#Trail Cut Kurta

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Here for You(One-shot)

Kurapika Kurta x Leorio Paladiknight

(Important note: This fic takes place after the succession war arc!)

Category:(somewhere in between platonic and fluff)

Word count:1.1k

(This is my first fic on this account, I really hope you guys enjoy it <3)

After what felt like months of traveling, an alert was issued across the ship which signaled an end to the long, burdensome mission.

It was finally time to start disembarking.

Kurapika stared up at the ceiling as he listened to the announcement playing from the ship’s speakers. He ran his hands through his golden strands, letting out a sigh.

“It’s over…”

The young man began to ponder his thoughts, reflecting on what had occurred during the succession war and the dark continent expedition. It was a gruesome and tragic experience, with death and despair looming at every corner. A part of him was glad to finally leave this ship and be done with it for good.

He knew that as of today he’d be relieved of his body-guarding duties. However, while a weight was finally lifted off of his chest, a newer one began to emerge.

…What now?

The blond’s eyes flickered over to the suitcases nearby. They contained the jarred scarlet eyes of his brethren, it was the last of the eyes that were stolen away. He began to space out as he quietly pondered his future.

After about an hour, a loud barrage of knocks came from his cabin door. He sat up, recognizing the voice on the other side.

“Hey Kurapika! What are you doing in there? We need to leave the ship!”

Kurapika chuckled lightly and began to collect himself. He stood up and walked over, shouting through the door, “I’m coming, Leorio. Just give me a second.”

Soon, he gathered his bearings and checked out with Leorio following suit. They both stepped onto the pier and were met with the sight of cars and other modes of transportation for the passengers.

“Well..that was certainly…an experience..” Leorio trailed off, cutting the silence as they both walked along. His eyes then lit up a little. “But even though it was so hectic, at least I got to learn a bunch of new things!” The raven-haired man cheered. A small smile made its way onto Kurapika’s face.

“I’m sure that working directly with Chairman Yorkshire brought you a lot of knowledge. She’s quite smart, after all.” He said with a pause,

“Speaking of medical school, how has it been going specifically? I remember her saying that the institution allowed you to do your studies overseas.”

Leorio scratched his head, grinning nervously. “Well, uh…” he then trailed off for a second. “I managed to get some assignments done, but I do plan to catch up once I get settled into daily life.”

“That’s fair.” Kurapika nodded, “It must’ve been challenging for you to get the school work done considering all of the tasks you’ve had during this mission…”

He then looked up at Leorio, a bright smile on his face. “Either way, I’m proud of you. I can't wait to see you become the doctor you were meant to be.”

The slender man noticed the blond’s loving gaze. He blushed for a moment and looked away into the distance. “H-hey! What did I tell you about looking at me like that? Stop it!”

Kurapika chuckled lightly at his flustered state. “After all of these years you’ve never really changed much, did you?”

Leorio sighed, immediately changing topic. “So what do you plan on doing now, Kurapika? I mean you already have all of your clan’s eyes. Your goal is pretty much complete.”

Kurapika paused for a second, his expression of joy beginning to dim to a soft frown. The thought of his goal finally being complete was bittersweet.

“I will build a proper memorial for my brethren on my homeland to honor them in the way that they deserve.”

Leorio nodded. “Well, of course you’re going to do that. I guess what I mean is..”

“What do you plan on doing in the future? Like, what are your long term goals?”

Kurapika paused for a bit, thinking. “Long..term goals?”

“Yeah! What do you plan on doing with your life after all of this?”

The young blond stopped in his tracks as the feeling of emptiness and confusion began to arise. He knew that his bodyguarding business would keep him busy and financially stable, but outside of that.

“I..I don’t know..” Kurapika admitted. His eyes were now averted in shame and a bit of pain.

He had spent so many years focusing on his revenge, letting it be the main driving force behind his actions and will for such a long time. It was as if a huge part of him had disappeared once he completed his goal. The blond stared at the ground for a while, the fear of confusion and uncertainty clouding his conscience.

Leorio gave him a comforting smile while resting a hand on his shoulder. “Try not to worry too hard about this, Kurapika. We’re both still young so you have all the time to figure it out.”

Kurapika slowly snapped out of his trance and turned to him. He responded with a question, doubt heavy in his voice. “What makes you so sure..?”

“You need to start having more faith in yourself, you know...” The raven haired man mumbled. He placed both hands on his shoulders, giving it a soft squeeze. “I know you probably don’t have all the answers to your future or where it’s going to go, but that’s completely fine. In fact…”

Leorio let go of him and looked down at the ground, a sense of uncertainty arising in himself as he began to ponder his future as well. “Even I don’t fully know where I’ll go when I finish medical school. But it’s okay..do you know why?”

Kurapika remained quiet for a while as they began to walk once more. “No, I don’t know..why?”

“Because I have you, genius!” Leorio smiles playfully, nudging the blond’s shoulder. “Even though we both don’t know what’ll happen, we have each other.”

He finished talking, and Kurapika shot him a puzzled look. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying that…well…I guess what I mean is that we should take it one step at a time. Alright? We don’t know what the future will bring us. But I do know that, at the very least, you’re here for me and I’m here for you. Do you get it now?”

Kurapika goes quiet for a second. Soon, a tiny smile was etched across his face as he let out a soft chuckle.

“..Yeah..I do..”

“Don’t forget it!” Leorio said with a comically huge grin.

Before he could say another word, Kurapika muttered “We should probably get going. The chauffeurs seem to be getting ready to leave.”

“R-right!”

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prompt: kurapika kurta - the epilogue ❦

warnings: none

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You always knew how to make Kurapika smile.

Kurapika’s lips, painted in the soft claret you’ve grown to love so much, had been shaped into a deep frown all day. You weren't oblivious to the reason why, you were well aware that Kurapika had been struggling with himself lately, but you couldn’t stand to see him in his rut any further.

So with that being said, you decided that you have finally had enough.

“Alright, let’s go. Get up, Kurapika.” 

Kurapika slowly looked up from the masses of paperwork sitting on top of his desk, glasses perched on his nose and the sleeves of his button down rolled up to reveal the subtle muscles decorating his forearms.

“Hm?” Kurapika hummed absently, tiredness laced throughout his voice as he stared at you expectantly. “What for?”

“Don’t worry about the reason, just come on.” You insisted impatiently, this time tugging him out of his rolling chair and catching him by surprise as you brought him to his feet.

“hey-Hey!” He called with wide eyes as he stumbled over himself, but you were already set on dragging him out the house despite his adamant complaints.

“What is all this about?” Kurapika fussed as the two of you finally made it outside, and you turned around on your heel with narrowed eyes to peer at him.

“You’ve been frustrated all week, have you not?” Your sharp inquisition made Kurapika pause, and he carefully watched as you moved your hands to rest firmly on your hips. “I can see It written all over your face, so don’t even try to say otherwise.”

Kurapika sighed quietly at your scowl before loosely crossing his arms over his chest since he had no choice but to confess now. “Yes, I have been stressed, but-”

“Alright,” You quickly cut Kurapika off just before he could finish mustering out an excuse. “So let’s make it all go away.”

With skeptical eyes, Kurapika merely stared at you as he wondered how on earth you planned to make that happen.

“Here.” You reached to the lawn chair placed behind you and handed Kurapika the object that was sitting on it, one that made him furrow his eyebrows deeply.

“A…plate?” Kurapika trailed off dubiously with a tilted head. You had lost him completely now, and the corner of your lip slightly turned upwards at his visible confusion.

“I want you to write down all the things that are bothering you.” You affirmed before handing him a sharpie you made sure to stick in your back pocket earlier.

“And when you’re done writing down your problems, we’ll smash it and let go.”

“That doesn’t seem very productive.” Kurapika wearily spoke, looking at you doubtfully. “And like one more mess for me to clean, truthfully.”

“It won’t hurt to try.” You insisted, your tone growing softer.

You knew that Kurapika was probably sick of talking about his feelings by now, and you’ve reached a point in your relationship where he’s more reserved with what he decides to tell you. You thought that maybe if he was free to just write down everything that’s been on his mind it would come easier and serve as a therapeutic way to get it all off his chest. You knew that he would probably oppose this simply because there was no real logic behind smashing a plate, but at this point, you would try anything if it meant lifting his spirits just a little.

