Chapters: 3/7
Chapters: 3/7
AKA: 8 days to Rally [Redux]
Only one things changes. It shouldn't mean much, in the grand scale of things. One chromosome shifted. The story remains the same, the players unchanging in their roles. In every incarnation, Killer is Kidd's partner, and nothing will change that.
The story was already written. Their plight always set to follow this path. Nothing changes. Except...
Chapter 3 under cut on on A03
Her time spent as Kamazo had been well spent, Kidd came to find out. When Killer was allowed freedom from her handlers to go assassinate whoever Orochi was cross with at any given the time, she took as long as she could possibly get away with, scouting and mapping out every part of Wano she could. The two of them slipped away from the Punk in the quiet morning, Killer moving through the scattering of towns and countryside like the shadow of death itself, Kidd following her lead just like the old days. They moved through Wano without so much as a second glance from the locals, even as Killer took them dangerously close to the center of one of the town centers.
She lifted food from a stall so smoothly, Kidd himself almost missed it, even as she passed the pilfered meal back to him. By the time they slipped back into the shadows, she'd snagged him a second round and was awkwardly shoving rice into her own mouth as they walked.
It wasn't just the food, Killer knew where everyone of their crew was - had even known where even he was - in her time as Orochi's puppet, and had spent what sanity she'd had left pulling strings and trading favours to get their crew moved around and taken care of.
The indiscriminate killing had never been the hard part; Killer would do it all over again for her crew without batting an eye. On the surface, it wasn't even the favours she'd done that bothered her, although they'd shaken her more than she'd admit. No, it was that her ability to compartmentalize and cope had been completely screwed once she'd eaten that fruit, and with how lost she'd been when Kidd had first found her, he knew the lucidly she had now was held in place by the barest of tethers.
But she was holding it a death grip, only the softest of chuckles escaping when she waved her free hand to the first of many work camps they would visit, just as desolate and gloomy as Udon had been. Kidd waited for her to compose herself before pulling his own hand from her, feeling out the fencing and weapons and piping that made up the compound, mapping the camp out in his head.
Killer had taken Kidd to Wire first; their tallest commander spotting them before the guards did, and immediately turning on his captors. It seemed what Orochi had forgotten was the Kidd Pirates were only placid because they believed he held their Captain's life in his hands. The sight of Kidd walking free meant all bets were off, shackles were thrown down, and Kidd walked out of there with not just some of his crew but a good number of forced-laborer locals there to help.
He was... not sure how to take that turn.
Wire got them weapons, and freeing Heat was next.
While Wire had been quick, efficient and clean in his killings, Heat took one look at his crew come to free him, and turned on Kaido's men with all the fury he'd been forcing down since they'd been subdued on their own turf. He'd been the last of the four standing against Kaido, and Apoo, the one to watch Hawkins take a knee as he himself was beaten down.
Wire had fallen first, taken out by Kaido before they'd understood they were under attack. Killer had been next, that bastard Apoo having moved like he'd watch her back, to uphold an alliance they'd just sworn to, only to step aside to let her take Kaido's club full force to the head. Heat had been frozen in place, uncomprehending as her helmet cracked and splintered in a single blow. Kidd had fallen next, blindsided by rage, even his fury no match for an emperor. Hawkins had knelt then, surrendered. Heat felt all eyes to him, both his enemies and crew alike, and had answered the only way he'd known how; he'd spit a fireball at the monster, and then knew no more.
Since waking up, he'd been with a few surviving crew mates, forced to work. He didn't know if Wire or Killer had survived, only being told Kidd lived. And would only continue to live only so long as they didn't cause Kaido's people any trouble. So against every fiber of his being, Heat had kept his mouth shut and head down. He'd tolerated their abuse, horded supplies and weapons, and waited. and waited. and waited.
And then a wild man stood at the gates, dressed only in boots and kilt and the red of fresh spilt blood. Heat did not freeze up this time. He was not even sorry to have left so few for his captain to get to fight.
Seeing Wire dressed in the same drab prison garb as himself was disheartening, but the blood splatter on them both livened it up pretty well. Heat then broke one of the biggest rules the crew had, and pulled Killer into a hug without warning. He'd not seen her face when her mask had broken, but the fact she was still bare broke his heart, and the only way to keep from staring was to put her out of his line of sight.
