#split Killua au

[twila-star]

Au where Killua and Gon fighting a nen user and Killua gets hit by their hatsu and it splits his personalities into multiple Killua’s, like embarassed/shy Killua, angsty Killua, playful witty Killua. And Gon is like ‘we have to find all of them to put u back together!’ But all the Killua’s is like, ‘we gotta keep away love Killua’ who is actively trying to get to Gon to finally confess his love without the other emotions holding him back from saying it.

[crusty-chronicles]

Hey I loved your kite smut posts, it’s doing things to me mentally, I’ve been reading it everyday for a week now I’m really down bad for this 2d man.

Btw can you please make part 3 (pretty please)

An: Y'all don't realize how down bad I am for this man already. I've got a threesome with him and Ging on the way, another future Chimera Ant Kite (like an Au, just not his canonical little girl form) and now this one. 😭😭😭 I've become a whore.

Okay here we go

Love Me Like I'm Your Last (Part 3)

SCREAMING BC HE'S SO FUCKING PRETTY

SMUT So Minors DNI

Warnings: Fem bodied reader, Sexting, hair pulling, creampie, scratching, biting, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy(might be breeding kink), long distance relationship, fluff at the end because I'm soft for this man.

Synopsis: You miss your partner and after finally being able to meet with each other for the first time in months, you two decide to indugle in yourselves for a little while. Part 1, Part 2

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You knew this relationship would be difficult. Especially now that the both of you had split up to travel with your respective parties. Yes you had each other's numbers, but it wasn't face to face.

You couldn't touch him, couldn't bask in his presence. And time had been cut too short last time. You had barely gotten properly dressed by the time the door swung open and in came everyone.

It was only a few days after that when you were once again dragged off to start a new adventure with your boys.

Kite called you as often as he could, which wasn't much considering the continent he was surveying had terrible service.

You'd tried your best to answer each and every one of them, but it was so damn hard to do much when you were being chased down by whatever creature Gon and Killua decided to piss off.

Not to mention fending off that creepy clown.

You were exhausted, and missing his call only made you feel even worse. You hoped Kite didn't think you were ignoring him.

You didn't exactly have the best track record with relationships. Or any serious ones.

But this was one you truly wanted. Kite was sweet. He had a presence that was both calming and intimidating, depending on the person. You found a comfort in his strength along with his unwavering resolve.

Then there was that last factor that had sealed the deal.

The boys both adored him. They respected him. They trusted him.

And in your eyes it was perfect. A partner who didn't mind that you had two children practically hanging off of you. Somebody who made the effort to teach them something.

This was a relationship you were willing to fight for.

But damnit four months was too long.

You were getting restless by the second. Hearing his voice just wasn't enough to satiate the need to have him with you. It wasn't enough to dispel the desire that only grew stronger in his absence. Normally you'd be able to take care of yourself, but your fingers just couldn't compare to his cock. Not since that first time together.

So being the little shit that you were, you figured you'd just give him an incentive to finish up his work sooner.

Making sure your door was locked, you snapped a picture.

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There was a small buzz in Kite's pocket, alerting him to a new message. It was a miracle this building had some semblance of service. He figured it wouldn't hurt to check since it might be important. He was caught off guard to see it was from you.

Meaning that yes, it was very important.

He clicked open the notification and froze.

Now this was different. Did you know you were starting a very dangerous game? Because why, why had you sent this right when he was in a meeting with his team?!?!

He couldn't stop the red that slowly consumed his face the longer he stared. It had been so long. So very long since he last touched you. And now seeing this, your nipples peaking out from the flimsy shirt you were wearing...

He really had to finish this project up as soon as he could.

"You holding up okay there, Kite?" Spin's voice had snapped him out of his thoughts.

He figured he must've looked like a mess from the concerned stares of his team.

"Fine. We'll finish up here by the end of the week, then send everyone home."

He tried his best to sound professional, but his mind kept circling back to that damn picture. Even in spirit you were such a tease.

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You were surprised to say the least. Delighted, but surprised. A message from Kite. There finally must've been some good service, and you briefly wondered if he'd seen your little gift. If he had that sweet flustered expression when he realized what it was.

You clicked open the message and immediately panicked.

You were in public. You were currently having lunch with the boys. And the message you just got was a picture.

A picture of your boyfriend holding his very red and leaky member.

You supposed you deserved it though, you did do it first. And it's not like you were complaining about the image itself, just the setting you were currently viewing it in.

You could make out the small vein that ran along his shaft along with the slight curve upwards. The dribble of pre that had slipped onto his oh so deliciously long fingers. You could feel warmth spread across your face and a desire spark in your gut.

You quickly shut your phone off to avoid the embarrassment that would surely follow if someone saw it.

God you really needed a break to track his ass down.

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Kite was grateful to be back in the comfort of his hotel room again. Just a few more days until he would see you. A few more days until he could touch you.

The thought that he might've went a little too far with the picture he sent crossed his mind. But he knew you. He knew you were direct and preferred it when others were the same.

That didn't mean he wasn't a smidge embarrassed for sending it anyway. He wasn't used to being this forward.

To his surprise there was another buzz coming from his phone. It was from you.

And it was a voice message.

He had a feeling he knew what it was. You were gonna be the death of him. With a slight eagerness, he clicked it.

"Do you, mmm, know how hard it's been for me to cum." He heard you let out a soft whine along with the familiar sound of slick. He had never been so relieved to be alone.

"You've ruined me, you know. I can't satisfy myself without you. And it's not like I have the means to keep any toys around."

Those words had made him harden instantly. To know that you needed him for your pleasure. That your body craved him, and only him.

No toys was just a nice bonus to add onto how tight you'd be when he finally got his hands on you again.

The message ended with a soft moan and the sound of what he could only assume was your fingers moving a steady pace inside you.

He was straining uncomfortably in his pants. Then an idea struck him. He already one-upped you once, what was the harm in going a little further.

You deserved a taste of your own medicine, especially with how painfully hard you just made him.

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You weren't expecting another notification so soon. It was just a few minutes after you tried (and failed) to get rid of your growing sexual frustration.

You had never been so grateful to have the hindsight to book two separate rooms. If things went as planned, Leorio would take the boys off your back for a few days. Plenty of time for you to find your partner and satisfy both your needs.

But for now.....

Oh wow

It was a video this time. How cute, it was like he was competing with you. Maybe next time you'd call him to up the ante once more.

It started and you were once again met with the sight of your boyfriend's cock, his hand wrapped firmly around the base. You could feel the pressure in your core grow.

"Look what you've done, love. You've got me so wound up, I had to end the expedition early just to see you." You watched his hand give firm strokes, stopping every once in a while to thumb the slit of his head. They became faster as he voiced out his frustrations.

"You've been naughty, sending me your tits while I'm working." He let out a groan that made you impossibly wet.

"So desperate for me to be inside you." Then a murmur of 'Just a few more days,' before the screen started shaking in his grip. You didn't think you could take it if he came. The feeling of wanting him inside, all of him, would be too great.

But damnit if you didn't want to see him make a mess all over himself. Your pretty boy come undone from just the thought of you.

"You know, you've ruined me too. I don't think I'll ever truly be satisfied unless I'm so snug inside you, I can't pull out." His breathing got heavier and just before that warm spurt of cum could shoot out, the video ended.

Three days, you'd wait three days before you left to find him.

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You had called him this time, just a few days later. And if he knew you, it was probably a good thing he just checked into another hotel. His last stop before coming back to you.

But things had gone a little differently than expected when he answered. Not in a bad way, god not in a bad way.

He hadn't gotten a word in before you started speaking.

"Open up, loser. I'm here to ride you."

He almost choked from the suddenness. He was not expecting this sudden turn of events. It had slipped his mind that you could find him yourself. And god was he grateful you did. Anymore of your teasing would drive him mad.

"You're at the door?" There was a light tapping that followed.

"Yeah that's me. Unless you've got someone else you're waiting on? But I gotta say, I'm not too fond about sharing."

A jolt of arousal ran through him.

"You're snippier than usual. Are you really that needy, love?" He had unlocked his door and opened it.

