#galactic guns

9. Underwater kiss + 🚬 erm... I guess he got an accidental name reveal..

The fact this beach wasn’t frozen over was amazing. The train dropped them off there, before disappearing into the trees. What a nonsense world they had come to regard as normal…

Bone didn’t even hesitate. Fae rushed for the water with a kick in faers step. Everyone else, the whole gang was murmuring and talking about what to do. Some had towels, planning to just relax in this moderately warm pocket of the world. Terry had other ideas.

Bone couldn’t swim, yet Bone was standing where the tide could come up to faers waist. Fae just giggled, reveling in the lukewarm water. “Hey sport,” Terry called.

Fae looked back at him, questioning. Terry was glad he already had a bathing suit on. Bone though… “You just gonna run all the way out there in your leathers?”

With panic, Bone looked over faerself. Had fae seriously forgotten? Terry just laughed as Bone looked back at him. “Throw suit,” fae pleaded.

“It was on the train,” Terry replied with a laugh.

Bone flushed bright. “Hey, that’s alright. Not like those are mission leathers!”

Terry stood by faer now, done up in red and white stripes. His grin was drenched in sleaze… “You do gotta get punished though. Those were expensive, and wasn’t I the one who bought them for you?”

“Yes,” fae whimpered.

“Alright. Here it comes!”

The both hit the water with a splash. Bone had been practically tackled. Terry didn’t need to breathe, and the mask had a backup of a few minutes worth of filtered air for circumstances like these—for times when there was nothing filterable. So he was at full liberty to pepper his dead eye in kisses, who could only squirm on the red sand.

“Yield! I yield,” came muffled from the mask.

“Nope!” A few more kisses. “You know the rules,” and it was bubbled and muddled by the water.

Finally, some of that pink light seemed to be hiding in his chest. Bone knew where it was going. The mask was yanked off, Terry kissing faer again. If they weren’t indoors on base, it seemed like every kiss was Terry breathing for faer. The water did add a layer of romanticism to that idea that wasn’t normally there, however.

When he pulled away, Bone finally knocked him off of faer. His head popped out of the water laughing, hair sticking to his scalp, his face, his head in general. Bone came up next, dumping water out of faers mask. “Unfair,” Bone called.

“That’s what you like, ain’t it?”

Bone growled with no malice to it, rolling faers eyes.

15. Kiss on a dare + Xigbar... I decided to return to my roots a bit for this one. If you were in fandom back when these were common, you get a veteran's discount.

The basket was filled with all sorts of items. Xavyn was sat in the circle, waiting while Deymx shook it up. Out of everyone playing, there was them two, Axel, Xigbar, Luxord, and Marluxia. He particularly seemed to be disinterested, and it made Xavyn wonder why he was even playing.

“Alright!” Deymx held out the basket with both hands, top on it. It was wicker and old, but it worked. “Who first?”

Xigbar stood without needing anyone to prompt him more than that. “If I don’t go first, we know exactly who will.”

“Not quite my usual gamble,” Luxord contested. Yet, he didn’t disagree further. So Xigbar came to take the basket from Deymx, sliding the lid aside only as much as to put his hand in.

“No peeking,” Deymx reminded him.

Xigbar rolled his eye. “Yeah, yeah.”

Each thing was made of paper, though the gloves everyone wore didn’t make that mean much. They were all origami, though the ones who couldn’t do that very well had to have someone else make them. That someone else was Marluxia. Maybe that’s why he was even playing: he just wanted to see his work.

From the basket, Xigbar pulled a star. All eyes immediately landed on Xavyn. “What? Anyone could’ve picked a star!”

“Isn’t one of your keyblades comet themed,” Deymx asked. Then he chuckled a hissing sort of chuckle, like he was trying hard to not laugh.

“Well!”

“Not mine,” Luxord said, starting a chain reaction.

Marluxia shook his head. “I made a flower, as to not cause confusion.”

“Not mine either,” Deymx confirmed.

Axel had been holding in chuckles the whole time, and now he finally let some out. “Nope,” he muttered.

Xigbar smirked. “I’m standing up here, so it’d be real awkward if I pulled my own origami.”

Xavyn stood in a huff. “Fine!” Xigbar left the basket in Deymx’s hands as Xavyn came to stand by him. “It’s seven minutes, right?”

“Seven minutes in heaven,” Xigbar half sang.

“Shut up!” Xavyn’s face was beet red.

Deymx gave them both a weak shove. “Alright, the closet’s right outside in the hall! I’ll come grab you when those seven minutes are up.”

“I’ll come grab you,” Axel chimed. “He’ll forget.”

Deymx didn’t defend himself. He just shrugged, leaving Xigbar to take Xavyn by the arm. “Alright, let’s go.”

