Kidd & Killer met in 7th grade shop class.( part 3 )
Two outsiders with nothing in common other than having no friends. Both new to the school, Kidd too young, Killer too old.
Maybe not friends, but its nice to have one class where not everyone actively tries to disclude you.
Chapters will likely be short, a class by class look as the two move though the school year.
Kidd & Killer met in 7th grade shop class.( 2025.05.08 )
Two outsiders with nothing in common other than having no friends. Both new to the school, Kidd too young, Killer too old.
Maybe not friends, but its nice to have one class where not everyone actively tries to disclude you.
Chapters will likely be short, a class by class look as the two move though the school year.
Kidd & Killer met in 7th grade shop class.( 2025.03.11 ) no golf in this story outside the title. A mulligan is a free shot sometimes given a golfer in friendly play when the last shot was poorly played, and a whiff is when a golfer swings and miss the ball entirely. Kidd is actually in the 6th grade, Killer in 8th. But they've both been given special permission to take shop.
Two outsiders with nothing in common other than having no friends. Both new to the school, Kidd too young, Killer too old.
Maybe not friends, but its nice to have one class where not everyone actively tries to disclude you.
Chapters will likely be short, a class by class look as the two move though the school year.
Southbound Hearts by Mekachu04
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex
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Rating: Mature
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex
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Its a light rain, warm fresh water splashing his face, the edge of a tropic storm building on the horizon. It picks at his memory, like a forgotten dream, a lullaby from the few calm points of his childhood; a point of peace where he knew he was going to die, but that was okay. He's thirteen again, and his world is ending, but it's okay, because he wasn't alone anymore.
Corazon is standing at the front of their tiny ship, staring out at the storm with a look of worry. He was just as Law remembered him, large and imposing as equal as soft and kind.
It was a nice dream to die in, Law supposed.





