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Lightweight Killua AU

An AU for Lightweight Killua Headcanon

“You’re lying.” Gon stared at Killua dumbfounded, “There’s no way you’re telling the truth.” 

“I told you a million times. I’m immune to poisons- that includes alcohol, dummy.” Killua said, still looking through the aisle of different shaped bottles of various alcohols. “Logically, that means I can drink as much as I want and won’t feel a thing.”

“Still, though. I don’t buy it.” Gon pouted and Killua rolled his eyes at him.

“Too bad. It’s the truth. I can drink whatever I want and not have to worry about getting drunk.” Killua smirked, “You, on the other hand, would probably fall over after one drink.”

“I would not! I could handle drinking. Mito-san just never let me…” Gon stated, huffing. “And if you’re such a heavyweight, prove it. I wanna see.”

“Of course she wouldn’t let you drink! We’re underage!” Killua said, his eyebrows raised, “And fine! I will! I’ll drink all night and watch you get drunk.”

You’re the one getting drunk. It’s impossible to be immune to alcohol. You have to feel at least something.” Gon said, looking at all of the bottles before picking a couple- more out of looks than out of actual contents since he wasn’t exactly experienced with anything like this. Killua rolled his eyes before grabbing a few random bottles himself.

“Uh huh. Sure. I wonder what kind of drunk you’ll be. Hopefully not a loud one.” Killua winced, imagining an overly drunk Gon speaking ten decibels higher than normal.

“I bet you’ll be a funny drunk.” Gon said after some thought once they got to the checkout. The cashier eyed them suspiciously.

“Aren’t you kids a little young for drinking? Can I see some IDs?” He said sternly, looking from Killua to Gon.

“We’re sixteen!” Gon grinned, getting wacked on the back of the head by Killua.

“And we have these.” Killua handed the cashier his Hunter’s License as Gon pulled out his. The cashier sighed before bagging the drinks, waving them off.

“Go ahead.” He rubbed his temples, “Just… Don’t get into any trouble. I don’t need the Hunters Association giving me crap for giving kids alcohol.”

“Thanks!” Gon beamed, grabbing the bags.

“We’ll be fine, don’t worry!” Killua smirked and followed Gon out the door.


When they got back to their hotel room, the boys put out their spread of alcohol on the table. They’d ended up with tequila, vodka, wine, gin and whiskey. Gon stared as Killua got some paper cups from the counter before opening the bottles. 

“Ew that smells disgusting.” Gon scrunched up his nose as the smell hit him. Killua rolled his eyes before picking up the bottle of gin and pouring a little in a cup.

“It’s supposed to. At least, that’s what I’ve heard. Don’t be such a baby, Gon.” Killua teased, handing his friend the cup and pouring himself one. Gon stared at the contents unsure and Killua struggled not to laugh. “Just drink it.” 

“You haven’t had yours either!” Gon said, whining. 

“Okay fine. On three?” Killua suggested and Gon nodded. “One… Two… Three!” 

Both boys downed the cups of straight gin before their eyes widened. Gon spit hit out back into the cup, coughing. Killua clamped one hand over his mouth, the other clutching the counter as he struggled to swallow the liquid. When he succeeded, he gasped and coughed, his face red from the burning. He looked at Gon who’s eyes were watering.

“Th-That was horrible!” Gon said, before laughing, “Y-You should see your face, Killua! It’s so red!”

“Speak for yourself! You look like you’re crying your eyes are so watery!” Killua laughed. “Ugh, that tasted awful. Like antiseptic or something.” 

“Yeah, my throat- Wait a minute. You’re having more?” Gon said, staring in shock as Killua eyed the bottle of vodka suspiciously before pouring some.

“I said I was gonna drink all night, didn’t I? I have a point to prove. You want some, lightweight?” Killua said, waving the bottle in front of Gon tauntingly. Gon narrowed his eyes and snatched it, pouring some into his cup- already partially filled with gin. 

