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internet-rat · 5 months ago

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Sitting on their lap - HXH adults

In these imagines you are in a relationship with these characters~ Any POV! SFW, but with underlying yandere themes for some characters. A long post so I put it under "keep reading"~ Characters: Kurapika, Leorio, Chrollo, Hisoka, Illumi, Pariston, Kite, Nobunaga, Pakunoda, Machi and Silva

Kurapika:

-You entered the dimly lit room, your silhouette casting shadows under the feeble lamp that flickered sporadically. You paused for a moment, taking in the sight of Kurapika, disheveled and vulnerable, a rare sight for him. Your heart fluttered with a mixture of concern and affection. He had been working a lot lately, and it was clear he was overworked.

-Kurapika, sensing the presence of someone he cherished, lifted his head. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now soft and somewhat unfocused. "y/n," he spoke softly, a smile creeping onto his lips as he recognized you. "Come here, please."

-Without waiting for a verbal response, he reached out with one arm, his hand beckoning you closer. As you approached, he grasped you wrist gently and pulled you towards him. Before you could protest, you found yourself guided onto his lap, enveloped by the warmth of his body. His arms secured around your waist, holding you close in a protective embrace.

-"Stay... just like this," Kurapika murmured into your hair. His voice was a tender whisper, a stark contrast to the usual commanding tone he employed during missions or discussions about the dangerous underworld you two navigated.

-You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your back, syncing intermittently with yours. You relaxed into his embrace, resting your head against his shoulder. His fingers traced small, absent-minded patterns on your sides, sending tingles through your spine.

-"You know, you're incredibly... beautiful," he continued as he buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. His lips brushed lightly against you, planting soft kisses wherever he could reach. Your presence caused him to relax, and perhaps you could coax him to get enough sleep that night.

Leorio:

-Leorio glanced up from his paperwork, his eyes lighting up as he recognized you. With a roguish grin, he patted his thigh invitingly. "Hey, come over here!" he beckoned with a chuckle.

-As you approached, he swept his arm around your waist and effortlessly lifted you onto his lap, his strong hands steadying you. He leaned back in his chair, making himself comfortable, while ensuring you were securely nestled against him.

-"There, much better," Leorio murmured into your ear, his voice low and teasing. "Now I can keep an eye on you and make sure you're not causing any trouble." His chuckle vibrated through his chest, providing a soothing rumble that was felt rather than heard.

-With you safely in his lap, Leorio's hands rested lightly on your sides, his fingers occasionally caressing your skin through the fabric of your clothing. His hands were warm and his presence was reassuring as well as protective, yet charged with an electric sense of connection that made the mundane environment of his office fade into the background.

Chrollo:

-Chrollo's eyes glimmer with a mischievous light as he pats his lap gently, signaling you to come over. "Come here," he says softly, his voice a blend of command and invitation.

-You move towards him, the air thick with his unspoken desires. As you settle onto his lap, Chrollo wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest. His touch is both possessive and protective, and you can feel the steady beat of his heart against your back.

-“Much better,” Chrollo murmurs into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his eyes still holding a hint of that enigmatic smile. “Now, tell me about your day, even the smallest detail. I want to hear everything.”

-His fingers trace patterns on your side as, soothing yet distracting as he keeps you close, a physical reminder that you are his and his alone. He grips your waist a bit harder eventually, laughing softly when you whimper.

Hisoka: -Hisoka chuckled softly, the sound a mix of amusement and something darker. His voice, low and honey-sweet, coaxed you closer. "Come here," he murmured, his hands gesturing with a magician's flair. As you approached, he pulled you gently onto his lap, his strong arms encircling you to keep you close.

-"You're in the best seat in the house," Hisoka whispered into your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. His presence was overwhelming, and the close proximity sent your heart racing. "Relax, I've got you," he continued, his tone both reassuring and possessive.

-His eyes sparkled with mischief and desire as he looked at you. "Isn't this much better?" Hisoka asked, his voice a purr of contentment. "You close to me where I can make sure no one else can take you away." His words were playful yet held an edge, one that said he was not entirely joking.

-As he held you, you could feel the power of his nen, the strength that lay just beneath the surface. It was both thrilling and terrifying, knowing how easily he could overpower you, yet choosing instead to hold you gently. His grip was firm but not restrictive, a promise of protection rather than confinement.

-Hisoka's fingers drifted upwards, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, his touch deliberate and intimate. "You know, I could show you some magic tricks, but I find this moment quite magical already," he teased, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

-The way he looked at you, as if you were the most fascinating puzzle he’d ever encountered, made you feel both vulnerable and cherished. In Hisoka's arms, it was easy to forget the world outside, his attention and allure anchoring you entirely to the moment with him.

Illumi:

-Illumi's voice is low and controlled, nearly a whisper as he manipulates the situation to his advantage. "y/n, come here," he instructs gently, yet with an underlying firmness that suggests it’s not really a request.

-As you approach with cautious steps, his hand reaches out, gracefully but with undeniable strength, guiding you by the waist. With a fluid motion, he pulls you closer, maneuvering you to sit on his lap. His long fingers are cold against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of his body through his clothes.

-He adjusts your position slightly, ensuring you are comfortable, yet firmly within his control. His breath is a soft brush against the shell of your ear, a sensation that makes you both uneasy and inexplicably drawn in. "Is this comfortable for you?" he questions, though it sounds more like a rhetorical query, his voice a melodious sound that's hard to resist.

-The room feels smaller with his presence enveloping you, his aura dark and compelling. Illumi's hands rest lightly on your sides, a reminder of his physical dominance without the need for force. His touch, although minimal, sends a clear message of possession—as if you're an extension of his own being, not just physically but in every way that matters. His love is twisted, but you know it runs deeper than any love in this world.

Pariston:

-"Ah, y/n, you look absolutely ravishing today," Pariston murmured, his voice a teasing lilt as he pulled you onto his lap with ease. His hands, warm and unsettlingly gentle, settled on your waist as he nestled you closer against him. The luxurious texture of his suit rubbed against your skin, a stark contrast to the devious glint in his eyes.

"Now, tell me, darling," he continued, his fingers gripping your hips lightly, sending shivers up your spine. "What's been occupying your beautiful mind today? Anything fun, or shall we create our own amusement right here?" The smirk playing on his lips was suggestive, and his gaze was locked onto yours, challenging and electric.

-The way he held you so confidently, as if claiming ownership, made your heart race. Pariston's presence was overwhelming, his charisma like a tangible force that drew you in despite your better judgment. You could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned in closer, his words a whisper now.

-"Or perhaps," he whispered, his lips almost brushing against your ear, sending a wave of anticipation through your body, "you’d like to tell me what you desire most right now? Don’t hold back... I’m all yours to command."

Kite:

-He walked over to you, his movements purposeful, as he reached out a hand and gently guided you towards him. With a subtle strength, he pulled you closer, easing you onto his lap. The stiffness of the previous moment melted away as you felt the warmth of his body against yours. Kite's hands rested lightly on your waist, steadying you.

-The proximity brought a rush of heat to your cheeks, and you could feel his steady breathing, calm yet slightly deepened by your closeness. His white hair brushed against your skin softly.

-"Better?" His voice was low, his usual sternness softened into a gentle murmur just for you, resonant in the quiet of the small room.

-His honey colored eyes held a spark, reflecting the dim light of the bedside lamp, and you realized that the tension wasn't just from the day's exertions, but also from an unspoken anticipation between the two of you. -"Mhm... Especially with your strong arms around me," you reply softly, slightly teasing him.

-Kite's lips quirked into a subtle, knowing smile, his hold on you tightening just enough to convey his soft possessiveness, a trait you found endearing. His chest rumbled with a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through his body into yours.

-"Is that so?" His voice was a low hum, warm breath tickling the sensitive skin at the nape of your neck. "Maybe I should keep you here more often, then. Just to make sure you’re feeling comfortable."

