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Chapter 40

THE ROAD SO FAR

It's not that hard to say goodbye. But it's really sad for the notable few who enjoyed it.

The SIXth Ship

"Alex"

Sierra Leone, Africa

"Echo 3 - 1 to Hunter One One. We have confirmed the presence of a suspected SAM Turret. Advising not to deploy air support until it's down, over." Alex muttered over the radio as he lowered his scope.

"Copy that, Three One. We'll stand by for your go signal." Roach replied as Alex signaled his team to move forward, covering Alpha Team's six.

"This place is suspiciously quiet." Price muttered over comms.

"It's 5 am. Bad guys probably needed sleep too." Alex commented, scoping on what's head of Team Alpha.

"Well, I want Volt awake, so I could beat Nero's location out of him." Price spat.

"Guardhouse on the east. Single guard, fast asleep."Alex shot his suppressed rifle as the guard dropped to the ground.

"Good Night."

"I'm hearing an engine starting on our east." Soap whispered as Alex turned his scope east. There was indeed a truck load of food arriving at their base.

"Civilian delivery truck." Alex warned.

"Let him pass. He'll notice the dead guard and run." Price predicted and it actually happened as the innocent driver sped off away from the base.

"How long till he calls the cops?" Alex asked.

"Never. France already bribed the guy." Soap answered.

"What?" Alex was puzzled.

"Welcome to Africa." Soap chuckled and they hid into the supply truck while Price drove inside.

"Alright, we're in. Soap and France should plant charges on SAMs and Comms. Once their alarm rings we light things up." Price ordered as Alex's team advanced and circled the perimeter, protecting the gates.

"Where could Volt be hiding?" Alex asked.

"Could be anywhere. This base has lots of buildings." Rocket replied not far behind him.

"There are also six ships by the dock. He could be in one of those." Royce added.

"Alpha Team, we've got movement on your six. Looks like they're looking for their supply drop. They're by the truck and unloading their supplies." Alex warned as the three remained quiet.

"Tango by the guard house down." Rocket confirmed his kill as the body dropped on the ground.

"They're about to discover their dead allies. Prepare for the alarm!" Alex roared as their alarm system activated, dozens of troops from their camps emerged carrying weapons.

"Shit! I'm taking sniper fire by the rooftops!" Soap yelled over comms. Bravo team immediately turned their sights to the rooftops and took down the snipers with ease.

"There's no sign of Volt here. He must've woken up early. Rendezvous with me by the tower." Price muttered.

"Sir. This is Meat from Charlie Team. We've confirmed movement on the docks. No positive ID of Volt yet."

"Copy that meat. Proceeding to the docks." Price said as gunfire echoed through his comms.

"Seeing multiple reinforcements from the gate!" Alex alerted as they attempted to shoot down armored cars loaded with more enemies.

"Alex! This area is compromised!" One of his allies suggested as smoke started to cover their forest.

"Shit! We'll have to meet up with them inside! Change to assault weapons and advance to the gate. You two cover our six using thermals." The two nodded as Alex switched to his assault rifle, advancing towards the gate, taking down reinforcements as they arrived.

"Price? Soap? France? Sitrep?" He roared through comms as his team was now barraged with heavy fire as they hid for cover.

"This is Bravo Six. I made my way inside the last ship. Looks like he's trying to escape. France and Soap are by the docks taking heavy fire. I'll handle Volt from here. You hold out for extraction. It looked like we didn't have a choice." Price said.

Alex felt the heat of the explosion as the ground shook. Soap had detonated the charges they set and help was on the way.

"Roach!" Soap sounded hurt.

"Way ahead of you!" Roach said as the air support bombarded the base with grenade shells, blasting every enemy away as the ground troops recovered.

"Reloading for another round. Stand by." He said as the plane circled back.

"Okay team! Their numbers have reduced. Let's finish this." Alex informed his bravo team as they finished off the remaining waves of enemies, which were too resourceful as they also had attack hyenas, something they didn't expect.

"These dogs are furious!" One commented as they entered the gates, securing the whole base or what's left of it, for valuable intel.

"Echo Three One to Actual. Jack, it looked like they cleaned this place already."

"Actual to Three One. Looks like it. I guess their getaway ship had all his latest work."

"Charlie team found a way to follow them. Bravo team resume recon on the five ships." Jack commanded and the rest followed

"Copy that, Actual. Proceeding towards the ships with caution." Alex replied as they carefully pressed deeper into the base toward the pier. Alex wondered how many piers and ships had been involved on his missions. Looks like Nero doesn't trust air travel.

The ships were rusted and broken, but the components inside were new stacks of equipment possibly used for his bomb making.

"This sly guy hides his stuff inside these rusty ships." Alex reported, his voice echoed around the ship.

"We're all clear, Alex. This ship is empty of tangos." One of his allies reported.

"So are the other ones." Another one reported.

"We found the rest of Alpha team by the pier. Looks like Soap's injured." Said another.

"Copy that. Stay frosty. We have no visual of the entrance so reinforcements might arrive." Alex replied to everyone.

"Roger that." The rest of his team replied in unison. Roach's Air support chopper hovered ahead of them and followed the getaway ship, providing support to Capt. Price. Charlie team had borrowed some small boats to aid in Volt's capture.

"It's all up to him now." Alex muttered as they resumed securing the enemy base.

"So, how was your day?" Samantha smiled, slipping herself inside the covers as she lay down beside Alex. The tired man huffed out a sigh and looked at her beautiful girlfriend, whose eyes were staring at him longingly. It's been almost a month since the task force was created and they were on separate beds, but Alex always makes sure he sleeps over every time he's free.

"Oh, you know. The other kind of usual. We beat information out of Nero's bomb maker today." He said in an interesting tone.

"I know beating people is wrong, but when you've been played with by these kinds of people, it's kind of pleasant to the ears." She chuckled, her hand gliding on his arms and looked for his hands.

"Yeah. I'll never stop doing it until they get a taste of their medicine." Alex breathed and looked at Samantha. Her eyes that once looked blank and lost now looked happy. It was tragic how she just wanted to live a normal life but had everything taken away from her.

"What would you do when this is all over?" She asked, questioning his last statement.

"Well, I could finally take you out on a nice date. Maybe say hi to your dad or something." he blurted, making Samantha's eyes widen in surprise.

"Aww.." She smiled as she leaned in for a kiss, while Alex slowly lifted her so that she's now lying on top of him.

"Why is it that every kiss feels so different." She mused as she leaned for another one.

"Maybe because my love for you grows stronger every second?" He replied.

"Haha. You're funny." She said sarcastically.

"That I am." He grinned as they rolled over, giggling at whatever they were doing.

"I love you, Samantha." Alex whispered in the sexiest way that he could resulting to Samantha actually giggling in disbelief.

"I love you too, Alex." She replied.

"Now, go to sleep. I want you well rested for your work tomorrow." She added as she turned the lamp off. Alex groaned like a kid who doesn't want to go to bed yet.

"How can I sleep, when even in the dark, I could still see your pretty face." He whispered as Samantha laughed.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, mister." She said as she turned back, letting Alex hug her from behind. She always loved his warm embrace beside him, a feeling of security amidst all the times that she'd been kidnapped.

The next morning, Alex came back to the base after breakfast with Samantha. It has been a while since he had that and thought that it wouldn't hurt to go late once in a while.

"Where have you been?" Roach asked as soon as he got to the base.

"I overslept." he lied as Roach scoffed.

"You? Hahaha. Nice try. I know full well that no matter what happens you always wake up at the exact time." Roach laughed.

"Why? Is there something wrong with Volt?" Alex pressed on to the main topic at hand.

"The guy had a little fight. But he actually talked."

"Yeah? About what? Nero's location?"

"No. And This isn't like the official thing, it's just rumors. Price slept at the infirmary today and hasn't woken up yet. So the news is that his EMP tech is now capable of killing humans on a set radius."

"Shit." Alex hissed.

"I know. It could launch anywhere anytime and no one could hide from it. A whole new kind of killing weapon." Roach wondered, making them worry about what Nero's about to do.

"Volt better get talking soon."

"Yeah. He better." Roach approved with an encouraging voice.

Later that afternoon the whole 141 was briefed about a message sent from Nero himself. Thousands of humans, civilians and soldiers alike, were nuked just outside the American capital.

The blast didn't do much damage to infrastructure but machines and humans suffered more than ever. Some were able to withstand the mental damage while some were left in a trance state. Some who already had some form of mental problems suffered horribly and dropped dead on the streets.

It was estimated that about half a million people were affected as the nuke exploded by the ocean. Some say this was a miscalculation and others speculated that this was Nero's warning shot.

America had raised itself on high alert, any time Nero's troops would charge on American soil ignoring all authorities who wanted to stop him. This was it. His plan finally came to fruition.

As for the task force, they have located the main signal of the nuke's control. A place somewhere in Cuba. Alex and Jack knew this place was once visited by older CIA SAD members and rumors had it that one of their Black Ops comrades died there. It once housed the reverse engineered Greenlight nuke. Alex never told anyone in 141 about this as history would tend to repeat itself. He hoped that this was not the case.

This would be the lead that the rest of the task force will be focusing on. As the war rages, Alex was sure that the following days would be the toughest so, while waiting for any potential final lead and orders from above, they spent the rest of their time training for the final showdown against Nero.

Optional Chapter : The Fall of the Capital - Pvt. Ramirez

Next Chapter : FIVE Seconds

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hailbop1701 · 4 years

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ReaperXFemaleReader

Doom: To Hell And Back

Chapter 1: Leave is Canceled

Hi everyone! I've been thinking about this for some time and I finally decided to do it. This is my first fanfiction in years and my very first reader insert. I hope this does Doom justice I truly do.

“In the year 2026 archaeologists working in the Nevada desert discovered a portal to an ancient city on Mars. They called this portal the Ark. 20 years later we’re still struggling to understand why it was built and what happened to the civilization that built it. “

A shrill beeping broke the silence of the room. Groaning you swatted at your night side table looking for the object of your extreme annoyance. Which you undoubtedly flung to the floor; hissing you peeled your eyes open and rolled half your body off the bed to look for your damn phone. Picking it up you jabbed the green button and put the device to your ear.

“H’lo” you cringed slightly at the sound of your own voice. You immediately stiffened at the sound of your commanding officer's voice. “ Yes sir, no sir. I’ll be at the strip in an hour sir.”

You sat up and hissed at the sudden altitude, sighing you look at the time and flipped your blankets up. Moving around your room in the semi-dark was almost routine by now. The only light was a red blinking open sign from the dive bar below you; it seeped through your blinds like a bad omen. Dressing quickly you scanned the room and grabbed your phone and keys.

Rushing out the door you passed by the bar owner. You gave him a courteous wave before hopping on your bike. The man grunted at you and examined your ass; as he always does. Sighing and rolling your eyes you revved the engine and were off to base. You were in RRTS unit 4, which is based in Washington State.

It took very little time to drive up the coast; slowing down to a stop at the heavily guarded gated entrance you balanced your bike and gave a smile to the guard. “Hey Mike,” you said lifting your helmet visor. “Hey (Y/N), I thought you were on leave?” came the voice of a kind rotund man. You gave a sad sigh, “Oh you know; I love my job so much I just couldn’t stay away.” you said with a laugh.

Mike snorted and shook his head; he pulled a retinal scanner from his belt and held it up to your eye. After a moment the little machine whirled and gave a happy beep of approval. The gate to the bridge slid open and you flicked your visor down again. “Tell Mina I said hello! Oh and that I hope she aced that Chem exam!” you called out over your bike’s engine. Mike grinned and gave a slight wave in response. You then sped across the three-mile-long bridge to the man-made island that housed your unit. Parking close to your barracks, you hop off your bike and take the stairs two at a time. Pulling off your helmet, you tug the door open and walk straight into your commanding officer.

Gunnery Sergeant Edward Cayden call sign Hunter. “Oof, Jesus Hunt. Hi.” you said rubbing your nose. “(Y/N), my girl, right on time! Come on I have a debrief for you.” he said with a lopsided smile. The man turned and you followed him relaxed as can be. “What’s going on Hunt?” you asked closing his office door. Hunter sat down at his desk and plugged in a data chip.

“Union Aerospace has requested assistance to contain a Level 5 breach at their Olduvai facility.”

“This is Dr. Carmack, Classified Research, Olduvai, ID 6627. We’ve had a level 5 breach. Implement quarantine procedures immediately. I repeat. This is Dr. Carmack, Classified Research. Olduvai, ID 6627. We’ve had a level 5 breach. Implement quarantine procedures now.”

“Gunnery Sergeant Mahonin requested a specialist medic. One who has been in the shit and one who can handle their weapon. He requested you by name (Y/N); and I guess it helps you have experience in quarantine situations. And all those fancy medals." Hunter said with a proud smile. You roll your eyes but return the smile. “Careful your face is gonna split in two, old man.”

Hunted scowled, “I’m not old.”

You snorted and moved toward the door, “(Y/N)” you looked over your shoulder with a raised eyebrow. Hunter frowned, “Be careful kid. I got a bad feeling about this one.” he said and you give him a grin. “When am I not careful?”

The man sighs and shakes his head as she leaves his office to grab her gear. Tapping his desk with his knuckle, Hunter calls up Mahonin. “She’s on her way.”

“Good. We’ll rendezvous in Nevada; thanks again Ed for lending her out.” came a terse reply. “She better come back in the same-” Hunter was cut off by a laugh. “If she is as you described’ there won’t be a problem. Mahonin out.” the line went dead. The feeling in the pit of his stomach became more pronounced.

It took a solid hour for the transport to land at area 51. You checked and double-checked your gear. Medkits, ammo, testing kits, knife, belt knife, boot knife, rifle, handgun. You shifted in your seat, your vest perfectly tight around your ribs. You pressed your thumb into the scanner of your rifle,

“ RRTS Special Ops clearance Verified. Handle ID: Crow”

Smirking you glance down at the black tattoo on your wrist. “Pray for war,” you whisper as the transport touched down. Sliding the door open you look over to see another transport dropping down. Grabbing your pack you head toward the facility entrance to wait. Eight men exited the chopper and jogged toward you. You were already getting some looks; moving forward a few steps to meet a rather large man in the center. He held out a hand towards you, “ Sergeant (Y/L/N), good to finally meet you. I’m Gunnery Sergeant Mahonin. Call me Sarge.” you nod and shake the man’s hand. Sarge turned toward his men and waved a hand toward each one “ We’ve got Mac, Goat, Destroyer, Portman, Duke, Reaper, and the Kid.”

You nod at them all and waited as Sarge continued, “Men this is Crow our borrowed Medic and quarantine expert. She comes from RRTS Unit 4.”

Portman leered at you and licked his lips. You rolled your eyes and glanced over your shoulder as the elevator began to rise from the sand. “Move in,” Sarge commanded and all nine of you crammed into the elevator. “Hey, Sarge I thought Reaper was our medic? Not that I’m complaining.” Duke asked sending you a charming smile.

“Just because I have an understanding of first aid, doesn’t make me a medic.” Reaper said lowly. That’s when you suddenly feel fingers dance across your ass, gritting your teeth you expertly grab the hand and twist it so it was at an odd angle. Portman cried out in pain. “Listen, Portman was it? I’m only going to say this once. Touch me again, and I’ll make it look like natural causes. Am I clear?”

Portman yelped when he didn’t answer as you brought a finger to a pressure point in his wrist. “Am. I. Clear?” you asked again slowly. The elevator was quiet and watching with amusement. “Crystal.” Portman gasped and you let him go. Portman held his hand to his chest and glared at you. Sarge gave you a once over and nodded his approval; he didn't have the time or patience to hold hands. He seemed happy that you could take care of yourself.

“I think I’m in love,” Duke said with a grin, you rolled your eyes and faced front again with a smirk. Destroyer’s laugh boomed in the small space and Reaper’s lip twitched upwards into a ghost of a smile. The elevator slowed and came to a stop, the Ark was dead ahead. Hunter’s bad feeling fluttered in your own stomach now.

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mugiwara-rosewolf · 4 years

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Hiiii💚hope ur have a good day/night if it not to much to ask can i have Zoro with a female reader who to shy to confess her feeling for him. You could end it anyway u want 💚

Hello Anon! I loved the concept you sent me, but it turned out a *little* different than I anticipated. If this isn’t what you were hoping for, feel free to Bop me in the DM’s and I’ll try again. Hope you enjoy!

Timid Confession

Zoro x Shy!Reader

6 Romantic Do’s and Don’ts--Swordsman Edition

(Warning: mild cursing. Stupid pirates.)

There comes a time, when every soul on Earth must be open and unbearably honest with another. A time when you must expose yourself. A time where you must open the ribcage of your chest to reveal the butterflies in your stomach, the fluttering of your heartbeat, and the way your breath hitches when a certain silhouette walks by. There comes a time when you have no choice but to lay your life--mind, body and soul--on the line and take a risk. In theory, this is something you know quite well. As a warrior of the Straw hat crew, this willingness to put everything at risk for your dreams is an everyday reality. But what about when that risk is a person? Surely the basic gist is still the same...right?

Wrong. Johnny and Yosaku used to laugh about this a lot--to your face--about how you are an absolute disaster outside of battle. The stoic, competent warrior shown on your bounty poster would vaporize as soon as you sheath your sword. Otherwise, you were a bashful, stumbling mess. And once a certain moss-haired hunter joined the crew...you were finished. With the flash of his sword, he caught your attention. With his wicked-sharp slit of a smile, he punctured the deepest parts of you. Your fate was sealed. Roronoa Zoro would be the death of you.

Everyone seemed to know what this strange phenomenon was, but to you, it was a goddamned mystery. It was a miracle that you were ever able to speak more than a dozen words to him on any given day. When your paths diverged for the first time, it was almost a relief. But from then on, there was always a gap in your plans. An empty bunk on your ship that used to be filled with snores at the most random hours. Your chest always ached at the memory.

It was in that space of absence that you realized--you loved him. The thought alone was enough to turn your whole world turned topsy-turvy. Then the Baratie happened. Then Mihawk, then Arlong and then--this peculiar straw-hat pirate, this boy that Zoro had sworn his fealty to--invites you along on his grand adventure. After all the things you’d seen and done, seeing the anticipation glistening in Roronoa’s eyes...how could you say no?

Life since then has been the wildest ride you could ever dream of. Marines, mercenaries, Giant whales and dinosaurs--it’s like something out of a fairy tale. And during all that time, one thing hasn’t changed. Zoro. Your heart pounds in your chest when you hear his footfalls approaching. Butterflies swim up to your throat every time you hear his voice. butterflies in your stomach. Your breath hitches, just from the way he looks at you. There were so many nights, hunkered down with Johnny and Yosaku in some tavern somewhere, where you wondered what you would say to him. To Zoro, if your paths ever crossed again.

Now here you are, reunited, chasing your dreams together. And yet you still can’t speak, let alone freaking breath in his presence. It was a nightmare. Stuttering every line, palms sweating, knees trembling, face catching fire--every possible symptom under the sun now seemed to increase ten-fold. How the heck were you supposed to genuinely bond with the man you loved when you could barely talk?

Nami was the first to catch on. Of course, she was. Her suggestion was to trick him into confessing his feelings for you. The moment she said the words you just stared at her. You swore right then and there this lady was crazy. Like, ‘dingo ate my baby’ crazy. There was no way in any of the Blues that Zoro had feelings for you. How could he? Every interaction was stilted and awkward. The only reason you two fought well together was that you’d done it before. God, how you’d missed it, in the time he’d been away. You quickly shook yourself free of the thought.

“Z-Zoro doesn’t work like that,” you’d told her. “Anything underhanded is either--is either gonna fly over his head or piss him off. I-I can’t, I can’t do that…”

The second time was Chopper’s idea. He hadn’t meant to overhear, but his curious little ears were very sensitive and… “well, I want to help you and Zoro”.

Which--okay. Zoro and Chopper adore each other. The swordsman is always co concerned and gentle with the young doctor. But he never belittles your resident reindeer for his age or size. That was something you already admired about the elder swordsman. He maintained gratifying respect for everyone in the crew--even Sanji. Nevertheless. You found it very endearing that Copper wanted to help you confess your feelings. As you soon discovered, however...that sweet, innocent winter reindeer had no clue about human romance whatsoever.

“Well, that was a waste-a--”

“Wonderful lesson in reindeer culture!” You interjected. Cutting off the cat burglar before she could finish her sentence. “But, uh, m-maybe there are other ways I can go about...er, ya know.”

And so, Nami called in reinforcements. Usopp the Liar. The long-nosed sniper was dragged into the room by his ear. Nami recounted the situation as I hid my face in my hands. His eyes practically sparkled with excitement.

“Ooh! Okay! I have a great idea! How about I go up to Zoro and start bragging about you, ya know, all the awesome adventures you went on before you saw each other again. Then he’d know just how awesome you are and he’d have to ask you out. I mean, he’s already in lo--”

“L-loudly snoring in the galley, I’m sure,” you excused quickly, shaking your head. “But if you interrupt his nap, all he’s gonna do is skin you alive.” Ussop visibly paled at the matter-of-fact statement. “I don’t--I don’t want anyone else getting hurt on my behalf so let’s just--I’ll figure something else out.”

