#hunter x hunter AU

[shent-shent]

Did you really think I forgot about the bullfight au I announced a few months ago? How could you. Illumi's concepts are here!!!

If you haven't seen hisoka's outfits I made for this au, check em out ;)

[killugon-truther]

desperately need a hxh modern school fic where killua is a dancer bc it just makes sense to me.

he’s so graceful, elegant, & lithe, and there have been multiple moments in it where he’ll do some kind of small but very graceful and pretty action that will make my brain say, “yeah, he’s a dancer” lmao.

like, for example, the way he so gracefully snapped that mosquito’s chimera ant’s neck & then gracefully stepped off w/o even making a sound… definitely dancer behavior.

i've never seen a neck-snap look so beautiful, honestly lmao.

[amerain]

in my next life

for @tododekuweek, day 7: fantasy, soulmates

[zickistickz]

chrollo in my hxh au >_<

basically he looks more like a normie here because it takes place in the 80s on like an alternate version of earth. i feel like he wouldn’t get a forehead tattoo or wear his earrings 24/7 because he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself (ik he has the bandage but like a bandage on your forehead is going to draw attention)

lolololol i’ll post more about this au (crimson au) later

[sheridan-le-fanu]

Currently being eaten alive by more Hunter x Hunter brainworms as we speak. Maybe I could make a new au where most (75%) people are normal (by hxh standards) but the remaining 25% are shapeshifters? The primarily carnivorous species would generally be considered “naturally superior,” while the primarily herbivorous species would be considered the weakest. Think Omegaverse type stuff, just without the mpreg (or with the mpreg, the sky’s the limit). I feel like the animalistic dynamics would fit well into hxh’s world, too.

Now for the important part;

Who is what animal?

The Zoldycks would be some sort of small wildcat I think, maybe Black Footed Cats, since they have the highest hunting success rate of any feline species?

I think Kurapika would be a brown rat, since he is the current rat of the Zodiacs, and also brown rats don’t look it, but they prefer to be carnivorous when they can be. Also, the whole everyone-hates-rats thing ties into his origin.

Leorio would be a wild boar, since he is the boar of the Zodiacs, and because it seems fitting for him to be a prey species posturing as a predator (wild boars sometimes eat eggs, insects, or small rodents, but they prefer a herbivorous diet).

As the protagonist, I think Gon would be an ordinary human, but he could be a boar too since Ging was the boar of the Zodiacs at one point.

Idk what do y’all think?

[silverhypnos]

Just Being Curious...

What kind of Hunter x Hunter AUs do most of y'all wish there were more of? Whether it's a big world-changing AU to something small.

I'll go first, I'm a sucker for Monster!AUs (aka why I like writing them) but I think I'd like to see more Reincarnation AUs that acknowledge canon events, alongside Amnesia!AUs (with Phantom Troupes) and Fics that lean on Psychological Thrillers without any emphasis on gore. (All of which I may write in the future teehee)

[jjdoggies-fanfics]

It Takes a Mere Second for Treasure to Turn to Trash - Chapter Eighteen, Nineteen, and Twenty

Fic Summary: Percy Jackson has waited years to finally be able to leave for the hunter exam in an attempt to track down the father he never knew. Now, on his twelfth birthday, he can leave his small island for the first time to get his fucking child support.

Ship: Percabeth + Minor Others

Link to Chapter Eighteen on Ao3: My Brother x Duels Me x to the Death

Link to Chapter Nineteen on Ao3: I Battle x My Jerk x Relative

Link to Chapter Twenty on Ao3: I x Become x a Hunter

Link to Chapter One on Ao3: I x Make x a Dangerous Promise

[fluffygreenkoala]

KuroNeon Phantom Troupe member Neon AU with Neon joining the Spider after having done some personal growth and becoming a sort of of heart/moral compass for its members, putting them back in touch with their lowered humanity after all the years spent stealing and killing.

