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animeyanderelover · 1 year

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Can I request a yandere HxH main 4 having a darling who's turn into a demon nezuko from demon slayer and they wanted to turn there darling into a human again

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive relationship, obsession, delusions, paranoia, overprotective behavior, isolation, abduction

Darling is turned into a demon

Gon Freecss

🎣He bursts out in tears when he comes to visit you only to find your motionless body covered in blood, barely alive. The first thing he has to do is get you to a doctor! That's the only thing on his mind as he picks you up and wants to dash to the next hospital, the next doctor, anywhere where someone can help you! His emotions muddle his brain and his rational thinking as he doesn't notice the strange aura around you, not until you wake up. Initially he's relieved when you regain your consciousness, until he takes one good look at your face, precisely your eyes. Gon has grown up spending most of his time in a forest, the glowing eyes looking back at him remind him of a wild and hungry animal, sharp canine glistening with your salvia. That's when it clicks in his mind and is the reason your teeth only scratch his skin, the red blood flowing out of the minor wound causing you to go crazy. Only when he holds you back and calls out to you do you come back to your senses, the tears in your eyes breaking him.

🎣Gon tries his best to go about his day with you as mundane as he can, even if only to soothe you who is scared. He goes even more delusional as a way to cope as he soothes you, tells you that you're still the same (y/n) and that he will find a solution. Yet he contradicts himself more than just once. You're kept away from people as much as possible although you with your hunger for human flesh you do your best to do so yourself. Gon on the other hand is terrified that if others were to find out about you, they would try to kill you. Sometimes your determination to avoid humans waver though although simultanously you get depressed because you know that they would fear you. In such moments Gon tries to comfort you, tells you that they just don't know you. If he knows that you're immune to sunlight, he would still try to take you out as much as possible though, even if you're always kept close. He's smart enough to know that he needs an exorcist to help you.

Killua Zoldyck

🪀A short moment where he didn't keep an eye on you and in the next he finds out that you were attacked, the culprit gone. They can run as much as they want to though, Killua will still find them. His darling takes priority though and differently from Gon, Killua notices that something seems and feels off. Your whole place is drenched in lingering and odd Nen, traces of it he can even sense on you. You're still alive and weren't killed either which raises Killua's suspicion. Instead of taking you to a hospital, he takes you with him and surely that proves to be the right decision when you awake and try at first to tear your teeth into his biceps. If it would have been any normal person, you would have killed them with your increased strength but Killua isn't any person. He can't bring himself to hurt you though, instead keeps on pleading desperately for you to snap out of it as he holds you down. There's only minor comfort when realization flashes in front of your eyes before he knocks you out again.

🪀Killua never leaves you alone anymore from that moment on as he blames himself heavily for the fate that has befallen you. You've lost your humanity, are afraid of the sun and crave human flesh at times although you do your best to control your urges. Your obsessed boyfriend never fears you, he's the bigger monster between the two of you and has killed far more than you ever will after all. What breaks his heart is the way you clearly are disgusted by yourself though, barely speak anymore or show your face which only awakes more urgency inside of him to help you. He's relentless in his chase after the person who transformed you into a demon as their fate is essentially either going to be death or helping you and then dying. They will meet an early demise no matter what for what they have done is something the assassin can never forgive. The same counts for everyone who, despite all odds, still finds out about you and tries to hurt you. They will be immediately silenced.

Kurapika Kurta

⛓️This one singular event in the earliest spam of Kurapika's obsession is the very thing that fuels his overprotective paranoia and leads his feelings down into the dark abyss. The primal fear to lose anyone he loves again has Kurapika entering a paranoid frenzy when he finds you lying in a puddle of your own blood, clinging onto your life. His eyes are burning red, tears are staining his cheeks and his chest hurts as he has troubles breathing. He suffers from an emotional meltdown, too terrified to even bring you to a doctor as the one who attacked you not only got away but is unknown to him either. His initial emotional overload keeps him from noticing the first signs about you as the only thing replaying in his mind in that moment is taking you, keeping you, protecting you. When you go out of control and nearly tear a chunk of flesh out of his shoulder, Kurapika sees himself forced to tie you up. He stays with you the entire time though, trying to reach you until you finally regain your senses.

⛓️You might have noticed the cracks inside of him before already but now Kurapika is completely broken. You're isolated and kept inside his house the entire time and he stays with you the entire time. You're freed from the ropes after a while though, after he is somewhat convinced that you won't try to run away from him or attack him but even then he always accompanies you. He's incredibly paranoid that someone will find out what happened to you and attempt to hurt you which is why he will silence anyone who might find out as his fear has him turning deranged. He will tell you the very same thing if you ever start missing socializing with others as he essentially drills the belief inside of you that they might try to kill you and that he's the only one who can help you and protect you from others and yourself now. He has to find an exorcist as soon as possible to return you to your human self, a goal that becomes nearly if not as important as hunting down the Phantom Troupe for Kurapika now.

Leorio Paradinight

🧳Leorio with his advanced medical knowledge would be the first one to do a checkup on you as soon as he finds out that you were assaulted and left wounded. So even if he might not be as sharp as his friends when it comes to detecting subtle changes in Nen, your anatomy and circadian rhythm and the change in it will give you away. He gets hurt as soon as you start attacking him though as he can't bring himself to manhandle you in any way, even if it's to defend himself in that very moment. The guilt is too heavy for that as he starts crying and attempting to get through you, unable to believe that you're fully gone now. You leave deep scratches on his skin, tear his clothes apart yet he doesn't do anything. Mere moments that are without a doubt a few of the most terrifying ones in his entire life because he was afraid to find out that you were completely gone end with you regaining your sense and starting to cry when you see what you have done, Leorio crying with you.

🧳His abduction is the least forceful because Leorio is going to be the most gentle about it. Yes, he is still traumatized and very much paranoid about the situation now but he tries to respect your own feelings more than the others do who prioritize what they believe is best for you. You're the one who is affected so Leorio tries to find ways to protect you and help you whilst still trying to give you as much support and happiness as he can. Considering that he's training to be a doctor, he would probably be quite good to draw conclusions out of the hints and the information he gets and find out more or less accurately what has changed on you. He attempts to do his best to cheer you up as much as he can because seeing you so utterly distraught breaks his heart. He knows that he can't help you though so he starts searching for an exorcist with the help of his status as a Hunter. He doesn't care how much money it might cost him, he will find a way to return you.

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animeyanderetalker · 2 months

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When it comes to Kurapika being yandere for a darling who is a fellow survivor of the Kurta Massacre (or just him being in a relationship with one in general), you ever think about how (one of) the biggest source(s) of angst in that scenario is s/o being understandably worried he might only be attracted to them because they are one of the only other remaining Kurta members (and, if biologically female, a highly potential means of reviving the clan) instead of aspects of who s/o is outside of that one factor? Because I have read and scanned a few headcanons and fanfics on other blogs and websites, but I have yet to see this interesting topic get brought up. Maybe there is some story that does, but I have yet to find one or, at the very least, get to a point in one of those stories that brings up this plot point.

I will admit that I myself never brought up that topic in any of my Hc’s regarding a Kurta Darling but you definitely have a point.

Kurapika in general is a very paranoid, protective and possessive as a Yandere. Yet if his s/o isn’t a Kurta it takes time for him to grow into a full blown obsession. As soon as he has formed an attachment though, it is such a fast downfall for him due to his paranoia of losing a person he so dearly loves. That’s the thing though, he knows you by now.

That isn’t the same for when his darling would be from his clan. It doesn’t matter who they are or how he meets them. The moment he sees those Scarlett eyes, it’s an instant switch for him. It doesn’t have to be a romantic obsession but it is an obsession nevertheless. Honestly, he would probably go delusional in such a scenario because he would be convinced that the fact that both of you are the only survivors isn’t coincidence. So I agree with you, it’s genetics before personality for Kurapika in this case.

I do think that he’ll know in no time little habits and preferences of his darling because he is so hyper-focused on them due to his obsession. He’s constantly observing them so he figures out patterns within their behavior quickly.

#a talks #yandere thoughts #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere kurapika #yandere kurapika kurta

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apollodarling-writes · 1 year

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I love your yandere content! How about a Yandere!reader with HxH, platonic or romantic, have fun with it :)

YANDERE! Reader with HxH characters:

includes: gon, killua, kurapika, leorio, hisoka, illumi, chrollo, shalnark, feitan, and meruem.

MINORS AGED UP!!!

GON FREECS:

oh this sweet, sweet boy. he wouldn’t have a damn clue until it’s blatantly obvious. he would see that you’re getting hurt more often and think that someone is giving you trouble. he wouldn’t realize that you’re manipulating him at all.

when someone points out what you’re doing, he’ll start to catch on a bit, but he’ll come talk to you about it and hope for the best. if you’ve anticipated this, you likely have an ace up your sleeve… like, kidnapping or maybe getting rid of that person(s) or maybe even some more manipulation.

depending on what kind of yandere the reader is, gon will catch on at some point. it might take him a few weeks or maybe a few years- it all depends on how crafty you are.

now, when gon finds out, he’s devastated. he’s angry and hurt and upset. he doesn’t know why you’re doing this. maybe he can help you? you seem to have a twisted sense of love… maybe it was a product of your childhood, or maybe it’s something else. either way, gon wants to help.

