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*Thunk*

Killua, texting: Quit throwing stones at my window. What do you think you have a phone for?

Gon, texting back: Shoot! You're right, my bad.

*Thunk*

Killua, opening his window: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW??!!

Bisky: Are you always this upset when you loose?

Killua: I'm not!

Gon: ...

Gon: What about the Great Jenga Tantrum of 9:35?

Killua: YOU BUMPED THE TABLE AND YOU KNOW IT!!

Omgoodness, I'm back for the third day in a row. I wrote another drabble for the same OC's from last time. I think I might make this a little drabble series called "The Power Polys"... titles still a work-in-progress.

Those Little Dark Days

Summary - Agatha has a bad day. Their girlfriends are there to help them.

Warnings - poly! relationship, queer relationship, gn! character, metions of ultra gold monster energy drinks, fake guns (pfft-), crying, comfort blanket, metions of the menace Killua, cuddles, Mickey Mouse, Freddie Mercury, fluff, crackhead convos

Words - 1285

It seemed that Agatha had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. The moment they had dragged themselves from under the covers, they felt like something was off. They knew today was going to be a bad day.

Agatha hated thinking so negatively. They were usually the most positive out of all of their partners, but they couldn’t shake this feeling. First, it started off with forgetfulness. Agatha had to practically rush out of the door because they had forgotten to brush their teeth, then they had to go back to put on deodorant, and they were about to turn around to get kisses from their girlfriends but thought against it. They were pretty stressed out and could have used the love, but they didn’t want to transfer that stress to their lovers.

Then came the fidgeting. Now, Agatha was no stranger when it came to this. They fidgeted all of the time, but today was so bad. So bad, in fact, that multiple customers had asked if they had been on something. They had not been, but they couldn’t stop. Their Hot Topic badge had been rotated around their neck millions of times, their cheap rings were turning their fingers black from how much they had been twisting them, and all of the shirts in the store had been folded to such perfection, but Agatha couldn’t help but fold them again and again. 

It had been the 5th time around the store re-folding clothes that Francis came in. They had planned to have lunch together and Agatha had completely forgotten. They apologized profusely while also trying to play off their panic to not freak out their girlfriend. 

“No need to apologize, baby,” Francis had cooed while taking a sip of her ultra gold monster energy drink, “You still fine with our usual spot?” Then they had been off to the quaint cafe near the mall. Agatha’s mind was still reeling though. It took them so long to order that Francis had to take over, then they had almost cried when their usual order was not what they wanted. They were too busy looking down at the table to see Francis looking at them in concern.

When they got back to work and it took 5 minutes for anyone to catch their attention, their coworker, Annabelle, suggested that Agatha should go home. They almost exploded on the poor girl when all she wanted to do was help. 

They did end up taking the advice. It would not have been ideal if the manager started screaming at customers for no reason. It didn’t make it less demoralizing to walk out of the store as if they had been fired, and then come home to an empty house. 

All Agatha wanted was their girlfriends' attention. They hadn’t eaten anything since last night since they had to hurry out the door and because they couldn’t stand the sight of their English muffin at the cafe. They had felt rushed all day and it wasn’t doing anything for their anxiety. 

They tried to do what usually helped them calm down, sewing random patches on their old jean jacket. The Killua patch they were trying to put on just wouldn’t cooperate making them even more worked up.

So, this left them with their last option. Crying their eyes out under their comfort Freddie Mercury blanket. They knew the minute either of their girlfriends saw the blanket out, they would know something was wrong, but that didn’t concern them. Something was wrong. 

They cried for what felt like hours but was only about 30 minutes before they heard the bedroom door open through their sniffles. They felt the bed sink before the soft voice of their partner floated into their ears.

“You’ll suffocate under all of those blankets,” Emily had stated bluntly. She was never all that good at comfort if it wasn’t aftercare, but even her rigid words were better than being alone right now.

Peeking their face out of the covers, Agatha huffed, “Bad day,” they murmured. 

“I know. Francis called a code red. I thought she was overreacting, but she’s obviously better at seeing these things than me.” Agatha felt their lips twitch at the thought of Francis picking up on their mood. 

“Where is she?” 

“Got caught up doing a cringey lion mural on some Chad’s back,” Agatha giggled at this, “There’s my sunshine. What’s gotten you so sad?”

They shrugged.

“Anything I can do to help?” Emily quirked an eyebrow in mock seduction, knowing now was not the time. Agatha let out a huff of amusement before lifting their arms from under the blanket to make grabby hands, “Cuddles it is then.”

Emily moved to get under the Freddie Mercury blanket, tangling her legs with theirs.

A couple of minutes go by before Emily breaks the silence, “Francis and I missed you this morning.”

“Was in a rush,” Agatha replies with their cheek pressed against Emily’s chest, “Mind was all over the place.”

“Oh. That’s kinda what Francis said. This making you feel a little better?”

“Lot better,” Agatha whispered. At that moment, the bedroom door creaked open once more. In the doorway, Francis stood looking a bit disheveled. She held her 7th ultra gold monster energy drink for the day, already empty. When she spotted her partners in bed together and then saw Agatha’s comfort blanket, she tossed the golden can in the trash, which she would later retrieve for her ultra gold monster gun she was building, and rushed over.