She gave an uncomfortable giggle, a sound so strange to him he didn't place it as her making the noise at first, as he cupped the back of her head in his hand. Solid bone, whole and unbroken, unlike his nightmares. Frighteningly more, was she allowed the embrace at all, only Kidd ever granted the privilege of being tactile because of the long history between the two. Her own hands warm against his back as she tucked in under his chin, returning the gesture.
In his panic, Heat looked to Kidd, demanding answers to what their vice-captain had been forced to endure. Kidd's face was carefully blank; Wire's pinching as he drew his own conclusions.
Kaido's men here had died too fast; Heat would be sure to make it last longer at the next camp, grinding his jaw as he rested his head against Killer's for a brief moment longer before pulling away. He kept his gaze lowered, frowning as he took in her getup.
"Boss Killer, you really do not have to indulge Captain's atrocious taste in patterns, you know." Although, she at least wore the shirt better than he did, even if it was poorly fitted for different reasons.
"You know a place I can get a good pair of jeans?" she asked dryly.
"All leather here I'm afraid. But," he nudged the wooden sandals she was balancing on, "that does include shoes. Lets find you something better?"
As the prisoners raided the supplies, trading out ragged linen for furs and leathers, and even if it wasn't quite their style, Heat and Wire made it work for them. Killer also got boots, but - with Kidd's blessing and don't think Heat didn't catch that look he gave her - stayed with the clothes she had. Kidd also passed on clothes, and admittedly, he looked fearsome enough as is, so it worked for him too.
"I do have one last thing," Heat admitted, as they made ready to leave to march on to the next camp. Some of the locals would go with them, but most had gone their own way already. As long as it caused chaos and a headache for what passed as authority on this island, Kidd didn't care either way.
Heat's camp had been mostly responsible for metal work, and that was both the ore being mined on the island, and the melting down the scrap from other projects. Or other ships.
He and the few crew mates that had been assigned here and been slowly salvaging little bits that they knew had been taken from the Punk. Enough for Kidd to build a respectable new prosthetic. For Wire to have a trident that would work for his taller frame. Older punishers that had been retired; not because they were broken but because Kidd and Killer had perfected a new design. Still perfectly functional, and between Kidd, the weapons on hand, and the camp's tools, new blades had been procured and affixed easily. The strange new smile that never seemed to waver on Killer's face seemed genuine the first time as the machine spun to life in her hand.
"Don't say thank you yet," Moai grinned, before hoisting up a wooden crate that had clearly been buried in the ground until recently.
Most of the crew had never heard Killer laugh before, something she'd stopped doing a world ago, long before they'd given up trying to kill each other instead of turning their ire to bigger targets. So it took them by surprise to hear her burst into both tears and cachinnations. Kidd's look to them was a clear and present warning not to react, as he took the helmet from the open crate in Moai's arms, who worriedly looked at him to make sure he'd not done something wrong.
Kidd loosened the latches on the spare helmet, before holding it up for Killer. Heat could see in his eyes he was furious about the situation, but was doing an admirable job in acting like nothing was amiss. Killer lowered her head to let him put it on, the Captain pausing only to ask, "Bangs?"
"Don't care right now," she laughed back, little mirth in her voice despite all. And despite the laughter and tears, the moment the metal was carefully latched back into place, her whole body eased just a bit, relaxing enough for all to see just how tense she'd been up to that point.
All told, they hit eight different labor camps that night, before all that was left was the most delicate extraction: getting the last members of their ranks from the pleasure district.
The locals show them where to sail to keep the Victoria Punk out of Kaido and Orochi's prying eyes. They told Captain Kidd to give them a few days before they can get the ship refitted with more of the day to day necessitates.
What they can do now is give them a ships worth of fishing nets and someone even finds her main sail, enough to maneuver her to safety. Temporary main top-gallant and Mizzen-mast have also been secured. The promise of food and hopefully enough pieces for Kidd to rebuild the water filter to come with the night's sun set.
For the time being, the crew are camped out in the lower deck, reworking the nets into new hammocks. Attacking the labour camps would take some time for word to get back to Kaido and his men. A similar approach on the pleasure houses would not work, would get all eyes on them before they were ready for such a confrontation. The plan was for them to sneak into the Flower Capitol to get the last of their people, but they can't do it running on fumes like they are. They will rest the daylight hours away, and start out at dusk.
