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emojellyace08 · 5 months

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Lookism Random Headcannons (Because why not?)

Read the recent chapter recently and I am excited about the King of Soul's entrance (if ever)

Daniel watches anime since he thinks it's more entertaining than dramas. At some point he also wanted to become a manga artist but quickly gave up on it. His favorite is probably the classics (Naruto, One Piece, One Punch Man, DBZ, and he also likes the recent ones.)

Zack and Johan used to watch WWE matches together while Mira scolds them that they scream too loud when they're watching Royal Rumble lmao.

Undertaker was Johan's favorite WWE wrestler but thinking about it makes Johan embarrassed since he doesn't want to be seen as an edge lord or "emo or a goth" lol. Zack Lee's favorites are probably Edge, Brock Lesnar, and Randy Orton (idk I watch a little bit of WWE in my free time don't blame me).

Since Jay lived mostly alone in his apartment for who knows how long, he was thought by his butler to cook his own food since he doesn't really want to depend on them fully and make them exhausted. (Plus he's mostly bored, so why not cook and bake?) He almost burned his apartment once trying to fry an egg at first.

Hudson might not admit it but he also binges anime like Daniel. He believes that Makima sucks and the ones who defends her are simps (I mean she's a well written antagonist but her personality is a no).

Goo Kim = Cat Girl/ Cat Boy enthusiast (likes wearing low-budgeted cosplays A LOT for his own entertainment).

Goo Kim had stolen Gun's credit cards for his own shopping spree. Not once, not twice, but MANY TIMES.

Samuel might not admit it but he actually likes Jake and Big Deal. He just keeps denying it because of his ego issues.

Jerry had once owned a winter dwarf pet hamster. He properly took care for it for like 2 years and named her Bisky. But since hamsters have short lifespans, it died later on and he cried and didn't sleep well the following days since he missed her deeply. The shrine of it is still staying still on his backyard and he mostly replaces the flowers everyday or i he's not busy to pay tribute to her.

Daniel wanted to learn how to play the guitar or a ukulele but since his mom was struggling with their budget he cannot ask her to buy him one.

Jay can play drums (and teaches Daniel when having sleep overs!)

Mary can play bass and a little bit of guitar. And she secretly listens to rock, metal, and the alternative style of music since she doesn't want to be teased as emo by Vin the asshole lmao.

Avril Lavigne is the reason why Mary dyed her hair blonde you can't change my mind (not forcing you but listen to her music IT'S SO GOOD). She would like to have a friend (if not a girl friend not a girlfriend) who shares the same music taste with her to start a band.

Zack and Vin Jin used to bully kids on Roblox to boost their ego (Zack stopped because of his character development but probably Vin still does it lol).

Younger Kouji had once ate lots of candies and sweets to be "smart like L" from Death Note but almost got diabetes.

Gun and DG wears lip balms to keep their lips plump and smooth. DG had once teased Gun about being a model while Gun just smirks about it.

Mira SECRETLY LIKES Ayesha Erotica's music because of the edits on TikTok but since it's mostly explicit she's refraining to add her compositions on her Spotify playlists.

Since Vasco is mostly hardworking, there are times that he passes the exams (with the help of Jace and other Burn Knuckle members). But he just cannot push himself more to pass the Mathematics exams.

Eli had once tried to kiss Warren after their fight because of his innocence and curiosity before all the Hostel Drama. (I personally don't ship them but I just feel like it's something past Eli would do). They both cringe when they both remember it.

Doo Lee was once a Twitter influencer but because of his past dramas he was cancelled in social media.

Jibeom accidentally smashed Jihan's face when they were little when they are trying to imitate WWE stunts. Jichang was surprised to see his little brother's teeth getting cracked and falling off and he just didn't cried (it was Jibeom who shed tears because of guilt lol).

Crystal is a big fan of "vintage-core" or everything around the older eras because she believes that it doesn't only represents the beauty and evolution of human pop-culture but it also represents history. She always won on auctions to buy antique stuff and mostly donate it on museums to preserve it's structure while she kept some on her room. She almost got canceled by bidding on an authentic Marilyn Monroe's lipstick but she later on posted on Twitter that she donated it on a museum (which is not a fake news).

Gun doesn't eat too much fast-food products because he believes it's unhealthy and has chemicals to make the customers' crave for more (Goo teases him about this by dramatically eating an order of a large McDonald's French Fries in front of his annoyed face).

Ryuhei never kissed a woman in his life because of his nervousness. He secretly was weirded out by it so he lies that he had slept with many women to not be bullied by other people.

Vasco doesn't know how to properly wear a watch and a belt (ngl same I'm that stupid). He also doesn't know how to tie his shoe lace.

Jace prefers dark-chocolate rather than milk or white chocolate. Because he believes that since it has more cocoa content it can boost more of his energy and sharpen his mind and focus especially when taking his exams and quizzes.

Sally's favorite color was purple as she planned to dye her hair with her color of choice with a mix of indigo. But since she's afraid that it won't suit her, she changed her plans and went on to dye her hair with strawberry pink. She didn't expected it to look magnificent on her since Warren complimented her, so after that her favorite color was switched to baby or strawberry pink.

Mitsuki thinks that K-Pop music is cringe but she secretly has BTS, Twice, and Blackpink on her Spotify playlists. Ryuhei found out about this and she was pissed off up until this day lol.

Doo Lee once had a girlfriend who uses him for the money. She later on cheated with a new "handsome and charming" guy and when Doo found out he was FURIOUS. He later on was captured on camera beating the dude and when people found out he was canceled again on social media (pretty privileges never ends). He later on begged Daniel and Duke to make an apology video for him which looks so weird and scripted since Doo was pushing them. But luckily the drama heated down.

Magami Kenta's favorite vape flavors are watermelon, strawberry, and coffee.

Joy is very talented and skilled with nail art and she sells her products in a decent price even if it's REALLY DETAILED and well-crafted.

Sinu Han is a COMIC BOY FAN. Whether it's DC Comics, Marvel Comics, or even manga he's going to buy it. He later on posted on Twitter about how Gojo shouldn't have died since he relates to him so much (he was later on bullied by Samuel that he sounds like a weeb lmao).

#lookism fic #lookism headcanons

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samnia · 2 years

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Hunter x hunter Halloween imagines

brother how about we go to that house next? !" Alluka jumped in excitement "yeah, sure" killua nodded joyful to see his little sister happy, Killua walked casully holding his custome chocolate robot candybag alluka and him crafted for fun.

, while alluka skipped holding her blue striped bag with many neon colors on it likewise stickers were a must for her, And little doodles of her and Killua companied with nanika holding hands. The drawing unsettled kids passing but they just thought it was an OC nothin more.

Both figures walked on the sidewalk until they reached the house alluka setted eyes on. Decorated with cobwebs and tarantulas along with ghost floatups . it was dead at night so the laterns in the dark grass showed the the shadows of them with the full moon,

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Killua smirked entering the dusty house that had centuries old antique objects , that'd sell for Billions in markets today. but the reason behind the smirk is an image in his head full of a room with chocolate robots stuffing his mouth full

"killua , what are we doing again?" Gon impiled, confused "Hunting for paranormal if it isn't obviously" Oh yeah, gon And killua are ghost haunting areas that city locals are afraid to go in, They prepped a nen infused Spirit / Ghost detecter . now alls left is to explore! "Hey what's that sound phinks?" Shalnark questioned in another room "I don't know, wanna find out?" Phinks snapped but not necessarily "boss. said. scavenge. room. Not. look.for.fights." feitan protests

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"AHHH!" Leorio yelped trying to gain balance "told you the old man can't be cool or do simple things .." killua lectured, gon didn't pay attention, focusing hopping the train carts and going left to avoid getting hit by one. ".. are you sure we should be trying Subway Surfers in real life?" Kurapika wondered knowing the right answer though, while staying sat on an train "watch out kurapika!" - gon

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"ah! Which one should i pick alluka?" Bisky asked her temporay assistant, "woo! That one is really pretty!" Alluka said pointing the the emerald green brooch "which one should i pick?" Alluka said wanting an answer "that one would look absolutely adorabes on you!" She said pointing to the brooch with an RoseQuartz edging and an locket? Seems that it should be a picture placed there "oh, lady bisky how about we take a picture and put it inside of here?" Alluka invited her too "of course!"

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"oh so we're shoplifting?" Shizuku said finally getting the picture "yeah!, Whoever shoplifts the most candy gets an ancient artifact we've found!" Shalnark declared war in the dimly lit building "so what happens to the candy shalnark?" Pakuounda asked "we're donating it to kids in Metor City ONLY" shalnark made it clear. an loud thud was heard as they saw uvogin stand hyped from the description of

the game. "Hell yeah! I've been waiting for some fun like this!" Only for chrollo to close his book mannerly and tell the bandits something "this sounds interesting. ill be joining" the troupe hid there shock faces seeing the head of the spider joining the fun "will you mind if i tag in?" Kalluto dibbed in, with a smirk hidding behind his fan . "hmm~" everybody's eyes shot a glare soon as hisoka dared to say. "Well the encore has been delayed already, ill join♣️"

Your still here? THANK YOUUU !!

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stilldecidingstrawberry · 2 years

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My Anime Top Ten

It’s been about six months since I posted my last top 10, and I have watched A LOT of content. So here is my current top ten as of April, 2022 :)

10. Komi Can’t Communicate

The more anime I watch, the more I realize I gravitate to feel good shows. This show made me so happy. The art style was satisfying, the characters were great, and the story was so adorable. I can’t wait for season two to come out! Plus, the opening was such a bop.

