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[ihatealimore]

Lover, You Should've Come Over

(word count: 1.432) (angst, comfort)

Sitting alone in the dim room, Kurapika finds himself consumed by a painful wave of regret. His hands curl into fists at his sides, fingernails digging dents into his skin as he thinks about (Y/N). A beautiful woman with sharp eyes that saw right through him.

"I pushed her away," He mutters to himself, the extent of his actions weighing on him heavily, "I was so concerned about dragging her down with me... I didn't consider what it would do to her."

The memories of their past together begin to seep into his mind like venom spreading its poison throughout an unsuspecting body. Their laughter echoing through empty halls, the way she'd playfully tugged on a lock of his blonde hair whenever they sparred together. Each memory brings forth another flood of bitter sorrow that gnaws at the edges of Kurapika's already damaged heart.

"She deserved better," He whispers hoarsely against the icy silence that wraps around him, "And I... I couldn't give it to her."

The taste of regret is sour on his tongue, but nothing stings more than remembering how (Y/N) had looked at him when he walked away, pure understanding reflected in those knowing eyes. A silent acceptance that cut deeper than any blade.

"(Y/N)," Kurapika breathes out, the name slipping from his lips like a prayer. 

His gaze focuses on the empty space before him as if he could summon her back with just his longing.

"I'm sorry. I should've stayed," He murmurs quietly into the stillness of the room, shame lacing every word, "I miss you..."

A strained sigh escapes Kurapika's lips, his eyes dull and filled with sorrow, "If only I could see her again..." His voice trails off into a broken whisper, the words hanging stubbornly in the stagnant air surrounding him.

He would give anything to see those bright eyes again, to see her smiling at him so tenderly, to feel the warmth of her skin against his own. The pain plaguing him seems unending, spiraling deeper within his chest with every passing second.

His hand instinctively moves towards where he imagines (Y/N) might be sitting if she were here, an empty gesture aimed at filling a void he himself had created. He misses everything about her, her stubbornness, her recklessness...

But most importantly, how understanding she was, even when things didn't make sense.

"I'll do whatever it takes," Kurapika declares quietly as if making a vow to himself, "I just want another chance."

The blonde-haired man's hand hovers over his phone, a deep sigh leaving his lips. He contemplates calling her, the weight of his decision making his heart pound louder in his chest. His fingers itch to dial her number, a series of digits he had memorized by heart.

The screen glows softly in the dim room, casting an eerie light onto Kurapika's face as he scrolls through his contacts until (Y/N)'s name comes into view. Her contact picture is one they'd taken together during happier times, both of them smiling so brightly that their joy seems almost tangible.

His thumb hovers over her name for what feels like an eternity, every second amplifying the heavy silence encompassing him. The fear gripping at him feels strong and suffocating. What if she doesn't answer? Worse yet... What if she does?

"(Y/N)..." He says under his breath, steeling himself before finally pressing down on her contact information.

As he brings the phone up to his ear, Kurapika bites down hard on his lip. He can taste the metallic tang of blood dripping into his mouth but he barely registers it. All he can focus on is the rhythmic beating of a dial tone, a stark contrast to his erratic heartbeat.

His grip tightens around the device as every passing second becomes a harsh reminder of how much time had been wasted, how many words were left unsaid, and how many actions were done out of fear instead of love. His breath hitches when after several agonizing moments, her voicemail greeting plays.

But even just hearing her recorded voice gives him a brief sense of reprieve, grounding him back to reality from where regret and pain drag him deep within its clutches. It isn't enough though. He needs more than just echoes of her voice trapped in a digital recording.

Hearing the beep indicating it's time to leave a message, Kurapika takes in a deep breath before speaking. His voice quivers slightly, but he presses on, "(Y/N)... It's me, Kurapika."

He pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing.

"I know I'm probably the last person you want to hear from right now but... I miss you."

The words taste bitter on his tongue, an admission of guilt and longing wrapped together.

There's another tension-filled pause before he finally lets out what had been gnawing at him all night long, "Please come over. I need to see you..."

With that final plea hanging heavily in between them, even if she isn't there physically, he ends the call. His phone drops back onto his lap as he leans back into his chair, letting out a sigh full of uncertainty and vulnerability.

She may not come... But at least now she knows how desperate he is without her.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Kurapika had begun to lose hope. The silence is deafening and doubt claws at his insides with a vengeance. He spends the passing hours aimlessly pacing around his apartment, trying to distract himself from constantly glancing towards his phone.

When he hears a subtle knock echo through the room, the Kurta freezes in place, heart pounding fiercely against his ribcage as he makes way to the door.

Dread and anticipation swirls within him as he gently pulls open the door, revealing (Y/N) standing there under dimly lit hallway lights, her silhouette creating shadows that dance across her features.

For a moment, it seems as if time itself has stopped, everything silent except for their shallow breaths mixing together in sync before he finally releases an audible sigh of relief.

"Kurapika?" Her voice is filled with surprise, and before she can utter another word, he has already thrown his arms around her. His grip is tight, a desperate hold born out of fear that if he lets go even slightly, she'll disappear.

He buries his face into the crook of her neck, every inch of him attempting to memorize her, the way she feels against him, the faint scent of her hair mixing with the outside air lingering on her clothes.

A shaky breath escapes him as he tries to gain control over his racing heart, albeit in vain, because now that she's here within his reach again... He doesn't want to let go.

"Kurapika?" She echoes and the sound of her voice, so close and filled with concern, causes something warm to bloom in his chest. As she returns his embrace and begins to rub soothing circles on his back, he feels a few of the knots in his stomach start to unravel.

"You sounded... Unwell in your voicemail. Are you okay?" Her words resound through him, genuine worry laced into each syllable.