Leaving the little pow-wow below decks, you bump into none other than your beloved’s worst enemy--Sanji, the ‘Ero-Cook’. “Ah, Y/N!” He cried in jubilation.

“Sanji!” You squeaked out. Your sudden alarm gave him pause.

“You look distressed, mademoiselle,” The observation alone was enough to turn his expression into a stormcloud incarnate. “If that damned Marimo broke your heart, I swear--”

“N-n-n-n-no!” You hurried to reassure him, waving your hand before Sanji could start kicking anything. “That’s not it at all! I mean, we were talking about--but he didn’t--I mean, he wasn’t even--” after so many fumbles you eventually just gave up, heaving a heavy sigh. “It’s nothing. I’m just bad at being brave.”

“I don’t believe it,” The cook’s immediate reply has you looking up at him in surprise. You saw him pull a cigarette from the pocket of his suit. “Not in a million years. You are one of the bravest angels sailing the seas, Y/N--whatever it is that scares you, they should be ten times more afraid.”

“You still talking about Zoro?”

“Damn right I am,” Sanji growled, his vitriol for Zoro overpowering his typical decorum. His lighter flickered to life as his eyes met yours. “It’s a gentleman’s job to court a lady, make her feel precious and desired. That brute can’t tell romance from a brick wall.”

“Whatchu talkin’ bout bricks for?” Another voice queried. Both you and Sanji turn. There, at the other end of the hall, is your captain. “Bricks got nothin’ to do with Zoro.”

“L-Luffy,” You stammered. “I thought you were at the figurehead, with Zoro?”

“I was, but then he decided to nap somewhere else. So I came here.” Luffy stated clearly, hands perched proudly on his hips. He looked between you and Sanji again, still curious. “So, why you guys talking about Zoro and bricks?”

“Because that’s how dense he is,” Sanji retorted. “Moss-head can’t tell that our darling Y/N is head-over-heels for his dumbass.” a trail of smoke slithered from between his gritted teeth.

At the mention of your name, Luffy turned and cocked his head. “But your head is below your heels. Isn’t that how people work?”

“M-most of the time, yes,” Sanji let out a sigh and a low curse. You bit your lip a moment before electing to explain. “But that’s not--what he means is, er, that I....uh, oh how do I explain this? Um. I want to tell Zoro something. But I’m not sure how.”

Your captain stared blankly at you. As if you’d smacked yourself in the face with a plank of wood and he couldn’t sure why. “Why are you so scared?” He asked, point-blank. “Whatever’s the most you thing to do, do it that way. Don’t worry about anything else, Y/N.”

Both you and Sanji shared a glance. The cook’s narrowed eyes told you he was a little bit sceptical. But he shrugged. He knew better than to question your captain’s logic. You, on the other hand, felt as if the sky had suddenly opened up. The next time you looked back at Luffy, your smile was as bright as the midday sun. “I think...I think you got the right idea, Luffy. I’ll give it a shot!”

Walking past both young men, you found your way to one of Zoro’s favourite napping places. Nami’s orchard. When you find him there, time seems to pause for a moment. The wash of the waves against the ship, the scent of the sun and the salt of the sea. That tang of citrus and those bright spots of colour in the trees--all those things seem hushed now. All you see is that head of mossy green hair and the entrancing rise-and-fall of his breath. You found a rake near Usopp’s garden boxes. It was like you had told the sniper earlier. If you prod a sleeping swordsman, you’ll get skinned alive. That is if you stand within swords-length.

Blades of grass softly crunch under your shoes as you tip-toe your way to the tree where Zoro is resting. When you’re close enough to reach, you turn the rake over in your hand; electing to poke him with the wooden tip instead of the metal points. If he felt the metal he might mistake it for a weapon and a genuine threat. Goodness knows you and your old bounty-hunting crew had plenty of threats to your sleep over the years.

One poke. No response. Two pokes. A groan and a slight shift. Then the snoring returns. You poke him three times; poke-poke-poke. He groans and shifts, his brow furrowing at the disturbance. But he still doesn’t open his eyes. You huffed to yourself. You really thought the three-pokes would work. Three was Zoro’s favourite number, after all. Patience fizzling along with your nerve, you finally jab him in the side.

“Zoro!”

The swordsman jolts awake. He looks up, seeing the broomstick near his shoulder, and traces it to you. “Why are you poking me with a rake?”

The moment his eyes land on you, all your fizzling patience and brazen nerve seem to vanish into the air. Butterflies surge from your stomach in a tidal wave, suddenly clogging up your throat. Your heartbeat jolts in speed at the sudden onslaught. The rake clatters from your hands as you flounder in embarrassment. “T-to, to avoid being fileted by a grumpy swordsman.”

Zoro huffed. “Put that thing away,” You hurry to do so. It is a vain hope that you might beagle to drain the warm flush from your face by the time you return. All the while, your fellow swordsman scrubs the sleep from his face with one hand. “Why’d you wake me up?”

“I-I, I wanna talk to you.” You abruptly drop yourself into the grass beside him. Standing above him in this orange grove somehow made you feel weird. If you were gonna have this conversation, you felt you needed to be on the same level.

“Okay, then talk.”

“Er, okay. So…Zoro, I-I mean I’ve been meaning to tell you that I--” you hesitate. But this time you swallow the lump in your throat, summon your courage--and expose your beating heart. “--I love you.”

Zoro is silent for a long moment. His eyes never waver from where you now sit beside him. Swords propped on his other side, he has his arms wrapped around his knees. Ever since he woke up, his expression hasn’t changed. He just looks at you, plain and straightforward as can be when he says; “Okay.”

You splutter. The single word response is nearly enough to throw you into conniptions. “Wha-what do you mean just, ‘okay’? I’ve been agonizing over how to tell you how I feel for-for ages! And all you have to say is ‘okay’?!”

The swordsman snorted. “Like words are the only thing that matters. Your actions speak for you, Y/N. I thought my actions made it clear that I--”

“...You what?” You blink, watching the spark of a blush rush vividly across the swordsman's’ cheeks.

“I-I love you, dammit! There. You happy now?”

The instant those words reached your ears, your smile bloomed like a sunflower. After all the ideas and voices and fears you’d heard today, you could hardly believe it--they were right! After all the years preparing for this moment, you could finally look someone in the eye and speak your truth. “I couldn’t be happier.”

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victorie552onepiecespeedrun · 4 years

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Reading One Piece part 90: Late And Long, I’m Sorry. Here, Have Some Villain’s Ranking

Chapter 309

Thoughts:

- Oh great, we lost

- Where were you, you four, when Foxy was being annoying, huh. Eh

- Ok, two more rounds to go… Somehow I think Straw Hats will loose and pull some old tradition stuff on why they can’t give a crewmate to Foxy Pirates (and punch Foxy in the face while we’re at it). Or they’ll just plain up leave like nothing happened, that’s an option too I guess

- Or, wait, maybe the game will be interrupted???? There’s no way someone will actually go away, right

- (^this^ fragment was written good five days ago. Congratulation Foxy, you’re officially the worst villain in this manga for now. Why? Well, while I’m generally not fond of villains, just not my cup of tea, you, Foxy, are the only one who made a real life impact, for you made me abandon my blog for a whole WEEK (or something). I’m on a schedule here, man, chapter 1000 won’t slow down for me!

- I’m somehow really bummed out by all that cheating and losing that happened right now, which is weird. Like, I know it should go 1 lost, 1 win for Straw Hats and then Luffy will carry the whole thing and I KNOW I shouldn’t expect much from ladies in shounen manga but I just… Losing is bad and I don’t like it, what can I do

- If you’re interested in how I rank One Piece villains:

Foxy is, as explained above, the worst.

Wapol is close second, for he gave me hope for redemption and then crushed my dreams and laughed in capitalism.

Enel/Eneru can’t decide how he wants to be called and it’s a cardinal sin in my book (he also usurped my man Gan-Fall and his police state(?) country situation was messed up beyond belief).

Arlong was the worst and what he did to Nami and her village should not be mentioned.

Don Krieg… I’m honestly surprised I remember him, with all the Sanji and Gin’s stuff that was happening in Baratie arc.

There was an evil lady in chapter 2 but the version I saw was in Spanish so I don’t really get her deal? Also it was only one chapter? Well, she’s with Buggy now and apparently the brain of the team. She… exists. I’m so sorry evil lady

Buggy didn’t impress me but he gets bonus points for giving us that beloved “Zoro’s A Loyal First Mate” content (and the dog content. My, how I cried at the dog). But my understanding is he’ll be a comic relief from now on? Good for you buddy!

Kuro actually SCARED me for a second, before I realized they generally don’t kill people in this manga.

Crocodile was the Best Villain. His evil plan was decent (as in genius for most part but fell apart at the end), his mafia people strong and with personalities. His introduction ominous. I hated him, and I loved that I hated him. He was pure classy evil, and exactly what I want from an evil guy in a manga. Cruel, disregarding his men, but falsely polite and nice conversationist – yes to everything. And he made me laugh few times! That win against him really felt like a WIN you know. And there are One Piece world repercussions to that win! How could I rank him anything but #1! 10/10 would love to see Luffy fake-murder him again.

- Other villains don’t matter for I don’t remember them

- Alright, time to stop stalling and go to the actual chapter. Ugh. Deep breaths. Remember, there should be Zoro and Sanji content now. Do it for Franky. Riiiiight now)

- WHY DID YOU LOSE STRAW HATS

- Oh, so he slowed them down! I thought it was a normal laser beam but no, there’s some time stuff involved?

- “It is an atom that was not yet discovered by the scientists” so you made it up, got it

- “anything it hits will slow down” now that is an explanation

- Is Foxy … an idiot? This warms my heart actually. Like, yeah, you’re an idiot, you had it coming for ruining my fun (Will there ever be a villain I will actually like at first sight? Some people Like villains. )

- (Maybe I’m just not into mafia. There’s a lot of mafia in One Piece)

- Yes, yes, Foxy won. Now what

- THEY TAKE A CREW ALREADY?????????? NOT AFTER ALL THREE MATCHES?????

- WHO

- ‘me to me: Just scroll down woman’

‘also me to me: *unholy screeching*’

- NOOOOO, NOT CHOPPER HE BABY

- …they took him Because he’s a baby. A rare pet baby, specifically. Messed up stuff

- Zoro???

- Those Foxy masks look stupid

- “I only went because Luffy asked!” Chopper ;_; Didn’t all of them go to be pirates cause Luffy asked? Well, not Robin, but she’s a pirate Because of Luffy, sooo…

- ZORO!

- I love Zoro

- and that’s how Chopper stopped crying :) (this is a genuine :). I’m smiling right now :D)

- “We have to retrieve our emergency food friend” you have a way with words, Sanji. But Zoro made you feel better too, right

- Ok, second match will start in a minute. It’s just Zoro and Sanji for this round now

- “I hope they won’t end up fighting each other” oh god, that’s exactly what’ll happen, won’t it

- Lol what

- You’re a great ball, Sanji

- Showmen, these Foxy Pirates

- They’re… big

- I love Zoro

Me: *points at Zoro and Sanji menacingly* Do not blow this for us.

rOP 89 rOP 91

#one piece #one piece speed read #oh god they'll lose too won't they #NO I Choose To Believe #this is why I don't watch sports #or anything live really #I get stressed something will go wrong for performers and can't watch #but #why does this happen to me in a MANGA #I love Zoro so much you don't even know #at this point he's Luffy's speakman #when Luffy starts looking all funny and falls silent #Zoro speaks #ok it happened exacly once just now but #*slaps table* IT'S A LAW!#when Luffy falls silent sh*t goes down #apropo villains #actually Crocodile was STRONGER than Luffy during their fight #all the time #but Luffy was MORE STUBBORN #I actually don't expect to catch up for chapter 1000 #BUT I SURE WANT TO BE FUTHER THAN CHAPTER 309!#I'm thinking 500-600?#maybe #school will start soon #spoilers #have a nice day #please do it will make MY day #genuine :) is rare #rOP 90

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So, I had jokingly talked to @princesstadashi a few times about an AU where everyone’s age was the same except for Ezra’s. I’d say he would be around 7 in this au, still had his parents taken from him on Empire Day.

For a year, Ezra has been surviving on the streets of Lothal as an urchin. No one offers much sympathy for him and he holds the heartbreaking belief in his head that his parents were taken from him because he must have been bad.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t try being good from time to time, like saving a fruit vendor from having his goods wrongfully stolen by Stormtroopers with a stolen communicator, a few rocks, and a decent impression of some deep voiced officer. He got a piece to eat for free as thanks that time.

During the weapons raid, Ezra manages to sneak inside one of the crates in his attempt to snag some food. Turns out it was a weapons crate. Cue chase scene where he is stuck inside a crate Zeb took and is terrified for dear life. By the time he gets out of the crate, he is on Ghost and the entire crew is staring bug-eyed that ‘Oh dear GOD, there’s a stowaway and he’s a kid!’

The thing is, they all think he is some random kid with parents out of their minds with worry. And Ezra is all ‘sure, let’s go with that’ and is secretly screaming on the inside like ‘they’ll find out I was lying and they’ll be ever more mad at me!’

As much as they want to return him to his ‘family’, the Ghost crew has already been sighted by Imperial forces and they have no choice but to do the rendezvous and mission first.

Hera takes to Ezra instantly, but not for his skills that were shown in canon. He’s a little kid and is a gold mine of questions she more than willingly answers for him. She gets the impression that he is intelligent, if a little shy.

Sabine isn’t too impressed by him; after all, he ends up adding to their load with his presence. She can’t help but think that his parents will end up killing them when they return the boy. If they’re able to.

Zeb is gruff, hates having his personal space invaded and can’t wrap his head around why the kid is treating him like a giant stuffed animal! Ezra’s only complaint is that the Lasat smells awful.

Chopper is neutral towards him. He doesn’t think they’ll see him again after the day is over and gets irritated when the boy keeps poking him for no reason.

Kanan, for reasons he doesn’t understand yet, feels that there is something strange about the stowaway boy. He keeps his distance from Ezra because of this, which is fine for the boy because Kanan kind of scares him too.

The weapons stolen from the Imperials is sold in exchange for food that the crew distributes at a resettlement camp while Ezra senses Kanan’s lightsaber in his room. He just gets his hands on the thing when he hears Kanan shout:

“Don’t touch that!”

Kanan doesn’t see a Force-sensitive kid. He sees an idiot boy with his hands on a very dangerous weapon now put it down right now young man before you lose an eye! When Ezra absentmindedly mentions that he could hear it, then Kanan gets scary.

“Stay out of my room. Don’t touch that again!”

Because Kanan is now thinking that the chances of the kid staying under the radar forever are slim if the Empire discovers him. He tells Hera and realizes that they might need to help Ezra get relocated somewhere safer too. Another thing to add to their list that they refuse to ignore.

If Ezra wasn’t scared of Kanan then, he was now.

During the rescue mission that turned out to be a trap, Ezra overhears Hera attempting to communicate with the other members on the enemy ship and decides to head out there and warn them himself. Cue Hera having a heart attack when she sees he is gone and the rest of Ghost thinking Hera sent a 7 year old to risk his life to warn them.

Ezra gets captured right as they reach Ghost and he demonstrates his Force powers for the first time, disarming the guards and saving Zeb from being shot, giving him the chance to escape. No one is happy with the outcome and turn around immediately to rescue the kid. Zeb bangs his head against a wall the entire way back.

Kallus learns of the Force sensitive child in custody and decides that ‘reeducating him’ would make him a useful asset for the Empire. He attempts to get information about Ghost from Ezra, but he doesn’t budge. He does almost cry in front of the officer, though and Kallus thinks that he’ll be easy to break.

The Inquisitor will be pleased to have a Force-sensitive child in his grasp.

At the same time, Ghost returns and everyone is battling through Stormtroopers because they are not going to leave a little kid behind. That’s not their way. Kanan is fighting especially hard, replaying the last time the two of them spoke in private and wincing more and more at the memory. I shouldn’t have been so harsh, he thinks, I’ll make it up to him somehow.

Ezra pulls the same ‘my uncle’s the Emperor’ trick and while the guards outside his cell don’t care that some little brat is their prisoner, they get nervous when Ezra threatens to ruin them - and maybe Ezra inadvertently uses the Jedi mind trick on them with the correct phrasing - and they go inside. Cue Ezra using the Force again to disarm them of their blasters.

Ezra has only been fending for himself for a year, so he doesn’t think of air vents to sneak through. Instead, he slowly starts realizing that he can do stuff like move things without touching them or mind control. So he uses the mind trick again to convince the guards that they are escorting him to his stuff, and then to a ship he can escape in. For extra measure, he has one of his ‘guards’ send a false report of a breach in the upper hangers - inadvertently making it easier for Ghost to land.

That’s when he bumps into Ghost and it takes several repetitions of ‘Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!’ from Ezra to prevent two dead Stormtroopers. There is no small amount of relief from Zeb, Sabine and Kanan to see the kid unharmed and maybe Sabine pulls him into a tight hug that makes Ezra wish she wouldn’t let go. Zeb still punches the troopers, though no one is upset, and he doesn’t mind that the kid hugs his leg. They decide to bring one of the soldiers as a prisoner for information.

Kallus appears, now pissed that the kid is out of his cell and the Inquisitor will kill him for not delivering the promised apprentice he had just told him about. Ghost escapes and it’s happy reunion for all.

Kanan catches Ezra alone while Zeb interrogates their prisoner and learns about where the Wookies are really being sent. Its awkward for both of them. Ezra still sees him as the scary guy on the team and Kanan has no idea how to talk to children.

“Hey...kid...look, about earlier...when I saw you holding that...and you said you heard it calling to you...”

“He’s saying he’s sorry!” Sabine shouted from the hallway. Kanan is flustered, but it did the job of calming Ezra down and looking at the older man in a less intimidating light. Kanan tries to discuss with Ezra a plausible story to tell his parents when they drop him off and Ezra lets it slip that he lives by himself. There isn’t time to unpack the comment because Ghost landed at the coordinates their prisoner informed them of.

The Wookie rescue goes as well as it did in canon - aside from the Ghost crew getting simultaneous heart attacks when Ezra slips from their sight to rescue the child Wookie. Kanan reveals himself to be a Jedi and is ready to murder Kallus when he tries to shoot down Ezra and the Wookie child. They escape and Ezra leaves the room after watching the child reunite with their parent.

The crew offers to walk Ezra back to his house, but he waves them off. He reaches his tower in Lothal, having stolen Kanan’s Holocron instead and accidentally activates it. That’s when Kanan shows up and gives his little “You can stay here or come with us” speech and disappears. In canon, Ezra is amazed by the stealth hi/bye and with the knowledge that he was helping a Jedi. In this au, Ezra is a seven year old boy who lost his parents and believes it was because he was bad. He’s not impressed and becomes hysterical when Kanan pulls this trick.

The Ghost crew is about to leave, since they all realized that Ezra was lying about his parents, but Kanan decides to check himself. He comes back carrying Ezra in his arms like a parent holding a child, sobbing into his shoulder while Kanan mouths “Help me” to Hera. It takes a while to calm the kid down and when he hears that they weren’t going to leave him behind, he’s almost catatonic with shock at the news.

Kanan doesn’t even finish asking Ezra if he wants to learn to be a Jedi when the kid shouts “YES! YES! YES!” And then has to deal with the kid glomping him while the others laugh.

As if the cosmos had decided that he needed to be humiliated even further, Kanan is the one who ends up having Ezra as a roommate instead of Zeb - Zeb is both relieved and disappointed, the kid was growing on him - and therefore his babysitter.

That night, Kanan and Ezra are about to knock off.

“Night kid,” Kanan yawned.

“Night Daddy.”

Kanan suddenly realizes with terror, amusement, and joy that they didn’t just get a new crew member. Ghost gave the boy a family and Kanan as his father.

#star wars rebels #au #baby ezra #space family #fluff #zeb orrelios #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #sabine wren #chopper #agent kallus

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theangrypokemaniac · 5 years

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Ma and Pa James's Second Biggest Fan (we plough a lonely furrow) continues to find Ma Jess's appeal mystifying, since everything about her is negative:

1. Signing up for Team Rocket suggests someone of a morally dubious character to start with, but the truth lies in the clothing, and she's in black!

Black!

It's code for her personality:

• Jessie wears white:

Pure, beautiful, innocent, sweet-natured, not really bad, dealt a severe hand in life but a fighter.

• Cassidy wears black:

EVIL!!! EVIL, EVIL, EEEEEEVUL!!! FOUL SIRENIC TEMPTRESS!!! EVIL HEARTLESS BITCH STEALING JAMES'S NEVER-BEFORE-SEEN WEEPINBELL!!!

Speaking of which:

2. She was Madame Boss's best agent.

You don't get there being kind.

To reach that standing requires hundreds of successful heists, and we aren't talking nicking gold bars. It's living things.

How many Pokémon do you imagine she stole with merciless efficiency?

How many children did she set upon, pinching every animal they had?

How many innocent lives did she ruin by depriving kids of the pets they loved, never to see them again, eaten away with the not-knowing and the false hope?

The glory of her reign ran on the fuel of blood and tears.

What fate do you envision awaited those Pokémon? It's not exchanging one master for another, it's entering slavery.