Nobunaga:

-Nobu was back home from a mission with the spiders, and he needed you close. As you settled comfortably into Nobunaga's lap, his strong arms circled around your waist, pulling you close against his chest. The warmth of his body and the familiar scent of him brought an immediate sense of calm and security. His fingers gently traced patterns on your back as he nuzzled into your hair, planting soft kisses on your neck.

-"Missed this," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. His hands shifted slightly, one moving to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, while the other stayed wrapped around you, holding you firmly yet gently. It was moments like these he cherished the most - the quiet intimacy shared away from the chaos of his usual life.

-With you in his arms, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your small, peaceful bubble. -You kiss his cheek softly. Feeling your lips against his cheek, Nobunaga’s heart swelled with affection. He turned his head slightly, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss. His hand slid up from your back to cup the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheek gently. The kiss deepened for a moment before he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours with a look of deep affection and a hint of playful mischief.

-"Home’s never felt good without you," he whispered, his voice husky. As he spoke, he shifted, adjusting you slightly on his lap, making you even more comfortable against him. He wanted to make sure every return home was like this��full of warmth and the quiet statement of being together, no matter what awaited outside.

-His fingers resumed their gentle exploration of your hair, untangling any knots with a patience and care that belied his usual rough exterior.

Pakunoda:

-Her hand rested casually on your waist, securing you close to her, while her other hand brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear. Pakunoda’s typically hard expression softened momentarily as she looked down at you, her sharp gaze softening.

-"You know, being this close... it feels right," she murmured, her voice low and almost tender, a stark contrast to the rough exterior she presented to the world. Her posture relaxed, enveloping you in the strong yet protective aura that was uniquely hers.

-As you nestled into her, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest, the bustling noise of the city around you seemed to fade away, replaced by an intimate silence that hung between you two, filled only by shared breaths and the occasional, subtle shift as you both settled more comfortably into each other's presence.

-Leaning back into Pakunoda's embrace, your body relaxes completely, sinking into the comforting solidity of her lap. Her arms close around you slightly tighter, a silent acknowledgment of your trust and comfort in her presence. The cold, distant demeanor Pakunoda usually exhibits to the outside world melts away when she's with you, replaced by a protective and serene calm.

-You feel her breath against the top of your head, her chest gently rising and falling in a rhythm that lulls you into a deeper state of tranquility.

-Pakunoda, usually so reserved with her words, lets out a soft sigh, a sound of contentment that vibrates through her and into you. "This quiet... it's rare," she murmurs, her voice a soothing rumble that matches the slow strokes of her hand on your arm. "With you, it's different. Peaceful."

Machi:

-As Machi pulls you closer into her embrace, her hands gently guide you onto her lap. Her firm hold around your waist assures a protective closeness, warmth radiating from her body. You feel her breath softly brushing against the back of your neck, a whisper of intimacy in the air.

-"Settle in, love," she murmurs, her voice a low hum of affection and command. The bustling sounds of Yorknew City seem to fade away, overshadowed by the palpable connection between you two. With her fingers lightly tracing patterns along your side, Machi keeps you anchored to her, a silent reminder of her presence and affection.

-You turn so you straddle her lap to be closer to her. As you turn to face her, straddling her lap, Machi's piercing gaze meets yours, an intense expression of admiration and desire flickering across her features. Her strong hands slide up to cradle your back, pulling you flush against her chest. The close proximity heightens the electric charge between you two, and you can feel the steady rhythm of her heart against your own.

-“Much better,” she whispers, her lips brushing against yours in a tantalizing tease. Her fingers weave into your hair, tugging gently to angle your head as she deepens the kiss, exploring the warmth of your mouth with a slow, deliberate passion. The world seems to narrow down to this intimate space where only you and Machi exist, wrapped in each other’s presence.

Silva:

-Silva wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close into his firm embrace. His deep blue eyes flicker with a mix of surprise and delight as he positions you comfortably onto his lap. His voice, a soothing rumble, breaks the quiet of the room.

-"Seems like you've chosen quite the spot to rest, haven't you?" His other hand gently brushes a strand of hair from your face. "I hope you're finding my lap as welcoming as the rest of the mansion." His smirk is teasing, yet there's a warm undercurrent to his words, suggesting a deep, affectionate bond between you two.

-Silva's breath hitches slightly as you nuzzle into his neck, the warmth of your body pressed against his sending a thrill through him. He tightens his grip around your waist, anchoring you firmly against him. His voice, now a husky whisper, brushes warmly against your ear.

-"You always know how to make my heart race, don't you?" He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest to yours. His hand slides up your back, fingers threading through your hair, massaging gently at the base of your scalp. "I could hold you like this forever," Silva confesses, the stoic assassin facade melting away to reveal a rare glimpse of his deeper, more vulnerable emotions towards you.

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kurokawaia · 4 months ago

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❛ MY LITTLE ASSASSIN ❜

Illumi Zoldyck X Fem!Reader

WC; 1.3k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; slightly suggestive x fem! reader, death + probably more

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) I have a request! Would you write about illumi x reader, they've been dating for some months, and reader already knew what she was getting into when she decided to date a Zoldyck. So he trains her to become an assassin, and my request would be a scenario about that. Fluffy feelings in illumi's mind when she sees her successfully make her first kill, turning back to beam at him, and internally he melts looking at her smile bc he's so in love and so proud of her - ANON

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You knew better than to get involved with Illumi in the first place. The Zoldyck family line was a long history of killers and was supposed to continue that lineage. Apparently, that hidden surprise was the one thing that hadn't stirred you away from him.

It was very clear when Illumi broke down on an impulse and offered to train you in the art of assassination. He hadn't expected how your eyes had brightened at the mention of it. You beamed and rambled on about how you wanted to be an assassin with him, be by his side as his equal.

He felt dumbfounded, even speechless. He could love you all the same if you wouldn't have wanted to be an assassin. Illumi still was getting used to the feeling called 'love', and in this way, the swelling ache in his heart for you grew—that euphoric swirling intensifies.

"Are you sure about this?" Illumi once asked, his eyes bore into the darkness of yours with intensity, almost a little too much, thudding in your chest, his voice so calm.

He was so scared inside that you would leave once you experienced this.

"Yes, Illlumi," you said, trying to keep the flutter of nerves in your stomach out of your voice, "I wish I can be for you everything, to understand your world and to be a person you can rely upon."

There was a moment when you thought his head inclined and his eyes rested on you before he continued on, he was approving your choice.

Training with Illumi was very... interesting. He was meticulous and literally drove one to the very extreme. Every day seemed to be a test. Oh, it was grueling, but you were determined to prove it, to prove to him that you were worth it, worthy to stand by his side.

"Again," he'd say in his deadpan tone, as he corrected your stance or showed you a technique.

His hands were hard when he set you, but never hurt you—actually, he wouldn't know what to do with himself if you hurt. Now his touch lingered longer than needed, more than likely accidental, though his fingers trailed over your skin as they did so, making it shiver.

One evening, after a long tiring training session for nearly the entire day, you were in the dimly lit training room. You were deeply engrossed in an exercise in offensive and defensive contact.

"You need to be able to predict their actions," he lectured, though his voice was far too smooth, for the turn given to your wrist, pulling and twisting it behind your back nonetheless, forcing you so close against his chest. "Feel their intentions before they act."

His breath was warm on your ear, his hold firm but not painful. Your heart raced. You tried very hard to focus on his words, but it was just a little difficult when his entire body was pressing up against yours.

"Illumi," you breathed, the words barely audible over your raspy breathing. "I understand."

He let go of you abruptly and took one big step back. That look in his eyes was indecipherable, but the tension between them—you felt it—to have him all over you; you forced it down.

"That's good," he said, softening his voice slightly. "Now prove it."

He nodded; you regrouped again, much more on point this time.

You had taken him by surprise, turned in one fast move, so all his momentum took him over the outstretched hip and onto the mat. You landed on top of him to the mat and again pinned him to the ground with that proud smile.

"I had you," you panted, just inches from his face.

For a moment, there was silence, only the raw beating of your hearts. And then, to your surprise, Illumi's lips curved into a small, rare smile.