Kurapika must’ve took notice to your pleading gaze and rather desperate expression because he steadily dropped his folded arms to his sides.

“Fine.” Kurapika finally sighed, running a tired hand through his hair as he closed his eyes. “but we have to make this fast. I have work to get back to.”

And that's how you found yourself sitting criss-crossed on your patio, writing on a porcelain plate in your lap with Kurapika sitting right beside you. He could admit that this whole idea was still cheesy to him, as if breaking a plate would make his problems magically go away, but he figured he’d just get it over with anyway.

“Am I..uh.. doing this right?”

You looked up to see Kurapika’s plate was nearly full of tiny words, some of which smudged and some of which bigger than others-- the word Phantom Troupe being one that stood out the most. You slowly shifted your eyes towards Kurapika and flashed a reassuring smile.

“You’re doing great.”

Kurapika paused, feeling somewhat relieved to hear you say that to him. 

“And... I’m done, too.”

You quickly set your sharpie down and raised from your spot. With your plate still in one of your hands, you gently reached the other towards Kurapika.

“Now for the best part.”

Kurapika hesitantly grabbed your palm and let you holster him beside you. He also let you tug him further into your backyard, the sound of cicadas buzzing all around the both of you until you found a good spot to stop at. 

“I’ll go first.” You suddenly nodded, and without warning you threw your plate and It shattered across the gravel ground which made Kurapika wince slightly. You clapped your hands approvingly and grinned as you turned to face Kurapika.

“Now it’s your turn.” You noted, slowly stepping aside. “Just let everything out.”

Kurapika took a deep breath before reluctantly closing his eyes. He let his mind wander, suddenly reliving his dreadful past with his family just for it to all be washed away as soon as it came. He then felt his face become pained as he thought about the way he’d been working himself to the bone just to avenge them, as well as his overwhelming regret of not making enough time for you. With a shaky breath, he finally envisioned the cause of all his problems. Kurapika remembered their faces, the nauseating faces of the Phantom Troupe. His blood began to boil and his fist clenched the porcelain furiously before the emblem of a spider clouded his vision. 

Kurapika’s eyes immediately flashed crimson as he chucked his plate farther than what yours had went and it forcefully slammed against a tree, making a loud clashing sound thunder throughout the air. Your mouth immediately parted in shock at the million of pieces fallen before a gradual smile began to spread across your lips.

“Holy crap... you actually did It.” You laughed in amazement and Kurapika turned to face you with a dazed look still glazing his eyes. For some odd reason, as weird as it may be, Kurapika felt so much lighter. It truly felt as if a huge weight had been miraculously lifted off his shoulders, and maybe confronting his problems was all he needed after all.

“I guess I did.”  Kurapika supposed before he too started to chuckle at how ridiculous this whole thing was, as well as the exhilarating sensation it gave him.

You moved your fingers to grab Kurapika by his belt, tugging him closer to you. The moonlight seemed to kiss your skin as Kurapika leaned to rest his forehead against yours, his lone earring dangling slightly in the wind.

“I’m so proud of you.” You whispered right as you met his gaze. “This was probably stupid, but I still hope this made you feel better.”

Kurapika’s eyes softened as he melted into your embrace. He appreciated you so much, more than you would ever know. The lengths you would go just to make him happier, even if it meant doing something as absurd as smashing a plate together in your backyard, served as his proof that you were simply too good for him.

“Thank you, my love.” Kurapika murmured quietly, giving you one of his faint grins. “I can now smile again all because of you.”

Your eyes grew wide at his confession and a squeal bubbled in your throat at how your dumb plan had actually worked. You clutched Kurapika’s waist tighter before throwing your head back.

“You’re free!” You shouted while closing your eyes tightly and giggling to the sky.

Kurapika beamed at how excited you were before choosing to throw his own head back as well.

“I’m free!” Kurapika blurted out loud too, his eyes shining brightly. Never in a million years would he believe that he’d be able to have those words roll from his tongue, but he always surprised himself when being with you. And even though his goal was nowhere near being accomplished, It still felt good to put an end to his suffering for at least one night.

You both kept screaming at the top of your lungs, jumping over the broken glass and being illuminated by the stars above. Kurapika abruptly wrapped his arms around your sides, gleefully twirling you in his arms as beautiful laughs cascaded from his lips.

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Ooo I noticed that fic prompts are open! If I may, maybe a fic with lee kurapika and ler leorio where kurapika is feeling down and leorio tries to cheer him up?

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“I’m alright, Leorio.” Kurapika tried to shoo the other away, shifting in his seat as Leorio gathered up his leg. “It was just a fall.”

“A three foot drop down a rocky cliff side is not “just a fall.” Leorio argued, hands gentle as he rolled up the pant leg, inspecting the skin. “You almost died! Hunter or not, you have to be more careful.” With the injured flesh in sight, he gently pressed into the skin, looking for broken bones. “What happened anyway?”

“I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” Kurapika muttered, suddenly feeling guilty for worrying the other.

Something in his voice must have caught Leorio’s attention- the doctor looked up at him with furrowed brows. “That’s unusual for you.”

He supposed it was. He closed his eyes, reflexing on today’s events as he tried to figure out just what went wrong.

He was walking with the boys along the trail, nodding along to Gon and Killua’s ramblings and Leorio’s funny banter. It was all so peaceful and soothing.

And painfully familiar.

Trails and hikes like this reminded him of the Kurta clan. Of Pairo when he was still alive, pointing out various places and asking Kurapika to describe them to him so he could paint a picture in his mind. He remembered the sound of his people’s laughter as they shared stories around a campfire, a small competition on who could impress the Clan Elder.

It hit him like a truck, and he felt himself start to sway.

That’s when the world suddenly rotated, and he felt himself hitting hard, cold earth. Leorio was screaming his name, the boys rushing down the hill to get to him. He hadn’t even realized he fell.

“Hey, ‘Pika…” Leorio’s hand was on his knee, shaking him free from the memory. When he looked up, Leorio was watching him with careful eyes. “Are you okay?”

No, no he wasn’t.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He smiled, the gesture so forced it hurt.

Leorio nodded, turning his attention back to the other’s leg. His body was tense with questions, but none passed over his lips.

For a short period of time, a tense silence passed between the two, Leorio tending to the smaller bruises and cuts while Kurapika willed his thoughts to ease. He really needed to pull it together.

A sudden brush against his toes made him jump with a gasp.

“Whoops, sorry!” Leorio waved a hand, peeking at the other with a sheepish grin. “Just checking your reflexes.”

“My reflexes? What do you-eh!” He jerked once more when Leorio ran a finger up his foot. The touch was more deliberate this time, and in turn- far more ticklish. “L-Leorio, stop that! You don’t need to do that!”

“But of course I do! What doctor would I be if I didn’t give you a proper checkup?” He was grinning that smug, cheshire grin of his, his open hand coming around Kurapika’s ankle as the other danced along the blonde’s sole, making Kurapika squirmed. “So far so good- hold still ‘Pika.”

“G-Get ohohohff! Leahahhahario!” Kurapika yelped, trying in vain to pull his leg free. Reluctant giggles had risen to his lips, and he fought to keep them down as he cheeks stained red. “Doohohohn’t!”

“Aww, is someone a little ticklish?” Leorio cooed, continuing to gently scratch at the other’s foot, enjoying the little yelps and laughs Kurapika couldn’t hold back. Deciding to be mean, he let the hand holding his ankle wander up until it was resting on his knee, spidering gently against the skin. “What about here hm? Or here?”

“Lehehehehhahhahahahario, enohohoohohoohohugh! Aheahahahhhahaha! I’hihihiihiihihm fihihihihiihne!” To prove it, Kurapika kicked with his other leg.

This only proved to worsen his situation, for now Leorio had both his legs.

“Ooo, feisty aren’t you? Well- I DO need to check your other foot- make sure you still got your toes!” He poked gently at the digits, earning loud squeaky giggles from the blonde. “Yep, that one’s there, and that one, that one looks a bit odd. We’ll need to investigate it more.”

“LEHEHEHEHAHAHHARIO!” Kurapika cried, nearly falling out of his chair. His face was on fire, and it started to ache from how much he was smiling.

His chest felt oddly light though. Lighter than it was before.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of squeals for mercy, and Kurapika actually falling out of his chair, Leorio finally let him go. Snatching his legs back, the blonde wheezed against the cool flooring as he glared daggers towards the grinning doctor. “Nohohohot…fahhaiar.” He fumed, making the other hoot.

