Cherry: he started calling you that after you two made a cake with cherries one day; he had given you a sweet kiss, so you had blushed a lot. "You're as red as a cherry!" He had screamed
Cutie: he started calling you that unconsciously during a date, where he said you were beautiful ("You're too cute, cutie!")
Sugar: calling you that gives him a sense of tenderness and, by giving you this nickname, he wants to convey all his love to you
Sweetie pie: it was the first nickname he gave you when you started dating. He generally uses it very often because he believes it represents you perfectly
(Y/N)-chan: before you two got engaged, he called you that, and he sometimes still does it. When he calls you like that, he remembers your first date, during which he actually called you "(Y/N)-chan"
Killua Z.
Babe: he calls you that because you arouse almost the same emotions he feels when he's with Alluka. In fact, he wants to take care of you, love and protect you, and he sees you as something truly precious. However, he rarely uses this nickname because he's ashamed
Baka: this is Killua's iconic nickname, also given to you by him. Nevertheless, when he calls you that, his voice takes on a soft tone, different from his usual joking voice, and his eyes soften
Honey: he usually uses this when you cuddle, when he softens in your arms and wants nothing more than to stay there for all his life
My light: he thinks you're his light, the reason he doesn't fall into darkness. For him you two are complementary opposites: he's the darkness, you're the light that illuminates it. Nevertheless, he only used this nickname once: you risked dying and he, running towards you almost crying, called you that, begging you not to let him too die that way
Pookie: he often uses this nickname. For him it's a perfect term of endearment for you
Kurapika K.
Darling: very classic nickname, just like him. He uses it very often when you're in public because he's ashamed of calling you by the sweet nicknames he uses in private
Love: this too is used in public by him, although to a lesser extent than the previous one
My heart: he thinks it's thanks to you that his heart beats, thanks to you he can live and distract himself from his revenge, so he wants to communicate it to you with this nickname
My life: similar to the previous nickname, he believes you're what makes him feel alive, who makes him live
Sunshine: like Killua, he thinks you're the light that illuminates the darkness of his heart. This is the nickname he uses the most and it's also the name he wrote on your contact
Leorio P.
Doll: he thinks you're beautiful and perfect like a doll and this is one of the nicknames which suits you best
Hottie: he's Leorio, what can we do? There must be at least one slightly perverted nickname in his vocabulary
Princess: he thinks it's the perfect nickname for you and it represents exactly who you're and how he should treat you. When you aren't home, he calls you that. Furthermore, this is the name he wrote on your contact
Shorty: Leorio is tall, very tall, and he wants to underline this by calling you that. He uses this nickname when he's in a particularly playful mood
Sweetheart: nickname used the most, it also shows his true sweet character. He loves calling you that, especially in front of your and his friends because it shows he isn't just a pervert in this way
request: So for my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Leorio and a male reader in an Aladdin au please? The reader is a genie who befriended Leorio as a boy. The conflict is that the genie can't be around him for very long because he ends up with different masters. So he ends up seeing Leorio grow up in gaps, up until his elderly years. (@princeasimdiya12)
a/n: first time writing about him and it's been a long time since I last watched/read something hxh related, so I hope I got it right and that it's good
tags: male reader, genie reader, hurt/comfort, slow burn, aging
words count: 2.3k
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
You feel your golden prison shaking in the hands of someone new. A thief, probably. They always are. The scent of sand and sweat fills your nose as the cap pops free, and for a brief second, you stretch your essence outward like breath after drowning.
And then you see him.
A boy with brown hair sticking to his sunburnt face, one sandal missing, the other held together by a frayed leather strap. He holds the lamp like it’s made of diamonds. Eyes wide. Heart louder than his gasps.
You materialize before him in a flash of swirling blue smoke, a smirk on your lips even if it’s a little forced. You’ve done this dance a thousand times. But somehow, this time feels…
Different.
“Whoa,” he breathes, stepping back and nearly tripping over a rock “You’re… You’re a genie?”
You cross your arms “Three wishes. No more, no less. No bringing back the dead, no making people fall in love, and no infinite wishes. Got it?”
He blinks “You’re real.”
“Yeah” you say, flicking a spark off your fingertips “And you’ve got three shots to make your life a little less miserable. Better make ‘em count.”
But he just stares at you, mouth open.
You cock an eyebrow “Gonna wish for a mountain of gold? A palace? A camel that doesn’t spit?”
“…Do you wanna sit down?” he asks.
You blink.
“…What?”
“You look tired.”
And for the first time in centuries, you don’t know what to say.
You learn his name is Leorio.
He doesn’t wish for riches or revenge. Not yet. He lets you float around him while he wanders the back of the alleys.
He offers you half a piece of stale bread.
No master has ever done that.
“You’re weird” you tell him.
“You’re lonely” he says back. And damn it, maybe you are.
He makes his first wish on accident.
It’s a mugger, tall and mean, who corners Leorio in an alley with a rusted knife and a demand for coin he doesn’t have. You feel the boy’s pulse thundering like war drums.
“I wish he’d leave me alone!”
Just like that, it’s done. The mugger trips on nothing, hits his head, and goes limp. Leorio stares, horrified. You cross your arms.
“Told you to be careful.”
He looks at his hands like they betrayed him “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t…”
You float beside him silently for a while. Then you add “One wish down.”
Weeks pass.
You make him laugh. He teaches you card games and draws silly mustaches on walls. He talks about dreams, about becoming a doctor someday, about helping people.
Someone steals the lamp while Leorio sleeps, another thief, another master. You vanish mid-laugh, torn from the makeshift home you helped him build in the ruins outside the city.
