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MASTERLIST
ONE PIECE
1. THE LAST ELEMENTAL
All about my Oc
Prologue
2. ONE SHOTS.
Jealousy 1 — Shanks daughter
Jealousy 2 — Shanks daughter
Christmas time — Shanks daughter
Birthday — Portgas D. Ace x reader
MARVEL
ONE SHOTS:
I feel the Euphoria part 1
LOTR
Magic and arrows — Legolas
Katakuri x reader
This fic is just about making Katakuri donuts with Brulee
Katakuri had left Komugi Island to handle so work as one of the three sweet commanders of the big mom pirates which meant I was left all alone in our home now what does one do when their giant sweet husband leaves to do his job? Obviously they enlist his younger sisters help to make him his favorite dessert, which is how I ended up here yelling at a mirror
Hello! I was wondering, did You ever wrote down how your Suguru and Tiny Satoru end up meeting each other?
No, not yet. I've been meaning to though! I have a pretty good idea how it would go. There's this old drawing that was supposed to take place before they properly met.
Time for more request fulfillments! This time I combined two different requests that had similar ideas of OP men comforting the reader after they've had a rough day. This is for @redtailears who asked for Katakuri and a lovely anon who asked for Crocodile, Mihawk, Law, and Smoker! ♡
"...Katakuri praising or comforting reader after a long stressful week of work..." + "...Crocodile, Mihawk, Law and if possible maybe Smoker and what they do to make reader feel home. Like, when our day has gone to hell (Work or just a general terrible day, up to you) these men find ways to make us forget the stress cuz we're home with them, y'know?"
✦♡✦ You Feel Like Home ✦♡✦ ♡ Katakuri, Crocodile, Mihawk, Law, Smoker x Fem!Reader ♡ ♡ Tags: Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reader Is Regular Human Height For Katakuri's, Small Threat Of Violence Towards Others In Crocodile's (Crocodile Being Crocodile), Drinking In Crocodile's & In Mihawk's ♡ Words: 3.2k Total, 600~ Each
Venture
Chapter 9
Got bit by a writing bug xD. Anyway enjoy!
Also tysm to @i-am-beckyu for proofreading! I always forget to say that xD
Chapter 1
Chapter 8
Chapter 10
Word Count: 2,071
Warnings: None. Welcome to fluff town xD
Chapter 10: We can't be seen
Verso and Gustave finally met, but their discussion must unfortunately end sooner than expected.
🪷-anon: Can I please request Law x reader who has Ptsd and he accidentally triggers it or something happens to start it???
A Surgeon’s Apology
Trafalgar Law x fem!reader
cw: brief mention of blood, light hurt/comfort
a/n: hope you enjoy pookie 💛
Law Masterlist • One Piece Masterlist
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You don’t realize it’s happening at first.
One second you’re standing beside Law in the infirmary, watching him clean blood off his hands after surgery, the room quiet except for the hum of the submarine. The next—
The smell hits you.
Iron. Sterile alcohol. Too familiar.
Your chest tightens.
Law is talking—something about post-op recovery—but his voice starts to blur, stretching and warping like it’s underwater. The walls feel closer. The lights too bright. Your fingers curl into the fabric of your sleeves like they’re trying to anchor you to now.
You don’t answer him.
“…Y/N?”
He turns, finally really looking at you, and freezes.
You’re pale. Shaking. Breathing too fast, like your lungs forgot how to slow down.
“Hey,” he says immediately, tone changing, scalpel forgotten on the tray. “What’s wrong?”
The word wrong is enough.
Your vision tunnels. Your heartbeat roars in your ears. You’re not on the Polar Tang anymore—you’re somewhere else, sometime else, and your body reacts before your mind can catch up.
“No—” you whisper, backing away, eyes unfocused. “I can’t—please—”
Law’s stomach drops.
Oh. Oh.
He moves too fast at first, stepping toward you—and you flinch hard, slamming into the counter behind you. The sound makes you gasp, hands flying up defensively.
Law stops dead.
“I—” His voice cracks, just barely. He forces himself to lower his hands, to soften his posture. “I’m not touching you. I swear. You’re safe.”
Safe.
The word feels unreal, but his voice—steady, low, grounding—cuts through the noise just enough to cling to.
“You’re on the Polar Tang,” he continues carefully, like each word matters. “In my infirmary. It’s me, Law. You’re not alone.”
Your breathing stutters. Tears spill without warning, hot and humiliating.
“I didn’t mean to—” he says, guilt flooding his expression. “The blood. The smell. I should’ve noticed.”
You slide down the counter, knees giving out. Law’s heart lurches.
“Can I sit near you?” he asks quietly. “I won’t touch you unless you ask.”
You nod. Just barely.
He sits on the floor a short distance away, back against the cabinet, making himself smaller—less threatening. He keeps his eyes on the ground instead of on you, giving you space.
“Breathe with me,” he murmurs. “In for four. Out for four. I’ll count.”
He does. Steady. Patient. Never rushing.
