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sw33tsuccubus · 9 months

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My Bloody Romance

kobra kid x reader

summary: Kobra is a creep

A/N: reupload for anon

TW: mentions of blood

He was always there. Wherever you went. So why were you surprised? Even you didn’t know.

There he was, sat across from you, clad in a tiger print tank top. His smile was unnerving, and you weren’t used to seeing his eyes. He always wore pure black sunglasses.

“Are you awake?”

His voice, smooth and sounding unusually creepy, drew your attention back to the situation. You gave the man you once called your friend a small nod, and his smile widened.

“That’s great! I’m so happy to have you here! I’ve been looking all over for you, y’know.”

You cringed at his words. You had left the motel ages ago, having found a run-down trailer park and being welcomed in. You were sure those ‘joys would look for you, but in the meantime, you were stuck with Kobra.

“Where did you go? I missed you.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Right! Because you’re here now.”

Kobra stood and made his way over to you, grabbing hold of your shoulders. He leaned in and kissed you. You would have punched him, if you could have. Stupid fucker tied you to the chair.

Once he pulled back, he sighed happily.

“Oh, how I’d dreamed of that.”

You scowled at him, looking away.

“What’s wrong, dear? How are you not happy?”

He grabbed your chin, turning your head to look at him. His thumb went to trace your lips when you didn’t answer, and you bit him. He yanked his hand back and used the other to slap you.

He took a deep breath, and forced his smile back, going to caress your cheek, the one he had slapped.

“Sorry about that, dear. Didn’t mean to snap like that. Are you okay?”

You looked at him with disdain, and he shook his head.

“I don’t understand why you won’t return my affection. I only want to take care of you.”

“I’m tied up, Kobra. Can’t really do anything.”

Kobra weighed things out in his head. You could return affection if he untied you, but you had bitten him. He hummed, trying to decide. He finally knelt down to untie the ropes, and you decided to wait. You would get a chance.

As soon as he stood back up, you got up and hugged him. He happily returned the affection, and you leaned in to kiss him. The kisses trailed down his neck, and you felt yourself get close to his jugular. You had been raised for self defense. If you needed to rip his throat out to escape, you would.

The moment your teeth made contact with the skin, Kobra’s fingertips sunk into your skin and yanked you to the side. Taken off guard, you stumbled to the ground.

“Why are you like this?”

He sunk to his knees beside you, extracting a knife. You tried scrambling away, but his elbow landed on your stomach. You wheezed, trying to gain your breath.

“I’m impatient. You know that. Either love me now, or never. I’ll have your body either way, dear.”

“You’re gonna fuck my corpse?”

You wheezed out, letting out a small chuckle. If you were going down, you would go down laughing.

“No. I would just love it. If it asked me to fuck it, I would.”

That was when you decided he was actually insane. You might as well go down.

“You disgust me, y’know. I left for a reason.”

Kobra narrowed his eyes, his hand reaching your throat. He gave it a light squeeze, letting you know what he was capable of. The point of the knife poked your side.

“What would Party think of this? Your dear sibling seeing their little brother murdering someone because they didn’t love him.”

“Shut up!”

A vein bulged in Kobra’s neck, and you could feel the knife poke in a small bit. You knew him; if he was in a knife fight, he aimed for certain point. You assumed he would aim for your liver.

“Party didn’t care about me! They just wanted to live and be famous!”

You knew that wasn’t true. Party loved Kobra, wanted to live with him until the end. Getting taken by BL/i wasn’t their plan.

You wouldn’t stand for him talking about Party like that.

“Party loved you, jackass. Don’t talk about them like that.”

“Don’t tell me you like them more too!”

Kobra growled out the words, and you gave him a look of disgust. He was acting animalistic. This was getting ridiculous; what even happened to him?

“I don’t like anyone. Even if I did, it wouldn’t be you.”

“Stop it!”

“It’s the truth, you need to confront that.”

“Never.”

He hissed it out, and you felt his grip on your neck tighten. A lot. You let out a small gasp, your hands grabbing onto Kobra’s wrist. Little wheezy sounds came from you as he tightened his grip more; he could see your face turn red, your eyes slightly bulge out.

He smiled manically as he plunged the knife into your side. You let out a gasp, feeling tears stream down your face. He extracted the knife, only to stab the opposite side of your torso. He then went to brush the hair out of your face.

Your eyesight started blurring drastically as he brushed strands of hair out of your face.

“Oh how beautiful you are. All red, just because of little ol’ me.”

Mustering as much strength as you could, you brought up a shaking hand. Small groans escaped your mouth as you stuck up your middle finger. Kobra’s small smile fell as his face darkened.

“I can’t wait for you to be dead. At least your corpse won’t be such a bratty bitch.”

He let go of your throat and you let out deep breaths, just for him to plunge the knife straight through your neck. Everything was fading so fast, and all you could see above you was Kobra’s face forming into a loving smile.

#kobra kid x reader #gn reader #killjoy fic #kobra kid

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robinrunsfiction · 2 years

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OTPTOBER - Cuddles

Yesterday @thewordworrier sent me this prompt list for otptober, which is a fun idea and an excuse to write about my idiots in love, Kobra and Lux. And, in a shocking turn of events, I actually finished something!! It's a short blurb, but I thought I'd post it because 🤷🏻‍♀️ content is content? Anyway enjoy.

Cuddles

Lux loved being a Killjoy. She lived for the danger and the excitement of running wild through the desert. Getting into a clap with some Dracs wasn't scary, it was enthralling. These feelings only escalated after her brief capture by BLI. It was as if as long as she kept moving, kept her mind occupied long enough nothing could touch her, especially those memories.

The rainy season wasn't long in the Zones, and Killjoys had to be careful that the refreshing drops falling from the sky weren't actually an acid rain storm. Chances seemed to be about 50/50 these days. And it was another acid rain filled afternoon that kept the Fabulous Killjoys cooped up inside.

Kobra couldn't help but notice the way Lux paced the front room of the diner like some kind of caged animal. And apparently he was not the only one who noticed.

"What the hell is your problem?" Ghoul asked as he dropped the magazine he was reading onto the table in front of him.

"Me?" Lux asked. It sounded like a simple clarification, but Kobra heard the venom underneath. But before he could jump in, Fun Ghoul continued.

"Yea, you're gonna wear a hole in the floor if you keep wandering around like that, so why the fuck are you doing that?"

Lux opened her mouth to respond as red started to spread over her cheeks, Kobra wasn't sure if it was embarrassment of being called out or anger and he didn't want to give Ghoul an opportunity to feel her wrath either way.

"Come here," Kobra said, jumping to his feet and leading Lux back to the room that had been converted into a large bedroom for the Killjoys.

"What the hell is his problem?!" Lux finally exclaimed. "Can't a person walk in their own home?!"

"You do seem to be going sorta stir crazy, babe," Kobra said, sitting down on their cot and pulling off his boots. "Let's just rest for a bit."

Lux's face fell. "I don't wanna."

"Why not?" Kobra asked. He thought he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from her.

"I… I dunno," she said, distracting herself with Party's (rarely used) hairbrush that was sitting on a table.

Kobra got up and walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "It might help if you talk about it."

"Says the guy who never talks," Lux muttered.

"I talk to you," he replied and Lux grumbled. "You can talk to me."

Lux was silent for a few minutes. "Can we go lay down?"

"Of course," he replied and they made their way to the cot. Kobra settled in while Lux pulled off her boots. When she turned back around, he held his arms open for her. She snuggled into him, pressing her face against his neck and sighing.

"I don't like sitting still," Lux finally said in a small voice. "It feels like waiting for them to come get me, ya know?"

Kobra squeezed her a little tighter. "I know what you mean. But they'll have to get through all of us first, and I'm sure as hell not letting them take you from me again."

Lux sighed contentedly at that before pulling back to look up at him. "I love you."

"Love you too Lux," he smiled before kissing her softly.

"Do you think anyone would believe me if I told them that stone cold Kobra Kid was the best cuddler in the Zones?" Lux giggled.

"Not for a second," he replied.

"Then we'll keep it out little secret," she laughed lightly.