KILLUA ZOLDYCK:

Killua will catch on right away. He can sense your bloodlust and will call you out on it. He doesn’t like it. It reminds him of his childhood. He will go to any length to avoid you if you don’t ‘quit your shit’.

Killua is a bit interested in why your love for him is like this, but will only make assumptions. He doesn’t want to get too close to you anymore. I will admit that i can see him being slightly scared of you. it doesn’t matter if he’s stronger than you or not- i think he’d worry about gon and try to distance himself. killua would induce his own lonliness for awhile.

If you kill to get his attention, he’ll just kill you. I genuinely think that manipulation is the only way to get to him, but you’ve got to be better than Illumi was (which is a hard task in itself). Good luck on getting him to bend to your will.

KURAPIKA KURTA:

kurapika would be suspicious of your behavior but wish for the best. i don’t think he’d catch on too quickly, but he’d be keeping an eye on you. when he finds out, he’s horrified. you’ve been doing this because of him?

in all honesty kurapika would be one of the easiest targets. he would flash back to his clan’s massacre and be absolutely fucking horrified- angry, but horrified. he would be angry that you were doing these things, but he’d be scared too. he can’t use The Judgment Chain on you. It would kill him! He needs to find his clan’s eyes!

If you find his Clan’s eyes for him and send them to his house, he’ll be forever grateful. i think this would be the way to his heart to be honest. like, i think he would feel indebted to you and try to do right by you because of it.

i also think that if you manipulate him enough, he’ll stay.

LEORIO PARADINIGHT:

Leorio is over the fucking moon when he finds out that he has someone that loves him. especially someone his type! i don’t think he would know about your behaviors at all until it was too late. leorio is the easiest target. you can’t change my mind.

when leorio finds out, he’s scared. he can’t use nen! he’s not strong! he doesn’t have a lot of stamina! what is he supposed to do?!

i think that leorio would try to leave but once he knows that you have eyes on him at all times, he just gives up. he feels like there’s nothing he can do. just let him continue to be a doctor and he’ll be okay.

HISOKA MORROW:

oh god, this sick fuck would cream his pants when he finds out. i think it would be a mutually yandere relationship as soon as he finds out. just be sure to keep his attention, because if you don’t, he’ll just kill you.

hisoka is the type to fuck you in someone else’s blood. like, if he finds you killing someone that looked at him for too long, he’ll just fuck you right then and there.

i think depending on if he genuinely falls in love w you, i think that even if you don’t manage to keep up killing or if you find another victim lover, he’ll drag you back by your hair. you won’t escape.

ILLUMI ZOLDYCK:

illumi would just kill you if he doesn’t feel the same way.

CHROLLO LUCILFER:

if you aren’t in the phantom troupe,i think you would pique chrollo’s interest and he’d look into you more. like, he’d track you down and stalk you for a bit and then try to make his own deductions as to why this is happening.

i don’t think that he’d be worried at all. the only worry he would have is if you managed to find his hideout or the members of his troupe. if worst comes to worst, i think he would also just kill you.

if you are part of the phantom troupe, i think he’d try to spend more time with you. he would conduct experiments and make deductions that way. if you’re the stoic type or if he isn’t able to read you, i think he would just outright ask you.

chrollo for the most part is indifferent. good luck.

SHALNARK RYUUSEI:

shalnark is kind of excited? like, someone is killing because they love him? wow! he wants to meet you in person. i think he’ll get to know you and then go from there.

shalnark is the type to fall in love because of personality, so if you’ve got the W personality vibes, you’ve hit the jackpot. just be warned, that if he does fall in love with you, it will become a mutually yandere relationship. there’s no leaving. no falling out of love. y’all are together until death, and even then he won’t be far behind you..

FEITAN PORTOR:

feitan portrays himself as indifferent, but he’s very very curious. much like chrollo, he conducts his own experiments and he stalks you. i think that feitan would be interested in a darling/yandere with a high pain tolerance or a darling that has sadistic tendencies, so if you have one or both of those, he’s in love.

feitan would love for you to kill because of him. i think he’d piss you off and flirt with other people or stare at someone for too long just so you can kill someone. truly, it’s one of his fantasies.

feitan is another mutually yandere relationship, but he would definitely carve his name into you or break some bones if you upset him. dont make him jealous. i’m begging you.

MERUEM:

meruem wouldn’t understand. like, why are you humans so fucked up? but at the same time, i think that he would want you as a mate. THE WORST MUTUAL YANDERE ONG!!!!

he will, at first, request pitou or one of the others to kidnap you so that he can observe you. he’ll question you and figure out why you’re doing this. and then he’ll see if you’re compatible with him.

if you are, he will hurt the fuck outta you. don’t make him angry. don’t make him jealous. he can and will kill everyone you make eye contact with. he can and will do things himself during the war between the chimera ants and the hunters.

if you fuck up badly enough, he will fuck you for days. especially during his mating cycle. he doesn’t mind you killing people, just don’t kill his upper three. he cannot be manipulated. he cannot be hurt. you don’t stand a chance against him. he will kill you and then himself if he deems it bad enough.

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winxanity-ii · 5 months

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𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

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You're a shadow among shadows in the 247th Hunter Exam, another face in the crowd, but with a secret that sets you apart.

Behind the dark glasses you wear lies a secret—your eyes, usually a simple shade of brown, transform into a deep, vivid crimson when your emotions surge. This striking change is a remnant of your Kurta heritage, a beautiful yet haunting reminder of a past steeped in tragedy. You're a lone survivor, the massacre by the Phantom Troupe a scar that never fades.

You've learned to hide your eyes not only to blend in but to shield yourself from unwanted attention. The fluctuation in color from brown to red is a giveaway of your emotional state, a vulnerability you can't afford in situations that demand composure. These glasses are your armor, concealing the turmoil within and helping you maintain an air of normalcy amidst the chaos of the exam.

You watch them from a distance. There's the boy with the innocent face and spiky black hair—he exudes an unmistakable aura of purity. Beside him, a silver-haired kid, his demeanor screams 'trouble', but there's a hint of loyalty in his eyes. A tall guy in a suit, barking louder than his bite, is impossible to miss.

And then, there's him—one who unknowingly mirrors a part of your hidden past.

You don't know his name yet, but he's different. He has hair like sunlit gold and eyes of a striking gray, eyes that don't miss much. He moves with a certain calculated precision, every step, every gesture steeped in purpose.

You feel an inexcusable urge to go over and make friends with the group, but you don't. Sadly, you've learned the hard way—trust is a luxury, and solitude is your best friend. So, you watch and listen from a distance, absorbing fragments of their conversations as much as you could—their dreams, their fears, their determination to win. Despite the bustling environment of the exam, you're like a ghost—always there, unseen, unheard, yet moving through the exam with a silent vow to keep your identity and your pain securely locked away.

☆

In the suffocating confines of Trick Tower, you're caught in a psychological battle, the air thick with tension. Your adversary is no ordinary opponent; he's a prisoner, his smile not just cruel but dripping with wicked intent. The game's rules are simple, yet twisted in their own way: he has five minutes to provoke you into attacking him. The rule is clear—the quicker you lose your cool, the more hours you'll owe. If you somehow manage to withstand the full five minutes without lashing out, you'll escape any penalty. But this guy knows exactly how to push your buttons.

At the start, his insults are mere jabs, testing your defenses...

"Look at you, trying to act all tough." he sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. "Why so quiet? Afraid you'll break a nail, sweetheart?

...however, as the clock ticks, his words turn increasingly vile and misogynistic....

"Aren't you going to entertain me? Don't be shy. Come over here so I can show you what a real man is."

You feel a twitch in your jaw, your calm facade beginning to crack. You scoff as you lift your head in defiance, your glasses slip, revealing a flash of crimson. It's only a moment, but he catches it.

He falls silent, and for a moment, you think he's done. But then, slowly, almost thoughtfully, he speaks again. "Never thought I'd see the famed Kurta fire in person," he says, a twisted awe in his voice. "Bet the Phantom Troupe had a field day with your kind getting those." His words crawl under your skin, each syllable laced with malice.

The timer hits around 5 minutes and 30 seconds when he crosses the final line. "Man, I should've bought a pair off the Phantom Troupe before landing in here. Would've made a nice trinket to gaze at and pass time," he smirks.

That's the last straw.

Your restraint shatters. You're on him before you know it, driven by a surge of raw, unbridled fury. Your fists are relentless, each strike a release of years of pent-up anger and grief. The world turns a shade of red, both from your eyes and your rage.

As the guards pull you off, his laughter turns into a painful gasp, a sound that echoes in your mind long after. "You lose," he chokes out, his twisted grin the last thing you see before he passes out.

Your short victory is hollow as you're given a swift verdict by the Tower Guard for losing he game—a penalty of ten lost hours, ten hours of isolation. Forced into isolation, you find yourself in a room shared with the very individuals you've been silently observing.

It's a bizarre twist of fate.

You learn their names in snippets of conversation. Gon, with his boundless energy. Killua, always cool and collected. Leorio, loud and passionate. And Kurapika, his voice a soft, determined thread in the tapestry of their chatter.

Oh, and this weird fat guy named Tonpa, as well.

