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💜💚(Ishimaru X Reader) Bathroom Counters💚💜 Part 1

I take requests and am fine with fluff, angst (not entirely good at that) and smut, mweh heh.~ If I do start getting requests, they might be slow since I like to take my time.~

Here is Masterlist of things I know.~

Part 2

Key:

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicey

💛 = Lemon/ Lotz Spicey

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF GORE AND R@PE FROM 'THE FIRST PURGE'! MONDO AND LEON ARE IN THIS CHAPTER SO YOU KNOW WHAT COMES WITH THEM!~ SMALL PANIC ATTACK WARNING! POTENTIAL CUTENESS OVERLOAD FROM TAKA!~

"Put me down! Dude, my skirt is lifting up, fuck off!" My (s/c) (Skin Color) hands pounded fruitlessly on the strong back of the one and only Mondo Owada.

    Currently, I was slung over his shoulder as he forced me with him to Leon's house for a hang out. This corn head only had one arm tightened around my waist as I squirmed in his grip and screamed to be let go once again, to which he only chuckled and shifted me to keep me from falling.

"Ya know that I'm not letting go, just like I know that you don't care about people seeing under ya skirt." A few runaway strands of my (h/t) (Hair Type) hair fell into my mouth from my ponytail, eliciting me to sputter it back out before answering the smug gangster holding me captive.

    He wasn't wrong with what he said but I still felt the need to feign injustice. "Okay, fine, maybe not, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't wanna go to ol' firehead's house for some stupid party!"

    My steely gaze glared at the back of Mondo's dark brown mullet that contrasted the burnt orange of his bumpy pompadour. "S' not a party, just a small gathering of friends, doll."

    I could practically feel the smile he donned on his tanned face. "Not my fault that you get a bit too into your "Ultimate" when my bro is around, kid. Into the goody goody ones, right?"

    The only response he received from me was a huff as my cheeks warmed and my legs crossed in the air at the resurfacing thought of our loud, innocent and hot class president.

'Fuck, he's right-'

    The "Ultimate" ability Mondo's referring to isn't my official title. To the world I'm "The Ultimate Home Designer" but to people closer to me, I've been dubbed as "The Ultimate Flirt" for my charismatic ability to flirt and turn on anyone, boy or girl. The ability doesn't phase me for the most part since I can control my urges that come with the quirk, though I would be lying if I hadn't used it to gain some "experience" at parties before.

    Unfortunately, the most affect it's had on Kiyotaka is that he becomes red and unresponsive, at best, instead of the usual flirty response I get back from most people. It's. . . unusual, to say the least. I suppose that just shows how much of a true gentleman Kiyotaka is. How troublesome.

    As my mind wanders to places I'd rather not say out loud, I stop resisting Mondo and hold my hands to my warm cheeks stretched into a bashful smile as the opportunity here clearly presents itself.

"Put me down, ya shitty piece of overdone corn, we have a party to go to!~" The change in my demeanor has the addressed boy loosening his grip around my waist so I can slide down his front to my feet, a lopsided smirk hanging off his lips as I do.

"Knew you'd come around eventually, and looky here, we've already made it." After fixing my school uniform, I lift my head to gaze upon the mansion that is Leon Kuwata's. Said aforementioned male claims he needs all of this space for "when the ladies start rolling in", his words not mine, and they need a place to stay after an "exhausting night". And yet no one has seen any trace of these supposedly rolling women. Everyone believes that they're getting ample rest; enough to leave before they're seen at least. Plus, Leon was always one for the saying "go big or go home". Guess he interpreted that saying differently.

"Yosh, lets go in then! They don't know I'm coming, right?~ What better surprise than the Ultimate Home Designer?" A wink and blowing kiss sent to the stagnant boy beside me starts him off towards the dark mahogany front door ahead of us with any eye roll.

    Following his ring, I see the camera above the threshold point at Mondo's tall frame blocking my smaller one from view. Soon after, it puts out Leon's slightly rough voice, accompanied by a symphony of other distant male voices in the background, from our sides.

"Come on in, the door's open!"

Taking the invite inside that's basically extended to me, I quickly slide in front of Mondo and enter before him. After slipping off our shoes and replacing them with the red and white guest house shoes available, I start to look for everyone. I've only been here a few times which makes the layout a bit fuzzy at the moment, so I just follow the familiar mixed voices to a modern looking living room with all of the boys sitting around a circular, inactive kotatsu.

All of the boys from class 78 were present, save two. Hifumi had left for a fan-fiction convention right after school today, and the "class prince", Byakuya, would never be caught dead with any of us outside of school except maybe Makoto but that's a different kind of tea.

The two guys right in front of the doorway when I came in were the flame headed host and the only person that could persuade me to come with just the mention of his presence alone: Kiyotaka Ishimaru. With everyone so engrossed in the snacks at the table and each of the conversations taking place, they didn't notice Mondo and I walk in until I dropped down to my knees and crawled in between Leon and Taka. Slinging my arms around both of their shoulders, I feel them jolt, Leon more than Taka, before snapping their confused expressions to the sides of my smiling face addressed mainly towards Leon. "You know it's really rude not to invite me to your little parties! What? You afraid I'm gonna redesign your shitty house?"

At the sound of my feminine voice cutting through the deeper ones of everyone else, all attention turns to me. The innocent children of the group give me a smile and greeting while Hiro lets out a little 'Yo'. Seeing this and being my totally not over dramatic self, I grab at the left side of my partially unbuttoned school dress shirt, and fall to the left into Taka's lap.

"Ahh!! My heart! I've been impaled from the innocence!~ Goodbye hopeful world!~ Bleh."

My sudden drop made Chihiro and Makoto fret for second, blushing profusely even though I've done this before, while Hiro prays for my soul to be passed on safely. Knowing him, he probably thought I really was dead.

Unbeknownst to my momentarily diva self, Taka was gently blushing with his hands raised in an unsure way as he gazed down at my outstretched form draped across his white uniform pants.

"(Y/N)! It is good to see you as well but this is not how you sit at the table! Please straighten up!" His loud, commanding voice made my body shiver as I took a silent deep breath.

"I don't care about how you're sitting, my house isn't shitty, stupid! I'm sure it's bigger than yours!" Leon's aggravated voice harshly invaded my ears before I could slip into another fantasy.

At this point, Mondo had taken the last empty place between Chihiro and Makoto while everyone started up their conversations again, having no interest in Leon's yelling. Peeking an eye open to look up at the the irritated boy staring down at me with his pale grey eyes, I smirk and reluctantly sit up to retaliate.

Turning on my charm, a chuckle resonates from me as my pointer finger trails from Leon's stomach to the top of his beard with my face closing near his faltering gaze. I lightly tug on his facial hair, dragging my lips up his neck and next to his ear. The warmth of his oncoming blush and hot breath coming through his barely parted lips radiates onto my (s/c) neck as I respond in a sultry voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. " 'I'm sure it's bigger than yours'?~ I bet you have to say that all the time to your "female" dates, huh Leon?~"

Hiro and Mondo immediately started laughing boisterously while the children sat there a bit confused.

"Uh, you compare houses on your dates, Leon?" Makoto asked with a thoughtful expression.

    This only made Hiro and Mondo laugh harder, myself eventually joining in quietly as I slithered back into the safety of Taka's lap to put some distance between me and a now even angrier, red-faced Leon. I both felt and heard a sigh from my new seat as Kiyotaka looked from Mondo and Hiro to me with an accusatory look in his piercing red eyes.

"I do not know what that was supposed to mean, but given that Leon is even angrier, and bro and Hiro are laughing, I can only deduce that it is not about houses! And in that case, if it was something mean, that was not very nice, (Y/N)!"

His scolding tone, the feeling of his words reverberating in his chest against my arm, has my face pinking and insides tightening momentarily as I laugh harder to hide my reaction.

"And another thing, I do not think it is appropriate for you to sit-"

"Oh c'mon, Taka, lighten up!~ It's Friday night and next week is Spring Break so have some fun!~ Please?~"

Everyone agrees with me in their own ways as Leon just scoffs under his breath before turning everyone's attention to the TV to find something for us all to watch, not waiting for Taka's response. I keep my gaze on the uniformed boy I'm sitting on, moving further to sell my point, and hopefully distract him from the beginning of his previous argument, by wrapping my arms around around his slim torso and giving a pouty face.

I could feel the rising and falling of his chest, every hidden muscle he's gained from the joint workout days with Mondo under his jacket. His posture was rigid even while sitting, which was the opposite of his fluctuating heartbeat doing backflips it seemed. It was all felt just through my close proximity, and I loved every little thing about him.

This time around, I saw his pale cheeks and the tips of his ears burning a tinge of red as he stares down at me, our eyes locked together for a few time-slowing moments. My face was moving daringly closer to his grasping one while taking in every detail for as long as I could. His mouth was partially agape as if he had something to say, warm breath fanning my (s/c) face. Like before, his arms hung in the air to my sides, hesitant to place them anywhere in fear of their placing being wrong. Our position made me warm all over and I'm unable to help myself from sneaking a glance to his teasingly parted lips.

Suddenly, as if someone returned time to its normal speed, Taka takes in a staccato breath before snapping his colored face to the side, now hiding his radiant eyes behind eyelids as his hands find solace flat on the floor. 'So close!' This reaction halts my slow advancement as a small pout tugs down the corners of my lips.

"I understand this is free time b-but we must keep peace. Though.." Opening his eyes again, he accompanies his crimson pupils and face with a small, awkward half smile to face me again.

"I will try my very best to have fun."

The pure stare of determination he expressed towards me despite his moment of hesitance made my heart skip a beat, my previously pleading facade faltering into a snippet expression of adoration. My grip on the sides of his uniform tightened a little, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss, and maybe fuck, him. . . though that immediate reaction was rudely interrupted by the noise of everyone else at the table.

It seems they, Mondo and Leon being literally the only ones, had been arguing this whole time, but Taka and I had been stuck in our own little bubble until it was forcibly popped by the increasingly loud voices. I quickly let go of his uniform jacket and straightened up my posture like Taka already had when redirecting his attention to the chaos ensuing as well. At the moment Mondo and Leon were arguing about whether to watch a scary movie or an action movie respectively.

"You're just a big ol' scaredy bitch, Leon! Can't handle a few jump scares?~"

"I can totally handle that baby shit, Mondo, I just want to watch something exciting! It's my house!"

Makoto was trying to calm down Leon, Chihiro was attempting the same with Mondo, and Hiro was just cowering back from the table so as to not be a part of the drama. A sigh of exasperation leaves my mouth as I changed my position in Taka's lap so I was reverse cowgirling his legs.

'I guess I'll have to continue this later. Kiyotaka will fall for me tonight! My internal vow had me nodding to myself with a clenched hand held to my chest.

Since I was talking to myself, like a normal person, I didn't notice Taka's flared up face as he stared at my figure in its new position. He had his mouth agape again like he wanted to say something but his embarrassment caught his voice just before it could be released. After a minute of listening to the arguing of the two hot headed boys and sitting through the inability to speak to me about where I should sit, Taka apparently just decided to deal with with something he could handle right now: being a mediator and leader.

Amusingly enough, his voice seemed to be fine with working for this course of action after clearing his throat.

"Bro, Leon! Please calm down! There is no need to fight because I am sure there is a movie that involves both action and scary elements!"

Even as Taka slipped back into his usual authoritative self his blush stayed, leaving the only other questioning thing being me in his lap. Mondo looked only momentarily surprised to see it as he stopped yelling to look at his bro with face of simmered anger that was quickly dispelled and replaced with one of mischief.

Kiyotaka overlooked his bros' demeanor change, but I focused on it to which Mondo responded by starting to silently tease me with different expressions insinuating towards Taka and I doing. . . things. Leon on the other hand couldn't care less except that he would've wanted me to sit in his lap like that, but didn't even bother to argue the point. Not that the stubborn boy would ever admit his attraction to me directly.

"Oh yeah? And what movie is that, Poindexter?" The latter boy asked condescendingly to my seat. (Like calling him a seat is any better-)

"How about 'Deep Blue Sea'-" He answered matter-of-factly with a raised pointer finger.

"Ugh! We are NOT watching another stereotypical shark movie! Especially an old one like that! They're not even scary! Next!"

I remember watching Kiyotaka's suggested movie with him, Mondo, Sakura, and Aoi when it reaired in theaters last summer. It was supposed to be a class bonding thing, but us 5 were the only ones able and willing to go. Everyone was joking about it afterwards, but Taka was perturbed and "covertly" came up with reasons to avoid going to our following beach weekend.

It was safe to say that Mondo and I both knew he thought it was a genuinely scary movie.

Probably to keep Taka from saying another embarrassingly innocent suggestion, and save him the ridicule of Leon, Mondo butts in with a suggestion of his own after a few moments of thinking.

"How about. . .'The First Purge'?~"

This caught Leon's attention as he stopped sneering to grin challengingly at Mondo, seeming to have reached an unsaid consensus on the movie now.

"Its on Prime Video." He added, which spurred Leon to get to work on pulling it up. Though those two seemed excited for the movie, the rest of the group grew a bit uneasy.

"H-Hey guys, maybe we should do a, uh, majority vote. . ?" Hiro asked shakily with Chihiro and Makoto nodding their heads along.

Though Taka didn't say or do anything to object, I could feel his legs stiffen up underneath me which, I'm guessing, is what he did with the rest of himself. As everyone else once again descended into their own discussion, Taka and I were left with each other. Turning my body to look at him, I see the usually confident boy sitting stiff as a board and shoulders held squarely taut. Though it may seem like he was just sitting like he normally does, being so close allowed me to feel the tenseness his posture now held.

    His behavior concerned me since it was obvious that he was scared of watching this movie, even more so than that shark movie. To avoid the poorly remade human Grillby from hearing me, I scoot back further in his lap and leaned against Taka's chest, turning my head to whisper to him discretely.

"If you get scared you can hold onto me, Taka."

    Said addressed boy flinched subtly from both my words and sudden close proximity as his shallow breaths became more apparent, worry and building fear swirling and tainting his faltering eyes as they set on my contrasting, (e/c) (Eye Color) ones. My suggestion was born from both concern for my friend as well as a tiny, selfish desire of wanting to feel him close to me like we are now. I don't want to see him in fear like this though; it doesn't suit him.

    After staring at me, or through me, I couldn't tell, he finally starts to calm down again and gently nod his head. Once more, his rare, gentle voice made an appearance.

"Thank you, (Y/N). I much appreciate the generous offer," A low, lofty chuckle makes him close his eyes. "And here I thought I was to be the brave one." His adorable quip, although simple, made me smile stupidly at him and laugh quietly to myself.

    Finding myself this close to the man (Yes our bean of innocence is a mans, a gentlemans-) I've been silently pining over ever since this semester started has my bonfire of desire relit as it was earlier, just not as strong. It's taking everything out of me not to just lean up and kiss him right now, the only thing holding me back being probability that Taka would consider that intimate and not want the attention it would bring to us.

    Especially since I would be doing it seemingly out of no where in his perspective.

    I wanted to respect his world renown morals, so I just huffed internally before turning my head forward again, not moving from Taka's strong chest. It made me feel like the one being protected and it was the only thing I could do to quell my restarted fire. . . for now. His arms were on either side of me, resting on the table now, and caging me in his lap against the round edge of the table.

    In my recent movement of leaning back against my now upgraded chair, I had positioned myself further up his thighs so my back was flush against his front. This fact suddenly became obvious to Taka as he had calmed himself down enough to notice the immediate smell of my peach-scented shampoo from under his chin. It was so sudden that he jolted a little and stiffened up for the second time against me which made me chuckle to myself, inferencing well on why he did so.

"(Y-Y/N), I think now is a good time to talk about your s-seating arrangement-" Luckily for me, this was the moment when the argument had been settled.

"Okay! Then it's settled! The rest of you sissies will have partners while I will stay strong by myself.~" A large amount of smugness coated Leon's voice as he unknowingly cut off Taka while addressing everyone.

    Mondo rolled his pale lavender eyes at the boast as Chihiro moved closer to him as his partner, which left Makoto and Hiro to fend with each other, and defaulted me and Taka together. That was good because I wasn't giving him up. Ignoring Mondo's restarted silent teasing towards me about my closer proximity and the unseen glances also sent towards Taka about his red face, I watched as Leon finally hit play and dimmed off the lights with his phone. By now the sun had started to set so it would get darker in the room as the movie went on, giving a better ambience.

(Gonna be honest, got all info about The First Purge from Wiki ehhh- I FEIGN PLOT RELEVANCY-)

    As the intro played, I could feel the bubble of ease I had set up for Taka dissipate as he shivered. I tilted my head down to see his pale hands clenched on the table as his heart beat faster against my back. Putting my attention seemingly back to the big screen, I reached my hands up to take a hold of his, my thumbs caressing along the backs of his taut tendons. He lets out a warm, shaky breath against the side of my neck that unintentionally drives me crazy again. This time there is nothing to stop me from taking a step towards mirroring my imagination and reality.

    My warm hands take a hold of Taka's cold fists to guide his arms around my waist. Due to his building fear, the boy in question doesn't react negatively, instead taking the gentle movement prompt and hugging me tighter like a teddy bear. The caresses of my thumbs to the dorsal side of his hands don't stop as he does this, my concern for him still there but just mixed in with other. . . exciting motives. Nothing harmful.

At this point, we've reached the part of the movie where Nya is almost raped, her screams make even me shiver and turn my head away. Knowing Taka is probably taking this worse, I do him the courtesy of slowly turning sideways in his tight grip around my waist to cover his ears. At my touch and the sudden quiet, Taka's screwd shut eyes shoot open to stare tearfully up at me from his hunched position, the pained look storming in his beautiful ruby eyes nothing I want to see again. This dampers my alternative motives harshly, and I stare right back, trying to convey as much comfort with just my eyes as humanly possible.

    Having seen him communicate with some of the special needs students on campus before, I know he can read lips so I mouth soothing words to him.

"Don't worry, it's gonna be okay. Just focus on me, Taka."

    With him not being able to hear the movie as much anymore, I can feel his body slowly relax against me, his posture sagging further with tiredness. The intense stare he normally carried 24/7 is reduced to one of half-lidded, gentle gratitude and seeping weariness. Eventually I started to tune out the bloody noises of the movie and hum lowly to him as my hands, still covering his ears, guided Taka's head to rest against my chest as I noticed his eyes fluttering. Some time passed when the strict boy began to fully lean on me as he drifted into a hopefully peaceful sleep.

    I felt an unfathomable amount of self content at seeing my uptight, spiky haired class president leaning against me in complete relaxation. These emotions were so overpowering that I didn't even notice that the movie was over. With my focus being solely focused on Kiyotaka, I also spared no attention to the stare of Mondo who was the only other person not shaking in a wad of covers *cough**cough* mainly Leon *cough**cough*. Even if I had seen him I wouldn't have bothered to let the gangster tear my gaze away from the innocent face Taka held while holding me with all the trust in the world right now.

This is part 1 of 2!~ Hope you enjoyed this and my other stories to come!~ The next part of this will be a direct continuation and will come real soon!~ Love you, dearies!~

Part 2

💜💚(Ishimaru X Reader) Bathroom Counters💚💜 Part 2

This is the second part of the Ishimaru x Reader I posted yesterday and I have humbly received 2 asks since then, so thank you.~ Tomorrow I shall post the first part of my Fuyuhiko x Reader I wrote, which is a bit longer than this one, so I'll slice it up into 2 or 3 parts.~

Part 1

This part has a trigger warning of self degradation near the end.~ Please enjoy the rest of this!~

"(Y/N), I APOLOGIZE MANY TIMES OVER FOR MY VERY INAPPROPRIATE AND HARMFUL BEHAVIOR!! I FEEL SO ASHAMED, I BEG FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS AND WILL RECEIVE ANY CONSEQUENCES YOU DECIDE UPON!!" Kiyotaka was adorable when apologizing so seriously. His forehead was grazing the floor as he bowed towards me.

    This all transpired after the movie and Leon just "allowed" us to stay over (he was just too prideful to say he couldn't sleep alone tonight). Taka had awoken when the silent uneasiness of everyone was interrupted by Mondo's teasing towards Leon, as if he could sense his authority was needed. He had shot up as rigid as a board, looking around the room until he focused his full attention on me nursing a now lightly bruised nose in a bent over position.

    My guess as to why he was silent for a full five minutes, his face slowly burning red and becoming more and more embarrassingly mortified, was that he connecting dots and recalling memories from earlier during the movie. The bashful actions he made, like wrapping his arms around his head to cover his face, make me laugh as I peeked up at him and finally sat up. Upon seeing a small trickle of blood run down my top lip, Taka ceased his display of embarrassment and becomes his usual serious self despite his still cherry face.

"(Y-Y/N)! Why are you bleeding? What happened while I was asleep?" The stern boys' calloused yet soft hands gently gripped my chin as he leaned forward and examined my injury.

"Aha, it's not that big of a deal-"

"Nonsense! Come, I shall tend to it in Leon's guest bathroom with my first aid training while you explain the incident to me!"

    Not allowing further argument, in one fell swoop Taka had his arms under my knees and back, and was making his way out of the room. The sudden bridal hold has me the one blushing for the first time since he looked so serious about this and everyone, except Leon, was watching us leave with encouraging smiles. It seems our little interaction had distracted them from the movie. But the meaning behind their smiles showed they understood how I was feeling.

Didn't think I was that obvious.

'I suppose I have been using him as a chair this whole time. . . and cuddling him. . . and pretty much draping myself over him. . . oh well.~' The shame that had momentarily begun to creep up as a reddening blush easily turned into a cheeky, self satisfied smile that I wore proudly as I leaned my head against my carrier's shoulder.

    Arriving at the bathroom came sooner than I would have liked, which showed as I pouted a little when Taka sat me on the counter to wash his hands. My body craved to be closer to his once again, like his close proximity was what I was deficit of. Apparently God heard my prayer since Taka once again leaned close to my face after he produced a first aid kit from the bathroom cabinet. Retrieving a few pieces of toilet paper and wetting it was a precursor to a few moments of silence as Taka cupped my chin and wiped away the drying blood as softly as possible. My eyes averted to the side when he finished, suddenly feeling a little self conscious of myself.

    "Ha, didn't think fire ball would have a first aid kit-ah!"

    My head flinched away from Taka as he barely squeezed the bridge of my slightly discolored nose. His thick eyebrows furrowed in concentration and great concern at my reaction, quickly consulting back to the open first aid kit.

"Apologies for the pain, I just needed to see if your nose was broken or not. Thankfully, it is not, just bruised, but if you feel any extreme pain you should visit a local doctor or healthcare facility. And to respond to your comment on Leon's safety standards, I put these here!" Taka took out a mini cooling pack, alcohol, a cotton pad, medical tape, and gauze before facing me again with the now alcohol coated cotton pad, dabbing it gently on my nose as he talked.

(I know next to nothing of medical care, I'm just going off of my shotty memory of a one semester med class I took 2 years ago, please look up how to take care of a bruised nose if you have one)

    As he worked, I just stared at his focused eyes and fast moving lips, partially taking in his cute rant. His minty breath fanned my face as he continuously proclaimed things about the importance of the aforementioned medical kits. Being in this position with Taka is much better than with Leon. Fire head could never make me hot all over with just a glance like the man before me could, and is currently doing.

"The first time I visited, there were no such safety or medical equipment present in the bathrooms, and I saw it as a hazard! Every restroom should have such necessary first aid in case of emergency! Leon is lucky that I was able to provide those or else who knows what could happen!"

    Putting on the cooling pad, covering it with rectangular layers of gauze, and securing it with the medical tape was promptly done after the disinfection. The bandage wasn't too tight and every movement was made with the care of someone with experience. Despite his serious and strict personality, it was obvious that Taka took the extra effort to be medically coordinated yet very gentle while fixing the injury he inadvertently and unknowingly caused.

    The way his purposeful words drafted warm air against my itching lips. Gosh this drove me crazier than a wolf in a meat market.

"Can you believe that he told me he doesn't care about the safety of his guests and self, (Y/N)?" The sudden question tore my mind from my drifting thoughts, seeing his fierce gaze now boring against my searching one.

    I heard almost nothing he said after "Leon is lucky" because to be honest the rest of that sentence could not have been interesting in any way you put it, but you could also find my daydreaming being a cause as well. Probably sensing my lostness, he stepped back and looked down with a dejected face and spoke quieter now.

