#and killua…says ‘fuck that noise’

[d0zuki]

Omg please can we get the Aladdin au but with killua x reader and maybe illumi x reader

It was rlly good I loved it and these two are perfect where they are the princess jasmine and we are the aladdin💗💗

“True Beauty” -"United we stand, divided we fall"

⋆˚࿔ Fancy carpet from Kuro𝜗𝜚˚⋆ :: a carpet to fly away

― ʚ summary ɞ ― Killua x reader Aladdin Au

― ʚ words ɞ ― 1k+

― ʚ warning ɞ ― mention of theft

― ʚ author note ɞ ― certainly you can Killua might be the only one I write with what you ask since it takes a while, but I might do Illumi version but as Headcanons and not full as story

You are known as quite the troublemaker around Agrabah, enough that the loyal family heard about you specifically the young prince Killua, who was curious about you I mean you seem like troubles but then again you seem like a lot of fun? Is that a word he can use? He's certainly unsure especially since he has a maniac for a mother

Killua was outside playing with Mike when suddenly his father came out with some news, some that made him be quite unhappy and even mad

"Killua"

"hm? What is it father?"

"to put it simply and fast, you will be getting engaged"

"I be what?!"

"you will be getting engaged"

"do I even get to choose who? Or most importantly aren't I too young? Why won't Illumi get engaged?!"

"You get to choose among royal people as to why, it's because I want you to be an heir, and Illumi already chose quite the odd fiancé"

"so because of that I'm next what about Milluki?"

"I don't think anybody would want to date him, willingly I mean"

"...you do have a point there, but-"

"no buts Killua, you do that whether you like it or not"

Before Killua could say something Sliva left to drink some wine with his wine

"well crap"

"now what should I do, I don't want to marry some spoiled ass brat, or one who certainly can't do anything else then lay around"

୨⎯ "With you" ⎯୧

Well fuck, you certainly a lesson for future thief to never have a monkey for a companion, you currently running from a shop seller after Abu you monkey took the sellers banana, and well you currently running as fast as you can since well you certainly don't want to be arrested maybe executed

"Abu just why did you have to take that Banana?!"

"hoo hoo hah Banana"

"...yeah you took a very nice banana but why? Also it looks like it's expired"

When you said that Abu spited the banana he had in his mouth

"Well it seems like I was correct"

You eventually lost the sales man and landed on the ground luckily not breaking your feet

"There we g- ouch!"

You bumped onto someone when you looked up it was a man that was dressed in black and red, he had a snake scepter, honestly his turban did a bad job you could see his back hair and a interesting mark on his forehead

"ah I'm so sorry I didn't mean to"

"hm I recognize you, you that thief person aren't you?"

"ahh... maybe?"

"hmmm, you know what I won't tell anybody where you are if you do something for me"

"and what would that be?"

"Just follow me"

"okayyy?"

You follow the man who during the walk introduced himself as Chrollo, eventually you got yourself to what it seems to be a cave

"mind I ask what you want me to do?"

"to put it simply to someone with your knowledge"

"hey!"

"forgive me, inside of the cave there's a golden lamp, I want you to get it for me"

"alright I suppose?"

You walked inside the cave and started looking for the said lamp until you heard a noise, Chrollo was moving a lock blocking the cave

"Hey wait!"

And he blocked it

"you have to be kidding me!"

You sat down on a pile of golden coins with Abu sitting down on your shoulder patting your head, Abu eventually noticed something and started jumping hitting you head

"Ow! Abu what do you want- oh it's a lamp, wait a lamp!"

You ran towards it almost tripping on the coins and gems, you eventually got to it

"hmm I wonder what is so special about it"

you were looking at it from different angles, eventually rubbing it until pink smoke appeared and a genie appeared

"well hello there, my name is Bisky ane and I'm a genie I will grant you 3 wishes but I can't kill anyone, can't make people fall in love and can't bring anyone back from the dead."

"you have quite a loud voice"

"you little! Ehh anyway do you have a first wish?"

"uhh wait what's your name"

"My name is [Y/N] and I wish to get out of here with Abu, my monkey"

"ahh okay then, you wish is my command"

And boom you outside with Bisky floating around you

"alright got the second wish?"

"not yet, you seem to really want me to make them fast"

"yes, that's because after that I'm going on vacation"

"that sounds nice, anyway I'm going to go and continue what I used to do"

"ah is that so, don't forget the lamp"

"I won't"

You returned back home and before anything someone ran into you

"Sorry I didn't mean to"

"it's al- wait aren't you the prince"

"...am I that recognizable?"

"who else has white hair here except you and your father?!"

"you have a good point, anyway could you hide me please?"

"ah sure? Uhh come fast"

Killua followed you and slowly he started to realize, you are the thief he heard about so much, honestly you looked cuter in person, after a few minutes you both alived at your house

"this day seems to be after me"

"hm? What do you mean"

"ah nothing much, anyway what going on?"

"my parents want me to find a fiancé"

"...wait aren't you still a kid"

"Royalty stuff plus they want me to be the heir"

"ah, alright then"

"and you ran off because you don't want that?"

"Yeah I did"

"trust me you won't be able to hide here for too long"

"you think I don't know that?"

"how am I supposed to know, trust me I know barely anything outside of stealing"

"You don't!?"

"no?! Fun fact you highness, our knowledge is far lower then yours"

"Alright let's stop yelling"

"I agree"

"so what am I supposed to do?"

"go back"

"what?! You nuts?!"

"no I'm not, think about it maybe just maybe one of those people will be nice just go back and see"

"ugh, alright I guess"

"great"

After that Killua left and returned, honestly he probably already chose his fiancé sadly the said person isn't a royalty, and as to you, you absolutely regret letting him go oh I think I forgot to mention you LOVED the prince dearly

"well that's interesting"

"holy shit! You scared me"

"sorry, I'm quite curious who's that?"

"Prince Killua he's one of the royalty, and may I say he's"

"cool?"

"amazing! He got those blue eyes and adorable smile, and his white hair"

"well sorry to say one of my rules said I can't make anybody fall in love with you"

"true... Wait but there is something else"

"hm? What would it be"

"Bisky right? I wish to become royalty"

"...oh you are quite sly, but anyway you wish is my command"

And it happened you got quite fancy clothing very fit for royalty and Bisky also changed into what it seems her human clothes with clothes you would assume would be for right hand woman or man

"well let's let Agrabah know about the arrival of the princess/prince Sanad"

"yeah let's do that"

୨⎯ "With Killua"⎯୧

I was sitting on a podium with my family, according to them few royalty were going to show up and have a little parade to introduce themselves, I was getting bored until the arrival of a parade full of elephants and a song sung by a girl that looked my age, on a top was a person whp according to the girl it was princess/prince Sanad

Prince Ali Song-by Will Smith

After the parade, I could talk to one of the royalty and was surprising to few people that I chose Sanad, while talking they told me to go out into my balcony at exactly midnight

୨⎯ "Midnight"⎯୧

Just as princesses/prince Sanad said I went outside and saw them but on a flying carpet?! They held their hand out and helped me get into the carpet, and it went flying around Agrabah

A Whole New World-Song by Zayn and Zhavia Ward

After that we arrived back onto my balcony and I couldn't help but laugh, after that they looked a bit upset while thinking before dropping a bomb on me

"I'm not actually royalty nor is my name Sanad"

"Wait then who are you?"

"[Y/N] the thief"

"that's even better!"

"Huh?!"

"it's quite odd to say for royalty like me, but I liked you as a thief now I find out the person I l also started liking is the same person"

"that made no sense"

"I know now shush, now [Y/N] will you do me the honour and let me become you fiancé?"

"wait that about your parents"

"don't worry about them I'll deal with them"

And Killua did as he said he begged his parents to let you become his fiancé and they said yes, after that you had your last wish for Bisky to become a full human and it was granted but not before one little part of Chrollo being banished, why? Well during your fun with Killua he tried to encourage Killua parents to let him become a king but well that didn't work, and you finally lived happily ever after with Killua as your fiancé.

[iove33]

Killua x reader ( assassination) I’m not Proof reading so 🤞

Your pov : 🐱

“Fuck…” you say getting out of bed and walking into the bathroom of your apartment every night you put on serums and creams to make your nightly routine. “…And 100 “ you say sarcastically “ok I’m done , now I just need to brush and braid my hair and brush my teeth then I can go back into bed.

While brushing your teeth you feel uneasy as if a tsunami or a stalker was coming for you you hurry and spit out your tooth paste washing it down with water and then walk to your door it almost felt like a horror movie you check quickly and it’s unlocked you lock both locks and walk to bed laying on your king sized bed your cat hops on a starts nuzzling your arm that was left out of the little ball you rolled your self in almost like a Rollie Polly .

His pov : 🙈

My hit list was nearly complete , one left it wasn’t a big deal though some girl was pissed at her so she got a hit that couldn’t be reached back to her it was just a 21 year old girl ( killua is 23 in this ) living alone she shouldn’t be very hard to kill (or so he thought 🙈🙊) . She was on the top level so I get to the top of the roof apparently there was a sky light in her bathroom it faded her counter were I saw her brushing her teeth she couldn’t see me though after a while she got a paranoid look finished and locked her door , I could’ve slit her throat by now but I didn’t want to she was mesmerizing even in her nightly mode the way her hair looked in braids made her cheeks look brighter and her eyes look cooler. She was walking back to her bed . I didn’t want to though the girl already paid I’d get shit abt this if I didn’t kill her so I dropped through the sky light landing quickly I hid in the shower just in case because I still heard the sound of her phone .

Your pov :😜

As soon as it hit 12 you got urges to make shit like fairy mirrors and bracelets that’s how you knew it was time for bed. You set and alarm for 6 am and played some music to fall asleep.

You fell asleep .

Killua’s pov 💦

Finally the blare from her phone stopped and I heard music and soon enough I knew she was asleep . I could finally get out of the tub I open the shower curtain and step out , I walkout beside her bed “fuck it “ i stash my knife and come back out the sky light “ I’m gonna here sm abt this” I walk quickly to my own house (it’s low key a masion ) I go online and transfer the money back to the girl I’m not gonna kill her .

Your pov : 🤞

“ its 6am Alr I’m dead “ I get up and clip my hair back starting with my make up then started curling my hair and finally change into a cute outfit you work as a waitress the only uniform is a  apron and name tag other than that u can wear whatever “ ok and it’s 6:49 time to go “ I walk out the door locking the door and and grabbing my keys i walk in and go to the back to clock in and get my apron on after it’s exactly 7:13 I switch with my co worker chelsey she’s a bitch . 2 hours later I go on break even then I’m asked to do things I’m forced out a little early and I see the cutest guy immediately I rush over to serve him “hi there my name is y/n what would you like !” ( the ! Is meant 4 like customer service voice ) .

Killua’s pov : 🔥

He looks up from his phone to see you the girl he almost killed “uhh let me get a coffe , some chicken tenders , and your number ? “

He asks you , you smile at him and say right away . After a couple minutes you walk out handing him his food drink and a napkin with you number “enjoy your food call me later “she says “ will do “ I say .

I finished my food and asked for the bill she brought it out and ran my card then I left happy about my success .

Your pov : 😭

Aww he left already 😔. You finish your shift and go home finally there you flop on the bed. You had fell asleep but was awakened by the noise of ringing it was him he asked if you wanted to go to dinner * he had been debating whether or not to call her * “ yea ofc!” You answer and get ready you wore a red dress and got in you car and met him he then drove you to a fancy restaurant.

Killuas pov : ☀️

Here I am getting dinner with the girl I was supposed to kill but who could blame me she was magical . I ordered and steak w a red wine and she ordered ( get wtv u want ) and red wine as well . We finished the got dessert then I paid the bill . She held my hand as we left and gave me a quick kiss before getting in the car and I drove her to her car and she went home .

Im lazy so I might make a part two but wtv🙈

[ultraericthered]

Anime Update V3 6

Vinland Saga S2 - Ketil and his family's return to the farm was all that I could've dreaded it would be. Thorgil is rallying people up to fight and die to defend the farm from Canute's approaching forces, Leif still has not been able to meet with Thorfin, and Ketil, already not in the best of moods, completely snapped when he learned Arnheid had tried to escape the farm with her now dead ex-husband. I had to watch Ketil butalize a pregnant Arnheid in his impotent rage at her "betrayal", which as you could imagine was not pleasant, and now the unhinged yet emboldened Ketil is fully committed to killing any who dare try to take away all that belongs to him, meaning he is ready to lead all the soldiers and slaves at his farm into war against Canute! But I hope he doesn't even get to the front lines 'cause Einar had damn better fucking murder this piece of shit for what he did...

Hunter x Hunter - So I was recovering from my first ever case of Covid-19 for much of the last week and it might've effected what I thought I saw...did I really watch a fight between Leol and Morel where Leol was surfboarding on top of orange juice? I think they said it was water, but that's not what it looked like to me! The fight ends with Leol finally dead while outside Palm continues her undercover work at the creepy old perv's Don Corneo-esque setup, and Knov infiltrated the castle only to freak the fuck out and run away just from sensing the stronger Ants' sinister aura: I really think the experience drove the guy mad, and he didn't even have to fight anyone! And of course, Killua finally recovered and is back on his feet, but not alone since Ikalgo is willing to brave the world with him as his new friend, and that whole last scene and Ikalgo's thoughts really did touch me. Like, I was not going into this ready to feel things for this dynamic between a psychotic albino asassin kid and a scrawny, silly-looking Octopus Chimera Ant, it's a surprisingly wholesome development!

SHUFFLE! - Could not say much on this episode, as it was centered on Primula, easily my least favorite girl. I don't even dislike her per say, but her character is thus far very shallow and used for these painfully unfunny "lol, you're a pedo lolicon!" gags at Rin's expense, and from her set-up I am very skeptical, fearful even, that she's being set up to play the Ken Tennyson from Ben 10 Omnitrix role and essentially force Rin together with the girl she thinks needs to be his one true love. And what was even up with the plush cat business? Rin failed to get out of the claw machine the same brown plush cat that Primula already has? That one's ragged and worn out so he buys her a totally different yellow one? I wasn't following the thread.

KonoSuba - The whole episode was Kazuma and his party having to put up an actual fight against Verdia, which was both challenging but also as frequently hilarious as I'd expect. With Verdia being a headless knight, it figures that at some point his head would have to be taken and kicked around like a soccer ball: he was just asking for it! And since he's an undead fiend, Aqua gets to make the kill with her healing water spell. Kazuma and his party earn a reward, but have to use it to pay off the damages Aqua's flood caused to the town!

Symphogear XV - Following a government investigation closing things off for S.O.N.G, what's meant to be a day off leads to a bit of friction between Miku and Hibiki when Miku calls her girlfriend out on her inconsideration of Tsubasa's feelings. And then a Alca-Noise attack occurs nearby, leading to Millaarc tracking down Miku and Elfnein, having them kidnapped while also initiating the gory death of one of the traitorous government guys. In the next episode, Chris and Maria team up to fight Vanessa when she's on the move, cut short when a golden light shines from the newly reappeared Chateau du Triffages, from which a mysterious new foe seems to be emerging...

Eureka Seven - The episode "Helter Skelter" was easily the most intense one seen yet. Holland has Renton, Eureka, and the kids locked in the cooling cellar again but this time for their protection from what he knows is iminient: Ray and Charles infiltrate the Gekko, shut down the power, and go on a sniping mission. Ray manages to corner Talho just as she's retrieving the kids, and seeing Eureka with children who look to her as a mother is deeply triggering to her for some reason. Charles, meanwhile, gets his fight to the finish with Holland, who fatally shoots him during a moment of distraction. Credit to Charles, though, he goes out with one last "up your's" to Holland, shooting him in the leg before falling and breathing his last. Stupidly they let the captive Ray go look at her husband's dead body, and she triggers an explosive on it that allows her to make an escape out into the open sky. As Renton narrates that this was not the end of this ordeal, I decided to watch the next one, "Memeto Mori". From the title alone, you can guess what happens and oh God is the route to getting there unsettling as hell. Ray lost the ability to bear children years ago and Eureka is apparently to blame for why it happened. Having lost her husband and feeling she has nothing left to lose, the very depressed and completely unhinged Ray uses her Swan ship to assault the Gekko in hopes of killing everyone on board. She doesn't come even close to accomplishing that, but she does finish what Charles started and nearly kills Holland just as her ship's shot down with her getting maimed and burning to death in its explosion. And because the world hates Renton, he can't even mourn his one-time surrogate parents in peace before he's pulled into a blood donation to save the life of his abuser, who's the guy who killed them both! Damn, I knew the Beams' story wasn't going to end well but geezus, Dai Sato did not feel like pulling punches here. An utter tragedy.

Gintama - None this week.