“Cheers?” Killua grinned, hitting Gon’s cup with his before they both forced it down.


“Heh, my face feels hot.” Killua blinked a few times, trying to make the room stop. Gon eyed him warily, looking suspiciously sober to Killua. “Hey, you haven’t drinked… drunk… drank… what’s the past tense?”

“Killua, maybe you should stop. You look pretty drunk.” Gon said, getting up from his bed to throw away his cup. Killua frowned stubbornly.

“No, you aren’t even drunk. And I am not drunk. And we have all this stuff to drink.” Killua slurred, stumbling a bit to the counter. Gon sighed, walking over to him, taking a bottle from his hands.

“It’s almost all gone anyway. And you are too drunk.” Gon said, crossing his arms. His cheeks were pink but for the most part, Gon had proven to be the one who could handle his liquor. “Come on, let’s go to bed. It’s getting late.” But Killua was already shaking his head, a dazed look in his blue eyes.

“‘m still thirsty.” He reached for the tequila before Gon swatted his hand away, a glare in his eyes.

“No, Killua. If you’re thirsty, I’ll get you water.” Gon said, his arms crossed, “I mean, sheesh, this stuff doesn’t even taste good. A stupid bet isn’t worth it. And you’re already drunk anyway- so you lost.” 

“Say, Gon, you’re really hot.” Killua said seriously, staring intently at the teen in front of him. Gon flushed brightly in surprise.

“H-Huh?” Gon squeaked.

“You are. You were cute before. But now you’re really hot.” Killua tilted his head a bit, his eyes glossing over Gon’s body. “Really, really, hot.” 

“Y-You’re drunk. You don’t mean that.” Gon laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. 

“I do, though. You’re really hot and really amazing.” Killua hugged Gon’s body before he could stop it.

“K-Killua, l-let go.” Gon blushed, trying to wiggle his way out of Killua’s hold but succeeded only in having Killua draped along his back, his arms around Gon’s neck.

“Why is something so bright friends with me?” Killua mumbled, nuzzling Gon’s neck, eliciting a squeak from him.

“Where’s all this coming from?” His voice rising an octave when Killua tightened his hold on him.

“I never said ‘nything ‘cause I love you.” Killua slurred, before hiccuping. Gon’s breath hitched, as Killua continued. “You’re just so happy, you know? And you’re friends with me. I followed you on your date with Palm that one time because I wanted you to ask me out. But you’re a stupid head and-”

“W-Wait, you love me?” Gon whispered, a permanent blush staining his cheeks. Killua glared, rubbing his cheek on the back of Gon’s neck.

Yeah. You gotta pay ‘tention, dummy. I’ve loved you for forever. You’re really cute and-” 

“It’s not nice to lie, Killua. Even if you are drunk.” Gon’s voice shook a bit, trying to process it. Killua growled in frustrated and stumbled off of Gon before grabbing his face in his hands.

“’m not drunk. And I’m not lying!” Gon barely had time for his eyes to widen in surprise before Killua yanked their lips together.


Ugh, dammit…” Killua grumbled, feeling the contents of his stomach sloshing dangerously. He planted his face further into his pillow in an effort to block out any daylight. His head pounded, his stomach hurt more than it had in years, and he couldn’t remember a thing.

“Um, Killua?” Gon asked quietly, holding a glass of water some pain medications. “A-Are you feeling alright?” Killua stayed silent so he pressed further, “Killua?”

“I lost, okay? I got drunk. Big whoop.” Killua muttered, looking up to glare at Gon- only to find the boy looking away, a red blush across his cheeks. “Gon? What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing. Um, here’s some medicine and some water.” Gon practically thrust the items at Killua without looking at him. 

“Thanks…” Killua eyed Gon suspiciously as he took the medicine, cringing as his stomach lurched a bit. He set the glass down on the bedside table. “What…What happened last night? I don’t really remember much after we got into the vodka…” Killua’s cheeks turned pink, imagining what he could have said or done.

