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Hoi! First of all I saw all your HxH stuff and I loved it! I was wondering if I can request a Killua x Reader x Gon headcanons where the reader is like Anya Forger from Spy x Family, and also makes the same faces he does? You don't have to write about it if you don't want to, thanks ❤️
Killua and Gon being friends with a reader who is like Anya (Spyxfamily)
Genre: fluff
Pairing: Platonic! Killua x reader x Gon
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Ahoi, anon! I'm glad you like my work, and thank you for the request! I wasn't sure if you had meant being like Anya only personality wise or everything wise so I just made it everything wise, I hope that doesn't bother you!
You're an interesting one, indeed.
When the three of you first met, Killua almost immediately noticed how you knew everything that was about to come out of his mouth, and it didn't take him long before he found out about your telepathic abilities.
As for Gon... Well, let's just say he's not the brightest when it comes to figuring things out.
"Wow, (Y/n)! It's like you can read my mind!" -Gon
"ohhhh you think so...? *Nervous laughter*" -You
You're always the one to warn them if something is about to go wrong or somebody is trailing after the three of you.
You're not smart, not Gon level smart, but still not smart, which annoys Killua but he puts up with it either way 'cause you're "a useful asset" (ulternative meaning: his friend)
You can still fend for yourself! Just not in the smartest of ways.
Sometimes (Often times) you jump into dangerous situations because of your high moral compass, despite the fact you are completely powerless and standing before a whole gang of men with guns loaded in either hand. Gon takes your action as a free encouragement ticket to do the same, now the two of you (dumbasses) are trying to talk murderers out of robbing a bank,
Killua, being the sane one, is always the one to grab the two of you and throw you over his shoulder or under his arm and bolt away, while simultaneously screaming every insult he could think of,
Remember that scene where Killua was running away from Palm with Gon tucked under his arm? Yeah, something like that but with you added to the equation, and it happens like once each month,
Killua is like a sleep deprived parent who has two kids who constantly need to be strapped to leashes.
Gon and Killua shuffle away from you when you make that unique face of yours, it looks like you're smiling but at the same time planning a murder, it freaks them out...!
You do that face whenever someone's getting on your nerve and you don't want to get heated or show your frustration.
It annoys Killua how you get excited over things that are... Not supposed to be exciting, for instance, you're about to face off an extremely strong and ruthless nen user, but for some odd reason, you're smiling like an idoit, your body shaking with excitement. That also goes for the time the three of you were following some members of the phantom troupe, and you were all giddy and excited. And killua just stares at you like... '??????'. Gon is as confused as Killua, but less judgemental, he just accepts it. 'to each their own'
Since they know you get overwhelmed in crowded areas or in areas with lots of conflict, they try their best to avoid places with large crowds for your sake.
Killua and gon always tell you things telepathically, and if they're mad at eachother and are giving ecahother the silent treatment, you're going to be the one to have to listen to them as they angrily rant about the other in their heads. You have to either wait until they forgive eachother (which usually doesn't take long) or help them make amends to get a break from their endless complaining.
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Manifesting Rage (Platonic!Yandere!Gon x Fem!Reader x Platonic!Yandere!Killua) Series fics
Warnings; Gon and Killua are platonic yanderes, both view reader as an older sister, Reader's nen is both op and useless depending on the circumstances, put the parts in chronological order since I technically posted part 2 first, but it makes more sense in this order.
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Pt 2:
Pt 3:
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hi!! i hope you're doing well!! i was hoping if you could write an (platonic) airhead headcanon for gon from hxh?? you dont have to if youre not comfortable w writing it!
i really enjoy reading your works and i hope you have a lovely day!!!
Ah yes, another chaotic crack fic coming up.
BONUS AIRHEADED S/O HEADCANNONS: Gon (HxH)
For starters, there is not a single thought to be had between the two of you
Heads empty with static
You tripped and fell?
He's stumbling on your body and toppling over.
Gon got stung by a bee?
You're fighting the entire hive, only to end up having the worst allergic reaction of your life.
You wanna play in the rain without a jacket?
The both of you end up with colds the next day.
Gon can't do math and you can't read or write, so it balances out.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, Poor Killua is the one who has to put up with both of you
"No Y/n. Eating a glow stick will not make you radioactive and shiny." "No Gon. You can't bake a cookie in one minute just because you set the oven to 1500 degrees."
His two best friends are complete idiots and he can't do anything about it.
But on the bright side, you and Gon are endless entertainment.
You most likely met during the Hunter's Exam.
He and Killua were surprised to see another kid taking the exam, especially one that was keeping up just as well
Leading Gon to ask his famous icebreaker question.
"Why do you wanna become a hunter?"
And immediately your face scrunched up in confusion.
"A what? I thought we were all playing a game."
"But you had to fill out an application." Killua pointed out, very suspicious of your answer.
"Really? Cuz I just snuck in."
Both boys leave it at that because #1, a new friend. And #2 you've got to be really skilled to make it this far.
Also keeps you far away from Hisoka
Like he legit fears for your life and will not let you fight him.
He's seen that clown up close and personal and doesn't want you to get hurt or, knowing hisoka, worse.
"Hisoka gave me a lollipop and told me to meet him outside."
"SPIT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW!"
Now while Gon's ditzy, he's nowhere near as clueless as you.
You're lactose intolerant?
Then why are you downing cheese sticks like you're never gonna eat again?
I'm sorry? You're allergic to shellfish?????
WHY ARE STILL EATING GNAWING ON A CRAB LEG!?!? STOP YOUR FACE IS TURNING RED!!!!
Please stop jumping into lakes to catch fish. 🥺
You're gonna get sick and Gon wants to show you how to fish
There is no babying
You ARE the babies.
Buuuut, Gon will mother hen you after every fight because you're ten times as reckless as him.
You got stabbed once during a fight, and instead of moving back, you pushed yourself further into the blade just to punch your attacker.
Which resulted in a huge lecture from Killua while Gon tried to stop the bleeding.
"If I see a light, should I go towards it?"
"NO!"
Tbh Gon really doesn't have any nicknames for his friends. At most he'll just introduce you as one of his best friends.
He doesn't have it in him to be mean spirited towards you like a certain assassin.
Has a habit of encouraging your bad ideas instead of shutting them down.
Make no mistake, he knows they're awful ideas, but you're trying.
And Aunt Mito says it's the effort that counts.
Speaking of Mito 👀👀👀
She adores you
Surprisingly, you're very helpful in the kitchen.
Just not around knives, which she realized after you sliced through the cutting board.
She also likes how responsible you make Gon.
He's more observant and careful when you're around.
To put it simply, he loves you and Killua with his whole heart.
Two of the most important people he'd do just about anything for.
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Grief - Kurapika, Gon, Killua, and Leorio
A/N: I just found this in the depths of my writing folder, and realized that I don’t think I ever posted this. This was written well over a year ago, maybe 2, but I still think it’s decent enough to post.
Warnings: depression, losing a loved one, blood, cuts(not sh)
Leorio, Kurapiki, Gon, and Killua were all sitting down around the dinner table, waiting for you to come home. It was custom for all 5 of you to sit down and have dinner together every night, and it was something no one could miss. So often it was hard to find free time for the five of you to spend time together, so that is what dinner was for. Your time was often spent talking about your day and what plans the 5 of you had. Dinner was often filled with laughs and good moments.
Except for tonight, it was anything but. Dinner usually started around 6:00 pm, but it was now 6:30 and you were nowhere to be found. The food was growing cold, and the four boys ate, despite wanting you to join them.
“Does anyone know where Y/N is?” Killua asked. “She said she’d be back in time for dinner. Do you think she’s in trouble?”
Kurapika stood, spooning some of the leftover dinner into a dish to save for you. “She told me that she was going to visit her friend.” He left the dining room to stick your plate into the fridge for you. He yelled from the kitchen, “I’m sure she just lost track of time.” The other three boys took their dishes and brought them to the kitchen to wash.
“Which friend?” Gon asked with worried eyes. “Is it the sick one? Maybe something happened?”
“I’m sure that’s who she’s with,” Leorio responded. “Y/N’s been talking about how little she’s able to see her friend.”
There was a bang coming from the front of the house. When the four boys turned around, they saw you bolting up the stairs and heard your door slam shut. Melody stood in the doorway, looking upset.
“Melody? What are you doing here?” Kurapika asked, walking towards the front door. He could see the tears brimming his co-worker’s eyes. “What happened?”
The other three boys gathered around them.
Melody sniffled before answering. “Her heart is beating with grief,” she whispered, finally making eye contact with Kurapika and the others.
“Come, sit down,” Gon instructed, worried for his friend. You had taken off running without a word, and here Melody says you’re grieving. Once everyone was settled, Melody finally spoke.
“Y/N called me, asking me to come pick her up from the hospital,” she started. “I could barely understand what she was saying, even with my enhanced hearing. I could tell that she was greatly hurting, so I rushed to get her. When I arrived, I could immediately hear the pain and grief in her heartbeat.” She paused for a moment. “I’ve never heard grief like this.”
“Did she tell you why she was so upset?” Leorio asked although everyone had a hunch.
“Her friend has passed,” Melody answered. “I guess her friend died before Y/N even got to the hospital.”
“Oh no,” Gon whispered. “This must be so hard for her. We should go see if she’s ok.”
“No.” The command was sharp, quick. Kurapika stood, looking around at the others in the room. “Having all of us run up there right now will do nothing but overbear Y/N.” He turned to Melody. “Melody, we cannot thank you enough.” The girl nodded.
“Please let me know if Y/N needs anything,” she instructed before leaving.
“We can’t just leave Y/N by herself,” Gon whined. “She needs us right now.”
“I agree,” Killua cut in. “But I also agree with Kurapika. Having all of us crowd her right now isn’t what she needs.”
“So who’s going up there?” Leorio asked.
“I will,” Kurapika volunteered. The boy was always fond of you, treating you more like a sister than a friend.
“You are closest with her,” Gon muttered, “but I want to make sure she’s ok too!”
“We can go see her later,” Killua suggested. “In the meantime, we can reheat her dinner for her!” The two boys went running off to the kitchen.
“Let me know how she is, ok,” Leorio said. “Let me know if you need me to do anything. We’ll need to keep an eye on her for the next few days. Mental health is very important after losing someone close to you.” Kurapika nodded.
“Thanks, Leorio.”
Kurapika ascended the stairs that led to everyone’s rooms and the bathroom. Your room was at the end of the hall, next to Kurapika’s room and across from Killua and Gon. Upon approaching the door, the blonde could hear gut-wrenching sobs from behind the door and his heart broke. He hated this for you. He knew how much your friend meant to you, and he knew how much you wanted to go see them. You had just been so busy lately, with classes, work, and sports and you never had a free day to be with your friend.
“Y/N?” Kurapika called softly, knocking on the door. “May I come in?” There was no answer, and the blonde didn’t know if he should wait on this side of the door and speak to you through the door or if he should go in and comfort you. While debating with himself, he suddenly heard a crash coming from your side of the door, along with a scream. Kurapika grew alarmed. “Y/N! I’m coming in, ok?!”
“Is everything ok!?” Leorio yelled from the base of the stairs. Killua and Gon were already running down the hall and towards your door.
Kurapika was in your room, scanning the area for you. Your bed was blocking a large portion of his view, yet he could see that your desk was completely cleared of everything that was once on it. He walked over to the other side of your bed to see you on the ground, struggling to breathe.
“Y/N!” Gon gasped, jumping over your bed to kneel next to you. Kurapika was at your other side in an instant, panicking himself. Killua, though he was worried, didn’t want to make you feel crowded so he went to get a broom and sweep up the broken remains of what used to be on your desk. Leorio was now in the doorway, watching as the scene unfolded before him.
“Y/N, are you hurt anywhere?” Gon asked, yet you were in no state to answer. Even though you couldn’t give him a yes or no answer, he could see blood seeping from your clenched fists.
“Y/N, honey, you need to breathe,” Kurapika stated in a desperate attempt to keep you calm.
“Sit her upright, Kurapika,” Leorio instructed, now sitting beside him. “It’ll help her breathe, but be prepared. She may not want to be touched, and it could potentially make things worse, only for a moment.”
“I don’t want to make her worse!” Kurapika shouted.
“Guys, stop yelling!” Gon said strictly. “Kurapika, do as Leorio asked. I’ll help.” The two boys wrapped their arms under you, pulling you into a sitting position.
“Y/N, please breathe,” he called. Gon’s arm still lingered behind you, unsure whether or not you were okay with physical comfort yet.
On the other hand, Kurapika pulled you into a tight hug against his chest. “Breathe with me, ok?” You showed no sign of even recognizing that someone was talking to you. Gon tilted his head in confusion.
“Y/N? Can you hear us?”
“Probably not,” Leorio answered. “Her mind's going a million miles an hour. If she doesn’t calm down she’s going to pass out.”
Kurapika was accentuating his breathing, trying to get you to breathe with him, but it was no use. You slumped against him with a long sigh. “Y/N?”
“She’s passed out,” Leorio commented. “Gon, can you get a cool cloth, some water, and a first aid kit?” The green-haired boy nodded, running out of the room. Killua joined the others on the floor near you.
“Is she going to be ok?” he asked. Leorio looked at you with worried eyes.
“I’m not sure,” he admitted quietly, pulling your hands into his to see the various cuts and shards of broken materials from where you threw everything off of your desk. “It’s going to be hard next few weeks. Maybe even months. We just have to be there for her.”
Gon returned quickly with the supplies Leorio asked for, handing them to the tall man. Kurapika lifted you to place you on your bed, laying you down gently. The next several minutes were silent as Kurapika and Leorio cleansed and bandaged your hands. Killua made his way to the head of your bed, moving your head to his lap. He ran his hands through your hair gently, massaging your scalp. Gon was wiping the dried tears from your face, careful not to be too harsh in the motion.
Three days have passed since the passing of your friend. You hadn’t said a word, hardly even leaving your room. To be honest, your friends were really worried about you. Gon and Killua had to fight you to get out of bed to at least move around.
“Exercise is important Y/N,” Killua would say softly.
“It’ll make you feel better,” Gon would add. The two boys would finally leave you when you walk with them outside to get the mail, then quickly return to your room.