[you-can-call-me-fangs]

Illumi Headcannons I Have I Don't Think Other People Have (NSFW Edition)

a/n: This is honestly just a glorified list of Illumi smut ideas that I'm trying to keep track of and I need to free up space in my drafts, but still facts

Contains: brief mention of cnc via hypnosis, praise kink, feminization/femboy Illumi, incest kink (I think) but not really maybe incest roleplay? (I dont know), Illumi's internalized homophobia shows up for a second

Illumi is a pillow princess and I will die believing that

How can you tell me he's NOT a pillow princess? He practiaclly has to carry the Zoldyck family on his back because Killua's away and won't do it himself all while holding a steady job and now your telling me he does all the work in bed too? Nah fam

He's not doing anything, except maybe from time to time he'll give you a blowjob or ride you but he's not doing anymore than that

He likes to be in any postion with you where he can look at you because duh, it's Illumi

When Illumi is really getting into it with you -and probably a fair bit of overstimulation- his claws will retract out

Most of the time his hands end up clutching your back and he'll accidentally scratch you really really hard, to the point where he's not just leaving red marks on you but is full on tearing your skin open most times

It's not his fault he doesn't do it on purpose it just happens in the moment

This has definitely resulted in multiple sheets and pillows getting torn apart too

Illumi will honestly do pretty well with degradation, he gets a little turned on at the thought of you taking his usually stoic and expressionless demeanor and turning him into a messy slut for you, and then you verbally pointing this out to him, he can't help but get a little flustered, but you wanna know where the real money makers at? Praise

Please praise him, like, all the time

The praise can come in any form too, you can praise him for how well and deep he's taking you inside himself, praise him for how long he can hold out from cumming after you told him not to, praise him for sucking your cock so nicely, even just calling him a good boy the whole time is high praise to Illumi

I don't think Illumi actually full on blushes either he has more of a subtle blush where only his ears and the back of his neck will turn pink, most of his face won't actually change color that much

But expect to see him blushing the most after you've praised him, I'm telling you it works like magic on him!

Illumi will sometimes just straight up start shivering typically from overstimulation

You'll not so accidentally keep thrusting perfectly into the spot that drives him crazy and the way that he will react is by shaking (and maybe a little wimpering) his body just doesn't know how else to react

Illumi is usually pretty good at keeping his moans in and even prefers to do that

It's not that he doesn't want you to hear his moans it's just that he's been taught his whole life to be silent so it feels unnatural to him to make so much noise

Luckily for you it gets really hard for Illumi to hold back his moans when he's so fucked out he barely knows what's going on around him

By the way his moans are ✨gorgeous✨ like the kind of sound you would only ever hear in heaven because they're so angelic and pretty

Not too loud but not too soft either they're just the perfect volume everytime

He even has those dragged out kind of moans- UGH it's beautiful, he's beautiful, I can't stand it!

Illumi lowkey wants to put himself under the control of his pins and give you the control to do whatever you want with him where he can't say no

I don't know if it's actually plausible for Illumi to hypnotize himself with his own nen ability, but if it is, he's on board with it

A secret sort of guilty pleasure for Illumi is when you call him your brother, whether you call him your little brother or your big brother is gonna have differing effects too

If you call him big brother Illumi gets this weird sense of pride, like he was able to provide for you in way that only he could, he was able to help fulfill your sexual wants and do it in a way that really satisfied you, it feels fucking amazing to him

A sort of 'I'm happy if you're happy' situation

Now if you call him little brother...oh boy

In Illumi's mind he's already giving you so much control over him, please do whatever you want to him and don't worry about how he feels it's all about you, you are the "older brother" after all

Even if he's taller than you he will feel so small compared to you

Illumi has a secret urge to where feminine clothing but he's been repressing the shit out of it ever since he saw the way his family treated Alluka, but whenever he's around you he feels comfortable enough to wear that type of clothing in front of you and show it off for you, but only you and no one else

The type of feminine clothes he would wear are your usual femboy outfits, skirts, dresses, maid outfits, even shoes with a heel to them, he's willing to wear it all, not only does Illumi like dressing up girly but he looks damn good while doing it

Illumi is a homophobic homosexual, there I said it, he will have full on bl sex with you, will let you top and everthing, the whole shebang, but the minute you try to hold his hand during sex, he immediately pulls his hand away and tells you how gay that is. Like, to your face asks you why would do something that gay? Sir, I am inside you right now, what sick game is this?

[yamithediaperdork]

Rewarded as a bully deserves (HunterXhunter)

Killua was in a rotten mode as he headed for the closet park in town, huffing and growling over him and Gon having a fight.

It was just so stupid! Here he was, a deadly assassin and for the 6th time this month they'd woken up in a bed drenched with pee. Lord knows Gon was trying to be kind and supportive but really, who could blame him for getting tired of waking up soaked?

Gon wanted Killua to start wearing 'protection' at night to bed, but the deadliest bed wetter alive refused to go that far, he had already comprised and let Gon put rubber sheets on the bed so hotel staffs stopped giving them a hard time hadn't he?

In any case they had taken a shower and gotten dressed, and Gon asked Killua to go for a walk by himself and think about what he had said.

'Screw that nonsense.. I'm go and cheer myself up the best way I know how!' Killua thought as he came to the playground area of the park. Nothing lifted his spirits like a little bit of harmless bullying.

Scanning the play area Killua spotted a good first target. a 5-6 year old with dark tanned skin and a black brush cut was digging away in the sandbox, making a moat around a sad looking sand castle he'd made with one hand, while licking away on a mint chocolate ice cream cone with the other.

spotting a plastic bucket with some water in it for the moat, Killua smirked and strolled over.

"Nice fort little guy." He said sarcastically, getting the boys attention and the kid gave him a smile.

"thanks! I was working on it for like ever!" The little guy said, apparently not recognizing the tone.

"Heh, Would be a shame if something happened to it though." Killua chuckled. "you did get house insurance against giants right?"

"Uhhh what?"

"well what if some big mean old giant.." Killua started, stepping into the sand box now. "Just came up..and did THIS!" Killua asked and stomped his foot down on top of the fort, snickering as the little guys eyes went wide.

"HEY! WHY'D YA DO THAT?!?" the little guy yelled, starting to stand up and with tears welling in his eyes.

"Because i'm better, stronger and therefore better then you. Little dorks have to get put in their place." Killua sneer and then grabbed the arm holding the ice cream cone and make the kid smuch it onto his hair. "Geez you little dorks are SUCH messy eaters!"

The boy squealed as the sudden cold on his head and how icky it felt.

"S-Stop this! I-I" the boy tried to make his threat clear but he was also trying not to full on bawl.

"heyyy don't worry about it, I'll help you clear up!" Killua laughed, then snatched up the bucket with the water in it and dumped it on the boys head, then tugged it down over the kids eyes.

"Hey, that's a good look for you, but it's missing something." Killua said and sneered, then turned the boy around and tugged back the kid's short then tanked up on the poor little guys briefs.

"Awww, a fan of sailor moon I see!" Killua teased and hooked the back of the briefs on the back of the bucket, then booted the kid in the ass, sending him sprawling out of the sand pit.

"Alright, I had my fun, get the fuck out of here before I decide to be mean." Killua said cheerfully.

the thought that all of this had been Killua being nice light a fire under the boy's butt, and he ran/crawled off, not even trying to remove the helmet or pick the wedgie out of his butt.

"well, I feel better already." Killua commented to himself, though he noticed a few other kids and adults glaring at him.

"Oh by all means, anyone who wants to try and punish me.. " Killua said, going from a happy goofy look to his slash smile. "Step up."

no one did.

After scaring two more little guys into give him all their ice cream money Killua was in the middle of getting a cone (Double chocolate mint just like the dork had had, it had looked good after all) when he heard a familiar voice.

"That's him Carlo! that's the bully!" cried the dork from before.

Turning around slowly Killua smirked, Carlo was clearly the dork's big brother, and while he was a little bit taller then Killua he had a slim build and the same tanned skin, though his hair was a bit longer while still being short.

"Ok mister, I'm going to give you ONE chance to say sorry to my little brother, and get him a replacement cone. If you don't.." Carlo said, crossing his eyes and glaring at Killua with a death glare.

Killua, who gave those out with ease froze for a tiny fraction of a second, and his bladder twitched, but he shook it off and took a long lick of his ice cream to show he wasn't scared, and to give him time to regain his composure.

"What? If i don't you'll do -what?-" Killua asked. "Try and fight me and end up hanging from the teeth ball pole by your undies? I mean, I'm mostly in a good mood now but if it's a ass kicking you want." Killua sneered.

Carlo rolled his eyes, then smirked.

"You know..I've been in a bit of a funk lately, and beating up bullies always makes me free better.. so thanks." He said.

Killua raised a eyebrow to thank but before he could react, Carlo was right next to him, and much like Killua had done before, taken a gripe on the arm with the ice cream cone.

On small difference though, Carlo wasn't going to make him put it in his hair and had tugged open the front of Killua's shorts and undies.

"W-Wait d-don't!" Killua shrieked, his plea fell on deaf ears though and he was somehow powerless to over come the taller boy power.

As such, a high pitch wail was heard as Killua's twig and berries got a double mint chocolate coating.

Killua's eyes crossed and a cartoonish image flashed in his mind as it felt like his private had just been transformed into two ice cubes and a Icicle, then there was sudden relief and warmth, making him stick his tongue out the side of his mouth in blessed relief.. at least until he noticed the warmth was traveling down his legs.

"heh, Carlo the bully wet himself!" The little guy pointed out, snickering and getting out his phone to take pictures.

"I can see that buddy, Aww, did the cold cold ice cream make da big bad bully go wee wee?" Carlo asked, folding his arms over his chest and baby talking to Killua.

"i..I uh.." Killua stammered, Sure, he was no stranger to soaking his pants at NIGHT while he was asleep, but this was a new one for him! "I..didn't go tinkle?" He finished lamely.

"Rightt then whats that making a puddle on the ground right now and staining your shorts." Carlo asked.

"..I don't have to answer that! In fact, I've had enough of false accusation's and I'm leaveing!" Killua huffed and turned around to do just that, but also exposed his back to his new found enemy.

Carlo, knowing that Killua had wedgie his little brother Hector, moved in and with on hand tugging Killua's shorts back the other grabbed the waist brand of Killua's Barney briefs and lifted up before the poor hunter even had a chance to fight back.

Killua's mouth opened as if he was screaming, and while dogs howled in pain no one with human ears could of heard the noise coming from his mouth, it was that high pitched.

Carlo smirked at the response and said "Awww, Barney briefs? that's just soo..fitting! But I wonder how strong they are?" then adding his other hand to the back of the waist band even as Killua looked over his shoulder and shook his head no, bringing his hands together pleading, Yanked the soon to be ex-hunter off the ground by a good 2 inches if now more and dangled him there as Killua turned pale and went blank eyed.

"Oh wow, those must be reinforced Carlo!" Hector marveled, recording this all for YouTube.

"I know, kinda a shame, if they weren't they'd of snapped by now and he'd know SOME relief." Carlo chuckled then turned him and Killua better into frame for the camera.

"hi I'm Carlo and this is a big bully who tried to pick on my little brother..Huh, never caught his name.. Hey wedgie boy, whats your name?" Carlo asked and holding Killua up with just one arm delivered a hard swat to Killua's buns, which also ended up making his shorts slide down around his ankles showing off his pee stained undies.

"A-AH! M-Mah name is Killua Zoldyck and I'm super super sowwy! Pwease stop!" Killua begged and pleaded, in a voice that sounded like he'd sucked on some helium.

"I dunno Hector, what do YOU think? Has Killua had enough?" Carlo asked, and Killua shot the boy he'd bullied a pleading look, bottom lip trembling and tears welling up.

"Hmmm you know I really think..that you should use him like a yo-yo till his undies snap. THEN I'll forgive him!" Hector giggled.

With both hands on the waist band Carlo went to work even as Killua started to blubber and cry for his mommy.

It ended up taking a record breaking 55 bounces before Killua's undies snapped, and by that time Killua had gone to la-la. with his undies snapped and ripped off off he was too out of it to notice that he was currently face down butt up with nothing covering his der rear and his bubble butt and little package showing.

"oh man.. that explains why he was in such a bad mood.." Hector giggled, having turned off the camera for now but uploading the video. (after all, even with a member as small of Killua's the mods on YouTube would of removed the video)

"man, makes me feel like I picked on a over sized toddler. feeling a little guilty." Carlo said, though in truth he wasn't really.

Killua's shorts were gone by this point as the boys who's ice cream money he had stolen had retrieved them, and after finding some of the cash and taking Killua's wallet, had tossed them in a bin meant for dog waste.

"Well, nothing we can do now, we don't have any spare pants for him." Hector pointed out.

"Well not quite..remember that weird vendor we passed on the way in?" Carlo said, digging into his pocket and pulling out some bill's.

"Heh.. you don't mean.." Hector asked.

"A yup. be a good boy and run and get widdle Killua something to wear." Carlo said, handing the money over and keeping a eye on 'sleeping beauty' while Hector ran off.

Killua was having a wonderful dream about having a endless buffet of candy and chocolates and it was so nice after what must of been a nightmare where he was tormented and bullied beyond belief.

He was slowly waking up and rolling over to sit up and rubbing his eyes. "Nggggh Heyyy Gon, you wouldn't believe the night..mare..I.." Killua started to say then opened his eyes, seeing Carlo and a semi crowd all around.

"Welcome back to the land of the living tiny!" Carlo said.

Killua huffed at that and stood up, about to tell Carlo off, he wasn't THAT much shorter when a breeze blew and he noticed how much he felt it on his on buns.

Looking down his face went crimson and Killua grabbed at his shirt and tugged it down, trying to cover up his privates.

"W-WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY UNDIES? MY SHORTS?!" Killua yelled, getting roars of laughter from the crowd.

"Well your undies were totally wreaked so we tossed them." Carlo said, nodding over to a waste bin for normal trash. "As for your shorts, there was a couple of boys you really seemed to annoy earlier and after getting back they're ice cream money with interest, they tossed them in the dogie waste bin..I doubt you'll want them back."

"but..but.. I can't go around with my ding dong on display!" Killua whined and whimpered.

"That's true. don't worry, I already thought of that shrimp." Carlo said and nodded behind Killua.

Killua turned to look and there was Hector, the brat he wished he'd never of picked on, running back with a pack of...DIAPERS!?

Killua whimpered loudly, a spurt of pee coming out and soaking the bottom of his shirt as he turned back to Carlo with pleading eyes.

"Please no! anything but diapers!" Killua whimpered. "I'm not a baby!"

"heh, Are you SURE about that?" Carlo asked, looking down and making Killua's gaze follow to the damp spot on Killua's t-shirt.

"i..but..that was because.." Killua mewed then shrieked and jumped, grabbing at his bun's as Hector came in range and walloped Killua's baby butt.

Ironically when he came down he landed in Carlo's waiting arms, like a blushing bride.

"Awww how cute, but you really think I'm gonna save you?" Carlo asked, then dropped Killua onto the hard ground and onto his tender buns.

"S-Stop being s-so mean to me!" Killua whined, on the verge of anther crying fit.

"Sheesh, I should of gotten him a paci." Hector said, handing the pack of diapers over to Carlo then tugging the shirt up and off of Killua, using it as a tear rag then tossing it out.

"Oh wow, Lookie here Killua~" Carlo said, reading the pack then holding it in front of Killua's face then read from the back. " 'New little poopers punishment diapers are perfect for your so called big kid who refuses to use the potty! extra thick to ensure they waddle, it comes with a embarrassingly babyish nursery print we promise to have your little stinker blushing bright red. with a special stink guard you and the big baby won't have to deal with their stink!' Heh wow, Oh look, they offer alt versions, that's something to keep in mind if you need more lessons."

Killua meanwhile was looking at the front of the package, showing sobbing pre teens in the bulky diapers and smirking parents.

"I-I changed my mind! I'll go home naked!" Killua whined.

"Nonsense! what kind of person would I be if I let you go without the diaper you CLEARLY need!" Carlo said, as if he was doing Killua a favor. "This is gonna go down one of two ways loser. You can either lay back and suck your thumb while I put as many of these as I can on you, or I can kick your ass, knock you senseless..then put as many of these as I can on you. Either way, you're going back to diapers. YOUR choice."

Killua pouted, started to ball a fist up.. then sighed and laid back, popping his thumb in his mouth and turning away from the crowd as laughter and taunts rang out.

"Loser!"

"Big baby!"

"Wuss!"

Carlo was a little disappointed that Killua decided not to fight back, but he had to admit seeing the wanna be bully accepting his big baby fate was kinda cute.

ripping the back open open Carlo smirked, dispute being the size of a pack that should be able to hold 16 diapers, there was only 6 of them in the pack and he pulled on of the massive things out, making sure everyone could see all the rattles and paci's and teddy bears and the like all over the diaper then unfolded it.