"Apologies, I went on a rant, you must not care about proper bathroom safety either-"

"No, not really." I cut him off bluntly, changing my tone to one of false carelessness while still smiling as I looked at the white clad boy, furrowing his eyebrows and clenching his fists tight in silent hurt.

"But... you know what I do care about?~"

The same teasing smirk I walked into this house with earlier came back as Taka snapped his attention towards me, body language shifting to one of confusion and a hint of hesitancy.

    Blatantly, I finally let my eyes roam his fit stature before leaning forward to gently grasping the sides of his white jacket, and tugging him in between my now spread legs. Keeping my (E/C) orbs on his face that was morphing from slight recognition of what I was doing to a rightful confusion of why I was doing this, it was no surprise when the shocked boy stopped his urged advance by placing his hands on the counter on either side of me.

"(Y/N), I do not think-!"

"Then don't think, just do, Taka.~ I don't think I have to answer my own question, right?~"

    I was giving him a chance to show or tell me if he liked me back or not, the possibility of rejection pounding my heart illustriously fast but simultaneously being ignored by my barely checked desires. The last thing I wanted to do was force this cordial man into something he was against, so I used every last ounce of restraint to not kiss and ravage him, only ghosting my lips along his cheeks and jaw.

"When was the last time you let your emotions decide?~"

My face was probably flushed red and 'desperate to him, oh god, why isn't he saying anything?' The mindset that has pushed me up to this moment now started to spiral a little at the silence and contemplating face Taka gave. 'I can't even tell what his eyes say anymore. Is he disgusted? Upset? Utterly repulsed by the sheer audacity I had to do this?' My own judgement clouded with pointless rambles. 'Why did I have to be like this? I shouldn't have been so pushy.'

    Just when I was about to let out an apology for being so forward, I felt a pair of lips connect to my parted ones about to speak. Both my eyes and mind focused back to reality as my body responded quicker than my mind, feeling strong arms wrapped around my waist and closing the few inches of distance left between us.

It was Ishimaru.

    His lips' movement held a sense of new freedom, still hesitant but certainly displaying that he answered my question internally and let his emotions decide his actions for once. Not wanting to waste his courage, my legs raise and press to Taka's sides, our bodies right against each other.

    Neither of us wanted to part as the boundaries of one another broke down for each other in this bathroom, low moans coming from me and a solid grip holding my body close from him. After however much time passed, I reluctantly parted enough for us both to catch our breath, lips still grazing as we slowly opened our eyes to stare at the new sides that had been discovered. To anyone looking on, it would seem as though we had switched roles with Taka being dominant, a wild look blazing in his radiantly red eyes as he stared me down, and me being submissive, (e/c) orbs darting to the side a few times under the aforementioned pinning gaze.

    I could have sworn that his hair flashed white in my love drunken state with how charged he seemed right now. Or maybe I just have low iron.

    But just as soon as it had revealed itself, the wildness in Taka's eyes was dragged back into the depths of his usual strict irises, and his face quickly turned scarlet.

    Taking a fast step back, forearms stuck to his sides, Kiyotaka held his lower arms up in a stiff way that showed he was slowly regretting what he just did. His chest heaved quickly as he shook and forced out his voice to speak for the first time in about 10 minutes.

"I don't think. . . I feel. . . oh gosh whatdidIjustdo? " The sentence came out in sparing yet rushed gasps and I could tell his mind was stalling from this vastly new experience. I had the decency to close my legs and slide off of the counter to gently take ahold of the shaking boy's arms. I was sure it wasn't shaking out of fear but excitement. Who knows when the last time he let his emotions drive his decisions was.

"Ishimaru-?"

"Is this what love is? This-This racing heart, shaking movements, unorganized mind, this is all. . . good, right? Because it feels good, I just don't know if it's right anymore."

    I could only tilt my head to the side for a few moments before letting an airy chuckle escape alongside a nod of my head, followed by an uncontainable smile. He is way too cute for his own good.

"Yes, and no.~ It's amazing that I now know you feel the same way for me as I do you, but it's also a bit unconventional because now I have to deal with my dad asking where I'm going when I go out with you more.~" My easygoing, flirty personality seamlessly came back into play as I realized I wasn't about to run out crying to forcibly raid Leon's fridge for ice cream and instead walk out with a boyfriend.

"Ah, no no, I would never inconvenience you like that-" Taka's mind stalled with his words as he thought about what I just said.

The boy's hands constantly moved in nervous bouts that were completely out of character, but yet. . . he somehow looked more relaxed than I had ever seen him. The always present furrow lines were almost nonexistent as he kept asking me things about my confession and feelings. The previously strained arm movements turned more fluid as they flailed a bit due to his stuttering. If it weren't for the white uniform he always adorned, I would have thought this were an alternate version of the uptight Taka I knew and loved. Eventually, he stopped shooting questions at me when I didn't respond and just gave him a goofy smile and giggles.

"It is. . . strange, (Y/N). Although what I have just done was much less than what I consider responsible, I feel as though it was. . . the right thing for me to do," The relaxed boy placed a pale hand to his chest as he looked to the floor before clenching it into a fist. He looked directly as me with a flushing gaze full of love, admiration, and a newfound protectiveness. Not that I could decipher that since I was still riding the high of having just kissed the source of all my pining feelings.

"(Y/N) (L/N), I ask you with all of my will if you would be my girlfriend! I haven't never met someone as passionate as you before, and I would like to learn more about myself with you!"

    Instead of a stoic face, there was a joyful smile, and rather than his usual deep bow when asking for something, he gently took my hand and brought it in a hover over his lips as if asking permission.

    It also seems as though he held a more stable confidence in himself, his voice still powerful but not as loud as before. Seeing these changes in him made my heart and stomach flutter weightlessly. The smile I wore couldn't be wider, though I wish it could so Kiyotaka could feel the unadultered, unwavering love I held for him. My love was deeply rooted in my heart and intense despite how flirty and flippant I acted with most people.

    Giving no verbal response, my body instead gives an physical one and leans up to kiss Taka once again. This second time around he wasn't as shy and applied more force into our second kiss. It was obvious the kiss was a beginner one but the fact that he was the one pulling me close, hugging my hips tight against his as though he were touched starved, proved that he was letting himself be driven by what he wants to do again. Kiyotaka parted after a minute, blushing as per usual after he opened his eyes, and craned his neck down to hide his face against my shoulder with a nervous smile.

"I-I suppose that is a yes..?" A lick of my lips and a nod from me.

"Definitely.~ I can't wait to be the one to teach you.~" My words came out as a purr as I ran my left hand through his soft, spiky hair which caused a shudder to rack his body.

"Now, we should probably go back to the others before Mondo starts talking about different "things".~"

A beautiful shade of red colored Taka's ears for the umpteenth time today before he straightened himself up and began to try and fixed his now wrinkled uniform.

"Mondo would n-never do that!"

"You're so cute when you're wrong.~"

"I beg your pardon?"

    We bantered playfully as we walked out of the bathroom together, me hanging on his arm in a flirty way as he slipped back into his normal, authoritative self. The only difference was that Ishimaru wasn't as rigid with how he held himself. His posture was as straight as ever, yes, but his tone sang a million more confidences. The joy radiating off of me was caused by both the once in a lifetime chance to be able to watch his exponential growth over just the few hours at this party, and the knowledge that he was only going to be able to grow further and higher.

"By the way, (Y/N), you never told me how your nose got bruised!"

"Well, you did sit up pretty suddenly earlier.~"

"..."

"WAIT, DID I-"

    A burst of laugh from me mingled with his loud fretting as he stopped and started to bow in apology. Ishimaru really was adorable when he apologized...but he was cuter when he pinned me to the bathroom counter.~

I hope I did a good.~ I spent a lot of time trying to perfect this.~ Expect all my stories to be long because I feel that all of you deserve the best of my writing.~ If you see an mistakes, grammatical or structural, please tell me, I love constructive criticism.~ Thank you and have a nice day, dearies.~

🖤💙(Fuyuhiko x Reader) The Shitty Dancer and a Baby💙🖤 Part 1

Key:

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

🖤 = Normal

Found out about combat dancing and Baby Gangsta literally popped into my head because he would think this is hella cool, probably.~ Also, I'm like 80% sure that the parts that get into MC's past isn't angst, just regular old sad, but correct me if I'm wrong!~

Part 2

WARNINGS: Mentions of illegal activities, Fuyuhiko is in this chapter with no cap, mention of potential child trafficking, panic attack, alludes to abuse.

Music is a delicate art form.

    A symphonic concoction of basses, trebles, and mid-tones that has the ability to make or break some people's moods. It can make you sad, mad, energized, sleepy, happy, content, loved, and everything in between by either the harmonic beat or the meaningful words.

    For me, it's a lifestyle and everything I do that can be done with music is done so. You'll always find me with some way of listening to music, such as: my studio headphones on one ear, listening to music alone, the same headphones with the ear cups turned outward to play my music aloud, or a simple set of quality earbuds.

    Going old school most of the time, I always sport a small (F/C) (Favorite Color) SanDisk MP3 Player equipped with a 128 GB MicroSD card so I don't run my phone battery down all the time. Also, an MP3 player is small and light enough to stay on my person while I dance.

    Technically, you're supposed to buy music and then download music to it buuuut there are plenty of conversion sites that say otherwise. Like the law cares about a few thousand pirated songs when there is a literal SHSL Yakuza, SHSL Biker Gang Leader, and SHSL Serial Killer running around here they could be arresting. Or as I like to call them, the "Baby", "Cornhead", and "Yandere" respectively.~

But only in my head.

They're kinda scary.

    I consider myself an ambivert that's relatively chill with everyone, I don't bother you, you don't bother me. If I had to dub someone my "friend" in the entire class, I would have to say Gundham Tanaka, I suppose. We share things in common. School is a loose concern to me since I have my dancing to focus on; that is what they recruited us for so we should be focusing on our talents more than whether x needs to be solved or not.

    Besides, my dance style is a mix of hip hop and capoeira (an Afro-Brazilian martial art that combines elements of dance, acrobatics and music), making it that much harder. It's base, Taiji (a Chinese martial art), requires a strong upper and lower body in order to perform the capoeira moves like they're supposed to be done, which takes a long time to build up. To an untrained eye, it may just seem like I'm doing fast paced spins and high kicks mixed with street dancing, but if you were to get in the way of me spin kicking, you would be knocked back 10 feet and sporting a broken something.

    Just as the generalized title of "combat dancing" entails, it's mainly a form of alluring fighting. When a trained martial artist, like my underclassman, Sakura, watches me dance, they see the muscle movement and intense power my seemingly soft body hides. It's a subtle, yet powerful form of fighting that incorporates the best art form, in my opinion, music.

    Practicing is done almost anywhere I can without hurting anyone but also where people can see me since I've noticed many like to watch me in curiosity. Which brings me to where I am now: training. Or least wanting to. You see, the court yard is the perfect place to practice established moves, train, and try out new combo moves since the grass cushions my inevitable falls.

(Ignore my horrible attempt at picture altering.~ I overlayed the clothes different colors and colored the gloves gray.~ And don't mind that she's pinkish, I was having fun.~)

    Generally, I try to wear clothes that are fitted and breathable, but also stylish without being too revealing. . . which results in me wearing carefully selected, Korean style clothing. Apparently the Koreans dance more than Japanese, which makes a lot of sense since we're kinda boring, but it's still inconvenient. Muscle is apparently something they don't account for, though, since I'm a large; what are they doing, marketing to skeletons??

Anyways, moving on.~

    Back to wanting to train in the court yard; there's someone in my usual spot. Remember how I said that I called Fuyuhiko, the SHSL Yakuza, "Baby"?

Well, Baby is in my training spot.

    Now, I've never actually talked to the guy, but he seems like his scary attitude is all a facade and whatnot, the tsundere type, though that doesn't mean I want anything to do with the yakuza. I like my life a bit more than death by my own stupidity, thank you. Nothing against him, just his title, though he is kinda cute.

    I was weighing my options as I stood from afar, watching him and Peko interact over her phone on the park bench. The main one to be cautious of was her since I knew she was skilled with her shinai, even if it was only bamboo; also, I don't like fighting people with my talent. Not anymore. The cold chill that ran down my back told me that she had noticed me staring already, although it was more of an absent gaze while I thought about how much I wanted to put up with today. I'll just ask, the worst he'll do is to tell me to fuck off in which I promptly will do so to a different tree.

    Before I could even open my mouth and say something as I got close, Fuyuhiko, who had seen me advancing lazily towards them and was already glaring at me, spoke up.

"Oi, what the fuck do you want, bitch?"

'Oh joy. I'm a bitch now.'

    Having to force myself not to roll my eyes out of habit, I just loosely gesture to the tree with my gloved hand before speaking in a drawled voice. I felt a bit tested by his degrading tone which is not what I thought would happen since I deal with Twogami all the time.

"Uh, just came to ask your highness if he and Peko could uh maybe move from my training spot?~"

    A small smile barely lifted the corners of my lips as I slightly mocked the yakuza boy. Even if it was a small name, it still did the trick in eliciting him to stand up quickly in front of me. His face was almost in mine since I was near his height while slouched.

"What the hell did you just call me?! Do you know who I am?!"

"Yeah, someone who doesn't train and is in my training spot, so is that a yes or no?" He had grabbed a fistful of my fitted, purple shirt at this point, and I tensed up at the sudden contact, but kept staring at him with only a hint of annoyance showing by my furrowed eyebrows.

"Fuyuhiko, please wait," 'A new player enters the game.'

    My (e/c) irises glide from the angry, blonde Pomeranian to the calmer, gray wolf behind him that was still seated. We shared a gaging once over look to try and ascertain each other's hostility. 'This is a little interesting.' Peko stood up but didn't move close; she didn't seem worried. I wonder why.

"Fuyuhiko, this is a girl from our class, (Y/N). She is the Ultimate Combat Dancer,"    

    Fuyuhiko, still wrinkling my perfectly good shirt, glanced at her for a second, probably wondering why she was saying this.

"Fucking and?! I can beat her up anyways if she keeps talking shit!"

    How weird, now that I was the object of his anger, Fuyuhiko didn't seem all that scary, actually he was a bit adorable with his little angry face, but his personality made me. . . uncomfortable. But despite that, his body language was relatively easy to read. Just by his jerky movements, flitting eyes, and stiff, not tense, muscles, I could tell: 'He's forcing it.'

"Hey, I don't wanna fight, hun, just train. Also, it would be nice if you stopped wrinkling my shirt, please and thank you," Adding a bit of sweetness to my tone, I held myself back from removing his hand myself. I don't like touching people, especially not in these situations.

    Peko looked at Fuyuhiko's angered form for a few moments with a searching gaze before going back to analyzing me like a fellow opponent. 'Oh boi-'

"What do you do to train?" She asked, leaving no room in her commanding voice for me to decline answering. Also, in my position with her cute, angered puppy being this close to strangling me, it would not have been in my best interest to not answer at all either.

    So I loosely answered the question with a reply that may or may not have been entirely accurate.

"Y'know, usual dance training stuff. Some punchy-punches, a couple o' kicky-kicks, maybe one or two swishity-swishes around in the air with my feet. Standard stuff." 'Dumb. As. Fuck.' I was lying to a boy who could have me killed by nightfall and a girl whose regular stare was about ice me over. What a thrill!~

'I regret everything.'

"Stop fucking around and answer her damn question, bitch!!"

    That was apparently the second straw that broke the already dead camel's back, and now I could see Fuyuhiko pulling his arm back to punch me in the jaw. 'Sigh, I hate this, why am I so stupid? There are plenty of other trees around here! But I just had to be special and want this fucking one. Way to go me.' Peko made no move to stop him, seemingly already resigned to my fate, but I was not gonna stand here and let a baby clock me. I had dignity. It's somewhere in my bed and under my covers, but I knew I had it so that was enough reason to react.

    Without any effort, after years of training and practice, I swiftly swerve my head back and out of his little fist's line of trajectory, followed closely by me pivoting on my left foot while my right leg swung straight up in the air. It passed right between me Fuyuhiko, breaking his grip on my shirt, before I landed in a squatted stance facing away from them. My hat fell off. I just stared at it on the ground blankly. 'I think I'll go hang out with Gundham for a little in the barn.'

"Don't touch me, please." Is all I said in a flat tone before promptly walking away just as lazily as I had came, leaving my hat on the ground. Neither of my hands left my pockets.

'I'm tired.'

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•?

Fuyuhiko's POV:

'What the hell was that?'

    All I could do was watch as (Y/N) walked away from me, uncaring like she didn't just dodge my punch and break my hold on her in less than 20 seconds. I didn't know what happened until she was already walking away and the shock blocked all energy I would've had to yell or go after her. Turning slowly to look at Peko, I could see she was on edge with her shinai out and ready to use. Guess she didn't anticipate what that bitch did either.

"You saw that too, right Peko? She just fucking dodged my punch and kicked my hand away!" Anger started to simmer back into me. 'Who the fuck does she think she is?! Nobody does. . whatever the hell that was to the Ultimate Yakuza, and gets away with it!'

"Young master, please do not get too upset yet. May I see your hand? I want to see if she hurt you."

Despite my entire being wanting to go find where she slunk off to, Peko's concerned voice reigned my anger in. I sighed before giving her my hand and slumping back down on the bench. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt despite it just being kicked. Peko's calloused yet slender hands gently held mine and turned them around for inspection. It was getting weirdly long.

"Peko? I don't think there's anything wrong, it doesn't hurt, what are you-?"

"That's the thing, young master, there are no abrasions, bruises, or even redness of a soft hit at all. It is strange because it looked like she swung her foot up on your fist to disconnect it from her shirt. Did you feel her kick you?" Her piercing red eyes switched from examining my hand to questioning my gold ones as I thought.

'I never did feel her foot connect with my hand, just her leg coming between her chest and my hand and. . oh shit!' I had just realized where my hand was. 'My knuckles were basically pressed into her chest! She didn't even flinch, what the hell?!' By now, I'm sure my entire face was red at my own thoughts which made Peko fret.

"Y-Young master?! Are you okay, did she hit you somewhere else?!"

    Sneering at myself for getting so embarrassed like this, I jumped up from the bench to snatch (Y/N)'s abandoned hat off of the ground.

"Let's go f-find that bitch!!" Is all I could say before storming off in the same direction (Y/N) went with Peko presumably following after.

'Fucking girls!!'

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

Your POV:

'Gosh, what an awful fucking idea that was. The way he aggressively handled me-'

'(Y/N), GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!! IF YOU DON'T, SOMETHING BAD MIGHT JUST HAPPEN AT HOME!!'

'There were things Gundham and I had in common...'

    A tired sigh slipped through my lips as I approach the barn where I could already hear Gundham's familiarly eccentric, deep voice talking to the animals. This guy was, oddly enough, one of the only people I considered normal. At least according to my standards which might not say much because my standards were fucked up loooong ago. Hearing his yelling that was apparently directed at the goat, Kazu, brought a small smile to my lips as I slid open the door.

"No, you all-eating fiend! My scarf is NOT fit for your consumption!! Release your deathly grip at once or I shall- STOP CHEWING!!"

    Seeing Gundham Tanaka, the oh so "Forbidden One" playing a game of tug-o-war with a hungry, brown goat was the funniest thing I could see right now. All previous thoughts of anything that just happened were pushed out of mind as I laughed to announce my presence. My laughter apparently caught the human player off guard, allowing the goat to tug him forward and onto the hay covered floor. This obviously elicited further laughter that I couldn't not ensue at this point.

    Using one hand to take off my camouflage, crossbody backpack and toss it on the pile of hay to the left, I outstretched the other to reach down and pick "the ruler of Hell" off the floor. He was light for me and my hands barely touched him for long while bringing him to his feet. Even though we're comfortable with each other, we still respect each other's boundaries; which, for us, still means little to no touching unless needed or requested 

The Oreo haired boy huffed and glared sideways at the goat that was watching us while enjoying the remainder of his portion of Gundham's now torn scarf. He mumbled "ancient" curses under breath while dusting himself off before turning his attention towards me, a little more calmed down.

"Hello, child of Terpsichore! What brings you to my domain here upon the schooling grounds? Is this not the hour of which you ritually practice your dark art of rhythmic combat?"

    Something that never made sense was how people couldn't decipher the Ultimate Breeder's speech, he isn't that hard to understand. As long as you have a grasp of diverse vocabulary, all he does is reform his sentence structure differently than most people. Though, I still don't know who 'Terpsichore' is, so I should look it up to make sure he's not calling me a demon or something. He called me 'Ares' once just because I killed a big spider on my desk, like I was just gonna let it crawl all over me with it little fucking spider paws! Fuck. No. Unfortunately my lack of knowledge in Greek mythology allowed him to keep calling me that until I looked it up, and threatened to return him to Hell with my fists if he didn't stop.

"Yeah, but plans change sometimes. Life has its own plan." 'Bull. Shit.'

Gundham stopped and eyed me with a narrowed gaze. Taking a step towards me, he looked me over fully before staring into my eyes, which I averted quickly. That was all he needed to see.

"Do not spew your dirty lies towards me, for I know and see all! Tell me the truth of why you are not practicing your dark arts, lest I cast a spell that forces it out!" 'Fuck-'

He sounded threatening but this was his way of being concerned. I mean, I wasn't entirely trying to hide it since I knew he was bound to pick up on my forced behavior. Having people that cared was troublesome sometimes.

A soft sigh brought on a sudden tiredness as I let my half smile fade to a neutral position, and my body freefall backwards into the hay where my backpack was. Gundham said nothing more and quietly sat beside me, albeit a bit more gracefully, to wait for me to answer him. Thinking back on the whole conversation between Fuyuhiko, Peko, and I made me cringe as more unwanted memories resurfaced. This silent reaction only made Gundham furrow his eyebrows more.

"Are you-?"

"Memories suck. Like a bitch."

My blunt tone and sudden interruption seemed to have taken him aback for a second before he went back to, most likely, silently worrying. He stayed quiet for longer this time, waiting for me to continue. Guess I should do that then.

But the world decided that wasn't happening just yet. Yay!~

"Aha! There she is! I knew she'd be here with that fucking weirdo!"

'Oh joy, the object of my pain.'

Unconsciously, I clenched my hands and jaw in slight anger that he had the audacity to come after me. What did he want from me, a fucking fried dough cookie? I could hear the stomps of the Pomeranian growing closer and just barely the soft steps of Miss Wolf behind him as I forced myself to sit up, probably looking like a hot mess right now.

Being the dramatic yet observant person he is, Gundham bounded up from his spot on the hay to act as a human barrier between me and the duo who stopped at his sudden interference.

"Halt! Your disgusting presence is not welcome in this peaceful domain! Leave before true hell descends upon you both with the wrath of a thousand suns!!" This made Baby mad. Heh.

"Move the fuck out of the way, bastard! I'm here because of her, not you, now scram! Or else I'll take you out first!"

Peko chimed in, much quieter than her puppy, "(Y/N) we would like to speak to you."

"Fuahahahahaha!~ I would like to see you try and lay a single filthy finger on the child of Terpsichore or I, the Forbidden One, for we have traversed and conquered Hell many times over!! So do your worst, mortal!~"

Even if I couldn't see him, I was sure his 'try me bitch' face was being worn. He was so sweet sometimes. Though. . . what Fuyuhiko was trying to do for the second time today was not so sweet.

And it made my blood boil.

Once again, this proclaimed Yakuza raised his fist in a way to settle things with violence. Same as earlier. The only difference was that Peko tried to stop it with words, but he wasn't listening.

'My turn.'

Feeling my anger surge up after all this time of repressing it from both what happened earlier and my brought up past, I couldn't stop it. He was about to hurt my only true "friend". I knew Gundham could take care of himself, but that rational thought had no place in my frenzy of momentary bloodlust.

My whole body rolled onto my back as I popped myself off the ground and onto my feet. I was sure everyone could feel my change in demeanor. Good.

Gundham, unsurprisingly, avoided the punch and stepped back. At seeing me on my feet now, in a hostile stance, he tried to stop me as Peko did with Fuyuhiko.

"Knight, you must not let your rage consume you! The object of your fury holds less worth than a cockroach!"

"Fuck off. He's dead. He should have learned his lesson earlier."

At hearing my fuming reply to Tanaka, a harsh contrast to my lazy voice from our first encounter, Peko quickly got between Fuyuhiko and I with her shinai out.

"Stop. I will not hesitate to fight you. No one will hurt my young master."

Without thinking, I started attacking the swordswoman with her doing the same but probably with more sensibility. A fast and hard high kick was sent towards her head, consecutively followed by another. My movements were fluid as every individual stance flowed into each other seamlessly; unfortunately each potential strike was blocked by my opponents' shinai skillfully, allowing no hits to land.

