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Do you know what happened to Softkillua?
He felt like keeping up his tumblr was too much pressure for him, so he deactivated his tumblr to focus more on himself and his life. That’s what I understood from his notification post before he deactivated at least.
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“Can you brush my hair?”
The teapot whistled, volume II of The Human Body in Mythsnuggled at last where it belongs on the fourth shelf in her library, Leoriostepped out of the shower.
Cheadle trotted to the kitchen and turned down the stove,heard his bare feet squeaking on the floorboards before he appeared in sight,in shorts with a towel still draped over his head.
“Hi.” he smiled at her, but she could hardly see it frombehind long wet locks of hair stuck to his face, dangling past his chin.“Where’s the hairbrush?”
“My room, first drawer.” she answered him, opening thecupboard to retrieve two cups.
“Hey Cheadle,”
“Yes?”
He took a breath, the corners of his mouth drawn down insomething akin to embarrassment. “Can you brush my hair?”
She turned back to him, squinting at his head, trying toenvisage the mess under the towel. “It will hurt.”
Leorio shrugged. “I can handle it.”
In the living room, he found Cheadle lounging on the couch,having dragged the coffee table a little to the side. She offered her palm forhim to hand her the brush, and opened her legs. “Sit.”
His eyes followed her knees as they parted. “What.”
Cheadle poked the air with the brush, pointing it at thefloor. “Sit on the carpet, that way it will be easier for me.” she inched herlegs farther apart. “Or would you like a chair?”
Leorio shook his head. “No, I like this.”
“I thought so.”
He squatted down between her legs, planted a quick kiss onher knee before turning around to rest his back against the couch. Cheadlehummed over him, sprawling her fingers in his hair, dragging them down like theteeth of a comb, patiently untying knots in her way.
“It almost reaches your shoulders now.” she commented,absentmindedly gathering it between her hands.
“You like it?”
“It curls.”
Leorio snorted. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll care for it better then.”
Cheadle picked up the brush, and started from the top of hishead. “That shouldn’t be your only incentive. Long hair is a responsibility.”he flinched when the brush stuck. “If you can’t properly care for it, then cutit.”
Leorio groaned. “Is that your Mama speaking?”
She chuckled. “More or less.”
“My mom used to say the exact same thing, to my sisters.”she could feel his smile without seeing it. “I have to start taking itpersonally now.”
“I bet you were one greasy boy who had to be dragged by thenose to bathe.”
Leorio laughed. “That isn’t true. I just needed somepersuading.”
“Of course.”
They fell into comfortable silence, his eyes fixed on thewaning thread of steam creeping out of the teapot, at the beam of sunlightcutting the table in half, feeling Cheadle’s hand resting gently on the top ofhis head while her brush descended along his hair over and over again. Hewanted to lean his head on her knee, but she would push his head upright everytime he tried.
“I can braid your hair, if you want.” Cheadle said, finallysetting down the brush. “Make you look like warrior princes of olden times.”
Leorio chuckled. “That doesn’t sound like me at all.”
She hummed, running her fingers through his combed hair,forking it into three locks. “Maybe, however I’d like to see for myself.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
Cheadle started braiding.
“Didn’t you know, allthis wild hair is making me popular.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, I get ‘looks’, you know what I mean?”
She snickered, folding the two last tresses, then using herteeth to drag a tattered black hairband from around her wrist. She leaned down,and placed a kiss on the top of his head. “We’re done here.”
He instantly turned around to face her. “How do I look?”
“You can check yourself in a mirror, Leorio.”
“No, just tell me, do I look like a warrior prince?”
Cheadle pierced her lips. “No.”
He looked disappointed. “Really?”
“You look better.”
Leorio hooked his arms under her knees, drawing them closer,and finally got to lean his head on them. “Thank you.”
She held an escaped tendril and tucked it behind his ear.“You’re welcome.”
#leorio paladiknight#cheadle yorkshire#im starting tame#hxh#leodle#hxh fic#if you're wondering The Human Body in Myth is a double fictional book of my creation#exists in other fics too#it has fucked up stuff inside#a mini story is cheadle finally getting her hands on the second volume#softkillua#tumblr ficcing
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some sketches of @softkillua & @xyliane sad fic/meta post where killua is killed by pitou instead of kite 8′’’^)
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Happy birthday @softkillua !!!! One of the kids at work decided Killua needed a green scribble….