#kobra kid x killer lux #otptober #kobra kid x oc

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graffitibible · 3 years

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To Fun Ghoul, death was an inevitability. Death lived in all the ugly corners of the world they inhabited and it bred in the gloom of the Battery’s slums. It took the poor first; the weak, the destitute, those trampled and left to rot by the system that constrained them, and that was not sad or mournful or unusual. To Fun Ghoul, death was no more or less uncomfortable or familiar or unknowable or monstrous or strange as anything else in his life. It was death, and it would always hurtle for him and he loped alongside it and lived ruthlessly in its specter, taunting and teasing always for that certainty to catch and claw at their heels the way it would everyone. He saw it coming for him miles before it claimed him at long last, and they sunk into it laughing.

To Jet Star, death was a shadow. Death was not necessarily something to be feared so much as it was to be respected, because like Ghoul he knew that it would gradually take everything he loved and no amount of bucking against it would prevent that. He had spent too much of his life with death living on his shoulder and looming at his back to allow himself to be ripped apart by grief tethered to the bodies that dropped like flies while he kept on living. He skirted the edges of death but asked nothing of it other than the silent and subconscious prayer that he would not be the last to go when it came for him because he would not be able to survive that loneliness. Perhaps he should have known better than to entreat any such thing of death.

Death was, to the Kobra Kid, a trade. Death had swarmed from him and to him in so many different forms and under so many different circumstances that he knew his life would end desolate and bloody and so blisteringly, desperately young. Death was not passive. Death was not circumstance. Death was something he executed upon others and knew would be executed upon him and he would not let this take him off guard except that it’s harder, isn’t it, when it is not your own life you gamble with but someone else’s. He knew it would come and it still managed to blindside him in the end, because before it came for him it came for Party Poison and Kobra hadn’t been prepared to face that.

And Poison - oh, Party Poison, they had been racing toward death from the moment they could crawl. They craved it and clung to it and let it rush up to meet them and when it crashed against them they let it hold them fast. They allowed it to enfold them like waves swallow tracks on the sand, they drank it in like they were breathing in the scent of an old lover, they let it cradle them close because they knew, didn’t they, that it would not matter how they long had lived because they would be dead for so much longer. They wanted its arms around them not because it represented peace but because it invited finality. To seek quiet in the inherent brutality of death must seem like something of a paradox, unless you are Party Poison - hurtling always toward an end they knew to be inexorable and had chosen to let that define them as much as anything else.

#danger days #*mine #*snippet #this isnt part of anything bigger just something i was thinking about #the way they all look at death and its very similar in some ways but very dissimilar in others #they all die anyway though so it doesn't matter so much in the end! fun

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killjoysfromyesterday · 3 years

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the four’s relationships with their fathers are... complicated.

poison’s father was a crow. he ruled the house with an iron fist. i think he always knew there was something special about poison, and that’s why he hated his own child right off the bat. when poison’s mother tried to run away to the desert and got arrested for it, poison was thrown in a children’s home in the lobby. their father didn’t want them anymore, and it wasn’t even their own fault.

ghoul’s father died a few months before he was born, but ghoul’s older brother told him everything he remembered about their dad. ghoul can picture the way his dad would smile, laugh, but everything still seems so far away. he grew up with his older brother as a father figure, but sometimes he wonders if things would’ve been different if his father hadn’t died.

jet doesn’t know who his father is, his mother would never tell him. every time he would ask as a kid, she would just get a sad look in her eyes that persuaded him not to question her any further. it’s still always in the back of his mind, even as an adult. but the older desert joys all talk in hushed whispers about how jet’s got the same dimples, same freckles, even same mannerisms as dr. death defying.

kobra’s father loved him. loved him to death. kobra’s mother never wanted children, hated kobra’s guts even when he was too young to understand, but his father always tried to love him. kobra was a genius, but his father was just as much of an addict as his mother, and his father knew that kobra wasn’t safe living with them. his father was the one who reported to better living to remove kobra from them. kobra never knew.

#ray toro #fun ghoul #danger days #cherri cola #destroya #dr. death defying #jet star #kobra kid #party poison #phoenix witch #frank iero #gerard way #mikey way #my chemical romance #mcr #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #ttlotfk

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dragonfightingsocietea · 3 years

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keepin it short and sweet for today's mcm! day three baby!

no tw's today but i can warn you of some sweet jet and girlie time <3 just a parent and his not-kid.. love to see it

“What have I told you about sneaking into the ‘Am?”

“Uhh… not to do it?” The Girl smiles, mischievous, a grin present on her face, glowing in the dead of night. In the distance, she can hear the rumble of the engine as the car speeds off to somewhere, and she waves in the direction of the sound. Something tells her that Poison and Ghoul are waving right back.

It’s late, the sort of late where the night is a dark blanket all around you, warm and heavy, beckoning you to sleep. Most never take this opportunity, instead, living while the night’s still young, moving around with their unseen shadows, the moon as their signal to stop or go. The Girl is no exception to this, her child’s mind lively and herself, electric, much to the chagrin of Jet Star, who’s the only one with his night-slot empty. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“Yes, that’s right, and especially when those idiots are going out for a drive.” He instructs, shaking his head, his mass-emphasis on the word especially not going unnoticed.

“Why can’t I go with them?” The Girl whines, looking up to Jet as she tugs on his sleeve. He can see right through her- knows it’s not a genuine want, that she’s just nosy for an answer, and he smiles. “But it seems like so much fun- why don’t we ever go anywhere at night?”

“Because,” He starts, grunting as he goes to pick her up, lifting her off of the front stoop of the diner as she giggles in protest, thrashing, wild and explosive as Jet eases open one of the double doors with his foot. “When they go out at night, they want to be alone. They play video games and get really noisy- you don’t want to hear that while you’re trying to sleep, do you?”

He almost wants to laugh at his own lie as he sets her down, but watching her scramble back into their shared room lets him laugh anyway. The diner is vacant tonight- Ghoul and Poison are out, and Kobra’s at the station, likely with Cherri Cola or Dr. Death Defying. Jet’s almost sure Poison’s radioed Kobra at least twice since themself and Ghoul have been gone, and that alone only widens his grin. Something tells him that he won't stop smiling tonight.

Walking through the hall and into his room, past the diner stools and graffiti-filled walls, he sees The Girl sitting on his bed (or more accurately, his mountain of scraps and blankets), holding a worn book that reads “Stars”. She points up to the ceiling.

“Can we stick those stars on the ceiling that Kobra got for me from Tommy’s?” She asks, though she knows the answer will always be yes. She even puts on the puppy-dog eyes for effect- there’s no way Jet can contest.

Soon enough, her hair will be shining in the neon glow of sticky-stars, and as will her smile. Jet Star’s almost one-hundred percent sure she won’t be getting to bed, or at least, not soon enough, but considering her glee, he figures it’s alright.

And soon enough, centered in the middle, there will be five stars that shine the brightest, even if they weren’t shown in the book. They’ll be their own little stars, shining just for them, and brighter than any one seen in the desert.

#killjoys mcm #killjoys #true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days #mcr #my writing #ttlotfk #tlotfk #this is so nice <3 #literally can never write fluff or nice things #and no this isn't long or good but i'm proud :'')#the analog kid #starman

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glitching-desert-snake · 3 years

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“Last time I ask you for a favor!” with some venom sibs! :^)

It 'tis done! 3k worth of venom siblings and some lovely StarParty for ya. Hope you like it!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31265705

(appologies if the read more doesn't work smh)

:readmore:

"Order up! Can we get two blue plates and a Destroya special, hold the cactus!" Party called from the booth they're waiting to Ghoul and Kobra in the kitchen.

"On it!" Ghoul called back.

"Hey," a voice said from behind them, tapping them on the shoulder. Poison turned around to see Jet Star and their cheeks flush.

"Did you um need something Star?" They asked

"It's noon so Venom's are off, I can take it from here."

"Right" They hand him their notepad and pen, "Oh the girls over there want just one milkshake to share so make sure Ghoul puts extra in it."

"Got it, have a nice break." Jet smiled and they try not to beam right back, a small wave and they are hanging up their apron and heading outside.

"Heyy, Party Poison." A killjoy was at their heels as soon as they exit the swinging doors.

"And who might you be?" They pause and lean on one leg as the 'joy caught up to them.

"The name's Band Saw, and well- you don't happen to like roller skating do you?" It took Party a moment to hide their curiosity. They didn't care for tricks or anything but you could find them rolling around. Not like Show Pony who was on quads 24/7. But they did know a certain blue haired someone who was dying to learn to skate.

