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At 13, it was quickly becoming clear that Kidd Eustass was going to live up to that wild 'firey' stereotype that seemed to haunt all red-heads. To begin with, at that age most boys growing up tucked away in the county's back country run wild, hellions by their own rights. Freshly turned teens running amok as they start to try and define themselves as their own people for the first time - testing the rules and how far they can push the limits. Shooting road signs, vandalizing old derelict barns, joyriding tractors on the paved roads. Harassing the big bosses' herds, messing with the tourists at the dude ranch, terrorizing the local dogs in the middle of the night. Get a few of them running together, and stuff starts to get stolen or broken or blown up.... and then there's the wild parties in the national forest. Every kid goes though it, and Captain Smoker's biggest headache is when to look away as part of teenage growing pains, and when to start cracking down before someone gets hurt. Kidd Eustass was quickly running down the docket - ticking off each offense like it was his personal to-do list and he wanted to be the first to do them all before he even hit high school.
Smoker had warned Brichtrede Eustass that Kidd was spending too much time with the older boys and needed friends his own age. They were a bad influence on him - the local degenerates. Two of them already dropped out of high school, and Smoker didn't have high hopes that Killer was going anywhere with his life either. Too much weed, too much rock music, too much leather and chains and piercings. Too city. Too.... different. Weird. Too.. close. Heat & Wire were attached at the hip these days, never one without the other. And since Victoria left, Killer was never far behind the two. Kidd had admitted to her that Killer wasn't on the bus home most days and he didn't think he was going to classes much anymore.
Most recently, the boys had the brilliant idea of using a homemade potato gun made out of soup cans to shoot down a wasp nest in Heat's back yard, leading to Killer bringing her boy home covered in stings. Killer had not fared much better, and she'd ordered the two boys inside to wash before covering the both of them in calamine lotion. She'd tried not to smile as the two talked over were they'd gone wrong, and how to built a better potato gun next time - like that had been the problem and not the fact they were using it on a venomous flying insect that lived in a hive of hundreds of other venomous flying insects.
Brichtrede had to put her foot down last year with the boys, Killer specifically. She'd known Wire, Heat & Killer longer than her own current husband by this point, and the boys had been there for Kidd nearly his whole life in ways she couldn't. Despite the age gap between them, Killer had become her son's best friend before Kidd could even read. Last year's debacle had shown her while Killer could be trusted to make sure the any trouble her son got involved in didn't end up on his permanent record, he didn't however understand how serious the danger he and the others had put themselves and her son in was to begin with. There was teenage shenanigans, and then there was behavior that would get someone killed.
She would prefer some parental supervision when the boys got into anything involving fire, but she would take it any day over the night she'd picked Killer up from the Sheriff's office after he'd been caught drinking in the park; with the intention of driving her son home afterward. She'd told him in no uncertain terms that it was his one free pass and he would not be getting another one. Killer had make a clear effort after that to be better behaved with Kidd around. He was still a wild child - his father completely checked out as a parent over a decade ago, and now seem to exist as a task assigner and little more - but she knew there was a boy in there just trying his best with no idea how to do that.
Honestly, between the four of them, Killer probably was the only one with any impulse control, and even then it only seemed to pop up when Kidd was involved. And in turn, her son knew just what buttons to push to override that when he wanted to. Thankfully, he was still young enough Brichtrede wasn't too worried just yet.
She was watching them tinker under the hood of Killer's truck, mulling that over. Kidd seemed to be ready to crawl right in while Killer was either content to watch or was actively egging him on; she wasn't sure from here.
"Babe?" She called to her husband from where she watched from his workshop window. He was tinkering himself, and came over to peek out and watch the two boys.
"What is he up too?" her husband muttered, trying to see what Kidd was messing with.
"Please go make sure whatever 'adjustments' our son is making doesn't get our boys blown up later, hmm?"
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Day 3: Victoria Lives
No matter how old they get, she can still kick their asses.
Since we're going AU, I used the Stampede Movie colours for the boys, and Victoria's clothes are inspired by Bulma from Dragon Ball: The Path to Power (1996)
Original Prompt Post by @gratefulcheeses
11. Meeting
Kidd - 17 | Killer - 21 | Heat - 22 | Wire - 23
Tags specifically for this chapter:
Violence / Death
Aftermath of Victoria's murder
Songfic
Kidd will be the Pirate King
Kidd gets his name - Captain
Kidd meets Victoria Punk
Read at A03 (on the 11th!) linked above or here below cut
Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list
Kidd sat on the throne of blood, opulence and wealth around him, the other three bosses before him.