Slowly—so painfully slowly—the room comes back into focus. The hum of the submarine. The cool floor beneath your palms. Law’s presence, solid and real.
When you finally look at him, his eyes are full of something raw and unguarded.
“I’m sorry,” he says. Not clinical. Not detached. Just… Law. “I would never hurt you. And I hate that I did, even by accident.”
Your voice trembles. “I didn’t tell you… everything.”
“You don’t have to,” he replies immediately. “Not now. Not ever, if you don’t want to.”
After a moment, he adds softly, “But I’ll learn. Whatever your triggers are—I’ll memorize them. Like anatomy. Like law. I won’t forget.”
That makes you laugh weakly through your tears.
He risks it then. “Can I hold your hand?”
This time, when you say yes, he reaches out slowly, giving you time to pull away if you need to. His hand is warm, grounding, steady.
You squeeze back.
And for the first time since the panic started, you feel like you can breathe again.
Chapter 8 of "Minuscule" is here ! Thank you for your patience ! Gustave intends to give the wedding ring back to the Dessendre but mid way, he makes a crucial decision.
Day 4: The Perfect Present
Katakuri x fem!reader (fluff)
Request from: anon
5-day Christmas fluff prompts  
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The Whole Cake Island winter festival was always a spectacle — bright lights, floating sweets, and enough sugar in the air to make anyone dizzy. But Katakuri had avoided most of it, slipping away from the noise and chaos the moment he could.
He wasn’t hiding.
Okay, maybe he was hiding a little.
But only because he was doing something he had never done before.
He was making a gift.
For you.
And Katakuri, undefeated in battle and feared across the seas, had never felt so… unsure.
He stood in the quiet kitchen, arms crossed, staring down at the tray of freshly glazed donuts like they were a battlefield. They were perfect — of course they were — golden, warm, dusted with sugar and filled with the softest mochi cream. His favorite. His comfort. His joy.
And now, somehow, his gift to you.
He exhaled slowly. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered to himself. “It’s just a present.”
But it wasn’t just a present.
It was the only thing he could think of that felt honest.
He’d never bought gifts. Never needed to. Never wanted to. But when he thought of you — your smile, your warmth, the way you treated him like he was more than a monster or a soldier — he wanted to give you something that mattered.
Something that meant something.
Something that was his.
He boxed the donuts carefully, tying the ribbon with hands that could crush mountains but trembled slightly now.
When he finally stepped out of the kitchen, he found you waiting in the hallway, wrapped in a cozy scarf, cheeks pink from the cold.
“There you are,” you said, smiling. “I was starting to think you vanished.”
Katakuri cleared his throat, suddenly very aware of how big he was, how small the box looked in his hands, how warm his face felt beneath his scarf. “I… was preparing something.”
You tilted your head. “For me?”
He hesitated, then nodded once. “Yes.”
He held out the box, stiff and awkward, like he was offering you a treasure he wasn’t sure he deserved to give.
You took it gently. “Can I open it?”
Another nod.
You untied the ribbon, lifted the lid — and your eyes widened.
“Katakuri… you made these?”
He swallowed. “They’re donuts. My favorite. I thought—” He paused, searching for words that didn’t sound foolish. “I thought if I gave you something I love, it would… mean something.”
Your heart melted instantly.
You stepped closer, placing a hand over his. “It does. It means a lot.”
He blinked, surprised. “It does?”
“Of course.” You smiled up at him, soft and warm. “You shared something precious to you. That’s the best kind of gift.”
Katakuri looked away, ears turning pink. “I wasn’t sure what people give on holidays. I’ve never… done this before.”
You squeezed his hand. “You did perfectly.”
He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “Good. I wanted it to be… right.”
You rose on your toes and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek — the one not hidden by his scarf.
His entire body went still.
Then, slowly, he leaned down, resting his forehead against yours, voice low and rough with emotion he rarely let anyone hear.
“I’m glad you like it,” he murmured. “You deserve the best of what I have.”
You smiled, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. “You’re the perfect present, Katakuri.”
He made a quiet, flustered sound — one you’d tease him about later — and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close against his warm chest.
Outside, snowflakes drifted over the island’s candy rooftops. Inside, held in his arms, you felt safe, cherished, and loved.
And Katakuri, for the first time, felt like giving a gift wasn’t scary at all.
Not when it was for you.
Hi if you’re up for it can you write baking fluff for Katakuri with fem!reader please?
baking donuts with Katakuri
X fem!reader • fluff
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The kitchen smelled like warm sugar long before the donuts were even finished. Katakuri had been up since dawn — of course he had — prepping dough with the same precision he used in battle. Except this time, the stakes were much higher.
You were going to help him decorate.
He’d never admit it out loud, but he wanted everything to be perfect for you.
When you padded into the kitchen, still sleepy, you found him hunched over the counter like a giant, intimidating gargoyle… carefully piping pink frosting onto a donut the size of your face.
He froze when he noticed you watching.
“…You’re up,” he murmured, ears turning pink beneath his scarf.
You smiled. “You started without me?”
“I was… testing the consistency.”
