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Oddly enough, today it's spotlight Killer. I was just rereading bits my fanfic (A Pair of Reds) and remembered how much fun it was to write Killer as Kid's best friend and no.1 sidekick/wingman! AND then I remembered I do have a tumblr. So, snippets of Killer being Kid's absolute best friend below showing up in different parts of that fic 👇🏼. Just note, the fic was originally told from reader pov and also Ace's pov, so the snippets are mainly from the reader's pov.

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"Killer appears" snippets from my modern (sports - lacrosse) au fic, A Pair of Reds, over on AO3 (former Portgas D. Ace X reader pairing; Eustass Kid X reader endgame)

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“ZORO THAT’S THE WRONG GOAL!” someone screamed.

At one point both Zoro and Killer yelled, “Captain, now is not the time to be measuring the size of your sticks! They’re the same bloody size!”

Ace facepalmed. The Kid Crew should have been having an easier time against the Strawhats, but as history showed, it was never easy playing against Luffy. Ever.

By the time the match ended. You were on your feet cheering for the barely won victory, along with the rest of the crowd.

Both teams were exhausted. Kid looked like he couldn’t believe he lost – again – to the Strawhats. That it was up to Killer to shake Zoro’s hand. Luffy would have done it if he wasn’t so busy jumping up and down, cheering with the crowd.

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What you least expected as you recovered in this…shop, was the guy currently looking at you with a brow raised that said you’re blocking the door.

Shit! Of all places you had decided to hide, you’d picked an auto parts store. You wanted to sink into the ground and disappear. Instead, you lifted your defences, and remembering Zoro’s oddness this morning, you pointed at Eustass Kid, and said, “Don’t you start acting nice to me Kid!”

Then you yanked the door open and when it was clear of Zoro, you left.

You didn’t see Killer walking round the aisle. Nor did you hear him asking Kid who had just been talking.

You didn’t hear Kid snapping, “Who the fuck knows what’s wrong with her today. It’s like yesterday never happened.”

And you didn’t hear Killer say, “Something happened yesterday?”

You were already down the street, but if you had heard it, you might have wondered why Kid sounded more annoyed than usual.

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“It was Ace’s. This is my apology,” you said, sounding sorry enough that you’d caused his drink to spill over him. And it seemed for something else Ace didn’t understand.

But this wasn’t what stopped the conversation. It was what Killer said while you explained to Kid.

“Spaghetti Aglio Olio, if possible,” Killer said to Sanji.

Those three little words silenced the room. Even the Heart crew, though they didn’t get the reference. If the music wasn’t blasting as loudly as it was, a pin dropping would sound loud in the silence.

“You want peppers with that?” said Sanji icily.

Killer blinked and seemed to hesitate. “No?”

Kid was halfway pulling on the tank top when he noticed the chilly exchange. And more importantly when he saw you frozen in front of him.

Looking puzzled Kid said, “Is something wrong?”

The ice that coated you thickly seemed to crack at the sound of his voice. “Nothing,” you said weakly, grabbing up his soaked top, and walked out the room for a second time, telling Luffy that you were going to borrow his machine.

“I have a machine?” Luffy said, oblivious to the moment.

“You only noticed this now?” Nami, Usopp, and Franky exclaimed, smashing the ice and silence to pieces.

Zoro grunted, though his brow was furrowed. “Bad day to order Aglio Olio, Hitokiri,” he said to Killer.

Killer just looked baffled, and guilty without understanding why.

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The garage was open but no one was manning the reception. So you rang the bell twice, aware of just one guy sitting in the waiting room. He looked mildly familiar with his moustache and beard. If you really thought about it, you might have recognised him. Killer, however, came in at that moment, at around the same time Wire walked in from the back.

They both greeted you at the same time.

“Hey,” you said, then pointed to Killer. “It’s okay, I’ll talk to this guy.”

“An unexpected face.” Killer shucked his helmet, shaking his blonde hair loose. “Looking for Kid?”