You don’t even get to say goodbye. Most of the time it’s like this.
You don’t see him again for seven years.
Seven years. Four different masters. Two desert wars. One fool who wished for immortality and exploded a week later. But sometimes, in the quiet gaps between wishes, you think of him. The loud, skinny kid with scraped knees and a dream too big for his pockets.
Leorio.
You still remember how his voice cracked when he laughed.
You feel the lamp change hands again—rough, calloused palms, fingers careful like they’ve held fragile things before. You expect another selfish brat or greedy noble, but when the smoke clears, it’s him.
He’s taller now. Leaner. The sun has kissed his skin deeper, his jaw more defined. His clothes are cheap but clean, medical textbooks peeking out from a satchel. His hair is the same mess, though, and his eyes widen when he sees you.
“No way…”
You hover midair, mouth slightly open.
“Leorio?” you breathe.
He laughs, like thunder breaking drought.
“You’re real! I thought— I thought I made you up. Some fever dream from when I was a stupid kid.”
You smirk, trying to mask the ache in your chest “You were a stupid kid.”
His grin widens “Yeah, well. Still am. Just taller.”
You want to hug him. You want to ask if he’s okay.
Instead, you float back and cross your arms, casual.
“So, you rubbing the lamp on purpose this time, or just got lucky again?”
Leorio raises his eyebrows “You think I’d forget you?”
He pauses. Looks away. His voice goes a little quieter.
“…I looked for that lamp for years.”
That shuts you up.
You look at him and you see what the years have done. He’s still got that reckless spark, still stubborn and loud and noble in the way people grow out of when life crushes them. But he’s weathered now. Carrying weight.
Carrying loss.
“…You only have two wishes left” you say gently.
He nods “I know.”
You float a little closer “So? What’ll it be this time? A degree? A magic scalpel? A clinic made of gold?”
He shakes his head “Nah. Not yet.”
You blink “What, are you saving them?”
He shrugs “I waited seven years. I can wait a little longer.”
You tilt your head “Why?”
“Because,” he says, giving you a crooked smile, “I’ve got some stories to catch you up on. And I don’t wanna waste them.”
And just like that, the ache in your chest flares warm and painful.
You nod, softly “Then tell me.”
So he tells you about how he started studying medicine. How he got kicked out of three clinics for yelling at corrupt officials. How he punches nobles who raise prices on medicine. How he still has nightmares sometimes, but fewer now.
You float beside him on rooftops under the moon. You hover by firelight as he reads anatomy charts by candlelight. You tease him when he fumbles with surgical tools and pretend not to notice how his eyes linger on you.
You are not his to keep.
But for now, he is yours to listen to.
You stay with him for three weeks this time.
You don’t know it yet, but that will be the longest stretch you ever get.
You can tell it’s coming.
It always does.
It’s in the way the lamp starts humming low when you drift too far. In the way Leorio’s touch leaves behind sparks now. It doesn’t matter how kind he is. It doesn’t matter that he hasn’t made another wish. The bond is temporary. It always is.
But you stay anyway, because he laughs like home.
You’re sitting on the edge of a rooftop. Leorio’s beside you, chewing on some food and reading aloud from a medical scroll. His legs swing freely, and you float next to him like a lazy wind spirit, arms behind your head, pretending your chest doesn’t ache with every passing hour.
You interrupt him mid-sentence “You’re gonna make a great doctor.”
He snorts “Damn right I am.”
You pause “Do you… ever think about your last two wishes?”
Leorio sets the scroll in his lap, thinking “Sometimes.”
“Got something in mind?”
“Yeah.”
You glance over.
He’s not smiling “But I’m not gonna say it. Not yet.”
You want to press, but something about his tone silences you. So you let it go, and you sit in the quiet with him, listening to the sounds of the city below.
He leans against you, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat.
And for a moment, you let yourself believe in the impossible.
That night a drunk nobleman arrives laughing, ending up waving the lamp in the air.
You don’t feel it until it’s too late. One moment you’re listening to Leorio’s heartbeat slow in sleep, the next—Snap.
Your next master is a bastard.
A collector with too much coin and not enough soul. He lives in a palace with stained glass windows and tiger-skin rugs. He never asks your name. Just points at things and demands.
And you do it because you have to and because now the lamp is his.
But every time he makes a wish, you wonder if Leorio’s awake, reaching for you. If he thinks you left on purpose.
You don’t get to explain.
You never get to explain.
Ten years pass before you see him again.
You don’t know how. You don’t know why, but one day, you feel it. The hum. The pull. The gentle, familiar warmth of a hand that holds the lamp like it matters.
He’s older now. Beard scruffy. Wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. A long coat with patches and ink stains, a stethoscope looped over his shoulders like a badge.
And that same fire in his eyes when he sees you.
“…Hey!” Leorio says, voice rough.
Your throat closes.
“…Hey.”
The years show in the way he walks, a stiffness in his joints, a slump in his shoulders. There are streaks of silver in his hair, and his hands tremble when he holds the lamp.
But his voice… still sounds like home.
“Thought maybe this time… I’d lost you for good” he says.
You want to say something sharp. Something clever. Something to make the ache in your chest feel smaller.
But all that comes out is “You’re back.”
He laughs softly “Yeah. Took me a while. Bastard I got the lamp from thought it was cursed. Guess he wasn’t wrong.”
You float in silence for a moment, afraid to get too close.
He sees it.
“You look the same.”
“You don’t.”
“I know.”
He sits slowly, crossing his legs with a wince. You settle beside him, this time grounding yourself enough that your form feels almost real. Close enough to touch.
