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dethoratsRequest: Usopp and Zoro have a baby together please!
Rating: G
Pairing: Usopp/Zoro
Word Count: 944
Note: Mpreg mentions, a baby
How the whole mess had even managed to be possible was far too complicated for Chopper to adequately explain. Suffice it to say, there would be no more eating of hippocampus seeds on board the Thousand Sunny in the foreseeable future. Zoro had taken it rather better than Usopp had, really only becoming frustrated when the cook teased him about being on the bottom in the relationship and when Chopper had finally had to order him to stop training. That had been two months ago and boredom had been Zoro’s biggest problem while Usopp had done nothing but fret, complain, feel guilty, and go back to worrying again.
How in the world, disregarding the fact that two men shouldn’t have been able to conceive a child in the first place, were they supposed to raise a baby on a pirate ship, and a notorious one at that? It was insane! There were so many ‘hows’ that had to be answered that the issue of possibility was, at that point, no longer even in the picture. The smartest thing, the most moral thing, seemed to be adoption. But, having been to a certain extent abandoned by his own father, the idea made Usopp’s heart ache and Zoro had actually growled at him the one time he’d found the nerve to bring it up. The rest of the crew had been sympathetic, excited even in many cases, and they would be a ready supply of aunts and uncles to any child, helping hands eager and willing and probably even in Luffy’s case able. But the ultimate responsibility for the life of a child lay with its parents – at least to Usopp’s way of thinking – and he just didn’t feel adequate for the task.
How could he, at seventeen and barely able to take care of himself – at least in terms of survival on the Grand Line, be a father? But the point was moot, now, because Chopper and Robin were in the mens’ cabin with Zoro and there was a lot of talk of towels and hot water and Usopp REALLY wished surgery didn’t make him nauseas because he felt kind of like a heel for not being in there holding Zoro’s hand and making pointless remarks about unnecessary breathing techniques. Luffy was a big help though, for once, smiling at him in that confidently reassuring way that made the world seem like it wasn’t quite so impossible to conquer after all. And Sanji had probably laced his tea with something because his thoughts had gone still, focused only on the closed door and praying that Zoro and their progeny got through this atypical birth without any ill effects.
And how could one slender pale arm and an upraised thumb say so much, fill him with such elation? Robin’s disembodied limb appeared on the outside of the door and then she herself opened it moments later. “Go on,” she’d urged, mellow voice rich with an emotion Usopp couldn’t name and he’d been pleased to note, in an abstract distant way, that his knees were steady as he passed her and entered the room. Zoro met him with a wide grin, an expression that said clearly that Usopp must have had a strange expression on his face. Chopper looked up briefly and smiled too, before turning back to finishing the job of stitching Zoro’s abdomen back together. The incision was horizontal and long, but fairly narrow and in two months, Zoro’s exercise regimen and fairly reckless lifestyle would probably turn it into just another in his collections of scars. Usopp knew, though, that it would be another smooth stretch of skin that his fingers would restlessly seek in the dark.
“Hey there, Mom.” Zoro’s voice was strong, just a bit muzzy from whatever Chopper had made him take for the pain and to fight off any infection. He rolled his head on the pillow and Usopp’s gaze trailed down Zoro’s face to the much smaller, redder one that was nestled on a tan shoulder.
“Go on, pick her up.”
“It’s a girl?” Usopp carefully reached for the tiny infant, cradling her gently and just staring down into her wrinkled baby face. She had a dusting of green curls and eyes that indeterminate shade most babies are born with and she clamped on to his finger with five perfect little fingers of her own and for that moment Usopp didn’t care about all of his ‘hows.’ This was his daughter and she was beautiful.
“All six and a half pounds of her.” Zoro was definitely on something but he sounded proud too. “Has your nose.”
“But your hair. And I thought we decided that YOU had to be called MOM. This whole seahorse/hippocampus/normal place babies come from will just be too confusing otherwise.”
His little girl screwed up her face and let out a noise that seemed far too loud for her tiny body. Usopp winced but knew the first words out of his mouth to Luffy were going to be how his child had a voice of an opera singer, ready-made to shatter glass. Besides, she’d only just been born and this was a novelty, precious in the way that a week’s time would soon erase. “See?” he nodded smugly at Zoro. “Someone agrees with me.”
“Fine.” Zoro rolled his eyes and smiled. “Then bring her over here, Dad, so we can figure out what to call her.”
And Usopp grinned and beamed down at his daughter, whispering just loud enough for her, Zoro, and Chopper’s sensitive ears as he left them alone to hear, “Daddy loves you and is glad you’re finally here.