“You okay, baby? I’m so sorry I took that long. I was tatting this-”

“Cringey lion mural. I know,” Agatha interrupted while patting the empty spot on the bed. Francis still looked slightly worried but after she had a quick, silent conversation over Agatha’s head with Emily, Francis finally laid down.

“Did you eat, lovely?” Francis asked while stroking Agatha’s head. They shook their head and Francis went to get up again.

“I got it,” Emily said, shifting Agatha’s head onto Francis’ chest. The minute the door closed shut, Francis looked down at her partner curled in her lap.

“You could’ve told me you know,” her voice was soft, “I wouldn't have hesitated to help.”

“Didn’t really know what was going on until later. Didn’t wanna worry you over nothin’,” Francis gently lifted Agatha’s face to look up at hers.

“I don’t care if it was nothing. I love you and I’m gonna worry about you either way, so you might as well tell me when something’s wrong. Remember, baby? Our little talk about that thing that’s almost as sexy as you?” Francis started doing jazz hands, “Communication. Wow, oh my goodness. Who would’ve thought!” Francis said in a teasing tone. Agatha sank their face into her chest to hide their laughter.

“Promise you’ll tell one of your wonderful girlfriends next time?” Francis’ hazel eyes had a seriousness that was usually absent. She ran her fingers down Agatha’s back for their comfort and her own.

“I promise,” Agatha said, pulling their worried girlfriend closer.

Francis visually relaxed, putting a kiss on her partner's cheek. The door opened for the last time that evening and Emily came in with a tray of Agatha’s favorite sandwiches. 

“Emily… you did not make these all shaped like Mickey Mouse.” Agatha failed to hold back their snort which cued Emily to attempt to do the Mickey Mouse laugh; it went poorly. 

“You’re a fucking child, Em,” Francis mocked, mouth full of a Mickey Mouse bologna sandwich.

“I’m your child.”

“...ew, Em.” Agatha just sat and watched their partners banter, happy that they could spend the end of their bad day with the two people they loved most.

an: my mom's been asking to read the stuff I write- I write smut and gay things. She's not homophobic or anything but it's still uncomfy yk? And I am NOT showing her my smut. It circulating around my school is more than enough for me-

Top 10 Lightning Users in Anime: INPO

10. Denki Kaminari - My Hero Academia

9. Gilthunder - Seven Deadly Sins

8. Kakashi Hatake - Naruto

7. Killua Zoldyck - Hunter x Hunter

6. Zatch Bell - Zatch Bell

5. Sailor Jupiter - Sailor Moon

4. Sinbad - Magi

3. Cure Peace - Smile Pretty Cure

2. Zenrus - Tales of Zestiria

1. Lum - Urusei Yatsura

Top 10 Bsst Friends in Anime: INPO

10. Suzaku Kururugi and Lelouch Lamperouge - Code Geass

9. Usagi Tsukino and Rei Hino - Sailor Moon

8. Spike Spiegel and Jet Black - Cowboy Bebop

7. Makoto Tachibana and Haruka Nanase - Free

6. Taiga Aisaka and Minori Kushieda - Toradora

5. Rintaro Okabe and Mayuri Shiina - Stein’s Gate

4. Ryuko Matoi and Mako Mankanshoku - Kill la Kill

3. Gon Freecss and Killua Zoldyck - Hunter x Hunter

2. Yusuke Urameshi and Kazuma Kuwabara - Yu Yu Hakusho

1. Chiyo Mihama and Sakaki - Azumanga Daioh

Top 10 Little Brothers in Anime: INPO

10. Alphonse Elric - Fullmetal Alchemist

9. Killua Zoldyck - Hunter x Hunter

8. Kohaku - Inuyasha

7. Son Goten - Dragon Ball Z

6. Kotaro Kashima - Gakuen Babysitters

5. Mokuba Kaiba - Yu-Gi-Oh!

4. Andromeda Shun - Saint Seiya

3. Wataru - Brothers Conflict

2. Momotaro Mikoshiba - Free

1. Syaoran Li - Cardcaptor Sakura

everyone shut up. Gon Freecss is adorable.

Gonkillu as Ittorou ♥️

Mariposa

“Killua…”

He had been searching for so long… he never thought he’d see the boy made out of moonlight again. It has been a year since East Gorteau…

Some things were different, new… but that striking hair, those deep eyes filled with so much emotion. It was all striking, stunning Killua.

“Palm and the others told me you were alive, but…”

Killua tenses, a large pair of beautiful white and brown wings pinning to his back, the blood dripping on the ground undeniably not crimson.

“Killua, why?”

Panic seizes in Killua’s heart, panic and fear shining in those big blue eyes.

He stumbles back, biting down furiously into his lip with sharp teeth.

Why…? Why?

“Because! Look at me!”

These appendages aren’t human; these legs that resemble a human… aren’t. A hard exoskeleton. These hands with only three fingers sharing that same exoskeleton. The small antennas that protrude from his head, hidden partially by his hair, soft wispy locks.