Those of them that have been sailing with Kidd since the start know their way around mending nets; Killer practically lived on the docks before her and Kidd starting running together, and twenty years hadn't lost the muscle memory of knots and weaving as she worked.
She was second only to Wire - a man who's fibrecraft skills had kept them clothed and stylish for the last decade. The two are working back to back at the moment, deft hands having already finished four hammocks apiece.
When suddenly Wire froze, looking around the room in a panic.
Kidd noticed immediately and started looking around to see what the man had spotted, only for Heat to let out an soft, "oh...."
Kidd looked between the two in confusion, before Heat motioned him over. Killer had drifted off at some point, hand in mid knot, slumping back against Wire. Now the taller man was the only thing keeping her upright, her breath soft and steady from under the helmet.
Some of the other crew had taken notice, chatting dying off and movement easing until the room was comfortably quiet. Jaggar took one of the finished hammocks and strung it up in Dive's usual place; top placement, in the middle of everything, yet out of everyone's way. Safest place in the room. Heat took one of the few blankets they had and lined the netting with in, knowing first hand the nightmare the coarse rope would do to one's hair.
Kidd lifted Killer up, the new prosthetic he'd assembled since they got back to the Punk taking her weight with ease. Disk J helped hold her hair out of the way when he settled her down, making sure it didn't pull or tangle, setting in the safety of the blanket Heat had put down, before going back to his own work.
"Is it safe for her to sleep in the helmet?" Compo worried, looking over but carefully keeping their line of sight under the hammock level. Kidd did not like that they had a point, looking down at his partner.
"Nobody's gonna go peeping." Gig assured him, "We wouldn't think of disrespecting Boss Killer like that."
Each turned back to their own work, giving Captain and First Mate their privacy, even in the middle of the room. Didn't judge either as Kidd fussed over the netting and the blankets before removing the metal shielding. Kidd tucked her helmet in her arms, frowning as his right hand brushed her forehead when he smoothed down her bangs. She was warmer than he'd like, and he pulled the edge of his shirt down to check her bandages. He needed to get her stitched up properly still, the skin red and splotchy where he could see. They didn't have clean supplies to rewrap her; if infection was setting in then they were in trouble.
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20 questions for fic writers
@master-of-the-sorrowful-order, who has become one of my favorite people to brainstorm ideas with, thought it would be cool to have me fill out this questionnaire, and i agreed =^.^=
1) how many works do you have on ao3?
I have 34 works under Mekachu04, 4 works under my old nom-de-plume, and at least 5 orphaned works flouting around in old fandoms
2) what's your total ao3 word count?
of the 38 will linked to me: 142,059
3) what are your top five fics by kudos?
173rd Airborne Brigade (The Umbrella Academy)
Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark (Good Omens)
I'll think of you every step of the way (Good Omens)
Whenever this world is cruel to me (Good Omens)
Southbound Hearts (One Piece)
4) what fandoms do you write for?
These days it pretty strictly One Piece, for the Kidd/Killer duo
5) do you respond to comments? why or why not?
I didn't used to because i'd just get overwhelmed (in a good way!) and didn't know what to say. I've done a lot better in the last year or so, even if sometimes it takes me a few months to collect my thoughts. i think i'm just more confident shouting into the void, and when the void answer back, i no longer know what to say, ya know?
6) what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
XD ... uh... that tends to be the genre i enjoy writing the most. as far as endings... toss up from a VERY old one from 2007 archived under my former name, or Cephalophore. (Pluton & Last Emperor Blackbeard are also very close) (all from One Piece)
7) what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Living without, Living without, Living without you or Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark, both from good omens
8) do you get hate on fics?
not as much on the fic themselves, but offsite i get shit for the concepts i like to write for. just block and move on with my day
9) do you write smut?
poorly. i dabble in it, but i have a love/hate relationship with it. i like writing the emotions and thoughts that go along with such intimacy but i dun really know how to write the act itself
10) do you write crossovers?
I'm not opposed to crossovers, but the only true crossover i ever wrote never got shared because i got stuck in the middle and it lies languishing in my wip folder I much prefer fusions/ AU where one series is inserted into the world of another, but with little to no interaction with the cast of that series.
