#or just. kurapika's disguise

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Hi there you've probably seen me liking a bunch of your reunited chapters. I absolutely adore what you're doing and what you're planning on in the future!

I would like to make a request with the werewolf kurapika! (Im hoping a spelled that right)

Can we get werewolf kurapika slowly falling in love with sweet fluffy witch reader? ( you see witches in black this witch wears pastels in the highest fasion)

Its only when kurapika ends up in a rut does he realize how much he loves his little strawberry witch and that's not the rut ridden breeding obsessed brain of his talking.

So if this is alright I hope you have a wonderful day and always remind werewolf kurapika that only good boys get head pats!

A witch and her werewolf pt2

Werewolf!Kurapika x Fem!Witch!Reader

warning: spicy, Kurapika is going into rut ><

a/n: I had to split this up into another part because tumblr is being laggy, sorry! 😭🙏

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

part 1

part 3

Kurapika watched over you as you slept, pulling your blanket to your chin. He was humming gently, petting your head much like you to him.

He didn’t understand quite why, yet, but he’d grown incredibly protective over you the past few months he’d been under your care. Kurapika enjoyed watching you, being near you, feeling your touch.

You seemed to think of him as a friend, perhaps even a pet, but Kurapika was neither. He was your protector, the only one allowed to curl up next to you in bed and give you secret kisses on the top of your head.

He couldn’t help it, gently lapping at your cheek. You grumbled in your sleep, cuddling into him further.

Kurapika rested his chin on top of your head, tail smacking against the bed as he held you. ‘Happy…’ he thought, a purr rumbling in his chest.

——————

“Pika… you gotta let me get up.”

You attempted again to wiggle out of his arms, feeling him growl lowly. Kurapika was usually very reasonable, but when it came to getting out of bed in the mornings, he became stubborn and whiny.

“Just a little longer…” he said, nuzzling his cheek against yours. “Sleepy…”

You pout but give in and scratch between his ear, earning a content sigh. “Okay, okay, but only five more minutes.”

He cooed, happily burying his face in your neck to inhale your scent. You’d gotten used to his affections, continuing to pet his head.

After the five minutes, he finally let you go, allowing you to go and bathe as he prepared breakfast. Once you were out of the bath, he was quick to rush over and sniff you, causing you to giggle. “Kurapika, don’t forget you’re cooking!”

He blinked, pulling his head away from your neck to rush back to the kitchen.

After breakfast, you go about doing your chores. You wash clothes, fix up a few potions and salves to sell, sew up a hole in one of Kurapika’s tabards, then get yourself dressed to go into town.

Kurapika always felt his eyes soften when he watched you walk out of your room. You wore the prettiest of dresses, today it was a soft pink covered in little strawberries. You grab your basket and Kurapika holds your satchel.

“Alright, Pika, let’s get going!”

He follows you around town, occasionally growling at anyone that got too close, especially those of the male variety. Another disguised werewolf attempted to get near you, only for Kurapika to quickly nuzzle into you, marking you with his scent.

‘Mine, back off.’ Kurapika says with his eyes, his teeth bared at the man. He was quick to leave, sensing Kurapika was much stronger than him.

“Hmm? Something wrong, Pika?”

He melts when you scratch under his chin to calm him down a little, the blonde shaking his head. “No, no nothing is wrong. Never when I’m with you.”

You laugh. “Okay then, let’s get the shopping done then.”

—————

Kurapika helped you put up the provisions you bought, stealing a piece of jerky, which earned him a giggle for you. “If you’re hungry I can make you something.”

He’s quick to shake his head. “No, just wanted to try it!”

You pet his head, causing his tail to wag. “Okay, okay. I’ve got work on some chores, could you hunt something for dinner?”

He jumps up, nodding. “Yeah, anything you want in particular.”

“No, get whatever is easiest for you.”

Kurapika begins undressing, handing you his tabard before pulling off his shirt. Even though he undresses every time he transforms, it still flusters you every time. He finishes, turning his head away as he folds his clothes and places them in your arms.

“Kurapika?”

He turns his head, ears perking up at your voice. “Yes?”

“Be careful, okay?”

His face turns red and he can’t help but keep forward and muzzle against you, cooing happily. “I will! You don’t have to worry about me!”

You squeak, wiggling out of his arms. “Kurapika, no, you’re naked!”

You hide your face, and his ears flatten against his head. “Oh, sorry…”

You peek at him from behind your fingers, seeing that he was pouting. “Aww, Pika… I’m not mad, come here…”

He did so, purring when you scratch under his chin. “Okay, now go before it gets too dark.”

Kurapika whined a little, but did leave. His body was still buzzing from your affection, and when he looked down, he became confused.

His cock was standing at attention, twitching. He took it in his hands, whining slightly. ‘When did I get so hard? Hope she didn’t see…’

Kurapika found a secluded part of the woods to jerk off, his mind going back to you. He thought about you petting him so gently, about the few times he’d walked in on you naked, about how cute you would look with stuffed full of his cum!

“(Name)…”

He whimpered, ears flattening as he came. “Hahh…”

Kurapika whined, watching his cum fall onto the forest floor. “Want it… inside (Name)…”

He blushed. “Why..? Why am I thinking about her like this? I…”

Kurapika had never been in love before, having dedicated his life to avenging his clan. His ceaseless mission didn’t give him much time to fall in love or even find a mate.

He dealt with his ruts alone, often coming out of them exhausted and feeling more alone than ever. A few female werewolves had attempted to woo him, but he had never been interested in them.

But now… he felt strange. Thinking about going back to you, about how you’d coo at him and tell him how good a boy he was for catching dinner, about how you’d give him forehead kisses after his nightmares and sing him to sleep… made his tummy fill with butterflies.

His heart was thumping against his chest at just the thought of you alone. His pretty little (Name), who treated him with such kindness and helped him with his mission. His tail began to wag as he thought about burying his head in your soft tummy, your hands running through his hair as you sang him a lullaby.

“Mine… she’s my (Name)…”

He made quick work of catching dinner before rushing home, stopping along the way to pick up a shiny rock that caught his eye.

You opened the door, giving him a sweet smile. “Oh, good job Kurapika! This will make some good deer stew!”

His tail thumped wildly against the door frame as you pet his head, the tall blonde leaning into your touch. He blinked, clearing his throat.

“Hmm?”

He held out the rock, his ears flattening against his head in embarrassment. “For you…”

It looked like some sort of crystal, maybe quarts. You tilted it in your hand, eyes wide with wonder. “Really? For me? Oh Pika!”

You gave him a hug, then a peck on the cheek. “This is gorgeous, thank you so much!”

His ears perked up, tail smacking against your leg. “You’re welcome!”

His cheek nuzzles his cheek against yours, holding you tight against him. ‘So happy…’

You placed it on the shelf near your bed, where you kept all of your favorite things. This made his heart soar, feeling very proud that something he gave you was now one of your cherished items.

After dinner, he tugged on your sleeve to get you to bed, wanting nothing more than to cuddle his little witch. “Haha, are you sleepy, Kurapika? Well I’m fine with going to bed early.”

The two of you cuddled in bed, the blonde next to you cooing and purring as he cuddled into your chest. “My sweet Pika, did you just need some cuddles? Aww, cute!”

You scratch between his ears, causing his tail to wag. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”

You kiss his forehead before getting comfortable and falling asleep. He stared up at your sleeping face, before scooting up and hovering close to your face.

Kurapika gently lapped at your lips, feeling himself get hard. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, melting into the kiss.

When he pulled back, his red eyes couldn’t look away from you. His hand slipped down to his hard cock, gently stroking himself as he buried his face into your neck, gently lapping at your sensitive skin. You smelled so good, tasted so sweet, it didn’t take long for him to cum.

“(Name)…” he panted out, pulling you closer and whimpering into your neck. You woke up then, still half asleep you hummed, running your fingers through his hair.

“What’s wrong, Pika? Another nightmare?”

Although he didn’t like lying, he nodded, ears flattening against his head. “Aww… it’s okay, shh…”

She kissed the top of his head, pulling him into her arms. “Come here, Pika.”

He did, sighing in contentment. After his orgasm, he was feeling even more cuddlier than usual, wanting nothing more than your gentle touch.

——————

You pull on your coat, Kurapika following behind you. “Okay, I have a meeting with some of my witch friends today. You’ll be on your best behavior, right?”

You scratch under his chin, his tail wagging. “I will.”

“Good boy~”

He felt his face turn red. “I’ll grab the basket!”

Kurapika rushed away, wanting to hide how flustered he was. You tilt your head, confused. ‘Weird, I thought he loved chin scratches.’

If you were spotted somewhere, odds were Kurapika was close behind. He never let you go anywhere alone, not after you were nearly robbed at the market a few months ago.

And especially not after he’d decided on courting you.

Kurapika realized the night before that you were everything he wanted in a mate. Kind, caring, soft, and absolutely adorable. Therefore, he would begin courting you before his rut came.

The first step was gift giving, and as the two of you walked down the path to the weekly witch meeting, he would stop and pick flowers for you.

“Aww, Kurapika, thank you!”

His heart raced when you placed the flower in your basket. Kurapika was so happy you were being so receptive to his affections, cooing as he followed behind you.

The thought of his courting being a success and being able to breed you during his rut almost made him pop a boner, but he stopped himself by focusing on finding you more little gifts.

By the time you reached the meeting spot, your basket was full of gifts your werewolf companion had brought for you. “(Name)!”

He’d brought another shiny rock for you, placing it in your basket before nuzzling his cheek against yours. “Oh, Pika, it’s so pretty. But…”

You pat his arm. “I can’t fit anymore in my basket, sweetheart.”

He pouted a little, taking your basket from your hands and holding it for you. “Aww, don’t pout!”

You cooed at him, gently rubbing his tummy. He paused, his tail wagging as his pout faded into a content smile. “There, that’s my pretty Kurapika. Come on, we’ll be late if we don’t hurry.”

‘Pretty? Me?’

His cheeks turned pink, his ears twitching as you pulled him along by his hand. “Almost there. Now, you’re going to be a good boy, right? No growling at my friends?”

His ears flattened against his head as he scowled. “I’ll try…”

You sigh, squeezing his hand. “Try you best, okay? If you’re good we’ll go swimming tomorrow.”

He perked up, jogging to stand by your side. “We will? But it’s autumn. Humans can’t swim when it’s cold, correct?”

You giggle, looping your arm with his. “Well, you’ll be swimming, I’ll be collecting some mushrooms and plants that grow near there.”

He was excited, Kurapika loved swimming! And doing anything with you was fun.

