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Cavendish at Dokidokon, day 1!

[the-bar-sinister]

Deicide: Red Shift (6392 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 2/?

Summary: A mysterious signal is drawing ships across the Grand Line to a place called Elegia for the first ever concert by the rising star singer, Uta. Following the signal are Cross Guild and fallen emperor Shanks, the Charlotte family, the Donquixote Pirates and the shattered remnants of Law's crew, and Kid's crew, and Cavendish and Bartolomeo.

And the Straw Hats and their captain Luffy, who hasn't seen Uta since they were both little children at their idol Shanks' knee.

Perhaps this meeting was ordained by fate. Perhaps, in the end, there was only ever one tragic outcome possible.

But Luffy has other plans.

catch up here

-

Kidd didn't like being at the mercy of another captain's course— or in this case the mercy of two other captains, which was somehow even worse. Admittedly, even if he'd still had his ship, he probably would also have investigated the mysterious signal.

He wouldn't have been considering attending a pop concert though. He swaggered down the gangplank, shoulder to shoulder with Basil and Killer on either side of him, letting Cavendish, Barto, and the 'wano girls' walk up ahead of them. Kid wasn't sorry, at all, that he'd picked up Kiku, Otama, and Speed as they left the isolated island but he was frustrated and angry that they were now all that was left of his and Killer's crew.

"This isn't exactly my scene," Eustass growled, looking around at the beach where a huge number of merchants and laborers were putting up hasty bodegas and tents.

-

Basil Hawkins was a little out of his element, though it was hardly a surprise. He'd been out of his element ever since his entire crew had been butchered by Kaidou. The briefest semblance of something familiar and customary came with Captain Kid's welcoming of him into his crew, only for that to be rather swiftly dashed.

The turn of the cards came up against them, and they'd gone face to face with a marine battleship and a madman of an admiral. It had not gone in their favor. Kid lost his entire crew save for the misfits he'd taken on in Wano, Basil included, and been set adrift only to be saved by the infamous 'Pirate Prince' and 'Bartolomeo the Cannibal' when they swung by to investigate the ashes.

One dead admiral later, and they had latched onto the mysterious signal circling the whole world. A call to either watch streaming over the illegal 'video transponder snail' signal hijacking, or attend in person the concert of a girl named 'Uta'.

Basil had known of her. His first mate had brought one of her tone dials on board back in Sabaody. Her music was interesting, holding something primal and dark under the candy-coated vocals and her sweet-tempered voice.

But that didn't mean he was exactly comfortable in the crowded masses bustling about setting up their stalls and stands to hawk overpriced garbage his way. 

"This isn't exactly my scene," Kid had said.

"No, I can't imagine it is Captain," he replied with a note of amusement.

Ahead, Otama was running around with wide eyes and an excited grin. The teenage kunoichi had likely never seen anything like this, had she?

She pointed to a stand and looked back at Kid. "They're going to be selling 'tee shirts' here, Captain!" 

Kid glanced over and grunted. "No kidding."

Killer, on the other hand, actually looked interested. "Might be fun to have a souvenir of whatever's gonna go down here. Also— we don't have any spare clothes."

Basil nodded slowly. The man did have a point. All their clothes, everything they owned except for what was on their backs were gone. Expensive or no, it wouldn't go amiss to grab something. The image of Killer in one of the red and white themed concert shirts flashed through his mind– it wasn't distasteful, that much was certain. 

Kid looked at Killer incredulously. "You want a t-shirt?"

"Maybe."

Otama grinned wider. "He's got the right idea! I love the color. Whoever this Uta is, she's got a great sense of color. Oh!" she seemed to get distracted by a stand being set up proclaiming 'Tone Dials for Sale'

Speed chuckled as she walked with her hand on her hip. "Come on, Captain. Killer would look pretty good in onna those shirts… and we are, admittedly, a bit hard up." 

"We are," Kidd agreed, grudgingly. "Concert t-shirts aren't about to ease my own fucking suffering but I'll allow it."

He paused, and touched his chin with his hand, smiling his feral, wicked smile.. "Do you want to wait until they're set up or should we just fucking help ourselves to a box right now?"

Otama was already slowly inching towards the box of tone dials. It seemed he had her answer. Basil chuckled softly under his breath at the sight.

O-Kiku put her hand to her chin, her eyes closed thoughtfully as she drifted along. "We can always support the local merchants later, if we are so possessed. But for the here and now— we're pirates, are we not?"

