Title: Surprises Can Be Found
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: T
Genre: Romance
Pairing: BartolomeoxCavendish
Warning: Some Language. Basically what you would expect from a T rating.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece. Because *insert something funny and original here*
P.S. The only people to have read this are me and spell check. That means there may be grammar errors. If you find any let me know and I will fix it.
Cavendish was pleased to say that not much about Bartolomeo surprised him (at least not anymore). He had come to expect the outburst of LUFFY-SENPAI when the man caught sight of a certain wanted poster. He was not fazed at all by how such a deadly and savage man could change into a giggle school girl at the first mention of Mugi. Only a few weeks into their relationship and Cavendish was pleased to say he had read the book of Bartolomeo, page to page and found it a rather boring read. When it came down to it, Bartolomeo was really a simple man. There was something comforting in knowing the many had no more tricks up his sleeves.
Cavendish stood in the middle of whatever-market, at whatever-port, at whatever-island the two captains had currently docked. He was gaping, not that he could help it, like are goldfish which are not beautiful in the least and the comparison makes him cringe. Bartolomeo has not noticed his companions change in demeanor and continues to chat amicably with the wine merchant across the stall. He was speaking in French and acting as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The words rolled seamlessly across his tongue, no pauses to remember a verb conjugation or gendered verb. For a man with boars' teeth and sausage lips he seemed to have no trouble slipping into the proper accent, which still contained his telltale –dabe. Bartolomeo was still talking and all Cavendish could think was holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit.
Bartolomeo traded some beli for one of the nicer looking bottled, and thanked the merchant with a nod. He turned back to his companion, expecting Cavendish to be tapping impatiently, arms-crossed. He raised the wine bottle to show off his prize, hoping to appease the annoyed man. He was not. The bottle hung dead in the air.
"Oi, Cabbage, what's up?" Bartolomeo's voice cracked nervously, he had never seen his companion look so frozen.
"We are going back to the ship." Cavendish said with a strained voice, grabbing Bartolomeo and marching them back to the docks.
"Hey, Cavendish, what's wrong?!" Bartolomeo tripped over his ankles to keep up with the man.
"You didn't tell me you could speak French!" The green haired man blinked in surprise.
"Uuuhh yeah I learned it a while back. After all SANJI-SENPAI KNOWS IT SO FRENCH IS AMAZING-DABE!" Well at least this was more in line with the idiot puzzle that was Bartolomeo the Cannibal. Cavendish pulled the other man into a crushing kiss, all wet and teeth and tongue. He didn't care they were in the middle of the road, didn't care that their teeth knocked or that he cut his tongue a sharp canine.
"We are going back to the ship. Now."
Cavendish had to admit, Bartolomeo could still surprise him, but nothing was more shocking then the things Bartolomeo made him realize about himself each day. Who would have thought he'd have a language kink? Well, at least Bartolomeo was in for a surprise.
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