It was a perfect opportunity to find more gifts for you as well! Perhaps he could catch some fish, or find pretty shells you could put in your room or ingredients for your potions! Would you pet him and tell him how good he was if he did that? Would you agree to be his mate?

“We’re here, Pika.”

You pull him a little closer. “Behave.”

That was easier said than done.

——————

You pass through a curtain of moss covering a hole in a large tree. “Hello!”

A blue haired woman sat at a table looks up, her face brightening. “(Name), it’s good to see you!”

Kurapika hesitantly allows you to let go of him and if the woman, holding himself back from growling. “Menchi! How have you been? I heard you’ve been busy lately, I haven’t seen you in months.”

The woman grinned, patting her satchel. “I found a lot of good stuff on my journey to the north. I brought a few things for you today. In exchange for your homemade cherry blossom syrup, of course.”

You giggle, gesturing for Kurapika to carry your basket over. “Of course, here you are!”

You hand Menchi the jar, receiving a pouch of herbs in exchange. “Ooo, these are rare? Are you sure just one jar of syrup is enough?”

Menchi nods, squeezing your cheek. “It’s plenty. You make the best around, after all.”

Kurapika tugs on your sleeve, causing the blue haired woman to frown. “(Name), your mutt stinks. Has it bathed recently?”

The blonde growled, you silencing him by gently scratching under his chin. “Menchi, be nice. He takes a bath every day, and he smells fine. Right Pika?”

He hummed in response, happy to have your attention on him. ‘But you smell a lot better…’

Menchi rolled her eyes, opening the curtain behind her. “Go ahead, then. The meeting is about to start.”

They walked through an arch way, revealing a field of flowers, with large toadstools serving as seating. Several witches, of various ages and genders loitered around the place, eating snacks or practicing spells.

“(Name)!”

One of the young apprentice witches ran towards you, clinging to your skirt. “Alluka! If you’re here, then that means-“

“Hello.”

Killua, a white haired witch said from above. You looked up to see him perched in one of the cherry blossom trees, tipping his witch hat at you. “Brought the dog again? Can’t wait to see what he does this time.”

“I won’t do anything…” Kurapika said, hand gripping your sleeve.

“Yeah and I have curly pink hair.”

You gather Alluka into your arms, laughing. “He’s going to be good today. After all, the queen said he had one last chance before he’s banned.”

Kurapika stiffened at your side. ‘Forgot about that…’

Last time, an older male witch had flirted with you, being a bit too handsy. While this was not allowed, Kurapika changing into his wolf form and mauling the man was not allowed either.

Given that he was only defending his witch as your familiar, he wasn’t held liable, but was told that doing something like that again would get him banned.

“Is Gon coming?”

“He’s already here, but you know him, he’s searching for Kite.”

Kurapika scowled as Alluka pulled on his ears, laughing. “Aww, your puppy is so soft, (Name)! It’s not often you see a witch with a werewolf as a familiar!”

You perk up a little, clearing your throat. “Well, I’m lucky he agreed to be my familiar. Kurapika is not only my familiar, but my dear friend. He’s saved me countless times, and I’m happy to have him in my life.”

The blonde blushed under your praise, his tail wagging. Killua made a gagging motion. “Ew, I think you need to get your mutt neutered (Name).”

The blonde growled. “Watch your mouth, Killua. I’ll come up there and-“

“Kurapika!”

The blondes ears flattened, whining slightly at your raised voice. You set Alluka down, allowing her and Killua to run off towards your other friends. “Pika, you promised you’d be good. I don’t want to have to leave you outside the barrier, but I will.”

You cup his cheeks, the blonde continuing to whine. “It’s hard to be good when everyone here treats me like an outsider, or some pet.”

“I know, I know. They’re just not used to seeing a werewolf as a familiar. There’s only been a handful of them in the history of witchcraft, and… I’m the only witch that has survived the first month of it.”

The blonde blinked, pulling back. “… survived?”

You now. “Yes, the others were either killed by their own familiar, or hunted down by poachers to take their werewolves pelt.”

Kurapika pulled you closer, rubbing his face into your neck to make sure you smelled like him. “I wouldn’t kill you, wouldn’t even hurt you, ever.”

“I know, I know. I’m sure the witches made those werewolves their familiars using… unethical means. It’s hard to feel sorry for them. We formed a partnership without the use of spells or magic, meaning it was consensual for both of us. But some witches…” you sigh, petting him.

“I don’t know a lot about werewolves, but they’re very misunderstood. People assume they’re beasts incapable of thinking, only wanting to kill. But I know that’s not true.”

You plant a few kisses on the top of his head, feeling him purr against your neck. “You’re intelligent, kind, and carrying. My sweet Kurapika would never hurt me, I know that.”

He looked up at you, really taking your face in. He’d never heard someone say these things about his kind, always being told he was a monster, that no one besides a fellow beast would ever love him.

And here you were, proving them wrong.

“Come, Pika. It’s time.”

He nodded slowly, giving you one last squeeze before sitting with you as the queen of your witch colony walked onstage.

“Hello witches! Who’s ready for this months meeting?”

Bisky, a woman the age of 560 that could pass for 12 asked, her blonde pigtails bouncing as she walked.

——————

Kurapika slept soundly with his head on your lap as you chatted with some friends after the meeting. The topic of your familiar came up again, Neon, a young blue haired witch tutting.

“You’ve heard the rumors haven’t you, (Name)? Every witch with a wolf familiar has died a month into their partnership.”

You roll your eyes. “That’s because their bond was made using black magic, causing the poor familiars soul to be corrupted. Instead of protecting their witch, they killed them.”

Neon nodded. “Yes, but they say that werewolves aren’t typically so friendly with humans regardless! And that’s not just a rumor, it’s true. They stick to themselves, avoiding humans. The way he acts with you is… not normal.”

You look down at Kurapika, who was nuzzling into your tummy in his sleep. “Not… normal?”

“Yes, I’ve never seen a case like this.”

The two of you jump when Bisky sits between you two. “Madam Bisky!”

The woman coos at you, pinching your cheek. “How is my beloved (Name) and her wolfy familiar doing?”

You pout, petting Kurapika’s head absentmindedly. “We’re doing fine, he’s even been bringing gifts to me lately.”

Bisky raises an eyebrow. “… gifts?”

“Mhm, like shiny rocks and flowers. It started yesterday.”

Bisky hummed, reaching out to touch (Name), but pulling back when Kurapika growled in his sleep. “Hmm… and you said he sleeps in your bed with you?”

“Of course, as most familiars do. It’s a good way to bond.”

The blonde girl sighs. “I see. Neon, could you leave us for a moment? I need to speak with (Name) alone.”

The girl attempts to argue, but with a look from Bisky she leaves. Once she’s out of earshot, Bisky sighs. “My dear, your familiar may… be attempting to court you.”

“Court..?”

Bisky snapped her fingers, a book appearing out of thin air and falling into her lap. She opened it up, flipping to a page. “Courting is the process werewolves undergo to woo a potential…”

She glanced down to the blonde sleeping in your lap, you purred as he held you close. “Mate.”

Your face heats up, pulling your hand away from the blonde lying in your lap. He whines and begins to stir, and Bisky gestures for you to continue petting him. You do, and she lets out a relieved sigh.

“Yes. Werewolves choose a mate to spend their lives with once they turn 18, but because Kurapika’s clan was wiped out and he’s been trying to avenge his clan, he hasn’t had the time to choose one.”

You look down at your sweet Pika, running your fingers through his hair. “You must be mistaken, Bisky, he doesn’t view me that way. He’s affectionate, of course, but aren’t werewolves just like that?”

Bisky frowned. “In fact they’re not. They are only as affectionate as Kurapika is with you when they’re with family or their mate.”

You fidget a bit, becoming flustered. “… maybe he was separated from his mother too soon? Dogs that-“

“Kurapika is not a dog, (Name). He may seem like it sometimes, but Kurapika is as human as you or me, only having wolf like qualities and anatomy.”

You pout, causing Bisky to sigh. “I know you want to treat him like a cute puppy, but he’s not. He’s a man, a dangerous and powerful one at that. And…”

She flips a page. “Werewolves mate for life. If you are not interested in it, he may leave to find a mate.”

You jump, eyes widening. “Leave? But I don’t want him to! He’s…”

You tear up a little, sniffling. Almost as if can sense your change in mood, Kurapika snuggles into your tummy gently, kissing at your soft flesh in his sleep. You look down at him, smiling and scratching between his ears.

Bisky clears her throat. “It could be possible he just views you as a family member due to the familiar bond, but…”

She watches as Kurapika’s cheeks turn pink, his tail wagging lazily. “… anyways, I just wanted you to be aware of this. What you choose to do is your own business.”

“Family… maybe that’s what it is. I… I don’t think he’d see me as someone to… um… mate with.”

Bisky sighs. ‘Oh dear, it seems she’s still as insecure as she was when I found her as a child.’

“Regardless, try to keep a tab on his behavior. He may seem like your sweet puppy, but werewolves become dangerous when protecting their mate. Especially…”

“Madam Bisky, you’re needed in the 7th Sector!”

She groaned. “I’ll have to leave, but please come visit me next week when I come back. We’ll talk more then. For now…”

She patted the girls head. “Be careful.”

Kurapika stirs a few minutes after Bisky leaves, looking up at you with sleepy red eyes. “Mmm… is the meeting over?”

You nod, pushing his hair out of his face. He nuzzled against your hand, and you sigh. “Yes. We should be getting home soon.”

He stands, helping you up before stretching. “Would you like me to carry you, (Name)?”

You nod, and watch in fascination as he transforms into his wolf form. Even now, he gently nuzzles against you, purring as you scratch between his big ears. “Let’s get home, Pika.”

You jump onto his back, waving goodbye to your friends before taking off.

——————

Kurapika wakes up early the next morning to get ready for your trip to the lake, preparing a picnic basket and packing towels and a change of clothes for himself.

“Mmm, you’re up early. Too excited?”

You walk into the kitchen, rubbing his tummy, causing him to pause and purr. “Yes, you could say that.”

He places his hand over yours, eyes half lidded as he gently guides your hand lower. “K-Kurapika?”

He stops right above his crotch, ears flattening as a blush settles over his face. “Rub here?”

And you do, careful not to go any lower. He cooed and purred the entire time, dropping to his knees after to bury his face in your tummy. “(Name)…”

The second part of courting was giving your potential mate affection, along with showing them how good of a mate you would be. He was too shy to actually ask you to go lower, feel his bulge and how big he was so you would know he could satisfy you. It was something werewolf males did with females, but Kurapika knew humans were… different. He didn’t want to scare you off!