The room feels smaller with their presence. You curl up on the other side of the room, a silent, watchful presence. Your body aches from the fight, your heart heavy with the weight of your past. As sleep tugs at your consciousness, you drift off, missing Kurapika's confession about his own quest for revenge, his own clan's tragedy.

Coming to, you're gently roused by Gon's voice, tinged with his usual cheerfulness. "Hey, your time's almost up!" he informs you. Gratefully, you murmur a soft "thanks" and sit up, stretching out the stiffness in your muscles.

Your gaze drifts across the room, taking in the scene. Killua is by himself, idly fiddling with Gon's fishing line, lost in thought. Leorio and Tonpa are sprawled on a sofa, an amusing picture with their feet comically entangled in each other's faces. Kurapika sits in quiet repose, absorbed in a book.

As your eyes linger on Kurapika, he seems to sense it, lifting his gaze from the pages to meet yours. Despite your shades, his piercing look makes you feel exposed, vulnerable. Quickly, you shift your gaze away.

Turning to your side, you notice Gon still sitting beside you, a slight blush on his cheeks. "Sorry," he begins hesitantly, "I was just wondering... why do you always wear those shades?" His finger points innocently at your glasses.

You reflexively reach up to your shades, ensuring they're in place, covering your revealing eyes. With a reassuring smile, you answer, "I have sensitive eyes. The shades help protect them from bright lights."

Gon's response is full of childlike wonder. "Like vampires?" he asks, his eyes wide.

Your laughter is soft, a rare sound amidst the tension of the Hunter Exam. "Yeah, kind of like vampires," you agree, amused by his analogy.

As you're chuckling, the Tower God's announcement interrupts, declaring the end of your penalty. Standing up, you gather your things, including a hoodie draped over a chair. You nod to Gon in appreciation. "Thank you... Gon, right?"

"Yup! My name's Gon! What's yours?" he asks with an infectious enthusiasm.

"Y/N," you reply with a smile. "Thanks again, Gon. Hope to see you in the next phase."

Gon's giggle rings out as you pat his head gently. "You too, Y/N!" he replies, still chuckling.

As you step out of the room, leaving behind the peculiar mix of companions, a sense of readiness fills you. The next phase of the Hunter Exam awaits, and with it, new challenges and opportunities. But for now, the brief interaction with Gon leaves a small, warm glow in your heart amidst the trials ahead.

☆

Sweat trickled down the side of your face as you raced through the dense underbrush of the forest.

C'mon Y/N! You got this! Phase 4! You've come so far! You kept repeating the mantra in your head, pushing yourself harder.

Phase 4 of the Hunter Exam, taking place on Zevil Island, was unlike any challenge you had faced before. Each participant was assigned a target, their badge the key to progressing further. Your assigned target: number 405.

Gon.

As soon as you saw the number, recognition flooded you. The thought of hunting down the boy and taking his badge didn't sit right with you. Besides, you knew better than to underestimate the solidarity of his group. So, you chose the alternative route—gathering three badges to compensate for not pursuing Gon's.

So far, you had managed to collect two other badges. But your success had drawn unwanted attention. A mercenary, furious that you had inadvertently taken his target, was now hot on your heels, seeking both vengeance and the badges you carried.

You pushed through the forest, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. The sounds of the island were a distant blur, the rustle of leaves and distant animal calls fading behind the adrenaline-fueled pounding of your heart. You had to lose him, had to be smart. This wasn't just about survival in the exam anymore—it was about surviving period.

You glanced back, catching a fleeting glimpse of your pursuer weaving through the trees. His determination matched your own, but for vastly different reasons. With a deep breath, you surged forward, your mind racing as fast as your feet. You needed a plan, and you needed it fast. The stakes were high, and failure wasn't an option.

Your legs burned with exertion, each step more labored than the last. Realizing that running wasn't a sustainable option, you made a split-second decision. It was time to face your pursuer head-on. The alternative—constantly looking over your shoulder for the next three days—was a prospect filled with dread and uncertainty.

You veered off the path, heading towards an open field nearby. There, you turned to face the direction you had come from, your breathing heavy, but determined. This was it—a confrontation was inevitable.

Moments later, the mercenary emerged from the break in the trees, his approach confident, almost cocky. He sauntered into the clearing, a sly grin plastered on his face, clearly thinking he had the upper hand.

As he stepped into the open, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the field, creating an almost surreal backdrop for the impending battle. The air was still, the usual sounds of the forest seemingly holding their breath in anticipation.

You stood your ground, eyes fixed on the mercenary. Your hand instinctively reached for your weapon, gripping it tightly. The tension was palpable, a tangible force in the air between you two.

"You think you can take me?" the mercenary taunted, his voice a low hum in the heavy air. "A nobody thinks they can best me for a badge?"

"I don't think," you replied, your voice steady despite the storm of nerves inside you. "I know."

The battle commenced without another word. The forest became an arena, the trees pillars in the hall of combat. As you weave through the forest, the battle intensifies. The mercenary's knives are more than mere steel; they're extensions of his will, each strike aimed with deadly intent. You can almost feel the air parting as they whistle past, a mere hair's breadth from your skin.

"Can't touch me," you taunt under your breath, your voice a mix of bravado and focus. Your feet barely touch the ground as you dodge, pivot, and retaliate with a series of calculated blows and kicks.

The forest, with its towering trees and dappled sunlight, transforms into a blur around you. You're in the eye of the storm, where every breath is measured, every movement a dance with destiny. The mercenary lunges, and you hear the sharp intake of breath, the rustle of leaves underfoot—a symphony of survival.

Suddenly, pain sears through your shoulder, a sharp, hot line where his knife finds its mark. "Gotcha," he hisses, a shadowy figure with a smirk that chills your blood.

You grit your teeth, feeling the warm trickle of blood, a stark reminder of your mortality. You're a whirlwind of motion, each step an intricate part of this deadly dance, but the mercenary is a step ahead, his knives a blur of silver and shadow. You hear the slicing of air, feel the sting as one blade after another grazes your skin, leaving behind a trail of shallow cuts; blood beading on your arm creating a vivid contrast against your skin.

"I'm impressed," he taunts, his voice a low rumble in the chaos. "But not enough."

You dodge another swipe, the air humming with the missed connection. It's a relentless assault, and you're pushed to your limits, each movement driven by sheer willpower. The forest around you is both arena and witness, the rustling leaves a hushed audience to your struggle.

Then, a sharp pain seizes your side—a knife, lodged deep. You gasp, the shock almost buckling your knees. Your vision begins to blur, edges fringing with black. You hear your breathing, ragged and wet, each inhale tainted with the metallic tang of blood. It's like drowning on dry land, the taste of iron filling your mouth, a stark reminder of the blood you're losing. Your head spins, the forest around you swaying in a nauseating dance.

The mercenary looms closer, a shadow preying on your weakened state. "Looks like I got you, again~" he smirks, already reaching for another blade to finish the job.

The pain is intense, a burning fire in your side...but in this moment of despair, something within you stirs. A distant echo, the cries and shouts of your clan, resonating through the haze of pain. Their voices, filled with courage and defiance in their final stand against the Phantom Troupe, ignite a fire in your soul. It's a call to arms, a call to honor their memory.

You shake your head, clearing the fog of pain and despair. Your heart pounds in your chest, a drumbeat of survival. "For my clan," you whisper, the words a lifeline pulling you back from the edge of defeat.

Time seems to slow, each second stretching out as you summon the last reserves of your strength. With a deep, shuddering breath, you focus. The pain is still there, a constant companion, but now it fuels your resolve. You grip the hilt of the knife in your side, a grim determination setting in your features. With a swift, decisive motion, you pull it out, ignoring the fresh wave of pain that threatens to overwhelm you.

The mercenary pauses as his eyes widen, a flicker of surprise at your unwavering spirit. You can see the calculation in his gaze, the reassessment of his prey. But you don't afford him the luxury of time. With the last of your strength, you launch forward, using his momentary hesitation. Your movements are a blend of instinct and desperation, a final stand against the inevitable as you channel your pain into action

There's a clash of steel, a grunt of effort. The mercenary staggers back, his knife clattering to the ground. You stand there, breathing heavily, the pain in your side a constant throb, but you're still standing.

"You're... not bad," he concedes, a grudging respect in his voice as he eyes you warily, reassessing you at a closer distance as he tries to puts a few feet between the two of you.

You don't have time for words. You're wounded, every breath a battle, but this fight is yours. With a last effort, before he can gather his bearing and attack you once more, you advance, your own blade steady in your grip. The forest holds its breath, the final act about to unfold.

In a blur, you twist, your foot sweeping out in a calculated arc, knocking his legs from under him. The world tilts as you both crash to the forest floor. With a desperate, precise thrust, you drive your blade into the side of his neck.

The mercenary lets out a choked laugh, a grotesque symphony of pain and disbelief, as blood blooms from the wound and stains his lips. "Good luck, doll. You're gonna need it," he gasps, his voice a gurgling whisper.

Stiffly, you snatch his badge off of his shirt before staggering back, your legs shaky and unreliable. The forest spins around you, trees blurring into indistinct shapes as you bump into them, each impact a jolt of pain. Your vision dims, the edges closing in, a tunnel of darkness encroaching as blood loss takes its toll.

