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I love hurt/comfort and wish to know your rev list for those.

Oh goodness, well that’s going to be quite a few.  I’m assuming you’re referring to Good Omens fics? So that’s what this list will be~ The other fics I posted in the last ask are ALSO hurt/comfort fics, so I won’t include them on this list, but they are very much worth a read. Also there’s... a lot, so I wont be putting summaries

HotCrossPigeon has a little series going, they aren’t connected so you can start with any of them which is nice. Unfortunately several of them are incomplete, but they’re still absolutely worth the read

Don’t Take It Away From Me (words: 7,112 / status: complete)

Honey, You’ll Survive (words: 12,749 / status: complete)

Won’t You Come Back to Me (words: 29,285 / status: incomplete)

So Still I Wait (words: 13,502 / status: complete)

Gives Me Hot Cold Fever (words: 10,458 / status: incomplete)

You Never Had a Heart (words: 12,983 / status: complete)

Take Me Home Tonight (words: 6,663 / status: incomplete)

Zeckarin also has a series. As far as I can tell, they don’t focus solely on hurt/comfort? But they have a couple fics that I really enjoy, and where it does seem you have to have read prior parts in the series, I was able to catch on to backstory pretty easily with context clues in just the parts I’ve read.

From Hell, With Love (words: 25,844 / status: complete)

Don’t Play with Hellfire (words: 7,560 / status: complete)

charliebrown1234 is on this list again further down, but they also have a series, and like the first one, you don’t really have to read them in order to understand them, but with this one I can’t see why someone wouldn’t just read them in order. They are all complete

Aziraphale vs The Hellhound (words: 4,935)

Aziraphale and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (words: 4,334)

Aziraphale vs The Great War (words: 2,500)

Aziraphale and the Desperate Priest (words: 4,523)

Aziraphale vs The Great Fire of London (words: 5,053)

Aziraphale vs Pestilence (words: 7,666)

And then Here are all the individual ones:

Hell Above by I_Fear_I_Fell (words: 8,405 / status: incomplete)

Stuck On The Puzzle by venomly (words: 44,578 / status: incomplete / human AU)

I Threw Stones At The Stars But The Whole Sky Fell by Turcote (words: 9,693 / status: complete)

Remains by indigo (indigo_angels) (words: 95,330 / status: complete)

Whenever this world is cruel to me by Mekachu04 (words: 5,112 / status: complete)

Hell Freezes Over by charliebrown1234 (words: 17,789 / status: complete)

Lot Thirty Seven - The Vault by AceOfShadows (words: 15,347 / status: complete)

Broken Hallelujah by laylabinx (words: 22,050 / status: complete)

It Was a Dark Night (But Hadn’t Stormed Since Last Tuesday) by 29Pieces (words: 10,933 / status: complete)

Something Wicked by Turcote (words: 19,781 / status: complete)

For Better or Worse by Angelina_Aintithenniel (words: 11,536 / status: complete)

The Arrangement by LadyWallace (words: 8,287 / status: complete)

like a live coal tossed in the sea by blue_spectacles (words: 63,495 / status: incomplete / C and Az don’t know each other AU / crossover but heavily focused on Good Omens)

This isn’t all the fics I’ve accumulated, but I figure it’s more than enough of a good start! 

19. Pirate King

Kidd - 4 | Killer - 8

Tags specifically for this chapter:

songfic again - same song as before

our babies have a good night for once

the adult men are not being creepy

which is rare for me, i know...

when i'm talking about the dock workers from here on out > they see Killer as a little brother or a son

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

One thing that could be counted on was the crowds of men every two weeks that his the port side taverns in mass. And without fail, every 14 nights, Killer would wait until the sun was firmly down before crawling in the back windows of Eustass' Tavern & Inn and sneak his way into the front of the house.

Eustass himself would have long thrown him out had he tried the front door, but Mòr Mhàthair was a soft touch, and as long as he waited until the dock workers were in their cups, she let him roam from table to table, polishing off plates of forgotten diners. Sometimes other street kids would show up but most of them didn't know the tricks to staying and would get kicked out the next week or never make it in the doorway to start with. But there were lots of other pickings on these nights, and Killer never once felt bad watching one of them get tossed out as he hid in the shadow of a chatty drunk and ate him out of his hard earned coin.

Away to the cheating world go you,

He had to listen to their terrible ditties, week after week, so he thought the meal was really only fair. By the time Killer usually arrived, the singing had already started and he just hoped they were fun ones instead of the sadder ones about loosing loves and such.

They were already well into it this night, the change up only being the other boy that seemed to be around more often theses days, a chubby little red head that Killer suspected might be Mòr Mhàthair's boy or nephew or something, or otherwise maybe the cook's son.