The whole island was at his fingertips - everything Kutsukku had to offer his for the taking. The thick plush carpets and heavy tapestries on the walls. Glistening hardwood and marble floors. Paintings framed in gold.
His whole life - he couldn't fathom such affluence. The trash cans of this new world he had conquered held more wealth than his name once did.
This is what killed Victoria. The hand that stuck her down might have belonged to the corpse he's left smeared across the floor downstairs - but this place is what killed her in the end. The drive to take every penny from the island, just to decorate rooms like this.
He could live the rest of his life in luxury here. Haunted by Victoria but never wanting another day in his life. Only...
"Do what you want." he said finally, pushing himself up out of the plush chair. "I'm taking my cut and I'm out of here."
Bosses Heat & Wire just nodded; this was a temporary alliance at best. They'd had their own reasons for joining, but Victoria had never been one of them. If there was a way to end this amicably, then all the better.
Killer however...
"Out of here?"
They used to be friends. Hell, Killer was the closest to a parent Kidd had. The last couple of years had pushed them apart but once...
Once they'd crawled around the Heaps together - playing pretend. Imagined the trash yard as any place but here. Of the ocean and the blue blue horizon and of adventure and escape.
Of Roger and his treasures.
Oh, better far to live and die
Of that stupid little ditty that he'd heard as a child. Little him clinging to the words of drunken fools filling his head with fantastic nonsense.
Under the brave black flag I fly,
"Yeah... Out of here..." He looked at the wealth around the room. "Certainly enough here for a ship of my own."
Than play a sanctimonious part,
"A ship?" Boss Wire asked; he and Heat both looking at him curiously.
With a pirate head and a pirate heart
It wasn't like being a pirate was a step down from a crime boss. He'd still be his own man, but without this awful island holding him down.
Away to the cheating world go you,
"Yeah... Buy a ship. Sail out of here. Never look back" he grinned, a little manic, looking a the other three as the idea took hold for the first time with any real roots. It's a child fantasy. But now...
Where pirates all are well to do,
"Come with me. Fuck this place. We'll take what we want; burn this place down and just go."
But I'll be true to the song I sing,
"That's a big ask, kid boss. What are we gonna do with a boat? Fish?"
And live and die -
"I'm gonna be the Pirate King."
Killer face was unreadable as ever, hidden behind bangs and a blood splattered cloth mask. But Kidd knew he was staring him down. Judging his resolve.
It was a child's declaration. Shouted back in the days when Victoria didn't hate them yet and Killer still curled around him in the dark to chase away both chills and the things that went bump in the night.
If Wire or Heat thought to mock him, the intensity of the look between Kidd and Killer held their tongues.
Finally Killer looked away, "You don't know shit about sailing."
"I'll learn. I'll find people who do, get 'em to teach me."
"You hate being told what to do. Who'd you actually bother to listen to long enough to learn?"
"You."
Killer looked up sharply at that, this time his hair fell in a way to pierce Kidd with a ice blue glare.
"Boss Killer - you sail?" Heat asked softly.
"That was a long time ago. I was a child." He never looked away from Kidd, voice chipped and cold.
"Yet you had such a stick in your ass about it when we played pretend." Kidd goaded, "Used to hit me when I called the imaginary ropes the wrong thing."
"I have a few men who've sailed," Wire offered as a way to ease the tension building in the room, "Self included. Small boats only, but I do know a little."
"So Killer & Wire sail with me." Kidd looked at the last man standing, "You wanna stay here and be King Boss, or come with us, Heat?"
Wire raised a delicate eyebrow at Kidd's assumption he was gong along with him just like that, but... "You coming with us Heat?" he teased his long-time rival.
Heat scowled, "And what, the kid Boss will be Pirate King? What does that make the rest of us?"
"Free." Killer murmured solemnly.
Wire, Heat & Kidd looked at him sharply.
Kidd nodded slowly.
Yeah.
Free.
***
She's not a home yet, but Kidd feels like it's the closest he's ever had to just a place. Home was the people - places can be taken from you too easily. He'd learned that very early in life. And recently, he learned people could be taken away too, at any time with even less warning. But he'd not going to let that happen again. This will be Home - and he could afford to have one built just for him. But She called...
"I want Her." was all he said.
