#kuropaku

[kiwizoom]

KuroPaku genderswap

[cureofthenonesense]

SUGGESTIVE

Sometimes, having a woman is a little too much of a blessing

[effei-s]

so.... remember when Togashi dropped this?

and if that wasn't enough, now we have THIS:

my honest reaction to this information:

[frcsss]

fanfic authors NEED to explore this theme, man... i'm starving for stories of Chrollo hitting on Paku and being rejected due to her restriction. there are so many possibilities of character studies here ughhh they make me sick

[laforzadelvoila]

Reunion (Chrollo x Pakunoda)

Notes: I've been really interested in Hunter x Hunter lately, and although I haven't finished reading all the manga arcs, I've been following the new chapters and have developed a fascination with Phantom Troupe, in particular with these two characters.

I've been thinking a lot about Chrollo and Paku's tragedy, so this little one-shot is an outgrowth of that. I don't know, maybe I will write other fanfics about them or other HXH characters.

I'm sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language.

The small, skinny black kitten let out a weak meow, catching the attention of the tall, slender teenager girl who was walking among the debris piled up in that dump. The blonde girl crouched down and petted the poor cat, who began to purr weakly. She took a piece of bread out of her pocket and offered it to the little creature, who desperately accepted the portion of food, tearing off chunks of bread.

Pakunoda gave a sad smile. Since she was a child, she had the habit of feeding the abandoned animals she found in Meteor City with the little she had left, even when she herself barely had anything to eat. The cat finished swallowing the bread, rubbing itself affectionately against the gentle girl's hands.

“Paku?” a simultaneously strange and familiar voice called her.

When she turned around, the cat ran towards the owner of the voice: a teenage boy the same age as her, with completely black hair, eyes and clothes. For a moment, Pakunoda barely recognized him, but it didn't take long for her to realize that this grown-up young man in front of her was her best friend and childhood crush, whom she hadn't seen in three years.

“Chrollo?” she approached the boy, who was petting the black cat.

Paku knew that the Chrollo she had known as a child had already died three years ago. After all, a part of herself, her innocence and her dreams also died on that same rainy night when the two, together with their friends, discovered Sarasa's dismembered body inside a garbage bag suspended from a branch of a tree. The brutal death of their dear friend was the final straw for the Something Troupe; the miserable inhabitants of Meteor City did not officially exist on paper, making them easy targets for heinous people with macabre interests — long before Sarasa, other children there faced a similar fate — and they couldn't simply accept anymore that their lives didn't matter to the world, that they would never have justice in their lives. All that amateur troupe wanted was to have fun dubbing episodes of Power Cleaners and cheer up other children as wretched as them, but as long as they lived in a place as vulnerable as Meteor City, they would never truly have peace or security.

Pakunoda wanted to remember all of this so that there would be no doubt about what she should do next, so that she would never forget her motivations, why she and Chrollo decided to follow such a dark path: to never again let the inhabitants of Meteor City, human beings with dreams and full of life, be treated like mere punching bags by outsiders. They would be villains who would terrorize the world, damning their own souls so they could protect their bonds thinner than water, and yet thicker than blood.

“You look so tall!” commented Paku, laughing, astonished. When they were kids, Chrollo was easily one of the smallest kids in the Troupe, but now he was almost as tall as her. “And your voice, you sound so mature now—”

“And you've become even more beautiful,” Chrollo said affectionately, a slight blush covering his cheeks.

Paku didn't know how to react for a moment, feeling her cheeks burning. When she first saw Chrollo that evening, she thought not only about how much he had grown, but also how handsome he had become, and her beating heart was taken by surprise by the boy's sweet sincerity.

“You know, you too,” she laughed, shaking her head in amusement, which caused her bangs to slide slightly to the right.

Chrollo was very close to her now. When he raised his hand to straighten her errant lock of hair, Paku finally registered the closeness between them and, startled, suddenly pulled away, her heart racing. The boy was very surprised by her abrupt reaction, the two looked at each other for a few confusing seconds, as if they were strangers; the cat jumped back to the ground in the meantime.

“I'm sorry,” the young man finally said, seeming to feel guilty, although he himself didn't quite understand what had just happened.