"Baby should have thought of that before he started swinging!"

"Leave Peko alone, you're mad at me, right?!"

She was holding back, I could feel only the flat edge of her shinai coming in contact with my legs, feet, and arms. No offense attacks from her yet, only defense.

"Why is violence your only answer?! Stop being a coward!"

"Shut the fuck up! You don't know anything about me, bitch!"

Every further word I yelled made my movements heavier. My grief harder to hold in. I wasn't just fighting because of Fuyuhiko, and who I was actually fighting was starting to become a blurred concept.

"You can't punch your way out of every situation! I told you not to touch me! You don't listen!"

My legs gave out underneath me for a fake fall backwards to avoid Peko's thrust at my head, her first offensive attack, which I quickly turned into a tornado kick by springing back onto my hands. The sudden turnaround allowed me to knock her weapon away since she didn't expect the transition.

"I understand you are upset, (Y/N), but please control yourself! You can not let your past poison the potential your future holds!"

"You can't hurt him anymore!" I screamed with a breaking, dry voice at no one in particular anymore as I land onto one foot and keep the other in the air.

    Our ending stances had me with my left foot positioned in the air, poised right at her neck, and my knee bent so at any moment I could strike a final blow. The stance left me balancing on my right foot, something I've done with ease for years now. . . but this time I fell. All the different emotions brought up today made me weak all of a sudden and collapse straight to the floor on my back. My brother rushed forward, kneeling at my side as he gingerly moved me to be propped up against his legs. Rasping sobs filled in the sudden quiet, save for the rustling of the animals in the barn. Everyone was focused on me.

"Hey. . . is she okay?"

    I could feel Gundham's body stiffen at Fuyuhiko's voice of sudden concern. Through blurry eyes and starting tears, I saw the glower he gave the short boy.

"Leave, Fuyuhiko and Peko."

    The addressed stayed silent as I only heard the light footsteps of Peko move to the right to retrieve her shinai immediately before accompanying Fuyuhiko's louder, more hesitant, steps out of the barn.

    Gundhams' attention returned to me with a much softer and rumbling tone as his oncoming deep voice soothed my aching body and mind.

"(Y/N). Are you okay, dear sister?"

    He didn't address the elephant in the room. Yet. I knew eventually I'd have to explain how I got so angry and why I was acting out from memories of our childhood but. . . for now I just wanted to be comforted. All I could do was shake my head truthfully as my sobs grew louder and more ragged. Rambles of apologies spilled from my quivering lips as I turned into his stomach to hide my tear and sweat stained face from his view.

    As usual, he stayed silent, and let me cry. His left hand held me up a little as he moved to sit with his legs criss-crossed before lowering me back down and joining his right hand in stroking my hair. It was a mess, just like the rest of me, but he didn't care. He only stayed there and held me as I sobbed and allow his familiar presence to lull me into a tight sense of security I rarely felt.

"I understand. Take your time. I'll be here until you feel better for nothing could tear me away from your side." I followed his advice.

'Sometimes having someone to care about you isn't so bad.'

I am SO sorry that I didn't update this yesterday like I said I would!~ I work across two phones but I don't always have them both and the picture of the clothing near the beginning was on one phone and I couldn't get it- ANYWAY! Enough excuses, and I hope you enjoy this first part and get ready for the second one coming soon, hopefully tomorrow OR maybe later tonight as an apology, we'll see!~ Take care, dearies!~

Part 2

🖤💙(Fuyuhiko x Reader) The Shitty Dancer and a Baby💙🖤 Part 2

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

🖤 = Normal

WARNINGS: Mentions of illegal activities, Fuyuhiko is in this chapter with no cap, mention of potential child trafficking, panic attack, alludes to abuse.

Part 1

Fuyuhiko's POV:

"Young master, that was very reckless and you should not have attacked Gundham-"

"She shouldn't have called me 'your highness' and 'baby' before! And how was I supposed to know that she would be so upset about me attacking Gundham? Also, why the fuck did she just start crying?! Nothing she did adds up, Peko, so how could I have predicted any of this shit?!"

Peko sighed to herself, probably tired of my yelling. I was maybe the one wrong here, to a degree, but I wasn't going to admit that.

"I have some observations that may help explain all of these recent events. To begin, if you listened to what (Y/N) was saying while we were fighting, at some point it did not seem like she was talking towards you anymore. From what I can tell, you reminded her of something, or someone, from her past. She was also very protective of Gundham, despite only having know him for a semester and half, even saying, "You can't hurt him anymore," despite you never having got the chance to touch him,"

This was fucking annoying. Who knew just sitting somewhere new during free period would turn into this shit show? This girl confused me and seeing how she was in tears when we left, I felt a bit. . . "bad" for making her remember her past since I know all to well about that. It made my throat unintentionally dry just thinking about the fear her face wore, like she wasn't seeing Peko or hearing me anymore, but someone who's hurt her. . .

"Uh, that all? Anything else you notice?" Hearing Peko's analysis made me curious about a few things.

"Well, there was something else that was bugging me when I heard it and I was going to question it until we were told to leave. I'm sure you noticed part of it, but Gundham seemed awfully worried about (Y/N), even going so far as to call her by her actual name rather than the titles he calls people by compared to their "power level". Also, he called her "Knight" which seems to be a fairly high ranking to him. I deduce that they know each other more than they let on and have maybe been through something together."

Damn, I didn't notice any of that shit. I was too busy watching the fight and yelling back obscenities to (Y/N). All I knew is she was upset about what I did, that maybe I was wrong for doing, and tried to attack me. Jeez, now I felt confused! Damn these shitty feelings! Letting out an angered growl, I closed my eyes to think about everything Peko just said. 'Been through something together? It did seem like she was fighting someone. Maybe she used to be a part of a gang or illegal fight ring? She does have a unique fighting style, she was able to disarm Peko. Gundham probably knows about it.'

"Wait, what's (Y/N)'s last name?"

Peko paused walking and looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"I. . . do not know, to be honest. I just realized I have never found out that information until you brought it up. She has always introduced herself as just "(Y/N)", even the teachers only call her by her first name."

'Interesting. Unknown last name?'

"Lets search her up when we get home. I want to know what's so scary that she drops to the floor like a pile of bricks, and why she seemingly doesn't have a last name. It could be useful."

    Peko didn't say anything but nodded as I grinned to myself and picked back up walking towards the front gate, carrying that black hat.

~☆~

The moment we got home, I went straight to my office with Peko so we could get started. She sat at my desk and I pulled up a chair to read over her shoulder as she searched.

"I shall first bring up her school profile. It should at least show her last name," Nodding, I watched as Peko hacked into the school's private server and sifted through the student profiles. After going through our upper classmen, we finally got to our class and found (Y/N)'s profile. 'There's no fucking last name?!'

"What the fuck? Where's her last name? How could the school not know when they seem to know every other goddamn thing about us?!"

This was getting frustrating already.

"She could have requested to have that information withheld, and the headmaster would have done it with a viable enough reason. You know how he is and how he likes to make sure his students are safe and comfortable," I rolled my eyes.

"Well that doesn't sound shady as hell at all! Let's search her name through our servers, see if it pops up anywhere," With that instruction, Peko nodded and started typing away furiously on the keyboard. Knowing this might take a little, I sat back in my chair and thought about this now mysterious girl: (Y/N).

'The only other person I've heard of as being on par with Peko is Mukuro Ikusaba from class 78, the Ultimate Soldier. She was also just as mysterious until one her fellow classmates, Kyoko Kirigiri, dug up her information. Does that mean (Y/N) is better than them both, or just that she just has a different skill set that works efficiently on the defense or against armed attacks? Maybe (Y/N) was also part of that group that Ikusaba was a few years ago, the Wolves? Combat dancing. . . I should look into that too.' Before I could ponder anything else, Peko's stern voice brought me back to reality.

"Young master, I believe I have found something that may be of interest to you," At hearing this, I quickly leaned in to look at the article on the screen. It was posted on a yami ichi (Japanese black market) forum for a well know illegal fighting ring. The heading read, "Real Life Korean Tengu Fights Against the Best Fighters Underground. . . And Wins!".

"Real life Tengu? Isn't a Tengu a type of yokai (a japanese spirit) that fights against bad people?" 'I thought they were just myths.'

"Close. They are said to only fight people who they deem as badly behaved souls and send them to faraway places. They are only myths, though, so Tengu must be a stage name for the person in the picture," Now that she mentioned it, there was a picture of a young looking female in all black, Korean style clothing with a red dog mask covering her face.

"Korean clothing? Does that mean this person is from an immigrant from Korea?"

"Or they wear dance clothes ordered from Korea." This lit up a lightbulb for me.

"(Y/N) was wearing Korean style dance clothes. Does that mean she's this so called Tengu just because of her clothing choices?"

Peko stayed quiet for a moment while she read the rest of the article. I studied the picture further, noticing a bulky figure behind the winning female. He seemed to be holding her by the shoulder as he smiled leeringly at the prize money she was holding.

'Who is that-?'

"According to the article, this "Tengu" fighter said this statement: "I shall rid the world of all that is evil. On behalf of the ones who cannot protect themselves, I shall send these fiends to the faraway place of hell where I know the justice is served as hot as the fires that will damn their souls". She fought for 2 years under the supervision of her father, defeating the top fighters of the underground, before they both disappeared from the rings."

"Reminds me of that serial killer, Sparkle Justice, or some shit, that Sonia did a presentation over a while back. But more so, it sounds an awful like how Gundham talks, wouldn't you say? It would make sense if he knew about this part of her past since they seem close, right? He did yell something about "not letting her past poison her future" earlier," Once again, silence answered my questions and speculations.

"If you put together what we've learned about the Tengu fighter that disappeared after only 2 years of fighting despite being the champion, and the behavior displayed by (Y/N) today. . . I feel there might be a connection. I will do further research for confirmation and more details, so why don't you get some rest?" Although hesitant, I knew Peko would insist to stay to do this since she seemed to want to solve this mystery we've stumbled upon. Reluctantly, I just nodded and started walking back to my room.

"Fine, but don't stay up too late and if you get too tired to go back to your room, use my spare futon in the closet."

"Yes, thank you, young master,"

I grumbled at the title as I walked back to my room. Stupid thoughts swirled around in my mind as I walked down the hall in the orange, dying rays of the sun.

'Why is she so interesting? Damn bitch has me scrambling around for clues! I'm not spending any resources on her! I'll just gonna go up to her and ask her tomorrow!'

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Your POV:

"I'm fine, Gundham, I can handle myself today."

"Your words fall on deaf ears for I know the Knight of Dance, and she too, sometimes, requires protection from evil forces. Not every battle must be fought alone."

"That was yesterday, I can handle myself just fine today. If I see Fuyuhiko then I'll just walk away."

"If I am not mistaken, you attend all but one of your classes with him, correct?" I stay silent.

"Then I guess I'm skipping today with the rebel kids," And with that statement I abruptly changed course from heading to my first hour of Economics to the right towards one of the exits to the courtyard. Gundham stopped and chased after my uncaring form.

"(Y/N), stop attempting to fight your adversaries by yourself! It is not weak to have the help of others from fortnight to fortnight! I am more than dependable now to help you shoulder your burdens!"

His voice was trying to be stern but I could hear the slight desperation edging in towards the ends of his sentence. He was hurt I wasn't letting him help, as usual. I knew he meant well and wanted only to help but I didn't need help. I. . . don't need it.

"But you shouldn't have to. It's my fault I'm in this mess, and I can get myself out. You can focus on yourself, bro," Not wanting to continue this argument, I suddenly darted to the left in a sprint. Quickly making it to the end of the hall and rounding the corner, I almost crashed into a familiar face.

    Hearing his gasp of surprise before I about collided with him alerted me, and my left leg shot out to kick myself off of the wall to avoid him. Landing crouched and a hand on the floor to steady myself, I internally groaned as I saw who it was. Just my luck.

"(Y/N)-Sama! Are you okay?" My underclassman, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, took a step towards me in concern before I stood up and let out a sigh. I am all too familiar with this spiky haired boi. Taka and Mondo frequently stopped by my usual practice spots to watch me dance last semester and eventually we kind of grew to be friends. Concerning the blazing Moral Compass, it took the longest time of reassuring, blushing on his part, and 10 too many study sessions (there were about 20 total) to get acquainted enough to convince him to call me by my first name, though he still uses the honorific. He always pressed for my last name but eventually gave up when his fellow underclassman, Mondo Owada, talked to him about it per my request. Mondo and I were cool.

"Uh, yeah, hun. Just heading to class," The tardy bell rang through the halls, making me wince. "Guess I'm now "just heading" to detention now. . ?"

A sigh from him as he straightens up and takes out his pink slip notepad resigns me to my fate.

"It pains me to have to give one of my respected upper class-men, and friends, a detention slip, but no one is above the school rules. Since I do not know if you were running in the hall or just walking fast, I shall omit that,"

He holds out the thin paper, red eyes blazing with authority making me shrink a bit even though I was older and knew that was just how he was. Those same piercing eyes watched me carefully as I took it gingerly and looked to the side under his pinning gaze. His eyebrows furrow.

"Is there something troubling you, (Y/N)-Sama? You seem a bit worn, if I may say. Are you getting enough sleep?" Those questions and his genuine concern made me guilty for having to lie. I didn't want to get my innocent little freshman friend mixed up in anything, though; he obviously had a bright future ahead of him, unlike me.

"Nah, I'm fine, just practiced too much yesterday. Also, I've never been to detention so I'm a bit nervous,"

"Hm, well I suppose you should start managing your time better, which I am happy to help with anytime! Also, since this is your first offense, you only have to spend 30 minutes there! It is in room 2B, and starts 10 minutes after the last bell, do not be late!" And with that, he bowed to me and walked away.

Another tired sigh sounds from me as I decide to just go to class. 'I can ignore Fuyuhiko for 5 hours, right?'

~☆~

'Once again I was fucking wrong.'

It was only second period, Algebra II, and I couldn't focus with that damn Pomeranian's stare on me! I had one earbud in while doing my class work but I could see him out of the corner of my eye on the other side of the room glancing at me frequently. He seemed upset with me still. Why? No one knows why babies do things and this was no different.

Finally, I finished my work and put my head down until the bell rang, and the minute it did I was already out of the door. I could hear people letting out voices of protest to being shoved by someone, and one could only guess who it was. To avoid getting to class early and giving him the chance to talk to me, I purposely went down a few unneeded halls, swerving between students expertly, until I got to my next class right as the bell rang. Fuyuhiko came in a few seconds later, staring me down as he slipped into his seat. I'm already tired.

    This unsaid game of tag continued the rest of the day until lunch came around and I had to figure out how to avoid Fuyuhiko for half an hour without moving around the whole time. Then, like a godsend, I heard the solution to my temporary problem: a country accent and the arrogant, high pitched voice that always accompanies it.

    It made me smile as I also remembered I had a bag of American gummy worms in my backpack. Hearing Fuyuhiko's voice closing in behind me, I sped through the crowd until I popped up beside the "mother hen" of my class.

"Mahiru! Nice to see you, doll."

    My sudden appearance and dull voice startled the addressed girl as she whipped her head towards me.

"Oh, (Y/N)! It's been a while since we've talked, nice to see you too!" She gave me one of her pretty smiles with a head tilt as I just nodded my head back. I could see Hiyoko getting frustrated with me for taking away Mahiru's attention away, and mentally prepared myself for any insults.

"What, you don't wanna see me, cloudy? So mean! " Of course, her nickname was referring to the absent look I wore on my face most of the time, like my head was in the clouds which it usually is. I kept myself from rolling my eyes and instead sighed dramatically.

"Wow, that really hurts, Hiyoko.~ Of course I wanna see my favorite traditional dancer, but what's with the name?~ And here I was gonna give away these American gummy worms by Haribo to someone.~" Pulling the yellow bag from my pocket, I gave an 'oh well' look while swinging them around.

    When she saw the bag her eyes widened before reaching over and snatching them away from me. Looking from the bag to me with a newfound attitude made me smile a little.

"Forget what I said a second ago, you're totally nice, cloudy!~ How about you sit with us for lunch?~"

    Mahiru let out a nervous laugh at Hiyoko's mood swing but agreed with the suggestion which I happily obliged to. Just as I was about to verbally accept, I felt a small hand grip my arm tightly and yank me back. The sudden and harsh touch made me stiffen, and immediately resist by putting a foot behind me to pull out of the grip that eventually let me go. I already knew who it was before I turned around.

    Fuyuhiko's angered little face was screwed up as he stood there glaring at me. I took more steps back, unwillingly becoming scared. At seeing my face, Mahiru and Hiyoko turned around and immediately got upset. Of course, I knew this was going to happen so I let the distaste these 3 had for each other do the talking.

"Hey! What's the big idea with yankin' on (Y/N) like that, Fuyuhiko?! You have no manners!"

"Yeah, you can't just go around pulling on people whenever you like, idiot! I know you're a gangster but have a little bit of human decency!" The two girls attacking him verbally only made him more upset.

"Shut the hell up, you bitches, I need to talk to that fucker!" His harsh voice had me flinching a little into myself but I tried to hide it. 'Fuuuck, this is not how it's supposed to go. Don't let him get to you.' Fuyuhiko took a couple steps towards me but was stopped by Mahiru who stood in between us.

"Not with that attitude! Go away, I'm sure you hurt her anyways, so why would she want to talk to you now?" With her signature hands-on-her-hips gesture, the blonde hot head scoffed and switched his gaze back to mine that was glued to him. I'm sure he saw the fear darting around in my now miniscule irises, and the flighty position I held with one foot behind me in case I had to run. It seemed as if he were about to argue more with Mahiru, or even say something to me, before he stopped himself. His gaze slowly got less hostile and more thoughtful as he scrutinized me with a deepening brow. I looked away, trying to hide anything that I could have given away.

If I was looking at him, I would have seen him twitch his eye in confused annoyance before scoffing walking away.

"Whatever, I don't feel like dealing with these two. I'll find you later, idiot."

    With him gone, I finally relaxed and looked up again. Mahiru sighed alongside Hiyoko's groan of disdain. I straightened up again and fixed myself before they could notice anything was overly wrong.

"(Y/N), are you okay? I saw how he jerked you back like the farm animal he is!" My country friend returned back to her natural, motherly tone as she reached towards my slightly bruised arm. Before she could touch me, though, I stepped to the side a bit with a small smile.

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt at all.~ He's pretty weak compared to me.~" At hearing my jab to Fuyuhiko's strength, Hiyoko started a tangent of her own insults as we finally made our way to the lunch room. 'Maybe I should have just stayed with Gundham today. . .'

~☆~

Sorry that this update is shorter than my last ones!~ One, I was busy this past weekend, two, I got to the character limit for a post on Tumblr, Ha, and three, I've been doing some drawing commissions for my friends.~ I'll update the last, juicy part right after this one.~ As usual, take care, dearies.~

🖤💙(Fuyuhiko x Reader) The Shitty Dancer and a Baby💙🖤 Part 3

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

🖤 = Normal

Last part of this oneshot!~ The next stories that will be posted will be requests that I've gotten!~ Exciting!~

WARNINGS: Mentions of illegal activities, Fuyuhiko is in this chapter with no cap, mention of potential child trafficking, panic attack, alludes to abuse.

Part 1

Part 2

After two more hours of ignoring Fuyuhiko's stares, and having an entire hour of practice of some new moves in the school dojo, I was extremely tired mentally as I trudged through the mostly empty halls to detention. I wasn't worried about Fuyuhiko bothering me anymore since I'm sure Kiyotaka would kick him out if he tried to come in to talk to me.

A heavy sigh resonated from me as I walked through the door, greeted by the sight of red eyes boring into me expectantly.

"(Y/N)-Sama! It is good to see that you did not forget your detention! Please, have a seat and keep in mind the following rules-"

Guiltily, I toned out Taka's words as I turned to sit down, only to stop right in my tracks as I saw my detention partner.

"-and lastly, no music or talking to the other students! Fuyuhiko-Sama is your only other fellow delinquent today, so I hope that will not cause any problems,"

No matter how much I wanted to speak, I couldn't. The boy leaned back in his far right corner seat, black suit and all, stinging his green eyes into me and looking relatively unhappy but not fully upset.

"(Y/N)-Sama, please take your seat," Kiyotaka ordered, spurring me into motion hesitantly as I stiffly sat down. 'Well, there is a no talking rule so he can't bother me without getting in trouble. It's only 30 minutes, then I can run out to Gundham's car outside.'

Forcing myself to relax, I just took out my notebook and began brainstorming ideas for a new dance set. All was silent, excluding the scratching of Kiyotaka and I's pencils against our papers, for about 15 minutes which made me forget that Fuyuhiko was even there. That is until the silence was broken by loud, mixed laughter and the sound of something being sprayed.

Of course, this caught the Ultimate Moral Compass's attention, making him stand him and march out towards the noise.

"Excuse me for a moment, please. . . Leon-kun! Mondo-kun! Please stop running in the halls and- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THESE LOCKERS?!" Hearing chuckling behind me, I reluctantly turn my head to the left to glance at the root of all my recent problems, only to see him already smirking at me.

"It's amazing what people will do for $100 and a few threats,"

The Yakuza stood up confidently and made his way beside me where he leaned against the desk immediately to my left. "You know, when someone ratted me out earlier to the "Pain-In-The-Ass Compass" for yanking on you and yelling, I thought it was a stroke of bad luck, but now I see it as the perfect opportunity to interrogate," It was quiet between us for a few more moments, and just like 15 minutes ago my body locked up and wouldn't move unless forced. I could feel and see him watching me out of the corner of my eye, a neutral face on his face as he filled in the quiet.

"What's your story? Where did you come from?" He was being surprisingly calm for some reason. 'Wonder what he's figured out about me.'

Clearing my throat and swallowing the nonexistent saliva in my mouth, I kept my eyes on my paper. "I don't know what you're talking about," 'He's probably talking about that. Obviously.'

"Don't play dumb. Peko and I did a little looking around on our servers and the school records for you. Found out some interesting things." I forced myself to act nonchalant while simultaneously pushing down the nervous bile rising in my throat. I couldn't let him know how on edge he had me.

"Oh? Like what, that I like to dance? 'Cause if you had to search around for that fact-"

"That's not what I'm talking about, (Y/N), and you know it," he slowly moved in front of me, leaning on my desk towards me with an accusing gaze, "Or should I say "Korean Tengu"?"

Even though I already knew that that was what he was going to say, I still flinched and clenched my jaw out of disdain for the name. My uncomfortable response made the bastard smirk since I just showed he was right. 'No point in denying this part, I'll see how much he knows. At least it seems like the school actually held up their end of the bargain.'

"How did you find out about that?"

"I have many resources as the next heir to the biggest Yakuza family in Japan. Illegal fighting rings are right up my alley. But that's not the important thing, is it?" 'Fuck, what is he getting at now? There's so many things he could've found out.'

Fuyuhiko reached into his jacket pocket and unfolded a piece of paper before slamming it on my desk and continuing to lean on my desk. It was an article with an accompanying picture; one that made my blood run cold.

"Care to explain why the undefeated champion of an entire illegal fighting ring killed her own dad? And only a day after her 2nd championship win at that?" The short boy's smirk was gone and his surprisingly hardened face made me shudder. He already knew the answer to the question, he was just seeing how I would react. This felt like the interrogations I had to undergo for the police, minus the pitying looks the officers gave me then. It was getting hard to breath right. I could barely look at the picture the article displayed of my dead father's beat up body. It just confirmed what I already knew for the past 2 years.

"You don'. . . it's not. . . I didn't. . ."

"I think you did. And I also think that one "Ruler of Hell" knows all about this as well. Don't think I didn't notice how cozy you two were yesterday," That spurred me to spew out a defense. I was getting desperate and didn't want him to connect Gundham to me.

"Leave him alone! He didn't do anything, so keep him out of this!"

"Not until you tell me what your connection is to him, and why you killed your own father, bitch!"

Too little air, so many voices, harsh words, harsher hits. It all came rushing back as I remembered everything that still haunted me every time I fall asleep. My head lifted up to stare at Fuyuhiko with an unadulterated hatred as his young and only slightly upset image flickered back and forth to an old, furious one that returned the same gaze. I squeezed my eyes shut so I could respond without freezing up. My body ached faintly as though I had fresh wounds and bruises just like I did back then. Tears burned my shut eyes but I force them away.

