#kurapika is now drowning in an undescribable empitness

[white-poppie]

Pretty boy with sad eyes

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Character: Kurapika Kurta x G! n reader

Source: Anime- Hunter x Hunter

Genre: Hurt-comfort

Warnings: touch rotting fluff, wounds, exhaustion

Writer: @white-poppie

Recommended Music: https://open.spotify.com/track/0fZgk63gZmMA38fosHGMyk?si=75530297777b46fc (So this is love from Cinderella)

this can be treated as a second part to The Last Kurta or a fic as its own

The doorbell rang like a death knell. For the past few days, you had been on the tip of the sword. You knew Kurapika had been hunting the troupe, which put both you and him in danger. His work kept him far away from you, but at this point, any mistake could be fatal for both.

You peeped through the eye-hole. Gaze meeting a lock of golden hair. Kurapika. You could recognize that hair from a mile. Fingers fumbling with the doorknob, you opened the door harshly.

A disoriented Kurapika met your eyes. Eyebags from being forced to work until exhaustion, yet with a gentle smile that warmed your heart.

"Welcome home," you said as softly as possible, eyes moist from overwhelming emotions.

He stepped in from the entrance, arms snaking around your waist, leaning under your touch and nuzzling his nose in your hair. His cologne smelled subtle, like the scent of night blooms tenderly kissing the air.

"I missed you," he whispered in a dulcet tone that pulled your heartstrings.

Your arms wrapped around his ribs, forced to pull back as a low growl of pain escaped his throat.

"You are hurt," you said tucking his hair behind his ear.

"I am fine, love," he said reassuringly.

"Can I see it?" your voice trembled at the thought of him being hurt, "sit down first, you are barely standing."

He sighed, removing his shoes and walking into the house. He collapsed on the couch, breathing erratic and barely any strength.

After giving him a glass of water you helped him out of his socks, tie, belt and coat.

Your fingers shakily unbuttoned his shirt, under some other circumstances it would have been attractive, you lowered your gaze trying to hide the blush that formed on your face.

Kurapika slightly chuckled at that, but your eyes were fixated on the poorly wrapped gauze around his rib.

"Who did this?"

"Melody."

"Melody hurt you?" You gaped in shock.

"No silly, Melody dressed the wound up, we did not have any medical supplies during the mission," he paused, his eyes not leaving yours, "Feitan did it."

You nodded in understanding, slowly getting up and bringing the medical kit. You gently untied the gauze, your cold hands tingling against his flushed skin.

The gash ran from his upper rib to almost near his diaphragm. You cleaned the wound and secured it so that water cannot enter the wound.

"I will run a bath for you, make sure not to get water on the wound."

He shakily stood up, you sighed and helped him to the washroom.

You placed a stool under the hand shower, wrapping a towel around the gauze and giving him another so he could cover himself up while you turned around.

Your hands brushed through his hair, taking a pump of his shampoo your fingers massaged through his scalp.

A sound of satisfaction left his throat, "this is nice."

"Close your eyes before they actually turn red," you said washing his hair.

"Ha-ha very funny."

"Wet the towel and take a dry bath, don't risk the wound getting infected."

You waited for a while, cutting up some fruits for him. He came back dressed in sweats and a loose black teeshirt.

"Sit," you said, drying the excess water off his beautiful hair and presenting him with the fruit salad.

"Eat up, if you feel more hungry I will make something else."

He smiled cupping your face and leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

"Thank you."

"For what?" You beamed, arms encircled around his neck, "you are the one who is neglecting their health, not me."

His warm lips collided with your nose, then cheeks, then forehead, leaving jittery butterfly kisses all over your face, "Thank you, for being the one person I can come back to, angel."

A/N (0/////////0) (White_poppie, cause of death too much fluff.)

It's pretty visible how much I am a sucker for the injury troupe and even this pretty boy here.

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