He followed behind you, carrying your things for you and growling at anything that came to close. When a crow demon attempted to jump out and harm you, he defeated it easily. Kurapika was now attached to your hip, looking over your body to make sure you were okay.

“I’m fine, come on.”

You huffed, pulling him along the path until the two of you reached the lake.

Kurapika helped you set out the picnic blanket before racing towards the water, throwing off his clothes and transforming. You giggle as you watch him dive into the water, his pretty golden fur shining in the sun.

As he swims, you walk around the lake, placing mushrooms, moss, and spider lilies into your satchel. You hum to yourself, jumping when you hear the water next to you shift.

Fortunately, it was just Kurapika, who carried a large fish in his mouth, dropping it at your feet.

‘For my (Name). I’m a good mate, I can provide you with all the food you need.’ He thought to himself, looking up at you with his pretty red eyes. You coo, petting his furry head.

“Aww, Kurapika, you’re so sweet. This will be perfect for dinner tonight.”

You kiss the top of his head, and he nuzzles his large head against you. “H-hey! You’re still wet, Pika!”

———————

The final stage of the courting process had begun, and Kurapika’s rut was only a day away. He left you home alone for the first time since he’d become your familiar to go to town alone.

‘These are perfect…’ he thought, grabbing the plush blankets and furs. He paid the shop owner before stuffing the materials into his pack. He gathered many soft things including stuffed animals, blankets, furs, and pillows.

‘Need her favorite snacks and drinks too…’

He perused the farmers market, packing food into the basket he borrowed.

You waited at home, sewing up a hole in one of his tabards. ‘He hasn’t left me alone in months… I hope…’

You remembered Bisky’s words. ‘He may leave to find a mate.’

Your heart ached, tears beading at your eyes. ‘I… I don’t want him to leave me…’

You’d gotten used to having Kurapika in your life, his presence making you feel safe and loved.

‘Loved? Do I…’

You blush, jumping up from your chair and rushing to the bathroom to splash some cool water in your face. The sound of the front door opening makes you jump. “(Name)?”

You hear Kurapika yell your name, the sound of him dropping something and sprinting through your home making you squeak. “(Name)!”

He throws open the bathroom door, eyes wide with worry. “Pika, I’m right here.”

He sighs, pulling you into his arms and gently rubbing his chest and head against you to cover him in his scent. “I couldn’t see you, (Name). I… I was scared that you were hurt or taken just like…”

‘Just like his clan.’ you thought, cupping his cheeks and nuzzling your nose against his. “Shh, I know, it’s okay Pika. I’m right here, puppy.”

His eyes shoot open at the pet-name, his tail wagging. “Puppy?”

“Yes, my puppy~” you coo, giving him a peck on his cheek. He melts, beginning to purr and nuzzle against you, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“I’ll be your puppy, (Name). Yours, and only yours.”

He kisses your forehead before pulling away. “I have a surprise for you, okay? Stay out here until I’m done.”

You giggle, nodding. “Alright, I’ll be reading. Take your dinner with you, okay?”

————————

Night falls, and Kurapika can feel his body beginning to heat up. ‘It’s starting soon… almost done!’

He looks over his work, nodding. ‘It’s done.’

The blonde peeled his head out of your bedroom door. “(Name), it’s ready!”

You look up from your book, smiling. “Coming!”

Whne you open the door, you gasp. “Kurapika!”

Your bed was covered in soft furs, pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals. He had made a nest for the two of you, standing next to it. “Do you… like it?”

“It’s amazing! It looks so soft!”

His chest swells with pride when you curl up in his nest, rolling around a little before sitting on the edge of your bed. You were about to thank him, but you were stopped when his lips crashed into yours, pushing you back down onto the bed. “So happy… so happy you like it, little one.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to speak, kissing you again, his hand traveling up your shirt to cup your breasts. He shoves his tongue in your mouth, and you can feel his tail thwacking against your leg.

“K-Kurapika, what are you-“ you try to say when he pulls away so you can breathe, but he’s already moving to your neck, sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin.

“(Name)… my angel…”

He gazes up at you, face flushed and a soft pant leaving his lips. “I want you… I wanna breed you until you’re carrying my puppies…”

His rut was making him incapable of sugarcoating things, his lips returning to your neck. “B-breed? You…”

‘Bisky was right, he was courting me!’

You mewled when his hand moved down to slip under your shorts, rubbing your clit your panties. “Hahh, Pika!”

He pulled away from your neck, kissing you again. “Will you be mine, (Name)? Mate with me for life?”

You look at him, the familiar fuzzy feeling you felt earlier returning. You were in love him, and had been trying to suppress your feelings by pretending he was just a familiar to you.

“Yes, Kurapika. I’m yours, puppy.”

Tears fill his eyes, and he can’t help but crash his lips into yours again. “Thank you… I’ll take care of you, okay? Keep you safe and love you forever.”

And as you feel his cock harden against your leg, you begin to understand he means he’ll take care of you in more ways than one….

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3

[timeskip]

I WAS SO SHOCKED AT THE BONOLENOV REVEAL BUT IT'S SO GOOD. Like we KNEW Bonolenov had some way to disguise himself and everyone IGNOREDDDD ITTTTT because we were like "oh but if that's not Hisoka, it has to be Chrollo right" NO. IT'S NOT THE FAN FAVE CHARACTER. SO FUNNY. I love it. I love Bonolenov now. His ability is really cool and I like the way he thinks. On the OTHER hand his KILLED LYNCH!!! Fuck!!! I liked her!!!

Honestly the part of this chapter that gets me the most though is Chrollo. Everyone in the troupe knows that Chrollo is just pretending to be okay! Everyone is trying to look out for him! He kept Pakunoda's spot open because of how much he cared for her... he's devastated by the deaths of Shalnark and Kortopi the same way he was devastated over Uvo... It's an interesting angle to take with Chrollo, to focus on how his troupe react to his grief and rage by trying to PROTECT him. Someone on twitter pointed out that this is the same thing Gon and Killua did for Kurapika! They didn't want Kurapika to kill more people during Yorknew!!! And while it's not EXACTLY the same with Chrollo, it's definitely notable that they want to kill Hisoka first specifically because they understand what Chrollo is going through, as opposed to letting him do it and purposefully pointing him towards it.

At this point I hope that Chrollo and Hisoka don't have a rematch. It would be better for Chrollo's character to lose that chance for revenge and have to face those feelings, though I'm not sure about what should happen with Hisoka.

And of course, Chrollo wants to find a "treasure" that can 100% kill Hisoka, and I wonder if that's connected to the succession war. I mean... it's gotta be, right?

[helplesslypurple77]

Notes: guess who FORGOT her own strange proposed schedule lol, and had to start this super late on the 5th.

title from 'One of your Girls' by Troye Sivan song slaps lol

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Kurapika was tired. He was wearing more makeup than he had ever worn before in his life, and the long blonde extensions that tumbled down his back tangled oddly with his hands, falling over his bare shoulders in a golden wave. At least the dress is sleeveless, even though his bare shoulders and upper torso feel a bit cold. The black gloves he was wearing hide his chains from view, lace, and sheer black fabric stopping just below his elbow. They don't do much to warm his hands. 

Kurapika grips the small black purse in a tight-knuckled hand as he walks slowly up towards the entrance of the auction house. He feels like they’ll take one look at his invitation, look at him, and immediately kick him out. No way he passes for a girl. He does his best to steady his legs as he walks purposefully towards the doors, his legs emerging from the two slits in the long black dress with every step. The small heels he wears click on the solid walkway. Baise had initially pushed for putting him in taller heels, but thankfully Melody intervened, giving him some much more manageable shoes. Kitten heels they had called them.

Purse in one hand, the other hand shaking slightly by his side, Kurapika pauses before the stairs, a bit worried. They're not too tall, but all he can think about is the two inch tall heels he was wearing sending him tumbling down the stairs to an undignified landing. 

“Do you need some help, Miss?” 

It takes him a minute to realize the man is referring to him. 

Kurapika flinches slightly, and turns his head. A man had come up behind him, dressed in a simple black and white suit. He's about average height, not very powerful. Probably a mafia contact. Kurapika figures he's not in any danger.

The man pushes his shoulder back, offering Kurapika a white-gloved hand. 

“Please,” Kurapika replies, taking the hand the man offers him as they start up the stairs. Kurapika tries not to freak out. Heels on stairs are new to him. But he does his best, trying not to wobble or trip. He would certainly be found out, Baise never stumbled in her high heels. 

“You know the family?” The man asks. Kurapika nods.

“Something like that,” He says, “My employer unfortunately could not attend, so I was sent in his stead.”

The man chuckles, helping Kurapika up the last few steps. Thankfully, Kurapika removes his gloved hand and shoots a small smile at the man. He was being very friendly and attentive. Kurapika didn't mean to typecast but he would never have expected a man from the Mafia to be such a generous and friendly person. The man grins, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Hey, i was wondering,” he starts, ears turning red for some reason. “You have—”

“Invitations!” a gruff voice interrupts the man and Kurapika turns. Two large men stand in front of the door, blocking anyone from entering. 

Kurapika nods distractedly at the man, who seems to shrink back a bit into himself, fiddling in his coat jacket. What an odd interaction. Kurapika turns away, reaching into his purse for the invitation he knows is there. 

The two men by the door smile. They're both rather tall, with bulky figures expected of bodyguards. They look down at him, waiting rather patiently as Kurapika fiddles with his purse. 

“Do you have your invitation, Miss?” The taller one asks expectantly. They are surprisingly nice for mafia bodyguards. Kurapika nods, hands shaking only slightly as he hands the invitation over to the shorter one. The men squint at it for a moment, and Kurapika takes a deep breath, preparing himself just in case they see through his disguise, or the invitation is proclaimed false. He holds his breath, willing his chains into existence beneath his gloves. 

After a moment of silence, both the men look up, smiles on their faces as the shorter man hands the invitation back.

“You may enter.” He says, and both men push open the large doors, letting the warm golden light pour over him.

“Welcome, Miss Kurapika Nostrade.” They say in unison, beckoning him to move. Kurapikas body unfreezes as he stuffs the invitation back into his purse, and wills his chains away.

“Thank you,” he says politely to the two bodyguards.

They smile back as Kurapika moves forward, stepping through the door and into the large lobby. The door slams behind him with a thud, and Kurapika breathes a breath of relief.

It was Neon's idea to dress him as a girl. 

“Father said it's much too dangerous for me to go,” She had said, speaking of the party he was now attending. It was supposedly a tradition, a sort of pre-party before the auction, a time for the leaders and members of the mafia to socialize. Dalzonne had agreed, sitting in a chair opposite Neon as she kicked her feet on her bed.