You startled at that, flustered because you’re not sure how to deal with Killer’s spot-on question. You rubbed the back of your neck, hoping to stem the flush on your cheeks. “H-how did you know? I me-mean…”

Killer just looked at you pointedly.

Not willing really to let him get away with it entirely, or get away with thinking he thought he knew you better than you knew yourself, you folded your arms across your chest. “Maybe,” you said firmly. “I came to see you Killer.”

It was Killer’s turn to gain a reddish flush in his ears. “You’re not serious? Kid wou—” he blanched, and snapped his mouth shut immediately.

“Kid?” you said. What had Kid to do with this? And why did Killer make it sound like it was absolutely impossible for you to come to say hi to him. You considered Killer a little more than an acquaintance. Particularly since of the pair, it was usually Killer who talked to you.

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“Here,” you said, holding out a pair of new socks, not exactly the same the ones you’d gotten from Kid the other day. “Kid took a packet from your stash the other day, and I thought I should replace it as my thanks.”

Killer stared for a moment, a hand half raked through his hair. “Wow, okay. I’ll admit I didn’t know it was you, so thank you.” He took them from you, paused, and then flapped the pair in your direction. “Kid didn’t even tell me. You know, he let me look around the last few days for where my spare pair went. Since I’ve been partly annoyed at him, I’ll tell you where he is.”

You raised a brow. “I was hoping to just leave the top with you.”

“And risk me using it as cleaning cloth?” Killer grinned darkly.

He had a point.

“Besides,” said Killer. “I’ve got this impression that seeing you today might ruin his day.”

“W-what?” you choked, unexpecting that. “What is that supposed to mean? Killer! Are you sending me into the lion’s den on purpose?”

“Lion’s den implies a prey within the predator’s lair. Kid is unfortunately, in this case, neither predator nor in his lair. You’ll be fine! And while you’re there, ask about your car.”

“Your confidence in me is overwhelming,” you said dryly, much to Killer’s amusement.

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You pulled into South Blue Mechanic shortly after, much to the surprise of Killer, who had been handling a customer at the time. On the back of Kid’s bike, you caught a glimpse of Killer gaping at the sight, and coins spilling out of the customer’s hand.

As you hopped off the bike, you grinned, and asked Killer, “Did you get my complaints?”

“Yes, and they were nasty!” He held his fist out for a bump, and randomly dumped fallen coins into the customer’s hand. The customer grumbled, not that Killer noticed nor seemed to care.

“Serves you right,” you said grinning.

Kid grunted when he walked past you two, but not without pressing a hand to your back and saying, “Aren’t we here for your car?” He pushed you forward, to your bewilderment.

“Uh, yeah…” you said with an apologetic look in Killer’s direction. The guy merely blinked and shook his head.

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Looking for Killer wasn’t a terrible chore. Although he’d moved away from the workroom to the front room again, to deal with another customer, he spotted you before you spotted him. He greeted you by asking where Kid was, and when you told him, he guffawed. Not, that you understood what was so funny. When you said so, he patted you on the back as if you were the poor soul, and said he’d order some food. You hung around with Killer for a little while as he made the order, adding your choices when you selected them. And then you waited around until the order came in.

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When Kid was done, he tossed the rubbish into the bin, and washed his face when you pointed out that he had oil all over him.

“Fuck!” he’d said, and you’d waited until he was done before you both returned to the floor. He shut your bonnet with a bang, and then gestured for you to go pay while he drove the car out.

Killer was incredibly amused when he saw you. It looked like he was refraining something, and no amount of prodding got him to spill as he sorted out your bill. You wrote it off as some insider joke and asked if it was anything that mocked you.

“Nah, it’s Kid I’m laughing at,” he said, reassuring you.

That was a relief. “Then amuse away.”

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“You’re always welcome to stop by the shop after. It’s not like Kid has a life.”

You raised your brow, turning back to him while clicking through the windows on the computer screen. “Kid, no life? That doesn’t sound like him at all.” The phone rang and with Lola busy with the next patient, you picked it up.

