[One Piece: Zoro/Sanji] Prompt: Family
Title: Domesticity
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro x Sanji, Usopp, Luffy, Chopper
Prompt: 30-Family
Word Count: 425
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Just a fluffy moment in the galley.
Zoro’s nap on the couch in the galley was nice (warm and peaceful and somehow his dreamless sleep was permeated with the spicy aroma of Sanji’s cooking) but too short.
He woke up to Usopp’s storytelling voice: “You see that sea king Sanji’s cooking? I killed it this morning, using only a hairpin.”
“Really? You did, Usopp?”
“I did, Chopper.”
“Haha, cool! But isn’t that the one I killed with Franky?”
“Ah-no, no, Luffy. This is another one! It came later! You-weren’t there.”
“Eh? Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“There wasn’t any time. I had to act quickly because it was so angry.”
Zoro sat up, yawning, and looked at Sanji. The cook’s back was to him as he prepared dinner, but Zoro could see the man’s shoulders growing increasingly tense as the chatter continued.
“Do you want to know why it was so angry? I’ll tell you. It was angry because of Sanji’s eyebrow.”
“Really? His eyebrow?”
“Yes. You must know that a curled eyebrow can be seen as a declaration of war.”
“Really? It is?”
“It is.”
“Oi, Sanji, did you know that?”
Zoro could hear the quiet string of curses coming from the cook, and he started a mental countdown, waiting for Sanji to snap. Five.
“Ah, well, I may be the only one who knew such a thing. Because, you see, years ago, I was entrusted with many valuable war secrets.”
Four.
“That’s amazing, Usopp!”
Three.
“I know, I know. I will tell you more if you-Luffy, I don’t think you’re supposed to eat that until dinner.”
Two.
“Oh. Really?”
One.
“OUT, OUT, OUT!”
Zoro smirked and watched the trio hurry up the ladder and onto the deck. Sanji slammed the oven door shut, sighed exasperatedly, reached around and untied his apron. Zoro moved aside as Sanji came to sit down on the couch.
“Children,” he grumbled, pulling out a cigarette. “All of them. Just like underfoot children.”
“Well, then,” Zoro said, a little slowly, testing the man’s mood, wary of his aggressive eyebrow, “you should discipline them better, Mom.”
“Excuse me?” Sanji drawled around the cigarette, and Zoro waited for the man’s leg to lash out and- “I spend all day cooking. Let’s make discipline your contribution, Dad.”
Sanji leaned into him and Zoro turned his head and found that even the cook’s hair smelled a little spicy. He felt the same peacefulness he’d had during his nap, and he decided that the next time he slept, he would dream, if only just to revisit this moment.
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro x Sanji, Usopp, Luffy, Chopper
Prompt: 30-Family
Word Count: 425
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Just a fluffy moment in the galley.
Zoro’s nap on the couch in the galley was nice (warm and peaceful and somehow his dreamless sleep was permeated with the spicy aroma of Sanji’s cooking) but too short.
He woke up to Usopp’s storytelling voice: “You see that sea king Sanji’s cooking? I killed it this morning, using only a hairpin.”
“Really? You did, Usopp?”
“I did, Chopper.”
“Haha, cool! But isn’t that the one I killed with Franky?”
“Ah-no, no, Luffy. This is another one! It came later! You-weren’t there.”
“Eh? Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“There wasn’t any time. I had to act quickly because it was so angry.”
Zoro sat up, yawning, and looked at Sanji. The cook’s back was to him as he prepared dinner, but Zoro could see the man’s shoulders growing increasingly tense as the chatter continued.
“Do you want to know why it was so angry? I’ll tell you. It was angry because of Sanji’s eyebrow.”
“Really? His eyebrow?”
“Yes. You must know that a curled eyebrow can be seen as a declaration of war.”
“Really? It is?”
“It is.”
“Oi, Sanji, did you know that?”
Zoro could hear the quiet string of curses coming from the cook, and he started a mental countdown, waiting for Sanji to snap. Five.
“Ah, well, I may be the only one who knew such a thing. Because, you see, years ago, I was entrusted with many valuable war secrets.”
Four.
“That’s amazing, Usopp!”
Three.
“I know, I know. I will tell you more if you-Luffy, I don’t think you’re supposed to eat that until dinner.”
Two.
“Oh. Really?”
One.
“OUT, OUT, OUT!”
Zoro smirked and watched the trio hurry up the ladder and onto the deck. Sanji slammed the oven door shut, sighed exasperatedly, reached around and untied his apron. Zoro moved aside as Sanji came to sit down on the couch.
“Children,” he grumbled, pulling out a cigarette. “All of them. Just like underfoot children.”
“Well, then,” Zoro said, a little slowly, testing the man’s mood, wary of his aggressive eyebrow, “you should discipline them better, Mom.”
“Excuse me?” Sanji drawled around the cigarette, and Zoro waited for the man’s leg to lash out and- “I spend all day cooking. Let’s make discipline your contribution, Dad.”
Sanji leaned into him and Zoro turned his head and found that even the cook’s hair smelled a little spicy. He felt the same peacefulness he’d had during his nap, and he decided that the next time he slept, he would dream, if only just to revisit this moment.