"Okay Captain," was all Wire & Heat said. Killer nodded in approval.
In turn, Kidd had turned to look at the trio - stunned by the name. Heat just smirked back, Wire shrugged, and Killer walked right on past him to flag down one of the ship masters.
UPDATE:
Archiving everything on dreamwidth
Im not planning on leaving!!!
But if anyone is on dreamwidth, im back *everything* up there. Old lj, tumblr, ff.net, a03.
Everything of mine i can find still on the webs for fandom, im orginizing and archiving on dw.
I will be leaveing it public so you dont need an account to interact, but if you *do* have one I'd love to be friends
Its still incomplete right now, i want to back up all my art both off and online so changes are coming . But check it our if youre interested - should actually be somewhat searchable by the time im done too!
anyone still on dreamwidth?
i'm looking to back up my tumblr - not just with the current stuff, but i have been since i had to deal with the mean girl bullshit last month.
i've been posting my scraps on blueksy but i'm thinking of backing everything up on dreamwidth.
any thoughts??
Sketch for the Reposed Rebellions Series - An AU!Rural coming of age Kidd/Killer story. Collection on A03
The A Side is Kidd's story, from age 14-19 as he deals with growing up isolated, trying to be the first of his friends to finish high school, and with the aftermath of a horrific accident that threatens to trap him in those mountains forever.
The A Side is thematically about driving, finding a way to feel free
The B Side will be Killer's story from age 15-22 as he deals with being left behind by his friends, trying to be more than his family, and with the fact that growing up rural and queer is minefield of its own.
The B Side is thematically about rest, finding a place to feel safe
Reposed - from the verb Repose
To rest in death or a grave
To lie, rest, or be supported
To have trust (in); rely (on or upon)
Rebellions - from the noun Rebellion
Dissent from an accepted moral code or convention of behaviour, dress, etc
beautiful!
*looking for cross-stitch fonts* All of these are so big! Who has time for a 7 by 5 letter!? *makes my own font* Oh, right. This possibly is too tiny. I’ve made a really intense mistake.
Work in progress sketches
Top from some point in R.Rebellions, and the end of Last Emperor Blackbeard. Bottom two future chapters from Adrift and "Kid" Pirates
30. Tears
Kidd - 17 | Victoria 22
Tags specifically for this chapter:
Victoria's death
Read at A03 linked above or here below cut
Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list
He knows her.
Well.. he knew her.
Kidd stares at the body, still partially buried in garbage.
Hip and Hop are quiet behind him, solemn and still.
Its bad enough someone murdered this woman. Then they brought her out to his turf and threw her away.
Like trash.
Before Kidd took over, bodies got dumps in the Heaps all the time. He'd put a stop to that years ago.
But then someone decided that they could waltz in and do as they liked. Very few had the egos for it. Only one group on the island still willing to openly disrespect him like this.
It wasn't just that it was a body. It wasn't just some poor soul that was discarded to prove a point.
But that was Victoria.
It had been four years. Last time he'd seen her she'd been so upset she'd left crying, and never looked back.
He'd never shed a tear for her leaving.
He's shedding them now.
Compo had gently taken his elbow, as if to lead him away. He jerks himself free, stumbling closer to the body.
They brutalized her, her face bloody, body broken. Her neck is broken, deep dark marks, a solid thick line left by a belt. Burned her and cut her and broke her. Stripped her bare and threw her away.
He's struggling out of his coat, tries to cover her, give her some dignity back.
"Boss," Boogie is murmuring at his side - no ... above him... as Kidd sinks to his knees. He doesn't know what to do; He can't do anything. She's already dead.
Kidd looks over the scrapyard, the Heaps, His Realm. His Domain. And none of that mattered, because Victoria is dead and nothing he's accomplished stopped it from happening. Nothing he's done will keep the next person from being thrown away by Kutsukku's undercity.
He looks to the city, taunting him, just as tall and imposing as it's been his whole life. Mocking him with things he's never allowed to have. Things it's gladly ripped away from even it own people - not because they've done something wrong - but that they've gotten in the way of the boss' games.
Kidd's going to burn it to the ground.
Illustration by @wargoddess9
The swirlies on azi's jacket are meant to be French knots. I dunno how to illustrate that in a pattern, sorry
Cross stitch pattern available as a pdf through Google drive or using the stitchfiddle site if you want to set your own print settings or can't print it at all
Untested pattern.
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