Healing scars - Katakuri x Reader [1/?]

In his presence, feeling a sense of safety was a given. Reacting immediately to any sign of danger before it could even happen, you were always heavily protected. His fearsome name of Charlotte had very few foolish enough to challenge him if his exorbitant height hadn’t chased them off beforehand.

Being afforded the luxury of a rather carefree life, few things gnawed at you. All except his stressed caused by others to desperately hide a large part of him.

Few knew about his tight-lipped secret hidden behind thick layers of dark fur. Only close members, his older siblings accepted his true self without a second thought. Caring for their older brother no matter the case, they became his only support.

While they raised no issue about his uncovered face, his own mother furrowed in disgust. Despite carrying him for months and giving him life, she didn’t hold back on her ill words. Urging him on from a young age to cover and hide his given glasgow smile, he began to spiral into a rut of deep hate. Years of tormented mocking, none could blame him.

Internalized hatred, he sought to cover himself from others and especially to himself. Heavy stitching bringing together his slit mouth could only momentarily solve his problem. Although he reassured of no pain in the moment, his faltering voice spoke of another deeply rooted pain.

Despite having no fear for facing the roughest pirates, he dreaded the thought of someone new seeing his uncovered face. You being no exception, his stomach churned to a list of your potential reactions.

When he had realized that the relationship would lead him down the aisle, he had to come clean.

You had seen those stitches peeking out from his heavy scarf before. Never questioning, you had assumed that it was simply from an accident. Not one of strict intention, you felt nothing but sadness to hearing the reasoning behind the scars.

Lightly grazing over the raised skin from the scarring, you took in his full face for the first time. Embarrassing discomfort twisted his expression while you smiled accepting all of him no matter what he my look like.

“E-Excuse me, Smoothie?” You called out for the third time as the statuesque woman had a hard time hearing you from below. Seeking her equally height proficient brother, she should surly know his current location.

“Have you seen Katakuri anywhere or heard from him?” You asked before receiving a single ‘No’ as a response.

You sighed taking your search for him somewhere else. How a man of such a grand size could be lost so easily was beyond your comprehension sometimes.

Though the streets of his governing island, you looked around for any sign of him. A double worrying glance into various shops only stirred up whispers as you continued your anxious search.

Being rarely seen without your protective husband, residents began to pick up on the strangeness of the day.

Worried questions of an unknown war pulling him away began to telephone amongst the worried souls. One innocent detail quickly becoming a serious straining issue.

“O-Oh n-no! Nothing is wrong!” You tried to calm their worries before an unnecessary panic could be caused.

In the middle of the increasing chatter, you paused sensing a heavy presence nearby. Turning back, his missing figure finally stepped forward trekking up to your figure waiting to see him.

As silence over took the noise amongst the group, his clinking spurs rang with each one of his heavy steps.

Taking a breath of relief, you had no time to question as he abruptly scooping you up without a word.

“W-Wait! What are you doing?!” You huffed from being picked up as he knew your distaste for it. Protesting to not wishing to be treated like a child, he knew better.

“I can – Katakuri?” You looked up, catching a close look of his sunken pale expression putting a quick pause to your protest. Only in urgent situations did he disregard your pleas.

“W-What’s wrong?” You questioned after a silent agonizing few minutes to return home.

Gently setting you down, he spoke his first words, “Pack your things, we’re leaving soon.” He quickly demanded as he walked away preparing for his part seeking a quick leave.

“Pack?” You stood muttering his words in a soft whisper as he walked away. Continuing to watch his long strides leave, you finally ran after him.

“W-Wait! What do you mean?!” You called a loud hoping that your soft voice would reach him high above. Your consistent questions went unanswered as you tried to keep up with his feverish steps. Pulling upon his darkened jeans as he wasn’t answering, nothing slowing his pointed steps as his mind was made up.

Shutting the door once more upon your shared room, your fists clenched as he continued his irritating silence on such an important issue.

“I’m not going to do anything until you tell me what’s going on!” You tried to voice your concern once more finally getting him to stop his feverish front. Watching him rattle around your words, you could only deeply gulp as his silence became worrisome.

“P-Please? What’s going on?” Your strong hold broke simply wishing for an answer.

“[Name].” As he took his first calm breath, he approached. Crouching down coming eye level with you, he didn’t wish to spook further.

“Y-Yes?” You froze in place, fearing not him but what he feared.

Pulling a bit of his large scarf down to expose his mouth, he placed a gentle peck upon your forehead. “Trust me,” he could only offer as he extended his hand outwards hoping that you’d accept without a further fight. A silence he must keep for a bit longer although he didn’t wish to.

You looked up, searching through his softened magenta eyes for the reason for his behavior. Any sign, yet to no avail forcing you to hold your tongue from the continued vague calls.

Purpose unknown, you could only believe that he had he best for you both in mind. Accepting with a nod, your faith was fully placed into his hands, “I trust you.”