HisoIllu One-Shots

Girls Night

His heels clicked on the hard pavement leading up to his shared apartment. The key unlocked the door, and he felt that something was wrong. A familiar pair of flats were by the door, as well as discarded garments of clothing. Usually, he'd be aroused and make a show of finding him and walking through their space. But not now.

The crushing weight hit him, like a waterfall of sorrow was drowning him out of spite. He didn't bother with his over-shirt or shoes, just with walking to where it was coming from. He knew what was happening but was hoping it was in his head. The door creaked open, and he saw him.

The other man was sprawled out on his bed, luscious black hair unkempt and askew. He was wearing an oversized familiar black and pink sweater with a matching pair of pants. His eyes were clouded over, but were red and held many unsaid horrors. "I just want to feel..." His voice came at a whisper, but it spoke volumes Hisoka wasn't ready to hear. He took off his heels and laid down next to him, attempting to be comforting. "I just want to feel..." Illumi turned to meet the other's amber eyes.

"Help me feel again." Hisoka's eyesight started becoming clouded from the sudden buildup of tears threatening to spill over at the sight of his lover in such distress. "I'd do anything." He cuddled the shorter man to his chest and massaged his scalp with his nails. They stayed like that for a few minutes, basking in the presence of the other.

"Can we have a girl's night?" Hisoka chuckled, "A what?" Illumi sat up, eyes not as puffy anymore "That's what you call it. A 'girls night.'" The magician broke out in a dumb grin, "Yes Lulu, we can have a Girl's Night."

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"Why is it so slimy?"

"It's called a face mask, and it goes on like this." The red-haired man lightly pressed the cool exfoliating sheet mask to his face and motioned for Illumi to do the same. He looked at the mask with an arched eyebrow before following suit.

"There, that's not so bad is it?"

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The pair, clad in matching makeup and accessories, plunked down on their couch in front of the TV. "What's on tonight?" Illumi mindlessly shuffled through the channels hoping to find an interesting program or something. Hisoka perked up, "WAIT GO BACK!!!" His eyes widened as he pointed frantically at the screen. "DRAG RACE IS ON TONIGHT!!!" Illumi turned to him, a little concerned for his clown. Nonetheless, he clicked on it.

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Illumi watched in amusement at his husband. "Oh, I hate that bitch!" He exclaimed, motioning to the screen as his pink and blue nails dried. "Which one?" Hisoka turned to him before pointing at the screen again. "Sherry Pie, but they got disqualified so it's fine. They filmed and catfished a lot of people doing some shady and degrading things. Very naughty." He relaxed back in the cushion, munching on his caramel corn. Illumi made a 'hmm' sound before resting his head on his shoulder.

"We should have Girls Night more often."

Hisoka only smiled and planted a kiss on the other's forehead.

"Anything for you, my dear."