"I..." He swallows hard as he draws back just enough to look at her, meeting those beautiful eyes that hold nothing but sincerity, "I've been better," It isn't a lie but it doesn't feel like the whole truth either.

"I can tell," She replies quietly.

He lets out another trembling breath before tightening his hold around her again, not ready yet to fully face what's been haunting him for so long without having her close.

For now, he wants to linger in her arms. Holding onto her as if she's his lifeline, Kurapika allows himself to sink deeper into her embrace, her comforting warmth seeping through the fabric of his clothes and into his cold existence.

He presses his face further into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent deeply, "Just let me hold you for a bit longer," He murmurs against her flesh, hoping she'll understand just how much he needs this right now.

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere," She whispers against his ear, the softness of her voice flowing into him and further calming his anxious thoughts.

Kurapika's heart constricts at her promise, gratitude washing over him in waves. He tightens his hold on her further, as if conveying all the unspoken emotions through this one gesture.

He doesn't know how long they stood there in silence, time seeming to lose its grip on him as he simply allows himself to exist within this comforting bubble with her by his side... And for once, it feels okay to let down the walls around him even if it is just for a little while.

This feels like home to him, something he thought he had lost forever.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #romance #hunter x hunter x reader #writing #kurapika #kurapika x reader #kurapika oneshot #idk if this is any good lol #tried to be poetic

[ihatealimore]

Warm Bath

(Word count 1,756) (nudity, comfort, soft smut)

Upon entering the apartment, Kurapika collapses onto the couch, his eyes marked with dark circles and his hair messy. He huffs out a sigh, closing his eyes while rubbing his throbbing temples with his fingers tentatively. It had been an exhausting period away from you, and right now, he wanted nothing more than to relax in the presence of the person he trusts most.

"Kurapika, is that you?" You call out from the hallway as you enter the room, pausing briefly to take in his disheveled appearance, "You look exhausted."

His eyes open at the sound of your voice, a soft smile stretching across his face and relief filling his eyes, "Yes, my treasure," He replies in a tired tone as he sits up on the sofa.

Seeing you again after what he's been through eases some of the fatigue that he's feeling.

"Are you injured?" You question him with obvious concern, your eyes scanning him up and down and coming up empty.

"Physically, no," He responds, reluctantly continuing with, "Emotionally might be a different story."

You frown, thinking for a moment before extending a hand out for him, "Come with me."

Without a moment's hesitation, Kurapika reaches for your hand. His grip is slightly weak due to exhaustion but there’s a sense of trust and reliance in his touch as he rises from the couch, "As you wish, my love."

You lead him to the bathroom where you begin to run a hot bath. Gingerly, you start undoing the buttons on his shirt jacket, easing it off his weary figure. There's a quiet sigh of relief that leaves his lips as Kurapika leans into your touch. His eyes continue to remain fixed on yours, an unspoken appreciation glowing within them.

"You're spoiling me," He murmurs with a faint smile. 

"Are you complaining?" You muse knowingly, a ghost of a smirk playing on your lips as you unfasten the first button on his white dress shirt.

Your response brings forth a light chuckle out of him despite his tired state, "Not at all," He says with a slight shake of his head and softening eyes as he looks down at you.

"Didn't think so," You remark, removing his dress shirt gently before moving to unbuckle his belt.

Kurapika allows you to finish undressing him, albeit with a faint blush dusting his cheeks. The kind attention you're providing makes him feel comfortable and cherished in your care, "Thank you," He gently whispers.

"No need to thank me," You state tenderly before kissing him on the cheek, "I care about you."

"I know," He says quietly, a warm smile pulling on his lips as his eyes meet yours, "And I care about you too."

He watches you strip off your own clothing with a mixture of admiration and gratitude, his gaze soft as he takes in your figure. His eyes hold nothing but love for the woman before him. He thinks to himself about how he has always found you beautiful in every way possible. Your strength, resilience, and compassion are just a few of many qualities that keep him drawn to you. 

You climb into the bathtub, sitting down and offering him a hand. Taking your extended hand, Kurapika slowly joins you. He sinks into the warm water with a satisfied sigh as he nestles against you, his eyes fluttering shut briefly before opening to look at you once more.

Sitting behind him with his back flush against your chest, you run your hands through his blonde locks, "Is the water hot enough?"

"Yes," The Kurta manages a subtle smile, leaning further into your touch, "It's perfect."

You hum in response, continuing to run your fingers through his hair before reaching for the shampoo bottle. Gently, you lather some soap into his hair, massaging it in with care. The gentle scrubbing of your fingers against his scalp sends a pleasant shiver down his spine. It's an incredibly soothing sensation that draws another tender sigh from him.

"Tilt your head back a bit, love."

Compliantly, he leans his head back. An air of tranquility surrounds him as you rinse the soap from his hair, blocking his eyes with your hand to ensure no shampoo gets into them. Kurapika lets out a soft hum of contentment, your caution only making him adore you even more. He appreciates every bit of the care you put into this shared moment.

Kurapika watches attentively as you reach for a nearby sponge and spill some bodywash onto it. He feels the sponge glide over his skin, the gentle scrubbing helping to wash away not just physical exhaustion but also a part of his mental drain. He can't help but reach for your hand to give it a squeeze.

"Feeling any better?" You wonder, setting the scrubber aside once you're satisfied with your work.

"Yes," He answers sincerely, his eyes mirroring his words as they look deeply into yours, "Because of you."

You embrace him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder, "You've gotta stop overworking yourself, you know?" You chide him, though your tone holds no malice.

His eyes flutter close, melting into your touch as he lets out a quiet sigh, "I know," Kurapika admits in a hushed tone, the warmth of your body against his providing him with comfort.

