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(CURRENTLY RUNNING THE KID PIRATES MONTH EVENT, TAKING PLACE JANUARY) (THAT IS NOW BTW!!!!)

Hello! I’m Adrián, a latinamerican (🇨🇷) artist who does art at varying degrees of success. I mostly draw art of One Piece (Kid Pirates Central) and JJBA (la squadra specifically). You can check out the mozarellart tag if you want to see my art!

(Y ahora en español whoo)

Buenas, buenas! Soy Adrián, un disque artista latinoamericano (🇨🇷), y dibujo a lo que me dan mis habilidades. Más que todo, dibujo arte de One Piece (Kid y compañía más que todo), y JJBA (la squadra). Si querés ver mi arte, se encuentra bajo la etiqueta de mozarellart!

Doflamingo X OC Sofia! 2 variants.

Every morning he combs her hair with his strings! At the start he still had to use two hands but now he's so practised he can do it one-handed.

The background is from google, a free-for-use commercial one!

And then this is the simple background version.

Happy birthday, baby blue!

Making a playlist for him right now!! ^-^

Kidd Pirates Month Stories - Part 1

Oneshot Prompts

Most of these chapters / days have been self-sufficient, apart from "Modern AU", where I just kept on going and going to avoid prompts I didn't want to write about. I think I'll post that one separately.

Content warnings: Plenty of cursing. Kid pirates being Kid pirates.

New beginnings - Day 1

Severely injured, stranded and alone, Kidd makes a landing on a mysterious island. Spoilers for 1100s!!

Pain. He’s in so much pain. There’s blood smeared all over his body and he’s pretty sure that there’s something wrong with his left eye, his vision is blurry at best and black spots keep dancing in front of him. Nevertheless, he pushes himself off of the cold shore he stranded at. This must be some cold winter island, the ground he laid on felt completely frozen, leaving his skin where the clothing had been shredded to burn painfully.

Where are the others? The thought strikes him with a searing intensity. He’s captain, he shouldn’t be focusing on himself more than his crew. He grimaces, his neck hurting when he turns his head to look around.

There’s nothing. Just this awfully cold surface that feels like ice but not entirely. Some freakish oddity of the New World, or so he assumes.

This supposed “ice” raises high into mountain-scapes far taller than the Victoria Punk, circling around at the end like waves. The Victoria Punk. What happened to her? Her and the crew. Did they make it out? Are any of them even still alive? He curses, the sound fading to nothing in the vastness of the space he’s in. Where the hell is he gonna go from here?

This island doesn’t look inhabitable in the least. Unless there are some sort of animals living on this ice, he’s gonna starve to death if he doesn’t freeze first.

But even if there are any animals, he’s going to have to be careful. He glances down at his left arm, ending right below the arm stump where his metal arm had been before that cursed battle. Judging by the look of this island he’d be lucky to find any metal in the vicinity to build anything with.

He tries pulling any closeby metal to him, but stumbles back when he’s met with a metal presence so strong it feels like he’s the one being pulled towards it instead of the other way around. He narrows his eyes, staring into the direction of where he can feel the presence’s location, but he can’t see anything. Thick clouds hang low over the island, making sure he can only see the mountains around him.

He's never felt a presence that strong. The metal must either be of a special quality, imbued with some type of Haki or devil fruit he’s unfamiliar with, or just be really incredibly large.

But maybe he can use this phenomenon to his advantage. Looking back, there’s nothing but the empty, wide ocean around him. Not even any signs of the Victoria Punk having been wrecked, no debris swimming around and most worryingly, none of his crewmates either.

He focuses on pulling the metal towards him again, and just like he suspected, he’s actually the one being pulled towards it. He intensifies the pull, until it’s so strong that it actually starts to overcome gravity in pulling him upwards.

This might be a terrible idea, but what has he got to lose at this point? He’s barely alive as it is, if he doesn’t find help soon that’ll be it for him.

Given his state of exhaustion it’s difficult, making sure the magnetic pull is strong enough to pull him in while also not crashing into any of the ice mountains and blocks around him in his flight. He has to take longer and longer breaks as his journey continues.

Eventually he’s made it far enough for the clouds not to intercept his vision anymore. An involuntary tremble of a mix of both excitement and fear runs through him as he views the large longsword before him in the distance.

Large isn’t even the right expression. It’s so huge that Kidd has to crane his neck to follow its sheath upwards, and even then the continuation of the sword is obstructed by green foliage.

Just where the hell is he? Is he even still alive? Is this all just a dream or a fever hallucination caused by the severity of his injuries? There’s no way a sword that large should exist. Because if there is a sword of that size, there would need to be a forge large enough to house it. Beside the smith needing to make it and a wielder to carry it.

Even giants wouldn’t be cut out for the task, and Kidd absolutely hates how small and insignificant this huge-ass longsword is making him feel.

But nonetheless he carries on, letting himself fly towards the large sword which he later learns goes by the name of “Sumarrbrandr”, a sword which would shape his destiny more than he’d ever have had the gall to imagine.

Kidd Pirates as Kids - Day 2

“Ow!”, he yells, immediately drawing back the finger which he’d gotten squeezed in between two metal parts of his newest invention. He curses as he puts his finger under freezing cold running water to soothe the pain. The piece he’s currently working on has been incredibly hard to make, but it’s all going to be worth it. Now if these damn joints just finally stopped popping off…

Three hours later, he’s bathed in sweat but entirely content with the end results. He tests out the fluidity of the motions before making sure to pack his newest invention carefully, after all it’s a gift for a very special person and he definitely doesn’t want anything to fall apart on his way to her.

When he arrives, he does so at the same time as Killer. They’d both ridden their old run-down bicycles here. Killer also has a big package with him, but by the smell of it, it’s more of the edible kind.

While Killer is part of a rival gang on the island, Kidd doesn’t really dislike him. Killer’s pretty cool, actually, Kidd just can’t say that to his face or he’ll think he’s all that.

After a short dispute of who gets to go through the door first, they finally arrive at the hideout of the one and only Victoria. This place is a peace-zone between all the four gangs led by Kidd, Killer, Heat and Wire on the island, where Victoria reigns supreme.

Kidd and Killer, who are both in love with her, have been trying their damned hardest to get her to join their respective gangs, but to no avail so far. Every single time Kidd asks her to join his gang – and he asks her that a lot – she says that him and Killer should merge their groups, and then she’ll join. Which of course Kidd can’t do. Asking Killer to do that would basically mean submitting and asking anything of Killer. Which would put Kidd in a lower position than Killer, and there’s no way he’s gonna have anyone above him in the hierarchy.

Not even if said person makes some killer food. Pun intended, or so Killer says every time. Kidd rolls his eyes each time he has to hear that, but somehow that bastard makes Victoria laugh with his cheesy lines. 

Which is totally stupid. Kidd should be the one making her laugh, not that freaking long-haired, blonde good-for-nothing. Seriously, what self-respecting man has long hair like that? Totally stupid. Not that he's ever gonna say that again.

The first time he'd done that, after getting into a huge fist-fight with each other Killer hadn't shown up at their meetings for a whole week, after which he'd reappeared with hair that he insisted he hadn't cut, but it was pretty obvious to everyone that he had. 

The peace between them is rather fragile, but for the most part, they manage to get along. Even though they're constantly fighting over it, they're somewhat okay with sharing Victoria's affections. Begrudgingly. Kind of. 

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But things change with time, as they always do. A group of criminals docks at the island, trying to take control over Kidd's island. Well, the island he technically shares with Killer, Heat and Wire. But still, mostly Kidd's island. He's the coolest out of the four of them, after all. 

Things take a turn for the worse as the newly arrived criminals start terrorizing the towns of the island. Kidd calls in for an emergency meeting with his gang, receiving intel on these new threats from his trusty scouts. 

The criminals don't seem particularly organized, but they have the numbers, plus they're all grown-ups, which gives them a boost in strength over his own group. It might be time to do something he'd much rather avoid. 

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Once they've all assembled around the table at Victoria's place, Kidd stands up and speaks up. He fixes Victoria, Killer, Heat and Wire with a passionate glare. "We need to do something. These criminals are terrorizing the towns. Towns that are ours to terrorize. Not theirs. I propose an alliance. We can't just stand and watch as they ruin everything." 

Heat and Wire exchange a look, nodding in agreement. They had already spoken to one another about something of the sort, but hadn't been brave enough to approach the oftentimes volatile Kidd.

Killer frowns. "An alliance. Then who's gonna call the shots? One person will have to. If we just command our respective groups on our own it'll be chaos."

Kidd immediately preens. "Well, obviously that should be me." Heat and Wire speak up loudly in protest and everyone starts arguing until Victoria slams her hands on the table. "Shut up! All of you." 

The boys fall silent but keep glaring at one another. Victoria sighs. "You're the same as always. Bickering and bickering for no good reason at all. I'm gonna call the shots." 

Everyone turns and stares at her in complete and utter bewilderment. Heat sputters. "B-but... you're a girl. What do you know about fighting?", prompting him to immediately receive two hits from both Kidd and Killer who glare at him furiously. 

Killer: "She's twice the man you are, bastard!"

Wire tries to deescalate. "Calm down, both of you. What Heat's trying to say is that all four of us have experience in leading our gangs. Victoria doesn't." 

Victoria nods. "Yeah, but while that's true, me not leading one of your gangs means that I don't have my head full of nonsensical competition, like all of you do. And what we need to beat these little shits is unity. Which none of you are capable of, I'm pretty sure. Hence I'll be our shot-caller."