"Good," he murmured as his eyes softened, wandering up to your face. "Growing stronger."

His words just made you feel such an unbelievable surge of happiness, and the warmth of his praise washed over you. You had no other option but to bend down a bit more and press your lips against his.

As you pulled back, you caught a flicker of something in his eyes, rare glimpses of emotions he keeps locked away.

"I love you, Illumi," you whispered.

He lifted his hand, cupping your cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing against your skin on it.

"And I love you," he whispered.

This particular target was relatively low-tier among the informants' line, meaning their disappearance would not be overly questioned. However, it was needed for practice in your line of training.

You and Illumi had been tailing the mark for days, and you'd witnessed his movements, manipulated his habits. Now, he was alone in an alleyway. You felt human with fear and nervousness. The knife in your hand felt heavy in weight, and you were almost frightened by what you were going to do.

"You can do this," Illumi whispered so calmly into your ear, his hand briefly resting on your shoulder. "Remember everything I've taught you. Trust yourself."

You nodded, taking in a deep breath to steady your racing heart. You moved silently, just as Illumi had showed you, your footsteps soundless on the concrete. The target was oblivious, humming softly to himself as he rummaged through the trash.

It went in with such practiced precision that it was easy. This was almost as if the blade itself knew where to go from among all the many lessons given by Illumi. It was a surprise to the target, though, and his body tensed for only a moment before going totally limp. You held your breath yet again, awaiting some kind of resistance. The deed was done.

"I did it," you say; your voice is a weak tremor of relief. "Illumi, I did it!" Damn, you were almost beaming at him, your smile radiating.

Illumi's heart melted. Never in all his deepest thoughts had he ever expected to feel this way—to be taken so much by the very presence of a person.

"Yes," he whispered, hardly audibly. "You did it. I'm so proud."

He stepped closer, using his hands to lift up and cup your face.

"You've become everything I could have hoped for you… and more. You're incredible," he murmured, thumb light against your cheek.

His emotions were laid so bare that they left you breathless. You leaned toward him.

"I couldn't do it without you," you choked out. "Thank you, Illumi. For everything."

He bent his head to press a soft lingering kiss on your forehead. "We're in this together," he said quietly. "Always."

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crushmeeren · 1 day ago

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ᝰ ILLUMI WHO FUCKS YOU BEHIND HIS PARENTS BACK .ᐟ

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༝ ᭝ ༝ just a little blurb, maybe I could circle back and expand in the future? this is kind of all over the place, but i love illumi and this my first hxh work! ༝ ᭝ ༝

The rhythmic tick of the clock on the wall steals your attention, the murmuring chatter of the other three people in the room muffling as you zone out. It’s mindless, the way your fingers trace over the dark mark sticking out against the conference table like a neon sign. The rich mahogany is smooth, not a splinter in sight.

Your chair creaks when you shift your weight, eyes rolling in annoyance when your foot tingles with pins and needles, the appendage forcing itself awake.

For how rich they are, you’d think the Zoldycks could afford comfortable seats at the very least.

A much larger hand covers your own, halting your repetitive tracing, and you shift your head to the left to be met with your father’s firm gaze, his mouth set in a line. You glance across the table to Silva’s serious expression, then to Illumi’s blank one.

You lock eyes with the younger Zoldyck and something hot jolts in your belly, a deep ache settling between your legs. You linger a bit too long before returning your focus to your Father, who removes his hand from yours. You clear your throat, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room.

“Yes, father?”

He raises an eyebrow, somewhat amused but hiding it well. “Did you hear anything that was discussed?”

Heat crawls up the back of your neck and into your cheeks, but you manage to keep your features neutral. “No, I’m sorry Father.”

“Silva and I have agreed to allow you to work with Illumi on this mission. We feel it’s best to have you both there,” your Father explains, gesturing towards Illumi. You blink twice, spine straightening, and your pride refuses to let you peak at Illumi and gauge his reaction. You know it’s non existent.

You hesitate, then nod. “I understand Father,” you assure. You turn to Silva with your chin raised. “I’ll be an asset to this mission. I won’t hinder Illumi.”

The soft rustle of Illumi shifting, like he can’t sit still, does not go unnoticed by you.

Silva looks as pleased as he’s capable of and dips his head in acknowledgment. “See to it that you are. Illumi does not fail, and if this mission falls apart, you’ll be the one who is punished.”

“She will not fail,” your Father interrupts, tone sharp at the edges. “She is just as capable as Illumi.”

Your Father and Silva stare each other down for a few tense seconds before Silva concedes, nodding once.

“Very well.”

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

“Illumi, fuck,” you moan, tightening your fingers in his soft hair as your lids flutter. Your breath hitches when he sucks the sensitive skin of your inner knee between his lips, intent on leaving a dark hickey. “You know you’re gonna get in trouble if— oh god!” You squeak. Illumi’s teeth bite down harder in an effort to stop you from continuing your sentence. “If your Father finds out, Illumi.” You emphasize his name with a pointed yank to his hair.

Said man’s warm tongue suddenly sweeps up the crease between your pussy and thigh, causing your hips jerk in the direction of his mouth, eager for what comes next.

The dingy white walls and scratchy sheets of the motel bed do nothing to curb the warmth that’s running thick and honeyed in your veins.

Illumi settles fully on his belly, placing his thumbs on either side of your pussy and spreads you apart. He distracted for a split second by how slick he’s gotten you, running his thumb over your pussy before meeting your heavy lidded stare with a bored one. The only evidence of his arousal is the dark pink flush on his cheeks.

And his rock hard cock.

“Why are you concerned with that now?” He asks, tone somewhat annoyed. “You’re aware I’m not bothered by that.” Illumi’s tongue flicks your clit, determined to refocus on the drool worthy sight in front of him. “Don’t you want me to eat your pussy?”

You curse, drawing your knees up and let your thighs fall open as wide as they can. “You know that I do.”

“Then stop whining.”

Illumi’s skilled. He’s precise and to the point, especially when it involves getting you to cum on his tongue. Then he’s in your face, leaving a few inches to separate you as his hair surrounds you, shielding you both from the outside world. When it’s the two of you, the pressure to be perfect fades to background noise.

One hand plants itself by your head, the other gripping the base of his shaft to steady himself. The slick tip bumps your clit, a brief, bright pleasure sparking in your pelvis, and then he shifts down to press forward and slide home.

Your moan is simultaneous with Illumi’s. His jaw clenches tight, eyes pinching together before flashing back open.

“Move,” you command. The assassin, who’s never this compliant, drags his hips back halfway and pushes forward smoothly. The glide is so fucking slick, so fucking hot, and you loop your arms around his neck, tugging until his sweaty forehead lands on yours. The steady roll of his hips builds to a quick pace, the filthy smack of skin colliding filling the room.

Illumi won’t last long. Not after a mission like the one you’d had. It went well, but there was a tremendous amount of fighting, and the tense line of his shoulders shows how worked up he is. He starts to whine with every other breath, dark eyes intense and locked with yours.

Illumi grips one of your legs and shifts it until your knee hooks over his elbow, cock striking your g-spot with each pointed thrust. You cry out his name, pulling him as close as you can despite the awkward angle, and he starts to twitch inside you.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers in a rush, breath hitching as he catches your lips in a kiss, all the emotion he struggles to voice shining through. He sucks on your lower lip and it’s over, pussy fluttering and squeezing Illumi until he makes a choked off sound, surging forward until his balls are snug to your ass. He cums with a broken moan, and you swallow the noise like you’re dying of thirst.

There’s little fanfare after, just a quiet moment where you hug him tight, prompting him to sneak his hands underneath your back to return the gesture. The embrace is sticky and sweaty, overheated.

Illumi places his forehead on your collarbone, brushes his lips over the swell of your breast and pants as he catches his breath. The knowledge that even someone as cool and collected as Illumi needs a moment to gather himself when he’s with you steadies your thundering heart.

“I couldn’t be bothered to care what my Father’s opinion is. At least, not when it comes to you.”

“Well, that makes two of us.”

Illumi’s quiet laugh is the best thing you’ve heard all night.