Which was Katakuri‑speak for I was nervous and needed something to do with my hands before you got here.
You stepped beside him, nudging his elbow. “Then let me help with the fun part.”
He hesitated — not because he didn’t want you to, but because he was terrified you’d think his decorating was childish. But you reached for a bowl of rainbow sprinkles and held it out to him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Here,” you said. “You sprinkle, I frost.”
His eyes softened. “Very well.”
And just like that, the two of you fell into a rhythm.
You spread frosting in messy swirls — pink, blue, chocolate, vanilla — while Katakuri sprinkled with the precision of a sniper. Not a single sprinkle landed out of place. Meanwhile, you were getting them everywhere: on the counter, on your shirt, in your hair.
He noticed.
“…You’re very enthusiastic,” he said, voice warm with amusement.
You flicked a sprinkle at him. “It’s called creativity.”
He caught it mid‑air with Observation Haki and deadpanned, “Is it.”
You burst out laughing, and something in his chest melted. He loved that sound more than he loved donuts and that was saying something.
When you reached for another donut, your fingers brushed his. He went still, heat blooming across his cheeks. You didn’t pull away. Instead, you laced your fingers with his and guided his massive hand toward the frosting bowl.
“Try it,” you whispered.
Katakuri, the undefeated Sweet Commander, the man feared across the seas… was suddenly shy.
He dipped a fingertip into the frosting, hesitated, then carefully spread it across the donut. It was uneven. A little lumpy. A little crooked.
You gasped dramatically.
“It’s adorable.”
He groaned. “Don’t call it that.”
“But it is,” you insisted, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Just like you.”
His entire face went red.
He cleared his throat, trying to regain composure. “You have frosting on your face.”
“Where?”
He gently cupped your chin with two fingers — so careful, so impossibly gentle for someone his size — and wiped a smear of pink frosting from your cheek. Then, before he could overthink it, he tapped the frosting onto your nose.
You blinked.
He smirked.
“…Katakuri.”
“Yes.”
“You’re dead.”
You lunged for him, and he dodged effortlessly — but he was laughing, actually laughing, the sound low and warm and rare. Eventually he let you catch him, pulling you into his chest as you both dissolved into giggles.
When the donuts were finally done, the counter was a disaster. Sprinkles everywhere. Frosting bowls empty. A few donuts slightly misshapen from your chaos.
Katakuri looked at the mess, then at you, and murmured:
“This was… nice.”
You leaned into him. “We make a good team.”
He rested his forehead against yours, voice soft enough that only you could hear:
“We always will.”
And when he kissed you — slow, sweet, tasting faintly of sugar — you decided donuts might not be the sweetest thing in the room after all.
Christmas/New Year's part!!!🎄🎆☃️
[maybe not the last one]]]]
take care of you (trafalgar law x reader)
summary: Trafalgar Law discovers you’ve been hiding a severe injury from him
a/n: another req from the end of dec last year! back then i still wasn’t very confident with Law’s character but i think i should be good enough with it now :3c
contents: pre-relationship, descriptions of bodily wounds, infection, angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, very soft!Law
wc. 1.5k
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Swept Away Ch. 4
In which feelings are expressed!
As much as Violet was enjoying the nature documentary she and Ian were watching, she couldn’t keep from being distracted by him. From her seat on the arm of the couch, all she had to do was look to her right to be reminded of how absolutely enormous the human was compared to her. Each time she did, she felt a flutter in her chest as her feelings toward him flared up again. It was becoming a constant problem, and one Ian certainly wasn’t helping to solve, intentionally or otherwise.
She jumped slightly when she felt his arm casually settle onto the armrest behind her, her face completely red as she tried to focus on the documentary instead and failed. Despite being so incredibly shy about him, she couldn’t help but want to be closer to him, to feel the muscles in his arm behind her. So, she began to slowly scoot herself backward, trying to keep it subtle until she made contact with his arm. Feeling it shift behind her, she knew without a doubt that she had his attention right then.
She saw him turn his head to look at her from the corner of her eye, yet she didn’t look back at him, she couldn’t. She wouldn’t be able to handle fully seeing the soft smile on his face as he noticed what had happened. The shy, nervous part of her wanted to run and hide from him, but another part of her knew that this was also exactly what she wanted, to have his attention on her. How could she simultaneously want two things that conflicted with each other so much at the same time? Emotions were confusing, and she was increasingly annoyed by it. She folded her legs up, wrapped her arms around her thighs, and buried her face against her knees.
“Everything alright, Vi?”
His voice drew her from her thoughts, and she lifted her face from her knees to see his concerned eyes on her.
Nope, I’m a total wreck.
Of course she wasn’t going to say that.
“Yeah, I’m just tired,” she lied, averting his gaze. She’d seen a hint of doubt in his eyes, but thankfully for her he didn’t press further.
“Well, if you’re tired, maybe you should be somewhere a bit more secure than the armrest. How about you come and lay on my chest with me instead, would you like that?” Ian asked hopefully, himself finally finding the courage to try to figure out where their boundaries were.
