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Spider in Gotham AU- Pt.2

[Pt.1]

Peter’s no stranger to memories that comes as nightmares. There’s something different to them, the taste of terror that’s tinged with a feeling of “that’s happened.”

Flashes of Aunt May, dying as he stood next to her while choosing the city over her? Old hat. Inky darkness surrounding MJ falling as Peter reached for her, over and over again? Been there, seen that, didn’t even get a sick scar out of it. Racing against the clock to defeat some bad guy or an unknown threat? That’s his Thursday.

But this?

This isn’t his. It’s real, Peter could tell that much. Sure, it’s wrapped up in silk hisses and heart crushing terror, but Peter could always tell whether a nightmare was a nightmare or whether it was a memory.

This was a memory. Not his. His. It’s complicated.

“Your father, papito, he-,”

Then, it’d be the ruffle of his hair, brown eyes. It reminded him of his mom. But the crease of these eyes were different. Hardened, mean. Even towards him.

“Well, he said no, but I knew what he really wanted.”

The base of Peter’s neck always crawled when he remembered that line. His spider-sense warned him that whatever he’s remembering, he would not like.

“Ey, Peter.”

“Huh?” Peter blinked, looking up from where his arms were elbow deep in wires.

“Don’cha need gloves with that?” Frank asked, munching on some jerky. They were sitting in the living room, repairing a TV and a washer Frank had somehow managed to lug back to the apartment. It’s a toss up between Frank’s network of orphans (Peter included), street rats (these things are not mutually inclusive), or his own slightly higher than average strength. Not that they needed to thrift broken things, considering Peter’s funneling money from offshore bank accounts belonging to this America’s 1%. They just made it so easy! He and Ned had been hacking into government bases in middle school back on his world. This world? Not even a challenge. Regardless, this was kind of like… Frank’s version of those fancy sensory boxes for Peter.

“Oh, no. It’s not plugged in, see?”

“How’re ya gunna know it works then?”

“Plug it in after I’m done. Turn it off and on, you know?”

Frank stared at him, then rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.

“If you burn down that portion of the house, at least we’ll be warm for a bit.”

“Thanks. Your confidence in me is astounding.”

“You talk like an old man.”

“I do not! Excuse you! If I’m old, you’re the expired knock off cup ramen in the back of a convenience store!”

“Yo, shrimpy, that’s rude, ya hear?” Frank snickered, impressed at the quip. The Alley kid turned brother stood up to plop next to Peter.

“So… you gonna go…?” Frank made a whooshing sound and held his hand in a web shooter position.

“Tonight? Prolly. Anything I should look out for?”

“You’re gunna get yourself killed, but yeah, heard the gang’s back up north.”

Peter flashed a smile, dimples coming out. “I’ll try not to. Thanks, Frank.”

“Anytime, Spidey.”

Frank, though little (to Peter), was a good friend. Then again, considering Peter saved his ass both in mask and out of it, it’s to be expected. One would think that after eight years of hiding his identity, Peter would be better at it. Then, he got punted into a different world and got made by a child.

To be fair, the circumstances all but screamed Parker Luck, so Peter’s not counting this instance.

See, the first few days of this sudden cohabitation, Peter had asked Frank to find them furniture. Both because he was getting real sick of eating on the floor and because Peter needed to fix his suit to match his much younger body. Then, once he readjusted the shrinking nanotech and the spider legs to fit him in a way that wouldn’t break him, Peter had promptly swung out of the building and went patrolling. He stuck with the wandering Frank, taking out muggers and robbers and everything in between and past that around the area where Frank is.

Looking back, Peter realized how lucky he was when he decided to go on the “helping joyride” at the beginning of the evening. His spider-sense activated way later in the night, the moment where he began seeing and sensing the cameras that kept pointing towards him. He ducked and dodged out of the way, and eventually, the feeling left. Somebody was watching. And he doesn’t know where they stood on the moral side of things.

Anyways, it happened after three weeks and a half of going out and just… settling into life in Gotham. He had already been struggling to find a way home, scouring the libraries around Gotham on any subject that would aid in his multiversal travel. Peter would like to know which emo kid named this city.

Eventually, Parker Luck decided to strike once more.

“Get back, freak!” The lady brandished a wicked knife.

Talk about deja vu.

“Oh no! Knives! My greatest weakness!” Spider-Man yelled, sticking to the shadowed windows as he let his voice echo in the alley. Gotham had a lot of nice hiding places. Spider-man dropped down on her head like a bat out of hell and webbed the knife out of her hands. He webbed the mugger up onto the alleyway above normal reach, and told the man to call the police.

Frank screamed, just as Spider-man wrapped it up, loud enough to reach his enhanced hearing.

“Wait-!” The man tried to stop him, but Peter, small, trained, and having readjusted his reach, slipped away.

“What’s your name?!” The guy he saved yelled at his back.

Spider-man, distracted, yelled back, “SPIDEY!”

He shot webs upwards and used them to slingshot his way towards where Frank was. And… car! Peter used his webs to swing up, up, and let himself fall to gain momentum. At the last moment, Peter shot a web to the top of the car and pulled himself to it.

Shit, shit, shit. He’s stupidly attached to the kid, and he was stupid enough to let Frank go out into Gotham looking both well-fed and well clothed.

The world slowed as he locked eyes with a terrified Frank, who was getting dragged into a car.

The world narrowed to speed and Spider-Man landed on top of the car roof, sweeping his leg out and thankfully remembering his much shorter reach. His foot collided with the kidnapper’s face with the equivalent force of a grown up, slightly annoyed Peter Parker who’s letting his strength go a bit unchecked. Basically, they went flying, blood spewing out of the undoubtedly broken nose Spider-Man had just given them.

Standing on business, the shorter webster promptly flipped down wards as he all but glued the would-be kidnapper to the curb.

“You alright?”

“You’re- You’re that new mask.” Frank whispered, scuttling away from the car where he’d been dropped.

“Yeah, man. You okay?” His voice modulator came in clutch.

“Fuck. Fuck, I gotta-” Frank stumbled. The kid looked like he was one bad break away from snapping. Peter hated it when kids got that terrified look on their faces, it reminded him of himself, helpless as Ben bled out because they should never have to fear something that much.

