2026.06.17 - 2026.05.15

[mekachu04]

KiKi first kiss idea, sometime at the start of their piracy era

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It's their first /real/ fight and it was glorious. Kidd and company had definitely bit off too much but no one was willing to turn tail now - not this soon into their journey.

They would power through and either come out the winner or meet Davy Jones.

And the Master of the Deep would just have to wait play host to someone else tonight.

They were bloody and bruised and Killer may have lost a tooth when his mask didn't hold up as well as they were hoping. But they were whole and alive.

And Victorious.

They might still just be known loosely as Eustass Kidd's Pirates – better than the Kutzk Pirates early rumors had tried calling them - and their Jolly Roger needed some work - no personality yet - but they /were/ Pirates and no government was ever going to tell them how to live their lives ever again.

Emotions and adrenaline were still high- and maybe the concussion and blood loss making a few crew loopy - as the four commanders made their way back to the Punk.

Heat and Wire made it back first to an uproar of cheers from those who'd stayed back to defend the ship.

Killer was next- half his mask missing and his bell clearly rung by the daze look to him- but he threw up both arms to the cheering crew, before hugging the other commanders, battle high in full swing as he kissed them both on the check. Well... his mask got in the way but the intent was there. Wire looked baffled by the action, but Heat grinned and kissed his exposed cheek back before turns to throw up arms again for the crew to cheer.

Kidd was last - having made sure none of their people were still out in the flotsam.

As soon as he set foot on deck the crew cheered again and Kidd was already grinning like a loon, but his face somehow lit up brighter by the praise.

After a "huzzah" or three, Wire patted him on the back and Heat untangled himself from Killer to punch Kidd's shoulder in congrats.

Still high on his own wins, Killer kissed Kidd's cheek too, arm slung over his should and turning to get the crew to cheer again, which they gleefully did.

Kidd soaked in the spot light but he found himself distracted. He'd forgotten how Killer looked in victory - and emboldened by the man's arm over his shoulder, Kidd nudged the mask with his power.

Killer looked at him questioningly then.

In maybe the biggest overstep since he was 14 - Kidd reached up and slid the mask up just enough for Killer's lips to show. His lips, and the light chin fuzz that Kidd was trying not to be jealous of and the bold blue lip colour Killer'd been chasing down in markets lately.

Killer could still stare out at him from the new busted patch in his mask. Blue eyes watching intently for Kidd to do something.

So Kidd did.

In full view of crew, Kidd reached across to cup that chin of peach fuzz in his free hand and he kissed Killer full on the lips. Maybe still chaste, but nothing about it gentle.

He kissed until he felt Killer's hand on his shoulder tighten, felt the knuckles on Killer's free hand brush Kidd's wrist, but didn't stop him.

Kidd pulled away, beaming when Killer's expression back was one of awe. The crew's chaos drowned out any attempts at words.

Fuck it. Words were cheap anyway. Regardless, Kidd was pretty sure Killer'd had just given him the okay.

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