I genuinely believe that she, aside for her being spoiled due to lack of attention and true affection (Dalzollene excluded) IS a positive character placed in a cold and dreadful setting, a person capable of letting people see the bright side of things and aid them to pick up their pieces to sort them out and live again - and we can see this simply by looking at her ability, telling people's fortune and revealing their future without being able to predict HER OWN.

Sorry, I have to and want to push forward my "Neon is a positive character in an unfortunate position" agenda

[twila-star]

Been thinking about this real hard, and if I had to construct this in my mind, now all of you have to!

You know the headcanon that Ging is Gon’s only parent because he was probably made using the greed island rock card that if you hold it long enough it gives you a baby? And Gon was probably made as Ging tested out if this card worked, which was why Gon was in Greed Island in Ging’s arms and he was the first person Gon met?

Doesn’t this mean Gon is a nen beast in that headcannon which explains his crazy good stamina, strength, enhanced olfactory senses, and boundless nen energy?

IDK maybe Im just rambling nonsense now, but anyway, au where Gon is a nen beast and never knew.

[hisokas-toybox]

Latest chapter of Hopes and Fears for you all!

Illumi's hard work is put to the test as the first of the mid-term exams arrives... Will things turn out how he expects?

Thank you so much to all my lovely readers for helping this fic of mine reach over 1000 hits! I'm honoured and I promise I WILL try to post more soon!

[mewojii]

I have a serious conflict

SO the new movie Across the Spiderverse is kinda trendy right now, and I’ve been seeing a lot of people drawing their favorite characters’ spidersona (Misa Amane spidersona, etc) but that got me thinking

would HxH’s Kurapika have a spidersona???

Seeing as he hates spiders, I don’t think he’d be stoked about being that universe’s spiderman, but if multiverses have taught me anything, it’s that there are universes where certain things exist... so that means there’s a possibility Kurapika has a spidersona in an alternate universe and I am so confused and invested as to how that went down.

Someone please respond, I am in a state of distress at this question my soupybrain cooked up this evening.

[paintbrushfrog]

I am working on a Hunter x Hunter Chimera Ant AU where the ants and chimeras are separate beings.

Here is Colt as a condor/human chimera...

...and his little sister Reina as one too.

[killugon-truther]

okay but i had a hxh modern school au idea…. hear me out.

killua is the new incredibly rich and emotionally unavailable transfer student, whose family name makes him incredibly intimidating. his demeanor definitely doesn’t make it any better.

gon, on the other hand, is, well… gon. he’s super approachable & friendly, and he practically gets along with everyone. killua pretty much catches his eye almost immediately; he’s mysterious, he’s pretty, and he’s new, someone whose from a completely different world than gon. and ofc, that utterly intrigues him. and all of the ppl warning gon to “stay away” from him and stuff only make him more interested.

i’d also imagine that, despite everything, he’d quickly & easily notice how killua is always alone; he comes to school alone, he spends the school day alone, and then he goes home alone. and maybe, in a way, he could relate— sure, he’s practically a people-magnet, and a lot of people like him, but he doesn’t rly have a TRUE friend, and it always leads to that sense of loneliness that he’s felt for a while now.

so, one day after school, he approaches killua before he has the chance to leave for home, much to killua’s surprise and discomfort, since he’s been purposefully avoiding pretty much everyone since he’s transferred, the same way everyone has basically been avoiding him.

they talk for a few minutes, and killua actually finds himself not hating this. he makes some kind of off-joke, partly as a defense mechanism, but it only makes gon laugh, which makes him hate this interaction even less.

he jokes if gon promises to greet him everyday, and then, in typical gon-fashion, makes killua a pinky-promise, which takes killua off-guard once again even more. gon runs off with a cheerful smile and a “bye, killua! see you tomorrow!” and killua is just left there, dumbstruck.

the next day, he vows that gon is a weirdo and that he’ll tell him off the next time he sees him…. only for him to not do that at all the next time gon approaches him again. when killua expresses confusion, gon simply says “wdym? i pinky-promised!” with such kindness and sincerity that it shocks killua even more. and when gon asks if he wants to hang out after school… killua finds himself awkwardly agreeing w/o rly even thinking abt it.