Kidd clearly wants to protest, but he doesn't know how to do it without being as offensive as Heat was, so he stays silent, his head progressively turning more and more red. 

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Things somewhat work out. The four gangs manage to unite and defeat the intruders, but Victoria takes a serious hit during the course of the battle because she had insisted fighting at the front like all of the other gang leaders. Beyond countless broken bones she loses sight in her left eye, giving her a nasty scar right on her face. 

Her recovery is slow and gruelling, but she does recover, much to the relief of Kidd and Killer. 

She starts to hate the way she looks now, trying out some eyepatches to cover up until finally deciding to wear a helmet instead. Kidd never tires of telling her that she's still beautiful even with the large scar and her blind eye, now fogged over and staring into nothingness, but Victoria doesn't listen. 

Killer tells her the same things, but once she decides to don the helmet, he gives up on trying to fix her self-esteem, and instead makes another helmet just like hers, which he then starts wearing. He makes some for Kidd, Heat and Wire as well. Heat and Wire wear them at first but grow tired of it, while Kidd doesn't want to hide his face away like a coward in the first place. 

As the island returns to a somewhat peaceful state, Kidd manages to convince everybody to start a pirate crew and leave home behind. 

Seeing as he'd been the only one strong enough to take down the leader of the invaders Kidd gets to become captain, while Victoria becomes first mate, with Killer, Heat and Wire all getting to be officers. Kidd promises them that once they're a big crew they'll get to lead the divisions of their grand fleet. Though he makes Killer promise that he'll always stay on the main ship, because he'd rather not be missing out on his awesome cooking skills. Or his best friend, but that part is left unsaid. 

Besides, they are both kind of dating Victoria now, so it'd be unfair to send Killer off elsewhere. As much as Kidd wants her all for himself, he cares for his best friend way too much to want to ruin things between them. 

Victoria undergoes plenty of training to become strong enough to be worthy of the position Kidd bestowed upon her. 

But even with plenty of training under her belt, she still doesn't take the helmet off. 

Her and Killer become known as the massacre soldiers, a formidable duo of sword fighters that tend to fight back-to-back, only surpassed in strength by their captain alone. 

Victoria Lives AU - Day 3

They've made it to the New World. It's been one huge hassle trying to get here, but they're finally here now. 

Kidd is currently crucifying some moron who had wanted to go back home from the New World. 

What had even been his plan? Take the perilous journey through Fishman Island once more without anyone to coat his ship for him? Beg the nobles for a safe passage across the Red Line? 

What a moron. Kidd's basically doing him a favor by crucifying him. 

Victoria's off to the side, drinking beer through a straw going through one of the holes in her helmet. Killer's sitting beside her in silent companionship. 

Kidd lets out a sinister laugh as his victim screams out in pain. Victoria rolls her eyes and sighs.

"You just have to be this loud, don’t you?" 

Kidd frowns and strolls over. "What's wrong? You don't usually mind this kinda stuff." He waves his hand, gesturing to the man flailing on the crucifix. 

Victoria shrugs. "I don't care, I just don't understand why you have to be so damn loud about it. Just get it over with. It's not like you've gotta put a show on for anybody."

Kidd exchanges a quick glance with Killer. Usually Victoria would be the first to terrorize victims with him. 

Killer scoots a little closer to her on the bench and puts a reassuring hand on her back. "Talk to us, Vicky." 

She grumbles for a bit, but eventually relents. "Fine. It's just... another headache. I swear there's something wrong with these islands." 

Kidd and Killer exchange another, longer glance. She's not being doing well ever since they entered the New World, the different magnetic fields of the islands somehow affecting her body. 

Once he'd found out about it, Kidd had been doing research by raiding libraries as well as torturing scientists of islands they came across for information, but to no avail so far, at least not in that regard. He has been learning a lot of really neat things about island magnetism that he's still working on integrating into his devil fruit usage in the future. 

Killer sighs. "None of the other crew members have been experiencing this. But you don't have a devil fruit, so I don't get how you would have any sort of connection to these islands. Hell, if it is even the islands. Maybe it's something else altogether." 

Dive, who's been coming closer, beer mug in hand, chimes in. "A lot of the boys got diver's disease from our trip up from Fishman Island. I've managed to treat them, but maybe Vic here has something similar. It only started after we entered the New World, after all." 

Victoria grunts and shrugs, dismissing their concern. "Whatever. I'll be okay. Not like some headache's gonna hold me back. Just stop being so fucking loud all the time and I'll be fine." 

She heads off towards her tent, leaving her two worried boyfriends and the crew's doctor behind. Kidd sighs. "God dammit. We need her to get better soon. Things are dangerous enough as is without our girl haivng some mystery disease." 

Killer nods. "Maybe you should give her a break from being first mate for a while, let me take over temporarily. Maybe she's just stressed? I don't fucking know." 

Dive snickers. "She'll bite both of your heads off if you do that." 

Kidd snaps at her. "Yeah well then you recommend something if you know better." 

Dive falls silent at that and quickly scoots back to the rest of the crew. 

Kidd sighs. "Fuck, Killer. I hate not knowing what's gotten Vicky down so bad. How can I protect her from mysterious headaches? I can't fight those." 

Killer moves over to sit beside him, wrapping a strong arm around his shoulders. "We'll figure it out eventually. I'm sure of it. Until then, lessen her duties a bit. Let's see if her being less stressed makes anything of a difference. And if nothing else helps..." 

Kidd looks at him scrutinizingly, trying to see through that damned helmet. "Then what?" 

"Then we should get in contact with that other Supernova. The Surgeon of Death. Let's face it, Dive doesn't have that much of a clue of what she's doing, she's never had any proper training, her knowledge is purely from combat experience. Maybe someone with actual medical training can figure this out." 

It goes over about as well as he expected. Kidd jerks up to stand upright, spilling some of his beer through the quick motion. "Beg that spineless bastard for help? No way. He's become a government dog recently. One of the seven warlords. No way am I going to crawl to him begging for help. Over my dead body." 

Killer sighs. "What's more important - your pride or Victoria's health?" 

Kidd grumbles for a while but eventually settles back down. "Hmpf. Maybe if we just send him a message asking to pay for his services. Like a neutral business deal. Not begging that asshole for shit." 

Killer chuckles faintly. "I never said you should." 

Kidd smacks him on the head. "Yeah well whatever. Hopefully Vicky stops getting those damn headaches so we don't need to get in contact with him in the first place." 

First Island or Leaving Kutzk - Day 4

The first island they had encountered after leaving their home island had been one situated in the South Blue. 

Victoria had had a lot of pent up frustration from having to lay still and heal for the past two weeks (during which they'd waited back on their home island, they didn't want Victoria to miss out on the joys of her first voyage across the sea.)

Once they'd finally arrived at their first island, everyone steps off their small nutshell of a boat with sighs of relief. They're all pretty glad that they hadn't had any storms seeing as the small boat would have tipped over the second the waves got too large. 

Building a new one or improving their current boat was the first directive the newly formed Kidd pirates agreed on. 

While Kidd knew how to build a lot of things with metal, he didn't know much about how to build a ship. Heat thankfully did, and through the flame-spitting ability he was born with he made sure to char the surface of the wood they built with to carbonize it. 

Kidd grumbled plenty about knowing better about ship building than Heat did (which he didn't), his ego didn't take too kindly to having to accept help, especially with Heat being a former rival gang leader. 

The Kidd pirates would need a bit of time to really grow together as a crew and start trusting each other. 

They ransacked the local workshops for the materials they needed, giving everyone who tried to stand in their way a rough beating until they were left alone to take whatever they wanted. 

Eventually, Killer says what they've all been thinking. "We need an actual ship-wright. We can't just wing this. If our ship is no good, we're as good as dead out on the open sea. Especially once we get to the Grand Line." 

Victoria giggles, the sound echoing in her helmet. "You guys are all idiots. You've been so hell-bent on building your own ship, you didn't even stop to think of the easiest solution." 

Everyone bristles at the insult, but Heat and Wire have learned their lesson from ever insulting Victoria again. (Even playfully, a story the bruises on their body tell all too well.) 

Kidd huffs. "Then what's the great plan, Vic?" 

Victoria shrugs and gestures towards the harbor. "Easy. We wait for the next big ship to dock, and then we steal it." 

Wire pipes up. "You sure this is a good idea? What if it's a marine ship?" 

Victoria rolls her eyes. "Oh, grow some balls already, Wire. We're pirates now." 

The next ship that docks at the harbor of the island is neither a marine nor a pirate ship, but a luxury cruise ship. It has a large swan head as its figurehead. Stealing it from the civilians isn't so hard, the leftover employees are quickly thrown overboard as the Kidd pirates make themselves comfortable on their new ship. 

Kidd immediately sets out to change the swan figurehead ("That's not manly enough!") into a dragon, although it mostly just ends up looking like a ugly snake-bird with scales and bulging eyes. 

The five of them argue a lot over what their jolly roger is supposed to look like. 

Kidd wants nuts and bolts, Killer wants his and Victoria's helmet and some blades, Heat wants fire and Wire wants some wires on their logo. Victoria is fine with anything so long as it has a really cool sword on it.

They end up all painting the flag on the main mast together, so the end result is completely unrecognizable. While they had all agreed on Kidd's design in the end - with him being captain - they'd all secretly decided that they were going to paint their own design. The end result being one large mess, that is sure not to intimidate any foes. But maybe confuse them into a strategic retreat? Or so Wire suggests. 

