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The words break down a wall somewhere within him, and Killua fails to contain the damage. He can’t hate the sun for losing its radiance in the dark; he can’t hate Gon for falling apart; he can’t stop loving him even when they’re miles of dirt and desires and unsaid words apart.
“…I loved you, you idiot.” Killua whispers back instead, brokenly, the wind howling in the distance.
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26 Feb 2021
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Kurapika wants, fiercely, to earn the attention so freely given. He wants and wants and wants to hurt with it. To be given no mercy until the end is utterly inevitable. Leorio is just greedy and likes seeing Kurapika utterly wrecked.
Thankfully, these wants coincide.
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24 Feb 2021
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"Killua feels like he’s floating, as light and airy and warm as a cloud stained pink by the sunset. He can’t remember ever being touched so gently, being showered in chaste, gentle kisses like this, but it’s the best feeling he can recall by far He wants nothing more than for Gon to keep going, to kiss every scar he has. Surely they’d be here for hours, but Killua wouldn’t mind. As long as Gon was willing to continue, Killua would take every kiss, every kiss and then some."
In which Gon, perhaps for the first time, truly looks at Killua's scars.
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24 Feb 2021
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For years Gon worked to commit that expression to memory; toiled under the tortuously slow process of unpacking it; until he knew the shape of the look when it fell weighty between his shoulder blades. The dip of his throat. The side of his face when Killua imagined himself subtle.
Hungry.
He wears that face more often than not of late, and it strikes Gon that Killua must be starving after all these years.
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- Part 5 of WIP Amnesty
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24 Feb 2021
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“Killua?”
Gon’s melodic voice was closer to a whisper now, but the stream of his breath so unexpectedly close to Killua’s face startled him upright, and he turned to face the dark-haired boy kneeling by his bed. The setting sun fused with the soft shadows of the room, and Killua could only make out the copper glow floodlighting half of his face.
“Gon?”
“Have you ever kissed anyone?”
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(Or, Killua tries out flirting advice from Cosmopolitan on Gon with varying success and gets carried away.)
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24 Feb 2021