“Neon's fortune mentioned that dangerous people would be there,” he had supplied, hands folded in his lap. Toys and stuffed animals littered the floor from Neon's tantrum, the two handmaidens quietly picking the things up. Kurapika had complained, asking why he had to dress as a girl, how it would even work. Neon had just grinned.

“Daddy said I could send any of you I wanted, but it would be better to send a woman.”

“What about—”

“Baise is busy, and Melody won't do,” Dalzonne had said. “You're our only option.”

And so here he was, dressed as a girl and sent in Neons place to scout for the ‘dangerous people’ Neon's fortune had mentioned. 

The large room behind the front doors is empty. Kurapika stands a few feet in front of the doors, a long red carpet guiding him towards more double doors at the end of the hallway. More bodyguards await him there. Sighing, Kurapika moves down the hallway, heels silent against the carpet. The slight train of his black dress drags along the ground, his purse still clutched in a death grip.

How had they even managed to find an outfit so quickly, Kurapika would never know. First, he was primped and preened by Neon's handmaidens while Baise watched on like an evil overlord, occasionally instructing the handmaidens on the color of blush they should use or to do puppy liner or siren liner. 

After he was sufficiently drowned in strange powders and creams, and extensions had been put into his hair, he was tossed the dress and shoes and sent off to the wolves. And so here he was, walking through the large entrance room, long blond hair falling the length of his back. His bare back, because of course the dress was backless. It was kind of revealing, with its leg slits and open back. Kurapika wasn't even sure how it was staying up, but it felt secure. How embarrassing it would be if the dress decided to slip off. 

The buffer room in between the front doors and the main events hall is for security, Kurapika knows that. He had been briefed on what exactly to expect before he had left, but it was still kind of nerve wracking to walk down that long hallway, feeling the eyes of the bodyguards by the door and the assassins he knew were watching him from hidden partitions in the walls. Kurapika lets out a breath of relief when he finally reaches the door. The door hands, who are notably smaller than the two outside, smile kindly at him.

“Name, Miss?” One asks. He is thin with brown hair and a clipboard.

“Kurapika,” Kurapika says, and then a moment later. “Kurapika Nostrade.”

“Ah, there you are.” The brown haired one says, marking something off on his clipboard. “You are the only representative of the Nostrade family coming then?”

“Yes,” Kurapika says, and then when they both look on expectantly, “my employer was busy.”

“That's too bad,” The other one, who's blonde says, marking something down on his clipboard, before opening the doors with a loud clunk. Light pours out, illuminating Kurapika as he steps forward, followed by the blond doorman. He's standing at the top of another staircase, and below about fifty figures in formal wear turn to look at him.

“Miss Kurapika Nostrade.” The blond doorman announces loudly. The door slams behind them, echoing in the silence. Murmurs break out below them, the large group of mostly men eyeing him with curiosity. He hopes it's not with suspicion.

“Would you like some help, miss?” The blond doorman says, offering a gloved hand. Kurapika nods gracefully. 

“Yes please,” He says, taking the offered hand. People have been so polite to him tonight. The doorman smiles, leading him down the stairs carefully. The people below have returned to their conversations, but he still gets looks out of the corners of his narrowed eyes. Kurapika’s heart beats loudly in his chest as he scans the heads in the room. 

There aren't that many people there. If he had to estimate, Kurapika counts about fifty heads, notably mostly male. There are two women in one corner, one dressed in a black dress, and the other in a lavender dress. They’re showing much less skin than his own dress, and for a moment Kurapika fears there was a dress code he violated or something. The two women in the corner eye him, as the one wearing black leans over to her friend, her black bob swishing to cover her face slightly. Her friend, whose hair is a rather striking shade of pink, whispers something back. Kurapika hopes they don't see right through his ‘disguise’. 

Baise said that he would need to be careful with women. Apparently, they would be more likely to see through his disguise than men. “Drooling dogs, desperate for a bite of meat,” Baise had called the men. Kurapika didn't really know what she was talking about, and he had the feeling it was better that way.

“I see you didn't bring a date?” 

Kurapika jerks out of his own thoughts, and turns to the doorman leading him kindly down the stairs. They’ve been walking very slowly, to avoid Kurapika tumbling down the stairs in a blur of black fabric and hair extensions.

“Date?” Kurapika asks. He didn't know he was allowed to bring a date. “No.”

“I see,” The doorman says, “No boyfriend?”

“Oh, no.” Kurapika says, urging the base of the stairs closer and closer out of sheer force of will. The doorman laughs a bit awkwardly, and Kurapika scans the crowd again, just to do anything but look at the man beside him. And it's a good thing he did, because as he looks over the crowd, he sees a flash of bright, red hair. 

Kurapika almost trips, sure he had to be wrong. He just had to, there was no fucking way he was here. But as Kurapika steps farther down, closer and closer to the large crowd he sees him clearer. Red hair, yellow eyes. 

He’s spawned in the corner, standing a foot away from the two women still staring at him, grinning like the cat that caught an especially large mouse. There's another man beside him, with long black hair tied in a ponytail. Kurapika almost didn't recognize him, dressed normally in a suit with his hair down, but it has to be him. Hisoka sticks out like a sore thumb in any crowd. A flashy, handsome, liability of a thumb. 

Kurapikas heart is beating too fast. He's going to be found out. Hisoka thrives on drama, he practically lives on it, and as Kurapika descended that stairs and finally stepped out onto the main ballroom floor, he had the sinking feeling he knew exactly what Hisoka would do. The odds of him spilling the beans were astronomical. Kurapika takes a deep breath, closing his eyes against the stairs of the people in the room, and steady his hands. Clutching his purse in one hand and brushing the stray strands of hair off his bare shoulders, Kurapika marches towards the crowd. 

“Wait, Miss?” The doorman says, and Kurapika stops and spins, impatient.

“Yes?” Kurapika says, keeping an eye on the corner of the room Hisoka stands in. 

The door man scratches his neck awkwardly, the tips of his ears turning red. He must be hot.

“Oh, uh i was wondering if—” He starts, but is interrupted as the door at the top of the stairs opens. The brown haired man from before peeks in, and makes eye contact with the blond one. They stare at each other, and Kurapika takes his chance to escape.

Kurapika moves through the crowd of men, moving towards the refreshment table on the opposite side. All he wants to do is march towards Hisoka and interrogate him, but there are far too many people around, far too many eyes. What would people start to think if Kurapika acted like he knew Hisoka? He needed to regroup and come up with a plan. 

The refreshments table is large, laden with small portions of food, from tiny burgers to small portions of nigiri sushi. Kurapika books it to the drink side, picking up a flute of champagne. Technically he can drink, but it seems unwise to get drunk off his ass at a fancy party. 

Kurapika turns, Champagne flute in hand and almost smacks directly into a man. He's about average height, maybe an inch or too taller than Kurapika in heels, and has a long face. 

“You're from the Nostrade family?” Long face asks, and Kurapika tries not to roll his eyes. He doesn't really want to talk to this guy. 

“Yes,” Kurapika says, resisting the urge to ‘accidentally’ drop it and escape. Unfortunately, the man has him cornered between him and the table laden with refreshments.

“How is old Nostrade doing anyway?” Long face asks, running a hand through his greasy looking hair. Kurapika forces a small, polite smile. “We were old school pals, back in the day.”

“He's doing well” He says, trying to shut down the conversation. The man doesn't take the hint.

“That's good then.” Long face says, “are you new to the family? I've been to several mafia events and I've never seen you.”

Kurapika doesn't know why this man is even bothering to talk to him. This man was a mafia official, he must have more important things to do than make small talk. 

“Maybe you just missed me,” Kurapika says, trying to dodge out of the conversation as fast as possible. The man laughs.

“I'd never miss someone as lovely as you,” Long face says, shooting Kurapika a wink.

Kurapika hides his shock. He must make a more passable woman than he had anticipated if this guy is flirting with him. Or maybe Long Face was just desperate. There aren't that many women at this event to ‘network’ with.

Kurapika laughs awkwardly. Champagne flute still in his hand, mostly empty purse in the other one. The man leans forward conspiratorially. 

“You're pretty brave, most women don't really show up to these events.” He whispers, then leans back with a proud smile. Kurapika desperately resists the urge to roll his eyes.

“I saw some lovely women earlier.” Kurapika says, trying to change the subject, and hopefully steer this desperate man in the direction of some actual women. The man scowls.

“That red haired dude, the one in the corner?” he leans forward again, pointing rather obviously in Hisoka’s direction. Kurapika flinches, but perks his ears up a bit. This could be important.

“Well, i tried to talk to them when they arrived,” He says, scratching his neck awkwardly as he continues.  “You know, just to introduce them to people of course!”

“Uh huh,” Kurapika says. He doesn't care if long face flirted with those poor girls. “continue.”

“They were totally into me,” He says, bragging loudly,  “Then that red haired bastard showed up and they totally ditched me!”

Kurapika bites back a chuckle as Long Face continues.

“He's not even that handsome,” Long Face says, puffing up his chest like a balloon. “I would consider myself much more desirable, don't you think?”

Kurapika can't help it. A small chuckle escapes his mouth as he responds. This man is taking up too much of his time.

“I'd have to disagree,” Kurapika says, turning to place the champagne flute back onto the table with a sigh. “I can certainly understand why those girls ditched you.”

“Why is that?” a familiar voice says. Kurapikas heart sinks as he spins around. Sure enough there he is, the annoying man of the hour. 

“Do tell,” Hisoka says, leaning forward a bit to stage whisper, “I'm so curious.”

Long face frowns, hitting Hisoka's arm. 

“Back off man,” He says, suddenly looking very short. Hisoka looms over both of them, even without the extra two inches usually given by his hair. Kurapika, ignoring the embarrassment creeping up his neck, sighs.

“If you’ll excuse me then,” He says, trying to extricate himself from the situation as fast as possible. He makes it a foot before Hisoka stops him with a clawed hand on Kurapikas gloved wrist.

“I'll come with you,” he says, turning his back on Long face. 

“Fine,” Kurapika says loudly, and then more quietly. “I needed to speak with you anyway.”

Hisoka doesn't reply, instead holding out a suit-covered arm, urging Kurapika to grip it with his gloved hand. Kurapika eyes it cautiously, Hisoka is still a dangerous man even though he looks quite normal now. But after a moment of hesitation, Kurapika grips it lightly with his gloved hand, and Hisoka leads them away from Long Face.

“She was totally into me,” Kurapika hears Long Face say from behind him. His buddies murmur, patting him harshly on the back. 

“What are you doing here,” Kurapika hisses, quiet so no one but Hisoka can hear him. Hisoka chuckles. 

“I could ask you the same thing,” He says, leaning down slightly. “And dressed like…that.”