#these children#hap borth#i don't want to freak you out i remade#used to be percy_and_pierre and authorout#idk how to do this without looking like a weirdo so#eh#softkillua#killua zoldyck#hxh#hunter x hunter#Sankt draws
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“Gon laughs, and I can’t help the smile that creeps across my face from the sound.
And we trade stories back and forth like this. I tell him about back in the day when Me and Mer were little shits in middle school, always getting into trouble. He tells me how he met his closest friends, Leorio and Kurapika–who I learn is actually “they” and not “he”. I give him the happy stories about me and Alluka, minus the family bullshit and Gon tells me about his life on Whale Island, how much he misses it. He promises to take me camping one day since I’m such a goddamn spoiled as shit city boy. And this time, it really does feel like hours pass before we know it.”
Quote from " Come and see me " by Softkillua on ao3
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My (veeery) late contribution to @hxhbb17!
I was paired with @softkillua‘s super fic Come & See Me [2 A.M. Again] and needed to draw my favourite part of That Scene™ we talked about :P
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softkillua replied to your post: /
text me what you need to send and we’ll make it sound professional and adult as fuck
this is so nice really thank you so much but i need to learn to do these things on my own even if i complain the whole time or have panic attacks or whatever i need to do it myself
#softkillua#or else i'll never survive in uni#but thank you so much it means a lot#im sorry#idk why but i feel sorry#im sorry...#replies#friend tag
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I'm actually so honored you love my story?? Wow??? I was so afraid how people would react cause. It's. Well.. different? Lmfao but thank you so much aaaahhh! I'm so glad you were part of te BB!! ❤️
Dude, I am here for the high school au’s, especially when they involve a jock and a ‘bad boy.’ Plus all of Killua’s friendships are adorable and I
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Softkillua promo~! <3
Hello guys!!!! Shimmy-Sham here!
I have a wonderful friend who has just recently started a blog where they plan to post their writings! It’s gonna be lots of Killugon love <3
They also post Hunter x Hunter stuff in general!!
Their blog is @softkillua so please give them a follow! They are really super nice and so much fun to talk to! (Their writing is amazing and a lot of fun! So I know you guys will enjoy their work, too!)
Thank you~~
#Honestly this person is a lovely human being#Please love them#I can't wait to see more writings#There aren't any posted yet but there should be soon!!!#Please treat them kindly~#Softkillua#Shimmy-sham thoughts
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The post I was tagged in was already super long so I'm making a new one
Build your own Ghibli movie based on your height, birthday, favorite color, and zodiac (from @/softkillua on Twitter)
Get the images here ✨
Here's mine:
Thank you for tagging me @levi-lover and sorry for taking so long!!
I'm tagging @breitzbachbea @amber-isnt-a-precious-stone @freakinpurrfect and @cocasoula if you guys want to :)
#I'm really happy to be tagged in a game with my main tbh! I dont have many mutuals and people I talk to here#(theyre all on my side blog lmao#)#tag game#my stuff#btw I would 100% watch this move because it sounds lovely
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ooo this looked really interesting so i'm bringing it here:
Build your own Ghibli movie based on your height, birthday, favorite color, and zodiac (from @/softkillua on Twitter)
Get the images here ✨
mine was:
tagging anyone who wants to try!!!
#this was very fun#i will use this as some prompts or something#sooubway speaks#studio ghibli#tag game#fave#saved#for later
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Walking on Moonlight
Word Count: 2218
Summary:
“Killua?”
Killua grounds his teeth together. “I’m not mad.”
Gon hums. “Okay. But, you know, you kind of sound like you are, so-”
“Gon!” Killua snaps- for real, this time. “I am not mad, okay?! I’m just. Kind of…”
“Pissed?”
This is a fic written for my friend Kaz, aka @softkillua! I told him ages ago that I would write him anything for his birthday today and this was his request! This is a killugon trans crew au in which killua is transgender male and Gon is generfluid- you can find more about this universe in Kaz’s sideblog @thehxh-transcrewau! And lastly, this fic was beta’d by the kind and wonderful @murderxbaby, thank you so much for helping out with this!
I hope you like this Kaz it was a pleasure to write with your characters ^-^ and I wish you a very happy and wonderful birthday!!!!! Eat all the cake haha
P.S. Check out shimmy-sham’s beautiful artwork to go along with this fic!!!
The walk is silent.
Not awkward, really, because things can never actually be awkward when it comes to the two of them spending time together. They know each other too well for that. But the walk is still quiet and kind of weird, and Killua is already more flustered than he would like admit after the events that occurred in the past few hours.
