#T-them 😭🥺🤧🤧🤧🤧🤲

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“Yes, Killua?”

He has to bite his tongue from wanting to call Killua a million cheesy pet names.

They are not dating. They are not dating. Get it together, Freecss!

Nope. His heart instantly flies the coop when Killua shyly holds his arms out.

“…U-umm…”

Killua looks to the side timidly, his hair falling against his now pink cheeks.

“…’m cold…”

A bold-faced lie, when what Killua really wants is for Gon to hold him.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my lady 💓 💖 💗 ❤ 💛 💕 💓

You might find it funny-

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=E1jLlqeebR0&t=29s&pp=ygUeR2VuZXJpYyBlbnRlcnRhaW5tZW50IHRvbGtpZW4g

Things we Lost in the Fire -

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0AM5rau01-c&pp=ygUadGhpbmdzIHdlIGxvc3QgaW4gdGhlIGZpcmU%3D

May this year become a significant one in your life, where you get to fulfill your dreams and be blissful. * bows and slowly asks * Did you like the Maedhros headcanon fic? 🥺 Will you read more fics about the Faenorians?

Were the 10 part series interesting? 🥺

*Slowly leaves, closing the door softly *

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE WISHES, MY CUTIE PIES!!!💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️❤️

The video was really funny and I got to learn more about how the books came into being😊❤️❤️

Also, the song was FIRE (was... Was that a pun?) I loved it!!💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

And yes, I did read the Maedhros story😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧 MY HEART!!!!! 🤲❤️ HERE!! TAKE IT!! USE IT AND BRING THE READER BACK TO LIFE AND LET THEM BE HAPPY TOGETHER!!!

But I haven't watched the series, so I'll get back for it some other time (I make it sound like it'll take months, I PROMISE IT WON'T!🤣💖💖 I mean, that you might have to wait a few days.🙃❤️❤️)

Btw, yes, I wouldn't mind reading more at all!😘😘😘

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love-colored ward

It can’t be…

Killua is sure it can’t be, but when he pulls the thermometer from his mouth and looks at it through blurry vision, it shows clear signs of a fever.

It would explain why he felt so miserable. And why he looked so miserable too, with dark bags under his eyes, shone clearly against his pale skin that seemed even more so porcelain, his hair messy and sticking up all over the place. It did that naturally, sure, but he tried to fix it… and Gon… Gon said his hair was cute…

Gon…

Even just thinking of Gon makes him want to burst out into tears.

His rough palm messing up his hair while Killua brushed his teeth, wearing one of Gon’s t-shirts as a dress, remarking how cute he is…

Killua thought he felt miserable just because Gon wasn’t here… the runny nose from wanting to cry. Not the ongoings of sickness, the ache in his chest more than just the pain from coughing.

He whines, curling up against the mattress, something cold and wet pressing into his palm.

Kon must’ve sensed his distress, jumping onto the bed, the big dog pressing his black nose against Killua’s hand, whining.

Killua rolls over, resting his head on the dog's stomach, blinking back tears, and coughing.

“…want Gon…”

He isn’t a child, he knows it’s stupid, and Gon has a life outside him. Work, friends, and well… most of the time when Gon hangs out with his friends, he comes along clinging to his arm, but…

He didn’t want to burden Gon. If Gon said the word… he would… he would leave him alone for a month! Okay… maybe not a month… a week…

But Gon says he didn’t mind, and he likes Killua going with him.

Gon would so proudly point out how cute he looked and gush about him right in front of his friends, and it would make Killua feel so dizzy and hot he’d surely faint. It was so embarrassing, but-but it made him happy…

When Gon isn’t around… his chest hurts so much…

He curls his fingers up in Gon’s shirt, crying into Kon, who seems to cry with him.

Killua was going to do something special for Gon once he came back. He was going to make him his favorite meal… fish…

The thought makes Killua want to gag, especially with how his stomach churns. But he was going to do it for Gon!

And he had a cute mint dress picked out, and he was going to be fine! Fine without Gon…

But now, all he really wants is to curl up against Gon’s chest.

He miserably reaches for his phone and fumbles to put his password in, trying not to cry more over his background, which has Gon in it.

It’s late where he is… so it’s probably even later where Gon is…

He stares dazed, hitting the contacts app, and then exiting, and then hitting it again, landing on Gon’s name.

Big Dumb Marshmallow 💪💚

Which was true… Gon’s a big dumb idiot, big dumb buff idiot, but he’s sweet and warm…

Dialing…

“…Hello?”

Gon’s voice sounds gruff, like he just woke up, and Killua’s heart rate spikes, and he grips the phone with sweaty palms.

“Is that my princess cotton ball?”