Basil gestured with his straw arm towards the scattered handful of people in 'event' shirts. Staff, most likely. Locals. "If we manage to stay undetected we may not even be ejected from the venue, Captain." 

Kid raised an eyebrow. "Subterfuge ain't my usual style. But if you've got a thought, give it to me."

-

Barto hadn't seen Cavendish this excited since— no, no he just hadn't seen Cavendish this excited, period. The waifish pirate captain was gleefully prancing through the rows of stalls as they were being set up, talking excitedly about the thrill of live music.

Now, it wasn't like Barto didn't get it. There was a HELL of a thrill with live music. The pounding sound, the movement of the people, the excitement of bein' there for something that'd never happen the same way again. It was a damn heady mix, and he was already feeling lively just thinking about it.

It being Uta only helped more. He'd heard her a few times in his quest to catch up to Straw Hat Luffy, and …well. As a professional fan, he had to say he knew why the whole world was hyped about Uta. He grinned at Cavendish. The real surprise was how excited the prince over there was. "Didn't know you were a big Uta fan, Cavey." 

"Fame has to keep up with fame, Barto!" he declared, watching some men paste up an enormous poster of Uta. "Can you imagine how insane everyone would go if I were seen together with her? We have to make sure the papers see us here."

Barto rubbed the back of his neck with a dubious smile that exposed one of his fangs. "I mean, wouldn't that start a war? You always go on about how if you're seen with a woman the whole world will erupt into war, right?" 

"No, no, dear, it's different because Uta's famous. All the speculation will increase both of our profiles. Unlike some poor random girl who'd simply be, you know, dragged out and beaten to death." He waved his hand dismissively, as if it was obvious.

"...fuckin' shit, the lifestyles of the rich and famous sure are brutal, Cavey." Barto shook his head with a grin before he laughed. "Alright. We'll BOTH get seen with her. I love her music, pal…if it helps boost her profile and yours, I'll engineer a whole-ass photoshoot." 

"Perfect!" Cavendish cooed, draping himself against Barto's side. "It's even juicier if we're both in the shot, really. It gives fans more to talk about. And it'll boost your profile, of course, though I know that doesn't concern you too much."

"Nothing wrong with a little free publicity, huh?" Barto looped his arm over the man's shoulders as he watched the Kid pirates— or rather, Basil, cheating some idiot shopkeeper out of his money with his deck of cards. "Dunno, wasn't exactly my big concern for a while but you're startin' to rub off on me." 

"It's about time you had a positive influence in your life, Barto!" he teased, winding a finger through his hair, and tugging on it teasingly. He followed his gaze and tutted. "What are they doing over there. Oh my goodness, are they getting t-shirts? I want one!"

"I think they're…" He watched as the small-figured ninja girl swiped an entire stack of boxes from behind two of the tents and vanished into the shadow where a taller figure was waiting. "They're robbing them blind. Huh. Good for 'em. You gotta make your own fun, even at something as exciting as the Uta concert, right?" 

Cavendish squealed excitedly. "Oh, let's see if they'll share, shall we? Otherwise we can steal some of our own." 

He grabbed Barto's arm and hauled him towards the excitement.

-

Basil ducked out from the shady inlet behind a row of shops in a new shirt and long coat, the fluttering coat bearing Uta the Idol's personal flag and the face bearing a skeletal pair of hands forming a heart to the backing of neon pink and blue flames bearing the text 'Backlight'.

It wasn't exactly his style, but he had to admit it held a bit of charm to it. The box of now emptied merch sat behind him as he rejoined the crew, watching as Otama played around with the set of tone dials she'd hooked to her stolen belt.

Yes, things had gone according to plan, and It just wasn't the Grand Line Entertainment Commission's lucky day. 

At least in the end only one of them had to be knocked out and left in a heap. 

The rest of the crew had helped empty the box, and now quite a few of them— including Barto and Cavendish– were wearing some greater or lesser amount of Uta merchandise. In the end, even Eustass changed his shirt to one of the more edgy looking logos.

"The coat suits you," he grumbled at him.

Basil turned to him with a slim smile and a thankful incline of his head. "And that shirt doesn't look half bad on you, Kid. Fetching, even."

He watched as Otama ran up to Kiku to show her the tone dial, who was fussing with the collar of her own jacket with an amused edge to her smile. Unsurprisingly to Basil she'd gone with one of the more feminine designs in the box…she was in luck that it was in her size.