"Say I did,"

"Well would'jya maybe want to come with me to the rink party Pony's holding this weekend?" Party Poison looked up with intrigue but quickly hid it with a long eyeroll, "I would sooner go with you than get my finger stuck in a band saw." The joy recoiled and took a deep sigh, "Oh ok um, nevermind then." they scurried off. Poison felt a twinge of regret but then happily didn't as they looked up to see Kobra Kid leaning on the back wall smirking.

"Don't they know the first rule of The Diner is no flirting with the waitstaff." He chuckled, "I made the rule to get rid of goonies like that."

"Eh, they technically weren't in The Diner when they asked." They noted as the two walked out to the fields.

"I guess. Here, slap up the sun's nice today." Kobra handed them some sunscreen and went to find a spot in the dry grasses to lie down. "Ghoul said Helibomb is going to come by on Sunday to see about the warm water not working."

"Oh the gal who wears heelys everywhere? I didn't realize she did more than just well work."

"Yep, they say she can even roll on her heelys up hill."

"Seems like just a frequency static rumor to me."

"If it's true then I'm taking one from her book for my bike. I don't care if it's magic or what, I want a piece."

"I'm sure you do. Hey Kobra, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Did you hear about Show Pony's gig this weekend?"

"The partner skate? Sure I have, but I'm not planning on going on account of too many love birds in one flock."

Party swallowed and went red even though they knew better.

"Well duh, I know you're not going. That'd be like me walking into the bathrooms at Hyperthrust during a party." They both laughed and fake gagged.

"But man, for all that I'm supposedly talk of the town, apparently I'm also the last to hear about major events." They threw up their hands. "Anyways, think you could be a messenger pigeon?"

Kobra grinned, "Party,"

"Look- I can't go asking myself, I have an image to uphold!"

"A damn bitchy one" Kobra quipped, chewing his lip. "But no, I get it. Who's the lucky 'joy?" he looked sharply into Party's eyes and they quickly looked down.

"You're going to hate me for this." They said with a flush creeping onto their cheeks.

"I'm not gonna be mad Pois, you know that." he said, hugging his knees and looking at them.

"It's Jet Star." They say with a gulp.

"Party fuckin Poison, what to say." Kobra was grinning and shaking his head as he spoke in a sing song drawl, "You pick good ones. Aesthetics? Top game."

"Shut up!" Poison giggles

"And yes, of course I can do the honors for you- but it better be at The Nest because we all remember the last time drama happened while at work."

"Yeah, bacon and avocado do not belong on the ceiling." Party shook their head and smiled. Their face is still hot but they stand up and shake twigs from their jacket. "Thank you for this, Kid, really."

"Oh I wasn't done-" Kobra said, standing up and pointing a finger at them. "Because I want a favor in return."

"Alright shoot,"

"I don't know what it is yet," he said as they began "It all depends how much of a chaotic disaster the ask winds up being." He laughed and the sun glinted on his braces.

"Of course," Party said with a chuckle but they can't help their mind racing with every dismal possibly that could happen.

"So we only sold five milkshakes today on account of the machine breaking, big deal! Helibomb is coming Sunday afternoon, don't stress it Ghoul." Jet was leaning on the table and poking through music to put on.

"You know they're are biggest seller when it's hot out." Ghoul reasoned as he reached for a brush from the couch and worked on undoing his braids.

"Pst, Poison get over here." Kobra tapped his sibling on the shoulder. "I'm not being your wingman if you're just going to hide in the kitchen." Poison gulped and reluctantly drifted into the living room and stuck to the side of the wall. Kobra looked back at them and smiled and then walked over to Jet who was putting Earthling into the cassette player.

"Hey Jet, I've got a proposition for ya." Kobra grins as Little Wonder came on intermixed with static.

"Oh yeah?" Jet tucked a curl behind his ear. Party cringed at The Kid being so formal but couldn't look away.

"Party Poison here wants to go to the skate party at Pony's rink tomorrow night. And they want to know, if you'd do them the honors of being their date." Kobra put his hands in the pockets of his jacket and rests a contented look on his face. Jet for his part looked astonished.

"Really?" He asked, with a smile creeping over his face, looking from Kobra to Party and back.

"Yeah- but like, only if you want." Party said. They got themself off the wall and managed to stay standing despite harboring no trust in their legs to function.

"No I'd like that, sound's rad. It's just- man I don't even know how to roller skate."

"Oh"

"But I'd love it if you showed me how." Jet finished and Party beamed

"Hey you should pick some skates from the shoe pile, I think TCM dropped off some that might fit you."

"Oh yeah!" Jet bobbed his head and smiled.

He left to the nest and Party followed after him but not before siding up next to Kobra to mutter, "Thank you," with a breathy sigh.

"'Course" The Kid chuckled, "But remember, you owe me."

"Yeah yeah." Poison smiled as they exchanged their secret hand shake. Poison bounded down the hallway after Jet.

"Hi." Star said, quickly turning around. He brushed his hair back for like the fifth time that day and Poison couldn't help but notice all the freckles that had come out from being in the sun on the walk home from The Diner where Kobra's whispered heckling and teasing just made Party more giddy than they already were.

"Hi" They repeated. They knew enough to not think that something like What's your shoe size? was a deemable conversation but were lost of what to say instead.

"Did you really mean me?" Jet was asking.

"What?" Poison looks at him with concern as they pull out the pile of shoes and start handing skates to Jet.

"I mean like, you really want to go on a date date with me, not just like as friends?"

"I- yes." they swallow and look away, "Jet if you don't want to go that's fine. Just tell me now so I can sort out my feelings in peace."

"What? No no I'm not breaking up with you- I mean I'm not- I'm pastel for you too, Party." It's Jet's turn to look away but Poison drops a skate in their lap to stare at him. "I didn't think you felt any way for me, I mean you're Party 'I insult everyone' Poison, I never thought you'd like someone like-"

"I don't insult every one." They interject with a sigh. "You and Kobra both on top of me over this." They shake their head, Ghoul understood the need to cover everything up and keep things safe with a shell of spite but Kobra and Jet would just zip shut over anything touchy. Well, or punch your lights out if it was Jet.

"Wait a minute, what were you going to say?"

Jet turned slightly towards them, "I didn't think you'd like someone all well, quiet n' stuff. Man, I come home from work and then just work on my bots whiles you off partying the lights away."

"Pff Star, you think I go to parties to pick up 'joys to date?"

"I mean, yeah?" Jet looks at them confused as he puts on another skate, "Think these fit." he said absent mindedly, still looking intently at Party.

"Star, I go to parties for the music, for the friends, and yeah maybe sometimes to blow off some adrenaline without a raygun, but I-" they stuck out their tongue slightly as they slipped the lace into an eyelet, I don't take people home from parties and I'd never fuck anyone, ever they want to say but instead just mutter, "I don't go to the club for crushes. And besides, I didn't think you liked me. Whyd'ja think I sent The Kid to ask for me."

"Party what do you mean! How could I not be pastel for your smiles and when you wear tank tops while tagging up the radio station, or skirts out to parties, and the way you get all nervous before reading."

"Okay now that's just not fair. You're so cute when you're covered in motor oil and showing me your bots, not to mention how sharp of a shot you are both at darts and dracs. But also you know you make the best milkshakes this side of the radiation pools."

"Stoop now you makin me all melted." Star shoves them and laughs,

"Not before you did!" Party retorts and they dissolve into a fit of laughter.

The following night Party and Jet rode down to the rink. The lights were bright and the pizza was pretty shitty but it was ok. Jet told them about his plans to try to make a drone while Party tied his skates for him. They stepped out on the rink and skated in a small circle then rolled back to the edge where Jet was still standing on the carpet. On other days they would stare at the black and bright colored carpet wanting to look like it but they knew Jet was just scared.

"If you fall, I've got you." They whispered in his ear and he looked up. Poison hadn't seen Star actually scared, not since ray blasts streaked the sky. He stepped onto the rink and diligently kept his feet exactly parallel.

"Here see, you skate like this." Party kicked off and skated a few feet, then turned and slid back to Jet.