Something’s wrong, though. As much as Peter wished otherwise, Frank was a Gotham bred and true alley kid, through and through. These kids don’t spook easily. Peter already stopped a couple of kidnappings and at least two of the kids had yelled at him to stay out of the way before unloading a rain of nut kicks on their kidnappers that left Peter wincing for days in sympathy. Frank being this spooked? Something’s going on.

“Woah, easy there, I’m not gonna hurt you,”

Frank shot him a half hysterical, half condescending look. Yeah, that’s more like it.

“Ob-obviously. I have to go before more of them comes,” Frank muttered.

“More of them? You know what they want?”

Frank stared at him, looking up and down at his blue, red, and gold ensemble.

“I can help,” Peter promised.

“What’re your thoughts on metas?”

Suspicious.

“Uh, they’re fine? Depends on the person, why?”

Frank sighed. The skinny teenager, barely 14, tugged at his hair. “They’re traffickers. Meta kids, mostly, so the Bats don’t do nothing. I- uh, I got caught.” He held up a thin wrist, showing Peter his new accessorie, a think metal bracelet that was beeping red.

Peter cursed in his head. Fuck, of course he’d stumble into a-

“Caught? You’re a meta?”

Frank nodded. “Strength. This is an inhibitor, illegal kind, you know?”

Well, that explained how he got all of those furniture without struggle.

“Right. Hey, don’t stress, kid, I’m a meta too.”

Frank blinked.

“What?”

Peter walked up the side of the car and did jazz hands.

“You’re a meta?! But- but you’re a mask operating in Gotham!”

“Yeah…? Is that weird?”

Before Frank could reply, Peter’s sense screamed and Spider-Man shoved Frank away from the spray of bullets.

“Move, Frank!”

Peter flipped away, vaguely aware of Frank’s gaping realization. He took down the shooters in quick succession, stopping the speeding car with his bare hands and some webs.

“Shooters, no shooting!” He yelled, liberally applying force he tended to keep under wraps. Frank was like a brother to him, and there is no universe where Peter Parker would hold back when his family was in danger.

When he got back to Frank, who had oddly stayed instead of running, Peter found out why the kid stayed.

“Peter?!” Frank hissed lowly, looking more pissed off than terrified. “Are you fucking insane?! Why are you running ‘round as a mask?!”

“Shhh!” Shit, he got made. “Come on, get back to the apartment and we can talk there. I’ll get rid of this-”

Peter casually snapped the bracelet in half, tearing the tracker out, and tucked it away to study later.

“Fuckin’- shit, fine, but you’re explaining everything, motherfucker!”

They split, Peter guessing correctly that he was in another lecture of a lifetime.

——

“Your vigilante name is Spiderman?”

“Hey, I can hear you say it without the hyphen! There’s a hyphen in there!”

“You’re not a man! You’re a twerp!”

“I’ll show you twerp, you-”

Five minutes of tussling later, in which Peter did not try to bite Frank’s arm off, thank you very much, Frank leaned back on the couch.

“Besides. People in the streets are calling you Spidey, anyways.”

“Spidey?”

“Some dude you saved from a mugging said you told him.”

Peter slammed his head on the floor where he was laying face down.

“Ughhhh.”

——

“He could have been great. I saw his potential.”

Anger. But he shouldn’t be afraid. The woman loved him.

“Hey, Peter. You’re up here again.”

“Hi.” Peter stayed curled up. His mind had refused him sleep for the last three nights, causing dark circles to appear underneath his eyes. The memories of what he assumed to be this world’s Peter was merging with his. What he’d seen so far did not fill him with confidence of a happy childhood. Flashes of wielding weapons, the sterile smell of a metal dissection table, and hundreds and hundreds of spiders crawling over him, getting startled into biting down. Plus, the stress of tracking down the meta trafficking circles in Gotham was no joke. He doesn’t know Gotham nearly as well as he knew New York, and he had to be extra careful running around and trying to catch every bit of the circle before making any moves. Frank was helping with his network of homeless Meta kids, but the traffickers were everywhere except for Crime Alley.

He should be dead. They sold his body to an organ harvester who dumped his venom filled corpse on the side of Gotham. At least he didn’t have to worry about killing his alternate version.

“Everything all right?” Red Robin clambered down to sit next to him, cowl hiding the concerned scrunch of his brow. He’s never seen Peter like this.

Peter grumbled, staring down at another alleyway. He knows his alternate died. His shit excuse for another sold his body to an organ harvester, when he seized on the operating table, who dumped his venom filled corpse on the side of Gotham. At least he didn’t have to worry about killing his alternate version. He does, however, have to worry about missing vital organs.

“I… remembered something.” Peter remembered a lot of things. And pretty much none of them were good. This Peter suffered a lot in his short life.

Red Robin nodded. The issue of Peter’s spotty memories had come up in their discussions over the past month.

“Ah. Something unpleasant?”

Peter thought back to the voice who, despite all of the other, highly traumatic memories, haunted his brain like nothing else.

“He didn’t live up to it. He refused to kill. So I made the decision for him.”

“Yeah. Not for me, but unpleasant that I know about it.”

“Yeah, I get that. You wanna talk about it?” Peter hid a small smile. Even though Red Robin kept his tone light, the concern still bled through. Warm. It made Peter feel warm. Even if it appeared that the Bats don’t really care about the trafficked meta kids… maybe Red Robin would come save normal kid Peter if he got kidnapped. A backup plan to consider. For now…

“Sure,” he said. Red Robin waited patiently.

“I think, I remember someone. Maybe, maybe my…” Peter grimaced. “My mom? She… told me something. And uh, I think I’maproductofrape.”

“Oh,” Red Robin said, so awkwardly that Peter had to crack a small smile despite the gravity of the topic. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. Me too. Not myself, but for…” Peter waved a hand. “You know.”

“Yeah.”

“She wasn’t a good person,” Peter whispered and hated how he missed the browns of her eyes- her middle name was Marie, and god, Peter wished he hadn’t known that because he gets why her eyes reminded him so much of his own mother- and she besmirched everything Mary Parker stood for.