Kurapika had to force you to eat, waking you up for every meal. He wouldn’t go as far as making you join them all downstairs for meals, but he’d sit with you to make sure you actually ate.
Leorio was concerned about your overall health. He took note of how long you’d been sleeping, how pale you looked with red puffy eyes and a runny nose. He’d frown every time he peeked through your cracked door to see you staring blankly up at the ceiling, not moving. There were even some moments he’d come in and touch you just to make sure you were still breathing.
All four boys accompanied you to the funeral, never leaving your side for even a moment. Kurapika sat beside you during the service, holding your hand tightly. Gon was on your other side, hugging you to make sure you knew he was there for you. All Leorio and Killua could do was give you sympathetic looks. When the time came for the burial, Kurapika still had your hand in a tight hold. Killua was at your other side now, wrapping an arm around your waist. Leorio and Gon kept a hand on each shoulder, holding you steady.
“Kurapika,” you said quietly at the end of the funeral. “I want to go home. I’m tired.”
The blonde nodded with a sad smile. This was the first time you’ve spoken since your friend died. “Alright, let’s go.” He pulled you gently beside him as you all walked to your car. He helped you into the car before sliding into the driver’s seat. Leorio joined him in the front while Killua and Gon sat with you in the back. The car started and left the funeral.
You were almost asleep when you got home. Killua shook you gently, letting you know that it was time to go inside.
“Leave her be,” Kurapika said quietly. “It’s been a hard day for her. I’ll carry her in.”
You feel the boys beside you leave, then two arms wrap around you. You were lifted out of the car and carried into the house. You felt each bump as Kurapika climbed the stairs to get to your room. He placed you on your bed, tucking you in gently.
“I’m sorry,” you heard him whisper. The bed dipped down beside you. “You shouldn’t have to go through this.” A calloused hand ran through your hair. “I wish we could do more for you.”
You felt Kurapika stand to leave and quickly reached out for his hand. “Stay. Please.” The boy gasped, spooked by your words. You couldn’t see him well in the dim light, but you could just tell he was relieved.
“Of course.” You scooted over to make room for him, curling into his side once he got comfortable. “Is this ok?”
You nodded, sighing. “Yes, thank you.” You layed in silence with him
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Hi, thank you for finally replying to my ask! I actually forgot I even send an ask to you and I forgot what idea I had in my mind at that time. You said I could send again sooooo can you please write platonic headcanons with the main 4 during the hunter exams, where reader is Kurapika’s younger sister who’s the same age as Gon and Killua and also semi-mute? She rarely talks, seems shy and always clings to Kurapika. Oh, but she’s as capable as her brother, that’s why everybody else was surprised at her skills and strength
Sorry if this is too long, don’t rush it and stay safe!
Yesss!!! I'm so happy when people request anime too!! Lesgooo!! You stay safe too!!
Saving kurapika for last!!! 😍
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Relationship: platonic!
Main four x kurapika's younger sister!
Gon
Tbh you were his best friend besides killua.
Tries to make you as comfortable as possible since he isn't completely dumb and notices how shy you can get. He thinks it's kinda similar to kurapika, considering he isn't exactly chatty either.
Also, he lowkey freaks out the first few times you spoke, his first reaction was literally-
"Y/n, you can speak!?" *gets bonked by killua* I swear he isn't trying to be rude.
This dude will drag you everywhere and tries to get you to know you more and to possibly make you feel safe enough to speak to him more. He definitely doesn't mean any harm.
Since you are the same age as him and killua he thinks it's a must for all three of you to be friends.
Sometimes his behavior can get overwhelming to you and make you get even more shy.
"Woah, you are really close to kurapika! Killua doesn't seem to be that close with his siblings. Well I wouldn't know since I don't have any." Would ask questions about you and kurapika.
Was shocked af when you had shown off your skills. Didn't necessarily think you were really weak but didn't think you were this strong.
After whatever you did he would praise you and stay stuff like "wow! Y/n I didn't think you were that strong! That was so cool!"
Would stop worrying about you a little less. Now knowing that if you were ever in danger and there was no one, you would definitely be able to protect yourself. (Let's hope whatever you're fighting against isn't too strong.)
"Hey y/n! Come over here for a second!"
Killua
Probably acted kind of a jerk to you the first few times.
But then after a while seeing that you weren't all that bad he started loosening up a bit. And then eventually you became friends with him.
Would've thought you were weak if it weren't for that zoldyck blood in which he sensed something far stronger within you.
Still even so he still thought you were nowhere near as strong as him. And overtime he started to become a little protective of you.
"Y/n you can speak!?" Killua bonked gon on the head.
Doesn't mind your quietness. He prefers it, he likes how energetic gon is but he also wants someone he can vibe peacefully quiet with.
He's kinda jealous of your closeness with kurapika. At first he thought that younger siblings could never get along with their older ones but clearly you and kurapika proved him wrong. He wishes he and illumi could have a healthier relationship sometimes.
If he's feeling especially silly and happy he might try to separate you from your older brother's hip and get to hang out with him instead during free time.
Killua's not shy, just self reserved. Even so he can understand most of your behaviors.
Wasn't that surprised when you had shown how capable you were when you had to fight against an enemy. Though it doesn't necessarily change his opinion on you. He feels a little more at ease.
"Why don't you hang out with me and gon for a little while?"
Leorio
You're like the little sister he never had.
Didn't really pay you much mind as you never really did anything outstanding for the majority of the exam but as he spent more time in your presence the more he started appreciating you.
You grew on him quick, he's now also your older brother.
Because of your pretty introverted nature he felt quite obligated to be at your side a lot.
Will almost cry if you want to spend time with him, he's never been this happy before. Although in the hunter exam the amount of things you can do is pretty limited.
You're somewhere without kurapika and someone goes out of their way to talk smack in front of you? Don't worry you'll see leorio sprinting towards the person in a very loud and aggressive voice.
"HEY WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY!?"
Since leorio is more in his delusions most of the time he'll think of you as kinda pretty weak. Don't get him wrong it's not like he'll force it on you, he just feels like he needs to help out in stuff mostly.
Around kurapika alot so that also means he's around you alot, it's a win win. You get two protective and older sibling figures by your side.
Jaw dropped. It dropped to the ground and 5 feet more under. Now he feels kinda bad and embarrassed he thought of you as something that needed help with.
Still tries to help you as much as he can when you're about to be fighting with someone.
He tries to look calm even though he made a dumb expression earlier. Although he does hold a proud smile.
"You were really cool..!"
Kurapika
Kurapika doesn't mind it when you seem to cling to him 24/7. In fact he likes it. As in he feels more at ease when you're in his line of sight. Being the two sole survivors of your clan it's really no wonder.
Of course this without a doubt forms an inseparable and unbreakable bond and trust.
Your older brother was the only person you could comfortably be alone with until the hunter exam. It took kurapika by surprise when you actually decided to hang out with someone other than him. It's not like he hates it but he feels a little uneasy, something you've had your entire life suddenly being away from you is something not so many people can be okay with.
He warms up to the idea eventually though. In fact he does enjoy seeing you interacting with other people. Seeing you by yourself without him with gon, killua and leorio and others sends a melancholy wave of pride through him.
He encourages you to spend more time with your now called new friends.
He wants you to spend a bit more time being independent before he goes away for something which he never told you about or plans to ever tell you about. (Ehem.. Revenge)
Knows you are fully capable of stuff but it doesn't stop him from feeling obligated to do something for you.
Anyone who brings slander to your name in front of him must be a real hell of an idiot.
Not surprised at all like killua after you leashed your skills fighting a random monster or opponent or something. He already knows after all he was the one who taught you everything you knew about anything really.
"I'm proud to have you as my sister y/n..."
Sorry if the last part seems rushed, it's because I am in a rush actually 💀
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The news of a young padawan meeting an ex-Jedi Master, now known as a Sith Lord, spread like wildfire throughout the Jedi Temple. It's supposed to be a remarkable achievement for a young padawan to survive such a dangerous encounter, but that would be a different story when the ex- Jedi is the one who has been taking care of them since a baby.
This encounter has led to the situation you find yourself in now. You stand at the center of the Jedi Council room, aware that the gazes of the Jedi Masters are fixed upon you with a mixture of anticipation and tension. Besides you, stands Commander Cody. Cody's composed exterior doesn't completely hide the subtle signs of tension. A slight furrow of his brow, the way he adjusts his stance – these small gestures reveal his unease. You share a brief glance with Cody, offering him a reassuring smile. Cody's expression softens as he meets your gaze and registers your reassurance. The small smile you give him seems to lighten the atmosphere, even if just a bit. It's a brief moment of connection amidst the anticipation in the room.
"Young Padawan and Commander Cody, we are glad to have you both back safely," Master Plo's voice breaks the silence.
"Indeed, however, we need to know what happened when you both met with Count Dooku and how you managed to escape," adds Master Windu, his tone carrying a mix of curiosity and concern.
Taking a deep breath, you consciously attempt to calm the internal conflict swirling in your heart. It's been three days since your encounter with him, yet the memories remain vivid, as if it all happened just yesterday. The familiarity of his voice and the aura of comfort that still radiated from him were reminiscent of the old man you had always known. The sight of the black robe and the crimson lightsaber, a stark contrast to his old blue one, stands as a barrier that keeps you from embracing him like the old days, it makes your heart ache.
In the uncomfortable silence, you sense a wave of comfort and reassurance flowing through the bond you share with your master. Meeting your master's gaze, you offer him a grateful smile. In response, your master returns the gesture with a smile of his own, the unspoken smile telling you that you are not alone in this challenging situation. You looking back at Master Windu and finally having courage to speak
"We didn't escape, Master. Count Dooku let us go"
You speak with a calm yet resolute voice, the weight of your words hanging in the air. A soft murmurs filled the Jedi Council room as you expected. You stand at the center of it all, the weight of the room's attention focused on you. Master Yoda's cane taps the floor, the distinct sound reverberating through the room, and an immediate hush falls over the Council members.
"More about what happened, young padawan, can you tell us?"
"Of course, Master. When Commander Cody and I got separated from Master Kenobi, we found ourselves unable to locate an exit for several hours. Then, unexpectedly, Count Dooku appeared. I didn't sense any immediate hostility from him. He engaged in conversation with me for a few minutes and just left when my Master and the rest of troopers were about to find us. I assure you Master, he didn't hurt me or Commander Cody"
Your voice slightly waver at the end, Master Yoda's perceptive gaze doesn't miss the subtle wavering in your voice. There's a tinge of sadness that flickers within his expression, a recognition of the complexity of the situation you've found yourself in.
"True, is that, Commander Cody?"
Cody's grip tightened on the helmet in his hand as he nodded. The memory of you and Count Dooku still lingered in his head. He recalled the way the separatist leader's eyes softened at the sight of you, how he inquired about your well-being instead of reaching for his lightsaber. In that moment, Cody had witnessed a side of the enemy he hadn't expected—a glimpse of humanity that defied the rigid lines of the war they were in. And at that moment, the clone commander immediately understood that an unspoken connection existed between you and the separatist leader before all of this chaos happened.
Master Yoda nodded at this. while Master Windu, his expression inscrutable, turned his attention from Cody to you.
"Yes sir"
"And what kind of conversation did you have with Count Dooku, Padawan?" Windu's voice was measured, carrying a hint of curiosity.
"He said he was glad that Master Kenobi took me as his Padawan and he just asked about my well being Master. and when I asked how he knew about me being Master Kenobi Padawan, he evaded the question. Instead, he simply asked me to trust that his intentions were for a greater purpose."
The room held a collective tension, your words echoing with a sense of intrigue that had captivated the Council. Windu's gaze remained fixed on you as he continued study your expression.
"And did you trust him?"
The familiar voice of your Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, resonated in the council chamber, his gaze fixed upon you with a mixture of concern and expectation. You avoided his gaze, your eyes fixed on the floor as uncertainty weighed heavily in your response.
"I—I don't know,"
"I heard Master Windu send you to help Master Nu at Jedi archive as punishment"
Startled by the unexpected but warm familiarity of the voice, you turned around to see none other than Master Dooku standing there, his presence commanding yet welcoming. His eyes held a glint of amusement as he regarded you.
"Master Dooku!"
You exclaimed, your voice a mix of surprise and joy. A warmth spread through you as you closed the distance between you two. He returned your smile and opened his arms. In a heartbeat, you were wrapped in his embrace, feeling the reassuring strength of his arms around you. He lifted you effortlessly, a gentle chuckle escaping him as you put your tiny hands around him.
"ah, my eager youngling. Always ready to greet the world with enthusiasm."
You chuckled at his remark, a carefree sound that echoed through the corridors as he carried you outside the jedi archives. The passing jedi masters received respectful nods and warm greetings from master dooku as he walked with you in his arms.
"In my defense, it was an accident, master,"
you retorted, your tone playfully innocent as you recalled the incident he was referring to. Dooku raised an amused eyebrow, his lips curving into a wry smile.
"an accident that included a book thrown at Master Mundi's face?"
you couldn't help but burst into laughter at the memory, your cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment.
"Well, i didn't mean to hit him. The force just guided the book in a different direction..."
Dooku's amusement deepened into a full-fledged smile, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of fondness and wry amusement.
"ah, my young one, your creative explanations never cease to amuse me."
Master Dooku carried you through the serene expanse of the temple courtyard. Ahead, you spotted master Qui-gon Jinn standing before the majestic uneti tree. The sight of him brought a smile to your lips, master dooku's steps slowed as he approached the scene, Qui-gon look at his former master with you and smile with fondness.
"Master Qui-gon! You're back early," you exclaimed, your voice a mix of surprise and delight.
Qui-gon's eyes twinkled with warmth as he shifted his attention to you, his smile growing.
"Indeed, young one. I just finished a mission with my padawan," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of pride, "and upon returning, I heard some interesting news. Apparently, a certain youngling had a slight incident involving a book and Master Mundi's face. I wonder who that might be."
You felt your cheeks flush slightly under Qui-gon's gaze, a mixture of amusement and slight embarrassment coloring your expression.
