Gonkillu Oneshots!

Fairy Tale

I skipped Cat Food! Cuz smut can and will be blasted into oblivion on this site, and I have more haters than fans, so I will not risk it! When they can nuke it! I will make a separate group of one-shots for all the (newer) smuts! That can be nuked vs this. Which may not have a lot of faves ect! But still 🥺 DOES NOT MEAN I WANNA LOSE IT ALL! 

Og! Posted on ao3! 1/28/2023!

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"Hey, Killua, do you have any games you want to play?"

Gon falls back, spreading out like a starfish across the bed, and Killua sticks to his small corner, glancing over.

Games...?

He can't think of many; at some point, they just stopped... no more hide and seek or knights and dragons...

He picks at a scab on his leg, blood piercing the surface.

"Mmm... my brother and I used to play this game, dragons, and knights. Well, it was basically play pretend..."

He trails off, his lips twitching into a small smile.

He had to have been six. Milluki was always the dragon and would get annoyed, throwing off his dragon hat and yelling. His big brother was always the knight, and he was the princess.

Illumi would look so blankly at Piggy and just say...

'This is how Killu wants it.'

"We're probably too old for it... my brother was the knight who used to beat up Piggy, who was a dragon; I was the princess he'd save..."

It was one of the few happy memories he can remember with his big brother before they all went dark and cold...

It was the last time he felt safe in his big brother's arms and not...

Now-now, Illumi is never that big brother...

His chest hurts, and tears fall onto his cheeks, and he turns away, pulling his knees up to his chest.

"I-I never mind... we don't have enough people anyway..."

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"Hmmm..."

Gon cuts away another piece of skin off the potato he's peeling; if his eyes had powers, they would be cutting, too, with how much he's glaring.

"Hmmmmm..."

He draws out a thoughtful hum longer, aggressively cutting.

"Hmmmmmmmm-!"

"Young Man!"

Gon snaps out of his state, startled, looking up at his Aunt Mito, a sheepish grin on his face.

"We don't want any fingers in our stew."

She chides him gently, placing her hands on her hips.

"Ah, sorry, Aunt Mito, I was just thinking about Killua."

Mito stirs the ladle in the pot, quirking an eyebrow.

"He, um, he brought up a game he wanted to play the other day! Play pretend, but we don't have enough people for the roles..."

Mito hums thoughtfully, duly noting the way Gon is tapping his foot on the ground and glancing at her, the way he did when he wanted something.

"I see. What role would you need to be filled?"

Gon grins so wide it's brighter than the stove fire, and Mito sighs fondly.

"The dragon! See, I'm supposed to be the knight, and Killua is the princess! ...He seemed so sad that we didn't have enough people..."