He was met with the sight of you and a very playful glint in your eye. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds. Taking in the appearances you both desperately missed.

"Hi, baby."

Kite's face went a light shade of red at your greeting. For a brief second, the playfulness of your expression melted away into something softer.

"Hi." A few more seconds of peace, and then you had slammed into his chest for a very much needed embrace.

His arms wrapped tightly around your waist and kept you there to plant a kiss on your forehead. You looked up and pulled him back down for a proper one.

It was soft, despite the vulgar circumstances that had brought the two of you together. You parted reluctantly, with Kite chasing after your lips.

"We've got a week all to ourselves," you started.

A week was plenty of time for just yourselves. There would be more intruded on time, but a week was more than enough to feel you scraping your nails down Kite's back as he fucked into you.

You placed a hand on his chest as you took a step into his hotel room.

"Let's have some fun today and spend the rest of the week catching up. Maybe go on a decent date, hmm? What do you say my pretty boy?"

The lust in the air had returned.

"Sounds perfect."

The door shut closed behind you and like a rubber band, the two of you snapped.

Your kisses hungry as Kite pushed you against the wall. Mouth opening quickly to let his tongue dance with yours in a perfect symphony. You let out a whine at the feeling of his hand guiding your leg up around his waist.

His cock pressed deliciously into your moistening core. The friction from the light roll of his hips made your head dizzy.

You'd barley started and already it was becoming too much.

The kiss ended with a string of saliva connecting you two. It broke as you quickly lifted off your shirt and tossed it into an unknown corner.

You squeaked at a harsh grab to your ass.

"Jump." You didn't hesitate to follow his instructions, too focused on the pressure steadily pressing into your cunt to be mean.

You lifted yourself up as Kite's hands went under your ass to secure you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, hands gripping his shoulders for life as his movements became more intense.

Lips attached themselves to your collarbone. The sucking sensation making you push his head down further into your breasts.

The very same that had distracted Kite from his work. The ones he'd be sure to mark up in dark bruises so you knew he only wanted you. The same way you only wanted him.

Your bra was quickly discarded to give him better access. Your chest heaving so hard up and down, it was practically inviting him to take one of your soft buds into his mouth.

"H-hey!" You whimpered out at the feeling of teeth scraping down your nipple. The added stimulation had you clenching around nothing. You reached up and tugged on his silver locks to ground yourself.

You were met with a groan and another squeeze to your ass.

At this rate you'd make a mess in your pants. And judging by the now erratic roll of his hips, so was Kite.

You tugged harder on his scalp as he switched breasts. A well aimed thrust to you clit had you whining.

"Wait, wait, wait! You're gonna make me cum!" You didn't want to climax so early. Not when he hadn't even had a chance to be inside you. That and it would be embarrassing.

Your own fingers had failed you, but just grinding on each other was the thing that would do you in?

Kite detached from your now reddening nipple. His gaze was heated and his face had that flustered expression you loved so much.

"Then cum, since it's what you wanted so badly a few days ago. But we won't be finished until I say so." With another well aimed thrust, you felt white hot pleasure course through your body.

Your legs tensed up tight around him as you felt your pussy clamp down around nothing. A wanton moan slipping past your lips with a new surge of wetness leaking out of you. The coil in your belly at last snapping.

You'd get him back for that. For believing he was the one in control. You wouldn't be done here until you milked his cock for everything he's worth. Until you'd taken every last drop from him.

You came down from your high to see a smug expression on your boyfriend's face. Very pleased with the affect he had on you.

Okay so maybe you'd let him keep topping you. Just for tonight. A shame though, you really wanted to ride his pretty cock.

Your hands released their grip on his hair, instead moving to cup his face.

"You feel that?" You ground your hips down on his hardness, a noticeable wet spot in the middle on your pants.

"You did that to me. You make me so needy that just the thought of you filling me up is enough. You're mine, and I'm never gonna let you go."

Kite couldn't believe that was all it took to have him cumming in his pants. That he was yours, and despite the temporary long distance, your mind hadn't changed.

Your words of affirmation brought him to his peak in a way that had him bitting into your neck to cope with the pleasure.

He was gonna ruin you when he recovered.

You hissed at the sting but cradled his head tucked into your neck. Letting him continue to hump into your clothed cunt until he was satisfied.

You swiped his hat off to get a better look at his expression when he finally separated from your neck.

Lidded eyes and a flush that went from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears.

You weren't so kept together yourself. Chest and neck covered with splotchy bruises, eyes darkened with a certain hunger that was about to be fulfilled.

A soft kiss was pressed to your lips. You returned it, fingers once again threading through silver locks. A murmur of 'I love you,' before you were carried towards the bed.

Your hands went under his shirt, lightly tracing over lean muscle.

"Love you too, now let me see you." Your hands wandered down his torso, stopping at the edge of his turtleneck. With a nod of confirmation, it was lifted up and discarded.

In your desperation to fuck out your frustrations last time, you'd missed the faint scarring that littered his skin. Now that things were going a little slower, you could clearly make them out.

Those damn ants had done a number on him.

But you didn't really mind them. Because to you, Kite was beautiful no matter what. And as he made quick work of your pants, you could tell he really didn't mind either.

"Do you want me to touch you?" His voice sounded a little shy. He could very clearly see the damp spot from when you'd cum earlier. He was more than ready to split your pussy open with his cock, but if wanted to indulge in a little foreplay, he would wait.

"I've waited four months for you. Don't make me wait longer." Your hands tugged at his pants. Seems the both of you couldn't hold back anymore.

So your underwear was pulled down and out of the way along with the rest of Kite's clothes.

Like last time, he made sure to keep one hand intertwined with yours while the other was on your hip.

You almost cried with relief as he sunk in. The stretch felt euphoric. Immediately your legs had wrapped around his waist, trying to push him in deeper. The both of you moaned at the sensation. At the closeness that you'd both been denied.

Kite pulled out slightly, hand gripping yours tightly as he thrusted back in. You were so tight. So perfect and warm. Your walls clinging to him like they'd never let him go.

His own cock making a home for itself inside you. The size reminding you of why you'd officially been ruined for any other man. Filling you so nicely it bumped into your cervix.

Speaking of filling you up...

"We really outta stop doing this without condoms," you whimpered out as he gave another shallow thrust. It's not like you didn't like the idea of kids because you did. You really did. But as of right now, it wasn't ideal. At least not with the current circumstances.

To your surprise, the snap of Kite's hips increased. His pace speeding up, earning a gasp of pleasure from you.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you. The both of you if it takes." The hand holding yours disappeared for a second to adjust your position, legs being folded up to your chest. The new angle making you see stars.

Your mind becoming hazy as your boyfriend pounded into you with new fervor. Your now free hands reaching behind his back with your nails sinking in. It felt so good.

So deep he was bullying your cervix.

Your body trying its best to meet his thrusts. There was a hot pressure bubbling up once again. The stickiness between your bodies growing as you took in his words.

You'd have left it at that, but some part of you wanted to push a little further.

"Gonna, hah, leave for twelve years after?"

There was a harsh nip to your neck followed by a soft lap of the tongue. His bruising pace consistent.

"Gonna give you another one if you compare me to him again. I'm practically raising his son with you." You clenched down hard on his cock, nails scraping down his back.

That was not an answer you were expecting.

Kite tried to stifle his moan against your neck. He pressed harder against you, no longer pulling out. Instead rutting fast inside your tightening pussy.

You could feel yourself get impossibly close. If the thought of filling you up made him this feral....

An evil idea struck you then. You did love to tease, consequences be damned.

"Yeah?" You couldn't stop the high pitched whimper that left you as your clit brushed against him. You wouldn't last much longer.

"Wanna get me pregnant to show off? Wanna be a daddy for me?" You felt his movements stutter.

You knew what you were doing to him, but he couldn't help taking the bait. Not when your own words had caused you to gush around him.

And god hearing it from you made him want to stuff you with cum until there was no more room. Fill you up so good your stomach would be bulging.

So that's exactly what he did.

With his cock twitching inside you and the pressure in his stomach snapping, he filled your creamy cunt to the brim. Your own orgasm triggering from the warmth spreading inside you.