“Only when it comes to you,” Killer said, halting the greeting that was already halfway out of your mouth. You stumbled over what you needed to say, somehow muscle memory kicked in and you finish the greeting just as your eyes darted back to Killer in surprise. “Yup, that’s exactly it,” he said, as if he knew what you were thinking in that moment, as if he knew you were drawing your own wild conclusions about those six little words and they were exactly what he meant. It sounded as if Killer was saying that Kid liked you. Like more than friends. You weren’t even at the friends stage yet!

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Killer grinned. “Because you asked me for a favour. Figured I’d help you out.”

A wild kind of flush washed over you. You felt hot and not unhappy at the thought of what Killer implied.

Heat came out then, bandaged up tightly, looking as though he hadn’t just been bleeding out. He was complimenting the nurse in a slightly nasally tone. She was neither the youngest of women, nor the prettiest, but she was in fact, one of the nicest. And Heat had a slightly pink tinge to his cheeks that said he was just a little infatuated. He wouldn’t be the first.

“Killer!” you hissed, as the guy exchanged a handshake with his friend.

“I’ll make sure he gets this,” Killer grinned, patting his chest as he retreated backwards out of the medical centre with his mate.

“Killer!” you hissed again, jumping to your feet. “Get back here!”

You were suddenly uneasy about asking Killer for the favour, and about the souvenir, and about everything in general, and wanted to take it back in that moment.

“Sorry,” he called from the doorway. “Gotta head back to work or Kid will flay us alive.”

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It was probably in his favour that Killer came skidding out of the garage then, running into you. His hands caught your shoulders, with a muttered apology, though he focussed only on his friend.

“Kid, Apoo is here saying that you’re going to look at his car?” he demanded over your head, releasing your shoulders.

“I did,” said Kid, though he looked annoyed.

“Thought you swore never to waste energy arguing with Apoo again over his car,” said Killer.

Kid shrugged, his grin vicious. “He says it’s urgent. And he’ll pay anything. If it’s that urgent, I get to charge whatever the fuck I want.”

“Come on Kid!” Apoo yelled from the inside of the mechanic, having spotted Kid at the entrance. He waved his arms.

Both Kid and Killer grimaced. Killer patted Kid on the shoulder, commiserating with him on his decision. “Hope it’s worth it,” he said.

“Damn right it better be,” Kid replied. He glanced at you one more time, and though he looked like he wanted to say something, Apoo yelled for him again. Kid scowled, yelling back, “I’m coming, quit yelling.”

“You won’t be late for the game later?” Killer asked.

“You’re going to the game later?” you asked, surprised. Then you frowned. Of course, he said before he would. And he was as much of a lacrosse fan as he was a player. But, a glance deeper into the garage said that he looked really busy.

Kid blinked, and for some reason his flush had come back but only around his collar. Killer noticed you then too.

Killer’s eyes widened. “You’re here? Why are you here?”

“Isn’t that a little too rude?” You raised a brow, more amused than you should be.

Killer looked between you and Kid, and his mouth stretched into a grin that put your guard up high. Nothing good had come from Killer’s grins lately.

“Go away Killer,” scowled Kid. “Tell that asshole I’ll be there.”

If Killer was going to disagree, one look at Kid’s face said otherwise. You got the distinct feeling that Killer was raising his brows under his fringe.

“Fine,” Killer relented. “See ya later,” he said to you, as he went back inside, hollering at Apoo to “Get away from that toolbox!”

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Kid was at the back, half hidden by the bonnet of the car, illuminated by the light above. The rest of the garage was empty. A door opened, and Killer stepped in, though he stilled. Unlike Kid, he caught sight of you immediately. He mumbled an excuse and tripped back out the back door, slamming it behind him.

“Killer?” Kid called. The guy peeked around the bonnet, looking confused when he found no one at the door.

He glanced backwards out of habit, to check if maybe he had the wrong door. And Ace was satisfied to see surprise plaster itself on Kid’s face.

Sabo had made himself scarce off to the side.

“Hey Kid,” you said.

“What are you doing here?” Kid grumbled, though he was blushing somewhat now.

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