Card games - Day 5

Introduction to my Kid Pirates OC Pound!

Quincy slams her cards down on the deck and yells. "ARGH! Can you just NOT cheat for once in your damn life?" 

Pound shrugs and grins at her, not an ounce of regret on his face. "You have no proof." 

Quincy throws two of her throwing knives, aiming them at the sleeves of his sweater, making his ace cards fall out as the tips of the sleeves are cut off. 

Pound's grin widens. "Huh! I wonder how those got there? That's weird." 

Quincy gets up and yells at Victoria who's standing on deck a couple meters away. "Yo, Vics! You're first mate, get this lousy cheater to actually abide by rules!" 

Victoria comes over but doesn't seem to want to do anything. "He's your man. You gotta raise your boys well." 

UK, another one of the card game participants, giggles. "Yeah. You gotta do it like Victoria. She's got captain and Killer at her beck and call." 

Pound grins, gets up as well and hugs Quincy from behind, mumbling into her ear. "Y'aint ever taming me, babe." 

She grunts and rams the back of her elbow into his stomach. "That's for cheating. You're such a crappy loser." 

Pound doubles over and clutches his stomach. "OW! Fucking hell, Quince!" 

Quincy and Victoria high five each other and head off, talking with each other about how their boys barely listen to anything but direct violence. 

Feast - Day 6

Content warning: Kidd Pirates being Kidd pirates and Pound suggesting plenty of violence, cussing, explicit descriptions of injuries, somebody burning to death.

Whereever the Kidd pirates go, they bring chaos. Be it due to them raiding local shops for useful gadgets and berri, or due to them torturing and killing civilians. 

Right now, most of the crew are in the local renowned restaurant. Jaguar, Hip and Mosh had a lot of fun beating up the place's security, and now the crew's settled into the place comfortably, legs on the table, feasting on the dishes that the chefs and waiters keep cooking for them. 

Pound and Killer are in the kitchen together with the chefs to make sure they don't rebel, poison the pirates or run away. Killer is just silently browsing through the local recipe books while Pound keeps making comments that unsettle the chefs greatly. 

"I'm sure your head would look good on one of those fancy platters." 

"How about we use your blood as a spice? Might make your crappy cooking taste a bit better." 

"Oi, you almost chopped your finger off. Are you struggling to concentrate? Are you scared? Are you a big coward?" And then he distracts the chef in question, who's trembling in fear already, by stepping up right behind him to intimidate him even more. Pound's never been shy of physical contact. 

Killer, busy scouring through the recipes doesn't bother correcting his behaviour either. 

Meanwhile, Victoria and Quincy are strolling through the town, exploring the other sights. They come across a large tent with the large letters "MADAME FORTUNA" written on top. Quincy scoffs. "Wow. How clichée. How hard is it to come up with a good name when lies and manipulation are your entire business?" 

Victoria stops in front of the tent, giving Quincy a sharp look. "I'd like to go in." 

"Seriously? Do you believe this kind of superstitious crap?" 

Victoria shrugs. "Eh. I bet most of them are scammers, but you never know, right? What with devil fruits and haki being a thing. Maybe there's actual fortune tellers who have such insane observation haki they can see the future." 

Quincy groans. "Ever since Kidd read up on haki that's all you guys talk about. Jeez. Damn tryhards." 

Victoria immediately defends him. "Oi, he's our captain. He needs to know his stuff. You know damn well he takes our safety seriously. So be fucking grateful." 

Quincy rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, princess." She loves mockingly using Kidd's nickname for Victoria whenever the two bicker. 

"Go on ahead without me. I'm not asking you to do this with me.", Victoria orders, stepping inside the tent. 

Quincy sighs. She'd love to do just that, but she knows that if she runs into Kidd or Killer and they find out she left Victoria behind on her own, they'll have her head on a spike. Figuratively. Maybe literally? She's not so sure with those protective psychos. 

They do trust Victoria to handle herself, or so they say, but they've instructed the crew to protect Victoria with their lives. Which is totally favouritism, but noone's really brave enough to argue with Kidd or Killer. 

Grumbling to herself about her crew being led by absolute morons, Quincy steps into the tent after Victoria. 

The place looks pretty expensive, with velvety walls and carpets laying around. The walls of the tent seem to be rather thick, as it's pitch black inside, safe for the small table shortly above the floor, dimly lit up by a table. 

Of course there's a clichée glass ball and a set of tarot cards laying on the side of the fortune teller. Quincy scoffs, already thinking to herself that this must be another charlatan.

Victoria's already sat down on her knees in front of the fortune teller. She seems suprisingly calm and almost solemn, a state Quincy has never seen her in before. Not that it's easy to read Victoria's moods whenever she has the helmet on. Which is practically always. 

When Quincy steps closer, she finally gets to see the fortune teller, previously having been blinded by the candle right in front of their face. 

Not that their face is visible in the first place. It's hidden away behind a mask, and a creepy one at that. 

The eyes of the mask look like somebody took a pencil and drew manic circles over and over and over until the mask broke in at the center. 

The mouth of the mask is large and unnatural, teeth painted on with plenty of lipstick present around the masks lips. 

But the probably worst part is the stench. Quincy would have expected for a fortune teller to have some sort of scented candles around, some decently smelling herbs, or just, anything appeasing to clients. 

Instead it stinks worse than it does in the boys' crew quarters (and that's to say the smell is so bad you could pass out from it if you had a weak stomach). 

It stinks of decay, rotten eggs and like the fortune teller hasn't bathed in at least one year. 

Quincy is absolutely disgusted, but Victoria seems almost entranced as she's waiting for the fortune teller to speak. 

At least the voice of the fortune teller sounds like what you'd expect, a deep, velvety female voice. "Take off your mask, child. Bare your soul to Madame Fortuna." 

To Quincy's endless surprise, Victoria abliges. Not even a word of protest leaves her mouth as she takes off the mask she's been wearing for a few months now. 

Even in the dim light Quincy can clearly see the abhorrent scar marring Victoria's left side of her face. It's the first time Quincy is seeing Victoria without a mask since Quincy only joined the crew two islands ago, so she can't help but gasp in horror at how bad it looks. 

She can only imagine how bad it must have looked immediately after the injury. The skin is still red and welted, the stitches on the outlines of it ugly and obviously not done by a professional. 

Quincy feels sad for Victoria. She's always admired the fierce woman, but Victoria must be feeling absolutely terrible about herself to have been hiding her face from her own crew for this long. Quince wonders if she even takes the mask off when in private with her two boyfriends. 

And yet, despite apparently being so eager to hide her face, she's taken the helmet off in front of this stranger. It automatically makes Quincy grip her throwing knives. Never know when foul play is present. 

The fortune teller herself doesn't give an audible reaction to Victoria's looks. She puts her hands on the table and demands: "Give me your hand, child". 

The hands of the fortune teller are decidedly old and wrinkled, sporting ugly dark-green splotches that look very unhealthy. Quincy's starting to assume that the foul stench in the air might in fact be portruding from the fortune teller. 

Once more, Victoria obliges wordlessly, holding out her hand for the strange woman to take. 

The terifying mask leans closely over Victoria's hand, her long, slender fingers stroking Victoria's hand in a way that makes the hair on Quincy's neck stand up. 

"Ahhh yes, my child. You are with death." 

Victoria tenses up, but her voice is unmistakably shaky as she asks. "With death? Explain yourself, old hag." But the insult lacks the bite it would usually have. 

"Your life line. It's thinner than I've ever seen before. You're not supposed to be alive. Death will come to you soon." 

Victoria jerks her hand back towards her own body. "That's bullshit. I'm young. Not gonna just topple over and die." Quincy's pretty sure she can detect fear in her first mate's voice. 

"Fear not, my child. Death is but the next step. The stars cannot discern whether it is your death that will come to you or the death of one of those two men close to you." 

That's not something Victoria would ever tolerate hearing. It sounds like a barely veiled threat against Kidd and Killer, so she pounces on the fortune teller, knocking aside the table and candle to hold a blade against her throat. "How do you know about the two men?" 

The fortune teller cackles, a haunting noise that makes Quincy and Victoria even more uncomfortable. "I know more about you than you know about yourself, Victoria Shiruton Doruyanaika." 

Victoria flinches, accidentally drawing blood with the blade. "How the fuck do you know my name?" 

The woman cackles again. "I know everything. That's why you came to me, after all. You know I have the answers. You can feel it too, can't you? The omen of death looming over your head." 

Victoria stands up abruptly, pushing the fortune teller away with her foot. "Quincy. Come. We're done here." 

It's becoming rather urgent that they leave, granted that one of the carpets and now the walls of the tent have caught fire from the candle toppling over. 

Quincy looks at the woman laying in the corner. "Are we-"

Victoria cuts her off with a wave of her hand. "Let's get out of here." 

The fortune teller doesn't make a move to stand up, just laying there, keeping up her ramblings. "Deny it all you want child. Your demise is imminent. Think of me, in those final moments. I will welcome you into the afterlife." 

Quincy and Victoria head out of the tent quickly, the entire fabric now on fire. 

Quincy tries to peer inside but they have to step back to avoid the smoke getting into her lungs. 

Something inside the tent explodes, and they can hear the fortune teller scream in pain. Quincy is about to run back inside and kill the woman to not have to listen to her screams anymore at least, when the pained screaming suddenly turns into loud, manic laughter. 