"That bastard deserved to die. You don't understand what he put me through. . . what he threatened to do to my brother and mom. . ! I was the only thing protecting them, keeping him at bay! I spent years fighting, getting better, becoming the best at fighting no matter what. Years of running my body into my own grave as I risked my life against grown ass men," A slightly insane, masochistic laugh strained from my throat as I hugged myself and dropped my face to one purely neutral, eyes still closed.

"But he still wanted more. A mere hour after my final championship, winning the grand prize money of half a million dollars and trophy, he said it: that he wanted to sell me to a dojo to make me continue training and. . . kill people with the new skills," I swallow thickly, opening my eyes to a now perturbed Fuyuhiko.

I'm sure he wasn't unsettled by me having to kill someone but by the fact that my dad, my family, tried selling me. Just for money. Hajime told me once that Fuyuhiko didn't have the best relationship with anyone in his family and that he always got flack from his dad about how soft he was at times, but I'm sure even his dad never tried to sell him. All I did was laugh dryly at his face as I tried to ignore the obvious hallucination of my dad flickering over him.

My gaze instead honed in on the mangled remains pictured in the paper below. It grounded me. Fed into my weak reassurance that he wasn't really here. Not anymore.

"He would have gotten 75% of each paycheck I received from a hit. It was all about money with him. Nothing more. And if he had sold me, he would have moved on to my brother and made him do something with dangerous animals to keep a flow of revenue since even then that little diva had a way with animals. Obviously couldn't let that happen.

"I don't know what he used it all on but I'm sure it was nothing good. But hey, at least he didn't add domestic abuse or double child neglect to his track record, though that was only because that was my one condition for staying with him: that he didn't touch my brother and mom and took care of them financially." A beat of time.

"Gundham's your brother. . ."

It wasn't really a question from him, but more of a realization since I'm guessing him and Peko at least tried to put Gundham somewhere in my life story's cast roll. I was too tired to dispute; besides I'm sure he would have figured it out eventually.

That revelation hung in the air as a deathly silence seemed to blanket the world. I was inexplicably exhausted from my inner turmoil of emotions and felt very vulnerable having told one of my deepest secrets to the boy that reminded me of my dad. The ironic smile that twisted my lips stuck as I drew a deep breath to calm myself down. The nervousness churning in my stomach almost made me want to throw up again.

"I'm sorry," 'Doth my ears deceive me?'

Sneaking a peek up at Fuyuhiko allowed me to read the regret and uncomfortableness that painted his face. He shuffled on his feet and avoided all eye contact with me.

"I didn't know you were forced into it, I just thought you did it for fun when you were younger, your dad let you, and the flashbacks were from people you fought. I guess. . . I should've just minded some of my own fucking business after that whole. . . shit show that happened yesterday so. . . yeah. . ."

My eyes widened in surprise at the half assed apology, his words trailing off at the end. I wasn't expecting anything like that coming from him. 'I guess when you think you've seen everything, the universe pulls a shifty one on you.' Since I couldn't verbally respond out of shock, I just tilted my face downwards to hide my watering eyes.

Other than the principal, only Gundham and our mom knew about any of this, and they both always took pity on me for what I had to go through for them. The sincerity of Fuyuhiko's words wasn't riddled with a consoling tone, but one of understanding which made me feel better than any comforting words. Didn't even try to address my situation, he just excused his own behavior which I suppose is in character.

I have never been angry at my family for acting the way they do towards me but I've always wished that I could share my story with someone who understood what it was like to go against your own nature just to please someone else; I guess I accidentally found that person in Fuyuhiko. Now don't get me wrong, I still think he's a little asshat that has a problem with managing his emotions, but I suppose everyone has their faults.

Swiping at my stinging eyes, I sniff before looking up at him and nodding in acknowledgment, no longer seeing my dad's haunting figure. When I did that, it seemed the tenseness in his shoulders washed away. Guess he really doesn't know how to deal with anyone's emotions. At any rate, I eventually found my voice as I started to put my things away into my backpack while settling back into my regular demeanor.

"Thanks, I guess. Just stop snooping around in other people's lives and this won't be a problem for you ever again, kid," Aaaaand back to normal we go. His respectful silence was officially over because of my comment.

"What the fuck did you say?! I already fucking apologized and don't call me a shitty kid!" His cheeks turned red as he finally sat up from leaning on my desk and clenched his hands at his sides.

"Yeah, a half-assed apology about digging up my traumatic past makes me feel real better.~ But I bet that was really hard for you, huh?~ Don't worry, it will get easier with time.~"

"Like hell I'm ever apologizing to your ass again! I shouldn't have even done it the first fucking time!" His excessive cussing made him even cuter and childlike. Like a kid thinking he's badass for using bad words. By now I had gotten my stuff packed and stood up to my full height just to mess with him.

"Oh, I think you will eventually, Baby.~"

It's fun riding the line of death and teasing. Just as predicted, Fuyuhiko got even madder since I was now obviously a lot taller than him, and because I called him "Baby". Then he paused and smirked all of a sudden.

"Only if it's after I fucking kill you." 'Oh I have the perfect way to turn this around.~'

"What? You said you're going to kill me by fucking me?~ Jeez, at least take me to a few dinners first, there's a fancy restaurant down the street.~"

Satisfaction replaced the shame on my face that was probably supposed to be there at the sight of Fuyuhiko's embarrassed and shocked face. I took this opportunity to wink at him before walking around him and out of the classroom. It was well past our time to be in here. Not even a few seconds later, I heard his angry little footsteps run after me as I lazed down the hallway.

"That's not what I fucking meant and you know it, bastard!! Why the fuck would I even want to fuck you anyway?!"

"Hey, I don't know, I can't tell what you're thinking.~"

"I wasn't thinking anything like that, fucker! And stop calling me those damn pet names!!"

"No, I don't think I will, doll.~"

This retort causes a string of curses to fly from Fuyuhiko's mouth towards me, putting even a sailor to shame. Eventually he stops swearing and walking but doesn't respond, and I can see him staring up at me from the corner of my eye. The small male reaches into his jacket, where he apparently keeps everything, and takes out my hat. 'Oh yeah, I did kinda leave that on the ground yesterday, though I didn't expect him to pick it up.'

Of course, he can't just hand it to me normally, so what I got was my hat slapping me in my face before falling into my arms. I couldn't help the little smile that tilted up the corners of my mouth as I tilted my head questioningly towards him. He wasn't scary now that he wasn't trying to punch and expose me.

"Listen up, idiot. I'm only going to say this once so pay attention," he sighed and seemed to get a bit serious again, "Just so you know, I'm not gonna do anything with what I learned about you, and I'm not gonna try and recruit you into my yakuza either."

This clarification made me a bit more at ease since I was unconsciously thinking about those possibilities. But Fuyuhiko looked like he wanted to add something, so I raised a brow as I placed my hat on.

"Anything else?~" He scoffed at my prompting but continued.

"But. . . if you ever decide to, y'know, get back into action with practicing your skills in the field, I'm lacking manpower in turf fights sometimes so even a shitty dancer like you can maybe help out. You wouldn't be killing anyone and you could, y'know, stop whenever you wanted," He looked embarrassed again, just for even hinting at offering me a spot in his yakuza. There was nothing else I could do but laugh which Fuyuhiko obviously took the wrong way.

"You could have just said no! There no need to laugh, next time I won't offer you shit-"

"Pfft, no no, that's n-not why I'm laughing!~ I just- you're too- haha!~" My laughter kept interrupting my own sentences, and all I could do is double over while raising a hand in a request for patience. Even through my joy, I could feel the anger meter rising in Fuyuhiko the longer I took to compose myself.

"Shut the hell up and say it already, bitch!!"

"Okay, okay, I'm fine," a few chortles died out as I stood up straight again, "Hun, I'm not laughing at your offer, I'm laughing at your embarrassed face.~ You get so flustered too easily.~" A look of disbelief from him turns quickly to anger.

"That's not any fucking better than laughing at what I said, dumbass!" My clarification only made his cheeks redder, "Enough of this, let's go before Ishimaru gets back. I only paid those idiots to preoccupy him until 2 pm and it's 10 'til." The red faced yakuza turned on his heel and quickly walked the rest of the way down the hall with me following him in stride but with fewer steps.

"I think you're just trying to escape from me.~ Am I making you too worked up?~"

"Shit, don't say it like that!! Fuck you, you tall ass bean pole!" 'Opportunities just love to present themselves to me, don't they?~'

Moving to walk beside him instead of behind, I lean down close to his ear with a smile full of bad intentions.

"What the fuck-?"

"Fuck me?~ When and where, Baby?~"

A shit-eating grin spread across my face as he turned into a cherry tomato. I took this as my cue to leave, and attempt to save myself from the oncoming ass whooping I was sure would come once Fuyuhiko came to his senses.

"Oh, would you lookie there, that's my brother's car.~ Welp, gotta blast!~"

I took big and fast strides to the black convertible that had my brother surfing his phone, and the Four Devas playing around on the dashboard. When I hopped over the door and landed into the seat, he put his phone away and started to speak. The Devas ran across the leather and jumped all over me, squeaking and nuzzling me. Their little paws scrambling all over me just added fuel to my laughing fire.

"Hello, sister of mine.~ How was-"

"Hey hey, we gotta go, Gundham.~ I'm gonna die, start the car!~" Contrasting my urgent words, laughter poked through my words as I turned to smile back at the forthcoming, fuming Fuyuhiko.

"Get back here, (Y/N)!! I outta have you fucking sold to a whorehouse!!"

Gundham's eyes widened in surprise at what he yelled as he started the car.

"Now wait just a moment, you quarter-sized halfling-"

"Already tried it, not very fun!~ Go, bro, or we're both gonna be a part of the BABY'S tantrum!~" I pronounced the nickname extra loud just for shits and giggles.

"Fucker, get out of the goddamn car and face me!!" Just before the angery boi reaches our car, Gundham finally listened to what I said and peeled off, making me have to reach up and hold my hat to my head. Watching Fuyuhiko get smaller in the side mirror, I let out a loud laugh which made my sibling continually glance from the road to me in confusion.

"Would you care to explain why that fiendish devil, the one who you swore personal oath to avoid for as long as possible, has just threatened your being with a 'whorehouse'? Is he still bothering you?" There was a contained anger that rose in my brother's voice toward the end of his question, making me realize what that exchange looked like to him. The Devas looked back and forth from me and Gundham, sensing the clash of our different tones.

"Oh, yeah, we're coolish now.~ Some things happened during detention that made us realize that. . . we aren't that different." My previously wide smile simmered down to a melancholic one as I dragged my hat down to my lap. The four little hamsters sniffed at it before climbing inside to lay down. Probably seeing the truth in my peaceful expression, Gundham relaxed and went silent for a few moments.

"You told him, didn't you?" I nodded.

"Yeah, but he kinda dug up part of the story with Peko, the little shit.~ I just filled in blanks and details once I realized he wouldn't stop bothering me if I didn't.~" A weary sigh from my right.

"Was that the correct choice of action? He could use it against you one day."

That questioning made me doubt what Fuyuhiko reassured me earlier about not blackmailing me. My fingers ran over the soft fur of the now sleeping Devas as I thought. The idea of just blindly trusting a Yakuza's verbal "promise" sounded stupid to anyone with common sense. . . but I haven't had any of that for a few days now, so there's no point in getting some now.

And sure, we could discuss the potentially lethal repercussions of everything I just did to Fuyuhiko that will bite me in the ass tomorrow, but is this really the time?~ I hardly think so.~ Right now was the time for answering my brother with an unhealthy amount of confidence, considering the kind of answer I was giving.

"Yeah.~ It was.~"

This part was short too, but I hope you enjoyed it!~ Take care, dearies!~

Part 1

Part 2

💜🖤(Komiya x Tsunoda)🖤💜 Shopping In The Rain

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

🖤 = Normal

"Sorry for the late response! Yeah, I was curious about the story requests since you mentioned Aggretsuko! Did you take ship requests? I love the ship Komiya/Tsunoda and I was wondering if you could do a short request story/headcanon or anything based on that ship! If not, it's ok :) Thanks for your time!"

Okay, okay sooo I got a. . . STORY REQUEST!!~ I actually got two of then, but this was the first one and I'm so excited and I hope you like it, dearie!!~ I tried my very best and I hope I did a good!!~

Edit, I'm terribly sorry for just how long it took me to finish this I had problems pop up that ate up all my time and I lost my motivation and energy to write like I wanted from school and work and I'm sorry 😭🥺😫😩

"CALENDAAAARRRRR!! GET IN HERE WITH OUR TEA NOW!!!" Director Ton's belligerent voice shook the entire accounting floor. A dead-looking Retsuko walked in, undeterred as she placed the three cups of tea on her boss' desk.

"I had to let the water boil-"

" Then make it boil faster next time!! I could have played an entire 18 holes of golf by the time you got back in here! It's probably cold!!"

"Yeah, Calendar, hurry it up next time! How dare you keep the boss, Tsunoda, and I waiting like that! You still have work to do, hahaha!!" The strained, crazed smile that Komiya wore as he bobbled his brown head around perturbed Retsuko as she just sighed, mumbled a half-assed apology, and walked back to her desk. The monolithic laughter could be heard ringing from Fenneko as she laughed at her friend's pain.

"Ohhh my!~ Retsuko seems a bit sluggish today, maybe she'll get her act together one day, like you two!~" Tsunoda's big, sparkly eyes, and high-pitched voice hypnotized Ton and Komiya into a blush. With the strokes she was giving to their egos she might as well have been inflating them with a bicycle pump.

The meerkat had the bigger blush, considering he's been crushing on the petite deer for many months now. He gives a small little laugh and grabs one of the hot cups of tea to fix up for Tsunoda before presenting it to her in a romantic flourish. Sparkles seem to float around his head, in his mind, as he went down on one knee.

"Here you are, lovely Tsunoda! A nice, hot cup of tea just the way you like it! Be careful, it's hot!"

As per usual, Tsunoda overreacted with a big gasp and "gratefully" took the cup from her infatuated coworker.

"My gosh, THANK you, Komiya!~ You're just so sweet, I don't know what I would do without you!~" To really sell it, she blows a kiss to Komiya, make him squeal in an unmanly way before flying dramatically to the ground.

"I've been kissed by an angel!!"

Ton's eye twitched at the interaction, causing him to huff to himself.

"Hey, where's my cup of tea, idiot?! Stop lying about and make mine up!!" The pig's booming voice shook Komiya back up into his usual, suck-up self as he ran to Ton's desk to do as he was told.

"Of course sir! I'm sorry, Tsunoda was just so pretty and I-"

"I don't care, make the tea!"

Ton's entire demeanor flipped a 180 as he turned his attention to the smiling Tsunoda watching the two fight for her affections.

"Hey, Tsunoda, why don't you come here so I can tell you how I showed up the best golfer in Japan. So there I was, with nothing but a 3 iron and a cup of sake. . ."

Of course, Komiya was paying attention the whole time this interaction went on and was silently furrowing his eyebrows as he watched some loose leaves swirl in the white cup before him. 'Tsunoda. . . She's so pretty, I wonder if she. . .'

He stole a loving glance towards the acting fawn as their boss told another tall tale about his "golfing career". Tsunoda caught his small stare and winked at him flirtatiously, making the meerkats' face flush and whip his happy gaze back to the tea that had steeped enough. Grabbing the tea, he scurried to his bosses' side, extending it out for him.

"Your tea, sir!" Ton a bit begrudgingly took the cup.

"About damn time, Komiya."

The addressed male internally sighed a bit, thinking to himself that it was going to be a bit of a long day.

~☆~

Komiya's thoughts were fairly close to the truth as Ton had him actually doing some work that he himself didn't want to do since a few things were behind. It was an unusually tiring day, given that most of the time he stayed stuck by Tons' side practicing golf swings, telling other people to do work, and inflating his boss' ego.

His day only got more irritating as he stood at the glass doors, watching the rain clear out the usually busy streets of Tokyo's business district. With a sigh, Komiya pulled out his umbrella, ready to make his way to his apartment nearby in the moderate rain when he heard a voice that made him stop dead in his tracks.

"Oh, Komiya!!~ Hey Komiya, wait up!~"

The tell-tale click of a certain doe's quick footsteps had Komiya turning around with a completely different attitude than a few seconds prior to greet her.

"Tsunoda! How wonderful to see you after work, did you need anything?"

Anyone looking at or even hearing Komiya could easily identify his entire being as being a simp for Tsunoda, just as he was for his beloved pop girl groups.

"Actually, yes!~ I'm sure you saw the dreadful downpour outside, and you see I completely forgot my own umbrella at home, so I was wondering if I could maybe share yours?~"

This simple request had Komiya's heart thumping faster than the rain falling outside as he started to grow nervous. His mind wandered, thinking about them both being so close together, walking in the cool rain on a nearly empty sidewalk. . . all alone. . .

These thoughts alone had him blushing crazily as he quickly whipped out his umbrella, brandishing it like a shining knight in armor, which is what it felt like to him.

"Of course! I would hate for your fur or lovely outfit to be ruined by the rain!"

The meerkat gladly opened the glass door open for his crush and popped open the large umbrella, waiting for her to accompany him outside. Tsunoda was, as usual, overdramatic with her reaction to his gentlemanly actions and happily walked out under his protection.

"Thank you sooooo much, Komiya!~ Let's go, I wanted to go by a few places if you don't mind!~"

Tsunoda tugged on Komiya's arm that was holding the umbrella so that it mainly stayed over her, resulting in Komiya's opposite shoulder getting wet. Of course, the lovesick man couldn't care less if he was being soaked on one side, or tugged in the opposite direction of his home; all he was focused on was the entrancing visage of Tsunoda as she glanced her sparkly gaze around the wet city.

After a few minutes, the pair came into the shopping district which elicited Tsunoda to gasp in glee at all of the cute dresses, purses, and cafés that lined the walkways. She happily window shopped at different things, commenting on almost every thing she saw, as if hinting at Komiya to stop and buy her some things. Seeing that her attention was taken by other things, Komiya decided to pop back into reality and actually pay attention to what she was saying. As a result of finally noticing their close proximity, Komiya jolted slightly as he melted even more on the spot. He was falling more and more in love with Tsunoda, even if she obviously wasn't into him to the same extent.

"Oooh!~ Isn't that dress just the cutest?!~ It would go great with some shoes I have at home!~" Skillfully, Tsunoda clung to Komiyas' arm as she stared up at him with begging eyes as she continued her commentary.

"Would you mind if we went in so I could try it on?~ Maybe we can go to a nearby café soon!~" The male had to process the question but once he did, he replied quickly with stuttering words.

"O-of course!~ I don't have anything to do today, so we can shop around, I-I suppose!" Yeah, that "playing it cool" thing? Not working for Komiya right now. He was just a puddle of meerkat in the hooves of Tsunoda, which she knew all too well.

With no resistance from her companion, Tsunoda pulling the loopy Komiya into the cutesy boutique, finally being shielded completely by the rain. Now inside, Komiya reluctantly closed the umbrella and set it in the assigned rack by the door as Tsunoda left his side to browse around. He missed her closeness and warmth already, even if it did make him daydream to no end.

At a loss without the constant guidance of Tsunoda to pull him around, Komiya didn't know what to do with himself in this girly store and just wandered shyly over to the seats by the dressing rooms. Letting a slightly contented sigh, Komiya's big brown eyes wandered magnetically over to Tsunoda as she happily sifted through pink, blue, and yellow dresses on a rack. He couldn't look away from how she gracefully moved around, carefully looking for her size in different things, the way her eyes sparkled in just the right way when she found something new to add to the growing pile of clothes hanging on her arm.

"Okay, I think I'm ready to try clothes on!~ Lucky for you, you get a free fashion show, Komiya!~"

The object of Komiya's affections was the very thing to once again tug him from his world of day dreaming. A shy blush was brought to his already mildly warm cheeks as he just nodded in response, Tsunoda giggling at this and prancing into the dressing room.

"Are you ready?~ Here's the first one!~" Out popped an ecstatic Tsunoda in a frilly, blue and white dress with a decorational bow hanging in the back. The sleeves were a bit puffed and decored with their own mini bows on the sides which only multiplied Tsunoda's natural cuteness. One could swear that Komiya's eyes turned to hearts for a millisecond while his actual heart stopped. Hard, harder, yet harder he fell. He exploded with compliments, even standing up to praise her.

"AMAZING!~ You look absolutely stunning, Tsunoda! You always look so beautiful, but now especially!" Something about the genuineness, and pure love of Komiya's compliments made Tsunoda a rare victim of shyness as she felt her cheeks warm. She was used to guys forever commenting on her looks and body, but Komiya always seemed different and. . . heartfelt, which made Tsunoda feel. . . special in a way. Not wanting him to see that he affected her so deeply, she quickly shook her head and slipped back into her dolly persona.

"Wow, thanks, Komiya!~ If you like this one, you'll definitely like the other ones!~" And with that she quickly retreated back into the cover of her dressing room. The rest of the showings went on similarly to this, with Komiya showing his genuine adoration for the outfits, and Tsunoda getting more and more flustered each and every time. Of course, Komiya took no notice to her slight change in behavior, mainly just being happy he could spend time with her like this.

By the end of it all, an hour passed in the store and the coworkers were at the store counter, Komiya predictably buying all of the outfits Tsunoda tried on. It was obviously pricey but he could care less if it made his crush happy. When they stepped back outside, the rain had downgraded to a very light drizzle.

"Its still raining a little! Let me open up the umbrella for you!" Komiya started to struggle to shift all the shopping bags to his right arm while simultaneously trying to single-handedly open the umbrella. Usually, Tsunoda relishes in seeing men struggle for her sake but her developing feelings had her taking the umbrella from the wobbling male with a huff.

"Gosh, don't hurt yourself! It's just a drizzle and the café I want to go to is close, so just come on!" The doe acted like she was frustrated with him and started off back down the sidewalk where a few more people were roaming around again. This change in attitude and fast pace had her meerkat companion quickly scrambling after her, trying to keep up while apologizing.

"S-sorry! I just thought that you didn't-"

"Its just a light drizzle, my fur will dry while we eat, so stopping worrying!" Jeez, what a tsundere, amiright?

This counter effectively shut Komiya up, having him look down with shame. It was silent during the 5 minute walk until Tsunoda turned into a quaint little café on the edge of the shopping district labeled "Mochi Man's Cake Island". Komiya had never been this far into the shopping district so everything was new to him, compared to the familiarity Tsunoda seemed to have.

"Here it is!~" She announced as they walked into the large café. A large, fluffy magenta Maine cat worked behind the counter, having just taken a batch of donuts out of the island. There were all kinds of sweets in the display case but the specialty seemed to be donuts that were larger than regular ones. The feline behind the counter donned a white, fluffy scarf that looked like a part of his fur covering his mouth.

Tsunoda bounced up to the counter, greeting the large worker happily.

"Hello, Catakuri!~ I'm back for more sweets, and I brought a friend!~ How much for two donuts and complimentary bobas with strawberry jellies?~"

The stoic stare the silent cat gave made Komiya nervous but left Tsunoda unperturbed as she continued to try her tricks on him. All the owner did was move over to the display case and take out a pink and yellow donut, placing them on designed fine china, before turning around to quickly make the drinks. In a minute tops the still quiet male turned back around with two perfectly made bobas, the bottom colored red by the strawberry balls. Setting those down next to the donuts, he took two large straws out for them from his frilly apron pocket and rang up their order: 15,000¥.

The still sparkling deer lost her facade quickly at the full price of her order and snootily coughed up the price before taking the pink donut and one of the bobas to a table. "You're no fun, Cata!~ That never works on you!~" She whined as she walked away. Her absence left the piercing stare of the magenta cat to shift to a fearful Komiya who took his portion of the order to Tsunoda's table.

Catakuri eyed his scampering form a little longer before turning back around to take some cooled donuts and cupcakes off the cooling rack to decorate.

"Ah, thank you for paying for this, Tsunoda, but I could've-"

"Don't sweat it, he always does that!~ Meanie doesn't know how high value I am!~ One picture of his donuts and this place could be crawling with customers!~ His mean face always scares off customers, but he won't listen when I tell him-"

Once again cut off, Komiya listens to what Tsunoda says and looks down to his pretty donut as he unintentionally tunes his infatuation's speech out. He's focused on the second thing she said about her being high value. A sudden and uncharacteristic boldness surges through the meerkat as he suddenly looks up at the still chatting Tsunoda with a determined look. And for once he interrupts her.

"I think you are very high value, Tsunoda! You mean a lot to me!"