"It suits the mood, and suits you well enough for it. I admit, I never expected to wind up at a concert quite like this." 

Kid grunted with something like wry amusement. "Yeah, me neither." He glanced away, and Basil followed his gaze, to Killer.

Killer had grabbed a t-shirt, too. A cute white one with a design of Uta's face on it. 

It was about three sizes too small on him and showed his entire stomach.

That seemed to be what Kid was looking at.

Admittedly it was a pretty captivating view. He watched for a moment himself through lidded eyes before he took a soft breath and continued. "but I think we should make the best of it."

Speed had appeared in some candy-colored dress to punch Killer in the shoulder with a grin, and chatting loud enough for Basil to hear her joke 'imagine that shirt on you when you shift into a boar, man'.

Kid smiled his grim smile, not bothering to tear his eyes away as he answered. "We'll make the best of it. I'm thinking we wait until everyone's busy in the middle of the concert and then make off with the coolest ship in the dock."

"Clever man/" Basil's voice took on a low purr. He put his hand on his chin. "It's no wonder we were rivals once. When Uta's concert hits its peak, we put our future in the hands of causality. A concert like this should bring all the choice we could ask for." 

Kid slipped his arm around Basil's shoulders. "Keep an eye out for one that catches your fancy. We can add the spikes and skulls later if we have to."

Basil laughed under his breath, shoulder to shoulder with the man as he watched the crew…strange and eclectic as they were, laugh and chatter in their new clothes.

"Aye aye captain. We wouldn't want to fall too far off theme after all." 

-

Cavendish tugged on the lapels of his new coat as he stood and modeled it in front of Barto– and the girls from Kid's crew.

"Looking gorgeous, Cavendish," Barto snickered as he watched the man preen like a show cat. It was charming honestly. The guy's self-love was off the charts in a way that seemed to spill out to the people around him.

He fussed with his own coat, black with the word 'Uta' on its shoulder, bare chested and wearing a pair of neon-color striped black pants and chains. The right kind of attire to celebrate the first show of the Grand Line's biggest surprise star.

Speed hung a little behind while Cavendish preened, mostly watching with amusement as Otama whistled and leaned in with a grin. "Wow, Mr. Cavendish, you sure look ready for the concert."

O-Kiku tilted her head to the side as she watched the man in a way that was not unlike he was some kind of mysterious bug under a glass. 

"You're too kind," Cavendish purred, preening even more. He tossed his golden hair and it glittered in the sunlight. "I feel much more in tune with the venue now. Oh— but really we ought to bring all our other clothes back to the ship, don't you think? It would be miserable to lug them around all day. Unless you want to carry them for us, Barto?"

Barto looked up, snapped out of his concentration on the man's hair for a moment to hold his hands up with a grimace. 

"Woah, I mean…I'd be happy to carry 'em but I actually wanna SEE Uta at the concert and not just the entirety of the Kid Pirates' dirty laundry."

He overheard Kiku murmur towards Kid something along the lines of 'is he always like this? He breaks the bounds of human vanity. It's impressive.'

Cavendish didn't seem to hear her— or if he did, he made no sign of it. "That's what I was thinking you'd say, dear. So let's get these things back to the ship so we can go back to touring the venue, shall we? Maybe we'll run into Uta if we can sneak backstage!"

Now that got Barto's attention! "Well what are we wastin' time for, Cavey! Let's fuckin' GO!!" He ran over and started gathering up the discarded clothes and hefted them up in a smooth movement.

"Ladies, captains, gents. Lemme take care of these for ya." 

Soon they'd gathered up all the extra clothes— Barto had more of them, but Cavendish did at least carry a fair share— and had brought them back to the ship. They were on their way back to meet up with the others when something new caught Barto's attention.

A group of children in oversized business-wear and staff shirts were charging through the stalls in an uproar, chasing after a figure that bolted in a long coat that trailed along the ground as they hopped and skipped up onto the top of a tent with a sharp and abrasive laugh.

"Just 'cause you idiots gave me a ride doesn't mean I'm gonna be your chore girl forever!" the figure yelled as she stood. A long and messy tumble of hot-pink hair fell from under her battered teal cap, framing a childish face split in a wide and wicked grin painted with a dollop of lipstick.

