Sketch For The Reposed Rebellions Series - An AU!Rural Coming Of Age Kidd/Killer Story. Collection On

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8. Care

Kidd - 10 | Killer - 14

Tags specifically for this chapter:

Kidd's getting better at subconscious use of devil fruit

Kidd does not care for being pampered- no thank you

he only tolerates it because it makes Killer feel better

(he's the only one who buys this excuse)

mild background violence & death

future crew cameos

trash/land slide

Children in danger

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

There were a handful of older kids that had all beefed with him and Killer at one point or another before. Today had been a monster of a teen with dingy blue hair that had come at Kidd with a pipe, waving it around like a sword instead of a club. In contrast, as thick as he was, his buddy was skinny, stringy orange hair falling around his ears and ugly sunglasses with half smashed lenses came at them with an actual knife. A few other ugly ass-hats that had been loitering around the last few hours rushed in with the charge.

They liked the spot Kidd and Killer had set up in this spring and thought that it would serve their gaggle of delinquents better than the two loners. They changed their minds pretty quick when Killer showed them exactly why he was named what he was, and it would take more then the six of them to take on the one of him, especially with Kidd watching his back.

Blue and Orange had run off like beaten dogs, leaving Killer and Kidd to deal with the four dead bodies before their camp got stunk up. The down side to a good brawl was having fucking chores to do afterward, Kidd thought moodily. They lived in a literal dump - cleaning house should be the one thing they never had to bother with.

He was kicking the last of the bodies over one of the ledges when he felt the creak before he heard it, a sharp itch building under his skin and he'd frozen in place; Killer's head shot up a few yards away, and Kidd knew something bad was going to happen. Killer's always kinda had a sixth sense about this kinda thing, and if Kidd was noticing something was off too...

The scrap under his feet was whispering for him to -do- something, before the sounds of shifting garbage thundered out. Something at the base of the Heaps had shifted, and Killer was running towards him, but only getting further away.

Kidd lost his footing, the ground dropped out from under him and he was falling. He tucked in tight on himself, the shifting debris -sticking- to him as he tumbled, feeling like a katamari ball the farther he rolled.

The rapid flickering of trash covered earth and smog ridden sky gave way to complete darkness as the metal scraps closed in around him, the unforgiving ground rushing up unseen to meet him.

***

"Shi- ... -idd! Kidd!"

Kidd blinked up at the hazy afternoon sky, trying to figure out why he was sleeping outside.. and.."What hit me?"

Killer's voice was far away, but that was absolutely him calling.

"I'm here!' he called back, pushing himself up right with only a little difficulty, "I'm okay!"

Killer was scrambling over the lip of the little hollow Kidd had come to a rest in, pulling back some of the larger pieces that had following him in and left him loosely cocooned in at the bottom

"Hi," he waved, still a little disorientated, Killer did not 'Hi' back so much as fling himself at Kidd and start patting him down for injuries.

"I'm fine!" he insisted, but Killer wasn't listening, carefully checking him over, particular attention paid to his back and neck and head. And Kidd let him because it was Killer.

"I'm okay." he tried again as Killer watched his pupils for a reaction, hands pushing Kidd's headband away to run fingers over the back of his skull. Kidd was never going to get his hair to sit right now, but the panic in Killer's eyes kept him from bitching at the moment.

"Kil! I'm okay!" he repeated, mirroring Killer by pressing his hands over Killer's ears and making him stop and really look at him.

"You're okay?"

"I'm okay.... Are you okay?"

Killer scoffed, a wet chuckle that seemed to stick in his chest, "You're the one who fell, dumb-ass."

***

Kidd could already tell Killer was going to be insufferable for the time being, a proper worry wart. They should be celebrating. They'd defended their home, kicked some ass, and Kidd had beaten a mountain. Instead, he already knew Killer was going to mollycoddle him the next few days.

And dammit. He was going to let him. Killer had always been real good about not talking down to him and treating more like a partner in crime than a literal child, at least more than anyone else would. And the worse part was, Kidd was pretty sure this would be his friend's reaction no matter how old Kidd got, and he was just going to have to suffer with the mothering for the next while.