“You have our combined potential, Peter. Make sure not to be like him too much and live up to it, papito.”

“It’s okay, to love her even if she hurt other people,” Red Robin said, gently ruffling his greasy hair. Peter’s spidey-sense tingled and he ducked away. Red Robin withdrew his hand. “Because you can’t really help that. Trust me, I’ve tried. You just have to make sure they don’t get the chance to do what they did again.”

Cold, cold voices and his voice gave out from screaming. “You really are your father’s son. Never being able to do what’s necessary.”

And Peter wondered what happened to Red Robin and who hurt him. Peter would just like to talk. Red Robin reminded him of himself, way back when being Spider-Man meant finding out Harry became Green Goblin. Pained. Tired.

“Yeah,” Peter agreed. But that’s not really a problem, considering the last thing the organ harvester said before dumping him in an alley. “She’s dead in a ditch in Siberia or something. I’m not really worried she’ll do it again.”

“Uh.”

“It’s cool,”

“Right. Have you… remembered your dad?”

“Yeah. He’s in Gotham,” Peter unfurled a little.

“You want help tracking him down? I’m good at that kind of thing.”

Peter glanced at Red Robin. “I think you just admitted to being a stalker.”

“Vigilante,” Red Robin shrugged, like it explained everything. And yeah, it kind of did. Peter snorted.

“Nah, it’s okay. I don’t want to meet him anyways.”

“Why not?”

“He doesn’t know about me,” Peter ticked off his fingers. “I’m a literal walking, talking, breathing reminder of his trauma. And I don’t need a dad.”

Red Robin looked at him silently. Peter doesn’t think about it.

He never wanted to see his parents suffer. An alternate version of his dad, hurt so irrevocably by an alternate version of his mom?

Peter hated that this Catalina dirtied his mother’s name, and went against the most fundamental parts of what the spider symbol was meant for. And considering he’s been doing this longer than her, he had first dibs on defining it. He’ll look after his dad, as long as he’s stuck in Gotham. It’s only right.

“His name? Oh, my son, it’s Richard Grayson.”

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Peter, who Trusts his instincts: no head rubs?? awwwww

Tim, who’s been trying to get a dna sample for the last month: how does he keep evading me?? He must be a genius or a spy or- *spirals down the conspiracy board*

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Tim: I’ve connected the dots!

Peter: you’ve connected jack shit

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Listen, the moment I learned Catalina Flores’ middle name, the pieces clicked, okay? Like legos. It’s like, former FBI agent in this one and former CIA agent in Peter’s home universe? Wow. Middle name Marie? Mary Parker? Incredible. Spider themes run in the blood apparently?? They both have brown eyes!! Trying to do good with no qualms about murder!! (I’m assuming since Mary Parker was SHIELD and I don’t think SHIELD cared much for the sanctity of human life if it threatened the country or something)

#tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon #Peter Parker #I think you know who his mom is #nightwing #batman #red robin #Frank the Crime Alley kid #Tim Drake #Tw: mentions of torture #Tw: human experimentation #bruce wayne #dick Grayson #gotham #Tw: mentions of human trafficking #Catalina Marie Flores #tarantula #Spider in Gotham AU

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eerna · 21 days

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in a world filled with books written by male authors that make me go "uhhhhh this writer does Not have a good outlook on masculinity and women, this was definitely written by a man", the Chaos Walking trilogy stands as a complete opposite where I spent the entire series being like "WOW I never really thought about masculinity in this way, WOW this is painting a really interesting picture of gender dynamics and generational relationships, this was definitely written by a man"

#whenever discussion on manly male book things like rape and toxic masculinity pops up i am like. cw did it and did it well.#you CAN write a lead who makes up excuses for why he participates in a system that oppresses women!!! you CAN write about a dude falling #into the spiral of toxic masculine approval!!! you CAN give him horrible role models!! i am not opposed to that!!!#but you can't do it if part of you worships those ideals and doesn't really like women all that much. patrick ness on the other hand gets i #chaos walking liveblog #every spring i think of my kids idek why. i am still too traumatized to reread. or am i <3

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jesuis-snips · 7 months

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LIES: Palestine is murdering civilians.

TRUTH: Palestine is expelling occupiers.

LIES: Palestine is attacking Israel.

TRUTH: Palestine is standing upon its rights in its own lands.

LIES: Hamas is giving Israel reasons to attack them.

TRUTH: Israel has already been attacking Palestinians without a reason for years. Every resistance counts and weakens Israel.

LIES: Israel is the victim.

TRUTH: Israel is suffering for its sins for the innocent children they have killed.

#free palestine #palestine #and here we are seeing hypocrite peoples posts and how Palestinians are wrong and terrorists #do you even know what you are talking about do you even know the history of these lands #i am sure that you don't bc if you did you wouldn't even dare to open your dirty mouth #it is very tragic how the whole world was playin 3 monkeys when israel was attacking and bombing and killing and raping Palestinians #none of you gave a shit #none of you said a word #ever since i know myself there was pain and blood and tears in Palestine #and the couse was always isarael #ever since i was a kid i protested israel in meetings and press briefings #i have seen the pain of my muslim sisters and brothers i have heard their screams for help #and now this shameless people coming here and saying Palestinians are wrong and they should have picked a more peaceful methods #hah don't make me laugh #what peace are you talking about #whose peace would be a better question actually #why is it okay when muslims are hurting and wrong when others are????#there is hell for israel #it is the only place they can go after all #the bottom of the hell

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navree · 1 month

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i'm sorry but this is sending me into the goddamn stratosphere, if you send people to physically attack my mom, torture my sister, cut my six year old son's head off, threaten to murder my toddler, and then also threaten to rape my six year old daughter, i would be very happy and jovial in declaring war on your psycho ass for pulling that shit on people who literally didn't do a thing to you.

consequently, if i sent people to physically attack someone who never did me any harm, torture my sister who never did me any harm, cut my six year old nephew who never did me any harm's head off, threaten to murder my toddler nephew who never did me any harm, and also threaten to rape my six year old niece who never did me any harm, i would be very full of regret and sorrow for what i've done, because those are bad things that i did.