"Ok Shrimp, Butt up! If i have to lift you up I'm giving your buns a swat!" He said and wasn't shocked when Killua's butt almost levitated up in a instant to avoid any more punishment. "good boy!"

getting the almost pillow like diaper under the loser's butt, he gently pushed Killua's butt back down and smirked as Killua loudly sucked on his thumb, getting drool going down his chin as Carlo pulled the front up nice and snug and then taped it up.

"Welcome back to babyhood Shrimp." Hector said, leaning down and snickering, and making Carlo beam with pride.

In the end they only manged to double diaper Killua, the diapers were just too massive and they ripped a third one trying to get it on the babfied brat.

After he was all nice and snug in his diapers Carlo told Killua to try and get up and to Killua's massive shame, not only could he NOT get up on his own, but he couldn't even get close to bringing his knees together.

The fourth time he just plopped down on his butt trying to get up, Carlo rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"-sigh- Ok Shrimp, let me help you." Carlo said as if he was doing Killua a favor.

Holding out his hands Killua took them and got yanked up to his feet, legs wobbling as he tried to center his balance.

"heh, you might need a bit to get used to waddling in there. Try waddling over to that tree over there." Carlo said, pointing to a tree that would of only been 10 seconds away normally, but with this massive bulk taped around his hips it might as well been a mile away.

Still, Killua knew better then to argue at this point and took a wobbly step, then anther, and smirked, thinking he was getting the hand of it.

'I got this! I can-' He was thinking when his fourth step went wrong and with a loud yelp Killua plopped on his butt, a shocked look on his face but not hurt considering the thick padding under his butt.

"Awww, widdle baby Killua doesn't know how to walk!" Hector giggled, getting more laughter from the crowd.

"yeah, guess you better stick to crawling shrimp..you CAN at least do THAT can't you?" Carlo asked, tilting his head and smirking.

Killua huffed, he wanted to try and walk again but knew he wasn't getting any help and there just wasn't anything to help him get up to his feet with around. He toyed with getting in the crawling position and pushing himself up THAT way but had a feeling while he'd be in the middle of it Carlo would just smack his butt and send him face first into the dirt.

getting on all fours and trying to drown out the snickers and flashes of camera phones going off, Killua rolled around and got on all fours and then slowly crawled over towards the tree, glad that he had been right that he could crawl at least.

'at least i didn't have to do a diaper scoot across the ground, knowing my luck it would of ripped apart the diaper and I'd of gotten a spanking.' Killua thought with a sulk as he reached the tree.

"Well well, at least you can crawl, I was worried I was gonna have to carry you over." Carlo snickered. "Now use the true shrimp and get to your feet, and shake that diapered ass and sing us a song about what a big dumb baby you are and how happy you are to be back in diapers."

"..Your joking right?" Killua asked, jaw dropping. "There is NO WAY in hell I'm gonna d-" he started started to say but Carlo cracked the knuckles on his right fist and and light tapped his fist into his open left hand.

"You SURE about that?" Carlo asked.

"..W-what If I can't think of any lyrics because I'm a big dumb baby?" Killua squeaked out, flooding his pampers.

"I'm sure you'll think of something. It's ok if your dumb is lame though, your just a diaper baby shrimp." Carlo said.

Grunting with effort, Killua pulled himself to his feet, hands braced on the three and looked over his shoulder, the crowd was watching with delight and he trying to think of something, anything to sing.

"I...I'm big baby Killua and I'm so happy.." he started, wiggling his diaper, shutting his eyes.

"Because a big strong boy put me in a nappy!

Diapers are totally wear I belong!

so I hope all of you love my big dumb baby song!

I thought I was a bully but I'm just a dweeb

filling my diapers up with pee pee

If i ask for undies look at me like I'm a nut

then make baby poop with a punch to the gut!"

The act of singing the song and keep his eyes closed so he didn't have to see the crowd (though he could hear them laughing and cheering him on) had Killua's body getting into it and he was shaking his diaper booty like there was no tomorrow.

"Stupid babies like me we don't need to think!

we just sit in our diaper and super stink!

Watch me prove that as a baby I'm the best

I'm gonna fill my diapers with a super big mess!"

Killua's eyes shot open at that, had he really just promised that!? worse, his body was again moving on it's own accord and he was squatting down now, grunting and pushing, puffing out his cheeks.

'no no no no! why can't I stop myself! GOOOON! HELP!' Killua thought.

"Killua? whats going on?" Came Gon's voice.

Killua almost didn't believe it at first, it was just he wanted Gon to save him that he heard the voice of his boyfriend! But no, a look over his shoulder showed Gon standing there, eyebrow raised.

"G-Gon you have to s-save me! I-I-I.." Killua tried to tell Gon about what had happened, how he'd been victimized but before he could get the story out, something else came out in the back of his diaper. "I'M POOPING!" Killua cried out.

if the muffled farts hadn't of been hint enough, the back of the THICK diapers bloating out and getting even bigger would of given it away, and despite the diaper's boast of super stink guard, Killua's backed up stinky load (he hadn't gone in 5 days) was filling the area with a rotten smell, driving part of the crowd away.

Gon for his part just held his nose and then shook his head.

"Really Killua? You won't wear diapers to bed despite being a bed wetter, but you'll load them in public..Your coming with me mister man." Gon scolded and walked over.

"Um.. Should we tell him-" hector started to ask Carlo, holding his own nose.

"Nah, it's better this way. you can get out of the area of effect though, I'm gonna go say by by to baby Killua."

Walking over Gon was scolding Killua and swatting his boyfriends mushy butt as Killua whined and whimpered, sucking his thumb and still going.

"Hi, I'm Carlo...I was watching your little guy today." Carlo said, holding out a hand.

"Oh, well, thanks. I'm sure he was a handful." Gon said, giving Killua a look then shaking Carlo's hand.

"well he wasn't that bad. it was a lot of fun actually. anyways, here's the rest of the diapers Killua got and asked me to put on him, and if you even need a babysitter, give me a call." Carlo said.

"Heh, i just might, give me your number." Gon said, taking out his phone and handing it to Carlo, one hand still mushing Killua's tush.

"there we go. anyways, you two have fun! Byeeee baby Killua! you were LOTS of fun to play with." Carlo said and waved bye to the stinky big baby.

"Killua, don't be rude!" Gon scolded.

Killua whimpered, knowing there was no way he was living this down, he was gonna be in diapers for at LEAST a month..and knew it was pointless to try and tell the truth now.

Sliding his thumb out of his mouth as he finished loading his diaper, he gave a weak wave to Carlo and in a small voice said

"Bye bye."

The end

[kiame-sama]

Take my trash! I forget where I put the actual requests for this one, but I have had many from both Wattpad and Tumblr for this next installment of 28 years.

Here you have it, pregnant with Alluka!

Warning; ANGST, mentions of adult themes from 28 years, pregnancy complications, cute moments with infant Killua and Alluka, Killua is the unsung hero we never knew we needed, maternal struggles, lactating

You woke up late at night, feeling your stomach rolling in pain and that feeling of being sick rising up in your throat. You were quick to wiggle out of Silva's relaxed grip and immediately headded directly for the toilet, almost gagging as you went.

To say it was an unpleasant way to wake up would be an understatement, as if you body were rejecting everything you had ever given it. You were faintly aware of the feeling of someone holding your hair away from your face as your poor body shook with great force. Once you finally felt your stomach settle once more you pulled away, feeling a large hand gently rub your back.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know... Just felt so sick so suddenly... You don't think it could be- but I thought I wasn't able to after Killua... And it's so soon after..."

"I doubt you're pregnant again."

"... And if I am?"

"(Y/n), I refuse to lose you for any reason. You almost killed yourself being pregnant with Killua. I don't think your body can honestly handle another pregnancy so soon."

"But..."

"If you are pregnant again, your body will likely reject it or you'll lose the child early on. You know this. You're already in such a delicate state when you're pregnant, adding another one so soon after giving birth would be the worst decision."

"I... You're right. I don't think I can handle it again so soon."

Silva almost seemed pleased at your agreeing with him, grabbing mouthwash for you to get the terrible after-taste out of your mouth. He gently helped you to your feet and held you steady, making sure you were alright minus the sudden sickness.

You didn't want to admit he was right, but you knew it to be true. Your body already tries to reject any pregnancy you have and with how exhausted and beaten you feel after having Killua, you couldn't imagine going through it again immediately after. You would have to do everything you could to cancel the pregnancy early on, before you felt too attached to the life growing inside of you.

A soft whimper came from the room you had been sleeping in just moments ago, hearing the whine develop into an upset cry. All of the noise and movement must have woken Killua from his peaceful sleep. He was only a month old and you still had more time to cherish him before he would be taken away to be trained as your other sons had been.

You made sure to move quietly and gently, lifting the small boy from his crib and cuddling him securely in your arms. His whimpers quieted as you held him, slowly swaying ans humming to the small child to get him settled once more. His bright blue eyes blinked open to look at you as he stopped crying, his soft white hair ruffled slightly and just made him look cuter with his disgruntled expression.

"Shh, little one. You're okay. You look just like your father when you frown like that..."

The infant merely gave a tired grunt and cuddled back down into his swaddling, eyes closing as you carefully returned him to his cradle. Warm arms wrapped around your body and held you close to a firm chest, slightly soothing you. Silva had been surprisingly supportive of your maternal need to care for the infant and had actually started to behave like a father would towards the young child.

You let him lead you back to bed, returning to the warm blankets that seemed extra inviting at that moment. As you settled down once more, Silva's chest at your back as he held you close, you were content to drift off to sleep. That is, until you felt a hand slowly trailing down your front.

"... I swear, Silva. If you're about to try and fuck me right now with our son in the room, you're going to have a bad time."

"It's not like you don't enjoy it."

A sigh of irritation left your lips, feeling his hand slide ever so slightly lower. Enough was enough and you wanted to sleep, so you turned your head and bit down directly on his arm. There was a beat of silence before you heard the softest of laughs rumble from his chest.

"Alright, you've made your point. I'll let you rest... For now."

Releasing his arm from your jaws, you turned back to rest your head against the pillow. You didn't break skin, but you certainly left a clear mark behind on his fair skin. A small bit of pride bubbled up in your chest at your small victory over the white-haired man as you let yourself get pulled back into sleep.

~~~~~~~~

At least two months had passed since your sudden evening sickness and no other signs of pregnancy had occured. Just to be on the safe side, you and Silva both decided to use certain birth controls to ensure you would not be carrying another child. It made you sad to think about at the time, but you knew it was for the best given all that had happened up until that point.

You thought all of those different foul tasting medicines had done their job and you wrote off your absent menstrual cycle as your body still recovering from being pregnant. However, when the second month came and left without your cycle, you were becoming far more concerned. When you brought it up to Silva, he reassured you that there was no possible way you could still be pregnant with all of the different contraceptives you had taken.

Now you were almost certain you were still pregnant, seeing your stomach slightly swell once more. But that shouldn't be possible given how thorough you had been early on to stop the pregnancy. You decided you needed outside opinion on the matter and made up some small excuse about your head hurting and wanting to be checked.

Naturally, Silva didn't question and almost immediately retrieved the kind doctor to check you for anything and everything. She explored every possibility and ruled out almost any kind of illness before she got to your stomach, noting the way your body had been reacting. As a precaution- despite Silva's insistence you were not pregnant- she decided to do an ultrasound of your stomach.

Sure enough, there was a small heartbeat in your body.

"..."

"..."

"... How the hell is it still there?"

"I guess all of those contraceptives didn't actually work."

"That's not possible."

"Hm, it would seem the little one disagrees with you."

"We're getting it out of you right now."

"No you damn-well aren't."

"(Y/n)-"

"Clearly the first attempt didn't work. If something is so determined to stay alive that it refuses all efforts to remove it, it should be allowed to live."

"For fuck's sake-"

"N. O. No."

"Damn it, (y/n)-"

"I said 'no' and I meant it!"

Silva let out a highly frustrated and irritated snarl, obviously beyond irritated with the sudden turn of events. Your kind doctor sat in silence as the two of you snapped at each other, trying to go unnoticed given how angry Silva was. The raised voices brought attention to the both of you as Zeno casually strolled into the room, eyebrow raised as he looked between you and Silva.

"What are you two snapping about now?"

"I won't let him get rid of our child."

"Killua is too young to start training."

"I'm not talking about Killua."

"... What?"

Zeno looked to be honestly surprised at your words, trying to make sense of what he was saying as he took in the ultrasound machine near you. The back and forth squabble had apparently woken Killua from his afternoon nap and the sudden entrance of his grandfather made him whine. The complaint from your young son had you moving to stand, only to be stopped by Zeno who picked up the squirming child and gave him to you.

There was certainly a fair part of you that appreciated your father in law, since he tended to take your side whenever an argument came up. He had to qualms about telling his son to be quiet or saying he was being unreasonable when he became too posessive or controlling of you. Not to mention the fact that Zeno had no qualms in telling Silva off or intentionally poking fun at his son on any given day.

"It's too soon for her to go through another pregnancy, especially after carving her stomach open for that brat."

"Well, you aren't wrong. It is probably too soon. (Y/n), what do you make of all of this?"

You hummed, soothing little Killua who lay in your arms and chewed on your fingers in fascination. You knew they were right, but you also knew that you wanted to give it a chance.

"We already tried once to end this pregnancy and that clearly didn't work. Something with a will strong enough to persevere despite any and all attempts to stop it should at least be given a chance."

Zeno nodded and gave a hum of contemplation, narrowing his eyes in thought. As the elder considered everything at hand, Killua decided you weren't paying enough attention to him and let out an ear piercing squeal, holding his hands up to you demandingly. It was hard to say he wasn't absolutely adorable even if he was a demanding and bossy little thing.

"Alright. Keep the child. But, if it begins to have too much strain on your body, it will be removed. Does that sound fair to the both of you?"

You wanted to argue that it was your choice even if you wound up dying, but you knew it would backfire on you, so you simply nodded. Silva also seemed as if he wished to argue before relenting and growling out in annoyance already frustrated due to your denying of his advances with Killua's presence in the room at night. This only added even more time he was unable to take you as he wished, growing increasingly irritated by the day.

~~~~~~~~

The more your stomach swelled, the more you wanted to just cuddle up with your growing family and enjoy the quiet. Silva, though liking your affection with him, still felt frustration gnawing at his mind the longer he spent unable to indugle in his desires. There was little he wanted more than pinning you to the bed and satisfying his growing need for you. He was halfway tempted to do it regardless of the pregnancy or how you felt, but he kept himself contained, counting down the days until he could do as he wished.

There were still days that he was unable to resist holding you close and just feasting on the sweet milk you produced. It was barely enough to tide him over and keep himself from jumping you.

The words that would best describe his behavior was a tiger in a cage, anxiously pacing and growling out his frustration. You almost wondered what was in store for you as soon as you were finally without child. Some part of you hoped he would be merciful, but you also figured that would never happen, especially with how pent up he would be come the end.

The gentle heat that came from Silva helped you relax as you rest your head against his chest, Killua was napping and you almost felt like you wanted to do the same. Silva's large hands gently supported your swollen stomach and took the pressure off of your back, allowing you to cuddle close to the intimidating man. His gaze seemed distant as he stared down at your stomach, callused hands gently sliding over your soft skin.

His eyes suddenly moved from where they were resting to look at you with a raise eyebrow, making a small squeak of surprise escape your lips. A slight smirk pulled at his lips, one of his hands gently resting on the back of your neck as he pulled you into a deep kiss. A soft whimper whined from your throat as he slid his tongue in between your lips.

You pulled away from the intense kiss, panting lightly from the sudden show of affection. His blue eyes seemed almost hazed with need as you found yourself pinned beneath him on the plush couch. Your heart thundered in your chest as you pressed back against him, turning your head to the side.

"Stop, Silva!"

"I don't think you can make me."

"Stop it!"

He seemed like he was lost in whatever haze had been taking over his mind before a sudden shrill screech broke him out of his lustfilled gaze. You turned your head to look back at where the noise had originated, stunned to see Killua standing at the doorway, holding onto the door-frame. Somehow he must have gotten out of his crib and opened the door to get to where he now stood.

You were amazed that this child, this infant, was not only able to escape his crib, but was currently standing and staring at the two of you. Silva seemed to regain control of himself as he moved away, letting you get up from where you had been pinned to the couch. The moment you sat up, your little five month old walked to you as if it were the most normal thing on the planet.

Typically, infants began trying to walk at around 7-8 months old, and even then they would need something to hold onto in order to balance properly. Not this kid apparently. If there were ever a sign your little Killua was different from other children, it would be this.

As he reached your side, he held up his arms in a demanding way towards you, clearly wanting to be picked up.

He gurgled at you and started chewing on his fist, watching you closely. You were about to say something as Silva jealously wrapped an arm around you only for Killua let out another screech. You wanted to smile as Killua clearly did not like it when Silva touched you, already showing how much he favored you over his father.

