#grouchymillennial

[quirkyseastone]

Hello dear! Congrats on your milestone! If you have the time and I'm not too late, could I cast a spell that strengthens love for Bartolomeo? I'm loving every single drabble so far! Hope you're having a wonderful day :)

Hi and thank you so so much! You're not too late at all, and I'm more than happy to write for Barto, especially for this event! He's such a cutie, and I hope I did him some justice here. Thanks so much for the wonderful request, and I hope you have an amazing day as well!

Waking Up Together — Bartolomeo

You tried to roll around in the bed; one large, muscular arm keeping you pinned in place. You turned your head, a flash of lime green catching your sleep heavy eyes. Bartolomeo was snoring loudly, mouth open, laying sprawled out on his stomach with his wild hair poofed out in all directions. You watched him sleep a while longer, smiling as a bit of drool trickled out of the corner of his mouth, the way that his leg drooped off the side of the bed, and the goofy grin on his face as every once and a while he laughed in his sleep. You turned your head the other way, trying to focus on the alarm clock that sat on the nightstand. 1:20 PM, way past when you were supposed to wake up. Cursing to yourself, you tried to shuffle your way out of his grip, straining to lift the dead weight off of your body and slip out of his reach. In all of your struggle, you managed to startle Barto awake, the rooster-headed pirate captain staring at you with wide, confused, sleepy eyes. "Babe? Wharyoudoin'?" He blinked, his speech slurred. "I promised I would help everyone make some meals this morning, and it's already past noon; I better go to make sure they didn't burn everything down or starve to death." He sat there for a second, a thought slowly passing through his mind before he collapsed back into the bed, pulling you even tighter against him. "Barto! I just said—" "If it's already past noon and you were supposed to help this morning, it doesn't matter if you stay with me a bit longer, they can wait." a goofy grin formed on his face, giving you an endearing flash of his fangs. You tried to wiggle your way out for a few minutes, but the more you struggled the more you knew it was hopeless—he was fast asleep again. You sighed, pressing a gentle kiss on the first piece of exposed skin you could reach, and settled yourself in. It was going to be a long day.

Cast a Love Spell!

[silenceofthecookies]

If it's not already taken, I'd love Bartolomeo from One Piece X Female Reader with "Red". If it's taken by the time I ask, maybe "Green" instead. I think he could use more love!

Hi there grouchymillennial! Barto can definitely use more love! I’m a big fan of this dork myself. Red was still available, and it is:

Bartolomeo finding out his girlfriend has passed away 

The call came as a surprise. Your sister called, saying that you had passed away due to a disease. “She has always been weak.” your sister said, “She just never told you so you wouldn’t worry. She really loved you. I’m sorry.”

The first thing that went through Bartolomeo’s mind was denial. You couldn’t have died. You couldn’t have been sick? Right? You were always so happy! But then things started to click. The medicine you took when you thought he wasn’t watching. How fragile you were. It had been right in front of him all this time, and he had never noticed. Or maybe, he never wanted to notice.

Once he had accepted it, there were so many regrets. He should’ve spent more time with you. He should’ve brought you to sea with him. Maybe find you a good doctor. That Trafalgar guy who was with Luffy-senpai was a good one, right? He should’ve at least let you adventure with him. You had told him how much you wanted to. He had told you it was too dangerous, and that you should stay at home. He’d come for you as often as he could.

But his regrets were useless. You were gone. He couldn’t apologise anymore, nor could he make up for what he did, or didn’t, do. It broke his heart. Why did you have to die? You lived in a peaceful little village, your family loved you, he loved you,… you never harmed anyone in your life. And yet you had to do.

The crew tried to comfort Bartolomeo, but he wasn’t accepting their help. As soon as they docked on an island, he left the ship and headed to some secluded area. He screamed, he cried, he punches trees until his hands bled.

Barto will not try to find a new partner anytime soon. He thought you were going to be around forever, and he doesn’t like anyone trying to take your place, even though you’re no longer there.

He will talk with Zambia’s grandmother for hours, listening to her advice on how to deal with loss. It’ll take a long while, and a lot of support from his crew, but he’ll get better eventually.

He always carries a picture of you two together with him though. It never fails to cheer him up, despite knowing that you’re no longer here. It’s also a reminder for himself to live life to the fullest, partially for you as well, and partially because you never know which day will be your last.

No matter how much time passes, he still visits your grave as often as he can, leaving flowers and your favourite snacks. He’ll talk to your tombstone for hours, telling you about his adventures, about his crew, about his worries,… anything that comes to mind. Just like he did when he could still hear your answers.

[mtcolubo]

✍ + Bartolomeo if you're not too busy