Violet felt heat in her cheeks immediately. She’d been sitting on his shoulder, held in his hands and held to his chest many times before since she started staying with him. While this wouldn’t be the first time she’d be laying on his chest, it would be the first time in a situation in which it wasn’t being done out of necessity or comfort. She was being asked if she would like to, just to relax, and part of her wasn’t sure if her little heart could handle being so close to him in this context with the feelings she was actively trying to wrangle. There was no way she was declining his offer, though. Meekly, she nodded her head and heard him chuckle softly in response.
“Alright, come here, Violet.”
She was grateful to already be sitting because she was certain she would have collapsed from weak knees after hearing him address her so tenderly. She felt his arm withdraw moments before his fingers gently wrapped around her, lifting her off of the arm of the couch and bringing her to his chest. He then adjusted his position on the couch to lie down on it, making sure her tiny body was settled on his chest over his heart. Peeking up slowly, she saw his green eyes locked onto her with an expression of warmth and admiration, her tiny heart racing as she tried to settle her nerves.
Ian wasn’t afraid to admit at this point that she looked absolutely adorable resting on the vast expanse of his chest like this, registering only the tiniest amount of weight on top of him. Their size difference was glaringly obvious and accounted for between them as he held the entirety of her tiny body with no effort. He felt her nervously shifting, however, and gave her a gentle nudge before speaking softly.
“Is this too much?”
“No, no, I’m just…” Violet trailed off, not wanting to finish her thought.
“Shy?” Ian asked, finishing it for her.
“Y-Yeah, that,” she mumbled, embarrassment weaving through her. This was ridiculous, not so long ago he’d called her such things as ‘resilient’ and ‘extraordinary,’ yet right now she felt like she was neither as she fell entirely vulnerable on his chest. Frustrated, she buried her face against his shirt.
Ian chuckled again, ever so slightly jostling Violet as she clung to him.
“This doesn’t work if you’re too shy to make yourself comfortable. Think this will help you relax?” he asked, bringing in his hand and carefully resting it over her. Violet gasped softly when she felt it covering her entire body up to her shoulders.
Feeling the weight settling over her immediately made her feel more secure, as did the soft stroking of his thumb down her hair and over her shoulders. She felt less exposed and lessened the intensity of her grip on his shirt, but she still held onto it. As more of the tension in her muscles began to slowly ease, she was able to process more of what was happening around her and take it all in without feeling quite so overwhelmed.
That didn’t mean she was entirely calm about her situation, though. No, her face was still beet red as she paid attention to the details around her. His heartbeat was difficult to ignore from directly atop it, and she didn’t fail to notice that it was beating a tad faster than the other times she’d heard it. His breathing, however, was still smooth and deep, gently lifting her up and down with each breath. Over time, she finally found herself relaxing enough to nestle in and make herself more comfortable.
“There we are, settle yourself in,” he urged softly.
She nodded her head, feeling his voice through his chest as he quietly reassured her. Though she was facing the tv, she’d long since stopped paying any attention to the documentary, her eyes simply looking at it instead of watching as her mind raced. As if it couldn’t get any worse, she felt another nudge for her attention from him.
“If you don’t mind me asking… Why have you been so shy around me lately, hm?”
Violet’s grip on his shirt tightened as she tensed up again. Of course she minded, he asked the one question she was hoping for her life he wouldn’t. She kept quiet, not wanting to say how she felt, but also unwilling to lie even just a little around him again. She felt his thumb smooth down her hair, then heard his voice once more.
“I won’t lie, I think it’s pretty cute, but I do want to make sure you’re not intimidated by me or anything. I’d hate to be making you feel uncomfortable.”
At that, she felt her heart skip a beat at the thought of him feeling like he was causing any problems, motivating her to speak out and allay his worries. She lifted her face from his shirt and shook her head.
“No, no, it’s not that. Well, I mean, it kind of is, but not in a bad way, I just kinda, you, I don’t know…”
Once more, she buried her face into his shirt and hid her blush.
“Violet… are you sure you don’t know?”
Ian’s knowing tone was already warm and gentle in and of itself, but the note of encouragement in the question and how soft his voice was gave her just a smidge of confidence. It was enough at least for her to peek up at him, and she saw his face also alight with a blush, feeling his heart speeding up below her. She looked away after, but didn’t hide her face in his shirt this time.
“I-I don’t know if I can answer that…” she said quietly enough that Ian almost couldn’t hear her.
His thumb reached over to gently tilt her chin up, giving her a soft smile.
“Well, given how red your face is, and how you’ve been acting around me lately… I think I already know the answer,” he said, keeping comfort in his tone. “Come here, sweetheart.”
As if she couldn’t be any more flustered, she felt her heart begin to beat rapidly as he confirmed what she’d hoped to be the case. She felt him brace her down to his chest so he could sit up without her falling, then found herself being gently pulled from his chest and up to his face, held lightly but securely in his fingers.