He assumed she didn't want him to touch her, and Chrollo feared he had invaded her privacy without realizing it. He felt naïve. Why had he thought that he and Paku would be as close as before? After all, three years had passed, why had he thought that the feelings they had for each other would be the same as before? Paku had no reason to continue to reciprocate those feelings, especially considering that because of the path Chrollo and his friends decided to take, he could never offer her the life she deserved. And the guilt he felt about it tighten his heart.

“No!” Pakunoda quickly tried to explain herself, nervously. “You didn't do anything wrong, I just forgot to tell you that… you can't touch me. And I can't touch you either.”

Chrollo looked surprised and intrigued, but stayed silent so she could continue her explanation.

“Three years ago, when we all swore to offer our lives and follow you on this mission, we also decided that we would find ways to become stronger,” Paku told him “While you were away on your training journey, we were also training.”

“So all of you can also use Nen now?” asked Chrollo, unable to help but feel proud of his friends.

“Yes,” she nodded “I am a Specialist, I trained with Renko-san. My ability allows me to 'read' people's minds from physical contact, in particular their memories.”

“If you are a Specialist, then your ability must have restrictions,” said Chrollo, starting to understand everything.

“I swore on my Nen that I would never read your memories,” Pakunoda finally revealed.

There was much unsaid in the silence that followed. In truth, Paku's restriction was about never touching the person she loved most, but admitting the last part out loud was very difficult. Chrollo deduced, partially correctly, that she had decided never to read his memoirs out of respect of his wish that no one else would know what was written in the terrible letter left by Sarasa's killers. That was true, but Pakunoda's decision was also related to her fear of her own feelings; the life they swore to follow offered no room for love, especially for the one who would be their leader. At least, that's what she believed.

“It's okay,” Chrollo smiled gently at her. “Thanks for everything.”

Paku raised her head, looking directly into the boy's obsidian eyes. She forced herself to smile too. In the end, they concluded, the most important thing was that they would always be by each other's side. They both thought about the last time they touched: during Sarasa's funeral, Chrollo and Paku held hands as they watched the small coffin being buried.

They didn't need to speak out loud what they thought so that the other could understand. Something about their relationship that they both always appreciated was the fact that they understood each other so well, practically like soulmates. Paku feared the increasing emotional distance between them that would inevitably occur, but was aware that it was all for the greater good. She tried to avoid thinking about the idea that she had somehow given up on understanding the person she loved.

“Chrollo, you son of a bitch! You finally came back and you didn't even come looking for us?” a thunderous cheerful voice that suddenly interrupted them made the ground shake.

Uvogin had always been a tall guy, but now he was over two meters tall. He and Chrollo shook hands, though the younger one ended up being lifted off the ground in the process.

“Don't be like that, Uvo. I was looking for you guys, but it just happened that Paku was the first one I found,” Chrollo explained calmly, amused.

Pakunoda and Chrollo exchanged glances. She wasn't sure if he had actually found her first “accidentally,” but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that they were finally reunited.

Behind Uvogin walked Machi, Shalnark, and Feitan, but there were still other members to appear at the first meeting of the Phantom Troupe. Chrollo knew that from that day on, they would be The Spiders, they would be the most terrifying criminal group in the world, and there was still much work and sacrifices to be made — and, having assumed the role of leader, he needed to focus on their mission.

“Everything will be fine,” Chrollo and Paku thought, hiding their anguish and insecurities.

[stingray-art]

He had to stop himself from fiddling with the gold band, so unfamiliar on his finger.  Acting the part of a dashing ladies' man for his jobs was one thing, but a doting and devoted husband was another. Especially when it was her.

Based on @ladycrescentvenus’s fic, Lucifer’s 13, for the Greed Island Server card #13, Luck Bankbook 💎

@hxhevents

[capripian-arts]

[ID: A digital painting of Pakunoda kissing Chrollo's wrist with tenderness. Her expression is soft and sorrowful, and her hair obscures the point of contact. Only Chrollo's hand and sleeve are visible. The scene is lit in a soft glow. End ID]

Illustration of a moment from celestial blues, my kuropaku fic. They live in the overlap of worship and love.