This stops the doe in her speech tracks and it seems like everything goes quiet except for the rain pattering outside and the soft Lo-Fi music playing in the café. Even the sounds of Catakuri working seem to have stopped as though he too was shocked to hear that from the meerkat as well.

Tsunoda seemed to be at a loss for words, not having one of her preset responses to compliments come up in her brain's database. She recovered rather quickly, though, but still tripped over her words a bit to try and keep her cool.

"Um. . .thank you.~"

The two stayed silent until a brown Astrex bunny came in, ringing the doorbell, and start talking to Catakuri who was actually responding to her soft voice with a rumbling one. That broke them out of there embarrassment and Tsunoda continued to talk like she wasn't feeling butterflies in her stomach.

Komiya was gaining more confidence with talking to Tsunoda who in turn tuned down her cutesy act a little. They spent two hours in there until it started getting dark, and the street lights turned on. The curly furred bunny was still there, sitting at the coffee bar and talking happily the owner when they decided to leave. Komiya caught the magenta cat's gaze as they walked out and seemed to give him and subtle nod before turning back to his companion.

The meerkat, being the "slight" stalker he was, knew the area where Tsunoda lived and took her home in that direction. It's not weird. When they reached her door, she opened it and faced her developing crush in the doorway with all her bags.

"Thank you for taking me shopping, Komiya.~ I. . . had fun.~" she shook her head a bit, "J-Just don't expect to do that all the time!~ Just go home already!~" And with that she slammed the door in poor Komiya's face.

But the face of this guy's face couldn't be happier as a blush painted his cheeks and he started to fanboy as he walked away.

"She said thank you! And she had fun! That means she likes me, right?! I knew she liked me! Who doesn't like me?! I'm gonna go plan our wedding!"

Well, at least he was happy.~

💜Protection (Charlotte Katakuri x Female!Reader) Pt. 1💜

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted) 

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare unless prompted)

🖤 = Normal 

I'm sorry to anyone who has tried to request a story from me since I started writing here, but I was going through some things with school, graduating, and getting my life ready for adulting.~ I also got married, and am moving with my husband!~ And now I'm back with a self-indulgent story for my favorite character from One Piece, Charlotte Katakuri!~ Enjoy!~

Part 1 - -> Part 2 - -> Part 3

Nervousness seeped into my bones as I tried to calm myself. Gardening the castle grounds wasn't necessary, but I had nothing else to do with my anxious hands, so I tended to the house and my personal garden with them. I had already tried to sit down and read a book in our room, but seeing the bed reminded me of the moment I shared with my husband this morning. For once, that was what I was trying to distract myself from right now, and my husband was the source of my mounting anxieties.

"Why do you have to go today?" This variation of my needlessly repetitive daily question slipped from my lips as I breathed in his sweet scent. One I felt the need to ask every morning as if he would choose to stay in bed with me all day rather than do his job. Sometimes I, selfishly, wish he would stay, but I'd never make him choose. The devotion to his family that he shows every moment of the day is one of the many things that made me fall in love with him, after all. Even if it's clear that this duty takes a hefty toll on his body and mind, I still support him in every endeavor he chooses.

His morning voice rumbled more than usual, and it made me press further into his warm, enveloping skin under the covers as we whispered sleepily to each other. The bliss of our intimacy alone had me never wanting to leave my paramount husband's side. His arms were so immense and encompassing, and I was so small and protected. Never fearing anything but the absence of my husband. A deep sigh from him lifted me up and down on his chest as he came to a clearer consciousness.

"It's my duty, love, you know that." His beautiful incisors gently grazed my head as he spoke, entertaining my usual silly question of worry. Butterflies still tickled my stomach at the endearment he addressed me as, even after three years of marriage. Those flutters overwhelmed me with a wave of adoration for my giant lover. Of course, I believed in my husband's strength, I've seen what he is capable of firsthand multiple times.

If this were almost any other pirate crew member his mother was executing, I wouldn't be worried, but this was one of the worst generation's crew members, Black Leg Sanji of the Strawhat Pirates, so I couldn't help but fret a little. There wasn’t anyone on the Grand Line that had not heard of this infamous crew that had done the impossible over and over. And that was all before they disappeared for two years, presumed to be disbanded after a disheartening defeat at both Sabaody and Marineford. Who knew how much stronger they were after all this time. All of that didn’t even include the superhuman abilities of Germa 66 that were sure to turn on us the moment the betrayal registered.

Letting out a small hum, I attempted to dispel the worry from my thoughts so I could relish the last half hour I had with my husband for this morning before he went off to put himself in harm's way. For his family. For me. My droopy eyes opened slowly to see the hidden beauty of my husband that only I was allowed to gaze upon. From his beautiful, pearly teeth to his peaceful face that also only seemed to be reserved for my presence. The sharp, masculine lines of his face seemed softened, especially his arched eyebrows that were always furrowed when he was around anyone. Anyone except me, that is. My significantly smaller thumb brushed along his rough scar, making him shudder as he too opened his worn eyes filled with adoration the same as mine. Our equally sleepy eyes met as I continued to caress his momentary tenseness and my worry away.

I gave him a soft smile as I leaned in closer to nom his nose playfully, my lips covering my teeth. Technically, I could bite it off, but he currently seemed to be too sleepy to regrow it. A smile of his own upturned the corners of his mouth, making me undeniably happy and let slip a few giggles. Even though I've seen it multiple times before, it still makes me giddy to know that I make him smile. My tittering was joined by his rumble of a chuckle as we cuddled impossibly closer, his strong arms enveloping my person tighter than before. A comfortable silence cocooned us as we soaked in each other's care.

It was only about us right now.

Mirth had me smiling to myself as I absentmindedly caressed sugary dirt off of a fully grown candy corn on the cob, just like I had his cheek. A gentle but chilling breeze brought me back to the present, and my smile fell away as I automatically looked towards the nearby main island of Whole Cake. My soft blue antennas and small white wings swayed in the wind as I sighed and stood up to head inside with my now full basket of candy veggies.

Looking up at the pink cotton candy clouds I've grown used to, they were a far cry from the white and pristine ones I grew up on. As a fallen Skypeian, it was still odd for me to be looking up at the clouds rather than being in them. My abnormal antennas gifted me abilities similar to that of a Devil Fruit power, though the sea does not scorn me for mine. With the power to read and gently influence people's emotions, as well as view their memories when I touch them, it was hard to live blissfully unaware of things when they affected someone's emotions. When my emotions rise, so does the sensitivity of my gift, therefore, when going out in public, I wear silk gloves. Katakuri does a lot with helping me manage my emotions in public, but it's nice to have a backup aid. If only he were here now.

By the time I was done cleaning the candy veggies and storing them, my worries had soared to new heights, and I couldn't stand it anymore. Even though it was senseless, I rushed to our room, and quickly put on a yellow tulle, knee length dress while pocketing my white silk gloves before leaving through the back door. The front and sides were guarded by Cracker's biscuit soldiers that he offered for extra protection this morning. Upon opening the door, I was immediately met with the hollow, smiling faces of about ten homies which made me shudder. Not because I was scared of them, but because I knew what kept them alive.

After marrying Katakuri, I eventually confronted him with my experiences of seeing human memories when touching Homies around the kingdom, and he reluctantly explained. The truth drew me into a mournful stupor, heartbroken for all of the stolen life forces constrained to these obedient slaves. This depth of my sorrow had me distancing myself in a separate room for a week until I calmed down. Any person that came near me was overwhelmed with sobs as I was, except Katakuri whose eyes only watered. Katakuri sent away his Homies for me to feel comfortable, and brought in human staff to replace them, but I still avoid Homies as much as I can when we go to other islands.

"Hello, Miss Y/N! Where are you rushing off to in a hurry? Katakuri-Sama appointed us to join you if you decided to leave the grounds!" Spoke one cheerfully. These weren't like normal Homies, as they were made out of Katakuri's mochi, yet the familiar material did nothing to quell my uneasiness. The sentiment he put forth in this change touched me nonetheless since I knew he only wanted to protect me.

I tried not to look into any of their soulless eyes, which made it slightly easier when I quickly reached my bare hands forward to tap two of the Homies and activate their locked away memories. With this trick I learned from Pudding, I made quick work of the rest of them, stunning them into a melancholic stupor as I ran past and into the tree line before one of the biscuit guards could come. A shudder wracked my body as I tried to shake away the memories of those stolen lives plaguing my thoughts now. I ignored it, like Katakuri taught me, and focused on my end goal.

It was a short jog to the edge of the juice sea ebbing on the cake donut shore where my own personal boat sat anchored. With it being relatively small, the force of me hopping onto it jolted it forward a little, and I raised the anchor before starting the engine. My hands twisted on the tiller, (Tiller: The steering stick on an outboard motor engine) making the engine roar up louder as I steered towards the mistily hidden island of Whole Cake. As I flew across the violet juice, my left hand fingered the ever-present mochi bead bracelet around my right wrist that I had forgotten in my emotional frenzy.

"Do you have to go?" The first time I'd ever asked that silly question. My quiet voice matched the dewy expression I wore as I watched my handsomely half naked husband brush his teeth in the bathroom a few feet away. Those entrancing magenta eyes, normally sharp but now softened and puttying even further as they meet mine, traced my partially covered body before sighing and spitting. My antennae matched the striking pink of his eyes.

He finished his bathroom routine before lumbering over to me and taking a knee to nuzzle his face into mine. I gladly welcomed the unabashed affection, softly kissing his parted lips in return. He hadn't even begun to be this close until a year into our marriage which was two months ago, so I welcomed it all. My hands traced the defined yet soft muscles along his chest as I tried to memorize every dip and line his body made in response to years of rigorous training. A shiver slips down my spine as his large teeth gently graze my soft lips engaging his in a deeper kiss. The kiss ends just as I was starting to tug him back into the bed by his neck, his large hands stopping his descent by holding onto the edge of the bed. With a pout, I stubbornly hung onto his neck as he sat back up until one of his large hands gently tried to tug me away.

When I did finally relent, I could see my red-faced husband bashfully averting his eyes, causing me to giggle and lie back down a little more satisfied than before. He used one hand to cover as much of his face as possible, and the other he outstretched towards me. I sat up again to look at his bare hand, about to place my own in it until little balls of mochi started to float up into the air. About twenty of them were created before they spun around and arranged into a bracelet. The newly formed piece of pristine white jewelry fell back into his large hand soundlessly.

I was already in awe of the delicate display of his powers, but upon realizing that the creation was for me, I was hesitant to take it. Stealing a glance up at him, he motioned to the bracelet with his eyes while still sporting a red, yet now uncovered, face. With his extra prompting, I gingerly took the bracelet. The instant I did, I felt an overwhelming wave of love tainted with anxiousness flood my body, making my wings flutter and antennas glow a deep reddish pink. The inevitable smile creeps onto my face, exploding into a wide grin and an unstoppable flurry of giggles. At hearing my unadulterated laughter, Katakuri starts to chuckle with me and leans in to nuzzle his nose against my neck.

"Now you'll always have a piece of me with you, and I'll always feel your heartbeat to know you are well. Perhaps this will bring both of us some peace of mind." He rumbled in my ear before slowly pulling away. This time I don't try to pull him back, but still begrudgingly watch him stand up to his full height. While maintaining eye contact, I put on the bracelet and rub it against my cheek. A thrum of arousal rings from it into my warm cheek, which blossoms a devious smile on my face as my antennae's red overtakes the pink.

"I think this'll do a few more things than that.~"

A particularly rough wave jolts me to the floor of my white boat, making the engine idle and the boat cruise without my steadying hand. Through my wall of worries, I hadn't focused on the bracelet, the window into my partner's soul. Wanting the bracelets to be a two-way street of emotional clarity, I had Katakuri make himself another and infused it with my powers so he could feel my emotions too. Now crouched down in the bottom of the boat, I clutched the bracelet to my chest and breathed in a few calming breaths. Bump. A dash of anxiety, always present despite his cool exterior. Bump Bump. Swirls of skepticism, he's people watching. Ba Dump Dum. My cheeks heat up as the dominating warmth of love spreads through me. Love was the best emotion to feel from him. I used his calm emotions to steady my own but felt bad that he's had to deal with all of my topsy turvy ones, as usual. He and I were complete opposites.

Now with more peace, I returned to the tiller and, with a softer twist, continued my trek towards Whole Cake. The closer I got, the stronger myriad of emotions I could sense from my bracelet. Nervousness is stronger, tense pulses of exploration followed by a ripple of anger. He's using his Observation Haki and what he sees is not good. At this revelation, the moment my boat hits the shore of Whole Cake, I'm up and running towards the looming chateau that stands in the middle of the city.

I can hear a faint rumbling, even from the edge of the city, which makes my stomach turn in an ocean of my worst fears. I can see a giant wedding cake up at the very top where Big Mom always has her tea parties, and it seemed like it was . . . crumbling? Running all the way from the shore to the center of town, I joined the townspeople in staring up at the top of the chateau in horror. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as feelings of annoyance edging on ire came from Katakuri.

If what I think is happening, is happening, then all the townspeople will soon be in danger. Mama has been raving about that wedding cake ever since she decided to "marry off" Pudding, and it's been in production for weeks now. If Mama doesn't eat that cake, she's going to have hunger pains and won't stop until a new one is remade. Which means I have my work cut out for me. Despite this acceptance of my duties for today, that didn't get rid of the fearful lilac filing my antennae. The townspeople started to murmur nervously to themselves about what was happening, and finally noticed I was among them.

"Lady Y/N! Do you know what is happening?"

"Miss Y/N, please tell us what is happening at Miss Pudding's wedding!" These first outcries were followed by a cacophony of worried voices that flooded my ears. After a few moments of trying to get my bearings, the yelling became too much. The mixture of my heightening panic, the thrum of my husband's own elevated emotions and the frenzy of the growing crowd exhausted me. The clear lilac muddied into brown.

"I. . ." A pulse of simmering anger from my bracelet makes me gasp before I could give the citizens a proper answer. The continual rumbling of the cake chateau made me uneasy, and I'd rather be safe than sorry about the townspeople's safety. Pushing out of the crowd, I ran over to a Homie guard.

"Miss Y/N, is something-?" Before he could finish, I cut him off with a frantic answer.

"We need to evacuate the city, Mama's cake is falling and Katakuri is fighting someone, that can only mean that the Strawhats are up there! It'll only be a matter of time before Mama starts her hunger pain, even if the Strawhats are defeated. We can't let the citizens get in the way. Tell everyone to evacuate as soon as possible!" The guard nodded obediently and ran off to spread the news. I was running in the opposite direction, back towards the chateau, yelling for people to evacuate, and trying to ignore the emotions flooding my senses as my husband expressed his rising anger and frustration.

I knew he should've stayed at home in bed with me this morning.

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It didn't take long for the townspeople to catch wind of the evacuation warning, and soon the usually bustling capital of Totto Land was desolate. Everyone knew the dangerous nature of Mama's hunger pain rampages, and that drove them to leave as soon as possible. Before I could think of what to do next, a surprising yet fleeting emotion dripped icily into my veins from my husband: fear. It was fleeting, but I've never seen or felt my husband fear anything or anyone, though I didn't have to wait long for the cause of it.

A large explosion sounded off at the base of the whole cake chateau, washing a wave of heat and debris over me as I crouched down and covered my head with my hands. Light purple lit up my face as I pushed my antennae down against my head as well. My heart pounded out of my chest as I stayed down until the wind died. A horrible groaning and cracking noise resounded around me from the chateau, urging me to look up at the damage done.

The entire chateau was falling towards me.

An undeniable fear of my own clawed out of my chest as I stood up and started to sprint away from the falling structure. My lungs struggled to keep up with my frantic breaths as I focused on staying upright and dodging continuously falling debris. As I ran, I tried to look back towards the top of the crashing structure to see if I could spot anyone, but after almost getting crushed and tripping a few times, I decided to focus on my escape first. Despite my best efforts and no matter how hard I ran, the shadow of the chateau never seemed to leave my figure. Hopelessness dragged down my tiring body, painting my antennae a dreary gray.

'I'm not going to make it. Why did I come here? I should've just stayed at home like Katakuri told me to, Katakuri is always right! Stupid, stupid! Now he'll blame himself if I die here! He'll work himself even harder!' Tears began to waver my sight, and stream down my sweaty, dirty cheeks as I kept pushing my legs harder and harder. I could hear the crashing of larger debris behind me, and even though it scared me, I started to slow down until I dropped to my knees. Each breath seemed like it wasn't enough, especially as I kept crying under the looming shadow of the chateau.

Trembling on the ground, I threw my head back to stare up at my inevitable fate, only to face a large chunk of sponge cake falling towards me. Everything seemed to slow down as my wonderful life in the past three years with Katakuri flashed through my mind. I didn't want to die. Didn't want to leave him.

"If you ever need me, just call out my name, and I'll come to you no matter where I am. I will always protect you." Katakuri's promise from all those years ago resounded in my mind.

Clenching my eyes, I let out the loudest yell I could muster.

"KATAKURI, PLEASE PROTECT ME!! I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE YOU!!"

I felt a surprising surge of energy burst through my tired body as I screamed out and waited to either be swept off my feet by my husband or crushed. All I felt was an even greater fatigue. What a pitiful way to die on the Grand Line. 'I'm sorry, Katakuri.' After a few hard beats of my heart pounding against my ribcage, and neither of those things happening, I cracked my eyes open to look at what had happened. It took me a moment to comprehend what I was seeing through bleary eyes, but even when I wiped them what I saw confused me.

The first thing I noticed was white. At a glance, I thought it was the familiar mochi of my husband who came to save me, but realized this was definitely different once my mind cleared. A buzzing bubble surrounded me like a shield, and it was deathly quiet. 'Did someone else make this, or. . . is this me. . ?' Nothing was heard other than my labored breaths. I saw the large piece of sponge cake that had been hurtling towards me moments ago nearby on the ground in smaller pieces. The second thing I noticed was that the entire cake chateau had been turned into real sponge cake, and heavy cream was spilling its way towards me. Not a moment after this fearful realization did my bubble shatter.

All the sound that had been blocked out by it came rushing back all at once. The gushing of heavy cream, settling of debris, groaning from the buildings that were supporting the now sponge cake chateau, and a few pained groans from nearby. Despite all the noise, there was one noise that made my breath hitch as I turned towards it.

The sound of spurs.

I saw my mountain of a husband, Katakuri, running towards me rapidly with Daifuku and Oven close behind.

"Y/N!" He yelled as he got to me, my arms already raised and ready for him to pick me up, which is exactly what he did. Faint yellow relief filled me.

"Katakuri! I'm sorry I left the house, I should have stayed home, but I was worried, and I felt your emotions and, and-" I couldn't even finish my sentence before I was breaking down into tears as all the stuff that had happened so quickly washed over me. Everything was a mess, I was a mess, and I almost died. He held me so close and tight in his large, strong arms, pressing my body into his heaving chest, and head into his scarf. My hands slipped under his scarf so I could wrap my arms around his bare neck and ground myself in his contact. I could feel the fast thumping of his heartbeat against my own pounding chest as he tried to futilely hide the fact that he was shaken up.

No doubt when he heard me scream his name a few moments ago, he looked into the future and saw me about to be crushed by a cake. We both just relished each other's safety for a few moments, his mouth nuzzling its way to my cheek in his scarf. The shakiness of his breath made me whimper and cry a little more. We stayed like this before he gently tugged me away from his comforting body after we had mostly calmed down. His crimson eyes were imperceptibly watery as they searched my face and body for any injuries. Normally furrowed eyebrows were upturned in worry.

"Why are you-? No, first, are you okay? I didn't think I was going to make it in time. I saw the cake, and then a flash of white, I thought-" He abruptly stopped that line of thinking along with his fast breaths that were edging on hyperventilating. He quieted and focused on catching his breath as he studied me. I couldn't look him in the eye for long as guilt wracked my body for making my husband feel so worried about me. A few sniffles are all that sounded from me as I let him cycle through his emotions to calm down. Katakuri saw my reluctance to look at him straight, sighed, and brought me back towards him. My forehead touched his as one of his gloved hands lifted to my chin and redirected my averted gaze up to his worried pools of magenta. There was no anger, just concern and fear, even though he had every right to feel angry with me. This softness was something I only saw when we were alone, and it just broke me again. Tears quickly filled my eyes as I nodded in response to his second question.

"I-I'm fine. I don't know what happened with the- the cake and the forcefield. I'm sorry I left the house, but I was just so worried about you, and I couldn't help myself! And when I got on the island, I heard Mama screaming and you felt angry, and then the cake fell, and I evacuated everyone, but then the chateau fell and-" It was a wonder if he could understand my blubbering as I gestured wildly around us to the mess everywhere, but he let me go on until I ran out of breath. He just stood there, listening, and rubbing his thumb along my cheek to wipe away the tears.

"Anything else, love?"

A blush warmed my cheeks at his soft tone and pet name, but nodded, nonetheless. It wasn't a condescending question, he just wanted to make sure I was getting everything out. Despite causing trouble because I disobeyed him, he still wanted to make sure I was well. Another rumbling hum resonated in his broad chest as he studied my tear-stained face, dirtied yellow dress and flushed face. This softened his gaze even further as he felt regret at my sullied state.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner. I don't know what I would do without you, Y/N, and I would rather not think about it. Although you did disobey me and slipped past the many Homies I had stationed around our home to try to prevent this very event from happening," I winced guiltily under his momentarily scolding gaze, "I am, nonetheless, happy that you came, and are safe. Your kindness knows no bounds, and I feel unworthy of such a display of love, yet I humbly accept it." His last sentence was quieter than the rest of his gentle scolding, still aware of his brothers nearby helping the rest of his siblings up from the rubble.

A wobbly smile tugged at my lips as new tears stung my eyes and I nodded. The warmth of our shared love for each other in this mess transitioned my relieved yellow to a lovingly deep pink.

"You're the one who's kindness is endless. I didn't listen to you about staying home and caused you extra stress. You should be furious with me, but you just care about me being safe. I have no one to blame for my state except myself, Kata, and you know it. None of this is your fault. And of course, you're worthy of my love, we've been over this, silly. You deserve the world, especially with everything you do for your family, and for me. I would do anything to ensure your safety, just as you do for us." I wanted to give him a kiss on the lips, but we were in public, so I just settled for giving him a lingering kiss between his eyebrows. He seemed to relax a little at this gesture, taking my return compliment well. Before either of us could say anything more, a shrill and angered voice called out for my darling love.

"Big brother Katakuri! What are we going to do about this mess, and all the traitors and intruders?! We have no time to just stand around!" It was Mont d'Or screaming and being followed by what looked like a giant chicken man in a familiar pink suit, Brulee, Compote and a few other higher ranking Charlotte siblings. Katakuri's tender face of worry hardened back to his serious one, which saddened me that our moment was already over. Duty calls, though, and I was used to it by now.

Katakuri made no move to put me down yet, so I just let out a soft sigh and leaned into his scarf to rest for a little. He finally turned around to face his oncoming siblings, and a few were surprised to see me in his hold. The first person to speak up about it was Brulee who walked forward with concern written all over her long face.

"Y/N-nii! What are you doing here? You look a mess, are you okay?" Everyone expressed different levels of concern over my state, but before I could say anything for myself, Katakuri spoke up for me.

"She was worried about Pudding's wedding, so she came to make sure everything was fine, but got a little caught up in some of the chateau's destruction. She's fine now." Katakuri's firm voice left no more room for questions, so everyone accepted this answer. I didn't look at anyone in particular, opting to just stay snuggled in the soft fabric of my husband's scarf.

Everyone started to talk about the attacks on the chateau, but I was only partially listening. I was staring absently at the ground, in thought, when a long pink and black, twisted lollipop invaded my vision. I perked up a little at the offering, looking past it to a smiling Perospero who gave me a little wink when my gaze fully met his. With a little giggle, I took the treat and began to suck on it as I settled back against Katakuri. He didn't say anything about it, but I could feel his cheeks shift under his scarf in a smile which had me glancing up at him with a small smile of my own.

Once again, our moment was broken by someone yelling, but this time it was Daifuku directing troops. From what I had heard snippets of, the explosion on the chateau was still unknown, the bird man was somehow Tamago based on how he was talking, Strawhat Luffy and his allies had caused a lot of damage, Jinbei announced his resignation to join the Strawhats and Capone Bege had betrayed us to help the Strawhats assassinate Big Mom. The last piece of information was a disappointment but not a surprise. Katakuri had always had his suspicions on Bege's loyalty. Jinbei, though, was more saddening.