#personal #house of the dragon #hotd #like yeah no SHIT aegon's super gung-ho to carpet bomb rhaenyra and her side #you murder my kid and beat up my mom and make my sister go crazy and literally threaten to RAPE MY SIX YEAR OLD #i'll go apeshit i'll have the time of my life talking about how you're gonna suffer i'll be happy as a clam about it #like rhaenyra should absolutely feel bad and fear what she started! what she started was monstrous!#and by not thoroughly denouncing daemon and removing him from her side for it she's clearly endorsing it!#and people have the right to be happy about causing her bodily harm as a result for either tacitly or outright endorsing things like this #you know things like child murder and threats of violent rape against little girls #(and i mean even just the bad precedent to set of 'you did something that hurt me so i have the right to take it out')#('not on you or anyone who supported you but civilians who weren't even remotely involved in the situation at all')#like come on rhaenyra's side is in the wrong for blood and cheese and it's so fine for aegon (as the person most deeply affected by it)#to be happy about any retribution he could bring on her #just as it is both fine and actually really good for rhaenyra as a character to feel bad about it #as the wrongful party #be fucking for real

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benoitblanc · 4 months

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making an emily-arc gifset and screaming internally. why the fuck did they do that to scully

#also kind of why the fuck did they do that to mulder. like obviously it is WAY worse for scully but imagine:#your best friend slash love of your life calls you. she's just found out that a. she can't have kids #(which you have known for several months but didn't tell her because she was DYING OF TERMINAL BRAIN CANCER)#and b. when she was kidnapped and medically raped by the government a child resulted from this and she's only now found her #and you fly out to them and the little girl is darling and precocious and terrified and your partner ADORES her #and seeing them together hits you over the head with how badly you want this for her. how badly you want this for YOU #how any children you were ever going to have would have always been hers #and you make the girl laugh and you threaten the men who did this to her. you want everything to help her. and she dies anyway #your pseudo-mother-in-law calls from the hospital. your partner's brother just had a baby #you watch your partner fall apart and you grieve for her loss but also for yours. that was your daughter too. or she would have been #arwen.text #the x files

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jewishspite · 28 days

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logging onto tumblr on October 7: surely now they understand that hamas is a terrorist organization and show sympathy to Israelis😊

5 seconds later:

#ישראבלר #israel #antisemitism #leftist antisemitism #jumblr #Remember kids rape and murder is justified when it's “resistance” against “occupation”#Hamas: murders and rapes innocent ppl. Tumblr: freedom fighters😍 heros🥰🥰#Israel: kills terrorists #Tumblr: evil zionists😠😠 everyone in isnotreal should die🔪🔪 genocide😟

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oatbugs · 13 days

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ppl genuinely praising the iranian government the way they're doing in the trending page is so insane to me isreal is committing active genocide the solution isn't to praise a government that is committed to violating as many human rights laws as possible against its own people. you should not feel comfortable. iran did not heroically save a nation. you can acknowledge armed defence is beneficial to/necessary for liberating palestine without suddenly becoming an iranian government fan i promise there is a secret third way

#the iranian government funding hamas does not mean they give any fucks abt the Palestinian ppl!!#for the past 4 decades this government has been nonstop tormenting ppl actively using #an extremist warped version of what the quran posits as a weapon for oppression. so so many kids and teenagers and #academics and journalists and just . innocent ppl. have been tortured to death or shot etc etc. they have killed people for singing.#they have killed so many people for not wearing headscarves. they have raped and killed so many women #theyve done so many unforgivable things for so long! theyre military buddies w russia too pls think abt what that means omg #anyway #free palestine #ppls reactions to this is just. not it at all #like even if u 4 some reason have the broken clock is right twice a day kind of mindset #this outlook is still absurd

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nethhiri · 2 months

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Marooned: Chapter 16

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Rape, torture, gore, violence

Jetsam

Between ransacking the girls' extra clothes and collecting the pants owed to you, a decent outfit was finally made, complete with undergarments to boot! You had a dark-gray, sleeveless crop top, a pair of green, baggy pants with a lot of pockets, and some old, worn boots. You would have preferred if the pants were waist level. They sat low on your hips. Beggars can't be choosers. Honestly, you were surprised they were small enough to stay up on their own. In anticipation of getting your gun back, you also fastened your holster. You tied your hair back in a low pony to keep it from sticking to your face while you were working.

Currently, you were fixing some knots halfway up in the rigging that weren't up to your standards while the sun beat down on your back. You had been avoiding Killer since yesterday. A few more days and you would be free to do as you wanted.

"That's not your job, Rookie," Wire shouted up at you.

You hopped to the deck with a solid thud. "Do you want the sails to break free? " You folded your arms. "Your deck crew needs work."

Wire looked at you with an unreadable expression. "I'll double check them." He didn't trust you as a person. However, your deck work was immaculate. Wire knew he would probably find that you were right when he checked the ropes later. Even when he wanted to give you a hard time, there were no mistakes to harp on. "Captain requires your attendance in his workshop." Well, there was one mistake. Wire noticed that the knots you used on deck were the kind taught to marines. No pirate he knew tied knots like that. He almost pitied you, knowing you were walking into the lion's den.

Wiping your brow, you knocked on the door to Kid's workshop. You glanced towards Mini, who was sunning herself on the deck. There was a slew of metal tinkling sounds followed by a crash, then after a few curses, the captain's voice told you to come in. Looking around, there wasn't anything amiss. Must have cleaned it up with his Devil Fruit. "What do you want, Eustass? I'm busy keeping this ship afloat, since apparently no one else knows how."

He gave you a funny look. "That so?" He tapped the corner of his workbench where your gunblade and log pose.

Your eyebrows shot up, shocked that he actually gave them back to you. You swapped out the glass eye you made with the log pose, after a quick spit-shine. Setting down the eye and picking up the weapon, you tested it in your hands. "You fucked with it."

"Hah?! I balanced it perfectly! Ya should be thanking me!"