She saw in his eyes love and adoration as he simply held her in his curled fingers for a moment, his thumb brushing her hair back. He watched her closely as he held her, making sure he knew she wasn’t uncomfortable, that this was indeed the right move. He knew she was still nervous and shy, but in her tiny eyes he saw a glint of hope, and the softest little smile on her face.
When her gaze lowered from his eyes to his lips, he slowly brought her to them. With the lightest touch, he softly pressed them to the top of her head, and Violet felt multiple emotions deep within her all at once. Exhilaration was at the forefront, his size alone making the kiss a more intense experience regardless of how gentle he was. His lips were all she knew, taking up so much of her view as he showed her his affection with the greatest care. Following that was warmth, happiness, love, and many others as they all swirled within and nearly overwhelmed her.
She tried her hardest to keep herself composed, but failed in the end as the borrower instead melted in his hand, her arms draped over his fingers as he gave her everything she wanted at that moment. As he pulled her away, he exhaled with a soft smile as he saw the state she was in.
“You alright?”
She nodded her head, her eyes closed as she lightly clung to one of his fingers in complete bliss. He then brought her back to his lips and kissed her again, but this time she leaned into it and turned her head to give him a tiny kiss in return to his lower lip. An affectionate chuckle left him as he felt her face nuzzling against his lips, his thumb stroking down her hair with a deep sigh.
Pulling her away, he watched her open her eyes, saying nothing and everything as she looked at him pleadingly. Clearly she wanted more, and he was happy to oblige. He adjusted his hold on her before leaning in and kissed with a bit more force, gently pressing her back against his hand as her head and shoulders both fell under his lips this time. Violet was amazed at just how careful he was, firm enough to push her back, but not so strong that he smothered her. Everything about this was perfect.
He pulled her away once more, seeing her breathing a bit more heavily as she sat in his hand right where his lips had pressed her with a grin on her face. She began to giggle, wrapping her arms around a finger and hugging it tight.
“Was that enough for you?” he asked warmly, an amused grin on his face as he saw the pure delight she displayed.
She nodded her head, feeling a wave of relief that she no longer had to hide her feelings, that she could explore them without worry of rejection. Ian lowered her back down to his chest and cradled her to him, sighing deeply as he held her with both hands. She curled inward and relaxed much more quickly this time, now knowing that he felt the same way about her as she did about him.
Ian smiled to himself as he began to stroke his thumb down her side, wanting to do nothing more than simply hold her close to him. Feeling her tiny body tucked away under his hands provided him with reassurance that she was right there with him, and he knew now that it was exactly where she wanted to be. She snuggled herself up to him, much more eagerly soaking in the warmth and attention he gave her as opposed to simply laying there stiffly. She felt the rumble from a contented hum in his chest as Ian enjoyed the moment himself, feeling his chest rise and fell beneath her much more deeply than usual as he sighed.
“Mmm… I thought you’d been looking at me a little more closely than usual lately,” he mumbled, his eyes closed as he enjoyed just feeling her presence.
“Was it really that obvious?” Violet asked with a groan, a hand running down her face in annoyance.
Ian chuckled heartily, his hands bracing her just a bit tighter to avoid jostling her too much.
“You may be much smaller than me, but I could still tell when you were staring. You’re really cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”
Part of her wanted to disappear knowing he’d seen right through her, but she also knew that if it hadn’t been obvious, she may not have been where she was now.
“At least you thought it was cute and not creepy…”
“Adorable, actually. I may or may not have been putting on a bit of a show for you a few times.”
She sighed in exasperation, feeling a soft, amused hum beneath her as he opened his eyes again to admire her.
“Truthfully, I would have said something sooner, but with you being a borrower I wasn’t sure if you’d even consider pursuing someone of my size, since I’m not even supposed to know you exist in the first place.”
“I’m honestly surprised you thought about me like that at all, I thought I wouldn’t be enough for you since I’m so small.”
He used his thumb to lift her chin again, regarding her with sincerity in his eyes.
“You’re enough for me, Violet. If you truly want to give ‘us’ a shot, I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re less significant. You don’t let your size get in the way of anything else you do, so don’t let it start getting in the way now. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
She nodded her head softly and flushed, knowing that this insecurity was something she would have to work on if they were going to go down this road together.
“Your size is part of what draws me to you, actually. You take everything head-on anyway even if it gets challenging. You inspire me to push my own limits, and I wouldn’t change your size for anything.”
Violet smiled as his words gave her confidence, not realizing until then just how much of an impact she’s had on him.
“You’re also really, really cute like this anyway.”
He laughed as he watched her hide her face in his shirt and groan, giving her a gentle, reassuring pat with one of his hands.
“Teasing aside, you are very sweet. You wouldn’t be opposed to me holding you like this more often, would you?”
She lifted her face from his shirt and shook her head.
“No, I like this a lot… I feel safe with you. We both know I can take care of myself, but sometimes it’s nice to know I don’t always have to. It also just feels nice...”
He smiled and began running his thumb down her hair again, feeling her relax under it.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I want to respect your independence of course, but I do like to cuddle quite a bit.”
