#Gon brushing Ki’s hair behind his ear I 😭😭😭

[killuaisaprincess]

Fluff and Puff

“D-Do you think it’s cute?”

Killua fluffs out the edges of his plaid pink skirt, and Gon stares, maybe a little longer than he should.

[killuaisaprincess]

stickybug

IT IS THEM! I miss 🥺 I had fun writing ‘em again; I missed them 🥺 screw work taking all my time away 😤

I don’t celebrate the other char's b-days cept Ki’s (usually in edits and posts, but I hope a fic this year 🥺 my babey), but I needed some GK fluff/hurt-comfort-angst 🥺, and I really wanted Gon carrying Ki the other day, but work was in the way. THIS IS A MESS AND PROBS BAD. And maybe rewrite later, but it was just nice to write them; I miss it, it’s fun, and now I have cute GK. And Ki in dresses/skirts 🥺 and Ki being treated like a princess 🥺 just all my comfort foods. And Ki is tiny and cute 🥺 it them 😭 AND KI IS JUST TINY AND SHY AND MY HEART HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN I LOVE HIM (GON DOES TOO 😤😤😤) ALSO KI HAS TRAMUA I WONT LET THAT BE IGNORED 😤

“What?!”

Killua doesn’t mean the snappy tone. Not really. His skin prickles in shame, and his ears feel like they are burning as he points his chin down, digging his hands into the green skirt tail he’s wearing.

Gon probably thinks he’s stupid. He didn’t know what he was thinking. He doesn’t know anything about birthdays… they were always painful and harsh, and…

He doesn’t mean it. To yell at Gon.

He waits. Patiently. For Gon to get mad. For Gon to hurt him. For being a brat.

His cheeks are flushed from the shame and embarrassment, and from fear, a shallow, huffed breath leaving his lips.

His hair falls into his eyes, brushing against his cheek and sticking to his clammy skin.

Gon’s an idiot. Why hasn’t he said anything yet…?

Killua dares not to peek; he doesn’t want to see… Gon looked at him with such hatred. Not ever again. Not like back then… when Gon fell into despair, and he could do nothing-

His eyes flicker up for just a moment, and Gon is just staring at him, blinking owlishly. His eyes fall to the ground before that expression can morph. Gon takes a step forward, and Killua flinches, against his own will, unbeknownst to him.

It feels too hard to breathe, and then Gon’s fingers just brush against his cheek and tucks his hair behind his ear.

“Ki, are you okay?”

He stumbles back, dragging his arms up and playing with the white puffed sleeve of his shirt.

He keeps waiting, and it isn’t happening. Even though Gon keeps staring at him, he isn’t doing anything. It reminds him of how his brother would stare blankly, coldly… although Gon’s eyes are full of warmth… he’s scared.

It’s too warm in here; he doesn’t feel like he can breathe…

“Killua? Ki-!”

It’s warm.

“Killua? Are you okay?”

Gon’s voice sounds really close…

He doesn’t…

“Killua?!”

But Gon sounds worried.

His eyelids feel heavy, but he forces them open, long dark lashes fluttering open, the light making him want to shut them again.

“Ki?”

There it is again. Gon sounded worried about him… his deep voice rumbling in concern with lightness and honey Killua can’t stand.

He can’t stand it. When Gon does the opposite of what everyone has always done to him.

He’s kind to him.

And it hurts for some reason. Because it feels too nice.

“Ki…?”

Gon seems to breathe a sigh of relief while saying his name, and Killua blinks dumbfounded, realizing his feet are off the ground. His skin prickles again, but he doesn’t hate the feeling as much, his heartbeat picking up.

Gon must have scooped him off the ground before he fell… he doesn’t know where to put his hands, so he keeps them close to his chest, hoping that may stop his heart from beating out of his chest.

“Are you okay…?”

He should feel ashamed, but… it’s warm… and Gon’s arms are strong, but the hand around his shoulder and under his knees aren’t too bruising... and-

“…’m fine… I just…”

Why don’t you hate me? Gon, you moron.

“You kept staring at me… and-“

Killua inhales sharply.

“I- I thought maybe you hated me; I didn’t get you anything for your birthday…”

He didn’t know…

The stupid old man could’ve told him… he didn’t know what birthdays were like… and they never celebrated their whole journey… so now… and Gon looked so bright-eyed and excited, and…

“Killua, that’s not it.”

Gon laughs in the way he does when he gets nervous; it brings Killua right back, even if Gon’s voice is deeper now.

“I just… I was super happy you came! And-and you look really cute, and-!”

Huh…?

W-w-what did Gon just say…?

All the gears in his mind grind to a halt, and Killua glances up from Gon’s chest, staring wide-eyed. Maybe Gon was joking…

But Gon had that big dumb grin on his face, and was he blushing…?

No, no! Don’t be stupid!

“Ahh! I get it; shut up!”

He looks away, his own cheeks ablaze, twiddling and tugging at the bracelet on his wrist.

“I just…”

“Ki? Hey…”

Why do Gon’s words soothe all his worries…?

Gon starts to walk away, heading towards the main room, and Killua’s heart leaps up in his throat, and he throws his arms around Gon’s neck for some reason his heart gets, but his mind can’t comprehend.

“The only gift you ever need to give me is being here, oh! And maybe letting me hold you like this again! You’re so graceful and small, and it sorta feels like you belong right here!”

Gon, you idiot! Why would you say something like that!?

Killua can’t-

He buries his face into Gon’s chest, hoping it will make his face feel less like it’s on fire, and his heart will ease in its rapid beating as Gon laughs and smiles.

“H-h-how can you say something like that, you’re so embarrassing!”

And without a beat, Gon responds.

“Huh? But it’s true!”