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hitoshisbabygirl ¡ 4 years ago
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WHEWWWW CHILEEE 🥵😳👀
After a certain conversation I saw from the lovely @mythiccheroacademia about a bass voice induced/hood(ish) Tamaki I HAD to write this idea. I feel like he’s still be shy but let the right one say down outta pocket shiii...the black force energy is ACTIVATED and he’s not backing down from a fight 😌
So I write this up , I hope it’s okay sskksndkdn it’s really my first official black!reader with a character 🥺 (also me admitting how much I love Cece and her works with this here 👉🏾👈🏾)
Paring(s) : Tamaki Amajiki x Black!reader
Word count: roughly 2.4K
Warnings ; LANGUAGE LANGUAGE LANGUAGE. Just some explicit language of tama telling off hoes ✨ jealous and hot under the collar tamaki of sorts 😌 yes tamaki is older, they’d both graduated and currently in a pro hero company
Don’t play with me// T. Amajiki
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It was just a day out with your loving boyfriend Tamaki. The two of you had been dating for a while. Now in the summer of no classes and no extra hero work to do , the two of you decided to do way more together; dates, game nights, other festivities you name it the shy boy went along with it. To the surprise of you both, your two cousins and big brother decided to have a surprise trip to Japan to see you, and to meet the man who stole your heart. They were rough around the edges, tattoos as far as the eyes could see, but to you, they were who you grew up with, the fun and adrenaline filled things y’all did made up your childhood and life until you transferred to U.A wanting to strengthen your own quirk and be a hero , plus you always wanted to visit japan, you being prepared already, almost outstanding in your Japanese, and loving the culture you could experience first hand there.
And that’s where you met a very shy but handsome Tamaki Amajiki. Surprising most around him the two of you hit it off, understanding eachother and quietly talking to yourselves about whatever topic that came up. It was evident to his friends, especially his best friend Mirio that he had fallen for the exchange student from across seas, who stole his heart and made him more confident. Getting that confidence boost made him ask you out, and now you two were a happy couple of 2 years, going on to a lifetime.
Which brings us to the current time, it too you at least a half hour for him to come from your shared room to meet his other family to be. After the first tedious round of talking , the boys were getting along, Tamaki trying (and failing) to fit in with your more aggressive brother. Sighing you called out to them “Aye, I’m gonna get some food, want anything?” With calls of ‘nah’ and full meals you sighed, taking down who wanted what and leaving . They planned to be here a week or two, and that alone wasn’t bad. They just could be...hot under the collar and with them having explosive quirks, you didn’t want a fight breaking out from someone looking at their “little sister” wrong.
The weeks went by too fast, the five of you having a lot of fun together, exploring and just catching up on what you missed back home. Giving you a hug each of them told you how much they loved you and would be back while you were still on break. Giving your brother a suspicious look he laughed “ Don’t worry , mama’s coming up too, she misses her baby” he said as you laughed “ I was just curious on how you got the money to keep coming back and forth here to see me” “I got that promotion at the construction company, more money, and way better hours” he laughed as you gave him a bigger hug “and you’re just now telling me as you leave, you ass” giving you one last look he smiled, throwing a hand up at your usually timid boyfriend “I’ll see you later G ight? Don’t forget what we talked about and what we taught you yeah?” He said as Tamaki did the same back , giving a surprising “I got it” back to him as they walked down the driveway to their cab. “What did he tell you?” You questioned as he gave you a uncharacteristic smirk, kissing your forehead “don’t worry about it sweetheart”
As the next few vists happened throughout the year you realize tamaki was becoming more and more like your brother, less timid and more dominant over conversations, but your soft and loving tamaki never left, if anything it got stronger. He took you out to the mall to shop, wanted to do more outside dates and loved picking out cute outfits with you. He enjoyed the ink adorning your skin even more than he did when he first saw it, asking for you to help him pick out something for him eventually. “Okay who are you and what did you do with tamaki?” You questioned one day when he came home, giving you your usual kiss as he came in the door. Except it was nothing like you had before, he put his hand under your chin and tilted you until you were in your tippy toes to keep the kiss as deep as he started, his other hand dangerously low on your back as he gave your ass a squeeze, chuckling as you gasped, pulling away with a smug look “Hey doll what’s up? How’s your day been?” He asked as he slid past you, Ignoring the shocked look on your face “Tamaki how are you feeling? Are you alight you’ve never been this..forward” tilting his head he came over to where you were , standing in your shared kitchen with your bottom lip in your mouth. Grinning he pulled it from your teeth, giving you another peck “You shouldn’t be teasing your bottom lip, that’s for me to do” he whispered as you gasped, burying you face into his wide chest. “Nothings wrong with me sweetheart, I just..realized how valuable you are to me. You’ve always been but...I know to what level of a queen I have as my girlfriend yknow?” The iconic shy Tamaki made an appearance , making you look up to him. He was shy but he was confident behind what he was saying. “It’s not a bad thing..I like it” you admitted as you traced his cheek “Good, Heyo don’t think I’ll be changing again”
This year for a piece of your summer break you and Tamil decided to go visit back to the states, the two of you loving and hating the heat wave that hit you coming off of the plane. Once again you were with your brother and only one of your cousins this time, visiting your mom and having family cookouts. Planning to stay a month you two had some time to spend together and with your family. Your nieces and nephews loved Tamaki, the fact he could make his limbs into what he ate made them love to try and have him pick them up with his tentacles the most. Your mom loved him and everyone had accepted him as your husband to be.
On one of the hottest days y’all experienced there, you decided to wear one of the cutest outfits you had bought, a two piece ; a crop top and a mini skirt. Both pieces black with blue butterflies over them. As you sat in the living room waiting for your boyfriend you heard footsteps from upstairs, being greeted with a sight you wish to burn on your eyelids. A tank top , the infamous, grey Nike joggers and black forces. A whole meal stood in front of you. Holding in a gasp and a subconscious lip but you cleared your throat, giving him a reassuring smile “well look at you, you really are turning into my brother” you joked as he gave you a shy smile “ I wanted to wear something I’m not used to..I hate things clinging to me..unless it’s you of course “ he teased back as you wrapped your arms around his torso, standing on your tiptoes as you gave his cheek a kiss “you look good..really good..I might have to fight the girls around the block if they look at you wrong.” You warned as he smirked, wrapping a large arm around your shoulder “don’t worry they have nothing on you baby..”
Heading out to get some lunch you fanned yourself with your hand, the heat really getting to you as you stood in line. Tamaki when you get drinks, promising to meet you back at the circle so you two could heard to the nearby shopping plaza, wanting to get some more things before going to get some games to play later with your family members who planned to come and hangout before one of their games came on that night. You and Tamaki were planning to just be upstairs and watching your own movie by then.
Hearing someone clear their throat you valves over to see a shorter, chocolate man staring at you, a wide grin on his face as he licked his lips “whatsup baby how are you today?” Knowing how this was gonna turn out you gave him a polite smile and a quick “I’m fine” before going to look around to see if you saw that familiar tuff of indigo walking around “Soo..what's a fine ass girl like you doing in this heat alone? You’re [. ]’s sister right?” He continued as you shook your head yes, not giving him a thought as you stared at your phone “You aint gotta be shy , your brother knows me. I’ve always saw you and that ass wander around when you used to be here, now you moved away to some other country what was it again? China ? That Asian land aint meant for a sista like you, they don’t even got enough to please you with unlike me” sighing you started to correct him “I live in Japan for one, two I have a boyfriend and three don’t you still have something unresolved with that one girl? Ion need nothing from no one that isn’t my boyfriend thanks” You snapped back as he laughed, comfortably putting an arm on your shoulders “Oh who ol’ girl Ki? Nah I ain’t messing with her and what , you got you a little Japanese man , what is he and his short ass gon do yo me huh? Don’t think that you having one of those short Kung Fu doing ass gon do anything to a real man now baby, you’ve been eating too much rice huh?”
Before you could open your mouth you felt an arm wrap around your waist and move in front of you. Now staring at the strong back of your boyfriend you went to stop him before your mouth dropped open “And who said ya ass could keep talking to her huh?” Without a stutter in sight Tamaki snapped back to the slightly shorter and smaller male “ And who the hell are you?” “The same man you wanna talk about being a short ass Asian” with a look of interest you watched your boyfriend stand up for you “Ooohhh I get it , you think you can just step up to anyone and they not be scared of you huh? Mann you aint in Japan anymore boy , you ain’t gon do shit” the guy barked back, making Tamkai raise an eyebrow and laugh, looking him up and down before squatting down some to match the arguing guys height “At least I can reach my girlfriend, even she can look down at you” which a few ‘oohs’ and ‘damns’ coming from the bystanders the boy gave him a snarl as he tried to come for Tamaki again “she wants some real dick not some little pepper in her walls” and with that Tamaki gave him a even harder laugh, walking until they were too close for your comfort, before you could stop him he gave his last and seemingly damaging blow “But I wonder who’s dick she’s bouncing on and screaming for more from hm? Oh trust me I know how to dick her down and then some”
With his words he reached over and pulled you to his hip by your ass, making the boy give up with a huff , walking away as the others around him boo’d and made fun of him, praising Tamaki as he gave his own satisfied smirk, dapping up some of the guys who came up to him.
Pulling you from the line he left his hand at your hips as your jaw still was open “Where in the hell did you learn that?? Damnit [. ] he must’ve taught you” you huffed as he looked you over , licking his lips as he kissed your cheek. “Mhn..your brother said defend what you love so..I simply did that. He had no business thinking he could step to my girl and hit on her from thinking he was good enough to talk to a queen, my queen at that. Shit ain’t sweet but I respect myself and you too much to fight some low life” he finished as you bit your lip, liking this side of him “Well shit...aren’t you the man Tamaki?” He laughed as he kissed you, biting where you were tugging on your bottom lip to make you let out a squeal. Pulling away he gave a lopsided smile “I’ma keep true to what I said too, when we get home I’m making sure you know I meant what I just said back there, no one tries to take what’s mine, especially with mediocre ass attempts with dick” he growled as you stuttered giving him a wide eyed look. Maybe tamaki was less of the baby you’ve come to see him as. Once you got home, Tamaki made sure you knew how much he loved you, making true on the words he threw to that guys he got into it earlier
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yaachtynoboat711 ¡ 6 years ago
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Fonder 5.1
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A/N: I AM SOOO SORRY FOR THE HIATUS! I missed you guys. The secret’s finally out! The mystery of Mr. Gatsby’s identity is being revealed! There may be smut included in this chapter also. Thanks @babygirlofwakanda for helping me out with that! Lastly, the italics (besides the sounds) are Yaa’s inner thoughts. 😬😬😬😬😬 Reblog and like!