You'd tensed around Kite, keeping him firmly in place as you came. The spasms from your cunt milking him dry.

Your expression was fucked out when you finally released him. The snark wiped off and replaced. There were a few new bruises to your collection. A very large one on your waist and some small ones on the backs of your legs.

Maybe he was a little rough with you, but to be fair four months was a long time to wait. Unbearable with the sexting you initiated.

He moved to pull out and was stopped by your voice.

"Don't... We'll clean up in the morning. I want cuddles and you feel nice inside." You'd make him hard again if you kept running your mouth.

But he supposed you had a point. There was no need to rush this time. You had the opportunity to spend the night(a few nights actually), why not enjoy it?

He rolled you over so you were face to face, and pulled your body snug against his.

"I love you, Y/n." There was a kiss to your forehead. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of finally being able to tell you.

"I love you too, my pretty boy." And you'd never get tired of reminding him you felt the same.

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[mari-lair]

Good point, but he also made friends with the ants before he knew Kite was dead. But geez, Gon desperately trying to get Killua to remember him mixed with Killua's now very skittish personality...although I do wonder when this would have happened? I guess the first thought that comes to mind would be when Killua almost bleeds to death, but there's several places in the arc you could potentially make it. No matter what though, this is so heartbreaking. Trying to get Kite AND Killua back and feeling so alone...part of me wants to explore it further and the other part wants it as far away from me as possible.

As for the Zoldycks, Alluka was locked up when she was pretty young and they were scared of her because they couldn't control her. They spent years with Killua, and although I don't like the Zoldycks, they would be absolutely heartbroken to realize that Killua was dead. Illumi is rather obsessive about Killua so I think that would seriously affect him (he'd still probably try to control Killua), but I don't see them casting him out. But Gon would fight like hell so they wouldn't take him away. He's not letting them hurt him again, not ever.

What hurts more is that while I imagine Killua does his best in the Ant Gon AU to accept him as a new person (Apo), I feel like Gon wouldn't be able to handle that. His name IS Killua, they used to be best friends, why can't he remember?! He tries to be patient, but he's just so hurt and overwhelmed by everything that's happened. No matter what though, he's not leaving Killua's side again. He won't fail him again, and he'll get his memories back at any cost. There has to be a way, and he won't stop until he's whole again. Or maybe if he changes like Killua did, they can be together again...(oh god, imagining them both as ants together...)

...damn, this hurts. Why would you do this to us? XD

Gon did befriend Meleon before learning Kite is dead but I still can't personally see him targeting ants as a whole cause he always treated them as individuals, being angry when they treated their friends as trash even before Kite's death and choosing to trust Meleon when he was already full of rage from seeing Kite's broken body. I think (?) Melon even mentioned that when he saw Gon, he saw a 'beast' in him.

He also never blames the king/queen or another ant when Kite did die, it's just Pitou, (which split to himself too since Pitou shows compassion and stop being an 'easy' target for gon's hate) from start to finish (sorry for the side track I know it was a minimal thing of your ask but I get too excited when I talk about CA Gon, I will yap about my boy!! yufgytfdyt)

I'll admit I didn't have a specific timeline in mind of when Killua was turned (again the lore is not in my hands) but your idea of him being transformed during the cave breaks my heart. It would have to be an au where the queen somehow didn't die (maybe the king wasn't born prematurily? idk), since only she can birth chimera ants from what I remember, but AUs are all about bending canon and the mental image of Gon never getting the phone call from Killua and slowly realizing people are acting as if he is already dead so he explodes and goes to search for him make me sad... (So i am sharing cause i must spread my pain)

man... I don't even want to think about Gon's mental state, it makes me too sad... I will lose my whimsy and get too focused on this au..

Yes, I agree about the zoldycks! I don't think they would lock up, disown, or ignore ant!killua, they are very tuned to family and indeed love him lots (twisted as said love is), I just don't think they would still want to make him the heir, cause even outside the whole 'non human' thing, Killua is irreparably anxious now. This is not a ploy to try to control him and make him leave Gon to die and become an assassin, is just who he is, and someone that get anxious in the face of power/the unknown is a weakness even to an assassin in big doses. But mentioning Illumi and the family heartbreak does make me realize something! The zolfyck would also want to bring his memory back, and considering the needle, if anyone would be able to get his memories back it would be Illumi. Gon love can make him remember flashes and vague memories (I adore how love make nen do incredible feats in this manga) but getting his whole life forcefully and violently back from start to finish? Illumi is the answer. And he will try to control him too, likely better since he now have both manipulation nen and Killua's memories to use against Ant!Killua.

I really like the idea Gon can't adapt to 'Killua' no longer being Killua. Cause for as sweet as he can be Gon is self-centered as hell so is very on brand, and to make things even worse than the Killua with Apo scenario, ant!Killua (who I don't have a name for so you can come up with one Edit: his name is Lua) is quick to give up, he doesn't want to get into a big argument and make Gon upset and Gon is already very sad (note: Ant!Killua just assumed saying gon is wrong about this would lead to an argument, so in practice they barely reach the talking stage, which just make gon fully confident Killua also wants to be Killua again, so he is more reckless about it and make killua hate it more but gon is doing it for him, and is an endless circle someone pls help them-)

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

when i saw ur ff dabi x zoldyck!reader i literally died like- i thought im the only one who mixed this two universes (hxh x bnha) so i want request dabi x zoldyck!reader 🛐 idc the plot just need zoldyck reader😭 also i love ur fics Have a nice day 💗 -🌹

Once Upon A Dream {Dabi}

A/n: I'm glad at least one other person likes this crossover because this is the only au I am willing to write. I hope you enjoy it and thank you for requesting.

Pairing: Dabi x fem!zoldyck!reader

Trigger warnings: mentions of scars, mental abuse, me hating Illumi 🥰, mentions of killing and all that,

Obviously there will be spoilers about Dabi's identity so if any of you aren't caught up with the anime or manga, come back later

There are times, late at night when Dabi comes to the shithole he calls home, extremely tired. He will just lay in bed, not even bothering to take off his clothes, not caring about any potential injuries or whether his staples are out of place. To him, those kind of nights are a living hell.

It is almost inevitable, how he will close his eyes, take a deep breath and then let his mind wander. And his mind never wanders around happy places.

But on the rare occassion it does, your face will pop up. It's a strange thing actually because he hasn't seen you in years and only knows how you currently look like because sometimes Shigaraki will bring up your family during future plans.

He was still living in the Todoroki household when he first met you. Back then his name was Touya.

His father had considered it necessary for the entire family to come with him to this... meeting -it couldn't have been further from the 'ge together' he had mentioned it would be. It only seemed natural back then, he had heard stories about your family and none of them was pleasant but somehow his father had managed to arrange a meeting with your father so they could discuss a possible treaty of some sorts.

He didn't want to admit it but he was scared. Whatever picture he had managed to see during searching through Endeavour's files contained nothing but sorrow.

Not that his family photos were any different.

You, Illumi and Milluki were lined up like soldiers and Killua was still a newborn, much like Shoto.

No one was smiling. Just like in his family photos.

When he stepped foot in the Zoldyck estate, he wanted to do nothing but run away but the only thing that kept him back was the thought that heroes didn't run away. Next to him Natsuo was mumbling about making new friends but Natsuo had refused to listen to him when he kept telling him that you were trained assassins. There was no room for friendships. A few minutes later Illumi made it very clear when your parents sent you to a different room so they could discuss alone.

Touya's hopes of someone understanding him were crushed.

Until he saw you sitting alone in the corner of the room. It was of no surprise that Fuyumi hadn't made a single movement to approach you. The aura around you was almost like bloodlust.

It took him minutes to make the first step but when he did, he couldn't stop himself until he finally sat next to you.

In the following months, Endeavour and Silva met with each other a lot and while the former refused to bring any of his kids to the meetings, Silva didn't mind taking you. Touya hadn't understood why but Dabi...

Dabi knows because you and him are the same: both treated as nothing more than an experiment but both being the strongest of your families.

At nights like this, Dabi wishes Touya had done things differently. He had the chance when he saw his father wasn't planning on coming the day the fire broke. For a split second the thought of running away had occupied his mind and there was no way he wasn't taking you with him.