She had a bucket of popcorn under one arm, and a large turkey drumstick in the other hand that she tore a chunk from before she grew into the form of a young woman. Her loose fitting clothes clung tight to her larger form as she stood and pointed down with them after swallowing.

"You're in the presence of Jewelry Bonney, twerps! One of the Worst Generation, and a future pirate queen!" 

That brought Cavendish up short, and he paused to stare. "Well! Quite a few well known faces here, would you say!"

"Well I'll be damned," Barto said with a lopsided grin. "Bonney! I thought she …well. After that whole mess I heard about with Blackbeard, I thought she'd dropped out of the race. But here she is, huh?"

He was glad. Bonney was a spitfire, a real nightmare of a pirate who had been taking the Grand Line by storm. A pirate's pirate. And then she'd gone radio silent.

Bonney took another bite of the turkey leg—seemed her ravenous hunger didn't wane since her vanishing— and broke out into a sharp laugh. "So you're all gonna give me all the food, drink, and merch I want and I'm gonna enjoy Miss Uta's concert? Got it? Chase after me and you're gonna be stuck reliving your primary days…or WORSE!" 

Cavendish laughed."Good for her! Guess she's harder to knock around than one might think! Bonney!! Good show!" He jumped up on his tiptoes and waved at her. It seemed like Cavendish had decided this whole concert thing was a party.

Bonney's attention snapped to them, and for a moment she squinted at them as if to try figuring out what to make of them.

And then she smiled from ear to ear. "Lookit who it is! It's Barto and Cavendish! WOW, I thought you guys were gonna stick around Paradise forever!"

She made a move to hop down when one of the youthified vendors began to shake the tent in what Barto was sure was an attempt to send her toppling to the ground. 

Cavendish, ever the noble spirit— raced forward arms outstretched to catch her as she toppled

The fearsome 'Glutton Bonney' let out a squeak as she fell, landing solidly in the arms of Cavendish as the vendors scattered.

One of them stayed though, speaking up with as much of a growl as he could manage with his young and cracking voice.

 "That brat stole hundreds of berries worth of food from me after I was kind enough to give her a ride! So help me, I'm either putting her to work, or sending her to the local authorities!" 

Cavendish's eyes flashed with menace and there was an oddly jolting quality to the motion as he cocked his head to glare hotly at the man. He licked his teeth. "Oh, is that so?"

The man– or boy at the moment, Barto couldn't help but snicker– took a step back with a grimace. "It is! Even a child knows that passage comes with a cost!"

Bonney wriggled in Cavendish's arms for a moment before she reached for her belt. "...lemme down and I'll show this guy kinda future he's got! You'd think some rich fucking merchant could look the other way, but noo, moneybags over here has a stick up his ass!"

Barto cast a barrier between the man and them, both to protect Bonney from his wrath and uh…frankly to prevent a scene. He knew that face on Cavendish. That was a 'bodies were going to hit the floor' kind of expression. 

Cavendish set Bonney down gently, and reached for his own belt. Barto was absolutely right to cast the barrier— he was out for blood.

"A stick up his ass?" he laughed, eyes flashing. "We could cut it out for him."

A feral edge had overtaken Bonney's expression as she grabbed her pistol by her side with a giggle. "We could! I could also give him a little 'near death experience' to shut him up for a long, long time!"

"Hey uh…" Barto wasn't used to being the sane one in any given situation. The sensible one. The one who wasn't going to start a fucking murder spree at his favorite musical artist's big concert…but hey. Life works in mysterious ways.

"Who wants to go get some lemonade and glowsticks with me? Maybe see if we can get a special face to face with Uta? Remember?" 

Cavendish' expression twitched. "That's… true…" He glanced at Bonney, seeming to try to judge her mood.

Bonney's expression of rage very quickly melted into a wide grin at the offer of a sweet drink and the chance to see the musical star personally. It seemed that she rather quickly forgot the merchant as she turned towards them with a clasp of her hands together. "You're gonna pay? Guys, You're the best." The situation was defused—Barto finally let the barrier drop only for Bonney to lurch forward and pat the merchant on the top of the head, sending him another handful of years younger as she cackled and turned towards them. "Mind if I ask for a snack too?" 

Cavendish laughed. "You live up to your reputation, Bonney! Come on, let's get a bit away from all this before we find you something to devour."