"But you're going to keep doing it," You shoot back knowingly, "Aren't you?"

As much as he'd love to promise you peace of mind, he knows his journey isn't anywhere near finished yet. However, having you by his side makes each step a little easier.

There's a moment of silence before Kurapika finally gives a small nod, "I can't promise that I won't."

"Stubborn..." You grumble out under your breath, tightening your embrace on him.

He chuckles softly, tilting his head to the side so he can rest against you, "You're one to talk," He playfully counters.

"Maybe," You begin before remarking with a grin, "But I'm nowhere near as stubborn as you."

"That's fair," He laughs lightly, feeling a surge of affection for you. His hand reaches up to gently thread through your hair, his touch delicate and adoring.

"I don't think anybody ever could be," You retort teasingly.

He finds himself laughing along with you, his heart feeling lighter, "You might be right," He concedes, a bright smile playing on his lips.

Your face lights up at the sight, quickly pointing out, "It's nice to see you smile."

His smile widens at your words, "It's because of you that I can," He confesses warmly.

"You're too sweet."

With a playful twinkle in his eyes, he replies, "Just for you," Making sure to emphasize the last two words.

"Good answer," You say with a light chuckle before shifting slightly and leaning in to press your lips against his.

Kurapika raises his hand to cradle the back of your head, responding ardently to your kiss. The water lapping gently against your bodies is a calm backdrop to the passion igniting between you and him.

You pull away with an impish smirk gracing your lips, "Are you too tired to have a little fun?"

His eyes flash with excitement, erasing any signs of previous exhaustion, "With you, I'm never too tired."

"I was hoping you'd say that," You lean in to kiss him again, more feverishly this time.

His heart races as the kiss intensifies and he returns it with just as much fervor, his hands roaming your body. The temperature of the water might be warm… But your shared passion is definitely hotter. 

Kurapika takes the lead and gently turns around in the bathtub to face you, his eyes full of desire as he wraps an arm around your waist. He guides you carefully so you're now sitting in his lap. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist, crashing your lips into his again.

He meets your kiss eagerly, the taste of your lips setting his senses on fire. With a confident hand, Kurapika guides your lower body to align with his. The feeling of you enveloping him is intense, his hands gripping your hips as he guides you at a pace that suits you both. He buries his face in the crook of your neck to stifle a groan.

You can't help but let out a hushed moan of pleasure at the sensation, calling out your lover's name reverently, "Kurapika..."

The sound of his name passing through your lips in such a manner drives him further. His grip on your hips tightens as he begins moving, the rhythm slow yet deeply purposeful. 

"(Y/N)," Kurapika groans, his pleasure increasing when you lightly bite down on his shoulder. His hands dig into your skin, urging you to move along with him, each thrust becoming more assertive.

Breathlessly, you plead with him, "Don't stop..."

"I won't," The blonde-haired man grunts in affirmation, his pace quickening. His movements become more frenzied as he succumbs further to the desire coursing through him.

As he thrusts into you deeper, a carnal growl of euphoria escapes his lips. His eyes are alight with raw desire as he kisses you heatedly, matching the intensity of your movements. His rhythm grows more desperate and erratic as you and him edge closer.

"Kurapika," You moan against his lips, "I'm close."

"Me too," He stutters out his response, his pace only becoming more fervent at your admission.

Increasing his movements, he hits your sweet spot over and over again until you call out for him in ecstasy. Hearing his name from your lips in that state sends him over the edge. With a final powerful thrust, he releases deep within you, groaning out, "(Y/N)!" As waves of intense pleasure wash over him.

Kurapika wraps his arms securely around your waist, keeping you close as your ragged breaths slowly sync together. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, savoring these calm moments after your shared climax. 

"I love you," You breathe out in a hushed tone, "I missed this."

"I love you too, my treasure," He murmurs back quietly, "And I've missed this as well... More than you can imagine."

"Can we..." You begin tentatively, your head resting against his chest, "Stay like this for a bit longer?"

"Of course, my love. We can stay like this for as long as you want," He replies softly, tightening his embrace around you and pressing another tender kiss to the top of your head, "Thank you, (Y/N)," His voice barely carries over the gentle sound of water lapping around you and him, but it's filled with heartfelt emotion nonetheless.

It's now that he realizes he doesn't need to look any further. With you in his arms and your hearts beating as one, he knows he's found his home. You have become truly an irreplaceable part of him. Here and now, everything just feels right. He feels complete.

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[ihatealimore]

Btw if anyone ever wants to share their OC's with me, I love hearing about them!

#hunter x hunter #anime #OC

[ihatealimore]

Name:arthur rose

Age:12

Height:5'4

Nen type:specialist

Personality:cocky charming goofy funny smart strategic intelligent charismatic shit talker ruthless relentless a tiny bit vulgar a tiny bit arrogant random bold confident creative badass brave unapoligetic

Alligence:anti hero

Allies:gon killua kurapika leorio bisky

Enemies:tompa hisoka the ant king menchi

Nen abilities:creating black holes stealing nen from others can create weapons/allies from thin air can create clones can shootout nen from his hands can summon animals can freeze time for 30 seconds

Wow, that's really cool and very unique! Thanks for sharing this with me! :)

[ihatealimore]

you wanna see my oc?

Sure, I'd love to!

[ihatealimore]

how would 1999 and 2011 killua react to each other would they fight over the chocolate robots?

I imagine they'd both be pretty suspicious of each other at first given their characters. Maybe even seeing each other as rivals for awhile. But I could totally see them fighting over choco robos and not wanting to share them lol. I could definitely write a little scenario for this at some point if you'd like :3

[ihatealimore]

have u seen hxh 1999?