He more guided faer than pulled faer along. Once they were actually in the closet, neither of them could really see. Xavyn felt for a light switch, but there was none. Xigbar asked right after fae had confirmed that—“lights?”

“Nope.” Xavyn turned vaguely his direction, guided by his voice. “This thing’s pretty empty… Just a few spare coats. This is out in the hall, so I expected a broom or something.”

“Nah, that closet is closer to Saix’s room.”

“I see…”

Xavyn realized he had come closer—the shift of fabric was followed by hot breath and a voice in faers ear. “Well? The whole point of this is to fool around!”

“You’re the one who scouted me. Is this even appropriate?”

He scoffed. “Since when have we been appropriate with each other?”

“Fair enough.” Xavyn felt a bit, and Xigbar paused. Scruff and scar signified that fae finally found his face, and fae leaned right in.

Xigbar gladly deepened the kiss. He drove everything forward—he was the one who tested the waters with his tongue. Xavyn reciprocated gladly. For a moment, fae was upset they only had seven minutes. A little part of faer wanted this all to turn into heavy petting, and where ever that took them would’ve been between them and god.

He seemed far less embarrassed by the idea of being walked in on. Xavyn broke the kiss as he palmed at—“hey! What if Axel just swings the door open?”

“You’re hard as a rock, c’mon.” He chuckled. “I bet you’d be into getting caught anyway.”

“Xigbar!”

16. Kiss while being carried + Xigbar. I thought a little pre-relationship madness would be cute hehe!

“Kid, this is a bust!”

Xavyn’s keyblade dropped to faers side, looking back at him. “Xigbar, if you just let me try Royal Form—“

But he was at faers side in a second. “Sorry, but that ain’t happening.”

The heartless were closing in upon them, too many and too strong for anything but a retreat. Xigbar maybe could’ve handled this on his own, but not babysitting a trigger happy trainee… He grabbed faer by the wrist, but Xavyn tried to wrench it away. “Xigbar, seriously!”

He decidedly didn’t need the man, the myth, the legend getting let out and potentially triggered by such a sight though. They were both on the ceiling in minutes, reappearing with Xavyn held up off the wall of the ceiling by his arms. Fae looked nearly scandalized by the whole thing, though it was buried under terror over how high up they were.

When Xavyn didn’t try to keep arguing, Xigbar spoke instead. “Trust me, alright? Royal Form wouldn’t help us even a bit here.”

Some of the flying heartless seemed to already spot them. At least they weren’t cornered anymore. Xavyn was giving him that intent look again though—and he prepared himself to rebuttal another dumb plea to set loose the beast. Instead though, fae reached up with one hand for his cheek… Fingertips grazed it as Xavyn smiled a bit.

“Alright. I have a better idea.” Xavyn leaned up closer to his face a little, and Xigbar for once was caught off guard. “Drive forms are supposed to come from my allies, right?”

“And that’s why Royal Form is such a bad idea,” he grumbled. “We aren’t even sure where it comes from.”

“Right. So—“ and that’s when he got to find out what this plan was. Xavyn leaned right in and kissed him, and he nearly dropped faer out of shock. What were they at this point?

Xavyn pulled away with a spark of light. Now fae stood where he’d been, keyblade morphed into what fae could only call the fucked up lovechild of a gunblade and a chainsaw. If only fae had a mirror—did he give faer gray streaks?

“Hurry up before this plan proves to be a bust,” came Xigbar’s voice from within the transformation.

“You got it, sharp shot!”

And he wouldn’t admit it if asked, but he was a little flustered over the way Xavyn cleanly shot a heartless’ attack right out of the air.

2. Kiss on cheek + Strange. I went with general canon for this since I'm still feeling out Gotham canon, and I'm not 110 on how this prompt would look with their Gotham variants.

Fae had honestly become complacent with injections over time. Strange’s mild refusal to give faer any kind of pill form of the nightly sedative seemed to be amazing exposure therapy. Maybe that’s why fae reacted so much less than the first time they ever had to employ an IV. Back when fae first threw faerself into his care, Kronos didn’t stop him… But Kronos did cry the entire time. Now though, Kronos stared numbly at faers wrist.

“Oh, you’re supposed to tape those down?”

He looked incredulous at the idea—“what doctor did you have who didn’t tape it down?”

“When I was a kid.” Kronos shook faers head. “I guess taping it makes sense. You don’t want it to slide out, or whatever.”

“You don’t.” His hand rested on the restraints then. “Though I suppose movement wouldn’t knock it loose, now would it?”

“No,” fae mumbled. Speaking louder, “was restraining my head really necessary though? Are any of them?”

“Despite your willingness, vivisection can still be an incredibly stressful experience.”

“Despite your clinical attitude, I know you’re doing this to get off to.” Kronos locked eyes with him, smiling lopsidedly. “If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have worked so hard to make sure I could still feel it. I mean, what’s the point? If not for your own fun, what then?”

