Prompt: Imagine your OTP building a family of snow people with their kids and dressing the snow people in hand-me-downs.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or the characters, they belong to Eiichiro Oda.


A Father's Influence Isn't Always a Good Thing

It was the first snowstorm since Will started walking, and Nami refused to miss out on the opportunity to bundle the boy up in three layers of clothing and watch him waddle through the seven inches of snow that piled up around their house. Kid grumbled the entire time he helped Mary dress. The girl was a ball of energy, making it difficult enough, but Kid wasn't as excited about the snow as she was.

He didn't like the cold.

The only reason Kid enjoyed the winter was that he could go snowboarding, the only activity he would endure the cold for. He liked the snow only because it was fun to play in, and if he had something to do that kept his body moving and mind off the cold temperatures, he always ended up having a good time.

And when they ventured back inside, he made sure to torment her with his cold hands and feet until he wrapped his frigid body around hers and insisted she help warm him up.

On the other hand, despite her similarities to her father, Mary loved the snow and seemed immune to the cold. Kid had barely finished tying her scarf around her neck before Mary took off for the back door, squealing at the top of her lungs.

"Oi! Brat, wait for me to get my coat on, damn it!" Kid hollered while their daughter struggled with the sliding glass door.

She groaned as she tried to pull the heavy door open, so determined to escape that she nearly fell backwards in her effort. Kid stomped over while slipping his coat on, growling curses under his breath. He unlocked the latch and yanked the door open for her. She took off like a rocket the moment she could squeeze through, and Kid sighed in defeat as she literally dove off the small porch into the snow with a loud scream.

Nami came up behind him, Will perched on her hip, and giggled at her husband's exhausted expression.

"Are you starting to feel bad about all the trouble you caused Killer when you were younger?" she asked, handing over his knit black hat.

He snatched the hat from her and shoved it on his head with a snarled, "Shut it."

She laughed at his temper and pushed him outside. "Just go play with your daughter."

Kid growled, but trudged out after the little girl. Glancing over his shoulder, he called back, "You got a camera?"

"I have my phone," she said as she shut the door and followed after him. "I promised Nojiko I would send her a video."

Mary's reaction to the snow the first time she saw it had been one of Nami's favorite experiences as a mother. She had shown the pictures of Mary hopping and laughing in the snow to everyone she knew. She had no doubt it would be the same with Will.

"I'll take it," Kid offered, gesturing for her to hand over her phone. She slipped it from her coat pocket and tossed it to him. "Set him down," he said as he crouched in the snow, camera at the ready. "Brat! Get over here and play with your brother!" he then hollered over his shoulder.

Mary screamed and raced over as fast as her little legs could take her through the drifts of snow she had wadded through. She held herself up until she got to Kid, and the proceeded to trip into his back. He braced himself with an extended hand, and shot his giggling daughter a half-hearted glare.

While he reached back to drag Mary into a playful headlock, Nami crouched down in the snow next to them. Will's head was turning back and forth, eyes wide at the few snowflakes still fluttering down around them. He looked extremely curious, almost in awe. A flake fell on his nose, and his brows furrowed together as he reached up with a mitten covered hand to touch the cold spot.

Every new experience in Will's life brought out hints of his developing personality. Where Mary was excitable and loud, Will was surprisingly calm. He was endlessly curious, too. Not to say that Mary wasn't; she liked to ask questions and be taught new things, but Will tended to investigate on his own. Granted, he couldn't talk yet, nothing more than babbled gibberish and a few syllables that were sounding more similar to words with each passing day.

In a way, Will reminded her of Kid's better qualities, or at least some of her favorite ones. Kid was loud and brash and easy to anger, but he was also a smart and curious man. He asked questions when he didn't understand something, and after he heard the explanation, he would sit there for a moment, thinking it over, and then make an astute comment taking the information into account, showing that he grasped it. That was with more general concepts, and about things that he didn't care enough to research himself. A quick explanation to fill in the gaps was all he needed in those moments. But with other things, such as mechanics and engineering, he didn't tend to ask questions, he always got in there and did the research himself.

She had actually begun falling for Kid when she found him in his workshop, tinkering away at an engine. He was covered in grease and sweat, his brows were knit in concentration, his lips were set in a hard scowl, and he didn't seem to notice her until she said something. He had spared her a quick glance, a few words in response, and then set his full attention back on his project. He was calmer than she had ever seen him as he tried to figure out what was wrong. He'd growl in frustration from time to time if he wasn't getting an answer, but he pressed on with another approach and soon he had the engine up and running while he wore a proud grin.

That had also been the night she first slept with him after celebrating with a lot of drinks at the bar.