Rating: G
Pairing: Usopp/Zoro
Word Count: 944
Note: Mpreg mentions, a baby
How the whole mess had even managed to be possible was far too complicated for Chopper to adequately explain. Suffice it to say, there would be no more eating of hippocampus seeds on board the Thousand Sunny in the foreseeable future. Zoro had taken it rather better than Usopp had, really only becoming frustrated when the cook teased him about being on the bottom in the relationship and when Chopper had finally had to order him to stop training. That had been two months ago and boredom had been Zoro’s biggest problem while Usopp had done nothing but fret, complain, feel guilty, and go back to worrying again.
How in the world, disregarding the fact that two men shouldn’t have been able to conceive a child in the first place, were they supposed to raise a baby on a pirate ship, and a notorious one at that? It was insane! There were so many ‘hows’ that had to be answered that the issue of possibility was, at that point, no longer even in the picture. The smartest thing, the most moral thing, seemed to be adoption. But, having been to a certain extent abandoned by his own father, the idea made Usopp’s heart ache and Zoro had actually growled at him the one time he’d found the nerve to bring it up. The rest of the crew had been sympathetic, excited even in many cases, and they would be a ready supply of aunts and uncles to any child, helping hands eager and willing and probably even in Luffy’s case able. But the ultimate responsibility for the life of a child lay with its parents – at least to Usopp’s way of thinking – and he just didn’t feel adequate for the task.
How could he, at seventeen and barely able to take care of himself – at least in terms of survival on the Grand Line, be a father? But the point was moot, now, because Chopper and Robin were in the mens’ cabin with Zoro and there was a lot of talk of towels and hot water and Usopp REALLY wished surgery didn’t make him nauseas because he felt kind of like a heel for not being in there holding Zoro’s hand and making pointless remarks about unnecessary breathing techniques. Luffy was a big help though, for once, smiling at him in that confidently reassuring way that made the world seem like it wasn’t quite so impossible to conquer after all. And Sanji had probably laced his tea with something because his thoughts had gone still, focused only on the closed door and praying that Zoro and their progeny got through this atypical birth without any ill effects.
And how could one slender pale arm and an upraised thumb say so much, fill him with such elation? Robin’s disembodied limb appeared on the outside of the door and then she herself opened it moments later. “Go on,” she’d urged, mellow voice rich with an emotion Usopp couldn’t name and he’d been pleased to note, in an abstract distant way, that his knees were steady as he passed her and entered the room. Zoro met him with a wide grin, an expression that said clearly that Usopp must have had a strange expression on his face. Chopper looked up briefly and smiled too, before turning back to finishing the job of stitching Zoro’s abdomen back together. The incision was horizontal and long, but fairly narrow and in two months, Zoro’s exercise regimen and fairly reckless lifestyle would probably turn it into just another in his collections of scars. Usopp knew, though, that it would be another smooth stretch of skin that his fingers would restlessly seek in the dark.
“Hey there, Mom.” Zoro’s voice was strong, just a bit muzzy from whatever Chopper had made him take for the pain and to fight off any infection. He rolled his head on the pillow and Usopp’s gaze trailed down Zoro’s face to the much smaller, redder one that was nestled on a tan shoulder.
“Go on, pick her up.”
“It’s a girl?” Usopp carefully reached for the tiny infant, cradling her gently and just staring down into her wrinkled baby face. She had a dusting of green curls and eyes that indeterminate shade most babies are born with and she clamped on to his finger with five perfect little fingers of her own and for that moment Usopp didn’t care about all of his ‘hows.’ This was his daughter and she was beautiful.
“All six and a half pounds of her.” Zoro was definitely on something but he sounded proud too. “Has your nose.”
“But your hair. And I thought we decided that YOU had to be called MOM. This whole seahorse/hippocampus/normal place babies come from will just be too confusing otherwise.”
His little girl screwed up her face and let out a noise that seemed far too loud for her tiny body. Usopp winced but knew the first words out of his mouth to Luffy were going to be how his child had a voice of an opera singer, ready-made to shatter glass. Besides, she’d only just been born and this was a novelty, precious in the way that a week’s time would soon erase. “See?” he nodded smugly at Zoro. “Someone agrees with me.”
“Fine.” Zoro rolled his eyes and smiled. “Then bring her over here, Dad, so we can figure out what to call her.”
And Usopp grinned and beamed down at his daughter, whispering just loud enough for her, Zoro, and Chopper’s sensitive ears as he left them alone to hear, “Daddy loves you and is glad you’re finally here.
