#leolumi

[anticanonhearts]

lumi doodle + an addition to the leolumi doodle series:)

[hisoleolumi]

(illumi also has his own. he says it hits different like this tho)

[clood]

little ditty inspired by mrapplegate's big bang fic, which you should go and read!!

It’s been months since accepting the full ride, since declining the full-time position at the Zoldyck estate, since unpacking that first box and finding a hidden treasure inside.

Despite the fire in Leorio’s chest that burns when he remembers his resolve to become a top, pro-bono healthcare provider, he can’t help a hotter, more erratic fire that burns deep in the bottom of his stomach every time he looks at that ratty piece of flannel he keeps folded up in the bottom drawer of his nightstand.

And yes, it’s hidden. No way is he taking any shit from Killua for this, he’s just cooled it with the stupid mnemonic from last fucking year.

All this weird, bottled-up longing for the lithe and graceful being that is Illumi Zoldyck has led him to decline many more offers from Silva Zoldyck himself: from an even more lucrative position as a full-time, live-in, very-permanent family doctor to the most spread out of annual checkups on his kids. Anything to keep himself from doing anything stupid in front of Illumi and jeopardizing his entire career.

Which is why he’s not really sure why he’s standing here, in his old office at the estate, trying to keep a blush from rising to his face while Illumi stands in the doorway, scantily-clad as ever.

“Will you just put this shit on? You’re taking literal years off of my life by doing this, Illumi.”

He’s thrusting his pristine lab coat into Illumi’s chest, very much not looking at the delicate lines of his torso. No sir, his eyes are so glued to the floor right now, he could write a very detailed essay on the color and texture of this grout. Just give him the pen and paper, please.

“I don’t have my robe, though,” Illumi responds calmly, holding the lab coat at arm’s length. “This isn’t the same.”

Leorio heaves a sigh. “And nobody told you to do that for me. Just put it on? Please?”

Illumi rolls his eyes but says nothing further, wrinkling his nose as he slides his arms through the white cotton sleeves. He doesn’t button it, but it’s not a distraction. This isn’t a problem. No way.

“So your headaches are back?” Leorio asks, motioning for Illumi to please sit on the examination table so he can at least have his face below eye level. “In his letter, your father really laid it on thick this time about me coming back to see you.”

There’s a moment of silence before Illumi answers. “Not really.” Leorio blinks, wondering why, then, he is here.

“Don’t you think the doctor should be wearing the coat?”

It takes Leorio all of three seconds to process what Illumi’s just said, but it takes Illumi only one to reach forward and pull Leorio into his seat, swapping places with him like it’s his day job to haul bodies around. Leorio tries not to linger on the truth behind that statement.

It’s not like he really can, anyway.

Illumi’s got his hands on either side of Leorio’s neck, his delicate fingers poking and prodding at him gently.

“Illumi. I really don’t think—“

“You were the one who gave me the coat,” Illumi says, cutting him off. “It says Dr. Zoldyck, does it not? Your last name is Paladiknight.”

Leorio gulps. He’s so glad Killua is visiting Gon right now, or he’d never, ever live this down.

“Say ah.” Cold hands make their way to his jaw, tilting his head up and around.

“Ahhhhh.”

This is stupid. This is so fucking stupid! Any second now, Silva Zoldyck is going to walk in, or worse, Hisoka, and Leorio’s life and career will be over.

He feels a pressure on his bottom lip and only then does he realize he’s screwed his eyes shut. The pressure turns into a quick and sharp nip and the hands on his jaw are gone.

“You’re bleeding,” Illumi states plainly, reaching into Leorio’s shirt pocket to remove the handkerchief and press it to his lip.

Leorio struggles to find his words, but for some reason the only stupid thing that rings in his mind is a little voice that giggles and says, “Oh, oh oh…!”

“I’m keeping this, then.”

Leorio can’t silence the voice in his head quick enough to respond before Illumi is sauntering out of his office, buttoning up the white doctor’s coat as he does.

“But your headaches!” he calls down the hall once he’s collected himself enough to form coherent thoughts.

Illumi doesn’t turn to respond, but his voice floats back to Leorio lazily, “All better.”

[anticanonhearts]

comic for my fav crack ship

[hisoleolumi]

kurapika: i am deadass one of the greatest lgbtq+ allies. do you know the mental strength and stamina it takes to be around hisoka, leorio and illumi and not be homophobic?

[hisoleolumi]

illumi: if hisoka and i were drowning, who would you save?

leorio: of course you two can’t swim.

hisoka: it's a hypothetical question, leorio! who would you save?

leorio: my time and effort.

[hisoleolumi]

leorio: hisoka, do you ever want to talk about your emotions?

hisoka: …no.

illumi: i do!

leorio: i know, illumi.

illumi: i feel sad and confused sometimes!

leorio: i know, illumi.

[hisoleolumi]

leorio, talking about illumi: he's an angel. he just fell from heaven, that's all.

hisoka: you are aware that they say that about the literal ruler of hell, yes?