That calm, quiet curiosity is what she was seeing in Will now. He even wore the same concentrated scowl as Nami set him down in the snow to let him awkwardly bend over and pat at the heavy, wet powder on the ground. Kid's attention had left Mary, though he held her tight to his chest, and Nami spied the subtlest smirk on his face as he held her phone up to capture the moment for her.

"Let him go," Kid suggested. "See what he does."

Nami reluctantly slipped her hands from Will's waist and they watched him fall to his knees without her support. She almost went to help him back up, but Kid's hand snapped out to hold her back, his gaze still glued to their son. He nudged Mary forward, silently telling her to help her brother, and Nami let herself relax.

Kid was being curious, too.

"Will," Mary called to her brother, going to stand a few steps to his side, "come here."

The little girl crouched and patted her knees as if calling a dog, but the gesture got Will's attention. He lifted one hand from the thick snow, and then the other, slowly crawling on his belly to his sister. When he was in reach, she grasped his hand and helped him to his feet, laughing when he wobbled and plopped down on his butt the moment she let go.

Nami scooted closer to Kid and pressed her head into his arm, grinning ecstatically. He chuckled and wrapped her up in his free arm before they went back to watching their kids play.

Even as Will sat on the cold ground, he wobbled, but Nami recognized as an excited movement. His head was angled in an attempt to stare at the snow beneath him over the heavy knit scarf she wrapped around him. He reached to pick it up, but the flakes fell apart in his tiny hand.

"Here," Mary said once she realized what he was doing, and scooped up some snow in both hands, patted it together, and held it out to Will. "It's snow," she chirped while Will reached out to touch again, slapping his hand on top of hers. They watched a slow grin form as the flakes fluttered up with each light hit. The grin turned into a shrieking laugh when Mary tossed the snow up in the air. Will's head fell back to watch the dust fall around him, his hands outstretched in an attempt to catch it, and then he fell back entirely with another laugh.

"Ah!" Mary exclaimed, jumping to her feet as Will squirmed on the ground. "Do this, Will," she ordered before extending her arms out. She flapped her arms once she got Will's attention, and grinned. "You'll make an angel in the snow." She kept flapping while Will made his own awkward attempts, appearing confused at his sister's actions. His first snow angel was sloppy, more like a blob, but watching Mary try to teach her brother something new was enough to make Nami cry… much to Kid's annoyance.

"Yer such a baby," he whispered when he caught her whimpering, a hand over her mouth to keep back are happy sobs.

"It's just so cute," she said, burrowing against Kid's chest when his arm tightened around her.

"Yeah," he agreed, shifting to sit down in the snow and pull her into his lap. "I guess it is." Once she was comfortable and facing the kids, he wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. She felt him shiver against her back, and his hold tightened. "Even if it's fucking cold."

"And you call me a baby," she teased.

He turned his head and buried his freezing cold face against her neck. She screamed in surprise and struggled to escape, but he pulled his other arm around her, forgetting the video he was recording in the process, and refused to let her go.

"Warm me up, Nami," he chuckled.

"Later," she hissed, smacking the side of his head. "Stop screwing around. You're going to miss Will playing."

He groaned, but did as she said and lifted his head to see what the kids were up to. Mary had fallen back in the snow beside Will to make her own angel while her brother struggled to roll onto his side and watch. The boy laughed and then crawled through the snow until he reached his sister, and then pulled himself up to sit on her stomach and flail his arms like her. Mary sat up with a playful roar, shouting that she was a snow monster, and wrapped her laughing brother up in a hug.

"I'm gonna eat you!" she declared.

"I don't know how, but you helped me make some pretty cute kids," Nami said, giggling.

Kid growled at the teasing, and smacked a quick kiss to her cheek. "I can be damn cute, and you know it." He gave her another kiss. "But, it's mostly you."

She pushed herself from his hold with a laugh. "You have your moments," she agreed as she went to her children. "Now go back to recording this," she ordered. "Mary! Let's teach Will how to make snowmen."

"Yeah!" Mary shouted, and released Will so she could dash to a cleaner patch of snow to work with.

They spent twenty minutes making a snowman family. Mary insisted on a huge one for the snow-papa, as she dubbed him, and needed Kid's help for it. The two then made a smaller one for Nami that Kid attempted to give very large breasts until Nami kicked him in the back of the knee, making him fall into the snowwoman and destroy it. His next attempt was more reasonable.

While they worked on the parents, Nami showed Will how to make two little children. Her son was more interested in eating the snow than making snow people, but they eventually made two clumpy kids to sit at the base of their parents. Once they were done, Mary decided they needed clothes, and Kid ventured inside to gather a few old things from storage.