Jessie and James aren't the epitome of Team Rocket. They are minnows on the outskirts, despised and mocked by most of their fellow members. The actual group isn't particularly famous for prioritizing Pokémon welfare.

The preferable outcome is being handed out to agents to help catch other victims. Otherwise it's transformation into a war machine, forced to fight on and on to the point of exhaustion and death, no doubt tortured and tested on to boot.

What happens if they don't come up to scratch or are pushed for years until too aged and broken to be of any use? Are Team Rocket ready to pension them off to animal sanctuary?

As if. It's euthanasia or on to the streets to waste away, if not fed to the strongest first.

Ma Jess knew this and worse occurred thanks to her, yet paid it no mind, and felt not a single twinge of guilt in that time of service, then met her end trying to draw another Pokémon into imprisonment.

Some might say it was a case of what goes around, comes around. As her behaviour led to God knows how many Pokémon dying alone, leaving their loved ones to wonder and grieve, so in turn did she die alone in the snow, and Jessie had to carry on without her.

I'm not against Ma Jess, I neither feel like or dislike, but I don't understand how so many fans can happily overlook her murky past of inflicting pain, instead elevating her to a semi-divine tragic heroine, yet apparently Ma and Pa's heinous offences of not stealing and treating Pokémon well are beyond forgiveness.

3. It's the Red Ribbon Army! Save yourselves!

Jessie joined Team Rocket to follow in Ma's footsteps. James went with her. Both moved (upwardly in scale, downwardly in morals) from Sunny Town's gang of petty thief kids to a complex Mafia organisation stretching its wriggling tentacles around the world to crush the air from its lungs.

Why? Ma Jess's baleful influence led the two down that path.

Of course Jessie wants to copy Ma, how and where else can she feel close to her?

There's not even a grave to visit!

Rising in the ranks and Giovanni's favour is both to strike it rich and take her place, becoming Ma in essence. That would make her proud, which is all Jessie ever wanted.

What alternative is there? Stay with Chopper and Tyra forever, ekeing an existence pickpocketing and shoplifting, until mortality comes calling sooner than is welcome, or get loaded quickly and retire early?

James theoretically could've gone home at this point, but when it came to which angry redhead he preferred to beat him up, he chose Jessie.

He was henceforth obliged to go whenever she led, even if it meant following the ghost of her mother into the jaws of evil.

They have an excuse, but what was Ma's for getting involved?

However much they boast and revel in their wickedness, the motto proves the couple still believe themselves on a noble quest, despite everything to the contrary, and why?

Jessie isn't about to accept that Ma Jess, whom she's probably idolized as one of few people to love her and a role model of how a woman should be, was nasty or unpleasant. If she was in Team Rocket, it must be good, whatever the outer appearance.

Except Jessie and James are bad at being bad. They are not master criminals. All their plans fail, rendering them poor and starving in consequence. The inner circle of Team Rocket will always be barred to them because they lack the inner darkness it requires.

The joke is they flourish in any other occupation, whether that be Salon Rocquet, reporters, or flogging merchandise and food at the League. If employed elsewhere they'd be better off, but they have to stay because Jessie can't let go, or bear the thought she might be a disappointment to her mother's name. A different career looks unworthy by comparison.

What, so Ma and Pa have got no son because of Ma Jess? They just wanted him to be a gentleman!

If she hadn't set such a terrible example to her daughter she might have an increased quality of life, but then had she done so Ma wouldn't be dead in the first place.

4. Can't pick 'em can she?

What was it that first attracted Ma to Windy Miller? Does she go for the rustic charm, or the promise of a lifetime's supply of bread to feed the abundance of babies planned?

Don't do it, Ma! He's an alky!

Some birds are like that you see. It's the maternal instinct gone haywire. They find a local reprobate and somehow decide he's really a damaged soul crying out for love, the scapegoat of a cruel society.

He's not evil, he's just misunderstood!

This is why you get nutters wanting to marry the Yorkshire Ripper: they put his 'mischief' down to bad women mistreating his gentle heart, but they of course are devoted to his happiness. They can change him.

You don't know him like I do!

In their fantasy, under the influence of a 'proper' woman he'll transform in to a flower-picking hippie, but not too much, they still like him to be dangerously 'manly' (keeps 'em on their toes), then they can feel smugly superior and more truly female than the 'lesser' breed who failed to tame his sexy pashuns.

And if there's one thing Windy has in abundance, it's raw animal magnetism.

Stop it, Ma! You can't help those who don't want helping!

She put up with the boozing, the flour dust and his somewhat limited communication skills, but what really let him down was the company he kept.

Ever after she would insist Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grub led him astray. That's firemen for yer.

Cuthbert? That name's died out.

Sure enough, some point after Ma Jess was stuffed up the spout, old Windy legged it back to Camberwick Green, like the rascal he is, and not a sweet penny piece did she receive in maintenance, the bastard.

At least Ma James got pregnant by a man who stood by her.

She wasn't married to Windy Miller!

Oh, you mean they were living over the brush? I see.

It's all in your head!

Do it my way, and we have Pa Jess. Do it yours, and we're back to a cavernous emptiness. Unless you can supply a picture of the 'real' (pffft) Pa Jess, this is the best available.

Anyway, 'Jessie Miller' just sounds right.

Coincidence? I think not.

5. She went to look for Mew dressed like this.

I could forgive it had she gone in her normal uniform, that's just whimsy, but to have made some effort emphasises that it's not enough!

Some part of her understood a mountain might be a bit parky out, but this was deemed sufficient coverage!

What happened?

She bloody died didn't she?!

6. Ma Boss points the way to doom.

Ma Jess was at least loyal to the mistress she served, but it was a wasted dedication. She squandered her life obeying a heartless virago who could cast aside apparently valued staff without a qualm, whatever thanks she owed them.

The millions Ma Jess accumulated for Madame are probably uncountable, yet she was so worthless that, when dispatched to the mountain, on her own, expected to catch a Legendary Pokémon, by herself, which many doubted even existed, and wasn't likely to come quietly, or put up with orders, but then didn't come back, Madame Boss allowed her only child to sink into poverty and the infamous 'care' of the State.

Everyone knows what goes on there. Entering a home has replaced the workhouse as the place of dread.

Jessie might have been killed or attacked and it didn't remotely concern Madame Boss, unwilling to spare a meagre fraction of her massive fortune to give the girl she made an orphan any comfort or security.

What did she matter? Her mother failed. Why reward that?

In her turn, Jessie became just as obsequious to an undeserving master, who went further than his mama and actively tried to murder her, and still she suffers to please him.

Team Rocket devoured her mother, and now it's swallowed her.

Oh, and Madame Boss got her way upon discovering Mew's fossil, so Ma Jess died for nothing.

7. This.

I'm not surprised Mew wouldn't go with Ma. She probably sensed the vivisection awaiting, and didn't give a toss about the avalanche in revenge.

Mew hasn't got where she is today falling for any old shallow promises from a stranger, thank you.

Suppose the mission had worked, with Mew caught and gift wrapped for Madame's delectation: what then?

Perhaps Mew's power, proving so impressive, would've pushed any cloning scheme aside, leaving Mewtwo unborn and Mew as the mightiest weapon. Or in greed Madame Boss demands more, and in arrogance the scientists promise the earth, the seas and the heavens.

Mew I could see subjected to some non-lethal form of dissection, just to understand how she ticked, that is if they could build the cage to hold her.

As they couldn't, and catching Mew was never a possibility, then Ma Jess's sacrificed herself on a fool's errand, which was obviously one from the outset. If Mew was easy to handle she'd have been captured long before now.

Either Ma dies, Mew's safe, but Madame Boss starts the cloning scheme anyway, or Ma's victorious, Mew is a tool of Team Rocket and the scientists have more sample to experiment upon. Mewtwo is still made, alongside short-lived creations and dozens of unseen freakish abominations preceding.

Now Mewtwo isn't what you call at peace with himself, nor has he received a particularly wholesome experience. One could think Ma indirectly caused that. Her branch of the project may have fizzled to cinders but she still played her role.

What would her legacy have been but to help bring forth the being that wiped out mankind? Where's the future for Jessie when there isn't one?

It's not her fault, but she died in the name of cloning a biological disaster, the creation of synthetic life leading to the destruction of it all.

8. Let's have a gander at Ma in the anime:

• Can afford rent.

• Can afford a tray.

• Can afford crockery.

• Can afford condiments to add flavour to food.

• Can't afford any actual food.

Something's wrong there.

I intended to include affording clothes too, but now I'm not so sure.

I never took Ma to be a brown-all-over kind of woman. At least she gave the fancy stuff to Jessie.

For years I've assumed she wore a brightly coloured jacket, but now I suspect it's a red one heavily patched up, because buying a replacement isn't an option.

Really old clothes are being mended with whatever can be salvaged from even more worn-out clobber.

Best agent Madame Boss has and she's practically living in her own filth.

Team Rocket takes care of its own, eh?

Oh no, let's not get a proper job, one that allows me to provide for my daughter and doesn't ask for my life. Let's stay in this one!

9. Look at Jessie's face!

By her own admission, being tricked into eating snow is the best thing that ever happened to her during an 'otherwise wretched childhood', to the extent she doesn't know it was wrong!

I don't hear Ma and Pa doing that. The only ice James got was an ice-cream sandwich.

What kind of infancy did Ma Jess give the girl for her to be nostalgic about almost dying of malnutrition?

If we say that's a foster mother as in the sub, it means Jessie's fondest memory is after Ma died, which is too brutal for me.

Yeah, thank goodness she's snuffed it.

You think Ma might have taught her not to eat snow! She left her so ill-prepared!

Consequently the sub version makes Ma Jess an awful creature, although I don't see why that Jessie would so desire to mimic a mom she apparently doesn't care about.

10. She's not even bloody here!

I have no picture to signify absence, therefore I must show whom she left behind.

Ma Jess is Pokémon's answer to Bobba Fett: background figure, barely involved, no information, dies early, yet became a fan favourite nevertheless.

If nothing really exists, what is there to like? Why are you contented weaving smoke?

When Rocketshippers put forward the manga as proof, the Anti-Ships used to insist that it 'didn't count' for being set in a 'separate universe'.

If that still goes, and only the contents of the anime apply to the anime, well then it's bye-bye to Ma Jess and Madame Boss, because they aren't real either.

I sometimes think that's true. However traumatic, would Jessie not have acknowledged her mother by now otherwise?

We grasp the characters all had two parents in a nebulous fashion, although not being real people means they don't 'technically' need them, but Ma Jess is the only one who vanished to be granted a face. Why is she then ignored?

She's briefly glimpsed in a passing scene of a single episode of the first series and is never seen or referenced again. The sub doesn't even have that. Where was the use in creating her if only to leave that thread of the tale billowing in the breeze?

We may decide her actions affect Jessie's but we're only imprinting assumptions. She might as well have remained unwritten for all that's made of her.

What we can glean doesn't bode well, irrespective of things left unmentioned.

Her one redeeming deed was dying, thus at least she didn't choose to abandon Jessie. We may presume she'd have stayed with her girl given the chance.

By my reckoning that puts her as Fifth-Best Mother Of Pokémon, behind Ma Brock, Ma James, Dame Ketchum and Ma Boss, in that order.

Then they're those who claim she never died, so she just pissed off like everyone else, rendering her devoid of a single positive quality.

This is the woman you sigh and agonise over for decades.

Ma and Pa are right there, man! Show 'em some love!

#team rocket #ma jessie #jessie's mom #jessie #jessie's dad #madame boss #mewtwo #kanto #snow way out!#the birth of mewtwo

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ks-caster · 5 years

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One Last

Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Tashigi, Zoro, Strawhats

Notes: This story centers on the idea that Tashigi looks like Kuina because she’s basically inhabiting her body - the corpse was reanimated through science. Discovering that she’s basically a zombie, Tashigi attempts to kill herself, only to fail repeatedly due to her excellent design. She is adopted/kidnapped by the strawhats and attempts to deal with her ensuing depression and identity crisis.

First chapter and outline are under the cut.

Roranoa Zoro was having a very bad day. He had gotten lost and had to ask for directions three times in the so far, as he wandered around on the rather uninteresting spring island, where they had docked to resupply. He had been searching for most of the morning, and still hadn’t been successful at locating a good bar that sold drinks for less than the ridiculous prices being charged everywhere he looked. He had run into Luffy twice, who was also short on cash, and looking just as unsuccessfully for cheap food. He had failed to convince Nami that three-hundred percent interest was unfair. He had been forced to knock out a troop of Navy goons and a police-man. He didn’t know what he wanted more: a drink or a nap.

Roranoa Zoro was having a very bad day, and in the course of half a second as he caught sight of a particular face, it got a whole lot worse.

“Hello Zoro,” Tashigi greeted him civilly, if perhaps with a degree of frostiness that he assumed meant she wished she has her sword with her. Her Shigure was nowhere in sight, and she was dressed in a pink and gold sundress that looked like it had been sewn out of an enormous handkerchief. It had one strap over her right shoulder, and came down to either just above or just below her knees, depending on which part of the uneven hemline was being measured.

She was wearing high-heeled strappy sandals much like Nami’s and she looked a lot prettier than he remembered. He blinked hard.

“Hello, Navy girl,” he responded a bit more waspishly than he had intended. She looked at him disconcertingly over the tops of her glasses.

“Are you busy?” she inquired unexpectedly. He shook his head, a bit thrown. She jerked her thumb toward a bar and grill behind her.

“Come and have a drink with me then,” she invited, sounding rather offhand.

“Uh,” he started, unsure what to make of her weird change in character.

“My treat,” she offered, slightly altering the angle of her head and the shape of her eyes until her expression conveyed that she really did want him to have a drink with her.

“Alright then,” he responded guardedly, just as Nami and Robin strode up, arms full of shopping bags from clothing stores.

“Oh hey Zoro!” exclaimed Nami, “come over here and help us carry these!”

“Not now!” he shouted in irritation.

“Oh, are you busy?” Nami all but squealed, noticing Tashigi for the first time, but apparently not recognizing her.

“We were just going for a drink!” Tashigi called to her. “Come join us, if you like. I’m buying.”

Nami did like; free drinks were always categorized under ‘like,’ and Robin brought up the rear as the four of them filed into the restaurant.

To general surprise, the rest of the crew was already seated at a large corner table, Luffy scarfing down snacks like there was no tomorrow, and Sangi flirting with a curly-haired barmaid. Tashigi strode over to them and plopped down in an empty chair, and Zoro, Nami and Robin took their seats as well.

“Hey,” Tashigi called to a man who appeared to be in charge. She handed him a stack of bills and told him to take anything they all ate or drank from that money until it ran out, and then cut them off.

“Whoa, really?” exclaimed Luffy.

“When it’s gone, it’s gone though,” she warned him.

“Hey, thanks lady!” he said with a grin, and after that, there was a scramble of everyone placing orders so they’d get what they wanted before Luffy ate his weight in Tashigi’s gift money. Zoro wasn’t shy about ordering a whole keg; after all, regardless of her motives, he planned on having his much-wanted drink now that he had the opportunity.

Tashigi didn’t seem to mind either, because when they had emptied the keg, she ordered another, and then a third. She, Zoro, Nami and Sangi all got rather tipsy, and Luffy Chopper and Usopp, though drinking soda, were acting equally silly, with chopsticks up Chopper’s nose as per usual, and Sangi trying to get Robin to drink more. Robin, oddly considering she was drinking the same beverage as Tashigi, Zoro, Nami and Sangi, did not seem any different than usual.

“So what’s with the free booze?” Zoro asked, much more warmly now that the party atmosphere had gotten into his blood with the alcohol.

“I didn’t feel like drinkin’ alone,” the naval officer slurred as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, raising her mug a bit shakily to toast.

“And you’re not arresting us because…?” Robin prompted, sipping daintily at her drink.

“I’m on vacation,” Tashigi replied, waving her hand around nonchalantly, “so I don’t have to, and I couldn’t if I wanted to andIdon’twanttosothere! Cheers to the yummy food!”

“Here, here!” bellowed Luffy, Usopp and Sangi, and everything continued as before, with Nami absently counting up what their refreshments cost and wondering just how much Tashigi had forked over if they hadn’t been cut off yet. The only noticeable difference was that Robin suddenly seemed as drunk as any of them, and thus the one party-pooper was now part of the fun.

Time flew by and the sun climbed to its zenith. Nobody asked what their balance was, though really, the money had to run out some time, didn’t it?

Did it?

Luffy was in the middle of stuffing his face when the bartender finally came over looking slightly uncomfortable. He hadn’t even finished speaking when Tashigi whipped out her wallet.

“Another round!” she bellowed, thoroughly soused, and rather shakily threw it, only to have it caught by Zoro.

“Hold up a minute,” he cautioned, his voice not entirely steady either, but apparently more able to hold his liquor than his companion. “Don’t spend every cent!”

“Why not?” she wined, face flushed and mouth firmly pouting. Her glasses were a little askew, and to Zoro’s surprise, he saw that a pin was lose in her hair, letting a long black lock fall down almost to her elbow.

“You have long hair?” he asked, distracted.

“Yup,” she replied, completely forgetting the matter of the money. “A bit bending of the ol’ regulations and all that, but…” her eyes drifted to Luffy and Chopper, who were dancing on the tabletop. “I didn’t see them drink at all,” she mused.

“They don’t need to,” Zoro groused. “Everyone on this crew can act drunk on a moment’s notice without drinking anything stronger than lemonade. Well, except Robin.” The two of them stared as Robin and Nami were trying to make a house of cards out of the menus, laughing madly and building more out of Robin’s hands than anything else.

“Huh,” Tashigi grunted. “Well, I bet no one’s ever bored, at least.” Abruptly she stood, handed the bartender a fat tip.

“Thanks for the grub and booze,” she said amiably, and turned to the pirate crew, who mostly acknowledged her, if perhaps distractedly. After deliberating for a time and starting and stopping a few times to speak, she finally came out with, “Enjoy the rest of the eats,” and swept quickly from the building.

Outline

Chapter 1) Tashigi’s last drink

Chapter 2) Attempted suicide

Tashigi attempts to shoot herself in the head

She wakes up the next morning and thinks she missed; she even finds the hole in her ceiling.

She goes to a seedy potion shop and buys poison.

She drinks the poison and is puking up her guts, but then her body metabolizes it and she’s fine.

Frenzied, she slits her wrists and runs, bleeding, off the edge of a cliff.

Chapter 3) Rescue

Zoro finds her while he’s lost trying to get to the ship. It’s raining so he has Kuina’s funeral on the brain, and he’s really freaked when he finds her in a pool of her own blood. He convinces himself that the only reason he’s so desperate is because of Kuina.

He (with Sangi giving him directions) takes her back to the ship where Chopper looks her over and sees that her wounds are healed. She has a fever though.

She wakes up and doesn’t remember anything besides “I want to die.”

Chapter 4) Waking Up

She bonds with the crew little by little; they all grow attached to amnesia girl.

She can’t get used to being called Tashigi, since it’s not familiar to her. Zoro somehow says “Kuina,” and she likes it a lot, so she decides to name herself that. She does ask his permission though.

A man claiming to be her father comes along and asks her to go home with him. (He is really the creepy doctor who created her.)

Chapter 5) Past

She says she doesn’t want to hurt him by refusing to come with him, but she doesn’t even know him, so she asks if he wants to do dinner or something.

They go out to dinner and Sangi follows them and makes a row in the kitchen.

The doctor eventually gets fed up with her continually suggesting that she stay with the pirates and loses his temper, first shouting at her, then proclaiming her status as his finest creation, his last symphony, his magnum opus…

Sangi senses a damsel in distress from several rooms away and runs to the rescue, followed by Luffy who came to eat and Nami who came to make sure the boys didn’t cause trouble and Chopper and Zoro who came to look after Tashigi and everyone else who just came.

The pirates run the evil doctor off, but Tashigi faints.

She remembers everything.

Chapter 6) Truth

They bring her back to the ship and nobody knows she has her memories back.

She says goodbye to Zoro.

She leaves a note for everyone else.

They search for her but the trail goes cold.

Chapter 7)

Eventually they find her by chance waiting tables in a restaurant, and Zoro chases her.

She tells him everything.

He says his bit about it’s her body now and her life to live and everything.

They come back to the others and Tashigi is welcomed back into the crew.

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The Sting ~ A Star Wars Rebels Fanfic ~

Disaster strikes! Grand Admiral Thrawn has captured Maul, a valuable member of the Ghost Crew and mentor to the young Ezra Bridger! As the feared Imperial takes the Zabrak in for interrogation, Ezra and his friends set out to rescue him. Little do they know that Thrawn isn’t the only one with a trick up his sleeve...

Ezra stared in shock at the hologram, which showed the geometric symbol of Fulcrum. His face was pale with fear and his breathing was shallow and rapid. “Ezra? What’s wrong?” asked Kanan, sensing the boy’s fear. “Another transmission from Kallus,” Ezra murmured. “He...He said Maul’s been captured!” The rest of the Ghost Crew, who had joined him, all gasped in horror. “Damn it! I shouldn’t’ve sent him on that mission to Garel!” Hera groaned. “The Empire knows we have connections there!”