[rafey-baby]

forbidden fruit

Once upon a time there was a princess and a hunter...

snow white!reader x hunter!rafe

18+ mdni!

c/w: mentions of violence (he holds a knife to her throat & threatens to kill her), her being a naive sheltered princess, some angst & some fluff & him being slightly suggestive? also if it’s not obvious this is *loosely* based on the story of snow white

wc: 3k

ahh the first part is here xx

moodboard

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“Do you have a favorite flower?”  

The quietness that follows makes her wonder if the brooding man alongside her had heard her question at all.   

She’s not entirely certain why the queen had been so adamant that this grumpy huntsman was to accompany her on this peculiar evening walk, when she’s never even uttered a word to him before— doesn’t even know his name.   

When she’d asked why they had to go so suddenly and after the sunset had already colored the skyline with its cherry tinge, he’d merely muttered something along the lines of ‘following Her Majesty’s orders’.   

She’s well aware of her stepmother’s disdain for her, never quite understanding why her father had married such a cold woman to begin with. However, it has never been in her wishes to upset her any further than she apparently does by simply existing, which is why she’d quietly agreed without much resistance— even if the request had seemed rather strange to her.       

“Uh…I dunno, they all sort of look the same to me, Your Highness,” the sudden rumble interrupts her thoughts.   

“Oh,” she’s slightly taken aback by the gravel in his tone, offering him her own answer nonetheless. “I love daisies.”

“Right,” he mumbles out; mind apparently lost somewhere else entirely as he keeps leading her deeper and deeper into the grim, bleak woods. With every step she takes, the leafy trees begin to turn into something impending, sinister— their slender branches beginning to resemble bony fingers, merely waiting for the right moment to latch onto her and claw at her arms.  

Therefore, she’d much rather hear his voice instead of this daunting lull in their conversation (if she could even call it that). Unfortunately, what she’s gathered from their brief interactions so far, is that the preferred topic of discussion for a man— a hunter like him, is silence. 

And that’s something the murky forest around them is already far too generously presenting her with; this late into the day not even the bluebirds chirp their delightful melodies to make the eerily serene atmosphere of this prolonged journey of theirs a little less dreadful.  

“What’s, um, what’s your name?” she attempts to have him speak some more.   

“Rafe,” he merely offers her a fleeting glance; as if it’s the most tedious thing in the world to even utter out his own name to her.  

Rafe. 

Upon further observation of the rugged lines of his face, she decides it suits him. What doesn’t suit him, however, is the ever-present scowl staining his (rather handsome) features. It’s almost as if something is tormenting him, acidic, putrid on his tongue.  

“Is something wrong?” she questions next, him being vague on purpose not exactly soothing her concerns regarding this entirely too ominous trip.  

They’ve been strolling along some path he apparently has in his mind for quite some time now, at this point nearly reaching the very core of the vast forest that surrounds the entirety of the kingdom.  

“Everything’s fine,” his tone is gruff— a heavy palm on the small of her back nudging her forward when she momentarily halts her movements.   

“Do we have to go so far? M’getting cold,” she complains because even if the palace hasn’t felt like home ever since her dear father’s passing, she wants nothing more now than to return to the thermal fireplace and silky sheets in her bedchamber.

All of a sudden, the snapping of a branch somewhere close causes her to flinch. 

In tandem, they both turn towards the noise as it transforms into foreboding rustling of leaves and something akin to footfall against the muddy ground; forcing a shiver to crawl under her skin.   

She’s beginning to prepare herself to face some gruesome monster when out of the blue, the smallest white-tailed deer she’s ever laid her eyes upon, pokes its head from behind a tree trunk.   

She gasps in adoration; tiptoeing closer to the trembling animal before crouching down.   

“Hello there. Why are you here all by yourself?” she asks with a tender coo— mindfully reaching a hand out to pet its ruffled head.  