“You don’t remember anything?” Gon said, looking back at Killua surprised. Killua shook his head, gingerly sitting up.

“Nope. Nothing. I remember feeling kinda funny and I remember you asking me if I was okay. But I wanted to win and figured I could shake it off. Guess not.” Killua said sheepishly, still wondering why Gon was acting so weird. “So, what’d I do?”

“You, um…” Gon chewed his lip, “ran outside in your underwear. Sorry, I tried to stop you but you were kinda fast…” Killua sat there before his face turned from shy to mortified.

“Wh-What?! No way. There’s no way I did that.” Killua said, panicking. He looked up, catching a glimpse of guilt in Gon’s eyes. His own eyes narrowed, “You liar.”

“I didn’t lie!” Gon glared at the accusation- no matter how true it was, he was not a liar.

“Yes, you did! You have guilt written all over your face!” Killua ignored the urge to throw up and the way his head was screaming at him to lie back down.

“Ugh, fine! I lied! There, you happy?” Gon groaned, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I’d be happier if you would just tell me what happened!” Killua said, really panicking at this point. Why wouldn’t Gon look at him without getting all flustered.

“Okay, okay… You kinda, sorta, called me hot.” Gon flushed. Killua blinked before glaring at him.

“You’re lying again!”

“I am not! You said you loved me too!” Gon yelled his blush bright. He watched Killua’s cheeks turn pink. “If you don’t believe me, you said you followed me on my date with Palm because you were jealous and-”

“I was not! She was crazy and I didn’t trust you with her!” Killua’s eyes widened before he turned an even darker shade of red. Gon was in the same boat, torn between teasing his best friend, and pressing him for more of a confession- a sober one. 

“S-So… do you?” Gon started, his voice quiet and hesitant.

“Do I what? Do I think you’re hot? Because the answer is no. You are not hot right now.” Killua huffed, getting up and walking towards the bathroom. Something in Gon’s eyes sparked, a grin reaching across his face.

Right now? You mean I normally look hot? Or just sometimes?” Gon teased, following him. He could see Killua’s ears turn red as he stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

“I am never drinking with you again!” Killua yelled from inside the bathroom and Gon couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling in from his chest.

Inspired by talks with @mowedith 💜
Green Card Marriage

HEY here’s this fic i wrote hope you all enjoy! i don’t own anything :-)
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Sylvie had arrived at Molly’s thinking she would be able to have a nice drink with Gabby, but the place was swamped so she was unable to take a break from behind the bar. That left Sylvie to her own devices, which she wasn’t really complaining too much about, drinking by herself was actually turning out to be very relaxing.

People watching was what she decided to do to pass the time, quietly observing the other patrons of the bar. She kept her eyes away from the right corner, however, as Antonio Dawson was at the bar, with Peter Stone and Lori Nagel. They had awkwardly waved and smiled at each other, but that was it. Excluding the peeks she was sneaking at him every few minutes. And judging by the time she caught him looking back at her as well, he was doing it frequently too.

This was getting ridiculous. It’s been almost two months, and she’s still thinking about Antonio. She thought by letting herself be sad and cry for a little while would close the wounds, but that didn’t work. She wondered what his tactics were, maybe they would work for her. She scoffed at the idea, he was probably just throwing himself into his work.

She was about to give another glance Antonio’s way when the seat in front of her was suddenly taken by an unfamiliar man. The confusing part was he seemed to recognize her, as he had a huge smile on his face. She flashed a brief smile back, wondering what the hell was going on.

“Sylvie!” He exclaimed, placing his beer on the table. “I can’t believe I’ve found you!”

He even knew her name, she thought bewilderedly. And what did he mean that he found her? Had he been looking around for her? She began feeling uncomfortable, removing her hands from the table as he wanted to take them into his.