You silently thanked the child, pleased that he had snapped Silva out of his aggressive and forceful behavior. At least you knew your children were on your side.

~~~~~~~~

It was a month before your due-date but Silva was already stressing. He would pace and constantly check in on you, making sure to have any and all possibilities in mind. There would be absolutely no repeat of your prior pregnancy and he was determined to not leave your side for a single moment.

He had taken to pacing around you at almost all hours other than the the ones he spent holding you in his arms. Nothing seemed to be able to soothe him and you found yourself speaking softly to him and telling him everything was alright even though you were the pregnant one.

At least you had some semi-stable company, Zeno sitting with you and watching his son pace as you absently listened to the large television and whatever was on it. You were surprisingly comfortable despite everything that had been going on. Today was the day your eight-month old was being taken away.

You were upset with how early it was and Silva himself almost tried to stop his father from coming to collect the child. Though it saddened you, you also knew that it would be hard to deal with your final month of pregnancy and take care of your eight-month old child at the same time. Besides, Zeno wanted to start training Killua earlier than the others given how quickly the child picked up walking and language comprehension.

At least Zeno decided to stay with you for a few hours instead of just taking Killua away, letting you adjust to the idea of your son leaving your side. You were thankful for the few extra moments with your son, content to sit and relax among the other family members.

A faint uncomfortable feeling hummed in your mind, making you frown and try to move around to a more comfortable position. But no matter where you moved and no matter how you tried to settle back down, that annoying feeling persisted. Unfortunately, Silva seemed hyper aware of every move you made, so when you slightly winced from the growing irritation in your body, he was by your side immediately.

"Tell me how you're feeling, you don't seem all that comfortable right now."

"I'm fine, just a bit tired..."

"Are you certain?"

"Yeah. I'm certain. Still at least a month away from my expected date, so we have-"

You cut off, feeling that small ache turn into a sharp pinch that suddenly stabbed at you, like a needle being jabbed into a water balloon. You practically felt all of the color drain from your face as you suddenly rest your hand on your stomach.

"... Silva?"

"Yes?"

"I think I need to see a doctor now."

"Wait, why-?"

"RIGHT NOW, SILVA."

The sudden urgency in your voice spurred both men into action. Zeno quickly moving from his seated position, setting Killua aside in the small play-pen before helping you to lay back against the couch. Silva was out the door seconds after the words left your lips, racing off to round up anyone and everyone you would need.

You figured he wouldn't take you with him and would just lead the doctors to you since there were so many things that could go wrong, he didn't want to risk moving you. It was still so early, so why did your water break so suddenly?

~~~~~~~~

You were exhausted and wanted little more than to sleep after a long eighteen hours of being in labor. Eventually, after the immense pain you were in, doctors decided that you would need to have a c-section to ensure both your safety and the safety of the infant. Why they didn't come to this conclusion earlier even though you had Killua in a similar way, you didn't know.

At least you were able to rest now. You partially wanted to stay awake to be able to hold your newborn, but thee fact of the matter was, the child was born prematurely. Naturally, all sorts of precautions had to be taken to ensure that your newborn would live, so you didn't argue too much. You'd rather your baby be safe even if you weren't allowed to hold them.

"Any thoughts about names?"

Your gaze slowly drifted over to the location of the voice, seeing Zeno looking up at Silva, hands behind his back. He likely thought you were already asleep, given the ordeal you had just gone through. Silva hadn't named any of your children up until that point so you wondered what he would respond with, if he responded at all.

"No idea."

"Come on, Silva, you must have at least one name in mind."

"... Alluka?"

"That's the first time you've come up with a semi-decent name."

You let out a tired chuckle, appreciating the flat tone Zeno used whenever chastising Silva. A large hand gently held your own and you tiredly turned your head to look at Silva, who gently kissed the back of your hand, all previous conversation forgotten. For a moment, you hoped things were going to be alright, and you let yourself drift to sleep with Silva's deep baritone voice as your lullaby.

~~~~~~~~

Several months had passed being allowed to croon and fuss over the infant, adoring the black-haired, blue-eyed child. It seemed as if your sweet Alluka never ran out of energy and always had a smile no matter what. Only rarely did the infant ever cry and was easy to soothe the few times it happened.

Silva wanted little to do with the newborn, but still entertained any time his darling asked questions or spoke in such a cheerful tone. At least she was alright. If anything, she seemed to be better than alright.

Silva watched as his darling angel fell asleep, her body curled on the couch around the mass of blankets where the infant slept. He was getting tired of sharing his (y/n) with the infant and frustrated with how often (y/n) pushed away his advances. He was her husband, he should have the right to all of her attention and not be forced to share her with anyone.

It was still early on, but Silva figured she had enough time with the parasite and she would get over her sorrow if he took it away.

He silently slipped his hands beneath the sleeping infant, lifting it away from the curled up woman who peacefully slept. Moving silently, Silva left the cluster of rooms with the infant in his arms.

~~~~~~~~

Slowly waking up, you moved carefully to not disturb the child in your arms, turning your head to look at the mass of blankets. Your heart made a hollow thump when you saw the empty space your baby once lay in.

In seconds, you were on your feet, searching through every room for any sign of your lost infant. How could your little one wander off without you noticing? You turned over every piece of furniture, every blanket in the rooms, searched every corner, but there was still no sign of your lost infant.

You stood in the middle of the main room, arms wrapped around yourself as you desperately sucked down breaths as your chest tightened up. You felt like you couldn't breathe and your panicked gasps became wheezing and strained, evolving into what was a continuous crying wail of pain and desperation.

You heard the door open suddenly, but it did nothing to stop or distract you from your long mournful cry. You held your arms close to your body and your voice hitched with every small breath you took, feeling as if the world were falling out from underneath you. Large hands gripped your shoulders, one coming up to grip your chin and tilt your head back, only straining your already shallow breaths.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?"

"..."

"(Y/n), tell me what is wrong."

"..."

"Damn it, say something!"

"You took Alluka, didn't you?"

"... (Y/n)-"

"You took my baby!"

Though he said nothing further, only allowing his grip on you to go slack. You knew you were right. You knew he had taken your child from you while you were resting. You felt your breathing become even more strained as you gripped your chest over your heart, feeling your body swaying and shaking. An old voice reached your ears, but it did not soothe you, nothing but the soft babbling of your child would be able to.

"Silva, what on earth-? Ah, I see she isn't too pleased about Alluka."

"He took my baby..!"

"Wait, did you not know the child was leaving today?"

"He told me nothing...! He took my Alluka while I was sleeping..!"

"Silva, you told me she was okay with you taking him!"

"He told me nothing..!"

Your shaking had not stopped, if anything it only became more intense and your breathing more unstable. It felt like your heart was desperately working to beat and keep you alive, but it felt like it was being crushed by the muscles around it. You heard Zeno say something more to Silva, but you couldn't make out the words, feeling like all of your senses were leaving you.

"..?"

"(Y/n)..?"

You don't know when your legs gave out beneath you, but in seconds you were falling, barely able to see through your own eyes. It was as if you were fading away, but you didn't know why. There was no sound beyond that of your tiny shallow breaths before those too faded away into the empty void.

~~~~~~~~

"What did I tell you about taking her children away from her!?"

Silva just glared out of the corner of his eyes at his father, not saying anything in response. For a moment, it looked like Zeno was about to say something before his attention suddenly snapped over to (y/n), who had been quietly sobbing. Silva also looked back at his wife, his eyes widening slightly when he saw just how pale she had become, as if the blood under her skin had gone still.

"(Y/n)..? (Y/n)?"

Silva softly called out to the woman, trying to rouse her from whatever it was that had made her look so lifeless. Then he realized something, she was barely breathing. Her tired eyes gazed at a far away place before her body lurched and began to fall backwards. He was quick to catch her before she hit the ground, but something was wrong.

His angel's eyes had closed and her breathing had ceased. He checked her pulse only to realize there wasn't one, her heart wasn't beating. He didn't think, he simply just acted, beginning to put pressure on her fragile rib cage. Each steady and rapid pulse of pressure made her body slightly react as he desperately worked to get her heart beating again.

He wanted to scream in frustration each time she didn't revive before an arm began pulling him back, other hands reaching out for his angel. He fought against the firm grip as more hands seemed to join the first, forcefully pulling him away from his love. He fought to break free and was snarling in rage the closer those hands got to his darling, not wanting them to touch her soft skin.

A firm pressure on the back of his neck slowed his movements before stopping them all together, his eyes still staring and hand still reaching desperately out to his darling as his vision went black.

~~~~~~~~

"Well, this is just one big cluster fuck."

Maha growled out as he looked between the unconcious family. Luckily, it didn't take long for doctors to get (y/n)'s heart beating again despite the heart-attack she had endured as a result of her infant being stolen. Silva was still in a deep unconscious state from the forceful suppression of his nen. The both of them lay on the same cot in their unaware states, as Zeno and Maha knew the uproar Silva would cause if he woke without his darling (y/n) by his side. Alluka lay in peaceful slumber in his mother's arms, swaddled carefully and securely.

Zeno was still furious with Silva for not only taking the child away too early for the second time, but for doing so without (y/n)'s knowledge. But that fury was surprisingly outweighed by the pity he felt for his son. The sheer broken and miserable cries Silva had let out were not only a foreign noise, but one Zeno had never heard from his son before. It was like everything in the world had shattered into tiny fragments, leaving behind a broken and empty shell of his son.

He would never admit it to anyone, or even bring it up around Silva, but he saw true tears of agony in his son's bright blue eyes. He had seen Silva in a frazzled state, in a despondent state, and even a mournful state, but he had never seen such a shattered spirit like what he saw in Silva. As if every passing second (y/n) did not draw breath was pulling more and more of Silva away each time.

The man he had trained to be a ruthless and cold assassin crumbled into a terrified and lost soul. So filled with pain, so filled with agony, even he would not wish it upon his worst enemy. To see his son- a strong and steady man- crumble away into a broken shell so quickly was something that would haunt him for the rest of his days.

He would say that Silva brought it upon himself with the actions he had taken, but even that would be unfair. There is little more unsettling or sad than seeing someone with such a strong will become no more than a fragile whimpering shell.

Silva was the first to stir from his unaware state, his eyes were empty and dull. He truly seemed as if all the life in him had been ripped out like the stuffing of a toy. As his gaze slowly drifted, there was a sudden revitalization of energy when he saw (y/n) laying next to him.

He immediately had his hand upon her neck, checking for the pulse he feared wouldn't be there. As if a great weight had been lifted from his chest, he let out a long sigh of relief the second he found the soft pulse. He didn't seem to realize that he had an audience, merely enraptured with the moment.

He protectively wrapped his arms around both his darling lover and his young infant, holding them close and refusing to let either go. (Y/n)'s vacant expression became a vague smile as she slowly seemed to curl into Silva's arms, holding her baby between them protectively.

Zeno would deal with his son and the clear poor decision making later, for now he let the family rest in quiet comfort together.

At least they were all still alive. That, he could work with.

[static-fanatic-1]

Hcs on if s/o was concentrating on something and the main four(separate) breathing was annoying her,so she says “can you stop breathing for five mins? I’m trying to concentrate.” Without thinking what she said, who gets offended? Who actually tries to do that but only passes out?

Gon:

• Gon would totally pass out, I mean he's smart but sometimes he a total goof. He'll take a good look at you and make sure your watching him, then take a deep breath and hold it for as long as possible.

• After a few minutes you would look at him like 'Dude the fuck? Breathe.' But he'll just hold his breath for a longer amount of time.

• After five minutes you might have finished your work so you look at him and he's still looking at you. That cute face he makes when holding his breath is still on.

• After seven to eight minutes you go ahead and leave the room to do something else, maybe him not breathing for so long made you uncomfortable or something.

• Maybe a few minutes later you walk in the room and see him laying on the couch, mouth wide with a pleased smile. You don't know what happened, but how the hell did he hold his breath for more than eight minutes???

Killua:

• Killua might pass out, only if your comment was aggressive enough to warrant him to challenge it.

• He would give you a challenging look and take a loud, deep breath.

• He'd hold it until you were done and that might take a while. At first everything will be okay, you might not even notice he's holding his breath.

• That until a head falls on your shoulder. You would question it and then remember you actually told him not to breathe. You would probably laugh and then lay him on the couch.

• Knowing him you might want to be carful when making fun of him passing out.

Kurapika:

• Kurapika, this smart scary Yandere boy. He wouldn't pass out. He would simply look at you with a bit of a pissed off expression and then hold his breath.

• Once he cant hold it anymore he'll hold you and start breathing again.

•Kurapika would straight up tell you, if you tell him again to stop making noise, "You don't get to tell me to do anything. I'll be as loud as I want."

Leorio:

• This sweet man probably wouldn't let himself pass out either.

• He would try and hold his breath and when that doesn't work he'll give you a kiss and walk away.

• Plain and simple. He doesn't want to brother you.

[ivorysoapshavings]

So…… my hyperfixation on HxH is back and stronger than ever so I wrote this

TW: Hanahaki mentions of blood and corpses alcohol and minor cursing

Kurapika finally took the time to open his phone after a few months, he opened it to find eight voicemails and over twenty missed calls. He clicked on the voicemails and played the first one that was sent almost two months after Gon, Killua, Leorio, and him first split up.

~The other night dear as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms~

“Hey, Kurapika it’s Leorio, I just wanted to check up on you; you’ve seemed pretty busy lately hope you’re not overworking yourself. Anyway things aren’t too interesting here at medical school but I do have a few big tests I need to study for,” there was a pause for a long sigh, “guess I should get to doing that huh? Well, call me back when you get the chance. It's been a while,” there was a small pause before the line went dead.

~But when I awoke dear I was mistaken so I hung my head and cried~

“Hey, Kurapika, it's Leorio, just wanted to check up with you and see how you’re doing. Oh! something hilarious happened I think would have amused you. So me Gon and Killua were eating lunch together and Gon tried to do his impression of you and Killua was taking a drink at the same time, and Killua laughed so hard water came out of his nose,” There was a small chuckle at the other end of the phone, “you know they miss you too,” silence for a couple of seconds, “welp, you know my number call me back when you get the chance,”

~You are my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are grey~

“Hey, kurapika, it’s me again. Listen I know you’re probably just busy with your job and all but I can’t help but be a little worried. You’re not injured are you? You don’t even have to call, just send a message of something, anything,” there was a sharp inhale and a light sigh, “Well bye then,”

~You’ll never know dear how much I love you please don't take my sunshine away~

“Hey Kurapika it's Gon! I just wanted to see how you’re doing. I can tell Leorio is kinda worried about you. We’re also been doing a lot of things. Nothing dangerous of course!” Gon paused to nervously chuckle, “It's been fun though I wish you could be here with us. That would make it even more fun! Leorio said he told you about Killua spewing water out of his nose that was really funny but what I bet he didn’t tell you was that he choked on his food and almost fell out of his chair too,” There was a pause and some chittering in the background, “Welp, we gotta go hopefully you’ll call us soon but call Leorio first he really wants to hear from you,” there were a few crashing noises and someone yelled Leorios name then the line went dead.

~I’ll always love you and make you happy if you will only say the same~

“ Kurapika, it’s Killua you better call us back soon or I’m gonna -,” Killua was cut off by someone. Then came a lot of muffled yelling and a loud crash. “Got it ,” Gon yelled triumphantly, clearly having wrestled the phone from Killua’s hands “Sorry about that Kurapika. Killua just misses you too he just has an awful way of expressing it” Another crash and the line going dead.

~But if you leave me and love another you’ll regret it all some day~

“Hey Pika, It’s gotten boring here again. Gon and Killua ran off to god knows where, no heads up just left. I just really hope they stay safe, they’re always getting into the most trouble,” Leorio let out a small chuckle, something about his voice sounded different more weak “I really worry for them sometimes they’re just so young yet they’ve been through so much,” he paused letting out a sigh, “Ugh, I sound like a dad. Anyway hope you’re staying safe kicking ass out there. I really hope you’re at least listening to these and not just deleting them. But stay safe don’t overwork yourself, miss you,”

~You are my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are grey~

Kurapika noticed something strange as he was going to click on the next voicemail. They were usually sent two to three weeks apart from each other but this one was sent almost a month and a half after the last one. He brushed it off thinking Leorio was just busy, until he opened it.

~You’ll never know dear how much I love you please don't take my sunshine away~

“Hey Kurapika it’s Gon again, we just met up with Leorio again and he’s --,”

“Gon! He didn’t want us to tell,” Killua yelled interrupting him

“I know but it’s gotten worse and-,”

“We can ask him again when he wakes up! But its not out place to tell,”

“I know!” Gon yelled exasperated, “but what if we tell him and it’s to late,”

“That won't happen, so give me this an-,” the voicemail cut off there

~You told me once dear you really loved me and no one else could come between~

Kurapika sat in confusion at the voicemail ‘What did they mean it was getting worse? Was there something wrong with leorio? Why didn’t he want to tell me? Is it something bad? Deadly?’  Kurapika wondered to himself as he stood up and started to pace the room with worry. He needed answers so he clicked on the next voicemail which he noticed was also almost a month apart from the last one. About a week ago.

