Ducktales One Shots and Drabbles

Cooking Date ( Panchito x Esmeralda )

Panchito and Esmeralda dragged their weary bodies to their shared penthouse and flopped onto the big couch, their muscles limp and their brains a little foggy.

They have just finished solving a crime scene that involved the Beagle Boys ( who are new members of FOWL by the way ) in the cold Novembet weather, which is why Panchito wore a scarlet jumper and maroon blazer suit with an earthy brown scarf, while Esmeralda looked fabulous in her simple yet chic black cloak, gloves, white shirt, black pants and heels.

' DIOS MIO!' Esmeralda grumbled. ' THAT IS THE 7TH CONSECUTIVE CRIME THIS WEEK!'

' Lo siento, mi amor, ' Panchito crooned and began massaging her back, to which his purple lady love sighed contentedly. ' Would you like us to cook together after I finished my massage?'

A smile curled upon Esmeralda's dark purple beak. ' That reminds me, ' Esmeralda cooed ' I do have a recipe to introduce you...'

Soon, they are in their shared kitchen dressed in pyjamas. Panchito wearing an oversized El Zorro t shirt with knee trousers, while Esmeralda wore a silk deep blue pyjama suit.

Panchito watched in amazement as Esmeralda began chopping up a generous portion of garlic. With soft guitar music playing from the bluetooth, Panchito eventually helped to get the paprika and some of the crusty bread from the cupboard.

' Querida, ' Panchito crooned. '¿Es esa la legendaria sopa de ajo de la que tanto hablabas?'

' Si, mi amor!' Esmeralda laughed. ' Why, it is the classic comfort food in Spain. ' Por supuesto, this soup is not for the faint hearted - in my Oxford days, I have witnessed some of the non Hispanic students screaming for milk the second they tried that soup! IT IS MUCHO HILARIOUS!'

Panchito howled with laughter as he imagined the scene in his head ' Ay, ¡Nuestras cocinas tienen mucho fuego en ellas! But, I do have a special comfort food hailed from Mexico City. '

As Esmeralda began setting the red pot over the stove, she gasped impressively as he whipped out some soft tortillas, some cauliflower and even some grated cheese!

' Las quesadillas?' Esmeralda smirked and guessed.

' Claro esta! ' Panchito exclaimed. ' Everyone in Mexico loves a good quesadillas! Especially in Christmas!'

' Awwww, ' Esmeralda laughed. ' In Spain, we eat paella on special occasions. There are people across province having massive debates over the ' real ' paella recipe! ESO ES MUCHAS LOCO!'

Panchito guffawed along then kissed her face and beak tenderly, before the two went back to cooking.

As Esmeralda began frying the cloves of garlic, paprika and shredded crusty bread, she could not help but admire at the veins of Panchito's lean yet muscular arms. These are the very arms that scaled between walls, handled weapons and held her tenderly with every chance he got. She felt incredibly blessed to have such a lovable goof beside her.

Panchito could not keep his eyes away from her, even as he was stir frying the bits of cauliflower, grated cheese and some spinach beside her. Many knew her as this tough, no nonsense and forthright SHUSH executive, her blue eyes constantly scanning for even the tiniest of suspicions. Of course, what they didnt know was that she was also an exceptionally passionate, tender, fiery and incredibly sexy woman, who proudly claimed that she would rather eat a full meal than be a size 0.

' I see someone is distracted....' Esmeralda raised an eyebrow as she poured some of the leftover stock onto the pot, then covered the lid to let it simmer.

' Distracted? Me? Who could blame me when there is a beautiful gazelle beside me?' Panchito held her in his arms and kissed her cheeks, to which she guffawed hysterically.

' Your cauliflowers are burning, idiota, ' Esmeralda jerked her head to the smoking pan.

Panchito whipped his head to the pan, and he shrieked and quickly poured the mixture to the tortillas as his beak sputtered a rapid fire of speed Spanish curse words. Lucky for the two lovebirds, they didnt set the kitchen on fire.

As Panchito put the quesadillas in the oven, Esmeralda opened the window to air out some smoke and Panchito heaved a sigh. ' DIOS MIO! I THOUGHT WE ARE GOING TO SET OUR FLAT ON THE FIRE!'

' Well, at least we acted quickly enough, ' Esmeralda laughed and kissed his cheek softly. ' Would you like to have some seafood pasta? Since we had the spicy rice last night anyway, amor. '

Panchito agreed. After all, having the same meal repetitively is boring. Why not spice things up with some Mediterranean pasta?

Soon, the two danced to the guitar music and started preparing the pasta with some spaghetti, colorful cherry tomatoes, a small clove of garlic, some chilli and a handful of mussels from the fridge. They danced the fandango, had a small food fight, and even flirted excessively in speed Spanish.

By the time the pasta is all set, Esmeralda opened the pot of garlic soup and added in some cheese on top. The whole living room smelled the scent of paprika, spices and garlic, the taste of home for both of them.

The two eventually set the table, which is right next to the starry city lights. As Panchito poured some white wine, they began to enjoy their dinner they made. The pasta was smooth and buttery, the soup itself was spicy yet comforting, and the quesadillas are cheesy with an extra kick. It is truly a wonderful meal.

' Miel mio, ' Panchito sighed dreamily ' I'm actually glad that we have this relaxing time....alone...'

' Same here, amor, ' Esmeralda smirked as she clanked her wine glass with his. ' With FOWL rampaging the world, it is so nice to kick back and relax once in a while....'

' Ah, yet we are HISPANICS! ¡Tenemos fuego en nuestros vientres y venas!  ¡Como nuestro héroe El Zorro!' Panchito exclaimed loudly as he stood on his chair and did a classic El Zorro pose.

Esmeralda quickly took a picture of him doing that pose, before laughing ' Calma, you big, strong hot head. Eat, before we watch one of those telenovelas!'

Panchito effectively shut her up while feeding her with a fork ful of the pasta. Blushing fiercely, she began feeding him a slice of quesadillas. The two spent the dinner relaxingly talking about everything and nothing before curling up in front of the couch watching some telenovelas.