11) have you ever had a fic stolen?
if so, i dun know about it. Having said that, I have had *ideas* stolen. In a previous fandom, i had a BNF steal one of my AU concepts wholesale and they couldn't even be bothered to leave a kudos on the work they stole it from. (they even admitted it, though they did not know i was the original author. i had reached out to them on twitter (which did not have my fandom name) because i had thought it was so cool that we both had the same idea. i had shared my story with them (not stating it was mine, just *a* story with a similar idea) and they flat out said that's where they got the idea. The fact they did that, but couldn't even be bothered to leave a kudos or comment still hurts, not gonna lie. (at the time, the fic was several months old and had zero comments and only like 8 kudos)
12) have you ever had a fic translated?
!!Yes! its a very recent thing, and it's been super exciting! Not just on the fic exchange side, but getting to chat cultural differences
13) have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Not so much, but my dear friend above has been great a helping me work out of plot pits I've dug myself into and also going back and reworking stories that certainly needed more context for the reader. We spend a lot of time bouncing ideas off each other and i know soon i'm going to stop using the no beta we sink like the punk tag and that neat!!
14) what's your all time favorite ship?
Currently, Punk Aibou aka KiKi aka KidKil aka Eustass Kidd x Killer. the problem with "all time favourite", is its always going to be the current one, even if they are in a rotation. Ineffable Husbands is sitting right there, along with oldies like Starsky and Hutch.
15) what's the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
* Side eyes the pile * i got so..... many.... I think, heartbreakingly, it's Southbound Hearts. I have an outline, i have a three part plan... but i fear i bit off far more than i can chew with that one, and I'm really struggling to get characters to sound right.
16) what are your writing strengths?
hmmm... i feel like i'm doing stuff no one else is. maybe it's just cause my little corner of fandom is a little isolated these days, but i feel a lot of what i write is *becuase* it doesn't exist yet, at least on a03.
17) what are your writing weaknesses?
finishing a story
18) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
it's a tread carefully thing. i feel it has its place - like you see in movies - but authors really need to look at *why* is this in another language? I try to keep it for more when characters are making a point to exclude someone from a conversation, but a clever reader might be able to read between the lines, or someone who knows the language gets an extra little part written just for them, like they're in on the secret. Or if the whole purpose of a piece is focusing on communication. i have one story where some guys are just screaming at each other in other languages as a form of dick waving, only to find out that the guy who speaks more languages is technically illiterate, and the story ends up being about cultural genocide im pretty cool with loan words getting sprinkled in; i know some readers get annoyed by it, and it has absolutely been done terrible more often that not, but that's never bothered me
19) first fandom you wrote for?
oh.... its been soo so long... probably G-Force. not Gatchaman or Battle of the Planets, but this adaptation specifically. XD that has all LONG been lost to time. I think the first fanfic i *shared* for was the animated mighty duck series back on a Disney message board. pre ff.net
20) favourite fic you've ever written?
i have no earthly idea. i did LOVE writing KiKi'tober [2024] and while it's not the most polished thing i've done, it was the most memorable to write
Hello there! Hope you guys are having a great time!
Any fics that you know of a power imbalance between the two since Aziraphale is much more powerful than Crowley?
Any fics, doesn't matter for rating and whatnot!
Hi! The idea of one being more powerful than the other is only a fanon trope. So here, have a couple of fics in which Aziraphale is more powerful and a couple in which Crowley is more powerful...
Incongruous States of Being by ZehWulf (T)
“Who would win: Aziraphale or Crowley.”
“Oh!” Aziraphale startles. “Well—such a question. It’s not as though either of us has engaged in so much as fisticuffs in ages, and one does need to keep up practice with these sorts of things.” His fretting dies abruptly when Crowley cuts over him clearly, baldly: “Aziraphale.”
Aziraphale’s mouth clicks shut, and he goes so still that the group is forcibly reminded that ethereal beings don’t technically need to breathe, have a heartbeat, or even metabolize energy to exist. Beside him, Crowley’s stiffened up and his lips pull back from his teeth in a toe-curling wince.
I’ll think of you every step of the way by Mekachu04 (T)
Aziraphale worked very hard at being soft. He's been working very hard for more than 6000 years to be soft, and one demon is trying his patience on the matter, leading him on a smiting spree in hell.
aka - exploring my personal headcanon's of our fav duo's pasts, set sometime after the series ends. Tags will be expanded reflecting each new chapter to minimize spoilers. i'm not very nice to either of of our beloveds in this, but it all works out in the end.
