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hentai-dreams-shop · 2 years ago

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what the hxh main 4 and adult trio do for first dates!

gon freecs

〆　parks.

〆　gon will bring you to the greatest natural park there is—whale island. he’ll pack a picnic basket and you guys set off on a full day camp. gon will plan your itinerary, but in a way that makes it seem spontaneous

〆　picking flowers? check. nuts and berries? check. romantic fishing on the lake? check. gon loves nature, and in this way he hopes he can get you to appreciate what he loves too

〆　you and him end off the day toasting s’mores and marshmallows by a campfire and watching the stars. it’s been a fun day, and you are more than ready to go to bed in gon’s arms

〆　p.s. gon definitely asked killua for relationship advice

killua zoldyck

〆　killua is a great date, so when it comes to the one he loves most, he’ll definitely do his best to make sure the day goes perfectly fine

〆　mf’s rich af, so whatever you want, he’ll buy it for you. bubble tea, Gucci bags, and everything in between. “You want that? Get it, here’s my card.”

〆　he isn’t like gon in the sense that he’s openly heartfelt, but you can sense the tenderness behind his aloof facade. his cheeks are slightly pink throughout, and he insists on carrying everything you bought. killua isn’t very big with pda, but he will give you the occasional peck on the cheek, or brush of hand to hand

〆　most likely he will take you to a skateboard park too, to teach you how to skate if you don’t know. killua loves praise, so he’d show off a couple cool tricks with his skateboard. clap loudly, he loves that

〆　ends off the day with a rooftop dinner alone, just the two of you and the starry night sky

kurapika kurta

〆　kurapika rarely takes the day off, but for you, he practically begs light nostrade to give him an off day so he can spend time with you

〆　kurapika’s a dinner date guy. he’ll show up to your house at 6, maybe rent a limo or something because he’s sweet like that. he’ll dress formal, in a sharp black suit and tie, so you should too because if you’re dating kurapika you’re going somewhere formal

〆　he’d take you dancing. no, not nightclub twerking, actual ballroom dancing. kurapika’s actually a great dancer, and he can’t wait to show it off to you

〆　he’d bring you to this fancy ass French restaurant and order the 200k dollar meals. no matter how many times you protest, he insists on paying for everything, smiling softly across the table as he takes your hand into his

〆　the full package. candlelit meal, romantic rooftop dinner, privacy, classical music humming softly in the background. you end off the day with fireworks exploding in the night sky

leorio paladiknight

〆　leorio isn’t a very romantic person, not like killua or kurapika. leorio, however, is rich, so he spoils you in your first date with exactly that

〆　he’s not smooth, but he tries. leorio is the type to think up cheesy pick up lines (chemistry pick up lines) and rattle them off with you. it’s not very charming, but it’s cute

〆　he doesn’t prepare much for the date, and ngl your dinner will be at some random eatery or bar. but he pays for all your alcohol, and gets drunk right along with you

〆　conclusion, your first date is kind of messy, but you enjoy it all the same

〆　I hope I spelled his name correctly

illumi zoldyck

〆　illumi never thought dates were necessary unless it was to gain information or assassinate someone. so when you pulled the date idea, he deadpans at you with the most emotionless face known to man.

〆　he doesn’t really understand why you wanted one (he probably just thought you’d get engaged and marry him without him going out of his way to do something special). anyways, illumi has absolutely no idea how to plan for a fucking date and when he finally agreed to it, he wondered what he was getting himself into

〆　illumi is totally the type that googles dating plans and tips because he doesn’t know how to do them himself

〆　illumi would memorise a list of tips and do every single thing. from spoiling you to complimenting you, he does everything. he’s not fond of pda, so he avoids that

〆　it’s kind of mechanical tbh

〆　but illumi would buy you a good meal at the end and watch you enjoy yourself eating. he isn’t really an eater, and he much prefers to watch you eat

〆　“did you enjoy yourself?” in his signature deadened tone

hisoka morow

〆　this guy. where do I even begin with him 💀

〆　you probably met via some kidnapping or an epic Nen battle. to date hisoka, strength is a prerequisite, or he won’t even look at you

〆　this guy’s idea of first dates would be going out on a lovely joint mission for the phantom troupe, murdering some people and having a perfectly bloody time, and after which you guys head to a nightclub where hisoka gets you drunk and fucks you

〆　hisoka wouldn’t be a good date. just saying

〆　he’s probably in it for the sex, or to fight you one day. this guy has sadistic tendencies, and when I say so, he has a lot

〆　nightclubs and bars. hisoka would take you to these places. he’d buy you all the tequila shots you want, but mf is definitely looking to get you drunk

