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🐸🌼 | ✨️ Etsy | Bigcartel
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I LOVE UR WRITING and was wondering if u could do headcanons of the main 4 in hxh (if thats too much then just Gon and Killua separately) having an s/o who's just really sweet, kind, polite n calm
but can turn 180 rq and become super defensive of their loved ones.. insulting n basically having no mercy on whoever messed w them
TYY
I t didnt save thr first draft :(( it was so long and quite good too :((
Anywaysssssss
THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO SEE THAT PEOPLE ENJOY MY WORK!!
I dont think i did well with the second part of the req in most cases and i am really sorry for that
MASTERLIST!!
tw: none i think? mentions of "recreating" the kurta clan :3
𝓚𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓴𝓪 𝓚𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓪, 𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓸 𝓟𝓪l𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓖𝓸𝓷 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓼𝓼, 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓾𝓪 𝓩𝓸𝓵𝓭𝔂𝓬𝓴 (𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮) 𝔁 𝓰𝓷! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴
⋆ You would be just a new hunter trying to make some good money while also putting your skills to use, so you became a bodyguard. That is how you two met
⋆ My bb is obsessed with revenge but thats okay, he later became obsessed with you too
I met Illumi’s voice actor!!
Kinda fixed his face and body proportion and recolored it
cant believe it was 3 years ago when I drew this
Fixer Upper
Part 1
Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader
part 2
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A/N: new series inspired by my perv!kurapika HC!! I’m not sure how long it will be, but I hope y’all will enjoy it!! He won’t be a huge perv at first, he still hasn’t had his sexual awakening. This series will be full of smut/spicy content, so be aware!!
Kurapika tried to catch his breathing as he hid behind a garbage can, gasping out in pain.
His current mission was a dangerous one and had nearly resulted in the loss of his arm. Right now, he held the bloody gash and gritted his teeth. Kurapika had the scarlet eyes, but his mission was far from over.
“I think he went that way!”
Kurapika his his presence and pulled his legs to his chest, making himself as small as possible to avoid detection.
They passed the alleyway by, the Kurta holding his breath until he couldn’t hear their footsteps any longer.
He let out a relieved sigh, shaking some of the blood from his hand and opening his phone. He sent Leorio a quick text saying his mission was nearly over, knowing how worried his friend had been.
Now, Kurapika only had to worry about finding somewhere to hide while he recovered.
But where?
He didn’t know anyone in this city, he’d never been here before. Except…
A memory came rushing back to his mind, the blonde frowning.
“You always have a place with me, Kurapika. Here’s my number.”
If he wasn’t holding his injured arm to try and stop the bleeding, he may have slapped a hand onto his forehead.
Yes, she lived here. He’d forgotten.
Kurapika scrolled through his contacts, clicking her name and scrolling through the limited messages the two had sent each other.
She’d given him her address if he ever wanted to stop by, saying he was welcome anytime.
He just hoped (Name) wouldn’t mind him getting blood all over her floor.
—————
Finding her house wasn’t easy.
She lived on the opposite side of town, in a secluded neighborhood framed by a small patch of woodland.
Although he was thankful it was far enough away that the people searching for him wouldn’t think to look there, he was still grumpy.
Kurapika couldn’t really help that. The more he moved the more blood he lost. When he finally stepped onto her porch, he had to lean against a wall for support.
He knocked on the door quickly, wincing at the sight of blood smearing the white surface.
“Coming!”
If Kurapika wasn’t nearly doubled over in pain and bleeding out, he may have been excited to hear her voice.
The girl opened the door shortly after.
It had been a while since he’d seen her, nearly two years. The last time was in York New, when she and the others had been there to support him as he attempted to avenge his clan.
He could still remember the feeling of her hands pushing his hair back, the sound of her concerned voice reaching his ears.
“Kurapika?”
The girl in front of him hadn’t changed much, besides having (shorter/longer) hair.
“Are you… oh god are you bleeding?”
He didn’t answer, stumbling inside and collapsing on the floor.
“Jesus Christ!”
(Name) kneeled down next to him, turning him so he was lying on his back.
Kurapika’s breath came out in rapid bursts, his eyes darting between (Name) and his arm.
“Hey, take deep breaths, it’s alright. I’m gonna get you into bed.”
She hooked her arm under his good one and pulled him to his feet. Kurapika leaned his weight against her, allowing her to lead him into a dark room.
“Okay, I’m going to set you down.”
She lied him down on the bed, not caring about the blood staining her sheets. She pushed her sleeves back and stood, moving to the other side of the bed to have access to his injured arm.
‘What… is she doing?’
(Name) pulled his sleeve back, wincing at the sight. “What happened to you, Kurapika?”
“… stabbed.”