“Don’t blame yourself, Hera,” Kanan reassured her. “It was a risky task, after all,” “Yeah, but Kallus said the Empire only captured him!” Ezra pointed out. “Everyone else was just set free and they’re on their way back here!” Everyone was confused. “Ezra? Who captured Maul?” asked Hera slowly. “Kallus said it was...Grand Admiral Thrawn!” Ezra shuddered. “Oh, Force... We need to rescue him!”

“I agree! Who knows what Thrawn could do to him!” Sabine stood beside Ezra. “I’m with ‘em!” Zeb agreed. “So am I!” Hera joined them. Chopper beeped in agreement. “Kanan?” Everyone asked. Kanan gave a very long sigh. “I may not be on the best of terms with Maul, but the Empire shouldn’t keep him,” He murmured. “Alright! To the Ghost!” Ezra grinned. “Ezra, we’re on the Ghost!” Hera rolled her eyes. “Oh. Well...let’s do this!” Ezra did a fistpump. “For justice! For freedom! For-” “You’re overdoing it,” Sabine deadpanned.

Meanwhile, on the Chimera...

“Get your hands off me, Imperial Scum!” Growled Maul. He was strapped to a metal rack, Stormtroopers and probe droids on either side of him. The cell doors opened and two Imperials stepped in: Grand Admiral Thrawn and Captain Slavin. “Well look who it is, a spider in the web,” Murmured Thrawn. “You’re insane!” Growled Maul. “No, just sophisticated,” Thrawn replied. “I’m only one step away from discovering the planet that your Rebel allies use as their base, the name of which you will kindly tell me,”

“NEVER!” Spat Maul. “Never say never, my dear Maul,” purred Thrawn. “Wouldn’t you agree, Captain Slavin?” The captain simply smirked in a sadistic way. “You see, Maul, my trusted lieutenant here-” Thrawn uttered this sentence in a way that implied he and Slavin were something more than colleagues “-has armed those probe droids with a truth serum designed to affect even Force-users like you. You will tell me where the base of Phoenix Squadron is, whether you want to or not!”

Meanwhile, in the landing bay of the Star Destroyer...

Ezra Bridger and the Ghost Crew looked gratefully at Agent Kallus. It really helped to have an ally behind enemy lines. He had smuggled them in with little effort, as Thrawn and Slavin were occupied with the interrogation of Maul. “Where is Maul?” Asked Ezra, more than a little scared, although he tried to hide it. “Thrawn’s keeping him in one of the detention cells,” Kallus replied. “Follow me, I fear something terrible’s happening to him,” Suddenly, Lieutenant Lyste showed up. “What’s going on?” He asked.

Meanwhile, in the cell...

“Don’t try it!” Growled Maul, as the probe droid - carrying a syringe filled with a transparent fluid - hovered closer. “You won’t get a word out of me, you hear that? Not a single damn word! OW!” He yelped as the droid injected his arm. “He’ll talk now, Sir!” Slavin grinned wickedly. “I hope so,” Thrawn smiled. He tilted the man’s chin up as if teasing a kiss, before turning to Maul, still hurling insults at him. “Assassins! Tyrants! A...oh...ooooh...” His words faded into a delirious mumble. “Now then, Maul, we’re a bit more cooperative, aren’t we?” Thrawn purred. Maul nodded sluggishly, staring up at Thrawn with dazed eyes.

“Now, would you kindly tell me where the base of Phoenix Squadron is located?” Thrawn enquired. “Na...Naboo! Yeah, that was it!” Maul murmured. “Good,” Thrawn turned to Slavin. “Captain, set the hyperdrive coordinates for-” “Yep, the Battle of Naboo, ten years before the Clone War!” Maul exclaimed. “What!?” The two Imperials stared at him in amazement. “That was where I fought a Jedi!” Maul told them excitedly. “I was 22 years old! Whoo-wee, that was a fight worth seeing! Cost me an arm and a leg!” He giggled. “Or rather, both legs and no arms! Heeheehee!”

“What is the meaning of this?” Demanded Thrawn. “Err, he seems to be showing resistance, sir,” said the baffled Slavin. “I’ll give him another shot,” He did this. “Ouchy!” Squeaked the now very high Maul. “Now, please tell me where the Rebel base is,” said Thrawn politely. “Mandalore, behind enemy lines,” said Maul. “Are you sure?” Asked Thrawn. “1001 percent!” Maul replied confidently. “Finally,” Thrawn sighed.

“Yep, in the palace of Sundari!” Maul recounted. “It was there that I fought Pre Vizsla, then took his place as the leader of Death Watch! Ooh, he really lost his head over that!” He began giggling childishly. “Captain,” Thrawn was dripping with sarcasm. “Congratulations, your plan is a brilliant success!”

Meanwhile...

Ezra gave a sigh of relief. Finally, Kallus had managed to convince Lyste that they were prisoners being taken in for interrogation. He was beginning to worry that he’d have to use a Force kind trick on the Imperials, but luckily it hadn’t come to that and he was too worried about Maul to concentrate on it. “Kanan, I’m scared,” He whispered. Kanan gave his hand a little squeeze. “Hey, we’ll get him back, I know it,” He murmured. Ezra tried to swallow the lump in his throat as they approached the detention block.

Meanwhile, in the cell...

Captain Slavin had filled another syringe with truth serum and was watching Maul with baited breath. “Should I-?” He began to say, before Thrawn spoke. “Maul, are you finished?” He asked. Maul had apparently recovered from his laughing fit and asked, still a bit slurred: “Yee?” Thrawn, whose saint-like patience was beginning to wear off, asked yet again: “Where is the Rebel base?” “Why, it’s part of the Rebel band, of course!” Maul giggled.

Thrawn wasn’t as short tempered as his fellow Imperials, but this time, he pretty much lost it. “Sir?” Slavin asked nervously. Thrawn hissed under his breath. “Captain Marco Slavin,” He spoke with the voice of a tiger stalking its prey. “Unless you’re prepared to bear the shame of a demotion-” Slavin lost his nerve and freaked out, actually shrieking “Mommy!” and brandishing the nearest implement in self defence...which happened to be the syringe.

“Ow!” Yelped Thrawn, as the tip of the needle stabbed his elbow. Maul looked at Slavin with a lopsided smile. “Heheh, you poked him,” He said. “Thanks, I didn’t know that,” said the captain sarcastically. “Slavin, don’t stab me with that needle!” Thrawn winced, rubbing his elbow.

Ezra and the others, meanwhile, were right outside the cell. Kallus had redirected the Stormtroopers, giving them some precious time to rescue the Zabrak. Ezra decided to listen in on what was going on and what he heard blew his mind. “Was that syringe empty?” Asked Thrawn. “Uh, nearly, sir,” Slavin cringed. “You don’t feel bad, do you?”

“Bad? Me? Of course I’m bad!” Thrawn’s words were slurred slightly and it was clear that the truth serum had got to him. “Pah, you don’t know bad!” Maul boasted. “I’m an evil mastermind!” “Come now, you couldn’t possibly be as cunning as me,” Thrawn smirked. “What? I’m way badder than you, Mr Blue!” said Maul sassily. “Are not!” said Thrawn. “Am too!” “Are not!” “Am too!” Captain Slavin stared at his employer/crush and at Maul in disbelief. He couldn’t work out what in the world was going on.

“Tell him, Slavin!” Thrawn exclaimed, grabbing the man’s shirt (yet again). “Tell him I’m the baddest!” “He’s the baddest!” Slavin gabbled. “Tell him how I was going to fire you after I found the Rebel base!” “He was-what!?” Slavin squeaked. “Meh, that’s not so bad!” Shrugged Maul. “My master was so ashamed of me he replaced me with a vampire wizard! Now that’s bad!” “That’s nothing!” Scoffed Thrawn, as Slavin slowly backed away. “I beat up three students from my Academy and ditched my Southern then-crush for Marco!”

“Kanan, do you believe this?” asked Ezra as everyone listened, both unnerved and somewhat amused. “Nope,” said Kanan, shuddering slightly. They all heard a long “Pfffft!” noise and then Thrawn saying: “Nobody blows a raspberry at me! Take this! Pfffffffft!” “Sounds like we should intervene,” said Kanan, but before they could open the door, Slavin came running out of the cell. “Help! The Admiral’s gone crazy!” He yelled, waving his arms in the air as he fled down the hallway. “Oh, great! That’ll bring the Stormtroopers our way!” Kallus winced. “Better make it quick!”

Ezra entered the cell to find Maul and Thrawn, both under the influence of the truth serum, nose to nose and squabbling like schoolboys. “Are not!” “Am too!” “Am not!” “Are too!” “Hah! I win!” Maul grinned, then in a vague singsong. “I am the baddest!” “Come on, Maul, we’re taking you home!” said Hera sternly. Ezra removed Maul’s restraints with the Force as Thrawn pouted grumpily nearby. “Oh, Maul, what did he do to you?” He whimpered. Maul looked at Thrawn, muttered something about being in a timeout, then winked subtly at Ezra with a small, knowing smile.

Once the Rebels had escaped and the Ghost entered hyperspace, Maul flung his arms around Ezra in a tight hug. “Oh, my dear apprentice, did you think I’d gone crazy?” He asked. “Yeah,” Ezra mumbled, his head buried in Maul’s shoulder. “I almost went crazy, I thought you’d gone crazy!” “Well, I’m very much in the here and now,” said Maul reassuringly. “But how?” Asked Ezra. “They drugged you, I sensed it,” “Actually, they didn’t,” said Maul. “The syringe went in alright, but it was empty!” “What!?” Ezra gasped.

Meanwhile, back on the Chimera...

“What!?” Squawked Slavin. “Yes, Captain, you injected him with an empty syringe!” A much more lucid Thrawn glared furiously. “Didn’t you know that!?” “I couldn’t tell, the serum’s transparent!” Slavin squeaked. “But wait, how come you went loopy when you were injected?” “Because you actually filled the syringe that time!” Thrawn facpalmed. He sighed, sinking into his office chair. “Captain, I need a Vodka. This day is too bizarre even for me,”

“How on Lothal did Captain Slavin manage to do that?” Ezra was laughing now, more with relief than anything else. “I don’t know, truth be told,” Chuckled Maul. “My best guess is either his own incompetence got the better of him, or we have a good ally behind enemy lines. I believe you call him Kallus?” “Ah, that sneaky, fantastic man!” Zeb laughed. “Oh, Maul, I’m so happy you’re back!” Ezra smiled. “Me too,” Maul grinned, ruffling Ezra’s hair. “Not the first time I’ve orchestrated a sting operation, though. I’ve done this sort of thing once before. It was towards the end of the Clone Wars...” As he told his tale to a rapidly increasing audience, Kanan muttered through a facepalm: “Here we go again...”

MTFBWY <3

#darth maul #ezra bridger #agent kallus #grand admiral thrawn #captain slavin #the ghost crew #(too tired to tag them all XD)#ooof i enjoyed writing this #included some meta quotes too #*squee*#i love writing :3 #and let's face it #maul being high on truth serum would be kinda hilarious #evil strawberry #the new starkiller #mutton chops #sinister blueberry #silly sausage

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A Legacy Left Behind - Chapter 1 - Initial Encounters - Part 3

Central Command Center, Terra Atlantus - Antarctica

John was just finishing his cup of what felt like the best coffee in the world, after spending 12 days cooped up healing inside a stasis pod, according to the cute nurse who got him breakfast. He was only allowed a bowl of warm oatmeal and a glass of juice, but he managed to charm Natalie enough to take pity on him and smuggle him a coffee. He was sworn to secrecy on the pain of death. John had taken the oath solemnly.

The wave of urgency came from nowhere and everywhere at once and he was off the infirmary bed and running towards the centre of the building before it even registered he was moving. A startled nurse yelped and jumped out of his way and he hastily threw an apology over the shoulder, but didn't break stride.

He barreled into the control room with the Chair, without really realizing the mounting dread and chaos in the atmosphere. Nobody even noticed the scrubs clad Major until he was right in front of the Chair and focused on the petrified doctor who was clutching onto the Chair for his dear life. The people around Carson were shouting at him urgently to shut it the hell down.

"Get off the Chair. Now Doctor!" The barked command brokered no argument and Carson flew off the chair as if he was thrown off by an invisible force.

John was seated on it the moment doctor came off. The Chair brightened and inclined all the way like it had never done before, since it was discovered. The whole platform was bathed in a shimmering blue as the space above their heads was transformed into a translucent holographic display of the immediate vicinity outside the facility.

John had his eyes closed in concentration. In his mind's eye, he saw the scene of the impending doom of one General Jack O'Neill and his pilot inside the approaching Black Hawk. He stared in amazement at the amount of clear and precise details he was provided through his link to the Chair that housed the control core of the facility. The identities of the life signs, the flying object, speed, height, wind conditions, temperatures and all sorts of other minute data streamed into his mind, all neatly labeled. The warmth he had gotten very much familiar with during his days in the pod was insistent and apologetic in the back of his mind. John spared a second to send reassurance that it was not its fault and John was going to take care of it.

He focused on the squid-like missile that was on its way to annihilate the oncoming intruder. The missile was confident in the live lock it had on the intruder and was cheerfully informing Sheppard that the kill will be confirmed in 6.342 seconds.

John thanked the missile for its bravery and told it sternly to stand down now because this was not an intruder; but most certainly the leader of the Outpost. Therefore they needed to keep him alive and grant him unhindered entry.

The squid missile was skeptical. John was the princeps/primaria (leader/ primary), not the life sign inside the incoming flying object; the missile was quite sure.

OK! John spent another half a precious second to digest that bit of news and went back to his mental link to the missile. He confirmed that yes he was sure and the little missile must ABORT and RETURN TO BASE right now. No, it was not in trouble for anything and yes, John promised it would be sent out first the next time any invader showed up because it was a perfect little missile with top notch performance.

He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding when he felt the squid missile change course in an elegant, sweeping turn mid air, barely 10 yards from the chopper, and started a sedate run back towards the Outpost. He kept his mental link, sending praise and encouragement towards the little ball of destruction as he guided it back inside the building through the roof door and to the cradle on the platform. Then he gently laid it down as if it were a sleeping baby.

He disengaged from the Chair the moment he felt the missile go dormant and reclined it to a sitting position. He had been reacting on reflex until that point and as the surrounding glow and the last of the shimmering lights were fading away, he became aware that he had made a bit of a spectacle of himself.

Dr. Carson, Dr. Rodney the Hurricane and five other doctors and a few shell shocked Marines were all staring at him with their mouths half open and eyes bugging out their sockets. He gave them all a sweeping glance from left to right and broke into an abashed lopsided grin.

"The chopper is fine, it didn't crash or anything-The General should be here in about 6 minutes or so. And the missile won't take off again by accident if you want to keep studying it. I made sure of it," he reported to Dr. Carson because he was the only person he had spoken to before. He hoped that the Marines who were still staring at him in shock wouldn't come to their senses and arrest him for trespassing or something.

Dr. Hurricane managed to break away first from his astonishment and started grinning from ear to ear in a disturbing way.

"Of course! This is why it went through all those tantrums to get you here. That was quite good. You think maybe you made a record of it so I can study it frame by frame? Later of course, maybe as a side project." He gushed at John.

"See now I can start on these re-calibrations and run the diagnostics on the side at the same time. Oh yes, maybe get the crazy Czech to upload his maintenance wish list as well." He started clicking his fingers to himself and started to type at light speed on one of his laptops, muttering about the Lists and Schedules.

Carson recovered quickly upon hearing this and came instantly to his patient's defense once again. "Absolutely not, you daft bugger, the Major is still not released for duty and I need to keep him under observation for at least 12 more hours in the infirmary."

"Aye you look a bit pale already lad." The last comment was directed at John and if he was honest, John could feel a slight pressure build up behind his eyes and temples already.

He stood from the Chair and Carson moved to help him on reflex. That was a good thing because John swayed slightly on his feet and the doctor steadied him.

"Hello, Major Sheppard, I'm Dr. Elizabeth Weir. I'm the head of admin here and I would love to speak to you when Carson allows you visitors." John carefully shook the offered hand of the beaming Dr.Weir and replied an affirmative politely.

And then he let himself be herded away by Carson, to the relative safety of the infirmary. where John could hide away from the gleaming eyes and beaming smiles that were pointed at him from everywhere.

He heard one of the Marines finally letting out a loud relieved sigh and announcing that he was going to update McMurdo about the timely averted disaster, before walking away towards a phone mounted on a wall.

Defense Outpost - Antarctica

General O'Neill found himself inside the elevator, slowly grinding downhill to the central command of the Ancient Outpost not quite dead, as yet. He had left his shaken pilot above ground to collect himself and regroup. O'Neill hoped one of the soldiers above would give him a proper meal and may be some Valium. There were a few times that O'Neill had been concerned the kid might just finish the job the alien missile started; by the wobbly way he piloted the bird the rest of the journey. He was going to have to get someone else to chauffeur him back, he sighed to himself.

The elevator door opened down below to reveal the ecstatic and excited frame of Dr. Daniel Jackson. He was beaming from ear to ear and grabbed the General by the shoulder and propelled him along towards the inner building when the General did not move fast enough for him.

"Oh, Jack, That was just brilliant! We got this bright and live holo-display on the ceiling and we saw everything! I mean everything with sound effects to boot! It even had your weight and the pulse rate on display -it was crazy- One moment this bad boy was zooming in on you to blow you up and then it just turns around, cool as you please and just comes strolling back in! You just had to see it Jack. I think McKay was asking for a recording, so you might just get to see it!"

"Gee Daniel, I'm so glad my imminent death was such a source of entertainment for you." Said the General mildly.

"Oh no. I mean, no it wasn't. Of course not." Jackson fidgeted, pushed his glasses up his nose briefly and looked appropriately contrite for about a half a second.

"But Jack, you didn't die and the Major saved you just in time! You know what this means, right? Think of the treasure trove of data he can dig up for us! Finally we can make some meaningful headway in locating Atlantis!" And he was back to bright-eyed bushy-tailed Fan-Girling excitement.

"We will let the man recover and talk to him first before we go hard wiring his ass to an Ancient thing-a-ma-jig, eh Jackson?" He patted the overly excited scientist on the shoulder and continued sedately towards the people who were waiting to give him a proper report. He hoped.

He went around the central command and continued his way towards the bigger and open area they had converted to a conference room. As predicted, Dr.Weir, Dr. McKay, Lt. Ford and Sergeant Marks were waiting for him. Jackson went around O’Neill to join the expectant and beaming faces and turned towards him, completing the united front.

This should be good, Jack O’Neill mused privately.

"Welcome to Terra Atlantus General O'Neill-I would ask how your journey here was, but we all know that it was eventful. It was a genuine accident and we managed to avert the disaster in time thanks to our newest addition, Major Sheppard. I do apologize on behalf of the team for the scare, General."

Ever the diplomat, Weir didn't waste time extending her warm and happy welcome, heartfelt apology and the main objective of this little meeting all in one breath, punctuated with a warm toothy smile.

He nodded at her but turned his attention to the young Lieutenant who was holding himself at painfully rigid attention.

"Please unlock yourself from that painful stance and tell me what happened, Ford?" He waved a hand at the Marine and took the seat at the head of the long table, signaling everybody to sit and get on with it.

The Lieutenant went to a parade rest and relaxed marginally.

"Sir, the Drs McKay and Beckett were attempting a system check with the Chair and the Drs. Gordon and Sommers were occupied with the inert missile. Then the missile went online and took off through the roof. According to Dr. McKay, this was probably due to poor or confusing mental link generation. Then the Major intervened and managed to recall the bogey back to base and store it. He informed us that it was safe from any unscheduled flights again. Sir." He sat down ramrod straight, once finished with the succinct account.

“Yes, yes, I have told him many times to concentrate properly. But seeing as he was the only one who could make the thing work, I had to get him on it. Those power readings were all over the place and I had to make sure we didn't blow up or implode. If he had just given me the Major instead of himself, I'm sure we wouldn't have launched a live missile at you -” added McKay impatiently.

“- Accidentally.” He remembered to tag in.

"Are they stable now? Are we about to explode or implode?" At McKay's confused look O'Neil sighed to himself.

"The power readings you were just now worried about Doc? It is still wonky or stable?" He asked with great patience.

"What? Wonky? Of course they are stable now. In fact, the power levels throughout the whole structure have leveled out and distributed for maximum efficiency."

"Huh, I wonder if he did it on purpose or if the system just did it by itself after recognizing his presence." The doctor muttered the last to himself; promptly getting busy on the laptop he had in front of him.

Concentrating only on the fact that they were not about to go boom in the near future for the moment, Jack turned his attention towards the head of admin.

"So tell me Dr. Weir, how goes the life here?" He settled comfortably into the chair, draping his arm over the back rest. By experience, he knew this would take time. The Sergeant placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of him and he gave the man a smile. There are still some kind and humane people around here Jack, he told himself.

"Oh everything has been wonderful of course. The excavation team's last report stated with confidence that we will be finished with the final bit of discovery of the complex by the end of the week. We shall be able to send a team for exploration to that area soon. They are saying that they may have unearthed a lab area and what looks to be a closed up storage area of some kind. The exploration team is quite excited that it could be more drones or maybe even the gate ships the data-base mentioned.”