〆　flirts a lot during the course of the whole mission

〆　the rest is self explanatory

chrollo lucifer

〆　tbh, chrollo, killua, gon and kurapika are the only decent dates here

〆　chrollo is a lot like kurapika. he’d take you out for a nice formal dinner, with great wine, great music, the whole package. difference is, chrollo enjoys long quiet hours where you two just read and enjoy each other’s presence

〆　he’d pause phantom troupe activities and leave pakunoda and shalnark in charge of the gang. they won’t question him, but they admit it is strange for the boss to take a break for a date, especially if he has no ulterior motive

〆　long walks in the park after the rain. coffee and croissants in quaint cafes. library dates. there’s a good chance chrollo would plan these dates for the both of you

〆　he doesn’t talk a lot, but you feel perfectly safe with him. the occasional compliment, a sweet smile. chrollo is the type that loves long discussions about books, and he loves it if you’re familiar with ancient poetry or literature too

〆　overall chrollo’s a great date

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illuminateandrelate · 7 years ago

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Fallen: A Newtmas AU Chapter 3

It was him, Thomas had never been more sure about anything in his entire life.

It was him, Thomas had never been more sure about anything in his entire life, and the look on Newts face- an odd mixture of horror and relief just about seemed to prove it. He opened his mouth to respond to Thomas when a daunting shadow blocked out the streaming sunlight. Thomas froze, the sudden darkness seeping into his blood, the hair on the back of his neck stood up as he slowly turned his head up to meet the grimacing face of Mr. Janson.

"Now boys, as much as I appreciate this little reunion here. Truly heartwarming." He leaned in closer, getting down on his knees so he became eye-level with them. "I think it would be best continued somewhere else, say... scraping the gum off the bottom of each and every-one of these desks later this week?" He smirked, his beady eyes now staring directly into Thomas's.

"S- sorry sir," Thomas spoke, turning back to his desk face steaming with shame as he flipped his syllabus over refusing to look anywhere but down at it until the redness that had devoured his face receded. Janson stood for one more beat before Thomas heard him exhale loudly out his nose, and (using their desks as a support) lifted himself from the ground.

Janson began talking again and this time Thomas forced himself to listen. Newt's presence like a persistent light bulb breaking through the darkness next to him, simply humming with energy, it felt similar to the way he felt when he was younger and his father had been showing him how the house's electricity worked. Thomas remembered the crackling of blue, zigzagging in no particular pattern. The way you could just tell it was live, the power it held, and the way he'd wanted to reach out his fingers despite knowing he'd get shocked. It was impeding, Thomas thought, he'd be lucky to get much work done in here this year.

Most of all though he wanted to know where the wings went, maybe he'd imagined them, that was always a possibility. His mother always told him his imagination used to give him so much grief when he was a child. That he'd scare so easy. He was so sure though, so sure they were real. Their soft gossamer-like feathers shimmering beneath the artificial yellow of a flashlight, the soft gasp that had escaped from his mouth, the childhood wonder of something being real. He'd never struggled to accept that ideology like he'd believed it anyway like he hadn't even needed to see it. Now he wasn't so sure. Now he needed proof, nothing intangible was real, nothing unseeable save for perhaps atoms and the like.

For all, he knew the boy next to him thought he was insane. Something in his stomach dipped as if he'd just dropped at the top of a coaster. What if that's all it had been? What if the look of shock Thomas had thought he'd seen was just confusion and now he had detention for nothing? But no- those eyes, those eyes. Like the tender earth, whole and warm, a shelter, but the moment they met yours, you felt as if you'd impacted the very ground they seemed to be colored after. The shock left reverberating up your arms and into your chest.

Thomas's leg shook furiously beneath the table with a sort of anxiety-induced energy as he drifted back into reality from his mental excursion. Janson was talking about linear equations and "review" for the beginning of the semester's plan. A set of worksheets was passed about and Thomas found himself mindlessly plowing through the numbers and variables. He'd always liked math, it was simplistic, logical, and everything made sense in it even when nothing else in life would.

Fifteen minutes had passed and Thomas pushed the now completed worksheets to the end of his desk, slouching down into his desk he began rhythmically tapping his pencil against the side of his leg. He didn't dare try to speak again, already unsure if Janson had been serious about the gum scraping or not; he'd have to ask at the end of class. Instead, he let his eyes freely wander about the room. Some people like Thomas had finished and were now doodling on their papers, others, worked quietly. Janson had seemingly terrified everyone into silence with his earlier remarks and aggression so the room was silent save for the soft scraping of pencils scribbling on paper and the low hum of technology. He could tell Minho was still working by the harsh scribbling sound emitting from behind him.