Violet reached out to place a tiny hand on the pad of one of his fingers, feeling it twitch in response.
“You’re a good cuddler, I don’t think I’ll mind,” she said with a small grin. She felt him give her a gentle squeeze to him, clinging tight to his shirt and nestling in.
Though she lied about it earlier, Violet found herself beginning to stifle yawns and trying to keep her eyes open as the warmth and affection surrounding her threatened to lull her to sleep. She heard an inquisitive hum from Ian, glancing up into his eyes.
“Are you actually tired now?” he asked teasingly.
She nodded her head as she finally gave in and yawned.
“Yeah, you can put me back down if you want.”
She shifted to sit up to allow him to do so until one of his hands gently pressed her back down, the other leaving her sight.
“Or,” he started, retrieving her pillow and blanket from his pocket and offering them to her, “you can take a nap here if you’d like. I’m not going anywhere.”
Though her borrower instincts briefly insisted that she never do what she was about to do, she pushed them back and nodded her head, knowing without a doubt that she could trust him. She took her bedding from his fingers, placing her pillow down and resting her head onto it before tucking herself in under her blanket. After yawning again, she looked up to see his eyes closed, feeling his thumb continue stroking her as she made herself at home. She felt like the luckiest borrower in the world, not only having a safe place to stay, but a human that cared about her deeply.
She knew for certain now that there was no way she was leaving.
Chapter 7 of "Minuscule", my Borrowers/E33 AU ! At the end of another borrowing mission, Jerome brings back a peculiar item that causes discord, reminiscing Gustave of old memories.
Chapter 7 of "Minuscule", my Borrowers/E33 AU ! At the end of another borrowing mission, Jerome brings back a peculiar item that causes discord, reminiscing Gustave of old memories.
Bandaged Eyes, Sharp Tongue
You, a lone pirate who just arrived at Elbaf, crossed paths with Loki while he’s alone, adjusting the bandages over his eyes. He snaps at you for staring—but you point out he wasn’t hiding them well in the first place.
loki x gn!reader | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, size difference, ooc, light angst(you wont even notice it) a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff cringe, and akward word count: 2.6k
masterlist | ko-fi
The first thing you felt upon stepping into Elbaf wasn’t the weight of danger, but the weight of the ground trembling under each distant giant’s step. You had expected chaos and roaring warriors, yet the forest was strangely quiet, with only the wind brushing through towering trees that rose like spears to the sky. Your boots crunched against the moss as you wandered forward, trying not to stare too long at any massive silhouette in the distance. But when another tremor rolled through the earth—much closer this time—your heart thudded in your chest. You turned, squinting upward, only to find a massive figure facing away from you, hunched slightly as if adjusting something around his head.
He hadn’t noticed you yet, which was impressive, considering his presence practically distorted the air around him. As you moved a little closer, you saw his fingers—each the size of a small boulder—tracing over a set of bandages wrapped around his eyes. His long magenta hair shifted with the movement, the twin braids at the front dangling as he tightened the cloth with a frustrated growl. Then he sucked his teeth, tongue poking out slightly as he muttered under his breath, clearly dissatisfied with the results. For someone so massive and terrifying, he looked almost… annoyed in a very mundane way.
You probably should’ve turned around, but curiosity tugged at you until you took one more step, accidentally snapping a branch beneath your boot. The giant froze, the atmosphere thickening instantly as his head angled sharply toward you. Before you could even greet him, his voice boomed through the clearing—harsh, sharp, and dripping with hostility that rolled down your spine like ice water. “Oi. runt! Did no one teach you not to stare?”
Your mouth opened before your brain could stop it. “I wasn’t staring,” you said, then pointed casually. “Can't help it if you're not hiding those bandages well. They're practically waving hello."
The silence that followed was nearly comical—if the giant before you weren’t capable of flattening an island with his bare hands. Loki straightened slowly, towering high enough that you had to crane your neck until it ached just to see his expression. His slit-pupiled eyes were hidden behind the makeshift bandaging, but even without seeing them, you could feel the glare radiating off him.
“You’re brave,” he finally said, voice lowering into something that almost sounded intrigued. “Or stupid.” He leaned forward, his enormous face lowering until his breath brushed your clothes like a warm gust. “You think you can speak to me like that? To Loki? Prince of Elbaf?” The emphasis was so heavy you felt it drop onto your shoulders like an anvil. His horned helmet cast a long shadow over you, making you feel even smaller than you already were.
Still, you held your ground, lifting your chin as if that would help you not look like a pebble before a mountain. “I don’t care what your name is,” you replied. “You’re still bad at bandaging.”
Loki’s jaw dropped slightly, and then—shockingly—he barked out a laugh so abrupt that it shook dust loose from the nearby trees. His gloved fingers twitched at his sides as if debating whether to crush you or applaud you. He finally stepped back, arms crossing over his chest, cape fluttering with the motion. “Tch. You really don’t know fear, do you?” he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward in a strange, begrudging smirk.