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iamzer0 · 2 months ago

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Hxh headcannons!!

(I’m going through insane writers block rn but I need to keep posting so here some scrumptious headcannons)

Hisoka: he went to a carnival one time and got mistaken for a worker.

Illumi: he 100% knows how to breakdance, convince me otherwise.

Leorio: he once tried venting to Killua and gon and they laughed at him(they thought he was joking)

Killua: has zero cooking skills and claims he’s the master chef.

Kurapika: he listens to country, indie, and jazz music.

Shalnark: he drops the most insane lore and never elaborates on it.

Feitan: makes the most out of pocket, absurd comments known to man. (That’s actually semi cannon)

Nobunaga: often forgets what day of the week it is.

Phinks: despite being an air head he knows a lot of strange and interesting facts.

Shalnark: he knows how to help deliver a baby.(don’t ask him why because he refuses to tell people why)

Alluka: she loves flutter shy and pinkie pie from mlp. She is my little pony’s number 1 fan.

Head chair man netoro: he has some INSANE grandpa lore and constantly drops his lore like it’s nothing.

Ging freecs: he has a really big pet peeve about socks and sandals. He secretly used to wear socks and sandals but no one will ever know.

Aunt mito: she knows some really weird facts about the human body.

Bisky: tried making sushi and it caught on fire. She wasn’t even using anything hot.

Machi: either burns down the kitchen or manages to make a 5 star meal there is no in between.

Pakunoda: when she was younger she liked boy bands. She would dig through the rubble in meteor city looking for boy band CDs.

That’s all for today lol have an amazing day love u all!(๑>◡<๑)

#hxh headcanons #hxh fanfic #hunter x hunter #hxh #chrollo lucilfer #hisoka #kurapika

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 year ago

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Fixer Upper

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(Name)’s friend had a small cabin near the beach she’d offered to loan her for a few days. From Tuesday to Thursday, they’d be staying in a few towns over to enjoy the beach.

When they arrived home, Leorio left to go and start packing his stuff. They had a few days before the cabin would be available, so they had plenty of time to plan.

“Everyone get to bed! We’re going to be having a down day tomorrow, and Monday we’re going shopping for beach supplies.”

Killua nodded as he rubbed at his eyes. “Yeah, okay. Come on, Gon.”

The two leave to their rooms.

(Name) sighs before crashing onto the couch, not even knowing the skirt of her dress was lifted just enough to expose the pink panties she’d worn to the Barbie movie.

Kurapika didn’t notice at first either, he was too busy pulling off his shirt. That was until her back arched and cracked a bit, causing her to groan and him to look over to make sure she was okay.

He didn’t think this day could get any better, but the view he saw certainly… did something for him.

Her butt was firmly in the air, her clothed pussy on full display. Her cute thigh highs squished her thighs perfectly, creating a sight he thought he could only see in heaven.

‘I want to…’

He stopped himself before he even finished that thought, moving away from the couch and towards his room.

“Going to bed, goodnight.”

“Night…”

He heard her whine slightly as she stretched before he rushed to his room. He barely got the door closed before he was slipping his hand into his pants, panting as he stroked his cock. The door was still slightly cracked open, and he realized if he peeked out, he could still see her cute butt poking up into the air.

‘This is… dirty.’

But he couldn’t stop looking. She just looked so perfect on display, all for him to enjoy.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck…’

She whimpered out, rubbing her back lightly. It must if hurt from carrying around those big boobs all day.

“Kurapika…”

He stopped, eyes going wide. Did she happen to see him? That couldn’t be possible, she was facing in the opposite direction.

“Did he go to bed already?”

She pushed herself off of the couch, moving so her butt was pushed in his direction, her panties moving to the side ever so slightly.

It was enough to make him cum instantly, gasping as he painted the door.

“Kurapika?” she called out again, this time beginning to turn towards his door.

He slipped his hand from his pants and ran over to his desk, grabbing a tissue she’d supplied for him and moving to wipe off the door.

“Hey, are you asleep?”

She knocked on the cracked door, causing it to open up. Thankfully he’d wiped the door clean before she opened it, holding the tissue in his hand relived.

“No, I’m awake. Do you need something?”

His cheeks were still flushed and his limbs weak from his orgasm seconds before. Kurapika felt soft, his eyelashes fluttering when she bent slightly to smile at him.

“Can you unzip me? Leorio was going to, but he forgot and now he’s gone.”

Kurapika wanted to bang his head against the wall. “… yes, of course I can.”

He followed her up to her room, now noticing how easy it was to see her underwear when he was following right behind her.

“Ugh my back is killing me! I knew wearing a bra without any support was a bad idea… but this dress is strapless.”

Kurapika was not listening to a goddamn thing. He was too focused on her cute ass. “Uh huh.”

They walked into her room. She instantly kicked off her Mary Janes and lifted her leg onto the bed to pull off her thigh highs.

‘She’s going to kill me.’

He watched as she pulled the first one down before he had to turn to avoid getting hard again. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of her, especially after spying on her like a perv minutes before.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

She turned his way, her back to him. He stepped forward and stared down at her back.

‘It’s just her back. Don’t you DARE get hard over her back you fucking idiot.’

He pulled the zipper down.

‘God fucking damn it.’

The sight of her bra made him grow hard yet again, and there was no hiding it in these jeans. He pulled the zipper the rest of the way down before turning.

“You’re going so soon?”

He paused in the doorway, gritting his teeth. All Kurapika wanted to do was go to his room, jerk off, and pass out.

But the innocent tone in her voice made him sigh.

“Do you need me to stay?”

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to watch a movie with me. Since it was… interrupted last time.”

Ouch. He’d forgotten he’d pretty much abandoned her a week or so ago to find a member of the phantom troupe. She’d stayed up all night waiting for him, and he couldn’t even call to ease her worries.

Usually, Kurapika would push these guilty feelings away and just sleep, but after his orgasm he was feeling… soft. Easily mailable by her hands.

“… sure. You get changed and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Kurapika internally groaned, looking down at himself with a sigh. ‘I’ll change into some baggy pajama pants. Should… hide it…’

———————

(Name) walked downstairs wearing a nightgown and a green face mask. He wanted to tease her for it, saying she looked silly, but knew if he did she’d have plenty of ammo to throw back at him.

“Imma pop some popcorn! We gotta eat quietly though. Just the smell is enough to wake up Gon…”

She sighed, and pulled the popcorn from the cabinet. Kurapika was curled up on the couch, a blanket covering his form. “Shouldn’t we just not eat it then?”

“Nah, if he wakes up I’ll just give him some horse tranquilizer.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s like a melatonin gummy for him.”

The blonde stared at the TV. ‘What the hell is wrong with that boy?’

Kurapika huffed when she sat the bowl of popcorn in his lap. “It’s hot! I’m gonna grab us some lemonade!”

He popped a few pieces into his mouth. ‘Mmm… I haven’t had popcorn in years.’

(Name) plopped down next to him, curling her legs against the side of the couch. She leaned until her head was comfortably against Kurapika’s shoulder.

Usually he would have pushed her off subtly or moved away, but right now he was feeling… cuddly.

Although he didn’t move to hold her close, he did allow her to stay.

“What do you want to watch? I’m thinking a ghibli movie.”

“I don’t care, you can pick.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but picked a random ghibli movie.

It happened to be Howl’s Moving Castle.

“Oooh, this is a good one. I think you’ll like it!”

Kurapika only nodded, leaning his head against hers. It was the only contact he’d allow himself to make.

The movie started, Kurapika barely able to pay attention. He was too focused on (Name)’s soft scent and comforting warmth.

A few minutes in, he felt (Name) pull away slightly. She seemed excited, bouncing in her seat.

“Ahh, it’s Howl.”

Her eyes almost twinkled when a blonde man appeared on screen, offering a hand to the main female character. Kurapika hadn’t bothered to learn her name.

The man looked… awfully familiar. His blonde hair, soft feminine appearance, and pretty eyes made Kurapika tilt his head.

“Is that… your favorite character?”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving the blonde haired man.