Being Gentle by Sodium_Azide (M)
Principalities are built for war. Only for war. However, as bewildering as it may be, on Earth sometimes peace breaks out.
He felt like a siege catapult attempting to skip pebbles on a pond.
Aziraphale, a very gentle angel created to defend Eden against all of the horrible might of Hell, does his very best to be soft.
Starstruck by Atalan (T)
Aziraphale wasn't one of the angels tasked with creation. He wasn't ever expected to create anything new, but as it happened, he already had, though no-one (including him) realised it.
He had, completely on his own and with very little fuss, invented being desperately, hopelessly in love with someone who didn't even know his name.
AU. Aziraphale gets a shock when he runs into the Archangel Raphael in the Garden, especially since he's calling himself "Crowley" and pretending to be just any old ordinary angel. Meanwhile Crowley just wants someone to appreciate him for himself without all the convoluted power games of Heaven...
Truth Serum, Kidnapping, and a Garden! Oh My! by animefan021513 (T)
Aziraphale is a bit shaken by the place that Crowley created when he stopped time. So, logically, he gives Crowley a truth serum specially made for beings like him and Crowley to draw the truth out about that place. Soon, they find out that Gabriel is kidnapped by demons and needs their help. What truths will be revealed about Crowley? Who was he before he fell? What will his memories reveal when TESTED for REDEMPTION!? What will Aziraphale find out about some things he mysteriously doesn't remember? Will this whole thing affect their friendship? Why is Gabriel being nice now? READ AND FIND OUT! :) (Based mainly on the show)
The Truth Remains by WanderingAlice (M)
Raphael had been the third angel ever created, and he’d raised himself first with Michael’s clumsy help. Then he’d turned around and raised three more siblings, and loved them all so fiercely it hurt. He'd loved Aziraphale too, more than either of them really knew.
And then, he fell. He lost everything. The bond he held with his siblings was ripped away, leaving an aching, empty void. And while he still has Aziraphale, the angel doesn't recognize the archangel who taught him how to care about the Earth. And Crowley refuses to tell him who he was, or how Aziraphale's voice is the one thing that can soothe the ache in his soul that wants, so badly, to feel a connection again.
A story through the ages as an angel and a demon come to terms with their shared past.
- Mod D
Look at these precious girlies!!
Each model took a few hours but they were so much fun. P.Tang was easier to piece together but did require just a little bit of glue while V.Punk fit so tightly it was difficult with some of the smaller pieces to assemble but stayed togther on her own.
More pictures available upon request. As wood models they're not exactly canon but could still be some nice reference materials
Kidd - 19 | Killer - 23
Tags specifically for this chapter:
Kidd pre-time skip looks fucking weird right
that's not just me?
It's because he's still using Killer's make-up
I think he should have a shit ton of freckles
especially on his forehead, which is why he always has it covered
Kidd is self-conscious as hell about his freckles that i made up for him
Gàidhlig tossing in again
Read at A03 linked above or here below cut
Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list
"What the fuck, Kidd?" Killer snarls, the mask only amplifying the angry tone as he stand in the doorway, Kidd looking back at him through the bathroom mirror, before turning to his partner sheepishly.
Unfortunately for Kidd, Killer is pissed, grabbing the concealer from him in one hand and the small bag of make up in the other, and Kidd raises his own in surrender. He's not completely sure of his misstep but he can count the times Killer's gotten truly upset with him on one hand and even without seeing his face, Kidd knows this is about to make the list if he doesn't fix it quickly.
"I ran out of lipstick so I was just gonna borrow some from you -"
"That doesn't fucking look like lipstick, Kidd!"
"Air son Muir..."
"This shit is expensive, Kidd! You can't just waste is on a whim playing... I don't know! What ever the hell this is!"
"Expensive? Killer - we're as rich as gods right now - I'll buy you more!"
Killer growls little, and Kidd aborts his half-hearted attempt to reassure Killer with a hand to the shoulder. He redirects, scratching the back of his neck like that had been the plan the whole time.
"Killer - I'll buy you more. I'm sorry. Okay." Kidd smart enough to know they're fighting about something else right now - but damn him if he knows what. "Tha mi duilich. I shouldn't have touched your make up without asking."