"VICTORIA!", the fortune teller yells between her fits of manic laughter. "Your omen of death has already brought death to this island! You will join me soon!" 

Quincy drags Victoria away by the arm. Victoria seems somewhat dazed, eyes glazed over. 

Quincy advises her to put her helmet back on before somebody sees her, but when Victoria slowly starts to want to put it on, Quincy's suddenly knocked back in a flurry of red hair and a waving black jacket. 

It's Kidd, quickly holding onto Victoria's arms, shaking her slightly, worry flashing in his eyes. "Vicky. Vicky, what happened? Why aren't you wearing your helmet? I saw the explosion." 

Victoria shakes her head. "I'm okay. Don't worry about it." 

Quincy, gathering herself and getting back off the ground from the rude shove, scoffs. "Had a freaky run-in with a fortune teller. They knew Victoria's full name. And about you and Killer." 

Kidd's body tenses, not liking this at all. "That's not good. Quince, get everybody. We're leaving this island. If they have intel like that on us without us even having bounty posters yet, this might be some form of trap. Make sure everyone's accounted for." 

Quincy heads off to do just that. 

Kidd, who's a bit unsettled by Victoria's dazed expression and getting to see her without her helmet for once, pulls her closer and kisses her desperately, trying to snap her out of it in the only way he knows how (that doesn't involve slapping her, at least). 

It's like he can feel the life return to her during the kiss. Eventually she breaks it off and shakes her head as if to clear some bad thoughts. "Huh. Sorry, Kidd. Didn't mean to scare ya." 

Kidd grunts. "Yeah. Don't do that again. Fucking hell. You okay? You didn't get hurt?" 

Victoria shakes her head. "Purely emotional damage." 

She musters a small smile when she sees Kidd's furious expression. "I'm kidding. That fortune teller just seemed a bit too legit. Creeped me out a good deal." 

Kidd nods and looks at the tent of the fortune teller, now reduced to a pile of burning ash on the ground. "Not very good at her job if she couldn't foresee her tent burn down. And she was still in there? Didn't try to get out?" 

Victoria shrugs, before donning her helmet again. "She was. We heard her screams. It was creepy as hell." 

Kidd nods and grabs Victoria's hand roughly. "Come on. Back to the ship we go. This place is starting to creep me out too." 

Thankfully the Kidd pirates had all managed to get off of the island unscathed. Kidd mentioned Victoria's strange adventure to Killer not long after, and it made the two of them even more protective towards her. 

Masks - Day 7

One morning, as Killer and Victoria wake up next to one another (Kidd having been particularly grouchy and not wanting to join them the previous night), Killer wants to address a topic that has been weighing heavily on his mind. 

"Vic. Do you still feel uncomfortable showing your face around the crew? You know you can trust everyone here."

She sighs, looking up at him, sleep still heavy in her eyes. "I don't want any sympathy." 

He caresses her face, thumb lightly grazing over her scar. "You know that they won't pity you. Noone even talks about Heat's scars, and he has plenty." 

She huffs. "Are you asking me because you're sick of wearing the helmet too? I never asked you to. You know that." 

Killer shrugs and smiles faintly. "I don't really mind. I'm used to it at this point. I just want you to be happy with yourself. That includes your looks." 

He supports his words by planting a light kiss on her scar. 

She lays her head back down, leaning her forehead against his chest. "It's gotten better. I was thinking to maybe stop wearing the helmet soon." 

K: "Good. I'm glad." 

V: "You're starting to like it for yourself, aren't you? I saw your reaction when those marines mocked you the other day. You practically went feral on them." 

Killer sighs. "Yeah. I can't stand that they all think they have any right to make fun of us. Just cause we're a new crew."

"It wasn't just that. They were particularly insulting you and your looks. Kidd and I love your looks, and we're the only ones that matter in this. Well, besides yourself." 

Killer shudders involuntarily. "Yeah. I mean, I'm not wearing it around you and Kidd, I just- I can't help it. My negative thoughts spiral every time someone insults my face and my- my laugh." 

"Oh, Killer." Victoria doesn't say much else for the rest of the morning, just showering him with affection, trying to show him just how beautiful she thinks he is through her love alone. 

Music - Day 8

Sometimes, the Kidd pirates don't attack the civilians on the islands they dock at. Well, not at first at least. 

Sometimes they start things off by giving a concert. Which a lot of the folks living at these islands are too scared to attend, so the crew members head out to force them to watch their concert. 

Killer's the band's drummer, Kidd's on the electronic bass, Victoria and Heat are the lead singers, Quincy and Kidd are backup singers and ocassionally UK will come in on the saxophone. 

Mostly it's just about having fun and getting to fuck around with the type of music these punks like. 

Pound is usually the one responsible for setting up the stage and making sure everything's going to work fine for the Kidd Pirate's next concert. 

Eustass Kidd Playlist in case you'd like to listen to it! 

Spotify variant: 

Get ready - Day 9

So many preparations have been made. The Kidd Pirates have locked Kidd in his room so he can't see anything until everything's ready. Which he's been rather mad about, but none of his complaining and cursing made any difference.

Seeing as they're all still kids, it can be very hard to reach the ceiling to put decorations up, so they use Wire's taller stature a lot to have him hang things high up and when they need to go even higher, Heat's usually the first to sit on his shoulders and put the decorations up.

Killer has been hard at work baking a cake for the past few days. It's going to be human-sized and resemble a large, open treasure crate with "coins" - golden-coloured baked goods - spilling out. It's the most difficult cake Killer has ever set out to bake, and he's been laying awake at night worrying about the cake's structure collapsing in on itself or his greedy crewmates not being able to keep their fingers off of it.

Victoria, in the meanwhile, has been making sure to go ahead and raid the local junkyards on the islands the Kidd Pirates have docked at to get the best and most useful stuff before Kidd got his grubby hands on it. Because of that, she now has a large collection of gifts to give to Kidd (she's even sold some of the parts to her less-prepared crewmates, making good profit off of their lack of planning). 

Pound and Quincy - as some of the more responsible and mature members of the Kidd Pirates - have been tasked with organizing everything for Kidd's birthday. They have a whole schedule of games planned as well as an outing by their band with songs that the siblings Hip and Hop wrote for the special ocassion. Usually planning and structure is very much not the Kidd Pirates' approach when it comes to partying, but they're all dead set on making it work for once to make their beloved captain and good friend happy. 

(talking about the big day tomorrow in bed at night)

Captain's birthday! - Day 10

Kidd's birthday is a roaring success. 

No matter if Quincy's and Pound's planning was mostly for naught and the band members all got so drunk that they totally butchered all songs but the first (the first song being "Happy Birthday", they couldn't possibly butcher that one!). 

Kidd had been like a dog possessed by a scent when they've finally let him out of his room come midnight and the day of his birthday. 

They'd all wanted to congratulate him but he'd just gruffly thanked them abruptly and then went off, nostrils flared, searching for Killer and the huge cake he already knew he'd made. 

Unfortunately, he had startled Killer so much by creeping up on him shifting around some decorations on the cake that Killer had almost fallen into the cake himself. 

Kidd had managed to grab Killer and pull him back just in time. Killer would have blamed himself for ruining the cake for years to come if he hadn't, even though Kidd mostly just appreciates the amount of effort put in - and whether it's going to taste good or not! 

It does in fact taste amazing. Kidd doesn't even know where to start eating - whether to eat the cake in form of a huge treasure crate, or to eat the baked goods pouring out of it first, but Killer had cut him down a slice of the crate and grinned that he should just see which one he liked better for now. 

Once Kidd's stomach had been sated, he'd finally felt ready to welcome all of the congratulations, so everyone wished him a happy birthday, even the ones that had already. 

Kidd was never a tolerable person to be around when he was hungry, and the other Kid Pirate kids respected that. 

They all give him a big hug - except for Victoria and Killer, whom he receives a kiss from (Mosh tries to get a kiss as well, but he smacks him down quickly) - and then everyone starts talking all at once about what decorations they've put up, wanting to show all of their craftwork off all at once like the proud children that they are. 

Frankly they're all talking over one another and Kidd can barely make out what anyone is saying, but once he's got a beer and his birthday cake in his hand he's more than happy to just grin and nod at whatever enthusiastic story his friends are telling him. 

Once they've all had a slice of cake, Kidd is led to a large table with copious amounts of presents on it. It's huge, and he's not sure he's ever been gifted so much stuff in his life. 

He gets super weird about it, continously saying that nobody had to get him anything and that they're stupid idiots for getting him so many gifts, but the blush on his cheek and the sparkle in his eyes betrays his absolute excitement at having so many gifts to open. 

Every new treasure he uncovers under the wrappings gets a squeal followed by a manly "Damn, this is kinda nice" together with one out of various insults towards whoever gifted him the gift in question. 

Overall, the birthday party is chaotic as all hell, but Kidd loves it to bits. While he's not so good at showing gratitude, he couldn't feel any more of it if he tried. 

When the day grows late and the crew plays a bit of spin the bottle and Wire dares him to make out with Victoria, the two start snogging like there's noone else in the room. 

That they've both already drunk plenty of beer definitely adds to their lack of shame, and the other participants of the game just start to play on without them as Kidd ends up falling asleep snoring like a chainsaw on Victoria's lap, completely spent, content and happy with the world. 

Relaxing / winding down - Day 11

The day after Kidd's birthday is marked as "hangover day" in the calendars of the Kidd pirates. Well, that and every other day following one of the crew's birthdays, but they always celebrate Kidd's birthday the most. 

