Gonkillu Oneshots!

Happily Ever After

Og! Posted! On ao3! 2/06/2023! 

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Killua was afraid of this day always. But he thinks it's finally come. Gon doesn't love him anymore. Not really, at least. Not for the last two months. Killua plays with the ring on his finger, the silver band still as sparkling as ever, the amethyst gem gleaming in the light.

Back then, it seemed like Gon was so happy.

Now he can't remember the last time Gon smiled at him.

He would smile when his friends would call, or when they would talk about this big trip they were gonna take... but...

He wouldn't smile when Killua made his favorite food or left little notes in his lunchbox or when Killua offered to go fishing with him. Even though Killua hates it. He just wanted something. Maybe for Gon to smile at him just once.

They don't even cuddle anymore.

Killua wanted to, his heart ached, and he wanted nothing more than to curl up against Gon's chest, but Gon would already be turned to the side before Killua could ask.

Bisky was right... Gon wasn't the type who could be tied down; Killua doesn't even know why he thought... Gon would ever truly like this life.

He should have never accepted when Gon got down on one knee.

Killua smooths his apron out with his hands, sniffing.

He fiddles with the ribbon on top of his head, tugging at the ends of his dress, sighing.

There's no point in dressing up, it's not like Gon cares, but he still enjoys it! It doesn't matter... it doesn't matter if Gon never compliments him like ever...

Not even when Killua would compliment Gon first... when he would fix his tie and call him handsome...

Tears fall onto the paper, the ink smearing as he whimpers.

What difference does it make... he's pretty sure they aren't read anyway.

As soon as he started bawling, Bisky would get all wide-eyed, place her teacup down gingerly, and pat his back, changing her words to...

'He's just going through a mid-life crisis!'

Instead...

But there's no point in lying to him.

Killua wants this. He liked a little quiet life. He was tired of fighting; he was tired of running; he just enjoyed staying at home, making meals for Gon and folding laundry, and doing mundane things. Humming a song, and when Gon got home, Gon used to sweep him off his feet, and Killua's heart never felt so full...

Now it's cold and empty.

He finishes packing the last lunch, writing down the exact time Gon eats it, sighing.

Gon was a big guy, so Killua made him multiple lunches.

Gon used to leave little notes back, thanking him and calling him cute, and-

What's the point in thinking about the past anymore?!

It's never coming back!

He scrubs away tears furiously, throwing his apron off.

He ends up in Palm's arms again.

Although, he really wishes they were... Gon used to comfort him...

He can't tell Alluka she wouldn't even consider trying to understand Gon; she'd be like a bull seeing red and would mow him down.

She's stronger than him now, although, Killua hasn't fought in years. Alluka is constantly honing her skills. He's so proud of her.