modern au - luffy interrogates his older brother's weird boyfriends
“Hey,” says Luffy says, and given the way his voice is clear, he’s probably leaning backwards over the couch again. “When’s the food gonna be ready?”
“Have some patience,” Ace says, stirring the sauce. “It’s almost done.”
“But I’m hungry!” Luffy complains.
Ace just hums and tunes him out. Luffy is always hungry. “We can’t start without them anyway,” he calls back, and spoons up a bit of the sauce to taste.
It’s off. There’s something not quite right with it, but he can’t figure it out, either. It doesn’t need more salt, the consistency is right…what’s missing?
“When are they getting here?” It breaks his concentration, and he looks up. Luffy’s wandering into the kitchen. That’s a bad sign.
“Any time now,” Ace says immediately, then checks the clock to find out if he lied or not. “Why don’t you go–” he casts around for some way to end that sentence, and thankfully the doorbell rings just then. “–go let them in?”
Luffy bounces out of the kitchen and Ace sighs. Good, that’s out of the way; maybe it’s rosemary? He tastes the sauce again then picks up the container of rosemary and sniffs lightly. No, that’s not right. Pepper? He tastes and sniffs again but that’s not it either–
“Hiya!” comes Luffy’s voice. “Are you a pineapple?”
Ace gasps in horror and the pepper in his hand goes straight up his nose and into his lungs. He lunges for the sink and loses several minutes to coughing fire.
By the time he can breathe again, he’s a mess. Tears and snot got everywhere, he’s all wet from sticking his head under the faucet, and his nice new shirt is a total loss. But there’s also a warm hand on his back, just between the shoulder blades, and it helps.
“You okay?” Sabo asks, and Ace looks up at him through streaming eyes.
“Yeah, fine. Just, y’know, maced myself,” Ace gets out and shit, his voice is raspy.