He was in the thick of it tonight, tiny little form standing on the table in the middle of the room with a crowd of drunkards, all bellowing the words out together. He had to be 4 or 5 at the most, probably looking forward to starting school like all the other good kids that belongs to people, Killer mused.

A bright shock of short red hair, unruly and ruffled from the hands of many a dock worker, thinking him some kind of good luck charm. By the end of the night it be sticking out at every angle, like the rays of the sun on a children's drawing. Killer would watch him ever few weeks as he soaked in the attention of those not fortunate enough to have families of their own. He was magnet for the downtrodden it seemed, a little mascot the laborers rallied behind every paycheck night.

Where pirates all are well to do,

Some weeks, the kid would even turn to him as the hours drew late, when sleep started to override the joy of being somewhere warm and well fed. Killer was always careful to leave before last call, never giving the matron a reason to turn him away next time. The kid never had this restriction, and would watch him quietly as he snuck out of whatever booth he'd camped in for the night, slipping out of the back.

The one time Killer had looked back, the boy had waved at him, a sad little bye. Killer didn't return the gesture. Not that night.

But after a few months, the kid would see him and grin, and he'd find himself smiling shyly back across the noisy tavern.

And as the spring turned to summer, Killer finally waved goodbye back.

But I'll be true to the song I sing,

Sometimes, the kid would try to include him in the group's singing, especially the nights when they sang his favorite song: the pirate king anthem. Killer was mortified to be the center of the room's attention, and had hid under the table until one of the dock workers took pity on him and picked him back up to sit on the bench next to him, hidden from the room in general with an arm thrown over his shoulder and just tucked in close.

Most city people didn't want Killer anywhere near them - said he smelled funny and suspected he'd try to pickpocket them. Which was true for both cases more often that not. But the dock workers didn't particularly smell great either, and the dock master often gave him little jobs to do so he'd quickly become a familiar face to many of the men. And this one was pushing his half finished dinner in front of Killer so Killer really didn't have much motivation to steal from him. And week by week, he'd find himself shyly hiding from the boy at Eustass' behind one laborer or another, and it seemed to be a great source of entertainment for the blue-collar workers.

And live and die the Pirate King!

For a little pocket of time, every fourteen days, Killer felt like this must be what a family felt like. Sitting next to some man too rough and tumble to be a father to any real child; warm and dry, belly full of delicious properly cooked food. He'd listen to them spin fantastical yarns, then the sunshine boy himself would come sit next to him and demand songs from the men, and every time, someone would break out into one, and a cacophony of out of tune drunks would rattle the windows and Sunshine Boy would turn and beam at him like it was the neatest trick he'd ever learn to do. And maybe it was.

Killer would smile back, listening to the men warble on about Pirate Kings and Bink's Brew and in the days to follow would day dream about letting those silly ballads take him away from Kutsukku for good. Maybe he'd take Eustass' Sunshine Boy with him.

Fri Nov 17 Utah Grizzlies vs Colorado Eagles

Kidd is 9 - almost 10 & Killer is 13 - almost 14

Tags specifically for this chapter:

Children in danger

dealing with past abandonment issues

beginnings of self-worth issues for the both of them

Kidd's kinda a little shit in this

Killer's not much better especially at the start

homeless/extreme poverty

Sleeping Together

as in actually sleeping

Huddled for warmth

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

"It's itchy"

"It's warm. Shut up"

"It's ugly."

"So are you. Now shut up."

"It smells funny."

Killer snarled at him, "Then fucking freeze for all I care!" He jerked away, crawling out of the cubby they'd nested down in for the night before stalking off, leaving Kidd shivering in the ugly monstrosity that he was pretty sure had been thrown out for good reason. He knew beggars couldn't be choosers, but this thing couldn't possibly be a real coat someone had made on purpose. He was pretty sure it was some animal's actual skin and the body had just rotted out and left it's fur behind.

Kidd sulked in the dark hole, nose wrinkled at the weird wet smell of the coat. It was far smaller than their last place, but Killer had insisted they move once the weather changed. And then he'd packed it with all the cloth and paper trash he could find until the two of them barely fit anymore.

A month ago it had been unbearable. Last week it had been a claustrophobic nightmare. Half an hour ago, it had been a warm safe - if not smell, itchy - place to sleep. Kidd pulled the coat to his chin, watching the open space warily.  Eventually, everyone left and never came back again. He wondered if this would be the time Killer didn't come back.

Little frozen flakes of snow were starting to cling to the cold metal scrap at the mouth of their shelter. Still no Killer.

Well good riddance. At least this time Kidd would know why. He'd leave his ungrateful ass behind too if he could.

Still.. Still, there was a hurt that Kidd didn't like at all, a painful knot in his chest that just got worse when he sniffed back the hot angry tears that threatened. He threaded his arms through the coat sleeves and hugged himself just so he didn't feel so alone, staring at the dark shadows of insulation.

