Day 18 : Cowboy

I love hurt/comfort and wish to know your rev list for those.

Oh goodness, well that’s going to be quite a few.  I’m assuming you’re referring to Good Omens fics? So that’s what this list will be~ The other fics I posted in the last ask are ALSO hurt/comfort fics, so I won’t include them on this list, but they are very much worth a read. Also there’s... a lot, so I wont be putting summaries

HotCrossPigeon has a little series going, they aren’t connected so you can start with any of them which is nice. Unfortunately several of them are incomplete, but they’re still absolutely worth the read

Don’t Take It Away From Me (words: 7,112 / status: complete)

Honey, You’ll Survive (words: 12,749 / status: complete)

Won’t You Come Back to Me (words: 29,285 / status: incomplete)

So Still I Wait (words: 13,502 / status: complete)

Gives Me Hot Cold Fever (words: 10,458 / status: incomplete)

You Never Had a Heart (words: 12,983 / status: complete)

Take Me Home Tonight (words: 6,663 / status: incomplete)

Zeckarin also has a series. As far as I can tell, they don’t focus solely on hurt/comfort? But they have a couple fics that I really enjoy, and where it does seem you have to have read prior parts in the series, I was able to catch on to backstory pretty easily with context clues in just the parts I’ve read.

From Hell, With Love (words: 25,844 / status: complete)

Don’t Play with Hellfire (words: 7,560 / status: complete)

charliebrown1234 is on this list again further down, but they also have a series, and like the first one, you don’t really have to read them in order to understand them, but with this one I can’t see why someone wouldn’t just read them in order. They are all complete

Aziraphale vs The Hellhound (words: 4,935)

Aziraphale and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (words: 4,334)

Aziraphale vs The Great War (words: 2,500)

Aziraphale and the Desperate Priest (words: 4,523)

Aziraphale vs The Great Fire of London (words: 5,053)

Aziraphale vs Pestilence (words: 7,666)

And then Here are all the individual ones:

Hell Above by I_Fear_I_Fell (words: 8,405 / status: incomplete)

Stuck On The Puzzle by venomly (words: 44,578 / status: incomplete / human AU)

I Threw Stones At The Stars But The Whole Sky Fell by Turcote (words: 9,693 / status: complete)

Remains by indigo (indigo_angels) (words: 95,330 / status: complete)

Whenever this world is cruel to me by Mekachu04 (words: 5,112 / status: complete)

Hell Freezes Over by charliebrown1234 (words: 17,789 / status: complete)

Lot Thirty Seven - The Vault by AceOfShadows (words: 15,347 / status: complete)

Broken Hallelujah by laylabinx (words: 22,050 / status: complete)

It Was a Dark Night (But Hadn’t Stormed Since Last Tuesday) by 29Pieces (words: 10,933 / status: complete)

Something Wicked by Turcote (words: 19,781 / status: complete)

For Better or Worse by Angelina_Aintithenniel (words: 11,536 / status: complete)

The Arrangement by LadyWallace (words: 8,287 / status: complete)

like a live coal tossed in the sea by blue_spectacles (words: 63,495 / status: incomplete / C and Az don’t know each other AU / crossover but heavily focused on Good Omens)

This isn’t all the fics I’ve accumulated, but I figure it’s more than enough of a good start! 

Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark

(5119 words) by Mekachu04

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Crowley Has A Penis (Good Omens), Aziraphale hasn't made an effort, Emotional Sex, aziraphale feels love, Consent is Sexy, First Time, first time they say i love you, Frottage, Non-Penetrative Sex, emotional overstimulation, Clothed Sex, 'you go to fast for me'

Summary:

Angels can feel love. Crowley never appreciated that tidbit until now.

Read on Ao3

Someone really wants to play with the fishies

<3 <3 oh!! turned out so cool

Not one piece related but I'm super happy with this Destiny commission I finished for the wonderful @mekachu04 thanks again for commissioning me!

13. Diner

Kidd - 13 | Killer - 17 | Victoria - 18

Tags specifically for this chapter:

Child (Kidd) in danger

Victoria beats up Kidd & Killer

Victoria mocks both their laughs

Victoria and Killer have been having sex together

It's been going on for a little while

She mocks him about poor sexual performance

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

"Hyunk it up, you sound like a fucking hyena choking on his own dick!" which only set Kidd off harder, falling back off his stool laughing as he looked up at Victoria's curry soaked dress. It had been her nicest yellow one, one of Killer's favourites, and now it was streaked like someone had shit down her chest.