Then he tilted his head toward you and added, “Hmph. Fine. Since you’ve already seen me, I might as well tell you my name properly.” He tapped the metal shell over his nose with one finger. “I am Loki, prince of Elbaf. Remember that, little pirate.”
You gave a half-hearted shrug, pretending the reveal wasn’t a big deal even though your brain screamed that you’d just sassed a royal giant. Loki watched you closely, the bandages shifting slightly as his expression hardened again. His shoulders tensed, like he expected you to fall to your knees or at least tremble, but you simply nodded and introduced yourself in return. The moment you said your name, his posture changed, his interest sharpening almost too visibly. It was unsettling—like being studied by a predator who found something faintly amusing about you.
“What kind of pirate walks into Elbaf alone?” Loki asked, stepping closer again, his boots thundering against the soil. “Your kind usually travels in packs. Weak things often do.” There was bitterness there, buried under layers of aggression so old it felt fossilized. His tongue flicked out in a lazy motion as his red-tattooed arms crossed again, muscles shifting beneath the ink. “So? Why are you here? Don’t tell me you got lost. That would be pathetic.”
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his tone, though you suspected he’d be able to sense it anyway. “I came to explore,” you said. “Not that it's any of your business.” Loki’s eyebrow twitched beneath the bandages. “Everything in Elbaf is my business,” he snapped, but there was no heat behind it—only the faintest trace of curiosity, like he didn't want the conversation to end.
You gave a pointed look at his crookedly tied bandages. “Everything except dressing yourself, apparently.” The noise Loki made then was somewhere between a scoff and a choked growl.
Loki’s entire massive frame stiffened, his cape rustling like irritated wings as he inhaled sharply. His fingers curled around his forearm, glove creaking with how tightly he gripped it. You’d clearly hit a nerve, but instead of lashing out, he tilted his head with exaggerated slowness, like he was trying to understand what kind of creature dared speak to him this way. A predator studying a bizarrely bold prey. “You’ve got a sharp tongue,” he said, voice low but steady. “Be careful. I bite back.”
Without missing a beat, you replied, “I’ll take my chances. You don’t look like you bite well with bandages over your eyes.” Loki’s expression became almost comedic in its disbelief.
He leaned down so far that his chin nearly scraped the ground, and you could see the faint outlines of his slit pupils shifting beneath the cloth. His breath blew your hair back as he growled, “Do you want to die today?” But there was something off—something subtly wrong with the threat. His voice wavered, not in weakness, but in confusion. He genuinely didn’t understand you.
Which made sense. A life of isolation, hatred, and constant war probably didn’t prepare him for someone talking to him like a normal person—or worse, like someone who wasn’t afraid. His voice dropped further, barely above a whisper. “...Why aren’t you trembling?”
Your heart skipped at the vulnerability in that question, buried so deep that even he didn’t seem aware he’d let it slip. “Because you don’t scare me,” you said softly. “Not really.”
Loki reeled back like he’d been struck.
He stood upright again, muttering curses under his breath as he tugged the bandages off entirely and held the mess of cloth in his hand. You barely caught a brief glimpse of his strange black sclera before he covered them again, hastily pulling the fabric up. His movements were clumsy—surprisingly so for someone his size—and the wrap immediately slipped again, dangling over one horn like a defeated flag. You couldn’t help it. You snorted.
Loki whipped his head toward you. “…You think this is funny?” You shrugged. “A little. You’re terrible at that.” For the first time, Loki actually looked embarrassed—just a flicker, but real.
He made a frustrated sound and crouched again, the ground shaking beneath him. “If you think you can do better, then fix it,” he snapped, thrusting the bandages toward you like an offering the size of a carpet. “Go on. You mocked it. Now fix it.” Despite his harsh tone, there was something almost shy under it—like a child begrudgingly asking for help.
You climbed onto a fallen log to reach him better and took the bandages, the cloth surprisingly soft in your hands. Loki stilled as you began rewrapping them, his breath unusually steady as his bandages rested across your palms. “Don’t pull too tight,” he muttered after a moment. “I don’t like when—” He cut himself off, jaw tightening instantly. “...Just don’t.”
You softened your movements without commenting. He noticed.
You continued adjusting the final loop of bandage, careful not to press against the horns jutting through his helmet. Loki didn’t move, didn’t breathe too loudly, didn’t even twitch, as if the smallest motion might ruin the moment. His eyes, hidden beneath the cloth, shifted lightly, following the sound of your hands. His cape swayed faintly behind him as a gentle breeze passed, brushing stray strands of magenta hair across your wrist. The warmth radiating from him was strangely comforting, like standing too close to a bonfire—intense but not unwelcome.
“You’re… surprisingly gentle,” Loki said, so quietly you almost missed it. His voice lacked its usual snarl, softening into something closer to weary honesty. “Most people flinch when I get close. Even the warriors here. Even the ones who pretend they don’t.” The corners of his mouth twitched downward, expression twisting with something old and aching. “Guess they learned better.”
You tied the last knot of the bandage and stepped back, examining your work with a small nod. Loki blinked behind the cloth, adjusting his helmet once more as if testing the new fit. “...Huh,” he muttered. “It feels… not awful.” For someone who acted like showing gratitude might kill him, it was practically a heartfelt compliment.
