Summary:
Five years ish, post-canon. Their log-pose led them to a serene, yet wild, island in some corner of the New World. Upon disembarking the Victoria Punk, everyone from the Captain through the crew starts acting strange, saying things they'd normally never say, or think. All - except Pascha. No one remembers her, or really cares about why she's there with them on the island. But Pascha cares, and she's gonna make her crew care again, too. Kidd Pirates with minor roles or cameos: Noe, Oscar, Mosh, Dive, Quincy, Ema, Heat, UK, Bubblegum, Wire, Hip, Killer,
M, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Gen, Complete.
18k+ words.
Fic inspired by @magnuspirate 's Pascha, in a striking fight scene with Eustass Kidd. Deep thanks to Magnus for allowing me to dabble! :D
Also borrowed the names "Noe," "Oscar," and "Haikei" -- all canon, initially unnamed, characters that were given life and personality from Ceej @ask-bolthead-crew. They have great life over on Magnus' blog as well.
Further AO3 tags (potentially spoilers/hints) below the cut:
Post-Canon, Canon Related, Canon-Typical Violence, Action/Adventure, Action,
Memory Alteration, False Memories, Original Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit,
POV Female Character, POV Third Person, Original Character(s),
Major Original Character(s), Minor Original Character(s), Minor Canonical Character(s),
Original Character Death(s), Minor Character Death, Antagonist Death, Skeletons, Death,
Friendship, Based on a Tumblr Post, Loyalty, Cussing, Platonic Cuddling,
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𝒮𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇
Being a Kid Pirate is not an easy career path. Less so if you're the Vice-Captain. Killer has it so rough, he really needs a self-care day. Maybe you can give him one?
Content Warning: hotboxing the Victoria Punk, marijuana implied drug use, drinking, otherwise SFW.
Word Count: 1.8K
As always, minors do not interact with my content this is a boundary, thank yew.
You knew that the Massacre Soldier was one of the hardest working men you've ever met in your damn life. Day in and day out he handled the ship's affairs, cooked nutritional meals, occasionally bat Kid over the head, and balanced a close relationship with you.
He hardly had a moment to himself, always giving someone or something else attention. You decided that was enough. Killer deserved to have a full day off – no exceptions.
It took several days of secret planning between you and some of the crew; you were a little skeptical you fully got away with your private planning. Killer has always been an observant man. Nevertheless, he did not stop or interfere in any way as you executed your plot. Wire, Heat, Haikei, Noe, Emma and Quincy were tasked with managing the Captain while you kidnapped the masked man.
Sneaking into the kitchen, Killer was quietly boiling a pot of noodles and readying a carton of eggs to fry. You hunch next to the countertop trying to assess when you could grab him.
“You want your eggs runny or dry?”
“Wah?! When did you figure out I was here?”
“The whole time,” he hummed.
Grumbling, you stood up from your hiding spot and stretched your body. Standing behind him you wrap your arms around his waist.
“I like mine dry but make it to go. I need your help with something very important.”
“Very important huh?” Killer let out a dry chuckle. The sizzling of butter flared as he flipped your egg over. “Ok then Y/N. Grab the coffee mugs and croissants.”
Eating in the privacy of his room, the two of you enjoy each other’s company as you caught up, exchanged opinions on recent news and of recently risen bounties. At one point you had retreated to the bathroom for a minute and Killer heard the tub being run. He tilted his head in curiosity.
You came back out and laid out the day for him. Killer was being subjected to his first day off. He was being treated to a day of luxury, relaxation, and spoiling. Phase 1 – the spa treatment. Killer had to bite his cheek from how hard he was smiling behind his mask. He’d never been to a spa before.
The smell of the oils in the water wafted in Killer’s nostrils as he sank into the tub. While it was large enough to hold both of you, and you did soak with him for a time while you swapped different face masks over both your faces, you spent most of your time catering to his whims. Feeding him cheese, crackers and grapes from a charcuterie board, changing the music dial for him, working the various shampoo and conditioner products in his impressive mane.
While his hair was wrapped in treatments, you gently gave him a foot and hand massage. They were short and sweet and you finished each appendage with a quick nail polish removal. Rinsing his silky hair, you hand him a robe and direct him to his couch.
You bring out some nail polish colors and let him choose. He’s going with purple this time; he was adamant that both his fingernails and toenails be the same color. Always a man of preciseness.
Once he’s rocking a dry set of nails, his stomach begins to growl. The promise of a delicious lunch keeps him at bay as you quickly rush through brushing and oiling his hair just the way he liked. As he gets dressed, you rush to the mess hall to check that nothing went wrong.