"Here goes nothing." Star said and tried to put his feet into a V like theirs. He started to pick up his foot but fell off-balanced onto Party who hit the rink on their wrist guard. Star was mortified but his body was so close, Party reminded themself to breathe. They ran their hand along his arm.

"Hi" they breathed

"I suck at this for real." Jet groaned and then took their hand. Party got onto their feet and pulled Jet up to standing.

They spent most of the night very close to the nice friendly padded wall. Party showed Jet how to get comfortable on his skates and every once in a while left him on the shore of the rink to practice a spin or skating backwards.

"Now you're just showing off." Jet laughed as Party vogued to the song playing.

"C'mon you can at least do this." They insisted and rolled their wrist against their neck. Jet was much better at voguing than skating, shaping his face square and sweeping circles in the air. Party watched with a quiet smile intently trained on Jet, watching him slowly get more confident until the fear from the beginning of the night melted away.

Eventually Jet did manage to skate without holding onto anything, only to realize he didn't know how to stop. Veering towards Party, he pressed them up to the wall. Poison just laughed.

"Can I kiss you Star?" Party asked

"Only if you show me how to stop after." Jet smiled and Party pressed a kiss to his cheek. Jet held onto the wall as Party kicked off into a simple forwards skate.

"Point your toes and bring your legs together." Party half shouts over the music. Jet takes a couple of tries but eventually gets the hang of it. He skates up to Party and stops right in front of them. They hold his hands and he kisses them. Poison flips up to stand on their heel stops and leans into him. When they finish skating Jet's legs are shaking. He thinks it's on account of it being his first time skating. Party can't tell if it's from skating or being on a date with Jet. But really it's all three mixed into a wavering walk home bubbling with laughter and then dying down to quiet murmurs on the wind.

"So, what's your revenge against my innocent little ask?" Party said with their hand on their hips and a sarcastic lilt in their voice.

"You know how little Mr. Tommy Chow Mein's got that one spot on the back shelf that damn no body supposed to touch?"

"Oh noo, what about it."

"Well, I've been peeping this helmet he's got up there, right? And I think it'd be perfect to go with my wheels now that I have some races under my belt as Lucky No. 27 this dinky BLI helmet got nothing on the other guys. I want you, with all that charisma you got packed away in there, to get it in my hands."

"Oh come on Kid, it's TCM! I can't just walk up to our used-to-be-dad and ask him to sell me contra!"

"It's not actually contraband though, red." Jet Star chimes in from where he's listening bemusedly to the venom siblings. "Hand me a hair tie would you Ghoul?" he asks Ghoul, who's patiently getting his hair braided by Jet.

"I got 50 carbons you can use for bartering."

"Oh sure that'll help but it's still the no sells shelf. And TCM isn't pastel for you like Mx. Propulsion here." Ghoul said with a smirk and Jet flicks hair in his face.

"Alright alright, I'll try but no promises alright Kobra."

"What? Just try, that's BS."

"Hey I didn't know if I'd be getting a joyfriend or not out of your favor, I don't know if you'll be off with a helmet or not."

"Fine." Kobra said in a drawn out whine.

Poison grabbed the ring of carbons and Ghoul tossed Jet the keys to the Trans Am.

"You're coming too?" Party asks as Jet leaves with them

"You know I want to see how this plays out." He said with a laugh and Party rolls their eyes.

"Make sure they're putting in effort, I want that helmet next sunrise race!" Kobra called as they left.

"Heyy Tommy C! How's it hanging?" Party said

"It's hanging like a plastic bag in a 'crow's nest- what do you want Party?" Tommy shuts off whatever audio drama he'd been listening to and leaned on the counter looking down at Party.

"Jus' wanna talk, that so bad?" Tommy just rolled his eyes.

"Look are you buying something or just here to make me change the station. I've heard enough of your rants, I'm not turning on the radio my books are just fine."

"So listen, I was just wondering about that helmet you got over there. It's pretty bonus track and a uh, associate of mine was looking into it."

"This is not the helmet you're looking for." TCM said and a wave of calm washed over Party. They were immediately confused, they were never this calm. There was something they needed but it wasn't here. Wait of course it was. Jet wouldn't be standing in the corner watching the whole scene amused if it hadn't been for Kobra. What was it about Kobra? He wanted the helmet right. It took half of Party's effort just to remember this but then he was at it again.

"Where'd you get it anyways?"

"A long time ago. It's very old, your sibling doesn't want it."

"Oh yeah?" That pang hit their thoughts again but they kept going. "Where'd you get it?"

"No where near here, a galaxy far far away, you could say."

"Well look, since you already know it's The Kid who's trying to get his hands on it what do you even have against him?'

"Yeah, Jet pipes up- me and Ghoul were the ones always pulling pranks on you. He didn't do nothing to you."

"Let me do this, it's not your trade." Party said, putting their hand on Jet's chest.

"Fine." Jet sighed and went back to browsing the zine rack.

"The Kobra Kid can't have my helmet, and no one else can either."

"Ok but what if I gave you 50 Cs?" Party asked, stifling the blow to their train of thought.

"Agh! Why don't these work on you rascal?" Tommy threw down his sunglasses in annoyance. "Fine you want to know about this helmet. I got this helmet pod racing until my rival decided to blow out my hyperdrive frequency and led me to crash land by ship on this measly planet. And then what? Jammed radios from a certain somebody meant I couldn't fly anymore. Set up shop instead, an the rest's history.

"But you know what? If it's useless to me, it's just as useless to you and yours." Tommy sighed and took the carabiners of 25 carbons each and slid them onto the rods in his cash register and begrudgingly passed the helmet down to Party.

"Kobra! We're home!"

"Did they get my helmet?" Kobra asks as he runs into the nest.

"Sure did! Diligently and without help from yours truly." Jet reported back and kissed Party quickly on the cheek to the return of a grin on their face.

Kobra ran over and took the helmet from Poison and immediately put it on.

"Uh Party?" He waved his arms around

"Do you like it?"

"Pois, I can't see a thing." Kobra took the helmet back off and examined the front, realizing that not only was GOOD LUCK painted across the entire screen but the inside was also painted black.

"What the-" Party grabbed it from him and put it on, only to find completely darkness and if they crossed their eyes, a bit of shine to the paint.

"Man you get a joyfriend and I get a fuckin useless helmet!? Last time I ask you for a favor!" He pouces onto Poison and they topple onto the couch, wrestling each other until it dissolves into a pillow fight.

#snake writes #this was so fun to write #ask to tag #jet star #party poison #kobra kid #ttlotfk #ttlofk #danger days #starparty #jetpoison #answered aks

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luckycharmdust · 3 years

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1 or 17 for sandkid!!

ahhh thank you for this ask i ended up doing both!

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29127885/chapters/73385400

writing below the cut

Kobra and Sandman met at the crashtrack. Both were racers- motorbabies born from metal and gasoline, raised on speed and scraped knees. They were each other’s biggest competition, fighting tooth and nail for the top spot on the leaderboard. Sandman raced like it was a game; he messed around, threw out playful insults left and right, but always played three steps ahead. He was clever and manipulative and wasn’t above sabotaging his opponents. Kobra, on the other hand, raced like their life depended on it. City born and raised to be an exterminator, Kobra focused on the finish line like it was the only thing that mattered, using speed and speed only. They weren’t afraid of pushing their bike to the limit, and they weren’t afraid of crashing at a speed that high. The two were opposites on the racetrack, and opposites outside of it, too. They should be enemies. In fact, the Phoenix Witch herself decreed that they would be. But the two of them had a way of rewriting fate.

“I didn’t know you could sing.”

Sandman looked up, his untied shoelace and quiet song forgotten as his long-time rival and favorite person walked into the garage: the Kobra Kid. “I- I can’t,” he stuttered, tripping over his words as he felt his face heat up. “How’d you find me?”

Kobra laughed; a gentle sound, unlike the harsh laughter they usually reserved for Sandman after they had beaten him in a race. “You’re not the only one trying to escape the crowds.”

Sandman sighed as Kobra sat down next to him between two motorbikes, leaning back against the wall. “You’d think we would’ve gotten used to it by now. The crowds, I mean.”

“I thought you liked the fame.”

“I like being famous. I like being recognized at a club, or a gas station, by killjoys who have never even been to Zone 4. I could do without the cheering and applause and loud noises.”