Barto was glad he and Cavendish had wound up embroiled in …a situation together, he wasn't sure exactly what to call it. For many reasons, really. One of them, especially as Jewelry Bonney the Glutton rubbed her hands together, was 'thank the damn devils of the sea that Cavendish has deep fuckin' pockets or my boys would go broke tonight'.

Bonney laughed excitedly, clapping him on the back with a grin as she pointed towards the stalls deeper in."You'd better! This whole mess started because I was startin' to get hungry and bored!" 

"Well, we can relate to that," Cavendish teased. His expression had returned to normal for the moment, and he slung his arm around Barto. "Barto gets hungry, and I get bored."

Admittedly, Cavendish getting bored was just as dangerous as Barto going broke.

Barto laughed sharply. "And both those situations don't end well for people," He grinned. "Cavendish getting bored maybe worst of all. Don't let his prettyboy looks fool ya."

Bonney fell into step beside them, her hands behind her head as she looked him over. "I heard stories that he was a real fuckin' maniac. Like…'a deadly storm of blades' in Dressrosa." 

"Oh, you heard about that? Let me tell you all about the coliseum, and the fight afterward!"

There was no stopping Cavendish once he got started. They wandered back toward the rest of the group to the sound of his admittedly melodic voice.

He kept his arm slung around the man the entire time , listening to the story he'd heard a thousand times and seen once —even if the specifics of Cavendish's greatness kept shifting and growing grander and grander with each telling— as Bonney looked on with a curious grin.

This Uta concert was a hell of a meeting of the greats, bigger than Sabaody , bigger than Loguetown—anyone who was anyone from Worst Generation to a beloved Idol were congregation' in on the show of a lifetime.

Things were going to be fucking wild, and Barto was glad to be smack dab in the middle of it with the pirate prince.

[wingsofsong]

Cavendish and The Little Prince

In Chapter 784 "Gear Four" Oda forestalls the reveal of Luffy's new form to emphasize he and Law as the "eye of the storm" to follow Doffy's defeat through the words of Cavendish "The Pirate Prince."

But given the implicitness of that conclusion; the scene more so exists as character building for Cavendish.

Sitting criss-cross amongst the chaos grants him a very understated character moment for Cavendish and the reader to just "be" and soak in the beauty and adventure of Dressrosa; a feeling the anime expertly captures.

Displaying concern and appreciation outside of self from a character who's core gag/drive is self-absorbenent; putting his own place on the seas into perspective.

But there's more too it.

Cavendish's archetype is that of the White Knight/Knight Errant in European lit/mythos; his epithets being a verbalization of that fact.

Dressrosa is One Piece's analogue for Spain-

Cavendish's name is English in etymology and his real world namesake "Thomas Cavendish" the privateer is partly known for his raids of Spanish ships.

He's the former prince of the Borgeoise Kingdom, hailing from Rommel where himself as Hakuba became known as their slicing winds (a Kamitachi; a Yokai in Japanese mythos) alluding to Dr.Jekyl and Mr.Hyde and Jack The Ripper as you may know, both English refrences.

His former kingdoms name shares it's etymology with Mary Geoise in the French word Borgeosie and Cavendish's aesthetics/rapier are very Musketeer/French.

His weapon/attacks are all references to European mythos/lit/plays.

-Durandal a French blade of legend

-Round Table (King Arthur)

-Blue Bird

-Biken: Zan t-Exupéry

-Precious Metal Axe

The tontattas/fairies being another tie to literature and mythos.

Given that pastiche it's notable that Oda chose Cavendish to sit in a childlike manner and note one of the two most fantastical aspects of the arc in the "dwarves" (the other being the toys).

It taps into the feelings fantasy ferments in children and the inspirations behind Oda's writing, in a land where Doflamingo has cast a cruel veneer over the settings beauty.

A recent realization on my part is on the fourth attack listed above "Biken: Zant t-Exupéry" or

"Beautiful Sword: Stardust Prince."

The attack's name coming from French novel "The Little Prince-" and it's author; a childrens novel dealing with space, a loss of imagination in adulthood, love and loss and the human experience more broadly.

The titular character being the lonely, blonde "little prince" of an asteroid where he resides and tends to his love.

A thorny, vain, rose that "The Little Prince" knows not how to love properly until they've lost each other and he learns to see the uniqueness in those he values through their worth to one another vs outside validation/being a lone rose.

Cavendish is first seen with a red rose and his attacks often have rose petals swirling around him.