Word Count: Get your popcorn ready (~3.5k)
Warning(s): SMUT, slow burn, plot progression, introduction of a new character, few errors/typos
NEW YEAR’S EVE 10:34 p.m.
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“I-I-...I don’t understand. It was you all along...but you’d just hopped in my DM’s right before I got here!”, Yaa attempted to collect the thoughts that had scattered on the floor.
Gatsby chuckled, “ Yeah, I know. It’s ok to be confused. I’m the last person you’d expect it to be, I’m sure.”
“So why me? All these fine Hollywood jawns and wannabe socialites rippin their own panties off just to get to you...and you choose the one non-celebrity on the other side of the country?”
Gatsby sipped some champagne as he listened to Yaa, nodding his head as he began mentally creating his response to her outlandish claim. He finally sat his fluted glass down on the desk.
“Not to sound like a creep, but ever since Tanisha told me about her bomb ass lawyer friend, I’ve had my eyes on you. Don’t worry; I haven’t been that close. I learned enough about you to still have many questions left over to ask you. You’re a complex and multi-faceted woman that deserves to be exalted. Plus, from what I’ve also heard, you’ve been eyeing me too. Why’d you think the riddles and passwords were how they were?”
He was right: she’d had her eyes, heart, and womanhood set on him for years. It began way back in the summer of 2002. Her almost 12-year-old self had no business watching anything graphic and raw, yet alone watching The Wire. Her parents encouraged to watch it surprisingly. Then it happened—he came on the TV. Though she hated cornrows, even in the early 2000s, she found herself head over heels for the peanut head with the cornrows—Wallace. She hated the fact that he was a teenage drug dealer but hell, that was life in the Pit. The season finale left her distraught, crying for days as though he’d broken up with her or something. She followed his work and had proclaimed her love for him for 12 years and now here he was—Michael B. Jordan—standing before her explaining how he wanted her. Funny how life works.
She burst into a fit of nervous laughter; he joined.
“What’s so funny, Yaa?”, Michael asked.
She subdued her laughter as much as she could. “I’m laughing because I know this has to be a drawn-out prank or some shit. The man I’ve been mentally dating half of my life isn’t in front of me right now, and he damn sure ain’t telling me he finna risk it all for me. Not against his own will at least.”, she stammered.
He raised an eyebrow at her disbelief. His shoulders bounced as his cocky grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “So, you think this is a game? Hmm?” He kneeled down and lifted her chin for her honey brown eyes to meet his calming dark brown eyes. “Talk to me.”
She nodded her head yes. “Show me this isn’t a game.”, she challenged.
“Say less.”
He lifted her chin some more. He went in for the kiss—an offer easily accepted. Jackpot. There was a jolt of electricity between their lips. As their kiss deepened, his hands held gently her neck, lightly brushing against her coarse honey blonde locs. Her arms linked tightly around his neck. His hands scooped under her large ass, picking her up and causing her to break the kiss. Her eyes flew open as she began looking down at the floor. The second time she’d been picked up and the skinny nigga was the one on the cusp of changing her life. Her embrace around Michael’s neck tightened significantly as she braced for an abrupt drop.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?”, Michael teased.
“Last time I was picked up, I couldn’t dance for a month. You’re scaring the shit outta me.”, she sputtered.
There went that cocky,raspy laugh. Michael dropped her down and quickly caught her before she could get anywhere near the ground. “Oh, so you scared the skinny nigga can’t hang? C’mon now. You should know I’ve been waiting on you for a minute. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, baby girl. Best believe that.”, he reassured. With that being said, he walked confidently across the room to the couch with his scared thick lawyer in tow, carrying her 200+ pound frame like she was a bag of nothing. That Creed training made him a monster.
He stared into her eyes once again in awe. In such a simple expression, there was enough fire and passion in her eyes to light up the fireplace across the room. He slowly gave her lips more kisses, savoring them like the last of a 5-star meal.
“You got all of these sweet kisses, girl.”, he groaned, “Must’ve been saving them for a special reason or someone.” Not by choice, baby boy.
“I’ve waited for a long time for this”, she chuckled into his lips. Knock knock knock.
Michael’s head dropped and Yaa looked up into the dimmed lights palming her face, both clearly frustrated with the mood-killing visitor at the door.
“Who is it?”, Michael yelled as he re-adjusted his black double-breasted tux and bow tie. He walked towards the door, still awaiting a response.
“Me, nigga!”, the nearly hoarse voice replied defensively.
Michael smacked his teeth and opened the door. “The fuck you want, Steelo?”
“Mannnnn, it’s almost 2015! Folks lookin’ for you an- oh, heyyyyy how you doin’? I’m Steelo.”, he slurred. His attention was suddenly brought to the clearly annoyed Yaa.
“I know who you are. Nice to finally meet you.”, Yaa said.
He redirected his intoxicated “focus” back to his best friend. He’d recognized Yaa. “Hold up, that’s her?”
“Yeah, that’s Khalida, the lawyer. We’ll be out in a sec—”
“—YOOOOOO! She bad as fuck,bruh. Thick too? Niggggggaaaaaaa...I heard them fat jawns be changin’ liv—”
Without saying a word, Michael pushed his drunk best friend out the door like a dolly and locked the door. “Look, he’s drunk as fuck and I’m sorry that h—”, Michael apologized.
Khalida placed two fingers over his lips. “Fat isn’t a bad word. No need to apologize. Now, come on— we have a new year to celebrate.”, she replied.
Michael’s deep dimples and smile stretched across his face as he watched Khalida walk out of the door. “You comin’ or not, Gatsby?”, she teased.
11:09 p.m.
By the time Yaa returned to the action, there were more faces—famous faces—in the crowd. All in attendance were dressed to the nines with their CRISP finger waves, feathers, furs, pearls, and enough cigarette holders for an old Hollywood film. Yaa walked to her VIP section to find her best friend Tanisha lit off of her spirit of choice—Bombay Sapphire gin. Steelo and some of Michael’s other friends had joined her in the booth. Tanisha sashayed to her friend to greet her.
“BIIIIIIITCCCCCCCCHHH! Where the FUCK have you been?”, an impaired Neesh questioned.
“I was talking to Gatsby. You literally saw me leave. Second, I’m finna beat yo ass.”, Khalida yelled over the music.
Tanisha stepped back and put her hands up. “What for?”
“You know why. Gatsby ends up being my childhood crush?! Howwwww in the hell were you able to pull that off?”
“Sis...just know that I got the connect. Now shut up and drink--we gotta New Year to ring in.”
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Without further protest, Yaa opened the new bottle of D’usse and poured it into her glass. A few glasses and three tequila shots later, she was feeling nice. Not drunk, but nice, tipsy at most. She’d stepped out of her shell of skepticism and began socializing a lot more.
During the course of the night, Michael and Yaa had been getting cozy with each other. They never left each other’s side. They exchanged flirty looks and “you goods?” When they weren’t refilling cups in the VIP section, they were deep in conversation, topics varied as their sobriety faded away. Then, it happened: his curious hand trailed northbound on her leg. Usually, Yaa would smack the taste out of any man’s mouth for feeling up on her, sober or drunk. But let’s face it: she was feeling him and it was obvious the feeling was mutual. She bit her lip and winked at him in response.
“So we just gon’ pretend like yo whole hand ain’t up my dress?”, Yaa playfully questioned.
“Yup.”, Michael replied with a grin. He was so proud of himself. “Finally able to get my hands on you.”
Yaa rolled her eyes. “Don’t getcha skinny ass hurt fuckin around.”
She got up, leaving him awestruck at her model-like walk.
“10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Gold and silver confetti and balloons fell from the sky. Cheers from every corner of the room paired with the popping of champagne corks. Yaa hugged Tanisha and kissed cheeks in celebration of the New Year. Yaa felt two taps to the right shoulder. Ready to curse, Yaa whipped her body around to see that the tapper was none other than Michael. He rubbed the back of his neck and flashed his smile, revealing his pair of ridiculously adorable deep dimples.
“I-uh...know we kinda just met like an hour and a half ago...but I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind having the honor of sharing this New Year’s ki—”. Yaa grabbed him up by his lapel and kissed him passionately, yet drunkenly. She laughed.
“Happy New Year to you too, Kari. Sorry, but I’ve always wanted to call you that.”, she laughed.
1:47 a.m.
Thud. For all it’s worth, Yaa’s back as going to be sore for the next couple of days from the impact of hitting her back against her chest of drawers. She also couldn’t have given half a fuck about her neck or her back. Hell, sis was finally getting dick. The more violent her and Michael’s tongues were becoming in each other’s mouths, the more familiar their hands were becoming with each other’s clothes and bodies. Still focused on his Dom Perignon-flavored kisses, her hands anxiously searched for his belt. But before she could unbuckle his pants, the D’usse demon jumped out. She smirked seductively as she boldly grabbed his print and freed herself from his arms.
“Oh shit.”, he mumbled, “So, you nasty nasty.”
The devilish smirk she gave was all the response he needed. She slowly got on her knees and freed his dick from the constraints of his pants, licking its length on both sides. Her head bobbed to the beat of the music playing in her head. Watching her bob on his dick, he began undoing the bottom of her chignon so that the rest of her hair wouldn’t get in the way of his undoing.
Thud. His head went against the wall as his undoing was becoming apparent. He cursed under his breath and kept his bottom row of teeth tucked underneath his bottom lip to keep from moaning aloud. Yaa would have cared less for his current state. She continued to slurp and coat his rock-hard member with spit. Keeping eye contact, Yaa continued licking him like a melting popsicle. He growled to keep from moaning, along with a chorus of “Shit” being recited under his breath.
Forever came to an end as Yaa slowly got off of her knees. He helped her up, only to be blindsided by her sloppy kisses. She began walking backwards with him towards the king-sized bed but stopped at the edge of the bed.