You push forward, each step a battle against the relentless pull of your injuries. The forest, once a vibrant tapestry of green and gold, now seems muted, the colors fading as your strength wanes. Your breathing is ragged, a harsh symphony punctuated by the throb of your wounded side. You can taste blood in your mouth, the iron tang a stark reminder of the price you've paid.

The ground beneath your feet feels unsteady, as if you're walking through a dream. You lean against a tree, its bark rough under your palm, seeking a moment's respite. The texture under your palm is a reminder of that you're still here, despite the overwhelming pain that roars in your ear. You close your tightly eyes, willing yourself to stay conscious, to keep moving.

In the haze of exhaustion, your mind drifts, not to the pain or the blood you've shed, but to the deeper meaning of your struggle. You realize—even in this weakened state—that your victory extends beyond the physical realm. You've honored your heritage, upheld the values and legacy of your clan. Their voices, which once echoed faintly in the recesses of your memory, now resound within you, clear and strong, filling you with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

And in this quiet moment, if you focus just enough, you can almost sense the presence of your parents. It's as if their voices whisper in the wind—congratulating you—their words a soothing balm to your battered spirit. You imagine the warmth of their hands enveloping you in an embrace of love and approval. Their presence, though intangible, is a vivid sensation that momentarily lessens the physical pain, filling you with a sense of peace and the strength to persevere.

You reach into your pockets to fetch the source of your physical pain—those stupid badges. And since your recent victory with the mercenary, you know had all the points needed to succeed to the next phase.

"...you're gonna need it..." The mercenary's last words rings in your ears, haunting you; a prophecy or a curse, you can't tell.

You clutched the badges like a lifeline as your vision blurred, the edges darkening, and in that encroaching shadow, you saw him—Kurapika.

At first, you thought he was a figment of your imagination, but his gasp cut through the silence of the forest, a soft but sharp intake of breath that seemed to pierce the veil of your pain.

"Your eyes..." Kurapika's voice was a thread of sound, woven with shock and a dawning realization as he approached cautiously, his footsteps barely a whisper on the forest floor. "...Kurta?" Kurapika murmured, the word laced with uncertainty and disbelief.

As your eyes met his, a visible change overtook him. His gaze intensified, the hue of his eyes deepening into a vivid red, mirroring the tumult of emotions within as he recognized the truth before him.

Your state was dire, a vivid canvas of your recent battle. Blood was smeared across the side of your face, stark against your skin, and your eyes were unfocused, hazy with pain and the effort to remain conscious. Kurapika's steps faltered, a mix of shock and concern etching his features as he kneeled beside you.

You couldn't help but look into his eyes—praying that your mind wasn't playing tricks on you. And there you saw it, a reflection of your own—a crimson shade that told a story of loss and of a lineage almost erased from the world. The sight of his crimson eyes ignited a glimmer of hope within you. You weren't alone; another Kurta still walked this earth.

His hands hovered over your broken form, trembling slightly, betraying his inner turmoil. He was mumbling, words lost in a stream of consciousness, as if he were trying to piece together the reality before him.

You attempted to speak—to express your happiness—but the effort was too much. Blood trickled from the corner of your lips, and a pained sigh escaped you as you tried to shift away from your injured side. Kurapika's reaction was immediate, a soft, soothing coo escaping him. "It's okay, don't push yourself; you don't have to saying anything. I'm here," he reassured, his voice a calming presence in the chaos of your agony.

But the darkness was calling, an embrace that promised respite from the pain. You leaned into it, even as Kurapika's voice became the anchor trying to hold you in the light. "No more worries," he whispered, his hands warm against the cool touch of your skin. "You'll be safe with me."

With the last of you strength, you whispered a faint, "...okay..." before falling unconscious.

As the shadows embraced you, Kurapika's world became a whirlwind of emotion, and you slipped into unconsciousness, cradled in his arms. His hands, now protectors, held you close, your head against his chest. His fingers grazed your skin, feeling the rise and fall of your labored breaths, his touch a silent vow against the dark.

"No, not again," he murmured to himself, a haunted lullaby for two souls intertwined by fate and tragedy. His arms tightened around you, as if his embrace alone could shield you from the world's cruelty. "I can't... I won't let it happen again."

The memory of his clan—of crimson eyes dimmed forever—flashed in his mind, an echo of the past threatening to repeat itself. He rocked gently, a motion born from an instinct to comfort, to soothe, even as his own heart screamed in anguish.

In the quiet forest, he leaned back and beheld your face—brown skin illuminated by the moon's touch, your hair a soft crown of twisted locks framing your peaceful expression. His fingertips traced the contours of your face with reverence, a silent apology to every moment he had unknowingly left you alone in a world that had taken so much from both of you.

"You're here," he whispered, more to himself than to you, a prayer in the solitude. "You're alive, and as long as I breathe, I will fight for you... with you. I will not let this light go out."

Kurapika's breath was a warm whisper against your skin as he nosed the side of your face. His hands, trembling with an intensity born of fear and love, cupped your cheek gently, as his eyes fluttered closed, savoring a fleeting moment of bliss amid the chaos.

A rustle in the underbrush broke the stillness, and Leorio's voice cut through the quiet. "Kurapika? What happened? Are you—"

His words hung unfinished as he stumbled into the clearing, his eyes landing on the two of you. Kurapika's head snapped up, his eyes glowing fiercely, a reflection of the turmoil within.

"Kurapika, your eyes..." Leorio's voice was thick with concern and confusion.

"They are the eyes of my clan," Kurapika stated, the flames in his eyes not dimming but burning brighter with resolve. "And she shares them. She shares my pain, my burden. She is Kurta, and I will not fail her as I failed... the others."

Leorio stepped forward, his intentions clear and his resolve unshakable. "We'll help her, Kurapika. We're going to get through this. Together," he stated firmly, ready to extend his hand and offer his strength.

But Kurapika's reaction was immediate and sharp, a sudden tension seizing his body. "No," he said quickly, almost vehemently, his voice low and possessive. "She's mine to protect. She's a Kurta—my responsibility." His words cut through the air, a clear boundary drawn in the wake of Leorio's offer.

Leorio halted, confusion etching his features as he assessed his friend's guarded posture and the fierce, protective glare that seemed out of place on Kurapika's usually composed face.

"Kurapika, we're all friends here," Leorio tried to reason, his concern growing with each passing second. "We want to help—"

"No, Leorio!" Kurapika's interruption was firm, brooking no argument. "She's not just anyone. Our pain is shared, our past... our vengeance." His arms instinctively tightened around you, his movements a physical manifestation of his unspoken vow to protect you.

Leorio's brow furrowed, the weight of Kurapika's isolation dawning on him. Yet, he understood the unspoken language of trauma that seemed to emanate from Kurapika's every pore.

There was a silent promise exchanged in the look that passed between them, a pact made under the witness of stars and stillness. With a slow nod, he stepped back, giving space and respect to the silent plea for solitude and stewardship that Kurapika was asserting.

"We'll be here... when you're ready," Leorio conceded, offering support in his retreat, an acknowledgment of Kurapika's unyielding will to be the shield, the keeper of the last of his clan.

In the quiet that followed, Kurapika's gaze softened as he looked down at you, his demeanor shifting from defensive to tender. "I will keep you safe," he whispered, as if the words were a talisman against the world. "You are mine to defend, and I will lay down my life before I see this light extinguished."

He gently cupped the back of your head, drawing you in closer, until your head nestled securely beneath his chin. The side of his chin acted as a shield, a subtle yet powerful barrier, symbolizing his determination to guard you against any harm.

He would keep you safe, no matter what storms may come, for in you, he had found a piece of hope—a precious echo of a home lost to whispers and to time.

🙈🙈hehehe just me being delusional as usual, carry on

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o7k5a8m9i · 2 months

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Chrollo fanart💜🌙 {Art NOT mine}

he's so cute and handsome!💜🌙☺️🌹

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rosazoldyckk · 1 year

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-𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑘𝑎 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟-

⚠️warning⚠️mentions of obsessive behaviour, stalking, kidnapping and implied death.

Fandom: Hunter X Hunter. Character(s): Kurapika Kurta

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The road was pitch black with only the car's headlights giving him any sense of what was before him. The heavy downpour didn't help, nor did the thick, black forest or winding turns. His knuckles were covered with his chains against the steering wheel, eyes blank on the road; appearing to be zoned out as he listened to the insistent pounding of rain.

"Where are you taking me Kurapika?"

Where are you taking me? You asked him that a lot. Kurapika wet his lips and turned his hard stare to you for a moment. Since when did you get into to the front seat? He could've sworn he had laid you with care on the floor in the back.

He ignored the question, looking back to the road and trying to relax his tense body. Driving into the middle of nowhere wasn't his ideal Saturday night plan, especially since he had you now. To think just a few months ago he spent his weekends alone- actually every night alone.

"My angel," he murmured, "you deserve all of this." He could feel his shoulders begin to tense even more, his grip grew harder and annoyance seethed from his glare, "I loved you so so much and this is how you treat me? I love you so much" he repeated, "I love you so much."