Because Gon had taken him out. On a date. Like, a real date. Not their usual “Hey, hey, Killua, let’s go get ice cream!” or “OH! Killua, let's go home and watch a movie. Aunt Mito’s out for the night!” kind of date that Killua is more than used to and happy with at this point.
No. Like a real, real date. The kind where they’d driven to some fancy restaurant with a fancy name Killua would never be able to pronounce with an equally fancy menu plastered with even more fancy names. On top of it all, Gon insisted on getting all dressed up and nice and pretty and Killua- Killua hated getting dressed up. Hated it with the fiery burning passion of a thousand suns.
But he did it, because it was for Gon. He let Alluka straighten his hair, tie it half up in an eloquent set of knots and braids while the rest cascaded down his back, for Gon. He put on dark jeans and his best sweater- even though it scratched at his skin and itched- for Gon, because Gon liked how those colors looked on him, and Gon was worth it.
But that didn’t mean Killua was exactly happy about it.
“You okay?”
Killua scowls at the question. “Fine,” he bites out, trying his honest-to-god best not to snap (but he’s pretty sure he ends up doing it anyway). “Amazing. Just- you know, peachy.”
Gon laughs. It’s a mix of bells and chimes, the swell of an ocean wave, and the freedom of a bird soaring through the sky. Gon’s laughter is beautiful, honestly. It’s probably one of the most- if not the most- beautiful sounds Killua’s ever heard, or ever will. Killua can’t help the way his sour mood lifts a little at the joy spilling from Gon’s perfect lips.
“What?” Killua asks, brow furrowing.
Gon cuts them-self off, still giggling slightly when they ask, “Are you still mad about dinner?”
Dinner. Dinner, Gon says, like it’s not that big of a deal, like they hadn’t gone and made this entire thing ten times more bizarre and weird than it already was by insisting that they pay for the whole bill and not let Killua hand over a single penny-
“Killua?”
Killua grounds his teeth together. “I’m not mad.”
Gon hums. “Okay. But, you know, you kind of sound like you are, so-”
“Gon!” Killua snaps- for real, this time. “I am not mad, okay?! I’m just. Kind of…”
“Pissed?”
Gon lets out another peal of laughter when Killua whirls around and punches them in the shoulder. “AH, Killua, ahaha-”
“Shut it! Ugh!”
“It’s the truth though, right?”
“No! It’s not!”
Gon nudges him, golden eyes sparkling with mirth in the faint glow of the moon. “What is it then, hmm?”
“I. Am not. Mad.” Killua turns sharply away from Gon’s burning gaze and glowers moodily at the path ahead of them. He refuses to lose himself in the magnetic pull embodied by the one and only Gon Freecss.
In the distance, Killua spots a wooden bridge that curved over the opening to the harbor. He keeps his own blue eyes trained on that as he mumbles, “It’s just, weird, okay? We never do stuff like that, Gon. Not once in the entire time we’ve been dating have we ever done anything that fancy. Where the hell did all of that even come from?!”
Out of the corner of his vision, Killua sees Gon bob their head thoughtfully. “Hmm. That’s true! But, that’s exactly why I wanted to do it, you know?”
“…no. I don’t know.”
Gon clasps their hands behind their back and they disappear from view in the folds of Gon’s long skirt. “Well! That’s kind of why I did all of this, actually? I was just thinking that we’ve never gone on an official date before! We’ve always done a lot of little stuff but never anything official. And that’s what I want for us!”
“G-Gon,” Killua chokes out. He can feel an ugly blush creeping up his neck, blooming across his cheeks and spreading all the way to the tip of his ears. It’s hot and uncomfortable and the small butterflies in his stomach really aren’t making this experience any easier. “That’s…c’mon, we’ve been dating for years now, you never needed to do anything ‘official’. We’re as officially together as we’ll ever be.”
“I know! But Lea and Kurapika go on these really nice dates all the time and they’re always doing a ton of special things for each other. This was never about doing something that ‘needed’ to be done. I wanted to do that with you, because you’re wonderful and amazing, and you deserve to be treated like that.”
Killua ducks his head at that, knowing his entire face is scarlet. Gon’s words were genuine, tender. They weren’t lying about any of that; they were being honest and blunt as usual, and it was…
“Embarrassing,” Killua mutters and hears Gon stifle a snicker.