He surely had huge plans for fourteen year old.

Maybe back then he didn't do it but if he ever were to see you again... maybe he would let Dabi go for a second and let Touya come forth and hug you tightly with those tainted hands that only you shared.

The only comfort he has left is the fact that you would agree to his plan because back when he had talked to you for the last time you had mentioned you wanted to do something similar.

And if Shigaraki's words were true, if you indeed were to attend the final battle then Touya would put up his best performance to take revenge for the both of you.

[zs-art]

so i got kinda attached to this Old Pinas AU or Filipino Folklore AU or idk what to call it but basically,

Illumi is a mestizo (mixed race), secretly a mangkukulam (voodoo witch) while Hisoka is a foreign doctor, secretly a manananggal (essentially a vampire if they split their bodies in half ). (don’t mind the ghost sketch lol)

the Zoldycks live in a bahay na bato, technically owns this little town, Killua sneaks out to meet with Gon, a local farm kid, actually knows Hisuka’s secret but is chill with it bc he’s usually harmless and even helps in the farming, hunting pesky rats and all.

Chrollo is a prayle bc ofc he is. Señora Kikyo wears the most elegant traditional gowns. Tita Mito wears simple clothes but she cooks the best sinigang 😋

i don’t rlly have much of a story yet, i just like the aesthetic that i’d like to draw/see more of.

[kiame-sama]

The Zoldyck's Omega- (Yandere!Zol-Fam x Omega!Reader)

Random fic idea that made me laugh

Warnings; my usual ABO au, yandere zolfam, poly-harem style relationship, multiple yanderes, omega reader, comfort, humor

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Shadows morphed and moved in the quiet room, darkness concealing and blinding pressing around the soft figure laying in the large nest. Eyes silently stare as the omega within begins to stir, the scent of someone else nearby rousing the once unconscious being. After a moment of sniffing the air, the sleepy eyes slowly peel open to try and identify the presence which scent alone could not.

Large shadows loomed before the tired and defenceless omega, drawing the clueless darling's attention up towards whatever it was that stood in the darkness. An impossibly shaped figure waited in silence, ready to strike at any moment.

A shocked and horrified gasp was the only response given as the omega sucked down a deep breath, lungs straining from the sudden influx of air.

"..."

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All sense of normalcy was shattered the moment a sharp howling wail of terror split through the air with agonizing clarity.

The sound causing a cascade of reactions from the inhabitants within the mountain, a near thunderous sound erupting from various locations in the concealed manor as an instinctual drive took over. Five alphas responded to the shriek from their respective locations, all heading towards the epicenter of the sound. Nothing makes an alpha move quite as fast as the blood-chilling cry of an omega in extreme distress.

It took not even a few minutes for the five alphas to arrive at the site where the soft omega nested, each snarling with bared fangs and hackles raised as they converged. The alphas snapped at one another as they tried to rush for the door to the room, the smallest alpha easily slipping past the larger and older alphas. Soon, all five were in the room, ready to tear apart whatever it was that dare threaten the omega that lived among them in their sheltered protection.

... But there wasn't any danger they could find.

Kikyo sat in your nest and held you, gently stroking your hair as you yelped and whined in slowly decreasing volume. Nearby lay a rather intricate and ornate hat that looked much like one of Kikyo's usual adornments.

The alphas were confused. You smelled of terror and raw fear, but what had upset you so greatly? The noise you made was one that sent pure adrenaline into the bodies of the alphas meaning you had been scared out of your wits, but nothing was out of place.

"Shh..." Kikyo soothed you gently, rubbing your back and letting you yelp into her plush chest, "it's okay. It can't hurt you."

Maha was the first to push past his instinct fueled rage, looking at the scene as a whole. No scent that shouldn't be present, no danger threatening you, nothing. He needed answers before his instinct and the instincts of his companions forced them to lash out at the only non-omega and non-alpha presence.

"What is going on?"

"I got a new hat and wanted to show (y/n), but when I came in the poor thing was still asleep. I was going to leave and not disturb her, but she woke up first. The flowers on the hat must have messed with my scent and because it was dark, all that could be seen was my figure which looked very different due to the hat. She panicked, not knowing it was actually me."

A moment of silence passed before the youngest alpha- Killua- picked up the discarded hat and proceeded to rip it to shreds.

"Killua! That was my-"

"It scared (y/n)."

"... What?"

"It scared (y/n), so it has to be destroyed so it won't scare her again."

The young alpha nodded as if it were the most obvious answer to the supposed problem. A soft chuckle escaped your lips at the matter of fact tone Killua had, your scent finally settling to calm once more as you stopped whimpering and yelping.

"Alright, new rule; no startling or surprising (y/n). Clearly it can only end poorly."

The others nodded in agreement as the tension quickly dissipated from the room. Clearly there was still quite a lot that they needed to learn about their omega, but at least for now all was good once more.

[diorzs]

hello! idk if you’re currently taking requests but if you are can i request a scenario where you’re watching horror movies with gon and killua?

# SLEEPOVER

pairing(s) — platonic!gon & killua x reader

genre(s) — fluff

cw. nothing

masterlist. note : modern au ! this is also definitely not the best, i’m exhausted writing this.

“STOP CHASING ME! SOMEONE HELP!” i exclaimed, running around holding a pan filled with chocolate brownies. “GUYS YOU’RE NOT GOING TO GET ANY BROWNIES IF YOU KEEP CHASING ME!” as i said that, they immediately paused in their tracks. i scoffed, and grabbed a knife from a cupboard then cut the brownies in square pieces. “now you guys can have some!” i smiled, pushing the tray to where they were seated.

“thank you (y/n)!” gon said with a mouthful of brownies in his mouth, and gave me a thumbs up. “yeah thanks!” killua added, i scoffed playfully at the half-hearted ‘thank you’, but took it nontheless. “yeah im taking these inside kil’s room before his brother devours these,” i muttered, taking the remaining brownies and putting them in a bowl, and walking towards the albino’s room.

“wait for us!” the duo said together, following me towards killua’s room. i laughed at them before practically kicking the door down and entering his room. i gently placed the plate of chocolate goodies on a table kil had in his room, and plopped onto the navy blue sofa that adorned the cream colored room. just then, a loud ‘thump’ came from either side of me.

“so…” i started, glancing at the two i was squished in between. “what do you guys want to watch?” gon continued for me as i glanced at the tv mounted on the wall and then at the remote beside the brownies. i looked at the albino sitting beside me for a split second before quickly grabbing the remote before he could. “HEY! I WAS GOING TO GRAB THAT!” i scoffed playfully at killua’s childish nature, before i responded, “we should watch a horror movie!” with a grin on my face. “ABSOLUTELY NO-”

after a lecture from killua’s older brother, illumi, and a fight between me and kil, we’ve decided to watch the horror movie. “i hate you.” i laughed as i heard him say that, and started the movie without hesitation. “c’mon killua! i’m sure it won’t be that bad! besides, what’s a sleepover without a horror movie?” gon commented, snickering as he noticed kil’s horrified expression, before he turned to the tv.

“WHAT. WAS. THAT??” the albino screamed into my arm, turning away from the giant clown that appeared on the tv. i laughed out loud, turned away from killua’s angry face, and chortled loudly into gon’s shoulder. “YOU- YOUR FACE!” i shouted, pointing at kil. before i knew it, the whitette chucked a pillow at me. “NO YOU DID NOT.” i screamed, throwing a pillow back at him.