“Doctor Beckett and his team are ready to proceed with the animal trials for the artificial gene therapy. He is confident that his serum will manipulate the junk DNA in a human into a maximum level IV ATA capability. This will work on about 75% of non ATA gene population according to his latest report. Once we are through the trials and upon a peer committee approval, we could move to the clinical trials and then start the distribution among the SGC personnel -" Weir said before pausing for breath and taking a sip of her tea.

Just as well, because O'Neill was beginning to wonder if she was hiding an extra pair of lungs on her somewhere.

"Also, the translation of the initial data transfer we got from the Ancient depository is going well. We have had two more data transfers from engaging the Chair since then. We are getting all kinds of information about the Outpost, its capabilities, hints of other possible structures located around the galaxy even. But the translation is slow going since we only have three people who are proficient in the Ancient language, but it all looks quite promising."

She gave the General a winning smile before continuing.

"This is exactly why the Major will be invaluable right now. He will be able to sort the whole database into a coherent entity with an accessible index for us to study it efficiently. Not to mention all the help he can provide with the hard science projects around all Ancient equipment and of course the offense and defense capabilities of Terra Atlantus itself."

She finished her spiel without failing to enforce that they already had their greedy mitts wrapped tightly around poor Sheppard.

Not that Jack objected. He didn't. He could appreciate the value of having a close copy of an Ancient to run all things Ancient. He was quite sure the Ancient Outpost did not go through all the trouble of almost taking the entire nation hostage and demanding the life sign designated ‘P1’ be found and delivered to Antarctica, post-goddamn-haste, just to give him up. No, they needed him alright.

He had seen the kid's military jacket and was suitably impressed. The kid could pilot all the choppers on active service and a couple of fighters and even some of the heavy birds. He did have the odd remark or two made by his more sedate COs (read: desk jockeys) about following orders and maverick tendencies. But this was on a par with black ops requirements and they needed intelligent, quick thinking, cocky pilots who treated orders a bit like guidelines sometimes to get the job done. O'Neill would know, because he was not that different from this kid not too long ago. That was until someone at the head of the food chain decided to give him stars on the shoulder in the vain hope that it would make him more of a level-headed, responsible drone person.

Therefore he was convinced that this kid needed a proper and thorough orientation into the world of Stargate Command. This included the trip to Cheyenne mountain; the home of Stargate Command. The kid would get the full briefing of the program including its history, introduction to the planet-hopping through the gate, a thorough education on all things Ancient, the menace of the Wraith and a proper introduction and integration to the military contingent of the SGC.

And since he was the reason Jack wasn't dead and buried under burning wreckage, he would also get the kid into Area 51 where they designed their coolest toys to date. Time spent among the F-302 fighter interceptors and even cooler Ancient/Asgard hybrid X-13 fighters would do him good. Jack would also throw in the mandatory tours in their five active duty warships in orbit, as the cherry on top.

It had obviously nothing to do with the fact that Jack might be able to coax the kid into flying him back to McMurdo on the way back and continue the journey to the mountain with him in the luxury of the SGC private jet. Of course not; Jack was quite sure the Richardson kid was quite capable of flying him back. Maybe…

All this and more would take time. Jack was determined to get the kid through due process before this lot buried him here under the ice in the name of research, never to be seen again. Jack knew from experience that the scientists of all kinds generally lost touch with reality when they got their way. They all needed careful handling and management. And Jack was not about to release John Sheppard in-to their well-meaning yet disastrous clutches without proper training on geek-handling as well. This was the main reason he made this unscheduled visit in the first place. When he had seen the latest update the day before that the Major was out of the pod, he had made arrangements to be here when he woke up.

"I have been digging through the archives on all things Atlantis Jack - I think I'm quite close to figuring out the last recorded gate address to where the Ancients took off to. I have a feeling it might be in a different galaxy- Andromeda or probably Pegasus. And we will be another step closer to the Lost City. We'll need to focus on acquiring a ZPM because I think we might need extra power to dial this one. I just need to decode the final bit of the chevrons and we will be good to go." Jackson added his two cents to the cause.

Dr. McKay piped up when he heard the magic word.

"A Zero Point Module, often abbreviated Zed Pee Em, or for you Americans Zee Pee Em, is a power source, created by the Ancients, capable of supplying tremendous amounts of energy. It is one of the most formidable power sources known to exist, having been developed by the Ancients of course, kind of like a miniature universe in a bottle-oh, we could really use one more of those."

“Why, thank you for the waste of that perfect explanation McKay," O'Neill sniped at the unhealthy excitement pouring out of the chief of science. He then looked around and added, "Well, since everything seems to be more or less on track and in all of your capable hands, I would like to meet Sheppard now."

With that he rose swiftly from his chair and exited the conference room without giving anyone the chance to regroup and start making demands. When Daniel and Weir started to follow, he gently but firmly informed them he wanted to see the Major by himself.

The Infirmary

He found the kid sitting cross legged on a bed at the far end of the infirmary, hunched over a PDA Carson had kindly given him. It dawned on him then, seeing the still white scrubs-clad figure, that it wasn't that long ago Marshall found him half dead in a cell in Afghanistan. The stasis pod had done a good job, he thought to himself.

Carson was hovering nearby over the medical paraphernalia surrounding Sheppard. When the Major saw the one star general ambling towards him, he automatically started to stiffen up to attention. O'Neill casually waved a hand at him to stay put and went to sit comfortably on the bed next to Sheppard. His ass was numb from having to sit on that metal chair at the conference room for a half an hour.

"So, you're the hot shot who saved my ass just now, hah? Thanks for that. So how's it going? You are feeling alright after your little stay in the pod?"

John Sheppard was eyeing him warily. He was sure he was the first superior officer the kid had to report to, who was sitting on a bed nearby dangling his legs over the edge with no apparent concern in the world. Well, he was secure in his position enough he didn't have to play power games with a subordinate. Besides, proper military procedures sometimes gave him heart-burn. He preferred to avoid them both when he could.

"Carson tells me I'm quite well healed physically. Thank you, Sir. And he says that I'll need to go for a psych evaluation before he can release me for active duty. I'm not quite sure where to go from there, Sir?"

The kid managed to end the statement in a question and gave him an expectant stare.

"You're in luck because that is why I am here. Well, that and to make sure people here are behaving themselves in general."

Expectant stare turned into a slightly bewildered expression.

"If you are up to it, I will take you back with me to civilization to get you up to date in the know-how of things and what you have tangled yourself up in. Also you can tell us what happened to you back in Afghanistan, before we found you. You know-a proper debrief and such. We can take care of your psych evals there and whatever follow-ups Carson will insist on. I'll be here overnight and be leaving at noon tomorrow. So what do you say?"

The kid agreed politely because O'Neill wasn't really asking. Dr. Beckett gave his grudging consent to release him after extracting promises of getting Sheppard a full medical evaluation the moment they reached the mountain. The doctor also had some budding aspirations about getting Sheppard wrangled in his gene therapy research. Jack took an inordinate amount of pleasure squishing those at the neck. While he was sure that the good doctor would never cross any lines into human experimentation, he always felt that Carson could be quite intense when it came to his gene therapy research.

Feeling quite satisfied about the good deed he had done for the day, namely rescuing Sheppard, he left the infirmary in search of food. Near death experiences always left him starving and he needed ample sustenance before he had to break the news to the natives that he was taking their prize away for a while...

#stargate #stargate atlantis #john sheppard #steve mcgarrett #hawaii five 0 #crossover #adventure #romance #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #alternate universe #m/m pairing #military #violence

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Arc Headcanons // PRE-SKIP PT.4

It’s been two weeks since I did one of these ‘cause I was on vacation, but here we go again! Sorry for being repetitive, but there will most likely be mentions of Sanji x Anita.

DUVAL / SABAODY ARCHIPELAGO

— ARC OUTFIT

— After almost watching Sanji’s upper half disappear on Thriller Bark, it’s going to become a habit for her to touch a bit more. Not that she was why about it before because she’s just a physical person, but she’ll touch his arm, chest and anything from the neck up as a weird way of making sure he’s there. Totally brushes it off as just making sure he’s still mostly intact.

— She doesn’t know him, but Anita is worried about Ace too. She doesn’t like that his Vivre Card is burning. Still, she trusts Luffy’s judgement and doesn’t insist that he go after his brother. By the sounds of it, Ace is perfectly capable of defending himself.

— While Chopper and Usopp are relaxing and the rest of the crew is dealing with the submarine, Anita is in the kitchen pouting because she wanted to go underwater. With her Devil Fruit, she can’t. Oh, well, it’s sort of given her the chance to indulge in her stupid crush and watch Sanji work.

— Him getting decked by Keimi’s whole body when she lands on him cracks her up, though. She really needs to stop laughing at other peoples suffering. Not really sure why she does, but I feel like she just would.

— Having not been there during the Arlong Park chaos, she isn’t sure who Hachi is. Learning about it infuriates her, and so does learning that mermaids are sold.

— A thing I am realizing; when her island was taken over, her and her troupe were basically turned into slaves. They were a little cleaner and happier looking, but it was part of the act to lure pirates in. If they disobeyed, they were beaten or even put to death. They were scared of the man that had put himself in the position of master. So the entirety of this arc, Anita will likely be pissed and slightly afraid in a ‘ does he realize I’m gone and has he told other Marines so they recognize me’ way. She doesn’t want to be dragged back home yet when she can’t help. Didn’t have the smarts to think that it might happen until now. Whoops~

— Anita goes with the flow, so she doesn’t care who they’re saving as long as Luffy’s the one that ordered it. Although a large part of her wants to meet a talking octopus-man.

— Duval’s existence almost kills Anita. She will be doubled over despite being attacked with poisonous harpoons, holding her stomach and wheezing for breath.

— Because she’s stupid and obvious, I feel like the ones that know she has a crush on Sanji would be Nami, Robin and Usopp. At least one of them is going to be a shit and make a joke about her liking Duval because what’s the difference between him and Sanji? Rude as fuck, but it only makes her start laughing again.

— Flips her shit when they trap him in the water and announce they’re going to drown him. God, sometimes she hates that she has a Devil Fruit. When he does get rescued and has his dumb little nosebleed, Anita will poke him with her foot. Moron.

— Luffy and Anita have a contest to see who can put the most takoyaki in their mouth at once. Anita loses, obviously, and ends up almost choking. Sanji goes to help but Luffy smacks her hard on the back and ends up coughing it up. Ew.

— I’m wondering if Anita would know who the Celestial Dragons are. What I’m thinking is that their conditions at the circus were a lot worse than I first made them out to be. That they were treated like slaves, and that because the corrupt part of the government turns a blind eye ( and sometimes encourages ) the buying and selling of people. So if they were treated and seen as slaves, then I wonder if Celestial Dragons visited the island to be entertained and buy some of the troupe members.

One day she will have noticed that a certain member has gone missing and not come back. Would destroy her to see them being treated poorly years later while visiting Sabaody. Not sure if that’s giving her too much personal involvement in the arc, though. But, honestly, I’m liking this idea because she’s not going to get a major arc of her own like the canon Straw Hats to. This is the only personal things I can think of to make up for her lack of an arc and a slight foreshadowing that she won’t have a home to come back to.

— Anita debates being a love-struck idiot and staying on the ship with Sanji while it’s getting repaired by Franky and Usopp. Decides against it because she knows she’s being stupid and doesn’t want to look at his dumb, handsome face. Stupid cook.

— Like Zoro, she wasn’t there for the briefing about not dealing with Celestial Dragons. She’s off on her own thing, probably notices someone that used to be in her troupe but sees they have a collar and are being treated like an animal rather than a person. Follows after them, tries to call their name and get their attention. Might get a small, frantic look as the only warning not to say anything else! Gets confused and ends up losing them before she realizes that she’s where the rest of the Straw Hats are. Is yanked down onto her knees by one of them and doesn’t get why. Learns real quick and decides just as swiftly that she doesn’t like this place.

— Doesn’t care about Law’s crew, except for Bepo. Bear! Walking, talking bear! If they weren’t trying so hard to get Keimi back, she would have scrambled over to talk to Bepo. Wants so badly to be his bear-buddy.

— Adds a kick of her own when Sanji asks if they can buy the dancing girl. Come on, Sanji. . . Really? You’re my most beloved muse and I wanna kick your ass for that.

— Anita doesn’t get why people are reacting so badly to Hatchi. She isn’t the least bit against other races because there were too many different kinds of people that worked for the circus, so she only sees them all as people.

— She’s secretly enjoying learning about all these old pirates because she never met Crocus, and she doesn’t hear about Roger much. Always a sucker for good stories.

— The idea of splitting up doesn’t appeal to her. She has a bad feeling in her gut that she blames her animal-like instinct on. Assume Chopper can feel it too even though they’ve got got human in them too. Doesn’t mention it and almost approaches Sanji to ask if she can tag along with him wherever he plans on going.

— Anita can be incredibly dumb sometimes, but I feel like she would quickly notice that it wasn’t Kuma they were fighting. Or, at least, notice that he doesn’t have the paw-pads. Kind of hard for her to forget those when she’s so closely associated with bears.

— Probably tried to bite at the Pacifista’s and only managed to get through the ‘skin.’ I know Brook couldn’t get through it, but she’s a gigantic bear, come on. They’re supposed to be able to bite through iron, so she’s going to get her jaw into PX-4 and shed some of that outside layer.

— Running would be so easy for her in her bear form, but she doesn’t flee like she’s told. She’s taking on too much responsibility as a tank and trying to protect the groups that look like they’re under attack the most.

— Because of that, I feel like she would end up being the first one ‘erased’ because she would make every attempt to lunge in front of Zoro when the real Kuma comes. I know Zoro disappearing first was important, but she’s the one that jumps out first to do her job. She won’t get to see what happens to Chopper while he’s rampaging again, and doesn’t get to see what happens to everyone else. I wanted to be more despair inducing for her, but she would be one of the first gone and won’t have time to see them vanish.

URSA ISLAND / TWO YEAR SEPARATION

— Anita crash-lands on an island inhabited entirely by large, beastly bears. They’re all larger and stronger than she is, and they aren’t the least bit welcoming to find a human on their island. Unlike actual wild bears, these ones are barely smart enough to have a system of roles, the most important being tribe leader.

— The tribe leader, Anita dubbed King. He was a large, black, monstrous bear with nasty scars and gnarly teeth. He looks like a cruel leader, but he’s actually as kind as they come. He only wants to frighten her away because they can’t stand humans. He seeks only to protect his people. That’s what she’s come to understand, at least.

— There’s only one place that’s safe on the island, and it’s the largest tree in the entire place. They can’t climb to the top, and she can in her human form. Discovers, however, that she’s not the only human stuck on that island. A young girl is also trapped there. She doesn’t know herself very well and is nameless. She lives in the trees to avoid the bears and has lived there so long that she smells like them. Eventually, they agree that she will be called Ylde. Pronounced like ‘wild’ but Anita can’t spell and just went based on the sound.

— Ylde: Isn’t it spelled w-i-l-d? Anita: ...How the fuck does a two-year-old stuck on a bear island know how to spell better than me? Ylde: I’m thirteen. Anita: Silence, small baby.

— Ylde attempts to convince Anita that there’s no point in trying to integrate herself into the tribe. Even as a bear, they’ll know she doesn’t belong from her scent and size. Anita corrects her and says she only wants to get off the damned island so she can get back to her friends.

— Because it will be a while before she gets the paper and she’s determined to leave, she gets into her bear form and readies herself to fight through the swarm of bears just to get to shore and find one of the many boats Ylde says have washed up over the years.

— End up coming back to Ylde’s tree because she gets her ass kicked. Tries this every single day until the moment the News Coo comes with the paper saying. She understands the hint given by Luffy and is immediately relieved to see he’s still alive. Doesn’t know if the rest are, but she’s hoping so. Didn’t even occur to her that they might be dead because she managed to survive the crash.

— Spends the next to years fighting and learning on her own. Ylde doesn’t stick around when, during the first year and a half, an intact ship is discovered. She insists Anita come with her, but she refuses. Ylde, having gotten attached to her, promises to come back to that exact spot in two years to pick her up and take her where she wants to go.

— Anita’s goal, like everyone else, is to get stronger. She realizes after being beaten again and again that she’s too weak in her bear form. Seeing as how that’s the part she wants to strengthen most, she dedicates herself to staying a bear as long as she possibly can. Day in and day out, from sunrise to sunset, she wants to stay a bear. She does this and does get stronger, but doesn’t realize that in the process she was inching closer to becoming the tribe leader herself.

— Over the two year separation, the following happens; she learns armament haki that she uses only on her teeth and claws, gets even larger than before, earns more devastating-looking scars, gets even greedier with food because of how unfair the tribe was to her before she became leader, eventually becomes the leader and earns the respect of the entire island.

— But because the rest of the tribe refuses to fight her, she becomes lazy and antsy. She will absolutely crave a fight whenever it feels like one is brewing now.

— New moves: Mighty Roar: Can either a. instill fear in an enemy and send them fleeing or b. temporarily disable them because the intensity of the sound is mind-numbing. Not to be confused with Conqueror's Haki ;;

Bear Trap: Bites through any part of an enemy that she can and fuses her jaws together with her Armament Haki as long as the teeth are touching, leaving it nearly impossible to shake her off.

Bearrel Roll: Yes, it’s a pun to barrel roll. Doesn’t actually suit the move because she’s not doing a barrel roll, but she does curl up and roll into her target to catch them off guard. Is a good move to use with people she trusts to throw / kick her.

#🐻;「 still learning and growing ( headcanon ) 」#🐻;「 v. they remind me of home ( strawhat ) 」#sanita #( her arc feels too similar to zoro's but i cannot think of anything else )#( cause she doesn't have anyone train her like he did so it still felt different enough )#( idk )#( i love that it keeps warning that there will be sanji x anita mentions but )#( honestly it's one sided because i don't wanna assume sanji's feelings even tho i write him too pfft )#( i need a sanji OTL )#arc headcanons

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words-and-fangirling-wonder · 7 years

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A One Piece Thanksgiving

Hello Everyone! Here is the first fic of my Holiday Fanfic Extravaganza!! I hope you enjoy the sappiness.

Fandom: One Piece

Rating: General Audiences

Author: Fangirl Wonder (WordsandWonder on AO3)

No Pairing

“So wait, you have a whole holiday about turkeys?”

Luffy cocked his head to the side in interested confusion. He liked birds as much as the next person, but dedicating an entire day of celebration to them seemed a bit extreme. But from the way the bar was plastered with turkey-themed decorations, he got the feeling his opinion might not be shared by the occupants of this island. Orange, red and brown paper cut outs of turkeys danced in the breeze from the fans where they hung from the ceiling. Turkey shaped flower arrangements adorned every table and the paper plates and napkins that came with his food showed cartoon versions of the fowl as well. There were even little ceramic turkey salt and pepper shakers! He’d seen some weird islands traveling with his crew, but this turkey-crazy one was something else. And now this guy was telling him the decorations were for some holiday coming up? That was an awful lot of turkey love.

The islander shook his head. “No, no, the holiday isn’t about turkeys. It’s a day when people get together and celebrate and give thanks.”

Luffy couldn’t help making a face. “For turkeys?”

“No! We’re giving thanks for the bounty of the past year. It’s a tradition that goes back to when our island was first discovered!” he explained proudly.

Robin perked up from across the table at that. “Oh? Could you elaborate on this tradition?”

“Sure! So way back over a hundred years ago, a man set sail from his home island looking for a safer, quicker route to the New World, right? But his navigation was off, and he ended up here instead! He was disappointed, but he realized that this place had a ton of natural resources, so he started spreading the word that he found this great new island. Before you know it tons of people started making their way here, but many of them were coming from islands with big cities and didn’t know anything about living off the land. That’s when the natives stepped up …”

“Natives?” Robin questioned.

“Yeah, the natives. They stepped up and helped the travelers learn to live off the land. You know, hunting, fishing, growing crops, all that stuff.”

“But I thought you said the man who was looking for the New World discovered the island?”

“Yeah, he did, but I mean, the natives were there when he discovered it. It was a bloody mess for a while too, cuz they tried to fight the settlers off. But they lost, obviously. Then a native who had learned our language helped negotiate a peace treaty, and his people started helping after that.”

“I see,” Robin said with a small frown. “Sorry to interrupt. Please continue your story.”

“Right. So at the end of the settlers’ first year living on the island with the natives’ help, they threw a big feast …”

“A feast?!” Luffy, who had lost interest in the history lesson until that point, chimed in.

“Yeah! A big feast with turkey and venison and pumpkins and corn and potatoes and all kinds of good stuff! And they sat down and had this big feast to thank the natives for helping them. So now once a year on the anniversary of that, we celebrate by throwing a big feast with our friends and families and give thanks for the blessings of the previous year. We call it Settler’s Day!”

“That’s awesome! Hey, Sanji, let's have a Settler’s Day feast!” Luffy bellowed across the bar to his cook, who winced at the volume but pointedly ignored him.

“You should!” The man encouraged. “It’s great! If you head over to the inn across the street, Chester can give you all kinds of traditional recipes, and he can tell you the best places to get the food for it. Just tell him Darren sent you and he’ll fix ya right up.”

“Yahoo! I can’t wait!” Luffy ran off to pester Sanji into visiting the inn with him, seemingly unaware of Robin’s furrowed brow.