9. Mob Psycho 100

The message of this show was great. Also, the mentor/mentee relationship between Mob and Reigen made me laugh. Mob is so precious and I would protect him with my life. I wish only the best for him during his endeavors.

8. Fruits Basket

This show is really sold on the rewatch. You see how the relationships come together, you pick up on details you missed, you understand the story better. Momiji continues to be the best character. Mad props to Fruits Basket for ACTUALLY BEING A COMPLETE SERIES. I’m looking at you, every other romcom in history.

7. Barakamon

On my previous list as well, this show is the absolute sweetest. Happy feelings, happy vibes, sweet, sweet serotonin baby. Wholesome as fuck. To live on a beautiful island and work on your art surrounded by your found family. Oh yeah baby it’s all coming together.

6. Kamisama Kiss

Once again, may I bring your attention to Tomoe. Such a great concept. Need me a familiar. In any case, this romcom remains my favorite. Nanami is such a fun main character, and I will love the opening until the day I die.

5. Attack On Titan

Top five bby! This show continues to keep me on the edge of my seat. Catch me watching the Final Season part 69 in the nursing home. I do miss the old art style tho.

4. Monthly Girls Nozaki-Kun

Still the best. I wish there were a million episodes of their shenanigans. I would pay top dollar.

3. Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood.

If you know me IRL I’ve probably tried to get you to watch this one. It’s what got me hooked on anime, and I’ve been chasing that high ever since.

2. HunterxHunter

Still absolutely in love with this show. Rewatching it as I type. It’s so sweet seeing the gang get together again and again. I love the zoldycks, I love the phantom troupe, I love bisky, I love my sons, Gon and Killua. Sweet sweet boys, one may be an assassin but oh well.

1. Haikyu

Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary friends, we made it. This show is peak happiness to me. The humor is my humor, the triumphs are so relatable, the growth is inspiring. It has become my comfort show. I love these volleyball boys.

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shirophantomvox · 3 years

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Analyzing Killua Zoldyck's Character

Illumi Analysis| Hisoka Analysis| Chrollo Anaysis|

What’s up y’all?! I’ve had at least 2 cups of coffee this morning and I am ready to write my butt off! This post will be about Killua Zoldyck, my second favorite character and you will know why by the end. If you’d like me to write about your favorite character, Be sure to send me a message and I will get on it ASAP.

Here we go!

I saw Killua for the first time on Tumblr. Someone created various icons for several anime characters and edited them. They were all aesthetically pleasing but for some reason, his picture stood out. Now that I look harder, it is because he was holding a Pepsi can instead of the off-brand one they drew for him in the cartoon. I noticed everyone on TikTok and Twitter had the very same icon as their profile picture (usually those that like to troll and say racist things to others). Once I started watching Hunter x Hunter, I realized the character immediately. Thank you for your edits!

Killua Zoldyck is the youngest child in the family and is the only child that developed a mind for his own.

Instead of taking the pleasure of killing, he runs/avoids and achieves this by becoming friends with Gon. It’s interesting to think that no one in the Zoldyck family wants to kill for fun except for Illumi.

I remember Zeno telling Chrollo: “Do you think I enjoy killing?”.

This makes me think that the family’s job is to destroy enemies that are a threat to society. Are the Zoldyck’s taking on the role of cops or an extension of such? If that statement is true why does Illumi take pleasure in abusing his power when his own grandfather only does it when criminals are involved? Granted, Silva and Zeno’s reasoning for brutally fighting criminals isn’t legal, and (to me) are considered to be vigilantes, at least they don’t go around doing the horrible things like how Illumi and Hisoka do.

This very reason why Killua ran away from home. He decided to rebel against his mother and implied: “Fuck you. I’m going to do what I want.” Killua and his siblings are victims of child abuse and show that they deal with that abuse in different ways. Killua masks his abilities in public and tries to keep them under control, Kalluto seems to be very quiet and obedient, Milluki is just as abusive as Illumi, and we already know about Illumi. Milluki is physically abusive; this can be seen when he is whipping Killua for running away and threatens to destroy Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio while Illumi plays mind games on Killua and uses his Nen to do the trick.

Killua’s character is very special and in a way takes the lead as the main character instead of Gon. I don’t know if that was intentional or not. Killua is a 12-year-old boy who leaves home to escape his abusive home and see the world for his own. During phase 1 of Hunter’s Exam, he instantly clicks with Gon; probably because he’s the only 12-year-old there. They constantly challenge each other to see who will win and who will buy dinner or some other reward. Because of his abusive home, Killua often masks his feelings. This is noticeable every time Gon talks about him being his best friend and he always reacts as if he’s embarrassed by it.

Gon is his shield from going bat-shit crazy like his family. They both have faced opponents (like Hisoka and others) where Killua could have unleashed his assassin abilities but didn’t. Yes, some of the opponents are stronger than him, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

Killua is the best friend Gon could ever have. Since he knows about aura and any supernatural abilities, this is why he stops Gon and even insults him for pushing himself too far. Killua stopped Gon from using too much aura in the past especially once Kite’s arm was cut off by Pitou. Because Killua wasn’t there to stop him when fighting Pitou, this resulted in Gon’s downfall. Did Killua believe it was his fault that Gon almost died? He isn’t responsible for Gon’s actions but he focused so much on running away from his “demons” and masking his temper by maintaining his friendship that he wasn’t paying attention to Gon’s noticeable and developing temper.

Killua Zoldyck is a child that suffered from abuse and to escape that reality, he runs away, takes Hunter’s Exam only to match with his brother, chooses defeat, and then kills an opponent, not of his own free will.

But wait, there’s more.

After being rescued from his prison of a home, he goes to Heaven’s Arena, met Zushi and his teacher, develop Nen, follows the Phantom Troupe around and somehow managed to survive that, meet Bisky, join a game to get closer to Ging, witnesses Gon disappearing, trying to form a relationship with Alluka, and then tries to heal Gon with a quickness.

Whew, chile!

At the beginning of the show, it appeared as if Killua was taking on too much and only did so to keep his mind off what he escaped from.

One thing to point out is Killua’s motivation to heal Gon no matter what. It is implied that he doesn’t care what will happen to him or anyone else as long as Gon can live again.

Wait.

Isn’t that along the lines of what Gon said about getting revenge for Kite? He didn’t care about what happened to him? Hmmmm. I guess they’re very similar after all!

Killua and Gon are BFFs and will do anything for each other. Friendships in real life should be this way; let’s follow his fictional example.

Face

Killua’s face is the typical shape for someone his age. His eyes are wide, as blue as the morning sky, and honestly, I wish he’d smile more. Even though he is 12 years old, he still has a babyface.

Hair

Killua’s hair color is very similar to Princess Allura’s and Lotor’s. According to verywellmind.com, the color white represents innocence and purity. Ironically, Lotor and Killua are the opposite of that while Allura has maintained her innocence. Killua’s unique hair color and hairstyle are amazing! I love how it stays in shape while he is fighting or running.

Clothes

Regarding clothes, he is JUST like his brother. Again, Illumi irks me, but they both have a great taste in fashion. Through the show, Killua changes his clothes more than Gon, which is funny. I guess if Gon changed his clothes too much it would take away from his character. Killua’s default style contains a sleeveless white shirt with a purple one underneath, basketball shorts, and gym shoes. Just look at these outfit changes! This is why Killua is my 2nd favorite character in this show.

Behavior

As stated before, Killua cares more about others. This is ironic because the Zoldyck family only cares about themselves or their family while Killua feels the complete opposite. It’s almost as if he trusts strangers more than his own family. A common phrase: “She/He turned to the streets” that I’ve heard in my hometown can be applied here. Killua probably hates his family and turned to strangers to find love and comfort since they neglected that. He is also the only one that tries to develop a relationship with Alluka. At first, I thought “Wow he’s only developing a relationship with her to heal Gon” but then I realized it was bigger than that. Alluka has been separated from her family because of her dangerous abilities. She will demand something and if that person doesn’t fulfill her demands, they will suffer horribly. Killua learns that Alluka has a healing ability and while Illumi complains that Killua was hiding rules from him, he never took the chance to talk to him about it and continued to threaten Alluka. The family “banished” her to a confined room for who knows how long because, apparently, she had been possessed by a demon from the Dark Continent and they do not know when it happened. Despite knowing that Killua could parish with the rest, he still develops a relationship with her. He is the true example of excepting someone for who they are. As far as I’m concerned, running away was the best decision he made. It saved his life and in return, he’s going to save another. I do find it ironic that something considered to be so dark has the power to bring something back to life when usually it’s something bright like a light...interesting. You all know what I’m saying. Most television shows only portray angles to heal others while demons only seek to destroy. The Zoldyck family is wrong for pushing Alluka away. How could you do that to your own kid? Shit, you should be blaming yourself for not watching her and allowing the demon to posses her.

In conclusion, Killua is my second favorite character. He is bold, loves his friends, and isn’t afraid (anymore) to step up to people he may not win against. His character has blossomed from a young boy afraid to step up to his brother to a boy who isn’t afraid to do so. He has learned about Nen and has gone through many trials and tribulations just to say he is much stronger than before. What characters would you like to hear about next? Send me a DM!

Fin.

