#but fireolin encouraged me to start doing it again

[malleusmaleficent]

“You know why I call you love?” Killua asked softly, leaning down to kiss the top of Gon’s head as Gon started to relax. He must've been getting over whatever he was mad about. 

“Because you love me? Duh,” Gon said, squeezing Killua softly. “Idiot.”

“No,” Killua said quietly, taking a deep breath. This was probably the gayest thing he'd ever said in his life, he had to brace himself. He craned his neck, leaning his head in. “It’s because you are what that word means to me,” Killua whispered softly into Gon’s ear. His warm, wet breath parted a few stray hairs that lay over Gon’s ear. 

Gon whimpered and fidgeted in Killua's grasp. A happy little ‘nhhhhh’ surreptitiously made its way past Gon’s lips before Gon managed to silence himself. “Still mad,” he mumbled weakly, as he pressed his face into Killua's chest to avoid having to look at Killua. 

“You know how I might say the word ‘tree’ and you might think of a particular tree? Maybe one that's really big or really old, one that you spent a lot of time around,” Killua continued, despite Gon's increasingly weak protests. “I say ‘love’ and I mean ‘Gon’, just like how your understanding of the word ‘tree’ would be oriented around that one special tree,” Killua cooed softly, stroking Gon's hair. Gon’s whimper was positively defeated now. 

“... Not mad anymore…” he mumbled into Killua's chest. 

“And so that's why I call you love,” Killua finished. “Because to me, you are love.” 

Valentine's story is out! In which Gon is a petulant and stubborn (accidental) drunk, and Killua has to take care of him. WH side story.