You frowned deeply. "Thanks for fucking it up. That better?" Flicking your wrist, you checked to see if it was loaded. It wasn't. "Didn't even load it for me," you mumbled. You spun it around your finger, nearly losing control. The weight was all wrong. You groaned and rolled your eyes. It was going to take practice to regain your finesse with it. You shoved it back in your holster and looked back at Kid, whose darkened eyes gave you a black look. This was different from other times he's glared at you, with playful, enticing, bright, embers. This made you uneasy. This made all the hair on the back of your neck stand up and your mouth to get dry. It was a foreign feeling, feeling like a prey animal. You were no longer questioning why he gave you back your weapon. It didn't comfort you to have it. What was it going to do against him? He only took it in the first place until he knew you would play nice with his crew.

In a low voice, Kid asked, "How did ya fix Killer's mask?" He rolled the small glass eye around on the table. "And this.. ya made this. How?" He held it under his thumb, crushing it without much of an effort.

Watching your right eye be pulverized under his thumb triggered something in you. Your fists tightened until your nails dug into your skin and your heart was pounding. How many pieces of you had to be destroyed? It was traumatic enough when it had been taken from you the first time. Your teeth clenched so tightly that your jaw popped. The frightened look in your face was replaced with a resolute one. "Why the fuck does it matter?! Nothing about me has anything to do with you or your crew, so stop trying to pry information out of me. All I wanted was to be taken off that island and put on a different one. I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't hurt anyone who didn't deserve it! Fuck sake, did I not save Killer's life? And do you want to know something else? I did it the same way I fixed his mask!"

"Oh, but yer mistaken," Kid taunted, getting up from where he sat and stalking towards you. "Ya did do somethin wrong." He wrapped his hand around your throat, in spite of you trying to block his hand, and pushed you against the door, hard. "Ya lied to Eustass 'Captain' Kid."

You threw a punch at him that was swiftly caught with a scrap of metal. The same thing happened when you tried to kick. "Go to hell! I CAN'T WAIT TO GET OFF THIS FUCKING SHIP!" You spat at him, struggling to get out of his grasp.

Kid's grasp tightened until you saw spots. "YA SPYING MARINE BITCH." The door gave way behind you. In only a matter of steps for him, you were at his mercy over the ocean as he held you by the throat above it. "Ya want off so bad?!" His lip curled. "FINE!" He didn't let go. A flash of uncertainty came across his expression.

"Do it, coward." You had already done this song and dance once before. You weren't scared, disappointed that you didn't get to carry out your revenge, but not scared. It was hard to talk when you were barely getting enough oxygen as it was. "My name is F/N L/N." The brief interval where Kid processed that information was enough to wrap your unrestrained hand around the wrist holding you. There was a yellow flash at the contact and you were falling. Bull-headed until the end, you were going to go on your terms, not anyone else's.

The water hit your back so hard that it seemed to burn your skin. Maybe it had peeled off, the way the chill seeped into your flesh and directly to the bone. Even if you could swim, the way the ocean sapped your energy left you unable to even hold the remainder of air in your lungs, which were already searing their way out of your chest. Silver bubbles pried themselves from between your lips. Less and less light was reaching your eyes as you sunk toward the blackness below. With your last conscious thoughts, you pictured Minerva and hoped they wouldn't hurt her.

You sat in the dark, on a damp floor, breathing heavily, but trying not to. Every labored breath caused blood to seep from the bullet holes in your side. You slipped from consciousness periodically, usually being brought back to something horrible being done to you. Once it was a knife being twisted into one of the bullet holes. Another time it was being kicked in the head, in the gut. Other times your pants were around your ankles and someone was on top of you. They learned quickly to stay away from your mouth, after permanently disfiguring someone's manhood. It was truly a blessing that you couldn't stay conscious for long.

Your skin was more blue and purple than your actual skin tone. And even if there were unbruised areas, they were probably encrusted with the deep maroon color of old, dried blood. It was agony just to roll onto a different side of your body. It was impossible to say how long you had been down there, in the brig of your own ship. It was impossible to say how long your crew had been plotting against you, if or when they were bought off. You had to believe they were bribed somehow. To admit to yourself that maybe they weren't would be devastating. Did they hate you that much? Were they ever truly loyal? You had been asking yourself these questions throughout your misery.

Boot steps echoed in the hallway, getting louder as they approached. The creak of the cell door made you tense, unsure what to expect. You were jerked up by your hair and forced to look at the man in front of you, already made difficult by your nearly swollen shut eyes. It was Von Kossa. He wasn't the mastermind behind the clandestine trading operation you had unwittingly discovered, but he was the meanest of the upper ranking participants.

"You know it's really a shame you're so much trouble." He ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "We could have sold you for a pretty penny," his grip on your hair tightened, bringing tears to your eyes. "But you can't behave and now you're starting to look quite unattractive, so it's not even worth keeping you alive." Keeping a tight hold of your hair, he dragged you through the open cell door and along the wooden floorboards, towards the deck. The wood scraped your skin. You could barely feel it since your body was in a constant state of pain anyway. "Your screams are just so satisfying, I think I'd like to hear them once more before you're gone. How's that sound?"

Your hands and feet were tied so you couldn't struggle, not that you had the will to. "Sounds bad, Captain Fuckass." The hoarseness of your voice startled you. His swift kick to your stomach had you vomiting blood.

"See you just don't know when to quit." He made a noise of disgust. "Look what you've done. Got blood on my uniform." Red specks sprayed the white of his marine uniform.

On deck there was a mix of what appeared to be pirates and marines. You knew now that it was a collection of purely marines. For an instant in time, maybe they had stopped being marines, though they were certainly back to their roots. Von Kossa had intercepted your ship, and you let him. What was unexpected was that the second you made a move to attack, your crew was not behind you. Physically, yes, they were behind you, and about to help subdue you. Figuratively, they stopped being behind you whenever Von Kossa had persuaded them to his side.

He dragged you to a basin with some kind of liquid in it. You didn't want to guess at what it was. You knew you would find out shortly regardless. He lifted you up like a prize-winning fish. "Let this be a lesson to anyone who thinks they can interfere with our business. Even the 'Marine Killer', 'The Sea Snake', or as we know her Ex-Captain F/N L/N was only a mild hindrance. Look at her now: a worthless, ruined, shell of a person." He dropped you to your knees, coming to one knee himself next to you.