"It was— it was an accident, master Qui-gon I promise," you admitted, your voice tinged with a sheepish grin. "I didn't mean to hit Master Mundi. The force just had a different plan."
Qui-gon chuckle and your giggles fill the temple courtyard, the warm atmosphere surrounded the Jedi temple at the sight of two Jedi Masters and a young Jedi in front of uneti tree. The connection they grew is quite dangerous for a Jedi to form an attachment, yet they didn't feel that way. Instead, it feels right, just like where they belong all along. It feels warm, just like home.
"I want to meet your Padawan someday"
"and you will young one, I believe you both will get along really well"
Now you stood in front of the uneti tree, alone. The wind around Jedi courtyard feels cold, the warmth surrounding this place seems gone as if it's gone with them. Perhaps it's never felt warm, it's just their presence who made it warm just like home. You look up at the tree as one of the leaves fell in your feet, you hold your tears once again.
You hate yourself for being weak, you shouldn't let your emotions control you like this. You're Jedi, you should let them go. The attachment is a path to the dark side, you remind yourself once again. But how you can let them go that easy as their memory with you keep lingering in your mind.
"I know that I'll find you here somehow"
The voice of your Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, reached your ears. make you quickly wipe your tears, you look back at him forcing a smile.
"Sorry Master, I thought I could visit here before we go back to Negotiator again"
Obi-Wan crouched down, his eyes meeting yours as he gently wiped away the remaining tears from your cheeks. His expression looks troubled, there's sadness in his eyes as he looks at you softly.
"I know this attachment you had with Count Dooku and my former Master Padawan." he began, his voice tender yet filled with an undeniable weight. "I've never forbidden you from loving and treasuring someone. But there comes a time when we must let go. It's a difficult lesson we learn as Jedi. We can't allow our emotions to control us and lead us down the path to the dark side. I've already lost so much, and I don't want to lose you as well."
As his words settled into the air, your eyes brimmed with tears once more, and you couldn't contain the overwhelming surge of emotion any longer. You threw your arms around Obi-Wan, seeking comfort and warmth in his presence. Your sobs escaped freely as you clung to him, releasing all the pent-up sadness and sorrow that had been weighing on your heart. The Uneti tree stood witness to your vulnerability, the complexities of a Jedi's journey—a journey marked by love, loss, and the unwavering commitment to the path of light.
"Hush my dear, I'm here now"
On the outer edges of the galaxy, on the planet Serenno, an ex-Jedi Master stood by a window, lost in thought. Memories of a recent encounter with you played in his mind. It was the first time ever he saw you after a few years since his former Padawan Qui-gon Jinn death, since he left the order. The promise he made to you echoed in his mind—promising to take you with him someday.
He couldn't shake the image of your sad and defeated expression as you looked at his dark robe and his red lightsaber. As he looked out the window, his emotions matched the stormy skies above Serenno. He had left to protect those he cared about, but in doing so, he had left you behind, someone he had promised to look after.
But he can't go back now, it's already too late for him. He must finish this. The corruption in the senate needs to be erased. To end the suffering of civilians, no more corrupt senate, no more children have to live without parents like you. If this makes him a villain, then he is willing to take that risk for a greater purpose. He only hopes that you don't hate him too much for this. Someday, he hopes you will understand.
#codywan#star wars#obi wan kenobi#commander cody#clone wars#padawan reader#child reader#obi wan x padawan reader platonic#cody x reader platonic#count dooku x reader platonic#qui gon jinn x reader platonic#obi wan x reader
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hi, can i request a platonic relationship with Gon and Killua? But the reader is going to be 12 like them and they are a calm, intelligent and observant person also if its possible can it mostly be in the first arc? (i forgot the name of the arc lol)
Gon x Killua x Reader (PLATONIC)
(this is only going to be about The Hunter Exam arc and abit of Heavens Arena arc)
well first of all good luck because you're dealing with a assassin and someone who's too good for their own good.
you ARE the parent of the group and you know it.
you probably met Gon on the Kaijinmaru because there is actually no way Killua would've accept you.
okay so let's skip to Hisoka's introduction. You don't like Hisoka.
also when i say you don't like him, i mean that you despise this dude.
first of all he looks like a clown and you caught him looking at Gon like he gonna be the love of his life. (traumatizing experience would not recommend it)
you where obviously alerted about his behavior and told Gon to be like extra careful around this dude.
did he listen?
no..not at all.
you and Killua protect Gon from Hisoka and Gon is just like ''???''
y'all would also make plans about murdering Hisoka with Killua
i also feel like when the three of you guys are talking, Hisoka would randomly just come in and y'all would just shut up and wait for him to leave.
you probably (try to) get them out of chaotic situations but most of the time they just end up getting involved.
When Killua told y'all he was an assassin you where pretty interested.
i mean you knew that he could just killed you immediately if he wanted you but you just wanted to know more about him and his life.
You crave knowledge and you know it. Good for you bud!
when you guys saw Killua just crave out that one dude's heart. You where more interested than everrr. After he came back you asked millions of questions!
you guys have a love-hate relationship. Y'all can argue about something the whole day then something would attack you both and now you guys are the best partners
if something happened to one of you guys, the other one would just break
another thing is that it really doesn't matter if you're strong or weak, you can make yourself seem strong either way. I imagine you being pretty confident and Killua low key be kinda jealous about that.
i also imagine Gon just asking to you about EVERYTHING.
for instance, someone stealing money? ''Hey Reader, why is that man stealing?'' like you want to answer but you also don't want him to be upset.
you also have to explain him stuff. Like someone be talking about random things and he'd just whisper to you like ''what is he talking about?''
Gon trust you a lot and talks to you a lot. He finds you very smart!
you appreciate his company a lot and you really do respect him.
I bet you knew all along that he was gonna be very strong. You can see the potential of people
he also talk about his dad a lot.
another thing is that you either know how to use nen or you just know what is nen.
remember the leaf in the water thing? Yeah you moved the leaf the first try (probably pissed off Killua)
you also helped Killua and Gon while they were trying to use nen
(Overall I Think You 3 Have A Pretty Good Friendship That Will Never Break)
#hxh x reader#hxh imagines#gon x reader#killua x reader#platonic#friendship#hunter x hunter#hunter x hunter headcanons#headcanon#imagine#anime headcanons#anime imagines#hxh hisoka#ハンター×ハンター
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NEW DUE! pt3
summary: atsv characters react to your new hair😛
genre/warnings: crack, fluff. some are established relationships and some are platonic. SMAU. black!reader
characters: jessica drew & miguel o’hara
the hair style shown is called boho knotless braids.🩷
#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman atsv x black reader#spider man atsv#jessica drew#atsv jessica#miguel spiderman#earth 2099#miguel o'hara#miguel x black reader#platonic#x black!reader#x black reader#me and miguel gon fight fr🙄#who tf he think he is??#ATSV SMAU
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Synopsis: After a long day of school you and Gon decide to watch a nice movie while cuddling.
Content Warnings: nothing, just fluff with Gon as your bestie, gn!reader
Word Count: 723
Author’s Note: This was a super cute request, and I’m just going to assume this is a platonic Gon x reader :). Tysm for requesting, requests are still open!
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You and Gon shared the same biology class and were in the midst of taking your final test for the class. You both hoped the last minute cram sessions and extra help from Leorio would pay off.
You were hoping that after the test you and Gon could walk to his house and eat Mito’s amazing cooking, and hopefully have a chat with his grandma.
While you were daydreaming about Mito’s cooking, you heard something to the side of you,
“Psst”
You looked over and saw it was Gon who was trying to get your attention. You slowly turned your head over and gave him a ‘what do you want from me??’ look.
He sheepishly looked at you while signaling to your paper, trying to see your progress. The paper was pretty much filled besides a few circled questions you had to look back on.
You glanced at his paper and saw that practically only 50% of it was filled which made you cringe and slowly turn your face to him with a raised eyebrow, sending him a ‘what the heck dude’ glance.
You decided to just focus on your own paper to finish up the few questions you had to fill in. While finishing up the last question, you looked over at the clock and saw only 4 minutes were left.
You looked over to Gon and saw he was basically 70% complete with his test and he had an insane amount of steam coming from his ears which made you mentally laugh.
The 4 minutes went by fast and Gon practically guessed on all of the other questions. Your teacher announced that the scores would show up later today which was kind of nerve-racking for you and Gon.
You packed up your things and were getting ready to leave when a certain green-haired boy tapped your shoulder.
“Y/N are you ready to come over? Killua won’t be coming today so it will be just you and me!” He exclaimed with a big smile.
“Yeah, of course, after this test I just need to relax,” You responded.
He hugged you and then proceeded to walk with you towards his house, talking about anything and everything there was to talk about. His upbeat attitude was exactly what you needed to contrast your simple personality, making him a great friend for you and Killua to have.
When you reached his house, Mito greeted you both and had a delicious meal prepared for you both in which you both did not hesitate to finish after that stressful test.
Once you both finished, you and Gon went to his room and decided to check your scores, you closed your eyes and took a breath in before releasing and opening your eyes to see a 93/100 as your score which had you mostly proud of yourself, but you felt that maybe you could have done better.
“I got a 93, what did you get?”
“I got an 86!”
To be honest, you were shocked considering over 50% of his answers were probably just guesses. You took a mental note that Gon’s guessing skills were normally spot on. Your trail of thought was interrupted by Gon saying,
“C’mon let’s watch this new movie on my laptop!”
He motioned for you to come over to his bed in which you did, before you knew it he grabbed you close to him basically cuddle-hugging you as he started to play the movie.
With how tired you were from finishing the test, you felt like you were going to just fall asleep right then and there and his body warmth wasn’t helping your tiredness so you just gave in to your sleep.
Gon noticed this and smiled before pausing the movie and joining you, he was still holding on to you and slowly fell asleep as he nuzzled himself closer to you. You both ended up having a nice, warm nap with Mito coming upstairs to take pictures.
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@pretty-dreamzz 💜
#hxh x reader#hunter x hunter#hunter x hunter x reader#gon x reader#platonic#gon freecss#x reader#hxh fluff
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Hxh headcannon
A/n: have a good day
⚠️:random headcannon, gon and killua are dumb
You woke up in a camp next to killua. His white hair red because of blood in some spots. You sat up and saw gon in even worse condition. His hair was down and kite was across for thr 3 of you. "You are morons" you say as killua look over " you could have died"
"Yet we didn't" he said as looked over to kite and gon
God why did you love the 2 like little brothers
Have a good day and night 🌙
Pixie out 🧚♀️
#pixie#pixie rants#fluff#x reader#fem reader#gn🌌#male reader#hxh#gon freecss#killua zoldyck#platonic
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Write a story about platonic female omega reader protecting Killua and Gon and adopting Killua as her pup. She becomes very protective and nurturing with him and he realizes that’s what a mother is supposed to be.
Omega's Embrace
In a world where strength was everything, (Y/N) was an anomaly. She was an omega, and not just any omega, but one with an unwavering spirit and a fierce determination. Despite societal norms that dictated omegas should be protected, she was the one doing the protecting.
One fateful day, (Y/N) found herself in the company of two remarkable young boys - Killua and Gon. The moment she saw them, her instincts kicked in, and she felt an overwhelming need to shield and nurture them. They were both alphas, and while that might have intimidated some, it only fueled her desire to care for them.
As they embarked on their adventures, (Y/N) became their steadfast guardian, a silent but unwavering presence. She was always there when they needed her, whether it was to provide first aid, offer comforting words, or just be a listening ear. Killua, in particular, caught her attention. He was a remarkable alpha with a traumatic past, and (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a maternal instinct toward him.
One evening, as they sat by the campfire, Killua turned to (Y/N), his silver eyes filled with curiosity. "You've done so much for us, (Y/N). Why are you so protective of us?"
(Y/N) smiled gently, her omega instincts guiding her words. "It's in my nature, Killua. I can't help but want to protect those I care about. You and Gon are like my pups, and I'll do anything to keep you safe."
Killua was taken aback by her words. He had never experienced this kind of nurturing care before. His own family had been more concerned with his assassin training than his emotional well-being. But (Y/N) was different. She was the mother he had never had.
Over time, Killua grew to appreciate the comfort and warmth (Y/N) provided. He realized that being a mother wasn't about strength or power; it was about love, care, and protection. He started to see her as the embodiment of what a mother should be, and he cherished the bond they shared.
As they continued their journey, (Y/N), Killua, and Gon became an inseparable team. They faced challenges together, and (Y/N) was always there to support and nurture them. And in the process, Killua discovered that a mother's love could be found in the most unexpected places, even in the heart of a protective omega.
One evening, as the group settled in their camp, (Y/N) found herself sitting by the fire with Killua. He had been quiet all day, lost in his thoughts. Sensing that something was troubling him, (Y/N) decided to break the silence.
"Killua, is something bothering you?" she asked, her warm gaze fixed on him.
Killua hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't keep his thoughts to himself any longer. "I've been thinking about what you said, (Y/N). About how you see us as your pups and how you'd do anything to protect us."
(Y/N) nodded, her expression soft and understanding. "That's right, Killua. You and Gon mean a lot to me, and I'll always be here for you."
Killua looked at her, his silver eyes filled with a mix of emotions. "I've never had a real mother, (Y/N). My family... it was never about love or protection. It was always about power and control."
(Y/N) reached out and gently placed a hand on Killua's cheek, her touch tender and reassuring. "I'm so sorry, Killua. No child should ever have to go through what you did."
Killua leaned into her touch, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You know, (Y/N), when you said you saw us as your pups, it made me realize what a mother is supposed to be. It's not about power or control; it's about love and protection. And I'm grateful to have you as my... as my mother."
(Y/N)'s heart swelled with love and warmth. She wrapped her arms around Killua, embracing him like a true mother would. "I'm grateful to have you as my pup, Killua. And I promise to protect you with all the love in my heart."
In that moment, as the stars twinkled above and the campfire crackled, (Y/N) and Killua shared a heartfelt mother-son embrace. It was a precious moment that neither of them would ever forget, a testament to the unbreakable bond that had formed between them.
Their journey continued, but now it was enriched by a deeper understanding and love. And as they faced the challenges of their world together, (Y/N) and Killua knew that they had found in each other the family and love they had both been searching for all along.
NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI
#platonic reader#platonic (y/n)#platonic#x reader#reader insert#gon freecss#gon hxh#killua zoldyck#killua hunter x hunter#killua hxh#hxh#hunter x hunter#KilluaZoldyck#OmegaProtector#MotherlyLove#FamilyBond#HunterxHunter#MaternalInstinct#UnbreakableBond#NurturingLove#ProtectiveOmega#HeartwarmingMoments#FamilyIsLove#KilluaAndYN#UnconventionalFamily#EmbracingLove#HunterExperiences#LoveAndNurture#ChimeraAntArc#MotherlyInstincts
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Hello! I hope you having a wonderful day! I was wondering if you could do HxH hc for a reader who has excoriation disorder (impulsive skin picking)? You don't have to write about it if your uncomfortable with it! Thanks anyways ! <3
HxH characters helping reader with excoriation disorder (skin-picking)
Genre: fluff(?), Neutral
Paring(s): Gon x reader, Killua x reader, Kurapika x reader, Leorio x reader
Warning(s):-
Hellooo! Thank you for the request,! Sorry it took me awhile to answer. I hope you enjoy this
Side note: I WAS ANSWERING A HXH REQUEST ABOUT BPD AND HALF WAY THROIGH I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT SO I PANICKED AND DELETED IT WITHOUT SCREENSHOTTING SO IM SORRY PLS SEND A SECOND REQUEST IF THAT WAS U AHAH
Gon:
Is concerned.
Reminds you whenever you start absent-mindedly picking on your skin
He came back once with a bag full of creamy skin-care products, when you asked him what it was he said that some lady kept trying to sell scar removal creams to him, eventually he gave in and bought it for you. It turned out to be scam and all of the creams did nothing. Poor Gon
Gets you stuff to fidget with to distract you
Most of the time he just gets colorful squishy balls that have cat or dog patterns on them
But once he got you one of those gripping exercise tools
"Now you can distract yourself while being productive! :D"
Killua:
He laughs and makes fun of you at first
But when he understands that it's an actual issue, he stops.
Hits your hand away whenever yous start picking on your skin
Nicknames you "skin-shedder" (as lame as that sounds)
Often tells you to 'stop shedding your skin' 💀
Yells at you across the room if you start picking your skin, even in public despite how embarrassing that is
"STOP SHEDDING YOUR SKIN!"
Kurapika:
Good-old Kurapika
Has like- a whole cabinet of skin-care products and moisturizers that he showcases to you when he's aware of your disorder
Always reminds you when yous start picking again
Looks up a bunch of ways to prevent skin-picking on YouTube and shows you the ones that are most likely to work
One day he just walked into the room you were in with a half cut garlic in his hand and shoved it in front of you
"put this on your nails." "What-" "it'll help you stop picking your skin."
Leorio:
Doesn't really get it at first
Why is it an issue when you can just stop?
Obviously, when you explained it further to him he understood that it's not as easy to stop as it's sounds and becomes much more understanding after that
Of course, like everyone else, he reminds you when you start picking your skin
When you're in public and start doing it, he'll whispers a reminder in your ear or if your a distance from eachother he'll do a gesture with his hand
Instead of having skin-care products like Kurapika, he shopes for some products that might help with your scarring
#daisy loves platonic love#daisy also loves romantic love#hunter x hunter#hunter x hunter x reader#hxh#hunter x hunter fanfic#killua x reader#gon x reader#kurapika x reader#leorio x reader#kurapika headcanons#leorio headcanons#gon headcanons#killua headcanons#gon hxh#killua hxh#kurapika hxh#leorio hxh#gon and killua are supposed to be platonic
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i need some yandere platonic relationships going on rn, any fandom you want to do! preferably either hxh or mha, any character
- You are somewhat of an older sibling to them and they both had to learn what that role means to them.
- Killua has older siblings, but they are nothing like you. His siblings hurt him, berate him, manipulate him, control him, you don't. The way you treat him is kindly and with such honest affection which he never received from his family. You proved to Killua that you really did have his wellbeing in mind most- if not all- the time.
- Gon had no siblings and one concrete family member in his life, he is going to enjoy having someone fuss over him and watch out for him. They are both young boys going into adolescence and they are going to have terrible ideas that are going to need a referee. Even if you aren't as physically strong as Killua or Gon, they actually enjoy having you be so soft and affectionate towards them. They both find it funny when you go 'protective parent' mode and chew out some adult giving them trouble.
- They will not tolerate you being taken or leaving the newly formed family group. You are the older sibling, just keep giving the unconditional love you provide and they will do all they can to keep you with them. Killua does not appreciate cat-calling so if someone tries harassing you, they will die. Gon will make sure others don't get too close to you and no romantic interests are allowed.
- When you came into his life as his dear little child, he was taken by surprise. You were an infant left in a bundle in a dumpster with a note, saying you were a monster. All might had been patrolling for villains when he heard your soft cries, aghast to find an infant left in such a way. It was the dead of night and he just wanted to make sure you were alright so he did as any good hero would and took you home for the evening.
- When he went to give you a bath was when he finally saw what the note was talking about. You had two short and stubby horns on your head, a forked tail, and two bat-looking wings on your shoulder blades. Naturally these were also small and fragile, you were an infant after all. The way you held to his fingers with your tiny hands gave All Might new purpose, to make a world that you could grow up safely in. He knows how some quirks are vilified from the start, and he couldn't let that happen to you.
- Going to school was something that didn't happen until you were around 9-10 years old. This is because your quirk was empowered by your emotions, so you truly did become dangerous when upset. All Might had trusted private tutors and mentors to help get your quirk under control. Only when you could somewhat control it were you allowed to go to school, and even then, you were dropped off by Sir Nighteye.
- All Might is very protective of you because you will be constantly targeted if word gets to the wrong person. You were set on becoming a hero and it almost gave him a heart attack when you first told him. The thought of you getting hurt or being hunted by villains made him want to lock you in your room to keep you safe. He struggles to find a way to keep you from becoming a hero or ever being targeted.
- You are the light of your papa's life, and he will go out of his way to protect and train you. Much like your father Gojo, you inherited Infinity, so he was thrilled to know you would never be hurt. It did irritate him to know he couldn't put you in infinity because you could escape, but he would make sure you were so adored that you wouldn't need to be put in there.
- He is going to absolutely manipulate you into adoring him and always wanting to be with your papa. Everything he does is to make sure you don't leave him and you become a strong curse user like him. You are his child, after all.
- There will be plenty of teasing from him about if you have a crush when you are a little kid, but he will forbid you from dating unless he approves of the person you are going to be dating. His rules are simple; he can tease and bother you, no one else can. He won't tolerate a child or an adult upsetting you, but he will always poke fun and be a nuisance to you.
- The clans are aghast that Gojo had an illegitimate child but they are going to look past that because of your curse ability and value to the clans. Some believe that you will be just as bad or worse in behavior as Gojo and some believe there is still time to make you an appropriate member of the clan.
#kiame-sama#yandere#x reader#yandere x reader#reader insert#tw yandere#platonic x reader#platonic yandere#bnha yandere#hxh yandere#yandere all might#yandere killua#yandere gon#yandere jjk#yandere gojo
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The Moon and Sun (Big Sib Reader x Gon/Killua)
Ch 16: Not Myself
Synopsis: Y/n tries to make today the best it can possibly be…Even if that means pretending to be okay with it. Meanwhile, the boys encounter a very familiar chimera ant. But what's that???? Oh no! 😱😱😱 Could it be???? Childhood trauma 🫣
Silence.
It was quiet when Gon returned to the small home. Too quiet for his liking. He expected to hear you and Killua talking. To come back to your usual banter before you went on your date with Palm. But there was nothing from either of you.
He walked in further. A faint mumbling from your room at last reaching his ears. Maybe the two of you were in there? However it didn't seem likely as he approached your door. He couldn't sense Killua's presence inside with you. Then all at once you'd gone quiet.
Like you just now realized he was here.
Gon was by no means an idiot. Sure he had his moments, but that didn’t make him completely oblivious. Something had happened. Something had been happening judging by the way Killua was distancing himself from you and Gon. Never saying much anymore. Instead, observing from afar.
And now something was happening with you. As if your muttering hadn't already been an indication.
He gave a few knocks on your door before calling your name.
“Y/n!”
He could hear you let out a sigh before responding.
“You can come in.”
You were sitting on your bed when he walked in. The room being much neater than Palm had left it. But the room wasn't the only thing that was different. Somehow, you seemed less drained. Getting up and taking your clothes with a certain vigor that wasn't there before.
Gon could tell immediately that something was off with you. You'd been dreading going on this date all morning, and now you seemed enthusiastic about it. Moving about with energy he'd never seen you have before.
“You were quick, you know that?” You said, giving him a pat to the head that was almost robotic. Not something you'd done out of affection like earlier, but because you simply had to.
Why were you treating him like that? Like he really was a little kid. The gentle inflection in your voice making him worry. The best way to describe it was a forced cheeriness. Except he had trouble telling if it really was forced.
Then you'd flashed him a smile, but it wasn't yours. It felt fake. Practiced. Artificial from how perfect it looked. How wide and toothy it was. A small noticeable gap in the middle. Had that always been there?
Your smiles, your real ones were always crooked. Almost to the point of being cruel. And they were small. Never stretching out across your entire face.
But this one looked charismatic. Devoid of the usual tiredness you held. To someone who didn't know you, it would feel welcoming. Charming. But to someone like Gon who'd spent the better half of a year with you, it was anything but. Like a switch had flipped.
“Thank you so much, munchkin.” And now that he was hearing it again, your tone…. It was boisterous.
This was not you.
It couldn't be.
You who was always tired, always snarky, always comforting…Were now upbeat and detached. What had happened in the 30 minute span he'd been gone?
“You're acting off.” He voiced his concerns at last. But instead of reassuring him, you just brushed it off like nothing.
“Am I? I feel fine.”
A brief squeeze to his shoulder before you spoke again.
“Don't stress yourself out over nothing, okay?”
“Are you sure you're fine?” He didn't believe you for a second.
You weren't fine yesterday when you came home. You were on edge. More irritable than usual with Palm’s presence. And now you were acting like this. This was not nothing. Maybe the stress from the Chimera Ants had finally broken you? Maybe it was something else?
Maybe it was someone else?
“Never better. Now give me a few minutes to change and we'll be on our way.” Again came that smile as you ushered him out. The one that was the complete opposite of yours.
You'd closed the door shut once he was out. It was like you were hiding from him. Scared to be around for more than a few minutes. And before he could try to figure out what it meant, he was face to face with Killua.
“Oh, you're back.” His voice coming out scratchy.
Then there were his eyes, puffy and slightly bloodshot. He'd been crying. Gon wanted to question him. Ask him what was wrong. But he had a feeling it wasn't the right time. You were leaving in 10 minutes. If he asked now, Killua would probably shut down at an interruption. And then he'd refuse for it to be brought up again.
He'd wait until you left to get to the bottom of this. But he knew, he was certain he knew what the reason was.
Something had happened between the two of you.
And a fight was the most likely answer.
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You weren't used to this anymore. Being so smiley and upbeat just because. Acting like you had it all figured out. And maybe you did when you were 7. There'd only ever been one goal at the time. One purpose. But you also had a home. People to connect with.
Maybe that was why you were so damn happy.
You didn't have to worry about looking over your shoulder. You didn't have to worry about food. You didn't have to worry about taking care of others. All you had to do was make the head of your clan happy. Appease him in exchange for everything else.
But now you had nothing. You weren't wanted anymore. Maybe you never really were. Your life for the past twenty something years revolved around your usefulness. What you could offer others in exchange for normalcy. And the revelation had pushed you past your limit.
It left you feeling numb. You simply didn't care anymore. Whatever happened to you after this, it didn't matter. The brief concern from Gon didn't matter. The regret littering Killua's aura didn't matter.
They wouldn't have to ‘worry’ about you ever again. So you plastered on a smile you'd long overgrown. A tone that was honeyed and eccentric. Movements that weren't slowed with exhaustion.
It felt like you were disassociating with every step you took. The person you were trying to portray had died 13 years ago with their sister. All that was left now was a husk.
A coward, a disgrace, a burden.
Something so pitiful and useless, yet it longed for a reason to keep going. A life worth living with people worth living for. And for a moment, it had that. For a brief moment, you had that.
You were supposed to enjoy today. Make it worth it before you sought out ‘Father.’ But you were just floating by. Living because you had to. Treating it more like a chore than one last hurrah.
Tired. You were so unbelievably tired. You longed for rest. And if it happened to be permanent, then that wouldn't be so bad.
You shouldn't think like that. No, you had to get through today first.
The boys had wanted to see you off. Or well, Gon had wanted to see you off and Killua followed him. The boy in green seemingly oblivious to the other’s melancholy state. Had Killua not told him about the fight?
A small part of you wanted to know why. But you reminded yourself it wasn't your concern. Not anymore. Whatever they chose to do next, it was no longer your responsibility.
A call of your name snapped you from your thoughts.
“Over here!” The voice sounded again.
You turned your head and saw what had to be the prettiest woman you've ever seen. Long brown hair with amethyst colored eyes. A black and pale-yellow dress with stockings to match. She waited for your response with a bashful expression.
“Huh? I'm sorry, who are…” the words dying on your tongue as the realization came.
No way.
No fricken way!
But your eyes were never wrong.
The woman in front of you was none other than Palm. They’re auras being an exact match. The only difference was that it was less intense than before.
You could feel your cheeks warm as she came closer. The heat rising to your ears at the small laugh she gave. This was really her? You were by no means vain, or at least you tried not to be. But you couldn't help getting flustered by the beautiful woman in front of you. Your facade momentarily slipping away.
“P-Palm?” You stuttered. Still unbelieving that she was the one in front of you. You could sense the discomfort steadily rise from her aura.
“Do I look strange to you?” She seemed to be second guessing herself.
It took you all but a second to gather your thoughts. Your radiant front returning.
“Strange? Not at all. If I'm being honest, you're absolutely breathtaking. My heart can't stop beating.”
But it truly did beat for someone else entirely.