It's not that they appreciate one another any less, but he's their captain, after all. He's the greatest and coolest and so his party needs to be the greatest and coolest as well. 

Cleaning up the mess of the party, however? Neither cool, nor great. 

Which is why nobody ever bothers doing so. 

Victoria lets them get through with it on the day after the party - feeling the effects of the hangover plenty herself - but on the second day she starts kicking the lazy butts of her crewmates and starts assigning clean-up duties for everyone. 

The one's that grumble the most have to do the most work, Victoria tends to be a little evil in dishing out cleaning chores. 

Because of this, Killer usually ends up with the least amount of work assigned to himself, but he doesn't mind so much as some of the other crewmembers, so he can usually be seen helping out even when he's already done with his own load. 

Kidd, being the birthday boy, gets to do nothing whatsoever. Victoria did get him a silly cheerleader outfit for him to cheer on the crew while they work, however. It looks absolutely ridiculous and at first he yelled at her to put that crap on herself, but then he got curious how it'd look. 

It's completely in blue, so it's not a total pink embarassment at least, but did Victoria really have to give him a cheerleader skirt? Looks so stupid. 

But when he does put it on he finds that Killer is very much into the outfit and will start doing even more niceties for him than usual, and Kidd is certainly not above using Killer's new-found simping to his own advantage. 

Later on in the night, when the three are all snuggled up together and Killer's already asleep, Kidd asks Victoria. "Did you know? That Killer would be so into the outfit." 

Victoria chuckles. "Yeah. He mentioned it to me while he was drunk a while ago. Though he said he wanted to see me in that sort of outfit, I didn't know if he'd be into you wearing it too." 

Kidd snorts. "Damn good idea, Vicky. Might need to put it on more frequently if it makes him so happy. But don't tell him I said that." 

She presses a kiss to his cheek. "I won't. Maybe once all the cleaning's done we should both wear matching outfits. Although he might faint if he sees that." 

Kidd laughs quietly. "That's a risk I'm willing to take." 

After this the Modern AU continuous story starts which I'll post separately once it's done!! I think I'll make a separate post for the second half of the writing prompts that aren't the modern AU cause they'll only start back up in a little more than a whole week.

Corazon trolling Doflamingo Doshinji!

this is absolutely incredible and I'm definitely taking notes for my teen doflamingo modern AU where Corazon is the older brother and twice Doflamingo's age since they have different mothers in this

Every day I wake up and think "Why is there no Childhood Friends Doflamingo x Reader fics?" and every day one of my Discord friends tell me "because Kid Doffy would literally treat Kid Reader like someone beneath him cus everything is still fresh for him" but I bring you counterarguments for the Childhood Friends Doflamingo x Reader story:

1. He meets Reader after his house gets burned down. Reader is Rosinante's age, so eight years old. It's when DQ brothers are being beaten by the thugs; kid Reader gets a bat and protects him and Rosinante from the thugs who were beating on them over bread

2. she brings them food from the restaurant her parents own - home cooked - and meets Homing & Mrs Donquixote, who encourage Doffy & Rosi to befriend her but Doffy remains careful

3. Doffy has confused feelings about Reader but she's only ever treated his injuries (the first human not to hurt him) so he decides Reader is "his human to protect" not "human to enslave" yep he has groups in his mind, little crazy baby flamingo boy

4. Reader teaches Doffy & Rosinante to climb trees. Doffy comments that's what monkeys do, but Reader teases him that whether it is what monkeys do, he still can't reach her if he doesn't climb. Doffy accepts the challenge. He doesn't take long to get the hang of it. Right when he is nearly at the top, he nearly falls but Reader grabs his hand and pulls him onto the branch. I think this is where Doffy starts having a little crush on Reader. He doesn't realise that's what it is.

5. I don't know Ace, Sabo, Luffy I know Doffy, Rosi & Reader. Sure they would not be as wild as ASL since the thugs in North Blue are probably much more deadlier than in East Blue, but they'd be good thieves.

6. Reader is so gentle with Rosi and Doffy gets jealous and says his brother is a crybaby and Reader shouldn't help him, he needs to learn on his own. Reader just blows Doffy a raspberry which makes Rosinante giggle - the first time Rosinante has laughed since their house burned down

I just think if we just put in some thought, it can be plausible for Kid Doffy to have Kid Reader as a friend in his childhood days. He'd feel challenged by a "human", someone younger than him, and want to prove his heavenly status, why he's better. Reader just nods along with it and is kind to them both. They don't do any sort of competitions, they just co-exist.

Kid Doffy is like a street cat. He bites and scratches, and tries to claw your face off, but it's cause he's been through terrible shit and he doesn't trust strangers. He needs patience and kindness.

The fic would require just some patience and kindness I think, for the childhood part of their story, so Doflamingo by the end of it considers Reader precious to him to the point he thinks he is the best person to protect her. That it's his duty. He'd probably call himself her heavenly guardian or sth in his mind when he reaches that point.

Of course, that then can turn into him becoming very possessive of Reader as they grow up (Doffy even when becoming the young 10-11 year old leader seems to stick to one headquarters in that timeframe) and his crush from childhood evolving through time from protectiveness into a wish for a romantic relationship.

Anyway, kid Doffy & kid Rosinante deserve to have a friend during that terrible time, and they both latch onto that little amount of kindness, they appreciate it a lot. Doflamingo only realises it later down the line how much it meant for him Reader supported him.

They show appreciation for that differently later. Doffy comes into the restaurant Reader inherited from her parents all the time and makes sure everyone in the North Blue knows that's his territory, and the place where his crew gathers to celebrate things. He always sends Reader gifts such as jewelry, and kisses her on both cheeks whenever he sees her, using the excuse of it being a custom in Dressrosa to his advantage. Rosinante shows his love with hugs. When he sees Reader when he's Corazon he just hugs her. He doesn't give a shit.

Also, Reader & Kid Law & Baby 5... Reader would feed them all the food and pamper them.

Doffy can't go without Reader's home cooked meals. Food is very important to him, I think, after experiencing starvation. He probably invites her to join the crew as their chef cook when they head for the Grand Line. If not...

Well, kidnapping you is always an option 🤣

(he would lie about what happened to Rosinante. either that or get completely drunk and cry in your lap, confessing everything. You know what, I like the latter. Let the big man cry. I love pathetic drunk Doffy.)

- Yandere Doffy Anon

Okay okay okay okay okay. This was gorgeous. I am in love, and all of the relationships with all of the kids, and the coddling of Rosi. Yes. Please. I love their relationship, the silent confusion in the "what is this feeling" -> it's addictive, and I love it. "My human to protect" WHERE DO I SIGN UP????

Here is my interpretation of what childhood friendship would look like with Doflamingo.

What about a young son of a celestial dragon having regular interactions with a contractually bound daughter of another celestial dragon? And then he's taken away from you by his father? Doflamingo x f!reader image.

Your parents schedule regular playdates with one another so your faces do not grow lost on you both over time. From toddlerhood, to childhood, your friendship grew with your betrothed spouse as you both read with one another, and made puzzles and sculptures together. He pulled your hair, you brushed off his glasses, he bit you on the hand, and you cried to your maid.

You are a bit stuffy and spoilt, but what child of the pinacle of society isn't? Similar to Doflamingo, it is your birthright to be treated with the utmost respect and worshipful adoration.

But your heart becomes kind.

When becoming lost in a crowd of unfamiliar faces, the kindness of a stranger who knew nothing of your face changes you from a prissy young miss to a girl spun in webs of charity and compassion.

It makes the young Doflamingo disgusted seeing you interact and thank his servants when they fix you and him lunch. Conversing so freely with the chaperone, asking questions about his children, it makes the eight year old sick. He'd rather trick them into being scolded and thrashed.

When Donquixote Homing defects, the ties that strung you together lay severed and desolate. The friendship between you forbidden, but your mind often wanders into what had become of him. You both had this unspoken hatred and the closest friendship with one another any two children could have.

Inseperable.

Until you were separated.

It took four adults to restrain you from running to him in the council chambers. Hearing Doflamingo had returned with Homing's head, you had nearly lost yours with glee at his return. When he was denied a rise in reinstating his former title, you were overwhelmed with a grief beyond your years in capacity.

Over the decades, you wondered what had become of him. Your heart had been broken when your father renounced your coupling. Each time a potential spouse was presented to you, you would shut it down with haste. Although you were only young, you spoke with such indignation regarding your disdain for such an alliance. What if this one was taken from you too? Nothing would ever match up to him.

They would never be Doflamingo, and you refused to be the spouse of anyone who didn't meet his equal. His insanity mirrored a darkness in your heart that you had since clothed in kindness. He was your absolute, the stop at the end of the line. He was yours, and you were his completely.

When Tsuru had invited you to the first gathering of seven warlords of the sea, you had no idea what to expect. No matter what you prepared yourself with, your readiness mattered not for the sight that was to welcome you in. Charity was your character, and your humility is what made you the chosen celestial dragon the world government asked to converse with the most.

Pink feathers, rosy glasses, blonde hair, and a sinister grin you had long since burried, had your chest swell and eyes flood with every emotion. Silence was all you offered in your shock, your face shrouded behind a veiled cloth you often travelled with.

You knew exactly who you were looking at, and he had no idea it was you. The way his presence demanded attention, his sinister playfulness with Sir Crocodile and Tsuru, the way he openly taunted the former Marine Hunter Mihawk: each motion captured your soul and held you hostage.