The reflection you saw in the liquid was unrecognizable as you. It some other person there, some other person that was getting their head pushed down into it. So why was it you that felt excruciating, white-hot pain on half of your head? Was it the other person screaming or was it you? Your voice was so different, you couldn't tell. The pain vanished as quickly as it had appeared. You saw pieces of skin and floating Y/H/C tendrils in the liquid when you were pulled out, though not for long, as they disintegrated. Blinking, you tried to open your right eye. It was open, you felt with your fingertips. To your horror, it felt sticky, goo-like. There wasn't a lot of time to process what had just happened before blacking out. After that, you only remembered darkness, being cold, and then waking up on an island.

#y'all wanted angst #kid x reader x killer #one piece #massacre soldier killer #eustass kid #marooned #eustass kid x reader #killer x reader #tw: torture #tw: sa #tw: rape #tw: gore

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reblorzelska · 2 months

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And the award for the most... interesting MDZS take I've had to see today goes to this person on YouTube who, among other things, maintains that JGS welcomed JGY into the family with open arms.

#jin guangshan #mdzs #jin guangyao #madam jin #jin zixuan #jgs was actually just looking for love in the arms of prostitutes; 16-year-olds; and his literal rape victims #all of whom he left with his bastard kids he didn't take care of #maybe he did open his arms to order jiggy to be thrown down the stairs #who knows

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christinareedy-love · 2 months

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THIS ⬇️ THIS ⬇️ THIS ⬇️

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Grown teachers raping students, so sexual predators.

Biden needs to step in & protect these children. Period. Watch till the end, this this this.

Owasso High School teachers are sexual predators raping kids, & should NOT be getting away with this.

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nerdpoe · 7 months

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Rosewood and Hyacinth (Coffee, Honey, and Sometimes Hazelnuts Series)

Omegaverse Lore and Rules Post, Ao3

Kon hunts down Rob to let him know that he's alive, and finds him in Paris. In Heat. Which is odd, because he could have sworn the guy was an Alpha. Meanwhile, Jason hunts down Tim's trail to make sure that he's, against Ra's insinuations, okay.

Kon gently opened the window and let himself inside, only realizing what he was smelling once he’d closed it behind him.

Uhh. Oh.

Oh shit.

The air was laced with a delicious coffee and honey and roasted hazelnuts, and the lazy scent of an Omegan Heat only enhanced it.

That was an Omega in Heat.

Which meant this was definitely not Rob’s room, fuck.

“I am so sorry,” Kon said, refusing to turn around and fumbling with the window, “I am so so so sorry I have the wrong room I’m so sorr-“

“Kon, you have the right room,” Tim’s tired voice said from behind him, and he could almost feel the eyebrow raise.

Kon still refused to turn around.

“Then I’m sorry for intruding on you and your friend shit-“ The window slammed shut again as Kon fucked up his grip on it, trying to hard not to break it; this was so embarrassing whoever Tim was with would think Superboy was lame-

“There’s no one else here but you, Superdork,” Tim yawned; Kon felt an over-heated body drape itself against his back, and a warm nose rubbed itself on his neck, “Also, you’re alive. When did that happen? Stay here.”

The smell of coffee and honey and roasted hazelnuts was everywhere, and Kon finally realized what had to have happened.

“Oh. Oh! Dude! You transitioned?” Kon asked, turning around so that Tim was in front of him. Tim, undeterred, kept his grip and was still hugging him.

“Yeah, long story but I’m happier now. Please stay?”

Okay. Okay Kon, be cool. Be chill.

“I mean like yeah, totally. Definitely. Are we just chilling or is this for more uh…fun times?” Kon waggled his eyebrows. Kon stopped waggling his eyebrows. Kon regretted the last three seconds where he’d thought that was a good idea.

“Hmm. It’s my first heat, and this is mostly to make sure the Transition happened properly, so I’m not on birth control. No sex right now, please. I just wanna nap in the sun.”

Damn. Damn, Tim really handled Heats better than he ever had Ruts. If this was a Rut Kon would’ve already been tossed out the room as Tim buried himself in work until he fainted. Again.

“Okay. Okay, yeah! We can do that! Wait, when did you last eat? You need to eat.”

Yet again, Tim’s answer Shook Kon.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m kinda hungry. Can you handle Room Service for me?” His best friend said even as he led Kon to the bed.

Tim was agreeing to eat. Never would have seen that during a Rut. He really was…healthier? Happier? As an Omega. And as a result, Kon felt happy for him. He wasn’t struggling, just finally relaxing in his own skin.

So Kon may have gone a bit overboard.

He didn’t know what a happy Tim during Heat wanted to eat, so he ordered essentially everything from the menu.

He was pretty sure that the Room Service were assassins, but Tim just flapped a hand at him when he brought it up, saying something about “Ra’s is just making sure I’m fit enough to do that favor later” or whatever.

Which. Concerning.

But Kon could address that later, when he didn’t have a Purring, sleeping Tim draped across his chest and keeping him prisoner in a fancy Paris hotel room.

~~~~~~

Heats, Tim decided, were far superior to Ruts.

Logically he knew that they were pretty much the same thing, but emotionally Heats were far superior.

He didn’t feel like crawling out of his skin, he didn’t want to force himself to stay awake to avoid the Rut itself, he didn’t feel sick and nauseous thinking about his own body.

He just felt. Well. He felt content.

Even Kon coming back from the dead couldn’t shake him from his relaxed state.

Honestly before Kon had come in through the window he’d just been sitting on the floor and breathing, enjoying the fact that his own scent didn’t make him want to barf. Then Kon had come in, and the scent of rosewood and hyacinth mixed together with what was already in the air, and Tim had been draping himself across the Super’s back without much thought at all.

The heat that flooded his veins wasn’t an uncomfortable scalding, it was a gentle warmth that kept lulling him to some of the best naps he’d ever had. Sure, he was aware that he could definitely go for some sex if the opportunity provided itself, but there wasn’t an extreme urge to do anything.

Mostly, as he told Kon; he just wanted to nap on his Beta in a sun beam.

After being fed some food that was definitely too fancy to be from the particular Hotel they were staying in, catching up with a concerned Kon while doing it, he fell asleep to the very alive pulse of his best friend.