“You loved it! Don’t deny it!” Leorio snorted as he lowered himself beside him, reaching out and patting Kurapika’s hair. “Seriously though…it seemed like you needed it. I don’t like seeing you so sad.”

Kurapika blinked, taken aback. He peeked up at his friend, noting the growing flush on his neck as he averted his eyes. The hand on his hair was gentle, lightly stroking the disheveled bangs. He started to smile. “Hey, Leo?”

Leorio looked back, and Kurapika gestured him down. Once he was within reach, he tugged on his tie as he reached up, kissing his cheek.

“Thanks. I needed that.” He smiled at the blushing doctor, closing his eyes and letting himself become of ease once more.

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Kurapika x Reader - Angst with a (sorta?) happy ending? - Crossposted on AO3!

It was late, the night air piercingly quiet as it always seemed to be on the nights you spent alone. It was to be expected, of course, when you stopped to consider who you shared your living space with. You have known Kurapika for what seemed like a lifetime yet it had only been a short two years. Although, the young man you had met those two years ago was not the same man you now know. While you have heard the whispers between friends that he had grown to be more handsome and intriguing, and I suppose you wouldn’t disagree on the handsome thing but you missed the boy you originally knew. You never failed to notice the markings of overworking and stress that painted the blondes face. You would consider yourself an expert on the said face, you hesitate to admit it but you spend more time that anyone should staring at his face. Some would say that you harbored a small (immensely large) crush on the Kurta but you tried your best to not think about it too much. It wasn't as if you were shy or would rather that he make the first move, rather you had a very early realization of the slim chances of a relationship with him. The possible romantic relationship seemed to be a disaster waiting to happen so you held your tongue. That thought aside, you loved him despite his, unfortunately, self-destructive tendencies and dedicated revenge plans. You were just as happy to spend what little moments you could with him. That was more than enough.

If almost like waking up from a deep sleep, you were pulled away from your thoughts by the clicks and twists of the front door unlocking. Kurapika trudged up the stairs at an almost snail pace. He gave you a small smile as the two of you made eye contact, then retreating into his bedroom. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in once the blonde had passed you. Your heart ached for Kurapika. This wasn’t the first time he had come home this way. It wasn’t always this way, but recently it had only become worse. More late returns home, fewer hours of sleep, and one-word conversations. Your lips pursed as your head fell back against the couch. Were you wrong to be worried? Against your better judgment, you moved to follow him. While you knew there were no romantic ties, you still were one of his friends. You had a right to be at least a little concerned. His bedroom door was closed which was unsurprising. Even at the best of times, Kurapika was a very private man. Your fingers lingered centimeters from the door, your next steps uncertain. While your worries seemed valid to you, you still felt an invisible roadblock stopping you from knocking on the door. It was quite possible that Kurapika would welcome the company but he also could very well want some time alone. You took a breath, grounding yourself as you let your hand connect with his bedroom door, your knuckles making a soft rap on the door. You had no idea what you expected but it wasn’t to find yourself coming face to face with the blonde man.

“Should you not already be in bed?” Kurapika asked as he leaned his head against the doorframe. You smiled softly at him as your eyes met.

“I could say the same about you. I’m not keeping you am I?” You asked, your fingers twiddling with the hem of your shirt. He gives you another small smile, just like the one from before.

“No, you’re never a bother.” He stated almost matter-of-factly. This left a quick yet somehow agonizingly slow silence between the two of you.

“Can I come in?” You asked, breaking the stark silence. He nodded at your request, moving away from the door, allowing you to enter. Every time you saw his room you felt a tang of disappointment. It was barren save for a bed, a closet, and a bookshelf. You knew that Kurapika was not a materialistic man by any means as well as his stay not being 100% permanent, yet you still hoped to see him settle in just a little bit. Kurapika sat down on the bed, his eyes trailing your own as you looked around the room. As your eyes locked, he opened his mouth to speak. You were quick to cut him off before even a single sound could escape his lips.

“Kurapika, I am worried about you.” You stated abruptly. The blonde gazes at you with knowing eyes as he sinks deeper into the mattress.

“There is no reason for alarm. I am quite alright.” He responded with the words he knew youtube wanted to hear. You feel your lips press tightly together before you speak again.

“I don’t believe you, Kurapika. You’ve been overworking yourself and pushing everyone away recently. I know that not everything is okay.” You responded, your words flowing steadily like a waterfall. You take a seat next to Kurapika on the bed, your hands reaching to capture his. You feel a slight blush crawl it's way up your neck at the action.

“I’m not trying to say that you have to stop. In fact, I admire your dedication more than words could ever describe but don’t you think that you deserve a chance to feel good and for once not weighed down by such a heavy responsibility?” You ask, your mind running a million miles a minute, Anyone close to Kurapika knew that his mission was a sensitive topic and you couldn’t help but pray that he knew and understood that you didn’t mean for your words to come across as unsupportive. Granted, you would not call yourself supportive as you couldn’t help but notice the negative effects that that revenge had on the blonde. You could never fully understand the pain he felt but you understood why he had such an immense desire to fulfill his plans. Who wouldn’t want an answer for such terrible actions? You could feel the blondes fists clench at your words. The stark feel of the flexing of each finger against your own caused your heart to jump.

“Weighed down?” He said, the words almost hissing from his lips. “You have no idea what being weighed down is like. The atrocities that I have seen.” He continues, his voice rising slightly as he averts his eyes from yours. You felt the tips of your fingers being to resemble static while you try to gently hold the young man’s hand. The two of you had always had a mutual understanding of each other's emotional boundaries. You tended to wear your heart on your sleeve in most situations, and for what may seem surprising to some, Kurapika was an excellent listener. He on the other hand was the expert in bottling up each and every emotion. While you undoubtedly respected that but you also knew the immense damage that could cause in someone.

“You know that I would never try to stop you or stand in your way. I never want to downplay how hard every single day is for you or am I trying to pretend to be able to understand the pain or challenges you go through. I just…” You pause, your hands moving to caress his face, your thumbs shaking as they swipe across his cheeks. “I don’t want to see you throw your life away. The path you're on isn’t a safe one. What good is revenge if you die?” You stammer out, your hands falling from his face to a resting position in your lap. You hesitated to make eye contact with Kurapika as you could already see the faint rim of red in his irises from the corner of your vision. Before you could speak again, Kurapika let out a sigh and stood up, softly walking to the door, opening it without a word. You tensed up at this action, that static feeling traveling from your fingertips to all over your body. You stood up, your legs slightly shaking as you walked towards the door. You couldn’t work up the courage to look him in the face as you walked through the doorway. The moment you passed through, the door shut behind you softly. For a moment you were dazed. What did this mean? Was he angry with you? While Kurapika had been known to be a hot head sometimes, his friends generally were not the subjects of it. Your body shivered at the thought of being on the receiving end of that temper. You steeled yourself, shoving the thought from your mind as you disappeared into your own bedroom.

As you fell back into your bed, you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that rattled through your mind. Was something wrong? Everything seemed bad, but could things be worse? Your thoughts traveled to what life was like without Kurapika’s presence in your home. It was a temporary arrangement when your roommate moved out. He needed a place to stay while he took care of business in the city and you happily offered the spare room. You would have been overjoyed to have him stay forever. You knew that was impossible but it never stopped you from thinking it. You shifted in your bed, the sheets wrinkling around you. Perhaps you were overthinking? Was it better to be safe than sorry? Against your better judgment, you slipped off of your bed to return to the blonde's side. You didn’t necessarily feel any guilt but you swallowed your pride and opted to apologize for the press on such a sensitive subject. Kurapika’s door was slightly ajar when you returned to it which was a cause for concern. You gently pushed the door open to see what little evidence of Kurapika in the room was gone. Not even the few books that normally say upon the bookshelf were there. They were gone as if the man was never there. You quickly slipped your way down the hall, nearly tripping down the small staircase that led to the front door. As if this moment was scripted in a film you saw Kurapika. He had one hand on the doorknob and another holding a suitcase. Your eyes widened as the two of you made eye contact. The blonde looked the same as he did when he first arrived home. There was not a single trace of anything other than those familiar overworked eyes.