Ever since Whitebeard died, he was quick to ally with Big Mom to protect Fishman Island from pirates. He only visited the chateau when Big Mom called him, and rarely came to Komugi Island unless it had something to do with Katakuri. Nevertheless, the times he accepted my invitation to tea when he was around, he was kind, respectful and a joyful company to have. He didn't disclose any sensitive information outside of personal information, but I'm sure he was being reasonably cautious since I was married to Katakuri. One might think he was just nice to me because of my relations to one of Big Mom's highest-ranking members, but I like to think he genuinely enjoyed our time together as I did.

"Brulee, come with me. I'm going after Strawhat." Katakuri demanded, and as Brulee agreed and started to rant about what they put her through, I could feel Katakuri's anger rising high as he listened to his sister. The development made me a little nervous because the higher strung his emotions were in a fight, the more likely he was to slip up.

"I will personally make sure he is stopped. Not only has he destroyed our kingdom, put the family in imminent danger and tried to assassinate Mama, but", his grip tightened on me, "he almost caused serious harm to my wife. I must stop him here before he becomes a bigger threat to Mama later on." His protectiveness over everyone, especially me, had me blushing as butterflies tickled my stomach. Though, the thought of him getting hurt on our behalf churned my stomach over the butterflies.

This pirate had managed this much damage, even if he did have some powerful allies to aid him. Either he was as strong as his bounty suggested, or this was all pure luck. Even if Strawhat Luffy lived up to his current bounty, it was still only half of Katakuri's which totaled in at a billion berries. I had done enough doubting of him today, so I tried to quell the growing uneasiness that colored my antennae a lime green.

Just as Katakuri prepared to put me down to leave with Brulee, a loud rumbling and sounds of massive destruction caught everyone's attention. Soon thereafter, Smoothie was running towards us, urging us to do the same. If she was this frantic, that could only mean one thing: Mama's hunger pains had started.

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Wah!~ Okay, sooo this turned into something WAY longer than I expected it to be, so I split it up!~ The scene I started this story in mind with can be reached in two parts.~ The second part is mostly done already, but now I kind of want to have another part for just pure fluff and maybe a little somethingggggg, I don't know!~ I'll decide when I get the planned parts out and see how they do and how I feel, I suppose.~ Take care, dearies!~

Part 1 - -> Part 2 - -> Part 3

🖤💜Protecting (Charlotte Katakuri x Female!Reader) Pt. 2💜🖤

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted) 

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare unless prompted)

🖤 = Normal 

I KNOW it's been at least 2 months since I posted the first part of this, but here it is!~ I love Katakuri sooo much, if you couldn't tell, and I just kept writing, so this turned into a 3 parter!~ But BEFORE you curse my existence and get your Mogura, I already have it done!~ Literally fully completed, I just have to post it after this one.~ And I decided that your reward for waiting so long for this series was some ✨spicy✨ times.~ So expect that in part 3.~ Also, I'm so shocked at the amount of likes I got on the first part??~ Almost 70 likes??~ You guys are too much.~ Hope you like it!~ Mwah mwah, darlings!~

Part 1 <- - Part 2 - -> Part 3

Dread set in as everyone realized the untimely situation. We still had to deal with Bege and the Strawhats, and the last thing we needed was a raging Big Mom. I felt Katakuri's grip tighten on me as I let my emotions drift into him. I was scared and tired, wanting nothing more than to stay in my husband's strong and safe arms. Perospero stood there, thinking of a plan, and when his gaze landed on me, he perked up. He seemed reluctant to ask me due to Katakuri's possessive hold on me, but when our eyes met I had an idea of what he wanted from me. This was part of my job in the family, to help Mama calm down during her hunger pangs even if it was dangerous. 

"Ah, Y/N? I'm sorry to ask this of you after the kind of day you've had, but", a nervous glance to Katakuri whose intense gaze slid to him the moment he addressed me, "would you help me out in calming Mama down? I have an idea that might work, but she seems a bit angrier than usual this time around, lick." Perospero's confidence dwindled the longer he stood under Katakuri's piercing gaze until I lifted my hand to lay it on my husband's shoulder. He focused on my soft face and quietly huffed before kneeling down to gently place me on my feet. Before he could make any threats, I snuck a quick peck on his nose, and grabbed Perospero's hand to run off. 

"Kekeke, quite the little minx you've become with our brother.~" He glances back. "He's become a lickity blushing mess.~ I can tell even if he pulls up his scarf.~" A large wail followed by a nearby building being crushed brought us back to the grim reality of our task. Perospero put up a candy wall to keep us from being crushed as he explained his plan. 

"We have three major problems right now and Mama is one of them. Katakuri is going to ambush the Strawhats on their ship while some of our brothers and sisters go after Bege. I want to get rid of Strawhat first and foremost, so let's set Mama's sights on him by telling her he has her wedding cake. This will give us a little time to figure out how to make the cake, though. . .", he trails off and tugs at his collar, "you know how Mama is with people who lie to her. Even if it's one of us. So, if this doesn't work out, you and I will be killed by Mama if that cake isn't made in time." That fact made me nervous, but Perospero looked even more scared than I felt. Mama liked me well enough, but I know she wouldn't think twice about killing me since I've seen her kill some of her own children before. As much as I loved Katakuri, that was something I hated about his mother. My gaze drops down to the mochi bracelet around my wrist, focusing on the emotions of my love. 

Worry. Simmering anger. Determination. Resolve. I had to be steadfast like Katakuri and play my part in keeping everyone safe. I felt like I had the same responsibility as Katakuri, taking on the role of a protective big sister since I was his wife. I could see my antennae change to a deep red. My desire to succeed was rooted in my love for Katakuri. With a shake of my head, I straightened up and threw my lollipop to the ground before going around Perospero's candy shield to march towards the rampaging Yonko. A frantic scream sounded from the brother behind me as he ran up to my side and put on a wide smile with me as he called out to Mama. 

We both shook as he convinced her with words while I coaxed her with a little emotion and thought nudging. Despite being such a feared pirate, Big Mom’s mind was easy to influence, like a child’s, which matched some of her behavior at times. The feeling of everyone watching us with bated breaths, and the direct tap of Katakuri's own worry made this all the more pressuring. The two of us just about fainted at her terrifying aura, purple taking over my previous red, as she promised to take our lives if we were lying before leaping onto Zeus and racing off towards the seducing wood. Not a moment after she was out of sight did Perospero and I share a glance before wailing out in fear. He fell to his knees on the ground, and I was heading to follow suit if Katakuri hadn't swooped in to pick me up off my feet again. I felt even more drained than before, but the love and comfort coming from my beloved husband and the few head caresses he was willing to give me in public made everything worth it. I trusted him to help me make sure everything worked out.

As Perospero fell further into despair about our current situation, a familiar voice from above called out to us. Peeking over my husband's shoulder until he turned around, I saw Pudding on her magic carpet. 

"I'll make Mama's cake!" She proclaimed, and Perospero just about cried tears of joy at those four words. As she explained her plan of recruiting Chiffon to help her remake Mama's cake on Cacao Island, I knew the little time I had with Katakuri was coming to an end. Soon, he would be locked in a heated battle with Strawhat Luffy. Staring up at my husband's serious face as he listened to Pudding and everyone else, I took to admiring every perfect line and curve of his face that I could see. After so many years, I didn't even need to see the rest of his face to visualize it under his scarf. The tips of my antennae drooped into my vision, and I could see them lit up with a dark pink. With a small, embarrassed jolt, I covered the exposing appendages with my hands as the conversation came to an end. 

I could hear and feel my husband’s amused chuckle at my embarrassment, making me flush further. This brought my attention to the tattling bracelet around my wrist, making me contemplate its importance right now. My emotions were all over the place and have already distracted him enough today. With pursed lips, I tugged at the mochi bracelet around my wrist. In an instant, Katakuri's full attention was on me, and his hand was preventing my own from completing its task. 

"What are you doing?" He asks in a low voice, ignoring the gazes of his younger siblings around us. To everyone else, he sounded angry, but I felt he was just apprehensive and confused. I smiled and lifted his gloved hand to my lips for a soft kiss to his knuckles, which elicited a few 'aww's, before continuing to move the bracelet to my hair as a hair tie, which he allowed this time. 

"I've worried you enough today, dear. You're about to enter a big fight, and I don't want to trouble you anymore. It's close enough to still feel my presence, but not my emotions unless you wish. You can focus on it for strength, if you need to. I'm sure I'm worrying over nothing again, but I'd rather be safe than sorry." With a soft smile and a peck to his cheek, I pat his muscled arm to be let down. Through my touch I could feel his unease and dissatisfaction at my words, but other than that, the only indication that my actions had bothered him was another crease in between his ever furrowed eyebrows. I knew he didn’t like this plan. He knew I didn’t like this plan either. But it was a necessary precaution, one taken to further ensure victory and protect the family. We held each other’s challenging gazes for a few bated breaths until Katakuri relented. He uncrosses his arms a bit, but before he could bend over to let me down closer to the ground, I slipped through the given gap, landed briefly on the spike band sticking out from his left knee and hopped to the ground. 

"I'll stay here with Mont d'Or and Pekoms to stay out of you guys’ way. I'm sure they can protect me if something happens, right, boys?" I smile wide and hook my arms through one of each of theirs, causing them to puff out their chests and proudly agree. 

"You guys just do your best, as always!" The dark pink of my antennae shifted to a burnt orange to show my low tempo joy and determination. Even though my bones ached with exhaustion, I took a deep breath and started to radiate feelings of rejuvenation and conviction for everyone as a boost. After I did so for a minute, I let my arm slip from Mont d'Or so I could subtly lean more into Pekoms' soft fur, who easily held me steady. As I lifted my heavy eyes, I could see Katakuri observing me closely before closing his eyes and turning away. Nothing got past him. 

"That's enough time wasted here. Get a move on to the positions you've been assigned. Every second lost is a lesser chance of victory, but we will win." Everyone, invigorated by my powers and inspired by Katakuri's brief speech, gave out a battle cry and ran off to do as they were told. As everyone dispersed, Pekoms wrapped an arm around my waist, and helped me follow Mont d'Or and Tamago to where they'd be working from. 

As I sat down and continued to rest against Pekoms, I thought about what happened earlier with that odd forcefield when I was about to be crushed. It had to have come from me since I felt the energy output of it, but I've never done that before. Maybe this was the awakening that Katakuri has been trying to draw out of me all this time, and it only just came out then because I was in real danger for the first time in my life. Of course, I've been in danger before, but ever since I married Katakuri, I've felt comfortably confident in my safety. I'd have to look into this development later.

With everything happening I didn't know when I'd be able to rest again, so I was going to take the opportunity while I had it. My gloves were starting to make my anxious hands sweaty, so I tugged them off and stuffed them into a pocket on my dress. A yawn escaped me as I snuggled more into Pekoms’ side and fell into a dreamless sleep. 

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Unsure of how long I'd been asleep for, I woke up with a start to the sound of someone crying. I sat up from the piece of sponge cake I had been settled on during my nap to look around for the culprit. It was Pekoms, and he seemed truly upset by something. The sight of one of my friends crying like that woke me up quickly. With a frown and dark blue antennae, I stood up and rushed over to the sobbing lion to comfort him. Once he realized it was me, he instantly dropped to his knees to envelope me in a tight hug. Before I could even open my mouth to ask what the matter was, he beat me to it.  

"My brother! He's gone! How could this happen?! Gyah! Big bro Pedro!" My arms wrapped around his fluffy afro as I cooed at him in consolation. Without my gloves on, I could feel the full force of Pekoms' sorrow, and it cut deeply through me in my groggy state. Fat tears, the same as his, rolled down my cheeks until I managed to control the reception of emotions, yet it still left me sniffling and letting out a few tears. Normally, I'd try to calm the person down and make them calmer, but this was a hurt that needed to be let out naturally. It felt wrong to subdue the grief he felt for, what seemed like, the death of a very close person in his life. I looked over to the chicken form of Tamago, eyes still watery.

"Tamago-san, what happened?" My voice shook as I spoke, not able to completely dismiss my self-inflicted sadness. The teacup wearing man tutted as he walked towards me, using a wing to wipe my face of tears. 

"Ah, do not cry-amour, tears do not suit your face, bon. Unfortunately, Pekoms' brother, Pedro, died aiding the Strawhats' escape from the island. He blew himself up to free their ship of Perospero-sama's candy, bon. From what I heard he took part of Perospero-sama's arm with him. " My breath hitched in horror at the information and loss from both sides as Pekoms cried even harder upon hearing the news again. Enemy or not, losing someone close to you is always hard. Not to mention Perospero’s loss as well.

"Shut up already! He was our enemy! He knew the risks of helping those Strawhats fight a Yonko’s crew! And what about Perospero?! Half his arm is gone!" I snapped my head towards Mont d'Or with a tear-stained glare and dark purple antennae for his insensitive comment which had him shying behind the giant book he held. I understood that he was an enemy, but that didn’t negate the fact that Pekoms knew and cared for him. Nothing was black and white in this world, especially family. Fortunately, Tamago was partially on our side, and engaged Mont d'Or's complaint. Not wanting my irritation to upset Pekoms any further, I took a few deep breaths, cleared my mind and continued to hug his head to my shoulder. Slowly, the deep purple faded back into a light blue.

"I'm so sorry, Pekoms. I understand what it's like to lose someone so close to you. If you need anything, I'll help you in any way I can." He didn't say anything, but nodded a little against my shoulder. I stood there silently after my condolences, tuning out Tamago and Mont d'Or's continued argument in favor of comforting Pekoms to the best of my abilities.

After a while, his sobs waned to sniffles, and from there he finally loosened his hold on me and leaned back to look at me. My exposed shoulder was drenched from tears, but I paid that no mind as I lifted his glasses and wiped the tears from his black, beady eyes. I offered a sad smile. 

"Sorry for cry-" Before he could even think of finishing that sentence, I shushed him with a finger. 

"You have nothing to be sorry about. What happened was horrible. Even if he was technically an enemy", a swift, bombastic side eye to Mont d'Or, who cowered again under my returned scolding gaze, "he was still your brother. I'm sure he still saw you as his brother even if you two had different ideals and paths in life." My speech earned an appreciative smile from Pekoms as he nodded and stood up. He took on a thoughtful look as he stared out towards the Seducing Forest. I just stayed next to him, thinking over all the events of the day. 

"Y/N? Would you like to come with me to, uh, look around for any more injured people?" Pekoms’ somber and rough voice roused me from my thoughts yet again. That was an odd and random request, but I suppose he just needed something to do and focus on to distract himself. I was still a little tired, but I didn’t want to leave Pekoms alone.

"Of course, we need to find some first aid kits first, though." With an absent nod from him, I told the other two where we were off to, and Pekoms led me into the ruined city. The river of cream that had flowed freely earlier was now just a sludge that thickly coated the ground. Even though I was already a mess, I still held up the edge of my dress to prevent any further damage. 

We stop by the abandoned hospital for two first aid kits before setting off back through the city in silence. I had tripped a few too many times over debris and thick cream puddles, prompting Pekoms to grab hold of my bare hand. I tried not to focus on his swirling emotions out of courtesy, but I could tell easily that the most prominent one was uncertainty. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Pekoms stopped in his tracks and spoke up again.

"Y/N, what would you do if you knew someone was going to betray the family?" Stopping at both his halt and question, it took me a moment to understand why he would ask it. My e/c eyes stared at his triangular sunglasses, feeling out his emotions more deeply as I did. I felt his anguish, guilt, nervousness yet a flaring storm of conviction was starting to overshadow the aforementioned uncertainty. It was clear what he wanted to do, and I was in no position to talk him out of it. 

This is where I had to choose between my morality and true loyalty to Big Mom. Pedro was his family before we were, and I couldn’t ask him not to fight for the people that his brother died to protect. All the Strawhats wanted was their crew member back, a crew member that we took from them. All in all, I swore my loyalty and life to Katakuri, not Big Mom, and I knew he would understand any decision I made.

"I think that each person has their own values that they must hold steadfast to in any circumstance. Even if they conflict with other parts of our lives. Something you must ask yourself, though, is if you're willing to put your life on the line for those values and face any consequences that come with them." A beat of silence passed between us as I let my words soak in. I stepped towards Pekoms and wrapped my arms around him tightly, and he reciprocated. The warmth of his fur tickled a smile onto my face, lighting up my antennae yellow.

"I'll always think of you as my family, Pekoms, even if you leave us. Besides," I look up at him and give him a little wink, "believe it or not, Katakuri and I don't always tell the family everything if it doesn't affect them." Pekoms' lip quivered for a few seconds before starting up a new fountain of tears while hugging me even tighter. 

"Gyah! I knew you were my favorite for a reason, Y/N! Thank you so much!" I wheezed out a laugh, happily squeezing him back as my yellow shifted into a peachy orange. This felt like the right decision. 

Once Pekoms calmed down, we made our way to the ruined chateau once again. No one but the more prominent siblings in the family knew this, but Brulee had a mirror in her room in the chateau that she always keeps open. Whenever she was in the Mirro-World, anyone could access it through that mirror without her being present. It was useful for when we had meetings there, though we still needed Brulee to leave out of a different mirror. 

It was tough figuring out where her room was now that the whole building was ruined and skewered on the city's tallest buildings, but after an hour of searching, we figured it out and stood before the mirror. Miraculously, it wasn't cracked, but we did have to sit it back up for us to enter. Pekoms abandoned his first aid kit, on the checkered floor but I kept mine in case we came across someone who was injured. The only news we've heard so far has been a report of the Straw Hat's ship sinking and the defeat of Germa 66, so I wanted to be prepared. Pekoms lost a bit of his drive at those disheartening reports, but refused to give up just yet. Before I could wander off, Pekoms stopped me with a paw to my shoulder.

"Listen, Y/N. I know you said you wouldn't tell anyone about me, uh, following my values, but I also don't want you to be labeled as a traitor because of me. I know you love Katakuri, and I want you two to be happy. That being said, if push comes to shove, I don't want you to associate with anything I do from here on out. I'll even act like I took you hostage if I need to! Gyah!" He clenched his fist in front of him as he declared this, making me smile and pat his arm. 

"Don't worry, Pekoms, I'll be fine. I promise." Looking around, the winding and twisting walkways of the Mirro-World had me a bit lost. I had only been through here with a guide that knew where they were going. Luckily, Pekoms seemed to know what he was doing as he turned around to face the large mirror we just came through. 

"Hey mirror, who all is in the Mirro-World?" The mirror, to my surprise, answered. 

"Brulee, Katakuri, Flampe and a man in a straw hat are currently here!" I perked up upon hearing that Katakuri was still here with Strawhat Luffy. It's been a couple of hours since we heard the reports of the sunken Straw Hat's ship and Germa 66's defeat on Pekoms' transponder snail. Though, now it seemed that Strawhat was living up to his bounty and more. I was tempted to touch the bracelet in my hair but refrained. If Luffy was holding his own against my unrivaled husband, then it must require focus. I couldn’t let my own selfish whims worry him again. 

“Pekoms, what were you planning on doing here? Although Strawhat has held out for this long, he seems to be struggling against Kata, and if he loses, anything you do could be for naught.” Even with his sunglasses on, I could tell that Pekoms was worried as he thought out his first course of action. It was hard for me to believe that Katakuri would lose, so the most the mink could do was aid in Strawhat Luffy’s escape when the time came. Before Pekoms could think up a plan of anything, his transponder snail woke and started a ruckus. 

“Strawhat Luffy is in Chips Town!”

“No, he’s in Chockfull Town!” 

“Green Town!”

Island after island gave reports of sightings of Strawhat Luffy appearing all over Tottoland. The fact that he was running around so many islands meant that he had Brulee, for the second time to my understanding, and was running from his fight with Katakuri. Pekoms seemed relieved to even hear that he was alive and kicking even if he was running for his life. To me, this news meant that Katakuri was stuck here in the Mirro-world just like us until Brulee was freed. 

Just thinking about him spiked the craving of my husband’s feelings thrumming through my body. I had gotten so used to knowing the inner workings of his heart that I felt half empty without them. Without him, my nerves felt too open and vulnerable, so I shakily took out my gloves from my pocket and tugged them on. The anxiousness dimmed my bright antennae. Pekoms started to cheer which drew my attention to him and away from the remounting worries plaguing the edges of my mind.

“Gyah! I knew he would survive! He may be a bit stupid, but even he knows when to pick and choose his battles!” The mink turned to me with a wide smile and grabbed my shoulders. With his paws in contact with my bare shoulders, I could feel his strong relief and fierce motivation which brightened me back up. That was how I felt when I put my faith in Katakuri, and Pekoms felt this way about Strawhat Luffy? I suppose Strawhat was Pekoms' leader right now just as Katakuri was ours.

“If he’s trying to leave, then the rest of the crew has to be alive! They have to be! Big bro Pedro didn’t die in vain!” His voice wavered at that last sentence, but he kept his determined smile. I gave the invigorated mink a small, supportive smile and nodded. 

“It seems they could be alive, but we can’t leave without Brulee here, remember?” Pekoms froze in his excitement at my words of reasoning. In a second, he was depressed on the floor. I laughed softly and kneeled next to his hunched form. 

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m sure Brulee will be released soon, and you’ll be able to continue Pedro’s will.” Pekoms sniffled and looked up at me with furrowed eyebrows. 

“You think so?” With a nod, I placed my gloved hand on his pink clad shoulder. The flow of his strong feelings seeping through my gloves had me taking a deep breath. Bright red blazed over the previous peachy orange. He really wanted- no, needed to help this rambunctious pirate running around Tottoland. For himself and no one else. That was a freedom not many people in this kingdom had. I wish Katakuri had that freedom.

“I do.” We shared a quiet moment before I stood back and put my hands on my hips. I was starting to feel tired again, but there were things that still needed to be done. 

“Now, let’s go. Brulee has a few houses around here, doesn’t she? If you’re going to be masquerading as a robust vigilante aiding Strawhat Luffy, you need to look the part, right?” Pekoms jumped up and threw a clenched fist into the air. 

“Gyah! Yeah! Let’s go!” With newfound energy, Pekoms grabbed my hand and dragged me along one of the many twisting and checkered paths. 

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"What about this one?" 

"Um, too sparkly."

"This one?" 

"Too frilly."

"Okay okay. This one!"

Pekoms pulled out a pink, skin tight mask with a few darker pink markings along the face and a star right on the forehead. It was one of the last costumes he had pulled out of one of the many costume drawers we found. Anyone who had met the Charlotte family would be hard pressed to deny the family’s. . . flamboyant clothing style, so a house in a central location solely for dress up clothes was well within their behavioral territory. I was laying along my stomach on a dangerously comfy bed as Pekoms sifted through all the clothes and outfits, helping him choose the right one. Who knew he would be so keen on matching his existing pink suit?

“Hmm, it matches your suit better than the other masks. Try it on?” I covered a yawn and closed my heavy eyes for a moment as the lion mink pulled on the tight face mask. When I opened them again, he had fit all his mane into the mask and I had to stifle a laugh at the sight. He looked like a giant cloud of cotton candy! Not to mention that the mask was so tight that it hid nothing to anyone who knew him. 

“Gyah! I knew I looked stupid!” My giggles only increased as the embarrassed mink tried tugging it off and the mask didn’t budge an inch. His frantic attempts prompted me to get up, despite my sore body’s protests, and try to help him. After about five minutes of tugging from any and all angles, the tight mask stayed in its place on Pekoms. With labored breaths, I collapsed onto the soft bed as Pekoms sulked on the floor. 

“Gyah! I have to defend Big Bro Pedro’s legacy in this? How shameful.” Once I caught my breath, I decided to encourage Pekoms again. 

“It doesn’t matter what you wear, Pekoms. What matters is your actions. As long as you do what you think is right for your ideals, you have nothing to be ashamed of.” Another yawn drew out the last of my soft pep talk, and this time I couldn’t ignore the call of sleep. This day had drawn a lot out of me, and my aching bones settled as I slipped into my memories and dreams. 

As I faded out of consciousness, the last thing I heard was the unsteady reply of my companion. 

“Thanks, Y/N.”

Light filtered through the mosaic windows, casting hundreds of mini rainbows and refracted light spots across our cozy bedroom. It was one of the very few days that I awoke to my husband still by my side in bed. Even rarer, I was awake before him. Everything felt so bleary and light as I took in the warm air of our room, the large rises and falls of my husband’s chest underneath my arm, the softness of his arm settled against my body. It all felt so perfect. Too perfect. Yet, I didn’t want to lose this moment.