He doesn’t.
Not yet.
“I didn’t use those wishes,” he says after a moment “Did you know that?”
You nod.
“I thought about it. Every day. Sometimes I wanted to wish you free. Other times… I just wanted to keep you around. Selfish, huh?”
“No…” you whisper.
“Then why do I feel like I wasted it?”
You look at him, truly look at him. His eyes are tired, but still burning. The same fire. The same impossible, beautiful will.
“You didn’t waste anything,” you say “You gave me time. You gave me years, Leorio. Do you know how rare that is for someone like me?”
He swallows.
“I would’ve given you more,” he says “If I could.”
You smile, soft and worn.
“You already did.”
The stars are high when he pulls the lamp into his lap. You feel the shift in the air before he speaks, final, certain.
“I want to make my second wish.”
You go still “Leorio…”
He turns toward you.
“I want you to be free.”
Silence.
That silence is a cliff.
“You’d lose me…” you say “I’d be cast into the world without tether. No guarantee we’d ever see each other again. The magic that ties me to you… once it’s gone, it’s gone.”
“I know.”
You blink hard.
“Why?”
He leans in, voice low and raw “Because I don’t want you tied to me. Not like that. I don’t want you to disappear the moment someone else touches that lamp. I want you to choose where you go. I want you to choose to stay with me.”
You don’t cry.
You haven’t cried in centuries.
But this is the closest you’ve ever come.
“Okay…” you whisper.
He grips the lamp gently.
“I wish you were free.”
The magic doesn’t crack like thunder or explode like fireworks.
It fades quietly and final, like the last note of a lullaby.
You fall to your knees. You breathe like it’s the first time. The chains inside your chest melt like ice cream.
You’re free.
And he’s right there.
Still waiting.
Still looking at you like you’re something real.
You walk to him.
He opens his arms.
You go home.
When the magic left you, it took more than the glow in your hands.
It took the agelessness, the shimmer in your skin, the weightless way your feet never touched the ground. It took the eternal body you wore like armor for centuries. And it left you with something terrifyingly beautiful:
Mortality.
At first, it feels like a trick. You catch your reflection one morning and see the faintest shadow of a crease by your mouth. Your bones ache when it rains. You sleep longer. You eat more. You need more.
Leorio notices.
He watches you over the edge of his glasses one day while you rub your shoulder, grimacing from some old strain that never would’ve touched you before.
And he smiles.
Not out of pity. Not out of concern.
Out of relief.
“You’re catching up” he says, half a tease.
You roll your eyes “Please, I still look ten years younger than you.”
“For now,” he shoots back, smug “Give it time.”
You do.
Years pass, and your faces begin to mirror each other in new ways.
The same lines beside your eyes from laughing too loud. The same silver streaks at your temples. You wear matching reading glasses now. Leorio swears you’re just trying to be cute, and maybe you are.
It’s strange.
You once watched generations bloom and die in the blink of an eye.
Now you watch your reflection in the mirror each morning and find yourself slowly, gently changing.
Time no longer steals the people you love.
It wraps around you both like a blanket, and you let it.
There’s a day when you’re both too tired to open the clinic.
You sit on the porch instead, two old men under a faded awning, sipping tea that’s gone lukewarm. You don’t speak for a while. You don’t need to.
Then Leorio chuckles.
“What?”
“You really do look just like me now.”
You glance over. He’s right.
Same posture. Same slouched shoulders. Same deep smile lines and soft gray hair curling at the ends.
You grin “Guess I missed you too much to let you age alone.”
In which you meet an "older man" and start developing a massive crush on him...
Fluff, angst, misunderstandings, set during the first season of HXH. Might just do the first season.
Your POV
It smelled really, really bad in here. It was dark and I could see the mold growing in the corners of this large space. I had been here for a few hours as I waited for this years Hunter's Exam to begin. it was my first time taking it and part of me hoped that I would complete it this first time, but maybe I was too confident in myself. There were already so many people crowding in this space. Some looked normal enough, but others looked like they belonged on another planet. The strangest ones were a man dressed like a clown, who kept staring at me with a gross smile plastered on his pasty white face. And a man with pins jabbed in his face, wearing too tight clothes and shook like my grandma. I tried not to stare too long in fear that they might target me during the exam, There was even a child who couldn't have been more than 12 years old here, looking more confident than most of the people here.
I stretched my aching back, legs, and neck, still waiting for the exam to begin. Suddenly, the elevator dinged, and I turned to see who would be joining this merry band of wanna be hunters. To my surprise another child, who looked to be the same age as the other one, stepped out and a younger blonde man wearing Kurta Clan robes. Then, a very handsome tall man wearing a navy blue suit and glasses placed on the bridge of his nose, came out. I couldn't help but stare at the group as they got their badges from the adorable creature named Beans.
I smiled at how cute the child was and he reminded me of the children at my village. I guess he noticed my gaze and gave me a big wave from where he stood along with the rest of his group. I couldn't help but wave back, giving him my best smile. Then, to my annoyance, Tonpa walked up to them and gave them the same stupid speech he gave me as soon as I stepped off the elevator. My anger flared as I walked up to them, hoping to spare them from the same stupid face that I had to look at. Tonpa didn't even have a chance to offer his weird juice to them as I gripped his shoulders and smiled widly.
"Hey there buddy. Why are ya trying to poison these nice people?" I asked Tonpa sweetly giving the group genuine smile.
"H-hey there y/n! I wasn't trying to hurt them!" Tonpa whined, quickly putting the strange juice in his pocket.