Kurapika rolls his eyes, digging his nails into Hisokas muscled arm. 

“There are some private rooms off the main area.” Kurapika says, refusing to look at the man leading him across the room. Hisoka is surprisingly warm, his skin hot even through the layers of his suite. Kurapika had expected him to be cold. 

“How forward. I like that.” Hisoka coos, laughing as Kurapika digs his nails into his arm again. “Yes, it would be best to speak at length, away from the crowds. I have some…things to tell you.”

Kurapika ignores the weird flirting, cursing himself internally for not catching the implications in his own words. 

“Fine,” Kurapika says. “The private rooms are that way.” 

Kurapika gestures with his free hand towards the dim hallway leading off the main hall. It's less brightly lit, implying things Kurapika would rather not think too hard about. His sexuality is shaky enough to him, he doesn't need Hisoka jumping in and confusing him even more. 

“Sure,” Hisoka says, guiding them towards the hallway. “You sure you don't wish to meet my companions?”

Kurapika thinks hard for a moment, his hand tightening on Hisoka's arm. 

“You came with Phantom troupe members?” He hisses, spine tightening abruptly. Hisoka stops, straightening up abruptly as Kurapikas hand falls from his arm. 

“What exactly do you think I'm here for?” He asks, leaning down to whisper in his ear. His breath is hot, brushing across Kurapikas ear and neck, leaving a trail of fire behind. Kurapika breathes deeply, trying to relax. They’ve come to an abrupt spot, about five feet from the darkened hallway and the safety of a private room, and if Kurapika could just urge himself forward, away from the targets of five years of resentment, standing to his left. He can see them. The two women, eyes locked on him. The man, a foot away from them.

Hisoka slips his hand down Kurapika's back, leaving a trail of fire as it settles on his hip. His hand is large, heat leaking into Kurapikas body and calming him, if only for a moment. 

“Let's go.” Kurapika grits out, stepping towards the darkened hallway. Hisoka follows suit, hand digging into Kurapikas hips, leading him into the darkness.

“You don't want to meet them?” Hisoka whispers as they cross the threshold, stepping into the hallway. 

“No,” Kurapika says, his voice shaking slightly. “Not yet.”

“Too bad,” Hisoka purrs, hand tightening on Kurapika’s hip. It's going to bruise. “I would have loved to watch you tremble with anger.”

“Shut up,” Kurapika grits out, pulling away from Hisokas tight grip, opening the door of one of the rooms. 

It's well lit, a large chandelier overhead casting yellow light over the mostly empty room. Kurapika strows over to the coffee table, plopping down into one of the chairs with a sigh. His feet hurt a bit. He discards his lace gloves and purse on the coffee table.

Hisoka closes the door softly behind him, the lock clicking into place. Silence fills the room as Kurapika sinks back into the wooden chair, massaging his temples. Hisoka slinks across the room, draping himself over the chair across from him.

“It certainly was a surprise to see you here,” Hisoka says, shedding his suit jacket and tossing it onto the table in front of them. Kurapika watches his hands as they unbutton a few of his top buttons, the pale skin of his throat. He can see a hint of a collarbone.

“Same.” Kurapika says, brushing his hair extensions over his shoulder uncomfortably. “Our meeting came early.”

Hisoka chuckles, eyes scanning up and down Kurapika’s body, surveying his attire. Kurapika rolls his eyes preemptively.

“I certainly didn't expect to see an angel,” Hisoka purrs, “Such a lovely sight among the masses of ugly men my eyes were forced to perceive.”

“An angel,” Kurapika scoffs, forcing his blush down. 

“Oh, not a fan?” Hisoka says. “Maybe a devil would do better, draped in black fabric.”

“Shut up,” Kurapika says, “What did you want to discuss with me anyway?”

Hisoka chuckles. “Aww, not enjoying our banter?”

Kurapika rolls his eyes, ignoring the flush working its way up his neck and onto his cheeks. Hisoka scrambles his brain. 

“Tell me everything you know about the Phantom Troupe.” He says, crossing his legs uncomfortably, trying to will away any hints of arousal making their way into his gut. Hisoka chuckles, running a hand through his hair. Kurapika watches as it tumbles back down, framing his yellow eyes. Without his makeup and outfit, Kurapika suddenly realizes something obvious. Hisoka is just a handsome man. Kurapika shakes his head, extensions brushing against his bare shoulders as Hisoka smiles.

“Right now?” He asks, “I think we should work on something a bit more, long-term.”

“What are you proposing?” Kurapika asks, watching the man across from him carefully. Hisoka smiles, undoing the buttons on the cuffs of his white button down. 

“I propose a partnership,” Hisoka says, undoing another button of his shirt. Kurapika gets a glimpse of pale peck as he continues. “What do you think?”

“I don't know,” Kurapika says, ignoring the oppressive tension starting to hang over them. 

“It's not like we’re getting married,” Hisoka chuckles, “Just some…give and take.”

He pauses deliberately, yellow eyes scanning Kurapika up and down, before the last words leave his lips. Kurapika ignores the strange heaviness that hangs in the air after the words ‘give and take’. They feel loaded, as if to imply more than just the information Kurapika knows he means. But still, Hisoka always speaks like that. The most normal sentence loaded with sex appeal. Kurapik ignores the mounting tension, opening his mouth to reply.

“I-”

A loud voice interrupts him.

“Machi? Where did you say he went?”

Hisoka tenses. 

A muffled female voice replies to the loud male voice. 

“He went into one of the rooms,” The woman says, sounding annoyed. “The boss wants us to get out of here.”

“I know that machi, I know.” The male voice replies. Another female voice speaks, this one more quiet and measured.

“I guess we’ll just have to check each room then.”

“Your friends?” Kurapika hisses, glaring at Hisoka. He nods, something that looks a bit like fear creeping into his expression.

“What the hell are we supposed to do?” Kurapika hisses, “They shouldn't see my face.”

Hisoka nods, sitting upright abruptly on the chair. Kurapika watches in confusion as he loosens his belt.

“Yes, that would be wise,” His whispers. A door slams down the hall. “As much as I would love to see you break, it's simply not the time.”

“Break?” Kurapika hisses, and then puts it aside. 

Hisoka smiles slightly, and pats his thighs gently.

“Tell me Kurapika, what do people usually use these private rooms for?” Hisoka purrs, his voice a sensual whisper. Kurapika flushes, fighting down the arousal in his gut,

“I think you know,” He returns, voice a rough whisper. Another door slams.

“Then we have everything we need.” Hisoka whispers, “Everything we need to act a scene.”

Kurapika takes a deep breath as he rises to his feet. There's only about ten steps to Hisoka, but as he takes everyone he steels himself. This is an act, he assured himself as he moves closer and closer to the tempting man, smirking up at him. Another door slams as Kurapika finds himself standing in front of Hisoka. 

 “Don't be nervous,” Hisoka purrs, smirking up at him. 

“Shut up,” Kurapika grinds out, taking a deep breath, he settles himself gingerly onto Hisokas thighs.

Hisoka's body is warm. It's the first thing he notices as Hisokas hands grip his hips, drawing him deeper into him, farther onto his body. Kurapika stares somewhere above his head, at the white wall. He can't look at him. 

“Relax,” Hisoka hisses, gripping Kurapikas hips hard. Kurapika knows they’ll bruise. He hates how that thought sends a spike of arousal shooting into his gut. He knows he's half hard.

“I am relaxed,” Kurapika hisses, forcing his spine to relax, his body sinking into Hisoka slightly. 

The door next to them opens, then slams shut loudly. Hisoka's hands rise from his hips to grip his waist. Bare hands against bare skin. Kurapika knows a flush follows where Hisokas hand goes. 

“Ready to put on a show?” Hisoka whispers. Kurapika looks down, meeting lust-tinted yellow eyes, and nods. 

“Let's go,” he says. 

The first action Hisoka takes is urging his hips down. Kruapika obeys, fighting back moans when his half-hard dick comes into contact with Hisokas muscled thighs. He grips his shoulders, still covered in his button-down shirt. A small moan escapes his clenched lips as he feels a harness beneath him. Hisoka groans, grinning up at him through strands of brilliant red hair. 

“Enjoying yourself?” he coos, lust sneaking into his voice. Kurapika groans.

“Do you ever shut up?” he moans, head tilting back, extensions raining back and tangling with Hisokas clawed hands. Hisoka chuckles, interrupting his own delight with a loud, pornographic moan. Kurapikas dick twitches, hidden beneath his dress. 

“Hisoka?” a male voice says, “You in there?”

“Yes,” Hisoka replies, hand digging into the soft skin of Kurapikas back. A small moan leaks out from Kurapikas clenched lips. His lipstick is slightly smudged, he knows it, but he can't bring himself to care. 

“The boss wants us back at headquarters,” The male voice says.

“I'm rather busy right now,” Hisoka says. Kurapika lets out a moan, digging his nails into Hisoka’s shoulder. 

“Busy?” The man says from outside the door, sounding a bit annoyed. “What the hell could be more important than the meeting?”

Hisoka laughs, sounding a bit feral as one of his hands leaves Kurapikas waist to fiddle with his pants. Kurapika digs his nails into Hisoka’s shoulder, his reward is a light moan.

One of the women speaks again.

“Whatever Nobunaga, let's just go.”

The man, Nobunaga, protests. “But—”

“He's busy fucking the blond girl,” the tired-sounding female voice says again. There's some whispering as Kurapika feels Hisoka's hand slip under his dress, pulling his underwear aside.

“What are you doing?” Kurapika hisses, body arching as Hisoka’s hand lightly brushes his hard dick. Hisoka smirks, reaching into his own pants and pulling himself out. 

“Celebrating our little alliance,” He coos and abruptly shoves himself into Kurapika’s ass.

Kurapikas whole body tightens, his dick twitches with arousal as he shivers, the large intrusion wrecking his insides. 

The whispering continues outside, but Kurapika is too distracted by large hands wrapped around his waist, controlling his body, pulling the dick in and out, in and out. Kurapika feels it brush that spot that lights stars behind his eyes.

“God I fucking hate you,” He groans out, opening his eyes. Hisoka grins at him, yellow eyes covered in a thin mist of lust, sweat sitting on his collarbones and his hairline. He looks startlingly, terrifying, human.

“Finish up quick,” Nobunaga says from outside the door. Kurapika can faintly hear three pairs of footsteps recede, but he's a bit distracted as Hisoka rams his hard cock directly into that spot.

“God, gonna cum.” He moans, hands gripping Hisoka's shoulders tightly. Hisoka grins.

“Already?” He purrs, one hand winding up to grip the back of his neck through the hair extensions. “But what about your pretty dress?”