“Where are you going?” You asked with hushed breath. The blonde only could look at you. The world was once again that familiar and lonely quiet. “Kurapika, please. I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just worried.” You began to ramble out, the words as shaky and unsteady as an earthquake. “You know I love you. I just want to see you happy and I know you won't truly be until you complete your mission but I am scared you won't live to see the end of it.” You continued, rattling off every thought your mind could produce. Your brain felt the pull of a sort of fight or flight mode. The static had once again returned to your body, your teeth chattering as you felt thick tears roll down your cheeks. Your gaze fell to the floor as you felt your hands clasp tightening together. You feared the blonde had already walked out the door when you heard the thunk of the suitcase on the floor. Your head snapped to look at Kurapika. His face had not changed, not a single muscle had moved. “Are we not friends anymore? I promise I’ll never bring it up again.” You say, a slight hiccup in your voice. The blonde stiffened at the question.

“It is not as if we are no longer friends. I fear that I cause you distress. I am not suitable to be sharing this space with you.” Kurapika explained, his voice oh so calm. You blinked, the remaining tears escaping your eyes. Had he not been upset with you? Granted, you had thought that it wouldn’t be the case but his actions up until this point seemed to say otherwise. “I greatly appreciate your support to me but I believe that it would be best for you if I took my leave.” Kurapika continued, not hesitating to also add on that he would transfer you some Jenny to cover his portion of the rent until you were able to find a replacement. You gazed at him, your eyes still wet from the sudden wave of tears. The blonde went to pick up his suitcase but you quickly grabbed his hand with your own. Your eyes met and you wondered if yours reflected the same look of loss that his did.

“Please don’t go. I don’t want you to go.” You whispered, your voice hoarse. You felt his thumb gently move across the top of your hand. Normally, a soft action like this directed at you would cause an immeasurably large grin but now it seemed to just live to taunt you as his thumb left your skin feeling like pinpricks.

“I grew angry at you for worrying for me. You do not deserve such a cruel action, especially in your own home. I apologize but this is for your best interest.” He repeated again. You felt as if your head was caught in a whirlpool, your hand still tight around his. How could you possibly imagine a life without him in it? Your mind flipped through each happy memory that the two of you shared. What was your favorite? Perhaps it was the time you first dragged him out to a new and popular restaurant that had just opened downtown? You had told him that maybe some high profile guests would be there and how it couldn’t possibly hurt to check it out. The two of you never did find anyone of interest other than each other. A three-hour meal with Kurapika felt like a blur as you became enchanted by every word that escaped his lips. Maybe you favored the time you caught him reading a very old and weathered copy of Dino-Hunter? He had offered to let you borrow the book if you were interested but you opted to sit by his side and read along with him. There were small notes in the margins written in Kurta and he explained what each one said, you even learned a couple of words by the end of the night. There were plenty of wonderful moments just like those that meant more to you than anything. His presence in your home was what allowed you such treasured interactions. Only you could say you experienced such things with him. Maybe it was selfish but you weren’t ready to give up the chance at more. You took a deep breath before you directed your eyes to stare deeply into his own.

“Kurapika, I love you. I love you more than a friend. There is nothing that you could do that would make me not love you. You being in my life is the thing I am the most thankful for every single day. I just want to continue spending my days with you at my side. I understand if you do not reciprocate my romantic feelings towards you, I know that you have a lot on your plate but as a friend, could you please stay?” You asked, your voice sturdy. It was now or never. You never imagined that you would confess these feelings to him in a situation like this. For once, the lapse in conversation was not quiet, rather you could hear your heartbeat as it thumped strongly against your chest. You didn’t fail to notice the look of shock that took over the blonde's face. If you weren’t in such a heated moment, you may have wondered how he didn’t pick up on these feelings earlier.

“I was not aware that you had such feelings for me.” He stated, the shock laced in his voice. You could only stare back at him, your breath caught in your throat as you waited for his answer. “I apologize but I still do not believe my presence in your life is good for you. You said it yourself, the path I am following is not safe, meaning that I would not want to wrap you up in it.” He explained, the false calm clear in his voice. You took a deep breath before speaking again.

“Kurapika, I don’t care what path you’re on. I just want to walk that path with you. Would I prefer you not to die? Yes! That doesn’t mean that I would just give up on my feelings for you. I have fallen in love with you despite your flaws. Please...just tell me yes or no.” You responded, your exhaustion apparent in your voice. How much more did you need to do so that he would understand your love for him? You could see him shift in his spot and you wondered if it was nerves. Did Kurapika ever become nervous? “You don’t need to reciprocate but I only want to know if you will stay with me. Even as a friend I would be more than happy. I promise I will throw the romantic love I have out the door. It won’t be awkward for either of us.” You reassured, hoping to pull his answer out. Without a word, Kurapika picked up the suitcase once again. Your breath hitched in your throat. Was he going to leave? Much to your surprise, the blonde retreated up the stairs. You hesitantly followed him up as the two of you returned to the bedroom that you, not less than an hour ago, had exchanged your intense words. He sat down in the exact same spot he had before, and you followed suit. It was like a strange dance the way you responded to each of his movements. He turned his body to look at you and you couldn't help but wonder if this action was his version of an answer. Before you could speak up, the blonde quickly tugged you into an embrace, his face pressed into the crook of your neck. At this moment you inhaled sharply, your hands slowly moving to wrap around his body. If you weren’t paying attention you would have missed the words that slipped from his mouth, muffled by the contact of your skin.

“Thank you.” He muttered, his lips grazing your neck. You couldn’t help but feel confused but you didn’t dare to interrupt this moment. You pulled your body away from his, catching his eyes for a moment where you couldn’t help but notice the red that spilled into the whites of his eyes. For once, the red was not from being a Kurta, rather it was from the tears that now made a home on the shoulder of your shirt. You shuffled yourself under the covers as you gestured to him to do the same. He compiled without a word as he slipped under the covers and back into your arms. Perhaps you would talk more in the morning but for now, you held him close to you as you patiently allowed the tears to fall from his eyes. The two of you were as close as two separate people could be as your legs intertwined with each other and your arms tightly wrapped around the other's sides. You felt his head lay against your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair, noting that it had gotten longer than normal. You pressed your lips against his forehead, pressing a kiss to it gently. Your lips ghosted the skin before whispering to him a soft goodnight before closing your eyes, assuming that he would do the same. The two of you drifted off to sleep listening to the rhythmic beat of your hearts intertwining. You would ask him in the morning more, but for now, this was more than enough.

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Culture of Punjab Pakistan

Punjabi Culture is one of the most established in world history, dating from old artifact to the cutting edge time. The degree, history, intricacy and thickness of the way of life are huge. A portion of the principle regions of the Punjabi culture include: Punjabi cooking, theory, verse, imaginativeness, music, design, customs and qualities and history. A few urban areas of Punjab have more significance for Sikh people group from India. The author of Sikh religion was brought into the world in Nankana Sahib, an area of Punjab so Sikh from various pieces of world come and visits Punjab. Jahngir burial chamber and Badshahi Masjid in Lahore are the significant spots of Pakistan. Information Sahib is extremely frightened spot in Punjab and the greater part of individuals come and visit Data sahib consistently.

Individuals

Punjabi individuals are kind and carefree. Punjabis are heterogeneous gathering involving various clans, factions, networks and are known to commend every single convention of their way of life. Individuals of Punjab have solid convictions on pir-faqeers, jogi, taweez, manat-ka-dhaga, holy person of notoriety, dark wizardry, and different notions, anyway as of late because of increment of proficiency, individuals have gotten to some degree judicious . Punjabis likewise trust in cast framework yet as now individuals are getting instructed, the distinctions are getting obscured. Some well known projects of Punjabi's are; Jats, Maliks, Mughals, Arains, Gujjars, Awans, Rajputs, Gakhars, Khokhars, Sheikhs, Aheers, Kambohs, Niazis, Legharis, Khosas, Dogars, Thaheem, Mirani, Qureshis, and Syeds.

In towns' kin generally live in little networks (biradaris), anyway they live in harmony and congruity with one another. They take dynamic part in the bliss/lament of one another and give a lot of regard to their way of life, standards and run their lives as per their set customs. Punjabi individuals are acclaimed for their cordial and cherishing nature.