“that…that was fun.” i say, my chest heaving up and down from the exercise i just received from a pillow fight. “i completely destroyed you two.” gon says, and i can practically hear his smug smile. i scoffed, “absolutely not! i was 100% beating the both of you.” the voice of the albino rings in my ears. i feel my eyes shutting ever so slightly as i try to stay awake, yet i can’t help but feel exhausted.

i can hear the two bickering in the background as i softly ask, “guys im ready to fall asleep, can one of you grab my sleeping bag?” the voices stop before i hear small whispering. before i can ask what they’re talking about, i feel myself being lifted. “what are you guys doing? i just wanted my sleeping bag.” i slowly open one eye, and as i do, i’m plopped down and laying on killua’s bed.

i’m slowly falling deeper into a sleep-like state when i barely feel a blanket cover me. “goodnight (y/n).” i smile softly at the two boys wishing me goodnight. “goodnight, this sleepover was really fun.”

posted — 8 / 9 / 22

© diorzs all rights reserved 2022

[clood]

Hi! Secret Valentine :) Hope you're doing well What are some fanfic concepts/WIPs you've wanted to talk about, but haven't had an excuse to? Here's your excuse!

hello my beloved secret cupid!!

i have so many wips rn it's not even funny..... i don't actually know how many i'd consider wips and how many i'd consider shelved for the time being xD but two secrets i can't divulge are my valentines' exchange fic and hxhbb fics!!! i am so beyond excited for the bang and i hope my valentine likes their piece <3 <3 <3

now WIPS wips or concepts are as follows:

- kurapika + gon talking about who they have become: considering second-person (??!!) kurapika's perspective for this one and just have them talk about gon-san and kurapika's revenge mission :') their stories are so similar and i feel like if anyone can relate to gon it's kurapika!!! i also want to tie my hc of gon growing out his hair and maybe some fan-assigned kurta culture into this ^^;;

- leopika based on "i'd have to think about it" by leith ross: i'm a songfic fiend and i think i'd have to think about it as told from leorio's perspective following giving up on kurapika would be so delicious and painful. i think this would fit really well with the kurapika/neon idea, but unsure if i want to split em and do that one from kurapika's pov or moosh them together and just get leorio's take?

- i have this kintsugi killugon au floating around in my head.... something something golden scars something something killua is ashamed of all of his blah blah gon loves them and him... this one is very much just an idea and i don't have much thought out

i think those are all of the active-ish ideas i've got going on!! there are a few more i've tried writing and have started a few drafts of but nothing has really worked and i've tried to stop thinking about those for the time being xD

thank you so much for asking!! i tend to ramble a lot on these so sorry for all the word-vom.... i hope i can do justice to these ideas because they always seem so great in my head and then i start writing and go through the whole grinch monologue in my head xD

i also hope you are doing well and that you have a wonderful weekend!!! kisses!!

[xyliane]

AU-gust 2: college au

PROMPT THE SECOND: COLLEGE AU (one of these days I’m actually going to draft a story out of my own tales of undergrad into chaos, mayhem, and jumping out of windows cuz the class was boring. instead today, you get the aftereffects of being a TA and also seeing this post on twitter and jumping a few dozen steps to the right. hxh again, zushi pov)

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It’s 3am, Zushi has a paper due in the morning, and he is bouncing impatiently from foot to foot outside of the RA’s door in shorts and an old shirt that should have fallen apart months ago. It’s not fair, really. He could have had this done days ago, all he needs is the translation for some final key conclusions, but his partner on the Artomatic forums fell off the map, Professor Palm absolutely refuses to help, and Zushi still doesn’t read Greek in any form, let alone whatever form of it is going on in this tome he’d scavenged out of the dusty corners of the old art wing library.

Zushi’s an engineering major. He has a whole internship lined up after this, working with Wing and Dr. Krueger on practical applications of Da Vinci’s wing sketches. This art class is the last humanities section he ever needs to take. Why does he need ancient Greek just to understand a fresco made thousands of years ago depicting a bunch of naked people breaking vases--

He pounds on the RA’s door again, just as the flimsy wood creaks open. Killua, to no surprise, is still awake, white hair casually tousled and blue eyes a little red from whatever he’s using to stay conscious. He looks like any other time Zushi’s seen him, save for the chocorobo-print pajamas. He blinks a little, like he’s not used to looking up at someone taller than him. “Oh, hey Zushi. What’s up?”

Zushi all but launches the tome at Killua (and it is a tome, leather-bound and heavy as a whole weightlifting rack and smelling of dead dust). The RA catches it in his chest with an oomph fuck. “I heard you...” Killua raises an eyebrow, and Zushi swallows heavily. “I heard you can read ancient Greek?” he asks the chocorobos covering Killua’s knees.

When he doesn’t get an immediate response, Zushi knows he’s screwed. He’ll take the F on the term paper, the absolute mess it will do to his overall GPA, Wing will just look disappointed--

And Killua lets out a little chuckle. “Haven’t got that in awhile. You bring your phone?” At Zushi’s stare, he adds, a little sharper, “For the translation.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

Killua sighs, and steps into his room as though expecting Zushi to follow. They’re friends, Zushi thinks, or at least friendly--Killua’s a good RA as far as making sure everyone’s forms are in on time and not enforcing the rules when he thinks they don’t make sense. But he’s never been in here before.

It looks like any other single, but with a private bath. Maybe a little neater than most, a teetering tower of textbooks threatening to consume most of the desk. Zushi doesn’t know what he expected.

Fortunately, Zushi has had the fresco’s page marked for ages now, so it’s easy to find and point out the troublesome scrawl. At the sight, Killua seems to brighten, some of the everpresent uni student exhaustion lifting as he traces a finger along the photocopied brushstrokes. He looks absolutely thrilled at whatever it is he’s found, words boxy and stark against the naturalistic forms.

Zushi coughs a little too loudly, and Killua’s head snaps up, white curls bouncing a little. He grins a little sheepishly. “Where did you find this?” he asks. “When I was--I know some people who would kill for a look at this.”

Killua’s previous major is a source of much debate amongst the freshmen--what gives someone fluency in at least three languages, a solid basis in at least calc 3, and way too many opinions about world leaders?--but Zushi doesn’t care right now. He just wants to get this done. “Can you read it?” he asks. “Please?”

Killua shrugs. “Sure, as long as I can borrow this when you’re done. Pronunciation first.”

And Killua begins to read. Zushi has no idea what he’s saying, but the words seem to flow musically, one into the other, until it’s hard to tell if Killua is reading or singing. When the phrases finish, they don’t so much end as echo, vibrating around the shabby college dorm as though aching to sink in and create a place worthy of their sound.

Zushi doesn’t realize he’s stopped breathing until Killua takes a deep breath himself. He’s pale, paler than usual, and his hands are white-knuckled around the edges of the pages. “Well. That was...” He glances up, seeming to remember Zushi is there, and rolls out his shoulders. “Now, to translate--”

And the ground erupts in light.

When Zushi’s eyes clear, it’s still nighttime, but he’s laying on well-used cobblestone, and an infinite array of stars stretches out in front of his eyes. He doesn’t remember laying down. He doesn’t remember the outside. And he certainly doesn’t remember such colorful statues towering overhead, not unless you count Captain Biggs’s much-defaced figure outside of the gym.

A brown-skinned young man with wind-swept black hair stares at him, brown eyes dancing as he yells something across the stone--a plaza maybe? a courtyard?

By the time the young man’s helped Zushi sit up and offered a small sip of what tastes like wine, Killua’s back, now dressed in something out of a toga party with a smile practically splitting his face, wider and wilder than Zushi has ever seen. “Cool, you made it. Did you know you found one of the last remaining active frescoes? Because I didn’t, and if I had I wouldn’t have read it out loud.”

Zushi shakes his head. “I don’t read Greek,” he says.

Killua says, “You’d better get good quick. We’re in Athens until our friend here--” The young man says something, voice a question even if his expression is still laughing, and Killua shakes his head. “--Gon, can help us find the original.”

“The original...”

Killua kicks him gently with a bare foot. “You’re an engineering major. You’re not that stupid.”

Zushi can all but feel the wheels creaking in his head, splitting away from logic and reforming into some new, illogical, impossible set of gears. “Th-that’s not--we’re in Greece???”

“Circa 4th or 5th century BCE, if I’m getting my dates right,” Killua agrees cheerfully. He holds out a hand and tugs Gon to his feet, their grip and Killua’s eyes lingering just a little too long before offering the same to Zushi.

Zushi takes a few deep breaths, then one more for good measure. He can deal with this. He’s shit at language, but this is a problem, and there will be a solution, and he will find it before he has to turn in that miserable paper.