You had been nothing short of an angel in his eyes when he first saw you. Walking into the hunter exam while he stood alone too distracted to acknowledge his surroundings while in your presence. He wasn't so far behind you, he cherished the moments when you'd look in his direction. He was far behind you in every moment of the exam, too nervous to be bold and pick a time to talk to you despite you always being free. He settled for watching the way you kicked rocks in boredom and brushed your fingers through your hair as you sat in the trees waiting for your target. You were so perfect, everything you said and did. The way you hid in the trees spying down on clueless people or the way you carefully and quietly prepared yourself to attack. He watched it all.

Through all of his years spent lonely and passing weekly fixations; you were different. He never loved someone as much as he loved you. The moment you walked into his sights for the first time; so beautiful. How lucky was he to know you as well as he did? How lucky were you for being able to come and 'live' with him?

Kurapika makes a sharp turn, having spaced out and nearly going off-road. He blinks a few times, trying to focus on the sea of pitch black before him. "My angel, just apologize and we'll go home" he begins, "all you have to do is apologize to me."

A rare moment of kindness he showed, letting you come out of that basement and spend time with him; in some form of normalcy. And it had felt good to have your stiff body wrought with anxiety pressed to his as he held you and tried to get you to watch a simple movie with him. But you wouldn't, you were being so difficult. Just like always. How could someone so ethereal be so difficult all the time? He wondered, watching you whimper and flinch at his touch.

How long had he graciously let you stay with him? In that pretty, safe and cozy room he set up for you in the basement. He cooked for you and fed you, spent every second of the day with you, and talked to you endlessly with nothing but adoring praise dripping from his voice- How could you not just return his love?

Playing to how highly he thought of you, you asked; "If I am your angel then how could you keep me locked up like this?" "I do this so that no one can take you away from me." He replied stoically. So no one ruined you, tainted your grace; or made you ugly. "You're only mine to protect. Only mine to love."

Call him greedy all you want; this angel was all his. He'd pluck every feather from your wings; rip them off and pin them to his wall like a prize. He didn't care what time of hell would catch up to him for this, he'd burn over and over for you.

"You like me don't you? I know you do, you have to. I'm taking such good care of you- just stop crying!"

"You're supposed to love me back. I just want you to love me. That's all I want." He'd murmur, voice hoarse and shedding more tears despite you being the one with burning welts and bruises on your body. Why did he want to hurt you so badly?

You just wouldn't say it. That's all he ever wanted from you, to hold you and murmur his love to you. But you had to be so difficult, you just had to push him to his limit. He snapped, worse than usual. He went too far, and you stopped moving. And at first, he laughed and mocked you for faking, for trying to just upset him more. Until he realized something really was wrong.

Paranoia set in an hour after he realized you were gone, the apartment crumbling around him. Glasses break and papers fly, chairs go unturned and everything is tossed around as he lashes out in anger and fear of what he's done. He cries heavy sobs as cowardice sets in; why did you make him do this? Everything inside him short circuits, he feels dumb as thoughts blur together and morph into something too big for him to comprehend.

Night fell and the house grew darker, while he lay on the floor of the kitchen. Panic and anger were gone, just an emptiness sitting in his gaze as he stared at the blank ceiling. He knew what he had to do. He feels dead as he lays there with burning eyes and an aching stomach, broken nails, and cut-up's fingers. He feels like a corpse laying there. His apartment had become his casket over the past few hours.

How could you do this?

The car is deathly silent other than the soft hum of the engine as he recounts what he did. He remembered now, some of it. How he had pressed trembling lips to your forehead as he cradled your body. It was your fault, he told himself as his arms tightened around you. Why didn't you listen? Why did you insist on pushing each and every button on him, until he had no choice but to lash out on you? He wasn't sure how long he had spent holding your body after it happened, he held no concept of time anymore as every hour blurred into a lonely mess. He couldn't even remember getting into his car with your body; just one moment you were beside him asking questions that itched every nerve in his racing heart.

He looked, eyes wide once again with uncertainty as he reached for where you were sitting, fingertips never making contact with your skin as he turned back to the road with a shaky exhale. "I love you, I love you so much." He repeats.

He remembered now; what had happened. Where you had gone.

Kurapika looked to the backseat; a blanket wrapped around your body lying on the floor. "Oh, my angel" he sighed, a small laugh catching the end. "You really had me tricked, didn't you? Even in death, you astound me" he mumbles. You weren't sitting beside him; never had been. After pulling off-road at the first opportunity he opened the back door and stood over where he had delicately laid you. That pretty quilt he bought wrapped around you. He stepped away, throwing his things to the ground; his coat, a shovel, your belongings.

He cradled your lifeless body with more care than he ever did when you were alive as he lifted it from the car.

And he stared at you for a long time after laying you in the hole he dug for you. Cradled your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You really were so beautiful, and he really loved you more than anyone else could ever do. He thought about all the hell you put him through; too bad you had turned out to be so rotten.

Kurapika scoffed, you really were no angel after all.

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hisokakissmeplz · 10 months

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Can I have a knight kurapika saving female reader from yandere warlock theif chrollo you can add nsfw if you want and nen

light nsfw afab reader

You kissed him goodbye with a sorrowful smile. He had to go, no matter how much you both wanted him to stay. Kurapika adorned his Knight's cloak and chestplate amour, the metal cold against your chest as you hugged him and sent him off on his way.

Unbeknownst to you, the man Kurapika was hunting, a thieving warlock watched from afar.

Chrollo had been watching you since his last mission. A simple heist that he almost failed because he couldn't keep his eyes of you.

Something about how you swayed your hips as you walked or how your eyes lit up with emotion drove Chrollo insane.

This was his chance, his chance to finally take you as his. To steal you away from that stingy little knight.

He summoned his bandit book like he had a million times before, casting a bewitching spell he conjured up the image of a hurt kitten. Knowing that you were too sweet and whole hearted to leave a hurt kitten alone in the cool autumn air.

The kitten hollered only a few moments before you came rushing out the door and to the rescue.

But Chrollo was waiting for you.

His arms wrapped tightly around you, restraining almost all movements as you desperately tried to wiggle free.

Tired of your struggling, he casted a sleeping spell over you.

Waking up, your eyes began to adjust to the damp and erie shack you were in. You began to struggle against the chains holding you there.

A smooth and soft voice rang through your ears.

"Darling, I'm so glad you're awake."

His voice held no malice, but you could feel the dangerous aura oozing from him.

He stepped into the light and only then could you make out the delicate, yet handsome features of your capturer.

Chrollo, the theiving warlock who Kurapika left you to hunt. If he had only stayed a little longer. You thought as you struggled once more against the chains.

"It's pointless, my dear."

Your capturer's voice rang out again through the grimy old building.

"They're nen chains, much like the ones your precious knight in shining amour uses. They're simply unbreakable."

Chrollo began to walk closer. His footsteps echoed through the walls, sending shivers down your spine with every step.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this? To finally have you."

Closer.

"To see you, your pretty little eyes with that determined and optimistic look."

Standing in front of you he kneeled down to whisper in your ear.

"You think he's going to save you, don't you?"

He took his finger and slid it between the chains over your mouth, pulling them loose so you could speak.

"You won't, he won't let you get away with this!"

You spat at him with as much anger as you could muster.

"Oh darling, perhaps I need to persuade you."

He stayed kneeling beside you, his finger coming up to twist around a lock of your hair.

"Then maybe you'll see my side of things."

His other hand crept dangerously close to your chest.

You squirmed against the chains, pulling away from him.

"Darling, please don't pull away. I only wish to make you feel good."

His fingertips brushed gently against your collar bones.

"Please just give me a chance, a chance to show you how much better I can treat you."

His cold fingertips against your bare neck and jaw as well as his warm breath fanning across you ear sent jolts down to your core.

You don't know why you agreed, something about the suave in his voice and the pleading tone he took made you curious. It made your head spin.

You nodded slowly and he wasted no time letting his hands slip into your blouse. His cold hands brushed against your bare nipples and you moaned out loud at the sensation.

"Oh God, you sound so perfect. Such a shame that little knight has to keep you all for himself."

His hands groped even harder at your chest.

Your face flushed and Chrollo groaned at the sight. He finally got to touch you, after waiting and watching for so long.

The sound of glass shattering broke your feelings of bliss.

"Chrollo."

The familiar voice called out from behind you.

Thank god he was behind you, otherwise he would have seen the look of pure lust painted across your face.

Shaking it all away you called out desperately for him.

"Kurapika! Kurapika I'm over here!"

You squirmed against the chains harshly and Chrollo smirked at you before standing up to face Kurapika.

"Sir Kurapika, might we discuss this elsewhere? I wouldn't want to offend the little lady."

Kurapika must of silently agreed because you heard their footsteps drift into the other room.

You could hear arguing then what had to be an altercation by the sound of it.

You shut your eyes tightly, praying to whatever god that would listen, Kurapika would be okay.

It must've worked because there he kneeled, loosening your chains and pulling you free.

"Are you alright, my love?"

You nodded and leaned against him as he help you stand up.

"Let's just go home."

Although you were shaken by the experience, you couldn't help but wonder about Chrollo.

okay that's all sorry it's super short

#kurap1ka #kurapika #hxh #kurapika kurta #kurapika x reader #kurapika x you #chrollo fanfic #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer #yandere chrollo #chrollo hunter x hunter #hxh chrollo #phantom troupe

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unicreamuwu · 9 months

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Can do the same one with my mikan recreast ( sorry I can’t spell ) but is with Shalnark faitan kurapika kite and there yandere

You gottcha~! And, I don't really mind spelling errors. That happens to me a lot as well.