"What! You were trying to poison us!" The handsome tall man yelled, rightfully so.
"No! I was just trying to be friendly!' Tonpa replied, shrugging my hands off of him.
"He tried to be friendly to me too." I replied as I crossed my arms
"Thank you for the warning." The younger blonde man spoke as he placed a hand on his chest as a thank you.
"You're just gonna believe this witch?" Tonpa whined
"Witch!" I exclaimed
"Why would she warn us about you then, pal?" The tall man spoke
"Fine, believe the witch instead of me! And here I was trying to be friendly." Tonpa spoke as he stomped off in a huff.
“I’m not a witch!” I called out, giving Tonpa the finger. "My name is Y/n by the way." I spoke as I put my hand out to shake the tall mans.
"My name is Leorio.” He spoke as he grabbed my hand softly. “This is Kurapika." Leorio gestured to the blonde man. "And this is Gon." He added as I smiled at both of them then turned my attention to Leorio, who was still holding my hand. I think he seemed to notice as he quickly let go of mine and placed his on yeh back of his neck.
"Very nice to meet you boys, this your first time here?" I asked, mostly looking at Leorio as I spoke, I then noticed the tips of his ears were red. Maybe the elevator was too cold for him?
“Yeah it’s all of our first times here and seems like we’re pretty late too!” Leorio spoke nervously
“It’s mine too, I got here just a couple of hours ago, so no need to stress.” I replied, hoping to calm the older man’s nerves. I really hated how handsome I found him.
“It’s your first time too!” Gon spoke as he rushed up to me.
“Yeah, I hope I get lucky enough to pass this time.” I said. “What brings someone as young as you to the Hunter Exam?
“Well, my dad is a hunter and he took this exam at my age and passes. I wanted to see why he left me to be a hunter.” Gon admitted without an ounce of anger at his seemingly dead bear father.
“Oh wow!” I replied awkwardly looking to Leorio for confirmation, only to see a big frown on his face.
“Yeah! What brings you here?” Gon enthusiastically asked.
“My grandma took this exam when she was younger too and she told me how it was one of the greatest achievements she’d ever done. So, I guess, in a way, I’m like you. I wanna see what she meant by that.” I said as images of my granny entered my mind. “Plus, if I do pass, hunters get to go places most people can’t go to, and I think that’s pretty cool.
“Wow! Your granny’s a hunter! I bet she’s so proud of you.” Gon replied
“I-I hope so!” I responded, feeling a little embarrassed.
“I think that’s a noble reason for being a hunter.” Kurapika spoke as I noticed him glare at Leorio.
“Thank you. What brings you guys here?” I asked only to be interrupted by a sudden voice.
“Welcome to this years Hunter Exam!” A mouthless man somehow spoke out to the crowd. “No more applicants may apply at this point but you may leave at any time!” He added as he turned towards the front of the group, like a leader. “My name is Saltoz, by the way! Now if you would follow me!” He spoke as he began walking towards the dark tunnel.
“Is this the first exam!” One of the applicants called out.
“Just follow me!” Mr. Saltoz called out as he suddenly picked up the pace.
We all began following him as he quicken his pace even further. I was so grateful that I had actually spent these last few years training with granny. Otherwise, I knew I’d be screwed. My new acquaintances began running with me. However, Gon somehow began running with the other kid here and they seemed to click instantly. Kurapika and Leorio sandwiched me in between them. Though, Leorio was considerably closer to my body that I could smell his cologne, which I liked a little too much.
I looked at him quickly, trying to figure out how old this guy was. He dressed like he was an older man but he looked a little bit younger. In my head I guessed he was around 30, which isn’t too far off from my own age of 21. He was way too handsome for me to not look at him, but if he really was that old, there way no way my granny would approve. I suppose I let my gaze linger on him too long as he looked down at me.
“You okay there, y/n?” He smirked
“Yeah, I’m great.” I spoke as I quickly diverted my gaze to anything but the man running next to me.
“Sure.” Leorio replied and I could feel my face getting very hot.
———
Leorio’s POV
It’s been hours since we started running. I was pretty confident at the start of this endurance test, but now I wasn’t too sure. Like when the hell did this shit end. I was really sweaty now and I wish that I had brought a change of clothes or hadn’t won a suit to this thing. Suddenly, I heard deep breaths next to me. Y/n, the really pretty woman I had just met only hours ago, was beginning to look a little worn out, but not as much as me.
“H-how are you not dying right now?” I asked her, panting.
“I trained for a few years for this with my granny.” She spoke between pants. “Though, I’m starting to wish I had trained a little harder.” She added as she looked at me. Her flushed face made my body feel something it really shouldn’t, especially since I literally just met her.
“Lucky you!” I called out, giving her a smile.
“You doing okay there Leorio?” She asked, giving me one of the smiles I’ve started to yearn to see.
“Oh yeah, n-never better!” I spoke, hoping she wouldn’t see through my bluff.
“I hope this shit doesn’t last long!” She laughed out
“Me too!” I called back as I instantly smiled at her laugh. “Why are you always so cheerful?” I asked her
“I dunno, I guess I just feel like life is better when you’re more cheerful!” She said. “My granny taught me that!” She added as she took the back pack she was wearing and grabbed a water bottle out of it, taking a drink.
“Not a bad way to live!” I said feeling kinda dumb for not bring a water bottle myself.
“Want some?” She offered as she pointed the bottle towards me.
“You sure?” I asked feeling kinda surprised she would offer something so casual.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure!” She spoke sarcastically, making me roll my eyes.
“Thanks!” I took the bottle and took a gulp, trying not to think about the fact that I drank after a girl.