I have! But it's been a few years, I admit

[ihatealimore]

How would Kurapika react to finding out his girlfriend is being bullied, and she didn't tell him about it.

Some girls in my painting class are teasing and mocking me and my friends almost every day, and I need some comfort 😔

Awwe I'm sorry to hear that. I hope this helps a little! Sorry if the formatting is weird. I typed it out on my phone.

He steps forward, gently reaching out to cup your face with his right hand, wincing slightly as the chains hanging from it clink against each other.

"Who has been bullying you, (Y/N)? And why haven't you told me about it?" Kurapika asks in his typical calm yet strained voice.

He feels angry that you're hurt and hiding it from him, but more importantly, he needs to make sure you're safe.

"I wasn't… Exactly sure how to tell you," You shift nervously, averting your gaze from him as you're not ready to explain the full situation just yet.

"(Y/N), you can trust me. You should have told me sooner," Kurapika's voice isn't accusatory. Instead, it carries a hint of hurt and worry as he continues to hold your face gently in his hand.

"I'm sorry, Kurapika."

With a soft sigh, he pulls you into his arms for a tight but comforting hug, "You don't have to apologize, (Y/N)… Just know that you can always rely on me," He whispers reassuringly in your ear.

He decides then and there that he needs to make sure you understand how much you mean to him. The last thing he wants is for you to get hurt protecting his feelings.

#hxh #anime #hunter x hunter #fluff #Kurapika #kurapika x reader

[ihatealimore]

hey man mind if i reclaim some slurs next to your parrot

[ihatealimore]

Hi!! Just wanted to say I absolutely adore your writing styles after exploring the hxh fandom tags so I followed! ^_^

I only recently got into the series after like, a decade? lol and need to catch up on the manga buuut I really enjoy it so far! I went in expected to simp for the Phantom Troupe like Chrollo but alas, my friend showed me fanart of 19 year old Kura in a suit after he became a Zodiac and the rest is history lmao. I have many ideas in mind (I.e. brainrot) about that angsty, traumatized, touch-starved blond ^^: Kurapika c: Eren Yeager

You portray him so well! He deserves to be happy despite my brain wanting desperately to write for him with melancholic angst >:D lmao

Omg thank you so much! He is such a tragic character and the perfect character for angst but mine somehow always turns into fluff in the end hehe

[ihatealimore]

I’m actually always thinking of that “maybe I won’t die cause I’m special” tweet

[ihatealimore]

Side blog

Hiiii, I decided to make a side blog for my OC writings. They're mainly for hxh. If you want to check them out, here's the link.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #anime #oc writing #my ocs #my characters #my writings #hxh oc #hunter x hunter oc #side blog

[ihatealimore]

AAAA I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND STYLE SMMM!!🥰🥰 (feeding my Kurapika obsession)

Omg thank you so much! That means so much to me❤️

[ihatealimore]

Honey Whiskey

(word count: 2,135)

As Kurapika sits beside Leorio at the bar, he observes his friend chatting energetically while downing a mug of beer quickly. Occasionally, Leorio flashes a wink at the bartender or any woman who approaches the general vicinity of the bar.

Initially having no intention to drink himself, Kurapika finds his resolve wavering when Leorio brings up how (Y/N) would often join him for drinks. Perhaps indulging in one or two beverages wouldn't be such a bad idea after all...

"How's your drink, Kurapika? Do you like it?" Leorio prods him after finishing his beer and setting the glass back down on the bar.

Kurapika picks up the glass of whiskey his friend had ordered for him, examining the transparent liquid with an indifferent gaze. He takes a small sip, the drink burning down his throat and making his eyes water slightly, "It's strong."

Leorio easily became distracted by the bartender taking his empty glass and walking away. He turns in his chair to face Kurapika, hopefully asking, "Oh, do you think she would give me her number?"

The blonde-haired man casts a glance towards the bartender then back at Leorio who keeps trying to make flirty eye contact with her. He sighs lightly and takes another sip of his whiskey, "Leorio," He starts in his usual stern tone, "Your chances would be better if you behaved more maturely."

"You're so mean," Leorio pouts, crossing his arms petulantly, which was really only proving Kurapika's point, "Girls like me! I haven't gotten anyone's number yet but-"

Kurapika interrupts him with a smirk, "Failing to get any numbers isn't exactly convincing evidence in your favor, is it?" 

The alcohol was starting to loosen his normally iron grip on his composure.

"You'll see!" Leorio chugs down another mug of beer, earning a chuckle from his friend, "What about you and (Y/N)? What's going on there?"

Kurapika's laughter quickly fades at the mention of your name and his gaze drops to his own drink, "There's nothing going on," He responds stiffly, avoiding Leorio's teasing gaze.

"But she talks about you a lot and it seems like you guys spend a lot of time together," Leorio is quick to point out to him.

The Kurta takes a moment to process Leorio's words, his grey eyes flickering with surprise. He had never realized you talked about him outside of work, let alone 'a lot.' 

"She... Talks about me?" He questions slowly.

"Yeah, all the time!"

"Really?" Kurapika's eyebrows went up, a rare show of surprise on his normally impassive face. He takes another sip from his drink to hide the sudden flush on his cheeks.

As the night progresses, Kurapika indulges in a few more drinks, thinking he knows his limit. He was wrong. He finds himself thoroughly intoxicated, while Leorio roams the crowded bar, talking to anyone who will look his way.

A presence in the seat beside him and an all too familiar voice draws his attention, "Kurapika, I didn't expect to see you here."

He turns to see none other than (Y/N) smiling at him, your eyes twinkling with amusement, "(YN)," Kurapika greeted, a bit too enthusiastically and louder than he had intended.

His mind is swirling but he's able to recognize your voice instantly. How strange. He needs to regain control of himself before you realize how drunk he is.

