Warnings: AU, language.
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Theme 6 Mad Scientist
He was the perfect creation, the best thing that Sanji had ever created besides his prized beef stew. Luffy was lithe and strong, a combination of dead tissue brought back to life by the wonders of science. He was perfectly proportionate, down to the very cells of his hair.
Sanji pulled his gloves off his hands and stepped back to admire his work. There was only one little thing he had to do and then his monster would come to life.
"Oi, shithead, throw the switch." The blonde barked at his sword-wielding assistant, tossing a glare over his shoulder for emphasis. Zoro flipped him but did what he was told, reaching over the monstrous electrical machine next to him to turn it on.
Light blue sparks popped and sizzled in the air and over Luffy's body, reawakening dead nerves and breathing new life into the once atrophied body.
"This is by far the stupidest thing you've ever done, curly brow." Zoro muttered with a disdain, turning away from the slightly horrifying scene to pick at the dirt under his nails.
Sanji ignored the jibe and focused his gaze on the body spread over the metal surgical table. He threw his hands up in the air and laughed, his lab coat twirling in a circle around him. People had always called him a mad scientist, but he never knew it to be true until now.
Luffy was almost finished now. Just a few more minutes and he'd have his new husband and they –
"What the hell kind of story are you telling, asshole?" Sanji shouted, interrupting Story Time With Usopp violently with a kick to the back of his head. The long-nosed man crashed into the wall, which made the little girl sitting on Luffy's lap giggle. Sanji smiled at her and leaned down to ruffle her honey-colored hair. "You ignore everything your Uncle Usopp tells you, okay? He's nothing but an idiot."
The little girl nodded emphatically and lifted her arms towards him, a universal sign for children that they wanted to be carried. The cook hoisted her up and wrapped his arms around her tiny frame, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
"You didn't make pop-pop, did you?" The little girl frowned, reaching down for Luffy with a little whimper. The raven was up in a second, enveloping both Sanji and her in a tight hug.
"No, I didn't make pop-pop." Sanji assured her.
"Mm, but someone made him for you, right?" she questioned sleepily, tucking her little head under Sanji's chin. He rubbed his hand over her back in soothing circles as Luffy pulled back the blankets on her bed. Together they tucked her in, kissed her good night, and then dragged Usopp from the room.
Luffy grinned when they were finally alone and looped his arms around Sanji's neck.
"So who did make you for me, Mr. Mad Scientist?" he giggled, letting Sanji guide him towards the bed. He fell onto it with a soft oomph with the blonde falling sprawled over him. Sanji tilted his head to the side and regarded the man underneath him for a long moment before snorting.
"Shut up and kiss me, idiot."