“Anytime Leorio!” And I just about felt my heart stop.
———
Another hour later I was sweating like a pig. My paces slowed significantly and I felt my vision going blurry. Y/n I noticed was still running like she really had trained for this for years. I guess she hadn’t noticed I had slowed down until she was much further ahead. My heart aches at this a little, but I suppose that’s how this exam is played.
“Leorio!” Y/n suddenly called out
“Y-eah.” I groaned as I noticed her running backwards to look at my pathetic self.
“You have to keep going!” She called out to me
“I c-can’t!” I huffed, feeling like an absolute failure
“You have to! I have no idea what you’re situation in life is but you got this far! You have to keep going!” Y/n cheered once more, making my heart swell.
I stopped and heaved for a few seconds as I let her kind words flutter through my mind. She was right, I had made it this far! I was going to be a doctor, one that would help people no matter what!
“Dammit!!!!!” I screamed as I ran as fast as I could, even passing y/n.
“Way to go Leorio! That’s the spirit!” She cheered from behind me.
“How about you catch up slow pokes!” I called out.
“Go Leorio!” I heard Gon call out
“I’m glad you came back to your senses!” Kurapika called out too.
Suddenly, in the heat of running too much i suddenly felt a presence at my side. I looked down to see that y/n had made it and was running just as fast as I was. So, to be courteous of her, I began slowing down, now I was fully equal to her and the other contestants once again.
“Why’d you speed up!” I asked her as I took off my coat and shirt due to how incredibly hot I now felt.
“Dunno, guess I didn’t want to be left in your dust!” She laughed
“We are almost out, please keep up with me.” Mr. Saltoz said as I almost forgot he was there.
Then, to my absolute horror, stairs. We would now be running up stairs. I was starting to wish that I had saved a little more energy, but I couldn’t stop now. Especially since I had people who were now rooting for me.
“So, I told you my story, what’s yours?” She asked after a moment, looking a bit more tired than she did before.
“I’m just here for money!” I lied
“That’s fine, but there has got to be another reason for you to be here.” Y/n said, seemingly seeing through my bullshit answer.
“Money makes the world go round, that’s the only reason I’m here!” I pressed on
“If you say so.” She said in a disinterested voice.
“I am here for money.” I started. “That’s the truth. I had a friend that passed away to an illness that could’ve been treated, only his family didn’t have enough money.” I said trying to keep the bad memory from making me cry.
“I’m so sorry.” She said sincerely, touch my shoulder for a moment.
“Me too! But I’m here because I want to be the kind of doctor that helps people no matter how much money they have. I want enough money so that my patients don’t have to worry about a thing!” I proclaimed, feeling better now that I’ve told her.
“Wow! I didn’t know you were a doctor! I think that’s a pretty badass reason to be here!” She beamed
“I agree with y/n!” Kurapika spoke, making me flinch as I had no idea he was there.
“Yeah! I think that’s great!” Gon said too and I wondered when the hell he go here as well. I even say another kid here with white hair. How the hell did I not notice them here?
“Thanks you guys!” I said, smiling.
“Anytime old man!” Y/n spoke seriously.
“Old man!” I whined, looking at her with shock.
“Don’t you know I’m a teenager like you!” I exclaimed.
“What!” She yelled. “I thought you were like 30.” She laughed.
“I’m 19 dammit, how old are you?” I asked feeling slightly frustrated.
“Damn, I could’ve sworn you were 30. I’m 21!” She said.
“Look who’s the old lady now, huh!” I teased. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind my ladies a bit older.” I spoke. I looked at her and saw the shocked expression on her face and knew I messed up big time.
“Right…” she dragged on as the two of us ran in silence.
Once we finally reached the top, I felt relieved that the first test was finally over, but embarrassed as hell that I kinda gave away my slight crush on y/n. How wrong I was…
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Contains: Winter themes. Cuddling. Whining and complaining. Fluff
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When he’s by himself, he usually just curls up with his work.
Honestly. He curls up on the couch with his paperwork.
But now that you’re in the picture, he feels like he has some sort of duty.
When neither of you have anything going on, he might try to drag you outside to play in the snow.
But after a snowman and maybe a snow angel, he complains that he’s freezing and gets you both back inside.
He’ll make you both hot chocolate, and he’ll insist that you can’t wear normal clothes to be comfortable.
Nope! You both need to be wearing pajamas. And who are you to argue?
He likes for you to lay your head on his lap while you’re both covered in soft blankets.
He’ll put a movie on, and he’ll fall asleep almost every time, his fingers still tangled in your hair.
Alone, he really doesn’t do much.
He likes to be lazy when it’s cold, though. If it’s up to him, he won’t even step outside when it snows. He’ll curl up with a good book and sit under a blanket all day.
With you around, things aren’t much different.
He likes to bake on cold days, though.
Well, more like he likes to watch you bake. I don’t think this man can cook to save his life.
His warm drink of choice is a hot tea with a little honey and milk.
He likes to read to you on cold days, cuddled up together with a sweet-smelling candle lit on the table next to you.
Sometimes he likes to take naps with you, too. It just depends on how productive he has to be that day.
If it’s too cold, Feitan doesn’t even want to get out of bed.
And that means he doesn’t want you to get out of bed either.
If you have no reason to get up, he will wrap himself around you tightly and make you stay next to him.
If you do manage to pull him out of bed, he will walk around the house cocooned in a blanket.
Because he demands to stay cozy, he will fall asleep just about anywhere in the house.
His warm drink of choice is a black coffee. Sometimes he might add some milk, if the feeling strikes.