Dialects

Punjabi is the common language of Punjab. It is communicated in as the principal language by larger part individuals in Punjab, even spoken and comprehended in regions past the limits of Punjab. Statistical data points show that Punjabi language is communicated in as first language by 44% of Pakistanis. Urdu language is likewise regularly spoken in this district. Key Punjabi dialects/tongues are:

Pothowari

Hindko

Jhangvi

Shahpuri

Pahari

Majhi

Saraiki

Dresses

Outfits of Punjab are a sign of the brilliant and dynamic culture and way of life of individuals.

The ensembles are a blend of tones, solace and excellence and Punjab is notable for the utilization of phulkari(embroidery) in its outfits. In the greater part of the towns of Punjab men wear Pagri(turban), dhoti/lacha, kurta, khusa. Ladies wear gharara, or choridar pajama or beautiful shalwar kameez, paranda, choli/duppata, khusa, kola puri chappal or tillay wali jutti. While in metropolitan zones of Punjab people follow most recent patterns and design, by and large they wear various styles of shalwar kameez.

Food

The broad food of Punjab can be vegan and non-veggie lover. One shared characteristic between all Punjabi dishes is the liberal use of ghee or explained margarine flavors and Punjabis are enamored with sweet-meats too. Most Punjabi food is eaten with one or the other rice or roti. There are a few dishes that are select to Punjab, for example, Mah Di Dal, Paratha, Makai ki rotti, Saron Da Saag, and in urban areas Choley, Haleem, Baryani and other fiery dishes are mainstream. In refreshments, tea is burned-through altogether seasons and as a custom the greater part of Punjabis serve tea to their visitors. Punjabis are additionally partial to Zarda, Gulab-Jamuns, Kheer, Jalaibi,Samosy, Pakorey and so forth During summers individuals drink lassi, doodh-pop, aloo bokharey ka sharbat, lemonade and so forth These cooking styles have become overall luxuries with enormous scope portrayal.

Sports

Punjabi individuals have over the top interest in games. Punjabi's are attached to kabaddi, and wrestling, which is likewise well known in different pieces of Pakistan and it's additionally played on public level. Different games being played in Punjab area incorporate Gilli-Danda, Khoo-Khoo, Yassu-Panju, Pitho-Garam, Ludo, Chuppan-Chupai, Baraf-Panni, Kanchy and some significant games incorporate cricket, boxing, horse-dashing, hockey and football. Public Horse and Cattle Show at Lahore is the greatest celebration where sports, presentations, and domesticated animals rivalries are held.

Social Festivals

There are various celebrations which are praised by Punjabi individuals including some strict celebrations, for example, Eid-Milad-Un-Nabi, Jumu'ah, Laylat-ul-Qadr and so on Urcs (reverential fairs),which are held at the shirnes of sufi holy people, Melas and Nomaish (exhibitions).The Provincial capital Lahore is broadly well known for its engaging occasions and exercises. Lahori's are popular everywhere on the country for their festivals especially for Basant celebration (kite flying) in the spring season. Different celebrations celebrated in Punjab district incorporate Baisakhi, Teej, Kanak Katai and so on

Dance and Music

Bhangra is most regularly known Punjabi music kind and dance style. Punjabis enthusiastically love society melodies/music, Qawali and Punjabi music is perceived all through the world. The Tabla, Dhol, Dholki, Chimta, Flute and Sitar are on the whole basic instruments of this great culture. Punjabi dance is based around joy, energy and enthusiasm.Different types of dance in Punjab are: Loddi, Dhamal, Sammi, Kikli, Gatka, Bhangra, Giddha and Dandiya. Punjabi moves have been embraced by the American culture and others the same and now they are perhaps the most appreciated artistic expressions.

Custums and Rituals

A portion of the traditions continued in Punjab have no establishment in Islam. Nonetheless, the Punjabi culture has embraced those functions and conventions from Hindu culture.

Birth Rituals

Punjabis praise birth of their kid with extraordinary eagerness. Granddad or grandma or some regarded senior part from the family puts nectar with their pointer in youngster's mouth called Ghutii. Desserts are conveyed among companions and family members and individuals bring presents for the kid and mother. For the most part on 7thday youngster's head is shaven and Aqiqa service is held, additionally sheep/goat is butchered.

Punjabi Weddings

Punjabi weddings depend on conventions and are directed with solid impression of the Punjabi culture followed by a few pre-wedding customs and ceremonies (dholki,mayun,ubtan etc.)Punjabi weddings are exceptionally boisterous, vigorous, brimming with music,colors, extravagant dresses, food and moving. Punjabi weddings have numerous traditions and functions that have advanced since conventional occasions. In urban communities the wedding are praised following a mix of current and customary traditions and the function for the most part goes on for 3days, Mehndi, Barat (Nikkah+Ruksati) and Walima, trailed by Chauti (taking the lady of the hour back to her folks' home the following day).

Burial service Rituals

At burial services after namaz-e-janaza it is standard to offer lunch to individuals who came for sympathy. On 3rdday of the memorial service, Qul is held and each after thursday the Quran is discussed (jumah-e-raat) trailed by petitions for perished and after 40days the chaliswaan is held. After which the memorial service is finished. A few families notice commemorations yearly (barsi).There is no proper clothing regulation for Punjabi memorial services anyway individuals generally wear shalwar kameez and easygoing attire is noticed. Memorial services of Shia families are more exceptional. The two people wear dark shalwar-kameez and thorough crying and shouting is a typical event at such memorial services.

Writing

Punjab is exceptionally rich with writing and Sufis adds more in its writing. Punjabi verse is famous for its amazingly profound importance, excellent and cheerful utilization of words. The enormous number of Punjabi verse is being made an interpretation of all through the world into numerous dialects. Some acclaimed writers of Punjabi are Sultan Bahu, Mia Mohammad Baksh, Baba Farid, Shah Hussain, Anwar Masood and so forth Waris Shah, whose commitment to Punjabi writing is most popular for his fundamental work in Heer Ranjha, known as Shakespeare of Punjabi language. Bulleh Shah was a Punjabi Sufi artist, a humanist and a logician. The stanza from Bulleh Shah basically utilized is known as the Kafi, a style of Punjabi. Some other well known classic stories of Punjab incorporate Sassi-Punnu, Sohni Mahiwal and so forth that are going through ages.

Expressions and Crafts

Punjab is the significant assembling industry in Pakistan's economy and here every workmanship appreciates a position. The fundamental specialties made in the high countries and other rustic territories of Punjab are basketry, earthenware, which are well known for their cutting edge and customary plans everywhere on the world and are remembered for the best developments of Punjabis. bone work, material, fabric woven on handlooms with staggering prints is weaved in the provincial territories and the weavers produce beautiful fabrics like cotton,silk and so forth weaving, weaving, rugs, stone art, adornments, metal work alongside truck workmanship and other wood works. The specialty of Punjab is its basic soul and its art make its substance.

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Makoto - Opal

(this takes place roughly 2-3 weeks ago)

A balmy breeze whips through the open-air market, one of many like it in cities all across Thavnair. Canvas flaps rustle down a line of merchants’ tents while Makoto stands idly by, pausing seemingly at random in his path to linger in front of a goldsmith’s stall.

A glint of desert sun on bright jewels catches his eye and draws him toward a display box filled with delicately crafted rings of various shapes and sizes. Some are flat metal with intricate etchings around the band, some contain precious gemstones in the setting, others are plain but colorful. It’s a veritable menagerie of unique pieces, each with its own personality and price point.

With a glance toward the docks in the distance, where Erdenechimeg is undoubtedly waiting for him with patience growing thin, Makoto veers over to run the pad of his finger down a line of rings with glittering stones. Some are second-hand, with the memories of past owners clinging to the tarnish like an oily film. Here, a silver ring inlaid with a trio of small sapphires, a gift from a merchant to his fifteen year old daughter. There, a pink-hued pearl in intricate gold filigree, the prized possession of a long-time sailor. Others are new, freshly crafted blank slates of silver and gold and platinum, and flawless gems with sharply cut facets that twinkle cheerfully up at him like a bowl of hard candy.

His finger brushes over them all, over rocks warmed by midday sun, until he comes to pause and pluck a single ring from the bunch. The band is hard platinum, skillfully crafted into a wide setting for a large but simply cut opal, milky white with thousands of tiny pinpricks of color, a whole galaxy of stars in the depths of the wicked white. Makoto cradles it in his hands, pinching it between his fingers and turning it this way, then that way, watching the points of color shift and dance as the light hits it at different angles. Shit. It’s pretty.