Seemingly liking her, it takes a careful step towards her in a moment of bravery; teddy bear eyes curious.   

“Well, aren’t you adorable? I wish I had something for you to eat but I don’t,” she croons out as it nestles its slobbery nose into the hollow of her hand, when all at once, its button eyes dilate and its fleecy ears lift up in alarm.  

“Wha—” she doesn’t have the time to finish her sentence before it’s hurriedly scrambling away from her and disappearing into the viridescent foliage in the blink of an eye.   

She looks over her shoulder to locate the source of such horror, coming face-to-face with a gleaming blade and Rafe’s threatening eyes fixed on her suddenly immobile form.   

“What are you—” her words wither away on her frightened tongue when he abruptly brings the hunting knife to her throat—terror wrapping around her like yarn, tautening around her organs and making her helpless heart thump against her ribcage in a state of hysteria. 

“Don’t make this any harder than it has to be, alright? I promise I’ll make it quick,” he sounds determined, her unnerved eyes rounding out. 

“Rafe, you don’t— you don’t have to do this,” she manages out before she feels the harsh edge cut into her delicate skin just the slightest bit— a droplet of crimson trickling down her neck and towards her heaving chest.  

His gaze tracks the rivulet as it dribbles down all the way into her cleavage; leaving a scarlet trail to stain her skin in its wake as her pounding head begins to spin. 

She sits there on the forest floor, unmoving and unable to properly suck in air through her lungs as trepidation slithers itself into the crevices of her bones; merging into her marrow and turning her limbs into icebound liquid. 

“You think I want to?” he mutters out through his teeth.   

“I— I don’t understand...why are you doing this?” she squeaks out when he squeezes the handle in his fist— seemingly torn between two alternatives yanking him into separate directions, their claws scraping at both of his arms.  

“Cause the queen wants your heart on a platter n’ I’m supposed to be doin’ what Her Majesty tells me to, yeah?” he spits out the title as if it’s rotten; as if it’s tasted acrid in his mouth for a long while now.   

“My heart? Why would she want my heart?” she asks with something akin to hurt in her voice; not realizing her stepmother’s hatred towards her branched as far as wanting her dead.   

“Cause she’s lost her fuckin’ mind,” he huffs out; still tightly gripping onto the weapon. “...but then you look at me with those fuckin’ eyes and how am I— how am I supposed to…kill that?” he rambles more to himself than her, making her brows knit together even further.  

“You don’t— you don’t have to, you can let me go and I’ll— I’ll hide in the forest,” she suggests, voice wavering.  

“And freeze to death?” he scoffs.  

“I thought you wanted me dead?” she sounds disconcerted.  

“I don’t want you dead!” his volume is as clamorous as thunder, frustrated.   

“But you’re holding a knife to my throat?” her voice trembles; the frigid steel still imprinting her skin.  

“Yeah, cause I’m supposed to fuckin’ kill you, alright?”  

“I…I don’t understand,” her tone is a muted whisper and at last, he loosens his hold on the knife— a faint thud echoing in the space between them as it hits the soil covered in moss. 

Then, he’s shaking his head, seemingly exasperated with the girl before him. “Talkin’ to fuckin’ deers n’ shit. I mean, who the hell does that?”   

“I…I do? They’re my friends, why wouldn’t I talk to them?” she bats her lashes at him, seemingly confused out her innocent little mind. 

“You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” he lets out bitter scoff. “Now tell me, what am I supposed to do with you, hm?”   

“You’re not going to…” she swallows the rest of the words— too vile, brutal for her to say out loud.   

“Since you’re makin’ it so fuckin’ hard, no,” he lets out a displeased breath before presenting his palm for her to hold onto.  

“Get up,” he orders, nearly glaring at her.  

“Oh, um, thank you,” she blinks up at his frowning countenance, gingerly grasping onto his much bigger hand and letting him lift her up with ease.  