"Leorio dragged you here, huh?" You remark with a chuckle, flagging down the bartender to order a drink, "Is that whiskey? I'm surprised."

Trying to regain some sense of control over his inebriated state, Kurapika responds a little more defensively than he meant to, "Leorio wanted company and... It's not bad."

"Let's agree to disagree. Whiskey is disgusting," You say as you take your own drink from the bartender, thanking them before taking a sip.

Despite his drunken state, Kurapika finds himself chuckling along, playfully stating, "Then I suppose it's a good thing I'm the one drinking it."

"We can agree on that. I figured you weren't much of a drinker," You muse with a teasing grin.

"I'm not... Usually," He admits as he lets his gaze drift towards you, "But it seems there's something about being around you and Leorio that encourages such behavior."

You can't help but let a laugh slip from your lips, "Mostly Leorio though, right?" You wonder as your eyes scan the bar, trying to spot him, "He wandered off and left you here, huh?"

Kurapika nods, more as a confirmation to himself than to you, "Yes, typical Leorio," He mutters with a faint smile on his lips.

"Very typical," You finally make eye contact with Leorio from across the bar, offering him a friendly wave.

A sudden, unexpected pang of jealousy flares up in Kurapika's chest. It's a new and confusing sensation that he quickly tries to dismiss, "(Y/N)," He finds himself blurting out without thinking, "I don't want you to look at Leorio."

He surprised himself with his burst of possessiveness. It seems the alcohol is revealing parts of him even he wasn't aware existed. But it also feels genuine. He wonders if this feeling has been hiding somewhere deep inside all along.

"Eh?" You tilt your head in confusion, your brow furrowed, "Why's that? Did he do something stupid?"

"No, it's just..." He hesitates before leaning in closer, his inebriated mind deciding to spill everything, "I want you here with me," He confesses, his eyes locked on yours.

Your eyes widen in surprise before a knowing smile forms on your lips, "Oh, I get it. You're drunk, aren't you?"

Caught off guard, he blinks at you a few times before laughing weakly. His face flushes more than it already was from the alcohol as he admits, "Hmm, maybe."

A chuckle escapes your lips at his hesitant admission, "I never thought I'd see the day."

"Neither did I," He replies, finding himself smiling back at you, "It's strange but not entirely unpleasant."

"It's cute, you know," You begin, "To see you act more open. And maybe even a little jealous?"

"Cute?" He echoes, his brows knitting together at the unfamiliar word. At your insinuation, his face turned a darker shade of pink, "I... Maybe."

No one has ever described him as cute before. And you noticed the jealousy too. Maybe it was more obvious than he thought.

"Don't worry," You reassure him, setting your hand on top of his, "You have my full attention."

He stares at your hand on his, his mind swimming in a heady mixture of alcohol and emotions. With a small nod, Kurapika responds softly yet sincerely, "Thank you, (Y/N)."

You take another sip of your drink, adding, "I'm all ears. We can talk about anything you would like."

He blinks at you, feeling a slight sobering effect from your words. He isn't sure why but he trusts you in this moment more than anyone else, "I want to talk about us."

Is this what people call 'liquid courage'?

"Us?" You contemplate, "What about us?"

"Well..." The Kurta begins, fumbling for words. His inebriated mind is struggling to find the right ones until he finally manages to say, "I suppose... How we feel about each other."

You're caught off guard by his words, speechless for a moment before nodding, "Sure, but are you okay to talk about this while drunk? I don't want you to say anything you'll regret."

"I... I think it's okay," He mutters, not quite trusting himself but feeling like he needs to say this, "I want you to know how much I appreciate your presence in my life."

Even if the words are slurred and uncertain, they come from a place deep within him, one that holds enormous respect and affection for you. It doesn't matter if it's alcohol-induced or not. These feelings are real.

You find yourself smiling at him reverently, the next words falling from your lips easily, "The feeling is mutual."

Hearing those words from you, Kurapika can't help but feel a sense of relief washing over him. He offers you an appreciative smile in return and whispers softly, "I'm glad," Watching you take another sip of your beverage, he bites his tongue in vain, unable to stop the next words from slipping out of his mouth, "(Y/N), I feel more than just appreciation for you. Much more."

"Much more?" You question him, echoing his confession. 

Kurapika takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the dizziness brought on by his sudden admission, "I think I might have feelings for you."

The words are out in the open now and there's no taking them back. As terrifying as it is, part of him feels relief, maybe because they were so long overdue.

Silence hangs in the air around him for a lingering moment until you look up from your drink, your eyes boring deeply into his, "I'm glad it's not just me then."

His heart pounds loudly in his chest as he digests your words. A smile slowly spreads across Kurapika's face, visible relief wrapping around him, "You feel the same?"

He never allowed himself to entertain this possibility but you have feelings for him too? It feels like a dream, too good to be true. Yet, it's real.

"Is that surprising?"

"A bit, yes," Kurapika admits, his honesty shining through even in his drunken state, "I didn't think someone like me could evoke such feelings."

You raise an eyebrow at his statement, wondering, "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean... Someone who is so focused on their past, and vengeance, and," He pauses momentarily before murmuring, "Someone who doesn't know how to love or be loved."

He has always been aware of his shortcomings when it comes to emotional connections. But having them brought to the surface like this makes him feel vulnerable yet eager at the same time.

"But those things don't define you, Kurapika. I like you for who you are," You explain, setting your drink down to take both of his hands in yours, "You're intelligent, stubborn, annoyingly so sometimes. But most of all, you're caring and kind."

His heart warms at your words, a genuine smile tugging at his lips, "You really think so?"

"I know so. You're someone that means a lot to me," You confess, squeezing his hands gently while maintaining eye contact.