“A gift for someone special?” A hyur woman’s voice, deep in pitch and threaded with a sing-song Thavnairian accent. The merchant stands across the table, arms folded casually in front of her chest as the breeze whips the dupatta that sits over her long brown hair.

“Maybe,” Makoto says without looking up. His canvas pants likewise whip loosely around his legs, dust and sand settling between his toes. “How much for this?”

She gives him a long, appraising look, deep brown eyes trailing over his crisp white kurta--obviously new, obviously a tourist. The gold thread in the embellishments says Makoto can afford whatever she asks. She leans forward, looking down her nose at the ring he’s chosen. “Fifteen thousand gil,” she says with nary a thought to the actual value of the piece.

Makoto is already halfway to grabbing his purse when she makes a disgusted noise in the back of her throat, reaching out to stop the path of his hand. “Eugh, are you new? Haggle with me, sweet blossom.”

A light smile cracks through the film of sweat on Makoto’s sun-kissed face. This sailing trip has weathered him, darkened his cheeks and forehead, put callouses on his hands from knotting heavy ropes. Sweet blossom? “Ah, hm.” Sweet blossom? She must be hard up. “That’s pretty steep for something I probably won’t have the balls to use for a few seasons. Maybe even a few years. I’m thinking more like eight thousand.”

“You wound me,” she croons, covering her chest with both hands. “My pride, my ego, my professionalism. Do you know how much time it takes to make a piece that special? How the stone must be lovingly tumbled and buffed until it shines like a spring rainbow?”

“No, but I get the idea you’re about to tell me.” Makoto looks up at her properly, dragging his thumb across his bottom lip. “How lovingly did you buff this?” He holds up the ring, flipping it from finger to finger and looking down at her hands, youthful but well-worn from a lifetime of crafting.

“Only with the sweetest devotion, knowing that someday some loving fool of a soul like you would stop and be enchanted by it. I buffed and buffed and buffed--” She mimics polishing something briskly in her hands, “--until my arms ached and I could scarcely pull a breath.”

His smile tugs into a grin. “Could you show me? I need to get the flavor of your craftmanship, don’t I?” Makoto steps around the table, cradling the ring in his palm like an offering.

“And get you in trouble with your beloved, even here as you haggle over her gift? I wouldn’t dream of it.” Her gaze lifts back to his face, a smile poorly hidden behind her attempt at professionalism. “Whoever she is, she must be one of a kind, just like what you hold, yes? You do know what kind of ring that is, don’t you? Twelve thousand, then.”

“I do.” He knows. Yeah, he knows what the ring is for. Makoto looks down at it again, at the brilliant pinpricks, at a whole spectrum of color sitting in his hand like a tiny, contained aurora. He imagines it sitting between thick knuckles, a creamy white gem sparkling next to the rough backside of a warm brown hand, tucked in among all the brass. A scared little flush of emotion spreads its wings in Makoto’s ribcage, tickling, delicate and barely there.

“How about ten thousand, and I let you polish it for me once, just for the memory.” He steps into her space, eyes low to glance down at her face, to measure her reaction.

Her eyes flash with warning and reluctant charm in equal measure. “Polish what?” she asks with a thick, heavy tongue.

“My ass,” comes the quick, easy answer, paired with his biggest, shit-eatingest grin. Lady, you brought this upon yourself, it seems to say.

Her laugh is a loud, harsh bark, cracking like a whip through the narrow space between them. “Oh, by the gods high and low. Ten thousand! Yes! Take it and go!” She steps back, brushing him out of the way with both hands.

“This too,” Makoto says, stepping back around to the outside of the table and grabbing a thick red ribbon made of smooth silk. He knots it several times around the band of the ring and then holds it up in the air, a flash of brilliant color, a bright and shining pendulum that swings back and forth in his hand. Fuck, is he really doing this? This is stupid. This is so dumb, but here it is, the proof of his optimistic idiocy, a secret poorly kept.

He pockets the whole mess and leaves a fat purse of gil with the woman for her trouble, for indulging him, for crafting such a beautiful ring that will, undoubtedly, scorch the inside of Makoto’s pocket for no small amount of time to come.

[soartfullydone]

May I put it in, little Kurta?

under the cut because whoops my hand slipped

*

She is a shaking, quivering mess and has been for some time. Her breaths come out in pants as she tries to re-center herself—to get some semblance of control—but that’s absurd. What about this situation is in her control?

The mattress beneath her is soft, and she rests on her side because that’s where he has positioned her after drawing her towards the brink and denying her for a third time. He has free reign to do whatever he wishes, and his whims are vast; her arms are bound behind her, locked parallel against her spine, her back forced into an arch. To the naked eye, she would look insane, as if she was doing this to herself willingly. A Nen perspective reveals something different. Pink aura is wrapped around her arms, and it isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Oh, that’s right. You can’t burn my Elastic Love away until I hurt you. How much pain will it take? he asked her so long ago, or so it seems. Maybe tonight we’ll find out together, but… You already hate my Nen so much. I think I want you to show me how much. 

She supposes she’s still in the process of doing that. She barely sees past the red in her vision, barely remembers who she is or why she agreed to do this with him, if she fully agreed to it at all. If her body is a bow pulled taut, that string snapped long ago; she unfortunately has yet to follow. She wants, more than anything, to bring her thighs together and roll her hips, knowing that if she could apply just the slightest bit of friction, she’d tip over the edge at last, and the pleasure wouldn’t be so agonizing.

Instead, he has her legs spread apart, fingers digging into one inner thigh as he licks a slow, teasing trail down the other. Her body is slick with sweat and desire, but it’s also been ravaged by his mouth as he’s traced and marked new paths along her skin. She feels him toying with her with acute precision, each nerve a slave to sensation.  

She’s pretty sure he is actually killing her, that she’s somehow reached his elusive, secretive benchmark. Her death by his hands is just taking a lot longer than she thought it would… And it’s being done by much more than his hands.

Reflexively, she struggles against his Nen and feels the immediate retaliation of his teeth scraping the inside of her leg. That sharp graze sends a violent shudder coursing through her body, and her mind screams, Finally, but she still doesn’t come. A sound of angry desperation rips from her throat, and his laugh ghosts over her skin, adding another layer of sensual torture.

“That was an amusing try, but you need much more than that, don’t you?” When she doesn’t answer, he shifts her body. Her weight falls heavy on her left arm, but the drag of his nails from her waist down to the swell of her hips distracts her. “Don’t you?”

Whether he means more pain to dispel the Nen or more pleasure to make her climax, the answer is—

“Yes,” she says, her voice higher and strained. Some might refer to it as begging. It’s all she can get out as another shudder hits; at this point, even the sound of her own aching need has consequences for her, but it still—isn’t—enough.

The bed shifts, his presence nearing. He brushes back the hair that’s fallen over her face, and there is nothing tender in the gesture. It is inspired by pure selfishness and vanity. He wants to see everything. The rapture on her face. The disgust twisting her lips. The hatred caught in her eyes. He wants to watch every minute play of emotion and reaction, knowing that he alone is the cause.

The thing about toys is you experience phases of obsession with them, and right now, he is in the eye of that particular storm, its god and its willing victim. And as both god and victim, he wants to inflict his obsession on this particular toy, wants to watch the contagion spread, and spread it has. She looks up at him now with those fascinating red eyes that abhor and distrust him, and they show how very little those reservations matter because they also say, More. She wants him, and he’s happy to give but also to take and take and take. In the end, he is chasing his own pleasure; hers is merely a byproduct. 

Hisoka. 

She remembers his name, not because her eyes find his but because of what she finds in them. Wide-eyed eagerness completely lacking in anything resembling innocence. His eyes absorb her like she’s a tapestry, and he is unraveling every thread that makes her a masterpiece, the last person who will ever take in all her perfections and imperfections before he tugs the last thread loose and destroys her. The hunger to see what becomes of her after is stark on his face, too, making his high cheekbones appear sharper against his pale skin. Her attention snags on the blue teardrop drawn on his left cheek, nearly smeared beyond recognition, and she wonders when she’d tried to ruin his canvas and destroy him in turn. 