The visual and her description of Kidd's laugh finally broke the dam on Killer's own chuckles, and he buried his forehead in in his crossed arms at the counter, laughing.

"Like you have any room to laugh," Victoria clearly found none of this amusing, "you fucking bray like donkey, you two pump chump!"

Killer reddened, swallowing uneasy, "Come on, Victoria. Don't be like that." He tried to take her hand and she jerked away, shoving him back into the counter. Kidd was wiping away tears of mirth from his spot on the floor, and a few patrons were starting to edge away uneasy. The owner was approaching, looked angry at the whole ordeal.

"Get out.." he growled.

Victoria sneered at the two boys before storming away. Killer glanced once down at Kidd before chasing after her. Kidd, still tangled in his fallen chair on the ground, smiled sweetly up at the owner. He did not smile back. "OUT!"

Kidd grumbled, following his two friends out to where they were arguing in the side alley, Killer /apologizing/ for laughing, much to Kidd's annoyance. "Come on Doruyanaika," he jeered, her turning away from Killer to glare at him, "You match your name! it's like... destiny!"

Killer cachinnated so hard he was shaking, and Victoria whirled back on him, her fist smashing into the side of his face and Killer went down, blindsided by the hit.

Something about seeing Victoria turn on Killer, that apparently all it had taken was some split curry, was endlessly funny to Kidd and he laughed at Killer's misfortune. Unfortunately, Victoria didn't care he wasn't laughing at her anymore, and she was hitting him next, a fury of fists and Kidd curled into a ball to try and avoid real damage. Killer came to his senses at some point, and tried to calm Victoria down just for her to turn on him again.

The two boys lay battered at her feet, Killer finally biting the bullet and called for mercy for her to stop. Victoria still looked at them in rage, and Kidd had never seen her so mad before. Her face so red he'd of thought she was crying if she hadn't just handed both of them their own asses.

Killer was still talking, trying to smooth things over only for Victoria to shove him away and he stumbled back against the wall, "I hope you drop dead. Don't you ever talk to me again." Before storming off and leaving them to lick their wounds.

Kidd's nose had been broken it turned out, and Killer had a concussion so bad he'd end up puking twice on the way home. Once they'd crawled back to the little shack that passed for home in those days, Kidd watched over his friend, forcing him to say awake at least until the world stopped spinning on him. "Why'd she call you two pump chump?"

"Its.... It's a sex thing; when a guy cums too quick. She was being mean."

"Oh..." Kidd was quiet, before laughing, "it sounds like you were trying to fuck her!"

Killer chuckled back, but it was forced and strained. Kidd turned to study him. "So, did you? Fuck her?"

"Never even kissed her."

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Years later, Kidd glanced at Killer in the mirror as he diligently wrung bath water out of his loose braid, pleated back for bed. Kidd pulled the toothbrush form his mouth, looking contemplative.

"...what?"

"Just was thinking about when we were kids."

"Oh?"

"When Vicky called you 2 Pump."

Killer scowled, "Figures you remember that."

"First time I caught you lying to me, blame it on that." he shrugged, returning to brushing his teeth.

Killer looked annoyed. "I have never lied to you."

"I do believe I asked if the two of you were screwing around, and you turned so red you looked like a pimple about to pop."

"That's fucking gross."

Kidd just shrugged. "With that fucking mullet you used to have, all red faced and embarrassed...."

"Can't believed you just called me a fucking pimple...."

"Lots worse I could of called you," he spit out toothpaste and rinsed his brush off, "You lied to my face."

"Nope." Killer popping on the 'P' as he rubbed lotion over his nose and across his cheek bones, before looking back at Kidd in the mirror, waiting for his rebuttal.

"Bullshit - I caught you two fucking in the bathroom of the curry joint multiple times. You were not as sneaky as you thought you were."

Killer froze, looking small for a moment, "You did?"

"Saw your white ass way more times than I wanted because you were terrible about locking the door. Had to stand there and keep anyone else from walking in on you two morons several times."

Kidd gargled some mouth wash, spitting it into the sink as Killer looked thoughtful.

"Ready to admit you lied?"

"No..." Killer said finally, very soft. "I didn't said we never fucked, I said we never kissed."

14. Punk

Kidd - 18 | Killer - 22

Tags specifically for this chapter:

Killer's struggling with identity issues

and how he fits into the crew

Killer might be slightly agoraphobic|claustrophilic

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

He's not as surprised as he outta be to find Killer dozing in the workshop again. What was part of the captain's quarters had been split down the middle with all the best shiny crap Kidd could fill it with.