“Well, I figured that much… I mean what situation were you in to get stabbed?”
When he didn’t answer, (Name) sighed. “Okay, we can talk about this later. Just…”
She placed her hand on his wound. “You’re going to pass out.”
That was the last thing he heard before blacking out.
———————
Kurapika woke up to the feeling of sunlight shining onto his face. His eyes blinked open slowly, his good arm reaching up to shield them.
‘Where… where am I?’
He surveyed his surroundings, using In to see if there was anyone near.
Kurapika sensed two auras besides his own, both of them familiar.
He looked down to see his tabard and undershirt had been removed, replaced by a plain white tshirt. His injured arm had been bandaged and the pain had faded.
‘(Name) must of done this…’
His hand grazed his arm, his eyes softening ever so slightly.
Kurapika stood up, wincing at the soreness in his legs. The blonde opened the door to the room he was in.
“Yeah I think- wait did that door just open?”
Kurapika stepped out of the doorway, being greeted by the smell of eggs and bacon cooking on the stove.
“Oh, you’re awake!”
(Name) waved from the kitchen, a familiar white haired boy sat at the counter on a tall stool.
Oh, right. He was at (Name)’s house.
“… good morning.”
Kurapika walked over, sitting down next to the boy. Said boy raised an eyebrow, turning to get a better look.
“Kurapika!?”
“Killua?”
The two stared at each other, Killua pointing at him. “When the hell did you get here?”
“I could ask the same of you.”
“I live here! Now answer my question!”
He lived with (Name)?
Kurapika glanced at (Name), asking for help with his eyes.
“He got here about 24 hours ago, at night.”
Kurapika blinked. He didn’t think he’d been out that long.
“Okay, okay. Why is he here though?”
(Name) shrugged. “I’m not completely sure, when he got here he was bleeding out on my doorstep.”
Killua huffed. “Oh, so he’s not here visiting.”
Kurapika rubbed his temple. Did he have to ask so many questions when Kurapika was having trouble remembering his own name?
“You haven’t talked with (Name) in what, years? And the first time you decide to show your face is because you needed something.”
“Killua!”
Killua straightened up at the sound of (Name)’s voice. “There’s no need for all that. I offered up my home to all of you if you needed it.”
She placed a plate of food in front of the young boy, walking back and grabbing one for Kurapika as well.
“Now, eat up, Kurapika. You lost a lot of blood.”
The man knew Killua was right. Kurapika had been purposefully ignoring her, for reasons even he couldn’t completely comprehend.
He decided to listen, lifting a piece of bacon to his mouth and taking a bite. After the first bite, he realized just how hungry he was.
Kurapika shoveled scrambled eggs into his mouth, not caring too much about the taste. When was the last time he’d stopped to eat a full meal? Was it 3 or 4 days ago?
“Slow down, you’re going to choke.”
While he wasn’t paying attention, (Name) had snuck closer, placing a cup of orange juice in front of him. Ironically, her words spooked him into choking, the man coughing before downing the juice in one gulp.
“You’re acting like you haven’t eaten in days.” Killua said before munching on a handful of Froot Loops.
“That’s because I haven’t. I’ve been busy.”
(Name) sat down in front of them, taking a bite of her own breakfast. “You should try to eat three square meals a day. You need fuel for your body.”
He didn’t reply, standing up and walking to the stove to get seconds.
“How long is he staying?”
Kurapika’s eyebrow twitched. Why didn’t Killua just ask him?
“Oh, I’m not sure. As long as he needs to.”
“Just until I recover.”
The two looked up at Kurapika. He sat back down, starting on his second helping. “I’ll be gone within a few days to a week at most. Sorry for the trouble.”
(Name) leaned her cheek against her hand, elbow on the table. “You’re no trouble at all, I’m happy to see you again.”
This was one of the reasons Kurapika hadn’t contacted her. He remembered why he had trouble speaking with her.
She was way too nice, and he didn’t like how it made him feel.
Soft.
“Thank you. I’ll make sure to reimburse you.”
She waved her hand dismissively. “No need. I don’t take money from friends.”
Killua sighed. “Don’t try to argue, she doesn’t listen to reason.”
(Name) scowled at him. “Rude.”
———————
Kurapika put his plate in the sink, watching the two from the corner of his eye. They were talking about something mundane, (Name) seemingly more passionate about the topic.
“Oh!”
(Name) turned away from Killua, giving Kurapika a smile. “I washed your tabard, and it’s drying right now. I did it by hand because I wasn’t sure if it was washing machine safe.”
“It is, but I appreciate your help.”
He suddenly remembered what happened right before he passed out.
“(Name)?”
“Yes?”
“What… what is your nen ability?”