~~~~~~

Jason walked into the Istiklal Crisis Center, dressed in his civvies and trying to make his demeanor as nonthreatening as possible.

Even though the air fresheners and air purifiers tried to hide and filter it, they could never get rid of the scent of distressed Omega in the air.

There were Alphas and Betas in the waiting room, with only a few Omegas scattered throughout.

The Omegas who required the Crisis Center’s services were ushered into the back rooms, after all.

Jason avoided eye contact and made his way to the reception desk.

“Hello, I’m here inquiring about a patient you had? He’s my little brother, I want to know if he’s alright.” Jason said in Turkish, as quietly as he could.

Turkish Crisis Centers operated on a whole other level of secrecy; they were used to Data Breaches, so they only used their computer systems to log patient names and if they’d left of their own volition or been transported to a hospital. Everything else? Paper. So if Jason wanted to know what Tim’s actual status was, he’d have to ask.

The most he could tell was that Tim had checked in using his Alvin Draper alias and left of his own volition. He already had the false Birth Certificates that labeled them as brothers ready to go.

The Omega man on the other side frowned and eyed him, the distrust clear.

“Please. His name is Alvin Draper, and we-I-don’t know where he is right now or what happened to him.” Jason tugged the birth certificates out of his bag and slid them across the counter, even as the security guards’ hands shifted to rest on their weapons.

The Receptionist reached over and slid the certificates towards him, frowning when he saw the language they were in.

“One moment; I have to get Saadet,” he muttered as he left and vanished into the back rooms.

Jason only had to wait for four minutes before a frazzled looking Beta woman hurried through the door and leaned over the counter to go over the Birth Certificates. She frowned.

Tugged her Hijaab into place from where it was threatening to fall out.

Looked up at Jason.

Down at the Certificate.

Stood up, took the Birth Certificates in hand, and motioned him through the doors.

Jason, a little shocked, went through them.

Weren’t they supposed to check his ID? Do like, thirteen kinds of validation? Even if he was a fellow Omega, that didn’t mean anything in the grand scheme of human trafficking.

Saadet met him just inside the doors and led him through a series of hallways that were meant to confuse any who weren’t used to them. Jason…was impressed. And also a bit horrified.

To have that level of security, there must have been a few incidences in this places history that warranted it.

Finally, she held open a door to a small, cluttered office.

Jason had only just managed to step inside when she locked the door behind them.

He turned, eyebrow raised, as she stared at him with the most unimpressed expression he’d ever seen.

“These documents are as fake as his,” she told him in perfect English, throwing the Birth Certificates at his feet, “And you match the description he gave. More than enough proof that you two actually do know each other.”

Jason snorted.

“Flimsy reasoning like that? And here I thought Turkish Centers were the best of the best,” he drawled, trying to look casual and cool to recover from being called out like that.

Saadet’s stare turned straight-up evil, and he could tell she was starting to fight a smile.

“He also gave me a picture of you.”

Jason stiffened.

“What picture-“

“-None of your concern. But that is…definitely you.” She snickered.

Snickered.

At him!

What had Tim given her?

“Moving on, per ‘Alvin’s’ instructions I am to answer any questions you may have. Ask.”

Jason shoved the questions about whatever incriminating photo the little shit had given the nice lady to the back of his mind and focused.

Tim being a smartass was a good sign.

Now to ask the difficult questions. The ones Jason never, ever wanted to ask regarding any of his brothers.

“Was he raped?”

“No.”

The answer came just as quick as the question, and Jason didn’t even realize he’d sunk to the floor until he was already there. Saadet kept her distance.

Jason gave himself a moment.

“Was he tortured?”

“No.”

“Did he display signs of mental abuse?”

“No.”

“Why didn’t he call us?”

“He just said ‘too many eyes, not enough chances’-I assume you know what that means.”

He did.

“How bad was he?”

Saadet did pause at that, looking thoughtful.

Jason waited. Tim hadn’t been raped or abused, which was very good. He…genuinely could not put into words how relieved he was at that.

But he’d been Transitioned, probably against his will.

That’d fuck anyone up.

“He seemed very well, actually.”

What.

“What?”

“Yes, to hear him tell it; he hadn’t realized he actually wanted to transition until he had done so. Something about requesting it while not right in the head, and a missing spleen.”

Jason stared at her.

She raised an eyebrow at him.

“We went ahead and made sure he had the proper medication following the loss of an organ so vital to the immune system.”

“I thought you said there were no signs of torture!”

“There weren’t. I assume fights are not all that unusual for you spy types; but I stand by what I said.”

Jason stood up, towering over her.

Saadet crossed her arms and glared at him.

Jason…felt his shoulders drop.

“I…I need to call someone.”

Saadet nodded, making her way to the door.

“Knock when you are done, one of the guards will let you out.”

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Dick was wearing a hole in the carpet.

Damian had long since stopped trying to calm him down. The Beta Pup was sitting on the couch, staying within Dick’s line of sight, sketching.

Dick knew that Damian was shaken as well, though.

There was no other reason he would willingly draw his self-proclaimed rival and not make it look silly.

When the phone finally rang, it hadn’t even finished the first one before he had it at his ear.

“Where is he?” Dick snapped, barely keeping a Command from breaking free.

Jason sighed on the other side, sounding more exasperated than angry.

“He’s not here, I went to the Crisis Center he went to. He wasn’t raped, he wasn’t tortured, and he actually wanted to Transition. Saadet says he wasn’t brainwashed, but I’d hold off on agreeing with her until I see it for myself.”

Dick sat down on the floor, hard.

He wasn’t even aware that he was crying until the tears started dripping on his pants.

Then it all came out in great, heaving sobs.

“He’s really okay?” Dick gasped in a small voice, “He really wasn’t hurt?”