I treasured every moment I had with my busy behemoth of a man, no matter how brief, long, serene or fitful. I hardly stirred from my resting spot in fear of breaking the spell. There had to be a spell. My senses were so enchanted, so enraptured by the man resting beside me that at times it was hard to believe that I was his and he was mine. 

Mine. That word still made me giddy to think about, let alone say, even after two years of marriage. Giggles threatened to bubble out of my parched throat, but I kept my whimsical feelings contained so as to not disturb him. He deserved the rest. He deserved the world. A world better than the one he lived in, one where he could be just as peaceful and happy as those he protected. 

I wish I could protect him the way he did me. Protect him from everything that took away the shining light I saw in him every day. Protect him from the people that locked that light in a cage with a single window to shine through. But even as he is, scars and all, I knew he was perfect. My perfect husband in every sense of the word. The way he laughed, the way he smiled, oh his beautiful, unfettered smile, how he held me, those oh so gentle eyes when he told me he loved me. I was sure I was as pink as my antennae was bound to be by now. Every perfect thing I thought about him made it harder and harder to keep my smile down and my hands to myself. The hand on his chest trailed its way up to his uncovered face.

That was certainly the most perfect thing about him. The feature he hated most about himself is the thing that made me love him more when he finally showed me. Surprisingly, he didn’t move even as I cupped his scarred cheek. He was so warm. So soft. My lips itched to kiss him. To make sure he was really mine after all this time. Finally, I sat up at his side, looking down on his still slumbering face. 

Slowly, I lowered my forehead down to his. 

Nuzzled my nose to his sharp one.

My lips felt the exhales of his breath, getting closer and warmer until-

A loud, ground shaking rumble woke me up with a start. I sat up, my heart racing as I looked around to see where I was. I was still in Brulee’s dress up home, Pekoms lying on his back on the floor with loud snores coming from him. A pang stabbed my heart when I realized I wasn’t where my surreal dream-like memory led me to believe I was. Where I hoped I was. I was right, it was too perfect.

No, instead of Katakuri being next me, sleeping soundly, he was out there, fighting a dangerous pirate for our sake. If I had to guess, they were the cause of the rumbling that woke me up. With a weary sigh, I got up from the bed calling me to lay back down. As much as I wanted to rest, I still had to help Pekoms. Maybe I’ll get to see my husband at the end of his fight. The worries I had before resurfaced full force accompanied by a headache, but I made myself swallow any expressions of it back. Katakuri must be more tired and hurt than I am right now with such a long fight, so this is nothing. I have things to do.

“Pekoms, wake up. Wake up, Pekoms. It sounds like Kata and Strawhat are fighting again.” When my words did nothing to stir the deep sleeping mink, I crouched down and pulled back the tight mask still stuck to his face and let it snap back to his cheek. Pekoms was quick to react to that, a small roar of pain sounding from him as he shot up. His eyebrows were furrowed in anger as he rubbed his stinging cheek. 

“Gyah! What the hell was that for?!”

“We need to go, now is no time for sleeping. Don’t tell me you already forgot why you’re doing this.” This time Pekoms heard me loud and clear, and jumped to his feet. I joined him a little slower as another tremor shook the house, knocking a few things from dressers. 

“Of course I haven’t forgotten! I’ll never forget!” I smiled fondly at his persistent motivation before silently turning towards the door and making my way out of the house. The disarray of Brulee’s Mirro-World compared to how it was when we first got here was a bit shocking. It must be an intense battle for things to be in this state. My weariness was dragging my dread filled body down as I thought about my husband’s apparent struggle against this pirate. I had my faith in him until the end, but the fact that this has been going on all day and night is worrisome, to say the least. My mind ran wild with thoughts of the worst outcome, turning my antennae a lofty purple. Pekoms came up beside me with a look of uneasiness that matched my internal emotions. 

“Geez, those two are really doing a number on this place.” He checked his watch. “It’s 10 minutes 'till 1 am. They’ve been fighting all day and through half the night, gyah! I think we should go see where the fight is. Maybe I can try to save Strawhat from an untimely death.” Pekoms seemed to also hold the sentiment that Strawhat wouldn’t be able to defeat Katakuri, which eased my worries a little. Although I know Katakuri isn’t omnipotent, like many are led to believe, his strength is nothing to write off. After seeing what he’s capable of for the past 3 years, I’d be stupid to doubt his abilities now. 

All I could do was nod in agreement to Pekoms’ plan, and follow him as he started towards the source of the large tremors. Butterflies of nervousness had me feeling sick with each step I took. Anxiety was different from doubt. Eventually we got close enough to the fight that with each rumble, a wave of dust and Haoshoku Haki swept over us, and I fell to the ground at the unexpected onslaught of emotions. Pekoms was still standing, but upon noticing I wasn’t he knelt down beside me in concern. 

When people use Haoshoku Haki, they put out their intentions and emotions with it. The stronger the Haki, the more intense the emotions. I could tell one was Katakuri because it felt familiar. His Haki was filled with conviction and love. The other Haki that was new and almost suffocating had to be Strawhat’s. His was also filled with love alongside persistence but had a dangerous edge to it. Like with one wrong thought, things could turn horrible, and that possibility shook me to my core. The lilac of my antennae flickered like a firefly that changed in brightness with each new wave that washed over us.

Pekoms must have seen something happening that I couldn’t because he suddenly picked me up and ran back the way we came a little to hide in a tunnel full of mirrors. He used his Devil Fruit and put his back to the entrance to block anything from coming in. I was still frozen as I held onto Pekom’s jacket. Katakuri’s opponent was more dangerous than I thought, and I was sure he knew that, but he was still fighting. Everything going on paralyzed me with overstimulation.

What if Katakuri lost? What would Big Mom do to him for losing? He’s never lost before, but she expects perfection from him. How would he feel if he lost? What would happen if he lost? Would Strawhat just leave with his crew? All these rampant emotions had my antennae darkening to a deep shade of brown from the muddied myriad of feelings cloudy my senses. I couldn’t control my powers in this state, so involuntarily I started to exude them out, trying to get rid of them. Pekoms was holding me tight, so I could feel the vibrations of him talking, but everything else drowned out his words. 

Just be quiet, quiet,

QUIET!

And then. . . there was silence. 

Hope you liked it!~ If I didn't already have the 3rd part made, I'm sure I'd be a horrible person to anyone reading this.~ See you soon.~

Part 1 <- - Part 2 - -> Part 3

💛💙Protected (Charlotte Katakuri x Female!Reader) Pt. 3💛💙

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted) 

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare unless prompted)

🖤 = Normal 

Part 3, as promised!~ It all comes to the thrilling conclusion, and I FINALLY get to the scene that started this whole story.~ After about collectively 18.5 k words.~ All I can say in my defense is that...THIS MAN IS TOO FINE!~ If you don't want the ✨spicy✨ part of this story, that's totally fine.~ Just stop reading at the line of star squids.~ Enjoy, dearies.~

Minors, Do Not Interact, Please.~

Part 1 <- - Part 2 <- - Part 3

Although I wished for it, the silence that abruptly replaced the sounds of destruction and fighting startled me, along with the suddenly very loud shouting of Pekoms in my ear. 

“Y/N! It’ll be okay-!” The pink clad mink cut himself off at the abrupt silence. Our heavy breaths were the only thing filling the new quiet. We both slowly detached from each other and looked around us to see the same semi-transparent white shield that I had created earlier. Its opaqueness varied in pulses, so I could see that everything around us had crumbled into rubble except the ground inside the bubble.

“What the fuck?” Pekoms mumbled out, looking around until his gaze fell back onto me who looked equally surprised. This sudden change shocked my panicked mind out of its frenzied state, allowing me to calm myself down. The calmer I became, the more I realized how drained I felt again and leaned against Pekoms once more.

“Is this yours, Y/N?” Looking up at my reflection in Pekoms’ black glasses, I gave a hesitant nod before responding.

“Y-Yeah, I guess it is. . . “ This new power still felt weird to me. More so the after effects of me being fatigued and suddenly so calm. It bothered me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It was like the emotions just expelled from my body. Before our conversation could continue on, some movement caught the corner of my eye. A beat up, and barely moving Strawhat had crawled out of a large hole in the ground.

Once again, the bubble popped so suddenly when my heart jumped into my throat in dread. 

Where was Katakuri? 

With the barrier gone, the rubble around us sank into our little hole, but I ignored it and the weariness tugging at my bones, scrambling over the debris. Desperation clawed its way back into my heart and showed in my deep purple antennae as I crested the pile of rubble, searching for my husband. Tears burned my darting eyes, blurring my vision, until they fell onto the large body sprawled out beside the hole. Katakuri. No scarf in sight. My breath hitched, and the tears fell freely as I took in what that entailed. A part of me already knew what the outcome of this fight would be, but it still hurt to be right. This was the last thing I wanted to be right about.

I felt Pekoms come up beside me on the rubble, his reaction being the opposite of mine when he saw Strawhat alive. Before either of us could go to our respective fighters, the sound of those familiar spurs clanked twice through the air as Katakuri struggled to his feet in front of a crawling Strawhat. I was frozen to my spot, watching with bated breaths as he swayed on his feet. Blue light bathed either side of my face as my antennae drooped down.

"Kata. . . " I whispered out, thinking he was going to try and continue fighting. I wish I could grab the bracelet from my hair and know what was going through his heart and mind right now, but I was glued to my spot, unable to even get past the state he was in. There was blood dripping from multiple wounds, the largest being a hole in his side, fresh bruises littering his body, sure to be a nasty color tomorrow, and his entire body shaking with exhaustion.  

At the obstruction, the retreating captain stood up as well, readying himself for a fight that neither of them seemed to be in the shape to continue. Pekoms growled beside me, seemingly unhappy with the fact that Strawhat was still trying to fight with Katakuri.

"That damn brat doesn't know when to quit, huh? Tch, I figured as much." And with that, my travel companion parted from my side and away from the two fighters. I was about to get up myself, to try and convince my injured husband to stop. That dying for his mother's cause wouldn't change a thing. Maybe it was selfish of me to think so, but I just knew I couldn't live without him. I barely know how I lived before him. Before I could force myself to move, my husband's raspy question stopped me. 

"Are you gonna come back. . . to take down Big Mom one day?" 

Huh? Was he asking this boy to. . ?

"Of course I am! Cause I'm gonna be King of the Pirates!"

Then, the most bizarre thing happened.

Katakuri smiled. He smiled at the thought of someone taking down his mother.

"You must be looking far into the future!" He exclaimed as he started swaying more on his feet. Looking like he was about to fall again is what finally spurred me to action. I didn't know what happened in that fight for him to be so open about his feelings with this enemy, but that hardly mattered now. I started sprinting across the ruined floor, tripping and falling over debris as Katakuri began falling. Onto his back, no less. He was on his stomach before.

I knew I couldn't catch him, but I'd been apart from him for too long, and he needed me just as much as I needed him right now. He landed with a resounding thud that hurt my heart. I could see Strawhat standing there in shock as I finally got to my husband's side. My knees cut on the broken floor at his sides, but I hardly cared as I frantically looked over my defeated husband.

"Katakuri! No no no, are you okay? Please don't die! I love you too much to let you die!" I wasn't sure what to do first, he was unresponsive. The first thing I could think of was to stop the bleeding from the big gash on his side. With nothing else to use, I took the skirt of my dress and pressed it into the wound. The fabric of my skirt was too sheer, though, and barely did anything to stop the flowing life force. As I thought about what to do instead, I could feel another person approaching. 

Strawhat Luffy. 

Meeting him face to face like this instead of through his Haki had a different effect. He didn't seem like a dangerous guy, in fact he seemed quite simple. Yet here Katakuri was, flat on his back after their battle. He had big, round black eyes that shone with determination –towards what, I didn't know just yet– and his mouth was set in a fine line. It unnerved me that I couldn’t take any emotions from his blank face. He was worse than when I first met Katakuri. Strawhat looked far more beat up than Katakuri, which I secretly relished, but was at least able to stumble his way towards us. I knew I stood no chance at fighting this guy if he wanted to finish off my husband, but I'd be damned if I didn't do anything.

"Go away! You won! Isn't that enough? He's already down, so just leave, go find your crew!" I splayed myself protectively in front of my husband. I wouldn't be much of a hindrance if this guy really wanted to get rid of me, though I could stall. If only for a few moments. He ignored me and got closer. I was shaking. Shaking in both anger and fear to make a deep magenta as he dared ignore me. When he was a few steps away, I covered half my arm in Haki –that was the most I could use even after 2 years of training– and threw a punch as hard as I could at him. Even in his weakened form, the infamous pirate caught my fist effortlessly. I strained against him, staring heatedly into his thoughtless eyes. 

With the contact, I searched his emotions and intent, if only to predict his line of thought, but what I found was nothing I expected. Through the pain and exhaustion were strong threads of respect and twinges of sorrow. They were towards Katakuri. That caught me off guard, and the loss of concentration made my Haki disappear. Strawhat didn't move against me as he stared blankly into my confused eyes.

"I'm not gonna hurt him." 

And for some reason, I believed him. I kept my eyes on him as I slowly took back my hand, my magenta lightening to a curious yellow. His grip wasn't very tight in the first place. He turned his attention to my still unconscious lover, and I watched as he stepped past me, took the black hat off of his namesake hat and put it over Katakuri's mouth. That surprised me even more. To think that Strawhat respected him enough to cover his biggest insecurity even after he won. Vice versa with Katakuri taking this fight so seriously that he exposed himself in full to this rambunctious teen.

The boy left after that, staggering his way aimlessly down a winding hall of the half destroyed Mirro-World. I'm sure Pekoms would find and help him. This was out of my hands now that Katakuri had been defeated. Returning my attention back to my lover, I let out a tired sigh. I'd never seen my husband look so beat up before. The thought of how much pain he must be in brought the tears back to my eyes. It was over now, his part was done, and everything was coming down. 

"Oh, Kata. Your mother doesn't deserve you." My quiet words came out watery as I pet his dirty magenta hair a little, wishing I could hold him more, but I didn't want to cause him anymore pain. I wouldn't even be able to get serious help for him until Brulee came back, which I'm sure will be a while since Pekoms needed her for Strawhat's escape. I hope she's alright. My hand moved from his head to the black hat Strawhat had put over his mouth, removing it so I could see his full face. He was still the most handsome man ever. With a sad smile, I bent over and kissed his forehead hoping he would feel the love in it even while he was asleep. 

Looking around, I saw my abandoned medical kit lying on the ground a bit of ways away slightly under some rubble. For hopefully one of the last times today, I made myself get up to retrieve it. My tears had slowed, but when I came back and began cleaning up my husband they streaked down my dirty face again. The warm rivulets of tears dripped from my chin and nose onto his chest as I leaned over him. Starting with his face, I used alcohol wipes to wipe away the dirt and gently clean his cuts. This medical kit only had basic things, so I used all the candy design bandages where I could, and the gauze on his big gash. After about half an hour of quietly working, my silent cries had been reduced to the occasional sniffle here and there. 

The appearance of Katakuri had improved, and everything was at least cleaned, though he looked a bit silly with all the cutesy bandages covering his face and torso. With a weary sigh, I turned my attention to the pile of dirty and bloodied wipes with a grimace. As I began stuffing them into the basically empty medical kit, a groan interrupted the deafening background noise of the Mirro-World. My attention immediately snapped to my husband whose face was contorting from peace to pain. His large hand came up to his dirty locks, grasping at his head as he let out another sound of pain. My breath caught in my throat at the sound.

"Kat. . . Katakuri. . !" My throat closed up before I could get anything else out, and let myself fall down onto his free arm. I could feel him freeze as I let out all my pent up emotions. Everything oozed out of me like a toxic slime with each shuddering sob. Pain. Sorrow. Fear. Relief. All the tension I was holding in my chest slowly drained out of me. I was weak in the presence of my protector.

“You’re okay! You’re alive! Everything was rumbling and falling apart, I saw you fall and he came over and I thought he was gonna. . . he was gonna-!” I couldn’t even finish my sentence. I didn’t want to think about it anymore. Not right now at least. Maybe never again. Wave after wave of tears fell in fat blobs down my face, and I couldn’t stop shaking as I held on tight to Katakuri’s arm. I could feel his regret, pain and shame mixing in with my turbulent emotions at the sight of me crying. My antennae settled into a deep cerulean blue that lit up my crying visage. It wasn’t long before I felt his free hand come to my back and rub it gently. That only encouraged my breakdown, enticing me to hug his arm in my hold tighter. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ve put you through too much today. I’m sorry I couldn’t win. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough. I’m sorry-” 

“No! Be-Be quiet!!” I shook my head in a childish manner, not wanting to hear those remorseful words misplaced in his mouth. His voice was shaky and his chest shuddered with every regretful word he pushed out, seemingly on the edge of joining me in tears. Whether that was my doing or his own sorrow showing itself, I didn't know. The sound of him being so defeated brought back the anger I felt earlier towards Strawhat, but this time it was aimed towards the real culprit: Big Mom. 

None of this would’ve happened if she hadn’t taken that blonde cook. He obviously wanted nothing to do with Germa, not that I blame him for disassociating from those monsters. Yes, Katakuri would always protect his family because of his own sense of responsibility and love, but she created and invited this threat, just like every other danger, to the family. I knew he could feel my silent anger, but I didn't dare bring up that topic right now. For the moment being, I was just worried about my husband, and only him.

Lifting my head up, my mouth was downturned in a frown as I subdued my crying and swallowed my indignation to continue talking. I saw the suspected tears in Katakuri’s eyes as he moved his shiny gaze from the ruined ceiling to my indignant face. Oh, how I hated that self-loathing look in his beautiful red eyes.

“None of this is your fault. You did your best, I know you did, Katakuri. Why are you apologizing to me when you took on such a powerful opponent with everything you had? You were lying here in a bloody heap at the end of your battle, all because of that damn Strawhat boy. You are more than enough. More than your mom or I deserve. The only thing you should be apologizing for is making me think you died.” The last part of my rant was whispered quietly, the words being the biggest fear I’ve had all day. I swiped at my face, trying fruitlessly to wipe away some of the wetness coating it. His sharp toothed mouth hung open like a fish out of water. He had nothing to say to my rebuttal, but the swelling of tears slipping down his face said it all. 

The tight feeling of anger was washed away completely by that soft face. The face of a man who’s been given the grace he deserves. Seeing him crying made me smile. He would have never shown this type of emotion to anyone else in his family since he wanted to be seen as an immovable force that protects them, but now that image was shattered. And I'm starting to think it's a good thing he lost. I threw myself down onto his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. A watery laugh escaped me as I buried my face into his strong neck and his large arms enveloped me in their comforting embrace. Even though he lost, he was still my protector. In his arms was still the safest place I felt I could be.

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Muffled voices prodded at my subconscious. I couldn’t discern anything as I pressed my face closer to the warm, squishy thing I lay upon. One of the voices was deeper and closer than the others, the vibration of their words humming through my body. I tried to just ignore it and go back to sleep, but the longer the voices continued the more awake I became. And with my resurfacing consciousness came the pain of my body as I tried moving. The soreness everywhere and sharp pain on my knees made me grimace in regret.

“Shh. . . sleeping. . . don't wake. . .”

“. . . eeping? . . hard as a rock. . . she won’t wake. . .” 

The two other voices that weren't the soothing rumbling began to argue, and until I opened my eyes I wasn't sure where I was, or who was talking. The first thing I saw was pink. Bleariness had my mind as slow as a tortoise as I peeled my face away from the squishy pink thing. Pulling away further, I realized it was a person’s chest. My husband’s chest to be exact. Finally, everything came rushing back and anxiety shot through me like an archer’s arrow. Despite my sore body’s protests, I sat up and looked around wildly. 

I was in Katakuri and my’s room, lying in our bed. Katakuri sat propped up beside me with a lot of large pillows behind him and heavily bandaged. On either side of our bed was Cracker and Brulee, who was the source of the “hushed” bickering. Everyone froze when I popped up like a gopher. I probably looked like a mess right now, and acting so crazy definitely didn't help that rap. Brulee was the first to break the deafening silence. 

“Y/N-nii! You're okay! I was so worried that you weren't gonna wake up just like Katakuri-nii! It was horrible what you two went through! That damn Strawhat, I'll kill him myself!” The large, wispy woman had pounced on me when she started her blubbering, holding onto me tightly by my waist while crying into my stomach. Her tight embrace didn't do my aching body any favors, but the familiar touch made me relax. Her feelings of relief and joy gave me a small boost of energy.

“Sorry to worry you, Brulee. It's okay, I'm fine.” I wheezed out with strained breaths. 

“Get off of her, you witch! You’re really gonna kill her like that!” Cracker came to my rescue in his own little Cracker way. His instigation made the emotional woman let go of me and engage in yet another bickering match, but this one was full volume now that they didn't have to worry about waking me up. I rubbed at my tender muscles while letting out a few amused chuckles. With his siblings’ distraction, I had forgotten to address my husband beside me.

“I'm glad you're awake.” His baritone voice commented quietly. My heart leapt to my throat, and I couldn't turn around fast enough to fully focus on him. There he was, in all his handsome glory. The fact that I could see his whole face caught me off guard. I glanced from him to his two siblings with a silent question before scooting back to his bare side. I decided to voice my obvious question when he said nothing.

“Why aren't you wearing-?”

“I don't need it. At least not with them, and not right now. Mama has decided to continue pursuing Strawhat who is heading to Wano. Some of our siblings are going with her while the rest of us stay to recuperate and rebuild the kingdom.” Despite his serious words, there was a small smile on Katakuri’s face as he talked about his mother going to chase Strawhat Luffy. It made me think about the question he asked that boy. The connection made me giggle. 

Cracker and Brulee stopped their argument at my tinkle of laughter. I couldn't hold it in, and my giggles grew into a full on laughter. Katakuri smiled happily at my joy, soon joining me with a few low chuckles of his own that blossomed into one of his rare laughters as well. We couldn't see it, but Brulee was smiling fondly at our seemingly random laughter with Cracker looking bewildered between all three of us. 

“What the fuck are you both laughin-”

“Come on, let's go check on our other siblings, Cracker.” Brulee grabbed Cracker by a bandaged arm, eliciting a pained cry from him, and dragged him from his seat to our nearby full length mirror. With a hefty push from the tall woman, Cracker was sent into the Mirro-World. Before she went through herself, she spoke to us as we came down from our laughing high.

“You two should rest. I'll tell everyone to let you have your time alone today, wiwiwi.~” And with that, we were alone. I sat there catching my breath as the peace settled in our room. A deep breath quieted my emotions into content, and I could feel the same coming from my paramount husband. My arms snaked around as much of his chest as they could and gave him a tight squeeze which I was sure he barely felt. 

“I'm glad you're happy. Happier. Maybe now. . . you could be more yourself. No more hiding and putting up that omnipotent facade.” Hope for my lover’s possible boost in his self-image bloomed in my chest as I slowly tilted my head up to look at him. He wouldn't look me in the eye, and there was a solemn doubt in his eyes and heart. 

“Perhaps. Though, things of this matter are not so easily changed. Especially not in my family. You know this.” His comment procured a furrow on my brow. Not wanting him to fall off into a dark place again so quickly, I moved into his lap, straddling his waist as my small hands reached up to direct his face to mine. 

“What if you were the one to change that?” That simple question held a few different meanings. Meanings I'm sure the man before me could easily decipher after three years of marriage. He’d never admit it to anyone, but I felt it. I felt his relief when he lost. The joy when Strawhat said he’d come back. The buried hope that Big Mom would fall. Every burden he’s been caused was because of his mother, as is with his siblings. It was a sure bet that Katakuri would be voted the captain of the Big Mom Pirates if his mother fell. Then he could begin to heal his family and himself. 

Katakuri stayed quiet for a good few moments, but I didn't need a verbal answer. I knew the answer of his heart. With my hands on his jaw, and us finally being alone after such a long, draining battle, I couldn't help the beckoning I felt towards him. Even all bandaged up and bed ridden, Katakuri still had my heart and body in a hold. The pain of the cuts on my knees were no match for the yearning burning in me. With deliberate movements, it didn't take long for my lips to slowly mesh into his. The familiar feeling of his sharp teeth prodded at my chin and upper lip, but it just spurred me on. He tasted like donuts, as usual. 

Katakuri seemed to have no qualms with my choice of action since his large hands were soon encompassing my hips. Lithe fingertips danced from his jaw to the back of his neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps along the way. His semi upright position on the bed made it easier for me to lay upon him fully and deepen our sweet kiss. My heart raced faster, and I already knew my antennae were a deep rose pink as they lowered against my head. With flushed cheeks, I minimally pulled away to catch my breath. Upon opening my eyes, my lust filled ones were met with the love littered ones of my husband. The look he gave me, made me a bit shy for being so forthright with my desires. Though, the tent I felt against my butt suggested that it was not unwelcome. 