~But not you’ve left me and love another you’ll regret it all some day you have shattered all of my dreams~

“Here, you have to tell him,” It was Killua’s voice, “Or I'm gonna tell,”

“I can’t,” It was Leorio this time but his voice sounded even more different from his last message. It was less preppy and loud and more horse and mellow, “I don’t want him to worry about me. He’s probably doing something important and it’s not like hes gonna listen to this anyway,” Killua let out an angry huff

“Fine than, Kurapika hey it’s killua you better get your ass over here because-,”

“Wait! Killua I’ll tell him just give me the phone,” there were a few shuffling noises and then Leorio started speaking again, “Hey Pika you probably won't get this but I’ve got Hanahaki and it’s you I love you,”

~you are my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are gray~

Kurapika stopped pacing and dropped his phone in shock ‘Hanahaki’ ‘it’s you’ ‘I love you’ he was trying to make sense of it all Leorio loved him Leorio had Hanahaki because of him.

“How? How! God damn it!” he yelled to no one. He grabbed his phone off the floor and ran outside. Kurapika had run a couple of blocks before it hit him, he had no idea where to go. He knew they were in the same city but where? So he stopped and dialed Killuas number. It seemed like days as he waited for someone anyone to pick up the phone he gasped out of relief when someone did answer

“Kurapika yo-,” Gon had answered the phone he sounded like he was crying

“Just tell me where you are,” and after Gon had finished telling him the address Kurapika immediately hung up and started running again.

~you‘ll never know dear how much I love you please don't take my sunshine away~

“YOU’RE TOO LATE. YOU’RE TO LATE KURAPIKA. HE’S DEAD HE JUST FUCKING DIED,” Gon shouted furious as kurapika bolted through the door of their hotel room, when he saw what was infront of him he froze in shock from the sunflower petals scattered along the floor, Leorio dead in Killua’s arms, Gon swearing at him, “THIS. ALL. COULD. HAVE. BEEN. AVOIDED. IF YOU PICKED UP. THE FUCKING PHONE. FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE,” Gon kept shouting, shoving Kurapika in between each phrase. Kurapika just let it happen because he knew it was his fault Gon was right.

“Gon stop,” Killua said monotone, now behind Gon holding him back from shoving Kurapika even more. Gon didn’t even fight him; he just turned around and crumpled into Killua’s arms. “Kurapika say something please,” Killua begged. After Kurapika stayed silent and didn’t answer, Killua got up from under Gon and stood in front of Kurapika and slapped him across the face. This snapped something inside Kurapika and he fell down to his knees and started sobbing

“I killed him… I killed him.. I killed him I killed him I killed him I killed him,” Kurapika chanted, getting louder each time he uttered the phrase. He turned and looked at Leorio on the floor lifeless, blood stains all up his front, covered in petals, “I killed him,”

~In all my dreams dear you seem to leave me when I awake my poor heart pains~

The funeral came and It was Kurapika’s turn to come up and say his final farewell to Leorio. As he stepped up to the casket he saw Leorio pale and lifeless, no amount of makeup being able to make him look alive again. He was also wearing that stupid suit he always wore but now that he was seeing it for what was probably the last time it wasn’t really stupid. His casket was also scattered with sunflower petals which stared at Kurapika mocking him for not being there when his friends needed him most, for being so selfish and such a workaholic. He stepped down from his place in front of the casket and left the building not bothering to stay for the rest of the service. He didn’t think he could face Leorio’s family or Gon and Killua after being the reason that Leorio died. So he made his way back to the hotel room.

~So when you come back and make me happy I’ll forgive you dear I’ll take all the blame~

It had been a few hours since Kurapika left the funeral which meant it had probably ended by now. All he had done was sit there and think and ask questions that could now never be answered. After a few more minutes passed the door to the Hotel room opened, and Gon and Killua walked in.

“Oh you’re here,” Killua said, slightly annoyed.

“Kill stop now is not the time to be fighting,” Gon practically whispered, his voice being hoarse from crying.

“No! You had your chance to yell at him earlier, now it's my turn,” Killua retorted, slightly raising his voice.

“Listen Killua, I know it’s my fault. I’ll just leave,” Kurapika mumbled, getting up from his position on the floor.

“No! Do you know how much pain he was in? How much blood and flower petals he coughed up? We were the ones to keep him company and comfortable.

We were the ones who had to watch him slowly die as we desperately tried to contact you. We had to make him tell you about the disease because he didn’t want to worry you in case you were doing something important. And you didn’t even show up until weeks after we told you about it. And after all that you don’t even stay for his funeral ,” Killua was flushed and slightly out of breath after yelling and Kurapika stood in front of him, eyes now a beautiful yet frightening scarlet color.

“You know what? No. I don’t know how much pain he was in nor how much blood and petals he coughed up. And I know I should have been there when he needed me, how none of this would have happened if I had picked up the stupid fucking phone sooner, and I couldn’t stand being at the funeral because how could I ever face his family knowing I’m the reason he died,”

“Guys can we please stop this,” Gon begged from the sidelines, desperately tugging on Killua's hand. Killua just shook him off and stepped closer to Kurapika.

“Yeah because you’re a fucking coward , and it’s not like being here would’ve changed anything you probably didn’t even love him back,” this is what made Kurapika snap.

“How do you know what I feel, Killua Zoldyck! How? How would you ever know how I feel when you’re just an emotionless assassin,” Killua gave a sharp inhale

“Yeah, well because of your cowardice everyone you loved is dead, Leorio, your clan -,” before Killua could finish Gon stomped his foot on the ground cracking the ground underneath them.

“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! You guys are arguing like a bunch of babies and there's no point in insulting each other, it's not gonna bring Leorio back. So just.. Stop it!” Killua just huffed angrily and toed at the ground not looking at either of the two boys in the room. Kurapika just brushed past the two boys towards the door knocking into Killua on his way.

~You are my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are grey~

After Kurapika left the hotel room he wanted to find a way to distract him to relieve him of his hurt and stress and fast. So he found the nearest bar.

“Hey kid, aren't you a little young to be in here,” The man behind the bar asked Kurapika. In response all he did was place his hunter license on the bar and said

“something strong,” The bartender grunted in response and went to mix a few things together before pouring it in a cup and sliding it to Kurapika.

“You look like shit,” The bartender told Kurapika after what was probably his fifth drink.

“Yeah? Well, I just killed someone I loved,” Kurapika managed to slur out. The bartender just raised his eyebrows in question, “Hanahaki disease. You know the one where you spit up flowers? All because I couldn’t be bothered to pick up the fucking phone.” And without another he stood up, shoved his hunters license in his pocket, slammed the rest of his drink down and walked out of the bar. Now that he had nowhere to go, no one to return to, he was bound to endlessly wander till he couldn’t wander any longer.

~you’ll never know dear how much I love you please don’t take my sunshine away~

[fl1nt-and-st33l]

Bad to Worse to Weird

I am a huge sucker for found family tropes so this AU is probably going to focus on family relationships (bc you know trama). But honestly who knows I'm constantly changing ideas which is part of the reason I don't post anything I write. Oop- anyways this au is going to loosely be based off cannon but obviously it's not hince the au part. This is inspired by @softboy-killua. So please take this un-edited mess. This is also the first time i ever written anything like this so be gentle. 

Techno grunts wrapping his cape tighter around his bloody arm. Was his base always this far away or is the loss of blood finally getting to him. The battle between his brother and his stupid government left him more hurt then he expected. Not to mention the blast from Wilbur's explosion burned the hell out of him. He doesn't care though, he got what he wanted for the time being. He sent a message to whatever is left of l’manburg while also causing a little chaos along the way.  Every war on this server can be compared to many different greek tragedies. Why can't they see this is history repeating itself. Wilbur saw how horrible the government is. Why can't Tommy? 

Techno shakes his head and sits under a tree to rest. He knows stopping is a dumb idea especially out in the open like this but FUCK this armor is so heavy. He peels off what's left of his leggings and wince at the damage to his left leg. He really needs to get home before his leg gets infected. He takes off his helmet and chest plate, putting it in his inventory. He bites his inner cheek trying not to cry out in pain when using his right arm to take off his shoulder pads. The last thing he needs right now is to alert skeletons or zombies hiding under trees. Techno uses the tree to help himself up and continues dragging himself to his base keeping a watchful eye. His vision is blurry and it’ll soon be night but he needs to get to his base. He can already hear endermen spawning in. Fuck he didn't think he’d be this hurt from the fight. Then again he didn't actually think Wilbur was going to blow up the place. Techno curses at himself saying how he should have known and that he should have been prepared. After all, being prepared is what let him survive for this long. He sees his base in the distance and smiles till he feels blood and sweat staining his clothes run down his legs. He's so close he can't let something as pitiful as blood loss kill him now. He dragged his leg behind him opening the door to his base just in time for the sun to set. 

After bandaging up his arm, leg, and stomach (he has no idea how he missed the giant wound on his side) he ate some food he had left in his inventory. He sighed laying on his bed, putting his wounded leg on his pillow. From the looks of the burn marks all over his leg, the wither blast to the arm, his side being cut open, and the vares cuts and stabs from swords and axes he wouldn't be able to do much for a few….weeks. He hisses when he sits up to check the stitches he had to do on his side….looks like it's going to be a few months instead. This is a huge dent in his plans since he can't train properly, cant farm fast, or get any resources at the rate he usually does. He already planned to grind for resources for the next few weeks, but now he can barely walk. He feels himself getting angry and takes a deep breath. This is fine. Just gives him more time to plan and work out a strategy. It's not like L’manburg is going to do anything worthwhile in the next few months. At the most, they’ll maybe have full netherite gear if they focus and Tommy doesn't start another war. Techno tries not to let himself stress over it and lays down to finally get some sleep.

In the middle of the night, there is a loud crash that causes Techno to sit up and grab his sword. He bites his good hand holding back a scream of pain. Great. This is exactly how he wanted to wake up. In pain, barely able to move, and some asshat breaking into a base that took weeks to find the perfect spot for. This is just perfect. With a sudden wave of anger and pure spite for his own body he forced himself to stand up and drag his broken body to where he heard the noise. It seemed to come from the hall where he kept the food storage room and the useless block room. He knew this place like the back of his hand and made sure everything was perfectly organized, almost to the point where there was a separate room for every possible category of item in that world.

 He quietly made his way down the stairs doing his best to hide his grunts of pain going down every step. Once he got close enough he could hear who or whatever it was was inside the useless blocks room. Techno stood next to the room gripping his sword tightly trying to listen for any clue on who it could be. After all, it could be a random zombie or possibly Wilbur coming to make a plan with him to overthrow the government. Once he heard the quiet chittering of an enderman coming from inside the room he let himself relax a bit. He still kept the same alertness but wasn't as worried as before. He felt the adrenaline leave his body as he went to open the door though once he stepped inside he froze. He never freezes; he makes sure of that but this…..this… isn't like what he's seen before. There in the middle of the room sits a scared….boy? He can't tell what it is. It has half black and half white skin running almost perfectly symmetrical from each other on its skin. It has one red and one green eye that Techno only saw for a second before it covered its eyes with its hands. It has the same particles as an enderman floating around it, and it sure as hell sounded like one but it is much too small. 

It removes its hands to look at techno before quickly looking down. Techno grips tighter on his sword till it starts to let out a sound. It began to sound like a mix of a ghast and a child crying. To this day Techno is not sure why he did this but Techno drops his sword and slowly makes his way to it. “Um….hi?” It cries louder but instead of Techno getting annoyed like he usually does in these situations he looks around for something to comfort it. “Um...shit..wait um I'm sorry kid..um let's see um...do you want some cobblestone? Endermen….things like cobblestone right?” It..er the child looks up at him still having tears run down their face. Techno fought against the pain and slowly sat down to be less intimidating. Techno carefully tossed a piece of cobble towards them. The child stares at it and slowly picks it up making gurgling sounds. The crying slowly turns into a slight whimper as the child holds the cobble feeling more comfortable. Techno slowly scoots closer till he is arm's length away. The child now much calmer than before chitters and gurgles playing with the cobblestone. They notice Techno is a lot closer now and offers the cobble back adverting any eye contact at all. Huh...so this night went from worse to weird.

[charming-2d-boys]

Adultrio with an autistic partner? :3

Hey and thank you for the request!

I personally don't know anyone who has autism and I'm basing this on things that I've read and that my mom told me about a friend's son who is autistic. If there's anything wrong/offensive or that could help educate me better for future reference and just general knowledge (good resources like online books or sites, for example), please let me know.

I've included one thing that this person's son has done that I've been told about in each character's headcanons, just so you know. Maybe it's going to help others understand autism a bit better, at least I hope so.

Also, none of them would treat you any differently because you're wonderful just the way you are and they love you all the same! It's just something that makes you you! ❤️

I hope you enjoy this! 🙇

Chrollo

so, Chrollo would actually read quite a lot about autism, because: 1. He likes reading and 2. He cares about you

he'd always speak gently and calmly to you and try to keep you close to him, especially when you're outside and if he knows that loud noises and crowds may bother you and seem like too much

Chrollo always leaves your things alone and where you put them because he's seen how upset you were when someone sat in your usual seat on the bus when you went on a date and he had to ask the person to move so you could sit down peacefully (thankfully, he didn't have to try intimidating them or anything more drastic, this time at least)

if you're ever upset about something and he wants to comfort you, he always, and I mean always asks if he can touch you or come closer to you and depending on your answer, he'll do exactly as you say to help you feel better

even if you don't want him to hug or even come close to you, Chrollo's always willing to talk to you to better understand what caused you to feel this way and help you better

he will always make time to go to therapy with you no matter what and always wants what's best for you and your well-being

will always admire your memory, especially after seeing you gather several things that he's stolen and laid out to examine them (only telling you to be careful and not hurt yourself), only to see you come back after quite a few minutes and putting them exactly where they had been

Chrollo and the Troupe always take care of you and learn on the way and with your help and explanations on how to better help you

and may God have mercy on whoever says or does anything bad to you because, simply put, they're fucked, with Chrollo always dealing the finishing blow

he always brings you presents and always looks for the best doctors, therapists and medicine if you ever need any

hell, Chrollo would probably even steal the moon for you (he'd try, at least)

Hisoka

Hisoka would be a bit weird because he's never had to confront with something like this before

but that's only in the beginning

our colourful magician will definitely read about autism and ask you about it, particularly after you got upset because someone insulted you that day and you refused to let him touch you

so he just sat somewhere farther away from you and played with his cards while talking with you in a much quieter voice than usual (that's reserved just for you) about whatever you wanted

also, he killed that person when he asked you what they looked like and you told him everything you could remember

just like Chrollo and even Illumi, he'll do his best to take care of you and your needs, whether you need something in particular or just another doctor's opinion on a new treatment

he's using Bungee Gum to keep you close by, even if you don't feel it, after you left the house one day and came back several hours later without Hisoka knowing where you were (he panicked, even more, when he saw that you left your phone on the couch)

but he literally felt like a weight was off his shoulders when he saw you unharmed, saying that you were bored since he left on some business in town

one of the few times when he hugged you and it was so quick and surprising you couldn't even complain

calmly told you that next time, call him, no matter what, because he'll answer anytime you call

Hisoka never gets angry when it comes to you, no matter how infuriating it might be for other people who are just too narrow-minded to understand that it's not your fault

it's part of you and he cares about you as a whole

also, fuck those people, he'll be right back he says as he kisses your forehead and draws out a few cards

Illumi

again, another weird one in the beginning, but it's Illumi, what did you expect?

always asks you if he ever wants to understand better what autism means and what it entails, especially in your case, because you know yourself best

will definitely look for the best doctors and therapists in the world for you

no one is allowed to say anything negative to you about your autism (or anything, for that matter), not even his family, mostly because they respect you and they know that you're strong enough because you are yourself and not only accepted that, but made Illumi fall for you too

you'll always have whatever you want and need, no matter what and no matter what the price is

always asks you how you're feeling, no matter what time of the day it is or even if you're not together at that moment and you're on the phone

since he is pretty honest and doesn't really joke around, you can rest assured that you'll always know what Illumi says without fearing that you misunderstood something

I have a feeling that you'll, at one point, meet Alluka and get along with her the best, even with the risk of Nanika coming out to play

but, surprisingly, she'll always treat you nicely and never ask for much if you ever wish for something

Illumi is slightly paranoid that something might happen to you, but you know that there's nothing to worry about

because of this, Killua will most probably also like you a lot and become your friend, which would mean you hanging out with him, Illumi and Gon, maybe even Kurapika and Leorio sometimes

may ask, also maybe prompted by Killua, subtly, to ask Leorio about advice and whatnot if he ever feels as if he needs to know more

you just need to know that you'll always have Illumi

and everyone else who managed to see what an amazing person you are and become your friends, by your side, supporting and loving you

and also that no one will ever mess with you unless they want to deal with that large amount of bloodlust

[xyliane]

AUgust 7: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS 12 YEAR OLD

PROMPT THE SEVENTH: CHILDHOOD FRIENDS wait how can you childhood friends au killugon, I asked myself, forgetting that I had a whole-ass idea in my drafts already. this one’s a proper fic, too (minus editing cuz l o l it’s an AU writing challenge, not editing challenge). T, aged-up killugon, modern day au. ft ambiguous descriptions of social media, alluka, kalluto, and leorio in killua’s corner, and zushi and spinner in gon’s, brief discussion of getting plastered and dealing with a hangover. 5000 words.