+++

“Damnit Luffy! If you want me to make you this giant feast so bad then you have to stay the hell out of my kitchen!” Sanji yelled, reinforcing his reprimand with a solid kick to the captain’s rubber behind.

Luffy bounced out of the galley and onto the deck of the Sunny with an unperturbed giggle, used to getting booted out of Sanji’s way (literally). He was too fired up about the Settler’s Day meal to be bothered by his ejection from the kitchen. In fact, pretty much everyone was getting excited about the celebration and had something they were looking forward to. Chopper was eager to try all the new types of desserts Sanji was whipping up, and Brook was inspired to compose new songs for the event. Nami was curious about some concoction the islanders had recommended called “orange jello salad,” and Franky had been promised that all the food options would go great with cola. Usopp had gone all out creating various decorations (mimicking what they’d seen on the island), and Zoro was just content with any excuse to drink an excessive amount of alcohol. The only crewmember who didn’t seem very interested in the proceedings was Robin. As her nakama bustled around getting things ready for the party, the archeologist simply watched, disapproval clear in her usually neutral expression.

“Okay, Robin,” Luffy finally said as he plopped down next to her. “You haven’t been excited about Settler’s Day at all since we decided to do it. What’s going on?”

The raven-haired intellectual studied Luffy quietly for a moment before responding. A part of her didn’t want to dampen the enthusiasm shining out of his features, but another part of her couldn’t just sit in silence while they carried on this tradition as it had been described to them.

“Captain, when you were restocking and preparing for this feast back on that island, I was doing some research.”

“Yeah?” the straw-hat wearer prompted. “And?”

“And … do you remember how that man said settling that island was a “bloody mess” for a while because the natives fought back? Well, I looked into that, and he was right. The people immigrating to the island took the land from people who had lived there for years and spread diseases that wiped them out. Not only that, but they captured healthy people and forced them to be slaves. Remember the native who helped make peace between the settlers and the tribe that shared that first feast? He was one of the last people in his tribe who was not wiped out by an epidemic brought by the settlers, and only spoke the language because he’d been abducted to be sold into slavery. Yes, there was a time of peace between the settlers and the natives, and there was a feast celebrating a successful harvest, but the real history behind this tradition is much less innocent than that man led you to believe. The descendants of the native people of that island don’t even celebrate Settler’s Day. In fact, some of them consider it a day of mourning.”

“Really?!” Luffy demanded. “That’s terrible! How can people celebrate something like that?”

“Well, some people don’t even know the true story behind it. They’ve just been taught the settlers’ version of what happened. Other people know, but figure that’s all in the past and that there’s no reason to stop the tradition now so many years later,” Robin explained solemnly.

“Man, what are we gonna do now? Everyone worked so hard for this Settler’s Day feast, and Sanji has already started making the food; he’s been cooking for hours already.” Luffy scratched his head and frowned.

The woman nodded. “I know, and … I don’t want to ruin the celebration for everyone, but … I can’t participate in something that memorializes the beginning of a terrible history of oppression.”

“Nah, me either. I just don’t want everyone to be disappointed.” The usually grinning boy’s face screwed up in concentration as he searched for a solution.

Robin hated seeing him so torn, almost as much as she hated that she was the cause of it. “Perhaps –“

“Wait! I’ve got an idea!” he interrupted, his smile back in full, brilliant force. “Forget stupid Settler’s Day! We’re gonna make our own holiday!”

“Our own holiday?” the archeologist inquired.

“Yeah! I just decided! If those bastards can make up a holiday we can too, right?”

“I suppose-“

“And anyway, we’re pirates! So even if they didn’t make one up, we still could because we do what we want. So we’re gonna still eat lots of delicious food and have cool decorations, except maybe not so many turkeys, cuz I still think that’s weird, and … and we’re still gonna be thankful for stuff! But today instead of being thankful in honor of some dumb dead guys, we’re gonna be thankful in honor of ourselves! And we can do it whenever we want! We don’t even have to just do it one time a year. We can do it today, and then do it again next week, if we want!”

A small smile crept onto Robin’s face as she listened to her impassioned friend’s idea. “I think Cook-san would have something to say about doing it again a week from now, but I do think your solution is a good one.”

“Alright! I’m gonna go tell everyone!” Luffy declared before running off, literally bouncing around the ship in his excitement to spread the word. “Usopp, stop makin’ those stupid turkeys! We’re doing something different!”

+++

Heavenly smells wafted up from the glorious spread arranged neatly on the dining hall’s giant table, and it was taking every ounce of self control Luffy possessed to stop himself from digging in right away. But before they could start into this magnificent feast, there was something he wanted to do.

“Okay, everybody, listen up! The stupid idiots back on that island used this day to celebrate their ancestors being assholes a hundred years ago. But that’s not what we’re celebrating today, cuz we’re pirates! So we’re stealing their day and making it about good stuff instead of their dumb stuff. Which means before we can eat this awesome feast, we gotta make it ours. And we’re gonna do that by all saying something we’re thankful for.”

“Anything?” Chopper asked, reluctantly dragging his gaze from the mountain of sweets toward the end of the table.

“Yup!” Luffy confirmed happily. “As long as it doesn’t have anything to do with stupid settlers.”

“Alright,” Zoro grunted after a moment of silence. “I’m thankful for booze.”

Sanji aimed a kick at the swordsman’s head, growling. “That’s bullshit, Marimo! Come up with something real or no feast for you.”

Zoro shot the cook an annoyed glare. “Yeah, yeah, keep your shirt on, shit-cook,” he huffed. “I guess … aside from booze … I’m thankful for the crow’s nest, cuz I can train there and work toward my goal and still sail with all of you. Is that better, dartboard-brow?”

“Significantly,” Sanji affirmed, trying not to look impressed. He really hadn’t expected something that heartfelt from the other man. “I guess I’ll go next then. I’m thankful to travel with such gorgeous ladies as Nami-swan and Robin-chwan! And I’m glad to have found a group of people who don’t dismiss my dream of finding the All Blue.”

“I’m thankful for Robin!” Nami piped up. “For keeping me sane on this ship full of rowdy boys. And,” she added, “that we always have enough berries for what we need.”

Robin smiled gently and patted Nami’s hand. “I suppose I shall take my turn, then. I’m thankful to all of you, for saving me. And for helping me find the will to live again.”

“And I’m thankful to all of you for being my friends!” Chopper chimed.

“I’m grateful to have found a crew,” Brook announced. “It is so lovely to see friendly faces again, though, I do not have eyes. Yohoho!”

“I’m thankful for this SUPER chance to build and sail on the ship I always dreamed of!” Franky added.

“On a similar note,” Usopp stated thoughtfully, “I’d like to say I’m thankful for the Merry. She saw us through a lot, and she will never be forgotten.”

The crew nodded solemnly, all taking a moment of respect for the fallen ship. Then all eyes turned expectantly to Luffy, who stood up at the head of the table.

“I’m thankful,” he said slowly, “for you. For the things each of you brings to this crew that makes it the best crew in the entire world! I could list all the stuff you guys do and all the reasons why I’m happy to sail with you, but that would take a long time and we have delicious food to eat, so I’m just gonna say this: More than anything else, I’m thankful that you all chose to follow me, and that you’ve stayed with me. Thank you all for believing in my dream. Thank you for believing in me.”

Everyone stared for a moment, shocked at the intensity of Luffy’s gaze as he delivered his uncharacteristically serious speech, before all of them nodded in unison. Finally, Zoro broke the silence by raising his glass.

“To the captain,” he proclaimed.

“To the captain,” his crewmates replied, also raising their glasses in a toast.

“To nakama,” Luffy added.

“To nakama,” they echoed.

Looking at him in that moment, Robin was reminded once again why all of these people, all so independent and strong in their own right, chose to join this silly, impulsive boy, and she couldn’t help but smile softly as she sipped her drink. Luffy caught her eye and flashed his signature thousand-watt grin.

“Shishishi! Alright everybody, enough sappiness! Let’s eat!”

#Holiday fanfic extravaganza #one piece #thanksgiving #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #Nico Robin #nami #franky #brook #tony tony chopper #usopp #sanji #fanfic #one piece fanfic

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Agent AF7 (Jungkook, You) Scenario

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The world seemed to be in slow motion as Jungkook took deep breaths, surveying his surroundings.

There were eight—no ten (there were two snipers on opposites sides of the second floor mezzanine) armed men currently facing him. He stood still, feeling his lover’s presence behind him, which makes it even harder to make a decision whether to engage, or not.

“Y/N… baby, don’t move.” He whispered when he felt her shallow breathing and the slight tremble from her body. He knew she was scared, she had every right to be, and it kills Jungkook on every aspect. But he couldn’t risk one of those snipers going off at her.

“Sorry.” She whispered, which sounded more like a choked sob and Jungkook wanted to turn around and kiss her; to assure her that it was going to be alright and that she shouldn’t be sorry.

It was his fault she was in this mess, after all.

Jungkook had been so careful. He had to be for being an agent wasn’t a typical occupation as it involved fighting off criminals, stalking suspicious illegal doings, and a whole lot of gun shooting in its job description. Jungkook had chosen this path since he was a little boy when he discovered how his father had been an agent for ISAIA (International Security and Intelligence Agency) as well. He trained with him in his early years until a terrible accident happened that took away his father from him forever.

Not long after that, Jungkook was recruited into the agency and has been serving for almost seven years now… since he was fourteen.

Being an agent meant being completely detached from the world. Jungkook had been orphaned upon his father’s death, making him the perfect candidate to be an ISAIA agent. There was a reason why they were called “secret agents”: they could tell no one of their identity. They couldn’t risk putting someone in danger like that. Information, as Jungkook had learned, was just as dangerous as wealth and riches in the eyes of greedy and selfish bastards who reside in this world.

Jungkook lived his life alone but it wasn’t so bad. He had his fellow agents who somehow became his own little family. He was happy being part of the agency and being a hero in his own way as he tracks down assassins and high profile criminals. He was happy being on his own…

That is until Y/N came along.

Jungkook met Y/N on his one-week leave; a reward given by the agency after a successful mission of capturing a target they’ve been tailing for almost a year.

Jungkook spent it in Seoul, in his own apartment where he was just Jungkook—not agent AF7. Being an agent had its perks, sure; and it was fun and all but Jungkook often craved for the “normal life”. A life where he could just be a normal college student, living in a crappy dorm room and eating cup noodles for dinner.

And that’s probably what made him like Y/N so much; the girl who lived in the next building; the one who played Justin Bieber songs at night where Jungkook could see her though his window, dancing around in pajamas.

They easily became friends after bumping into each other at the park where Jungkook did his routine jogs while Y/N walked her dog, Riley. They clicked like two pieces of a puzzle, having similar tastes and interests.

Aside from the fact that she was beautiful, funny, smart, and the nicest person he had ever met; Y/N gave Jungkook something he craved for: a normal life to escape to after being on missions or after flying off to some uncharted territory chasing bad guys.

Y/N was home. And it’s been so long since Jungkook had that.

It didn’t take long before the two of them became an actual thing. And then they fell in love too fast, too deeply. Jungkook wasn’t sure how he had let that happen. He used to be so controlled, so careful. But with Y/N, Jungkook seemed to have no hold of it and his heart just dove head first—wanting to love her no matter the consequences.

He never told her about his identity. Y/N never knew what he was or what he did for a living. And as for as Jungkook knew, Y/N thought he was a graphic designer for a game developer.

It was a burden to keep something from her that literally took up more than half of his life; half of himself. But Jungkook knew the consequences of giving away that information.

Being an agent had its perks, but it also got you a lot of enemies. And Jungkook couldn’t risk that. He’d protect Y/N with his life.

Two years into the relationship and Y/N and Jungkook started living together. Jungkook should have declined when she had hinted about it (“Why don’t you just live with me if you’re just going to knock on my window every night? Saves you the effort of crossing through that fire escape, she had joked) but how could he when the idea of waking up next to her every morning was so tempting? Jungkook wanted to spend more time with her, keep her close. And so he became selfish and agreed.

He took some precautions, of course. He bought a new apartment for them and installed it with a state of the art security system. He had a stash of gadgets hidden in its nooks and crannies; one wall opened up to reveal a set of guns and firearms. Jungkook wanted to be sure they were ready if ever there was an attack.

A year later, things were going well. Y/N was in the midst of her master studies while Jungkook got promoted to a level A agent, one of the best at the agency. There were nights when Jungkook didn’t come home due to missions and he would conjure up a lie that he was out for work or out of town for a design expo. He felt guilty about lying, even more on how Y/N trusted him so much to believe him every time.

He didn’t deserve it but he had no choice. The secret kept her safe.

At least that’s what Jungkook thought until he came home one night to his apartment in shambles and a vandalism on his bedroom wall that said:

I’ll take my trophy.

The food he had bought dropped to floor with a thud and Jungkook’s body filled with rage as he grabbed his phone (his agent mobile) and called for a car. A sleek black Jaguar C-X75 roared down his building in mere minutes and Jungkook hopped in, talking to Namjoon, the head of the intelligence unit, about tracking down Y/N.

It wasn’t that hard considering Jungkook had installed a tracking device on her cellphone (he didn’t want to but he had to. Again, for safety reasons). Namjoon led him into the warehouse unnoticed and when Jungkook finally found Y/N, she was blindfolded, gagged, and thrown into a corner of a dark-lit room like a rag doll.

Jungkook had never hated himself so much then.

“Y/N.” He said as he rushed towards her. He cut the ropes on her hands and ankles and Jungkook felt his chest tighten at the sight of the bruises it caused on her skin. When he uncovered her eyes and saw them glistening with tears, Jungkook really thought he was going to cry then.

Out of relief or pain at seeing her like this? He was sure it was both.

“Jungkook?” Y/N choked and he cupped her cheeks before kissing her tenderly. “What are you doing here? You have to leave, they said they’ll kill you—”

“I’m sorry.” He murmured as he kissed her forehead, her nose, then her lips once again to calm her down. “I’m so sorry baby.”

“Why are you sorry—” A loud bang interrupted them, causing Y/N to jolt in fright. Jungkook gritted his teeth and held up his gun on his right hand. Y/N’s eyes bulged at the sight of the weapon.

“I don’t want you to see this so I’m going to have to ask you to close your eyes right now.” He said just as two armed men came into the room, shouting, and Jungkook held up his gun, shooting them both swiftly with such accuracy they went down in seconds.

“You—” she said shakily and Jungkook had to half carry her out of the room.

“Later. I’ll explain later babe, but we have to go.“ He said. “Can you run?” She nodded and Jungkook pulled her closer to him. “Good, just follow my lead and don’t let go of my hand, okay?”

“Okay?”

“Good girl.” Jungkook gave her waist a slight squeeze before talking into his earpiece. “Get us out of here, Namjoon.”

“Okay, I have a chopper on standby. Can you get to the roof?”

“Yeah. I saw it the stairs on the way in.”

“Good. Get there fast, but there are some—”

“Duck!” Jungkook hissed as he pushed Y/N towards the wall, shielding her with his body as several gunshots went off. Jungkook raised his arm to shoot too and not long after the bullets went off, Y/N saw a couple of bodies thudding to the floor. Y/N felt her stomach churn at the sight of blood.

“Come on.” He pulled her towards the next room and that’s where they found themselves surrounded by their enemies.

They were trapped.

Jungkook made sure Y/N was behind him, shielding her from everyone’s view. He eyed his surroundings carefully, calculating every scenario possible if he made a particular move.

“Don’t engage, Jungkook. It’s a dead end.” He heard Namjoon through his earpiece.

“There are snipers up there.” He gritted his teeth, thinking how he couldn’t just stand and do nothing. “Y/N’s here—”

“We know that.” Namjoon huffed, sounding stressed himself. “Back up is on the way.”

“Hey! Stop talking and put your gun down or we shoot!”

Jungkook held his hands up in surrender before placing the gun down on the floor.

“Okay, let’s all just… calm down…” he managed to say and he heard Y/N whimper behind him when she saw a laser beam pointing at her shoulder. Jungkook stiffened upon the sight and moved slightly to the right so the laser was pointed at him instead.

“Let’s settle this like men.” Jungkook suddenly said. “Fight me without your weapons.”

“You insane?” One of the men asked, causing the whole room to laugh. “We can just shoot you right here, right now.”

“But that wouldn’t be any fun.”

“This isn’t supposed to be fun, kid.” The man grunted.

“Oh what’s that? I think I heard fear…” Jungkook goaded and something in the man’s eyes changed. Jungkook smirked, knowing he was getting to them.

“Jungkook what are you doing?” Y/N whispered to him.

“Yeah, don’t make them mad.” Namjoon said incredulously through his earpiece.

One of the men stepped forward and rolled up his sleeves and Jungkook knew he had won.

“Don’t engage agent AF7. Back up is right at the door—”

“Tell them to shoot the snipers.” Jungkook said before muting his earpiece and looking over his shoulder at Y/N. “Do you trust me?”

Y/N looked into his eyes and nodded. Jungkook gave her a small smile, the kind he only reserved for her.

“I want you to crawl to the side, okay? One of the agents will get you.”

“But what—” before she could ask, Jungkook pushed her to the side and lunged forward, fist connecting with the man’s face.

Y/N crawled to the side as she was told, right under a small table and watched in horror as Jungkook took on several men; punching and kicking in such speed and precision she wondered if he was even real.

He twisted one of the man’s arm’s and grabbed the gun from his grip effortlessly before shooting three other’s once: their bodies falling to the ground instantly.

The doors burst open and several men in black came in, one of which released some bullets and Y/N saw the snipers on the second floor fall down.

“Y/N?”

Y/N jolted as a man came up to her. He was in a black suit, similar to what Jungkook was wearing.

“I’m agent AF9. We’re going to have to run, can you do that?”

Y/N was silent, unsure if she should trust him. But then she remembered Jungkook’s words a while ago…

“I want you to crawl to the side, okay? One of the agents will get you.”

“I’m a friend of Jungkook’s.” the agent said as if reading her mind. “I’m Taehyung,” He smiled at her warmly.

“Don’t say your name on missions, dumbass!” Y/N heard a shout through his earpiece.

Taehyung chuckled as he touched his earpiece. “Sorry. That was Yoongi, he’s a bit grumpy.“

"I’m not! Now get your ass up to the roof, I’m flying this thing over.”

“Copy that.” He said before holding out his hand to her. “Come on.”

“But Jungkook—” she looked back at the commotion and somewhere at the center she could vaguely make out Jungkook’s form still fighting those goons.

“He’ll be fine.” He assured her. “He’ll meet us upstairs.”

Y/N didn’t think she had a choice and so she went with him reluctantly, praying Jungkook would be all right.

~~~

The cold night air felt like a slap to Y/N’s face the moment she stepped out into the rooftop with Taehyung. The helicopter was right there by the edge and there was a man urging them on.

“Come on.” Taehyung said as they ran towards the chopper, the wind so strong Y/N felt like it would push her off the edge.

There was a sudden explosion and Y/N stopped dead in her tracks to look back, eyes wide with worry.

Fire, she thought in panic as smoke began to rise. Jungkook’s still in there.

“Jungkook!” She yelled the moment they saw orange flames engulfing the side of the building. Taehyung held her tighter until he literary had to drag her towards the chopper.

“Y/N we have to go—”

“No! Jungkook’s still in there! I—no, let me go!!!” She cried as hands held her up and pulled her into chopper.

“Agent AF7. We’re ready to take off, do you copy?” Taehyung called into his earpiece, looking worried as well. “Agent AF7, do you copy?”

There was another explosion and Y/N wanted to jump out of the chopper to come get him herself. There was no way she was leaving without him.

“Agent AF7?“

Taehyung’s face fell all of a sudden when there was no reply and Y/N’s tears flowed from her eyes like rain. He looked at her sadly and was about to say something when a loud bang sounded.

Y/N’s head whipped to the source and her heart soared when she saw a figure stepping out of the staircase door, running.

"Jungkook!”

Jungkook’s clothes were torn and there was a nasty scratch on his cheek but he seemed to be okay. Taehyung held out his hand and Jungkook took it swiftly, swinging himself into the chopper effortlessly.

“We’re taking off.” The driver announced as he maneuvered the chopper away from the burning building.

“Y/N,” Jungkook breathed out as he went towards his lover, cupping her cheeks. Y/N was crying so hard and Jungkook’s face scrunched in worry and panic, thinking she might be hurt.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” He asked in alarm, his hands roaming her body for any injuries. “Baby, you have to tell me where—”

“I… I thought I lost you.”

Jungkook paused at her words, his eyes meeting hers in an instant. He felt his throat close up at the sadness and sincerity in her gaze and he immediately pulled her into his arms.

“Shh. It’s okay. I’m here now. I’m here, Y/N.”

“I got so scared.” She sobbed against his shoulder. “Why wouldn’t you answer Taehyung’s calls?! You idiot!” She hit his chest but she was too weak to make real damage. “You have no idea how scared I was! I didn’t know what to think—”

Jungkook pressed his lips against the side of head, kissing her tenderly to calm her down.

“Shh… I’m sorry baby. You’re safe now. We’re safe now.”

“I love you.” She said, the relief flooding her system like a wave and causing the exhaustion to finally take over her.

“I love you too.” Jungkook said as he cradled her in his arms, feeling her being pulled by sleep little by little. “So much.”