"And you..." Kurapika begins, his gaze softening, "You're strong, resilient. You have this knack for understanding people that's truly remarkable. Despite your own stubborn nature," He gives a small chuckle at the thought, "You are incredibly patient and kind-hearted."

"That's very sweet of you," You respond with a smile, feeling touched by his words.

"You're beautiful, (Y/N)," He adds hesitantly, his heart pounding in his chest, "Not just outwardly but your soul too. The way you handle situations with grace and understanding, the strength that shines through when times are tough. It's all incredibly captivating."

It feels both invigorating and terrifying to be this open about his feelings towards you. But seeing you smile at his words makes it all worth it. You've always been his pillar of support when things get tough, someone he deeply cares about.

"I like seeing this side of you," You muse softly, "Drunk Kurapika is a real sweet talker."

Kurapika gives an amused chuckle at this, nodding in acceptance, "Well, I can't promise this sweet-talking version of me will stick around once the effects wear off, but it's nice to know you aren't entirely opposed to it."

"Not at all," You reassure him, "Though I do wonder how much of this you'll remember in the morning."

Kurapika lets out a hushed sigh, raking his fingers through his blonde locks, "I'm not sure. But if I forget... Would you remind me of this conversation?"

"Of course, I will," You agree with a nod before teasing him with a small smirk, "If you weren't so drunk, I'd be inclined to kiss you."

Kurapika feels his heart skip a beat at your words. He blinks, stunned and somewhat hopeful as he responds weakly, "I am... Not that drunk."

Your suggestion brings an unexpected flutter in his stomach. A mix of excitement and nervousness floods over him at the thought that you might want to kiss him too, just like he has found himself wanting on multiple occasions since you and him started opening up about your emotions towards each other tonight.

You snort out a laugh, "Oh, is that so? Can you say your ABC's backwards?"

"Z, Y..." Kurapika begins before stopping and groaning. His mind is too clouded to think clearly enough for a complex task such as this, "You're asking the impossible, (Y/N)."

"That's adorable," You reach out to ruffle his hair playfully, "I appreciate your attempt."

He gives a wry smile at your comment, swatting your hand away gently from his hair, "You're enjoying this too much."

"How could I not?" You muse with a laugh, adding, "How about this? I'll owe sober Kurapika a kiss."

Kurapika heart flutters in his chest, "Then I'll make sure to remind you of your promise when I'm sober, (Y/N)."

Even in his increasingly intoxicated state, this one promise from you holds a significant importance for him. A vow that brings forth an exciting anticipation within his chest. Maybe drinking wasn't such a bad idea after all. 

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[ihatealimore]

Moonlight

(word count: 1,751)

Sitting atop the hotel roof, Kurapika gazes above, immersed in the canopy of stars in the night sky. Despite the late hour, a sense of melancholy washes over him like cresting waves crashing against the shoreline. You and Kurapika had spent most of the day working together to recover a pair of scarlet eyes. Something he greatly appreciated, nonetheless, he was still feeling hollow. Empty.

The sound of the rooftop door opening doesn't even draw his attention. You sit down beside him, offering him a single red flower, "Rose for your thought? A guy was selling them in the lobby for Valentines Day."

"Thank you, (Y/N)," Kurapika takes the rose and brushes his fingers against its velvet petals. He lowers his eyes from the sky to inspect it closer before setting it down beside him. 

"The stars remind me of home," He admits without looking at you, a hint of longing in his voice, "Back when... The clan was still alive."

"I'm sure it must be difficult," You console him while hugging your knees to your chest, looking up at the sky.

"It is. You think you're accustomed to the pain, but then some days, it just hits harder than usual," He murmurs, leaning back on his palms, a constellation of stars reflecting in his grey eyes, "But I believe dwelling on past tragedies won't change anything. I'd rather focus on doing what I can to honor my clan's memory."

The mention of home stirs up old memories that are both sweet and painful. He can't help but appreciate your presence next to him as you had always been his pillar amidst the chaos. These conversations with you always left him feeling vulnerable, yet stronger somehow.

"That's a good way to look at it," You say softly, "I'm sure they'd be proud of you and all."

Kurapika lets out a dry chuckle, "I hope so," He turns to look at you, his eyes turning scarlet in the dim light of the moon. His voice drops lower as he holds your gaze, saying sincerely, "You're different from others, (Y/N). You understand what it's like for me. You've been there when no one else was. It... Means more than I can express."

The confession leaves his heart racing and cheeks warm with unspoken emotions, feelings that were always an undercurrent in your relationship but never acknowledged openly until now. Your presence has become something of a balm against old wounds, providing comfort where words often fail him.

You turn your head to look at him, surprise morphing your face before a soft smile dances on your lips, "Well, someone has to, huh?" You tease him in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"I suppose so," The Kurta responds matching your teasing tone. He chuckles quietly, feeling a lightness replace the heaviness in his chest, "Thank you for being that someone, (Y/N)."

Your joke managed to do what few could, draw genuine laughter from him amidst his sorrow. He feels a sudden surge of gratitude for this person seated next to me who has done more than simply understand his pain, who shares it with him and still finds reasons for them both to smile.

"Oh, look," You point toward the stars, tracing out a constellation into the intangible space above you both, "There's Orion."

Kurapika follows your line of sight, observing silently before a nostalgic smile touches his lips, "Pairo and I used to spend countless nights stargazing just like this. We had memorized every single constellation."

"Oh, so you must be more knowledgeable than me," You take his hand in yours, index fingers aligned as you point upward, "Show me some more."

His heart rate quickens, the warmth of your skin instantly spreading through him. He swallows hard but manages to keep his composure as he points your joined hands towards another starry formation.

"That's Cassiopeoia... And over there," He guides your fingers further right, "Is Ursa Major."