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The first sign that today is going to be an absolutely terrible day, is when Killua wakes up with a hangover.

This does not happen. Killua can count on one hand the number of times he’s gotten so drunk he’s had a hangover, and most of them are the fault of his little siblings. Little siblings who are now living together, whose couch he is currently painfully existing upon, half too hot and his toes way too cold. And the couch is too soft, an old secondhand thing he’d helped Alluka grapple up the stairs months ago after they found it outside an old dorm. He makes a notch in his very sore brain to blame the current situation on them. Kalluto might be kind enough to let a drunk big brother crash with them, but Alluka has a devious streak a mile wide.

Yeah. This is definitely their fault.

One eye slowly creaks open, surveying his surroundings through blurry vision. Nothing out of the ordinary here. He’s in the pajamas he’s left with Alluka forever ago, curled up under an old blanket he gave her for Nanika’s birthday. It’s covered in the Matrix code, all green letters on black wool. It barely covers him from chest to knees, which explains the cold toes.

Sunlight flickers through the curtains, cheerful and bright, and Killua pulls the blanket over his face. He’ll take cold toes over being blinded by his headache.

The second sign that today is going to be an absolutely terrible day, is when a noise like a chainsaw burrowing through a marshmallow erupts from his phone buzzing on the coffee table, just barely out of reach.

Killua attempts to bury himself under the blanket. He’s not dealing with work today.

And then he remembers: He doesn’t have work. Work can’t bother him today. Not just because it’s a weekend—work never respected the sanctity of weekends, no matter that he was at least partially in charge and used to have a fancy degree hanging on his wall. He doesn’t have work anymore. Killua quit.

Which, well. That explains the hangover.

He’s still blaming his siblings.

His phone buzzes loud enough to break the sound barrier, and Killua decides, fuck it. He doesn’t have anything to lose. If it’s the-place-formerly-known-as-work, he can delete everything. If it’s Mom or Father, he can definitely delete everything. And maybe it’s a friendly person, congratulating him on giving up a job that for anyone else would have been an absolute money-making dream. He’ll delete those too.

It takes a few tries to unlock his phone, and it unfortunately involves opening his eyes, squinting against the glaring light of the screen. But once he does, he frowns. Maybe he’s seeing double. Or a hundredfold. Because he should not have this many notifications.

awwww cute, i hope u 2 find each other! the top one says. It has several hundred likes. Why is it in his notifications?

Scrolling down reveals that it’s not an anomaly.

wtf man how can you find a TWELVE YEAR OLD from FIFTEEN YEARS AGO.

Me and my mom went on a cruise around there once, it was really pretty!

this is so sweet T__T maybe this is him?

And then another hundred photos of brown-skinned men with varying degrees of shirt-wearing, all black haired and most of them buff in very appealing ways and all of them beaming at Killua.

“What the fuck,” Killua croaks as he scrolls through all of the images and messages. Maybe this is a dream. A really weird, hangover-induced dream about how little of a social life he has, that his phone is possessed by someone else’s. A warning of sorts, that he should never have installed any social media on his phone ever, not even for hookups.

The reason for all the notifications lies at the top of his own page. Just a few sentences, all-caps, with an image of an old crinkled photo of two boys on a tropical beach, grinning at the camera. Killua sees himself, white curly hair flying in all directions and pale skin sunburned and ruddy with the briny wind, happier than Killua can ever remember being. Next to him, one arm slung around his shoulders and the other holding a bucket full of seashells, is a brown-skinned boy with freckles dancing across his nose and the tops of his shoulders, brown eyes wide and laughing and black hair thick and spiked from some mix of wind and seawater and natural gravity defiance.

He didn’t know he still had this photo. It had followed him from childhood all the way through grad school, a carefully guarded keepsake hidden away from the watchful eyes of his parents and Illumi, before ending up in a box or a bag at some point in the last few years. Part of Killua thought he’d lost it in the move. He barely remembers much about being twelve, about the cruise he’d been forcibly dragged on. But he remembers…

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY? yells the caption. WE WERE BEST FRIENDS FOR A WEEK WHEN I GOT DRAGGED ON A CRUISE BY MY ASSHOLE PARENTS. HE WAS 12 ON WHALE ISLAND 15 YEARS AGO. IF FOUND, DM IMMEDIATELY.

“Gon,” Killua breathes.

He gathers himself, wrapping the blanket around his head in a feeble protection against the morning, and lurches over to Alluka’s room.

He gets to bang on her door three times, confused spite winning out over his own pounding headache, before Kalluto appears out of their room, blinking blearily at Killua. “Shut up.”

Killua kicks Alluka’s door for good measure, and brandishes his phone in front of him like a weapon. “Not until you explain what the hell this is doing on the internet.”

Kalluto pales, then flushes, then pales again. “Oh. Um.”

At that, Alluka creaks her door open, guilty blue eyes far too awake for how close to noon it is. Killua kind of wants to kill her on principle alone. If he has to be hungover, so does everyone else.

“Explain,” he grinds out through his teeth.

The third and final sign that today is going to be an absolutely terrible day, is when Alluka puts on her most winning smile, the kind she uses to ward off angry customers and idiotic faux-academics on the internet. “Congratulations, Brother! I might have made you go viral.”

Killua throws his phone at her.

—————

Today’s going to be a good day, Gon decides. He’s been in the forests of East Gorteau for the better part of a month, which normally isn’t so bad. But this group has been…They’re nice enough, when Gon’s not spending half of his time explaining that, no, that species of plant does not make a good stew, and no, that species is endangered please don’t hunt them, and yes Gon is sure he doesn’t date his clients even after the hike, and no the reason the tent fell over again is because it wasn’t properly set up in the first place—

All of Aunt Mito’s complaints about tourists on Whale Island make so much more sense, now that Gon’s leading backwoods hikes.

But last night had been fun! Spinner had met the group at a pre-set campsite not far from their pickup so Gon hadn’t had to work the whole night, and he could relax with his friend over good food, more alcohol than he probably should have drunk, and not having to explain to Mrs. Yuldvin the difference between marijuana, buckeye, and poison oak again. Spinner had even taken care of the fire, although she had left him to rescue the Podomos siblings from the ruins of their tent with nothing more than a smirk and a wave. Nevertheless, Gon smiled through his headache all morning, because soon he’ll be home, and he can sleep.

Zushi is waiting in the parking lot once Gon’s done packing up the last of the gear and saying goodbye to Spinner, jeep idling while he flicks through his phone, thick eyebrows drawn together in increasing concern. He doesn’t even look up until Gon drops his pack onto the hood of the car, and he jolts so badly in surprise that he tosses his phone in the air.

“Are you okay?” Gon asks, and tries to peek at the screen.

Zushi pulls it up and away, a frantic look in his eyes. It won’t really keep Gon from seeing what’s happening, not if he wants to, but Zushi’s height is enough of a deterrent to make it hard. “You were gone way too long,” he says.

Gon leans against the hot metal of Zushi’s car. It wasn’t an unusual length for a trip, not really—this backcountry needs the length to be able to see and understand the region. Not to mention the Small Billed Swan preservation society keeping the whole place locked down except to authorized guides and trekkers. Zushi knows this. They’ve been roommates long enough that this isn’t even the longest time Gon’s been gone.

“You knew I’d be gone til today,” Gon says.

“Yeah, but…” Zushi’s eyebrows descend even further, scrunching his whole face up in worry. “You haven’t checked your phone, right?”

“No?” Even if he did have cell service, Gon never brings his own phone. He borrows Kite’s satellite phone, because it is more reliable and doesn’t need to be charged constantly.

“Okay. Well.” Zushi takes a deep breath, then another, one of Wing’s old meditation techniques. Despite his exhaustion and single-minded determination to sink into a real bed and sleep for a week, Gon feels a minor pang of worry. On breath three, he unlocks his phone and turns it towards Gon. “You’re a meme.”

On Zushi’s screen is a photo Gon can’t ever forget about. Backed by Whale Island’s sunbleached white beaches and the humid brilliant colors of summer, Gon sees himself—twelve, smiling from ear to ear, hair a mess from swimming and his shirt practically covered in sand from digging up all the seashells in his bucket. He’s got an arm around another boy, who’s caught mid-laugh so his blue eyes burn the same color as the sky, white curls even messier than Gon’s hair. They look like they’ve known each other their whole lives, like they’d still be best friends even if they haven’t seen or spoken to each other since the photo was taken.

Gon hopes Killua thinks so, too.

He cradles the phone in his hand, carefully zooming in on their faces and the errant crinkles visible through the photo. His own faded copy is in a drawer, having survived a whole trip around the world and countless apartment jumps. This one looks just as well cared for, in its own way.

“That…is you, right?” Zushi asks carefully. “Because Wing was asking, and half of Kite’s guide company is yelling about it on your social media page that you don’t even use, and now people are messaging me, and they’re saying the weirdest things, and the post is from last week, so—”

“It’s Killua,” Gon says. A smile spreads across his face, a mirror to the one he’d had when he was twelve. “That’s Killua!”

“Who?” the others ask, but Gon isn’t listening.

He spins, frantically searching his pockets for his phone. “Spinner, can you do me a favor?”

She narrows her eyes suspiciously.

Gon knew today was going to be a good day.

—————

It’s been a week, and Killua has quit all social media forever.

The steady buzz of his phone informing the apartment of his notifications is not his problem. Alluka’s the one who decided to hack into his phone and post something to his old public account, the one he mostly uses for photos of cats and complaining about terrible business precedents. He hasn’t posted much since school, and if anything, it should have simply vanished into the void of the internet.

He finds the culprit fairly quickly, and for once it’s not his sister’s moderate but dedicated video following.

“Old man, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Leorio lounges in Alluka and Kalluto’s living room, freshly out of his scrubs and looking pleased as all hell. “I just reblogged a fun post from my friend,” he says somewhat defensively. “You were a cute kid, Killua. What happened?”

Killua feels a growl creep up his throat. “You can’t just do that,” he snaps.

“It’s not my fault the people like my well-coiffed but rugged appearance and dedication to social justice in medicine.”

“You have 500,000 followers because you made a joke post two years ago, and some authorized user reblogged it five times. It has nothing to do with your ugly mug.” If Killua squints and plugs his ears, he can even see why people think Leorio’s attractive or whatever: tan skin, lean but strong as hell, actually takes care of his hair, not to mention a damn good doctor with one of the most prestigious institutions in Yorknew who spends most of his free time running health clinics in impoverished neighborhoods. That’s all swell. But then he starts talking, and Killua has no idea where the off button is.

Leorio spreads a hand out, gesturing vaguely with the glass of iced tea that he’d helped himself to out of Alluka’s stash. “It has everything to do with my ‘ugly mug,’” he says. “Which is why I used my powers for good and spread your post. Don’t you want to find him?”

“Not like this!”

“You were not going to find him at all,” Kalluto’s quiet voice pipes up from the kitchen. They have night classes tonight, but Killua has a feeling that even if they were supposed to be attending their Yorknew Uni lectures, they would still be here making Killua’s life worse. “You’ve had that picture for years, and you did not even try to look.”

Leorio gives him a judgmental look over the tops of his stupid tiny glasses. “You haven’t?”

It would be a losing game to bury his burning face in one of the throw pillows, so Killua does his best to cross his arms over his chest and glower instead. “I…tried.”

“And?”

“I don’t even know his last name!” Killua splutters. “I didn’t have his number or where he was from, other than his mom worked on the ship. And that cruiseline went bankrupt and liquidated everything before I could get out of the house, so I couldn’t even look that up.”

Kalluto crosses over from the kitchen and perches like a sweatshirt-wearing crow on the coffee table, their blue eyes carefully neutral under straight black bangs. “Alluka and Nanika would have helped. Or even Milluki, if you had explained the situation.”

“I was eighteen, okay? I just left home, and our parents were still being…shit, themselves, I guess.” He hadn’t even considered asking for help. Then again, he’d tried the moment he could, that first summer of undergrad where he didn’t have to come home and Illumi couldn’t spend half his time breathing down the back of Killua’s neck. He had a general idea of where they’d gone, maps of islands scurried away in the closet with the old photo and a bag full of seashells Gon had given him as a going-away present.

They’d been friends for a week, in the whirlwind way that only kids can be. The cruise ship was massive, and Killua’s parents were in meetings half the time and playing nice with the other rich people on board the other half. Killua had been bored witless, and Gon was everything he couldn’t have possibly imagined: encouraging Killua to go exploring, to stealing food from the kitchens, making him help clean up the decks, playing cards with the deckhands. Sneaking off the boat to visit an island without Killua’s parents while the ship was docked, scrambling over the burning hot sands and dashing through the jungle, diving into the waves fully clothed and competing to see who could find the biggest prettiest shells. Gon’d been Killua’s first friend, his first crush, his first…a lot of firsts.

Then the cruise had ended, and Killua forgot to give Gon his phone number. His address. Anything. They’d been so swept up in being friends, being best friends, it had seemed impossible that they would never see each other again.

Does Gon even remember? Why should he, when Killua hasn’t contacted him? Would they even be friends anymore?

Maybe he hadn’t searched hard enough. But part of Killua thinks he shouldn’t have tried at all.

The phone buzzes loudly, and Killua tries not to flinch.

“Hey, Killua. It’s okay.” Leorio leans forward, hands clasped over his too-long limbs and expression gentle. “If you want me to delete it, I will. Not sure I can help with the viral part of things, except maybe go through your messages and delete the gross ones, or at least find the weirdest ones for you to laugh at later.”

“Alluka and I have been doing this already,” Kalluto says, their posture a little too protective for Killua’s raw nerves at this point. “But perhaps you have some suggestions for what to do next, Dr. Paladiknight?”

Leorio smiles sympathetically. “Don’t read the comments? That said, most of your comments have been much more positive than anything I usually post. The masses seem to be genuinely rooting for you, kid.”

“I have only had to delete a dozen lewd messages for you this morning,” Kalluto adds, not mentioning the hundred or so that Alluka took care of yesterday.

Killua’s traitorous phone buzzes again, and that’s it. Time to bury himself in a pillow. Killua flops onto the couch, narrowly missing Leorio, and does his best to burrow into the cushions. “That’s just great,” he says into the fabric.

A comforting hand rubs against his hair, messing up the curls for a moment, and Killua refuses to admit that it’s nice, that he has friends like Leorio who even bother to care. “It could be worse. You could be dealing with this while still working a soul-sucking job making more money than most of us will see in our lifetimes, in exchange for giving up all of your morals.”

Killua groans loudly. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“You’re gonna need to do something, Killua! And hey, I might be able to set something up with my—”

“I already told you, no.”

“But it’s what you’re good at. And you wouldn’t be fucking people over to do it.”

“No.”

“Just listen for one—”

Killua lifts his head enough to glare as murderously as he can at Leorio. It must work at least a little, because the doctor shuts up.

Meanwhile, Kalluto is scrolling through Killua’s phone, poking at the screen occasionally. In the awkward silence, their sharp gasp is loud enough to shatter a window, and they hurriedly shove the phone in the pocket of their oversized sweatshirt.

Leorio raises an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”

Kalluto squeezes their eyes shut for a moment, then carefully places the phone on the coffee table, screen pointed innocently at the ceiling. “You will want to look at this one, Brother.”

“This isn’t another erotic sandcastle is it?” he says.

Kalluto shakes their head, and Killua’s stomach lurches up his throat. Alluka has been the one excited about this whole thing. But Kalluto, as reserved as they are, is a massive romantic. The whole thing might be Alluka’s fault, but Killua knows it’s Kalluto who almost lets themselves believe it’ll work. Despite all of the false positives, the people who send messages that don’t sound right or photos that have the wrong smile.

Killua doesn’t want to hope. It can’t possibly be Gon. But his hands shake nonetheless as he unlocks his phone and finds a new message in his DMs.

It’s not from Gon.