It was only when Tsuru had asked you to speak did you stifle the warmth in your chest. You knew Doflamingo would likely hold disgust for the Celestial Dragons due to their lack of restoration, and you chose to ignore him - just as he ignored you.

When your attendants removed the veil from your extravagant headpiece, the first sound to travel through the realm was a collective gasp. You were young, a woman, and incredibly beautiful. Nothing any of the seven warlords were expecting was anything amounting to a single scrap of you. And you chose to play coy to the slack-jawed blonde in the corner.

After speaking your well rehearsed speech, Tsuru thanked you with her head bowing low, encouraging the other marines to pay their respects in kind. Sir Crocodile offered you a polite bow alongside Kuma and Jinbe. Mihawk tipped his hat to you, which you nodded in kind.

Immediately rising to his feet, Doflamingo's arms hung limp as his lips lay parted and almost quivering. His hands shook, his shoes feeling like lead in lieu of leather, and he finally stood before you. Your attendants sprung up to your side, your guardians guiding their hands to the hilts of their weapons: only ceasing when you hold up your own hand to stop them.

With that same hand, you hover it in front of Doflamingo's face, guiding it in an intimate expression without ever colliding with his skin. He rises his own, mirroring your motions and causing your eyes to flutter shut. An inaudible movement of your name courses through his lips, no sounds to voice them other than a single breath.

"Time has not been kind to you, mi amor," you whisper, Doflamingo's knees buckling at the tone your voice had grown into. It was the greatest symphony he had ever heard, the voice of his childhood friend blossoming into the bloom of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"Time saved all it's kindness for you, mi querida," he managed string together beneath his petrification.

The room was silent, all watching in awe as the most detestable inhabitant in the council chambers was brought to his knees with a single look from a powerful woman. The familiarity had Tsuru's stomach tighten, wondering if extending an invitation to you was in her best interest. Although, seeing Doflamingo behave with his absolute best manners had her lip twitch up at the corner.

He was yours again. A man who was once everything, became nothing, and built himself up to something again. And he was yours.

And he couldn't be happier to be in your presence once more. Why else would he have fought so hard to rise to the top? For mere power alone?

No. That is far too simple. He is far from simple. It was for the chance to be once again worthy to stand in your presence and kneel at your feet as an equal in potential matrimony. But would you still have him after all the time that had passed between you?

Only you held that answer.

Wow! I've reached 1003 Following on Twitter!

(Plus whatever my body count is on here, I'm still like an old elderly grandmother when trying to use this site, can't find my way towards anything.)

Thank you so much to every single person who puts so very much effort into making all of this amazing (One Piece) art, shares their headcanons and OCs or simply takes the time and effort to be kind and encouraging to somebody else.

You absolutely rock!

"I called you to discuss something. Can you guess?"

Me marrying you? Pls, sir, pls one night, one night is all I ask at this point omg what is happening to me, Eng North Blue Doffy is VULNERABLE I need to cuddle him and swathe him in blankets and make him tea and kiss his forehead and tuck him in and hold his big hand and shush him and tell him I'll kill anyone who tries to hurt him.

I WAS NOT READY FOR THIS.

"I wanted to welcome you, to the Donquixote Family officially. Congrats, kid."

ENG DUB NORTH BLUE DOFFY HOW DARE YOU BE SO SWEET CONGRATULATING KID LAW, HOW DARE YOU OMG WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING I WAS NOT WARNED, THEY NEEDED TO PUT A WARNING FOR THIS, LIKE

"English Dub Doflamingo will sound vulnerable and you run the risk of wanting to hug him, proceed with caution."

"Just looking at you I can tell you've been through hell and back." He genuinely sounds like he is sympathizing here, like his tone is like I know, kid, I know, I experienced the same shit AND I AM NOT FINE HAHAHA WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

"You have that hate-filled glare in your eyes." EVEN WHEN HE SAYS THIS IT'S SORTA SOFT OMG WHAT IS HAPPENING I AM NOT READY FOR THIS WHAT THE FUCK.

"I think you'll have a lot to offer our family." is speak for "You're my kid now." AND I AM MELTING 😭 Get adopted, Law. Get loved, you little angry boy. Doffy's your dad now.

I NEED TO CHEW ON PAPER OR THE BARS OF MY CAGE WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING OMG ENG DUB NORTH BLUE DOFFY OMG 🥹🥹🥹

Eng Dub Kid Law is somehow breaking my heart even more "Whatever. I've got three years. And then I'm gonna die. The end. Done."

....

... 😭😭😭😭😭😭 ENG DUB LAW COME HERE I WILL LOVE YOU, GET LOVED YOU LITTLE SAD BOY WE'LL FIND YOU A CURE BABY BOY AAAAAA 😭😭

Doffy: Maybe. Depends on your luck.

"Allow me to explain." ENG DUB DOFFY AND HIS MANNERS, EXCUSE ME SIR, YOU CAN EXPLAIN ME THE FCKN CAR ENGINE AND I'M ALL EARS WHEN YOU'RE CHIVALROUS LIKE THAT.

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

Which of the Doffy fans got hired to write the English script, I see you, you bastards, and I love you.

"We're what you call experts in the black market and one of our fields is Devil Fruits. Their powers are vast, sometimes beyond human comprehension. Meaning there could be a Devil Fruit that could cure your condition. " He's explaining it so calmly and he sounds like a DAD. DAD DOFFY IS REAL, DADMINGO IS CANON AND IT'S ENG DUB NORTH BLUE DOFFY I AM NOT FINE -

AAAAAAAAAA

ALSO, ALSO. THE FACT ENG DOFFY SAYS "condition" instead of "disease/illness" like it's sth temporary for Law, just an obstacle they gotta get through, and he could have called it a disease like Buffalo did but he DOESN'T, l...

It's fine. I'm not crying. I'm fine.

DADMINGO IS CANON. ENG NORTH BLUE DOFFY MADE DADMINGO CANON.

I'm about to cry.

"So what? You have three years left. Who knows how many Devil Fruits we'll find in that time." Eng Doflamingo canonically was enthusiastic and made sure to be enthusiastic to soothe Law and comfort him by saying those words, he was literally like "Yeah, so what? We'll find it!" I'M DONE. I'M DONE. IT'S OVER FOR ME. ENG NORTH BLUE DOFFY, YOU CAN HAVE ME. YOU CAN HAVE ME. I won't fight. How can I?

HOW CAN I?

I... I need to... I need to write another North Blue Doffy fic but Eng North Blue Doffy in mind. He's still evil but he CARES. HE CARES. ENG NORTH BLUE DOFFY CARES.

OH, LORD. OH, LORD. ENG NORTH BLUE DOFFY, MY LOVE.

"And one of them just might have a life-altering solution for you." He says SOLUTION. SOLUTION. Once more, Eng North Blue Doffy treats Law's disease as a problem to solve, not as an incurable disease. Oh, he is a dad. Dadmingo is canon. Dadmingo is CANON.

I just finished putting together a playlist for #kidpiratesmonth2025 !

Just gonna link the names of the songs here + my thoughts for why I chose them for Kidd! Spoilers for the 1100s ^^

Songs used: 00:00 - 04:21 - Headliners - Eustass Kid + Trafalgar law

-> Ain't explainin' nutin'

04:22 - 08:37 - Eluveitie - The Call of The Mountain

-> I believe that this song is played on pipebags, and well, Kidd's a scot! + Rock music. I personally like the cover by Alina Gingertail best. She's a redhair, just like Kidd!

Plus, the lyrics add up perfectly.

"Against the waves, with our swords in our hands Against the sea, with our backs to the walls Against distress, in the presence of our enemies Against the storms, roaring at our faces"

08:38 - 12:15 - Katy Perry - Hot n Cold

-> This one's mostly just a joke on Kidd's tsundere tendencies.

12:16- 16:41 - Eluveitie - A Rose for Epona

-> I just really like Eluveitie's style for Kidd. Again I much prefer the Alina Gingertail cover, she's taken the original work and made something even more special out of it.

I also like the imagery of this:

"While hopes bog like condemned men"

Together with the idea of impending defeat, well, Kidd does have the unfortunate habit of having Yonkos beating his butt up.

16:42 - 20:14 - Avril Lavigne - Here's to never growing up

-> A less meaningful, positive party song for a party-heavy crew.

Avril is another favourite pick of mine for Kid. Cursing, getting drunk and having a good time are all things I associate with him!

In a way, I also like to think of it as a song for Kidd before life hardened him, he got betrayed, and stopped trusting folks altogether.

20:15 - 22:26 - Waterparks - I miss having sex but at least I don't wanna die anymore

-> Another one of the weak adds, if you go super experimental with this then you could directly interpret it as "he misses Victoria but he's over wanting to die now", but eh.

I just think it's a fun and crass song and therefore I'd like to stick it to him like a "kick me" post-it.

In a way it's also about not meeting expectations but it's definitely still one of the weaker songs out of these.

Also, I used the gif with water splashing on Kidd that everybody thirsts over in the playlist. Oh I can post gifs here! Lemme update everything.

22:27 - 25:43 - I don't know how but they found me - Choke

-> The Kidd pirates don't exactly hold back on violence, so I love some violent songs for them! Plus I found a gif of Kidd grabbing the camera + grabbing the head of a Beast Pirate so it's freaking perfect.

Lyrics:

"Now shut your dirty mouth If I could burn this town I wouldn't hesitate To smile while you suffocate and die And that would be just fine And what a lovely time, that it would surely be So bite your tongue And choke yourself to sleep"

25:44 - 28:42 - The Offspring - You're gonna go far, Kid(d)

-> I mean, do I have to explain a single thing?