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fireolin · 3 years

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🙅‍♀️💰💋(Wishing Hunt, Kiss Me Better, and Sea Torn Hearts for the last)

Fanfic meme

Haha, these are challenging! 🙅‍♀️ - What is one trope you refuse to ever write? Oh, there are probably a few! But the first that springs to mind:

There's a trope within the HxH fandom where Kurapika and Leorio become Gon and Killua's parents. I totally support people enjoying this, but I refuse to ever write it. I love that the four of them are close friends, and for me, changing the dynamic to parents/children detracts from that really important and enjoyable fact. And it doesn't work for me, for reasons. I love their mutual respect as equals, even though they have different talents. They're great models of how friends can both support each other and lead each other deeper into danger. (Gon and Kurapika are both mutually supportive and combustible together.) Leorio and Kurapika are far from a place where they have all the answers. I definitely don't wish becoming parents to Gon and Killua upon them! All four are still growing up, though they're drawing on each other in mature ways. A good example in the manga is where Kurapika calls Killua to consult on how to hire Bisky! 💰- What’s one trope you wouldn’t write, except for money? I won't write ABO. But I will if you pay me $1 a word, in advance. No promises of a quality result.

💋- Fuck marry kill 3 of your own fics (asker’s choice of fics).(Wishing Hunt, Kiss Me Better, and Sea Torn Hearts for the last)

Fuck Wishing Hunt

Marry Kiss Me Better

Kill Sea Torn Hearts

Thanks so much for the ask Autumn <3 These were really good questions and I love you.

#hxh #fanfic ask meme #autumnxsunflower

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c-atm · 3 years

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--Fighting flirty short--

He opened the door, and within is a room that shouldn't be possible. Created via gem magic similar to the gem temple, was a Dojo, a football field long with a bamboo-like floor, walls adorned with melee weaponry of all types, and it's own artificial atmosphere to match the actual weather; and In the center, she stood.

She was wearing her usual outfit of A royal blue halter top leotard, a pair of mid-thigh yoga shorts of the same color with red trim. Steven raised an eyebrow and grinned as he watched his berry slip into her ready stance… Red orbs by her feet.

Connie's body lowered, her left foot pointed forward in front of her with her right following. While she held her hands in the same position, they were open-palmed, straight up as if acting as blades themselves

"Activate assault spheres Avatar mode." The researcher commanded.

Similar to a gem, a light in the form of a human-like being envelopes the sphere. Its shape is built like a quartz with a large torso, thick limbs, broad shoulders; the light fades as the body solidifies, revealing a masculine square-shaped head with no features, towering overall with its nine feet of crimson height. Standing in a low ready stance, with the orb safely within the depth of it's being. There were four in all.

"Attack."

The first swung its arm towards her head, only to have her jump back to another, which attempted to grab her. She ducked and flanked to the left before getting behind it and slamming a palm into its back, disengaging it.

She started to charge forward only to leap up to catch the first one in a lock between her legs; using the momentum, she flipped her body backward, throwing off its feet and putting its chest under her ass before she punched its stomach, Dissipate it.

" Stars, wish that was me under her butt." He said in a low, teasing voice

The third and fourth hardlight opponent attacked simultaneously. Putting her on guard and leaving no opening. For every punch she back, there was a kick to Dodge., but she held her own and was able to lay to hits on the drones knocking them back but still operational "tsch!" She grinned before hopping back and getting low again. Unaware that she was a foot away from Mister. Her form was sweaty and damped.

Heartberry brow arched, and she bit her lips as she felt a spank on her butt.

"Encouragement?" She asked in a teasing voice, swaying her hips about.

"Yeah, kick their ass." Mister teased, kissing towards her.

She returned the air kiss before charging forward at her opponents. As they both tied to grab her, she ducked into a full split.

"Oh, now you're just showing off your body control," Mister yelled.

"And it turns you on," Connie called back as she rolled on her left arm with her legs out, tripping them both before stomping on each of them, dissipating their forms, leaving her alone in the dojo center.

"Oooh, that was so good," Heartberry said with a stretch before feeling the giant palms of Steven Universe, squeezing thighs and pulling her close to his front. "Well, someone enjoyed watching." She jest impishly, giving him her neck as he laid sensual nips on the left of her collar, " is that for me?" She inquired with carnal intent swaying her 'Heart' upon his thighs, sighing slightly as he began to use his teeth.

"Good job," Mister mumbled through muffles as he continued his oral play on her collar.

"Bisky, I'm so sweaty." She swooned.

"Flavoring."

"Really?"

"Umm-hmm."

She giggled before turning around with a grin, the sun in the room giving her a glow. "Was I cool?"

Mister grinned. "You're too hot to be cool." He answered as he draped a towel over her shoulders, kissing her and evoking a moan as she returned.

"Well, -chu- lucky, we -chu- have a -chu- excellent cleansing section.-chu- at R&D." Connie finished by slipping her tongue into his mouth, resulting in a chorus of clipping and popping between their mouths.

Connie pulled away suddenly, laughing at his love-stricken face, booking his snoot. "One that you will be using to cleaned my sweaty, 'basted' body." She half-joke, as she pulled on a loop of his jeans pants, "A dip in the essence spring, sounds nice right about now."

"Really now?" Steven teased as he ran his fingers up and down her spine, getting a purr and nod.

"Yes, you missed training, so penance is to be provided." Heartberry said impishly, that legendary teasing flame of hers blazing in those raven eyes as she led him through the Western door. "and since my sweaty body did such a good job. I deserve a prize, and after a sweltering session like that, there's nothing better than..." She paused l, taking his left hand and putting it on her shoulder.

"Having you soap.." She guided his hand down to her breast.

"Soak..." To her stomach.

"Roam.." To waist

And pat me dry.." She gave off a sensual moan as his hand graced her hips and ass. "Seems like an appropriate reward from a liege to their lioness." She ended with a bit lip glance towards him, being coquettish and trying to hold in her laughter.

Her Mister's hair was standing straight up, and his skin was bright pink except for his cheeks with were almost glowing red.

'OH, that's adorable!' The minx thought as she pressed against him fully, almost shivering at warmth, dear God how it melts her. "Sounds like a fun time, right?"

'Stars and diamonds!' Steven mind was on fire at the feel of her body, 'This teasing little...' He thought as a snarl escaped his nose. He was not going to lose in this game.

"You know," Steven started as he held her close, lips to her ear, "if you want, I could always give you a nice tongue bath, like a true lion to their lioness."

"Now, why would I want you to..." Connie stopped as his heated tongue graced the back of her ear, her first balled as her toes curled, " w-w-hmm! No! You gonna listen," She huffed through flared nostrils, despite holding his head in place, "why would I-I-I- Hiiii-YAhahaha..You're in..ohh...You're in my ear now. Ok. Um," She gulped with a tremble, broken breath. Her hands running through his hair as her hips sway against him.

"Yyyuuuppah!"

"Shiva!" Connie eye twitched as he popped his lips in her now sensitive ear canal, standing on her toes as she calmed down. "C-compromise?" She breathed out.

"If you can...thoroughly clean... me without, breaking...focus..." She gulped but managed a teasing smirk. "You can give me that 'tongue bath.' Not only that. We can have a 'pamper' night tonight."

The look of pure enthusiasm on her Mister's face at the thought of a 'pamper night' knocked the lust down a peg for a more intimate fondness feeling that swelled her chest.

"Seriously," His grin big and stunning as he looked at his partner, who nodded before nuzzling in tandem with him against the bridge of his nose.

"Like I can say no to that smile, but you have to win first." She grinned at the cheeky, challenging smirk on his face.

"Let me guess; you get to be all hot and teasing as I do." He muttered, nipping at her neck, getting a swooning sigh from Connie.

"Um-Hmm." She nodded as they entered a room with an indoor spring, diamond essence infused water spilling into it, giving off a fragrant scent and rainbow-like mist. "Will you make me your clean girl..." she broke from his grasp to undo her shorts, back towards him. Leaving Connie in only her leotard.

"Or will I make you my dirty, dirty boy?"

'I'm your dirty, DIRTY MAN!' Steven announced proudly in his mind as he drunk in her visage. He had never seen her with just the leotard, so his mind was shooting off like fireworks. The tightness of the leotard against her skin played like a second skin and accentuated her bust, muscles, and curves in a way no other attire had before. The seat was more a small bikini, allowing a little of the supple flesh to be seen, and it was a bit high-cut, letting her whole legs on display. It was thrilling in a way, and he very much appreciated the cloth's hard work, especially around the hips and the shine the fabric had.

"Three minutes and counting."

Steven turned his head up towards Connie, who, despite blushing, was smiling like a fox. "What?"

"Three and a half minutes, that's how long you been eyeing me." She declared with an imps persona. "Does it really look that good on me?"

"Truthfully, yes." Steven instincts took over his words. " You're always enticing, but this..."he let out a breath "Whhhhoooo, you're completely titillating." He praised.

Connie felt her face glow and her smile widened, "thank you. I..I made it myself..for you to see...Cospheres and all." She rubbed the back of her head at his surprised look.

"This is hard-light!?" Steven reached and rubbed on her back, getting a pleasant hum from her. "Hmm...Now that I really pay attention, it does feel like Garnet outfit.."

"The shorts are hard-light too." She mentioned, enjoying his pride and surprise. "Can't even tell if you're not used to it."

"How many times we sparred, and I never knew." He grinned, standing up and cupping her cheeks before raining peck's along her face, making her squeal. "You're amazing, Heartberry."

"You're amazing, Mister." She grinned, kissing his palm before taking her face back and turning away, pointing to the clasp at the leotards' nape. "Mind helping me and then joining me?"

