Imagine Katakuri getting a crush on you and Big mom arranging a marriage between you two
Big Mom: -takuri... Katakuri!
Katakuri: *snaps out of his day dream* Oh yes, Mama
Big Mom: where were you, you've been distracted during meetings for days.
Katakuri: It's nothing, sorry mama, it won't happen again. I have some paper work to attend to, may I please be excused?
Big Mom: yes.
Daifuku: *soon as Katakuri leaves* I believe he's fallen in love, Mama.
Big Mom: Ehh, with whom?
Perospero: With (y/n), they attended your last tea party with their father, who owns the largest vanilla orchard in the world.
Big Mom: really? Are they single?
Daifuku: I ... I'm not sure, Mama.
Big Mom: I'll look into it then, in the meantime look after your brother, make sure he keeps up with his work.
Perospero and Daifuku: Yes Mama.
Daifuku: *once Big Mom is out of ear shot* Did we just sign Katakuri up to get married.
Persopero: Probably, you know how mama is about securing ingredients for sweets. And unfortunately for our dear brother, vanilla is found in most sweets, from angel food cake to zingers.
Daifuku: but what if (y/n)'s father doesn't agree to join and marry of his only child?
Persopero: If that happens Mama will do a hostile take over, and either marry or give (y/) to Katakuri.
Later at Big Mom's residence
Katakuri: *arrives for a meeting only to find you in the conference room* Oh, what are you doing here?
You: My father has agreed to join your pirate group, and to marry me off into your family.
Katakuri: * sits next to you* ... Do you know who you'll be marrying?
You: not yet, but that's what this meeting is about.
Katakuri: *knows his mother only invites the child she wants to marry off to these meetings but doesn't want to scare you* no mater who you marry, I'll make sure you're taken care of and have everything your heart desires.
You: *gives him a weak smile* Thank you, Kata, you wouldn't believe relieved I am to hear that.
Katakuri: *extends his hand for you to hold* Mama, should be here soon.
You: *takes his hand and squeezes it with trembling hands*
Katakuri: You're shaking.
You: I've... just never not been under my father's protection, and I'm scared.... but I do feel better with you here with me.
Katakuri: *rubs the back of your hand with his thumb* Really? Even though we've only met a handful of times in the part?
Big Mom: *kicks open the door* (y/n)! I'm so glad you could come... Oh, I see you've already met your betrothed.
Katakuri: Me!?
Big Mom: *glared* You like them, don't you?
Katakuri: *blushes* mama! Please let's not embarrass me in front of our guest.
Big Mom: mmmr, very well, since you two are already getting acquainted I'll leave you to it. ... Oh, by the way the wedding is in five days. *Leaves*
Katakuri: Five days until we're married... *flops back into his chair and is lost in thought, coming to grips with the fact that he is to be married.*
You: ... I'm sorry about this I don't know what my father was thinking offering me up like this.
Katakuri: He didn't offer you up, Mama offered me up first. Mainly to gain your father's orchard, but that is beside the point. If there is anything I can do, please let me know. You probably won't be moved into my house until after the wedding, but I can have my sisters look after you.
You: You mean you won't be staying with me?
Katakuri: *takes your hands into his and presses them to his lips through his scarf* No, but only because I need to work double time, so you can have me all to yourself during our honeymoon.
You: ⁄(⁄ ⁄☉⁄-⁄☉⁄ ⁄)⁄
Katakuri: *realizes how that sounded* Not that we have to do anything during our honeymoon that you don't want.... I'm going to go start on my work, I'll have Brûlée come and get you settled into your rooms, in the meantime please wait here.
You: Okay, and for the record, I look forward to... to having you all to myself during our honeymoon, if you catch my drift.
Katakuri: ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ロ⁄•⁄ '⁄)⁄
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Since it's the beginning of October, I'd like to write a poem. Do you have any ideas, sir?