Killer is still hunkered a little defensively over his bag, tucked behind arms crossed low over his gut.
"It's... I.." Kidd frowns, usually he just says what he means, but right now he's not sure how to iterate it. "You've never cared about me using your stuff before. Half the time, I'm not actually sure which clothes are mine and which are yours to begin with."
"Mine are the ones that still have sleeves and buttons." Killer muttered. He's annoyed, but the strange mood that had him has loosened its hold.
Kidd makes a gesture of 'well there you go' before resting his hands on the bathroom counter behind him. He gives Killer his best puppy eyes, face molded into the perfect, 'I'm baby' look and he bats his eyes innocently. Killer's mask should prevent him from making sure the look sticks, but he's had enough practice that he knows immediately when Killer locks eyes with him, and he deepens the pouts just a little more.
"You look stupid." Killer says finally, and Kidd smirks - "I was under the impression that was my default?"
The tension eases out of Killer with a sharp bark of laughter, the rare kind where he tosses his head back and cackles. The effect is lost a little with his helmet, but it's a laugh reserved just for Kidd and he takes the win for what it is.
"You can't..." Killer pauses, chuckling, "You can't wear it like foundation - it's just a concealer. You put it across your whole face like that and you just look flat and weird. It's just for spot treatment. Like a zit or under eye bags and shit."
Kidd tried to school his face, but he knew it didn't catch the sulk in time, because Killer cocked his head the way his did when zeroing in on a weakness on the battlefield.
"Also - my skin tone is the completely wrong colour for you." He said, setting the bag down and Kidd could just feel his gaze flickering over Kidd's face.
Demanding an answer.
"My freckles make me look like a fucking kid. People still don't take me serious."
"But I thought you were Kidd?"
Kidd glared, but Killer was long immune to the look. Killer tilted Kidd chin up, 'tutting' over the thick layer of cream. Well - it had done that job at least. Not a hint of freckle was visible across his forehead, nose or cheeks. But it had also covered the natural differences in Kidd's skin tone, flattening to one solid shade. "I dunno shit about contouring, but if we can figure that out, I bet you won't look so stupid."
Kidd just grinned, "I dunno. Kinda digging the look. It's certainly striking."
"It's something." The problem was Killer only vaguely knew that contouring was a thing, not how it worked. But what he did know...
"Hold on a sec." Killer dug through his bag, and Kidd lounged against the countertop, watching him rummage. Killer didn't have the largest supply, and everything was pretty well used. Kidd had made a mental note when he'd been looking through it earlier of what stuff was almost gone. Those were clearly Killer's favorite, and Kidd had stayed clear. But he also knew what to look for in the next port they docked at as well.
Killer brought out a a few items, lipsticks mostly, to set on the counter out of his way but the prize in hand was a little black marker with a delicate brush at the end. Killer fiddled with it for a moment, before gesturing for Kidd to lean closer. "Look Up" was all he said.
Kidd sat still, looking up at the ceiling as Killer carefully painted black lines around his lashes, pulling the brush across the delicate skin around his eyes.
After Killer finished his first eye, he stepped back, turning Kidd's face this way and that, before gesturing to the mirror. Kidd judged his reflection, the sharp lines around his eyes against the flat of his face a bold look, and he grinned.
"Yeah?" Killer asked.
"Yeah, I like it. Do the other one?"
"Sure," and Kidd turned back to Killer. This time, he stared back, catching the flash of blue though the mask; It was hard to miss this close. Killer paused, just a moment, before Kidd caught the twinkle, knowing Killer was smiling back. Then he was looking at the brush strokes, carefully painting on the beginnings of Kidd's own mask.
An AO3-CSS block walkthrough
Note, i actually dont know css. I've just learned this from assorted other tumblriets
Log in to Ao3
Go to your dashboard
And then open the skins page
Here, create your first site skin
Once you have created it, you will go to where it says edit below instead to update it as needed.
At the very least, you will have to name it, then go to the CSS section.
There is lots you can do here, but the two things I'm talking about is preventing specific stories (work) or authors(user) from being displayed to you.