The room was now the closest to the scrapheap one could get - sans the smell. Kidd wasn't particularly trying to replicate anything but Killer certainly seemed to gravitate to something in the area.

Or maybe it was just the smallest room right now. Killer had always been uneasy in open spaces. As kids, they'd learn to burrow into many a small cramped places at night for safety and Killer's never really lost that habit.

Today he was tucked in under the desk. Kidd smirked as he moved in another box of odds and ends he'd gathered up. Killer had a perfectly good mattress in his brand new room and yet continued to wedge himself under Kidd's desk to sleep.

Dork Kidd thought fondly. He did try to work quietly though.

After a few minutes, a thought struck him, and he paused to peer down at his new colleague and oldest friend inquisitively. He mulled over the curiosity forming in him mind, tumbled it around.

"Hey Kil?" he prompted, kneeling down by the man. Killer did not move. He was curled in on himself, bangs down around his eyes, chin and nose tucked down into his collar. Kidd touched the rough shirt fabric thoughtfully, before brushing Killer's bangs away.

Killer made a soft little, "hmmm?" but did not wake.

***

There was certainly a ... theme... starting to develop with Kidd's new crew. A lot of fishnet as a fashion statement. A lot more leather then he'd been expecting. He'd thought he might have gone over board with some of the ostentatious prints he'd hoarded in the corner of his wardrobe, but nothing compared to the belts and chains and straps that was clearly his crew's new aesthetic.

But they looked so happy. Some of the get ups were impractical as hell, but that just meant Kidd had to be stronger and better to make sure that he'd be the one taking on any challengers and letting them keep their towering heels and strands of pearls.

Before they knew it the ship was ready to sail. Kidd standing on the deck of the newly christened Victoria Punk.

There was just one thing left...

Before the rest of the crew assembled, Kidd took his box and headed to the quarters of his three commanders. Wire & Heat he had already passed, leaving just one man behind. Good - Kidd wasn't sure how his gift would be received and wasn't sure Killer would want an audience. Once entering, Kidd knocked on the wall once inside, eyeing Killer in amusement.

"Don't laugh at me." The man warned, as serious as a heart attack. Killer had lost his sense of humor after Victoria Prime handed his ass to him a handful of years back.

Kidd held up the box as a peace offering. "I'm sorry." And he was. He could only guess how uncomfortable Killer was in that get up. "You look pitiful."

Killer scowled but Kidd just shook the box for emphasis. "The three of us had a chat. Sorry you weren't invited."

The scowled deepened. One of Killer's problems was he was just too damn emotive. No matter how he tried to hid it, just a glance at his face told you everything you needed to know about his mood. The mop of hair he called bangs could only hide so much, and Kidd was waiting for the day he came out to find Killer replaced by Cousin It.

Killer took the box, glaring at him before opening the lid to.... "Kidd?"

"We wanted everyone to be themselves, Killer. Remember? No more acting or dressing how other people expect us too. And that includes you."

Inside was a soft cashmere sweater, pale blue and cream. Probably the most money any of them had ever spend on a single item, much less for a piece of clothing.

Killer held the sweater, stunned, fingering the soft weave. "Kidd... I don't..."

"If you don't like it - then we'll give it to someone else. But... Kil, don't pretend to be into what every one else in. You don't have to do that anymore. I want you to just be you. Killer. Not someone parading around in today's latest BDSM catalog - which, apparently, is our new signature style - because he thinks he has to to be accepted."

Killer chuckled before pretending to cough to cover it up. Kidd tried not to let his disappointment at that colour his expression. But Killer did slid the garment on, and Kidd smiled when Killer's face lit up at the soft feel, beaming ear to ear in that silly crooked smile of his.

Highly infectious illness keeping everyone isolated? Clearly what we need next is the area's largest earthquake in nearly thirty years.

It's been morning, folks

Work in progress sketches

Top from some point in R.Rebellions, and the end of Last Emperor Blackbeard. Bottom two future chapters from Adrift and "Kid" Pirates

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Vagabond - 😴 on Twitter

“Y'all, @Mekachu04 printed and hand bound a copy of Out of the Darkness for me and I couldn't be more in love. They even featured @Valerie_S

6 books folded. They’ll go in the press next time I go upstairs #bookmaking #bookbinding https://www.instagram.com/p/CFTWfg4ll_F/?igshid=mnl8u9dvthvb