“Oh no, please stop it. You're being far too loud! It's just so embarrassing!” Palm squealed, hiding behind her hands.
You gently coaxed them away from her face. Offering a smile that felt a little more genuine.
“Hey, don't hide away from me. I'm supposed to be your date, remember? And you're not the only one who's all dressed up.”
Your cooing tone making butterflies erupt in her stomach. For the first time that day, she took a real good look at you. You'd been dressed a little more formal than she was. Wearing a nice button up with a pair of black slacks. Her previous worry replaced by a feeling of fondness at your effort. Then you'd extended your arm forward, offering a small bouquet of roses.
“These are for you, by the way.” You said. And her heart melted right then and there.
“Ooh, you're being too sweet!”
The interaction being observed by both boys with scrutiny. It looked like you and Palm were going to get along just fine. And it was bittersweet for the small assassin, who didn't expect you to be so radiant after your fight.
A part of him expected to see you upset. You sure as hell sounded like it earlier. But another told him that this was probably for the best. He'd hurt you enough this morning. Said things he could never take back. And now it was time to let you go. Who was he to stand in your way after what he'd done?
But the boy in green had a different perspective.
He wanted to be happy for you. He wanted to feel relieved that you and Palm would hit it off. But it wasn't how things were supposed to be. You and Kite liked each other.
You and him were supposed to end up together, right?
It'd taken him and Killua a while to get used to the idea, but Kite was someone who'd earned both of their trusts. Who'd earned their respect. And the way he'd stepped up when you were at your lowest, it meant something.
It showed that he really did care about you, and that you were finally comfortable enough to let down your guard.
You two just fit together in a way that felt too special for words.
But the way you looked at Palm said otherwise. Your eyes so bright with a smile so big. You looked more at ease than you had with Kite.
Then again, you hadn't been acting like yourself today.
Gon wasn't selfish enough to believe just because you and Kite had liked each other, you couldn't find anybody else. That you couldn't move on.
But you and Palm didn't fit quite right together.
He and Killua didn't know her. They didn't trust her or know anything about her intentions. In fact, he'd almost been the one forced on this date. She'd also threatened the both of them several times. He didn't feel comfortable with you going out with somebody like that.
When Kite had put up with so much to keep them safe.
He didn't like the thought of leaving you by yourself with her, but you were always careful. And he needed to find out what was going on with you and Killua. So he let you go, reminding himself that this was just one date. This was a favor, and you wouldn't be going on another one with her.
“We'll leave you to it. Have fun Y/n!” He encouraged before tugging Killua away to talk. Palm leading you away in the other direction.
He was immediately met with resistance from the small assassin. Killua pulling back and trying to turn his head to see you. Watching almost frantically as your figure shrunk smaller and smaller out of sight.
“We can just let Palm drag them away! You know Y/n doesn't fight. We need to keep an eye on them just in case.” He argued. Trying to justify following you around.
Grasping at straws because if you were being serious this morning, it'd be the last time he ever saw you. The last time they ever got to see you happy.
‘You can't even fight anyways. You'd just continue to be a burden.’ The memory of what he said hitting him like a truck.
You weren't a burden. He wasn't doing this because you were. He just wanted to make sure your date went perfectly, so he could let you go with the knowledge that today had been your best.
“They're getting away. We have to-” but Gon stopped him before he could finish.
“Why were you crying earlier?”
The question catching him completely off guard. His eyes widening as he tried to come up with something to say.
“What? Crying? Maybe you were just seeing things.” It was a very flimsy excuse even Killua didn't buy.
“Killua, you can't lie to me. We've been best friends for over a year. I don't need you to tell me you're upset to know.” And in Gon's eyes was an unshakable resolve.
One that was saying, ‘it’ll be okay.’ That it was okay to trust him. But Killua was still too afraid to tell him everything. He wouldn't look at him with that same reassurance if he did.
“What happened while I was gone?” Gon asked.
Killua shook his head. His eyes brimming with a familiar wetness from this morning.
“I can't say…. You'll hate me.”
“I could never hate you. I promise.” Gon assured. Wrapping his arm around him in a side hug. Remembering what you said about promises and taking it with stride.
“You mean it? You won't leave if I tell you?” Because if you left today and Gon followed, he'd have nothing. All because he'd blamed you for everything.
“I swear.”
He took a deep breath before finally explaining everything.
“...Me and Y/n got into a fight this morning. And-and I told them I never wanted to see them again.” But he'd said a little more than that. Worse than that.
‘I hate you.’
“I didn't mean it. But just look at them. They look so happy. Like it's a relief to never see us again.” You were happier without them.
“I messed up….And I don't think I can fix it this time.” He admitted. Leaning into Gon and finally crying. Letting go of everything he'd kept bottled up today.
“What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say when this is the happiest I've ever seen them?”
“You say you're sorry.” Gon said, as if it was a matter of fact.
“What?”
“You apologize to Y/n. I won't argue that they seem happy, but something about it feels forced. Like they're pretending. So maybe they feel just as upset as you do. Maybe you’ve been too lost in your thoughts to not notice it. But nothing will get better unless you two talk about it. You know that right?”
No, he was wrong about that. Things would get better for Gon if he apologized. But for Killua, he'd already made his bed. When the month was over, he'd be gone. Bisky’s words reminding him that he was only burdening Gon by staying. And that was why he was in this mess now. Blaming you for that. He'd made it your fault.
“It won't fix anything.” He said at last. He couldn't take back anything he'd said. He couldn't possibly make you love him again with everything he said and accused you of.
But Gon's persistence would win in the end. And although he didn't know it yet, it would be something Killua was eternally grateful for.
“Just try. For me, try.” When it came to Gon, he'd do just about anything.
“Okay. I'll try.”
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How long had it been already? Maybe four hours. Were dates usually supposed to be this long? Were you supposed to be out the entire day? You didn't know, or rather you didn't care to ask.
If your date lasted a little longer, then that wouldn't be such a bad thing. However, you were more drained than usual. Using so much energy to look your absolute best. Expending yourself beyond the usual limit despite your tired mind’s protest.
But so far, nobody except you knew the depths of your physical strain. You were always good at hiding how you really felt. Being taught emotions were a weakness from your former clan. Pitty, fear, burnout, and the like. All of it wasn't needed, with the exception of your determination to persevere.
You were currently at a restaurant with Palm. Nodding along enthusiastically as she told a story about her and Knov -her mentor. You could see her aura swell with unwavering affection when she spoke about him. There was respect there, yes, but it was mostly love. Infatuation probably fit a little better.
And it had you thinking about why she was on a date with you when she seemed to love him so much. Then again, she talked about him like he was a light who shouldn't be dimmed by someone like her. Like he was too perfect to even approach.
Maybe it humanized her a little bit. Letting you see her as a person with feelings rather than an unstable psycho. Because, despite your differences, you could understand her sentiment. Her reasoning with Knov.
And why, you may ask?
Because it felt similar to yours with Kite. It wasn't quite the same, but it didn't have to be to relate to each other. You both felt the object of your affections couldn't possibly have feelings for people like you. It had led you to a realization though.
Fear of rejection didn't mean you shouldn't at least try.
You two should be here with completely different people. You shouldn't have to go on a date to feel wanted by somebody else. To seek validation from others. Although you'd been forced on this date, but that's besides the point.
You knew how you felt and she knew how she felt.
You two weren't right for each other. So you asked-
“If Knov gave you a chance, would you take it?”
You could feel her shock. Then her confusion. Then her embarrassment.
“I…I think I would. But he'd never, and anyways, I'm here with you. Let's just focus on each other for now, okay?”
You could tell she was trying to be nice. It let you know she at least cared on some level about your (non-existent) feelings. You didn't mind all that much. And it gave you an out of she tried to ask for a second date.
Oh right.
There'd be no second date anyways.
Which reminded you- the boys had been following you all day. You could never mistake their auras, no matter how faint they made them. They were seated three tables behind you. Holding up their menus every time you turned around so you wouldn't see them. Something that normally would have a real smile tugging on your lips.
But they didn't want you anymore.
They didn't need you anymore.
Why they couldn't just make this easier and leave you alone, you didn't know. Perhaps they wanted to make sure you actually went through with it. Or perhaps Gon wanted to make sure you were safe and Killua followed him. You still had no idea if he knew what happened or not. You had to remind yourself again that it was none of your business anymore.
So you continued on like nothing was happening. Giving Palm your full attention and then some. Anything to avoid the weight of your situation a little longer.
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A laugh. Then a compliment. And finally a smile. The way you were speaking with so much energy. It wasn't you. Gon was right, you felt off. Then again, all of it could've been genuine.
It looked like a weight was lifted from your shoulders from Killua's perspective. You were happy you were leaving. Unfazed from the argument.
And it hurt.
It hurt to see you were doing better than ever without them. The circles around your eyes ten times lighter. He'd never known you to be so talkative. So in your element around others.
Had they ruined your life by persuading you to stay? You were never like this with them. Had you always been this well off without the duo?
So full of life?
Would you even want an apology? Or would you say ‘Thank you, I can finally move on with my life!’ Treat the argument like a blessing in disguise?
He just might break if that was the case.
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You'd been everywhere. A caffe, a park, an ice cream parlor. Practically going sightseeing in this city. Currently, you and Palm were walking through an aquarium. It was probably the first activity that completely wiped off your wide grin. Replacing your indifference with awe.
You'd heard about these things from one of your older peers. The way they described it didn't do justice to what you were seeing now. You'd always wanted to go, but between looking over your shoulder and being completely broke, you never had the opportunity.
Your eyes trailed after a sea turtle. Watching it zoom by and upwards. A small school of minnows following suit. You don't know when it happened, but your eyes had focused solely on the pane of glass that separated you from the marine life.
You were used to seeing everybody's emotions. To sensing their intensity. From searing anger to the brightest joy. But you'd never seen anything like this. Pure content from every creature swimming by. A wave of calm undisturbed by fear or malice.
You focused on people because you had to. You needed to know their intentions for your safety. You never bothered with animals. You weren't scared of them and they weren't dangerous unlike your own kin. You just never saw the purpose in doing it.
But now you did. It was a treat for your eyes and a blessing to your overworked senses. You don't remember the last time you felt this peaceful. If you were to be killed right now, you wouldn't have any complaints or regrets. You'd die in this blissful state without worries.
You barely registered the feeling of Palm resting her head on your shoulder.
“It's beautiful, isn't it?” She whispered.
And all of a sudden, you weren't pretending anymore.
“Yeah. This is always what I imagined I'd get to see with my eyes. The best in what the world has to offer. The beauty of life as a whole…But it's not all like this.”
Maybe if it was, you'd have lived a better life. You would've had a family filled with love and support. Kari would still be here with you.
“What do you mean?” Palm asked.
Despite the bittersweet feeling in your chest, the wide smile on your face became more genuine. Softer.
“Humor me for a bit,” you responded before making goggles with your hands. Summoning your nen into them to create your spyglass.
“This is how I see the world.”
You placed your hands over her eyes and watched as the shock settled in. She took in every detail with wonder. The complete serenity radiating off of each creature.
“You really see like this?”
“Most of the time. Some days I get overwhelmed and shut off my nen.” You explained before pulling your hands back, realizing you were a lot closer than you initially thought.
A bright hue overtaking her face, to which you responded by clearing your throat.
“We've still got a bunch of exhibits to visit. C'mon, after this I have a surprise for you. We won't get a chance to see it if we're late.”
You offered her your hand once again. And to your surprise, she took it without hesitation.
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It was nearing the end of the day by the time you reached your destination. The sun barely beginning its descent as the two of you sat in a small clearing by the edge of a lake. To your shock, the boys were still following you. You figured they would have left you alone by now. So you decided, for the sake of your sanity, to completely dim your senses until you couldn't feel them anymore.
You'd be vulnerable, but you supposed it didn't matter now that your day was drawing to a close. Whatever happened now, you'd be okay with. Come what may, you had no regrets. Or did you.
“Is there a specific reason you brought me here, or did you want to watch the sunset together?” Palm asked, her tone slightly teasing.
You returned it with another wide smile. Trying your best not to show the strain that came with it.
“Well you see, I wanted to be a hunter once.” The words were almost painful on your tongue. Something you hadn't said out loud since you were seven.
“I knew an old man who was probably the closest I got to having a father. He was a real stinker though. A grouchy old codger. Buuuut he told me that fire flies were one of the most fascinating creatures on earth. Do you know why?”
She shook her head no.
Funny how you could ramble on now that your life has lost meaning.
“For starters, they're bioluminescent. And I don't know about you, but any creature that can produce it's own light is cool in my book. Second, is the reason why they glow. Do you know that one?”
Again she shook her head. And before you had time to be embarrassed about what you were going to say, you went for it.
“They glow to attract mates.”
The sun had set perfectly over the horizon as if right on cue. Not even a second later had little specks of light descended down. Circling around the tall oak tree that was centered on the lake before a few made their way over.
“I guess you could say love is in the air.” Ew, since when did you become all cheesy?
You stood up, offering her your hand and pulling Palm to her feet.
“Are you ready for your surprise?”
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“How much farther are they gonna go?” Killua complained.
The two of them had been following you all day and still your date wasn't over. From that small diner, to the aquarium, and now a forest. At this rate, he wouldn't get a chance to try and make things right until sundown. You and Palm couldn't possibly have that much to talk about. Nothing that should've kept you away the entire day.
“I don't know…But maybe it's time we stop following them around?” Gon suggested.
And once again Killua was grasping for straws.
“I…Not yet. The day's not over yet. Anything could happen. And don't you think it's strange Y/n hasn't sensed us yet?” It was probably his most valid point of the day.
It didn't make it any less true though. If you hadn't noticed them following you, then there was a lot more you wouldn't notice. Or worse, what if you'd shut off your nen? You'd be completely open to an attack.
“Maybe they did and just let us tag along? When have you ever known Y/n to let their guard down?” Gon countered.
He knew how much making up to you meant to Killua. He knew how badly he wanted to reconcile with you. But maybe it was best to wait for you to come back later, instead of chasing you around. You could take care of yourself perfectly fine, and deep down Killua knew that. Gon knew that he knew that. Which is why he couldn't let him keep making excuses to stay.