“He’s been my favorite ghibli character for years.”

Kurapika smiled. “I see.”

‘She did say my butt was cute earlier… and that she likes my hair…’

The movie continued on, (Name) occasionally gasping or cooing at the screen. “Hehe, look! Aren’t they just the cutest?”

The girl on screen reminded him of her. She was a bit insecure, but to everyone else but her she was beautiful.

“Yes. They are.”

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. She looked gorgeous, even in the low light of the living room.

She caught him staring, sending him a wink. “Pay attention to the movie, sweetheart.”

Kurapika blushed. She wasn’t usually the type to confront him about his staring, even though he was sure she could notice it. (Name) was a hunter after all, she couldn’t be that oblivious.

“Ah… it’s almost over.”

She seemed a little sad at this. Kurapika wasn’t sure if it was because she really liked the movie, or their time together would end soon.

He wasn’t stupid. He knew (Name) cared for him quite a bit, even being told by Leorio she had a crush on him during the Hunter Exam. Of course, at the time that made him beyond happy. Kurapika didn’t know why exactly, but knowing she liked him more than the others made his heart soar.

But now, that knowledge didn’t fill him with butterflies, it filled him with dread. Had he broken her heart with what he said during York New? Had he ruined any chances he’d had with her?

‘Ruined any… what am I thinking?’

He shook the thought from his head. Kurapika couldn’t dare to think like that. She was his dear friend, someone that needed to be protected.

Protected from the danger being around him could bring.

She sighed as the end credits rolled, looking up at him with sleepy eyes. “Did you like it?”

He wasn’t sure how to tell her he’d barely paid any attention to the movie on screen, much to busy thinking about her, so he just nodded.

“I’m glad. I’m… happy I got to spend this time with you.”

She held onto his hand, a sad smile on her lips. He wanted to cup her cheeks and wipe that sad smile away more than anything.

But did he really have the right to when he was the reason for her sadness?

Kurapika patted her head. “I did too. We should get going to bed, though.”

(Name) but her lip, staring down at her lap.

“Kurapika?”

He paused. She sounded soft, vulnerable. He didn’t often hear that in her voice.

“Yes?”

Her eyes met his, the beginnings of tears tucked away in the corners.

“Will I… will I ever seen you again after you leave?”

A stab in the chest would have been easier to handle than that question. Kurapika stuttered, his eyes looking away from hers.

“I…”

He couldn’t answer her, not when his answer would only make her cry. Kurapika hated seeing her tears.

“…”

(Name) pulled away from him, hugging herself tight. It hurt him to see her so small, like she could shrink into nothing at any second.

“You’re really important to me, you know? Even if… even if you hate me. I…”

Tears began to fall down her cheeks, collecting on the throw blanket they’d been sharing.

“(Name)…”

He reached out to wipe away her tears, but stopped midway.

“I don’t…”

“I can’t stand you! You’re weak, you can’t do anything right!”

Kurapika pulled his hand back and held it against his chest. ‘Do I have the right to comfort her when I said such awful things?’

“(Name)?”

Killua poked his head out of his bedroom door, his blue eyes scanning the room until they landed on (Name). He ran forward and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I heard you from my room…”

Killua sent a glare Kurapika’s way before pulling her off the couch and towards the bathroom. “You need to wash off that face mask before you break out.”

She only nodded, glancing back at Kurapika before the bathroom door closed behind her.

The blonde stared at the closed door, clutching the fabric of his shirt so tightly it ripped.

‘She thinks I hate her… maybe it’s for the best.’

Kurapika stood, walking towards the TV to turn it off. On a table by the TV was a framed photo, Kurapika’s eyes widening when he took a closer look.

It was a picture of the entire group chatting about their plan in the hotel during York New.

‘Did (Name) take this?’

She wasn’t in the picture, Kurapika feeling a little disappointed. But that was quickly changed when he saw there were several photos of various members of the group framed, some of just him alone.

‘She… she put these up even after what happened…’

Kurapika bit his lip so hard it bled. She wanted to remember him when he was smiling, looking at her with those soft eyes he always seemed to have when she was around.

“…”

Kurapika walked to his room and closed the door behind him.

———————

(Name) and Killua sat at the kitchen table, Gon fixing himself a bowl of cereal by the fridge.

“Remember boys, todays a rest day, so no getting into any trouble.”

She sipped on her coffee, looking around the house. It was a mess, meaning she’d need to clean before she even thought about leaving for the beach.

Kurapika left his room, wandering into the kitchen while rubbing his sleepy eyes.

“Good morning…”

He yawned into his hand as he made himself a cup of coffee then sat down at the table next to (Name). “Good morning, Kurapika.”

She gave him a smile, before standing up and taking her cup with her upstairs. “We’ll all be resting today, Kurapika. Of course, you can do what you want, but the rest of us are going to catch up on some sleep and indulge in our interests.”

He nodded, still waking up as she left for her room. Once she was out of earshot, Killua scoffed.

“You sure fucked up last night. Do you enjoy making (Name) cry?”

Oh, Kurapika and forgotten about last night’s events. And he’d just sat down next to her like nothing had happened.

“… I didn’t mean to make her cry.”

“You never do.”

Gon sat down with them at the table, munching on his cereal. “Hmm? What were y’all talking about?”

Killua sighed. “Nothing of importance to Kurapika, apparently.”

Kurapika finished his coffee in silence. ‘Less than a week I’ll be gone and out of her hair. She’ll… she’ll forget about me eventually.’

But the thought of her forgetting about him and moving on with a different man made him feel sick.

“Kurapika, you should come to the creek with us today! We’re releasing the fish we saved last week.”

Kurapika tilted his head. “You want me to come with you?”

Gon nodded. “Yeah, it would be fun! We could even have a picnic! (Name) always packs us lunches when we go out to the creek all day.”

Killua groaned. “But Gon, going to the creek is our thing!”

The blonde raised an eyebrow. “I have my own things to do today.”

“Like what?”

Kurapika scowled. “I have phone calls to make.”

“What kind of phone calls?”

“… important ones.”

Gon tilted his head, and Killua sighed. “There are no phone calls, are there?”

Kurapika stayed quiet.

“Alright, so he’s coming with us then!”

It seemed like Kurapika didn’t have much of a choice, so he downed his coffee and left to get dressed.

——————

(Name) began packing the three lunches in the kitchen. Gon and Killua had left to grab some buckets from the garage, leaving Kurapika and (Name) alone.

He lingered in the kitchen, watching her from a distance. She finished packing their lunches before turning to him with a shy smile.

“Hey um… about last night…”

Kurapika froze in his spot, nearly dropping his cup of coffee.

“I… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you those questions. You don’t have to tell me anything, and I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

Kurapika blinked. ‘Is she… is she apologizing? No…’

“Even if you… hate me… I won’t hold it against you, you’re still always welcome here.”

‘Stop. Don’t say those things. Don’t.’

“So… just forget about what I said. Let’s just enjoy whatever time we have together!”

She gave him a final smile before the front door opened. Killua and Gon walked in carrying buckets.

“It’s show time. Kurapika, I hope you know how to work a pole.”

“A what!?”

“A fishing pole.”

(Name) held a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. Kurapika just sighed and followed them out the door, carrying their packed lunches with them.

“Make sure you keep up, we will leave you behind.”

“Killua! No we won’t, that isn’t nice.”

Kurapika didn’t respond, only focusing on memorizing the route to the creek. If Killua did end up leaving him behind, he’d have no trouble finding his way back.

They arrived at the creek, Gon and Killua instantly releasing the fish they’d saved last week.

“During a few weeks in the summer, the creek goes down and a lot of the fish die. Me and Killua will catch as many as we can then release them when the creek is full again.”

‘That sounds like eco-terrorism.’

Killua tossed Kurapika a fishing pole, the blonde catching it immediately. “Do you know how to fish?”

“Yes, Killua. I’ve had to fish to feed myself on numerous occasions.”

Killua scoffed. “Yeah, sure. We’re going to be surprising (Name) with fish for dinner tonight, so make sure to use your ‘skills’ and catch as much fish as you can.”