He placed her on the edge of the bed. Michael kissed her lips gently and slowly began to make his way to her promised land. His kisses became wet as he made his way down to her neck—her spot. He kissed her collarbone tattoo, licked his way down to her large breasts, and paused at her nipples. With his hands now caressing her breast, he wrapped his tongue around her nipple and began sucking with enough pressure to make her moan. While he sucked on her nipple like a pacifier, Michael dropped his hand from hoisting up her other breast and began to timidly creep his fingers down her baby-soft skin and the scrunched fabric of her dress. Feeling his hand touch over her thigh, he began to aggressively pull up the bottom of her dress. There was a slight discoloration created on her skin from the irritation from the material being forced against it, but Michael didn’t stop until the bottom of her dress pooled around her stomach. Once he realized where the material had settled, he pulled his lips from around Yaa’s areola, fixating his eyes on her lower half. Quickly noticing that she was panty-less, he felt a smirk tug at his lips--better--he peered up at his flushed lover. “So that’s how you rollin’, huh?”, he questioned as he slowly rolled his bottom lip underneath his teeth before winking up at Yaa and sinking to his knees. Staring at the awe-striking sight of her glistening folds, Michael admired the intimate view as he could replay the numerous times he tried to capture this very image many a late night.
He pushed her legs further apart until her kneecaps were damn near touching the mattress before trailing his way up her inner thighs. Placing soft, gentle kisses and occasional nibbles against her hot skin, he increased his pressure, making her feel the individual pricks of his coarse facial hair making Yaa a squirmy, wet mess. Timidly reaching her glory, Michael brought his hands up and steadily separated her lower lips with both of his thumbs before pressing his mouth forward. “Looks like someone’s been waiting on me.”, he said with a cocky confidence.
Chest rapidly rising and falling, Yaa couldn’t form a coherent word, phrase, or sentence. She gulped heavily before rolling her head back as Michael’s lips connected to her folds. She gripped the sheets up as his tongue controlled her every move. He finally licked her wet opening with a flat tongue going from the bottom to the top. His tongue was a weapon— it was both long and thick. He licked his name on her bud—slowly torturing her it with every dip, twist, turn, curve, and dot of each letter in his name. He then inserted two of his thick fingers into her opening as he licked the letter "C" and began pumping his fingers at a moderate pace. Desperately panting from his actions, Yaa began to shriek once she felt Gatsby toy with her clit. This raggedy ass nigga finna suck you dry and ain’t shit you can do about it at this point.
His fingers picked up the pace the moment he noticed her unraveling, his tongue explored deeper into her womanhood. She struggled to feel for the nearest pillow, but when she found it, she quasi-covered her mouth to subdue her moans of pleasure.
The sounds of Yaa’s hitched breathing and impending sexual eruption ricocheted throughout the master bedroom. Her back was arched completely off of the bed and she held a firm grasp of his head. If it wasn’t a moan or gasp, Yaa let out a “fuck”, “shit”, or an “Oh Lorddddddd.” Hearing Yaa unravel brought Michael much pleasure—the match to his sexual fire. He occasionally laughed at her undoing; he finally had the object of his affection under his mercy, quivering at his touch. Right as he could feel the pressure change for her release, he pulled his fingers and tongue away from her now swollen bud. She quickly leaned up on her elbows to see why he was stupid enough to pull out right as she was about to release. He smiled maliciously as his soaked fingers neared his mouth. “Nuh-uh. I gotta taste this first, it makes the kisses taste sweeter.”, Michael explained as he slapped her hand away from his. Bitch, no the fuck he didn’t! The two locked eyes as he sucked his two drenched fingers like he’d just ate the last extra wet lemon pepper wing.
He motioned for her to sit up. Before he could even ask, Yaa leaned in to taste her sweet essence on his tongue. A shiver shot down his spine as her candy apple colored nail gently traveled down his back. Their kiss led to Yaa laying on her back once again. Michael bit his lip as he hovered over her. He snatched her by her ankle to the edge of the bed, sliding himself between her legs. “Missionary’s a bold first choice, don’t you think?”, Yaa asked as she handed him a condom. He chuckled, “Nah. I’m just tryna see sumn, that’s all.”
His thumb rubbed against her wet clit as his girthy member slowly entered her tight, slippery entrance. Yaa inhaled sharply as she felt her body tremble and his thick length push against her tight bounds. “Fuck!” She cursed, as she felt him move slow trying to feel each and every ridge of her plush opening. Their fingers intertwined within each other as he went further into her. The lustful gaze into her honey eyes only intensified the overwhelming sensation of euphoria emanating from her core. With her back now arched completely off the bed, her new position gave him more room to dig deeper into her guts. Her mouth was agape as she tried to breathe through her stimulation. His rhythm steadily increased with every stroke.
Watching Yaa’s scrunched facial expression, Michael moved his hands to grip her waist as he quickened his pace. Taking his off of her face for a second to peek at their connection as he smirked at the sticky surface of his and hers wet organs. With the erotic scene unfolding before him, Michael slowly rolled his bottom lip underneath his teeth once the sounds of their moist skin slapping against each other reached his ears. She was helpless—her eyes burned from the tears of pleasure and she struggled to grip onto the gold link chain that dangled from his neck. Her moans and whimpers continued to fuel his drive. Chuckling darkly at her body’s responsiveness he said, “Yea, this is that shit I was talking bout. Just listen to that shit speaking out to me, fuck.” before fluttering his eyes closed and pounding into her.
3:34 a.m.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound of the headboard repeatedly being knocked against the wall served as a light sound buffer to Michael and Yaa’s moaning. Michael’s thick hand applied the perfect amount of pressure around her neck as he continued to deliver those dangerous strokes. Just as they were able to sync their rhythms, he pulled out. This nigga done lost his Black ass mind. She opened her mouth to complain, only to be interrupted by the sudden shift from her back to her tummy. “On your knees. Now.”, he commanded as he smacked her ass. She as she was told—only to be rewarded with the reunion of his lips to her lower lips. No, he didn’t, bitch! The byke?! He eatin’ it from the muhfuckin’ byke?! This is Daddy!! Fuck a Winston,chile. His alternating kissing and sucking on her swollen bud caused her to fall flat on her stomach from the overstimulation. His hand went underneath her to lift her back up. He centered himself before sliding his member back into her. He slowly increased his tempo as he twisted her locs into his fist.
Yaa’s voice was hoarse. Had been hoarse half an hour ago. She had been depleted of any common sense she’d thought she had and was running on adrenaline. Michael, though appearing to be the victor of the night’s bout, was still at odds with his challenger. She was tired but still fighting like hell. He sweated profusely—like a champ battling it out in the 11th round. She wasn’t going down with a fight. He flipped her around one last time. This time, he pinned her legs past her ears—a position that both were surprised by.
“You ain’t tappin’ out?”, he asked between pumps
“Why and you about to tap out yourself? Let’s tap out at the same time since you so damn excited.”, the raspy-voiced Yaa boldly replied.
“Aight, say less.”
He went into overdrive. He quickly moved her legs from near her ears to around his waist. Not even two minutes later, the pair released within seconds of each other,his body collapsing onto hers.
“Don���t move.”, Michael whispered in Yaa’s ear as he tried to get himself together.
She shook her head. “Bitch, I don’t wanna move.” She paused, “Actually, I need to finish wash my face. Move.”
The moment both feet landed on the ground, gravity betrayed her. Her knee gave out, causing to limp and almost fall. Thankfully, Michael’s body was turned away from her. After returning from the bathroom, she limped to the bed. Oh, heating pads are the move all day today. This was the beginning of something different, and what a way to begin a new beginning than on New Year’s Day?
A/N: Yeah, sorry for the trash ending. I got too impatient.
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andy-loves-corgis ¡ 6 years ago
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All Of The Lights (TRR AU) - Prologue
I’m BACK! With a new story for Drake and his York!
As I said a thousand times, the telling of the story will be a little different, each chapter will tell what happened before this prologue and after at the same time, so you’ll get two stories at once, let’s see if this works out.
I hope you all like it!
Book: The Royal Romance
Pairings: Basically everybody will, at some point, hook up with each other.
Word count: ~1,700
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Kissing The Shorelines
He had sent 63 messages to her since the night before, as soon as he was told what happened he grabbed a backpack a got the first ticket to Cordonia, which meant only the following day, it wasn’t a common flight from Texas.