“You’re the only one embarrassed, Ki-llu-a,” Gon says teasingly. Something warm and soft brushes against Killua’s knuckles and as mortified as Killua is right now, he doesn’t stop Gon from weaving their fingers together lightly. Gon squeezes once and Killua tightens his hip in response.
They’re 20 years old. They’ve been dating for years and know each other even longer than that. And yet, having all that knowledge doesn’t stop Killua’s heart from bursting at the simple contact of Gon’s calloused skin against his. Their hands still fit as perfectly as ever, Killua’s longer fingers fitting snugly against Gon’s broader ones. He still loves the way Gon’s thumb absent-mindedly traces circles into the curve of his bone, how Gon sometimes squeezes his hand too tightly when they get overexcited about something, the light swinging of their arms to match the pace of their feet…
It’s good. It’s good and wonderful and perfect, and it’s so much more than Killua could’ve ever dreamed at the tender age of 12, before he and Gon became an actual thing. It’s so good that it makes him wonder if he’s worth it, sometimes.
But then he sees the happiness brighten Gon’s eyes whenever they lock onto Killua’s face, the automatic curve of their lips whenever they call out Killua’s name, and Killua knows the answer.
Gon gasps suddenly and points ahead with their free hand. “Killua, look! It’s a bridge with fairy lights and water, and-”
“Yeah, I know.” Killua fondly rolls his eyes at Gon’s enthusiasm. “I saw it earlier. Why are you so-”
He yelps at the sharp tug of his arm. And then they’re both running, feet pounding on black cement as Gon half pulls, half races Killua to the wooden bridge. Killua’s lungs burn and his heart pounds, but Gon holds onto his hand tightly the entire time.
The pair only slow after their shoes hit the first wooden block. When they finally stop, both are a panting, sweaty mess. Killua can feel his bangs sticking to his forehead as the adrenaline leaves his veins. His mouth tastes like metal and Gon- Gon is still holding his hand somehow.
Killua swallows thickly at the realization. His gaze slowly traces up the line of Gon’s arm, over their neck to land on their wonderful face. Gon is staring straight ahead, eyes twinkling with simple joy at the yellow lights twisting around the bridge’s railing. Gon tugs gently at Killua’s arm to lead him forward.
“C’mon,” Gon says softly and Killua obeys without hesitation.
The sight at the top of the bridge is beautiful. Killua’s mouth falls open and he gapes at the harbor that unfolds before them, moonlight flickering across shallow waves while stars shine like scattered diamonds in an endless sky of midnight blue. The air is cooler here, fresh, and filled with the low trickling sound of the river under their feet. Killua lets go of Gon’s hand to wrap his long fingers around the wooden railing, drinking in the wondrously peaceful scene around them.
He doesn’t even react when a pair of warm arms wrap themselves around his waist.
“Pretty, right?” Gon says into Killua’s ear. Their warm breath ghosts across Killua’s skin, and Killua can’t help but lean back with a sigh.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. He feels soft and fuzzy and content. Gon’s muscled arms around him always have that effect on him. Killua knows he is safe here, in Gon’s embrace, tucked against their beating heart. No one can hurt him as long as Gon is holding him like this.
Killua reaches back to scratch Gon’s head, earning him a happy hum from the person he loved most in the world. Killua admits lowly, “It’s beautiful.”
“So are you.”
Killua’s heart throbs. “Gon-”
“It’s true,” Gon says stubbornly. “Really, Killua. You are. I’ve never seen anything prettier than your smile. You glow from the inside, you know?”
Killua didn’t know. He didn’t understand how Gon could be so patient with him on his worst days, when the depression was heavy and thick and all he wanted was to lay in bed until the world ended. He didn’t understand Gon’s infinite adoration for him, or their unconditional love. He didn’t see most of the things Gon say they love about him. But that’s what love is, isn’t it? Loving someone for every part of them- even the parts they themself couldn’t see.
Killua lets out a long breath, tilting his head backwards to rest against Gon’s shoulder and lifts his face towards the stars. “You’re so weird,” he grumbles as he tries- and fails- to ignore the prickling heat creeping to his cheeks. “People can’t glow, Gon. I’m not a star.”
Gon giggles and nuzzles their nose into Killua’s styled hair. “I think you could be a star, maybe.”
The heat rushing to his skin was growing unbearable now. “Don’t be an idiot.”
“I’m not! I’m just saying, you have pretty silver hair and nice pearly skin and eyes like the sky, and you look like a star, I think! That’s all.”
“That’s all,” Killua parrots back sarcastically and Gon nods enthusiastically.
