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Gunpowder, Gelatin; Dynamite with a Laser Beam
Chapters: 2 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature
Eustass "Captain" Kidd / "Massacre Soldier" Killer
Mob / Hitokiri Kamazo (aftermath of)
AKA: 8 days to Rally [Redux]
Summary:
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...
There was no running water right now; Kidd making a promise to Killer for the world's most luxurious bath once this is all over, running the fingers of his right hand through her hair in attempt to brush it out. He was probably only making it worse, but they both needed this, this grounding soothing action. She made no attempt to stop him, still resting against his chest, her own hand warm over his heart, red nails tracing faint patterns against his skin. Soft touches were rare for the both of them these last weeks. Depending on how the night goes, it might be the last they get for a while. The light creaking of the ship in the harbor's gentle waters sooth away the early daylight hours, their infiltration having gone unnoticed despite the messes left in the galley. Messes they will be returning to shortly, mussed Kidd as he shifted, glancing at the soft dark red smear left on his own skin where blood has started to stain through the bandages across Killer's breast. She's still dozing against him, neither awake or asleep, and he's loathed to disturb her, but... He sat up, not so much a kiss, but a firm press of lips to the top of her head as he does. She gave him an irritated little warble and tried to bury her face in his collar, hunching so the fur coat hid more of her face.
warnings under cut
Warnings: Depictions Of Violence Rape/Non-Con (aftermath)
Additional Tags:
always a woman!"Massacre Soldier" Killer
Wano Arc (One Piece)
Killer injured from the fight with Zoro
author subscribes to fancanon:, Kamazo was an oiran for Orochi when he wasn't being used as an assassin based on his obi
discussions of previous injuries
very hurt!Killer
wearing each other's clothes
SMILE Fruit
Post Udon Prison
Rape Aftermath Implied/Referenced Underage Sex (later chapters) Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con Implied/Referenced Underage Prostitution (later chapters)
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
warnings expanded upon in notes in the story start notes ->click on them to expand for more details
Day 22 : Genderbent
... i wanted to draw cute f!heat doing f!Killer's hair.
we only got halfway there.
last month, when glancing over the list, this prompt grabbed my attention, and i drew this sketch. After that, i could not get the idea out of my head, and then the sketches just didn't stop.
Chapter one of F!Killer story - titled Gunpowder, Gelatin; Dynamite with a Laser Beam (from Killer Queen - BY Queen) is now also up on A03, with a plan for at least one sketch a chapter. please mind the rating and warnings; it's not a story for everyone.
Original Prompt list by @gratefulcheeses
Gunpowder, Gelatin; Dynamite with a Laser Beam
Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Eustass "Captain" Kidd / "Massacre Soldier" Killer Mob / Hitokiri Kamazo (aftermath of)
AKA: 8 days to Rally [Redux]
Summary:
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...
It's home... or the husk of home at least.
Their personal effects have been stripped out, the machinery and appliances gone. Nothing but bare wood and cabinetry.
They'd gone to find clothes for Killer first, only to find nothing at all. Her quarter's were completely bare. Her clothes, her masks, her knives. The mattress, the drapes from over the windows, the bottles of lotions and conditioners she hoarded in the privacy of her own room. Her drum kit, her music dials, her cook books, her collection of miniature little butterflies and wolverines - started by a tiny Kidd almost two decades ago.
Everything. All gone.
warnings under cut
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Rape/Non-Con (aftermath) Additional Tags:
always a woman!"Massacre Soldier" Killer
Wano Arc (One Piece)
Killer injured from the fight with Zoro
author subscribes to fancanon:, Kamazo was an oiran for Orochi when he wasn't being used as an assassin based on his obi
discussions of previous injuries
very hurt!Killer
wearing each other's clothes
SMILE Fruit
Post Udon Prison
Rape Aftermath Implied/Referenced Underage Sex (later chapters) Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con Implied/Referenced Underage Prostitution (later chapters
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
warnings expanded upon in notes in the story start notes ->click on them to expand for more details
fem! kill 🙏🏼
Summery of the idea: 18+ rating
Exploring the aftermath of the Kidd Pirate's captivity in Wano, Kamazou's loss to Zoro, freeing the crew, leading up to the Onigashimas Raid, with a specific focus on the struggles a female!Kamazou under the control of a man like Orochi might have been. Ideally it would finish with the recovery after Kidd (& Law) takes down Big Mom and Killer's fight with Hawkins.
Tentatively at 5 chapters - 8.5K Words - Kidd/Killer as the main pairing, but some soft moments between crew & Killer.
It would also be dealing very strongly with rape aftermath, and things like the fear of sti's, pregnancy, menstrual cycles, ect. and how fucking terrifying that would be on top of all the other shit going down, along side the SMILE fruit.
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Crew quarters are just as bare. If it wasn't nailed down, it's gone. The Punk hasn't been so desolate since the day Kidd bought her. Killer is chuckling weakly at his side, clutching those awful robes to herself, and Kidd knows she's barely keeping it together.
He can't be in this room. He can't stand the hollow echo that should be filled with talking or snoring. He closes his right hand around Killer's bicep, guiding them both out.
The galley is worse - Kaido's people stole his fucking fridge. Killer's meticulously collected cast iron pots and pans are gone; her pasta roller, years worth of collecting across the South Blue and Grand Line of spices and herbs, not even the custom shelving he'd made for her, nothing has been left behind.
Killer starts to laugh across the room; the high pitched breathless wheezing that's been clawing its way out of her until she can't stand it anymore and starts to claw her own face. Kidd's at her side where she's kneeling in time to pull her hands away before blood is drawn and she slumps against him, cackling. She nods to her discovery, exhausted against him: one cabinet missed, under the false drawer of the sink, still fully stocked with sanitation supplies. Not just cleaning, but prep supplies. Hairnets. Food safety gloves. Face masks. An emergency first aid kit. The fucking fire extinguisher.
The first aid kit is meant for kitchen burns and minor cuts. Something quick and best case to hold over until the can get over to the sick bay - which is also stripped bare. It has some pressure bandages and gauze, but nothing for flesh cut to the bone in desperate need of stitches, nothing for assault and torture. Nothing for fake devil fruits.
<><><> "stop stop stop," he growled, trying to take the garments away from her, only for her to growl right back.
"You are not leaving me behind, jackass," she hissed.
He looked at her like she's slapped him; the though never having crossed his mind, "What? No! I mean, you not wearing that crap -"
"I'm not going naked!"
"No, wear mine," he said, shoving his own clothes at her, his vest and slacks at least.
He wasn't often able to stun Killer in to silence. Her face was blank and she was just blinking rapidly, trying to find the tracks Kidd's mental train of thoughts had taken.
"The fuck are you going to wear?" she settled on finally.
"My kilt."
She erupted into laughter at that, more manic than usual because of the fruit, but honest laughter, the kind saved for his particularly stupidest moments.
"I'm serious," Kidd got her to drop the robes, and held his slacks open for her to step into.
"You're going to stick out- "
"I was always going to stick out."
"Well, now we're both going to stick out."
"That has never stopped us before."
<><><>
He swore into her skin and she chuckled, twisting up on herself. He pressed his lips to her skin once more. She'd always been his better half, and to have to have dealt with this on top of everything else. Alone. He couldn't fathom it, such a violation of her self. "I'll kill him."
"I know you will."