Dive had set the table as instructed and Bubblegum was bustling through the kitchen door with lunch on a platter. Spaghetti aglio e olio. Nothing too complicated for the novice cook.
Killer was delighted as he sat down across from you, maskless. You both devoured your salads and noodles – spa days really worked up an appetite.
“Next activity is more public; did you want me to grab your mask?”
“Nah, the face masks made my skin feel all soft and dewy. Don’t want to make it mildewy underneath the helmet with the humidity.”
“That’s fair. Cause up next is Phase 2 – drumming circle.”
Killer’s eyebrows cocked, “Bit presumptuous to assume I’ll play for an audience.”
“It’s not FOR an audience. Just, the audience finds you sometimes cause you’re so good!”
He blushed at that. Drumming was his favorite pastime so he knew he was a decent player after years of practice and playing. You’re not wrong though. Anytime he found himself wandering to the open space inside the ship where he would let loose, some of the crew would seek him out just to hear him play. Kid would join him with his bass guitar if he was free. Normally it was Wire and Heat who would play alongside him as his audience grew.
“Ok sooo I’m drumming for fun?”
“Yep! Play whatever you want, it’s your time to just hang out and relax. I’m going to set up some other things for Phase 3 so you’ll be on your own but you can always call me on the snail if you need anything and I’ll get it for you.”
As you led him to the deepest level of the ship, a peculiar smell reached his nose. He knew this smell. Killer was surprised to see several lamps were set up with colored lenses over the frames. The lenses lit the room up in a dark blue color, as if he underwater with the ship itself.
Set up in the center was his drum set. Other instruments were lined along the wall. The room was littered with pillows and bean bag chairs. A table next to the opposite wall held a variety of snacks, water jugs, a massive bong and several pre-rolled joints, and folded blankets. There was a keg beside the table too.
After several hours of just vibing, Killer felt completely relaxed. He had a good buzz going, he was enjoying playing along Heat, Wire AND Kid who had filtered in towards the end. Killer had attracted an audience and everyone was in a haze, lounging around the spread and snacking while they smoked, drank and listened to music. Killer almost forgot about your promise of Phase 3.
You had been hard at work alongside Bubblegum in the kitchen. You were preparing a special main course just for you and Killer, with a very tasty dessert too. Pomp, UK and Hip set up the private dining table for two just outside the helms room; in the dinosaur’s mouth where the railing and teeth blocked the waves of the sea.
Everything in place, you take a quick detour to your shared bedroom and slip into something cuter. Casual and pretty.
You grab a handful of snacks as you listen to the boys continue to jam. Killer’s eyes met yours immediately and he graced you with a wink and wide smile. It made your heart skip a beat. You offer him a wave as you enjoy the assortment. A few more songs and Killer ends the jam session, not without complaint from Kid who was still very much into playing the guitar. You pushed one of the other crew members towards the drums and grabbed Killer before anyone could react.
Killer was shaking as he ran, suppressing giggles over the situation. Being literally ripped from Kid’s grasp and trying to outrun a possible tantrum. You practically threw Killer in the bedroom with a rushed plea for Killer to change for dinner. He complied and changed into a fresh pair of pants and a simple shirt. It was time for Phase 3 – wine and dine.
The two of you held hands as you ran from the bedroom towards to helms room. Killer was about to ask why you were not going to the mess hall when he caught sight of the twinkling lights sitting beyond the last door. His breath caught in his throat as he observed the private date you had set up.
A small candelabra was centered on the table, two wine glasses and covered dishes preserving the meal. Off to the side was a covered container, dessert he presumed. Killer recounted his jam session as you both ate the baked chicken alfredo penne. You even exchanged some of the internal gossip between crew members as you dug into the crème brûlée you had worked so hard to make.
Killer leaned back in his chair completely full. The sea was calm and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, the moon shining brightly amongst the stars.
“Already ahead of you big guy,” you chirp.
A small duffel bag hidden inside the helms room contained blankets and throw pillows that you laid on the deck. Patting the spot next to you, you offer him a smile.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve any of this, but thank you Y/N,” Killer spoke softly as he nestled next to you. Propping himself up so he could recline comfortably and have you tucked into his side.
“What are you talking about?? Killer you’re the hardest working person I’ve ever met. You are On Top of Shit all the time. I’m shocked you’ve not cracked under the pressure to be honest,” you bit your lip in worry. “You need a chance to relax every now and then too. If not for your own wellbeing, then for me. I’m worried sick that you’ll drop dead any day from stress.”
Killer’s eyes shot up at that. He didn’t feel like he was overworked or overburdened. Sure, some days where tougher than others but he didn’t mind. Being on this crew and being the Vice-Captain were things he loved doing. It gave him a sense of purpose. Of belonging.