S̷̨̺̠͈̀̈́̇͆ï̶ͅn̸̩̓͌̚͘c̷̲̳̲̫̎͆ẹ̷̡͇́̎̓ ̸̨̨̼̒̚̚w̷̨̰̗̃̌e̵͍̦͔͑̒̑̓ ̶̗̝̼̍̋͂̂a̸͕̥̼̿̀͋ȓ̵̲͈͜è̷̦͇̉͘͜ͅ ̸̗͋͂̕͠ả̶̭̓̈́͠l̸͙̝͔̝̈́͛r̸̠̪̭͐̾͆ȩ̶̔å̷̘̮̹̃́̅d̸͕͙̩̙͆̀̕y̷̡̲̒̃̽ ̵̟͚́̒ȩ̴̿̄̉͝l̸̰̳̏͗e̴̞͍͖͗̋v̶̱͈̾͗͝͝e̷̩̓͝n̶̨̚ ̷̛͚̈́d̷͇̺̮̰̚a̴̺̮̖͒ͅẙ̷̜̼͚̓̀̀s̸̯͖̬̞̀͌̆͐ ̶̰̞̞͗̆͒̀l̵͖̓͠a̵̢̡͗ẗ̵͇̱̙́̊̈̏͜ē̴̪̔ ̸̺͕͔͊̔̋t̷͕͇͕̂͒o̷̡͉̜͗ ̸̞̯̼̍̆t̸͇̔͒h̸̟̓̊̅è̷̗ ̵̼̩̹͌̍̈́b̷͊̃ͅe̶̲͌͜͠͝g̶̞̅̓̈̒i̷̮̩̣͗̏͑͠n̴͚̻̋͠ͅn̷̼͇̙͐̍̎͠i̵̛͎͚̘̯̓̔́n̷͇͇̠̺͂͐͋g̷͎͉̀̈ ̷͔̭̫̈́ò̴͎͑f̴͓̺̊̔̔ ̴̩͎͎̍͠ṱ̵̘͍̐h̴̝͝è̶̥ ̴̡̮̼͛̄̒̕m̴̻̗̞̅̚o̴͙̠͉͆n̷͓̲͊̐̃t̸͕͠ͅh̴̢̟͉̄̉,̷͖̩͋͠ ̴̥̹̪́ḁ̶̮̞̮̆ń̷̝͓͎d̵͇̋̀́ ̴͓̗̻̼͒͘Í̸͉̾͜ ̴̢̞̠̍̐͒ͅa̷̺̪̹͍͆̇m̷̰̰͂͛̇͆ ̴̯̂f̷̳̩̔̽́a̷̭͋s̸̢̙̪̼͆ḧ̷̪͊i̶̝̪̪̓ö̶̪́͆͊͜n̶͓͇̈͊͜a̴̝̥̔̽͂b̶͎̞̞͊̀̚l̷̰̱̈̆y̸̼͆̇̋͝ ̸̫̲̭̥̂l̴̨͍̝̠̀͗͂̍a̴̲͈͖̼̍͂̐̈́t̶̝̯̑̔ê̵̬͕̣̕,̶̨̢̡̥͝ ̴̰̤̪͉̍ä̶͎̮͕̺́͗s̶̹̮̠̽̎̈́̚ ̶̧͍͙͗́͒ͅa̸͕̰̓͒͜l̵̹̎͂̃͘w̵̡̲͈̉̿a̶̢̬͎̔͗͒̐y̸̻͎͕͕̓̋̉s̵͈̓̈́̈́̕,̵͓͇̤̳̽̌̚͘ ̶̧͊P̷̞̭̈́̾ų̵͇͙̎͑p̶̡͔̪̮̽̀͝p̶̺̰̏̅̇͝e̷͉̱̳̐t̶̘͚̦͍̓̀,̶̦̽̊̕ ̷͇̠͆Ḭ̷̪͋̕ ̵͈͉͒̆͗ẽ̸̳̀͐͜͠ͅx̶͍͎̌ṗ̵̲̣̎̌ȇ̵ͅc̶̥͔̀̋͋ͅt̴̛͉̰̻͉͑̉ ̴͓̣̺̽̀̃y̴̢̧͆̽ǫ̷̬̲̣̆̈́u̵̬̺̚’̶̗̦̄͜͜v̷̳̟̩́͐͗̽é̴̬͓̆͝ ̸̨̜̞͐̂͊ẇ̷̩̳̙̓̾̊r̵͇̬͍̉̆̏͝i̶̖̐̈́̀t̵̝̔t̴̟̻̬̯͂̒e̸̦͚͊̔̽̇ṅ̵͍̫̎ ̸̲͙̠̎̃̇̕ḿ̸̖̗̇́̕͜e̷̪̻͝͝ ̷̝̮͉̌̅̆͝ä̸̲̹͈͖̽ ̴̨̰͔̠͋͗̚p̶͎̦̩͐̈̕o̵̡͂̓̕͝ẻ̵̲̼̥͓͆m̸̡̥͍͚̍̇͑͝?̶̮̻̌̿̈́ ̶͓̈́͝
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Imagine Shanks reassuring you after finding out you're insecure
Shanks: Look what I got you! *Holds up a very flashy, bordering on gaudy coat*
You: Oh, thanks it's...wow *hates it*
Shanks: ... You hate it.
You: No *lying poorly*
Shanks: I'm sorry, Love, it made me think of you when I saw it in the store, I'll return it... What do you like though, so I can possibly buy you other things from now on, will ya tell me?
You: *sighs and come clean* It's too much, something like that will draw other people's attention. And I'm not too fond of being in the spotlight.
Shanks: Why though?
You: I just end up feeling self-conscious about myself. And I worry that when other people look at me, they only see the things I don't like about myself, like I'm not at my ideal weight, or that I'm too tall. Or worst they see the parts of my personality and intellect that still need polishing.
Shanks: *urges you to continue*
You: All that stuff that makes me feel like I'm incomplete as a person.
Shanks: Oh honey, you are naturally already a cut diamond compared to most people. Nothing about you needs polishing, my sweet.
You: *Shakes your head and steps away from him* no, I'm nothing like that.
Shanks: *pulls you into a hug and presses your head against his chest* To me, you are. Like take me for example, I'm a pirate emperor, with many murders and bank heists, and plundered ships under my belt. I am loud, a drunkard, immature, I party too much, I'm not well-read, I'm definitely no genius. And I'm literally missing a whole-ass arm, and I'm still a complete person.
You: *moves your whole head to look at his lack of an arm*
Shanks: (-_-;)・・・ Well, in the metaphorical sense at least.
Benn and Yassop: *laughing*
Lucky Roo: that tracks
Shanks: Anyway, my point is, you are an infinitely better than I am. You are smart, pretty, funny, and I learn something new from you every day. You are perfect to me, you even make me want to be a better man. I often wonder what I did to get so lucky to score a treasure like you.
Benn: We all do.
Shanks: why are you all so mean to me? I'm supposed to be the captain.
Benn: 乁[ᓀ˵▾˵ᓂ]ㄏ
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