After a brief spell of bashfulness, I willed myself to continue. It was too late to stop, and I had done enough holding back during the day of the wedding. Not to mention the time I've been asleep. With that thought in mind, I crashed my eager mouth back into Katakuri’s, wrapping my arms around his muscled neck. I could feel him taking in a deep breath through his nose but didn't pull away. In fact, he pulled me closer by my hips. Kata was as needy as I was, but still maintained his self-restrictions. His apprehensiveness to indulge himself in me had my clenching insides groaning in exasperation. It wasn't long before I was pushing myself back against his growing sex with apparent longing. 

“Kata.~ Please, I need you so bad. I know you want to use me.” My usually modest voice rang with sultry desire as I whispered into my husband’s ear. My teasing yanked another seemingly pained groan from him, making him press his sharp nose to my shoulder. Those sharp teeth were just a hair away from my own neck. The thought of what he could do to me with them made me shiver.

Our passionate kiss devolved into one of sloppy desire until I wrenched my lips from his to latch onto his neck. With it being covered all the time, it was an easy weakness I could exploit. Just a soft faux bite right below his jaw had him squeezing my hips tighter. A restrained groan hummed against my mouth as Kata let out hot, heavy pants against my shoulder. I continued my soft bites into his warm skin. My teeth sunk into his flesh, tasting mochi and showing that he allowed me to do this. The feeling of his large muscles straining against me as he still held himself back drew out soft whines from my throat. 

“Don't do this to me, love. I can't. . . I might just. . .” He growled out his labored warning to me. Usually, I would back off and continue to set the pace, but today was different. Today, I wanted to press all the wrong buttons to get the “punishment” I've always been threatened with. For once I wanted my husband to be the one in pure sensual bliss. He deserved it after everything he’s been through. This was my gift to him. If he couldn't unapologetically be himself anywhere else in his life, I wanted him to be completely open with me. Emotionally and physically.

Deciding upon this course of action put a tingle in my spine. I could finally do all the teasing I wanted and say all those things that drove him crazy. Katakuri had been preoccupying himself with kneading my bare thighs from under my nightgown and leaving soft kisses along my now exposed shoulder. Soft mumbles of praise from him to me sung into my ears, only making me more excited for what was to come. He was already teetering on a thin edge. 

I continued to roll my hips back and forth against his fully hard bulge. Slowly and deliberately. A soft whimper escaped me each time I rolled just right over my sensitive spot, clinging to him like he was my lifeline. 

“You can't leave me like this. I want it all, I know I can take it. Just fuck me all you want. It'd be so easy and feel so good.~” Yet another growl rumbled against my chest from his as I continued whispering dirty nothings in his ear. 

“Y/N. Stop. Please.” He used my full name. He was serious, but despite his firm tone, I could feel his raging lust banging on the grates of his body. Screaming from the sewers to let it come out to play to its heart content. I was dangling the key so carelessly above the ravenous hands stretching through the gaps. My own lust had already taken over my body. It was in control with the rest of my emotions tied up and left to watch with morbid curiosity how this would end. All I did was smile and run my hands down his chiseled chest. 

I didn't respond to his plea and demand, but instead continued my dangerous game. I detached myself from him and led my lips on a trail from his neck to his waist band. As I looked up at my needy lover, I could see the dangerous glint in his red eyes. Not the one he got when he was fighting, this was different. It felt more animalistic and unkempt. Something I hadn't felt in him before. It was like there was a whole new part of him that had been closed off, and I was the first to experience it this way. My butt swayed restlessly behind me, my lower stomach begging for relief of this infernal itch deep inside me. And there was only one way to get rid of it. Excitement overrode my momentary fear as I held his warning gaze while making quick work of his pants and boxers.

Finally, the thing I pined after stood before me, lighting my body abuzz and cheeks ablaze. Precum had darkened a wet spot on his boxers and showed no signs of stopping as his cock twitched and pulsed in my hands. A giggle bubbled out of me as I pressed my cheek to the shaft and kissed my way up to the soft, wet tip. I hummed in satisfaction when the soft pink head slid into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his sensitive glands. Just with this much, my mouth was half full, but I knew that other parts of me could handle him just fine. I felt like I could handle anything as long as it satisfied him. This progress had Katakuri moaning and gently holding my head. There was no push of his hands or buck of his hips, but I knew he wanted more. Well if he wanted more today, then he’d have to take more. I let go of my tight grip on his head with a pop, licking my lips as I swallowed his stringy fluids. 

“Doesn't my mouth feel good? You know what would feel even better than my little mouth?” I called out once again to Kata, bringing him out of his haze of pleasure. I continued to slowly pump his full length with both hands, but only rubbed his tip along my now wet cheek. 

“Ka-ta-kur-i.~ Why don't you wanna make your wife feel good?~ I'm begging you.~ I promise it will feel great for both of us.~ Please?~” A faux pout puffed my cheeks when he didn't respond, just letting out those deep, restraining growls and grunts. I knew it would take more than a little teasing to get him to let loose. I let go of his cock fully and sat up on my bandaged knees. The adrenaline pumping through my hot body nulled the pain from them as I took the straps of my nightgown and tugged them leisurely down my arms. The thin, flowy fabric of the gown already showed my perked up nipples through it, but I knew he liked seeing the real deal. The small straps fell off my fingers, but bunched up on my hips, unable to completely fall off without some assistance. 

I crawled back on top of my heavily breathing husband, his sharp eyes hooded with lust, hovering my gooey entrance over his weeping tip. The urge to slide down on it, and ride us both to completion was tempting, but kept my eyes on the prize. Or eyes on the punishment, more like. With us face to face again, I could feel the hot breaths emanating from his mouth and fanning against my face. He could feel my awaiting sex so close as well. Those dangerous eyes trailed from my exposed breasts to my still covered lower half leaving me feeling vulnerable under their piercing scrutiny. He was expecting me to continue my undressing and, subsequently, start riding him like usual. All I did was give him a smile.

“Need some help?” He asked lowly and gruffly. There was a gravel to his voice that brought back the urge once again. It was so close. No. I had a plan. I reserved the right to give my husband what he needs. Even if he doesn’t think he needs it. I gave a nod, unable to talk as his hot gaze stayed on my face. Wanting to ignore his commanding stare, I moved closer to his face. I knew something that he fell apart at. My damp lips pressed against the clammy skin of his cheek, adorning his scar with a kiss. I didn't stop at one, and softly placed a kiss all along his left cheek’s scar. The skin was smooth but raised and was as sensitive as his neck, if not more. He sucked in a sharp breath, held it, then let it out shakily. 

“Do you need something, dear?~” I moved to an innocent facade, but I knew he saw right through me. I was excited and the way my legs wrapped around his waist and positioned his head at my awaiting entrance was proof of that. He didn't respond yet, and just moved his right arm above me to hold himself up as his left hand moved underneath my lower back to hold me tight. Not too tight to hurt me, but I couldn't hope to get out of his grip. Not that I wanted to.

I could feel his hands squeeze at the damp skin on my thighs closest to my entrance before languidly sliding up to my silky gown. Suddenly, with little to no effort, he grabbed both sides of my clothing and tore it in two along with my panties. The sound of the threads snapping so quickly had my breath catching in my throat. Pulling back from his cheek, his eyebrows were furrowed like he was angry, and he was. Angry at the built up sexual frustration and my teasing. Gradually, he sat up, making me quickly hug onto his neck and press my fully naked body to his chest. It didn't take long for our positions to be switched with me underneath Katakuri, and him huffing above me. His hands were quick to push down his pants more and tug them off of himself fully, but swiftly went back to caging me against the bed. 

“You want to take me whole? Want to make me feel good with your little needy hole? Is that what my pretty little wife wants?” Katakuri hardly ever talked dirty to me. Usually it was just praise and sweet talk as we took it slow, maybe the occasional innuendo. But this was him listening to my wants and his needs obliging. This new side of him had me half scared of the consequences and half begging for the pleasure. The duality wasn’t hard to choose between. He was standing on the wire, and all I had to do was blow him one way or another. This was probably my last chance to turn back.

“I need an answer, love. Tell me to stop.” His now soft voice was begging me to tell him no. He was scared of hurting me still, even though he so clearly wanted to fuck me to his heart’s content. I had convinced a part of him to act on his wants for once. The sweet side of him that I was used to was barely holding back the ravenous animal that was clawing its way to the surface. All I could do was smile and put a hand to his clenched jaw as I raised my lips to his ear.

“Do what you want.~” A silent beat. Two. A deep, almost pained, groan erupted from my husband. Soon, my twitchy insides were being stretched to their limits. His impossibly hard cock was already halfway inside of me, bullying its way to my cervix. The suddenness knocked the breath out of me with a gasping moan falling from my lips. I clenched hard around his member, telling him to continue. My efforts were met with a deeply pleasured moan from the giant man above me. Before now, Katakuri would have told me to stop here to keep me from hurting myself. That worry was nowhere to be seen now as his hips pulled back slowly only to snap forward once again, burying his cock deeper inside of me still. 

“Fuck! Oh my gosh, it's so good! Kata!” My words slurred together as the disarming pleasure rolled through my body like a riptide, sweeping my wits from under me. I never knew sex could feel this wild. My reactions to his movements reassured the part of him still worried about my well being, allowing him to more assuredly continue his pace. A steady rhythm was set, faster than one we’ve had before. His large hand encapsulating my waist moved me back and forth in sync with his hips. I felt like a ragdoll being used for his pleasure. Each deep pound felt like I was being split apart, but I could hardly keep up with every one as my head spun with pleasure. 

Katakuri was in no better state than I was, seemingly drunk on the bliss that fucking me like this brought. His face was buried in the pillow above my head, and I could hear him mumbling to himself. It was hard to pick up every word, but I could tell it was about how good he felt. The satisfaction of hearing him sound so lost in the pleasure only made every snap of his hips feel that much better. I explored his sweaty chest with my hands as my legs clung to his sides. One hand traveled up to his damp, magenta locks, raking their way up and down his scalp. This enticed him to lower his head from the pillow to my face and engage me in a sloppy yet passionate kiss.

I desperately sunk my fingers into his hair, holding him to me as we made out. I craved him, every last part of him I adored and I wanted all of him to be mine. Needy whines and whimpers of mine sounded into our kiss as I departed to talk. 

“Don't stop. Don't stop until you're satisfied. I love you so much, please, feel so good for me. You're so deep in me and I love it!~” The confident attitude I had earlier had dissipated in the face of Katakuri’s raw power, and now I just wanted to please my husband. His whole cock was almost fully sheathed inside of me every time his hips hit my thighs. My insides felt so gooey and stretched out already. I had already cum once, and everything was getting to be too much. We hadn’t gone this long before, and I wasn't used to the power of his full thrusts. 

Katakuri stared down at me, locked onto my blissed out face contorted erotically as I begged for him. That seemed to spur him up again, and I could feel a burst of love and sexual fervor rush from him to me. With renewed energy, he sat up on his knees, taking his member out of me. The emptiness I felt without him made me fuss and shake my hips in dissatisfaction. Without a word, I was flipped over onto my stomach and returned the fullness of my husband’s cock but from behind. His hot tip dragged along all the right places as he slid inside me again. Involuntarily, my eyes rolled back, and a loud groan escaped me. The same hand returned to its spot around my waist to hold me in place as Katakuri restarted his pace in this new position. 

“I have such a beautiful wife. I'm so lucky to have you, I'm sorry I'm so selfish. It just feels so good, you feel so good. Thank you for letting me feel so good with you. I can't stop until I make you feel the best. I love you too, Y/N, I love you.” He continued to repeat snippets of that as he got sloppy with his thrusts. Despite the slower pace, each thrust slammed into my butt like a sledgehammer, bringing out my second orgasm. This one was more intense as tears sprouted to my eyes and my walls spasmed hard around his cock. The overstimulation left me a wreck as I blubbered out, “I'm cumming, cummin’, cumminggg!~” deliriously.

This turn of events knocked the breath of me again, and I was left wheezing as he lay on top of me, pressing me into the bed with his hard chest at my back. Nails gripped the sheets, toes curled, but I couldn't let out a single word. I didn't have to because he began mumbling again, but this time in my ear so I could hear.

That was the last straw for Katakuri as he grunted loudly a few times before quickly pulling out and making a mess of my back with his own cum. Harsh breaths from both of us filled the muggy, sex smelling air of our room. It didn't take long for Katakuri to finish letting everything out, so soon he collapsed beside me on his back. We both took a good amount of time calming down from the heated sex we just had. I was fully satisfied, if not overly so, as I lay there covered in cum and with my orgasm leaking out of me. I could already feel my back hurting from the arch it was forced into by my lover's thrusts and weight, but none of that mattered. 

All that mattered was the dazed look of full satisfaction in Katakuri’s eyes as he came down from his high. He always held himself back when we had sex. This was the last wall he had up in front of me, that deep rooted fear of hurting me keeping him from entirely enjoying himself. I was grateful for the amount of vulnerability I was able to see from my paramount husband on a regular basis, but call me greedy because I wanted every last part of him on display for me. We were two very opposite people when it came to sharing our wants and needs, but as we’ve proved over the past three years, opposites attract.

“Can. . . we do that more?” Asked a meek Katakuri, his deep voice cutting through the silence. My face was buried in the mattress, but I turned it towards him with a lopsided smile. 

“I thought you'd never ask. Though, maybe next time we should use protection so you don't have to pull out.” I winked at him as his already red cheeks darkened. An embarrassed groan escaped him and he quickly got up to head to the bathroom. 

“I'm getting a towel for you and running a bath. Maybe once you're clean you'll stop instigating such dirty actions.” He grumbled, making me pout. I opened my mouth to retort, but he beat me to the punch.

“Don't say that unless you’re ready for the punishment.” 

Damn his future vision. With a huff, I stayed silent and just waited for my towel. For now. As I waited, my gaze drifted over to Katakuri’s nightstand. On it sat that dirty black hat that Strawhat put on his mouth after their battle. My eyes softened at the memento. I'd have to thank Strawhat one day for what he did for Katakuri. 

My antennae turned dusty pink.

And with that, This little unexpected mini series of my favorite mochi man ends.~ This won't be the last of him, but I have other wonderful characters that are calling my name.~ Thank you, dearies, and see you, hopefully, soon.~

Part 1 <- - Part 2 <- - Part 3

💜🖤(Katakuri Head Canons)💜🖤

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare unless prompted)

🖤 = Normal

Okay, soo like I have at least 6 story ideas in my drafts, but they're gonna take forever to finish, and I feel I haven't posted much of anything for the few followers that I have, so here is (for once) a short drabble!~

I see these all the time, and my mind is just stuffed with this mochi man, so I gotta relieve some pressure!~ These are gonna be all over the place with how I think things about him are.~ Enjoy!~

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🍩 I feel that sometimes people display Katakuri as so serious, mister grouchy grr grr all the time, but that's just because we mainly saw him when the Strawhat were literally being terrorists. Like, remember how blushy he got with Brulee after his fight?? (Refer to picture at top) This man is literally a softie inside and out with people he's comfortable with!~

🍩 If the incident with Brulee getting hurt as a child bc of him never happened, he'd be so silly with Daifuku and Oven!~

🍩 Like, he'd still be the most serious one, but they'd basically be like Luffy, Zoro and Sanji, haha!~ (I'm literally feral for fanart of those three doing silly shit together!~ 😭)

🍩 Cue Katakuri and Daifuku fighting 24/7 over stupid shit while Oven laughs on the side, and then Daifuku and Oven bantering like children while Katakuri just disassociates beside them.

🍩 I just imagined Katakuri in that tiny shirt Zoro had on in Water 7 while carrying all his little siblings, HELP-

🍩 This isn't a head canon but the one cover art of Katakuri finding out Luffy's the 5th Emperor and him laughing at it while eating donuts with Brulee and Cracker kills me everyday!~ 🥰 He looks so happy and relaxed with them, and his laugh is "BAHAHAHAHA"!!

🍩That cover art just proves he's the sweetest thing!~ He would TOTALLY fall into Strawhat shenanigans if he meets up with the crew again now that Big Mom is gone!~ Kind of like how Zoro is after the time Skip, reserved but still indulges from time to time.

🍩 On the Big Mom being gone note, he is definitely the new captain of the Big Mom Pirates, which he'd probably rename to the Charlotte Pirates or something to get away from Linlin's shadow.

🍩 I can just see Perospero coming home from Wano, all pissed and aggravated from being punched around like nothing by everybody there, yelling at his siblings to do things.

🍩They all just stare, blank faced, at him before pointing to Katakuri running things saying he's the new captain.

🍩 Peros would be livid, going on about how he's the oldest and how he almost DIED fighting alongside Mama in Wano.

🍩 And all of them are like, "Too bad, so sad, Big Brother Katakuri is better. Skill issue, ig- ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯" And list all the healthy things he's been doing for the islands and family while Peros was gone.

🍩 Katakuri is standing right there, a little flustered at the open compliments, trying to tell them to at least give Peros a chance, but Peros is over it.

🍩 Bro just storms out, claiming he don't want the job no more! Petty af for a few days, grumbling about inefficiencies and punishments for stuff done wrong.

🍩 And Katakuri just shakes his head and says they don't do that anymore because it was hurting someone in the family.

🍩 Eventually, Peros sees all the things he's trying to change not just for the crew, but for how their entire family acts and lives.

🍩 They agree to co-captain just so Katakuri isn't left yet again with everything on his shoulders.

🍩 Katakuri's still busy but his siblings try harder to make him take more breaks, especially Brulee and Cracker.

🍩 It would take a while until he relents, kind of acting like Squidward in that one episode where he keeps coming back to the Krusty Krab thinking SpongeBob is gonna fuck everything up, haha!

🍩 It's not that he doesn't trust his siblings and their capabilities, he's just not used to NOT being needed to hold everything together.

🍩 Once he's relaxed in that aspect, I think he'd slowly come out of his shell and start to go out without his scarf.

🍩 At first it's just in his home, which freaks out his staff into thinking they're gonna die by seeing his full face, and then with some hyping from Brulee, he starts going out without it.

🍩He is absolutely a nervous WRECK walking around feeling so bare without it but the townspeople love him so much and say how handsome he is and how COOL his teeth are that he almost CRIES-

🍩 Like, you can't change my mind on this sappy thought bc remember how the people on Pudding's island were when she went back after the wedding to make the cake?? You can't tell me everyone living in Tottoland doesn't ADORE Katakuri, the man who is always protecting them and kept Big Mom in check the best he could all these years!!

🍩 It's so cute how he tries to pull up a scarf that isn't there when he's trying to hide an emotion, and when he realizes what he did it only makes him flustered! ☺️

🍩 Flampe is disgruntled, maybe even still let down, at this development and tries to trash talk him to her siblings, but for once everyone is like "Shut up, little girl, you're literally slandering your brother who loves you very much, wtf?" And she just shuts down!

🍩 I NEED to believe that Brulee like slapped or punished Flampe somehow when she heard all the things she did and said to Katakuri when he took off his scarf during his fight w/ Luffy! 🙏

🍩 Katakuri isn't mad or anything, just hurt, and tells Flampe that he hopes she can love him again, and finally gives her the pets she wanted but doesn't deserve and that makes her little less bratty

🍩 Katakuri's newfound courage to walk about without his scarf leads to Pudding being less ashamed about her third eye, and MAYBE she starts acting like her normal self with a hint of sadism here and there.

🍩 Secretly, Katakuri fiends for ANY new info on Luffy and his crew, talking about them with Brulee who is the only one willing to listen to his fanboy ass.

🍩 When it's revealed that Big Mom was defeated in Wano, he still thanks Luffy for it even though Kidd and Law are the ones that actually took her down.

🍩 It was a Luffy domino effect, so it counts as a Luffy win, trust 👍

🍩 Obviously, he keeps the black hat that Luffy left on him after his fight, and can't help but laugh every time he sees it sitting on his desk. It's a joy boy affect 🥺

🍩 I know Film Red isn't canon, but I can just imagine the aftermath of that with Brulee now being taken with Sanji like Pudding, and those two just gushing over the Strawhat cook to a disgruntled Katakuri who doesn't like the way they talk about the skirt chasing blonde.

🍩 Mochi man holds some respect for Sanji too since he heard how he refused to poison the cake he helped Pudding make for Mama during her hunger rampage. He saved his sibling's lives and much of their territory from being destroyed.

🍩 Still didn't stop him from rolling his eyes at every squeal over his chivalrous words and actions-

🍩 With Katakuri as the new captain, the Charlotte family actually starts healing and acting like a true family over time.

🍩 Katakuri makes sure that the youngest siblings don't grow up with the same traumas all of them grew up with, reassuring them in their appearances and abilities when he can.

🍩 He's an irredeemable villain to you, but he's my special little princess mochi man 🥰

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That's all of my random thoughts and ideas for Katakuri and his family!~ I see why people do this, it's fun to just type what comes to mind and not have to make sure it's sensible in a story, haha!~ I might do one for him again but him with an S/O.~ Maybe him and a few other of my favorites.~

There's not enough for him, I swear I've read everything everywhere already, so now I must make everything I want myself.~ It's a curse to always like side characters that are shown to have depth but aren't given the screen time to explore it!~

Ugh, anyways, see you next time, dearies, I appreciate any feedback and interaction!~ Mwah mwah!~

This sounds like some dialogue that would be in a Katakuri story idea I have!~ I haven't even started the story yet, but I wanna write out the scene for this, so here's a little sneak peak of a story chapter fanfic to come!~ Thank you for the inspiration, @daily-prompts!~ Enjoy this excerpt, lovelies!~

"I wish you wouldn't do this to yourself."

"Why do you care?"

"It's not healthy."

"Actually, putting my hair up in space poms is both healthy for my ends and it looks cute. I would say you should try it, but I don't think your hair is long enough. More like space sparklers, haha!"

A flash of irritation narrowed Katakuri's eyes as I rambled and fiddled with my hair in the mirror. I had just reformed from my gem again. Stupid pirate got the upper hand in a half hearted sword fight during the last attempted pirate attack. I never was good with swords, I suppose, but at least I got a new outfit out of it.

As always, he had taken my gem back to his room so I would be safe until I came back, but this time he wasn't so happy to see me. He sat at his desk, the scratching of his quill against parchment filling the quiet until his miffed voice cut through my ramblings.

"That's not what I mean and you know it."

"Actually, for once, I don't cause you seem mad just out of the blue. I literally just got back. I haven't had time to do anything to make you mad!"

"What happened during the last fight?"

A look of confusion brought my eyebrows together but kept my focus on my hair.

"Oh, that? It's just a little mishap-"

"Dying isn't a mishap."

My laugh was almost instantaneous at the word "dying", and turned to face his back, a hand on my hip, with my hair done.

"Um, I didn't die. As you can see, I'm back and better than before, baby. You know what happened, or are you getting to that age where you forget things? It's alright to admit it, grandpa."

I was technically older than anyone alive now but age was a social construct for me.

He stayed quiet but his pen stopped. I could see his hand clenching the writing utensil and I expected to hear it snap any moment.

Why was he acting like this was a big deal now? This dramatic reaction is usually below him. It wasn't the first time my corporeal form was diffused. We've been at sea for weeks, and many pirates have tried their luck at taking down a Big Mom ship far from home in that time span. They turned tail and ran, when they could, the minute Katakuri showed himself, but not before they did some damage. I've just been trying to get my fighting groove back.

"You may not die like the rest of us do when a sword is jabbed through your throat-" He stood swiftly, and his towering body closed the distance between us before I could even take a single step back. A gloved hand wrapped around my wrist to keep me in place since I had a habit of flying off to get out of unwanted situations. My breath hitched in my throat at as I was forced to stare into the accusing pink eyes of my captor.

"-but it doesn't make it any easier seeing someone under my supervision vanish into thin air."

Up until now I had avoided being too close to the giant of a commander. He wasn't a threat to me, if anything he was almost like a bodyguard, but he made me feel small. Too small. I didn't feel like wasting the energy to change my size, so I just kept my distance. Although his height wasn't overpowering it was. . . reminiscent enough. A cold, slithering feeling snaked its way through my barely existent body and kissed my very core with icy lips.

Fear.

Prompt 2473

“I wish you wouldn’t do this to yourself.”

“Why do you care?”