"Killer?" he wasn't begging. He didn't Beg, not anymore. But..

"What?" came a dull reply and Kidd scrambled out from the shelter, looking frantically around to see Killer sitting in the snow above the crawl-way, knees pulled up to his chin, hunched in on himself.

He looked as miserable as Kidd felt.

Kidd looked away, scrubbing at his own face, before sniffing disdainfully. "What are you doing, sitting out here like that. You stupid or something?"

Killer just shrugged, talking to his knees, "The way you were bitching, didn't seem like you wanted me around right now." His hair had curled a bit when it was still warm enough to melt the snow, and now the flakes clung to the wild edges like a white halo, making it look twice as thick as normal.

It was going to be a whole ordeal to try and get it dried now. Kidd scowled. "So you are stupid."

Killer chuckled, his stupid little fwa fwa laugh that had Kidd rolling his eyes.

"Would you get back inside before you turn into Am Fear Liath Mòr or some shit?"

"I dunno. Being that tall might be cool."

"Tch. Good luck with that," Kidd snickered, pulling the coat higher and staring at Killer until the teen got the hint and got up. It took some negotiating, but they crawled back inside, Kidd frowning at the wet cold chill that had ensnared Killer and followed them into the dark.

Killer's face was pale, a hint of blue at his lips and fingers, and Kidd did not like at all how Killer refused to nestle back under the coat with him, like he was suddenly afraid to touch him. Which was really stupid because they'd never had that problem before.

"You can stop being dumb now," Kidd told him matter-of-fact, kicking at him a little to get Killer to stop trying to cuddle him from outside the coat. "Seriously, you're practically the Greyman already, get under the coat."

It was hard to see Killer's expression like this, but Kidd could picture it in his mind, that pout he did where his nose scrunched up and his lips went flat and he looked completely unamused with whatever shit Kidd was caught up in at the time. Only this time, it was trying to get Killer warmed back up and Kidd was starting to worry just a little bit.

"I'm... You'll get cold."

"And I'll warm you back up - world balances itself out. Now come on, we don't have all night! I'm tired."

Killer relented and Kidd very carefully did not hiss or flinch when Killer's cold skin brushed his own, and then Kidd pretended he wasn't imitating an octopus and wrapping himself around his friend for any particular reason. He only relaxed when Killer finally warmed up enough to start shivering again.

One day... one day he'd be Boss, Kidd decided, he'd be Boss and he'd have all the nicest clothes and him and Killer would have those pretty fur coats that didn't smell funny. They'd have clothes that wouldn't itch and and would belong to just them. Killer wouldn't have to dig clothes out of the trash anymore or beg Victoria for old things that she'd outgrown. And he wouldn't have to worry about making them last or trying to patch them up for Kidd to wear next. No more wrappings around shoes because the soles starting coming off, or Killer trying to fold old newspapers up in a way to replace them entirely when Kidd accidentally lost one in the Heaps running away from the dogs.

Kidd looked away from the piling snow outside, burying his face in the crook of Killer's neck, coat pulled up high around them both to fight the chill.

One day.

Wed Nov 22 Manchester Monarchs

YOUR KID PIRATES ART IS SO CUTE I AM SO OBSESSED WITH ALL OF IT ESPECIALLY HEAT LOOKS SO DARN PRECIOUS!!!

<3 <3 <3 'Nonny, you don't know how much this means to me <3 <3 <3

ya know - you're my very first comment about my little AU on either tumblr or on A03? Maybe even the first comment I've gotten on my artwork period... You have made my day in a way i dun' think words can convey. Truly - so much joy right now. =^.^=

I doodled you a new Heat sketch once I got home from work - he's a little older, doing a custom paint job on his own truck.

20 questions for fic writers

@master-of-the-sorrowful-order, who has become one of my favorite people to brainstorm ideas with, thought it would be cool to have me fill out this questionnaire, and i agreed =^.^=

1) how many works do you have on ao3?

I have 34 works under Mekachu04, 4 works under my old nom-de-plume, and at least 5 orphaned works flouting around in old fandoms

2) what's your total ao3 word count?

of the 38 will linked to me: 142,059

3) what are your top five fics by kudos?

173rd Airborne Brigade (The Umbrella Academy)

Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark (Good Omens)

I'll think of you every step of the way (Good Omens)

Whenever this world is cruel to me (Good Omens)

Southbound Hearts (One Piece)

4) what fandoms do you write for?

These days it pretty strictly One Piece, for the Kidd/Killer duo

5) do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I didn't used to because i'd just get overwhelmed (in a good way!) and didn't know what to say. I've done a lot better in the last year or so, even if sometimes it takes me a few months to collect my thoughts. i think i'm just more confident shouting into the void, and when the void answer back, i no longer know what to say, ya know?