Under the blasphemies of his mother, he waited at the airport, he didn’t want to upset her more, she cried begging for him to come back, saying he was doing so good far from the court, but could he? He needed to see to her. Riley York was now foggy in his head, their friendship line crossed so many times that he didn’t see fit calling her his friend, nor was she ever his to take so he could call her lover. Did he love her? He rubbed his eyes, trying to concentrate on the view from his window, the clouds forming a cotton bed below the plane, the humming of the aircraft lulling the passengers to a somehow peaceful slumber. He was wide awake. Drake was equally elated to see her after almost 4 months as he was dreading the encounter. Did he love her? He remembered the first and last time this four-letter word left her smudged lips, stains of mascara on her cheeks, right before he left her. Kicking his sneakers he huffed, tossing and turning for the remaining 3 hours of his flight. Eyes bloodshot and disheveled hair, that’s how he greeted his homeland, the funeral would start in a couple of hours, so he could at least check on her before all the circus started. “Home sweet, home.” He muttered as the guards opened the golden gates of the palace to him. A strange feeling at the pit of his stomach rose like fire as he stepped on the embellished tiles. “Drake!” He heard a female voice, but not the one he wanted to. “I can’t believe you came!” “Hey, Ki!” He gave her a small smile. “Where’s... everyone?” Maybe asking Kiara directly about Riley would hurt her, so he decided to play safe. “Oh! They are offering Duke York the last drink” she said winking, like it was a normal thing, like somebody hadn’t died. Drinking on your father’s funeral, York? You haven’t changed a single bit. He followed Kiara to one of the many sitting rooms in the palace, where he met his lifelong... colleagues? The only friend he ever had looked surprised to see him there. “Long way from Texas...” Liam hid a chuckle and embraced him, his body somehow rigid below Drake’s muscles “How have you been?” “Good” he pat Liam’s back and scanned the room, he knew she wasn’t there, because Riley York was the type of girl who you could easily spot in a crowd of thousands. “She’s not here.” Liam’s voice was cold and everything that happened fell between them again. “Where is she?” Drake dared to ask, even though he knew he shouldn’t have. There was a minute of silence, Drake could tell his friends was weighing his next words. “I don’t know” he gulped his whiskey not looking directly to Drake. “We haven’t spoken since the news broke, she was completely out of herself, so I let her to her thoughts.” The way he said it, as if he was the most caring boyfriend in the world made Drake contemplate punching him again. “You left your addicted girlfriend alone?” Drake rose a brow and snorted, seeing how Liam grit his teeth, but he didn’t wanna fight, not right now, so he turned on his heels towards the doors. “Where are you going?” Liam caught up with Drake holding his arm. “She’s clean since you left.” As if this should mean anything. As if you, from all people would see if she was on it again. “I’m making sure she still is.” Drake yanked his arms from Liam’s grip and marched to the court’s sleeping quarters with Liam following his steps. The feeling was back, creeping up from the depths of his guts, he tried to calm himself, thinking she was just passed out from a night of heavy drinking. He knocked twice on the door and called her , but no one answered. “Riley, open up!” He called louder. “She’s probably sleeping...” Liam rubbed his eyes. “Liam, if there’s a man Riley ever truly loved in her life, it was her father, do you think she would miss his funeral?” Drake glared at Liam and kept knocking. “That’s it I’m coming in.” Drake thought he would have to force the lock, but surprisingly it was unlocked, just a twitch on the knob and they were greeted by messy sheets, several clothes scattered through the floor and the sound of the shower, the bathroom door slightly open. “Riley...?” Drake called again to no response and walked towards the bathroom until Liam stopped in front of him. “You’re not getting in there” Liam looked back to where the shower was mercilessly hitting the antique tiles. Anger rushed through his veins as more and more he got worried about Riley, he fisted his hands on the prince’s designer suit, his nostrils flaring. “Now listen to me, Liam” he brought his friend closer, “The last thing I care about now is seeing your girlfriend naked, she’s not answering so I will come the fuck in” He pushed Liam to the side and marched in. His stomach dropped to the sight before him, on the fancy marble counter several open bottles of pills laid open, its contents spilled on the floor like matte pearls. Blood rushed through Drake’s head as his eyes roamed the labels. Xanax. Vicodin. OxyContin. Valium... Suddenly the water hitting the tiles was deafening, she wasn’t there, which meant she was somewhere alone. “I’ll call Bastien” Liam choked on his words and left the room. Think Drake, think! Where would she go, she’s sad, alone, where would she go? Then it clicked in his head and he started to run. Lungs were burning as his feet stomped hardly on the marble floor, on the grass, on the pavement... he set his mind to work in only one goal: find her, that’s why when his feet touched the sand of the private beach by the hillside of the palace he couldn’t fill his insides with air. Racing heart as his eyes scanned the place, beating faster and faster until he spotted her waist-deep in the sea. The red strands in her hair now only visible on the tips of her locks, now damped as the water moved around her frame. The sea was mad, as much as himself, forcefully shoving its waves on the rocks, and on her, one hitting her chest too forcefully. She disappeared under the deep blue. “RILEY!” He screamed to no one, and the sky ate his unsaid plea as he ran to the waves. He wanted to breathe and the force of the water sent him from one side to another until he could finally grab the skirt of her dress and pull her to him. He used all his strength to drag them both out of the water, laying her on her back and pulling the damp strands from her face. His lips touched her with desperation, but not the passion they used to, every blow of air was a cry on the void, a silent supplication for her life, his hands feeling the cold water and feeble bones as he pressed her sternum. Please. Please. An unnatural sound rose from her chest and she coughed, spilling the water to the side. “Oh thank God, Riley” he pulled her close to him not noticing her hooded eyelids and rolling eyes. “You’re not real” she whispered, tired and hazy voice, her lips were almost blue, not the purple the cold would usually provide. “I’m here, Riley. Stay with me!” He held her head as her neck didn’t have enough strength to do it. “He’s never gon’ love me again.” She wasn’t focusing on him anymore and her body went limp. He stood carrying her close to his chest, once again adrenaline kicking in, so highly he didn’t know how fast he left the beach, being found by Liam and Bastien, who had to forcefully pull Riley from his arms to take her to the hospital. Everything was a blur, at some point someone handed him a coat and suddenly he was inside a limo. Savannah’s lips moved but no sound came to his ear. He remembered the lights of the hospital almost blinding his eyes, hurt by the salt.
Someone sat him on an uncomfortable chair, he grabbed Bastien’s arm and made him promise he would see her first. So he waited. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. He remembered when she was five and he told her, unaware of the true line o succession, that she would be queen, which led her to cry and say she wanted to be an Astronaut. You make me happy when skies are gray At 12 he held her through the night as her favorite mare gave birth and she just wouldn’t leave the barn. You’ll never no dear, how much I love you. He taught her how to drive in his father’s 68’ Mustang, elated by her laughter and the way her hair flew in the wind as she moved down the empty road. Please don’t take my sunshine away. “You may come in” he was startled by the nurse’s voice. Her mother was still on her way to the hospital even though it has been half an hour since they reversed her overdose. His feet were barely audible on the floor as he made his way in.
Riley York looked nothing like the future Duchess of Valtoria, her face was pale and her lips devoid of color, both of her hands tied to the side of the bed, around her frail wrist a simple grey band with the words Drake avoided thinking through the whole ordeal: Suicidal. Why did you do it, Riley? How will we ever move on from that?
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Graffiti- Chapter 4
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Chapter word count: 5,374 -> Total story word count: 15,635
Chapter summary:
“I pulled you out here because…” Gon’s voice trailed off and Killua glanced at him from the corner of his eye. The other teen’s expression was clouded over now, brown brows pulled down anxiously.
Killua frowned. “Because?” he prompted.
Gon let out a long breath. “Because, back at your apartment I promised I would tell you why I’m in Masadora. So I’m going to fulfill that promise.”
Killua’s step faltered. Gon was actually keeping his promise?
“R-Really?”
Gon nodded.
This chapter is actually the reason why I wanted to make a multi-chapter mafia/gang au in the first place! There’s a specific scene in it that I always wanted to write ^-^ this was also the first chapter I ever wrote for Graffiti, even before chapters 1-3...
Thank you as always to @softkillua and @godspeedcomplex for beta’ing this ages ago, AND THANKYOU @sketchxhunter FOR THE BEAUTIFUL CHAPTER ART YOU ARE INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter title: What Do You Want?
(Chapter art)
“Hey,” a too-loud voice whispered in his ear. Killua stiffened as a warm hand curled over his shoulder, fighting down the instinct to grab the arm belonging to the hand and flip its owner over onto his back. It was a natural reaction, especially after everything that had happened in the past few hours, but….
“Killua,” the familiar voice whispered loudly again. Killua turned away from Alluka’s sleeping form and found himself staring directly into dark, honey brown eyes.
His pulse stuttered and Killua gritted his teeth, silently cursing himself. It was bad enough he had put Alluka in danger by moving in with Gon and his friends, did his treacherous heart really need to react this way every time Gon got close? It was like his heart didn’t even care that Gon could destroy the fragile security Killua had built up for him and Alluka over the past two years.
Gon smiled widely, as if sensing Killua’s inner turmoil. He jerked his head towards the door—an invitation.
Killua’s eyes darted from Gon back to Alluka. He couldn’t leave her here. It wasn’t an option. What if—
But the warm hand had moved from his shoulder down to wrap around his wrist, insistently tugging him to his feet and away from Alluka’s bed before Killua could even think of putting up a fight.
A flare of anger rose up inside him and Killua dug his heels into the ground. He hissed into the darkness, “Gon—!”
“She’ll be fine!” the other teen insisted as they passed through the doorway to Alluka and Killua’s room. “Everyone will watch her, I promise. But right now—” his grip on Killua tightened and Killua sucked in a breath, “—we need to talk.”
“Can’t it wait until morning?!” Killua asked, exasperated.
“No. It has to be now.”
He pushed open the exit door and Killua was momentarily blinded. It was an unusually clear night—not a single cloud marred the ocean of stars spread out in the sky above them—and the moonlight alone was bright enough to make him cringe.
Gon, on the other hand, wasn’t affected at all. He wasted no time in yanking Killua off towards their right, then left, then right again. Killua only stumbled a few times, swallowing down every question that rose to his lips. If Gon hadn’t said where they were headed already, he probably wouldn’t tell Killua now.
He would just have to wait and trust that Gon knew where he was going.
Abruptly, Gon slowed. Killua matched his pace, then blinked at the familiar smell of fresh water and wet wood. He suddenly had a very good idea of where Gon was taking him, and wasn’t surprised when they passed a final row of buildings and saw the boardwalk just a few feet ahead.
They came to a stop as their sneakers touched the long planks of wood and for a few moments, the pair just breathed. Killua gazed out at the river laid before them as his heart rate started to slow. Moonlight glistened off the water’s gentle current, a faint breeze rustling the distant tree leaves. The only other sound was their own heavy panting, and the silence only made the obvious more noticable: he and Gon were totally alone here.
Killua recognized this place, of course. He and Alluka came here to the Boardwalk a lot on the weekends to skateboard between crowds and buy melting ice cream cones. They’d even taken shelter under one of the bridges after initially escaping from their family. The bridge had provided protection from the rain for the two homeless siblings and Killua had been grateful for that if nothing else.
But he could have never imagined that he would be standing here now, two years later and in the middle of the night, with a gang leader clinging to his arm.
Speaking of which.
“Okay.” Killua shook his wrist to throw Gon’s hand off. “That’s enough, let go.”
Gon grinned. “What, are you scared of holding my hand, Killua?”
“No,” he said shortly and pried Gon’s sweaty fingers off one by one. “I just don’t want to hold your hand. There’s a difference.”
“Aw, Killua.” Gon placed his now free hand over his heart and sighed dramatically. “I’m hurt. I thought we had something special!”
Killua scowled. He couldn’t believe Gon was real, sometimes.
“If you don’t shut up, the only thing you’re gonna have is my foot shoved up your ass,” he snapped.
Gon’s expression of mock pain dropped away instantly. Then his mouth curved into a smile and he was laughing so hard the sound echoed and bounced off the nearby buildings.
Killua stared at him. What the heck, he hadn’t said anything even remotely funny! If anything, he’d been threatening Gon and yet here he was, cackling like Killua had just told the greatest joke in the planet.
“You’re so loud, jeez,” he grumbled as Gon broke into a fit of giggles. “Seriously, I’m gonna push you into the river if you don’t stop it.”
Gon gasped, “I’m—sorry! I can’t—ahaha—help it!”
He wheezed and covered his mouth with his fist, clearly trying to stop himself from laughing even more. Killua just continued watching in utter bafflement.