Kobra fiddled with the bracelets around their wrists, ones made of the soda pop-tops they had won from racing. “I like the track, and my bike, and the noise the wind makes against your ears when you hit 200 mph. We should race alone sometime, just you and me and no one watching from the sidelines.”

Sandman opened his mouth, but he couldn’t seem to find the words he was looking for, the ones to say “I’d like that very much. I like you very much”. Instead, he was reduced to a fumbling mess as his cheeks turned red.

Luckily, Kobra wasn’t the type to wait for an answer any longer than they had to. “What were you singing?”

It took a moment for Sandman to realize that the question wasn’t patronizing, but genuine. “Um, it’s an unnamed demo by The Love You Long Times. The band wanted to release it on their upcoming album “Zone Seven NoWhere”, but they played it live once and couldn’t even finish the song. It was too sad, rumor has it the Phoenix Witch cried and they had to stop before she flooded the desert. Sorry, I, uh, know you didn’t ask for all that."

Sandman snuck a glance at Kobra, expecting to see them bored and looking for an escape, but they were listening intently, making eye contact as they asked, “Can you sing it again for me? I think your voice is pretty.”

“I- um, can I take a rain check on that?”

Kobra smiled. It was small and tight-lipped, but it was genuine and that was more than Sandman had seen before. They stood up and held out a hand to Sandman to help him up. “If I win the race tonight, will you sing for me?”

“What do I get if I win?” Sandman took Kobra’s outstretched hand and they pulled him to his feet, the two ending up with their noses almost pressed together.

He could feel Kobra’s breath on his face as they said, “If you win, you get to kiss me.”

Sandman’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Can’t I just kiss you now?”

Kobra’s eyes flickered down to Sandman’s lips, if only briefly. “Okay.”

The sound of the garage door opening sent Kobra two steps back and Sandman stumbling forward, barely catching himself. “The race starts in five minutes. Better get out there,” Ghoul called to the two motorbabies. Xe was working bike maintenance at the track today and didn’t know how to keep xir nose in xir own business.

Kobra snuck a quick kiss to Sandman’s cheek when Ghoul turned, and in a low voice mumbled, “See you after the race, Sandy?”

“Mhm,” Sandman hummed in response before dawning his racing persona. “But I’m gonna kick your ass out there first.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Kobra let Sandman win. They let off their throttle at the last second, sending Sandman racing past them into first place. What can they say, they really wanted that kiss.

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agentcherricola · 3 years

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me and you (setting in a honeymoon)

wrote a little SandKid thing, the boys talk about weddings. just like, a little over 1k words of fluff. warnings for vague mentions of bad parents. pls enjoy! :^)

Kobra Kid rolled off of Sandman, half-naked and breathless, and flopped down onto the ground next to him. The two laid together, quietly catching their breaths and staring up at the ceiling of the Suiteheart’s “living room”. They hadn’t even made it to Sandman’s room when they’d crashed in through the front door just minutes ago, locked together with mouths and teeth and wandering hands. Kobra had all but thrown Sandman onto the floor and climbed on him eagerly, and Sandman removed just enough of their clothing to get the job done. Now, Kobra groped blindly around for where he might have thrown his underwear. Not finding it right away, he sat up to look around.

“Hey, Kobra?” he heard from the floor next to him.

“Yeah?” Sandman cleared his throat.

“D’ya ever think about getting married?” he asked, simply. Kobra gave a little chuckle as he stood. He grabbed his briefs from where they’d been flung across the room and slipped them on.

“Sure, once or twice, why?” When he turned back, Sandman was looking directly at him. They were both quiet. “Oh. You mean uh...us?” Sandman didn’t blink, Kobra didn’t think he was even breathing. “Dick really that bomb, huh?” he joked, suddenly extremely aware of how awkward he felt. But Sandman didn’t laugh in return, he just sat up.

“I just mean, like, in general, I guess,” Sandman said. He busied himself with zipping up his jeans and picking up his shirt where it was draped over the single couch. Kobra stood where he was and just watched him. “I don’t know, it was stupid to bring it up.”

“No, Sandy, I didn’t...are you really being serious?” When he didn’t look back up, Kobra finally crossed the room and crouched next to him. “Hey. Look at me.” He tilted Sandman’s face towards him with a gentle hand under the chin. Sandman reached up with his own hand and took hold of Kobra’s, kissing his palm.

“I’m not like, tryin’ to propose to you right now or anythin’, but...we ain’t living forever. It’s just somethin’ I was thinkin’ about. I really love you, Kobra,” he said quietly. Kobra gently brushed a lock of hair off Sandman’s forehead.

“I love you too, Sandy,” he replied. They both shared a soft smile. Kobra quickly nudged Sandman’s arms out of the way and straddled his lap. He draped both arms over Sandman’s shoulders and absently played with some of the hair at the nape of his neck. “I dunno...I mean I guess when I was still livin’ in the city I thought about gettin’ married. But when me an’ Poison an’ Ghoul left...I kinda didn’t even think we’d make it to 21,” he said absently, eyes softly focused on the collar of his boyfriend’s shirt. He breathed a little laugh. Sandman wrapped his own arms around Kobra’s waist, gently running his nails up and down his back. Kobra closed his eyes, hummed, and leaned into the touch.

“Well you made it a little past that, so congrats,” Sandman laughed. He went quiet again for a moment, just watching Kobra’s softly pleased face. “I’ve seen a bunch of weddings out here. I dunno what they were like in the city, but desert weddings are...well they’re something else. There’s like, never any fighting that day, and the weather is always perfect somehow. The two or three ‘joys gettin’ married get up in front of all their friends and give their vows, and then they exchange trinkets. Like a bracelet or an earring or a necklace or somethin’, just somethin’ made with their beloveds in mind that they can wear with them forever. And then, yeah, of course there’s a big party afterwards. Yeah. It’s sweet,” he explained. At some point, Kobra had let his eyes gently flutter open to watch the dreamy look in Sandman’s eyes.

“...The day’s always perfect?” Kobra eventually asked. Sandman blinked and looked at him.

“Yeah. I’ve been to a bunch of weddings and I’ve never seen one where it wasn’t a beautiful day with no Dracs, no in-fighting, no acid rain, nothin’.” Kobra tilted his head, thoughtful.

“City weddings are kinda like that, I guess. But everyone’s gotta dress up fancy and sit quietly in a big church for like...hours. There’s parties afterwards, too, but there’s all kinds ‘a stuff that the brides an’ grooms ‘have to’ do, and everyone else has to watch. Plus, it’s like, thousands of carbons an’ people judge you if you don’t spend enough. I thought it was kinda dumb,” he explained. “I thought if I got married when I was older I wouldn’t do any of that boring shit. It would just be me an’ whoever I was marrying, and I guess some of my friends and Poison could be there...and we’d, I dunno, sign our contract and spend the rest of the day getting smashed and havin’ sex with my husband.” Sandman laughed again, wrapping his arms tighter around Kobra’s waist.

“Oh, there’s plenty of that last part, too, at desert weddings,” he said. But he paused, tilting his head in confusion. “Did you say sign a contract?”

“Yep. To make sure you don’t fuck each other over when you start hatin’ each other, I guess,” Kobra said with a nod. Sandman furrowed his brow.

“That sucks. Ain’t it about love?” That really made Kobra think. He thought about his parents, who would smile at each other and at him but it would never quite reach their eyes. How they would sit next to each other, but never close enough to touch. He didn’t even want to think about Ghoul’s parents, who he’d had the misfortune of meeting once. He’d basically had to hold Poison back from attacking them after seeing how they treated each other and Ghoul. Kobra shook his head.

“Not always. But is anythin’ in the city really about love?” he eventually replied. Sandman’s warm hands tucking under his shirt brough Kobra back to the present. He looked down at Sandman, who was looking up at him with so much adoration it almost made him want to cry. Kobra leaned down and kissed him, sweetly.

“Like I said, it’s just somethin’ I was thinkin’ about. We don’t have to do anything or bring it up again if you don’t wanna. But...I guess you know where I stand,” Sandman said when they broke apart. Even though the room was dark, Kobra could see the blush starting to paint his cheeks. He tapped the tip of Sandman’s nose with one finger, which made them both giggle.