“Okay,” he says, and lets Killua help him up. “Okay. And your new boyfriend will get me clothes, too?”

Killua’s grin turns smug in a way that Zushi really, really does not want to know. “When in Rome, right?”

“We’re in ancient Greece!” Zushi squawks.

(AUgust prompts)

[ive-got-you-clovered]

AU where instead of splitting up Gon sticks with Alluka and Killua as an extra Nanika bodyguard and they have wacky adventures together. Please. 

[feral--dogboy]

hunter x hunter modern au

just wanted to put my ideas here!

it's basically an entire outline at this point but oh well

please don't use it :"D

Ging is a junior in college an accidentally hits it off with a woman

ex-girlfriend for spice

after they find out both decide to get back together

originally planned to raise Gon but 8 months in and their relationship was falling apart

both came into agreement of splitting after Gon was born

discussed abortion

Ging then decided to take Gon instead

he went on to his final year of college

he had take Gon to daycare while he was still in school

had almost no time to spend time with Gon

much less raise him

as the second year rolled around Ging ended dumping Gon in Kite for a while as he couldn't afford the daycare anymore

Kite was reluctant to care for Gon but did so anyway.

as the second year slowly came to a close Ging went on a trip and took Gon to Whale island

shortly after arriving he and Mito got into an argument

which lead to Gon crying and their great grandmother comforting him

only a couple weeks later Mito took it to court and won custody of Gon. still furious with Ging

the 2 of them had quite a lot of arguments. they disagreed on a lot of things

Ging had originally planned to stay 2 months but left 1 month early

Gon cried an entire week and it took a lot of time to comfort him each time

Gon started to speak once he reached the age of 4

spent the next 8 years thinking his father is dead

he did meet Kite when he was 8 but he was more interested in his stories of traveling then his father

his aunt wouldn't let him travel until he was an adult anyway

the Freecss family moved to the main land since Mito picked up a good paying job.

and her grandmother fell ill and couldn't get proper medicine and it was expensive on the mainland

Gon is now attending a public school and he's completely ecstatic about it. Whale island didn't have a school

Gon wanted to help his aunt with money as they were pretty poor. but Gon is only 12 and too young to work

MEETS KILLUA :D

they clicked pretty quick as the outcasts

hung outside on the benches for lunch

then a year later Killua introduces Nanika and Alluka to Gon

Nanika are supposedly twin sisters except Nanika was born deformed at the face

Nanika is autistic, smart and absolutely adorable and Killua and Alluka absolutely adore her

after a couple months Nanika would demand to hold Gon or Killua's hand or a piggyback ride

no one said no to her really but when they did Nanika was ok with it. she'd just end up gluing herself to Alluka

Killua swears his sisters can communicate with brain waves since they often stared at each other and then immediately knowing what to do after

during the times Killua's family refused to feed or care for Nanika and Alluka, Gon would always invite them over for dinnery

Mito loves both Alluka and Nanika. giving them the motherly love they don't have back at their home

Gon goes on short weekend trips with Kite once a month, growing a passion for travel and wildlife

Kite doesn't mention Ging at all

Gon doesn't really think about his absent father

2 years pass in the public schools. he and Killua just recently turned 14 being probably being one of youngest of their grade.

Killua complains about it sometimes

the two of them were getting ready for high school

Gon is starting to notice funny feelings for Killua in which he often asks his aunt about

but when the time came his aunt was too tired from work as she just picked up another job and stays out later

Gon ends up cooking dinner now

His great grandmothers health had recently got worse and she had to be hospitalized

Gon manages to get a work permit and gets a job without his aunts permission

he is completely dedicated to helping with the bills as he had a lot of time in the afternoon to work and enough to do homework after dinner

Mito doesn't like that Gon started working and there was an argument

Mito let him keep the job in the end

even though Gon worked right after school, he'd still invite Killua and his sisters for dinner

Killua ended up telling Gon that his parents threatened to harm his sisters for bad behavior

Mito mentioned that the girls were welcome to stay at their place until it simmered down at Killua's place

Gon great grandmother is finally able to leave the hospital after 6 months

Mito drops her second job to care for her

Kite and Gon get ready to do on another trip

but their trip was cut severely short as they got into a crazy bad car accident. someone was under the influence and slammed into the car at, at least 100mph

Kite and the other driver basically died at impact while Gon just barely survived. the car was flipped and his right arm was splintered with glass and twisted and shattered when the car flipped

the dashboard and foot compartment were smashed down and had broke his legs

he was lucky to be alive

Gon was pulled into a coma from the accident

Gon had to have his right arm amputated. the nerves were severed and was basically already tearing off

Mito and Killua didn't take the news well as it was on television in less than an hour

they visit the hospital constantly while Gon was in a coma and slowly recovering.

he stayed in a coma for almost an entire year but woke after 10 months

thankfully with memory intact

Gon found out his aunt was working overtime and skipped a few meals to get more hours in

he burst into tears when he found out. blaming himself for this whole issue

then weeks later he had found out Kite had died in the accident

blamed himself for that too

he went into a hidden episode of depression shortly after he left the hospital

he needed to undergo physical therapy for his legs

he started getting nightmares of the accident which soon turned to night terrors where his aunt would have to come in his room a couple times to calm him down.

Killua came over with Nanika and Alluka often as Gon hadn't gone back to school yet

Killua told Gon about Ikalgo, a new friend he made. then Leorio and Kurapika. Killua met them on the way to the hospital to see him and turns out they were pretty cool

Gon always listened to Killua but he looked distant every time

Killua suggested staying the night with Alluka and Nanika

Gon jumped at that with enthusiasm

it was this night the zoldyck's had found out about Gon's stubborn and consistent night terrors

in the end Alluka and Nanika slept in Gon's bed while Gon would lean against Killua

Killua would comfort him until they both fell asleep for the night

Welp! this is literally all the thoughts i had. i mean there would've been more killugon but that's easier to write then to put into notes.

[decembercamiecherries]

Killugon Week - Day 1

It’s killugon week!!!! :D aaaaaaaand I don’t have anything written except a one shot for Gon’s birthday lol

But I do have a lot of fics written that fit well into the aus/prompts picked out for everyone at @killugonweek! So I figured I could just post a few snippets with links to fics that fit the prompts each day as a form of shameless self promotion lol. 

I will have something new to post on Gon’s bday though, I promise! And for the free day on Saturday I’ll share some snippets of work in progress fics I’ve been working on ^-^ happy killugon week, everyone!

-o0o-

May 3rd - Day 1 - Kingdom AU

Title: The Prince, The Fool - (link)

Word count: 8,270

Snippet:

“Okay.” Gon squeezes Killua’s cool hand, heart thumping erratically at the sight of Killua in official royal attire. “You—You can open your eyes now.” Killua does as he’s told. His electric blue eyes flutter open and lock on his reflection. For a few long seconds, he simply stares. Gon can’t tell what Killua is thinking behind large eyes and the white-knuckled fist that’s gripping the scepter like his life depends on it. But he hopes Killua is just awestruck as he is. Because seeing Killua like this...he looks... He looks stunning. He looks like he was born to wear the royal drab, and for a split second Gon lets his mind wander; he pictures himself and Killua, side by side, hand in hand. Older, more mature. But both wearing royal clothes and both happy. United as they face the kingdom and its future together.

-o0o-

May 3rd - Day 1 - Rescue

Title: Held x At x Gunpoint - (link)

Word count:10,899

Snippet: 

Screech.

The sound of a cafeteria chair being pushed back grated on everyone’s ears. Out of the corner of his eye, Killua saw Gon slowly rise from his seat.

Gon’s voice was low and deadly as he said, “If you threaten Killua one more time, you won’t have to ever worry about speaking again. I’ll rip your tongue right out of your mouth.”

Chills ran down Killua’s spine. Gon was serious. Around them, cafeteria was frozen. He could’ve heard a pin drop. Killua felt the weight of their fellow prisoners’ stares digging into his skull.

-o0o-

May 3rd - Day 1 - Scars

Title: Silver x Scars - (link)

Word count: 3,760

Snippet:

Killua looks over his shoulder with a frown, indigo turtle neck half pulled up his arms. “Gon. What’re you doing?”