~~~

ISAIA Headquarters

7:01 A.M.

“I want to apologize for this incident. We did not intend to put you in any danger. I hope you know that, Ms.Y/LN.”

Y/N nodded. She was at Suho’s office, the head of the board at ISAIA. The man had asked for her presence as soon as she was up and able. It has been hours since she awakened and she hadn’t seen Jungkook. One of the nurses at the infirmary told her that he was with her throughout the night but had to leave for a status report earlier this morning.

“Of course, sir. I never thought that. In fact, you all saved me.”

Suho smiled. “Well, agent AF7 wouldn’t have it any other way.“ He bit his lip to keep from smiling when he saw the look of confusion crossing her features. “Agent Jeon, I mean. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Oh.” Y/N nodded stupidly, realizing they called each other by code names here.

“I actually wanted to apologize to you… I gave Jungkook a hard time when we found out about you and your relationship. He endured a lot of scolding from the board, especially from me.”

Y/N gulped, feeling like a parent was disapproving her.

“Of course it has nothing to do with you.” He assured her. “I am sure you are as wonderful as Jungkook tells us you are. I am not against your relationship in that aspect.”

Y/N chewed on her bottom lip. “Oh.. Then why?“

“I think last night’s events was its own explanation.” He answered sadly. “Jungkook’s job is very dangerous, Ms. Y/LN. I’m sure you’ve noticed. Honorable yes, but it earned him a lot of enemies as well.”

Y/N gulped, suddenly feeling frightened for Jungkook. Never had she imagined that he worked as a secret agent. It seemed only yesterday he was telling her about his new design project…

Oh that was yesterday, she recalled. It was yesterday over breakfast.

Before the afternoon came and some strangers barged into her house and took her captive.

“I hope you know the danger he carries with him. We don’t want anyone getting hurt. He’s been careful, we know that. He had kept you off the radar for as long as you’ve been together. But one of the men he recently put behind bars had outside contact and wanted to hurt him the worse way possible for revenge. And I think we both know how that would be.”

Y/N gulped, nodding sadly.

“And Jungkook… well he is quite the character no? He’s an exemplary agent but very reckless. He would go to you without delay, even if he had to do it alone. He was scolded by our head intelligence this morning for muting his earpiece and engaging in the fight when he was clearly told not to.” Suho sighed, shaking his head slightly. “He’s a bit stubborn, that kid. Brave, but stubborn.”

Y/N smiled slightly, knowing exactly what he meant.

“What should we do then?”

Suho smiled at her softly before shaking his head. “That’s not my decision to make, my dear. That is entirely up to the two of you.”

~~~

Y/N made her way out of the office, feeling a little lost. Suho’s words echoed in her brain, and she couldn’t help but see his point.

She could put Jungkook in danger. And by staying with him, she was giving his enemies a chance to poke at his weakness.

A chance to kill him.

“Hey.”

Y/N looked up and found Taehyung smiling at her.

“Hey.” She replied with a small smile.

“Jungkook’s on the roof.” He said, hooking his thumb behind him. It was almost creepy how he knew the answer to her questions before she even voiced it out. Or was her face that transparent? “Just go straight and turn left, you’ll see the door that leads up there.”

Y/N thanked him before leaving, making his way up the roof where Taehyung said Jungkook was.

~~~

Jungkook was leaning by the parapet, looking at the city down below. It was early in the morning and the sun was just peeking in horizon, casting a yellowish glow against the tall buildings.

“Jungkook.” Y/N called and the boy turned, eyes widening before he made his way towards her in a rush.

“Y/N.” he said and engulfed her in a warm embrace once he got to her. Y/N smiled against him, hugging him just as tightly.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up. But I got called in and…” He huffed before looking into her eyes, gaze questioning. “Are you—okay?” He asked and she nodded before letting go.

A frown slowly made its way to her lips when she saw the bruise on his cheek. She reached out her hand and gently caressed it.

“You’re hurt.“

"It’s just a scratch.”

“At this rate, you’re gonna ruin your pretty face.” She pouted and Jungkook grinned. Unable to help himself, he leant over to peck it off her lips. Y/N blushed a deep red.

He held her hands and his smile faltered upon the sight of the marks on her wrist from where she was tied up. He massaged them gently with his thumbs.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve been more careful. It was my fault—” Jungkook paused when Y/N placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. She then moved her hand to cup his cheek.

“It’s not your fault. You saved me, Jungkook. I should be thanking you.” She said and Jungkook held her hand before kissing her palm tenderly.

“Of course I would. When I got home and you weren’t there I…” he huffed. “I got so worried, Y/N. And then I found that message and I got so scared! I couldn’t think straight.” He admitted and Y/N’s heart broke at the sadness and panic in his eyes.

“I understand if after what happened, you don’t want to be with me anymore.” He said, frown deepening. "I didn’t want to lie to you but I hope you understand that it was necessary to keep you safe. I couldn’t let them know about you. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something happened to you, Y/N.”

“And I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something happened to you.” Y/N countered. “But it seems that being with me puts you in danger too, Jungkook. And I don’t want that for you.”

Jungkook looked like he was about to cry, sensing the meaning behind her words.

“I… are you…breaking up with me?”

Y/N opened her mouth to answer just as a single tear slid down Jungkook’s cheek. She felt her knees weaken at the sight. She had only ever seen Jungkook cry once and that was when they had their very first fight.

“If you are, can you make it quick?” He added, tears blurring his vision. "I don’t think I can—”

“Do you want me to?” She asked and Jungkook shook his head vigorously, making her smile.

“I don’t. I know I’m being selfish but Y/N…” He held her hands tighter in his. “You’re the only good thing in my life right now. If you leave, I have nowhere else to go. You're—you’re my home. And I love you too much to let you go.”

Y/N felt her tears fall at his words, heart swelling with love and adoration.

“Then that’s good. Because I couldn’t break up with you either.”

Jungkook let out a sigh of relief and pulled her into his arms.