You can add as many as you like, breaking them up with a comma, and ending with the {bracketed info}
.work-12345,
.user-12345 {
display: none !important;
}
Now to show you where to get the numbers to replace the 12345
First, work/stories. Open the piece you want to remove from your future browsing, and go to the url. It will be the first set of numbers. If you view stories chapter by chaper, there will be two sets of numbers so be sure you're capturing the right ones.
Authors/user are not found in the url, but instead on their profile pages
Once you are done, just submit.
If you are already using someone else's pre-created site skin, you can add it to your new skin! Even combine them if you like! Under the css section, there is an advanced option. Open it up and you can add existing public skins here
27. Warm
Kidd - 8 | Killer - 12 | Victoria - 13
Tags specifically for this chapter:
Children in danger
Sick!Killer
Kidd is out of his depth
aftermath of Grief
Enter Victoria
drug use (pills) both 'prescribed' and not
Read at A03 linked above or here below cut
Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list
"What's wrong with him?"
Kidd startled, and the mystery voice yelped as scrap metal flung itself at her haphazardly. Kidd armed himself with a pipe, planting himself firmly between the girl who'd dropped to the ground, and Killer's still sleeping form.
Seeing as no other attack followed, the girl looked up tentatively, before glaring at him as she stood up, brushing the filth from her shorts. Kidd just adjusted his grip on the pipe.
"You're Kidd, right? I've seen you two around town."
"Yeah, so what?" Kidd hisses.
"So, what happen?"
"None of your business."
She blinks at that, looking honestly surprised. "oh.. okay. Fair, i guess." she shrugs, turning to leave.
"I can't get his fever to go down." Kidd admits. She stops, looking back at him. "We got .. we got ambushed. Killer got hurt and now he was a fever and no matter how many times I change the bandages, he doesn't get better."
"You can't... You gotta do more than just change bandages," she muttered, cautiously approaching him. "Can I see?"
The blond boy under the rags is shivering and panting, blue eyes glazed over and unresponsive. His skin is warm and clammy, splotchy red where it's not paper white pale. She doesn't even need to see more to know this is way past her expertise.
"He needs a doctor."
"They don't see Heaps kids," Kidd said bitterly, and Victoria's heart broke - it sounded like the kid had already tried that only to be turned away.
She pulled the makeshift blanket away further, the dirty bandages wrapped to the best an eight year old could manage. She didn't dare try and unwrapped them again with nothing to wash the area. "Okay... okay, let me think..."
Kidd pulled the blanket back up, small face twisting in grief. At least she didn't have to explain to the boy the dangerous situation his friend was in. "Sure."
He looked at her, like he didn't dare to hope. "Help me get him up, I'll carry him." she said, kneeling down so Kidd could drag his friend up onto her back.
"What.. what's the plan?"
"The nurse at the boarding house."
Kidd paused, look at her like she was an idiot. "We're not allowed in the Mill's houses."
Victoria started walking without him.
"Wait! Wait! We're not allowed in!!"
"You're not allowed in." She corrected, "But I am, and if I go to the infirmary Ii should be able to avoid the Widow Matron. It's early enough in the day that the only ones in the house are working and they are too busy doing chores to bother with me."
She was right, even if Kidd was left at the gates to pace worriedly.
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It was starting to get dark and Kidd was staring infuriated at the large foreboding stone building, angry tears falling without his permission as he waited for any word on Killer or the girl who'd whisked him away. He felt a fool, sure that he' been swindled and now his only friend had been stolen away after everything they'd gone though to stay together.
Killer had worked so hard to keep them together and safe, and Kidd had just lost him.
One of the men at the gates was watching him suspiciously, whispering to on of the other men. Well, let them whisper. Kidd wasn't going anywhere. He wiped some of the snot and tears from his face, glaring back at them, daring them to try and run him off.
He wasn't expecting someone from inside to call his name, some older auntie asking for him to be let inside. The men at he gates seemed just as surprised.
"His sister fell ill today, the poor child's just waiting to hear she's okay."
"Ma'am, no one's allowed in or out after curfew..." One of the men stated nervously, wilting immediately under her glare. Kidd wasted no time squeezing though the gate bars and running to the woman's side unprompted. The men grumbled, but seemed like chasing a kid down wasn't worth their time.