Instead, someone with the icon of a small-billed white swan in a soft small-billed hat and a handle of @flymypretties has sent a photo of a brown-skinned man with spiky black hair absolutely covered in dirt and grime. He’s waving at the camera, a backpacking bag propped against his shoulder and the widest smile Killua has ever seen beaming straight through the screen and into his chest. Next to him and half out of frame, a tall tanned man with massive black eyebrows and a tank top showing off an impressive amount of muscle has his head in his hands. Killua feels a sharp stab of sympathy, somewhere buried beneath the racing of his heart.

look im sorry about this but this idiot can’t find his phone and we r kind of in the middle of nowhere so reception’s shit. he wants to know if you admit he found the biggest seashell on the beach, whatever that means.

For a long, long moment—seconds? minutes maybe?—Killua can do nothing but stare at the screen of his phone. Leorio and Kalluto both look at him with a mix of curiosity and worry, Kalluto starting to slowly reach for the phone.

In a completely childish protective moment, Killua grabs it against his chest, like the image will vanish if he doesn’t keep it close.

“Is it…?” Leorio asks.

Killua swallows heavily, trying to think around the roaring of the ocean in his ears. “I think so,” he says faintly.

Kalluto’s eyes widen, and they spin on their heels towards their room. “I’m calling Alluka!”

—————

“Has he responded?”

“No!”

“…what about now?”

Spinner throws her hands in the air so violently that her hat falls off. “For god’s sake, Gon, it’s been an hour, you don’t even have your phone, and you still need to go home.”

Gon huffs and pouts. They’re still in the parking lot over an hour after the rest of the trekking group has left, and all the exhaustion that had settled into Gon’s body from the tour has been turned into a jittery energy that keeps trying to leak out from under his skin. He wants to go home immediately and dig out his copy of the photo, rub out the old fingerprints he and Aunt Mito have left on it over the years. He wants to find his phone and message Killua directly. He wants to wait right here until Killua responds, no matter how long it takes.

He knows it’s childish, to be this selfish. Spinner has work to do, work that she already put on hold to help with the last day of the tour. Kite probably will want to know what’s happening, or at least why his lead guide and his chief guide organizer have been stuck in a parking lot. And Gon can practically feel Zushi’s obsessive scrolling through social media, frantically trying to navigate Gon’s feeds without actually having access.

Gon needs to find his phone.

“Spinner, what if—”

It’s not that Spinner’s a large woman. Out of the three people standing in the parking lot, Zushi’s far and away the strongest, even if he is about as threatening as a large, muscular teddy bear. And Gon has only packed on weight and muscle over his years of backpacking around the wilderness, no matter that he’s not super tall. But Spinner goes for longer, harder treks on her own than anyone but Kite, and she packs in her own climbing gear on top of that, so when she tosses Gon into the back of Zushi’s jeep, he flies.

“Zushi,” she says in a low exhausted snarl, and he jumps right off the hood of his car. Gon probably would have felt bad for him, if everything wasn’t spinning. “If you do not take your roommate home, I am not responsible for the consequences.”

“What if you hear back?” Gon groans around the aches in his side.

Spinner rolls her eyes, and Gon knows she’s just tired. “I’ll let you know.”

“But what if my phone’s gone? What will I do if someone stole it, or if I can’t—”

“I’ll call you go home already,” she says, and slams the door shut on his face.

For a long moment, the only sound is Spinner storming away, boots thudding heavily in the dirt until her car door slams.

The jeep shifts slightly as Zushi quietly lowers himself into the driver’s seat and puts the key into the ignition. Gon wants to tell him to follow Spinner, so she can yell out the window as soon as Killua gets back to her. But Zushi looks about ready to bolt. So Gon slumps back in the seat, the rumble of tires crunching through gravel making his already jittery nerves shake.

A small voice that sounds a lot like Kite tells Gon that it’s better to wait, that it will be easier to have a conversation and determine if this really is Killua after a rest and a shower.

Gon doesn’t want that, though. He wants…

It’s been a long time since he was on Whale Island. Longer still since he saw Killua. That doesn’t mean he stopped thinking about either of them, during the quiet moments out under the stars. They’re part of him, like his lungs are part of him—essential and irreplaceable, buried so far inside that removing them would change him irrevocably.

What is Killua like now? Is Gon just as important to him as he is to Gon? He has to be. Right?

They make it home without saying anything else. Gon floats in and out between bone-deep weariness and electric sparks of nervous joy, and Zushi flinches every time Gon jolts himself from one to the other.

“Hey, are you…I mean, maybe not okay, but.”

Gon lifts his chin up sharply at the sound of his roommate’s voice, and notices the familiar apartment complex in front of him. Oh, they’re home. “I’m good,” he says, and grins.

“Sure,” Zushi says like he doesn’t believe Gon.

A dubious silence stretches out between them as they gather the rest of the gear, dropping it in a heap on the sidewalk. “You were kids, though,” Zushi finally says.

Gon shrugs and slams the door shut hard enough to make the vehicle rattle. “I didn’t forget. So I don’t think Killua would, either.”

Zushi’s eyebrows wrinkle on each other, like they can’t decide whether to go up or down and settle on some combination of the two. “What if he did?”

“He didn’t,” Gon says, more sure of that than anything else in his life.

Zushi’s eyebrows dance again, but he doesn’t say anything else.

Between Gon’s camping gear and Zushi’s leftover practice pads, it takes longer than Gon’s excitement can take to get everything settled enough to look for his phone. Well, Gon would have liked to look for his phone, but Zushi makes a pointed look at the shower. There are only so many places the phone could be in the whole apartment, after all.

Gon’s just drying off when Zushi knocks on the door. “I found it, but it’s dead,” he says, voice muffled.

“Then charge it!” Gon shouts. After a moment, he adds, quieter and less snappishly, “Please?”

A faint laugh echoes through the apartment.

By the time Gon can make himself a very early dinner of whatever he could grab out of the cabinets without thinking, the phone is charged enough to turn on. Sure enough, there are a wide variety of messages, mostly from Kite’s groupchat asking about the viral post. A few are from former hikers, people who Gon liked enough to share contact info, offering to see if they can get in touch. There are even a few—okay, how did they get ahold of his old social media page? It’s practically defunct, since Gon’s never had a phone capable of more than the most basic apps. And those are…

It’s flattering in a way, but Gon’s not really into that. Or them.

Zushi catches sight of the grimace, and takes one look over Gon’s shoulder before turning beet red.

By the time he’s gone through and deleted the vast majority of what had been filling up his phone, there’s still no message from Spinner, and nothing at all from Killua. Gon sighs and lies his head down on the table with a heavy thunk.

The other chair scrapes heavily along the tiles as Zushi sits, a mug of coffee in his hands. “What will you do? When he messages you, I mean.”

When, not if, an unexpected certainty coming from Zushi. Gon has the best friends in the world. “Talk to him,” Gon says. “It’s only been fifteen years, right? We promised we’d be friends forever.”

“A lot changes in fifteen years,” Zushi says.

“Not that.”

“Then why didn’t you look for him?”

Gon frowns. It had taken a long, long time, but Aunt Mito managed to track down the cruise captain the last time they were in port, tracing through old charters until the right names came up. But when she’d called them up, she’d been met with stonewall after stonewall, pleasant-sounding voices insisting in no uncertain terms that she would never speak with a member of Killua’s family, let alone let her son speak to his friend. By the time Gon was old enough to look himself, he found nothing but a mansion full of people whose eyes matched Killua’s in everything except for his warmth, who refused to even acknowledge Gon’s presence except to throw him out.

That had been years ago. It’s not that Gon stopped looking. Not exactly.

“I did, but I—” Gon starts to say, but his phone buzzes violently against the table, and they both jump out of their chairs.

“Is it—?” Zushi asks, breath in his throat.

It’s a message from Spinner. you owe me big time, kid, she says, followed by a phone number.

Gon rips his phone off the cable, a wide smile spreading across his face. “It is,” he says, and dials Killua.

—————

bzz bzz—

bzz bzz—

bzz b—

“H-hello?”

“Killua! Hi!”

“…Gon? Is that—It’s really…?”

“Killua, it’s you, I thought I’d never—”

“I did find the biggest seashell, and you know it.”

A breath, sharp and astonished. “The blue and white one, with green lines.”

“I found it, and I gave it to you.”

“I still have it.”

A snort of amusement, slightly damp. “I know. You promised you’d keep it.”

“I did. And I promised—”

“That we’d be friends forever.”

A laugh, delighted and teary at the same time. “I knew you remembered.”

“I did promise you that I would.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

(AUgust prompts)

[emperorthyme]

end call

[ ao3 ]

Leorio couldn’t sleep.

This wasn’t abnormal. He often had trouble sleeping, but he had hoped—at least on the night of his birthday—that whatever higher power he’d pissed off would give him this much.

The sheets felt like sandpaper, so he kicked them off. His pillow was lumpy, so he tossed it to the ground. The mattress was hot and itchy against his skin, so he sat up, buried his face in his hands, and yelled.

He had thought, maybe, today would be it.

But the clock said 2:41 a.m., and it was the day after his twenty-fourth birthday, and it hadn’t come.

He had seen Gon and Killua today, which was nice. They came for a visit, along with Mito and Alluka. Leorio was so glad to see them he could have cried. As far as birthdays went, it had been one of his best.

Isn’t this enough? came the gentle, reasonable thought, originating in the shrinking fraction of his brain that still cared about being reasonable.

Leorio was aware of how dysfunctional his desires were. He knew, and he hated himself, and he pitied himself. He also distracted himself with school, and work, and the occasional bad date, and the slightly-more-than-occasional evening of drunken wallowing.

Leorio shook his head in his hands. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough, and that was his own problem.

He would have asked Gon or Killua if either of them had heard from…anyone. But that would have been dismally transparent, and there was no reason for Leorio to burden them with his wretchedness. They were such good kids. They had seen enough already.

He looked at the clock again. 2:58.

“Fuck,” he said.

He was sad, and he was exhausted, and he felt guilty about being so sad and exhausted. His joy at seeing his friends had been genuine, but that on its own couldn’t reach the nasty little wound in him.

Leorio knew what that feeling was called, but he couldn’t let himself even think the word. He wanted to call it despair—but that wasn’t right. Someday, perhaps, he would be smart enough to despair.

But not today. Not yet.

Leorio’s phone rang.

He snatched it off the nightstand like it burned him, smashing the “answer” button before glancing at the caller ID.

“Leorio!”

He deflated.

“Zepile. Hi.”

“Happy birthday, man! Sorry I called so late. Auction ran into the wee hours, you know?”

“It’s fine. I wasn’t asleep.”

“Oh?”

Leorio winced at the bald innuendo in Zepile’s tone.

“You’re not interrupting anything, if that’s what you’re gettin’ at.”

“Shame. A man should celebrate on his birthday.”

“I’d settle for some fucking sleep.”

“Still with the insomnia, huh?”

Leorio didn’t want to talk about this. Not even with Zepile, who had been a good friend to him when he hadn’t been one in return. Who had witnessed every agonizing stage of his heartbreak and still tried to lift his spirits. Talking to him made Leorio feel even worse, because if he wanted to holler or cry, Zepile would listen. Another person who was unreasonably kind to him. Another friend he didn’t deserve.

“Hey, I’m, uh…”

Leorio cast around for a quick lie.

“I think I’m comin’ down with something.” He coughed twice, unconvincingly.

“Damn! That’s bad timing.”

“Yeah,” Leorio agreed, feigning a yawn.

“Well…” Zepile held his breath, like he was about to ask something. Then he thought better of it.

“Hope you feel better, man. Get some rest and fight it off.”

Leorio exhaled, his limbs heavy with relief.

“Hey, thanks for calling,” he mumbled.

“See ya.”

Leorio tapped the “end call” button, rolled back onto the bare mattress, and tried to sleep.

Hardly two minutes passed before the phone rang again. Leorio didn’t even open his eyes when he answered it.

“What, did you forget to say: ‘good night sweetie, I love you’?” he said acidly.

There was absolute silence on the other end of the line. Leorio’s throat went dry.

“…Zepile?”

“No. But now I have questions.”

Leorio sat up so fast his head spun.

“Kurapika.”

He hated how throaty and desperate his voice sounded. It was goddamn embarrassing.

“I apologize for calling so late.”

Kurapika cleared his throat, which he only did when he was hesitant. This was still true about him. Leorio knew this.

“No, no. It’s fine.”

He felt like a madman. He thought he could taste the air on the other side of the phone. He could see the shape of Kurapika’s mouth.

“I suppose I missed it after all.”

The world was still rearranging itself, so Leorio said:

“Missed what?”

Then, a second later:

“Oh! Oh, it wasn’t—um—”

He was fucking up everything. He was going to fuck up everything, and Kurapika was going to end the call.

So Leorio did what he always did when he was panicking, and told the truth.

“Yeah,” he blurted out. “You missed it.”

Kurapika made a soft sound, so close to a laugh that Leorio’s chest squeezed painfully tight. That noise was a fist around his heart, because it didn’t sound happy at all.

“I should have let you sleep.”

“I wasn’t asleep.”

“Oh.”

Kurapika did not ask for clarification, because, Leorio thought, he wouldn’t care anyway. What business of it was his who Leorio took to bed?

“How are you doing?” Leorio asked, forcing a light tone.

“Let’s not do this.”

Leorio’s brain flipped the switch from elation to concern. It occurred to him, belatedly, that Kurapika might not be sober.

“Do what?” he asked, guardedly.

“Waste time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb, Leorio. I know it comes naturally, but it isn’t a good look for you.”

Kurapika was definitely not sober. He was either drunk or dying. And it pissed Leorio off.

“What the hell are you calling for, then?” he demanded.

The silence lasted for so long Leorio began to think Kurapika had hung up or fallen asleep. His head felt numb.

“I’m not sure.”

Leorio snorted bitterly.

“Yeah. That tracks.”

“I shouldn’t have called.”

It was humiliating how such a statement could reduce Leorio to frantic desperation. He gripped his phone, white-knuckled, as though that alone could keep Kurapika talking.

“Wait,” he rasped. “Hold on.”

He hung there for a few seconds, waiting for a click. It didn’t come.

“I saw the kids today.”

“How are they?”

“They’re fine…good. Great, even.”

A burst of static. Kurapika’s small huff of amusement.

“Your descriptive capabilities. It’s like I was there.”

“Shut up.”

“Gon is well?”

Leorio’s eyes stung. God dammit. God fucking dammit.

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Kurapika—”

“Wait.”

Leorio dug his knuckles into his eyes, savagely. He waited, cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Is it fun?”

“Huh?”

“Your day with them. Your life now. Do you enjoy it?”

Leorio knew he was crying, and he knew Kurapika knew.

“Why did you call?” he asked plaintively. “Why now? Where are you?”

“Leorio.”

“Why should I tell you anything? What’s the point? You’re not here. You don’t communicate. You could die and no one would tell me. Every day like this. No, I don’t enjoy it, Kurapika. I don’t fucking enjoy it.”

Leorio bit his tongue, horrified and furious at the both of them. It was always like this. Why was it always like this.

“You would know if I died,” Kurapika said quietly. “I’ve secured that.”

“Great,” he spat. “Fucking…super cool. Wonderful. Happy fucking birthday to me.”

“Please.”

Kurapika sounded small, scared. He sounded his own age, which, Leorio remembered suddenly, was very, very young. They both were.

“I’m trying.”

“I know. That’s what sucks.”

Kurapika inhaled, deep, and a little shuddery. Almost like it hurt.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Liar.

“Liar.”

“I’m in no immediate danger.”

“Guess that’s all I can ask for.”

Kurapika didn’t respond. Their conversation felt over. Leorio wished he could end it.

“I need to go.”

“Yeah.”

“Get some sleep.”

“You too.”

He could say all of it before Kurapika hung up. He could give voice to the thing inside him, which wasn’t despair but tasted like it. Leorio opened his mouth. He would do it. This might be the only time he could.

“Happy birthday, Leorio.”

The line clicked dead.

Leorio curled down onto the mattress. The clock read 3:11. He clung to the phone: wrapped himself around it like it was his heart.