Feitan is very whiny when it’s cold. And if you point out that he is being whiny, he just says, “I’m just being honest.”
He won’t admit that he likes it when you cuddle him until you move to get up. Then he whines that you’re leaving.
Leorio with a S/O who wants kids / the aftermath of getting pregnant. Nsfw or sfw you can go wherever with the idea
I went with the more sfw route!
Leorio wasn’t expecting this news.
Although, he probably should’ve seen this coming. After all the countless nights full of pure passion, your nails digging deep in his skin and his lips sinfully exploring every nook of your body, you were destined to meet this outcome at some point.
It didn’t take long for the both of you to notice the signs. Sudden aches sprouting in unusual places and cravings that you could barely keep down happened frequently as the days went on. He knew what was coming, and in all honesty, Leorio was beyond scared of the words that would be said next.
“We’re having a baby.” You breathed in shock before a gradual smile formed onto your lips.
“I’m so excited!” You squealed happily, face beaming brightly as you bounced on your toes. You always wanted kids, and you were glad your wish was finally coming true.
Leorio stood behind you, leaning his tall stature against the doorway of your bathroom. He observed you with his arms folded against his chest, and his eyes slightly squinted due to his missing glasses. He was glad you were happy, and he wanted more than anything to lift you in the air and spin you in his arms, but for some reason he was glued to his spot.
You promptly paused your fit of happiness once you noticed Leorio's quietness, and you turned on your heel to face him curiously.
“Hey, you alright?”
Leorio rolled his gaze to the side, moving one hand to rub the nape of his neck and placing the other into his pant’s pocket.
“I’m just… surprised.”
You frowned at his sour tone and stepped towards him, draping your arms around his waist and tilting your chin to peer into his eyes.
“You're nervous, aren't you? It's written all across your face.” You mused with a raised eyebrow. "Just relax, okay?"
“Easier said than done.” Leorio sighed, drooping his head towards you.
“You love kids.” You reasoned, grinning reassuringly. There was no argument that Leorio didn't have a big heart for kids, especially considering his entire goal was to create a space for them to get the proper care they deserved.
Leorio pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “I know, I know. It’s just… being a dad?”
You watched as his face contorted into a look of sadness. “What If i’m not good enough, you know?”
“Leorio Paladknight, look at me.” You grabbed his cheeks, squishing them together so that his eyes could spring open and fall on you. He glanced down to see you furrowing your eyebrows, a stern look overtaking your features.
“Don’t doubt yourself. You have the biggest heart and you’re the most caring person i know. Our baby is going to love you and be proud of you. I just know it.” You huffed, leaning up to place a kiss on his nose.
“You’re going to be the best dad, Leorio.”
Leorio's eyes blazed with adoration as he looked at you, and it was then that he realized how lucky he was to have you always there beside him.
“You’re right.” He agreed, before the weight of this situation finally hit him.
“We’re going to have a family.” He whispered, smiling largely. He would support you every step of your journey, and would love the both of you with everything he had.
It was a promise he made, and one that he would forever cherish.
So for my first request, can you write a oneshot featuring Leorio and a male reader in an Aladdin AU please? In the story, Leorio is a street rat who also works as an unofficial doctor for the orphans and elderly. One day, he's called by the royal palace to take care of the prince reader who's sick. The reader is a gentle and soft-hearted man who takes an interest in his new unorthodox doctor. What do you think?
Thank you for the request! Despite it taking me so long to write I had fun with this and it was actually my first au I've written! I don't think I've ever seen Aladdin if I'm being honest (though I know the gist of it). I made some edits so it's more of an Aladdin inspired setting, and also the reader is gn!. Regardless, I hope it is what you were looking for and please enjoy!
Characters: Leorio x gn! reader
Genre: Fluff mostly?
Warnings: Some descriptions of wounds and illness, minor character death
Summary: Aladdin inspired! AU Leorio is a doctor living a humble lifestyle caring for the poor, when he hears of the young heir to the throne being ill and in need of a doctor. Leorio seeks out the opportunity as a way to ultimately help the poor, but it doesn’t go quite as expected…
Notes: Words such as heir, highness, majesty are all intended to be gender neutral.
UM I FINALLY FINISHED THIS!!! It’s finals era and also I just haven’t been doing super great lately but I still wanna try getting stuff out there! If you’ve requested something I promise I’m working on it and I’ll do my best to make it a quality piece!
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Dust sweeps the ground as wind billows into the exposed room. Well, it’s hardly a room.
“Your talents are wasted on us, young man. You should be off taking care of important people, earning a real living.” A old woman huffs. Her skin is waxy and thin, and she appears fragile like she could crumble to dust any moment.
“Your lives are worth more than all the money in the world,” he says, smiling while he focuses on preparing an ointment. The lady smiles down at him too.
“Still, it would be a shame for you to miss this opportunity.”
“What do you mean?” Leorio sits up, brows creased.
“You haven’t heard? The young heir to the throne has fallen ill. Just weeks ago the court doctor passed, and they are desperately searching for someone to fill the position.” Leorio ponders this for a moment. He doesn’t know much about the young lord, or any royalty for that matter, he’s always too busy caring for himself and others.
“I couldn’t leave you all, though.”
“Oh don’t you worry about us, we’ve lived this long already. We’ll manage fine without you.” He remains silent while he finishes caring for the rest of his patients. There are many of them, with sicknesses and wounds that greatly vary.