“No, I’m...I’m glad you brought it up. Gives me somethin’ to think about.” Sandman leaned his head forward and rested it on Kobra’s chest. He gave another, fluttery laugh.

“Holy shit, can I just say I am so glad you took that so well...I thought for sure you were gonna leave a Kobra-shaped dust cloud with how fast you’d run outta here.”

“Hey!” Kobra interjected, mock offended. “I am not that scared of commitment…” He paused, just feeling without seeing the skeptical look on Sandman’s face. “I know I didn’t let us be official for uh...a while, but maybe I’ve changed!” Sandman still didn’t say anything, so Kobra started to stand up. But Sandman held fast, quickly grabbing for Kobra’s wrists and wrestling him down onto his back with very little effort. Kobra let himself be pinned to the floor by his wrists and hips. Sandman looked down from straddling his boyfriend with a grin.

“I know, yer soft now. Two or three months ago you wouldn’t ‘a even let me do this,” he teased. Kobra blew a strand of hair out of his eyes.

“Maybe it’s just cuz I like being here. Between your legs.” For emphasis, he bucked his hips up and knocked Sandman forward. They met in the middle with a kiss, but instead of being hot and hard like earlier, this kiss was tender, grinning against each other’s lips. “I do love you, Sandman. You know that, right?” Kobra whispered. Sandman just nodded.

“Yeah, I know. I love you, too.”

#killjoys blogging #mr. sandman #kobra kid #sandkid #america's suitehearts #tlotfk #danger days #wake up babe i'm posting another fic at an hour where no one is online to read it instead of waiting

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maples-wonderland · 2 months

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I ❤️ kobra kid

#danger days #ttlotfk #ddttlotfk #kobra kid #blorbo #live laugh love kobra kid #kobra kid supremacy

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sleevesareforlosers · 3 years

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THE Kobra Kid *air horn noises* but also Cherri cola *laugh track* (/j /lh)

i misread air horn as clown horn and was so ready to accept that

First impression

okay so honestly in the na na na MV i somehow thought that shiny/murder/whatever magazine kobra reads in the one shot was like. a skin mag and i was like “what the fuck kind of guy is this to be reading porn just like. in broad daylight in front of all of his friends and their child?”

Impression now

hey bro get some fucking coping mechanisms

Favorite moment

(im picking favourite moments from canon bc like. we can all agree those happened so) when he hacks the vending machine and gives the girl a high-five

Idea for a story

something shitty teenager pre-leaving the city where he like. idk does something to ruin a scarecrows day bc hes fourteen and likes causing problems

Unpopular opinion

OH its literally just me and how i interpreted the words but its rlly weird seeing people call him a motorbaby bc in my canon thats got a very different connotation from crash queen and kobra is Not a motorbaby and does Not want to be one

Favorite relationship

him and ghoul is SO peak in all my canons i think <3

Favorite headcanon

BODY MODS!!! i see this every now and then (and i do it too) but just. people giving him piercings and tattoos and i SWEAR i read a split-tongue kobra hc once and i just love them all

for cherri:

First impression

he seems. boring

Impression now

oh he IS boring he’s just also a bastard

Favorite moment

EITHER the ‘256 dracs down’ tweet (idr the exact phrasing) OR the comics panels where he takes the drac masks and prays to the witch while putting them in the mailbox

Idea for a story

everyone lives au where postcomics he runs into like. the fab four again and hes like ‘holy fuck you guys are alive?’ and theyre like ‘wheres your arm and why the fuck do you look like youve been recently run over’

Unpopular opinion

okay this is maybe hm. not unpopular but i think that he had to have had a REALLY strong and close relationship with the fab four to make all the guilt he has in the comics (and the. literal shrines to them) make sense so. i dont rlly get when ppl write him as antagonistic/not close with the four but im not gonna stop anyone ofc!!

Favorite relationship

joy is. is this a question. apart from the obvious i will say that him and the witch has always fascinated me

Favorite headcanon

he can’t see the stars bc his eyes are fucked up from waveriding!

Send a character and I’ll answer these questions abt them!

#ask games #kobra kid #cherri cola #god. realizing i have so many canons that overlap just enough to give me a headache #yikes but also nice @ myself #kastana

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your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag · 9 months

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hi! If you're still interested in doing the touch starved prompts for funkobra, how about "is this okay" "it's more than okay"

nonny, i am TOTALLY still interested in the touch starved prompts for funkobra, thank you for this!!

also this one. got Long. so i posted it on ao3, i'll put a version here under the read more though <3

scar. crossed. lovers.

“Fucking move!”

“Party, get all that shit off the table, we can’t put him on the fuckin’ floor! Jet-”

“Medkit,” she agreed, already running towards the kitchen.

Fun Ghoul gently laid Kobra out onto the table, moving to grab his hand. The crash queen’s knuckles immediately turned white with how hard he was squeezing, nails leaving deep crescents on Ghoul’s skin.

“It’ll be okay Kobes, Jet’ll fix you up fine.” He takes his other hand and starts carding through Kobra’s hair, brushing sand and dried blood out. “I promise, it’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

With a loud clunk, Jet was back, throwing the medkit down onto the table near Kobra’s leg. She worked quickly, pulling out gauze and bandages and scissors and- fuck, why did she need a needle.

Kobra hated needles.

Ghoul tried to distract him from it, continuing to whisper reassurances while Jet attempted to pull up Kobra’s shirt. Sticky blood had almost fused it to the wound, and when she pulled, a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the diner.

Ghoul had never really understood why it was called ‘bloodcurdling,’ but Witch, if he had to hear another noise like that out of Kobra, he thinks he’d start sobbing on the spot. Kobra shouldn’t have to be in pain. Ever.

The Kid was now twisting away from Jet’s arm, curling in on himself with another choked gasp.

“Kobra! Kobra, you gotta stay still. You gotta lie still, else Jet can’t fix it.”

“Hurts- hu-hurts so… much. Ghoul it. It h-hurts.”

Ghoul moved his free hand to Kobra’s cheek, holding his gaze as Jet made another pull at the bloody tank. “I know. I know it hurts, love, but you just gotta hang on.”

Jet finally got the shirt, tearing another sickening moan out of Kobra. Tear tracks stained his face, and his jaw was clenched so tight Ghoul was scared he’d never open it again. “Ghoul, talk- shit- talk to me. P-please. About- WITCH- about anything.”

Jet was cleaning the wound, the burning smell of rubbing alcohol filling the diner.

“Uh, okay, um, I- I got the part I needed for your bike today. New converter. She’s gonna- she’s gonna run so fast after this Kobes. And-”

“MmmmmMMMMMMM!!!!! FUCK, GHOUL!” Kobra sank his teeth down into his lip, hard. Blood drew instantly, pricking at the holes made by his canines. They were so fucking sharp.

“I know, I know, I know, you’re okay, you’re fine, it’s okay. Oh- Shit- Wait, Kobes don’t do that, here, bite down on this.” Ghoul pulls a wooden spatula from out of the cupboard behind him, wincing as Kobra takes it into his mouth, bite marks already scraping into it. “Girlie started learning to shoot the other day! Me ‘n Pois were teachin’ her, she’s a natural,” Ghoul yells, squeezing Kobra’s hand tighter. “Already better than you.”

This elicits a laugh from Kobra, but it doesn’t last long. Jet weaves the needle into the skin of Kobra’s open wound, wincing at the muffled scream she caused. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Mm don’t like needles! Ghoul, Ghoul I do-don’t like… don’t- needles. Mmm- don’t like them!” Kobra whines, voice rising with his panic. It was still muted by the spatula.

“Breathe, baby. Breathe with me.” The Kid was shaking now, free hand gripping the edge of the table so he didn’t move. Much. “In. And out. C’mon Kobes, you can do it.”

“In.. in and ou’… In and ou’.”

“That’s it, you’re fine. Star’s almos’ done, it’s nearly over.”

Jet finally pulls the last stitch through, sealing up the wound with a neat snip, and leaving the diner quiet but for the sounds of Kobra’s wobbly breaths.

“You do the bandages, Ghoul. It’s better you than me.”

Ghoul nods, pulling the medkit closer to him on the benchtop and watching as Jet retreats to her and Party’s room. They both knew that she was best at doctor-y stuff, and it wasn’t anything against Jet, but… it was Kobra. And it was Ghoul. Kobra’d feel safer with him. He didn’t do well with letting people see him vulnerable.

