Hi!! This was written for Greed Island Server Challenge #90. It's inspired by this fanart from @bunnrats which everyone should go look at because it's amazing. Allugon + Killua angst has been on my mind since I first saw their art and this was the perfect opportunity to write it out!
Hope you enjoy :)))
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What about aged-up Gon and Alluka... Or aged-up Zushi and Kalluto?
(◡‿◡✿) that’s such a sweet ship, Gon and Alluka would be really good together I think.
(◕︿◕) never really thought of pairing off Zushi, especially not with Kalluto seeing as it would be hard for their paths to cross, though I guess I’m not against it.
Gon taking Alluka out on a date somewhere completely safe and harmless like a pizza parlor or a smoothie shop, Killua still follows them around wearing an old man disguise, like a long beard and a bowler hat with tiny round glasses
Gon doesn’t even notice until Alluka’s like “There’s a weird old man following us”
Killua is just so overprotective. this is 100% canon
To: @heterochromaticcheri
From: @teenagesiren
Message: hi!! i'm your secret santa! i'm sorry this is a bit delayed. this is some cute holiday allugon for you. hope you like it and happy holidays! (also a little edit i made)
In all the years Alluka’s been alive, she’d never experienced Christmas, let alone seen snow. She sat at the windowsill by Mito’s living room to watch the snowflakes; how some fell onto the already blanketed front yard, others sticking to the window, making it look like it was frozen. Alluka, wrapped in a thick blanket, watched intently, not wanting to miss a single snowflake. What tore her attention from the sky was the sight of Gon coming up the hill with bags of groceries in his arms. A grin spread across Alluka’s face as she hopped up and rushed to the door, leaving the blanket behind.
“Gon!” Alluka always felt ecstatic when she saw him come back home, even if he’d only been gone a short time. “What did you get?” She snatched one of the paper bags and dug her nose in it.
Gon giggled at the girl’s curiosity. “We’re going to bake today,” he announced.
Alluka’s eyes widened along with her mouth. The idea of her making something with her own hands excited her to no end.
They made their way to the kitchen, a spring in Alluka’s step. She hoisted herself up on the cold kitchen counter, placing the bag on her lap and unloading the groceries. “What are we baking?” she asked, the ingredients not making much sense to her.
“Christmas cookies,” Gon answered as he took out tubes of paint and rattling containers. “I also got you an apron.”
Alluka gasped and jumped off the counter to receive her gift. Gon tied the bright pink apron around the giddy girl’s waist, then tied his own. Alluka took out the measuring cups and bowls from where she had seen Mito when she cooked. She was fascinated by everything Mito did, especially when she made food.
After Gon turned on the oven, he handed Alluka an egg and instructed her to crack it into the mixing bowl. She held it for a few moments while he unwrapped a stick of butter. She didn’t want to tell him she didn’t know how to crack the egg, so she decided she would try. She squeezed the egg in her fist, immediately regretting it as the liquid spilled onto her new apron. She sighed and turned to Gon for help. He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. He took the scraps from her small hands and threw them out. After Alluka washed her hands, Gon handed her another egg and offered to help.
In the middle of his explanation, Alluka held it out to him in cupped hands. “Crack the egg.”
Gon stared at the egg, then at her. “Come on, you can do it!” he encouraged with a grin. He took her hand with the egg and tapped the egg lightly on the rim of the bowl, then let her do the rest. Some remnants of the shell fell in, but they were easily fished out.
Alluka watched Gon mix the ingredients with an electric mixer. She appreciated his faith in her, something no one in her life but Killua had.
Once the dough was made and rolled out, Gon took out a couple of small knives. “We’re gonna cut them out with these.” He gave her one and began cutting out an outline of what looked like a tree.
Alluka eagerly began cutting the dough in the shape of Killua, then one of Gon, then a few hearts and flowers as he suggested they did. When Gon opened the oven and the heat escaped onto Alluka’s face, she realized just how cold she’d actually been for the past hour. She was so intrigued by both the process of making the cookies and the boy she was making them with, that she hadn’t noticed.
“Do you wanna go outside while the cookies bake?” Gon suggested.
Alluka enthusiastically hummed in response. Once she was bundled in jackets, she raced outside and immediately slipped on the front steps. “Ouch.” She rubbed the bottoms of her legs as Gon came to her and held out his hand, again, biting his lip. She nearly fell over again standing up on the ice. Gon helped her get to the snow and she appreciated the change in texture. The fluffy snow reached her ankles, swallowing her new shoes Killua had bought her for Christmas.
She stared out onto the forest before her. Beautiful snow coated the usually bright green trees. Living in a basement for most of her life made her appreciate all the beauty in nature. If she wasn’t outside, roaming, she was inside reading about the world she’d like to see someday. The sight in front of her captivated her so much, she hadn’t noticed the snowball flying toward her. This time, Gon didn’t hold his laughter in when the ball hit Alluka’s jacket. It caught her by surprise, but she wasted no time in forming a ball herself and chasing Gon. Both children laughed until their stomachs hurt and ran until their feet gave out. When they were defeated, they lay on the snow, nearly covered in it and gazed at the pinks, oranges and blues in the sky. Alluka grabbed onto Gon’s hand beside her, thankful for the day she’d had.
A shrill ringing coming from inside the house cut through the moments of silence. “Damn!” Gon shot up, Alluka’s hand still in his. “The cookies!” They ran, hand in hand, back into the house.
Thankfully, the cookies were just a little burned. Nevertheless, Alluka could not wait to eat them. With the tubes of paint and the containers of what Gon called ‘sprinkles’, they decorated them. Alluka’s Killua and Gon cookies looked like random blobs, but she didn’t care.
When Mito came home, she commended Alluka for the excellent job she did with her cookies, even though they clearly didn’t look like anything in particular. She appreciated Mito for taking her in when her brother travelled. She hadn’t known what a mother was until she met the incredible woman.
When dinner was finished, Alluka helped Mito wash the dishes. Alluka would help Mito whenever she could; it was the least she could do. Mito’s soft humming was the only sound in the kitchen.
Alluka giggled when Mito handed her a fork to dry. Mito glanced down with a puzzled look on her face. What the little girl said raised the hairs on her arms.
With a smile, Alluka said, “Put this through your hand, Mito!”