“Yeah! I mean, I could go on if you want-”
“No, Gon.”
Gon laughs again, light and happy, and butterflies flutter back to life inside Killua’s chest.
It’s stupid. Stupid and cheesy and dumb. But being here, wrapped in Gon’s arms with the heavens spread above them and the quiet chirping of crickets floating through the air…it makes Killua feel like he and Gon belong together, somehow. Like they really are two pieces of a whole, like they are meant to be like this forever.
A slight breeze swirls around them. Gon sways a little in response, forcing Killua to move with them.
“Gon,” Killua starts as Gon begins to hum something, lips pressed to the crown of Killua’s head. “Gon. What are you doing.”
“Nothing,” Gon says, sounding entirely too innocent.
They keep on swaying back and forth. The motion gets stronger, more lavish and flowing, until suddenly Killua finds himself being spun around to face Gon’s beaming face.
“Gon-!” he gasps out but Gon is already grasping his hand, guiding him forward while their second hand presses into the curve of Killua’s spine.
“It’s just a little dancing, Killua,” Gon says. Their voice is so melodic, so enticing, Killua can’t help but be swept away.
“There’s no music,” he says, glancing around anxiously in case someone was watching. He nearly trips over his feet in the process but Gon catches him easily, keeps the pair of them moving as if Killua never fell in the first place.
“Don’t need music, when I got you, baby~”
Killua scoffs at Gon’s teasing. “Yeah, whatever. Sunshine.”
Gon loses it at that. Their whole body shakes with chortling laughter and Killua has to whack them on the shoulder, face burning, before they finally stop.
“You’re so ridiculous.” Killua tugs lightly at Gon’s slicked back hair. He’s not sure how much he likes it; the amount of gel Gon used to get it to stay back like that probably cost them a pretty penny. It was sweet of them for trying though, despite how much more Killua loved Gon’s normal, soft spikes. Gon had tried to look nice for him, just like Killua had done.
“You still love me, though!” Gon chirps brightly and Killua feels his expression soften.
“Yeah,” he admits quietly, silently relishing in the awe that flows into Gon’s beautiful golden eyes. The lights make their tan skin glow, and for a moment, Killua understands what Gon had said earlier. Love made people glow, made them shine. And they were shining here together, under the moon and stars. “I do.”
He cups Gon’s jaw, taking a split second to absorb the warmth radiating from Gon as the other gazed back at him, before pressing his lips to Gon’s and melting into their embrace.
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softkillua replied to your post “Quick question, do you know how old Cheadle is / how big is the Leodle...”
Cheadle's birthday is one day before mine DAMN
WE’LL MAKE YOU TWO A JOINED BIRTHDAY
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softkillua replied to your post: the image of adult gon or killua wearing glasses...
the only one i can see wearing glasses is Killua and the only reason he would do that is because he would think he’d need them to do some undercover reconnaissance of some sort. like when Gon when on a date with Palm? Yeah, there’s older Killua following some dudes wearing the most attention grabbing glasses, they’re too big for his face and a little funky because dude straight up still does not understand how to fucking dress low key.
HAHA YES, he just has a huge collection of non prescription glasses for disguise purposes
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Song tagging doodah
Tagged by the wonderful @softkillua ! Tank you love!!!!!
RULES; If you can list the top ten songs you have been listening to lately and tag ten mutual to do the same!
I'm just looking through my soundcloud list for these
1. Rent4 by LAKIM
2. Guillotine by Jon Bellion
3. B Ball by Gunkst
4. Broken by Lund
5. Vacation by Dirty Heads
6. I'm Ready by AJR
7. Feel It Still by Portugal. the Man
8. No Roots by Alice Merton
9. Lunch n Breakfast by Atari Jones
10. June by XVI
I hope you kids maybe find a fun song in these?? My taste in music changes so rapidly but I know 1, 2, and 4 have been in my playlist for a few months now! This was super fun! If @gayshinx wants to do this go ahead love! Thank you for tagging my lil ol’ self Kaz it’s been an honor and a joy!!!!!
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Build your own Ghibli movie based on your height, birthday, favorite color, and zodiac (from @/softkillua on Twitter). Get the images here ✨
Thanks @mmaneskin @damiannasworld for the tag 💕
I tag @victoria-de-angelis @la-fourmi @madamtrashbat @vicsdeangelis @smulders-cobie @ginny-lily @thlrlwalls @rememberedkisses @ethaneskin
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