He's a blonde prince, exiled from his home with his animal companion Farul (The Little Prince tames/makes a companion of a fox on his journey).

From Oda's SBS we know that he also carried roses as a child and in a cover page we see him tending to a garden of roses with Farul, his vivre card lists roses as his favorite food, making it clear that Cavendish and roses is imagery Oda is intentionally/continuously associating him with.

Knowing this all; I propose that Cavendish's character is partly inspired by The Little Prince (the novel/character) in his design, own emotional makeup having aspects of various figures in the book, and the tapping into child-like wonder described above as the Little Prince's narrator is a man at risk of losing that imagination, as multiple adults seen through the stories pages already have.

Also:

-The stars on his pants are similar to the stars on the little princes coat which is also similar to Cavendish's coat

-They both use rapiers

It makes me wonder what Cavendish's childhood was like; if there was any lonliness, whether there's anything to be said abolut the potential of "taming" Hakuba and growing in self-love/past his obsession with uniquness.

Of course there's much more to his character than a single inspriation and differences to see between him and The Little Prince but I'll definitely keep the story in mind going forward.

[multifandomnonsense]

[peterofthedrakes]

if you like my work, please consider commissioning me!

[vergina-spva]

I love Cavendish because he's a shojo character lost in a shonen anime.

[yaoioioay]

[kyyuuuy]

[diablademon]

So does just about anyone let Luffy climb on them like this?

Or does people go “What a small child. I need to have him on my shoulders”

[0ynes]

CAVENDISH WTF

[zell-dincht]

That Worst Generation can only dream of being so fabulous~! 🌹

[swampstew]

Blind Date Event ~ Cavendish X Reader

Thank you to everyone who submitted applications for my Blind Date Matchmaking Event. I hope you enjoy these lovely bedtime stories during this week of overpriced chocolates, flowers and heart shaped things. @sabo-has-my-heart I hope you enjoy your date and it definitely did not have me simping pathetically for the Beautiful Pirate🤫🥺

Mostly fluff, SFW, Cavendish X Female reader, first blind date experience. WC:1.4K. Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only

Cavendish knocked on your door, arriving punctually for your date together. He was dressed in a billowing button down paired with black pants, a rose belt buckle hung neatly where the shirt tucked. He looked handsome, ravishing even; you weren’t 100% sold on the hat though.

He did one of those fancy handshakes where he daintily raises your hand in front of him while he bows his head. Exclaiming how thrilled he was to be your date and that he was taking you to the hottest rooftop bar in the city. He led you to his white, polished Ford Mustang convertible. You noticed a small bumper sticker on the corner of his back bumper: Hell hath no fury like a Shagya Arabian stallion.

“I’ve got to be honest; I don’t know what a Shagya Arabian is.”

Cavendish’s eyes widened before a smile came over his face. His favorite topic. A horse boy through and through.

It was quite cute how passionate he was about the subject. It stemmed from his childhood horse who was now much older and past his prime. You were surprised to know that his deep knowledge of equines didn’t stop there. No, Cavendish loves all animals.

He comes from old money so he decided to start a non-profit rehabilitation center. At first it was to rehab injured equestrians, which expanded to treat donkeys, deer, and eventually his center became overburdened with animals in need that he expanded again. To several different counties and states, all specializing in different animal needs. To say you were impressed!

The ride to the bar was fairly quick and he opened your doors and pulled out the seat for you, always a gentleman. While you waited for your orders to be cooked, you sipped on decorated cocktails as you got to know each other.

You held the matchmaking pamphlet in your hands, “Cavendish what are your three biggest deal breakers?”

He took a sip of his gin and tonic, “I would say intentional cruelty to animals, cheating, and denim on denim wearers.” You giggled at that. “What about your three dealbreakers, _______?”

You swirled your Mai Tai, “controlling tendencies, cruel personalities, and excessive laziness.”  

You shared your meals with each other on appetizer plates; he has a thing about his food mixing together. He listened intently as you shared more about yourself. Things like your hobbies, passion for cooking, favorite book and movie genres, even your bucket list.

“Overall, I like to believe I am laid back. I enjoy a night in as much as I enjoy trying something new,” you took a break to finish your meal, having talked through most of the meal.

“That’s great to know, _____. I’m glad to hear you like trying new things. See, I chose this bar not just because the food reviews were good, but because this bar is partnered with the art studio next door. This week they’ve put on an immersive Van Gogh experience that I thought we could do after dinner. The fun part is, to get to the show you can only enter through the rooftop bar. Look over there,” he pointed to a tall, curtained entrance.