The things you did for friends, he mussed, hours later, tucked safely in Killer's arms as the chill of the night failed to creep past Killer's hold. Killer was unstoppable - bullies or nature herself. And if anyone tried to call Killer soft or pathetic for it, Kidd was going to kick their teeth in.

hikaru-9 and me found a crack in the universe in the Utah Salt Flats

Kidd - 4 | Killer - 8

Tags specifically for this chapter:

Dialogue only

Original Characters

Companion to Love Language

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

He'll be five - we should throw him a party.

He'll be five - he wouldn't remember a party.

He will. Cook can bring her boys, and your niece can come.

I do not understand this need of yours to have hundreds of children underfoot.

....

Fine, fine. It's a Tuesday, it'll be slow anyway. We'll close the tavern and throw a party for a five year old.

Oh! I love you so.

You better.

....

What about that little blonde fucker?

Who?

The stabby kid, the dock boys' shadow.

Oh, Killer!

... I shouldn't have expected anything else.

I didn't think you liked him.

I guess I should be happy he bit me instead of stabbing me like he did Anndra.

You scared him!

I though the stevedore was getting handsy with him! I didn't know the bastard was just blackout drunk.

....

What?

I didn't know that was what you were upset about. It's just... very sweet of you.

I just don't want that shit going down in my home. They wanna turn tricks, they can go to the red light like everyone else. Stabby fuck knows that and that's why I let him stay.

My brave knight off to rescue damsels and urchins alike.

Stop.

... Do you think Killer would want to hang out with a bunch of preschoolers?

I think that boy would follow anyone who gave him a soft look into a back alley.

Eustass!

Sorry. I'm.. I'm sorry.

Ph! Don't make me think about such things - I'm never going to let him leave next time if you say things like that.

We can't afford that.

We could...

We already pay cook twice her worth to feed her boys.

Don't word it like that!

What?

Twice her worth - Twice her WORTH - gah. Its gross. Don't say it like that.

We do though. You figure in the free meals and board, she makes more than I do at the end of the day.

Maybe we could hire Killer to work with her.

We can't afford that.

.. I know....

....

...What do you have there?

My mom made it for me when I was little - I found it with her things last summer when...

.. Oh sweetheart...

Its supposed to be Moccus; He was mom's favouite old God. The fierce defender.

Wish we knew she had it a few years ago - it would have been a nice christening gift.

You knew what she was like....

Still.

... Maybe.

Hmm?

... It's bad luck to visit someone without a gift.

... I'm not following.

Stabby boy. Killer. He wont come without a gift. Especially a party. And I can't exactly demand a street kid buy my son a toy.

What if he takes it and runs?

Do you think he would?

...No.

If he did... if he did, I would be sad but... I don't think I'd be mad. He could probably use a fierce defender patron.

An AO3-CSS block walkthrough

Note, i actually dont know css. I've just learned this from assorted other tumblriets

Log in to Ao3

Go to your dashboard

And then open the skins page

Here, create your first site skin

Once you have created it, you will go to where it says edit below instead to update it as needed.

At the very least, you will have to name it, then go to the CSS section.

There is lots you can do here, but the two things I'm talking about is preventing specific stories (work) or authors(user) from being displayed to you.

You can add as many as you like, breaking them up with a comma, and ending with the {bracketed info}

.work-12345,

.user-12345 {

display: none !important;

}

Now to show you where to get the numbers to replace the 12345

First, work/stories. Open the piece you want to remove from your future browsing, and go to the url. It will be the first set of numbers. If you view stories chapter by chaper, there will be two sets of numbers so be sure you're capturing the right ones.

Authors/user are not found in the url, but instead on their profile pages

Once you are done, just submit.

If you are already using someone else's pre-created site skin, you can add it to your new skin! Even combine them if you like! Under the css section, there is an advanced option. Open it up and you can add existing public skins here

7. Hair

Kidd - 16 | Killer - 20

Tags specifically for this chapter:

Friends to Enemies

that weird little period where they were rival gang bosses

the girls boys are fighting

Kidd is an unreliable narrator but it's not his fault

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

"You got taller."