You two would get a chance to talk, of that he was sure.
“I don't know. But I just don't feel right leaving them.” The small assassin said at last.
“Look,” Gon directed towards the clearing you and Palm were in. The two of you sitting down and talking.
“They'll be okay.”
It was then that the weight of the situation hit him.
What was he doing? Following you around like a little kid. You deserved your privacy. He'd already ruined your piece of mind.
'Stay away from both of us. You'd only continue to be a burden.'
It was funny in a way. He'd called you a burden, yet here he was like some sorta stalker, waiting for the opportunity to approach you. Bringing Gon along because he just couldn't leave you alone. Unable to tell him the truth about what happened. Why saying sorry wouldn't fix everything.
So focused on staying in both of your lives that he somehow managed to push the both of you out.
He let out a sigh before speaking.
“You're right. Let's leave them be. I'll get a chance to talk to them later.” He gave a tired smile that mimicked yours.
It was then Gon pulled him into a real hug. Giving his back a small pat.
“It'll be okay. For now, let's go home.”
Home.
Except it wouldn't feel like one without you there.
The two of them started their trek back. Much slower and a little more tired than when they'd been following you. The sun just barely setting before Killua sensed it.
The unmistakable sensation of bloodlust. Which meant… A chimera ant was near. Maybe it had already passed through? Then again, the feeling was only growing stronger.
Damn.
Should they warn you?
No.
Palm would go berserk if they interrupted her date.
Damnit.
“Killua? Is something wrong?” Gon asked.
That's right. Gon wasn't able to sense the ant whatsoever. He wouldn't be able to fight either. Not without risking his life, and Killua promised himself that he would protect Gon no matter what.
“There's a Chimera Ant nearby. Damnit, and I can't let you wander off without knowing where it is.”
“I can defend myself. All the ants that came before weren't a problem. This one shouldn't be either.” Gon protested.
But Killua just couldn't risk it. So much had already gone wrong.
“Just let me protect you.” His fist clenching self-consciously.
“Let me do one thing right today.”
And for the first time in awhile, there was a strong resolve in his eyes. Burning with determination.
“Okay, but I won't run away. No matter what, we stick together.” Gon relented.
Killua gave a nod. Just in time for a figure to emerge from the underbrush. One they'd seen before, to their surprise.
It was the rabbit ant. The very same whose arm you'd broken back at the NGL. The one you'd shattered to protect Gon. And was that- Damn! A murky aura surrounded it. One that was practiced.
It had managed to learn nen.
“I thought I smelled humans,” It sneered.
The duo quickly took a stance, preparing for the ant to lunge. Instead, it only continued to taunt them.
“I remember you. That's right. You're those brats from before. It looks like your luck’s run out. Especially without that other human here to save you.”
Seems it also remembered you. Not good.
“You two are about to get a taste of hell you're never gonna forget.” It continued with a smirk. Pointing at the two of them.
“Of course, it won't last forever you know?”
Killua could feel Gon tensing from besides him. If he lost his cool now, they'd be in serious trouble. There was no telling what that thing’s ability was. They both had to be careful. Size the enemy up before making any rash decisions.
‘Run. If you don't know what the enemy is capable of, keep your distance.’
“Where is that other friend of yours?” Rammot looked around before staring them down with a malicious grin.
“Once you tell me their location, I promise I'll make it quick. It can't be that far. They are your protector, aren't they?”
Gon took a step forward, and Killua had to fight himself not to take one backwards.
“I'll just walk around making lots of noise and swinging your severed heads. And it won't be long before they come to find me. That's how humans are. Am I right?”
Wrong. You wouldn't come for them. Not anymore.
But those words were Gon's breaking point.
“You won't lay a finger on them.”
Killua had never seen him this aggressive. He was sure without a doubt Gon would have given his life right then and there to keep you safe. After what happened with Kite, it made sense he'd be more protective of you. More pressured to make sure the same never happened with you.
But this was not the way to do it. And whereas Killua was flawed with overanalyzing combat, Gon was flawed with being too impulsive. Letting his emotions get the better of him. So the small assassin quickly extended his arm in front before he could make a move.
“Don't. Trust me on this, you don't stand a chance right now. Not without your nen.” He warned.
And before Gon could respond, the ant made a dash forward.
“Let's just test that theory, shall we!”
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You stood hand in hand with Palm. Guiding her to the edge of the lake. One foot on the surface of the water without disturbing it. And much to her shock, you didn't sink into the water. Then you took another step back, urging her forward.
“What are you-” She started.
“Trust me. I won't let you fall.” You assured.
Walking on water. Quite the trick if you do say so yourself. You'd used your nen to form a small circle under you. Almost like a little shield to keep you afloat. And as long as Palm stayed in that same radius, she'd be fine.
She gave you a hesitant look, inching towards you but not ready to take the full leap. You offered up another reassuring smile. Lightly brushing your thumbs over the back of her hands. A gesture that had her blushing.
“You promise you won't drop me?” She asked.
“Only a fool would drop a girl like you.” You responded with a teasing grin.
With that, she took her first step onto the lake. Staring back up in awe at you. Grabbing your forearm as you lead her deeper into the center. A flurry of fireflies surrounding you both.
You took that as a cue to use the rest of your nen. Conjuring up little instruments back on the shore. Two marionettes, one a jester and one a ballerina, began to play. A somber jazz melody filled the air causing Palm to look around.
“I thought some slow dancing would be a nice way to end the day.” You redirected. Guiding her arms to your shoulders as you placed yours on her waist. Swaying her softly to the music while she continued to look up at you flustered.
“This is…I've never experienced something so special before.” Palm said at last.
You could feel affection swell in her aura, and you really didn't know how to take it. You were flattered but…Nevermind. You just had to finish the day. Get through this part and make it memorable. And then, you'd get the quiet you desperately craved.
The music had swelled to a part you remembered. It had been an oldie. But regardless, it remained something from the better part of your childhood. One of Kari’s favorites too.
“Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you.
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me.”
So you treated it like one of your favorites too. Leading while you danced. Every turn, every spin, every dip was precise in a way that felt effortless. The sun vanishing beyond the horizon and soon replaced by stars. The fireflies illuminated the lake, creating something that mimicked a fairytale.
Beautiful and serene.
You wished you could've done more today. Enjoyed yourself more. God knows these would be the last memories you'd be creating. But you just weren't that person anymore. You'd changed. You would have liked to say for the better, but you were a fuck up everytime. Amounting to nothing no matter the outcome. You shouldn't have wasted the energy trying to keep up, but it's not like you needed it anymore.
You and Palm made your way back to the shore. All of your nen returning to you in a rush. Though you couldn't say you felt any better with it.
Your day was over.
“Thank you for everything,” Palm started.
And so too was the pathetic life you lived.
“I really enjoyed myself.” She looked up at you with rosy cheeks.
“Me too.” You expected it to end there. Preparing to leave when what she did next caught you off guard.
Palm had leaned forward with her lips slightly puckered. Your reaction was slow, but just before she reached you, you'd leaned back. Placing your hands on her shoulders to keep her at a distance. Your face scorching hot as your mind raced a thousand miles a second.
She wanted to kiss you. And maybe you should have let her. It would have made the night all the more magical, right? But this wasn't just any kiss. It would have been your first. And you wanted your first kiss to be with….
An image of a certain silver haired hunter flashed in your mind.
Your heart already belonged to someone else. Someone you weren't even sure was okay. Who you still had no idea about what happened to him. But you didn't mind. You'd wait forever if it meant there was a chance to see him again. Or you would have if your circumstances were different.
All you could do now was hope he'd turn out okay. Continue living his life to the fullest.
“I'm sorry. I'd really like to return your feelings, but I just can't. I…” I'm in love with a man who's probably dead. It didn't feel right to bring that up. Because saying it, meant you had to admit it to yourself. And you were the furthest thing ready from that.
“What? Why not?” You could feel her bloodlust start to spike. The feeling mixing with red hot anger.
So you brought up the only thing that could possibly get you off the hook.
“We're not right for each other, and you know that. You love someone else…and so do I. And that's okay. We had fun. We got to enjoy each other's company today. And that's okay, too. But just because today was great, that doesn't mean we're meant to be together.” Your words were cooing. Like you were explaining something to the boys.
Palm only stared at you in dead silence. Her anger retreating back.
“You told me about Knov earlier. It's clear he holds a very special place in your heart. Believe it or not, you hold one in his too. You're his only pupil. He practically lets you follow him around everywhere. And if he's willing to put up with you at your worst, that says something. Believe me, I would know a thing or two about that.”
Because Kite had done the same. From your temper to your breakdown, he'd stayed. Maybe he liked you back after all.
“Don't force yourself to be satisfied with somebody else, when you could be happy with him.”
You could feel her bloodlust simmer down until it fizzled out completely.
“...Do you really think…he likes me?” Her voice was shy, but it still had an edge to it. If you said something wrong, she'd snap.
And then it'd be back to square one.
“Yeah. Watch. He's gonna be happy to see you're okay. Now…Do you want me to walk you to your place?”
For the last time that night, you extended your hand. And for the last time, she took it. Her grip more assured and less timid.
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It was like Killua was stuck in time. Seeing the Chimera Ant get closer and closer with its fist raised. Its sights set on him. He willed his body to move. To dodge. Anything. But he stood paralyzed, preparing for the pain of a fist making contact with his stomach.
But it never came.
Gon had shoved him out of the way with a cry. Both of them toppling over each other and skidding a few feet.
‘Run.’
Killua froze once again at the sound of his brother's voice. He could see that Gon was talking, but he couldn't hear him. He couldn't hear the concern. ‘Killua, are you okay? You have to get up. He's coming back! Move!’
He felt his body get shoved once more, except this time, Gon hadn't moved with him. Rammot lifting up his hand and slapping him without any restraint. Its bloodlust aiding in keeping him down. Gon was unable to defend against it with his own aura.
He was completely defenseless.
And yet…He was still giving it his all.
Killua could only watch in horror as he was tossed to the side. The boy in green trying his best to get up before Rammot kicked his stomach, once again sending him flying before his back made harsh contact with a tree.
“GON!”
The ant turned around with a sadistic grin. Almost giddy at the small assassin's destress. Blue eyes wide with an oh so delicious fear.
“Perfect! That's more like it! That terrified expression! I love that one! Now I really feel like killing you! Haha!” It laughed out before lunging once again.
‘Run’
No he couldn't just leave Gon. He had to stay. He had to keep him safe. He had to keep both of you s-
Rammot plunged its fist into his ribcage. The force sending him back. If he hadn't been guarding with nen, his ribs would've been completely shattered. But he still couldn't find it in himself to get up. His entire being shaking with uncertainty.
‘Avoid battles you can't be sure you'll win.’
But he had to win. He had to.
“I'm going to crush you two into a bloody pulp.” Rammot threatened. His feet blurring at the corner of Killua's vision. One lifting up and preparing to smash his skull in.
Yet his fight with Gon wasn't over. The boy in green forcing himself up and giving the hardest kick he could to the back of Rammot's head. Following it up with a barrage of punches.
But thanks to the ant’s body armor and newly found nen, it hardly felt the impact. Instead turning around with a wide grin.
“Back for more?” It taunted, wasting no time punching Gon in the stomach once again. Watching as he coughed up blood before inevitably collapsing. Unable to fight through the pain any longer.
The ant picked up his head from the ground. Staring joyfully into Gon's disgusted expression.
“What was it you said? I won’t be laying a finger on that human? How about I break all your limbs and make you watch as I devour their flesh. I’ll even save the head for last so you can say your goodbyes before I kill you next. Or better yet, give them to Pitou to add to their collection like that other human.”
Through his blurry gaze, through the immense pain, through every ache in his body, Gon willed himself to speak.
“How dare you. Touch them… and I’ll make you suffer.”
A threat you’d used many times. But somehow it felt heavier coming from him. A promise with the intent to follow through. Here Gon was, giving his all to protect you in every sense of the way. Here he was defending Killua even though he was vulnerable.
A sun with light so bright, its warmth could reach anyone.
A sun, being dimmed by someone like him.
A moon who only thrived off of the light from the sun.
“Stop! You can do whatever you want to me, just let him go!” Killua pleaded.
He wished you were here to protect them. But it was his fault you were gone in the first place.
Rammot let go of Gon's head. His body hitting the ground with a ‘thud.’ The ant turned to face him with a tilt of its head.
“Is that so? In that case, you'll be the first to die!”
Damnit.
God damnit.
‘When your enemy is unknown…' Illumi’s voice came again.
‘Run away.’
Hit after hit, he couldn't move. Getting kicked around the grass like a toy. Rolling to a stop before getting kicked once more. It hurt, but he had to endure it. He couldn't just leave Gon. He couldn't run away like a coward.
‘Run.’
But every time he disregarded his brother’s warning, a searing pain coursed through his head. A stinging, throbbing pain. As if being stabbed directly in his brain. It was torturous. It felt neverending and he just couldn't escape from the agony.
But then he heard it.
Your voice. Your morals. Your encouragement. Your warmth.
‘You don't leave your friends to die if you can save them.’
The stinging sensation seemed to dull.
‘As long as you two are okay…Don't mind dying.’
It gave him clarity.
You almost died to keep them safe. It was only right they returned the favor. Gon had already done what he could, so now it was Killua's turn to do what he couldn't.
The realization coming just as Rammot slammed its foot directly on Killua's spine. Again and again with a laugh.
“Now move! You can't, can you? Ha! Since you're frozen with fear!”
It gave a few more stomps before kicking him away again.
“Damn. This feels incredible. Should I kill him or the other one first? Maybe savor both. I can't decide!” The ant rambled to itself.
“Damnit! I can't get enough!”
Killua got up on shaky elbows. Pushing himself up. He'd already made up his mind.
‘Run. Hurry.’
No. Not this time.
He could feel himself crying. Seems it was all he was capable of doing today. Blubbering like a baby because nothing had gone his way. He'd been such a screw up.
‘Gon…
Y/n…
I will protect you…because…’
“Because we're friends.” He was nearing hysterics. Standing up as he clutched his head in pain. A broken sob leaving him before he shouted everything out.