As you and him spot more constellations together under the night sky, Kurapika feels an indescribable sense of tranquility washing over him. A rare moment where he can forget about everything for a while and just live in the here and now. A simple act has never felt so intimate before, perhaps it's because he found himself longing for more moments that belong only to you and him.

After a lingering moment of silence, you hum in thought, musing aloud, "Guess we're pretty small in comparison."

"Indeed," Kurapika agrees, looking down at your intertwined hands, "In the grand scheme of things, we're just tiny moments in this vast universe."

Yet as he speaks these words, there's no trace of disappointment or despair, instead an acceptance and even a strange kind of peace. Their significance on the cosmic scale strikes him less terrifying when he's here with you, shining brightly in times when everything else had seemed dark.

"But that doesn't mean our existence is insignificant, (Y/N)," He turns to you with a knowing smile, "Just like these stars, each one of us has a unique light to offer and together we can create constellations."

"I like that. It's poetic," You say with a smile as Kurapika sets your hand back down, however, you keep your fingers intertwined with his.

"I must have picked it up from you."

Kurapika chuckles lightly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. He couldn't deny how right this felt, the smooth play of your fingers against his. He lets a contented sigh escape from his lips as you and him fall into a comfortable silence once more, your eyes drawn to the mesmerizing dance of stars above.

A peaceful calm that he doesn't often feel wraps around him. It makes him realize how much he appreciates these calm moments with you amidst the calamity of his life. Simply existing together under millions of distant lights. 

When you lean your head against his shoulder gently, he stiffens for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact. But then he relaxes again, adjusting his position to accommodate you better.

"It's a beautiful night," Kurapika whispers, matching the tranquility of the evening with his voice, "Thank you, (Y/N). For being here with me."

"No need to thank me," You reassure him easily, "I like being around you, Kurapika."

Kurapika's heart skips a beat at your admission. He swallows, glancing down to see your head still rested against his shoulder.

"I... I like being around you too, (Y/N)," He confesses, the hushed words tumbling vulnerably from his lips.

Flickers of moonlight illuminate the features of your face, those gentle eyes reflecting the twinkling stars above, that soft smile warming him from within. Kurapika finds himself lost in this moment, watching you with a newfound awareness. The vast universe seems to dim into insignificance compared to the captivating constellation seated next to him.

To him, you are radiant and endlessly intriguing. Like a galaxy full of secrets waiting to be unraveled. You're beautiful and elusive like a shooting star that left him enthralled. As terrifying and new as all this may seem, it feels inherently right for him to acknowledge these feelings towards you tonight.

"(Y/N)," He starts softly without breaking his gaze, "I..."

The next hushed words calmly slip from your lips without hesitation, "The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" 

His heart pounds loudly in his chest as he takes a moment to process your statement. The phrase was often used as a romantic and indirect way of saying 'I love you', something he had learned during his travels.

"Yes," He finally manages to breath out, meeting your eyes with resolute determination, "It truly is. As are you."

For the first time that night, Kurapika feels an edge of nervous anticipation creeping up, a surprising shiver running down his spine. 

Your expression softens further upon hearing his words, leaning more into his touch, "Think this is fate?"

"Fate, destiny," Kurapika muses gently, "I have never put much stock into such concepts before."

But as he watches your face illuminated by the moonlight and stars, so close yet somehow still feeling ethereal, he finds himself reconsidering.

He quietly confesses, "But with you. It feels less like chance and more like an inevitable collision of destinies that were always meant to intertwine."

This shared moment between them brings him closer than ever before to believing in something beyond facts or reason. That there might be some hidden threads tying them together despite the odds. 

You smile, one that is both his undoing and his salvation tonight, "That's... very sweet."

Kurapika feels a strange sense of satisfaction at your words, his heart beating erratically in his chest, "That's just how I feel."

"Kurapika?"

"Yes, (Y/N)?" He responds, his voice a low murmur in the serene quiet of their surroundings.

He moves closer to you, reducing the distance between you and him until he can count the number of breaths you take. He was ready for any question or request from you, acutely aware of every little detail, the way his name sounds when spoken by you softly into the calm night, how his heart flutters anxiously yet excitedly in his chest.

You lean in, your breath hot on his cheeks until your lips finally connect with his, soft and warm like a summer day. Taken aback for a moment, Kurapika freezes.

But then it all clicks into place, the way your breath had hitched before you leaned in, the subtle shift in your gaze. It was what he had been hoping for.

He cups your face gently with one hand and returns the kiss earnestly, an intimate dance between them under their curtain of stars. When his lips part from yours, he realizes he's never known true winter until now. You're peering at him with a gaze full of longing, something that's mirrored in his own eyes.

Kurapika takes a moment to gather his thoughts, still reeling from the intimate moment you and him shared. He pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around you securely as he looks back at you.

"I..." His breath catches in his throat and Kurapika finally admits it out loud, "I've never felt this way before."

The lingering taste of your lips feels like frost on a winter morning, cold yet indescribably beautiful, unforgettable. He feels strangely exposed yet safe under these glowing constellations. 

"Me either," You admit, your tone vulnerable, "But I'd like to explore this with you."

A sigh of relief falls from his lips at your reply. He wraps his arms around you a little tighter, pulling you close until your bodies are flush against each other.

"I'd like that too," He whispers back, leaning in to steal another kiss, slower this time, filled with promises of shared tomorrows and nights like these painted under the myriad colors of love.

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[ihatealimore]

Unexpected

(my first time writing this silly guy. fluff, gojo is insufferable. this is a one shot but i do have an idea for a part 2. word count: 1,782)

It had been a normal night so far, well, as normal as a night could be for the world's strongest sorcerer. Shoko made it a point to invite Gojo, Nanami, and Ijichi to the bar with her to catch up, though it was difficult to convince Nanami to join. While Gojo didn't drink himself, he was still more than happy to come with, satisfied with just having some snacks and melon soda.

