ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ (ᴋɪʟʟᴜᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)
(^Inspired by this prompt^)
You were awoken from your glorious sleep by the ringing of your phone.
You groaned, grabbing it and checking the contact, wincing at the brightness. Killua? you thought, seeing your boyfriend's name light up the screen.
"Kill, it's 7 am. Why the hell are you calling me and why are you up?" you grumbled, lying back down.
"I always wake up at seven," Killua said, his voice nasally and rough. "And I'm dying!"
"What are you talking about?" you asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
"I love you, remember that when I die," Killua whined.
"Why do you think your dying?" you scoffed.
"My stomach is trying to kill me, I can't breathe! It's like someone stuffed cotton in my nose and up my brain!" Killua explained, before letting out a coughing fit.
"You're not dying, idiot," you said, pinching the bridge of your nose. "It sounds like your just sick."
"I'm a highly trained assassin," Killua stated. "I don't get sick." His sentence was followed by a series of loud sneezes. "I've been poisoned."
"Okay, then who poisoned you?" you asked, playing along with the dramatic teen.
"Maybe that waiter at the restaurant we went to last week," Killua said. "I think he was jealous that I was with someone like you. So, he slipped something in my drink so he could get you."
"Oh, well I'll never love again after you die," you explained. "So. his plan was a failure."
"No, you'll go with Gon, you can't be alone," Killua stated, making you scowl. You'd have to talk to him about that later.
"I thought you couldn't get poisoned," you stated, leaning back on your free hand.
"He must have created a new poison I'm not immune to yet," Killua said.
"I will mourn for you my love," you said dramatically.
"Can you come over?" Killua asked, his voice softening. "I want to spend my last moments with you."
"Fine, give me a few minutes," you chuckled.
"Y/n," Killua exclaimed as you walked into his home. You smiled slightly at your boyfriend. He was curled on the couch, surrounded by piles of blankets. His cheeks were flushed due to his cold and his nose was dripping slightly.
"I brought you some things," you said, walking past Killua into the kitchen.
"What things?" Killua asked, trailing behind you like a puppy. He was covered by a single blanket.
"Some soup, medicine, cough drops, stuff like that," you explained, lying your bag on the kitchen counter.
"I told you, I'm not sick," Killua grumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder from behind.
"Don't make me call Leorio," you threatened, pulling out a canister of soup. Killua whined, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "Then take your soup and medicine."
You poured a little medicine and turned around, handing it to him.
"I don't want to," Killua said, giving you puppy dog eyes.
"You have to," you insisted.
Killua frowned. "Can I get something if I take the medicine?" he asked.
"Yes, just take it," you said, rolling your eyes.
Killua smiled slightly before grabbing the small cup and drinking it all in one swallow. He cringed at the taste as you grabbed the cup. "What do I get?" he asked.
"Soup," you said, making him frown.
"After soup," you chuckled, kissing Killua's pink nose.
"During soup," he argued.
"Fine," you agreed, making Killua cheer. It was strange seeing him so excited and childish. He was usually chill and calm. You didn't hate it though. "Come on," you said, pouring the still-hot soup into a bowl.
"I'm going to wait on the couch," Killua said, grabbing the bowl and waddling to the couch. You followed him, giggling as he settled onto the couch, pushing some blankets away to make room for you.
You sat next to him, watching as he cuddled himself into your side. "Drink your soup," you told him.
"I know," Killua pouted, starting to drink the soup.
"Hey Gon," you said, making Killua look up at you from his place in your lap.
"Tell Gon I'm dying!" Killua said sitting up a bit. "And when I die he has to marry you so you're not alone."
"Sorry Gon," you said shoving a pillow over Killua's face, making him yelp. "I have a clingy and feverish assassin on my lap." Killua threw away the pillow and scowled at you. "I'll call you back when I convince him a cold doesn't mean he's dying."
"No Gon!" Killua yelled before you hung up. "I needed to tell him to take care of you when I die."
"You're not dying!" you exclaimed, ignoring how Killua cuddled into your side. Bipolar asshole, you thought. "And if I did die, you don't get to give me away to your friend."
"I would just want you to be safe if I die," Killua said, looking at you seriously.
"I can take care of myself Kitten," you reassured him.
"You're not as strong as everyone who'd try and hurt you because you're close to me," Killua stated, sitting up. "I just want you safe."
"Fine, if you die, Gon can be my 'protector'," you said, using air quotes around protector.
"Thank you," Killua said, cuddling back into your lap. "It might be sooner than we think."
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