In an attempt to at least try to maintain some discretion, he flicked his eyes only to where "Issac" worked. His sheets were completely blank, each and every problem either blank or filled with a messy attempt at the numbers. And now, Thomas saw, he was simply doodling on the side margins of the paper. Little drawings of what looked like towers spiraling, their points piercing clouds, stairs, intricate gates of branching out vines. An entire city derived from graphite, completely alien to anything Thomas had ever seen in his life. Thomas wanted to lean closer, the drawings were quite good, hyper-realistic and detailed. Their soft lines like whispers of something more gracefully caressing the paper. He could tell there was more, but that rest was covered by Issac's arm. It was placed almost too carefully in a concealing position as if he were trying to hide whatever else he had drawn.

Thomas was debating fake getting up to grab a tissue just to see what could possibly be behind his arm when the bell rang and Issac quickly flipped the binder shut, completely concealing the sketches. Deflating, Thomas turned back to his own work, placing the syllabus inside his notebook and cramming into his backpack. Minho stood up at the desk behind him, completed worksheets clutched into his fist as he waited for his friend to complete packing up.

"Go on ahead," Thomas stood, swinging the bag over one shoulder, "I have a few things to clear up." Minho raised an eyebrow, eyes flicking to Newt walking out, and then back to Thomas. "Go," He egged him on again, this time waving his hand in a dismissive gesture- then- "I'll explain later."

Minho handed his paper to Harriet walking by as she offered to put it in for him, thanking her, before turning back to Thomas, "you better."

He sighed as his friend walked out the classroom, his own papers still in his hand. How the hell was he supposed to explain this? How do you explain to someone something you don't even fully remember yourself? He wasn't sure if that memory was even real, looking back. In that moment earlier it had felt so real. The way it had existed though was just so... fragmented, just a series of shots and visuals, it felt like a dream. So why was he so sure it hadn't been?

"Do you need something?" Thomas blinked snapping back from his thoughts to turn towards Mr. Janson, the dry paper still stiff in his hands

"I- I was just-" he stuttered, the sudden one-on-one with a teacher causing his mouth to flounder for a minute- a fish out of water- before he found his voice, "I was just going to apologize for earlier, and ask if you actually want me to scrape gum off desks." He fell silent, trying his best to stand calmly as he awaited the teacher's response.

Janson took the paper from his hands, eyes skimming the answers briefly before looking back up at Thomas and responding, "That was a warning," he began walking back towards his desk slowly. "Besides, it the first day, there isn't even any gum to clean off yet," Janson added Thomas's sheets to a stack on top of his desk- then turning back briefly, "Now get out of my classroom." Thomas nodded, stuttering his thanks and hurrying over to the heavy door.

The sudden hallway of humid air was oddly refreshing compared to heavy, weighted stuff he'd just been breathing in that room with Janson. He heard to door close with a soft click behind him and he started down the linoleum tiles towards his locker, sunlight spilling from the large panel of windows making up part of the wall opposite of the lockers. Whoever had designed that had clearly not been taking into account the idea of evaporation mixed with sweaty teens.

As he walked, he noticed the halls were oddly cleared out for the school having just been in session. They seemed bigger without all the students occupying space, more echo-y; he couldn't say he minded the pleasant silence rather than obnoxious screaming. Continuing down his steps rhythmic taps against the blue floor his mind drifted back to Issac.

Say maybe it had happened. Maybe he had found him in his past if that were the case what was he even supposed to do something like that? Did the situation even matter? For the thousandth time in his life, he wished everything had a formula to find the conclusion. It would certainly make life a lot simpler. Just insert the numbers corresponding to a and b to find the slope, he chuckled inwardly. Head now spinning with an odd mix of probability, and memories he couldn't remember he hardly noticed when he was directly in front of his locker.

He sighed, resting his head against the locker and closing his eyes for a moment before pulling back and turning in the combination. He pulled out his English book wanting to get a head start on the story before the rest of his class and shut his locker. A loud clang ringing out of which he jumped at, the sudden sound alien in the dead quiet of the hall. He was just beginning to laugh at himself for his jumpiness when his peripheral vision caught the face.

Hi guys!! Thanks for reading this chapter, if you enjoyed be sure to comment, like, and share. I'm not sure if I mentioned this, but constructive criticism is always welcomed.

ALSO: I will make a taglist so if you want to follow the story you get updates when a new chap comes out. Send an ask if you want on.

Chapter 4 is here:

http://illuminateandrelate.tumblr.com/post/170501700714/fallen-a-newtmas-au-chapter-4

Chapter 1 link:

http://illuminateandrelate.tumblr.com/post/170288546504/fallen-a-newtmas-au-chapter-1

Chapter 2 link:

http://illuminateandrelate.tumblr.com/post/170324575374/fallen-a-newtmas-au-chapter-2

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