Warning: Yandere, Murder, Gore, A bit of violence, A bit of spoiler(?)

(I did do the request, but I didn't post it for years. I'm so sorry 😞 )

(Also, this is old and I didn't get to finish it...)

Shalnark

He absolutely adores you!

He loves when he hears your giggle at his corny jokes.

He'll cry along with you if you cry.

Easily gets jealous whenever someone dares to lay a finger on you.

But, don't worry, he ends up killing them anyway, so it's all good.

Normally, he would show you what's on his phone and play games together with you.

However, he doesn't bother to tend your wounds, so you have to do that yourself.

Feitan

He does find you precious when you act innocent and clumsy.

Normally, Feitan is not the person to like those types of people, but for you, it was different.

Whenever you trip or hurt yourself, Feitan will always be there to help you up and tend your wounds.

So, you don't need to worry about others helping you out when he's here!

Kurapika

He loves your clumsiness and sweet personality.

He would see you get hurt almost every minute, which makes him stay by your side 24/7.

Which is why he couldn't let you leave his side.

He just can't let you get hurt all the time.

Besides just standing by your side, he watches you do your own thing.

Sometimes, you do catch him stalking you, but he just dismisses it.

Other than that, Kurapika is such a sweetheart to you.

Kite

Kite has mixed emotions for you.

At first, he found you kind of annoying because of your constant falling.

However, over time he did get fond of you because of your kind nature towards him.

He would get overprotective of you when you ask him if you could go somewhere by yourself.

His only answers are "Okay, but I'll come with you" and "No".

And, he would not hesitate to slaughter anyone if they try to lay their hands on you.

He would even fight that person to death if he had to.

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i-love-frensh-fries · 4 months

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✨I dreamed of being stuck in the dorm of the phontom troupe in a modern AU ✨ .

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🕸️I had a weird dream that day and then it came back last night. And it's living rent free in my head.

Slight sspoilers about the new pt manga chaps.

It was the the phantom troupe in a modern AU and then there was a school that was kinda like a special academy and of course there was dorms ( like the houses from hogwarts but the hunter administration that treats your file is the one doing the sorting) and obviously my delulu chrollo juc thirsty bitch that I'm ends up t in the phantom troupe dorm aka ✨the spider house ✨that everyone is scared of. But first he is some contest about them :

But first here is some context about them bitches :

🕸️ The school was like the hunter association and in the Spider house the only people allowed are the once that killed someone before. So I guess I got their becose I killed somebody? I don't know I just lived with them.

🕸️But there is the thing with the members is that they technically didn't "kill" anybody, at least that's what the authorities assumes before going trough Juvi.

🕸️That day they just happened to be in the wrong place wrong time.

🕸️It happened when they were kids maybe in elementary, they all lived in the same orphanage from the poor side of the city so they always hangout in a certain place after school.

🕸️At that time that were a bigger friend Groupe. But one day, one in particular didn't show up at school but it's fine they didn't think about it much, they were like " it's fine we will see her at the playing spot after school, Sarasa may miss school but never play time anyways" .

🕸️Class finishes they go to their usual spot expecting to find their friend *Sarasa*, but all they find is a black teach bag waiting to be oppend.

🕸️The kids were skeptical about it, some were scared but chrollo, the "main twinck" of the groupe insisted about looking inside of the bag that was suspiciously weird and suspiciously well tied. He tired at first but couldn't do it then then finx shoot his shot but didn't succeed either.

🕸️The kids grew frustrated and all tried opening it leaving their tiny finger prints on that bag. But that until Uvogine te bigger one arrives and finally opens it.

🕸️The first thing they noticed was the metallic smell (in the dream I was kinda their but not their), when everyone hesitated so look, chrollo did. And god he regrets to this day, looking at the inside where his friend's remaining body was.

🕸️Too scared by what they fsaw they run to the orphanage and told the adult not know that they will be used to cover some higher up from the city and with enough money they will be accused of killing their friend and all end up in a specialised juvi ( cause they were minors) that will change their life's and ruin their childhood forever.

🕸️After 5 years in juvi They all come out, many of their friends died during that time many lost their minds. But they survived and are now 16 years old. They get accepted into the hunter association academy? I guess? And that's how they become the most feared students of the .

🕸️ And that where the self insert potential gets jucy. And that's where I get in the story. Apparently I killed my mom? ( we had an argument that night before I dreamed 😂). And that's how I ended up their. I was so freaking scared. But weardly some of them were nice.

🕸️Paku oda was mommy. Machi was kinda sceptical. Shizuku didn't mind same for korutopi, bonolenove and Franklin.

🕸️ Phinx was decent he is from Egypt 🇪🇬 and I'm from Algeria 🇩🇿 so African besties✨✨, we watch égyptien and algerian comedy some times and we speak arabic too. And the fact that some kings from my tribe back in time were faraones ( yeah 'cause I' m amazigh) so we get in preety heated argument about it some times, but over all he is fine. Same for nobunaga we bond over video games and samurai movies ( blue eye samurai)

🕸️But their tiny bestie just straight up hates me. He dispises me sooooo much. He tried to kill I think. Put poison in my coffee ☕ 😂.

🕸️ But the weirdest one out their is chrollo. I think he sees me more like a lab experiment. He follows me with his eyes in such a creepy way. He asks where I got who are my friends. Why am I getting along with hisoka 'cause hisoka was supposed to be the scariest he told me not to approach him cause he would kill me but then we ended up being the bestest of friends so I guess he was kinda jealous.

🕸️But anyways I ranted a lot. But this is what happened when I woke up I thought that I got into a coma cus wtf it's was a looooooooong one and it gilt so vivid a and real.

🕸️If anyone read thins and wants to make It a story or something please tag me the phontom troupe dorm is such a brain rot for me I don't know.

Anyways baaay

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yoo, could u do jealousy hcs for kurapika, like the ones u did for killua? i would prefer romantic over a platonic relationship with him though.

thank youuu

Back at it with the slow asks lol. You didn't specify if you meant the my yandere Killua, or regular killua headcanons, so I covered my bases and did both. I hope you don't mind!

Yandere

As a yandere, I imagine Kurapika to be very hellbent on reviving his clan and the eyes they were known for.

So, I can see him as a weird mix of vicious, and patient.

He'd be rather quick to anger when it comes to his darling depending on how determined he may be to bring back the Kurta clan, but that doesn't mean he'd do something like publicly attack a rival.

He'd have the patience to wait for an opening, or lure them away. All for the sake of not scaring his partner or getting caught.

Kurapika would very much be the type of yandere to not let his darling leave the house almost at all.

Can't have you wandering off, getting hurt, or getting lost, can he?

When his darling with his his child, that jealousy is made ten times worse.

After all, he has trauma surrounding the loss of his family, he can't trust anyone to not see the beautiful red eyes of his child and think of stealing them.

He may be patient enough to lure or manipulate a potential threat, but rest assured, they will be dealt with swiftly.

Non-Yandere

without the yandere craziness, Kurapika is not someone to get jealous easily.

Even if he's still hellbent to bring back his clan, he'll only do so with a partner he fully trusts. So, there's no reason to be jealous.

That being said, if he were to be jealous, he'd be a rather cold one.

He'd never blame his partner, of course, but he'd freeze out the assumed threat to his relationship.

If that threat were one of his friends, he'd try to talk to them and set some boundaries, but if it were a stranger on the street or at the market, they'd get nothing but a frosty glare and a passive aggressive, silent move so that kurapika was between you.

But, he tries his best to not be that way. He wouldn't exactly enjoy being suspicious of everyone. He gets enough of that from the anxiety and trauma.

When he does get that way, though, he wouldn't be keen to leave a partner alone with the threat.

He'd follow his partner around like a puppy, subtly guarding them.

All and all, he'd be conflicted as a jealous partner.

He tries his best to not assume the worst, but is also sometimes subconsciously petty when he gets that way.

#Kurapika Kurta #hxh #hunter x hunter #Kurapika x reader #x reader #ask #yandere #not yandere #headcanons

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And I have read your s/o is kurama jinchuuriki(hisoka, chrollo, feitan,shalnark,phinks,pakunoda,Machi,uvogin and nobunaga)and can you also make a s/o is kurama jinchuuriki but it yandere main 4,illumi and mereum

Here you go.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, delusion, paranoia, clinginess, manipulation, isolation, threats, violence

S/o is Kurama’s jinchuuriki

Gon Freecs

🎣Gon is naively friendly at most times and ready to help someone so he doesn't let the mistreatment he witnesses you enduring slide. Honestly, he doesn't know why those people are pushing you around like a punching back and bully you but he quickly steps in and shields you. There's a confused look on his face as he asks your bullies why they treat you so rudely since he has just recently travelled to this city, unaware of the person who is hosting a powerful demon inside of them. Even as your bullies angrily proclaim to him what exactly you are and that you're basically a monster, he doesn't understand them. He sees a person who is in need right now, there is no monster fox and that's why he tells the group to stop as he helps you up although you slap his hand away, not trusting anybody.