He balls his hands up, looking down, his frame shaking.

“I didn’t want you to hate me! I-I-I’m the same as that thing that-that killed Kite!”

He didn’t want to see Gon’s features twist into hate and disgust towards him…

He stayed hidden in the shadows, helping behind the scenes.

It was the only way…

A shiver runs down his spine, recalling how cold everything was… that was the last time he saw his blood all around him crimson.

He may not be human anymore. It was the only way. And he… didn’t care. As long as he got to help Gon. Anything for Gon. Killua knew… he knew he’d never be able to be face to face with Gon again…

So why…?

And why isn’t Gon looking at him in horror, rage, there’s a slight furrow to his eyebrows, and something sad, but…

“You are nothing like that.”

Gon steps forward and Killua winces, taking a step back on his injured ankle.

“You are so brave and strong and so, so kind and beautiful…”

Gon takes another step, and another, and Killua is frozen until he is staring into those determined eyes.

“And something I wish I would have realized earlier…”

Gon cups Killua’s cheek, rubbing away a stray tear, wishing to take all of Killua’s pain with it.

Killua’s skin is soft, delicate, like a baby’s.

Killua is delicate…

“You’re so fragile.”

Something he never saw. Killua sheltered tears and sorrow behind a hard gaze or a snappy attitude.

But right now, Gon can see it so clearly in Killua’s eyes, tears brimming up, that sadness and fear, and he wants to tell Killua it’s all okay, he can cry.

“So I’ll protect you this time.”

Because fragile things need to be cradled and held and wrapped in warmth and kept safe.

He tugs his hand away, Killua drawing in a gasp of air.

“You can’t. I’m a monster. More than before.”

Something boils in Gon. It isn’t towards Killua. Sweet Killua. Who was never a monster.

“You’re as beautiful as you’ve always been.”

He should have never let Killua go.

Killua’s always been good at keeping a straight face. A smile. Whatever he needs to be. Even if Killua could shoot lighting from the sky and move mountains, almost like a god, he was delicate.

Gon wishes Killua would just call him stupid, say that he was embarrassing, but there are only conflicting emotions in Killua’s eyes, twisted in his eyebrows that are pushed down, buried deep like his sharp teeth are into his still very pretty pink lips.

Killua shakes his head once, twice, backing away slowly; Gon winces for Killua when he hears a snap.

Killua’s ankles give out before his knees can even buckle.

Gon has no idea if they are actually broken, just sprained, or anything like that. He doesn’t even have time to think, his body moves faster than his brain, and Killua is engulfed in warmth.

Warm. Gon is warm.

Fire burns his eyes and scrapes his throat, his chest heavy, his ears hot.

He forgets the splintering pain, digging his fingers into Gon’s jacket, tears streaming down his face.

“Killua…”

Gon’s touches are assertive and strong but gentle; he’s careful when lifting Killua up, not wanting to hurt him more, or tear his wings, nothing at all.

He holds Killua close to his chest, lowering his nose into Killua’s fluffy nest of hair for a moment.

He still smells like Killua.

He’s the same sweet Killua.

“Killua?”

Killua stirs, blinking back tears and sniffing softly, a cough getting stuck in his chest, as he stares at a few loose strings against Gon’s same old horribly ugly… yet comforting jacket.

He doesn’t wanna go.

He doesn’t-

It’s a whirlwind that feels like it’s ripping him apart; all these thoughts and feelings, and he feels Gon’s thumb rub against the blade of his bony shoulder, holding him closer.

It doesn’t help.

He buries his nose into Gon’s chest until it hurts his nose and his antennas.

“Hey… hey… shhh… it’s okay.”

Stupid.

Stupid!

“Killua?”

He doesn’t dare look, yet…

He takes a peek, and Gon is wearing that same dumb expression he always does of pure resolve.

“We’ll be together forever, okay? And I’ll protect you.”

Stupid. There’s no way that could be true… but…

Just for a while… let him indulge…

Gon’s arms are warm and strong.

And… and he wants to stay.

🛹

anime: HunterxHunter

hunter x hunter manga icons

For @gachahugs’ DTIYS. This was so much fun to draw! ☺️

Now this is a VOGUE issue I’d purchase 👀

Here’s my piece for @hxhbigbang24’s outfit swap meme featuring Kurapika! He’s wearing one of Killua’s 1999 outfits (the og fit is under the cut).

Here’s the original outfit:

So, who wants to raid the Zoldyck closets with me? 👉👈

I swear no one in that family has a bad outfit.

I decided to become a human printer 😂😭

And no I did not trace these in case anyone was curious 👀

Here are my works for the @hxhbigbang24 event!

I’m so happy I got to illustrate @i-heart-hxh’s killugon fic “Star Trails.” I highly recommend checking it out, it’s as sweet as cotton candy. I loved your domino metaphor btw shdjakdbsl

Killua: While I'm gone, Gon, you're in charge.

Gon: Yes!!!

Killua, whispering to Alluka: Alluka, you're secretly in charge.

Alluka: Obviously.