Her mind quiets as he braces a hand by her head, strands of her dark hair still trapped between his fingers. He leans over her, his chest brushing against her sensitive breasts, and she whimpers. That’s when she feels him press against her entrance—but he goes no further. 

Instead, Hisoka smiles against her ear and asks coyly, “May I put it in, little Kurta?”

I’m going to fucking kill you, is what Melody Kurta wants to say, but her blood is boiling too hot, her arms are tingling with sleep against her back, and her entire body is shaking. The words simply will not come, but goddammit, she is going to. 

Almost blindly, she strikes, her teeth latching onto flesh—an earlobe—and playfully nip it, she does not.

Of course, he loves her attempt to nearly tug off his ear, his moan hot and loud against her. “You’re so mean, darling. I thought you’d like it if I asked you nicely, but if you insist---” 

With one, hard stroke, he’s buried completely inside her. Melody’s vision goes white, her orgasm cleaving through her as Hisoka’s pace doesn’t at all relent. She doesn’t know what she says, what she cries. She can’t even hear what sick and twisted praises he’s giving her, but it doesn’t matter. She’ll hear them, eventually, whenever she comes back down; he’s nowhere close to done.

Behind her back and unknown to both of them, the Elastic Love binding her arms starts to burn away piece by piece, like paper catching fire in spots as it’s held mockingly above a flickering candle.                              

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Traditional Designer Beautiful Plain Cotton Long Kurta | Party Wear Solid Maroon Casual Dress for Man & Boys.        

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The Best Outfit for Women on Different Occasions: Designer Kurtis

stylish kurtis have turned into the young ladies' and the lady's most loved style proclamation to seem up-to-date in a customary beguiling look. These are beautiful and popular simultaneously. They are truly agreeable and this is the justification for why they can be worn all day, every day. The best thing about dresses is that they can undoubtedly be altered and redone for various appearances. There is a new plan accessible in a few examples and styles. Since Kurtis has turned into the best option for working ladies, school-going young ladies, housewives, and social ladies, style creators are making an honest effort to concoct new assortment consistently. They are making a solid attempt to satisfy the undying longings of the ladies of cutting-edge times.

Western Wear for Ladies

Kurtis Implied for Various Occasions and Get-togethers

Ladies and young ladies who are in the post of the creator and stylish kurtis designers can purchase clothing on the web as there are countless decisions accessible in this classification. When they decide to buy kurtis online, they get more than adequate decisions beginning from indo-western to ethnic with various plans, cuts, and examples. Ladies and young ladies can continuously be somewhat savvy and get along with various assortments of kurtis for making that selective style articulation at various events. They can decide to wear creator or relaxed erupted Kurtis for school, straight lengthy kurtas for office, and anarkalis for relationships and other social events. Look bewitching at each event with the ideal decision of fashioner Kurtis.

Going with the Event

Anything your decision could be in the class of Kurtis, it should support the occasion or the event that you want to join in. It is futile to be under-dressed or over-dressed for an occasion.

Conventional Social occasions

While going to weddings and pujas, ladies and young ladies need to look ethnic. Anarkalis are the most ideal decision of architect Kurtis for such conventional events. You likewise have the choice of picking a very brightened Angrakkha Kurti alongside a churidar. Straight-cut long kuris could likewise work assuming they are matched with palazzos. This makes a young lady look slimmer and taller.

Evening Get-togethers

Floor-length outfit Kurtis is awesome for night parties where you get the choice of uncovering a bit and flaunting the cutting-edge ladies in you. Kurti in dhoti style additionally works for such social events. You additionally have the adaptability of picking Kurtis in Indo-western style. You can change your style by picking Trail-cut and C-cut Kurtis.

Office Wear

Choosing the ideal Kurti to be worn for office implies remembering hard-working attitudes. You want to pick the ideal proper clothing so you do look relaxed. Straight Kurtis which are impeccably planned turn out best for office. A-line, short style, and Kurtis are likewise extraordinary determinations for office. 

These Kurtis can be conveyed effectively and they are likewise agreeable simultaneously. They could be matched with salwars or tights advantageously. Hence, it can appropriately be expressed that there is consistently that ideal Kurtis for various events and you want to painstakingly go with your decision.

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Ideal Western Wears in Gurgaon to Look Gorgeous

Your search for the best bridal wear designers in Gurgaon ends here. Since a wedding is one of the auspicious and memorable ceremonies in anyone’s life, everyone wants to look their best. In this social media frenzy world where even the daily routine gets shared and liked by people, a wedding ceremony makes it special for all. Hence, all want to wear the ideal Indo-Western wear in Gurgoan to look gorgeous for others’ envy. Also, they want the incredible Indian wear in Gurgaon to look traditional and beautiful on their big day in the life. 

Hence check out the many Indo western wears in Gurgaon made by the best bridal wear designers to make your wedding a happy occasion to remember it down the memory lane for a long time.

Types of Indo Western wear in Gurgoan

Though the combination of Indian and Western culture started in Goa in 1510 after the Portuguese occupation, it is only from the 21st century there are many types of it available. Until then, it was only the trouser suit that was the quintessential Indo-Western ensemble. It is one of the convenient and beautiful, with a short kurta, dupatta with straight pants. Now newer designs with many features like short dupattas, slit pants and sleepless tops are available. There are many more Indo Western wear in Gurgoan available in many beautiful colors, designs, styles, among others that include.

Jeans with choli, kurta, shalwar, or adding dupatta to any western-style dress are favorites among the youth.

Men wearing jeans with kurta or long top-dress with scarves and sports shoes are the best Indo Western design in Gurgaon.

The other Indo Western wear available in Gurgaon are Kurtis of many silhouettes and styles like Anarkali, Angrikha, shirt style, tail, trail, and C- cut.

Evening gowns, Palazzo pant tunics, and others are the most preferred Indo-Western wear by most Indians.

It is essential to choose the best bridal wear designers in Gurgaon to stun everyone to make them envy to buy the best Indo-Western wear in Gurgaon.

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To Hault An Icarus

Kurapika has never been one to waste time, even at his own expense. Perhaps a phone call from a friend can change his mind?

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The night was quiet as week-old death. The only semblance of noise was the click of a computer mouse and the squeak of a desk chair. How long had it been since he had gotten up? Hours? Perhaps even days? No one would be able to tell. The layer of dust around the room stood as a symbol of time past. In most situations, dedication of this magnitude would be considered impressive, even inspiring. The young blonde with undereye bags that seemed to overflow with more than just lack of sleep continuously scanned his eyes across the lit-up screen. His eyes momentarily darted to the on-screen clock only to see a stark 4:00 AM taunting him. The sun would rise soon enough. He leaned back in the chair while running a hand through hair that upon closer inspection had seen better days. Split ends, sporadic tangles, and a light covering of grease was a telltale sign of the young man's lack of care and loss of time. Time was a curious thing for the man as there wasn’t nearly enough of it. He didn’t want to waste a minute, there weren't enough seconds in the day for him to slow down.

Slender fingers lightly grazed the dangling red earring in his left ear. It was a traditional piece, crafted from the brightest ruby one had ever seen. The young man had very little left physically of his clan as they are long since gone. Even his clothing that fitted loosely over his body were that of a more metropolitan kind. His eyes trailed to the traditional Kurta clothing hung up gently in the closet which too carried a thin layer of dust on them. The young man could only think of the inevitable dust that the remains of his clan have become. His eyes clenched shut, his nose scrunching up as well before he shook his head before returning to the screen in front of him. He had not a single second to waste. Not when his clan had their seconds snatched away from them.

Before the young man could fully fall back into the seemingly endless void that was his research, a soft vibration buzzed against his thigh. He seemingly tried to ignore the sensation only to feel the vibrations over and over again. The young man took a deep breath, seemingly centering himself before begrudgingly pulling his phone out of his pocket and leaning back in the office chair, holding the phone above him as the light poured over his soft yet cracked features. The time was 4:03 AM and he had two missed calls from a certain med student. A small and almost sad smile graced the man's chapped lips. His arms slowly moved to his sides, about to slide the phone back into his pocket before that familiar vibration shook through his hand. Once again, the persistent med student called. The blonde stared down the phone with tired eyes. Who was he to answer? Did he deserve that right? Slowly the young man's fingers maneuvered into a tight fist, clenching tightly at his left side, seeming to ground him. He brought the same hand up to the phone in the other as it shook, hovering over the accept icon on the screen. If almost taunting the young man, just as his finger hit the screen, the call was dropped. The blonde's jaw clenched and his lips pursed into a tight line. The phone screen only showed another missed call and the time in a bright white reading 4:04 AM.