Strange circled around the table, maybe too endeared by faers forwardness. “You’d be correct. There’s no point lying to you over it.”

Kronos’ heart skipped a beat when he leaned down, only to kiss faers cheek. He looked maybe reverent in some erotic meaning of the word. He spoke first: “And I appreciate that compliance.”

That was basically an I love you for him—so maybe that’s why faers face flushed so bright red. “Right. Any time.”

“Any time? Don’t entice me,” he joked. “Otherwise this may become a regular occurrence.”

Kronos hesitated. “Can you do that again?”

Strange’s turn. He paused. “Do what?”

When Kronos just looked away out the corner of faers eye, he smirked. “Ah.” And fae got a second one on the same cheek, red creeping down faers neck. “You can be quite easy to please.”

“Shut up. When does this shit kick in?”

“Give it another minute or two.”

Deep breath. Kronos tried to not, but couldn’t. “Okay,” fae opted for instead.

10. Kiss in the rain + 🚬 HEHEHEEEE KISSY IN THE RAIN!

There was a sound against the ceiling. Bone froze, stopping mid-sentence. Terry was going to ask why, but then he looked up. No mistaking it—that muffled pitter-patter was—“rain!”

Bone rushed for the room’s exit. For the entire place’s exit, actually. Terry was only able to follow as smoke, taking on a person’s form again when he’d gotten back to faers side. Fae stood just outside. He came in time to watch faer rip off the bandana. Next came the glasses, plucked off as fae looked up at the sky.

Eyes engulfed bright, neon, deadly magenta stared up in utter joy as the rain hit faers face. Terry smiled softly, putting a hand on faers arm. “It’s been a while since it’s rained…”

“Yeah,” Bone agreed.

Some of that smoke was coming up over Terry’s head, semi-solid until it was real. Until it was a makeshift umbrella. Of course, it avoided Bone. He’d hate to kill the mood for faer.

“Not acid rain, not blood, not some other horrifying shit. Just rain.” Terry put a gloved hand out from under his umbrella, reveling in it just a little. “We’ve been lousy with good luck lately.”

“Hope not change,” Bone scoffed.

“Yeah, same here, Sport.” There was hesitance… Then he ran a hand through Bone’s hair. “Hey.”

Bone looked over in time for him to take a long drag off his cigarette. Fae got it instantly. The face mask came unhooked. Fae leaned in for that kiss—and he breathed pink right into faers lungs. It was a careful game, but it was one Bone savored. When he pulled away, the smoke came with it. Bone looked far more a mess than he did, all perfect smiles and well kept features.

“Now put that back on before you have an attack,” he tried with a giggle.

“Right!” Bone laughed too, strapping the face mask back on with as much speed as faers hands could supply. “Right.”

4. Surprise kiss + Hook OHHHHH YOU GUYS SAW "AND IF YOU WANNA EMBARRASS ME" AND DECIDED IT WAS TIME! ALSO PRE-RELATIONSHIP AND ALSO CLUMSY AF SORRY!

He was focused on a map. Glumiko was pretending to look at it too from the other end of the table, but all of it was lost on faer. Maybe map reading was the kind of thing they had to teach humans too. What fae did know was that he was tracing out directions, mumbling in English Glumiko was getting better and better at deciphering.

“Ah, hey wait!” Then Glumiko realized, pointing a finger at a mountain on the map of the island. “I used to live there!”

“Really?”

Fae nodded. “There’s a hot spring, um…” It took Glumiko a moment, but then fae left a drop of ink on the leftmost side of the base. There were all trees drawn there, but “if you pass by the trees, there’s a hot spring. We all liked bathing in it!”

Now this was something he could use. “Well—do you know the rest of the island?”

“Well, sure!” Glumiko licked a little ink off faers finger, not wanting to ruin this map like the last one… “Over here is where we used to eat! And then this shore is where we’d do all our fishing. Sharks and stuff don’t like it there, so it was always safe! Even if one did show up, we had a few tough guys willing to give them a good punch in the nose! Come to think of it, that’s probably why sharks didn’t like it there…”

“We could dock there,” and he was already working off of what Glumiko had given him. “And—“

But fae cut in. “And then over here, that’s where Pan always came from.” Something dark came over his expression, but Glumiko trekked on oblivious. “He would try to rope us into pranks and schemes. Lots of the squid people didn’t trust him, but the younger ones always did. Though I guess younger for us means something real different than it does for humans. He once tried to bribe me with baklava for a game he wanted to play.”

“And…” He at least had the grace to chose his words carefully. “How often does Peter Pan visit this island?”

“Depends.” Glumiko looked like fae had finally caught on. “Once a week, if he’s in the mood. It always seemed like the mood hit him in summer, and it is summer…”

“This might just be a blessing in disguise,” Hook muttered.