Moving back to the table, Ghoul helps Kobra sit up, watching softly as he dangles his legs off the edge and a tuft of hair swoops over his eye. The way he moves is so… uniquely him.

Shaking out of it, Ghoul steps into the gap between Kobra’s knees, bandages in hand. The latter smiles, tiredly, but he still smiles. Kobra’s smile was funny, you’d miss it if you didn’t know what to look for. His mouth scrunches up at the left corner, eyebrows raise a touch. That was all. It took a lot to get him to smile with teeth, Ghoul had only ever seen it twice. The time that Party had fallen into a red ant nest [it was hilarious, okay? They’d screamed loud enough for all of Zone 6 to hear.] and when The Girl had said her first word. It had been Kobra. That was also the first time Ghoul had seen Kobra cry.

“I need your shirt off for this, ‘kay?”

Kobra nods, leaning back a little to pull the yellow- well, red now, he guesses- tank over his head.

“Binder too.”

Kobra’s eyes widen slightly, but he complies without a word, dropping the piece of silky fabric next to his shirt on the bench. Okay. Medical- medical stuff. Okay.

Ghoul leans into Kobra’s space, passing the gauze around his torso. His breath is warm on the cold skin of Kobra’s stomach, sending shivers up his spine. He carefully keeps his eyes averted, fixated on the wound. Jet really was a magician. An hour ago, he thought Kobra might’ve died. Now, it was nothing but a line of stitches. A pretty nasty line of stitches, hey, but not too bad.

After a while, the wound was nicely wrapped, leaving Ghoul staring up at Kobra, still settled between his legs, far too close for comfort.

“A-all done,” he croaks, moving to pull back, give The Kid some space.

Until hands land on either side of his shoulders, keeping him in place.

Kobra swallows hard, throat bobbing. “Can you… can you stay? I- I don’t think I can be alone tonight.”

A beat passes, Ghoul staying quiet. It was more out of shock than rejection, but Kobra didn’t seem to get that.

“Sorry, that was dumb. I’ll- I’ll be fine. I can just-“

Ghoul pushes up onto his tiptoes, lips brushing against Kobra’s forehead softly. The taste of ethanol danced across his lips, left over from where Jet cleaned the blood from his skin.

“I can stay with you. D’ya just wanna go to a booth, or your room?”

Pink dusted across Kobra’s cheeks, lighting up the litter of freckles there in such a pretty way. You usually couldn’t see them.

“Uh- b-booth, I don’t think I can. Make it… to my room,” Kobra murmured.

Ghoul nods, slipping an arm around Kobra’s waist and lifting him down off the table. Kobra sucks in a sharp breath at the sudden contact.

“Sh-shit, I’m sorry, I should’ve given you more warning. Was that- are you okay?”

Kobra winces, leaning against the bench. “It’s okay, you didn’t touch the wound or anything, your hand was just cold,” he smiled ruefully. That wasn’t the reason and Kobra knew it.

At Ghoul’s silence, clearly embarrassed, Kobra reaches over and gently grabs his hand, squeezing it before pulling Ghoul’s arm back to his waist.

Slowly, the two make their way over to a booth, Ghoul propping Kobra up by an arm around the waist and Kobra’s around his shoulder.

Sinking into the soft vinyl of the diner booths, Kobra slowly pivots so he’s lying down in Ghoul’s lap. He stares up at the boy, every muscle tense, in consciousness of their proximity. Kobra and Ghoul had always been touchy feely, all the ‘joys were, but never like this. Never soft and quiet and alone.

Ghoul breaks eye contact, breath shaky, and reaches over the side of the counter. He produces a fuzzy blanket, made of green and black fabric. After a second, warmth envelops Kobra, the blanket tucked around his shoulders.

“D’you wanna try an’ get to sleep?” he whispers, hand coming up to cradle Kobra’s head.

“Can you just… stay with me? I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep tonight to be honest.”

Ghoul started carding through Kobra’s bleached-blonde hair again, leaning down to speak into his ear. “Sure. We can do that.”

At the puff of hot air against his ear, Kobra turns red. “Uh- I…”

Ghoul’s lips were still ghosting over the side of Kobra’s head, letting him feel the words that the former said before he heard them.

“I thought we lost you.”

Oh.

“I-I’m still here. I’m okay,” Kobra stammered, eyes widening. It was the feeling of someone lov- liking you enough to care if you were gone, to worry, to panic, that felt so strange to Kobra. He supposes Party had always cared, but this felt different. Ghoul had a choice, a way out. He didn’t have to. “I’m still here.”

“Yeah. You are.”

Ghoul sat back up, slipping a hand to Kobra’s stomach, sliding it over slowly and stopping just before he got to the wound dressing. “How does it feel now?”

God. Shit. Fuck. Kobra couldn’t breathe. His heart was beating out of his chest, and surely Ghoul could feel it, could see his cheeks flushing, could hear the notch in his breath. Kobra was lying in his lap for Witch’s sake. There’s no fucking way he could be subtle now. “I-It’s- okay- I think.” He tilts his head up backwards, looking up at Ghoul with wide eyes.

He smiles. “Kobes, is it really, or are you just saying that because you don’t want people worrying about you?”

Fuck. How did he always do that? Know what Kobra was thinking so easily, without him having to say anything.

How did Ghoul know Kobra better than he knew himself?

“… the second one.”

“Thought so.” Ghoul’s voice held no accusation, just a gentle smile and a touch of concern. “Can I…”

Ghoul’s hand slips lower, gently pressing down on the line of stitches he knew was hidden under all that gauze.

The pressure felt good, compressing the wound right where it needed to be, but his brain didn’t. What the fuck what he supposed to do about this?! Kobra was actually literally short circuiting.

“How’s that?” Ghoul whispers, leaning over so his eyes meet Kobra’s.

“F-feels better. When you, uh- put p-pressure.”

“Shiny.”

Ghoul pauses for a second, before bending down and pressing a kiss to the area of Kobra’s stomach that was injured. His hair was soft, brushing gently over Kobra’s skin.

Fuck. Kobra’s hips stutter, mouth suddenly bone dry. Fuck. Fuck, he couldn’t hold himself together.

“Wh-what are you- wh- why-” Words here please!

“Is this okay?” Ghoul’s voice was devastatingly low now. It was all Kobra could do to not stick his tongue down his throat right then and there.

“I- y-yeah. It’s- It’s fine. More than f-fine. ”

Ghoul finds other scars, some new and tender, some from years ago, some big, some small, and presses his lips flush to all of them. The jagged line above Kobra’s bellybutton where he’d gotten stabbed two months ago. The perfect circle under his ribcage where Party had burned him when they were nine. The rough blob in the middle of his shoulder, from when he got shot on his first run after escaping the city.

The scar tissue running all the way up Kobra’s neck.

His crooked nose.

The thin slit under his eye.

Ghoul stills, lips hovering over Kobra’s, specifically the bloody cracks in them from where his canines catch on the skin. They breathe the same air for a long moment, eyes fixed on each other’s. This was something they couldn’t come back from. This wasn’t joking around, or annoying each other, or comfort after an injury anymore. This was real.

Kobra didn’t care. He tilts up the last inch, fitting his mouth to Ghoul’s gently. Gently. Soft, and quiet, and chaste. Everything they usually weren’t. It was funny how two batshit crazy motherfuckers could balance eachother out so perfectly.

Kobra licks deeper into Ghoul’s mouth, pulling a muted whine from him that sets them both on fire, suddenly pressing for more and more and more. Ghoul hooks his arms under Kobra’s thighs and pulls him up so they’re facing each other properly, Kobra’s knees bracketing Ghoul’s hips.

What feels like forever passes, a scattered twenty minutes of bitten lips and teeth getting licked and hickeys on necks. Kobra finally pulls back, licking his spit slicked lips. He doesn’t go far though, pressing his sweaty forehead to Ghoul’s.

“Was that…” His voice was barely audible, words getting almost lost in the space between their lips. “Was that okay?”

Ghoul grins, scrunching his nose like he does when he’s really happy. “Okay? That was fuckin’ fantastic, Kobes. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

“I might have… some idea.”