🎣 Soon Gon realizes that the whole town despises you whenever he catches you outside just coldly enduring everything since this is the norm for you. You look terribly lonely and bitter and Gon decides to change that. He's never been scared to approach dangerous people and you don't even strike him as one. He suddenly pops up around you and tries to befriend you. Obviously you reject him, perceive him as annoying but that isn't something that discourages Gon. He has a sunshine aura around him, sincerely wants to help you a bit by showing you that not everyone must hate you. You eventually stop pushing him away although you still ignore him. It's undeniable that he has started worming his way into your heart though. Deep down you do want someone you can rely on too.

🎣 He's so happy when he notices that he pushes through your shell, promises that he'll be a loyal and good friend. He spends lots of time with you but during this time his feelings change. He sees a side to you you're too afraid to show since you fear that people will use it to weaken you. You're utterly adorable though and he encourages you to let your feelings freely flow when he's with you since you can trust him. He grows more protective, exposes a more threatening side when he sees how people bully you cruely. Without a doubt he asks you at one point to come with him to a safer place as he grows paranoid with the amount of abuse you go through daily. He's sure that you would be happier with him too! Gon might even try to kidnap you as he doesn't believe that you would ever hurt him, not considering Kurama inside of you. If you have an amicable relationship with the fox spirit, Gon would grow to like him too.

Killua Zoldyck

🪀 He has turned his eyes away a lot from the misery of others due to his family but meeting Gon made him develop more empathy for others. He's completely unaware of the situation of the village upon walking randomly in it. He only knows that something is definitely wrong when he sees people shunning you out as soon as they see you. They instantly stop chatting and turn their back to you, some even call you rude names. It isn't until someone throws a rock after you that he steps in with frightening speed and catches it before it can hit you. You have a surprised look on your face before your face hardens and you turn away without even thanking him. Something on your face reminds him of himself when he was younger and he only finds out later that day what exactly you are.

🪀 Gon has been there for him and he feels like you need someone too who helps you to escape from your own darkness. Killua isn't sure if he can do that but he wants to try since he sympahtizes with you. He's less persistent than Gon since he understands that you don't trust anyone besides yourself. He just lingers around you and steps in when someone tries to harass you again, scaring them away. He doesn't see you as a monster since you're just innocent, he on the other hand has murdered people without having a demon inside of him so he sees himself more of a monster than you. Killua is weirdly honored when you slowly trust him and spend time with him. Most of the time he insists on spending inside since the chances to be disturbed here are lower than if you two would go to the city.

🪀 You are so much more behind that sheltered and stoic facade, refreshing and absolutely lovely. Killua can't help the feelings he develops with time for you, a darker obsession born out of sheer paranoia and protective instinct. He doesn't want to leave you alone since he just knows that someone will try to get to you again, stalks you when you want to be alone. His intimidation increases dangerously and the air starts suffocating one as soon as he catches someone trying to harm you. Believing that his actions are justified due to his love for you, people are bound to disappear around you. He tries to keep you isolated in your house until he breaks and embraces you in a tight hug, begging you to come with him. You shouldn't stay here, it's too dangerous. He tries to stay rational and not rash things when it comes to abducting you, he doesn't want to trigger Kurama inside of you. Especially if he knows that it would harm you if he comes out.

Kurapika Kurta

⛓️ During his pursuit after the Phantom Troupe, he stumbles onto the village where he meets the person that will change his life forever. He plans to stay a bit in here and regain some energy before he continues travelling. That's when he's hit with the gossip of the town as they feel the need to warn him since he's new. To stay away from you since you're a vicious person with a demon inside of you. Kurapika is not prone to fall for such rumors though. He doesn't even know that it's you when he walks around in the forest and sees you there. You ignore him for the most part since he doesn't distract you. When he sees you later in the city again as you try to buy something but are constantly rejected, he realizes who you are and helps you to get what you want. He's somewhat disgusted with the behavior of the villagers.

⛓️ He offers you to try to help you as much as he can during his stay although he understands why you're hesitating. He's not in the mood to mingle with any of the people in the village though now that he's seen their unjustified discrimination against you and finds himself hanging more around you when he catches you. He's not forcing you into conversations and lets you decide the course of the interaction. You two grow close as you mellow out around him and he softens up too, growing more protective over you. He stays longer than intended at first since he feels uneasy to leave you. It happens for the first time when you wind up injured because he wasn't there for a moment that he snaps at whoever did this to you and harms them too, you have to hold him back as he glares intensely at the culprit.

⛓️ After that he truly starts to break. Suddenly he grows overbearing, barely leaves you alone and refuses to let you into the village. He insists to buy you everything you need, makes a fuss over small scratches and dotes on you a lot. He's realized that he loves you and is terrified that you'll be killed out of sheer spite and fear by the villagers. He wants to take you away so badly, tries to guilt-trip you to leave together with him so he can bring you to a place that is safer and isolated. Kurapika blames the fox, even if you should have found a friend in him. He probably would have even considered finding a way to get him out if it wouldn't be for the fact that you're going to die if Kurama would be extracted from you. He stresses himself extremely out, more than you do, with the situation in the village and lashes out as soon as he hears someone sneering at you or getting too close to you. The fact that everyone hates you only worsens his paranoia.

Leorio Paradinight

🧳He might talk a lot about how you can have anything with money but it's no secret that Leorio has a big heart for others. He doesn't need to understand what is going on in this city, it's enough for him to witness how you're kicked out of a store you just went in and how people mock you and make fun of you. Leorio gets angry when he sees this, hastens to you to help you stand up before raising his voice madly against everyone. How can they just treat someone like this? He strives to be a doctor, has already certain knowledge and quickly checks the few bruises and injuries you sustained. When he dares to ask you why you're treated like this, you stare at him confused before you huff and ask if he's new here. He nods, a bit confused, and you just spit the truth angrily in his face, expecting him to fear you.

🧳Instead he looks at you for a few moments before saying that you don't seem like a monster to him, you seem actually like a nice person. The comment flusters you as you aren't used to such flattery. He honestly feels sick when he hears the talk of the citizens and watches how you're sheltered from the community. He's determined to let you know that there's one person who likes you though, spends more time with you and accompanies when you're in the village so that he can protect you. You're grateful and expose a tender and sweeter side to him you usually don't show others and that is what makes him fall head over heels for you in the end. He can't even begin to fathom why anyone would think of you as a vicious beast. This vicious beast might just turn out to be your sole friend too.

🧳The people in this place are clearly in the wrong about you. He grows aggressive and very verbal and loud at one point, shouts at someone if they made a cruel remark about them and if they provoke him, he might even be about to throw hands. He focuses on helping you to heal as good as he can too. He constantly tries to make you laugh by telling jokes or acting in a way not fitting for his age if it means making you smile. He's very sensitive so when you're upset, he's unhappy too. There's a lot of verbal affirmation together with caring gestures and quality times to make you hopefully feel a bit better. Leorio is normally not someone who holds grudges or despises someone but the people in here might just manage to make him go through all of this. He's very desperate to get you out of here, begs you to let him help you finding a new house and getting out of this shitty place. You deserve better.

Illumi Zoldyck

🤎 The only reason he comes to this mundane village is because he has a mission. His target just happens to spend some time in there too so he obviously follows them and stalks them briefly before he goes for the kill. That should be it but he happens to catch the stories going through the village about how you're a monster since a powerful demon is inside of you. Illumi has to admit that this peaks his curiosity, he never heard about something like this before. He starts stalking you a bit and quickly sees how you're made the scapegoat for everything. Even his victim is thought to be killed by you and honestly, that hurts his pride a bit. You're a clumsy commoner, you could never pull out such a clean kill like an assassion. He wonders wat your true powers are though.

🤎 Your precarious situation catches his attention as he's somewhat fascinated with how much you're hated and jeered at. He admires you for never crying about it though as you instead swallow everything down. Illumi even watches you when you're home where he sees a different side to you, a side he realizes with time only he knows about. That makes him feel good for some reason, knowing that he's the only one who gets to see you like this. Due to his moments with you, he starts feeling weirdly possessive over you. He's actually glad that no one besides him knows your secrets and has seen your softer side. Having him turning obsessed and possessive means the worst or the villagers though as every bruise and injury you suffer is effectively like signing a death certificate.

🤎 People are suddenly found dead everywhere and the village panics and turns their blame and hatred towards you again. You're terrified since you know that they won't believe you, you even start fearing that they might kill you. Obviously your silent protector would let that never happen but he sees in your fear a chance to lure you to him. He's careful though as he still hasn't seen how strong the sealed demon inside of you really is. If you can control that power and would submit to him though, he's sure you'd be a perfect spouse for him. His needles should help in an emergency. Extracting the demon from you would end in your death so he's cancelled that thought out for now. You flee before things can escalate, no real attachment to your old home. You don't even notice that someone is swiftly following you. Don't worry though, he'll introduce himself very soon in the bluntest way possible to you.

Meruem

👑 You've gone through so much shit in your life already as everyone hates you and wishes for you to just disappear together with the fox sealed inside of you. You've dealt with this your entire life, hold a huge grudge against everyone in this so called "home" of yours. Yet ironically enough when Chimera Ants start attacking your village and people are captured and killed, Kurama is the one who saves you. It's pure survival instinct and fear that unlocks a portion of the power you hold, something Meruem senses even if he isn't present during the attack. He later on demands from one of the foot soldiers to tell him what happened and they shake out of fear when they tell him that a human in a village attacked and murdered countless of the soldiers. Meruem tells them coldly that they should have taken you and for that have failed before he beheads them with his tail.