“Past those curtains is a hallway made entirely of glass to get to the art show. I heard its quite exhilarating, being able to see the streets from 20 stories high; the sight allows you the most exquisite view of the city especially during sunset, which is in,” he checked his watch, “about 40 minutes.”

You were stunned. The date was thoroughly planned; you were expecting a nice dinner date at best but Cavendish was really going all out with making it an experience. You smiled at him, sharing your excitement at the plan while you received another round of drinks and the dessert menu.

The dinner date was refreshing. Your first impression of Cavendish was a rich boy who probably put forth 40% of effort to get what he wanted, if money couldn’t buy it for him right away. You were pleased at how thoughtful he was. With how passionate he was about his life’s work and how much of a gentle soul he seemed to be.

Cavendish carefully spooned his ice cream into his mouth, letting the flavor mix with the piece of apple pie he had already taken a bite of. Watching his face turn into one of delighted pleasure from the dessert. It was…so cute you blushed a little. He noticed and he cast his eyes downward, a quiet chuckle escaping him.

“______, I am enjoying my time with you. There is something I would like for you to know and, I would understand if you decided not to move forward with another date after tonight once you hear it. I just…” he looked nervous, “I hope you do not judge me too harshly.”

You nod your head at him, encouraging him to continue.

“I—“, he paused, resentment and shame crossed his features for just a moment. “I suffer from somnambulism, a sleepwalking and night terrors disorder.” His eyes were shadowed now.

“That’s not all…,” his knuckles were white from how hard he was clutching his glass. “I also suffer from Dissociative Identity Disorder, and it is usually triggered during by my night terrors. Sometimes I can get violent during the worst of them. I don’t have as many episodes as I used to. I am in therapeutic treatment for both my conditions and I take medication for the sleep disorder. I just wanted to be upfront with you. I don’t want you to think I was hiding it from you or leading you on in any way,” he finally braved a glance at you.

“Oh,” you let out softly. Never before had you met a person be so honest about his own shortcomings and faults. It was admirable. “I think its brave that you shared that with me, especially during a night where we’re learning about each other to see if we’re compatible.” You smile softly.

“I can promise I won’t judge you for it. Not many people can admit they have issues and even less try to address them. I sincerely appreciate your honesty, though I won’t say right away that I’d like a second date but its not because of your disorders,” you soothe, taking another drink.

“It’s because I’m curious to see how the rest of our night goes,” you raise your glass to him. “I signed up for this event because I wanted to take a chance at finding someone. You did too. So Cavendish, what do you say we go enjoy that exquisite view and continue our date?”

His gorgeous blue orbs widened at your statement, a crooked smile growing on his face.

“Well said, _____. I appreciate your openness and kindness. To the rest of our date then,” he clinked his glass against yours in a toast.

The hallway was both thrilling and anxiety inducing, causing you to hold on to Cavendish as you walked across the glass floor. He fit the gentleman role perfectly, soothing you as he held you. The museum was breathtaking and you lost track of the time as you explored each room. By the time you were looking at the last installation, you nuzzling intimately against his body while he had his arm around your shoulder. You were actively disappointed the night had to end.

Cavendish walked you to your front door, holding your art gallery bag full of prints and goodies he had purchased for you. As you fiddled with the key in your lock, you gave him a bashful look.

“I had a really nice time tonight. I do want that second date, if you enjoyed my company as much as I think you did,” you spoke in a hushed tone.

He was sweet, lifting your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“It would be my honor. Do you want me to surprise you or do you want to plan it together?”

“I think I would like to help plan the next one. Can’t let you be the one who shocks and amazes me all the time,” you flirt. “If you’re free this weekend, would you like to meet up for coffee and discuss it in more depth?”

His smile was radiant, “absolutely. But I’m counting it as a mini date, _____!” His heart started racing when you giggled, nodding in agreement.

You stood on your tip toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I can’t wait.”

[wingsofsong]

Is today the day I finally write a novel on how Bartolomeo and Cavendish are irreplaceable allies and the two best side characters introduced in Post-Timeskip One Piece???

Maybe.

[multifandomnonsense]

[yamiyamiart]

For 2023 we should all draw our favs as Winx!

[benji-doodles]

oh cabbage-kun 🥺