The two frowned at each other before Gon stepped in between them. “Hey, let’s save our energy for the fishing!”

Killua was the first to catch a fish, holding it up with a proud smile.

“Oh, I’ll get a picture for (Name)!”

He snapped a picture of Killua holding up his first catch.

��Why does she need a picture of him holding a fish?’ Kurapika thought, before turning his attention back to his own fishing pole.

A few hours passed, Kurapika being the only one without a single catch.

“Didn’t you say you were good at fishing, blondie?”

The blonde huffed. “I didn’t say I was good, I said I knew how to fish.”

“Then do it?”

Kurapika dropped his pole to the ground and began to walk off.

“Killua, don’t anta… antony…”

“Antagonize him?”

“Yeah!”

Killua sighed. “Hey, blondie, get back here! Don’t you want to do something nice for (Name) after making her cry last night?”

The blonde stopped in his tracks. “… would bringing home fish… make her feel better?”

“She always gets happy when we bring home fish! Well, at least fish to eat.”

Kurapika walked back over and sat by the creek again, picking up his pole and inspecting it.

“Killua.”

The white haired boy walked over. “Yeees?”

“Why is there a gummy worm on my hook?”

“For good luck of course!”

Kurapika threw the gummy worm into the dirt. “I hate you.”

“Feelings mutual, blondie.”

————————

After placing an actual worm on his hook, Kurapika was able to catch several fish. Of course, it wasn’t very easy. He had to climb down into the creek with a net to catch them, slipping on the mud and falling in several times.

The walk back home was humiliating.

Kurapika’s hair was wet, with leaves and little sticks clinging to his blonde locks. His tabard and shirt were slung over his shoulder.

Killua and Gon didn’t look much better. The two looked like they’d been mud wrestling.

‘I mean technically Gon did wrestle that alligator… still don’t know how he won.’

Said boy was holding the buckets they brought, all full of fish of varying species.

Kurapika recognized most of them, besides the strange… sea urchin thing? Did it have eyes? Oh god it was looking at him.

The blonde faced forward. All he knew is he was NOT eating that.

“(Name) is going to be so happy! Oh Gon, I told you to throw that thing back.”

He pointed to the sea urchin thing. “Oh, I’m keeping this one as a pet. I’m naming him Hanzo!”

‘(Name) won’t like that. Her and Hanzo hated each other.’

Kurapika thought back to their time fixing the boat before the 4th phase. Hanzo and (Name) butted heads a lot, often because Hanzo didn’t know what personal space was.

He remembered when he fell and hit his head, and she stayed with him through the night, even though she herself was in pain.

‘She’s always been there for me…’

Kurapika was glad they’d reached (Name)’s house, because he didn’t want to think about how often she’d saved his ass and helped him through tough times.

Would he have done the same for her?

———————

“Oh wow, look at all this fish! You sure caught a lot, didn’t you?”

The two boys smiled wide as she cooed and gave them hugs, praising them. “Fried fish sound good to you two?”

“Mhm! With fries!”

(Name) giggled, patting Gon’s head. “Of course.”

Her face always took on a different form when she was looking at the two boys. While she was almost always soft and gentle, it was like her soft nature intensified tenfold when they were around.

Killua seemed pretty attached to her. Had he been that way when he’d last seen them in York New? Kurapika couldn’t remember him seeming so content in her presence.

“Kurapika, I heard you caught a lot too. You did a great job.”

Something about her praising him made his heart race. It almost made him feel giddy.

“Oh, um… it was no trouble.”

Killua scoffed next to him. ‘He’s awful at hiding how happy she makes him.’

Kurapika wasn’t surprised at how easily she was able to descale and gut the fish. During the Hunter Exam, she’d been the one feeding him and Leorio when they were stranded on that boat.

“Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes. You boys go wash up. You can use my bathroom, it’s bigger.”

The three trudged up the stairs, dropping their muddy clothes into her hamper.

(Name)’s bathroom was big, it had both a bath tub and shower. The two boys started the bath before jumping into the shower.

Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you two getting too old to be bathing together?”

Killua raised an eyebrow. “We’re both guys, why does it matter? Plus Gon can’t wash his hair by himself. He always gets soap in his eyes.”

“Usually Aunt Mito or (Name) comes in and helps, but Killua does it when they can’t.”

They rinsed off a majority of the mud before jumping in the soapy bath. Kurapika sighed.

‘She babies them too much. He can’t wash the soap out of his hair? Isn’t he 14 already?’

Kurapika made sure that the two weren’t paying attention when he pulled his own clothes off and stepped into the shower.

There was a pink loofa, several soaps and body scrubs, and shampoo on the shelves.

‘Oh, I forgot to grab my shampoo…’

He shrugged and picked up her bottle, squirting some of the shampoo into his hand before rubbing it into his hair.

Kurapika would never get used to how his body reacted to anything that reminded him of her. Sometimes it was arousal, and sometimes a soothing feeling settled over him.

Like now.

He felt his tired muscles relax when he began to run her soap into his skin. He thought about using her loofa, the fluffy pink thing tempting, but he decided not to. Using her soap was one thing, using the object she rubbed all over her naked body was another.

Oh no, now he was thinking about her taking a shower. (Name) rubbing herself with the loofa, humming to herself as the suds washed away to reveal her breasts and bare p-

Kurapika’s eyes snapped open. He couldn’t think about that, not now. He tucked away those thoughts for later, when he could think about her in the privacy of his bedroom.

Kurapika let the suds rinse away, staring down at his naked body. He had a few new scars from recent missions, and he was still a bit underweight. (Name)’s meals were certainly helping him come back to his normal weight, but just a few weeks wouldn’t cause any major changes.

He wrapped a towel around his waist before stepping out.

‘Oh. I didn’t bring any clothes up either.’

Kurapika was about to sigh and take a walk of shame down the stairs when he spotted a pile of folded clothes on the counter.

On top was a pair of his pajamas. He picked up the shirt and sniffed it, sighing when he could smell the lingering scent of (Name)’s perfume.

‘She brought us a change of clothes?’

He put the clothes on and wrapped his towel around his neck. ‘Maybe she’ll dry my hair for me again…’

Kurapika allowed himself this small amount of happiness.

He glanced to where the boys were in the bathtub, nearly laughing when he saw them playing with random bath toys. It was a rare sight, Killua smiling and acting like the kid he really was.

Kurapika let them have their fun, walking out the bathroom door and closing it behind him. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, (Name) was waiting for him.

“Come on.”

She pulled him to the living room and had him sit on the floor as she dried his hair. “You know, your hair is looking a lot better. Maybe you should just start using my shampoo.”

He didn’t answer, his eyes closed and his head leaning against her knees as her fingers ran through his hair. It was relaxing, and Kurapika was realizing that he really liked his hair being played with.

“You’ve got such pretty hair, Kurapika. I’m glad you’re taking better care of it.”

She finished drying his hair, running her fingers through it one last time.

“… you’re too kind, (Name).”

She hummed. “So I’ve heard, but I don’t think anyone can be too kind.”

‘You can, (Name).’

He remembered the way her face dropped during one of their arguments in York New. Kurapika was so sure after that, he’d never see her smile at him again.

But here she was, letting him lean against her knees as she dried his hair. Him, the man who broke her heart and called her so many mean names. She was doing this for him.

And part of him hated her for it.

“I need to get back to cooking. Will you tell Killua and Gon dinner will be ready in five minutes?”

Kurapika stood. “Of course.”

——————

(Name) dried both of the two boy’s hair as Kurapika made his plate.

“Oh, I cut up some fruit too! It’s sitting in the fridge, could you take it out for me, sweetheart?”

He paused, but recovered quickly. “On it.”

He glanced to the group as he pulled the bowl out. Gon was waiting patiently at (Name)’s feet as Killua got his hair dried.

“All done, go and make your plate.”

Killua stood and Gon too his place.

“I got my hands full with all of you, ya know?”

She squeezed Gon’s cheek, who laughed. “Sorry, but you’re the best at drying hair!”