“How did you get so weird?” he asked. “Did your mom drop you on your head or something when you were a baby?!”
“I—” Gon took a huge gulp of air and wobbled upright into a standing position, “—wouldn’t know! I don’t think so, at least.”
Killua raised an eyebrow. Okay. Because that made so much sense.
“I was adopted by my aunt!” Gon explained, catching Killua’s confusion. “She’s the one who raised me. I don’t know anything about my birth mom.”
Killua inwardly groaned. The last thing in the world he wanted was to learn more about Gon. That would just make everything so much harder than it already was—
“What about your mom?”
The question caught him off guard. Killua blinked owlishly, then narrowed his eyes at the freckled teen. Gon just looked back at him innocently.
“Oh no,” Killua growled. He shook his head and turned his back on Gon completely. “No way. We are not playing that game right now—”
“Why not?” Gon chased after Killua as he stomped down the boardwalk. “C'mon, Killua, it’s just a question!”
“You know why! I’m not telling you anything about me and Alluka’s past, or how I knew Leorio, or what the rest of my family’s like! You’re not getting anything from me. At all. Got it?!”
Gon stuck out his tongue. “You’re really no fun, Killua. It was just a question!”
“Yeah, well, go ask your questions to someone else.”
“Mm, nah. There’s no point if it’s not you, you know?”
Killua looked at him blankly. “Uh, no?”
Gon hummed, skipping slightly as he sang out, “You will! Maybe not right now, but one day!”
Killua resisted the urge to drag his nails down the side of his face. He didn’t get Gon. He might as well be speaking gibberish for all Killua got out of him. His motives and goals were total mysteries to Killua.
“Hey,” Killua said, suddenly remembering where they were. “What do you want, Gon?”
Gon tilted his head and the tips of his green spikes fell into honey colored eyes. “What do you mean?”
Something fluttered Killua’s chest. He crushed the feeling without hesitation or remorse.
A loud, he said, “I mean, why did you drag me all the way out here? You said you wanted to talk.”
“Oh.” Gon’s expression was one of surprise, like he’d forgotten the reason why the two of them were on the Boardwalk in the first place. “Yeah. I did say that, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did. Now tell me why you pulled me away from my sister or else I’m walking away. And if that happens, there’s no way I’m letting you drag me back here.”
Gon scrunched up his nose. “Eh? But I said Alluka would be fine! You need to trust me a little more, Ki—”
“No way,” Killua cut him off. “That’s never going to happen. Just tell me what you wanted to say so we can go back already. Unlike you, I have no desire to be out here.”
Gon huffed, looking genuinely put out for once, and Killua felt a small twinge of guilt. That kicked-puppy expression was wrong on Gon’s face, like it didn’t belong. It made Killua feel weirdly bad knowing that he was the cause of it, even though Gon had caused him more than enough grief the past day.
“I pulled you out here because…” Gon’s voice trailed off and Killua glanced at him from the corner of his eye. The other teen’s expression was clouded over now, brown brows pulled down anxiously.
Killua frowned. “Because?” he prompted.
Gon let out a long breath. “Because, back at your apartment I promised I would tell you why I’m in Masadora. So I’m going to fulfill that promise.”
Killua’s step faltered. Gon was actually keeping his promise?
“R-Really?”
Gon nodded.
He was serious, Killua realized. He’d never seen Gon this—this solemn before. There wasn’t a hint of light in those round eyes, no smile gracing that usually-happy mouth.
It made something unpleasant and heavy settle in Killua’s stomach.
“Are…are you sure?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yeah.” Gon lifted his face to the starry sky. “It’s better just to get some things over with.”
Huh. Interesting.
“Okay,” Killua said and tucked his hands behind his head. “Tell me, then.”
Gon kicked a stray pebble. It skittered along the boardwalk, skipping twice before tumbling off the edge and into the river below. Killua followed its path, listening attentively to Gon’s voice as he began by saying, “You remember when we first met, right? A little over a year ago?”
“Yes,” Killua said. “We established this already at the diner, Gon.”
��I know! I’m just making sure, that’s all. I was telling the truth back then that I got hurt because of a fight, but, um, it wasn’t just any fight. I mean, gangs fight all the time but this...wasn’t like that.”
“What do you mean?” Killua asked, heart weighing down with something close to dread.
“I mean,” Gon said slowly. “I got hurt chasing after someone who had kidnapped my gang leader, Kite.”
Killua’s brow puckered. “Wait, aren’t you the gang leader?”
Gon shook his head, eyes distant. “Not back then, I wasn’t. Kite was the leader for years and years before the ants showed up.”
Killua’s blood ran cold.
The ants, Gon had said. As in: Atypical Neutrality Trajectory Soldiers. ANTS.
“You’re a Hunter,” he breathed, eyes growing large, and Gon nodded.
Killua curled his hands into fists, pulse starting to race through his veins. Hunters weren’t like normal gangs, if anyone could even call them that. Hunters were based in Swaldani City but they spread all around the world without care or regard for other countries’ boundaries. They were specialized, had a unique set of interests that grouped them together; they were more like cults or guilds from the Middle Ages than any kind of modern day gangs Killua knew about.
They were also far more deadly than your average delinquent. Hunters were highly trained in their specialty, driven to do anything to pursue it as well as protect the people in their gang with that same level of passion.
Killua remembered his father's words echoing from years old memories:
“Stay away from Hunters, Killua. They don’t play by the rules, or bend them as we do. To Hunters, there are no rules. The only way to deal with a Hunter is to kill them. And that’s what you should do if you ever come across one of them. Understand?”
Killua swallowed thickly, mouth cotton dry. Shit. This was worse than he could’ve ever imagined.
“I became a Hunter when I was twelve,” Gon stated casually and Killua nearly tripped.
“T-Twelve?! But—aren’t you supposed to pass some ridiculous test before you can call yourself a Hunter?!”
Gon brightened. “Yeah! And it was really hard, but kind of fun, too! I made some friends. They’re nice, even if I don’t see them too often anymore. But…Killua, how do you know that?”
Killua’s heart skipped a beat. “What?”
“Well, it’s just—” Gon looked at him, and this time there was a new kind of scrutiny to his gaze, “—only Hunters know about the Hunter Exam. It’s not widespread information or anything.”
Fuck. Killua’s throat constricted. He’d messed up. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
“Killua?” Gon repeated and Killua stilled.
Focus, Killua. Gon didn’t know anything and he had to do everything he could to keep it that way.
“It doesn’t matter how I know it,” he grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets so Gon couldn’t see them shaking. “This is about you, not me. Just keep talking, I’m starting to get cold.”
“It’s the beginning of summer, Killua.”
“Does it look like I care?!” Killua retorted, practically bristling now. “Stop questioning me and get on with your stupid explanation already!”
Gon grinned. The light in his eyes danced in the moonlight and Killua had the feeling Gon was inwardly laughing at him. “But you’re the one who interrupted. Remember?”
“Gon,” Killua said, voice dropping low in a warning. “If you don’t shut up—”
“Okay, okay! I get it.” Gon held up his hands in surrender. “But, um, yeah! I’m a Hunter. And I was with Kite and his gang for about two years when…”
His cheeky expression faltered, his bright smile giving away to something much, much darker.
“When the ANTS came,” Killua said quietly.
Killua remembered the day the ANTS invaded Swaldani City. It had been around the time he was preparing to run away with Alluka; he had passed a news station during a trip with Illumi and his father when he read—
GOVERNMENT SENDS IN ANTS: HUNTER EXTERMINATION STARTS NOW
Distantly, Killua heard Gon admit, “Yeah. The ANTS. They were sent in by the government to ‘control’ the Hunter population. Apparently we were getting too rowdy and powerful in our numbers even though we only exist in one city.”
But you branch out, Killua resisted the urge to say. You form in Swaldani City but you travel everywhere, even to other countries. You take what you want and leave. And our government couldn’t stand for that anymore.
It was different in the Mafia; they played the rules and danced behind them to further their power and standing. They were bound by old alliances and older traditions. But Hunters didn’t care about that. They took what they wanted without regard for anyone but themselves. And that made them dangerous, especially if there was a lot of them.
So the Hunters had to go.
“The ANTS,” Killua started and Gon zeroed in on his face with an intensity that made Killua’s skin tingle. “They took your leader? What were you guys even Hunting, anyway? Gangs like yours don’t bother with the kind of stupid shit that regular gangs pull, like graffiti or something.”
“Bugs. Animals. Extinct or rare species. Kite liked to collect them, or at least see them if it was too dangerous to take them with us. Me, I just followed him around. Kite was my guardian.”
“What about your aunt?”
“She died,” Gon said a matter-of-factly. “Kite was the one who took me home after her funeral.”
Killua dropped his gaze to his dirt-covered sneakers, a numbness growing in his chest. He didn’t know what to say to that. Killua thought about death, and saw voidless eyes and a high pitched voice calling his name—
Killua bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from thinking any further. He didn’t need this right now. Gon’s aunt had nothing to do with Killua’s past and he couldn’t afford to lose himself in memories that weighed him down until he could no longer breathe.
That life was behind him. All he could do was keep moving forward with Alluka, to protect her where he had failed before.
“I’m sorry,” he offered at last, tone hollow. If Gon noticed anything was off with Killua, he didn’t show it; he simply gave Killua a tight smile, shadows lingering in the corners of his eyes.
“Thanks. She was great. And Kite—he was great too! I loved traveling and seeing the world with him!”
“Was?” Killua repeated and instantly regretted the question at the way Gon’s expression froze in place.
Of course. Was, because Kite wasn’t the leader of his gang anymore; Gon was the one who told the others what to do now. And that could only mean one thing.
“Yeah,” Gon said quietly. There was an edge in his voice—dark, full of rage and uncontrollable fury—that had Killua’s hair standing on end. “He…Kite’s gone. The ANTS took him and paraded his dead body in parts around Swaldani City, promising to do that to every single last one of us if we didn’t disband.”
Goosebumps broke across Killua’s skin. It wasn’t a pretty image, what Gon was telling him.
“Did you listen to them?” he asked, his tone calmer than he felt.
Gon shrugged but his face was still closed off, blank and emotionless in his stoic fury. “Some did, most didn’t. But it was just enough to satisfy the government. The ANTS left within a few months.”
Killua chewed the new information over silently. What Gon said made sense with what few news articles Killua had read at that time.
But it didn’t explain why Gon was here now.