👑 Whatever you used, it wasn't Nen and that is bound to interest the king. There's another power besides Nen and he wants it. He orders his royal guards to search for you and also look into the destroyed village for clues. They return with the information that you have a demon sealed inside of you and Shaiapouf advices to be careful, something that ends in a harsh slap from his king since he isn't dumb. His inital plan to kill you are out of question, he wants the power of the demon and killing you might end in Kurama's death too. To his Youpi finds you and takes you to the palace, throws you in front of Meruem's throne as the kind demands you to tell him more about the fox and how to achieve that power. When finding out that you don't know how to get Kurama out of you, he imprisons you until he finds a way to extract the power from you and make it his own.

👑 He often demands your presence as he wants to talk more to you about Kurama or see a glimpse of your power. With time he eventually starts hearing your stories about how you were treated and how you can't even feel any sorrow for the villagers, you'd lie if you'd say that you have never wished them the worst misery ever. Your stories somewhat entertain the king so he listens to them. At one point he starts respecting your mental strength for never breaking despite all the abuse and that respect eventually turns into admiration and then into something much darker. Suddenly he wants you all the time with him to keep an eye on you, grows extremey hostile around Shaiapouf since the butterfly despises you for spending so much time around the king. The notion of you dying after extracting the Kyuubi suddenly isn't a indifferent subject for him anymore since he doesn't want you dead. The king wants to keep you.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere gon #yandere gon freecs #yandere killua #yandere killua zoldyck #yandere kurapika #yandere kurapika kurta #yandere leorio #yandere leorio paradinight #yandere illumi #yandere illumi zoldyck #yandere meruem

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skyyletai · 1 month

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LOVE IT

#hunter x hunter #kurapika x reader #yandere kurapika #kurapika kurta #kurapika hxh #yandere hxh

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winxanity-ii · 5 months

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KURAPIKA KURTA

╰❝𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓸… 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴. 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽.❞

🇰‌🇪‌🇾‌: ❥ = smut | 🔥 = heated/spicy | ✿ = fluff | 🕷 = angst | ✰ = personal fav

FICS

ONE-SHOTS

𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 | 🕷 ✿ ✰ | Fem!Reader / Hunter x Hunter!AU

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animerules898 · 1 year

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Love on opposite sides

Sorry this is my first fic please give feedback

Warning yanderes and non-consenting touching assault themes.

POV. Kurapika

It all started in the hunter exam

I had meet leorio, gon, Killua and Her

Y/n

She is the last kurta female.

I thought I was the last one imagine to my joy to find out that I was not alone. But I was horrified to find her in a awful place like the hunter exam she could get hurt, people could find she a kurta and take her away or worse the spiders could find her I can’t let them take her away . I Won’t let it happen

POV y/n

I have a bad feeling about this I thought as I walked back to the hide out I’m currently working with the Phantom troupe they are my family always have been always will be unlike those pretentious pricks the kurta who killed my parents for being enemies do to my father being an outside and an enemy of the clan they killed both my parents before abandoning me in meteor city I’ve been raised by the denizens of the place. The troupe recently sent me to go to the hunter exams I passed of course but that creep Hisoka and his needle headed whore were there. Don’t get my started no that blond creep he kept staring at me it was uncomfortable during the first phase he had no intrest in me. That changed in the second phase he started getting to close to me and started touching me muttering I couldn’t hear well with the other participants talking

Later at the end of the exam he kept following me. Im not worried that if he knows that I’m with the troupe I escaped him an hour ago. Took me a while but I used zetsu to get away.

Nobody’s pov

Little did the H/c know she was being followed when she made it to the hotel. As y/n made it to her room she ordered service since she was so tired. A few moments later a maid came with f/f and f/d.

Y/n pov

I looked at the maid and said “Thank you”. She stared at me for a few moment before she said “ Your welcome”. I felt tense but shrugged it off and ate dinner. I felt extra tired and went to bed. I thought I heard the door lock but it’s probably the maid leaving. I changed into my nightwear did all my rituals before calling the troupe and informed them that up I would be back soon before going to bed.

POV kurapika

She is safe at the hotel for now right now she’s asleep don’t worry I drugged her so she would not wake up. As I looked through her things I found a burner phone and some odd weapons… I also found some of her lingerie I took that and the phone with me. I sat down on the bed next to her stroking her curves. I moved my hand to stroke her face and then I stole a kiss and mutter to the sleeping beauty “ Soon we will be a clan again”. I must worry about the spiders first. But Hisoka says he wants to “meet with me” I wonder what that weirdo wants… to be continued

#yandere kurapika #kurta reader #meteor city reader #spiders #pervy pika #yandere hunter x hunter

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white-poppie · 1 year

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Play Pretend

Request: Hello! Can i request the main four and adult trio ( you can pick one of the groups if you're not in the mood to do two) with a friend or s/o that has an inner y/n? something like sakura haruno?

A/N: Hi nonnie, thank you for requesting and sorry for the late reply. I feel like I really deviated from the prompt, please forgive me for that. ANYWAYS STAN TXT FOR CLEAR SKIN~

Synopsis🍀: When your thoughts get the best of you, your s/o is there to ground you down.

⋆·˚ ༘ *Characters: Kite, Chrollo, Kurapika, x Gn! reader Genre: Hurt/comfort

☘ . *TW: mention of body shaming, overthinking, trust issues, severe mentions of anxiety (us moments bro), nausea

𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐞 (uncomfortable in their own skin)

A chronic numbness cast itself around you like a blanket, the skin that encompassed you, made you want to crawl out of it, into a different vessel.

So you stared and stared and stared at the person on the other side of the mirror, who managed to make such a beautiful dress look ugly.

Kite had picked the dress out for you with such an affection

You hated how bad and undeserving you looked beside him. He who's was crafted by aphrodite herself. The voice inside your head grew louder and louder and you felt smaller with each passing second, you just wished for it to go away.

Tears cascaded down like waterworks as you looked away from the horrendous image in front and onto the ground.

Whimpers to cries to sobs, you never noticed when Kite snuck into the room, how he panicked seeing you breakdown

"What's wrong, you dont like the dress? It's okay baby we can--."

"No!" You shut him off.

"No..." you said a little softer this time, "it's absolutely gorgeous, but I don't think it looks good on me."

"Hey, now where did you get the idea from?" He wiped your tears with his anime fingers, "you are the prettiest person I have ever seen and I am not saying it for the sake of saying it. I mean it. Every time I see you, I can barely contain myself, my heart goes all crazy when you smile at me."

"But the voice in my head tells otherwise," you sniffed.

He visibly tensed at your phrasing, thinking of focusing on it later, "well the voice is wrong. It's just jealous of how good you look." You bit your lips and hugged him.

He would fight that stupid voice for you forever.

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 (being uncomfortable in trusting)

You were the worst kind of human. What kind of person doesn't feel comfortable trusting their own s/o?

You add to your revolting and guilty conscience, Chrollo was the most respectful and caring man to ever exist.

And yet you couldn't help but be vary when his expressions morphed a little harsher than usual, the grip on his knuckles a little too tight.

You couldn't help, but choke out in fear. You couldn't help, but let your eyes gloss.

He didn't mean to scare you, it's just that bad of a man he is, brutish in his ways, dark in his deeds and twisted in his profession.

It all started with a simple lover's quarrel, you both were tired, frustrated and tired, and all of this happened in such a sudden spite. There was screaming, and shouting. He gripped the table too hard and then ran his fingers through his hair.

It didn't matter what you interpreted or how you interpreted, what was worst was that both of you were loathing your own self.

Chrollo's heart was crumbling like his childhood, thinking he was the worst scum of a man to exist and you were hating yourself for overreacting, you knew he would never lay his hands on you like that.

A conflicted and guilty sob left your gullet and before you could do anything, you were wrapped in the warmest of embraces.

"I am so sorry, I am so sorry," he chanted like a mantra.

You could always talk it out later, he had promised you eternity after all.

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐚 (Anxiety)

The dull thumping headache that clouded all the rationality you had pestered you. It wasn't every day you got to spend time with your beloved. his quest for vengeance driving him off to do unspeakable things.

Every day you woke up and begged for his safety like a military spouse, that is how brazen he could go for his revenge.

You were already on your third cup of coffee, the clock striking 2 AM, he was supposed to return in the morning.

Calls weren't answered, and texts weren't read. You tried diverting yourself by finishing your office work, reading a book, cleaning the room, and making food for him, but nothing could substitute for the void that swirled in your mind.

Your heart was racing, your stomach pitfalling due to stress, and nausea bubbling in your throat. You had already made two trips to the bathroom just because of the queasiness, but your stomach was empty and so felt your heart.

Your were feeling hysteric, tears running down in fear and hands trembling like you just had frostbite.

The sound of the doorbell pierced your ears and you ran before you could comprehend the safety issue. As soon as the faint hint of his tired eyes registered in your brain; you were hugging him like your lifeline.

"I am home," his cold hands embraced you like a warm blessing of an oracle.

As they say, birds always return home, and his home was you.

A/N: I feel like all my 'pika fics have a similar theme of him returning home... :,)

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