“Haha, I’m not sure how good of a skill that is to have, but thank you.”

Killua made his plate and sat at the table, farthest away from Kurapika.

“Alright, you’re done.”

Gon jumped up and ran to make his plate, (Name) following behind him. “I’m starving! I could eat all of this!”

(Name) giggled. “You can have as much as you want after I make my plate.”

The four ate dinner, Gon and Killua recounting the fun day they had. It didn’t take long for them to finish their food, the two yawning.

“I think it’s about time for bed. Why don’t you two watch some TV for a bit then get some sleep? I’m gonna go shower.”

She placed her plate in the dishwasher, closing it before sighing. “We’ve got to go shopping then leave for the cabin tomorrow evening. It’ll be a long day, so get plenty of rest.”

“Yes, (Name)!”

Gon gave her a hug before she went upstairs. Kurapika noticed Killua watching her go.

The white haired boy looked… anxious? He was playing with drawstring of his sleeveless hoodie and tapping his foot.

‘Did something happen?’

Kurapika decided not to pry, instead sitting on the far end of the couch and watching some cartoon movie with the two.

He enjoyed spending time with them as well, even if Killua was a bit rude. Kurapika didn’t hold it against him. Mostly.

“Killua, we should get going. It’s getting late.”

Gon pulled Killua to his feet and started to lead him to their shared room.

“… alright.”

The two left, Gon leaving the door cracked open behind him.

‘I should sleep as well. With them, there’s no telling how exhausting tomorrow may be.’

The blonde entered his room and closed the door behind him. If he wanted to sleep, he’d need to jerk off first. He didn’t want to have another wet dream, it made it hard to be around (Name) after.

Though, jerking off to the thought of her didn’t make him feel much better. Besides the overwhelming amount of pleasure, that is.

———————

Kurapika awoke to the sound of someone sneaking down the hallway. A normal person would have never noticed this, but the blonde was far from normal.

He tiptoed to his door and peeked out, spotting Killua running up the stairs.

Kurapika would have ignored it and gone back to bed, but the brief glance he’d gotten from Killua’s face made him worry.

He looked absolutely terrified, something Kurapika had never seen in Killua before.

The blonde concealed his aura, waiting a moment before walking upstairs as well. By then, Killua was long gone, the only indication of where he’d gone being (Name)’s door, left cracked open.

“Killua? Shh, it’s okay.”

Kurapika could hear (Name) talking in a low, soothing voice. He peeked through the crack in the door to see Killua holding onto her, his head on her shoulder. He was blubbering nonsense, his tears soaking into her tshirt.

“I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you alone again, promise.”

‘Leave him alone again? What is she talking about?’

“It… it happened again. Another nightmare about when you…”

(Name) shushed him and scooted over. “Come on, it’s late. You can just sleep with me tonight.”

Killua climbed in without a second thought, clinging onto her like a child would his mother.

“I thought this might happen. You were anxious tonight, right?”

Killua nodded slowly as she ran her fingers through his hair. “Yes… sometimes I remember that day and… can’t stop thinking about it.”

She sighed. “I really wish you would let me enroll you in some therapy. Could do you some good.”

Killua was silent, (Name) realizing he’d fallen asleep. She hummed softly and continued to play with his hair until she fell asleep too.

Kurapika watched the two with soft eyes. She was holding onto him so tenderly, even in her sleep. It was clear the two had bonded greatly between the time Kurapika had seen them last.

‘And… they’re hiding something from me. Something big enough to have traumatized Killua.’

He walked back down the stairs, spotting Gon standing in the hallway.

“Did Killua go to sleep with (Name)?” Gon asked. Kurapika nodded.

“Yes, they’re both asleep now.”

Gon sighed, pushing some hair out of his face. “Sometimes Killua wakes up from some awful nightmares, and the only one that can calm him down is (Name). Something… something happened. I’m not sure what, but Killua was really hurt by whatever it was, and he won’t tell me.”

Kurapika reached out a hand to pat Gon’s shoulder. “It’s not easy telling others about the things that have hurt you. It may take him a while, but I’m sure he’ll open up to you eventually.”

‘If I was around a little longer, maybe they would tell me too.’

He walked back to bed after saying goodnight to Gon. It was 1 am now, meaning he’d have to be up in four hours for a few phone calls before leaving to go shopping with the group.

——————

“Alright everyone, let’s split up to cover more ground. Killua, you’re coming with me. Kurapika, Gon is with you.”

The group were at a local grocery store. Killua had been quiet all morning, clinging to (Name)’s side sleepily.

“I’ll text you the grocery list, okay?”

Kurapika nodded. (Name) walked away hand in hand with Killua, laughing when he leaned against her. “Aww, still sleepy? You can take a nap when we get home.”

The two watched them leave before Kurapika sighed. “He sure is being clinging today.”

Gon nodded, placing a box of cereal into the shopping cart. “Yeah, he usually is after he’s had a nightmare. It’s like he’s scared she’ll disappear or something.”

Kurapika bit his lip. ‘Does his nightmare have something to do with (Name)?’

Kurapika jumped at the sound of his phone going off, realizing it was just the grocery list (Name) had sent them.

The two finished the list easily, meeting back up with the two at the cash register. They checked out, and drove home.

“Okay, I’m going to pick up Leorio, you boys start packing your bags. Killua, you go get a nap. I’ll pack your bag later.”

Killua shook his head and held onto her sleeve. “I’ll go with you.”

Kurapika blinked at the way (Name)’s eyes softened, her hand cupping his cheek. “Oh, of course. Come on.”

He followed her to the mom van, climbing into the front seat.

Kurapika and Gon watched them leave. “It must of been bad for him to still be so clingy.” Gon said, a worried look on his face.

Kurapika nodded.

The two left to pack in their respective rooms. Kurapika packed using the small black suitcase gifted to him by (Name).

Killua and (Name) were back within 30 minutes, Leorio with them now. He seemed to be talking softly with (Name) and Killua, having that same soft look (Name) had when Killua had a nightmare.

‘Leorio must know as well.’ Kurapika thought, frowning.

He knew that they all had grown closer while he was gone, but they’d never been the types to keep secrets from him. Kurapika couldn’t be angry though, he kept plenty of secrets from them.

Leorio walked in, pulling a suitcase behind him. “I haven’t been to the beach since the Hunter Exam! I can’t wait!”

(Name) giggled, Killua following close behind her. He kept a hand on her shirt, and hadn’t said a word since he said he was coming with her earlier.

“I ordered some takeout for dinner. Let’s all do some cleaning up before we have to leave in a few hours. I’ll be folding laundry.”

She handed out brooms and gloves to everyone as she went and sat on the couch, beginning to fold the laundry she had recently washed.

Killua lied his head on her lap and slept as she folded. No one complained, it seemed everyone could tell he’d had a rough night.

“Are you excited, Gon? I know you come from an island but-“

“Yep, I’m very excited!! Last time (Name) took us to the beach, Killua got super sunburnt, it was pretty funny.”

Kurapika snickered. ‘So he gets sunburnt easily?’

“I don’t think you have any right to be laughing when you’re as pasty as Killua.”

Kurapika blinked at Leorio. “Oh. I guess you’re not wrong, I have been… inside more lately, I guess. No time to get a tan.”

He glanced at himself in the mirror again. Slowly fading dark circles under his eyes, a pale face. He didn’t find himself particularly attractive, he wandered why (Name) had called him pretty so many times.

“Well you’ll have plenty of time to soak in the sun when we’re at the beach!” Gon clapped him on the back, smiling.

“You always know how to cheer someone up, Gon.”

The blonde ruffled Gon’s hair as he laughed.

“Alright you two, get to work. I don’t want (Name) having to pick up your slack.”

Gon and Kurapika stuck their tongues out at Leorio before starting their work.

———————

After eating an early dinner, the group piled into the mom van. Leorio was driving, with Kurapika in the passenger seat. Although killua was doing better after his nap, he still requested that (Name) sit next to him in the car. She didn’t seem to mind at all, something that made Kurapika sigh softly.