She grinned. “I can heal people. Technically, I just speed up the recovery process going on in your cells, so it takes a lot of your stamina to heal. You didn’t have a lot the other night, so you passed out. It’s most likely why you slept so long.”
That made sense. (Name) had always been the soft, motherly type. Of course her power would be that of a healer. That was why his arm wasn’t hurting as much as it should.
“I see. Thank you, (Name).”
“No problem, hun.”
Oh dear, another reason he didn’t speak to her. She was quite fond of pet names, and although they didn’t make him uncomfortable per say, it did make him feel… something.
“Kurapika.”
Killua folded his arms against his chest, staring the blonde down. “What happened for you to get so injured?”
“I was stabbed-“
“I mean what situation you were in.”
Kurapika could swear he’d had this conversation before.
“I had a mission. To collect the scarlet eyes.”
“And?”
“That’s all.”
Killua groaned, (Name) pushing herself up and taking her plate to the sink. “You really should be more careful, Kurapika. You nearly gave me a heart attack when you showed up bleeding all over my porch.”
“… sorry.”
He hadn’t meant to worry her. It was one of the many reasons he worked alone, he hated making other people worry about him.
“Don’t be. I’m just glad you’re alright.”
She patted his back. “Now, why don’t you rest. You’ll need at least another day until your stamina is recovered.”
He nodded and walked back to his room, closing the door behind him.
It was never easy being with her for too long. Ever since the Hunter Exam, she’d been someone he struggled to be around for longer than necessary.
She smelled good, she was nice, and always made his head feel fuzzy.
And he hated it.
He had trouble concentrating on his mission when his thoughts kept drifting to her. How she was doing, where she was, if she was okay. It was all he could think about after leaving York New.
But now it was near impossible to ignore her. Maybe he should have taken his chances with the thugs that had been chasing him.
As he watched the ceiling fan spin above him, he told himself he needed to leave as soon as possible. For both his and (Name)’s own good.
He didn’t want to hurt her again.
——————
Kurapika awoke to a knock on his door, (Name) opening it up and walking in with her hands full.
“I brought your bag and clothes! If you write down your sizing I can go and grab you some spare outfits when I go shopping tomorrow.”
Kurapika sat up, pulling the bag into his lap. He peered inside, visibly relaxing when his eyes met those of the scarlet eyes. It was strange, you’d think he’d have felt anguish or anger at the sight of his clan’s dismembered eyes, but it felt familiar. Safe.
“I will accompany you.”
She tilted her head. “Are you sure? Didn’t you say you were stabbed in town?”
“Yes, but they have most likely left by now. They probably assumed I skipped town.”
(Name) sat on the edge of his bed, the man stiffening ever so slightly. “I see. Well, I’m glad your mission was a success. What are you planning to do next?”
He zipped up the backpack, placing it on the floor next to his bed. “I’ll find more information on either the Spiders or the scarlet eyes until I find one or the other. I’ll continue until I’m finished or dead.”
He said this so seriously, his aura determined. (Name) sighed.
“I wish you wouldn’t say things like that. You shouldn’t throw your life away.”
He scowled, his fingers brushing against the bandages on his arm.
“I wouldn’t expect you to understand. I will not stop until my clan has been avenged. I have no other purpose, that is my goal.”
It always hurt to see (Name)’s face twist into one of sadness when he stated his mission. She’d heard these words before, though more harsh the last time.
“I know, I know. Just…”
She placed a hand on his leg, squeezing lightly. “Just know that we care about you, okay? We all worry, so please, be careful.”
With that, she stood up and approached the door. “The shower is open if you need one. I just set out some towels.”
He nodded, not meeting her eye.
“Dinner is in an hour.”
She opened the door and closed it behind her.
‘I’m doing it again. I’m worrying her.’
Kurapika shook the memory of their last meeting from his head. He didn’t want to think about that right now.
He took up her offer about 15 minutes later, seeing a fluffy towel next to the shower ready for use.
There were only two sets of soap, one set being (Name)’s, and the others Killua’s.
He didn’t want to know how Killua would react if he used his, so he used (Name)’s. It was a soft, fruity scent, soothing his anxious mind as he rubbed it into his skin.
When he left the shower, he draped a towel over his shoulders, leaving his hair wet. He hadn’t dried his hair in years, never having the time.
He wish he had when (Name) came rushing over when he excited, scolding him.
“Kurapika, you’re going to get a cold. Sit!”
It was hard to argue when you’re being dragged and pushed into a sitting position.
“You have such pretty hair, you know.”
Kurapika sighed. Was his hair really that pretty now? It had been a while since he’d properly washed it. He’d take quick showers, just scrubbing it with whatever soap he could get his hands on before exciting the shower as quickly as possible.
She ran leave in conditioner through his locks, humming to herself as she combed through the knots in his hair. Her touch was gentle, much more gentle than his own.