Steven chuckled as he undid the clasp, revealing zipper. "and what of our game?" He asked as he slowly unzipped her kissing her bare back as he did, evoking shivers throughout her body,

"Bisky..." She shook her head, getting focus, "well, how can we play if we don't both don't get in."

"But, I'm not dirt-" His words was left dead as he watched Connie slipped off the clothing, revealing that she actually had nothing under but a high cut, cheeky 'Connie' colored panty.

He has seen her in many forms of undress before; hell, recently, she began sleeping in nothing but one of his shirts...That's' it.

So he's seen her body, but the visage of her climbing out and peeling away the leotard was art in motion.

The detailed movements of her legs, arms, and torso muscles; when she bent over, pulled off, and climbed out of the fabric. The slight bounce of her bust and 'heart' when it bloomed from the cloth before she shimmers the rest off and kicked it away, making her assets romp a bit more. She was a song of love and sensuality, personified—a sweaty and sweet one.

"You ok, back there?" His temptress of a partner inquired with that tell-tale tease on her tongue. "See something you like?" She swayed to the left.

"Something you want?" She swayed to the right before pressing her back to his stomach, "Or maybe you want to give me something," She kissed under his chin, "my dirty, dirty Mister."

"You.." He growled deeply as he took her lips with hers, leaning her head towards him.

"Not even -chu- trying to -chu- hide it, huh? Hehe."

"We're not -Chu- playing yet -chu-, right?"

She nodded, "good point -chu- after we -chu- stop. Game -chu- start."

Steven nodded as they deepened their oral exploration, popping and rejoining every few seconds. After a few minutes, the two nuzzled against each other, basking in affection.

"Go, Mister." Connie slowly and reluctantly pushed him toward the door on the right side of the entrance. "Towels, soap, and such are in there." She told him as she nipped the top of his ear. "Don't keep me waiting, Bisky." She teased lusciously before backing up and jumping into the body of water, completely submerging herself.

Steven grinned as he watched her, disappeared under before turning into the room.

A few moments passed before Steven returned with soap, shampoo, and towels, and paused when he saw her at the end leaning on the edge, her boy submerged up to her mid cleavage, smirking with her wet hair framing her

Face and hanging over her left eye.

"What's that smile for?" He grinned.

"I won."

"Confident, aren't we? What makes you so sure?"

She nodded to his feet, causing him to look down. She bit her lip when he grinned and breathed deeply. "Umm-hmm," she breathed vivaciously, trailing her finger across her cleavage.

"yeah..yeah. you win, You dirty, dirty lioness." He nodded with a smirk as he breath deeply.

"Come here, my dirty-dirty Mister." Connie laughed as she watched him shred his clothes and dived in.

#Fighting flirty #Steven and Connie #Connie maheswaran #Steven Universe #Mister #Heartberry #Humor #Fluff #Connverse #sensuality #innuendo #spicy #sweet

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decembercamiecherries · 4 years

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Killugon Week - Day 7

It’s the last day of killugon week.........I’m so sad! T^T there were so many great fanworks that were posted this week and I loved seeing all of them!!!! I hope everyone enjoyed this week as much as I did!

The prompt for the last day of @killugonweek is a free day - so I decided I would post little snippets of the various killugon fics I’ve been working on lately. I can’t promise that all of these fics will be posted since inspiration is a fickle beast, but I have high hopes! For now please enjoy these little sneak peeks~

-o0o-

Working title: Swan Feathers

Current word count: 18,646

Snippet:

“You came back.”

Gon spun around, heart hammering. Killua stood there just on the other side of the gate with his arms crossed once again.

“Why am I not surprised,” Killua asked in an unimpressed drawl.

“Heh, well…” Gon stood up and rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Then why are you here? Did you think I wouldn’t catch you this time?”

“Well, I’m not technically on the lake property, so….”

Killua’s eyes narrowed. “Why the sudden respect for private property? Let me guess—Kite yelled at you?”

Gon blinked rapidly, jaw dropping. “Wha—How did you—?”

Killua sighed and put his hands on his hips. “Listen, I’m here every night. Okay? I’m never not gonna catch you lurking around here, so listen to your boss and stop coming back. Next time I won’t give you any warning, I’ll just call the cops.”

The cops didn’t scare Gon. He’d gotten into enough tumbles as a child and he’d gotten equally as good at getting out of them. His main issue was that he didn’t want to disappoint Kite again. That would be way worse than a stern warning about private property and all that.

...there was something strange about Killua’s wording, though. Something that had caught Gon’s attention.

“Why do you come out here every night?” Gon asked with a tilt of his head.

Killua stiffened. “That’s—That’s none of your business.”

“I’m just curious,” Gon said earnestly. He took a step forward, inching closer to the gate and the stranger standing just on the opposite side. “It’s dark and cold at night. You could get hurt if you fall or trip. Why bother coming out here?”

“Again, it’s none of your business. Why do you keep coming out here?”

“If I tell you, will you tell me?”

Killua snorted. “No.”

Gon frowned. “Oh. Well, then I’m not gonna tell you, either.”

“Fine!”

They fumed silently for a long moment. Gon glared at Killua and Killua glared back with those intense blue eyes of his. They reminded Gon of a perfect summer sky, of the ocean surrounding his home. They shone brightly even in the darkness of night.

Killua leaned back with a huff and turned his back. Gon blinked, released from his trance.

“Get lost, Gon,” Killua called over his shoulder. “I won’t tell you again.”

Gon watched Killua leave, a strangely tight feeling in his chest. He hadn’t gotten any of the answers he’d come for. Nothing dangerous had happened, no wild animals skunk out of the forest.

So far, the only thing on the lake at night seemed to be Killua himself.

-o0o-

Working title: and I won’t waste a minute

Current word count: 2,604

Snippet:

‘You shouldn’t have let Killua do that.’

Gon stays focused on the task at hand--on balancing on one arm, gathering all his life and energy and Nen into his palm before pushing it out into the hard dirt. And...push!

“Aaa--ha!”

Gon grunts as he’s lifted a mere inch off the ground. It’s not nearly enough to pass this level. That’s okay, though. Gon didn’t expect it to work any better this time than all the other times. He’s been at this Emitter training for days now and he’s starting to suspect that maybe this level is a bit harder to pass than Bisky and Bayanai let on when they first assigned it to him.

‘Gon.’

Sweat drips into Gon’s eyes and he blinks it away. He can’t afford distractions right now. And yet-- ‘It’s been days, Jax. Can’t you let it go?’

‘No.’ The bristling anger is strong and prickling, a wildfire raging up in a moment’s notice. It’s been simmering under the surface of their bond ever since the dodgeball fight. ‘I won’t let it go. How can you keep ignoring it like it’s nothing? Ariney can’t walk, Gon!’

Breathe. Focus. Gather the Nen under his palm...push!

-o0o-

Working title: but you fell short, ‘cause you needed lungs to breathe

Current word count: 3,858

Snippet:

“How are you feeling?” Ariney asks in a soft voice and Gon glances at her. There’s something different about her—he’s not sure what exactly, he can feel the same sense of curious confusion from Jax—but her blue stare is as steady as ever.

“I’m...good. I’m good.”

“Back to normal?” Killua speaks and Gon looks to him in time to see his gaze sweeping over him.

It warms him from the inside out, to think that Killua still worries and cares about him after everything that happened between them, so he smiles. “Yeah. For the most part.”

“Good. That’s—That’s really, really good. I was—”

Cough.

“Oh.” Killua looks at the girl and his expression, it...it melts.

Gon stares. He can’t help it, he doesn’t ever remember Killua looking at anyone like that. Soft, gentle, unreserved. He watches as Killua moves to place both hands on her shoulders and even there Gon can see nothing but genuine affection in the way Killua squeezes her shoulders.

Gon’s heart cracks. It shudders, trembles. Because who is this girl and why—

‘Why haven’t we ever seen her before?’ Jax finishes for him.

“Gon,” Killua says, still smiling that rare and perfect smile Gon has only seen a handful of times. “This is Alluka and Poelarris, my sister and her daemon.”

-o0o-

Working title: Gold Stained Blue

Current word count: 47,283

Snippet:

“Hello.”

Gon and Killua looked up. A man dressed in all black with a single diamond-shaped red earring stared back down at them. He had short blond hair and a small crease between his eyebrows.

“Oh. Um. Hi?” Gon said before quickly glancing at the menu. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to look at it yet! These people were really fast.

He smiled politely at the waiter. “We’re not ready to order yet. But I could go for apple juice, if you have it? And Killua—you like chocolate milk, right?”

But Killua wasn’t paying attention to him. He was too busy gaping at the waiter, who continued to stare impassively back.

“Shit,” Killua muttered. He ran a hand through his silver hair with a heavy sigh and Gon frowned. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

“Trouble--” the waiter said as he pulled out a chair from another table and slid it between Gon and Killua, “--is an understatement.”

Killua snorted. “Can’t you ever visit when something good happens? Why does it always have to be bad news?”

The man sat down, answering simply, “Because good news is no news.”

“Yeah, well, friends usually make a point to say hi every once and a while, Kurapika--”

Gon blinked. Kurapika? That name sounded familiar. Where had he heard it—?

“Oh!” he said loudly and the other two looked at him. “You’re not our waiter! You’re Leorio’s friend--the one who recommended Alluka to us!”

“How observant of you,” Kurapika said dryly.

“Hey, it’s early.” Killua nudged Kurapika’s side with his elbow. “Don’t be mean.”