"You grew your hair out." Its hard to tell for sure what Killer really thinks about things these days; a lifetime living in each other's pockets can't be erased in just two years, but besides just hiding his expression behind ragged bangs, Killer's added a cloth tied around his lower face. But he tilts his head the same way, right ear up, left shoulder - his weaker shoulder - hunching up and in and Kidd can feel him judging him through his lashes. Can picture it so clearly in him mind, and he smirks. "It looks good."

And he means that; Growing up they way they did often mean cutting mattes out of Killer's hair, never getting a chance to grow too long no matter what they tried. Hell, Kidd had cried that last time he'd had to take a knife to Killer's hair. A fight with other Heaps' folk had Killer landing in a tar spill and even though they'd walked away the victor, Killer's hair was a complete loss. They'd gotten in a brawl with Victoria only a few days before that, and then Kidd had to cut Killer's hair to the scalp in a few places, and it was too much at once for his 13 year old self.

Killer had the world's worst haircut but Kidd was the one who had to be coddled.

Well, Joke was on them both because Killer would abandon him too the next year anyway.

"I guess ditching me for running water worked out well for you."

"And I'm leaving" Killer growled, and Kidd wanted to let him leave. Wanted Killer to be the one who walked away from the meeting, to reject him again. He was still angry and he -flung- a handful of bolts at the back of Killer's head. Unfortunately for him, Killer ducked in time, grabbed a brick from off the ground, and hurtled it back at him.

Kidd did manage to avoid getting hit but it was nothing as graceful as Killer's maneuver.

"The hell are you thinking!? What if someone saw you!" Killer hissed, marching back, head swiveling nervously like he was looking around to make sure none of his little gaggle of groupies had seen anything.

It was infuriating, and Kidd felt his temper getting the better of him, "What if someone... are you serious! Are you trying to mom me NOW?"

Killer stopped up short like Kidd had smacked him. Good.

"Nono. No. Do you hear yourself? You fucking left me," Kidd -flung- another handful of scraps and trash at Killer who avoided it as easily as the first round, "You left and fucking now you're trying to come in and order me around like you have any say in my life anymore!"

He -threw- another round, this time it felt like it was mostly screws, at Killer. The man's fists were clenched, but instead of letting Kidd goad him into a real fight, he shoved them in the pockets of the almost-not-holey jeans he was wearing as he smoothly twisted out of the way.

"So you can fuck off and I will use my fucking devil fruit however the fuck I want, when ever the fuck I feel like!" He -threw- another handful of screws and scrap. This time Killer didn't dodge it, and Kidd winced when the scattershot slammed into his former friend's side. Kidd dropped his hand down, metal falling quiet around them. "Kil...Killer, I didn't..."

"You're right. You can do whatever you want now. Big bad Boss of your own."

It was Kidd's turn to stick his hands in his pockets.

"Keep the Heaps. It's yours. My people'll clear out by tonight." Kidd had nearly forgotten the whole reason they'd met up - supposedly to hash out turf lines. Killer'd only just been named Boss after all, and had to prove he was up to the task. Instead Killer just ceded the whole dispute to him.

"Just like that? And if they don't?"

"If they got a problem with it, I'm sure they come running to join you."

"Unless they stab you in the back over it first." - Do you have someone now.. watching your back?

Killer just shrugs, turning away.

Kidd will go back to his crew, Killer'll go back to his own new shiny family, and they'd glare at each other over turf lines when they bothered to pretend the other existed at all, and go back to hating each other again.

Killer really did look nice with his hair grown out like that. It was as pretty as Kidd could have ever imagined, and he bet it was a soft as it looked.

...

Ceithir Gormaichean, Kidd still missed the prick.

ⓘ A sewing machine is a device that provides a several-fold increase of the speed at which you can make mistakes

Here’s the nakie!Crowley version, all finished.

Isn’t it grand!!

(She says she’s gonna do a clothed!Crowley for me to put in the actual story, but lookie!!

nakie!)

Nothing like undressing your personal angel inch by inch, and worshipping every bit.of skin revealed.