“Ugh, I don't know.” Kurapika whimpers, “Just hurry up and fix it.”

“Hmm,” Hisoka hums, and Kurapika sighs as a hand leaves his waist. Hisoka’s warm hand grips his dick in between their bodies, his thrusts stilling. He's deep inside him, and Kurapika trembles as Hisoka begins to jerk him off.

“Cumming!” Kurapika cries out, back arching as his orgasm overwhelms him. He closes his eyes, letting stars sear into his eyelids as his body tightens around Hisoka. 

When he comes down, Hisoka is grinning at him, holding up his cum covered hand with a grin. Kurapika watches with rapt attention as he brings the fingers to his mouth, licking the cum from his fingers. His hard dick is still twitching inside Kurapika.

“Shouldn't you return the favor?” he purrs, voice raspy with lust. Kurapika stumbles off his lap, a bit dizzy as he kneels on the floor before him.

Hisoka grins down at him, legs spread as Kurapika moves forward, red coated lips enveloping the head of Hisoka’s cock.

He's rewarded with a moan as Hisoka’s head falls back and his hands come up to grip Kurapikas head. 

“You can take it all, can you?” Hisoka says with a smirk, and without so much as a reply he shoves Kurapika down onto his hard dick. Kurapika lets his throat contract around the hard intrusion as Hisoka moans, thrusting harshly into his throat.

“Good boy,” he coos, shoving himself deep into Kurapika’s throat.

They hold eye contact as he comes. Kurapika shamefully feels his dick twitching a bit, and resists the urge to stoke himself to hardness. 

His lipstick remains as Hisoka pulls his dick from his mouth. Kurapika swallows his thick cum, rising to his feet a bit shakily.

There's no mirror in the room, but Kurapika knows he must look like a mess. Oh well, there's nothing to be done.

Hisoka has red lipstick stains on his neck. When had that ended up there, Kurapika doesn't know. He moves shakily to the coffee table, picking up with belongings and gingerly slipping his gloves back on. Hisoka chuckles, buttoning up his shirt.

“So, you agree to participate in this alliance?” He asks, his voice still a bit raspy from sex. Kurapika rolls his eyes, standing by the door. 

“Yes,” he says, body tingling with arousal as he takes Hisoka in. “I'll be in touch.”

“Bye then,” Hisoka coos, as Kurapika shuts the door behind him and moves down the hallway. What will Baise and Melody make of his appearance, he wonders. 

The evening didn't quite end up how he thought it would, but he considered it a victory anyway. 

He now had a mole. Hisoka was turning out to be quite useful. 

.....

Endnotes: can u tell i like kitten heels? I think i mention them an obscene amount of times in my various fics lol. anyway i hope you enjoyed!!!!

[mad-astronaut]

ITS KURAPIKAS BIRTHDAY!! so here are some head canons for him because he’s my favorite (plus some leopika)

He uses 3-in1 shampoo because of its “efficiency”

He loves sweets but will never admit it

constantly reorganizing his bookshelf because he gets new ones so often

absolutely ADORES animals (wil again never say it out loud)

Keeps the same photo as the one leorio has im his wallet (its almost disintegrating at this point though)

he can run in heels and fight in them from his mission disguises

LEOPIKA

Leorio forced him to learn how to cook with him and now they cook together

they have a competition of who can fluster the other the quickest

Kurapika goes weak when Leorio calls him “Sunshine”

Kurapika calls Leorio pretty boy to make him shut up sometimes

if one of them is really upset the other will buy him all his favorite things and just cuddle

All done!! Happy birthday Kurapika <3

[ishouldgetatumbler]

“Hisoka” is Illumi

Food is gay

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The basics of the theory is that Hisoka is currently disguised as Illumi and Illuimi is currently disguised as Hisoka.

Here a few supporting pieces of evidence:

First, Illumi’s talk with Mizaistrom on the viewing deck.

What he says and who he says it to is important.

He reveals not only that the spiders are on board, but that the entire crew is here, and he reveals this information freely. Even Kalluto thinks it’s pretty out of character from him to hand out potentially useful strategic information.

To be honest, I wouldn’t describe Illumi as a particularly honest or direct person, but Hisoka seems like the kind of person who enjoys revealing secrets and answering direct questions with simple, inflammatory answers.

Second is who he says this to. It’s implied Mizaistrom and the hunter association did not know the spiders would be on this voyage. It’s new, game changing information and there are more than a few hunters who would be very interested in that information.

Speaking of, what does Mizaistrom immediately think of?

My theory is that Hisoka is trying to match the force of the Troupe by involving outsiders. He wants Kurapika, or perhaps the Zodiacs themselves, to come into direct conflict with the spiders, so he can get at Chrollo alone.

On the other hand, why would Illumi reveal this information? What purpose would it serve him?

Next I want to talk about Hisoka talking with Lynch and Zakuro.

He doesn’t Answer.

He avoids answering the questions of his identity by omitting it entirely. That sounds like the way Illumi talks and lies. He doesn’t deceive anyone, he just omits the truth.

The last textual piece of evidence I can point to is his conversation with Hinrigh.

In their talk, Hinrigh offers Hisoka a pass to the upper floors in the terms of a VVIP badge. He explains that he wants Hisoka to wait until the Spiders and the mafia have dealt with the Cha-R.

Why does Hisoka take this bargain?

Strategically, it would be vastly better to cooperate with the Cha-R to try and eliminate the spiders rather than let the Spiders fight you both one at a time. More over, if Hisoka’s goal is still the same after near death, fighting strong people, what reason does he have to opt out of this conflict?

This calls back something I skipped over in the conversation between Illumi and Mizaistrom.

Illumi insists on staying on tier 3, while Hisoka lets Hinrigh talk him into moving into tier 2 (Above the security bulkhead seperating the upper and lower classes)

Tier 3 is the one Morena is responsible for keeping security on, tier 3 is where the mafia is hunting for Hisoka, and tier 3 is as high as the spiders have reached.

If Illumi’s goal is to find and kill Hisoka, as he presumibly gets the money only if he kills Hisoka himself, why is he not using his v2 ID to search a floor no one else has?

The last piece of evidence I have is, I will admit, circumstantial.

But when Hisoka meets with Hinrigh, they’re in a movie theater

And what movie is playing?

The Thing.

A story about a murderous imposter than could be any one of us.

[giggly-toybox]

Thank you for taking my request I really enjoyed it but can I please ask for him again but how would he react to kianna practically being the definition of looks kind deceive seeing how some people think she's innocent and naive for multiple reasons just for her to be extremely manipulative and good at torturing

My AU is that they work together and work for the same family and that's how they met but she would never manipulate him

I love my cute but dangerous OC

Kurapika with a Kianna s/o part 2

I know the title is boring I’m sorry I don’t know what else to call it 😭 but this one was fun to write! I hope you like it

At first, Kurapika might be taken aback by the stark contrast between his s/o’s appearance and her actual nature

Her innocent facade would initially confuse him

He'd want to shield her from potential dangers if her manipulative tendencies ever got her into trouble

Kurapika, being perceptive himself, would find the contradiction intriguing

He’d admire her ability to navigate the world with such a clever disguise, even if it contrasts sharply with his own principles

Kurapika respects her adeptness at manipulation and interrogation, recognizing her skills as invaluable assets to their shared work

Given their work within the Nostrade family, Kurapika quickly realized the depth of her cunning and manipulative nature

Their compatibility extends beyond their personal relationship into their professional lives

They find themselves complementing each other's skills, understanding how to navigate the complexities of their work within the Nostrade family efficiently

Despite her darker skills, Kurapika remains steadfastly supportive of her, acknowledging her abilities without a lot of judgment

[obscureaestheticist]

Dark Con & Succession War Characters as Players & GMs

Ging: Derailing god. Knows a pirating / rom site for everything. Adores Pathfinder and 3.5e but runs games as if Tomb of Horrors was just easy mode. Pariston: "It's what my character would do :)" Lamentations enthusiast. Leorio [current arc]: Channels the power of thesis block to destroy hordes of bandits. Cheadle: Strategic player who looks on in despair at their chaotic and extremely violent comrades. T-T Mizaistom: T-posing human fighter that somehow keeps pulling off the most significant moments in the campaign. Beyond: That one tiktok friend who cosplays as their character for each session and runs campaigns like theatrical wrestling performances. That vocal training has gotta be used for something! Muherr: Army vet, seen a lotta stuff, but runs the most heartfelt and hopeful campaigns you'll ever play. 7th Sea Gm. Steiner: Sweetest guy you know, writes the most terrifying mysteries ever. Pure unfiltered neurosis expressed through Call of Cthulhu and World of Darkness. Kurapika [current arc]: 3rd life-changing trauma this week "Sure! I can make it for Friday!" Melody: In it for the deep pan crispy lore. Makes the maps out of love. Can't play an evil character the save their life. Has mountains of Solo-RPG journals of wonderous adventures. Hanzo: Falls into the habit of down-to-Earth friendly characters that sling death threats and "comedic violence" at everyone to the point of awkwardness. Shall avenge every minor NPC the gm forgot to name. Basho: Doesn't own a single rpg book that doesn't also double as an art book. Bill: "That game from Stranger Things?" Theta: Evokes awe from fellow players for her RP skills. Greater knowledge of in-game politics than the actual DM. One Ring and Game of Thrones RPG enjoyer. Tserriednich: Tonight's Session - The GMs Barely-Disguised Fetish ... Kult & Drakar och Demoner for life. Benjamin: WILL apply real military strategies to your game regardless of setting and character. YES! He will bring diagrams! YES! You should be concerned! Twilight: 2000 nut. Zhang Lei: Chill. Enjoying the vibes. Simply awaiting the fruition of his diabolical schemes to spring into action... Once every other player is done with their wacky flumph hijinks. Camilla: Dungeon Bitches & Mork Borg. Throwing hands. Fuck everything else. Fireball isn't enough. Stay away from the loot. Halkenburg: Heart of gold, but tries waaaaay too hard to help the fantasy world he's meant to just be smacking trolls around in. Kacho & Fugetsu: Supports queer indie ttrpgs and are currently trying to figure out where to store all the gigabytes of pdfs. Hinrigh: "Yes, this is a rip off of all my favorite anime characters and I love them :D" Zakuro: Too shy to speak up, didn't realize they missed 5 turns. Lynch: Screw politeness, fists are all you need to ask questions. Morena: The "Nice Girl" Oito: "I just hope the game contains no foul language. Do we need a console?" Woble: The group mascot

[regatoni1]

~Chapter Three~

Once you had finished the first phase, you had decided to go and meet Gon's friends, as the proverbial cat had already been let out of the bag.

