Written for a prompt from Override7400 over on dA. ( http : / / override7400 . deviantart . com / journal / Having-fun-271847452 )
Christmas Cookies
"Get your rubbery butt over here right now," Sanji roared, tearing out of the galley. "I swear I'll kick you 'till you're nothing but a smear on the deck of this ship, Luffy!"
Usopp slipped quietly out of the galley's other door, a tin of cookies stashed in his overalls. He felt slightly guilty that Luffy was being accused of his crime. Though, really, it was just pay-back for all the times Luffy has tried to pin the meat-pilfering blame on Usopp (not that Sanji had ever believed him).
A moment later, Usopp slipped into Franky's workshop.
"Hey, Longnose-bro," Franky greeted absently, not looking up from whatever he was tinkering with.
Usopp set the tin of cookies on Franky's work desk and leaned forwards.
"Is that your old necklace?" he asked, looking down at the twisted mass of gold metal Franky was poking at with his smaller hands.
"Yeah," Franky answered, lifting his shaved head. The smaller hands retracted back into the big metal mitts. "It got destroyed back when I was on that crazy snowy island. Not super at all."
The cyborg looked down at the hunk of metal for a moment, then asked, "Aren't you supposed to be helping Sanji with the dishes?"
"He gave me the day off. Said something about murdering Luffy."
Usopp pushed the tin of cookies towards Franky, then opened the lid proudly.
"Super!" Franky grabbed a few of the richly decorated Christmas cookies in his huge hands. "I can't remember the last time I had homemade cookies like this. It's so good to be back with the crew."
"It is," Usopp agreed. He itched to lean forwards. The voice, deep and calm and especially heroic, that hadn't bothered him for almost two years, suddenly whispered in the back of his mind.
He only hesitated for a moment before leaning towards Franky and catching the cyborg's lips with his own. He screwed his eyes shut and tried to force his legs not to shake. Behind the tang of metal, Franky's mouth tasted sweet, like cola and Christmas cookies and something else Usopp couldn't quite place.
It tasted perfect.
He didn't pull away, not even when Franky reached out and gripped Usopp's shoulders with his too-big hands.
When they finally parted, Usopp's face was flushed red and his legs still weren't quite steady. But he looked up at Franky's grinning face and smiled.
"Merry Christmas," he said, and didn't mind at all when Franky pulled him closer.