He came back with one of her bikini tops held over head, a victorious grin on his face, and Nami sighed in defeat.

Kid and Mary decorated the snowmen while Nami held Will. It was getting cold, and while he didn't seem fazed by the temperatures, she wanted to make sure he stayed warm.

Kid's snowman ended up with some old ski goggles perched on his head and he cut two lines over his left eye for his scars, and an old black vest pinned to the torso with two stick arms. Nami's wore her old bikini top and a plastic tiara that Mary insisted on – Nami's personal favorite. Mary's snow child wore an old robot shirt that was too heavily stained and torn to be passed to Will, and then the littlest snow child was given another one of her old shirts, complete with an awkward looking lion, that was too small for Will to wear.

She took plenty of pictures to torment her friends with once they were done, and then stood back with Kid to appraise their work.

"Almost as good as the real thing," Kid said. "Though you should have let me give her bigger boobs. You're more stacked than that."

"Pervert," she hissed while smacking his shoulder.

His grin told her that he was prepared to say something worse, but his voice was lost by the snowball that hit him in the crotch. He fell to his knees as Mary shrieked with joy, laughing at her father's misery, and Nami couldn't help but cover her mouth to muffle her own laughter. She should feel bad for him, she really should, but she didn't.

"Brat," he growled before another snowball smacked him in the face. "That's it. I'm gonna make you regret the day you were born."

With a large roar, he launched himself at his daughter who took off running, or attempted to. She tripped before she got too far, and was tackled by Kid in a light hold.

"We should help your sister," Nami whispered to Will.

The boy's head tilted toward her, confused for a moment, but then he gurgled a happy smile and waved his arms toward the other two. She took him over to them while Mary flung snow at her father's face. Kid pretended to be hurt, and flopped onto his back to be tackled by Mary.

As Mary bounced on Kid's chest, Nami set Will in the snow by Kid's head and let him crawl over to playfully smack at Kid's face.

"Oi! Don't let them gang up on me!" Kid yelled, his anger belied by the laughter in his voice. His shout was more genuine when Mary managed to get snow inside Kid's jacket. "That's fucking cold!"

"Fuh-" Will said, and Nami's attention snapped to him. "Fuh- Fuh-"

"Oh no," she said, realizing he was only one syllable from echoing his father's favorite word. "Please don't let that be his first word."

"What? He's just saying 'Fuh'." Kid grunted while grabbing Mary and holding her above him.

Will grabbed at his face as he tried to climb onto Kid's shoulder. "Fuh!" he shouted happily. "Fuh! Fuh!"

"See? It's just a fucking sound."

"Fuh!" Will laughed, smacking his hand on Kid's face.

"Fucking hell, stop hitting me," Kid growled, angling his head away.

"Fuh!" Will shouted while Nami pinched the bridge of her nose. He was making it worse.

"He's trying to say fuck, Papa," Mary said as she squirmed above Kid.

"Oi! You're not allowed to say that!" Kid shouted up at her.

"Fuh! Fuh!" Will yelled while Mary laughed.

"Oi, you little shit, stop trying to repeat it!" Kid lectured their son.

"Fuh!" Will shouted.

Nami slumped in defeat. Her son's first word was going to be fuck. She knew it. There was no escaping that inevitability.

With a heavy sigh, she scooped Will off the ground, intent on escaping the terrible influence that was his father.

"Let's go make some hot chocolate, Will," she cooed. "Maybe I can get you to say cocoa inside of that word."

"Fuh!" Will smiled.

"Fuck yeah, I want some hot cocoa," Kid grunted, jumping to his feet with Mary still in his arms. "And I'm tired of being in the fucking cold."

"You can have a bar of soap and sit on the deck for the rest of the night until you stop teaching our children those words," she snapped.

"Aww, come on, Kitten. It's just a word," he whined, trailing after her.

"Papa's in trouble," Mary said, snickering in his arms.

"I am not in trouble!" he shouted.

"You are!" Mary yelled back.

"Am not!"

"Are to!"

"Am not!"

"Are to!"

"Will," Nami sighed, hugging her son as she was followed into the house by the bickering father and daughter, "please grow up to be the sane one of the family. Please."

"Fuh!"

She felt her hopes and sanity dwindle with that one sound. She was doomed.


A/N: Kid's children will all curse like sailors, whether Nami likes it or not.

And the great thing about this prompt is that I have some imagery in my head after watching video of my friend's daughter playing in the snow for the first time. Oh, and Will's about 9 - 10 mos at this stage, for anyone wondering.