To make a long story short, you had met the two other boys you had seen in the harbour, the blonde boy whose name was Kurapika, and the taller man who was wearing the suit whose name was Leorio. You had also met a young boy whose hair was almost white, named Killua. He looked about the same age as Gon, and was the exact same height.

You, and your four newfound friends had been waiting just beyond the exit of the tunnel, possibly for the rest of the applicants to arrive. You were all waiting in a thick fog, and from what you could see, the group was in front of a marsh of some sort. Satotz explained that everyone was situated in front of the Milsy Wetlands, the wetlands full of deception and creatures that would constantly try to trick you, with the motive of eating you.

You had dealt with risky creatures like this in your past, so it was no big deal to you, although you had seen some applicants become very apprehensive for the challenges that laid ahead.

Having tuned back into whatever psychological damage Satotz was trying to instill, you listened as he said, "If you're deceived, you'll surely die." This definitely caused the applicants to become more on edge than ever.

The door to the tunnel started to close, and a rather pitiful man came running up the stairs, falling as he yelled, "Wait for me!" You almost felt bad for the guy.

"These wetland creatures are not to be underestimated, for they will use every trick in the book to fool their prey," Satotz continued, disregarding the crowds unease. "This is an ecosystem in which all creatures hunt by the art of deception, and that is why it is also known as Swindlers Swamp. Now then, please follow me closely so you won't be deceived."

"Don't fall for it!" a man yelled. You turned to see who had interrupted Satotz, who you had already taken a great liking to. You saw a rather disheveled man holding something you couldn't quite see.

"Don't let them fool you. He's lying. That man is lying to you!" The random man continued, pointing at Satotz. 

"He's an impostor!" Ok, this guy was totally on your nerves now. "A total fraud. I'm the real examiner you got it?" He yelled, pointing at himself.

Really? Who's actually going to believe this guy? The applicants can't be that stupid. 

You looked around, seeing all the distrusting faces. Can they?

"I'll prove it, look at this!" The man then pulls out what he was holding, the arm of a dead, maybe unconscious creature that resembled Satotz, but had the body of a skinny ape.

"This is the man faced ape from the Milsy Wetlands," he continued rather gravely.

The dramatics of these people are beyond me.

"The man faced ape loves the taste of human flesh, but their limbs are really long and thin, so they're actually quite weak. That's why they disguise themselves as humans. They trick us into following them into the wetlands, where they work together with other creatures to kill and eat us. That's what he wants!" The man pointed at Satotz again. "To deceive the entire hunter applicant pool, and feast on everyone of you!"

Someone please kill this guy. You would've done it yourself, but you didn't want people finding out a single thing about your abilities.

As if someone had read your mind, three playing cards hit the man, two in the chest, one in the head, all piercing his body. Three playing cards had also been thrown at Satotz, who had caught them with no effort at all.

Hisoka giggled while shuffling his cards. Of course it was him. You rolled your eyes. He was having too much fun with this.

"I see, I see," The magician said. "That settles it then. So you are the real one." He was looking at Satotz holding his cards.

The man faced ape suddenly got up and ran away, your hunch being correct.

"The examiners are hunters," Hisoka explained to the perplexed applicants. "Each is handpicked by the exam committee, to do this job without pay. Anyone who holds the title we're vying for ourselves, could have deflected that attack, and quite easily I might add."

There was something about this man that was so intriguing, and whenever he spoke, you found yourself in a trance listening, watching.

"I shall take that as a compliment, thank you," Satotz said. "Still, should you choose to attack me again for any reason, I will have no choice but to report you for attacking an examiner and have you immediately disqualified. Is that clear?"

"Of course~" Hisoka responded.

The pink haired man then looked up at you, piercing your (e/c) eyes with his golden ones. You cursed yourself for getting caught staring, again, but you just couldn't rip your eyes off of the man, which only made him smirk, no doubt raising his confidence.

Satotz made it abundantly clear, for the dense headed people you had to have assumed, that if you lost sight of him in the fog, then you had no hope of finding the sight of the second phase, and little chance for survival at all. With that, he started his little toy soldier run off into the fog, with the applicants trying their hardest to keep up.

You had no endurance issues, and very sharp eyes, but even you found it hard to keep track of where he was. There were creatures who resembled people luring some applicants to run off cliffs, while other applicants stepped on mushrooms that sprout poisonous toxins.

You had started by running with Gon, Killua, Kurapika and Leorio, but a few minutes in and you had no idea where anybody was. You ran for about five minutes, through the mud and thick fog, ruining your favourite pair of sneakers. As you were looking down at the perfectly ruined sight, you were not expecting for anyone to be around, so when you ran headfirst into someone, you fell right on your ass.

"Ah- oh sorry! Hehe, I didn't realize you were the-" you looked up to see a tall, buff, and angry looking man, with a slight twinge of humour on his face.

"Well well well fellas what do we have here?" he said, looking you up and down.

Was this one of the bozos staring at me from the tunnel?

You looked around to see at least six other men, all who looked very strong (and who were wearing the same clothes), wielding weapons surrounding a slightly amused looking Hisoka.

"Hey! Isn't that the girl Hisoka was running with?" one of the brutes said.

Congratulations Sherlock Holmes, you solved it!

"Yeah it is! What do we do with her boss? She's probably friends with this clown!" another one yelled at the man you bumped into.

You had a bad feeling in your gut, and your instincts told you to run, but you knew you couldn't leave Hisoka behind. Even though you don't really like him, it wasn't right to leave a man pinned against six armed ones, so you stayed frozen where you stood. In hindsight, not moving further away from the "boss" was probably not the smartest, as what he did next was definitely not good.

[inwiste]

thank you @stormxpadme <3 it's always lovely seeing you in my notifs

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

uhh my fingers are very uncooperative right now so i'm just going to say that if you see this, consider yourself tagged!

brave new world

They are laying together, shared blood staining the floorboards beneath heaving bodies. He is too weak to move and he loathes that he must die next to the man who took his life away. Chrollo is quiet, quiet enough for Kurapika to mistake him for dead until the other man shifts, moving himself until they are face to face, dying breaths mingling in the space between their lips. 

They are only inches apart when Chrollo closes the gap, copper staining wheezing breaths. Their lips brush and he cannot bring himself to move away—his spine is severed but he would not move away if he could, frozen in place by a dying man’s stare. 

“These violent delights have violent ends.” 

They do not last much longer after that. He dies in a lover’s embrace, cracks forming in the recesses of his mind. 

2. protea

Chrollo’s voice interrupts his thoughts but Kurapika does not let him finish, grabbing the lapels of his open suit jacket as he pulls the other man into a harsh kiss. 

His mind is blissfully silent, even as Chrollo stiffens against him in obvious shock, suit turning to stone beneath his fingertips. The low thrum of anxiety that has been building in his chest claws at him, begging for attention as his mind slips into a state of disrepair. 

He does not know what he is doing, nor why he slides his hands down the unbuttoned jacket, letting his arms wrap around a lean waist. He does not know why he does not move away, he does not know how much time passes and he is ready to move away when he feels posture shift beneath his fingertips, a calloused hand cupping his cheek, lips slanting against his own. 

3. spiraling

The hand that he raises to his face finds his cuts carefully bandaged, though his hair feels heavy and it ghosts over what he knows is dried blood as he runs his fingers through it slowly. He’s shaking badly, he knows this, but he can’t help but keep carding his fingers through his hair until they get caught in the blood and Itadori starts all over again in a sick cycle. He wants it gone, out of his hair immediately, but he’s too scared to pick it out himself. The nausea is almost overwhelming and the trembling is getting worse until a shape moves in front of him—when did his vision move out of focus?—and catches his wrist in a firm grip, halting his movements immediately.

4. wishes left ungranted

She hadn’t cried since the day he died.

It was impossible for her not to wonder about what could have been. Sometimes she would dream about a warm hand slipping into hers and squeezing it gently, making her smile. She would chase the feeling until she woke up and found her own hand empty with the only warmth lingering there being her own. 

5. as fate would decree

They sit in silence for a few more minutes until Vórime suddenly grabs her crutches and stands. He accompanies her to her horse and watches her mount with ease, using the straps on the crutches to sling them over her back. There’s a smile on her face as she waves goodbye and he finds himself watching her leave, finally going inside when she enters the treeline and vanishes from sight. 

6. broken windows

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow and Kouga groaned at the shit-eating grin that slowly appeared on his face. “Are you sure you don’t just like watching me practice? Me, all sweaty and glistening after a long practice. I look quite dashing.” 

7. flash

He didn’t see pity in the counselor’s eyes. Instead, he saw sympathy and understanding along with a tinge of sadness in those ancient eyes. They betrayed the counselor’s youthful looks. Glorfindel believed their ancient eyes betrayed every elves’ looks. It was something they were unable to disguise with immortality. The sadness was quickly blinked away and was replaced by a calm mask.

8. aduial

Melian wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her tunic before continuing, her voice cracking slightly. “I remember when Luthien was first learning to walk, she kept falling over again and again, but she would get up each time and eventually she was able to walk. Whenever she was faced with an impossible situation, she found a way to get through it. Not even death stopped my daughter. Yes, she made mistakes. She made so many mistakes, but that is part of being alive. The true show of spirit and strength is getting up even when you feel you cannot continue on any longer. Arwen did that, just like my daughter. That is what I see in young Arwen, and I could not be more proud. And most importantly, she is not Luthien. She should not be Luthien, and she must learn that on her own. You shall never succeed in life if you try to be someone else. The only person you can be is yourself. Arwen will have a hard time learning this, but she will understand eventually.” 

9. just a bit frightened, that's all

Miwa shifted forward and wrapped one side around her left shoulder before moving closer to Kokichi and letting their shoulders press together before putting forward the other side of the blanket as a small offering. He blinked and a small dusting of pink appeared on his cheeks as he took the blanket and wrapped it around himself, leaning into her slightly. 

10. definitely not fate, perhaps just a cat

“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” Itadori whispers to the black cat staring him down. “You’re just waiting for the opportune moment. I trusted you even after the first time you bit me. And the second and possibly the third, but now we’re done. I know you’re evil and I will prove it.” 

Sukuna winks at him? Itadori swears that Sukuna, the demon cat, winks at him before a deadpan voice cuts through the amiable silence of the lobby of the veterinary clinic. 

“Uh, Itadori-san?” 

Itadori freezes at the monotone voice that’s tinged with confusion and possible amusement—he definitely heard Itadori talking to Sukuna, before slowly collecting himself and turning around with a smile while praying that his skin doesn’t reflect the embarrassment he feels. 