God I love this song. Every single time it plays I get up and dance to it. So I didn't play it while making this playlist. That would have been counterproductive and a great workout.

Also, god I love how much love they gave to Kidd and Law during the Big Mom fight!! <333

28:43 - 32:17 - Mother Mother - Hayloft II

-> A weaker addition, but it's epic enough to deserve being in a Kidd playlist. Murder + rock = good time + Kidd pirates

32:18 - 34:46 - The Boys - You've got a license to drive (me crazy)

-> Ehhhh. Another weak add. Kinda romance Kid but also mostly because The Boys is such a brutal show.

34:47 - 38:10 - Panic! at the disco - Death of a bachelor

-> More romance Kid! I don't have any good reason, sorry. I put this in my Killer playlist (not made yet, only on spotify) too, but ehhhh. I really regret not finding a fitting AJJ song in hindsight haha.

Oh dammit you can't put more than 10 video links on these :'( So hard picking a top 10!

38:11 - 40:42 - Fish in a Birdcage - Rule #27 - Drunk on Pride

-> This one I really really like because it's got some lyric accuracy!

"Deep inside a trench, no light can reach You might find the skull of a ship that was breached [...] Captain of his ship has nothing but time To watch his dream die as he gets drunk on pride Long after they lost their names 'Cross the sea in a battle of waves Rushing through the rocks, they pass through the caves Remnants of ash drifting outside their vase Weapons that are used were buried away Flags that were torn get lost in a page Barely any scars left from the good old days"

I love the imagery of the sunk Victoria Punk (skull of a ship?? it's perfect! maybe this is standard ship terminology that I'm unfamiliar with, but still!)

A lot of people accuse Kidd of being too prideful and therefore being defeated by Shanks, and think of that what you will, but that means that this song fits perfectly!

40:43 - 43:48 - Dangerous

-> I really love this song for him! It's just oozing confidence and cockiness. Plus cursing and fucking around (literally). I don't know. Just hits the Kidd spot perfectly for me.

43:49 - 46:58 - George Barnett - Stone Cold Classic

-> Another one I really really like! It's hot stuff villain music if ya ask me. Cursing + oozing confidence. Plus rock-y something music. I don't know, I don't know the first thing about music.

"Fire up the flames I'll do you damage Instagram the blaze I'm Shere Khan savage

You don't have to ask You know I have it No, you don't have to ask I god damn have it

AKA's the name Got blind ambition Baddest in the game With Van Gogh vision

You don't have to ask You know I have it No, you don't have to ask I god damn have it"

46:59 - 50:27 - Muse - Supermassive Black Hole

-> This one I found on a different Kid playlist, so this ain't my idea at all! That was a great playlist. It's rock, it fulfills the Kid as a vampire fanfiction that I've never written, I mean what?, and I paired it with this gif of Kid eating because you know... black hole...

50:28 - 53:35 - Paramore - crushcrushcrush

-> Another find on a different Kid playlist! I added these two copycats because I'll be listening to these playlists a bunch too, so I don't want to miss out on these perfect fits for Kid. It's just perfect romance Kidd. Something my own romantic choices for him didn't manage at all. Heh.

53:36 - 57:18 - Evanescence - Bring me to Life

-> Now this is the absolute punk / emo whatever classic song, so... yeah. Belongs in here!

57:19 - 01:02:17 - Nirvana - Smells like teen spirit

-> I like this sort of vibe for the Kidd pirates - partying hard, banging their heads, with just a hint of self-hatred underneath!

01:02:18 - 01:06:22 - Avril Lavigne - Complicated

-> Another romance song for Kid. Mostly chosen for that idea of "don't pretend to be anyone else" that I think would be very present aboard the Kidd pirates. They're unapologetically themselves, so you should be too!

01:06:23 - 01:08:56 - Clarx, Catas, Le Malls - Numb the Pain

-> Another bout of fitting lyrics. I assume that even the most battle-hardened pirates might eventually succumb to the stress of the weather and practically every other human in the world wanting you dead, so I like these kind of reminiscent songs for the Kid Pirates. It's not like it's a major deal for them, but every now and then they just wanna fucking relax, ya know?

"I know we grew up a little too fast I miss the days that we'd chill and relax Where did the time go? It all passed Now I need to go back I had no worries but always have plans Only thing I did was take out the trash Now It's much harder to laugh Hard to get up and then work on my craft Feel like all of you hate me Everything's been so hard with all the situations lately Well maybe I'm done, maybe I've lost Still putting up a fight because [...]"

01:08:57 - 01:12:24 - Avril Lavigne - Smile

-> Some more happiness in between! Chosen for Kidd's wide smile and also ideally Killer eventually getting to be comfortable with his smile and laughter. Poor man.

01:12:24 - 01:15:56 - Tim McMorris - On Top of the World

-> I absolutely love this one! It's such a feel-good song and once more it's oozing confidence, fitting Kidd perfectly!

"I'm on top of the world, and now I'm livin' And the good just gets better, keeps on givin' Not even close to the end, it's just beginnin' Life is getting lighter While the days are getting brighter, yeah

And it's all good, I won't even worry anymore Took all my cares, took them, kicked them all, out the door Go on and try it, come on and tell me what you're waiting for Move and keep on going, till' your life is overflowing, yeah

I gotta celebrate life And get excited about Good times and good livin' Come on and shout it out, (hey!)

Take it up, take it over, take it out of control Today I'm freein' my soul, and now you got me singin'

I'm feelin' fine, smiling big, feelin' right like I should Life is better then good, yeah, you got me singin'

I'm standing up, on top of the world tonight And everything's working out, just right And while the world is spinning It's a brand new beginning I'm here finally winning (hey!) So, take it up, take it over, take it out of control Today I'm freeing my soul, and now you got me singin'

We gotta be the best, the best we can be And though sometimes we don't wanna Still we gotta chase our dreams Reach up, and reach high, because we're gonna pull on through And give it all we got, even though it can seem so hard to

Catch and make happen, but we can't start slackin', come on Do what ya gotta do to fight on So no matter what comes your way Nothin' can ruin your day or even wipe your smile away

By the time I'm up and outta my bed I got a hundred new ideas floatin' 'round in my head With a hope for tomorrow, a dream that I can see Of all the awesome things, the great people we could be"

I've copied most of it because... well. It's just coded perfectly for the future King of the Pirates!

01:15:57 - 01:20:04 - Fall Out Boy - The Phoenix

-> Kidd's about to raise like a Phoenix! From the supposed grave to heaven and above!

01:20:05 - 01:22:35 - Don't wanna be - The Score

-> More of a positive, laid back song about sticking to yourself!

"I don't ever wanna be someone who follows everybody else When everyone is busy out chasing I'll make another road myself Cause I know I was meant for something more There's gotta be something here worth fighting for"

01:22:36 - 01:25:59 - Fall Out Boy - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

-> A nice wrap-up song for all the memories made along the way!

Thank you so much for reading this abysmally long post! I hope you could find some songs you enjoyed in here. None of the gifs are my own but stolen from the interwebs!

All art and animation credit to Toei Animation and Eiichiro Oda.

Just barely managed to cap it at 30 images and 10 links, phew!

Topsider Law / Undercity Luffy - One Piece x Arcane Crossover

I tried to post it on a pseudonym on AO3 to distinguish it from my main fics seeing as it's both crossover and a bit too dark (with no comedic relief, even!) to fit my general style but frankly I have no idea if any of my plans even worked out there.

Without further ado, please enjoy this dark, gritty and stinky One Piece x Arcane Oneshot!

Lane Rat

Summary:

Based off on a tweet by @yoononymous! A oneshot! Law has heard rumors of a new drug being developed in the undercity. Wanting to get a cutting edge on his fellow students in the academy, he decides to strike a deal with the undercity's leader, Silco.

The air is so thick down here, it's absolutely disgusting. 

Law feels like he can barely breathe at all. He should have hired somebody to come here in his stead instead of subjecting himself to the filth of the undercity. 

Yet some morbid curiosity had fuelled him. He'd never been here after all, too busy feeling glad that he wasn't part of this retched city underneath the marvelous pristine of Piltover. 

Frankly, part of what had held him back from sending somebody here was that the medical research he came to learn about wasn't strictly... legal. 

Which is to say, the academy might well kick him out if they found out about him messing around with this. 

Rumor had been that there was a new drug available in the Lanes, a drug that would amplify the physical strength of all those who consumed it, oftentimes healing wounds or ailments in the process. 

Not that this drug had a permanent effect, so he'd need to study it carefully. However, if he could find a way to make its effects permanent he might just find a revolutionary way to cure ailments or maybe even just provide increased physical strength to whoever wanted it.

For the right price, of course. Studying medecine did not come cheap, not even when you were from a famous house in Piltover. 

He's come here shrouded in a long, black cloak bearing the mark of his house Trafalgar on the back, but somehow the rats in the Lanes still seem to recognize him as a topsider. Maybe it's the way he walks, the way he doesn't scurry around looking for crumbs like them. The way he has pride and dignity while they are worth no more than the filthy dirt under his boots. 

He's all too aware of the following he's been gathering since his arrival in this disgusting place. More and more shadows have been trailing after him, some barely even trying to conceal the fact that they were following him. His grip on his trusted sword Kikoku tightens. Let them come. He's got no qualms about ridding Runeterra of a few worthless criminals. 