Gon doesn’t immediately answer. He shifts his hand slightly to trace a thin diagonal scar slashed across Killua’s spine.

“When did you get this?” he asks quietly.

Killua’s confused expression locks in place. He doesn’t speak and Gon doesn’t look away, staring long enough to absorb Killua’s ethereal appearance as light from the window sets his silver hair and porcelain skin aglow.

Gon lowers his gaze and his heart tightens. He says carefully, “You didn’t get this from what just happened with the Bombers back on Greed Island, right? There’s no way…this has to be years old. But it’s so big, Killua. This must’ve really hurt you.”

[therainroguefanfiction]

🎃 Frightful October Act XI, #31 ~ Happy Halloween! (Crossover)

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Crack, Crossover, AU

Word Count: 1,328

Pairing: Reader, Various

World: Various

Author’s Note: It took me three days to render this god-forsaken gif and I realized after the fact that it’s not even the same gif that I originally used ._.) It’s complete trash but oh well. It’s three days of work!

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“Y/N, honey, you got a letter!”

Curious, you headed downstairs to the kitchen where your mom was working on dinner. Your brow furrowed at the white envelope sitting on the counter, your name written in a messy print on the front. There was no stamp or return address, and the back flap was easily opened, revealing a sheet of lined notebook paper. Had your mom forgotten to give you this? Or did this arrive just now? Who delivers mail after dark?

You pulled the letter out and began reading.

You frowned at the letter, feeling something stir in the back of your mind. It was extremely suspect, but you felt compelled to attend, almost as if you had no choice in the matter. You showed it to your mom, but she didn’t seem at all concerned about the legitimacy of the letter and simply told you to have a good time.

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Dressed in your costume of choice, you approached the abandoned mill, decorated to the nines. The baren earth leading up to the mill was covered by scattered tombstones and the occasional boney hand sticking out from the ground, fingers bent at odd angles. Ghosts hung from the neck on the bare branches of the trees surrounding the property. Plastic stickers of black cats, bats, owls, and candy had been stuck to the windows, and a metal plate had been bolted to the door. ‘Welcome’ was painted on the plate in a bleeding font, in shades of purple, orange, and black.

‘Should I knock?’ you wondered, hesitating at the door as your hand hovered in mid-air. The decision was made for you when the door slowly creaked open. Low Halloween music reached your ears as you stepped into the entryway. Loud voices and laughter floated from the left and you followed the sound into the front room, which had been converted into a living room. Several people, all wearing costumes, were scattered around the room, dancing or chatting with one another.

A long table was set up against the back wall, offering various drinks placed in ice and snacks on plastic plates, decorated like pumpkins and eyeballs. You grabbed a red solo cup and poured your favorite drink before munching on a cookie, observing the other guests as they interacted with each other.

“Oi, Tetsu! I told you not to scare me like that!”

“I’ve been standing here the whole time, Aomine-kun.”

“I can’t believe you dressed like a cartoon girl, Dean.”

“It’s anime and it’s art, Sammy.”

“You are unworthy of being in Beelze-sama’s presence, Pikachu.”

“Don’t hate me because I’m beautifully electric~”

“There’s so many sweets, look Jackal!”

“Please don’t eat yourself into a sugar coma, Marui.”

“Mada mada dane.”

“There’s no candy corn…”

“I hope the cheesecake eyeballs taste good, I tried hard not to mess them up…”

“Hyung, can we go back to the forest? It’s way too stuffy here.”

“Be patient, we’ll leave soon, Junhong.”

“It’s kinda boring. I shoulda brought my Ouija board.”

“Didn’t that go horribly wrong for you?”

“Pft, Luigi Board.”

“Hyung, you’re so embarrassing~!”

You smiled at the various groups of people as they mingled together, drinking and having fun. So many varying personality types… it was awesome to see everyone together. Maybe coming to the party wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

The music started to fade before being replaced by a female voice coming from the speakers. “Hello, and welcome, everyone! Thank you so much for attending my 2019 Halloween Gathering, I do hope you’re all enjoying yourselves.”

Hilda stepped forward, her green eyes narrowed at the speaker mounted in the corner near the ceiling. “Show yourself, coward. How dare you kill off my beloved Y/N!”

Saitama huffed from behind her. “You made Y/N get kidnapped in my story!”

“You made my beautiful Y/N a murderer!” Denki whined, his bottom lip jutting out.

“Why didn’t I get a kissing scene with Y/N?” Killua pouted. “Even a peck on the cheek would’ve been fine.”

“Killua…” Gon sweatdropped. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about the demon that attacked Y/N?”

“My chapter was great! No complaints here~” Marui grinned, folding his hands behind his head.

“But you ruined mine,” Ryoma glared at him. “I missed my kiss with Y/N because of you.”

Laughter filled the mill before the woman spoke again, amusement clear in her tone. “You all complain and yet you give no pause to think about your ‘beloved’ Y/N, who has been forced to live through so many events.”

As if one single unit, the entire room turned to stare at you and you gulped, stepping back until you hit the snack table. You sweatdropped. ‘Just how many lives has this chick given me?’

She laughed again, reading your mind. “More than you will ever know, my dear Y/N! You are quite precious to me, after all, for, without you, my tales simply could not be.”

“Glad I could help,” you muttered unhappily.

“Now, then. I’m sure all of you are quite curious as to why you have been gathered here. Well, I wish to extend my thanks to you all for being unwitting participants in this year’s festivities. It was a long and stressful ride to be sure, but worry not! I am proud of my accomplishments and shall rest well once this night comes to a close.”

“This has to be illegal, aru.” Yao frowned, folding his arms within his long sleeves.

She giggled. “But my dear, beautiful Chinese man, it’s only illegal if you get caught!”

A chill went down his spine and he paled.

Cory turned his head to stare directly at the camera, breaking the fourth wall. “Please don’t do this at home, kids.”

“This is stupid, I’m leaving.” 

The group watched as Nathan stalked to the front door, but the lock clicked before his hand could grab the doorknob. He tried to unlock it, tugging on the door with all of his strength, but it wouldn’t budge.

A streak of lightning split the dark sky, lighting up the mill with an ethereal light. The woman’s sudden laughter made the teen jump away from the door as if it had just shocked him.

“Come now, did you really think it would be so simple to leave?” Footsteps echoed throughout the mill, the stairs creaking. A heavyset woman descended the steps, dressed in a taco costume and wearing a Dr. Pepper hat atop her short hair.

Everyone sweatdropped at the ridiculous sight before them.

She smirked, stopping halfway down the stairs. “I’m afraid all of you belong to me now. We’re going to make such wonderful tales in the future!”

“This is definitely illegal,” Izuku cried, grabbing onto the closest person to him, which happened to be the smol bean, Near.

“There’s more than thirty of us versus just one of you!” Youngjae growled, baring his canine teeth in anger. “You can’t take all of us on!”

“But my dear wolf, I already have,” she grinned, holding her arms out to her sides. A pink and black mist, sparkling in the light, filled the air. Everyone quickly covered their noses, but it was already far too late for them. One by one, the guests dropped to the ground, unconscious.

You were the last one, sprawled out on the shag rug as you fought against the darkness trying to claim your mind.

The woman angled her body toward the top of the stairs before kneeling down. “My lord, I offer you forty-one ripe, new souls for your army.

You listened as the ceiling creaked under someone’s weight, footsteps approaching the top of the stairs. Your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Good job, gamer!” Pewdiepie smirked, his blue eyes scanning the group. “Send them over to Marzia for de-aging and then join us in my closet for some G-Fuel powder while we feast on dank memes!”

“Of course, m’lord!” her grin was the last thing you saw before darkness claimed you. “Welcome to the nine-year-old army, gamers!”

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[mari-lair]

10, 24, 46, 47 and 48 for Smile?

Gotcha~

10.how do you do your researches?

I just hit google up with random questions when I have any doubts regarding general info. When it comes to TPN related info, I use the manga,when it comes to MHA and hxh I use the anime :3

24.favorite scene you’ve ever written

I really loved the scene where Norman connected what Ray nightmare was about, immediately went to comfort him and ended up with a blacked-out Ray on his lap. BUT! I also LOVED the first time Norman and Ray fought, everything until they eventually made their deal.