“The ANTS Project ended a year ago,” Killua said slowly, not missing when Gon’s hands twitched at his words. “It ended after we met. Why did you come back to Masadora?”
“Mmm…lots of reasons. The buildings are pretty, the italian food here is really good—”
“Gon,” Killua growled, not to be fooled, and Gon smiled for a second, some of the light from earlier filtered back into his eyes.
“There was a rumor,” he finally confessed. “About Kite’s body being stored somewhere here, since this city was the first place the ANTS came after leaving Swaldani.”
He paused. Killua eyed the way Gon twiddled his thumbs awkwardly, how he chewed his soft, bottom lip. There was something else he wanted to say, clearly.
“And?” Killua urged. Then, to his complete and utter surprise, Gon’s cheeks darkened with a slight blush.
“And, well, you were here!” Gon chirped. “I wanted to see you again. So this was the perfect opportunity!”
Heat blossomed across Killua’s face. He scowled to hide the scarlet tinge of his skin, despising himself for how quickly and visibly his body reacted to Gon’s simple words.
“S-Stupid,” he bit out and turned away from Gon so he wouldn’t see Killua flush.
Gon laughed—a real laugh, without tension and anger, a sound beautiful in its free joy—
“If you say so, Killua,” Gon said and Killua didn’t need to turn back around to see the radiant smile on his face.
Killua bit the inside of his cheek. Fucking—gang member with his stupid gremlin hair and button nose and, and, and leather clothes! God, Killua wanted to punch that stupid grin right off Gon’s freckled face! That would probably just make Gon laugh even more, though, knowing him.
“You are an idiot,” he retorted as Gon continued to grin at him in obvious amusement. “Who in their right mind would come to Masadora, a city just ten minutes from the capital, based on a rumor?! That’s crazy, it doesn’t make sense!”
“Eh. Well.” Gon scratched his cheek. “My sources are pretty good. I trust them. Plus, like I said, you’re here so…”
Killua blinked. That sentence—it had a different meaning this time when Gon had said it. He could tell.
But, why? Why would Killua’s presence specifically make a difference? Sure, Killua had reached out to his own sources last year to help Gon when he was hurt, but that was—
Something clicked, like a puzzle piece falling into place.
Killua abruptly stopped walking. Understanding washed over him in a moment of pure clarity, and suddenly he couldn’t breathe.
Gon. He was...he was using Killua.
“Killua?” Gon had noticed Killua wasn’t walking anymore and had turned around. He cocked his head to the side. “Are you okay?”
Killua swallowed thickly. Hot, prickling anger raced through his veins and he had to make a conscious effort not to throw himself Gon in a fit of violent rage.
Was he okay?! Was Gon seriously asking him that after everything that happened in the past twenty-four hours?!
“You want my help finding Kite’s body,” he stated and his voice trembled with his fury. “Don’t you. That’s why you wanted to talk to me again.”
Gon must have sensed the change in the air between them; he stood up straighter, golden gaze quickly sweeping over Killua’s form and clouding over in confusion. He said hesitantly, “Um. Yes?”
Killua curled his hands into claws. “And why,” he growled out. “Did you think I would help you with something like that?!”
Honest surprise caused Gon’s eyes to widen. “Because you helped me before,” he said, like his insane reasoning was somehow obvious. “When I was hurt, you got Leorio to stitch me up and everything!”
“That was totally different!” Killua snapped. Back then, he wasn’t putting Alluka’s life in danger. Back then, the other Zoldycks weren’t so close to finding them.
Back then, he could drop Gon off with Leorio and wash his hands of him once and for all! But he couldn’t do that now, not with Illumi right on their tail!
Gon was still confused. “How? I just need to know what you know, maybe that could—”
Killua didn’t hesitate. He whipped out the gun in his back pocket and leveled it directly at Gon’s face.
Silence.
Tension hung heavy in the air between them. Killua’s chest heaved, skin tingling as if he’d been struck with lighting. Still, his hand on the gun was as steady as always. He’d been using guns since he was a child; it was an extension of him, as natural and easy as breathing. He had never missed a target more than a handful times.
And he knew Gon could tell that by the way he’d frozen in place, still as a bronze statue.
Killua watched Gon stare at the barrel with large, round eyes. They shone in the moonlight like molten gold, he thought and tightened his hold on the gun until his knuckles were paper-white. He couldn’t afford to be distracted right now, no matter how mesmerizing the color and intensity of Gon’s eyes.
Those eyes trailed up the line of the midnight black gun to Killua’s arms, tracing along his neck before finally landing on Killua’s face. Killua waited, blood roaring in his ears, but Gon didn’t say anything. He just stared and stared and stared.
“You talk too much,” Killua finally breathed a few seconds later.
Gon opened his mouth, “Ki—”
Click.
The sound of the safety break being pulled out was like a thunderbolt compared to the low rumble of the river by their side. It echoed off the buildings and side alleys just as Gon’s laughter had done, ricocheted back onto their ears.
“Don’t,” Killua warned and Gon’s gaze darted to the gun before jumping back up to Killua’s face. “Don’t. Do you think I’m playing around with this? Because I’m not. I’ll shoot a bullet through your skull without blinking and toss your dead corpse into the water. Then I’ll go back to Alluka, and we’ll run. No one will figure out what happened here until your body washes ashore days from now.”
Gon listened to Killua’s speech quietly, his eyes never straying once from Killua’s. Killua didn’t know what Gon saw there—he couldn’t read the emotion behind that calculating gaze—and he did not care.
He was done. Done with being a means to someone else’s goals, done with living each day like it was his last, done with putting Alluka’s life in danger.
He wouldn’t do it. Especially for a some eccentric, adrenaline-junkie of a Hunter wanting to meddle with ANTS, of all things.
“You’re bad news, Gon,” he said calmly. “And I don’t care what you want from me or who exactly you are, I just want you out of my life.”
Gon’s face was blank as stone. “You mean that?”
Killua took a step forward and pressed the gun’s opening to Gon’s skin, right between his eyes.
“What do you think?” he asked softly.
A small breeze picked up, sounding like a low moan as it passed through the alleyways and twisted around building corners. It made Killua’s jacket whip around his waist and tousled his white locks. Still, he refused to move—blue eyes stayed locked on gold.
“I think,” Gon said quietly after the wind died away. “That you’re scared. You think I’m going to find out what your big secret is, that I’m going to ruin the peace you’ve built up here.”
The cold barrel pressed harder into Gon’s tanned skin. Killua said lowly, “Careful, Gon.”
“You asked me a question,” Gon retorted and Killua’s nostrils flared.
“Maybe. But I’m the one with the gun in my hands. You’d do well to remember that, don’t you think?”
Gon’s eyes bored into his. “You haven’t shot me yet.”
“Doesn’t mean I won’t.”
“I don’t think you will.”
“Oh, really? And what makes you so sure? I’ve shot a lot of people. Shooting you would be easy.”
“Because,” Gon said simply. “You’re Killua.”
Killua wanted to scream. Gon’s logic was pure insanity at best. At worst, it was absolute gibberish.
“What the hell does that mean?!” he barked. “You don’t know anything about me!”
“I know enough,” Gon said stubbornly.
“You—” Killua hissed and took a step closer, not missing the way Gon’s breathing hitched, “—are delusional. We had one dinner together. One. That doesn’t mean we’re suddenly best friends forever!”
“Maybe we could be!” Gon finally snapped back, mouth pulled down in a snarl that was so ferocious it made Killua freeze.
Gon took a deep breath. “We could be,” Gon repeated, softer this time. “I...Killua, listen, I’m not just here to use you and your resources, or to bother you and Alluka, even though you might not believe me…”
Killua’s throat tightened at the gentle, warm light that entered Gon’s eyes. He was looking at Killua like he had earlier, back in Killua’s bedroom—with a fondness that left Killua momentarily stunned and reeling.
“I was being honest earlier, when said I wanted to spend time with you,” Gon continued stubbornly. “I swear it. And you can yell at me all night until dawn that I’m lying, but that won’t prove anything. You know that, and I know that. So, why don’t you just...put down the gun, and we can talk about this face to face until we figure something out. Okay?”
Killua pressed his lips into a thin line. He hated how reasonable Gon sounded. He would much rather scream and rage at the freckled teen, release all his pent up frustration and anger until it was all spent.
But that was stupid. And Killua hadn’t survived this long by being stupid.
“You know what? I have a better idea,” Killua said and Gon’s eyebrows jumped up.
“Oh yeah?” he asked. “What kind of idea?”
“One where we both get what we want.”
A strange gleam entered into Gon’s eyes, the kind that made Killua’s heart lurch. He tightened his grip on the lever to keep his arm from shaking.
He couldn’t afford to show any weakness right now.
“And what is it that you want, Ki-llu-a?” Gon asked, voice dropping.
“I want you to disappear,” Killua stated bluntly. He didn’t react at all to the shock on Gon’s eyes, the way his entire body froze over like ice.
Killua continued calmly, “I want you to leave this city, get as far away from here as possible. I want you to never contact me, or my sister ever again. If I see you, or even hear your voice ever again after this, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you ever do.”
Gon stared at him, unblinkingly. There was no movement in his face, no flicker of his irises or twist of his lips. It was like he’d turned into stone. It was only because of Killua’s background that he was able to catch the smallest twitch of Gon’s hands, the strange pain in the depth of his golden irises.
Killua’s stomach flipped. Was Gon…upset with this deal? No, that couldn’t be it; they barely knew each other. The idea of never seeing each other after this was all over shouldn’t affect Gon that much. It certainly didn’t affect Killua.
But there was something else—something that caused a  pang in his chest at that slight sadness on Gon’s face—that almost made him think differently.
“So...if I leave you alone,” Gon began. “You’ll help me find Kite? That’s your grand idea?”
Killua scowled at the sarcasm. “Yes. It is. You can take it or leave it, but who knows if you’ll ever find your dear mentor without my help.”
Gon’s eyes flashed dangerously. “I will find Kite. No matter what. Nothing is going to stop me from saving him.”
He’s already dead, Killua thought bitterly. You’re not saving anyone by going through with this. Not even yourself.
“Sure you are,” Killua said out loud. “You’ll find him a lot faster with my help, though.”
Gon curled his hands into fists. “But if I do that, I won’t ever get to see you again. Or talk to you.”
Killua almost rolled his eyes. “Life’s rough, Gon. Make your choice. What’s worth more to you? Finding Kite, or talking to me. The answer should be obvious.”