The address that he'd been given seems like a rather lavish den of thieves. "The Last Drop", it proudly states on the sign hanging above the establishment. Law scoffs. What an unimaginative name. Nothing like the noble establishments up top. 

He heads inside, noticing that the shadows trailing after him seem to slink away as he enters the building. So they fear whoever is running this place. Good to know. 

The air inside somehow feels even harder to breathe. He'd put the gas mask on that he bought specifically for this purpose but his informant had told him that the people living in the undercity might not take well to that, especially considering how easily it would make him recognizable as a topsider. Not that they don't already know that, if he goes by the looks they're giving him. 

He ignores them and steps into a hallway besides the bar, unsheating Kikoku and connecting its hilt to a contraption strapped to his back. He makes sure Kikoku is hidden well as he knocks on the door before him at the end of the hallway. He does not wish to antagonize, but he's also not going to head into the lion's den unprepared. 

A grumpy woman with short hair that's bound behind her head in a small ponytail opens the door, eyeing him suspiciously. "What do you want?" 

Law gives her a condescending look. "I am from the house of Trafalgar. I have organized a meeting with your... leader." The disdain in his voice is clear and he takes a sadistic bit of joy from the hatred that he briefly sees flash through her eyes. 

The woman nods. "Fine. Wait here." 

She slams the door shut right in front of his face. Law is astonished. Should he really be treated so poorly?  He knows they are nothing but worthless scoundrels, but he had assumed their manners to be a little more refined nonetheless. Surely they must have any basic idea of how business is successfully done even in this rotten hellhole? 

It takes a few minutes for the door to open again. This time Law finds himself face to face with a terrifying beauty with black and grey hair and a metal mask covering most of her face. 

He refuses to step aside, even if her stature and clothing suggest wealth, dignity and money something he's a little more used to from Piltover. 

"Step aside.", the woman commands. Her voice has a mechanic filter to it, no doubt due to the mask. He'd love to know how it works and what it is good for. The people living here are used to the thick air, so it can't be because of that. 

Just then, he notices a very strange looking floating contraption beside the woman. What it is he has no idea, but his curious mind is immediately piqued. 

"Did you not hear me, worm?" The woman's voice is seething with rage at this point. 

"Do you have any idea who you're talking to?", Law immediately puffs out his chest, trying to seem a little more intimidating. 

"Some little topsider boy who got lost and thinks he can make business with the bigshots. That's all I need to know." Her voice is so condescending that Law makes a mental remark to practise his own tones of condescension at home a bit more.

The woman from earlier appears behind the woman with the contraption, signalling to Law. "Come on. It's time for your meeting with the boss." 

Law nods at her and steps aside, letting the rude woman through. "Thanks for stopping by, Renata. I hope you'll find the new design to your liking." The woman addressed as Renata has nearly passed through the hallway as she hears that. She stops in her tracks and doesn't bother turning around as she sneers. "That's Miss Glasc, if you value your life, Sevika." 

To Law's surprise, the woman addressed as Sevika visibly pales slightly. She'd seemed like the sort of tough, phased-by-nothing sort of criminal so judging by her reaction, this Renata Glasc person must be rather important in the undercity. 

Law follows after Sevika into what appears to be a rather small space for the supposed leader of the undercity. Silco, his name, not somebody he should anger by any means, or so his informant had said. 

He'd seen a picture of Silco before so he doesn't show any signs of surprise to see the left eye of the underground leader look so... wrong, for lack of a better word, but his rational mind cannot help but try to analyze what had happened to it. 

Some toxic fumes? An injury to the eye, tried to fix through some technical means? He wonders if he would have been able to restore the eye to its previous state if he had gotten to treat Silco after the wound but shakes himself out of his thoughts when he realizes that he's just been standing there silently for half a minute. 

Silco himself is seated in his large chair, leaned against the back of it. Apparently he's not willing to make the first move, trying to put Law at a disadvantage but two can play that game. Law is all too used to knowing how to navigate the difficult situations in the academy and he doesn't feel particularly intimidated by this thin, seemingly powerless man. Which is sure to be a misconception, judging by the information his informant had provided him with prior to this meeting. 

According to the rumors, Silco had disposed of the previous leader of the undercity of many years violently, taking total control and uniting the undercity once more, taking up far more illegal transactions with Piltover than had previously been the norm. Law isn't sure if all of this information can be trusted, but one thing had been clear - if even a fraction of the rumors were true, he'd do well to remain on friendly terms with the man before him. 

Finally, Silco speaks up, getting up off his chair and moving around it to lean against the front of it. "So you're the youngest son of House Trafalgar." 

"That I am.", Law answers simply. 

Silco looks at him scrutinizingly. "I trust you are aware that this new research we talked about in our communication cannot be given out freely to any untrustworthy individual. The other chembarons would be all too happy to get their hands on it." 

Law's eyes narrow. "Given out freely? The sum we agreed on is rather lofty for you to describe it as "free"." 

"Perhaps.", Silco muses. "But you are a researcher, are you not? Surely you would agree that the value of knowledge cannot be determined through mere monetary means."

"Be that as it may", Law responds in just as much of a haughty tone. "I have yet to know whether this new chemical of yours is of any value to me and my research. I suggest you do not question me and focus on the business part of our agreement." 

"Very well." Silco gets up once more and moves to a cabinet in the side of the room, grabbing a suitcase resting on top of it. He carries it to the desk with ease, unzipping the sides and revealing what is within to Law: many vials of a purple liquid, bubbles inside, rising to the surface. 

"This is what we call Shimmer. The chemical you paid for, the main focus of our deal. It is very new of course, so there hasn't been much testing as of yet." 

Law's eyes shine with greed as he regards the vials. "I see. I look forward to doing some testing myself. Perhaps we could strike an accord. You reduce the price on this chemical and in return I remain in contact with you and provide my test results with you?" 

Silco nods slowly. "Perhaps that would be a wise decision. We do already have one lab scientist working on tests, but it is as they say, the more the merrier." 

He scrutinizes Law once more. "Beware, however. The test subjects tend to get a little... volatile." 

Law nods, thinking of the sound-proof isolation chamber he's set up in his basement. "Fine by me. I can take the necessary precautions." 

The deal is quickly struck, Law exchanging a reduced amount of the previously agreed on price in exchange for the suitcase full of Shimmer. Just as Law thinks that they're already done with everything, a weak whimper can be heard from the door adjacent to the office. He raises his eyebrows curiously, looking at Silco questioningly. 

Silco waves him off. "Don't pay it any mind. That's just one of the people we will take in for testing soon." 

Law's curiosity is piqued. He doesn't have a test subject himself yet and he's eager to get his hands on one. "Mind showing them to me?" 

Silco shrugs. "I don't see why not." He opens the door to the adjacent room.

Apparently the boy on the other side had been leaned against the door because he stumbles and barely catches himself from falling as he enters the room. 

It's a thin, starved looking boy, a little younger than Law, or maybe that's just the effects of starvation displayed on the boy before him. His black hair looks like it hasn't been washed in days if not weeks and his clothes are ragged and dirty. A strange hat made of straw dangles from a rope around his neck, looking entirely out of place in a city as dirty and sunless as this one. 

Law can't help the contemptuous sneer that sneeks onto his lips at just how disgusting the kid before him looks. His contempt gets worse when the kids suddenly flings himself to Law's legs, clinging to it, looking up with wide eyes.

"Please. Help me. Please!"

Law looks at Silco, who shrugs once more. "I supposed we should have gagged him already. Someone..." - He looks at a pistol laying on his office desk as if blaming it for that someone's actions - "Should have taken him to the lab already, but she seems to not be taking her duties too seriously. Please excuse the disturbance." 

"No, no.", Law quickly reassures. "Maybe I could take him with me?" 

"Yes! Please, please, I just want to get back to my friends, they need me, we ran into trouble with one of the other gangs and I don't know if they're okay and-" 

Law intercepts the desperate rambling of the kid by striking him straight across the face. "Silence." 

The boy falls backwards, looking up in absolute horror and distraught, his hopes of being saved by this new stranger now completely shattered. 

Silco smirks at the boy's expression before turning his gaze back to Law. "Why do you want to take him with you?" 

"Well, seeing as I will be exercising some testing of this Shimmer drug, I too will need a test subject. It'll be hard to smuggle a person into Piltover, but going up from the undercity here should work fine, I think." 

"Ah. I see. If he will still be used for his intended use, then I see no problem with it. It's not like anybody will miss him." 

The boy, who's now sat on the ground, hugging his knees, mumbles quietly. "You're wrong. They'll come for me. Zoro and Sanji and Nami and Usopp and all the rest. They won't give up on me." 

Silco scoffs. "Your little band of hooligans? I give them a week before they are crushed by one of the other gangs. They completely lack discipline." 

Silco helps Law in gagging and restraining the resistant boy who tries to fight them but has barely any strength left from how much he appears to have been starved lately. They put him in a sack and Silco administers a sleeping drug to him so he won't cause a scene as Law makes his way back to Piltover. 

As Silco says his farewell to Law at the door, he says: "I look forward to reading of your test results, mister Trafalgar. To a long and happy partnership." 

He reaches out his hand for a handshake which Law prompty accepts. "To a long and happy partnership. Thank you for giving me the test subject free of charge. You're sure that those friends he spoke of won't cause any issue to me?" 

Silco shrugs and smiles in a cruel fashion. "If they do, I'll have my men take care of them. Worry not."