One of these two scenes. Not sure which.

46.share a scene of a story that you haven’t published yet

To Die For scene, I might edit it later, but there you go:

“Ray nodded with a twinkle in his eyes, smiling in self-satisfaction and going back to his counter. Norman stares at his back, surprised to see well-defined muscles underneath the tight cotton fabric. His ass was pretty good as well, the blue apron tie only helping to frame it.

Norman felt his tongue go dry.

An incredible cook and extremally attractive… If he ever gets bored Ray would definitively be a good person to kidnap.

He inwardly chuckled, surprised by the thought. He must still have some Scopolamine Drugs at home but it’s been a while since he used them for kidnaps. True to be told, he doesn’t like kidnapping, it has too many risks and people tend to lose most of their charms when drugged. They’re far more expressive, ironically lively when facing their death.

Been a while since he killed someone upfront. He doesn’t miss the blood on his hands but there was something about watching the life drains out of his victim’s body that even the more elaborated of schemings failed to bring.”

47.how many unfinished ideas/stories are you working on at the same time?

Seven! There is Smile, To Die For, Born to die, the story focused on Gon and Killua in Momo’s house, This Song Is For You (Almost done!!),  one fun project where Ray is split into four parts (his rage/hate, love, logic, depression/fear) kinda like sanders sides, and the norrayemma Tangled AU!

(Is too much, please send help)

48.three spoilers for Smile (While You Can)

spoilers below

-None of my OCs will survive.

-Connie will escape.

-Norman will hug Ray in the next chapter ( HOPEFULLY! IF IT ALL GOES WELL!!)

[sunderedazem]

hxh prompt: he/she/they said what now?

Thanks for the ask! This is set in my College/Rugby AU! 

Gon just wanted to make chocolate-chip pancakes for Killua. Instead, his boyfriend limps through the door in tears and scared.

Hurt/comfort, angst, some medical jargon, and some mild fluffy cuddles.

WARNING: This oneshot contains themes of homophobia - specifically in the form of a hate crime. A slur is used a few times. 

(Idk y’all, I just…needed to let some air out)

It was finally Friday. Gon was in the kitchen, concentrating hard on the pancakes he was making for a midafternoon snack, and Ikalgo was on the couch eating Pringles and watching Doctor Who reruns. It was usual routine of absolute dithering that they usually followed quite diligently – at least until Killua came back to the dorm after his last class, complaining about his major or wistfully talking about the art projects that all the full-time art students were allowed to do.  It had become comfortable for them – Ikalgo wolf-whistling from wherever he was in the tiny dorm when Gon pulled Killua into a hug, or a kiss, or tugged him into a chair and shoveled tiny bites of chocolate-coated trail mix into paint-stained hands. So when Killua shuffled back into the apartment today, Gon turned around cheerfully, completely ready to present his boyfriend with a plate of chocolate chip pancakes, sliced bananas and strawberries.

But that didn’t happen.

The first clue that something was amiss was that it was about two hours after Killua’s usual return time – though that wasn’t entirely unusual. He’d often stop by Palm’s Java for a cup of coffee on his way back from his Economic Management class, or, more frequently, would lurk in the art classrooms, doodling on paper or painting on the spare canvases he managed to beg from the art professors. So he was late – that was fine.

The second clue was that he hadn’t texted. This was more concerning. It was rare for Killua not to let Gon know he’d be late coming back, though it did happen on occasion because Killua’s phone battery was fairly weak and he spent half his classes with his headphones in, tuning out the dull drudge of business and finance in favor of doodling in a sketchbook. So he hadn’t texted – concerning but not definitively worrying.

The third clue, however, was more damning evidence than a mere clue. It was evident in Killua’s black eye, the odd, shameful limp that made it clearly difficult for him to open the door, and the way he was almost doubled over with a hand pressed to his left side, breathing faintly, tears running down his paper-white face and bleeding black eyeliner onto his sharp cheekbones. He paused against the door, trying to speak though it was clear he couldn’t do much more than wheeze, and a tickle of blood dribbled from his mouth, his lip split.

Gon dropped the plate he was holding and dove forward without hesitation.

Read the rest on A03!

[ishouldgetatumbler]

Hey!

This is part of an art trade with @xcoruscaminex​!

It’s of their monster hunter AU, which I think is a super cool idea!

You should check them out!

Killua and Gon were alone.

Alone together.

Horrors and monstrosities will always stalk the shadows, but distant screams or howls do not detract from their isolation.

Guttural cries from distant streets or scraping footsteps on nearby roofs are like the sounds of traffic or the wind.

Simply facts of the terrain.

So they were alone.

As best they could’ve been.

They were sitting on either side of a small fire, set in the first floor of a largely collapsed townhouse.

The room was walled by cracked stonework and the wooden ceiling’s festering gave enough ventilation the air could generously be categorized as breathable.

Killua was fiddling with a piece of the ceiling’s porous wood, splitting it with his uncut nails and tossing the shrinking halves into the fire.

Gon lay on the other side side fire, feet towards it and one arm tossed over his eyes.

“Gon,” Killua said.

He cracked apart the the shard of wood with his thumbs and tossed the pinky sized piece of wood into the fire.

Gon lifted his arm and craned up his neck, looking at Killua through the fire.

“Yeah?” he said.

“Will the roof hold through the night?” Killua asked.

He split his piece of wood again, now down to the size of a knuckle, and threw it into the fire.

Gon dropped his hand over his eyes again.

“Yeah, the most common sort of rot with older buildings like these is Tanzanian Wood Fungus. It’ll soften the wood over years, but not so much it will collapse under its own weight, the fungus is smart like that, and it needs height to spread. The only problem is when more weight than an average day’s rain is put on the weakened wood.”

Killua nodded and flung his splinter of wood into the fire.

He laid back on the other side of the fire, resting his head on his hands.

Killua closed his eyes.

They’d been traveling for so long, flying by the seat of their pants the whole time.

The moments of true rest were so few and so far between.

Killua was determined to enjoy this one.

Killua furrowed his brow and cocked his head to the side, and he was just about to ask how exactly Gon knew what “Tanzanian Wood Fungus” , and then he noticed the sound.

The crackle of their fire and the twitter of Night Birds.

Killua swallowed.

This was as close to silence as possible.

And in world where there was either some horrific monster stalking you in stealth or some similar horrific monster lumbering about on clumsy, powerful limbs, sniffing for something to eat, silence is the worst sound by far.

He didn’t have to look up to know Gon was struck by the same paranoia, his ears were even keener.

Tension formed in the air, both Killua and Gon stayed frozen as their fire popped and the Night Birds hummed their awful songs.

Perhaps a block or two over, glass shattered.

Something groaned out loud, an expression of pain or disappointment.

The tension began to leave them, first in a lurch and then in a steady stream; like the air had split to allow the fear and nerves to leak out the same half clogged holes as the smoke.

Glass broke again, and then something that sounded a lot like metal dragged along the concrete.

Gon audibly relaxed, letting out a breath.

They would keep an ear out for whatever it was, but hearing something is leagues better than hearing nothing.

“Hey Gon,” Killua said.

Gon hummed in the shape of a question mark.

“How did you know about-”

Whatever Killua had meant to say was cut short, ripped in half by the sound of the sky breaking open.

The roar of thunder quieted, but the ringing lingered in both of them for a few seconds after.

And then the rain started.

Heated globs of city air coagulated into rainfall as the clouds began their descent.

The rain picked up, quick and harsh and wind that hadn’t existed before grew along with the torrent.

The two of them were laying back, staring as the rain leaked in through the same holes the smoke leaked out of.

“Hey Gon,” Killua started, calm as anything.

“Yup,” Gon said, hopping up.

Killua followed suit, sweeping up his bag and his tools as he scrambled to clear the groaning roof.

Gon had reached his feet first, backpack swept on as he stamped on the fire twice before turning to run with Killua.

The roof groaned and the rain pounded, but Killua ran with a smile.

Their moment of rest was over; now it was into the frying pan.

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