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable for you in the front seat? You get motion sickness, right?”

(Name) laughed. “I’m surprised you remembered that, Kurapika, but I’m fine! It’s not that long of a drive anyways.”

He didn’t argue with her, there was no point. When (Name) decided to do something for someone else, it was hard to convince her otherwise.

The group began their drive, Leorio watching the road and singing along to some random pop song on the radio. Kurapika didn’t want to admit it, but he was also excited to spend some time under the sun and in the waves.

It didn’t take long for them to reach their destination, just two hours.

The group left the mom van and began to unpack.

“Why did we bring groceries with us? Couldn’t we just shop here?” Gon asked as he carried the ice chest inside.

“Well this place probably has higher prices because of how many tourists there are, so it’s better to bring food from home.”

Kurapika nodded. “Yes, that makes sense. I’m glad you thought of that, (Name).”

She perked up from his compliment, happily strolling inside with Killua close behind.

The cabin was nice, with three bedrooms. The first was the master bedroom, with a queen sized bed, bathroom, and walk in closet.

“This one is mine!” (Name) said with a smile. No one argued.

The second room had two queen sized beds and a large dresser.

The third room had a bunk bed, a trunk full of beach toys, and a small bathroom,

“There’s also an extra bathroom down the hall, with a shower and bath.”

Of course, Killua and Gon claimed the bunk beds immediately, leaving Kurapika and Leorio with the second room.

“Everyone get unpacked and sleep. We’re getting up early tomorrow!”

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HEARTBROKEN COMFORT; HXH MAIN FOUR X READER

ʚ cont; confessing to your crush, what could possibly go wrong? word count ; 1.2k

contents; modern highschool au (no nen), tooth-rottening fluff, you, gon, and killua are 16 while both kurapika and leorio are 17. y/n is kind of stubborn here sorry guys :p

You had never imagined things would turn out like this. The butterflies that once fluttered in your chest were now replaced by a sickening weight of regret. A few weeks ago, you confessed your feelings to him, the boy you’d been secretly admiring for months. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal; you thought even if he didn’t like you back, he’d handle it respectfully. You were wrong.

He had laughed.

That was where it started. Now, three weeks had passed, and each day, the teasing worsened. He’d mock you in front of his friends, calling you names, spreading rumors about how “pathetic” your confession was. Whispers followed you down the hallways, students snickering as you walked past. The torment was unrelenting, and every time you came home to the shared house you lived in with Gon, Killua, Kurapika, and Leorio, you wore a forced smile, pretending everything was fine.

Kurapika had noticed the changes first. He was always so observant—his sharp eyes lingering on your trembling hands or the way you quickly excused yourself to your room after school. Gon had asked if you were feeling alright, his concerned brown eyes staring into yours with a purity that almost made you break down. But every time you were about to crack, you’d shake your head, forcing a laugh. “I’m just tired,” you’d say. “School’s been rough.”

Leorio would grumble about how schools can be stressful, and Killua, though suspicious, would shoot you a playful grin, hoping to cheer you up. But they didn’t know. They had no idea.

That is, until today.

The morning started like any other. You braced yourself for school, your stomach twisting into knots at the thought of seeing him again. When you arrived, everything seemed normal—or as normal as it could be with the looming dread of his taunts. You tried to avoid him, but fate had a cruel way of forcing encounters. You turned the corner near the lockers, only to find him standing there, smirking. His friends lingered behind him, chuckling as they saw you approach.

"Hey, lovebird!" he called out, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Still dreaming about me, huh?"

You bit your lip, holding back the tears threatening to fall. You tried to walk past him, but he grabbed your arm. Panic rose in your chest as you struggled to pull away.

“Let go of me,” you muttered, trying to keep your voice steady.

He grinned maliciously. “What’s the rush? Don’t you wanna talk about your feelings, sweetheart?”

Before you could respond, he slapped you—hard. The sound echoed through the hallway, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze. Your vision blurred, your cheek stinging from the impact, and your heart shattered in your chest. You didn’t notice them at first—Leorio, Kurapika, Gon, and Killua standing at the end of the hall. But their expressions told you they had seen everything.

He laughed—laughed—as he ran down the hallway, his friends following behind, still snickering at his cruelty.

You stood there, trembling, your cheek red and sore, too shocked to move. That’s when Kurapika rushed to you, his arms wrapping around you protectively. He pulled you close, holding you gently as your knees buckled, cradling you as though you might break at any moment.

“Y/N…” his voice was soft, filled with a mixture of concern and anger. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Tears you had been holding back for weeks finally broke free. You sobbed into his chest, the weight of everything crashing down on you at once. Kurapika’s arms tightened around you, his presence calming in the storm of your emotions. Gon knelt beside you, his face pale with worry, his hand resting on your shoulder.

Meanwhile, Killua and Leorio were already halfway down the hall, chasing after the boy. Leorio’s voice boomed with rage. “I’ll kill him! How dare he—"

Killua, though quieter, was no less furious. His eyes were narrowed, a dark intensity in him as he mumbled under his breath, “Coward...”

But you couldn’t focus on that. All you could do was cry, your body trembling in Kurapika’s arms. Gon stayed by your side, his voice soft and comforting. “It’s going to be okay, Y/N. We’re here. We’ve got you.”

When they brought you home that day, it felt like the weight of the world had lifted, but only slightly. You couldn’t hide it anymore. That night, as you sat around the living room, you told them everything. You spoke of the bullying, the teasing, how it had gotten worse and worse after your confession.

"I thought I could handle it," you whispered, staring at the floor. "I didn’t want to worry you guys."

Leorio, sitting across from you, clenched his fists, his anger barely restrained. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? We could’ve stopped it.”

“I didn’t want to be a burden,” you muttered, tears welling up again. “I thought it would just go away.”

Kurapika shook his head, his voice soft but firm. “Y/N, you’re never a burden. You should’ve told us. We’re your friends—we’re here for you.”

You wanted to believe him, but everything was so overwhelming. The shame, the anger, the frustration all bubbled up inside you until you couldn’t stand it anymore. Without another word, you stood up abruptly and ran to your room, slamming the door behind you. You didn’t know how to process everything, and the last thing you wanted was to see their concerned faces.

For the next day, you barely left your room. They knocked on your door, each of them taking turns trying to talk to you. Killua's voice was casual, hiding his concern with jokes. "Come on, Y/N, don’t make me pick the lock. You know I will."

Gon was more earnest, his voice gentle. "We just want to make sure you’re okay."

Leorio’s frustration was palpable, but so was his care. "You can’t hide in there forever. Just talk to us."

Kurapika was patient, his voice calm and soothing. "We’ll be here whenever you’re ready."

But you weren’t ready. Not yet.

It wasn’t until the next morning that you finally emerged from your room, pale, with red-rimmed eyes from crying. You shuffled down the stairs, heading to the kitchen. As soon as they saw you, they rushed over, concern etched on their faces.

Gon reached out to you first, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

You gave a weak smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “I’m… I’m okay.”

Killua crossed his arms, his usual nonchalance tinged with worry. “You sure? You don’t look okay.”

Leorio leaned against the counter, his arms folded, studying you with a mixture of frustration and empathy. “You don’t have to pretend, Y/N. You went through a lot.”

Kurapika stepped closer, his gaze soft. “You don’t have to talk if you’re not ready. But just know we’re here.”

You looked at each of them—your friends, your family—and the overwhelming warmth of their support finally broke through the remaining walls you had built. Tears welled up in your eyes once more, but this time, they weren’t tears of pain or fear.

“I… I don’t know what I’d do without you guys,” you whispered.

Gon gave you a bright smile, his eyes warm. “You don’t have to worry about that. We’re not going anywhere.”

Killua rolled his eyes, though his grin betrayed his true feelings. “Yeah, you’re stuck with us, like it or not loser.”

Leorio gave a gruff nod, his expression softening. “And if that guy ever tries anything again, he’ll have to deal with us.”

And for the first time in weeks, you felt a spark of hope.

You weren’t alone.

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