The rest of this words died in the back of his throat. Goosebumps broke across his skin and he sucked in a quick breath; Gon was glaring at him venomously, a palpable and seething anger rolling off his body in waves.
Killua’s mouth went dry. Shit. Had he just pushed Gon too far? Maybe baiting him with Kite was a bad idea—
“Fine,” Gon bit out and slapped the gun away from his forehead. A sharp CRACK echoed around them, loud and shocking. “I’ll agree. You help me find Kite, and I promise I’ll never bother you again.”
“You or your little gang,” Killua retorted and Gon visibly gritted his teeth.
“And my gang.”
“And you can’t bother Alluka, either.”
Gon snorted, the sound was strangely bitter. “I think that’s a given, Killua.”
“Nothing is a given, Gon. And I refuse to take risks when it comes to—”
Gon blurred. Something warm grabbed Killua’s wrist, yanking him forward and straight into Gon chest.
And that was how Killua suddenly found himself nose-to-nose with very person he’d just been threatening to kill. He stiffened as one of Gon’s muscular arms wrapped securely around Killua’s waist, his other hand catching Killua’s in a bone-crushing grip. Gon’s freckled face hovered less than a centimeter away from Killua’s and, for a moment, Killua forgot to breathe.
All Killua could see were those eyes: burning and golden, so intense in their stare that they made Killua’s blood rush to his face and his heart start to pound. Gon’s eyes rendered Killua speechless. All he could do was gaze into their depths as every thought in his brain fizzled out into nothingness.
Gon opened his mouth to speak, and Killua’s already erratic heartbeat started to race like it was trying to fly right out of his chest—
“I won’t let anything happen to your sister,” Gon said, tone low and gravely as goosebumps rose across Killua’s skin. “I swear it. But, Killua. You should know, if that’s the deal you want…”
Gon leaned in, until his lips brushed the shell of Killua’s ear. Killua’s head swam as Gon whispered:
“We’re staying together until our promise is over. From now on, it’s you and me against the world. Do we have a deal?”
Killua swallowed thickly, mouth dry.
“Deal.”
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decembercamiecherries ¡ 7 years ago
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Walking on Moonlight
Word Count: 2218
Summary:
“Killua?”
Killua grounds his teeth together. “I’m not mad.”
Gon hums. “Okay. But, you know, you kind of sound like you are, so-”
“Gon!” Killua snaps- for real, this time. “I am not mad, okay?! I’m just. Kind of…”
“Pissed?”
This is a fic written for my friend Kaz, aka @softkillua! I told him ages ago that I would write him anything for his birthday today and this was his request! This is a killugon trans crew au in which killua is transgender male and Gon is generfluid- you can find more about this universe in Kaz’s sideblog @thehxh-transcrewau! And lastly, this fic was beta’d by the kind and wonderful @murderxbaby, thank you so much for helping out with this!
I hope you like this Kaz it was a pleasure to write with your characters ^-^ and I wish you a very happy and wonderful birthday!!!!! Eat all the cake haha
P.S. Check out shimmy-sham’s beautiful artwork to go along with this fic!!!
The walk is silent.
Not awkward, really, because things can never actually be awkward when it comes to the two of them spending time together. They know each other too well for that. But the walk is still quiet and kind of weird, and Killua is already more flustered than he would like admit after the events that occurred in the past few hours.
Because Gon had taken him out. On a date. Like, a real date. Not their usual “Hey, hey, Killua, let’s go get ice cream!” or “OH! Killua, let's go home and watch a movie. Aunt Mito’s out for the night!” kind of date that Killua is more than used to and happy with at this point.
No. Like a real, real date. The kind where they’d driven to some fancy restaurant with a fancy name Killua would never be able to pronounce with an equally fancy menu plastered with even more fancy names. On top of it all, Gon insisted on getting all dressed up and nice and pretty and Killua- Killua hated getting dressed up. Hated it with the fiery burning passion of a thousand suns.
But he did it, because it was for Gon. He let Alluka straighten his hair, tie it half up in an eloquent set of knots and braids while the rest cascaded down his back, for Gon. He put on dark jeans and his best sweater- even though it scratched at his skin and itched- for Gon, because Gon liked how those colors looked on him, and Gon was worth it.
But that didn’t mean Killua was exactly happy about it.
“You okay?”
Killua scowls at the question. “Fine,” he bites out, trying his honest-to-god best not to snap (but he’s pretty sure he ends up doing it anyway). “Amazing. Just- you know, peachy.”
Gon laughs. It’s a mix of bells and chimes, the swell of an ocean wave, and the freedom of a bird soaring through the sky. Gon’s laughter is beautiful, honestly. It’s probably one of the most- if not the most- beautiful sounds Killua’s ever heard, or ever will. Killua can’t help the way his sour mood lifts a little at the joy spilling from Gon’s perfect lips.
“What?” Killua asks, brow furrowing.
Gon cuts them-self off, still giggling slightly when they ask, “Are you still mad about dinner?”
Dinner. Dinner, Gon says, like it’s not that big of a deal, like they hadn’t gone and made this entire thing ten times more bizarre and weird than it already was by insisting that they pay for the whole bill and not let Killua hand over a single penny-
“Killua?”
Killua grounds his teeth together. “I’m not mad.”
Gon hums. “Okay. But, you know, you kind of sound like you are, so-”
“Gon!” Killua snaps- for real, this time. “I am not mad, okay?! I’m just. Kind of…”
“Pissed?”
Gon lets out another peal of laughter when Killua whirls around and punches them in the shoulder. “AH, Killua, ahaha-”
“Shut it! Ugh!”
“It’s the truth though, right?”
“No! It’s not!”
Gon nudges him, golden eyes sparkling with mirth in the faint glow of the moon. “What is it then, hmm?”
“I. Am not. Mad.” Killua turns sharply away from Gon’s burning gaze and glowers moodily at the path ahead of them. He refuses to lose himself in the magnetic pull embodied by the one and only Gon Freecss.
In the distance, Killua spots a wooden bridge that curved over the opening to the harbor. He keeps his own blue eyes trained on that as he mumbles, “It’s just, weird, okay? We never do stuff like that, Gon. Not once in the entire time we’ve been dating have we ever done anything that fancy. Where the hell did all of that even come from?!”
Out of the corner of his vision, Killua sees Gon bob their head thoughtfully. “Hmm. That’s true! But, that’s exactly why I wanted to do it, you know?”
“…no. I don’t know.”
Gon clasps their hands behind their back and they disappear from view in the folds of Gon’s long skirt. “Well! That’s kind of why I did all of this, actually? I was just thinking that we’ve never gone on an official date before! We’ve always done a lot of little stuff but never anything official. And that’s what I want for us!”
“G-Gon,” Killua chokes out. He can feel an ugly blush creeping up his neck, blooming across his cheeks and spreading all the way to the tip of his ears. It’s hot and uncomfortable and the small butterflies in his stomach really aren’t making this experience any easier. “That’s…c’mon, we’ve been dating for years now, you never needed to do anything ‘official’. We’re as officially together as we’ll ever be.”
“I know! But Lea and Kurapika go on these really nice dates all the time and they’re always doing a ton of special things for each other. This was never about doing something that ‘needed’ to be done. I wanted to do that with you, because you’re wonderful and amazing, and you deserve to be treated like that.”
Killua ducks his head at that, knowing his entire face is scarlet. Gon’s words were genuine, tender. They weren’t lying about any of that; they were being honest and blunt as usual, and it was…
“Embarrassing,” Killua mutters and hears Gon stifle a snicker.
“You’re the only one embarrassed, Ki-llu-a,” Gon says teasingly. Something warm and soft brushes against Killua’s knuckles and as mortified as Killua is right now, he doesn’t stop Gon from weaving their fingers together lightly. Gon squeezes once and Killua tightens his hip in response.
They’re 20 years old. They’ve been dating for years and know each other even longer than that. And yet, having all that knowledge doesn’t stop Killua’s heart from bursting at the simple contact of Gon’s calloused skin against his. Their hands still fit as perfectly as ever, Killua’s longer fingers fitting snugly against Gon’s broader ones. He still loves the way Gon’s thumb absent-mindedly traces circles into the curve of his bone, how Gon sometimes squeezes his hand too tightly when they get overexcited about something, the light swinging of their arms to match the pace of their feet…
It’s good. It’s good and wonderful and perfect, and it’s so much more than Killua could’ve ever dreamed at the tender age of 12, before he and Gon became an actual thing. It’s so good that it makes him wonder if he’s worth it, sometimes.
But then he sees the happiness brighten Gon’s eyes whenever they lock onto Killua’s face, the automatic curve of their lips whenever they call out Killua’s name, and Killua knows the answer.
Gon gasps suddenly and points ahead with their free hand. “Killua, look! It’s a bridge with fairy lights and water, and-”
“Yeah, I know.” Killua fondly rolls his eyes at Gon’s enthusiasm. “I saw it earlier. Why are you so-”
He yelps at the sharp tug of his arm. And then they’re both running, feet pounding on black cement as Gon half pulls, half races Killua to the wooden bridge. Killua’s lungs burn and his heart pounds, but Gon holds onto his hand tightly the entire time.
The pair only slow after their shoes hit the first wooden block. When they finally stop, both are a panting, sweaty mess. Killua can feel his bangs sticking to his forehead as the adrenaline leaves his veins. His mouth tastes like metal and Gon- Gon is still holding his hand somehow.
Killua swallows thickly at the realization. His gaze slowly traces up the line of Gon’s arm, over their neck to land on their wonderful face. Gon is staring straight ahead, eyes twinkling with simple joy at the yellow lights twisting around the bridge’s railing. Gon tugs gently at Killua’s arm to lead him forward.
“C’mon,” Gon says softly and Killua obeys without hesitation.
The sight at the top of the bridge is beautiful. Killua’s mouth falls open and he gapes at the harbor that unfolds before them, moonlight flickering across shallow waves while stars shine like scattered diamonds in an endless sky of midnight blue. The air is cooler here, fresh, and filled with the low trickling sound of the river under their feet. Killua lets go of Gon’s hand to wrap his long fingers around the wooden railing, drinking in the wondrously peaceful scene around them.
He doesn’t even react when a pair of warm arms wrap themselves around his waist.