Usually, Gon’s cheesy nicknames make him flush, make his heart race, and sometimes want to make him punch him all simultaneously, but this time he just wants to cry…

He does, but it mixes with a congested laugh, coming out as a wail.

He can hear Gon shuffle on the other side of the line.

“Babe?”

Killua let’s one of his hands drop, petting Kon behind a floppy ear, sniffing.

“G-Gon… can you come home…? Me and K-Kon miss you…”

He doesn’t specify he’s sick; he doesn’t want to. He’s already being selfish… He fully expects Gon to apologize and say he’ll be home as soon as possible.

“Of course, baby. I’ll take the soonest flight home; take care of our little fluffball, okay, Kon?”

Kon barks like he can understand Gon, curling around Killua to provide him warmth.

Killua is frozen, staring wide-eyed, mouth open.

“N-no, you big moronic! Teddy bear mountain! I-I’m just being selfish…”

Gon makes a noise Killua can’t decipher.

“Of course, I’m coming; I love you, my little frosting drop.”

Killua grips the phone tight, his head pounding.

He puts the phone right next to his mouth.

“IDIOT! IDIOT! IDIOTTTT!”

And then hangs up.

He presses his hand to his sweaty hot forehead, trying to ease the throbbing pain in his skull, panting.

He closes his eyes, falling into a restless sleep.

˗ˏˋ༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺ˎˊ˗

“Ki…”

“Baby…”

Everything is too fuzzy and warm, but Killua recognizes that warmth, pressing against his cheek and brushing strands of hair away, and he wants to cling to it.

Blearily he opens his eyes, adjusting to the light with a whine.

“G-Gon…?”

He stretches his arms out, wanting Gon to pick him up, and Gon chuckles lightly.

“Alright, gumball.”

Gon leans over, scooping Killua into his arms, and Killua wraps his arms around Gon’s neck, snuggling against him.

“I made you some coffee with honey, with the cute little cat foam just like you like it, princess.”

Killua hums happily, not really caring, inhaling Gon’s scent through his one unplugged nostril, the pine, sweaty smell.

“…’m not a princess right now… ‘m a hideous, ugly witch…”

Killua slurs out, closing his eyes and pressing his cheek to Gon’s chest.

“Not true. You’re the prettiest princess around.”

Killua opens his eyes, half-lidded. Pouting.

“Then where’s my kiss from my prince charming…?”

So what… he’s a little selfish…

He…

Gon goes to place Killua down in his chair in the kitchen, and Killua whimpers, holding on tighter, and Gon smiles, kicking the chair out with his foot and sitting down, still holding Killua.

“Alright, only if my princess requests it.”

He leans down, giving a quick peck to Killua’s forehead.

“I’ll give more later, but only if my little lovebug gets some rest.”

“…W-with you…?”

Killua sniffs, wiping under his nose, realizing he is wearing a cardigan on top of Gon’s shirt now.

“With me. Gotta make sure no other princes try and wake up my sleeping beauty.”

“…s-stupid… no other princes are like… you…”

He closes his eyes, almost purring like a cat, falling asleep in Gon’s arms.

“And there are no princesses like you, beauty.”

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🐺

Killua heads towards the wooden door, opening the latch and heading out, closing it with his hip.

“Now I’m going to go see my big, hunky, dreamy Gon, and he’s gonna scoop me up and carry me, and we are going to smooch and cuddle all night loooong!” He bats his eyelashes exaggeratedly, mirroring what Alluka had done.

Alluka’s nose crinkles up in disgust.

“Disgusting, Big Brother!”

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happiness

5 (+1) times Gon makes sure to carry Killua.

♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡

Gon shifts him slightly, and Killua looks up with teary-filled eyes, hiccuping when Gon presses his forehead to his own.

“Don’t worry! We’ll see each other again! I’ll always come back and save you, okay?”

Gon’s lips meet his own, and Killua drowns in that happiness and sorrow.

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Coco Puffs

“Hey. Killua. It’s me. It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m with you. I’m with you, baby.”

He puts his hands on Killua’s shoulders with as much tender love and care as possible, urging him to sit, joining him once he does.

He pulls Killua into his lap quickly; Killua is like a tiny kitten to him, so easy to pick up and love. Gon hums softly and presses a light kiss to his forehead, rocking back and forth.

“You’re okay. You’re okay, angel.”

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🥃

“Shh, it’s okay, my love. I’ll give you what you want.”

Killua stops crying at those words, hiccuping, and looking up at Gon with those big blue eyes of his, and Gon forgets how to breathe.

Even with mascara running down his face, Killua is the most adorable thing ever.

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🍑🍑

Gon has never had a filter. He doesn’t now either when those words fly out of his mouth; in the middle of a mall.

Killua stops in his tracks, and Gon can see how his back tenses, his hair seeming to stand on edge, as the tips of his ears go bright red.