“Yeah, Big Bird. He’s fine, apparently. Well-aside from a missing spleen, but that’s a separate issue.”

Dick didn’t even grasp the ‘missing spleen’ bit; he was too busy feeling relief that one of his brothers would never have to know how it felt to be violated like…like That.

Arms wrapped around him from the side, awkward and unsure.

Dick switched the phone to his other hand and dragged a protesting Damian into his lap.

“So what’re you gonna do now?” Dick asked once he’d calmed down a little, sniffling.

“Now I’m gonna hunt the little shit down; whatever Ra’s has planned for him, he wants Tim to have backup. Why else call you?”

Dick hummed, burying his face in Damian’s hair despite the Pup’s even louder protestations.

“Richard! You are rubbing mucus into my hair! Unhand me!”

Dick ignored the Coercion and clung to Damian tighter.

“Be careful, okay?”

“Always am.”

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Kon woke up three days after he’d meant to just say hi to Rob, slightly overheated and with a drooling, Purring Omega using him as an extra pillow.

One thing that was massively different from Ruts was that Tim was…well. He was clingy.

He refused to let Kon out of his sight for any longer than he absolutely had to, always had to be touching him, and spent most of the time sleeping or eating.

All in all, it looked like a fantastic vacation for Tim.

But that roasted hazelnut scent was fading, and Tim was starting to spend more and more stretches of time awake.

They talked, during those.

Tim talked in hushed, shamed tones that he’d tried to clone Kon. Not to make a replacement, but to have something of Kon left.

Kon quietly admitted that he might have done the same, if the situation had been reversed.

Kon told Tim how it felt like the world had moved on without him.

Tim told Kon that he’d never moved on, and felt like he probably never would have.

It was…there were definitely emotions going around, and Kon hadn’t been expecting the Tim-therapy session. Not that he wasn’t grateful for it; Rob tended to avoid emotions like the plague in some awful attempt to follow the Big Bad Bat himself.

Aside from the banger talk about feelings, his life for three days involved nothing but being Tim’s teddy bear basically.

Which, if he had to rate it, was an 8/10 job; he’d gladly do it all the time if Tim was normally this touchy.

Tim’s Heat faded out, though, and Kon found himself missing it already.

Hmm. Only one thing to do then.

“Hey-can I be your Heat buddy for the next one?”

Tim snorted, burrowing his head further into Kon’s chest.

“Sure, bro; can’t guarantee I’ll want ‘fun times’ though,” the Omega lifted his head and waggled his eyebrows in an exact copy from one of Kon’s newest most embarrassing moments.

Kon felt himself flush, cursed Clark’s genes, and gently shoved Rob’s head back onto his chest.

The Omega responded by going boneless and Purring even louder, effectively trapping the Super in place.

“…Stupid. I actually like seeing you comfortable for once, if you don’t wanna fuck that’s fine.” Kon mumbled, feeling himself grow even warmer as the flush spread.

The Purring hiccuped, stopping briefly, before Tim’s arms tightened around him and it started up again.

“I’m happy you found yourself, man,” Kon said quietly, staring at the ceiling.

“…Samesies.”

“…Dude. Did you just ‘samesies’ me-“

“-Shut up!”

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punks-never-die205 · 2 months

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Kid is always portrayed as someone who is brutal, violant and rapes women😑 is there a small chance he could be soft and romantic? 💕

... If you could see the face I'm making right now.

I... I have to assume you saw a Kid Pirates coded blog and just sent in an ask without reading anything?

... including the manga?

I want to clarify, I'm not angry - I'm all for people being free to ask what they please as they please, I'm just confounded. I think you're getting fanon/headcanon garbled with canon.

Let me do my best to stick to canon for a moment - we hear terrible things about the Worst Generation pre time-skip. Everyone has a reputation.

Including Luffy and his crew - the information the marines have on the Straw hats, and what they share to the world, is very negative. The only thing that saves Luffy is that, well, he's Luffy - he's not going to lean into any reputation, he's not even paying attention in the first place.

So people see some farm boy in flip flops and think --- Canonically, that Zoro has to be the Captain. It's a running gag.

Now Law and Kid both seem to have leaned into the reputation the marines have given them. (I could stretch this out to the entire worst generation, but I don't want to write that much).

We know Luffy's reputation is bullshit. We've learned Law's reputation, despite him trying to lean into it and convince people otherwise, is crap.

It makes sense that Kid's would be crap too - and let me be clear, I still think he's the most ruthless of the three. Kid strung up a pirate crew on crosses at the very least.

But to my point, we don't ever actually see him level some random civilian town for shits and giggles. We don't see any of the other stuff the marines say he's notorious for - all we do know is that the marine propaganda against pirates would (and, from the marines' point of view, should) be skewed in the marine's favor.

No government wants people to be sympathetic to their biggest problem, and some crews most certainly do the work for them - we're 100% aware of truly cruel and wanton pirate crews.

Luffy beats the shit out of most of them.

Anyway, my vibe on the Kid Crew is that they aren't all that big and bad - they're not nice, by any stretch of the word, but I think they are just as in character as pirates who string other pirates up on crosses as they would be pirates who help a shore-side town rebuild after a tsunami or storm flattened it.

Why for the second one? These guys grew up on a neglected island - the people might have been angry, and rough, and intimidating, but the junk heap of an island still have life on it. You can't survive harsh conditions without community, no matter how grumpy and snappy that community might be.

Makes me think of that one town in Fire Force - level the town in celebration, spend the next day rebuilding.

Anyway, none of Kid's behavior in Wano - the point where we actually get to see it for a good long while - points to some mindlessly ruthless piss of a human going around and terrorizing people for no reason. We see a guy who works together with people, going beyond what he needs to, to then cheer on the twink stealing his kill, and to celebrate peacefully afterward.

Sure, sure, recovery, but when Kid saw Luffy's new bounty and title he didn't exactly put a whole lot of effort into that "attack". Especially not after we saw what he could do if he dug his heels in.

It points to a guy leaning into a reputation that doesn't really mesh with him. But also, Luffy is Luffy.

Anyway, that's my answer.

#cw mention of rape #tw rape #eustass kid #quin answers #anon asks

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