“Right, uh, why don’t we get you somewhere warm, yeah? You must be freezin’ only wearin’ that dress,” he clears his throat when he notices a tremor rattling through her in tandem with a frosty breeze sweeping past them.  

Taken aback by his sudden concern over her well-being, she merely stands there with a blank expression before he flits his eyes over to hers; seemingly expecting a response. 

“Oh, um...I think— I think I saw a cottage on our way here,” hesitation tinges her suggestion.  

“You did? Where?”  

“It was, um…” she pads along the faint traces of their original route she had sidetracked from in order to greet the baby deer— his heavy footsteps following close behind.   

“There,” she points her index finger towards a small hut partly hidden away behind old, lush trees. 

When they step onto the threshold, she softly knocks on the mahogany door decorated with intricate swirls and designs embedded into the wood.   

“Hello? Would it be possible if we could come in to warm up a little bit? It’s terribly cold out here,” she politely asks.   

However, they’re not granted any sort of a reply.   

“I don’t think anyone’s home,” Rafe notes as he peers through the windows into the unlit interior, before trying his luck and pushing down the handle.  

To both of their surprise, the door is unlocked.   

“Rafe! We can’t just break into someone’s home,” she scolds him with wide eyes.   

“S’not breakin’ in if the door’s open,” he merely shrugs before cautiously stepping inside— having to duck his head since the roof is hanging far too low for his tall figure.   

He looks around the compact space, as if to make sure they truly are alone, before glancing over his shoulder at her still tentative form shivering in the doorway. “What are you waitin’ for? Come in. Unless you wanna get sick standin’ out there?”   

She feels guilt eat away at her soul when she gingerly steps inside the cozy cabin, feeling far too much like an intruder, even if Rafe doesn’t seem all that bothered by entering a complete stranger’s place of residence without permission.  

“Shit, why are these chairs so small?” he complains when the wooden stool creaks under his weigh; threatening to crack as he lights up some candles he found— the walls soon bathing under the burnt-orange flames.    

“Maybe we should go somewhere else,” she suggests meekly.   

“S’not like we have options to choose from,” he points out; stretching his big arms over his head in an attempt to get comfortable.  

“You’re right...I’m sure whoever lives here will understand we needed a place to stay, right?” she tries to convince herself in hopes of brushing her worries under the rug.  

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Let’s see if they have anything to eat around here,” he dismisses her as he stands tall on his feet once more, before he’s opening and closing the cabinets and cupboards in a search for food.  

“Why do they have so many fuckin’ apples in here?” he mindlessly questions when he sees a pile of the red fruit hiding behind one door.  

“Oh, I could make you an apple pie?” 

He turns to look at her beaming with that sudden grand idea of hers.  

“Uh, m’not sure if that’s…”  

“Do you not like them?” she sounds nearly concerned, as if not liking apple pies should be considered a crime in the fairytale world inside her skull.   

“Nah, I do, I just— shouldn’t we be comin’ up with some plan to keep you safe n’ shit? And not bakin’ pies. We don’t really have all the time in the world before the queen finds out you’re alive,” he mutters out. 

“Well, I don’t know about you but I can’t think with an empty stomach. And, um, it would also be a thank you for you sparing my life,” she timidly looks up at him. 

He clears his throat at that, seemingly surprised by her sentimentality; feeling unworthy of the gratitude she’s so willingly offering him. “Right, yeah, uh, alright. Well, you do that and I’ll go get us some firewood or somethin’, yeah?”  

“That sounds perfect,” she smiles.  

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Later, when he returns to the cottage, the saccharine smell of oven-baked apples instantaneously whirls around him— holding him in a cinnamon-scented embrace and dragging a grumble from his stomach.   

“Oh, you’re back just in time!” she exclaims as she sets down two porcelain plates for them.  

“I might’ve went a little overboard with the cinnamon but I hope you don’t mind?” she asks while cutting through the steaming pie that’s making him practically drool.   

“Uh, nah, I…love cinnamon,” he murmurs, not sure why he just said that since he doesn’t particularly even like cinnamon. However, he’s certain that nothing that smells like that could possibly taste bad.  