“I’m never mean. I’m just honest.”

“Right.” Killua rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say. Anyway--Gon this is Kurapika, an old friend of mine. Kurapika this is Gon, my...uh....”

Killua faltered. His voice drifted off into nothing while Kurapika frowned. Gon knew Killua’s hesitation would only spark a myriad of ideas and speculation that Killua would surely rather avoid.

“Friend!” Gon chirped and blue and grey eyes darted to him. He kept a cheerful smile on his face despite the painful twinge in his heart. “We’re friends. Right, Killua?”

“...right,” Killua said at last. “Friends.”

#wips #killugon week #killugon #dc writes #hunterxhunter #swan feathers #gsb #daemon au #and I won't waste a minute #but you fell short 'cause you needed lungs to breathe

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xyliane · 6 years

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watershed

summary: gon and killua might be the youngest pair of pilots in the jaeger program’s history, and they might have kind of ruined one of their jaeger’s arms in their first outing. but they kicked their first kaiju ass, and there’s almost nothing that can stop them from celebrating. almost.

notes: I love pacrim. I love it so much. also gon has a habit, and that habit is wrecking his arm and giving leorio gray hairs. pacrim au, killugon, featuring illumi zoldyck being illumi, leorio and kurapika being themselves, and cheadle really not liking how people don’t follow her orders but not willing to argue that point. T (depictions of arm injury plus f-bombs), 4700 words.

“That was fucking awesome!”

“Killua, you were amazing!”

“No, we were amazing, how did that even work?”

“I don’t know, but it did! And the kaiju—”

“—just opened its mouth and—”

“—we stuck the derigged electricity amp over the fist—”

“—and punched it right in the face and—”

“—it exploded!”

Killua can practically feel Gon vibrating through their drive suits, neither of them come down at all from the fight out at the Miracle Mile. Ten miles outside of Hong Kong, the first actual test drive for Tempest, their first real fight. And their jaeger held up to her name better than anyone could have expected, even as knocked around as her pilots got when the kaiju exploded on her fists.

She’s still sparking over on the landing pad, leaking oil and guts and wires from every hole in her right arm. Oro Tempest. Their jaeger. First of her kind, and hopefully not the last. Kite and Bisky are going to be apoplectic about the damages from the kaiju’s acidic blood, and the self-inflicted explosions that were only mostly Gon’s idea, and the way most of the armor was sheared off to allow for the explosions without killing both of them. Killua’s got some ideas about how to improve that, allowing for defense without having to sacrifice the structural integrity. But their jaeger’s definitely the best.

Gon’s got his good arm slung over Killua’s shoulders, buzzing with a mix of adrenaline and whatever painkillers his suit’s been feeding him for the last thirty minutes. Not that Killua’s much better, but at least his arm doesn’t look like their jaeger’s. The kaiju hadn’t been fast, but it had been big, a massive Category 2 that had tried to overwhelm Tempest with sheer force. Gon and Killua had responded, not with equal brutality like some of the Mark-1 and Mark-2 jaegers, but with quick reflexes and well-aimed strikes. It had worked well enough until the kaiju caught Tempest’s fist in its mouth, shredding most of the armor and crushing the metal in house-sized teeth. While Tempest had taken the worst of the impact, Gon’s right arm had been whipped out of place, the crack in the bone sharp enough that Killua’s own arm is still numb with phantom pain. He’s got a hand supporting his best friend’s waist, keeping him standing even as they stumble down the tarmac, accepting high fives and fistbumps with his free hand since Gon really shouldn’t be doing the same.

It doesn’t stop him from trying, though, nearly hiding his wince behind a wide sunny grin. Killua will chew him out later, after Leorio chews them both out in medbay, and judging by Kite’s expression towering over the rest of the crew, they’re going to get chewed out before they even clear the briefing. The only thing holding their LOCCENT officer back seems to be Bisky. The old gorilla is practically skipping with glee, crowing about something and a look in her eyes that Killua knows is going to spell at least a week of terribly, horribly painful training for him and Gon.

But Killua will take it if it means another minute basking in this. He earned this. It’s his. His and Gon’s.

“I think you’ve had enough of this game, Kil,” a voice made of black ice says through the din. It’s not a loud voice, not compared to the ear-splitting chaos erupting around the Shatterdome. But it rings in Killua’s ears over everything else, impossible to ignore and drawing his eyes back with sharpened hooks.

Illumi looks the same as he did the night before Killua left: immaculate black suit, long black hair straight and swept back, too-large and too-blank eyes sizing up everything around him and finding it lacking. He barely even blinks at the sight of Killua in a drivesuit, white hair buzzed in an undercut and bruises from sparring practice still bright and vibrant under his eye. It’s been months, but it’s as though Killua never left home, never ran away from Father’s side and Mom’s expectations and Illumi’s watchful eyes, never left Alluka alone with only a promise to come back when they can all be free. Maybe Illumi never really lost sight of him, but only pretended for long enough to make it feel like Killua was free, that Killua had something of his own, before ripping it all away again.

Killua breathes his brother’s name, and Illumi looks almost pleased as he glides through the crowd, people stepping out of the way without him ever touching them. “Come, Kil. If you’re not home soon, we’ll have to reschedule all of your coursework, and you know how that bothers Mom.”

The only thing that makes Killua remember where he is, that he’s in Hong Kong in a crowd of cheering people and not outside of Shanghai in a silent mansion filled with half-alive computer parts, or in a San Francisco highrise overlooking the ruined bay, is Gon’s good hand digging into his shoulder hard enough to dent armor.

“Killua?” Gon asks, and his voice sounds very far away.

———————

Gon’s been in the medbay for about two minutes before he stops being patient.

“Where is Killua?” he asks, barely even registering how Leorio resets his arm with practiced ease.

Leorio pulls back to let the brace take hold—it’s one of those soft ones, something to hold over until the skin wounds mend and they can start a better healing regimen—and presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose. “I can’t tell you,” he says.

“Yes you can.” Because if Leorio says he can’t, it means he knows where Killua is.

Leorio’s eyes soften, like he’s going to break. But he says, “Fightmaster Kreuger will kill me if I did. I’m sorry, buddy.”

Gon glares at Leorio, and then darts for the door.

He’s forgotten that Leorio’s not just his friend, or his doctor, but one of the strongest people in their class. An iron-hard forearm slams into his diaphragm, knocking him back on his ass and all the air out of his lungs. His arm twinges painfully in the brace.

Leorio crouches down next to him, a firm hand on his shoulder and an exasperated look on his face. “Don’t get up, Gon.”

Something wrenches horribly in Gon’s chest, and he’s not sure if it’s his own feelings of worry and panic, or that terrible emptiness he’d felt echo from Killua on the tarmac as the man in the black suit had led him away. A feeling like loneliness, or resignation, or outright giving up. Nothing he’d ever felt from Killua before, like his best friend and drift partner has been abruptly consumed by someone else entirely. It’s not Killua. And Gon can’t let him drown in that all alone.

“Killua’s my copilot,” he tells Leorio, not caring that he sounds a little desperate. “I can’t leave him alone. That’s the deal. Jaeger pilots drift together.”

The exasperation in Leorio’s eyes deepens, and he rubs the bridge of his nose behind his glasses. It’s a little like Aunt Mito does sometimes when she’s dealing with colony administration (or with Gon on one of his bigger ideas, like running off to join the Shatterdome underage). “It’s a good thing Cheadle’s put me in charge of you, she’d tranq you until Killua’s brother leaves. Turns out the brat’s family has a massive stake in the Jaeger Program. You didn’t know about that, did you?”

Brother—? Killua’s memories of empty black eyes and emotionless threats flicker out of the drift and up to the front of his head, vivid enough to be his own. It’s terrifyingly similar to the dark loneliness ricocheting off of Killua before they’d been separated, and Gon can’t keep still anymore.

He tries to shove Leorio’s hand away. “I’ll find him myself. You can’t stop me.”

“Gon—”

“I need to see him.” He starts standing, even with Leorio working to keep him immobile. It’s hard without both of his hands, but all his time in the ring with Bisky and Killua can’t mean nothing. “Let me go, Leorio. Please.”

Leorio drops his hand so quickly that Gon falls over again. “Kite’s right, you do stop listening when you’re stubborn,” he says, laughing.

Gon growls. This isn’t funny! “I’m not—”

“I said, I can’t tell you where he is. And you can’t go running all over the Shatterdome, you’ll never find him.” Leorio rises to his feet, joints cracking as he stretches. “Luckily, I need to talk to Cheadle. And, well, Kurapika volunteered to help, but they forgot to finish their bookkeeping, so there’s no one to make sure you stay here.”

Hope flutters in Gon’s chest like a hummingbird on fire. “Then I—”

“I’m telling you to stay here. But I’m not letting Killua go anywhere without a fight.” Leorio smirks the same way he did before picking the lock on the food stores, and it makes Gon grin viciously. “He’s your best friend, but the brat owes me money. And he can’t leave without paying me back.”

Leorio shoves his hands in his pockets and stalks out the door, shoulders hunched up to his chin like he’s looking for a fight. “And remember, I told you to stay,” he calls back.

“You said that twice, Leorio,” Gon agrees, and closes the door to medbay firmly. “Can we go faster?”