He was only trained a little by his mentor, before his untimely death, then he studied as much as he could on his own. But most of his experience was gained on the job. When the cold night falls he returns to his home, if he could even call it that. It’s a claustrophobic room with more dust than furnishings that he shared with rats and other people seeking shelter. It was always too cold at night and too hot during the day, not that he spends much time there anyway. It’s a place to sleep and that’s it. He ponders what he was told today about the prince. Helping people isn’t lucrative, but it was fulfilling and that was enough for him. But if he had more money he could help people too, if he worked for the prince himself he would be able to buy proper shelter and medicine for all those people. It’s a tempting offer.
The next day is much of the same. He easily barters for a bit of breakfast at the markets. Considering most of the people have family he’s helped, or have themselves been helped by him, he usually gets things at a good discount. Leorio is well liked around town; he’s friendly and always willing to help, even going out of his way to do so. His passion is in helping people, and taking care of those who are weaker. But as he makes his way to the makeshift care center, he can’t help but think about the words of the old lady over and over again.
“Leorio! You’re just in time, something urgent has come up and we need help immediately!” A young man, volunteering at the center since his only guardian is being treated there, rushes toward Leorio. In an instant Leorio follows the boy to a crowd of people. A woman is lying on the floor, severely wounded, and people are crowdinf around her, either attempting to help or simply unable to move due to panic.
“Everyone clear the area. I need space. Prepare a cloth and warm water and some bandages!” At the sound of Leorio’s voice the pain turns to organized chaos, and everyone sets in motion. In the center, Leorio’s word is law, and everyone trusts him and his judgement and skill. He leans down to the woman to inspect the wound. It’s a messy gash, likely from an attack.
“What happened?” He asks, voice and hands steady.
“She was attacked by bandits on her way into the city. Luckily she made it to safety before collapsing, then she was brought here.”
“No debris in the wound, we got lucky. We’ll clean it and bandage it. It isn’t near any vitals so she will be fine.” Just as he finishes speaking some people arrive with water and bandages as requested. The cloth is poor, but it is all that can be afforded, and as long as it is clean they can use it. He cleans around the wound while the young boy soothes the hissing patient. After cleaning he gently applies an ointment and wraps it the best he can.
“We’ll need to prepare a fresh set of bandages if we can. Once these are soiled switch them out, I’ll use my own shirt if I have to.”
“Thank you so much Leorio, you’re truly our savior. You’ve helped so many people, and we’re all so grateful.” He smiles at the crowd of people who have gathered now around him in gratitude. He smiles sheepishly, but turns when his voice is called again. Immediately panic bubbles in him again and he sighs. Though he may seem calm, these situations are stressful, and he never quite gets used to them.
“What’s the issue?” He asks, facing the old woman who called to him.
“Oh nothing dire, no need to look so serious. I’ve spoken with an old friend of mine, she’s a maid who works for the royal family. She said she can get you into the castle to meet the young lord, and will even put in a good word for you! This really is a perfect opportunity for you!” He is stunned. A part of him is nervous, what if things go wrong, he could be sent to jail and then there would be no one to take care of all these people. Another part of him is grateful, to have people that care about him and his future. But he still isn’t convinced he should go.
“I don’t know… I still can’t see how leaving you all is a good thin-“
“Help! Come quickly!” A new voice interrupts, and once again panic grips him. He runs over only to see a ghastly sight. Many people recoil or even leave the room when they see the pallid and gasping person.
“What happened?” Leorio asks, unable to contain his shaking this time.
“We’re not sure, we think it was a deathstalker.” Deathstalkers, the most dangerous scorpions in the region. Leorio’s panic intensifies. “We need antivenom, we have some right?” Leorio looks at the person, then at the patient, and shakes his head slowly. Only choked sounds can be heard from the poor victim, who is now coughing up blood.
“He’s not breathing!” The man shouts.
“It’s a severe allergic reaction to the venom, there’s nothing we can do now. Even if we had antivenom.”
“You have to do something!” Leorio grips his knee, trying to quell his shaking, but he is helpless.
Then sounds stop.
“Antivenom is extremely expensive and difficult to obtain, and even with it, there’s no guarantee it would cure him entirely.” Leorio’s voice is low and solemn. The people around Leorio all go quiet, and a solemness fills the room. All he can think about is if he had the money, this could be different. If he had the money he could have a proper care center, proper medicine and bandages. He could prevent this from happening again. And so he made up his mind.
He swallos nervously as he walks up the palace stairs. Lavish gold embellishes every wall, pillar, doorway and decor. Leorio scoffs at the exorbitance. Eventually he comes to face a couple attendants.
“Mr. Paladiknight I presume?” The man on the left says. His posture is perfect, and though he is merely a servant his raiment puts Leorio’s finest cloth to shame.
“Mrs. Maysa has told me about your recommendation,” the man motions to the older woman beside him, who nods enthusiastically, “I will admit I expected you to be a bit more… distinguished. Nevertheless I have full confidence in your skills, and well, our majesty is in dire need of assistance. I will show you to their chambers now.”
Leorio follows them to a room with a grand doorway. The attendant knocks on the door and announces his entrance.
“Your highness, I present Mr. Paladiknight, a doctor of high esteem. We will take our leave now.” The two attendants leave Leorio alone with the heir, lying in bed, concealed by luxurious curtains.
“Please, come in. There is no need to be tense or formal.” The heir speaks, their voice soft but weak. Leorio takes a seat on a chair at the bedside. A plethora of medical equipment is neatly arranged, with many tools and remedies Leorio could never hope to afford. Slowly, the curtain is pulled back by a frail hand, and he finally sees the young royal. They indeed look quite ill, but still retain an air of beauty and majesty.