When was the last time someone had been so close to him without trying to kill him? Even knowing (Name) wouldn’t hurt him, he still felt tense with her near. It felt unnatural, uncanny almost to have someone’s touch be so gentle and caring.
“All done. We’ll get you your own hair wash tomorrow, alright?”
He nodded in response. Kurapika just wanted her to stop touching him. He didn’t want to get used to being treated kindly. It made him soft, and that was dangerous for a man like him.
“You’ve been so quiet today. You alright?”
Kurapika jumped. He hadn’t expected her face to be so close when he turned at the sound of her voice.
“I’m… I’m just tired. Don’t worry too much.”
‘Please. It only makes it harder for me.’
He scooted away from her, turning his attention to the TV.
There was a random anime playing, Kurapika noticing Killua sat in a beanbag chair watching along and snickering.
“I’m going to work on dinner, you two be good, alright? That means you, Killua.”
She sent him a look and stood up, walking in the direction of the kitchen. Once she was out of earshot, Killua’s smile faded.
“Why did you think coming here after what you said to her is okay?”
“Excuse me?”
Killua rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. I’m talking about the last time you two were together. It upset her a lot, you know.”
Kurapika didn’t answer. He had no excuse, not able to look Killua in the eye.
“I said what needed to be said. I stated only the truth.”
Killua scowled. “I don’t care if it was the truth. She cried for days, Kurapika. Days. She was inconsolable.”
Kurapika stiffened and bit his lip. “It’s none of your business what happens between me and her. She seems fine now.”
‘God I’m such an asshole. She cried? I made her cry?’
Killua blinked, a look of confusion on his face. “None of my business? Are you insane? You’re my friend, you’re SUPPOSED to be her friend, if it’s anyone’s business it’s mine. Is she only worth your time when you need something from her?”
Kurapika didn’t answer. Killua scoffed, standing up and walking past him.
“I don’t know what the hell you want from her, but just know…”
Killua stopped right next to him.
“She may forgive easily, but I don’t. Hurt her again, and I won’t think twice about breaking your arm.”
Kurapika watched him from the corner of his eye. “I don’t plan on staying long enough to hurt anyone.”
They stared at each other, Killua’s eyes cold, but hurt. “Don’t outstay your welcome.”
———————
Dinner was quiet, and awkward. Both Killua and Kurapika seemed irritated, (Name) struggling to make conversation before giving up.
Both were quick to go to bed after dinner. (Name) flinched at the sound of doors slamming, sighing softly.
She walked around the house, picking up little messes KIllua had made during the day.
‘Messy brat.’
She giggled to herself, placing another empty box of chocolate robots in the trash. She wondered how he was able to eat so many and stay so thin.
“(Name)?”
She jumped, quickly turning to see Kurapika standing in the doorway of his room, staring at her with his intense gray eyes.
“Oh- yes?”
He stayed silent for a moment, seemingly choosing his words carefully.
“What… time are you leaving tomorrow?”
She hummed. “I’m thinking after breakfast, so around 8 am. Is that alright with you?”
He nodded, looking away. “Yes, that… that should be fine.”
Thinking the conversation was over, she continued cleaning, humming to herself.
“(Name)?”
He was still standing there, his hand gripping the doorway hard enough to make a creaking sound.
“Yes?”
Kurapika bit his lip, his eyes on the ground.
“I…”
It was silent again, his hair falling to hide his eyes.
“Never mind. Goodnight, (Name).”
“Oh. Goodnight.”
Kurapika closed the door behind him, holding his chest.
He had told himself he’d apologize for his past actions, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak.
‘She probably hates me, but she’s kind enough to help even those that hurt her. God… I’m such a fucking idiot.’
He sunk into the floor, bringing his knees to his chest.
“My mission will always come before you. Always.”
He flinched at the memory of his words, groaning as he rubbed his temple. Kurapika knew those words were true, but he wished he hadn’t said it out loud. Just the look on her face when he spat it at her, right after she’d risked her life to help him was enough to make his chest ache.
Had he really become so cruel that he couldn’t apologize to someone so dear to him? Would he really spend the rest of his life running from his feelings? From her?
‘It’s safer that way. For both of us.’
He sighed, pulling himself up and plopping down onto his bed. It smelled nice, (Name)’s scent lingering on the comforter as he pulled it up to his chin.
Kurapika couldn’t allow himself to get too comfortable. If he did, he wasn’t the only one who’d be getting hurt.
Yandere Alphabet w/ Chrollo Lucilfer
Affection — how do they show their love and affection?
He lets you go outside and take you wherever you want. He will always be by your side with his arm or hand on you.
mirror, mirror
Hisoka is a PEDOPHILE