“Um, I’m sorry, do I know you…?” Sylvie tried to be nice, maybe she was judging the guy too harshly.

“You don’t remember me?” The smile on his face fell, and turned into a frown. “That night? A couple months ago?”

Her eyes widened as she finally remembered who this guy was. “You’re the guy that I was going to get married to!” She realized.

The man nodded enthusiastically at her reply. “Yes! Yes! And I was looking all over for you.”

Sylvie’s joy at recognizing who the guy was faded when she remembered how awkward and uncomfortable this situation was. “Why were you looking for me, anyways?” She hesitantly asked, a little afraid for his response. “Because I hope you know that—”

“For us to get married, of course!” He reached over the table to grab her hands, pulling them up onto the table. Sylvie bit her tongue to prevent herself from yelling, she didn’t want to cause a scene.

She quickly removed her hands from his grip, about to leave the table and just head home. This was insanity she did not have the time and patience to deal with.

But when he followed her, reaching a hand out to grab her shoulder, Sylvie realized she had to explain herself or he wouldn’t give up.

“Look,” She began, stepping back to give herself more space. To her dismay, no one else has noticed this little dilemma she was experiencing. But it could also be to her favor if she potentially could solve this issue with as little attention as possible. “I was really intoxicated that night, whatever I agreed to I wasn’t in the right state of mind—”

“But now you are!” He interrupted her, again trying to touch her. She avoided this by taking another step back, debating if she could just run for it.

When she stepped back again, she ran into someone’s chest. She was about to turn around to apologize, assuming it was someone just trying to get past them, but then she heard a familiar voice.

“Is there an issue here?” Sylvie was both relieved and horrified to hear Antonio’s voice. She did not want her ex boyfriend to get into this mess, no matter how tiny it was. It made her feel more like a damsel in distress than anything else.

However, Sylvie then got a brilliant idea. Which was also going to be very embarrassing, but she was willing to do anything to get out of this ordeal.

“Oh!” Sylvie flung her arm around Antonio’s waist. “Look who it is! My boyfriend!” She announced, loud enough for only the man who was bothering her to hear.

At this news, the man became distraught. “Boyfriend?” He repeated. “I thought we were going to get married?”

This guy was a total dumbass, Sylvie thought to herself. Luckily for her, other than his inability to understand she didn’t want to be touched, he wasn’t that harmless. She placed her other hand on Antonio’s chest, trying to ignore how comfortable and familiar it felt. “I’m so sorry….” She tried to remember the man’s name, but her mind was drawing a blank. “Uh, but since I have last seen you I have found someone else.”

And like so many guys do, the man now backed off since he assumed that Sylvie was taken. “I’ll come back for you if this doesn’t work out.” He declared, before disappearing out of sight, blending in with the other bar patrons.

When he finally left, Sylvie immediately let go of Antonio, jumping back to give him space. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—” She began rambling out an apology.

“It’s fine, Sylvie. It’s fine.” He reassured her, seemingly not fazed at all by her actions. Instead he was focused on something else. “What was that?” He asked, arms crossed over his chest, starting to look troubled. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh, that.” She lamely responded, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Funny story, actually.” More like an incredibly pathetic and embarrassing story, but she had already dug her hole, what else did she have to lose of her dignity?

But she did make sure she was looking anywhere but Antonio’s eyes when she was telling it. “So a couple months ago, Gabby and Stella took me out clubbing, to get me to forget my worries and whatever, stuff like that.” She butchered her story, but who could perfectly tell a sob story about going clubbing because of a breakup to the ex boyfriend of said breakup?

“Did this have anything to do with the ending of our relationship?”

She ignored his question, but she couldn’t prevent her cheeks from flaming up. “Anyways, apparently I was dancing with the guy. Then I went over to Gabby and Stella, saying that I was going to get married.”

Antonio frowned. “Has this guy been bothering you for awhile now?” He asked, scanning his eyes around the bar.