“It won’t slip now,” you said. “You’re good.” Loki sniffed, crossing his arms abruptly. “…Hmph. Of course I am.”
The prince suddenly dropped into a sitting position, the impact sending a flock of birds screaming from the trees. His long legs stretched out before him, boots carving shallow craters in the dirt. He leaned back on his palms, head tilting toward the sky as if exhausted by simply existing. Though he’d tried to return to his usual aloofness, you noticed the faint relaxation in his shoulders—like he’d let go of tension he didn’t know he carried.
“Well?” he said without looking at you. “You fixed my bandages. What else do you want?” His tone was meant to be dismissive, but there was an unmistakable pull to it—a reluctant invitation for more conversation. His long magenta hair draped across his back as he turned his head slightly in your direction. “People don’t approach me for no reason.”
You walked closer, adjusting your bag. “...Maybe I wanted company.” Loki froze mid-breath, his throat bobbing in a visible swallow. “…Company?” he repeated, like the word was foreign.
He let out a short, incredulous laugh. “You’re either bold or stupid.” He paused, then added quietly, “Probably both.” But when he set his hand down beside you, palm open on the earth, it wasn’t a threat—more like a place to sit if you chose to. And you did.
The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable—just unexpected, a stillness that felt like shared space rather than distance. Loki tilted his head back again, and for a moment, he looked less like a tyrant and more like someone weathered by storms no one bothered to shield him from. The bandages you’d tied stayed perfectly in place as he exhaled through his nose, cape rustling lightly behind him. “People don’t talk to me like you do,” he admitted, voice low but steady. “Most just bow. Or run.”
You rested your arms around your knees, gazing up at him. “Maybe they should stop doing that,” you said. “You’re not that scary.” Loki’s tongue peeked out as he snapped his head toward you, scandalized. “Not—?!” He pointed at himself. “I am a giant! A prince! A terror of the battlefield! How am I ‘not that scary’?!” You shrugged. “You’re more dramatic than terrifying.”
He stared at you for a full three seconds before turning away, ears slightly red under his helmet. “…You’re insufferable,” he muttered. But the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.
The wind shifted again, carrying the distant sounds of Elbaf warriors training somewhere deeper in the village. Loki’s posture stiffened slightly, the old hostility creeping back into the shape of his shoulders. His voice dropped when he spoke again, quieter and rougher, like gravel underfoot. “They only stopped whispering because they’re scared," he said. "Not because they believe anything different.”
You sensed the change immediately—the subtle fracture in his mask, the one he clearly didn’t show often. He kept his face angled away, avoiding even the idea of eye contact. “...Doesn’t matter,” he muttered. “Always been that way. Always will.” His gloves tightened around fistfuls of earth, the ground cracking under his grip. “That’s how Elbaf works.”
Your reply came gently. “Maybe it doesn’t have to.” Loki’s breath hitched, just for an instant.
The vulnerability dissipated as quickly as it came, Loki clearing his throat loudly as if physically rejecting the moment. He straightened his back, flexing his tattooed arms as though reminding himself (and you) of his own strength. “Tch. Enough of that,” he snapped, though the edge was softer than before. “You talk too much for someone so tiny.” His tone was meant to be condescending, but there was a hint of fondness attempting—and failing—to hide beneath it.
You shot him a playful glare. “And you sulk too much for someone so tall.” Loki whipped his head toward you again. “I do not sulk!” “You were literally sulking.” His tongue stuck out in a childish yet somehow threatening manner. “Keep talking like that and I’ll step on you.”
“Then you’ll never get your bandages fixed again,” you said simply. Loki froze. “…You fight dirty.”
He slumped back with a defeated sigh, shaking his head. “I don’t know why I’m letting you talk to me like this,” he grumbled. “Because you like it,” you replied without hesitation.
Loki sputtered like you’d thrown boiling water at him.
Eventually, the light began to dim as the Elbaf sun descended, casting long shadows across the forest. Loki noticed before you did, shifting as if suddenly remembering he had a kingdom to terrorize—er, oversee. He stood to full height again, cape billowing dramatically as he towered over you once more. “I should go,” he muttered, scratching his cheek awkwardly. “You… should not wander alone. Elbaf is not kind to small things.”
You smiled softly. “Will I see you again?” He froze mid-step, shoulders stiffening.
After a long pause, he turned his head just enough for his voice to reach you. “If you keep wandering where you shouldn’t,” he said quietly, “you probably will.” His bandaged eyes shifted toward your direction, even if he couldn’t truly see. “…And next time, don’t sneak up on me. I hate when my bandages slip.”
You grinned. “I’ll bring better ones.” Loki sucked his teeth, clearly flustered again.
“Hmph. Do whatever you want,” he muttered before walking away, each step shaking leaves from the trees. But just before he vanished between the trunks, he added—barely audible— “…Thank you. For earlier.”
And then he was gone.
🖤💜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