6) what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

XD ... uh... that tends to be the genre i enjoy writing the most. as far as endings... toss up from a VERY old one from 2007 archived under my former name, or Cephalophore. (Pluton & Last Emperor Blackbeard are also very close) (all from One Piece)

7) what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Living without, Living without, Living without you or Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark, both from good omens

8) do you get hate on fics?

not as much on the fic themselves, but offsite i get shit for the concepts i like to write for. just block and move on with my day

9) do you write smut?

poorly. i dabble in it, but i have a love/hate relationship with it. i like writing the emotions and thoughts that go along with such intimacy but i dun really know how to write the act itself

10) do you write crossovers?

I'm not opposed to crossovers, but the only true crossover i ever wrote never got shared because i got stuck in the middle and it lies languishing in my wip folder I much prefer fusions/ AU where one series is inserted into the world of another, but with little to no interaction with the cast of that series.

11) have you ever had a fic stolen?

if so, i dun know about it. Having said that, I have had *ideas* stolen. In a previous fandom, i had a BNF steal one of my AU concepts wholesale and they couldn't even be bothered to leave a kudos on the work they stole it from. (they even admitted it, though they did not know i was the original author. i had reached out to them on twitter (which did not have my fandom name) because i had thought it was so cool that we both had the same idea. i had shared my story with them (not stating it was mine, just *a* story with a similar idea) and they flat out said that's where they got the idea. The fact they did that, but couldn't even be bothered to leave a kudos or comment still hurts, not gonna lie. (at the time, the fic was several months old and had zero comments and only like 8 kudos)

12) have you ever had a fic translated?

!!Yes! its a very recent thing, and it's been super exciting! Not just on the fic exchange side, but getting to chat cultural differences

13) have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not so much, but my dear friend above has been great a helping me work out of plot pits I've dug myself into and also going back and reworking stories that certainly needed more context for the reader. We spend a lot of time bouncing ideas off each other and i know soon i'm going to stop using the no beta we sink like the punk tag and that neat!!

14) what's your all time favorite ship?

Currently, Punk Aibou aka KiKi aka KidKil aka Eustass Kidd x Killer. the problem with "all time favourite", is its always going to be the current one, even if they are in a rotation. Ineffable Husbands is sitting right there, along with oldies like Starsky and Hutch.

15) what's the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

* Side eyes the pile * i got so..... many.... I think, heartbreakingly, it's Southbound Hearts. I have an outline, i have a three part plan... but i fear i bit off far more than i can chew with that one, and I'm really struggling to get characters to sound right.

16) what are your writing strengths?

hmmm... i feel like i'm doing stuff no one else is. maybe it's just cause my little corner of fandom is a little isolated these days, but i feel a lot of what i write is *becuase* it doesn't exist yet, at least on a03.

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

finishing a story

18) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

it's a tread carefully thing. i feel it has its place - like you see in movies - but authors really need to look at *why* is this in another language? I try to keep it for more when characters are making a point to exclude someone from a conversation, but a clever reader might be able to read between the lines, or someone who knows the language gets an extra little part written just for them, like they're in on the secret. Or if the whole purpose of a piece is focusing on communication. i have one story where some guys are just screaming at each other in other languages as a form of dick waving, only to find out that the guy who speaks more languages is technically illiterate, and the story ends up being about cultural genocide im pretty cool with loan words getting sprinkled in; i know some readers get annoyed by it, and it has absolutely been done terrible more often that not, but that's never bothered me

19) first fandom you wrote for?

oh.... its been soo so long... probably G-Force. not Gatchaman or Battle of the Planets, but this adaptation specifically. XD that has all LONG been lost to time. I think the first fanfic i *shared* for was the animated mighty duck series back on a Disney message board. pre ff.net

20) favourite fic you've ever written?

i have no earthly idea. i did LOVE writing KiKi'tober [2024] and while it's not the most polished thing i've done, it was the most memorable to write

At the end of June, it was revealed that, yes: Good Omens 2 will be a thing

And cue the outpouring of umbrellas! I immediately was hit by inspiration and already had a tartan pattern drawn up, that until now, really hadn't found a project to use it on

4 inch hoop, size 32 canvas. Fabric dyed by me.

9 days of stitching.

I have the tartan pattern available on stitchfiddle- link in the source

reblogged here since i no longer use that account

Original Image by Lanimalu

Took me a little over a month - but to be far, i was out of town for a week and a half of it.

Still debating if i wanna fill the background with white or leave the grid  showing.

16 count; 21 colours; 9 3/4” x 6 1/4”

Helped by Hikaru-9

was my first attempt for day 6 - feast, but i didn't feel like the final result was was the right vibe i was trying to channel

However, i do really like how it turned it out.