A new sound was the soft thump of his phone falling to the ground as he returned to the hunched position over the laptop in front of him. The screen had grown slightly dark from the lack of use over the course of just a few minutes. The top of the screen was littered with multiple open tabs with no discernible order. Each tab contained a news article or perhaps a local auction with even the slightest link to the coveted scarlet eyes. There wasn’t much on this version of the internet, yet it would be a waste not to try. Internet cafes closed and being tracked by a Hunter’s License really wouldn’t be the smartest move for anyone, nevermind a young man chained in a web of constant underworld doings and dangerous situations. As his eyes scanned the most recent news article, he reached for a scrap paper and a pen to write down a reminder to verbally pursue one of his many leads. There were many of these scrap papers littered over the desk, the handwriting varying from neat to nearly illegible. As he hurriedly wrote down a couple of words, a jarring and frankly generic ringtone rang through the air causing him to jump in his seat as his head whipped towards the phone taunting him from the floor. He quickly swooped the phone up and to his ear, pressing the accept symbol on the way up.

“Hello?” He answered with clear aggression laced in his voice.

“Kurapika, it's Leorio. Are you okay, man?” A voice responded seemingly not acknowledging the malice in the blonde's voice. For a moment, it was silent. Was he okay? He was alive and that was enough, right?

“I am. Is this an emergency?” Kurapika responded formally as he stiffened in place involuntarily preparing for the groan that was about to come from Leorio.

“I can’t just call to check up on you? You didn’t respond to any of us last week for your birthday so I personally think it’s reasonable for us to be a little worried.” Leorio said, each word growing in volume as if he was trying to drill the words into Kurapika’s mind. At the mention of his birthday, his shoulders dropped from their tightened position. He hadn't even noticed.

“My apologies for concerning you. I am fine. If that’s all you needed..” Kurapika began, responding as he always did to these types of calls before he was cut off.

“I don’t believe you. The last time I saw you, you looked like a walking corpse for God’s sake!” Leorio exclaimed through the phone, the volume causing Kurapika to pull the phone away from his ear slightly. “When was the last time you ate or slept? I know damn well you haven’t been keeping up with yourself hygienically either. Even if I wasn’t your friend, I’m gonna be a doctor one day. It would be insane for me to let you just kill yourself like this.” Leorio scolded over the phone, each word rushing out with the knowledge that the call could be ended at any moment. A slight wave of shame washed over the blonde. How long had it been since he ate? He wasn’t sure. That previous silence held in the air again, neither one knew how to respond. It was Leorio that broke the silence. “Listen…” he began, his voice unsure. “I know you like to do things on your own but you’re gonna burn yourself out. I’m not saying you need to stop. I’m just saying you gotta take a second to breathe.” He continued with a voice laced with a subtle pleading tone. “I don’t care how many times you try to push us away. Gon, Killua, and I care about you, man.” Leorio added on with a once again hurried voice. Kurapika stood silent, his eyes almost glazed over, as he felt his free hand twitching. He pulled the phone away from his ear, his eyes quickly scanning the phone for the time. It was 4:08 AM. His eyes trailed back to the laptop screen which has once again grown to the darken energy saver mode due to the lack of use. He was wasting time.

“Your concern is appreciated but not necessary. I am perfectly fine, Leorio. I will talk to you another time. Get some sleep yourself.” Kurapika mindlessly responded before hanging up the phone and returning to his seated position, quicking jogging the laptop awake. There wasn’t a moment to waste yet he continued to clutch the phone in his hand while trying to return to the task at hand. He couldn’t let the phone fall out of his hand again, it somehow was glued to him. Even as he maneuvered from website to website, the phone did not leave his palm.

It was 4:10 AM when he felt a buzz in his hand. It took only a moment but he pulled his tired eyes away from the laptop screen to see a text message from Leorio. It was long and had typos scattered through it yet the last clearly written phrase took him back.

“I know your revenge is important to you but don’t you think that your clan would want to see you live instead of just survive? The life you’re living isn’t really living, Kurapika.”

At first read, he felt anger building up inside him. The look of betrayal quickly flashing across his face only to quickly fade upon another text coming through.

“Don’t take it the wrong way man. I’m all for finding your clans eyes and kicking that Phantom Troupe into next week but what’s the point if you’re not alive at the end of it? I don’t want another friend to die.”

The anger that came from the first text was replaced with guilt. He wouldn’t die, would he? The blonde’s hands once again clenched his fists as he remembered how Leorio lost a friend due to something preventable. Was this the same thing? He looked back at the text for what seemed like an eternity. What would he say to that? Kurapika let out a sigh as he responded.

“You don’t need to worry, Leorio. I will take better care of myself. Thank you for your constant care.”

He hesitated to respond. Was he giving his friend false hope? Did he deserve to call Leorio his friend after all the worry he put him through? These questions banged in his mind as he quickly pressed send and shut his phone off in one quick motion. Kurapika sat for a moment. He glanced at the laptop. It was 4:15 AM. Perhaps, for tonight, he could go to bed early. For Leorio’s sake, if not his own. The blonde stared longingly at the laptop and its collection of open tabs before gently closing it before ghosting into the bedroom. The bed was still made from the last time he slept in it. It had been about a week since he generally would find himself asleep in the office chair after exhaustion took control. He looked around, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror in the corner of his room. The person he saw looking back at him was tired. For the first time, he saw the unhealthy pale skin, under-eye bags, and unkempt hair. Perhaps tomorrow, he would take advantage of a day off.

As he changed from the same suit he had worn the past four days into actual sleeping clothes, he glanced at the clock. It was 4:30 AM and he could not escape the thought of wasted time as he pulled the covers up and slipped into his bed. Leorio’s text flashed into his mind. What would his parents say if they saw him like this? Was he doing the right thing? Would he even be able to sleep in this state? He gripped the comforter tightly as he tried to expel the thoughts from his mind. For just once, he shut his eyes and allowed his body to relax into the mattress, bringing the comforter around him tightly. It felt nice though the blonde doubted he deserved to feel any form of comfort. Those thoughts tried to force themselves further into his mind yet the embrace of sleep took the blonde over. No one could see but for the first time in months, the young man had a genuinely calm look plastered to his face. His quiet breathing was the only sound that could be heard in the room. This may only be a temporary stop on this Icarus-like man's journey but perhaps, if even for a moment, he could prevent his flight directly into the sun and just revel in the light.

[nehels]

THE EVOLUTION OF INDO-WESTERN CULTURE

The history of the evolution of the western culture in our traditional Indian clothing started long ago during the colonial era. With advancements in our cultural clothing and some additions to western clothing, we have found out a trendy way to style our clothing according to our fashion styles. Nehel’s emporium in Lajpat Nagar is the best ethnic wear emporium in south Delhi. For your bold and confident fashion statements, we offer the best Indian wear in a variety of products ranging from simple ethnic Kurtis, Indian ethnic suits, best ethnic sarees, exquisite bridal lehengas, best ethnic gown, etc. online.

One can style their beautiful ethnic kurtas with a pair of jeans or leggings or even a long skirt. When it comes to the quality of the raw materials and clothes, Nehel’s emporium is the best ethnic wear or Indian wear store for online shopping. 

We take pride in providing unmatched and satisfactory services to our customers. With the help of our premium quality raw materials, extravagant clothes, intricate designs, and beautiful colors, one can style their clothes in various ways. Even the sarees can now be styled with jeans and leggings with various amazing techniques. Nehel's is the best emporium in Lajpat Nagar and promises to provide the best Indian ethnic wear. Both, online and offline within your budget. Our specialty is to always provide the best quality, durable, and eye-pleasing clothes in all kinds of designs and colors and also on different clothes varying from georgette, silk, cotton, etc. There are various styles of Indowestern clothes available at our store including Anarkali Kurtis, shirt style Kurtis, trail cut ethnic Kurtis, evening gowns, palazzo suits, etc. 

With our ever-advancing and trendy culture, our clothing fashion is changing accordingly, thereby providing a great window for various new fashion styles. You can order from Nehel’s in Lajpat Nagar. It is the best online store for ethnic wear in Lajpat Nagar, South Delhi. 

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