Hello pumpkin! What a great opening this is! May I request “Why did you choose me?” or “Are you.. blushing?” fem!reader saying it with Cavendish please??Thank you so much, lof you!
Sweet Sil!! Pumpkin is here to provide you with one of your 5 a day. Precious Cabbage..I’m never going to stop calling him that sorry Cabbage...
I always forget how tall Cabbage is XD
Eternal Flame
Cavendish - Are you.. Blushing f s/o
Under the cut: rating F..for Fluff.
Lettuce be known I care
Cavendish was a proud and sparkling person and his words could be flamboyantly poetic; and usually aimed at himself. His words were ever much as princely as he was and generally why he governed such attention from everyone. Like moths to a radiant and untouchable flame.
You thought long and hard, you wanted to tell him how much he meant to you in the same honied and glamorous way, like he deserved. Though simply mimicking his way of speaking would be weird. Maybe I should have read more poetry.. You sighed dejectly. You were in quite the pickle. You just couldn’t summon the words that did him justice.
The crew had docked at a seemingly peaceful little island, devoid of the marines so that was less things to worry about. The crew had been sent on their errands, leaving you and your lovely captain a little free time to yourselves for once. Walking in step with him, trying to keep his pace, you linked your arm with his. You felt Cavendish puff up proudly, like he always did when you were so close to him. It always made you blush, it made you feel special. He looked down at you with a grin on his lips and you replied with your own smile. Cavendish slowed his pace so as to not make you chase, he always forgot how much taller he was than you.
“So my sweet how should we spend our time?” he asked, dipping down to kiss the top of your head. You walked a little through the town and you spotted a little cafe just off the main street in the shade of the buildings surrounding it but it had a quaint little outdoor seating area with the fence topped with flowers.
“Oh, this cafe looks like, how about we stop for tea?” you asked, Cavendish hummed and nodded, guiding you to the little cafe. Once you were seated at a little lattice work table and waiting for the waitress to come take your order, you picked up on excited giggling, peering around Cavendish you spotted a little group of women peering out from behind a building. Chuckling you nudged his leg “it seems your fans have arrived.” he peered over his shoulder curiously making the girls duck away quickly.
“Do you mind?” he questioned, looking into your eyes for a response.
“Of course not. Go to your fans.” you laughed, you were used to Cavendish’s popularity, he craved the spotlight and the attention. He pushed away from the table and walked to meet his adoring public, who flocked around him excitedly.
You ordered drinks and a cake while he made pleasantries and it arrived whilst he was still basking in their adoration.
Resting your head on your hand, slurping a wonderfully cold coffee beverage, watching Cavendish promenade around a group of fans who had recognised him from his wanted poster. Ever the charmer.
“The charming pirate prince really lives up to his name,” you laughed, as he finally rejoined you at the table “you’re always stealing people’s hearts.” you added with a playful smile. The dry slurp of the straw echoed loudly around you as you noticed a red hue grace his cheeks. Clearing his throat quickly, Cavendish reached for the teapot and poured the tea into the fine china cup in front of him. Tilting your head curiously as you examined his face intently “Are you okay? You look a little flush.” He looked down at his cup hiding his face with the wide brim of his hat,
“Just warm,” he replied quickly.
Maybe it was my imagination…
He sipped his tea quietly, setting the cup down silently cushioned by his little finger as was the standard in nobelity. Finally looking from under his hat, his beautiful ocean blue eyes landed on the rosewater and raspberry cake sat half eaten on your plate, “would you like some?” you asked, already sectioning some off with the small cake fork. “It’s lovely.” you held the forkful out for your dear pirate, who now looked confused. You hadn’t simply passed him the plate but offered to feed him the cake; personally. He inhaled deeply, leaning across the round lattice work table, opening his mouth as he approached the fork accepting the food offering. He opened his eyes slowly as he withdrew and locked eyes with you, he looked completely startled and pulled back in alarm. Once again hiding under the shade of his hat.
I saw it...he’s so cute.
You saw red slowly rise up from under Cavendish’ shirt and creep up onto his face. “Are you..are you blushing?” you asked, trying to peak under his hat as he turned away quickly, the large feather in his hat fwaping you in the face “Pleh..” you reached across and slipped your fingers under his hand, cradling it as you brought it to your lips “You're not the only one that can be romantic.” you teased, kissing his hand softly. Adding to the red glow taking over his face.
“Red is simply not my colour.” he huffed childishly, trying to take back his hand but you laced your fingers together squeezing his wonderfully soft hand.
“I think it is,” you stated “such a beautiful prince in a sea of red roses. How wonderful.”
“Then you shall be my rose princess.” Cavendish said affirmatively, “that is..if you wish to be.” he mumbled, you could just see that cute pout on his lips. You chuckled and kissed his hand again.
“Should I change my name to Rapunzel?” you joked, you remembered Luffy calling him ‘Cabbage’ Cavendish’s eye twitched at the joke you made.
“Listen you-” he looked affronted by you having even brought that back up.
“I shall be your cabbage princess.” you added, your shoulders shuddering from your silent laughter. Cavendish sighed deeply in defeat.
“If you’re going to insist on taking my name at least take my last name.” Cavendish mumbled, glancing up at you coyly. You felt warmth reach your cheeks. Did he just? That’s unfair! He switched the hold on your hand and pulled your hand to his lips “if you would have me.”
“How could I say no to my darling rose prince.” you smiled gleefully.
“Now whose blushing?” He teased, “so then my princess..perhaps I could have some more cake?” he asked with a tilt of his head. Even now Cavendish managed to be flawlessly romantic, you are going to have to find a new way to keep him on his toes, if you were to see him blush so cutely again.