“I love you… I love you…” he said over and over and Y/N knew that no matter how dangerous their lives may be… she knew it was worth it as long as they had each other.

~~~

3 months later

Apartment

3:47 A.M.

“Door open. Welcome.” The robotic voice said as Jungkook keyed in the numbers to his apartment. He just got back from a mission in Taiwan and he was utterly spent. He wanted nothing more but to pass out on his bed and hibernate for a few hours.

Upon reaching the living room, he stopped when he saw an endearing sight.

Y/N was on the sofa, fast asleep; head leaning on the armrest in an uncomfortable position. Jungkook sighed. He had told her countless times that she shouldn’t wait up but every time, she still did. And she was going to get back pains because of it.

He went towards the couch and knelt beside her, letting his fingers trace the lines of her face; touching the soft strands of her hair and watching t go through his fingers. Jungkook wondered if he would ever stop falling in love with her and thought however did he get so lucky to deserve such an angel.

Y/N stirred at his touch and Jungkook smiled before kissing her cheek.

"Kookie? Is that you?”

“Mmm. I told you not to wait up.”

She opened her eyes slightly and it was the cutest thing Jungkook had ever seen.

“Did you get the bad guys?”

“Yeah, I got the bad guys.” He chuckled as he kissed her cheek again.

“Mmm, that’s good. I’m proud of you.”

Jungkook felt like a little boy in kindergarten had just been given a star for drawing well or for being prompt in class. He would do anything to make his baby proud.

“Let’s get you to bed, hmm? You’ll hurt your back this way.”

“Aren’t you hungry? I can heat something up—”

“No, I just want to sleep with you.” He said, giving her nose and Eskimo kiss before lifting her up in his arms, bridal style. Y/N always wondered how he could carry her so effortlessly like she weighed nothing.

Jungkook tucked her into bed first then moved to his side of the mattress. He removed his shoes and his shirt before getting under the covers and snuggling against her side.

“Good night, baby.” He whispered against her neck as he placed an arm over her frame and pulled her close.

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you’re home.”

Jungkook smiled at that. “I promised, didn’t I?” He whispered and he saw her smile against the dark room.

“Mmm. I love you.” Y/N yawned as she snuggled deeper into his arms.

Jungkook smiled against her skin, and thought how no matter where he goes or what dangers lie ahead, it was always good to know he had this to keep him going…

Good to know he had Y/N to come home to.

END

I got so inspired by that request haha you guys might find some of the aspects in this story familiar since I’ve used this Agency in another story. So I might use the same background whenever I get secret agent/spy requests. haha (calling it the ISAIA series for now lol)

To learn more about ISAIA, read my story “Baby, I Got Your Back” ;)

Thanks for reading! (Comments are appreciated) And thank you for helping me reach another follower mark. <3

To the one who requested this, I hope you enjoyed it dear! And sorry for the delay.

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“Green Eyes” (1978)

A MOVIE-OF-THE-WEEK THAT RAISES AWARENESS FOR ALL THE KIDS SPAWNED FROM AMERICAN HOT SAUCE DURING THE VIETNAM WAR, AND HOW A LOT OF THEM ENDED UP HOMELESS, GLUE-SNIFFING ORPHANS.

BACK IN VIET-FUCKING-NAM, MAN, IF YOUR NUMBER GOT CALLED, IT MEANT YOUR ASS. SOME GUYS TRIED TO BEAT THE DRAFT BY GOING TO COLLEGE OR KNOCKING UP A GIRLFRIEND AND GETTING MARRIED; OTHERS TRIED TO COP SOME RAGTIME ABOUT BEING BORN WITH FLAT FEET OR SHOWED UP TO THEIR ARMY PHYSICAL IN A DRESS, BUT THE CHANCES OF THOSE METHODS WORKING WERE SLIM TO NONE. AS THE WISE OLD NEGRO SAYETH: MAN SAY GO, YOU GO.

I DON’T KNOW IF VIETNAM WAS THE FIRST MODERN WAR BEHOLDEN TO THE LAWLESS SPIRIT OF SEX, DRUGS AND ROCK’N’ROLL, BUT IT WAS CERTAINLY THE FIRST WAR SOLD AS SUCH. FOR THOSE OF US WHO WEREN’T THERE, WE’VE HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO WATCH PLATOON ENOUGH TIMES TO KNOW THAT AMERICAN SOLDIERS IN VIETNAM COULD ONLY PROCESS THE HORRORS THEY WITNESSED DAILY– AND, IN MANY CASES, CONTRIBUTED TO – WITH THE AID OF BOOZE, DOPE, MOTOWN AND SEX WITH PROSTITUTES. WHAT WE THE PUBLIC HAVEN’T FAMILIARIZED OURSELVES ENOUGH WITH IS STORIES ABOUT THE AFTERMATH OF THAT HEDONISTIC DEATHFEST, AND WHAT WAS LEFT BEHIND AFTER THE LAST U.S. CHOPPER FLED SAIGON. “GREEN EYES”, ALTHOUGH TOLD WITHIN THE FRIENDLY 1:33:1 FRAMEWORK OF TELEVISION, ATTEMPTS TO SHED SOME LIGHT ON THIS PERIOD.

THE FILM BEGINS IN THE BACKWOODS OF SOME COUNTRY BUNGHOLE, WHERE PAUL WINFIELD (A HERO AIN’T NOTHIN’ BUT A SANDWICH), A CRIPPLED VIETNAM VET, PAYS A VISIT TO THE HOME OF ONE OF HIS BUDDIES FROM THE SERVICE. IT’S A LITTLE SUPRISING WHEN THE PERSON WHO ANSWERS THE DOOR IS WHITE AND DOESN’T CHASE PAUL OFF WITH A 12-GAUGE. YEAH, THE PARENTS OF THIS DEAD SOLDIER MUST BE QUAKERS COS THEY LAY ON REAL THICK WITH THE OLD “OUR SON WAS KILLED FOR NO REASON” BUSINESS. PAUL, JUST BACK FROM HIS TOUR OF HELL, TELLS THE BEREAVED THEY’RE WRONG. DEAD WRONG.

IT’S BEEN SAID THAT THE BOND A SOLDIER MAKES WITH ANOTHER SOLDIER IS DEEPER THAN ANYTHING HE’LL FORGE ANYWHERE ELSE, EXCEPT MAYBE PRISON. PERHAPS THIS REFLECTS THE GENERAL OUTLOOK OF SOLDIERS, WHO, BY AND LARGE, ARE IMPARTIAL TO THE POLITICS OF ANY WAR THEY FIND THEMSELVES FIGHTING. IDEOLOGY IS FOR POLITICIANS; FOR EVERYONE ELSE, SURVIVAL IS THE MAIN MOTIVATION.

PAUL RETURNS HOME TO THE SOUTHSIDE OF SOME POOR AMERICAN CITY AND CAN’T CATCH A BREAK. NOBODY WANTS TO HIRE HIM BECAUSE HE’S A CRIPPLED VETERAN. WHEN PAUL GETS TIRED OF PLAYING PINBALL WITH THE OTHER JOBLESS MOTHERFUCKERS, HE BEGS HIS MAMA TO GIVE UP HER “KNEES MONEY” SO HE CAN RETURN TO SAIGON AND REUNITE WITH THE MOTHER OF HIS CHILD. MAMA HAS A COW, URGING PAUL TO FORGET ABOUT THAT CHAPTER IN HIS LIFE.

“No half-breed child of a Chinese slut is gonna throw out what I done spent my whole life scrubbing toilets for.”

-Mama

BUT PAUL CAN’T GIVE IT UP. THE BABY BOY, HE’S BEEN TOLD, HAS GREEN EYES JUST LIKE HIM, AND IT’S HIS MISSION TO FIND HIM.

PAUL GETS HIS ONE-WAY TICKET BACK TO SAIGON, WHERE SOME GRAINY STOCK FOOTAGE IS INCORPORATED BY THE FILM’S EDITORS BECAUSE “GREEN EYES”, MADE AFTER SAIGON HAD CLOSED OFF TO THE WEST AND BEEN RENAMED HO CHI MINH CITY, WAS MOST LIKELY LENSED ON AMERICA-FRIENDLY SHORES LIKE THE PHILIPPINES.

PAUL TAKES A CAB TO A SECTION OF SAIGON KNOWN AS “SOUL ALLEY”. THIS IS WHERE HE AND OTHER BLACK G.I.’s STAYED DURING R+R STINTS.

A BUNCH OF LITTLE THIRD-WORLD EXTRAS MATERIALIZE, KNOWING PAUL IS AN AMERICAN AND MIGHT HAVE PENCILS AND CHICLETS.

PAUL FINDS THE APARTMENT WHERE HIS BABY MAMA STAYS, BUT NO ONE’S HOME.

HE CHEERS UP WHEN HE’S GREETED BY HIS BABY MAMA’S COUSIN, FANG. THEY PROCEED TO DO A CONVOLUTED HANDSHAKE SLASH BOOGALOO THAT PAUL NO DOUBT TAUGHT THE LITTLE SLOPE LATE ONE NIGHT WHEN HE WAS HIGH ON REEFER.

FANG INVITES PAUL IN TO SPEAK WITH MAMA-SAN, BUT SHE’S TOO DISTRACTED TRYING TO FISH A BUFFALO NICKEL OUT OF HER TEA TO ANSWER ANY OF PAUL’S LINE OF QUESTIONING.

TROUBLED AND RESTLESS, PAUL TAKES A WALK TO CLEAR HIS HEAD. HE FINDS A PARK AND SITS DOWN. ALMOST IMMEDIATELY, PAUL GETS PROPOSITIONED BY A FRIENDLY LADY OF THE NIGHT. HE TELLS HER HE’S TOO BROKE TO FUCK; IF HE NEEDS A TUGJOB LATER, HE’LL DO IT HIMSELF.

WHEN THE CHICK SPLITS, A LITTLE KID COMES OVER AND TRIES TO HUSTLE PAUL, PRETENDING THAT HE’S SEEN PAUL’S CHILD. THEN HE STEALS PAUL’S ARMY JACKET. PAUL CHASES HIM, BUT WITH HIS BAD LEG HE CAN’T CATCH UP.

THE NEXT DAY, PAUL BEGINS CANVASSING THE UNDERBELLY OF SAIGON FOR HIS BABY MAMA. HE STOPS AT AN ORPHANAGE, WHERE HE MEETS THE DIRECTOR, AN ENGLISHWOMAN (RITA TUSHINGHAM, THE KNACK... AND HOW TO GET IT) WHO OFFERS HIM ARMY RATION LEMONADE.

SHE GIVES PAUL THE SKINNY ON ADOPTION IN SAIGON, A SOUL-CRUSHING MASS OF RED TAPE THAT MAKES AMERICA’S SYSTEM LOOK CIVILIZED.

MISS RITA ALSO TELLS PAUL THAT HIS SON WAS MOST LIKELY ABANDONED BECAUSE OF HIS BEING PART BLACK. TO KEEP THE CHILD WOULD HAVE BESET THE MOTHER WITH A FAR MORE TRICKY STANDING IN VIETNAMESE SOCIETY.

AT THIS POINT, PAUL WANTS TO BURY HIS HEAD IN A BOILING POT OF PHO AND PEACE OUT. HE DISTRACTS HIMSELF WITH A COMBAT FLASHBACK, THE CLASSIC DRIVING-DOWN-SOME-COUNTRY-ROAD-AND-HITTING-A-LANDMINE NUMBER.

THREE-QUARTERS OF THE SPECIAL EFFECTS BUDGET DOWN THE TUBES.

PAUL NOTICES THE PALLETS OF CHEAP CLOTHING IN THE MARKETPLACE ARE ALL MARKED WITH THE SAME STENCIL.

PAUL VISITS ONE OF THE ORPHANAGES MISS RITA MENTIONED. HE FINDS AN OVERCROWDED ROOM AND A BUNCH OF UNSUPERVISED KIDS TEARING THE PLACE APART.

WHEN PAUL APPROACHES THE ADULT IN CHARGE, HE FINDS HE’S SPEAKING TO A FUCKING BLIND PERSON. DAMN. SUBTLE.

PAUL WRITES A LETTER TO HIS MAMA, TELLING HER ABOUT THE THINGS HE’S SEEN IN THE ORPHANAGES, AND THE KIND OF POVERTY THAT DOESN’T COMPARE TO ANYTHING HE KNOWS BACK IN AMERICA.

THIS IS THE PART WHEN “GREEN EYES” ESSENTIALLY BECOMES AN ADVERT FOR UNICEF.

PAUL BUYS A BUNCH OF BANANAS AND FEEDS THE LITTLE MONKEYS. HE STARTS SPENDING MORE TIME WITH THEM. IT GIVES HIM A SENSE OF PURPOSE.

THEN HE RUNS INTO THE LITTLE FUCKER WHO STOLE HIS ARMY JACKET. THE KID, CALLED TRUNG, KNOWING HE’S GOT ABOUT TWO SECONDS TO LIVE BEFORE PAUL’S BIG BLACK FISTS COME RAINING DOWN, PROMISES TO HELP PAUL FIND HIS SON.

“Kid, you ain’t worth the skin on my knuckles. Where he at?

TRUNG TAKES PAUL TO A BAR TO MEET A FIXER, ONE OF THOSE GUYS WHO KNOWS PEOPLE AND HOW TO PROCURE THINGS.

THE GUY TURNS OUT TO BE PAUL’S OLD ARMY BUDDY, MIAMI BEACH. THIS CAT FAKED HIS OWN DEATH TO GET OUT OF THE SHIT, MAN. NOW HE’S BLOWING PAUL’S MIND, TALKING ALL KINDS OF TALK ABOUT HOW SAIGON’S A GAS -- YOU CAN GET ANYTHING YOU WANT. PICK YOUR POISON.

MIAMI BEACH SENDS PAUL AND THE KID TO THE COUNTRYSIDE TO RENDEZVOUS WITH THE RICE PADDY CONTINGENT.

ON THE WAY, THEY HAVE TO BRIBE SOME CHECKPOINT GOONS WITH OLD LOTTERY TICKETS TO GET THROUGH.

WHILE TRUNG GOES DOOR TO DOOR, PAUL LAYS BACK IN THE CUT AND REALIZES HE KNOWS THIS VILLAGE INTIMATELY.

ONCE UPON A TIME, HIS PLATOON BURNED IT TO THE GROUND SO THEY COULD BEAT A RIVAL SQUAD ON BODY COUNTS AND WIN A CASE OF BUDWEISER.

MORE OF THE SPECIAL EFFECTS BUDGET IN ACTION.

OBLIGATORY “NOOOOOOO” SHOT.

PAUL’S PRETTY BUMMED OUT WHEN HE RETURNS FROM THE COUNTRYSIDE. MIAMI BEACH DRAGS HIM TO A PARTY AT SOME RICH BROAD’S HOUSE, SELLING IT AS AN IN TO THE EX-PAT BREAD THAT WILL HELP HIM FIND GREEN EYES.

ON THE RIDE OVER, MIAMI’S CHERRY BENZ GETS ATTACKED BY SOME HUNGRY OLVIDADOS.

THE PARTY’S PRETTY HAPPENING. PAUL CAN’T GET OVER THE HORS D’EUVRES SPREAD, ENOUGH FOOD THE TO FEED ALL THE ORPHANS IN SAIGON. OH, THE IRONY! AND... AND LOOK AT THOSE JUGS! JESUS! ILSA, ILSA!

EVEN THE BUDDHISTS ARE SATED.

PAUL ISN’T HAVING ANY OF IT. ACROSS THE LAWN, HE RECOGNIZES MISS RITA FROM THE ADOPTION AGENCY HAVING A SIMILARLY TERRIBLE TIME. THEY CONSPIRE TO STEAL SOME TRAYS OF FINGER FOOD AND FEED THE LITTLE MONKEYS OUTSIDE THE GATE.

THIS PISSES OFF THE PARTY HOST SO MUCH, PAUL AND RITA ARE ASKED TO LEAVE.

THEY WALK THE STREETS UNTIL CURFEW. WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES TEN, RITA SAYS SHE HAS TO GET BACK TO THE ORPHANAGE AND PUT THE BABIES TO BED. PAUL ASKS IF HE, TOO, CAN HELP PUT RITA’S BABIES TO BED. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT BABIES PAUL IS REFERRING TO, OR IF, IN FACT, HE MEANS RITA’S PRIVATE PARTS.

PAUL SPENDS SOME QUALITY TIME AT RITA’S ORPHANAGE, WHERE HE TEACHES SOME OF THE KIDS HOW TO PLAY BASEBALL. RITA TELLS PAUL THE SAD NARRATIVE OF A STREET KID’S LIFE IN SAIGON, ESSENTIALLY THAT HE LIVES ON GARBAGE UNTIL HE’S FIFTEEN, WHEN HE JOINS THE ARMY TO ESCAPE THE STREETS. FIFTEEN?! THIS GIVES PAUL A NEW PERSPECTIVE ON TRUNG AND HIS ILK.

LATER THAT NIGHT, AFTER THE CHILDREN HAVE BEEN PUT TO BED, PAUL AND RITA SMOKE SOME OPIUM AND RAP INTO THE WEE HOURS ABOUT GREEN EYES AND ALL THE COLORS IN THE SKY, AND HOW LIFE CAN BE SO FLY WHEN YOU’RE HIGH ON THIS MAGIC CARPET RIDE.

“Do you fancy a shag, Othello?”

THE NEXT DAY, TRUNG COMES OVER FOR LUNCH.

HE STUFFS HIS FACE WITH PAPAYA AND ALMOST FORGETS TO TELL PAUL THAT MIAMI BEACH HAS MANAGED TO LOCATE PAUL’S EX OLD LADY, LEI-CHAN.

“The hell you say?! Put that fruit down and talk to me, boy. That damn papaya can wait, but my son, goddamit, my son can’t...”

TRUNG TAKES PAUL TO A HELLISH MARINA WHERE INSIDE EVERY CARDBOARD SHANTY SOMEONE’S EITHER SHOOTING A SNUFF FILM OR PERFORMING A CAT ABORTION.

YES, FRIENDS, BY DONATING JUST FIVE DOLLARS A MONTH, YOU CAN ENSURE THAT A BEAUTIFUL CHILD LIKE THIS ONE RECEIVES THE BASIC FOOD AND NOURISHMENT IT REQUIRES TO SUBSIST IN THE HARSH CONDITIONS OF LIFE IN THE DEVELOPING WORLD.

THEY FINALLY GET TO THE TENT WHERE LEI-CHAN IS BELIEVED TO BE. PAUL TELLS TRUNG TO WAIT OUTSIDE.

IN THE BOOM-BOOM ROOM, PAUL DISCOVERS HIS EX. SHE LOOKS TIRED AND FUCKED-OUT. A BABY’S CRYING IN THE CLOSET. COULD IT BE?

SWING LOW... SWEET CHARIOT... NOPE, IT’S SOMEBODY ELSE’S BABY. A PILOT FOR AIR PHILIPPINES, LEI-CHAN EXPLAINS. THE DUDE WAS SUPPOSED TO SEND FOR THEM THE PREVIOUS WEEK BUT GOT TIED UP IN A MONSOON.

“Green Eyes is dead. I am sorry. He get fever. That was that. And Paul, if you like to feel better, I give you fucky fuck for ole time sake.

PAUL OPTS OUT OF THE FUCKY FUCK AND LEAVES THAT BOOM-BOOM ROOM A CHANGED MAN. PART OF HIM IS DEAD, A MUCH BIGGER PART THAN WAS ALREADY DEAD, BUT, MORE IMPORTANTLY, PART OF HIM IS NOT DEAD.

HE TAKES THE TOY HE WAS PLANNING TO GIVE GREEN EYES, ONE OF THOSE DISTURBING WIND-UP MONKEYS THAT PLAY THE CYMBALS, AND BURIES IT IN THE GROUND, UPSIDE DOWN. SEMPER FI!

PAUL STOPS BY MISS RITA’S TO SAY GOODBYE. HE ASKS IF SHE’S SEEN TRUNG. SHE HASN’T, BUT WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT THE BOY BELIEVED PAUL HAD FOUND HIS SON AND NO LONGER HAD ANY USE FOR TRUNG. ALTHOUGH HE’S WORRIED HE’LL MISS HIS FLIGHT BACK HOME, PAUL DECIDES TO LOOK FOR TRUNG AND SAY GOODBYE. HE HAILS A TAXI AND TAKES IT TO THE MOO-GOO-GUY DISTRICT.

TRUNG APPEARS SITTING ON A BRIDGE, WEARING A BALLOON ON HIS HEAD AND EATING WHAT LOOKS LIKE GRILLED PUPPY INTESTINES ON A STICK. HE ASKS ABOUT GREEN EYES. PAUL TELLS HIM THE TRUTH, THE BABY TRUNG HEARD WAS SOMEBODY ELSE’S.

“I think I have the rest of my day to hear this American story, but I only have three more seconds to finish this fried plantain before it congeals and turn to athlete’s foot.”

“Say, Trung, man, I just missed my plane because of you, man. So what’cha doin’ with the rest of your life? How about we catch a ferry out of this here and go exploring, man. I hear that Malay pussy is outta sight. Like, they know how to take care of a brother. And after that, we’ll set sail for Brazil. Man, the bitches down there ain’t even got hair... down there.”

THE END.

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Getaway (The CS Mixtape) Part 129/?

Series of CS oneshots inspired by music. Collection on FF Here.

A/N: Reader prompted AU where Emma works in a bar and though she doesn’t need saving, she does need to get the hell out of dodge. Enter Killian Jones, a man on the wrong side of the law, who’s been tempting Emma since he fist stepped into town two weeks ago. I’ve decided to couple this chapter with the song ‘Getaway’ by Tritonal and Angel Taylor since my reader didn’t give a specific song.

“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t pretend you haven’t been making eyes at me all night long.”

It took a herculean effort for Emma not to actively hurl at that proposition from the sleazy guy across the bar who’d introduced himself as Walsh before setting down to drink almost a full bottle of their cheapest scotch. He was three sheets to the wind, handsy with every woman in here, and a royal loser as far as Emma was concerned, yet here he sat, insisting he had a chance with her. Leave it to a man to be that freaking delusional.

Thanks to this hole-in-the-wall bar being one of the only places in a fifty-mile radius, and its easy access to a cross-country highway, Emma had barely any regulars and a whole host of characters that came in here night in and night out. She’d discovered over her three months of being on staff at Gold’s that daytime shifts were almost always better. Sometimes they got families in the restaurant portion for lunch or at least more people who weren’t actively trying to get hammered, but at night the crowds were hit or miss. Tonight was a definite miss… well, aside from one person.

Emma glanced towards the back corner of the bar and felt the same swarming of butterflies low in her gut when she did. The familiar stranger who’d been in town for about two weeks was here, and right now his eyes were on her and the man who was giving her all this grief. Emma could practically feel the anger radiating off of him, but when she looked at him it eased some and the clench in his jaw lessened. She offered him a small smile and mouthed the word ‘refill’ to him in a silent question, but he shook his head and offered her a smile of his own. The punch it packed was inescapable, and before Emma could do something stupid like blush in the face of it, she tore her gaze away from him.

“That man is downright sinful,” Emma’s coworker Ruby offered and Emma was definitely in agreement with that assessment. It was one of many words she’d use to describe him, but sinful just seemed to have the right amount of edge to do him justice.

“You said it.”

Ruby looked surprised at Emma’s engaging with thoughts on the customers at all, but soon after delight lit up the brunette’s features. Since Emma first set foot in this bar Ruby had been trying to get through to her somehow, but Emma kept her an arms length away, not because she didn’t like Ruby, but because she wasn’t going to be here long. Three months was already way past her norm, but things had diverted from Emma’s plan, and to make a very long story short she didn’t have a mode of transport out of this podunk town save for hitchhiking with one of the less than stellar characters who stopped in here for a spell. She was still a few weeks off from having the money to do so, and part of Emma was glad, because if she had left on her normal timetable, she never would have met him.

Emma’s eyes looked back up to the stranger across the room and when she did his eyes were still on her. He didn’t try to hide his interest, but Emma had to wonder about him. For two long weeks he’d been coming into this bar, at first with other friends of his who had now since left, but other than a few words when he ordered and when he left each night he didn’t say much to her. She still didn’t even know his name and she found herself wanting to know that and so much more about him.

“Seems like someone’s interested,” Ruby’s words pulled Emma back from her new favorite pastime of trying to guess what a man like that could possibly call himself.

There was no reason to try and deny this guy’s brand of sex appeal. Emma had met a lot of people in her life, mostly because she never stayed in one place for long, but none of them were like him. Dark hair, a trimmed but prominent beard, and eyes so blue they put every remembrance she had of the ocean to shame, made him certifiably attractive but then there was the rest of him.

He had the most commanding presence that denied anyone the chance to overlook him, but Emma noticed that he tried to blend in. The only person he ever went out of his way to speak with at all was Emma. He always sat himself in her sections or waited until she could be the one to see him, but then every time they spoke he was a complete gentleman. He didn’t pry or get overly flirtatious, and Emma found herself wishing he would. He looked one way and acted another, and Emma was almost desperate to find out who he really was underneath it all.

The man was also seemingly averse to color, opting for black and occasionally dark blues every time she’d seen him (which was every day since he first rode into town on that bike of his), and he had the leather to go with that chopper. He had bad boy written all over him between the tattoos and the slight trace of a scar on his face, but Emma didn’t mind. Despite her usual aversion to… well, everyone, Emma kept getting pulled back into this guy’s orbit. He hadn’t been far from her thoughts in two weeks, and that left her a little dizzy and more than a bit curious.

“Maybe I am,” Emma finally countered and Ruby slapped her hand loudly on the bar and put her other hand on her hip.

“Okay well that does it. You are going to talk to him and you’re going to ask him two things: first, what is a hunk like that is doing camped out in this craptastic town? And two why hasn’t he made a move when he clearly wants to?”

“Ruby I don’t think -,” Emma was going to counter that she was at work and that more importantly she didn’t do things like this, but Ruby interrupted her with a mere wave of her hand.

“Good, don’t think,” Ruby said as she poured two shots out for Emma and her. She handed one to Emma and continued with her plan. “You’re going to take that drink, take your little bit of liquid courage, and change your fate. Because if you don’t I will snatch him up for myself.”

“Yeah right. And leave your sheriff? I don’t think so.”

Ruby grinned at the mention of Graham, her reason for staying in this town when she might otherwise like to be somewhere else. Graham was the law around here, and he had been for about a year, but him and Ruby had plans to move on to greener pastures in another year or so. Ruby truly loved him despite her insinuation to the contrary, so Emma knew her threat was empty, but she still did not like the idea of any woman approaching her stranger. Oh god – now she was getting territorial over a guy whose name she didn’t even know? This was rich, and probably really bad.

“Come on, Emma. Enough stalling. Go and show that guy you’re no damsel in distress. You’re acting like you’ve never asked for a guys number before.”

Emma decided not to tell Ruby that she actually hadn’t. You didn’t really need numbers when your love life up to this point consisted of youthful infatuations and one-night stands that never lived past the next morning. But the idea of just one night with this guy was less than Emma wanted, and that was only mildly petrifying.

“Play all you want, darling, but I know you want me,” the same drunk said from down the counter, interrupting Emma and Ruby and pulling an eye roll from both women.

“What I want is a boss who lets us kick out assholes, instead of insisting everyone who pays can stay,” Emma offered to Ruby, ignoring the guy some more as she downed her shot and felt the heat scorching the back of her throat. She never drank on the job, but Ruby was right. She needed this.

“From your lips to God’s ears,” Ruby added as she tossed her own drink back and then she smiled again, offering Emma a tray of refills for a group across the way. “Table eight is right by your stranger if you want to go…”

“He’s not my anything,” Emma added though she couldn’t ignore the stirring in her heart that came when Ruby made the connection. Her eyes flicked back in his direction and he was still watching her, still just as intense as he ever was.

“You could change that. All you have to do is let him in.”

Ruby said that like it was easy, but if she knew Emma past the workplace sort-of friendship they’d formed, she’d know it was anything but. Life had taught Emma time and time again that she couldn’t just give herself away. Walls might make living lonely, but they also served a purpose. They kept her safe and whole and above the deluge of emotions that would come if she ever really had to face her past or all that was missing from her present.

Yet there was also a tiny voice in the back of Emma’s mind that said Ruby was right. It might not be easy, and it definitely wasn’t her M.O. but Emma could make a choice to take a risk. She could be braver and put herself out there. Who knew? Maybe the bad boy biker had more in common with a lost girl running from her own demons than she thought. Maybe there were more than a handful of moments in store for them. Maybe there was a future.

The thought inspired Emma to take the tray and to move around the bar, but as she did, she felt the unwanted hands of her not so secret admirer from the bar on her ass. Immediately she twisted, pinning Walsh with an angry stare and a serious tone that would stop any sensible person dead in their tracks.

“Don’t touch me.”

The bar went quiet except for the sound of someone rising to their feet. Emma didn’t even have to look back to know it was her stranger. She just sensed it and felt her own courage rising when she did. He had her back if she needed it, and even if she was more than capable of taking care of herself, that thought eased some of the knots in her chest that came from someone trying to take advantage of her, no matter how smarmy or weak he was underneath the unfounded swagger.

“Now come on darlin’, there’s no need to play so hard to get.”

Walsh moved for her again and Emma tossed the tray to the empty table beside her with a loud clang while she twisted his arm painfully and put him up against the counter. He groaned out a sound of pain as his face planted into the bar top, and though Emma didn’t delight in hurting anyone, she did appreciate that it meant he wasn’t able to put his hands on her again.

“I’m not playing with you. Touch me again and you will see just how serious I am.”

“Miss Swan!” Emma glanced up to the owner of this bar who went by Mr. Gold (though after a few months of working here, Emma was pretty sure that was an alias meant to make him seem grander than he was) who sneered at her. “Let the man go and say you’re sorry.”

“Say I’m sorry? Me?”

Emma was flabbergasted and yet part of her was not at all surprised. Her boss was a dick, and he’d never tried to hide that. But something was different today, something had broken inside of her and she wasn’t willing to accept this anymore or write it off as another spot of bad luck in her pretty pathetic life. Instead she let go of the guy and took off her apron in quick, sure movements.

“Screw that. I quit!”

“You can’t quit,” Gold said, seeming for the first time a little worried that she meant it.

“Ha! Watch me.”

Emma slammed down the apron and headed out the door with just a small salute to Ruby that silently wished her good luck and then a final glance at her stranger. He was still standing, watching her go and she didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or proud of herself so she just headed out into the warm night outside.

When the cool breeze hit her skin, Emma began to realize everything she’d just done and she moved into autopilot. She had to get out of here, she had to keep moving, but damn it her bug was long gone after that last thousand mile trek across the country to get the need to run out of her system. She was stuck here, and while she could ask Ruby to get her to the bus station a few counties over, she couldn’t ask her to leave in the middle of her shift. There weren’t many places around here offering employment after all.

Just like there weren’t many places offering a room to rent. The sad fact of the matter was that Emma was actually a tenant of Mr. Gold’s and she doubted he’d be letting her stay now that she was leaving him high and dry. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place, desperate to leave, but without a way to do so.

“Are you alright, love?”

Emma turned to the now familiar voice and found her stranger looking truly concerned for her. The sight of someone actually caring caused a lump to form in her throat. Emma was an exceptionally good judge of character with a sixth sense for whether or not someone was full of it, but this guy was genuine. He wanted to know if she was okay, and she weirdly wanted to tell him.

“I’ve been better, but I’ve also been worse,” she admitted and he offered a ghost of a smile as he stepped closer. Emma didn’t retreat from him as she might of with other people, and honestly she wished he’d close the gap more.

“How can I help?” he asked candidly.

“Do you have some magical lead on a cheap car so I can get the hell out of here?” Emma joked.

“No, but I have my bike and a want to see you safe. I’m at your service should you need me.” Emma laughed, not because she found him funny, but because he was just so out of place. What was a biker doing with words like that and a face filled with sweet sincerity?

“Just like that?” she asked.

“Just like that,” he promised.

Emma could feel the truth radiating off of him and it paralyzed her. She was so overwhelmed by his willingness to be of help, but all her old alarms were blaring in her mind saying that there were always strings. Nothing was every free – there was always a price when it came to kindness.

“Why?”

“Because you deserve the help, love, and because you’re too damn good for a place like this. I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you that since I first saw you, but no words I had seemed to do you justice. You’re impossible to describe.”

Emma let that sink in and felt the waves of pleasure and uncertainty that came in the face of such a confession. That he thought so highly of her was a real compliment, but she honestly didn’t know how to handle a guy who said things like that without some kind of angle. He wasn’t standing here saying she was gorgeous and thinking she might be an easy, vulnerable lay. He looked at her like she was worth something and then offered his hand to her gently like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Come with me. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. All you have to do is say the word.” Emma closed her eyes briefly loving the sound of that, of going away with him of all people, but she had to be smarter than this.

“I don’t even know your name,” she said frankly.

“Killian Jones, and before you ask, I’m a bad bet, love, and I know that. By all accounts I’m someone you want to avoid not run with, but bloody hell I’m hoping you’ll look past that. Let me be of use to you. Let me get you out of here. I want to help. I need to help.”

“I’m Emma.” She offered her name as she tried to wrap her mind around all of his words and his intensity and he smiled, his hand coming to brush away a strand of her of her hair behind her ear. It felt like she was surrounded by sunlight when he did, even though it was late, and the sun was long gone.

“I know. I’ve been paying attention, but you already know that.” She did know that, but it was still nice to hear.

“Why?” Emma asked the same question again, unable to let go of how surreal it felt. She needed answers. They were the only thing that would assure her in a situation when so up in the air.

“Because I couldn’t walk away. Because you’re different, and for the first time in a long time something in my life feels right again.”

What could she say to a confession like that? Emma still knew practically nothing about him, but she knew deep in her gut that she could trust Killian. It might be crazy, but for once she was willing to take the risk. With Killian she’d jump, and she started by pulling him down to her by the collar of his jacket for a kiss that started simple and sparked into something deeper, lustier, and more magical than anything she’d ever known. It was an incredible kiss, and it felt like finding home when Emma had never actually had one before. She hated to pull back, especially when his hands were on her body like this, pulling her closer and playing every ounce of desire she had to a beautiful tune, but she did eventually to tell him her decision.

“Okay.”

Things from there moved quickly, and Emma was glad that she’d never been terribly sentimental, because her one box of belongings was really all that there was room to bring. When she’d retrieved them and left what could be replaced in her room, she wrote a final note to slip into Ruby’s mailbox on their way out of town thanking her for everything and telling her she’d be in touch when she could be. Then when that was done Killian sought Emma’s command for their next steps.

“Where to, love?” Emma smiled and realized the answer didn’t matter.

“Anywhere. Wherever feels right.”

Killian grinned and offered her a helmet before getting them out of town and off on a new adventure. And luckily for both of them, that one leap of faith managed to turn into so much more. For they did find a place that felt right, and they both managed to put down roots and find a home in each other that they’d both so truly wanted.

…………… Doesn't take much to feel the rush With nothing but your eyes on me How 'bout we do just like we do Two crazy fools just breaking free

No, it don't matter what we've been told I can see the skies are gold Yeah, it's just you and me and open road, let's go

I don't see no red lights, just a wild ride You're my getaway, you're my getaway Tonight, I'm gonna be alright You're my getaway, you're my getaway tonight You're my getaway, you're my getaway tonight You're my getaway tonight

You're my getaway I don't see no red lights, just a wild ride You're my getaway, you're my getaway Tonight, I'm gonna be alright You're my getaway tonight

It's getting dark, let's light a spark Ignite our hearts and burn away This is our time, it's do or die Come on, let's rise for heaven's sake

Oh, it don't matter what we've been told I can see the skies are gold Yeah, it's just you and me and open road, let's go

You're my getaway I don't see no red lights, just a wild ride You're my getaway, you're my getaway Tonight, I'm gonna be alright You're my getaway, you're my getaway tonight You're my getaway tonight

Post-Note: Thank you to my lovely reader who asked for this. It took a while to figure out how to write this prompt because I hadn’t ever considered a story like this, but I finally stumbled on an idea today after your (very) long wait. I hope it did your vision justice. Anyway thank you all so much for reading, and as always, feel free to send prompts or ideas my way. I’d love the mixtape to have a nice long life and the more song suggestions I get, the easier that will be! And to everyone still waiting, don’t worry. I am making my way through the queue slowly but surely.

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