Sylvie rapidly shook her head, not wanting to have Antonio jump to conclusions. “No, not at all. It was the first time I’ve seen him since that night.” She explained.

Antonio was still looking troubled. “Are you here alone?”

A part of Sylvie wanted to lie, to get him off of her back. But she couldn’t bring herself to. “Yes,” She admitted. “I came to have a drink with Gabby, but it’s been busier than expected.”

“How about you come sit with us?” Antonio asked, gesturing over to where he was previously sitting. Sylvie’s gaze followed, seeing both Peter Stone and Lori Nagel failing miserably at pretending they weren’t listening.

Sylvie couldn’t imagine anything more awkward than having a drink with her ex boyfriend and his colleagues. She kindly refused his offer. “Thanks, Antonio, but I was planning on heading home anyways.”

“Another time then.” He offered, to the surprise of Sylvie. But she found herself agreeing with him, nodding her head with a smile, saying that that would be great.

He stepped out of her way, letting her pass. However, before she reached the door, she felt a hand grab her shoulder.

Thinking it was the man from earlier, Sylvie couldn’t help but flinch and immediately jump away, heart thumping with fear. When she turned around, she was thankfully met with the familiar face of Antonio.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.” He apologized, sliding the hand that grabbed her shoulder back into his pocket. “I shouldn’t have done that—”

“No, it’s fine.” She shrugged her shoulders, trying to pretend she wasn’t a bundle of nerves. She knew it wasn’t his intention, but he had really spooked her.

“I was just coming over here to ask if you wanted me to walk you to your car.” He said, scratching the back of his head. Sylvie couldn’t believe it—he was flustered.

She remembered that she had to answer his offer. And this time, she found that she couldn’t refuse it. Having someone walk her to her car was actually very comforting and helped ease away the anxieties that the man from the club had made her feel. “That would be great, actually.” She told him, feeling her nerves start to float away.

“You ready to go?” He asked, opening the door. She nodded, walking through into the cold Chicago night. The presence of Antonio behind her made the walk peaceful and nice, even though there were no words exchanged between the two of them. But the silence wasn’t awkward at all, at least to Sylvie.

When they reached her car, she turned towards Antonio. “Thank you.” She graciously told him, searching through her bag for her keys. She was about to walk to the driver’s side of her car, but she stopped when Antonio called her name.

“What is it?” She asked, tilting her head up at him in confusion.

“I miss you.” He blurted out, causing Sylvie’s mouth to drop open with shock. She had barely any time to process the bombshell that had just came out of his mouth before he continued talking.

“Honestly, I’ve missed you ever since we broke up.” He admits, taking a step closer to her. “And I think—”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She interrupted him. “No! I don’t mean it like it seems!” She rushed her words out when she noticed Antonio’s crestfallen face. “I mean, not like this.” She couldn’t spring her words together, completely flustered.

“How do you want to do this?” Antonio questioned, now a more hopeful expression on his face.

“We can’t just…..jump on each other, you know.” She explained, fidgeting with the keys in her hand. “I want us to talk, discuss things.”

“I can do that.” He agreed, nodding his head. “I’ll text you, okay?”

Sylvie couldn’t help but smile at the confirmation. “Okay.” She softly responded, walking around her car to get to her driver’s side. “I’ll see you.”

“See you.”

He didn’t leave until her car was out of sight.

Right

Pairing: Fremione

Word Count: 1,802

Summary: Fred and Hermione have a quick conversation late at night in the common room.

Mad.

He was absolutely, irrevocably mad.

He glared at her from across the common room, her frazzled hair and her rumpled bed clothes, and wondered how on earth she had managed to drive him completely and utterly mad.

“Alright over there?”

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politeandnotgay wanted an appreciation post for the black shirt in 1x17 (LOOK AT DOSE BICEPS (◕ᴗ◕) )

It was hard to colour/lighten these so that you can actually see detail, since the shirt is black and most of the time the background is dark as well, but I tried my best!