Ghoul drops a quick kiss to the corner of Kobra’s mouth, pointedly ignoring the blush spreading across his cheeks. Witch, his freckles are pretty. He lays his head on Kobra’s shoulder, slipping arms around his waist and closing his eyes when Kobra tangles a hand through his hair.

“So- Ghoulie?”

“Yeah?”

“What… what does this… mean?”

Ghoul lifts his head back up, cupping Kobra’s face in his hands. “This means whatever you want it to mean, mi cielo.”

My heaven.

“Okay.”

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The stars still shine as bright

So, @ordinary-dust happy fucking birthday! Since I can't give you a gift irl I wanted to at least write or draw something for you and well why not both actually. I love you and here have this Kobrastar so that you don't have to create all the content for this ship yourself as you said XD

It isn't easy to be brought back into a world that is nothing like the one you left twelve years ago but in the end it doesn't seem as hopeless when you have your partner by your side.

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warnings: death mention

Kobra wiped his hands to get rid of the grease and dust, there was something wrong with 27 and he, for the love of the Witch, couldn’t figure out what. He checked and took apart everything at least twice looking for broken gearing, corroded parts, exchanged all the belts and hoses and just couldn’t find what’s bothering his bike so much. Everything seemed in perfect condition yet she always whined and growled in a way that made Kobra’s soul ache when he tried starting her and his inability to fix it was driving him crazy.

The twelve years of standing under a sheet, getting dusted on, uncared for, becoming another ghost of the past really took a toll on her, it was wonder no one stole her, actually. He could probably thank Cherri or Dr. D for that, he was a legend in the zones of course, but when you’re a killjoy there’s no respect for your things after you die, someone needs them more and there’s no arguing with that so no matter how great The Fabulous Killjoys were none of their stuff would be left if it wasn’t for the radio crew.

It was weird to wake up into a world without them, Kobra knew them since his first day in the zones, he couldn’t imagine the desert without Dr Death’s broadcast blasting from the radio on long rides, without Cherri stopping by to brag about another clap he barely made it out of alive or without Newsie’s familiar laugh on the waves. But it’d been three months and they were really gone. And so was BL/Ind. It didn’t feel right, it was all they fought for, all they died for but it just didn’t feel right. The Girl did defeat them and now that there was no revolution, there was no need for four mismatched teens who knew nothing than running on gasoline and gunpowder, there was no place for them anymore, they were out of their time, imprints of the past somehow brought back, lost and trying to find their place in the world they didn’t know and that didn’t need them. They couldn’t go back to their old lives, there were no old lives to go back to after all, but they couldn’t go back to the city either, they simply didn’t belong.

‘Hey, Speed, want some help? Can’t stand the wailing anymore’ familiar cheerful voice from behind Kobra’s back jerked him out of his thoughts. How long has he been staring into nothingness? He quickly glanced around, the ground was still covered in spare parts, misplaced pieces of metal and plastic and screws, and he was still holding the cloth covered in motor oil, now more brown and grey than white, one tear rolling down his cheek, he quickly wiped it of before turning to Jet smirking in the way that earned him his reputation and name, teeth bared and every word dripping with venom that wasn’t really meant: ‘Thought ya were outside helping Party and Ghoul with the car, needs care too. And knowin’ Ghoulie it could be putting a bomb under the hood and not that I wouldn’t like bein’ dead but few more days’d be nice.’ but he knew Jet noticed the movement of his hand, the slight tremble in his voice, he always did.

‘Can’t take a break to visit my favourite crewmate?’ Jet rolled his eyes leaning on the doorframe ‘Plus Party and Ghoul were throwing hands over some fuckin’ bullshit as usual when I left so ‘s your brother I’d be worried about.’ the older killjoy laughed. His laugh died away turning into a warm smile as his eyes got caught on something on Kobra’s chest. Kobra loved Jet’s smiles, he didn’t smile often, at least not when anyone could see him but on the rare occasions when he did Kobra could swear the desert sun didn’t feel so bright in comparison anymore.

‘You really never go anywhere without it huh?’ Jet uttered with amazement as he walked slowly to the younger killjoys still not lifting his gaze from the small ring of gold hanging from Kobra’s neck on an old beat-up chain, the metal shining bright in the dim lighting of the room. ‘I know how much it means to you. And... it means a lot to me.’ Kobra whispered softly wrapping his own hand around Jet’s, he could feel the heat radiating from his skin, Kobra’s hands were always cold but but Jet’s burned with the warmth of thousand stars and Kobra would like to pretend it was the only reason he like being close to Jet so much but everyone knew it wasn’t true.

‘Zone rats like us might not really praise these but it was your mother’s and… and I appreciate this so much yk.’ He smiled at Jet who finally looked up and back at him, sometimes Kobra forgot how beautiful Jet Star really was. He might be covered in sand and dust, infinite scars covering every part of his body, his bright blue and purple hair not really so vibrant anymore and his eyes clouded with worries and stress even tho he tried to bury them deep underneath loud laughs and ironic remarks but again and again Kobra realized he’d never seen anyone more beautiful than the boy standing in front of him, every little imperfection making him love him even more.

‘Maybe I wasn’ talkin’ about 27 before, Kobes.... You’re not really yourself, I can see it.’ Jet whispered laying his hand gently on Kobra’s cheek, worries visibly reflecting on his face. 'None of us is okay, Star.’ Kobra snickered as he wrapped his arms around the older boy’s shoulders pulling him closer. He missed hugging Jet, he missed his smell, he missed the strength he hugged him back with that made him feel so safe.

‘Is true.’ Jet had to admit, none of them really felt like themselves but how could that be of any surprise. How could you feel completely okay waking up after over a decade of being dead. ‘Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun, hm. Just the two of us. Party and Ghoul will find a way to entertain themselves and maybe if we’re lucky they won’t even burn the whole place down.’ Jet laughed winking at Kobra, bright blue curls falling into his eyes before he left a butterfly like kiss on the side of his neck. 'Heard there’s a party in The Nest tonite, how about we take the AM. Haven’t seen ya wear that pretty red dress in a while’ this time Kobra was the one to kiss Jet on the corner of his mouth smiling as he saw the bright blush on his cheeks covered in freckles. He always thought it looked like the night sky somehow found its way onto his pretty face and wondered how his name matched him so perfectly in so many ways.

‘Sounds nice, Shiny’ he kissed his partner again before sliding his ring from the necklace and back onto his finger where it belonged. They did have their beads to prove their pledge but he always liked the way their rings were special and he never took his off unless there was a high chance, he could lose it and even in that case he still kept it close to him tucked safely underneath his t-shirt.

‘Okay, by the car in fifteen. Gotta get those two boogies of our tails’ Jet winked and Kobra before quickly disappearing into the dark hallway and Kobra had to smile. He had to smile ‘cause he loved the boy so damn much and Destroya fuck it now he really had to go find the red dress. He had to smile ‘cause he knew Jet would look beautiful in the fifteen minutes they agreed on casually leaning on the white car he praised so much with glitter in his hair, his eyes shining in the setting sun and smiling in such a way that everything around would seem to disappear. And everything could be fucked but it didn’t really matter when he had Jet Star by his side again.

ID: Digital drawing of Kobra Kid and Jet Star slow dancing and lovingly smiling at each other. Kobra has his right arm on Jet's shoulder and his left hand in his hair and Jet is holding Kobra by his waist, Jet is a little bit taller than Kobra and their noses are only few centimetres away from each other. Kobra Kid is wearing red dress and has two little black stars painted on his cheekbone. Jet Star is wearing a black crop-top and his curly hair is black at the top turning purple and blue the longer it gets, he also has glitters on his nose, cheeks and in his hair. The background is a gradient going from yellow in the middle of the image through purple to black at the edges, the yellow functioning as a backlighting giving Kobra and Jet warm yellow rim lighting. There are little white blurred lights all across the scene. /End ID

#I'll admit this might be a little put together on the knee since I literally did all of this today #and am not the best at writing romance in general #but hey as long as it's less weird than romantic scenes in glass throne it's fine right XD #btw idk why did I decide to put it into post comics guess it just seemed like a good placing for some wholesome stuff right #also sorry for kidna changing the rings I know they have different ones in you headcanon dust but hopefully you'll forgive me #but yeah hope you like it and happy birthday again #kobra kid #jet star #ttlotfk #ttlofk #danger days #killjoys #my writing #my posts

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