[irregardlessly-tish]

Boy, oh boy I had another weird ass dream but this time it was HxH related and not snk. It was me watching supposedly new episodes of the anime that weren't following the manga and let me tell you, they were SO fucking bad that I constantly had this feeling of "no, this isn't real. They wouldnt do this shit. This hs to be a dream like theres no way?????” And would try to wake myself up because it felt way too real but also what I was watching wouldn’t be true. I would actually check my surroundings, my room and house but it felt so fucking real, everything was in place, my family was there doing their every day shit, the only weird ass surrealist shit was this new hxh ova so at some point I gave up and was like WELL I GUESS THIS SHIT IS HAPPENING until I couldn't handle how bad it was and tried to wake myself up again, this time I tried to write something but i couldnt actually write anything readable so that finally made me realize I was dreaming and that shit was so fucking relieving. You don’t get it, I was so fucking disappointed thinking that they actually did that shit to HxH... and now I’ll tell you what I saw

This new ovas started innocently enough with Killua and Alluka who had apparetly already explored a good part of the world and Killua decided that there was one place that was pretty special to him that he wanted his sister to see: Greed Island. For some reason Gon was suddenly there with them in their journey, they didn’t explain when or how he joined but I assumed it wasn’t important, it was just a time-skip and that detail didn’t matter (even tho I think that Gon reuniting with his best friend is a very important point we all would like to see). The plot got weirder when they just went there like on a plane? As if Greed Island were a physical place everyone could just go to and not a pretty exclusive game with hard access. That really annoyed me, the fact that they didn’t mention it being a game and that the only way they got to play it was by being hired by a rich man who had hired a lot of people just to have them win, like it wasn’t as if they had just gone there all willy-nilly, you know? Anyway, it just gets so much worse. Once they are in “Greed Island” Alluka just isn’t there anymore and no one fucking mentions it, which was infurating because the point was to show her that place. Killua and Gon are just there talking like “remember that one time we did all that stuff and then met Bisky blah blah” until a lady with extremely pronounced bosoms shows up and insists that she has to be with them (also her outfit didn’t leave a lot to the imagination so seeing this kind of fanservice in HxH pissed me off even more, it didn’t feel like HxH at all), Killua was like begone, thot and just wanted to run away from this creepy lady but she told them that every player (because suddenly it was a game again) had to be accompanied by one of them (there were multiple thots), she was like a guide for players and must be around them all the fucking time while making cute and provocative poses and noises and other fanservice shit. They tried to explained that they didn’t need (nor want) that because that’s not their first time there, they don’t need a guide but she couldn’t help that, it was just an update to the game and it wasn’t like she could decide what to do. They tried just to ignore her from that point on. They started to explore a forest and came across the 99′s versions of themselves which really fucked me up and of course them as well. At first, Gon and Killua thought this was some sort of trap, as if they were in a forest of illusions, you know? The guide lady didn’t explain shit. Somehow they came to the conclusion that their timelines had crossed or it was as if 2011 versions had gone to the past where the oldest versions of themselves were playing the game of the first time even though this version of the game had updates and shit they didn’t experience at that time. They argued a bit but this encounter didn’t matter a whole lot because then out of nowhere a fucking clown with light blue hair appeared and started being all creepy about Gon, it was 99s Hisoka in his first season look. Apparently this Gon could fully use nen again because Hisoka was babbling about how much powerful he was compared to the other Gon, which made the past counterparts a bit mad while Killua was like “well, if we’re you in the future of course we’re going to be stronger! Baka!” and started bikering with the other Killua while his Gon’s being harrassed. Then the “future” Hisoka showed up (aka 2011 version) who complained about how ugly the other Hisoka was and also expressed how he wasn’t pleased about him stalking his Gon when he had his own Gon and that it wasn’t his fault if that one wasn’t ripped yet. Killua got pretty mad hearing Hisoka say that Gon was his and tried to make the Hisokas fight hoping they’d kill each other or at least one would die which would be good enough ‘cause, hey! One Hisoka less is better than two Hisokas. But 2011 Hisoka explained that as much as he wanted to fight himself he couldn’t hurt the other Hisoka. It wasn’t clear if he meant that he physically couldn’t for some reason or if he was implying that 99s Hisoka was him in the past and that killing him would create a paradox, there a lot of weird fucking things left unexplained and I was pretty fucking pissed. Then Leorio appeared out of nowhere and he’s riding a motherfucking mammoth for no fucking reason and no one even asks what the fuck that is about. Why does he have a mammoth? Is it even real? Is it supposed to be part of the game? Is it actually just a nen beast? Why aren’t you studying, buddy? I don’t know, I don’t fucking know and nothing makes sense. Now comes a weird (yeah) bit in which the horny lady that was supposed to provide guidance kind of asks Leorio to feel her up to guess if she’s female or male and he refuses because that gave him Hunter Exam flashbacks which apparently are bad for him even though that time he touched the hot prisoner he was over the moon? But here it looks like the Hunter Exam flashbacks are giving him a bad case of ptsd which makes him leave all sad. Illumi also was there at one point but no one interacted with him, he was just being creepy in the background, starting at Killua but it seemed that no one even noticed him.

[lady-dimitrescus-loving-wife]

Hisollumi || I’m Your No One and You’re My Fuck Up

Warning: This story will include younger character x older character, rape, murder, child abuse, mental abuse, attempted murder, underage sex, and etc.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

📖🍋🕸

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Florescence lights of aqua, violet, turquoise, crimson and many others shivered and spun around the pub casting color in various areas of darkness nonstop. Giggles and chuckles ran through the building, music bumping and bodies humping against each other.

Hisoka had been in the bathroom, cheeks red and shirt in between his teeth, wrinkled and a bit wet due to his saliva staining the fabric. The room had been empty of course unless someone came in to puke, do drugs, or fuck which wasn’t likely considering it was happening out on the dance floor. His pants was rolled down his wide thighs baggy and wrinkled presenting smooth pale skin shining under the dimly lit bathroom lights. Shaking a bit as he played with himself.

His hands were gentle at first, careful to not hurt himself with those claws he called nails. A shaky grunt left his struggling mouth as his pointer and middle fingers flexed and rubbed over his labia minora causing sensations so sweet that he he could almost taste it. Thighs jumping when the nail of his thumb scraped just right against his clitoris hood. He moaned sharply, the fabric in his mouth threatened to slip for a second as he resorted to laying his head on the hood of the toilet. Hair sticking to his head due to sweat but mainly still gelled up as his golden orbs slowly slid shut, his mind wandering.

Long pitch black locks that for some reason reminded him of gunpowder, a strong but lean body that was both feminine and masculine, and those unusually wide obsidian eyes that could literally see into a human beings soul. Such beauty. Such beauty indeed.

Hisoka felt his breath hitch as he pushed in a finger, vagina stretching a little giving off a warm feeling as it surrounded the digit. The skillful digits slid into the warm wet cavern as he arched on the toilet seat, muscles in his stomach tensing as he gasped, legs coming up and spreading wider for him to go deeper, and that strong back moving like a cat in heat. Shit, if it wasn’t for his determination and long nails he wouldn’t have grazed over his cervix letting out a heated cry that floated around the stalls flooding his ears.

He sounded so much like a woman.

His cheeks burned red, nipples erect and sensitive being exposed to the cool air of the room but also twitching under the slight heat that the magician had been blowing through his nose.

Illumi.

He thought of those eyes that hated him deep down.. how much the assassin despised him... how bad that Zoldyck wanted him dead. Not like any of them didn’t... He wanted to get closer to the Zoldyck. He wanted the other so fucking bad. Wanted them to be together. However he was Hisoka Morow. A damaged creature who many didn’t even consider human anymore. Even though Illumi had a downside Hisoka was judged, criticized, hated. Who could love him? No one.. that’s who.

He curled his fingers, his walls stretching even more while his nails dug into his soft squishy insides tapping his g-spot briefly before he cried out. A sweet sound despite who he was. His voice raising and octave and sounding to much like a pleasured woman. Shirt slipping from his clean white teeth as his hips jutted repeatedly, over and over again as he cummed. A milky cream spurting out, slipping through his strained fingers before he pulled them out slowly.

The cream falling onto the dirty stall floor beneath him as he basically scraped it out. He went limp for a second, lowering his legs; heels clicking against the hard dirty floor as his hands went to his sides. Head tilted back to let out puffs of air, he felt breathless as though he had been choked this whole time and only just now was let free. Oxygen filling his lungs once more as he came back down to earth.

He slowly tilted his head back up, head rolling a bit as though it suddenly weighed a hundred pounds. He stood, legs a bit shaky but not too back as he placed a hand on the wall, still wet and slimy but drying as well. He gave a light chuckle before dipping down to pull on the roll of toilet tissue wiping himself up from between his thighs getting rid of the residue. He tossed it in the toilet, which had still been a bit warm due to him sitting there for a while before he pulled up his underwear, which were a bright pink with lacy bottoms that looked absolutely beautiful against his skin tone.

He twisted around, groaning lightly as his muscles popped, flushing the toilet before pulling up his pants dusting them off. He opened the metal door and glanced down at the floor the held his orgasm but gave a simple shrug before walking over to the sink, heels clicking making a distinct noise considering it was much quieter in here. He approached the mirror looking over his body.

Slim waist, wide hips, and a gorgeous face. Now that’s not only a woman killer but a man’s as well. Not many people admitted it, none really, but had to give the magician props. He was attractive, in his own weird and disturbing way.

He gave a sigh and almost rubbed his fingers over his temples but remembered what he had just done. With a bit of a disgusted scoff he flipped on the water. He stared down at his hands, golden hues watching the pale skin get wet under the icy cold water without being bothered.

He should have known a place like this wouldn’t have any soap... or warm water. He perked a little thinking of how it was surprising for the stall to have toilet paper. It didn’t matter now though. He pulled his hands away going for paper towels only to notice there were none. His eyes narrowed and honestly for a second he felt like punching a hole through the wall..

With a shake of his head he sighed before remembering why he was at this place in the first idea. Illumi. They had decided to go out and talk about a plan concerning Gon and Killua.

“Hm.” He said quite simply as he walked over to the squeaky wooden door before pushing it open and stepping out immediately greeted with the colorful and loud room. He quickly found his way back over to the eldest Zoldyck who had been sitting alone, cherry vodka in hand as he placed his head on the other. A slight aura coming from him making Hisoka shiver just a little as he approached.

He climbed on to his stool sitting down, legs spread and hands in his lap as he went to say something playful only to get cut off by the wide eyed man.

“You were gone for a while you know. Were you taking a shit?” The assassin question tilting his head to look at the other, before moving the hand that held his head to his hair brushing the long thick strands behind his ear. Hisoka felt his eyes follow the movement but simply shook his head. He and Illumi were just coworkers... that wasn’t enough for him to tell him what he had done. Much less to tell him what he didn’t or did have in his pants.

“No, I would never do that in a place like this.” He spoke, voice smooth as freshly made chocolate before a chuckle rumbled in his chest. Now this time Illumi seemed mocked surprised as he looked at the golden eyed man before looking at his drink before gulping it down.

“Oh really? Well you couldn’t have been having sex. No one wants to fuck you.” He spoke quite bluntly like he always did. Never giving a second thought about someone else’s feelings except his own and Killua’s..

Hisoka felt a frown show up on his lips at the thought before he looked down at his glass of white wine. He laced his fingers around the stem of the glass before waving it around causing the liquid inside to rotate like a mini hurricane. Yeah he was bothered by the words but honestly couldn’t help but be jealous of the white haired boy. He had Gon, he had Illumi. Friends and family something he had to grow up without.

He nearly flinched as a memory from his past tried to slip into his mind before he fought it up. He learned to build a mental wall around those days. He didn’t want to talk about his childhood because well... he didn’t get to have one. Jack black eyes were now staring at him and had been for a while due to the silence between them.

“Clown-“

“I was simply checking people out to see if any had noticed us. Nothing much.” He spoke quickly noticing his silence. He looked away and Illumi nodded before glancing back over to the bartender calling him over wanting another drink.

“Even if they did they��d be too weak to fight.” He spoke not caring that Hisoka didn’t seem interested or focused in their conversations like he usually was. Illumi couldn’t say he didn’t like it though. He loved when Hisoka didn’t speak. It was almost like heaven on earth. What was even better was when he wasn’t around at all. He hated the constant flirts, stares, and touches. He hated it a lot.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he was a strong opponent he wouldn’t talk to him at all. To say the least, Illumi saw Hisoka as a toy and nothing but a toy.

“Refill.” The Zoldyck spoke in a strong tone that made the man quickly do as told before leaving to tend to another person. Hisoka wanted to leave, he was upset and annoyed now and being surrounded by this many people wasn’t a good idea. He stood catching the other’s attention who turned his head to him.

“Where are you going? I didn’t think we were finished talking.” Illumi inquired as he looked up at the man who didn’t look at him until a second later, he formed a charming smile before speaking stepping from the seat.

“Back to my motel room.” He stated and Illumi blinked, which could be extremely rare at times, before standing as well making Hisoka’s heartbeat speed up a little.

“Ah, then I’ll be going too. No need to stay if we’re done. We’ll talk tomorrow.” The man stated before gulping down the drink and sitting the glass down. Then he started walking not sparing Hisoka a second glance or waiting for him to leave so they could go together. No, he was just gone. Leaving the older man as though he was trash and as much as the pink haired man hated to admit it, he really did feel that way. He sighed and gulped down his wine before turning to leave stopping in his tracks as the bartender called out to him.

Curious he turned and the green haired man had offered him a rather large glass. For some reason he looked familiar but Hisoka didn’t ask as he held out his hand taking the glass with great care, careful to not drop it. He lifted a neat brow and the man gave a toothy grin and maybe it was the fact the Hisoka was already a little tipsy but he felt like this was a little off.

“It’s on the house.” The working man smiled. Hisoka looked at him before shrugging.

Careless.

He brought the rim of the glass to his mouth and chugged it, the lids of his eyes twitched at the unique flavor as he finished it off.

Mistakes.

He licked the inside of his mouth tasting the residue that had been left behind. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked up, his vision a bit shaky and he blinked a couple times. For every person he saw there were now two, along with the lights, chairs and tables. He usually didn’t get drunk but they had been there for a couple hours. It’s been a very long time since he’s felt this affected but that only meant he needed to get back sooner.

He’d hate to pass out in front of a bunch of people who clearly wanted him dead. With that thought he turned somehow managing not to tip over in his shiny crimson heels as he walked out the door. The cold winds surprised him a little, not like he wasn’t used to such weather now that he’s grown up and has had to live with it for years. His skin felt icy as he looked around, the moon had been out, shining in the sky along with a couple lampposts.

The loose strands of hair swaying with the breeze as he walked along the pavement. Not too many people had been out just some drunks who were way more wasted then he had felt like he was. He didn’t pay them any mind as they gave him some harsh predatory looks as he continued to walk.

Once he reached the motel room he dug around in his pockets locating the golden but rusty key. He leaned against the wall for support, was the aftermath getting stronger? He didn’t know, nor did he care at the moment as he pressed the key into the keyhole and twisted it hearing the loud click saying it had opened.

He twisted the doorknob and went it closing the door back with a bit of a slam as he walked over to his bed. The carpet floor had lines in it due to him dragging his heels flopping on the bed. He ended up staring at nothing, a couple things on his mind before darkness started to fill his vision.

That brat Killua.

Sweet innocent Gon.

Loveless and emotionless Illumi.

His fucked up past.

Him as a child.

[lesbiangiratina]

HxH episode 11

Aw man this is that one scene right. Yeah. Idk if crunchyroll decided to use the slur or if if was some other translator and they just kept it in but either way its fucked up. This whole scene is just really uncomfortable.

Back to leorio being reigen.

Yeah he lost to tie the score up good job leorio. Normally id say you did your best but that scene sucked so whatever.

The “eenh” noise leorio makes during the eyecatch things is. I dont know what it is actually. Its just something.

Time for killua vs the last prisoner, seems like its gonna be a death match.

Yeah no i think hes good

Yeah i agree buddy

Your threats mean nothing to this small child

Uh

Not to say this every time but like

Killua what the FUCK did you do

WHAT

HOW POLITE. WHAT A SWEET BOY.

I LOVE YOU WHY ARE YOU SO SCARY

GOD ITS SO FUNNY TO ME THAT GON IS COMPLETELY UNFAZED BY THIS LIKE YEAH THATS MY BUDDY!!!

YOU SURE DID!!!!!!

I REALLY. ENJOY THAT HIS EYES DO THAT SOMETIMES. IM WEAK TO SOME SPECIFIC TROPES AND THAT IS CERTAINLY ONE OF THEM.

On the bright side of the first part of the episode being bad i can use nearly the entire 10 image limit on mobile to talk about killua and nobody else. Sorry in advance if this is something that continues to happen.

[linhzard]

ging’s taped message (unleaked footage, 100% canon)

ging: oh yeah, one more thing.

on this tape, i’ve recorded the voice of your mother. it’s the only thing we have left of her.

if you want to hear her, keep the tape running.

gon: yeah bet why not

ging: ok im bout to play it. gon behold your mother

tape player: ........krksk jxkxsj kriijjkk

killua: what the fuck

gon: dude you hear that?

killua: yeah i hear it but what the literal hell is that noise

gon: well if u went outside like me, you’d know that’s the sound of r o c k s. but why would ging play rock noises and say it’s my mother

killua: *softly* omg... because it IS your mother...

gon: *trembling* killua what?

killua: gon fuck this is mpreg