“For all the ways that I can’t love you,” she says, not once glancing up at you as she writes, “I’ll do this.”
You stifle a smile. Her mouth says “I cannot love you” but her hands, fragile and shaking as they write, say, “I do”. You love her, but she will not allow it. She loves you, but she can’t let it happen. You ask, even though you already know her answer, “You’ll write for me?”
She nods, hums a tiny “mm” in response.
“Why not say it?” you ask— a needless question.
“Because I can’t. You know why.”
She looks up, finally, brown eyes dark but gaze burning when she glares at you. “Don’t be difficult,” she says, the words spoken in a huff as she looks back down at her paper.
You are Polaris, guiding light on cloudless nights,
She hunches over before you can continue reading, her shoulders taut with nervousness as she hides her words behind her arms.
You laugh at the sudden show of shyness.
You say that you can’t give me everything, you think, sitting beside her and leaning away to let her know you’re not looking, but you already have.
She glances up, and you smile.
This is everything.
<3 <3!! I’m glad you liked it, friend! I’m always happy and willing to draw/write about my otps for people who want some cheer-me-ups <3
im fu cking laughing oh my g oddd this is so LEGIT
Killua would be that one kid who acts tough through the end of Miracle in Cell No. 7 but u can fuckin tell he cried even when he strongly denies it while Gon is just
"Killua are you okay"
"of course i am hahahaha why wouldnt i be" all while keeping his head turned away from Gon because he doesnt want Gon to realize that he DID cry even though Gon already knows he did hahahaha
/hugs u <3 I hope things get better for you, friend! And I am a-ok with drawing my otps for peeps who need cheer-me-ups! Please feel free to ask me to draw stuff- heck, you can even talk to me on my side-blog about how your day is going so far, if you want. I’d be glad to listen!
This goes for everyone else who’s following me too, of course <3 If you guys need someone to listen to you, my inbox is open for y’all! Or, if you’d prefer somewhere less public, you can add me on Skype! uwu <3
jfc what a beautiful prompt. Thank you!! <3 (Both for the prompt and the compliment, ehehe.) I hope you like this drabble as well, friend!
[Whoops, almost forgot to mention. This fic would probably make more sense if you read this one first!]
Gon groans when he wakes, the bed creaking in protest when he rolls over until he’s on his back. Dazed and head full of fluff, he yawns, rubbing at his eyes to get rid of the blurriness underneath his eyelids. Vaguely, he notices something different- something off- but what was it?
He rolls over to his left and he thinks, Ah.
He smiles, reaching out to toy with silver-white locks. The touch is careful, gentle so he won’t wake Killua, until it’s not. He runs his hand through white locks and Killua mumbles an incoherent reply, burrowing deeper into the blanket they’re sharing.
Are you really asleep? Gon wonders, smiling in amusement. He props his head up with a hand under his chin, his elbow resting on one of their pillows, before moving his other arm to tug the blanket up over Killua’s shoulder. He lets his arm stay where it is instead of removing it, scooting closer until he’s half-cuddling Killua to his chest. Killua makes a tiny sound at the movement but doesn’t resist, remaining asleep (?) even as Gon starts tracing circles over pale skin covered only by a single fabric.
Hmm, I get a few, but not that much I think! It just looks like I get a lot because I take too long with the few requests I have…ha ha ha…..
I don’t really get a request per week, so it’s hard to say! I think I get 1-2 requests per month? I’m not very good at calculations, sorry ;-;