Killua’s skin always goes cute and pink like that.

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Cinderella

THEY ARE CUTE!

Zushi has a crush.

On his best friend's brother, someone who was also his friend when they were younger…

It’s confusing. Learning Nen was much easier somehow…

He couldn’t ask master; it was much too embarrassing… and besides, he'd probably bring up some statistic that would make all of Zushi’s self-confidence plummet. He couldn’t ask master’s master; she was scary… Alluka is his best friend! Which makes it all the worse! But she had just teased him and told him probably way more info than Killua himself would ever want anyone to know… so now he feels a little guilty.

But that sad look in those deep blue eyes of his… it’s like an ocean of sadness, and Zushi wants to see a smile against those pretty features like when they were younger…

But he’s no good. He doesn’t know what to say or do… he’s definitely not Alluka, who was the only person who could bring her brother out of a melancholy state, and he’s not Gon…

Zushi doesn’t even know what happened… A-and he has no right to pry!

But he can’t think of what to do, so he’s sulking at the punch table, fiddling around with a glass in his hands.

Killua hadn’t danced with a single person tonight… s-so maybe!

Oh, come on… who’s he kidding… it took him years to conquer Heaven’s Arena; something like this seems…

Zushi sighs out loud vehemently, placing the drink down and playing with his champagne-colored bowtie, bright against the pure white of his suit.

He doesn’t know how to dance…

He’ll just stay glued here, in this spot, until the party is over, he decides; until he sees Killua slowly move away from the edge of the balcony, clearly intending to leave.

H-he’s got this!

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

HE DOESN’T HAVE THIS!

He’s sweating buckets to the point he thinks his shoes must be flooding.

“O-OSU!”

He tugs at the edge of his tux, swallowing thickly.

It’s not hard to sweat just in the presence of Killua. He’s like from another dimension. The way the light pink dress he wears flows down, like a cascade of waves, highlighting his petite frame, his slender shoulders, the sleeves draping past them. His lips are the same complimentary pink, blushing his skin in spots as well.

Killua stops fiddling with his silver locks, his somber expression twisting for a second, something akin to joy, as he looks back.

“Osu. It’s been a while… you’ve gotten strong, huh?”

There’s a small catlike grin on his face for a moment.

S-strong? Oh, right!

Zushi steps forward, standing next to Killua, rigid as a board.

“Osu! B-but I’m still nothing compared to you two!”

Wrong move.

Killua’s expression crumbles so fast, Zushi wishes he could stuff the words back in his mouth. Killua physically recoils and draws closer to himself, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

“I can’t speak for Gon… but you’re definitely stronger than me now… you train with Alluka, right? She’s gotten strong too. She can take care of herself… so I don’t really train anymore. I don’t like fighting…”

It had always been a necessity, not fun. There was only a short time it was fun for Killua…

Tears fall hot on his cheeks before he can stop them, and he wipes them away, smiling bitterly. He wants to stop them. But they don’t…

Killua dips to the floor, trying to hide, sniffing.

Oh no.

Zushi wants to disappear. His heart aches, and he looks around desperately.

Alluka!

He can’t help Killua… he wants to. But what can he do…?

Confidence! Master’s master said it is the most important thing!

He leans over slowly, gently placing a hand on Killua’s shoulder.

“Killua?”

Killua looks up, tears still pooling in his eyes, and Zushi fumbles in his pocket, pulling something out and holding it outward for Killua.

Except it’s not a handkerchief. It’s his patchwork coin purse, and nervously he draws it back, fumbling to tug out the small piece of fabric and handing it to Killua.

“U-Um! Killua-san! S-someone as pretty as you shouldn’t cry!”

Zushi hears a small gasp out of Killua’s lips, and the red around his nose turns an even deeper hue, and Zushi isn’t sure whose face is more red, feeling his own on fire, still awkwardly holding the handkerchief out, and you can hear a pin drop.

Killua gently takes the handkerchief from Zushi’s hand, his small and slender fingers brushing against Zushi’s own, and his heart swells again, and Zushi swallows, trying to keep his heart from leaving. Killua’s pretty… and cute…

Killua says he doesn’t fight anymore, but Zushi knows Killua is still strong, but he can’t help but feel the urge rise in his chest to protect him.

“U-uh! I know you don’t fight anymore, b-but! If you want to, I mean! I’d really like if you came and watched a match of mine, osu!”

“Eh?”

Killua says it so softly he almost doesn’t hear it, and his head feels like it’s swirling as he looks up; Killua gently wipes under his nose using the handkerchief before placing it in his lap. His face is still cutely red, and he looks to the side, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

“W-well Alluka has a match… that-that day, b-but! I guess I could see how strong you’ve gotten…”

Killua looks over, smiling softly, adding.

“Osu!”