“Really? Me too!”  

He thinks this is the first time he’s seen her eyes glitter in that way; as if he’s just single-handedly hung the moon or professed his undying love for her. It makes something unfamiliar poke at his insides— scratching at his organs and begging to be let out. However, he decides not to pay it any mind as he sits down on the kitchen chair that’s still entirely too tiny for him.   

“Do you like it?” she asks with her gaze glued to his expression when he takes his first bite. She hasn’t even touched her own slice; opting to stare at him instead and momentarily, he wonders why she’s so eager to please him.   

“This might just be the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth,” he can’t help but groan out loud in response to the luscious flavors practically melting on his tongue.  

She swallows at that, mind seemingly stuck somewhere else entirely before she softly clears her throat. “You, um, you think so?”   

“Uh huh,” he hums out with delight before shoving another forkful of softened apple pieces and golden-brown crust into his mouth— a smirk soon blossoming on his face when he catches on to the double entendre of his mindless compliment that apparently turned her all shy.     

“Someone’s got a dirty mind,” he chuckles, mocking her.   

“I…” she opens and then closes her mouth like a goldfish. “I do not—”   

“Alright, you caught me. Second best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth,” he decides to toy with this sweet little princess some more, for some reason wants to see her all flustered; in some crooked way enjoys having an effect on her.   

“Um, right…yeah,” she stumbles over her words; eyes flickering towards her plate as she finally digs into her own portion.   

He’s all too preoccupied grinning at the way she’s avoiding his gaze when out of the blue, the sight of a bed peeking through the slightly ajar bedroom door catches his attention.  

And it’s not so much the piece of furniture that halts his chewing and makes a crease form between his brows, but more so the size of it. It forces his feet to move on their own accord to the room where he’s met with six more beds— just as minuscule as the first one.  

At that, he wonders if he really was so caught up with the princess that his brain couldn’t fit the very clear pieces together any earlier.   

“Oh shit, I think I know these guys n’ I don’t think they’ll be too happy to see me here when they get back,” he mutters while padding back towards the kitchen. 

“What do you mean?” concern paints over her features.   

“Nah, nothin’ just…uh, they don’t like me very much, so we gotta leave. I mean, they probably won’t mind you bein’ here all that much. They’re probably real friendly if you don’t piss them off like I have,” he scratches at the back of his head.      “What did you do?”  

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Uh, I have this cabin for when I’m hunting, but s’not very close. Think we should be safe there for tonight though. Unless you wanna stay here?”   

“No, I wanna go with you. I— I don’t want to stay here alone,” she’s quick to answer. 

“You sure?” he raises his brows.  

She nods.   

“Yeah? S’probably gonna be a few hours on foot. Think you can walk for that long in the woods, princess?” he asks next, his cadence turning into something playful.   

“Of course I can. I have two healthy legs,” she sounds almost offended. 

“I can see that,” an entertained smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “And you’re not scared of the dark either?” he adds, almost as if testing her.  

“Of course not,” she lies through her teeth— eliciting a humored chuckle from him.  

“Mm. Could’ve sworn you were getting a little jumpy on our way here, but must’ve imagined it, right?” he drawls out, eyes narrowing in a challenge. 

“Yeah…” she doesn’t give in, a smile beginning to pull at her lips to match his own; neither of them seeming to mind when something feather-light takes the place of the once leaden ambience between them. 

Momentarily, she wonders why she’d never talked to this strangely captivating hunter before— his blue velvet eyes nearly entrancing, compelling her into an incantation she seems to unconsciously gravitate towards.   

However, the spell is soon broken when he takes a step closer to her, leaning over towards the table to blow off the flickering blaze of the candles— a dusky obscurity dancing around them once more. 

[zickistickz]

smoke break 🚬

(ft my hxh oc sue)

[gattaxa]

Kate Bishop & Yelena Belova Vampire!AU

"She looked so pretty like the Devil."