Shaking his head, “I won’t drop dead but I understand what you mean. I promise to try and take more time for myself.”
“Good!” you smile in triumph. “There’s no law that says you can’t have a nap after you turn 25 years old.”
“You know I’m 27 right?”
“DUH! You need it more than me, gramps.”
“GRAMPS?!”
“That’s why I gave you all the face masks, to reduce your worry lines before they become deep set wrinkles.”
Killer gives you a look of utter horror and worry. Did he really have worry lines??!
You crack a grin, “Ah I’m sorry I’m sorry, you don’t I was just messing around!”
“You play around too much Y/N!” Killer growled, poking your sides until you’re screaming and crying. Finally letting you catch your breath, he pulls you back into his chest.
As you watch the stars twinkle in the sky and listen to the lulling sounds of waves crashing against the hull, both your eyelids grow heavy.
“I just wanted to treat you a little today. Make sure you know you’re appreciated and loved,” you say quietly.
“You did amazing. Truly. You pulled off so much and I know the others played a heavy hand in all your plans to make it as perfect as it was. I love you, Y/N,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.
Killer couldn’t remember another time he had slept that well under the stars.
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Alright, ALRIGHT, I’VE ALMOST GOT IT DANGIT I ALMOST *HAVE* IT. So everyone analyzing the edgy Noe animation bust out our notepads and cork boards because I have INFO TO SHARE.
Okay, so, we’ve already got the first captive of Noe established: Dialga, the Temporal Pokemon.
The next captive is hard AF to freaking see, but if you zoom in enough you see the anti-matter space worm snake dragon thing known as Giritina, the Remegade Pokemon
So Noe captures both the god of controlling Time and the personification of antimatter, two of the 3 creation trio.
As for the one he is facing…let me just say…the lack of images of legendary pokémons’ backs made this borderline maddening because I STILL CANNOT SAY FOR CERTAIN, **BUT** I believe the one whom Noe wishes to be is actually the space Barney known as Palkia, the Spatial Pokemon.
I ONLY GOT A SIDE VIEW BUT I THINK ITS CLOSE OKAY? It’s not Meau, that’s for sure, and I really don’t think it’s Arceus based on the head shape but it might just be a perspective issue.
Now, the only powers we’ve seen know use are appearing from the shadows and duplicating items (berries and tea), and we know he deals with “errors” (which could mean a lot of things physics-wise) but not ghosts (which are incorporeal and thus lack matter). So, despite their appearance, they may be more connected to Palkia than we may have been lead to believe.
Palkia is known to have powers to warp space, travel to faraway places or other dimensions, connect dimensions through dimensional portals, DESTROY SPACE ITSELF, and even be able create a new universe BY ITSELF or with Dialga. And, unlike a glitchy Noe, it is said that space becomes MORE STABLE with Palkia's every breath.
The implications this holds are wild and not fully understood. Was their role originally like Palkia’s but something went wrong? Did Giritina create Meau as an attempt to make something like Palkia and/or Meau to create and later populate its own universe with its own kind of pokemon but something went terribly wrong? It’s very hard, and might even be too early to say what the source of this identity crisis is for Noe, especially since he isn’t directing it at Meau, but what do y’all think?
Why did Noe need to take control of time and antimatter? Why Palkia? Where’s Arceus when his kids are fighting like this? I know the truth will be revealed eventually, but I love playing around with the ideas for what it may be.
Roll OUT the red carpet you have NAILED IT.
Noe is indeed holding Dialga on his left and Giratina on his right, while facing down Palkia. Why he is doing it, what he wants from Palkia, what his motivations are, what brought him to this point, where Arceus is, where Meau is, and everything else about this situation will be revealed in Noe’s eventual origin arc! But both you and @givemeuniversalcrossovers guess this correctly! With @mel-the-pirate breaking down that first gate with the Dialga guess! Good job you three ;0! Also everyone else who sent in theories, ya’ll each got tidbits here and there correct, genuinely impressed by it!
Given I purposely doodled that animatic to be misleading as all heck, round of applause and head pats to everyone ;D! As I get closer to moving I’ll probably slow down a lot on the story till everything’s sorted, but we’ll be spending some quality time with Mewtwo and the mews for a bit! Then once I’ve established everything I wanted too, we’ll move on to Noe’s arc and ya’ll will finally get your answers! But I’ll still drop lil animatics of him here and there to feed the flames, as well as continue to sprinkle hints throughout. A lot of Noe’s arc is being sketched on and worked on alongside the current story as otherwise it’d take forever to actually get out lol
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