They make it from medbay to Cheadle’s offices faster than Gon had thought possible without outright sprinting. Even then, Gon has to almost jog to keep up with his friend’s long legs. The Shatterdome’s pretty empty, most of the staff probably working on Oro Tempest’s multiple wounds—wounds that, if Gon thinks about, were mostly his fault, but he can’t worry about that now. The few people they come across take one look at the glint in Leorio’s glasses and scramble out of the way.

Outside Cheadle’s office, a small crowd has already gathered, but they take one look at Leorio and another at Gon and step back to let them through. Well, all of them except Kurapika, who’s standing next to the door with an expression of exasperated annoyance and a pile of paper nearly as tall as they are. They turn to Leorio and Gon, mouth set for a fight. “That certainly took long enough,” they snap.

“I had to set the arm right, or he would break it again inside the hour,” Leorio grouches right back. “And you know how stubborn he is.”

“You told him he couldn’t come?”

“Of course. Cheadle told me to.”

“Of course. Unfortunately for all of us, she’s not letting me in, despite these extremely urgent papers.”

“They’re really important!” Hanzo calls from the crowd like he’s trying to be heard in Cheadle’s office, and Kurapika makes an of course gesture.

Leorio frowns. “Have you heard anything yet?”

“Not much. The conversation remains fairly quiet. But it did not look very pleasant when they went in. Perhaps we could—”

Gon doesn’t care about any of that. Killua is right there, and no one’s done anything but wait. So he unceremoniously shoves past Kurapika, raises one booted foot, and kicks open the door.

Three people are gathered around a desk, including Marshall Yorkshire and the unfamiliar man from the docks, who looms in a shadow over Killua. Killua’s sitting with his back to Gon, shoulders tense enough that Gon can feel it cut through the air in jagged glass. He’s still in his underarmor, although someone’s given him an expensive-looking jacket without any Shatterdome insignia. It doesn’t look right, like Killua’s been shoved into ill-fitted skin. It’s not right.

Cheadle makes an exasperated noise. “Paladiknight, what did I tell you?”

“You told me I couldn’t tell him where Killua was,” Leorio says from outside the room. He’s probably hiding behind Kurapika. “I didn’t tell him. He followed me.”

“I told you to sedate him if he resisted,” she says.

Leorio shrugs. “I prioritized stabilizing the injury. Who knows what sedation would do.”

Cheadle visibly resists throwing something heavy at her underling’s head. “Even if you didn’t know—and if you don’t with the degree you have, I’m kicking your entire school into the ocean—it was an order.”

“You know we can’t stop Gon once he is set on a course,” Kurapika says. “He would simply have wandered around drugged until he found you. Leorio was concerned for his safety, and the potential damage to the Shatterdome.”

That makes Cheadle snort, even if she almost covers it up. “And Kurapika, I know you’ve been knocking at my door for fifteen minutes now. Weren’t you supposed to keep an eye on both of them?”

“I have paperwork,” they say, nudging Leorio in and closing the door behind them both.

“This isn’t important,” Gon says quietly, and everyone in the room turns to him. Everyone but Killua.

The dark-haired man with the crisp black suit turns his blank eyes to Gon. This is Killua’s brother? He has none of Killua’s warmth, or spark of curiosity, or even the grin that’s always tugging at the corners of his best friend’s mouth. There’s only studious intent, and even that is barely paper-thin. “Strangely enough, I agree with the boy,” he says. “Interim Marshall Yorkshire, let’s finish our discussion. My car is set to leave back to the city, and it would be best if Kil could get washed first.”

“Leave—” Gon starts to say, and the man’s black-eyed stare burrows further under his skin. “Killua’s not leaving. Not with you.”

Killua twitches almost imperceptibly in his chair. “It’s not your choice, Gon,” he says quietly. He doesn’t even sound like Killua.

“Kil’s right,” the man says, close enough to Killua that his shadow slithers possessively over Killua’s white hair. “Go, boy. I’ve a lot to discuss with my brother.”

Gon takes a threatening step forward, barely registering the frustrated noise Leorio makes in protest. “I’m not leaving. Not without Killua.”

Cheadle stands, hands slamming flat on the desk. She barely comes up to the black-haired man’s shoulders, but she looks down her nose at him all the same. “We’ve barely agreed on anything, Mr. Zoldyck,” she snaps.

“I think we agree that this boy shouldn’t be here.” He looks over Gon from top to bottom, taking in the sweat-drenched hair and the soft cast on his arm and the Shatterdome-issued uniform and his freckled brown skin, and dismisses him out of hand. It makes Gon’s muscles twitch, like he can’t decide if he wants to fight or hide or grab Killua and jump out a window. “This is a family matter, not one for outsiders. Even yourself, Interim Marshall.”

“I never said I agreed to either of those things,” Cheadle says. “Gon is here now, and he is Killua’s copilot. At the very least, we would need to find him another one.”

“I’ve seen Freecss’s scores. He matches well with almost anyone he drifts with. Quite a find, I’m sure. But my family needs Kil back home. He isn’t suited for places like this.” He places a pale hand on Killua’s shoulder, and Killua stiffens as though shocked. “He is the heir to the Zoldyck family, after all. We can’t have him out here playing robots versus aliens.”

Leorio jabs a finger at the man. “He’s playing at nothing, asshole! Killua’s here because he’s damn good at what he does, not because he’s some heir.”

“It is exactly why he is to come home. As successful as he is in a single kaiju attack, Kil deserves to be at home, with a family that can use those talents for something other than mindless punching. It’s not worthy of his skills to be here. And it’s certainly not worth the billions of dollars we’ve put into this program through R&D.”

Leorio spits something in Spanish that makes Cheadle turn bright red. “Paladiknight! Out, now!”

“I’m not—”

“I’ll throw you out myself. Kurapika, take him.”

“We want to help Killua,” they say, not making a move to restrain Leorio.

“By arguing? Don’t be an idiot.” She glares at Illumi, who watches the argument with an impassable stare. “Illumi. Are you threatening to pull your funding if your brother doesn’t leave.”

He shrugs. “I didn’t say that.”

“So Killua can stay.”

“I didn’t say that either.”

They keep bickering, and it’s like Gon’s not there, him or Killua. Gon’s kind of used to being ignored, because he’s young or Aunt Mito’s busy with ten thousand little tasks or he can get into places that adults can’t or won’t. If he needs to get someone’s attention, it usually doesn’t take more than saying the right thing at the right time. But they’re talking about Killua like he’s a paper in Kurapika’s pile, a thing that can be passed around, like just because he’s quiet and stiff and scared means he doesn’t get a choice. And that’s not fair. It’s not right.

They aren’t making Gon do things he doesn’t want to do. And Cheadle’s right, Gon can’t make decisions for Killua. So no one else should, either. Gon would rather risk losing everything than letting Killua give up even a grain of his own desires.

Cheadle is saying something about restrictions, or regulations, in a way that makes Illumi’s eyebrows scrunch up funny, but Gon doesn’t care. It’s not what matters.

“It’s not your choice!” Gon shouts, silencing the rest of the room.

Illumi cocks his head to one side. “Then it’s yours?” he asks, almost curious-sounding if it weren’t for the underlying scorn.

“No!” Gon’s fists clench harder, enough that he can feel blood seep under his blunt nails. “You’re supposed to be his brother, and you don’t know? It’s no one’s choice but Killua’s! Not Cheadle’s, not Leorio’s, not mine, and never yours.”

His best friend finally turns to him, face paler than usual. He still doesn’t say anything, but he meets Gon’s eyes with shock, or confusion, or—maybe Gon’s just seeing things, but he sees the same recognition in Killua’s face that he feels under his own skin. He knew it from the first time they sparred, that they don’t need to do these things without someone’s support anymore. They recognized each other even outside of the drift, and there’s nothing anyone else can do to take that moment of complete trust back.

I won’t let you do this alone.

Illumi taps a finger to his lips. “No, I think it’s still mine. Kil, come home.”

Cheadle clears her throat. “Unfortunately, Mr. Zoldyck, this is my Shatterdome, and you are a guest. And in this matter, Killua is a Jaeger pilot first and foremost.”

Gon’s heart jumps into his throat. “Then—”

“Then it’s not up to you either, Gon,” Cheadle says, not unkindly. She leans onto her desk, eye to eye with the jaeger pilot sitting across from her. “Killua, would you like to stay, or go?”

Killua’s eyes light up, and he starts to look like himself again. “I want…” He swallows, glancing back to Gon, who wishes he could do anything more than hope. “I want to stay.”

Illumi’s shadow looms over the both of them, and Gon can’t shove him away without going through Killua. “Are you sure, Kil? There will be consequences. It’s not just me and Mom you’ll be giving up.”

Something lingers in that threat that Gon can’t place, but it makes a chill run down his best friend’s spine. Killua has secrets, lots of them. So many that Gon hasn’t seen most of them, even in the drift. It’s part of Killua Gon’s long since accepted, since he knows Killua will let him know if it’s necessary or when he feels ready. But this is a secret Gon doesn’t know, and he is suddenly terrified.

But before he can say anything, Killua rises out of his chair. Standing, he’s not much shorter than his brother, and with the muscle he’s put on in training he looks just as dangerous. Not enough to win a fight, maybe, but he’s got Gon to back him up. “Don’t touch her. Either of them. I’m staying, Illu. Tell Father whatever you want, I’m not going back.”

Illumi shakes his head, like he’s amusing a guard dog who won’t let go of a stick. It makes Gon want to punch him, or break his bones, anything to get him to stop thinking of Killua like a pet. Killua’s not his. “I’ll be in Hong Kong for business this week, for when you change your mind,” he says. “Interim Marshall Yorkshire has my number. Oh, and I’ll call Mom for both of us.”