“Well Doctor, how do I look?” They speak, pulling a light hearted smile.
“It’s too soon for a diagnoses, your highness. I’ll check your vitals, and I’ll need to ask about your symptoms.” The heir chuckles lightly, followed by a cough, while Leorio checks them.
“So professional. Other doctors would always tarry, fawning with flattery. You know why you’re here, though. Oh, and you may simply call me Y/N, I have no love for formalities.” Leorio pays no mind to their amused words, continuing with his diagnoses. But he already has a good idea of the illness, indicated by the dewy and pallid sheen on their skin, The bitter flu, commonly dubbed “the shivers”, is not terribly uncommon, but it takes a lot of time to recover from. It typically targets younger and healthier people, and though it’s not especially fatal, it has caused many fatalities. Those who cannot afford to take time to rest continue to work while ill, which often overwhelms and overworks their body. It frequently claims the lives of the young and able, but poor, that way. Leorio grits his teeth and leans back.
“It’s the bitter flu, your hi-, Y/N. As long as you get ample rest it should pass, however I noticed some unusual inflammation. There’s likely a complication in your lungs, untreated it could make this much more severe.” The heir seems surprisingly unfazed.
“Well Doctor, can you treat it?” Leorio can’t help but scoff at them.
“Of course, that’s my job.”
Over the next two weeks Leorio treats Y/N, and surely they begin to regain their strength. He feeds them nutritious soups prepared by the kitchen, administers medicine, and helps them with light stretches and exercise. He even read to them at night, at their behest. Though Y/N is kind, if somewhat curious about him and his practice, Leorio remained focused. They were right: he isn’t here to gain their favour, or to seek status, knowledge or consortium. He is here to get his job done, and ultimately fulfill his goal of helping the poor. Though this only makes Y/N appreciate him even more. He should be eager to leave the gaudy palace halls and return to his people, and he thought he would be. But his heart feels heavy at the thought of leaving, and something makes him long to stay. Or someone…
“Well Y/N, I believe my services are no longer required. You have recovered quite well and are nearly in peak condition.” Leorio says while cleaning the mess he made of the medical supplies, attempting to put them back in the orderly fashion in which he found them.
“Indeed, you have done your job well,” Y/N speaks, with their ever lighthearted tone, though their face seems slightly crestfallen. “But…” They begin, uncharacteristically at a loss for words, and Leorio now turns fully to them, interested in what is tying their tongue.
“Well, I was hoping you would stay… I mean, as a doctor! Your skills are unmatched, and your regular services would be highly valuable.” They finish, rushing their words, but Leorio doesn’t fail to notice the slight colour in their cheeks. A sign of good health, if nothing else. His heart flutters unexpectedly, and he too now finds himself at a loss for words. He has secretely dreaded leaving the palace, not because he does not wish to return to his clinic, but because he has grown used to Y/N’s company. Their soft smiles and kind words. He never expected a member of royalty to be so… pleasant. But he recalls all the people from his clinic, and his heart falters and stings. He opens his mouth to speak, but Y/N beats him to it.
“I know you have a clinic, in the northern part of town. We could fund the construction of an actual clinic if you wish, and you can see them too! But… please, stay here.” Their pleading tone shocks him, and he would be insane to refuse them. He didn’t really have to give up anything after all. Not his clinic and his goals, or his one chance at relief, at company, at something… more.
“Of course, Y/N.” He smiles and sits back down, taking their hand in his.
May I please get Leorio with the timestamp 11:11 pm for your event?
𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎 — 「 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏𝐩𝐦 」 event details • black reader
Sitting at his lamp lit desk, his pen steady going at a paper. He was studying hard to become a doctor. It was a dream of his since a young age. Looking at the time displayed on a black analog clock ; 11:11pm It was about time for him to go to bed. He’s got a busy dayahead of him. Grouping his things together in piles, clearing off his desk— ding! His phone sounds with a notification. Next to the photos app Icon is “You have a new memory”
Clicking on the notif, opening his phone he’s met with a picture of y’all’s first date! He remembers that day like it was yesterday. The picture exhibited the both of you in front of a fountain with his arm around your back, a big smile plastered on both of your faces. He used to be so nervous when he went on dates with you. His hands clammy, words tumbling over each other, tense smile and all. You found it cute but of course he wouldn’t know that, he thought it was embarrassing.
He takes a deep sigh in adoration. Okay I really should be going to bed he thought, tiredly. He could already hear your voice scolding him for his terrible sleeping habits although he’s a soon to be doctor himself. It doesn't matter what comes out of your mouth. It always brings him comfort.
"I plan to spoil the shit out of you, you know?" Leorio said, pulling you closer to him on the couch.
Now that he has his hunters license, he can get to work and start making money.
"Leorio, you shouldn't spend your money on me," but no amount of complaining will convince him.
"It's my money and I can do whatever I wish with it, and that includes spoiling you," And he did have a point with that.
Leorio does not revolve around money though, he also loves taking care of others and doing whatever he can to help someone. Money is just a nice bonus.
Be prepared to be absolutely spoiled by this man. I'm talking 5 star restaurants weekly, picnics, spa's, anything you can think of, he will provide.
Arguments aren't common, but when they happen they usually aren't bad. You've only ever had 1 bad argument together and it was over which side of the bed you got.
Spoiler, you won and got the right side.
"You're my favorite person, I'd be lost without you."
Instead of those long texts people send saying how much they love you, Leorio gives you an entire speech at 1 am on why you are the best person ever and how he is so lucky to have you.
Yes, you also give him speeches at 1 am on why he is your favorite as well.