Glumiko knew where this was going. Fae was all shark toothed smiles. “So you can get treasure and revenge!”

He still seemed to be considering it though. Glumiko’s smile faltered a bit. “Yes, I could…” But the idea seemed to be a hit, judging by the way he looked at faer. “I could!”

And that’s when he kissed faer. Maybe it was just because he was so excited—Glumiko didn’t know what human rituals entailed! All fae knew was that when he pulled away, calling for Smee and all kinds of arrangements…

I'm answering these kind of randomly don't mind that ehehe

Xigbar and Xayvn have TECHNICALLY been on dates. None of them were planned, but Saix very quickly found a problem with assigning them both a mission: they inevitably wouldn't do it. They'd much rather skip town for ice cream and laughs than take care of what needed taking care of (for the most part.)

Xigbar's approach was usually to speedrun the task at hand, whereas Xavyn is the one who more openly encouraged straight up not doing it. Whatever it was, the expected mission time would be doubled by the hijinks, lowjinks, and midjinks they got into. Never send them somewhere with a circus in town, Xavyn will drag Xigbar away immediately to go see it. Similarly, a shooting range is a really good way to convince Xigbar away from their goals.

They were never official dates, but they were all dates nevertheless.

And 🚬!!!! Much like Strange, he's a man of culture. Revolutionaries still can have taste, even if 🚬 and 🦴 have different ideas of a good time. Faers favorite place to be is with a gun in one hand, a knife in the other, and the sweet, blaring sound of Blood Sex and Drugs techno.

If 🚬 picks the festivities though, a night out with him looks much more refined. Nice wine, a dinner place he has to wear a disguise to even get into... Disguising 🦴 can be difficult, but if breaking into the cities is no longer an option? 🦴 is plenty content with what exists outside them. There are still nice bars out there, and 🚬 is plenty willing to blow money on his darling little Dead Eye.

That said, he still occasionally would consider a night out a night of indulging 🦴 in said rampage. Fae's a wonder to watch work! Just... Wear kevlar if you're in the audience...

Speaking of my unethical doctor, one of many for the collection...

There is a surprising amount of domestic activity the both of them can agree on. Once Kronos got some confidence, fae was very quick to "I want to perform villainy the way drag queens perform femininity." Strange is Strange, I don't know if I need to explain why domestic and him don't always look like close friends.

Kronos is more than willing to drag him to the couch to watch things together. He never cared about anime, not broader than the things Kronos shows him... But he also can't say "no" unless he's busy--there's times where he's convinced fae doesn't even look that happy in bed. Rambling away the whole time, excitedly lamenting how fae can't just spit spoilers (until being reminded that he doesn't care, please. Indulge him. What the hell is going to happen?)

And similarly, Kronos is an attentive listener. Insatiable curiosity has led to one of their calmer activities simply being bringing him things to explain. Things within his field--"so what the hell does this mean?" Even if it usually leads to him using terms Kronos also has to ask about, fae absorbs it like a sponge. At a point earlier in things, Strange was a little tempted to scold faer for not taking notes. Little did he expect faer to remember it all--to site it when asking about newer concepts fae stumbled upon... And there is contentment in them both--in him knowing fae gives a damn about the subject at hand, and in faer listening to his voice... Idly kicking faers legs, fidgeting with a half finished gadget the whole time...

AAAA OKAY I'VE BEEN PUTTING HIM OFF BECAUSE EVERY TIME I TRY TO TALK ABOUT HIM I MEOW OUT THE BODY'S MOUTH AND IT'S APPARENTLY DECENT ENOUGH TO MAKE MY CAT GIVE US LOOKS AND STUFF BECAUSE WHENEVER I TALK ABOUT HOOK I JUST GO

LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL TRYING TO DESCRIBE THINGS ABOUT HER CRUSH I'M SO SORRY IF THIS SECTION IS LARGELY INCOHERENT!!!!

(fun fact, she bounces on time to the song I used as an example of "blood, sex, and drugs" techno.)

Glumiko didn't really know what to expect from human food, because basically everything the inky squid people ate was raw. They just kind of ate what they catched. The closest fae would get before getting with The Man Himself was people who dropped food while fae hung around the docks, but... That was mostly spilled liquor, and it gave faer a very funny impression of what exactly humans were eating up there.

Glumiko's first encounter real with rum was expectedly hectic and not relevant to discuss other than the fact that it turns out: getting the people made of ink drunk means you have lots of ink to clean later.

Inevitably, anything with fish Hook presented was received with less hesitance. Glumiko could probably tell you more about half those fish than anyone on board ever knew, too. He did accidentally give faer a taste for pork though. Turns out: squid people were missing out. Pig was where it was fucking AT.

He made pulled pork and it fucking blew faers mind.