[hunting-songs]

Let Me Assign You A Nature Aesthetic And Also Maybe Psychoanalyse You In The Process ! Your Result: sand there's nothing wrong with bluntness. putting things at face value is kinder than disguised lies, i think. with you, the truth is the only option. and that's great. no tangled lies, no false truths, no unnecessary strands of hope. you're the anchor people need in their lives, the realist, the grounder. maybe you're the mom friend, too. you do these things, say these things because you care, you genuinely do. bluntness doesn't mean you're bitter; you're sweet, gentle, but honest when you need to be. always. don't let your realism get you down. don't let it lean into pessimism. are you scared of disappointment again? is that it? maybe bad things will happen, but good things can happen too. you can take care of everyone, but let them take care of you too. Senritsu is not that blunt. She does know what another person is feeling and considering, and she usually notes tactfully that she is aware of what is going on in a person. But she will only step in and rebuke or sit down a person to make them aware what they are feeling, when the situation is dangerouse for others or for them. When she was teaming up with Killua and Killua tried to pretend he did not wantedto help Kurapika, Senritsu, who very much already knew Killua wanted to help his friend but also complain about the danger and hassle, just noted his complaining with a amused "Is that so?" And when Kurapika exchanged Kuroro for Killua and Gon with Pakunoda, Senritsu was very aware of that this hostage-exchange would not work if the Phantom-Troup would be as coldblooded as Kurapika wanted them to be and she was also very aware that kurapika, smart cookie as he is, knew and noticed that. And she knew also that Kurpaika did not wanted to know that and choose to pretend he did not noticed, but in this situation she did not pointed this out because the situation was too dangerouse not only for her and Kurapika but for Gon and Killua as well. So while yes, she can be blunt and very direct as after all her ability makes most people around her also very blunt and direct because they know they can not hide from or lie to her so they are as honest with her as she is with them, but she also is very much aware when she should talk and when not. Senritsu works in the Mafia and had survived in it for over a year, she knows when to talk and when to be quiet.

Tagged By: A little Wildbirdie ! Tagging: @kiigan @bewitchingbaker @skarletchains @gyofukuki @stanislawkowalski @saiakv @kylo-wrecked @muddsludge @zealctry @distortedkilling @lightfaithed ...and YOU!

[mario8th]

What a Fascinating End to an Arc

Hunter X Hunter episode 55-58 marks the end of the York New City/Phantom Troupe arc, and once again this show continues to subvert my expectations.

There's so much, and while I don't necessarily think it was paced the best, I think the longer I sit with it the happier I am with the final product. I can definitely see how those doing rewatches would get more out of it

It was like watching a chess game slowly play out. Kurapika makes a move, but is surprised by Chrollo's. So he makes a brash decision, putting his valuable pieces in danger, then has to spend the rest of the match digging his way out.

And this puts him in the position to get some truly fascinating dubs. Mr. Lucilfer getting his nen essentially blocked was a wild one. And I'm not going to say the show Never goes into more heightened capital A Anime moments, but it doesn't do it as often as it could. Which made for a great gag when Anime Joker realized this.

Again, so many really interesting choices.

And leaving the reveal for the very end, seeing Gon and Killua being just the best kids from the perspective of Mind Lady was actually heartbreaking. She's a horrible mass murderer! And the show made me feel for her! Massive props!

Also Kurapika looked hot in their disguise.

All that being said, I'm very, very excited to head into another Gon and Killua focused arc. They're the highlights of this show for me. Apparently this is also roughly the halfway point of the show!

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[bwabys-scenarios]

Reunited

Part 8

Illumi x Reader

Part 7

Part 9

“Don’t you mess with me!” Menchi roared. “I don’t want any lip from a bunch of amateurs that can’t even roast a pig!!”

She shook the ninja who dared to insult her violently.

“What did you say?! Why don’t you just repeat it right to my face!!”

She let him go and sat back down, crossing her legs. (Name) awkwardly scooted near Buhara, liking her chances with him better.

“In other words, you people don’t have the guts to try something new, that’s why you failed. Maybe try taking a page from #406 and learning how to cook a pig.”

“Shut up!”

Menchi looked up to see #255 pointing in her direction.

“I don’t give a shit about becoming a gourmet hunter or whatever. I want to be an ACTUAL hunter.”

The crowd of contestants cheered in agreement.

“My goal is to become a Black List Hunter. I refuse to let a mere Gourmet Hunter decide my fate.”

Menchi raised an eyebrow.

“Too bad you got stuck with a mere gourmet hunter as an examiner… better luck next year?”

#255 grit his teeth.

“Why you… don’t mock me!”

The large man advanced, raising his fist to strike Menchi, who sat calmly.

Before the contestant could make contact, Buhara smacked him away with one hand, sending him flying through the air.

(Name) watched on in horror, holding down her skirt from the breeze caused my Buhara’s strike.

“Buhara, don’t interfere.”

Menchi eyed him, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

“Well… if I hadn’t interfered, you’d have killed him, right?”

Menchi laughed humorously as she stood from her seat, holding several cooking knives in hand.

“Probably.”

She stepped forward, each clink her shoe made causing (name) to flinch.

“Let me clarify this. We frequently venture into the dens of ferocious beasts, searching for ingredients.”

She raised her hands, the knives flying up.

“Every Hunter knows some form of martial art.”

As she spoke, she juggled the knives with ease, at a pace that made in nearly impossible to see said blades.

“You lack focus and the willingness to experiment. That alone disqualifies you from becoming hunters!”

She brandished the knives in her hand, pointing them towards the contestants. They stared on in awe at her skill, some hanging their heads in regret.

“That being said…”

Everyone looked around as an old man’s voice rang out through the testing place.

“It would be excessive to fail every applicant but one.”

Menchi gasped and looked up. A blimp flew overhead, hovering just above the training ground.

“That’s the symbol of the hunters association!” One of the contestants cried out.

“Is that-“

The person was cut off by something falling and hitting the ground, causing a dust cloud to form in the air. The group coughs as the dust clears.

Gon and the rest of the group steadies themselves, looking through the dust to see who it was.

Illumi, in his disguise, looks on, less than impressed while Hisoka scowled next to him.

An old man appeared, walking towards (Name) and the instructors.

“Wh-who’s that geezer?” One of the contestants whispers.

“The chairman of the selection committee. He’s in charge of the Hunter exam, Chairman Netero.”

Menchi replies, seeming a lot calmer.

“Well, I work behind the scenes. I only take action when there’s an issue, like now.”

Netero sighs and looks up.

“So, young Menchi…”

“Yes sir.”

“You failed all but one of the applicants because you disapproved and of their reluctance to try new things?”

Menchi shook her head, her hair waving frantically.

“No, I lost my cool when one of the candidates insulted Gourmet Hunters, and I made the exam harder than necessary.”

Netero nodded.

“In other words, you’re aware this exam was unacceptable.”

“Yes sir, I lose my cool when cooking is involved.”

The two continue their conversation. (Name)‘a gaze drifts to her friends, who had their eyes on her. She waves, trying to go unnoticed by the people chatting. They wave back, Kurapika and Leorio looking concerned.

“Very well, how about this.”

(Name) perked back up.

“I’d like you to continue serving as an examiner, but you must also participate in the new test you propose. Is that acceptable? I’m sure that will help the applicant accept the results.”

Menchi smiles, and nods thoughtfully.

“That sounds good. Then the new challenge will be boiled eggs!”

“Boiled eggs?”

“Chairman, can you rage us to Mt. Split-in-Half in your airship?”

Netero laughed.

“Mt. Split-in-Half? I see what you’re doing. Certainly I can.”

——————

The contestants disembarked on a large, red tinted mountain with a wide crack in the middle.

“Now everyone… look down there.” Menchi says, hands on her hips.

“What is that?”

Right below them was a cavern with web like structures stretched from side to side, holding up clusters of eggs.

“A spider eagles nest.”

“They build webs down there?” Gon asks, looking down.

(Name) watches as the group chats with Menchi. She demonstrates how to get an egg, and they watch on in amazement.

“Since you passed last round, you won’t be participating.”

(Name) turned to see Chairman Netero smiling behind her. She squeaked out a thank you, which seemed to amuse him.

“You already know who I am, but what is your name, #406?”

(Name) paused, then answered as calmly as she could.

“I’m (Name), (Last Name). Thank you so much for the opportunity to become a hunter.”

Netero chuckled, pulling at his beard.

“No need to thank me, I’m just an old man doing his job. I’m not the one who made it this far, so you only have yourself to thank for that. Passing Menchi’s test isn’t easy. It seems she may have taking a liking to you.”

Netero looks the woman up and down. As he begins to talk more, he senses a presence nearby, specifically a malicious one. He stops and gives her a grin.

“It was nice talking to you, I’ll see you soon on the airship, Miss (Name).”

(Name) watched as Netero left, relaxing a bit when she couldn’t see him any longer.

‘Seems the girl has someone watching over her.’ Netero thought to himself, getting a little excited.

‘This exam will be interesting.’

—————

The four boys approached (Name) after the whole ordeal.

“(Name) you gotta try this boiled egg, it’s delicious! I don’t think I’ve ever tasted a better egg!”

Leorio held out half of his egg to her, which (Name) took with a thanks.

“Thank you, I was starving.”

They all eat in comfortable silence, enjoying their prizes.

“Quite a few applicants gave up without trying.” Kurapika said, filling (Name) in.

“Their loss!” Leorio said between bites.

Killua watched (Name) as he ate with light concern.

“I saw that old guy was talking with you earlier. What did he want?”

(Name) tilted her head.

“Nothing really, just had me introduce myself to him, and said something about it being hard to pass Menchi’s tests.”

“It seems that’s true.” Kurapika agreed, nodding his head.

“She’s quite skilled, though seems impatient when it comes to things she holds dear.”

They all nodded.

“All contestants, please make your way to the airship!”

The group winced at the announcement.

“Damn that was loud!” Leorio exclaimed, rubbing his head. “Enough to give me a damn headache.”

The group walk onto the airship along with their fellow contestants.

[tokaritoo]

stupidness and shopping

[nicosniners]

bsd hcs

-dazai never passes up an opportunity to make your mom jokes

-yosano agrees immensely with this

-ranpo hates mystery movies

-kenji listens to the weirdest fucking music but it's kind of a bop

-kunikida has a bunch of merch from shows he likes

-karl adopted poe, not the other way around

-yosano reads those cheesy supermarket romance novels and likes them unironically

-kyouka steals clothes from E V E R Y O N E

-ranpo can quote every vine

[bigskycastle]

just realised you probably meant the other one but this one is….well

[vampiremoneyz]

a lil snippet from a fun leopika wip because he is very pretty