“Do you hear me, Gon? You're my best friend! And Y/n? You're my big sibling! And I'm sorry for all the awful things I said this morning!”
It hurt.
It hurt so bad.
His head. His heart. Everything. But Rammot only watched his breakdown stunned. Killua's destroyed expression sparking something cruel inside it.
“Stop that right now. Don't look at me like that. I can't hold it anymore. I'm gonna…Do it. I've gotta…”
The two enemies unable to hear the other through their own thoughts.
‘Run.’
Killua was fighting with his brother's voice. Through every wave of pain, he persisted.
‘Run.’
‘You can't tell me what-!’
‘Run, run, run.’
‘SHUT UP!’
“I don't ever want to lose them!” All he could see was the two most important people in his life. What he would be losing if he gave in.
‘Run.’
“They're my…”
‘Run.’
‘Goblins! The both of you!’
‘Looks like we really made them mad this time, Killua.’
‘Run.’
‘I thought you said you weren't our parent?'
'I'm not. It's called being a responsible adult. Now go and do one of those first things while I set up the bed. I know for a fact there's a 99% chance you'll throw down with the fitted sheet if you do it.'
'Come on, let's do what they ask before they decide to throw another pillow at you. And I don't think they'll miss this time.'
“They're my…”
His nails were scratching at his forehead. Completely unaware of Rammot's incoming attack.
“THEY’RE MY FAMILY!!! THE ONES I'M SUPPOSED TO PROTECT!!!”
He plunged his fingers into his skull and tugged. Itching at the part of his brain that hurt the most. As he pulled something out, he could have sworn he heard your voice.
“Atta boy.”
In a speed that rivaled yours, he dodged Rammot’s attack last second. Appearing behind him with a needle in his hand. The Chimera Ant baffled by his disappearance.
Killua couldn't help but lose what little love he had for his big brother in that moment. Laughing at the absurdity of what he'd done because you…You were nothing like Illumi. And he was a brat for making that comparison before. For even thinking it.
“He got me. Damn Illumi.” But despite the betrayal, he couldn't help but smile. If this was what was controlling him, what was stopping him from reaching his true potential…then now he was free. Free to fight besides his best friend, and free to stop letting his fear of being a burden get the best of him.
He turned around to face the ant. Explaining what happened even though he knew the ant could care less.
“Why the hell didn't I catch this before? He planted this deep inside my brain.”
“Huh? What're you saying? Are you nuts?” Now the ant was the one stood still. Unable to process that now, it was completely outclassed.
“How were you able to dodge that?”
But Killua ignored the question. Continuing to ramble on before releasing his ren. One that was cruel and dark. Not malicious, yet just as cutthroat.
“Now go and tell the other ants…If they even come near us, they're all gonna end up dead.” He warned.
Rammot seethed with anger at his words. A weak nothing was threatening him? How dare this human mock him. How dare it even think of doing so.
“WHY YOU!” The ant gave one last lunge forward.
“That so? Fine.” Killua was at his limit already. Drained in every sense of the word. So without much hesitation, he decapitated the ant in one go. Glaring at the thing that caused him so much trouble.
He didn't have any more sympathy to give. He was done with today. Crushing the ant's skull in his hand like nothing.
“Who cares?”
All he wanted to do was go back home and see you. Apologize for blaming you for everything. Take back what he said about you leaving.
Then….
The three of you could go back to normal.
You'd be the big sibling, and they'd be the little brothers.
He wasted no time making his way towards Gon. He was out cold. Killua turned him over, checking for any major injuries. When he found none, he tossed him over his shoulder and started making his way back. Gon was hurt, but it wasn't something he hadn't dealt with before. He'd be fine.
Both of them would be okay.
But not without talking to you first. He reached the spot where you and Palm had been sitting. You weren't there. He hoped with everything in him that you were back at the small home. That you hadn't left yet.
So he set his sights there.
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Somewhere along the way, Gon had woken up. His grip tightening slightly on Killua before he spoke.
“Killua? Did we-”
“I took care of it. We won't have to worry about seeing that guy again.” He responded. Already knowing what was on Gon's mind.
“And Y/n?”
“They weren't at the lake when I checked. But it's fine. I'll see them at home. You just rest. You're body needs it after what you just put it through.” It was meant to lighten the mood, but he didn't mean it any less.
Gon had pushed his body too far. If he were anybody else, Killua would have been pissed. But he was just relieved he hadn't sustained any major injuries. That he didn't have to leave him after all.
“...Okay…You're my best friend too, you know…” Sleep evident in Gon’s tone.
The words stopping Killua in his tracks. His expression shocked because - Gon had heard everything. He knew how important he was to Killua.
“What!?!?” But Gon was already snoring softly in his ears.
“Hey! You can't just pass out on me after saying stuff like that!”
He got no further response for the boy in green. So, with his cheeks red and a few grumbles, he continued on his way. How absolutely embarrassing. Yet it felt elating at the same time to know he was also important to Gon.
All that was missing was you.
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The lights were off. Which meant…You hadn't come back yet. Or maybe you'd already left. A feeling of dread washed over him. Was he too late? He'd never be able to forgive himself if he was.
The door was still locked too. And as he walked inside, it felt empty. He placed Gon down on the couch before making his way over to your room. He gave a few knocks, but there was no response. In a last ditch effort he opened the door.
Your room was neater than how Palm left it. Your bed was also made eerily to perfection. No sign of you recently coming in. You weren't here. And it was already midnight. He was about to leave when something caught his eye.
Kite's hat was still on your nightstand.
You wouldn't have left it behind. It was too important to you. Then again, you were leaving them behind…But Kite was different. He'd always been different to you. Try as Killua might, he couldn't help but feel a spark of hope that you weren't gone yet. There was still a chance.
He exited your room just in time for the lights to come on. Standing still anxiously as you finished locking the door, unawares to his presence. All your energy from before seemed to be gone. You finally looked like yourself. But it all went away the second he called out to you.
“Y/n.”
You visibly tensed. A brief flash of shock before your expression went completely blank. You weren't expecting to see the boys. You thought they'd be asleep by now, or at the very least out of the house. You weren't ready for another confirmation. More screaming and arguing. You should've been gone already. It was clear your presence did more harm than good.
‘I hate you.’
‘You're a burden.’
‘If you cared you wouldn’t have abandoned us!’
“I just came to get a few things. If you'll excuse me…” You did your best to keep your tone steady. Not to let anything show. But still his words rung heavy in your head.
You wouldn't be dragging this out with a goodbye. You were only inconveniencing them the longer you stayed. Yet as you tried to push past Killua, he panicked.
“No!” he blurted out. Taking a few steps forward before he realized what he was doing. How this was already not going as planned.
“I uh…Can we please talk?” His tone was much softer than you were used to.
It had you eyeing him suspiciously. And now that you were actually seeing him, he was injured. Bruising accompanied by swelling. A queazy feeling settling in your stomach as you spotted red in the center of his forehead. The last thing you wanted was to appear weak at a time like this. So you turned your head away from him. An action that felt undeniably cruel.
But this is what he wanted, right? For you to stay out of his life. It was only common sense you should act like you already were.
“I have nothing to say to you.”
If you'd been looking, you would have seen the exact moment his heart broke. You didn't sound angry. You didn't say it to be petty. From his perspective, it felt like you really were done with him. You'd already moved on.
And he just couldn't accept that.
“What!?! Y/n please.”
Killua had never felt this pitiful in his entire life. So small. He never expected to be treated like a complete stranger from you. You were his big sibling. But it seemed like all the warmth from you had gone and faded away.
Why was he staring at you like that? Like your indifference was hurting him. Why was his aura flooded with regret and sorrow? Was he second guessing himself after all? Or was this a test? A trick? A way to lure you back in, only to spit in your face once again.
Tell you something sweet to then accuse you of not being enough again.
That was it right?
He'd blame you for his injuries next.
No.
They were the ones who followed you.
It wasn't your fault.
So why were you blaming yourself? If you'd been there, would the results have been different?
‘You should know I'm very proud of you. Not many would stick up for those they cared about when facing punishment. You have a loyalty that runs deep.’
But as quickly as the warmth came, it was taken. The hand cupping your cheek moved back and slapped you. Your head turning from the force.
The left side of your face was numb. A dark handprint already forming on your skin.’
No. No it wouldn't have. There were just some people who you'd never be able to make happy. No matter what you did. And unfortunately, it was always the people you cared the most about. Your body once again shutting down at the thought.
“... I'm going to be late if I don't leave now. Can't you just write it in a note or something?” You didn't mean for it to be that harsh, but it was the only way to get your message across.
You were done.
And the longer you were pestered about it, the sooner you'd snap.
What was this? Why were you acting like this? Cruel. Detached. You'd wanted to fix things earlier, right? So what happened? What the hell happened? How far had he gone for you to treat him like this?
He didn't mean it. Any of it. And he needed you to know that. He took a few more steps forward, tears once again brimming his eyes. How many times had he cried today?
How many times had been because of you?
“Y/n, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything.” He'd said it. Gon said all he had to do was apologize. And if that still wasn't enough, then he'd do whatever it took for you to forgive him.
But your response was the last thing he was expecting.
“... Okay…”
One word.
One single word that was meant to brush him off.
And he couldn't help but become desperate for something more. A response that wasn't empty. That wasn't cold.
“Okay? Okay!?! What's wrong with you!?!? Don't you care!?! All you have to say to me is ‘okay’!?!”
And the damm had finally broke.
“Tell me you hate me! That you never want to see me again!!! Just say something more than okay!”
You'd opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to figure out something to say. You didn't want to argue anymore. You were tired of it. Tired of today completely.
“You're gonna wake him up if you keep screaming.” You gestured towards Gon.
An action so baffling, it made his jaw drop. This was it. You were officially done. But he wasn't ready to let you go. He couldn't stand knowing they mattered so little to you. He couldn't stand you not knowing how much you meant to the both of them.
“Like I said. I need to grab a few-” But before you could get the words out, Killua had rushed over. Wrapping his arms tightly around your middle sobbing.
“I'm sorry, don't leave! Please!”
Hug him back, please. He needed you to hug him back. To say things would be okay. He needed you to stay.
You placed your hand on his head. And for a second, he thought the situation would end there. That you wouldn't leave after all. It had him believing everything would be okay. That you'd ruffle his hair and make him promise not to say anything like that again. But instead, that brief moment of contact was used to push him away from you.
Making him stumble back in shock.
As if you were swatting away a pest. Like he was inconveniencing you by holding on. And that was what broke him completely.
You were done with them.
You didn't have to say it for him to know…You hated him.
He could take a lot of things. He'd endured the worst kinds of torture for years from his family. He'd been forced to see carnage at such a young age. He'd always been treated like some kind of trophy instead of a person. And he never once complained. He never once argued with what was forced upon him.
But this...This he couldn't take.
You pushing him aside to enter your room. Like you were dead set on being out of his life. So once again, he wasted no time clinging onto you. Feet almost dragging on the floor as you tried to move forward. Burying his face against your side.
“I don't care if you hate me! If you don't want me anymore! Don't leave! Don't just leave us here by ourselves!”
You'd placed your hand on his head once more. You were gonna push him away again. And the fear pushed him to speak from the depths of his soul. A plea for you to stop.
“I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear!?!? I didn't mean it when I said I wanted you gone! Don't-Don’t give up because I was being stupid!”
Your movements stopped. Listening to Killua's cries in silence. Taking in everything. This was also a song and dance you'd done before. Love that was given, then taken for no other reason than because you'd messed up.
Love you?
It was enough to break you too. An ugly feeling clutching at your heart. One that was tired of the constant push and pull between love and hate. Killua unable to know he'd resurfaced a trauma so deep and scarred from your childhood.
‘You are very important, little one. So very gifted, and you never fail to make me proud.’
‘Taking the fall again? You know better than to lie to me.’ A slap to your face. Then another one.
‘My pride and joy. You're a one of a kind prodigy.’
‘Disgraceful what you've done. Forsaking the name given to you just to act foolish? Tainting the clan that graciously welcomed you with open arms. Your punishment is total isolation for a week. Now get out of my sight.’
“Stop talking. I know what you're doing. I'm not an idiot.” Your tone accusing. And before Killua could explain anything, you'd shoved him off of you once more. Now glaring with a look that could only be described as hate.
“What? Did something else go wrong that you want me to fix? Well I'm done being the fixer. I'm done with your problems always being my fault. You only want me here to have someone to blame, right?”
You pointed directly at him. Shaking your head before you clasped it tightly in your hands. A cruel grin on your face while he saw you cry for the very first time.
“I didn't do anything wrong! I'm not perfect, but I'm not the cause of all your problems!” You hadn't been here today. It couldn't have possibly been your fault this time.
But maybe somehow it had.
“I didn't make things worse intentionally!”
It was then that Killua realized what was happening. He thought he had it bad but…you had it worse. His heart ached for you while you continued to break right in front of him.
“I told you-I told you I can't always get things right! But of course I'm older! It's always my fault! I'm the strongest! So everything falls on me when someone gets hurt!” You let out a laugh. One that sounded defeated.
Your eyes met his and you gestured to yourself frantically.
“Haven't I done enough for you!?!?” Your voice seeming to bounce off the walls. The space falling into silence.
They'd put too much on your shoulders. Or maybe the weight had already been there. Carried over from what you'd experienced previously. Now it was Killua's turn to try and comfort you. His turn to lift your burdens. But he didn't get the chance to.
“Why-Why am I never good enough?” It was a whisper at this point.
You weren't good enough for Reik.
You weren't good enough for Kari.
You weren't good enough for Kite.
You weren't good enough for Gon and Killua.
You will never be good enough.
“You are enough.” Killua's voice snapping you from your spiral. The very same words you didn't get a chance to say this morning.
But somehow you just couldn't believe them yet. Then you'd heard it. Her.
'I love you, you're here with me. You're safe with me. Let me protect you for now. Just until you get your strength back.'
He was trying, wasn't he?
“Then why? Why don't I feel like it?”
The small assassin was at a loss of words. Who did this to you? Who had ruined you so completely that you couldn't put yourself back together. He took a step towards you, but you'd put your hand up to stop him.