“Don’t bother,” Killua mutters. With that, he grabs Gon’s hand and pulls them both out of the office, back straight and chin up. It’s only Gon that notices the cold sweat gathered in his copilot��s palms, how his fingers tremble slightly where they’re tangled up with Gon’s. So Gon squeezes back as tight as he can, anything to not let go.

———————

Gon’s strangely quiet when they make it back to their quarters, finally clean and back in regular uniforms as Gon flops onto his bed and Killua clambers up to his own bunk. Not that Killua had much to add after they’d left Cheadle’s office, what with his heart still beating too fast and his mind racing with the mix of Illumi and Gon and Tempest and Gon and the old man and Marshall Yorkshire and Gon.

Killua’s not sure what he’d been thinking before Gon stormed into the Marshall’s office. Illumi has a way of making Killua forget everything he’s supposed to be doing, and zeroing in on what he’s not: Not researching the right mechanics, not finishing his schoolwork, not learning the differences between corporate taxes for the Zoldyck headquarters in Shanghai or Washington DC. Not keeping his promise to Alluka that he’d help her unshackle Nanika. Not keeping his promise to himself that he’d stay away from his family. Illumi made it feel like the last several months were useless. That he’d always be alone with the promises he broke and the things he didn’t finish.

But Killua is still in the Shatterdome, and he isn’t leaving. He doesn’t have to. Gon had reminded him of that.

So he says, “Illumi’s an even bigger idiot than Leorio if he thinks I’m going to do what he wants,” and hopes Gon understands what he’s saying.

He doesn’t get a response, not in words. But the next thing he knows, Gon’s climbing up to Killua’s bunk, scrambling over the railing one-handed like he’s grappling through branches in a forest and plopping onto the thin mattress hard enough to send the pillows falling to the ground. “This really isn’t big enough for both of us,” Killua says, just to argue.

Gon hums a little, not meeting his eyes. But Killua can practically feel the uncertainty buzzing under his best friend’s skin, like an echo from the drift. Gon’s usually better about the whole echoes thing—reading them or giving them off. And now he’s the one lost in thought, freckled brown hands picking at a loose thread in Killua’s sheets.

So Killua flicks him in the forehead. “Hey, those are mine, cut it out,” he says as Gon whines.

“What was that for?” Gon demands, eyes watering.

“Besides ruining your arm on a guess?” Killua says, nudging the cast.

“That was both our idea, Killua!” Gon protests.

“I’m pretty sure I know which of us it came from first. You’re the one who doesn’t think so much.”

“Only because you think too much.”

“I think more than you, that’s for sure.”

“You think enough for both of us, I guess,” Gon says.

Killua snorts. “I will not take your math exam next week, even for a mountain of chocolate.”

“That’s not—” Gon starts, but he looks so offended Killua can’t help but cackle with laughter. “Killua, I’m being serious!”

“I know, I just.” He’s not able to finish the thought because he starts laughing again. He lets Gon hit him with a pillow, it’s not just because his defenses are down and he’s laughing like he’s never laughed before in his life, all of the tension left in the day burning out and away. Killua doesn’t know how Gon does it. Just being around Gon makes things seem more doable, no matter how hard it gets. Like it’s easy for Killua to be himself and no one else.

Maybe it’s the drift. Gon knows him better than anyone, because they’ve seen inside each other’s heads, know each other’s memories like well-worn dreams. But Killua has a feeling that it would be the same even without a giant robot connecting them to each other. It’s easy, being with Gon.

He finally catches his breath before Gon can try to suffocate him with a spare pillow, and pushes his grinning best friend back. “You’re okay, right?” Gon asks.

“I should be asking you that,” Killua says, nudging Gon’s cast.

Gon winces, but doesn’t back down. “It’s only an arm.”

That earns him another, firmer nudge, and Gon yelps. Killua’s own arm twinges in sympathy. Killua himself has none. “Leorio had to hunt you down in the shower to make sure it had set properly,” he says. “You’re going to be out of a drivesuit for at least a month. Who’m I supposed to drift with if you’re not there?”

“No one,” Gon says firmly. But he pauses, a flicker of fear in his eyes that hadn’t been there before, even with Illumi breathing down their necks and threatening to take Alluka away forever. Not that Gon knew. “Unless you don’t want to—”

“No,” Killua says.

Gon goes still. “No?”

“No, I don’t want to leave,” Killua says, the words falling out of his lips in a jumbled stream. “Or drift with someone else.”

“Why not?”

“Why—Gon, you just said you don’t want me to drift with anyone else!”

“Well, that’s what I want. What do you want, Killua?” The fear still sits in his brown eyes like a living thing, and he looks down at his bandaged arm before Killua can examine it too closely.

He sighs. “I just told you, didn’t I? I want to stay.”

I want to stay with you, Killua thinks, and he wonders if Gon can hear it even outside of the drift. The idiot probably can.

But rather than acknowledge that, Gon holds out a hand, pinkie extended. “Promise you’ll stay?” he asks.

He shouldn’t be surprised. They’d promised each other, in the stupid sort of way you’re supposed to grow out of by sixteen, that they wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. And Gon’s the sort of person who’ll kill himself before he breaks even the stupidest of pinkie swears.

Killua is drift compatible with an idiot. And he doesn’t care. Somewhere around the point of actually hooking pinkies and letting Gon chant something soft and true, when it wasn’t so much about the stupid action as it had been about trust and belief that Gon is who he is, it stops mattering at all.

He couldn’t keep his promise to Alluka. Maybe this promise, Killua will be able to keep.

“Okay,” he says, and Gon’s eyes light up brighter than all the lights in Hong Kong. “But Illumi’s my problem. I’ll deal with him on my own.”

“And you’re my problem, so Illumi’s my problem too.”

“I’m not a problem!”

Gon grins, a strand of black hair flopping across his forehead. “You kind of are. But that’s okay, Killua. Because you’re my problem.”

Killua has about a dozen ways he should reply to that, not least is that Gon is far more of a problem on any given day than Killua is, and that makes him Killua’s problem, not the other way around. But Gon’s eyes are even warmer than his hands, and it sends a wave of comfort across Killua’s skin, like he’s being wrapped in a blanket fresh out of the dryer, a fuzzy one with goofy animals on it big enough to cover the whole room. But it’s just Gon. And Killua can’t look away.

So rather than worry about that, Killua grumbles, “Fuck off, dumbass,” and shoves his best friend face-first into the mattress.

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Lilacs

Did I ever tell you guys I started to write a hanahaki au fic with Gon getting the disease instead of Killua? XD

This isn’t anywhere close to being completed or even being edited properly, but idk when I’ll actually complete it soooooooo here you go! Hope you enjoy!

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It starts off as a tickle in the back of Gon's throat, something he really doesn't pay attention to because he /can't/--he's a college student and being sick in college is almost equivalent to the death sentence considering how much work he'd have to make up.

Not that Killua would ever let him fall that far behind, but. Still.

That tickle soon turns into a cough. That cough doesn't go away, and every once and a while Gon finds himself running out of club meetings or some lecture to hack his lungs out in the hallway. These fits grow and start happening so often that even one of Gon's professors--Bisky--pulls him aside to ask what was wrong.

But it isn't until he's being shaken awake from a dream by a very pale and very terrified-looking Killua that he realizes this cough might be a lot more serious than he ever thought.

"There's blood," Killua says, horrified, with wide blue eyes that almost look purple in the darkness of their shared bedroom. "Gon, /look--"/

And there, on his pillow are three violet petals splattered in his own scarlet blood.

"It's a disease called Hanahaki," the doctor tells him hours later in the emergency wing of the closest hospital to their school. "Flowers start growing in a patient's lungs, and eventually suffocate the victim."

"You mean he's going to die," Killua says sharply. He's scowling, leaning up against a bleached white wall and glaring daggers at the man like it's /his fault/ Gon is sick. Gon wishes he could rub the frown lines out of Killua's face; he's so much prettier when he's smiling.

"...eventually. Yes."

"Are there any treatments for this thing?" Killua asks--no /demands./ Gon can feel his best friend's fury rolling off him in waves, even though they're on opposite sides of the room.

"Well, Hanahaki is caused by /feelings./ Unrequited feelings. If Mister Freecss can confess these feelings, and have them returned, the flower will die." He pauses. "If those feelings are /not/ returned...we will be having a very different discussion very soon."

"You can tell me who it is, you know."

Gon looks over at Killua. His best friend is curled into himself in a pile of blankets, his astronomy textbook laying open in his lap. He's not paying any attention to it, though; he's just staring, hard-eyed, at Gon.

Gon swallows thickly. He feels hot suddenly, and he has to kick off his own blankets. "Tell you what?" he mumbles, and Killua makes an exasperated sound in the back of his throat.

"You can tell me who you /like,/ dumb-ass. I won't judge you or anything. You like who you like, it's not something you can exactly control."

Gon frowns down at his crossed legs. His bed is messy, unmade. After staying up till 4:32 in the morning at the hospital, both he and Killua had decided to skip class for the day. But he's not sure if it's worth it, with the way Killua's been staring holes into his head for the last few hours.

"That's the problem." Gon's frown deepens, his hands curling into his green blanket. "I don't know /who/ I like."

Killua blinks. Then blinks again. /"What?!/ Gon, you--you are /dying/ because you like someone! How could you not know who it is?! How are we going to cure you if you don't know!"