"You're Shiruton's friend, yes?" the woman asked him quietly, and Kidd nodded; He didn't know who Shiruton was, but he'd be whatever she claimed he was if it meant he got to see Killer again. The older woman was waking across the yard carefully, faux-casually staying to the shadows and Kidd made sure to do exactly as she did. They slipped around the side of the larger building, entering in though a food prep area before navigating to the brink building's infirmary.
Victoria sat waiting for him, sitting in a wooden chair next to a bed at the end with the curtain drawn. She must be Shiruton then, Kidd assumed.
Kidd practically threw himself at Killer, even if his friend still slumbered on. He smelt funny - a sharp tangy smell that also filled the room in general. The woman hissed at him, and bodily drug him back off the bed. "You are filthy, get down!"
Kidd hissed at her, fulling intending to bite her for manhandling him. For separating him from Killer.
"Stop it!" She warned him, "You will wash and if you don't have lice or fleas, then I will let you back on the bed."
Wash? Kidd started at her blankly, so thrown that he forgot he was upset. He wiped his hands on his shorts, and held them up for inspection. Her and Victoria both looked horrified. "I'll take him," Victoria volunteered, her face still pinched.
She lead him to a privacy room off to the side, and introduced him the joys of hot water and showers. And then the doldrum of soap and shampoo. She also took his clothes and informed him they should be thrown away, before lending him a nightshirt that was practically a nightgown on him. He stood once again for inspection by the nurse, right down to her checking his scalp with a comb.
"Clean enough for now - go on then." She dismissed him before talking quietly with Victoria for a moment before sending the girl away to her own room before she was noticed missing.
He was at Killer's side in a flash, gingerly climbing up on Killer's right side, avoiding the injuries he knew festered on Killer's left. The injury was unwrapped, and the nurse waited for him to settle before speaking.
"This is a third degree burn, and it's infected. You need to make sure it stays clean." No eight year old should be the one receiving these directions - a doctor should be caring for these children. but Victoria had sad all she needed to hear - Heap's Boys. No one was going to care about if they lived or died. Her Bosses certainly wouldn't either.
She showed the little redhead a jar of cream she'd prepared. "You want to gently use this on the whole area - every day." She demonstrated how to apply it, before then showing how how to correctly wrap the area. Next she showed him a little orange bottle she'd prepared. "He needs to take one of each color, every singe day, until they are gone. Kidd, this is very very important. He has to take all of them. Even if he starts to feel better, he has to take them all."
Once he nodded solemnly, she set it on the top of the burn creme jar. "Make sure he's drinking clean water, as much as he can stomach. After the pills are gone, he might still want some pain killers, just make sure he's taking only as much as he absolutely needs."
And... easy part done. now the hard part. She handed him the last packages she'd prepped. "I was able to stop the bleeping - it's healing up now, but over the next week or so it still needs to heal. You need to make sure he soaks in a warm bath of this, twice a day." He looked over the collection, pointing a the creme - "one a day", the pills "once a day until they're gone," and then hold up the little box of powder, "twice a day."
It may not be enough, but at least she tried. She'd have to kick them out before sun up, hoping the meds would have enough time to get the older boy somewhat lucid. He had already started to sweat, and his temperature was slowly coming back down. Until then, she watched as the younger boy crawled under the thin little blanket to curl up on the narrow bed with his partner.
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Once they're back on the streets, getting clean water proves to be a task too large for Kidd, try as he might. He's got enough for Killer to either drink it or wash in it, and Kidd finds someone to trade the bath mix to. He brings back soups and painkillers and holds Killer tight when he cries in pain. Holds him tighter, scared when too many of the pills Kidd bought on the street puts Killer in a limp daze as they try to find the right dosage. The bleeding comes back every few days, but it looks less and less each time, so Kidd just hopes and prays
Slowly, Killer heals, and the infection clears up. Kidd can tell that walking hurts for a long time, and his arm is still messed up pretty bad. But Kutsukku doesn't care, and they both know Killer needs to suck it up or the Heaps will eat them both alive.
Day 18 : Cowboy
Look, sorry our other boys didn't make an appearance, but i have a love for cowboy killer that must be fulfilled.
i haven't drawn a horse in yeeeeeeears XD I usually draw him with a truck instead.
if this your jam, check out Reposed Rebellions, or even the RR Age Study over on my sketch account. (It not done, but i had to pause for this challenge. once i'm back to working on that, watch for ages 17 and up)
Original Prompt list by gratefulcheeses
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