I've been binge reading all your stuff. Your writing is amazing
Would it be possible to get some headcannons about the young hxh characters ( like gon, killua, alikua and kalltuo) accidentally calling the reader mom?
Feel free to ingore this and take care
𝐙𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐆𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜)
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𝑨/𝑵: Hello anon, thank you for the request!! :-D Sorry if it took a little while, I was a bit caught up finishing request one-shots and some of my own ideas that I needed to get out of my head, which I'll be posting here soon. I hope my writing matched what you wanted to read. Happy reading, everyone!! :-)
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🎣🌲 𝐆𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐬𝐬: the pure-hearted accomplice
Gon didn’t have a mother, but he had Mito-san, whom he loves deeply. However, Gon’s essence lies in his disguised childish selfishness, his obsessive intensity, and his massive craving for approval from the adult figures he respects (just as he did with Kite). If he spends a lot of time with you on a mission or under your care, he shifts that absolute focus entirely onto you.
The Scenario: Gon has spent days stubbornly trying to tame a dangerous beast or mastering an exhausting Nen technique. He is bruised, covered in dust, and his eyes are shining with that terrifying, stubborn glare that unnerves even his enemies. You pull him by the wrist, firmly wiping the blood from his face while giving him a stern lecture about how reckless he was.
The Slip: Under the weight of your scolding, his intensity breaks for a fraction of a second. Looking deep into your eyes, with that brutal and disarming honesty of his, he says: "I know, mom. But I had to do it."
The Realistic Reaction: Gon doesn't panic. He blinks, the word echoes in the air, and he simply accepts it with the simplistic logic of a wild child. He tilts his head to the side, evaluating his own words. "You know... Mito-san would give me the exact same lecture. I guess my brain just thought you were her for a second." He gives you a wide smile, but there is a weight in his eyes—Gon knows what abandonment feels like, and the fact that you care enough to scold him makes him latch onto you with a loyalty that borderlines on dangerous.
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⚡🛹 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 𝐙𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤: the easily flustered partner-in-crime
For Killua, the word "mother" is synonymous with Kikyo Zoldyck: suffocating surveillance, needles in the head, physical torture disguised as love, and a sickly hysteria. He spent his entire life associating maternal love with the loss of his own freedom. Accidentally calling you mom triggers an immediate and violent fight-or-flight defense mechanism.
The Scenario: You are taking care of Killua after an exhausting battle. While he pretends to sleep, you patiently bandage his wounds, adjust his blanket, and leave a glass of water by his bedside, acting without any ulterior motives—just out of a genuine, silent instinct to protect him, something he has never experienced without a price to pay.
The Slip: Half-groggy from exhaustion, his guard drops for a split second. Feeling your hand brush the hair away from his forehead, he murmurs: "You don't have to... mom..."
The Realistic Reaction: The shock is instantaneous. In less than a blink, Killua's pupils contract like a cornered cat's. He leaps from the bed in a purely instinctive assassin movement, retreating to the darkest corner of the room, his body tense and his breath hitched. Killua then begins to stammer, but he wouldn't say it in a cute way; instead, he growls and ends up responding to ease his embarrassment in the moment, his voice cold and cutting: "Don't repeat that. Forget you heard that, or I swear to God..." He cuts his own sentence short, staring at his own hands, swallowing hard, and averts his gaze, slipping out of the room through the window to process the fact that, for the first time, the word "mother" wasn't accompanied by pain.
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🧸🌸 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐙𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤: the fractured innocence
Alluka spent years locked in a subterranean vault, treated as a dangerous object, a "monster" devoid of feelings by her entire family, except for Killua. She is extremely starved for affection, but her mind is fragmented between Alluka's childlike sweetness and Nanika's incomprehensible, dark nature.
The Scenario: You are spending time with her at Killua's request. You treat her like a normal child: combing her hair, making braids, and telling her stories. To Alluka, who only knows isolation or Killua's frantic overprotection, your calm presence is an oasis.
The Slip: As you finish tying the ribbons in her hair, she turns around, her eyes shining with pure, childish adoration. "Look, mom! Does it look pretty?"
The Realistic Reaction: Alluka realizes what she just said and claps her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide, but she doesn't do this because she felt embarrassed; instead, it triggered in her a deep fear of rejection. She was locked away for being who she is; she fears any mistake will drive you away. Before you can answer, the transition happens: Alluka's eyes and mouth turn hollow and pitch black. Nanika takes over. The entity tilts its head in an uncanny, supernatural way, extends its small hands toward you, and, in that echoing voice completely stripped of human tone, repeats Alluka's deepest desire: "...Mom. Give... pats?" It is a moment that blends the visual terror of the entity with the raw, devastating longing of a child who just wants to be loved for who she is, in all her forms.
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👘♟️𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐙𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤: the silent phantom
Kalluto is the youngest, but he is also a member of the Phantom Troupe. He is cold, calculating, silent, and harbors a deep, quiet envy of Alluka due to the affection she receives from Killua. His relationship with Kikyo is one of total submission and observation: he is the "perfect son" who stays in his mother's shadow, absorbing her rigid etiquette and cold demeanor.
The Scenario: You are in a formal setting or a base of operations. Knowing the heavy dynamics of his life, you make a simple gesture of validation that Kikyo never would: you acknowledge his individual effort without comparing him to his brothers, offering him a cup of tea or a moment to rest, treating him like the child he still is, rather than a weapon for murder.
The Slip: Kalluto receives the cup or the praise. Keeping his posture perfectly straight, he bows his head in an automatic greeting. "I appreciate the consideration, mom."
The Realistic Reaction: The silence that follows is surgical. Kalluto doesn't outwardly panic; Zoldyck discipline is implacable. However, his fingers grip the edge of his paper fan so hard that the material snaps. His emerald eyes lock onto you with a sharp, analytical intensity. He spends the next few seconds calculating whether you will use that lapse in posture against him or mock his weakness. In a perfectly modulated voice, devoid of any emotion, he corrects himself: "I made a nomenclature error. Please disregard the term." He takes a step back, re-establishing a professional distance, but the corner of his eyes remains fixed on you for the rest of the day, internally unsettled by the fact that the respect he desperately craves from his own family was given to him freely by you.