Something must have shown on his face, because Killua quickly backpedals. He slides off his own bed and moves over to Gon, sliding his hands around Gon's and holding on tight. The painful knot in Gon's chest loosens just a bit at the feeling of those long, smooth fingers that can only belong to his best friend.

"Hey," Killua says, softer this time. He looks up at Gon through thick white lashes and squeezes their intertwined hands. "Hey. I'm sorry, that was--bad. I didn't mean to yell. I'm just...I'm scared, Gon." Killua's nose scrunches up as a pink blush spreads over snowy-white cheeks. "I don't want to loose you."

Now /Gon's/ face is starting to warm. He tightens his hold on Killua's hands, pressing them close to his chest. "I don't want to loose you either! We...We're supposed to stay together. Forever. We promised each other that freshman year."

Killua's smile looks painful. It's like he's trying to smile when all he wants to do is cry. But his voice is steady when he says, "Yeah, we did. And that's why we're going to beat this thing. We're gonna get to the bottom of this, Gon. I promise."

"But--how?" Gon swallows down the nervous anxiety crawling up his throat. The tickle is still there, too. The death flower. "If I don't know who I like, then--"

"Then we'll figure it out using what we /do/ know," Killua says stubbornly and his eyes flash like blue fire.

"What do you mean?"

"I /mean/ that we know what the doctor said! That those flowers you're coughing up mean something. Ninety percent of the time people have Hanahaki the flowers are symbolic to the person you love. So I'm going find out what that flower is in your lungs, and we can try to match it to this mystery person of yours."

"Oh." Gon's mouth falls open. "Killua, that's brilliant!"

Killua flushes. He tugs his hands out of Gon's but Gon can tell it's more out of embarrassment than a lack of wanting to comfort him anymore.

"St-Stupid," Killua grumbles. He walks off towards Gon's desk before Gon can get another word in, and throws a notebook in Gon's direction. Gon catches it--ungracefully--and then grabs the pen Killua tosses his way a second later.

"What're these for?" he asks, confused.

Killua rolls his eyes. "You're going to write down a list of anyone you might have feelings for, idiot. We have to narrow this down somehow."

"They're lilacs," Killua tells him bluntly a few days later.

Gon blinks up at him, confused. "Huh?"

/"Lilacs!"/ Killua slams a book down onto the table, sending pencils and notebooks into the air. Gon jumps back, startled.

Killua pushes the opened book towards Gon and stabs a page with is pointer finger. "The flowers. /Your/ flowers. They're lilacs, Gon."

Gon's eyes widen. He scrambles back towards the table and stands up to hover over the book.

Purple and blue and violet flowers stare back at him. The petals are small, delicate-looking. They grow together in bunches until there's so many flowers that they block out their green stems.

Gon reaches out, touches the flowers with the tips of his fingers. "They're pretty..."

Killua scoffs. "They won't look so pretty when you're coughing them out of your lungs." He looks at Gon, his state turning into something scrutinizing. "So? Are these the flowers? Do they look familiar?"

Gon's gaze drops back down to the book. He hasn't coughed up a whole flower before. Just bits of petals here and there, just large enough to make breathing uncomfortable.

The only petals he'd always seen were covered in blood.

Gon raises his eyes to Killua's. Bright blue blinks back at him and Gon's breath catches in his throat.

"Y-Yeah," he says, sounding winded as Killua stares him down. "This is it. Lilacs."

#dc writes #hanahaki au #killugon #hunterxhunter #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #modern au #lilacs #college au

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“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” from the prompt list. Thank you for doing this! Your writing always brings a smile to my face :D Unless its SoulPhem then its tears all the way. :p

Omg Soulmate phen is a heart crusher lol XDDD Thank you so much for the wonderful comments! It brought a smile to my face :D

With this, um…I started writing, and I didn’t stop. So. Its a bit longer then usual? I don’t think you’ll mind though haha

Aged up au, canon universe. Takes place two-ish years after killugon separation and Alluka and Killua are visiting Gon who’s still on Whale Island.

“Do you…well…I mean, I could give you a massage? Maybe?”

Killua threw his head back and cackled. “You think- you really think a massage is enough to win back my favor?”

Gon flushed. Killua grinned at the dread building in Gon’s eyes. He loved torturing Gon like this. Especially after Gon messed up so badly.

It was good to have a best friend, if only for stuff like this.

“Then, I,” Gon said haltingly. He wrung his tan hands, clearly at a loss. “Um. Maybe I could do your chores for a week?”

Killua raised a single eyebrow. “I don’t have chores, Gon. Me and Alluka are just visiting your house, remember? You’re the one who actually lives here and has to do the chores, not me.”

A strange expression crossed Gon’s eyes but he ducked his head before Killua could make any sense of it.

“I know,” Gon mumbled to the ground while Killua frowned. “But I don’t know what else to do! I can’t think of anything else to make it up to you!”

Huh. Gon sounded okay, even though he had just made a really weird expression. Killua made a mental note to ask Gon about it later. For now though, he just drawled, “Welllllll. I do have one idea.”

Gon’s head snapped up. “What is it?! I’ll do anything-”

“Whoa, now.” Killua laughed and shoved Gon back with one hand. “-c’mon, don’t get carried away! You don’t even know what I was going to say!”

“Just tell me!”

“Okay, relax, I will. How about you do a thousand push-ups-”

Gon’s jaw dropped. “WHAT?!”

“- with me, sitting on your back,” Killua finished. Glee bubbled up inside his chest at the look of pure horror that overcame Gon’s face.

Gon swallowed thickly. “Killua, that’s. That’s totally unfair.”

Killua shrugged. “You said you’d do anything. Are you gonna bail on me, go back on your word?”

Gon’s eyes hardened. He slid off his kitchen chair slowly, deliberately, and lowered himself to his knees. He glanced back at Killua, who smirked.

“Go on.” He waved his hand. “I’ll get on once you start.”

Gon scowled but did as he was told. Killua immediately jumped up and dropped himself gracelessly onto Gon’s back.

“AH!” Gon nearly collapsed under the extra weight. “Ugh, Killua-”

“Don’t tell me I weigh so much that you can’t handle me, Gon.” He made a tch-ing sound. “Disappointing, really. What would Bisky say if she saw you?”

Gon growled as he bent his arms again. Killua felt a thrill in his stomach he sat cross-legged on Gon’s back, the room bobbing up and down with every push of Gon’s arms.

“She-” Gon panted, “- wouldn’t be this cruel.”

“Don’t kid yourself. She’s worse than I am. Did you forget all that crap she made us do during Greed Island? We dug through rock after rock for days!”

“Yeah, but. But that was f-for, training. And I still- ahhhh- had my Nen at full strength, then. This is just ‘cause-”

“Killua!!!”

Silver and brown heads jerked up in unison. There, standing frozen in the kitchen doorway, was Alluka. Her mouth was hanging open in shock as she took in the scene before her.

“Killua, what-” she stammered, “-what are you doing to him?!”

“Punishment,” Killua said as Gon begged, “Alluka, save me!”

She blinked. “…huh?”

“I’m punishing Gon,” Killua repeated. He could feel Gon’s arms trembling slightly after staying still for so long and he flicked the back of Gon’s head. “Hey, I didn’t tell you to stop!”

“But-”

“No buts! Keep going.”

Gon grunted and began to lower himself- and Killua- to the ground once more.

Alluka said weakly, “Killua, I’m sure this isn’t necessary.”

Killua hummed thoughtfully. “Hmmmmmm…nah, I disagree. This is pretty satisfying, not gonna lie.”

“What did he do?” she asked, dropping her bag onto the kitchen counter and inching closer to the pair.

Killua scowled. “He shoved me off a cliff.”

Alluka’s blue eyes bulged. “What?!”

“Yeah, I know, right? What a horrible friend to do something so mean-”

“There was water below the cliff!” Gon whined. “I would never put you in any real danger-”

“Yeah, but I was carrying my clean clothes that had just finished drying after your aunt hung them up for me! Do you know how expensive those clothes were, Gon? Do you?!”

“I could always-” Gon gasped for air, sweat rolling down the side of his face, “- buy you more!”

Killua shook his head. It amazed him how stupid Gon could be, sometimes. He said, “They were designer clothes, Gon.”

“You should’ve brought other clothes when visiting me, then! You knew we were probably gonna get messy while hiking or something!”

“I don’t have any other clothes, idiot!”

“Okay, okay, enough!” Alluka cut them off sharply. “Gosh, you two sound like five-year olds! Gon, why don’t you just pay to have Killua’s clothes fixed in town? In the meantime Killua, you can just borrow Gon’s clothes.”

Gon’s arms stilled. He craned his neck to look at Killua, who shrugged. That didn’t sound half-bad to him.

“Okay,” Killua said. “That’s fair.”

Gon sighed in relief and collapsed onto the wooden floor.

Killua snorted. He reached forward to ruffle Gon’s hair, lightly teasing, “You’re such a wimp.”

“Shut up,” Gon groaned. “I gotta…gotta find something for you to wear now…”

Oh.

Heat rushed to Killua’s face as he realized what he had just agreed to. He was going to wear Gon’s clothes for a week, maybe longer. He was going to look like one of those girls who wore their boyfriend’s shirts all the time because it was ‘cute’.

Shit. Killua swallowed thickly, cheeks on fire. What had he just gotten himself into?!

#this was a lot of fun #lol #dc writes #aged up au #au #canon universe #killua's a little shit #killugon #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #hunterxhunter #requests

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