“Pretty, right?” Gon says into Killua’s ear. Their warm breath ghosts across Killua’s skin, and Killua can’t help but lean back with a sigh.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. He feels soft and fuzzy and content. Gon’s muscled arms around him always have that effect on him. Killua knows he is safe here, in Gon’s embrace, tucked against their beating heart. No one can hurt him as long as Gon is holding him like this.
Killua reaches back to scratch Gon’s head, earning him a happy hum from the person he loved most in the world. Killua admits lowly, “It’s beautiful.”
“So are you.”
Killua’s heart throbs. “Gon-”
“It’s true,” Gon says stubbornly. “Really, Killua. You are. I’ve never seen anything prettier than your smile. You glow from the inside, you know?”
Killua didn’t know. He didn’t understand how Gon could be so patient with him on his worst days, when the depression was heavy and thick and all he wanted was to lay in bed until the world ended. He didn’t understand Gon’s infinite adoration for him, or their unconditional love. He didn’t see most of the things Gon say they love about him. But that’s what love is, isn’t it? Loving someone for every part of them- even the parts they themself couldn’t see.
Killua lets out a long breath, tilting his head backwards to rest against Gon’s shoulder and lifts his face towards the stars. “You’re so weird,” he grumbles as he tries- and fails- to ignore the prickling heat creeping to his cheeks. “People can’t glow, Gon. I’m not a star.”
Gon giggles and nuzzles their nose into Killua’s styled hair. “I think you could be a star, maybe.”
The heat rushing to his skin was growing unbearable now. “Don’t be an idiot.”
“I’m not! I’m just saying, you have pretty silver hair and nice pearly skin and eyes like the sky, and you look like a star, I think! That’s all.”
“That’s all,” Killua parrots back sarcastically and Gon nods enthusiastically.
“Yeah! I mean, I could go on if you want-”
“No, Gon.”
Gon laughs again, light and happy, and butterflies flutter back to life inside Killua’s chest.
It’s stupid. Stupid and cheesy and dumb. But being here, wrapped in Gon’s arms with the heavens spread above them and the quiet chirping of crickets floating through the air…it makes Killua feel like he and Gon belong together, somehow. Like they really are two pieces of a whole, like they are meant to be like this forever.
A slight breeze swirls around them. Gon sways a little in response, forcing Killua to move with them.
“Gon,” Killua starts as Gon begins to hum something, lips pressed to the crown of Killua’s head. “Gon. What are you doing.”
“Nothing,” Gon says, sounding entirely too innocent.
They keep on swaying back and forth. The motion gets stronger, more lavish and flowing, until suddenly Killua finds himself being spun around to face Gon’s beaming face.
“Gon-!” he gasps out but Gon is already grasping his hand, guiding him forward while their second hand presses into the curve of Killua’s spine.
“It’s just a little dancing, Killua,” Gon says. Their voice is so melodic, so enticing, Killua can’t help but be swept away.
“There’s no music,” he says, glancing around anxiously in case someone was watching. He nearly trips over his feet in the process but Gon catches him easily, keeps the pair of them moving as if Killua never fell in the first place.
“Don’t need music, when I got you, baby~”
Killua scoffs at Gon’s teasing. “Yeah, whatever. Sunshine.”
Gon loses it at that. Their whole body shakes with chortling laughter and Killua has to whack them on the shoulder, face burning, before they finally stop.
“You’re so ridiculous.” Killua tugs lightly at Gon’s slicked back hair. He’s not sure how much he likes it; the amount of gel Gon used to get it to stay back like that probably cost them a pretty penny. It was sweet of them for trying though, despite how much more Killua loved Gon’s normal, soft spikes. Gon had tried to look nice for him, just like Killua had done.
“You still love me, though!” Gon chirps brightly and Killua feels his expression soften.
“Yeah,” he admits quietly, silently relishing in the awe that flows into Gon’s beautiful golden eyes. The lights make their tan skin glow, and for a moment, Killua understands what Gon had said earlier. Love made people glow, made them shine. And they were shining here together, under the moon and stars. “I do.”
He cups Gon’s jaw, taking a split second to absorb the warmth radiating from Gon as the other gazed back at him, before pressing his lips to Gon’s and melting into their embrace.
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Are you taking prompts at the moment? ^-^ bc I saw the prompts you reblogged and thought “You’re not pulling another all-nighter, not if I can do anything about it.” sounded cute, and I also saw you say you like thinking about Killua & Gon sleeping next to each other, and thought it might fit? only if you want to of course! and while I'm here, THANK YOU for sharing your writing, it's so so much fun to read and to follow you because I know my day will be saved whenever you post something new
I’m actually trying to hold off on doing requests at the moment bc I have three other projects I’m currently working on hahaaaaaaa ^^; But this was so cute and your message was so incredibly sweet, I just had to write it!!!
This takes place after two-ish years after the killugon separation, so they’re sixteen here! Alluka and Killua are visiting Whale Island (and Gon, of course) for a bit before going off to travel the world again!
I hope you like this! Thank you so much again for your kind comments~
BANG!
Killua jolted at the ear-blasting sound and dropped his DS, heart leaping up into his throat. 
“Killua,” came the familiar, stubborn tone from the open doorway. 
Gon, Killua’s mind sang out silently. 
He immediately stomped that inner voice down. He had thought being separated for nearly two years would’ve gotten rid of the way his insides twisted at the sight of his best friend.
Apparently, he was wrong.
“What, Gon?” Killua snapped as he snatched his DS of the soft sheets. “I said goodnight to you nearly half an hour ago. Who do you think you are, barging into my room like this?”
“Technically, it’s my room since it’s my house.”
“Technically-” Killua shot back, irritated, “- I’m the guest, so its my room. Not yours. Seriously, what do you want? Normally you’re asleep by now.”
Gon shut the door behind him before padding over to the bed. Killua could hear him approaching with the quiet tap-tap of his bare feet against the wooden floor. By the time Gon arrived at his bedside, Killua had pushed himself upwards into a sitting position.
They just looked at each other for a minute, not saying anything. Killua swept his eyes over Gon’s mess of hair, the crumpled green t-shirt and caramel eyes that seemed to glow even in the dark of night. 
He didn’t see anything wrong with Gon. But that didn’t mean anything. Killua had learned that the hard way.
“…Gon?” Killua asked lowly. “What’s-”
“Move over,” Gon said.
Killua blinked. “Um.”
But Gon was already pulling back the sheets and moving to sit down on the mattress. Killua scrambled away until his left arm hit the wall, gaping as Gon shimmied down under the covers.
There was a beat of silence. Then-
“Aren’t you gonna sleep, Killua?” Gon asked and Killua’s mind reeled.
What the hell was going on here?!
“Gon,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Mm?”
“What are you- no, why are you in my bed?!”
Gon peeked up at him. “Sleeping. You still do that, right?”
“Of course I do, stupid!” Killua spat. “Why do you have to do it in my bed, though?! You have a perfectly good bedroom of your own, you know!”
Gon frowned. “I’m doing this for you, Killua.”
…what.
“I’m not gonna let you pull another all-nighter,” Gon explained patiently, like Killua was some temper tantrum throwing two year old. “Not if I can do anything about it.”
“W-Who said I pulled an all-nighter?!” Killua stammered.
“No one. I could just tell. You kept staring off into the distance and spacing out all day. And you never do that.”
Killua’s mouth snapped shut. He could feel Gon’s heavy gaze on his face, even in the dimness of the room. It made his skin hot and itchy.
Killua looked away, ignoring the heat on his cheeks. “So what if I did?”
“Ki-llu-aaaaa,” Gon whined and Killua clenched his jaw hard enough to ache. “Why aren’t you sleeping? Is the room too hot? I’ll tell Aunt Mito if that’s the case and we can open up the windows an hour before we go to bed.”
“No! No, that’s not…” Killua didn’t know what to say. The truth was too embarrassing, there was no way he could tell Gon.
A feather-light touch brushed against his wrist.
“Killua,” Gon said quietly as Killua sucked in a breath. “Tell me. Tell me and I’ll fix it.”
He shook his head. “It’s stupid.”
“No.” The calloused hand tightened around his pale fingers. “Its not. If its bothering you, its not stupid. I promise I won’t laugh. Please, just…tell me. I want you to be comfortable here.”
Gon didn’t say ‘with me’. But the implication was heavy and palpable as it hung in the air between them.
Killua squeezed his eyes shut, inwardly cursing. There was no way he could hold back after that.
“I, um. Its just, that- the thing is, ever since Heavens Arena…”
“Yeah?”
Killua swallowed. His hands were starting to sweat. He really hoped Gon wouldn’t notice. 
He inhaled deeply before starting again. “Ever since Heavens Arena, after you and me started sleeping in the same, uh, bed. I have a hard time…sleeping on my own. I normally sleep with Alluka when we’re in hotels.”
Gon didn’t say anything for a moment. He didn’t let go of Killua’s hand either, though. Killua wasn’t sure what to make of that, but apparently the rapid pounding of his heart could.
The stupid thing hadn’t calmed down since he’d ran into Gon’s open arms three days ago.
“Is that all?” Gon asked, voice cutting through the air, and Killua blinked.
“Um. Yes?”
“Oh,” Gon said. He didn’t sound angry, or upset, or even annoyed. If anything, the little sigh in his tone was relieved. “That’s great! I was scared it was something really bad.”
“I.” Killua was so confused. What was going on. Why was everything always so damn weird whenever Gon was around?! “I don’t get it.”
Gon beamed at him, those tan, freckled cheeks dimpling like they always did whenever Gon got ridiculously happy, and the air in Killua’s lungs disappeared. 
“I’ll stay with you,” Gon said simply. “Every night until you have to go again- we can share a bed, just like we used to when we traveled together! That should fix the problem, right?”
Killua let out a squawk as Gon suddenly yanked him down onto the pillow. Somewhere in the distance, he heard the DS clatter to the floor. 
But that didn’t matter. Because all he could see right now was the tiny flecks of gold in Gon’s eyes.
“G’night, Killua,” his best friend whispered and his breath ghosted over Killua’s cheeks.
Killua bit the inside of his cheek. He could still feel his blood racing through his veins. He’d just have to deal with it. There was no way Gon was leaving now.
“Night, Gon,” he murmured back. The last thing he saw before he shut his eyes was Gon’s tiny but completely genuine smile, like he wouldn’t be anywhere else but here, at Killua’s side.
It wasn’t until the next morning that Killua realized they’d fallen asleep holding hands.
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