Speedpaint here | Commission me here | Find this on inprnt here

[dear-bunnie]

Was listening to ‘Join me in death’ by HIM and that song is soooo Kuropaku coded.

[malvo-ish]

I will just post it like that 😮‍💨 we're all Chrollo lets be real

[clownishstarfish]

KuroPaku is canon in my eyes cuz what the hell you having matching wedding cards for.

[green-apple-juice]

KUROPAKU WEDDING CARDS DROPPED

[kiwizoom]

Rom trope prompt! I picked Dominant Subordinate

[cureofthenonesense]

Cwowo wucifuh

[stingray-art]

I love it so much, it’s so sad 😭💛

Please check out her writing, it’s AMAZING!!

New fanfic focusing on the doomed romance of Chrollo/Pakunoda 💔

This was written as a gift for @stingray-art as a part of a challenge for the Greed Island Game Master Server.

[nynyhaha]

Me seeing all the Chrollo ships and Chrollo x reader posts knowing Damn well he’s ace 🤗🌝🌚

[opalwatch]

im sorry for posting so much the autism is so strong today

phantom troupe music tastes inspired by @spidersinyourshoes

chrollo: -only listens to classical composers because he can't stand "modern sounds" (why else would lacrimosa be playing during uvo's requiem? /j) -thats all

feitan: -only listens to two genres: screamo and vocaloid -only listens to two subgenres of vocaloid: super upbeat silly stuff (popipo, age age again, etc) and maretu (and also tokyo teddy bear) -he really likes poppy's more recent albums

pakunoda: -eva is saying she listens to mitski, and i agree, but i think thats more of a machi thing -wait no she bets on losing dogs canonically (rip kuropaku) -billie eilish -modern covers of old swing songs (lady gaga's cover of "That's Life") -oh she also listens to lady gaga -loves the Heathers soundtrack tbh

machi: -just enjoys girly pop music -melanie martinez (but she only pirates the music because she hates her, she really likes portals. she likes the fairy vibes) -mitski, but she tries not to get too sad over it -penelope scott, and is eternally angry she was bullied off the internet -songs that trend on tiktok, but the good ones that evoke villainry vibes >:) -olivia rodrigo -chappel roan

shizuku -more alternative rock-esque -she forgor (jk) -glass animals -fall out boy and panic! at the disco (she hates pray for the wicked she HATES IT) -bo burnham

Hisoka -diddy (IM JOKING) -melanie martinez (started listening to her after the allegations EVA WROTE THAT) -pray for the wicked (he likes the other p!atd stuff too) -chappel roan (does hot to go dance in shower) -lady gaga (he listened to Judas and that's what gave him the idea to betray the troupe)

Illumi -claims he's "too sophisticated to listen to music" -borrows Kalluto's MP3 player to listen to the fnaf songs secretly -Shalnark showed him Chrissy Chlapecka and he started crying

franklin -imagine dragons (im sorry) -listens to 100 gecs with kortopi sitting on his shoulders (theyre sharing a set of wired earbuds) but he doesnt really get it (also the earbud keeps falling out cuz his ears are too big)

Phinks -i have the really unpopular opinion that phinks is a republican -listens to joe rogan podcast and ben shapiro (im so so sorry) -country rock -cries to "I'm Just Ken" -Queen

Kalluto: -video game fan songs (FNaF like tryhardninja and CG5) -undertale soundtrack -the hazbin hotel soundtrack (kikyo found out and grounded him for a week)

Shalnark: -there is no correct answer other than gay pop -chrissy chlapecka -jojo siwa (he heard pakunoda listening to it ironically and didnt understand it was a joke) -PAiDA -chappel roan, i fear this is common sense

Nobunaga -doesnt listen to music, listens to podcasts and brags about it

Kortopi -100 gecs (no one else can explain why he likes it)

Bonolenov -eva says system of a down but i dont know anything about their music so -eva says he blows into his arms and just enjoys the sounds -enjoys old warped music from early radio

Uvogin: -trap -Queen (eva says the two genres cant coexist in one person but idc im RIGHT) -eva says cannibal corpse (idk who that is why am i letting eva (a nerd) dictate my shitpost)

this was mostly for shits and giggles but i stand by shalnark, chrollo, feitan, and machi