“You know what? I don't care anymore. Say whatever you want, I'm done.” You wiped your eyes and instead of going towards your room, you started towards the front door.
Killua had to try one more time. Now that he knew what you really thought of yourself. So he grabbed your wrist this time. Funny how now the roles were reversed this time.
“Don't leave.”
You tried to pull your arm away.
“We can't do this without you. We've only gotten this far because of you. You're- You're-”
It was hard to put into words just how much you'd changed their lives. How important you were. But he needed to. Especially now that you had stopped trying to pull yourself away.
“All my family has ever done is use me. They have this image in their head of what I'm supposed to be. What I'm supposed to become. But you've never done that. When I'm with you and Gon, it's like I can finally be someone I'm proud of. I've never had someone care about me like you. But maybe I've taken advantage of that. Maybe I've been doing to you what my family has been doing to me. Expecting you to fit this image of what I think is a perfect big sibling.
But you're not perfect. And neither am I. And that's okay. I don't want you to be perfect because then you're not you. You're not the one who calls us goblins or chases us around when you're upset. You're a stranger. I know I shouldn't have said what I did this morning, and I regretted it ever since. I do want you in my life. Both of us want you to stay. Please…”
You'd collapsed on your knees crying. And he wasted no time kneeling besides you. Pulling you into a hug.
“I really can't keep doing this. It's unfair when I leave, and I know that. But do it because I don't want you to get hurt. I'm not safe. I can't risk anything happening to you. I'd never be able to forgive myself if it happened again.” Losing another kid, it would kill you.
“But when you tell me you need me, then say you want nothing to do with me…it's cruel. It's-its-!” It's just like Father.
“You don't know, you can't possibly have known, but I've always been measured by my worth. What I'm capable of doing just for a moment of normalcy. Of being wanted. It's not your fault.. but I can't keep doing this.”
You can't keep losing your purpose in life.
Being praised for completing missions. Then being hit for failing. Being told you were burdening your clan for making a mistake. Being isolated in the dark for messing up. Only for him to pretend like it never happened.
The constant push and pull of love and hate. Of being praised and belittled.
You couldn't do it again.
But kids tended to be unsure about their own feelings. You couldn't put it on them for saying things when they were upset. But goddamit, what about when you were upset. Who was there to be understanding for you when things went wrong?
Nobody.
You were just supposed to take it.
Endure it.
Killua hugged you a little tighter.
“I didn't mean it.” He reaffirmed.
Your tears finally slowing down.
“We're your little brothers. And we love you. I love you. But I'd just like to know why you keep leaving. And if you're not ready to talk about that yet, it's fine. We'll both always be here if you need us. You don't have to bottle things up anymore.”
The same thing Kite had said to you when you lost control.
And he'd meant it just as much.
Not a single trace of deceit in his aura.
So you allowed yourself to believe it one last time. Knowing you wouldn't be able to take it if it wasn't true again.
You at last returned the hug. Engulfing the small assassin in your arms.
“You can't ever say those things again to me, okay?” Your voice was smaller than it had ever been. Almost scared with the slight waiver to it.
“I promise. I'm not gonna make you deal with everything anymore. If something's wrong, we'll deal with it together.” And finally he heard it for real this time.
“Atta boy.”
It was almost enough to make him cry again. That was until the couch started rustling. A flash of green peaking over at the scene.
“So are you two good now?” Gon asked.
The both of you looking over in shock.
“Hey! You heard everything again!?!? How many times are you gonna pretend to be asleep!?! You know it's very rude to eavesdrop!!!!” Killua scolded. His face a bright red.
And before he could roughhouse with the other one, you let out a laugh. A real laugh. Your laugh. And you'd finally given your real smile.
“Get over here,” you encouraged.
Gon bolting from the couch and stumbling over into one side of your open arms. You gave both boys a squeeze.
“I love you both, my little sun and moon.”
Maybe….
Maybe you were just about ready to tell them everything.
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Not so Fun Fact #15: Y/n is very squeamish with touch. Especially around their face, due to what they experienced as a child.
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An: Let me know which line hit you in the feels the most. For future references 👀👀👀. And by reference I mean to make Gon's fight absolutely devastating. Or just the final stretch of the Chimera Ant Arc entirely.
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I’m feeling down, so here’s a quick hxh insert with a 13 year old girl in mind. Strictly platonic.
“Thank you for having us!” You politely bow in front of Gon’s aunt Mito and great grandmother Abe. The older lady chuckles. “Thank you for visiting! I’m sorry about the mess, I wasn’t expecting guests today.” Mito chirped. “Goodness Gon! You should have told me you were heading home! I wasn’t able to prepare anything!” She chided. You looked at your friends warmly and took a sip of your offered beverage. “It’s not that big of a deal. It’s fine.” Gon says going to take a seat. “What do you mean? Your friends came all the way here to visit!” Mito countered. “No, it’s okay.” Killua says, you nod. “It is quite alright ms!” You giggle. “Really, you should have said something so I could prepare!” You smile and close your eyes, the two boys exchanged an awkward smile. “Are you listening to me?!” Mito startles Gon and you lost it laughing, Killua shortly joining in. “Why don’t you wash up while I make you all something? Please leave your dirty clothes, I’m doing laundry later!” Mito says, getting ingredients “Thanks ms!” You exclaim. “Okay! Later?” Gon asks, “Now!” Mito huffs. The boys scramble about. “Excuse me Ms Mito?” You inquire. “Yes?” She turns to face you. “All my clothes are dirty so I’m going to pick up an outfit from the shop while I wait for my turn.” You say, sheepishly trailing off. “Alright! The boutique is on north sunbear creek, please be safe!” Mito responded. “Alright! I’ll be back-“ “Wait! Wait, wait!” Mito exclaims. She goes to a caddy near the door and pulls out a paper, scribbling down something on the back. “Here! I wrote the home phone number on the back just incase.” You look down at the map of the land and nod. “Thank you! Now I won’t get lost!” You grin “I’ll be right back!” You close the front door, looking on the map for the street name. “There it is! I wonder what kind of clothing they have here.”
You open the door to the shop. “hello?” A young woman comes from behind the counter, she seems about Kurapika’s age. “Hi, I’m Val. Can I help you?” She introduces herself. “Please do! I need a simple airy outfit, do you have any recommendations?” Val nods and guides you to a rack on the wall. “This shirt waist dress has matching stockings and a hair tie! It would probably fit your height.” You looked at the paw-polka dot stockings and pastel plaid dress and cute bear charm in the hair elastic, inspecting to see if it would last your adventures. “The seams are really neat on this! And the remaining thread on the socks seems to have been woven in perfectly. The work on this is amazing, and the material seems good quality.” You think out loud. “How much for it?” 17,300 Jenny she responds. “Really? I’ll take it!” You skip out of the shop, new outfit in its bag. You can’t wait to show your friends!
End bc I’m lazy need to post smth and might continue later. I’m writing mainly platonic stuff since I want to have a safe space for minors and aro/ace ppl to get content from.
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The Importance Of Secret Keeping | Daryl Dixon x Fem! Reader
Summary: When Rick brought in the former Woodbury residents, Daryl tried to stay away from them. However, a little girl had made him her unofficial best friend, and she revealed some pretty interesting things to him about you.
Genre: Fluff.
Era: Prison, pre season 4.
Warnings: Swearing.
Word count: 1.3k.
A/n: This isn't the best because I couldn't really focus while writing this, but I wanted to get this done. I hope you like this nonetheless!
“Daryl, are you a tree?” Hazel asked innocently, skipping alongside the archer who had just returned from his run.
Daryl raised his eyebrows in surprise at the six year old's question. He sent a nod in Rick's direction, before extending his hand to the little girl to help her bound up the stairs that lead to the cell blocks.
“No, I ain't a tree,” Daryl replied to Hazel's question, pushing open the door that lead into the cell blocks.
“I didn't think so,” Hazel responded instantly, using her hand that held Daryl's to swing their arms in a childlike manner.
Daryl's lips twitched up into a small smile at the girl's antics, allowing her to swing his arm as they walked. “Then why'd ya ask, kiddo?”
“Because Mama said you have arms like tree trunks,” Hazel replied, before giggling and shaking her head. “Silly Mama. She thinks you're a tree. You should tell her you're not.”
Daryl's eyes widened in shock at Hazel's confession. He stopped in his tracks and withdrew his hand from the small girl's grip, making her turn around and look at Daryl in confusion.
“Daryl?”
“Yer mama really said tha'?” the archer questioned in surprise.
“Yeah! Mama says a lot of things about you. She talks about you with Michonne all the time,” Hazel happily told him. “Her thinking you're a tree is silly, though.”
Daryl hummed in acknowledgement, willing the blush spreading across his face to go away. He started walking again and Hazel bounded next to him. “Wha' else does yer mama say 'bout me?”
“She says you have a cute butt,” Hazel began, before making an over exaggerated disgusted face. “Butts are gross.”
“Yeah, butts are gross,” Daryl chuckled, leading the six year old into the cellblock and up into his own cell. “Dun' know why yer mama would think mine s'cute.” He allowed Hazel to rush into his cell, her attention instantly going to the boardgame they had been playing the day before.
“Are you going to be my new daddy, Daryl?” Hazel asked suddenly, eliciting a confused scoff from the man.
“Why ya askin' tha'?” he inquired, sitting down on his bed. He toed off his boots and grabbed some jerky he had made, before flopping down onto his back, the thin mattress offering some form of relief for the tired archer. He began chewing on the dry meat, turning his attention back to the young girl.
Hazel climbed onto the bed, making herself comfortable by his feet. “Because Mama said that you have daddy vibes.”
That caught Daryl off guard. He choked on the jerky, his airway cut off. He sat up and hit himself against his chest, soon successfully ridding his airway of the thing that almost killed him. He looked at Hazel in shock, the little girl looking back at him in confusion.
Catching his breath, Daryl shook his head at Hazel. “Nah, I ain't gon' be yer new daddy. Yer mama must've been talkin' 'bout someone else.”
Hazel shook her head in disagreement. “No, Mama was talking about you, Daryl. She said your name when she said that.”
Daryl looked at Hazel in shock and slowly nodded. He had a hard time believing that you, the no-nonsense lady who was one of the very few Woodbury residents who actually knew how to handle herself against the dead, had taken an interest like that in him. There was no way that the woman he had taken an unexpected liking to, a liking that had soon morphed into something that wasn't platonic, liked him like that. He just couldn't believe it.
“Mama also said she'd look better in your shirt,” Hazel said, interrupting his train of thought.
Daryl inhaled sharply. He thought about her words for a moment before nodding to himself, picturing you in his shirt. “Yeah, she would,” he mumbled to himself.
“What?” Hazel asked, tilting her head in confusion.
Daryl quickly shook his head. “Nothin'. S'nothin'.”
As if appearing out of thin air, you showed up at his cell, quietly knocking on the doorframe. Hazel's attention shifted towards the door and she quickly clambered off the bed. She excitedly sprinted towards you and you caught her in a big hug, placing a small kiss on top of her head.
“Hey, Baby,” you greeted her, looking up at Daryl and sending him a shy smile. “Hey, Daryl.”
Daryl, now cursed with knowledge about what you thought of him, could feel his cheeks heating up. He sent you a small nod. “Hey.”
You looked down at your daughter again, about to usher her out of the cell with you, but she saw someone walking outside, and she wiggled herself out of your arms to run to that person. “Michonne!”
“Hazel!” you called out to her, peeping out of the cell just in time to see Michonne embrace the girl in a hug.
Michonne looked up at you and waved you off. “I got her. I'll get her settled down for the night. You say goodnight to your crush.”
You ducked your head in embarrassment and sent her a crude gesture with your middle finger, eliciting a laugh from her. “Fuck you, Michonne,” you mouthed to her, watching her leave with Hazel.
Shaking your head, you turned back around and almost ran into the archer. Daryl steadied you, and you could feel the heat seeping from his hands to your arms.
“Ya alrigh'?” he asked you, his blue eyes gazing deeply into yours.
You nodded, your breath leaving you due to the close proximity you had with the man. “I'm good,” you whispered in confirmation, your heart speeding up.
Daryl, overcome by a rare sense of confidence, hummed and smirked slightly. “Ya sure? My tree trunk arms didn't chaffe yer shirt or anythin'?”
Your eyes widened in surprise, and you took a step back. “What?”
“Ya need my shirt instead? I bet ya will look better in it than any of yer own shirts.”
Realization dawned on you. “Hazel—”
“Yeah,” Daryl cut you off, smiling slightly at the way your eyes widened. “Said ya think my butt looks real cute, too. She said other things too, but m'not gon' embarrass ya any more.”
“God, she really exposed me, huh?” you laughed shyly, ducking your head to avoid the archer's eyes.
Daryl moved forward and cupped your chin, lifting your head to look at him. The air between the two of you shifted, an unexplainable electricity forming. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, silently asking for permission.
However, before anything could happen, Hazel came bounding into Daryl's cell again, Michonne hot on her tail. Daryl quickly pulled away and took a step back, and you straightened yourself.
Michonne looked between you and Daryl with a knowing smirk. Daryl blushed and ducked his head, while you pursed your lips and sent her a warning glare. “Don't even think about it,” you mouthed to her, moving away from Daryl to pick up your daughter. “What are you doing here, Baby? I thought auntie Michonne was putting you to bed.”
“I want you to do it, Mama,” Hazel explained, lowering her head to rest on your shoulder. She waved at Daryl, giggling into your shoulder. “Goodnight, Daryl.”
“Nigh',” Daryl greeted her, sharing a shy nod with you. “I'll, uh, see ya tomorrow, righ'?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, casting your eyes away from him. “Goodnight, Daryl.”
With that, you turned and walked out of the cell with Michonne, leaving Daryl alone in his cell. The archer, confused by everything that happened, sat himself down on the bed. However, he chuckled to himself when he heard your voice from down the hall.
“Hazel, how about for tonight's bedtime story, I teach you about the importance of keeping secrets?”
Yeah, Daryl thought, Hazel definitely wasn't lying. And he took that as an invitation to finally confess to you.
Which he did, that very next day, while you were on watch duty.
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