"Loosen up, Ijichi!" Shoko prodded the stressed assistant, patting him on the back, "You should have another drink!"

Gojo lets out a deep chuckle, casually placing his hand on Ijicihi's shoulder, unconcerned about personal space as always, "I'm sure he's thinking that you've had enough alcohol for all of us."

"I was not thinking that!" Ijichi is quick to cut him off, afraid of Gojo potentially offending Shoko on his behalf, "Another drink would be fine."

Shoko wastes no time flagging down the bartender and ordering two more drinks while Nanami shakes his head at the sight. Nanami had also decided against drinking, sipping on a cold glass of sparkling water instead.

When Shoko, Ijichi, and Gojo usually went to the bar together, which wasn't often, this wasn't their normal spot, which is why they were caught off-guard by the announcement of karaoke night beginning.

"Karaoke?" Nanami quirked up an eyebrow as he looked over at the karaoke machine across the room and then back to Gojo, "Don't go getting any ideas."

"Awe, you wouldn't sing a love ballad duet with me? I'm hurt," Gojo said in mock hurt while clutching his hand to his chest melodramatically, "Maybe you'd change your mind if you had a drink-"

"No thank you."

"No fun..." Gojo mutters while sulking like a petulant child.

They continue chatting, Gojo spouting out some nonsense to Ijichi while he begrudgingly listens, which is quite normal for their dynamic. Their conversation is cut short by the sound of music reverberating through the room, a familiar voice echoing into the microphone. 

Gojo recognizes it instantly, turning in his seat to face the karaoke machine, his sunglasses sliding further down onto his nose, "Now, this is unexpected," He remarks with a wide grin as the rest of the group's eyes follow his gaze.

"Is that (Y/N)?" Shoko wonders, nearly spitting out her drink in shock, "What a surprise! I never imagined seeing her at a bar, and singing karaoke no less!"

Nanami nods once in response, "It is strange but she's quite good."

From what they knew of (Y/N), (which admittedly wasn't much), you were more reserved and aloof. You had been helping out around Jujustu Tech in your free time at the request of Yaga due to the uptick in cursed spirits since the arrival of Sukuna's vessel. Gojo's interactions with you weren't exactly limited, though you didn't seem interested in talking with him if you didn't have to, seemingly more focused on your work as a sorcerer. This fact didn't stop him from pushing your buttons, just one of the many things he was incredibly good at.

This new side of you that was unfolding in front of the karaoke machine was certainly not unwelcome. Not to Gojo at least. He kept a close watch on you, making a note to himself to tease you relentlessly about this when he got the chance.

When the song ended, the crowd that had gathered around you cheered. He kept his gaze glued to you as you made your way across the bar, slipping past people to avoid bumping into them. You approached the other side of the bar, flagging the bartender and waiting for him to walk over.

Behind Gojo, Shoko had already gone back to drinking, talking animatedly with Ijichi while Nanami took a drink of his water. The white-haired man watched as a stranger sitting at the bar made conversation with (Y/N). It appeared harmless at first, though the sounds of people talking and music playing made it impossible to hear their conversation. (Y/N) said something to the man and the next second, he had reached out, discreetly clutching your wrist below to bar while you glared back at him.

Gojo had seen (Y/N) in action and he knew you were quite capable, although he usually told you otherwise, but for some reason, he felt the need to step in. 

As he stood up and walked away, Shoko drunkenly called out to him, "Hey, where are you going?"

Without turning around or stopping, he waved her off, "Be right back."

Gojo crept up on you quietly from behind with his normal playful attitude, armed with a lie, "It looks like you're bothering my girlfriend."

At the sound of his voice, your life flashed before your eyes, nearly bumping into his chest as you swiftly turned around to look up at him, loudly exclaiming, "G-Gojo! What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart," He replied with a smirk, his voice dripping with amusement as he wrapped an arm around your waist. His icy blue eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses but they held a dangerous glint that was directed at the man who had been bothering (Y/N).

The playful smile on Gojo's face didn't falter even for a second as he spoke in a low threatening tone, "Now, why don't you take your hands off of my girl before I decide to remove them for you?"

The stranger lets go of your arm, turning back around to face the bar as he mutters, "She didn't say she had a boyfriend."

His little comment prompts the approaching bartender to encroach on their conversation, "(Y/N), I didn't know you had a boyfriend!"

Gojo's eyes gleam at the realization that (Y/N) must come here pretty often for the bartender to know you by your first name. Also unexpected. He casually places his chin on the top of your head, his large frame practically engulfing you from behind, his hands resting on your hips with absolutely no regard for your personal space.

"Well, it's more of a recent development," He remarked with an easy smile, "(Y/N) and I have been seeing each other in secret for a while now," Gojo continued with his story smoothly, "And we thought it was best if we didn't flaunt our relationship around."

'Now even the bartender thinks we're together?' You think inwardly to yourself, 'Just great. But that guy is still sitting there so I guess I have no choice.'

Your lips curve upwards to form a forced smile, begrudgingly letting out a nervous laugh and saying, "Yeah, we're super in love."

"Oh, sweetheart," Gojo gushed dramatically as he glanced down at you with an expression full of faux love and admiration, "You're always so shy about our relationship!" His eyes fall back on the bartender as he remarks, "She really is cute when she's embarrassed."

While you roll your eyes at Gojo's overly played-up attitude, the bartender chuckled, "Congrats! Your tab is on me tonight, (Y/N)!" 

After he walks away, you quickly pull yourself out of Gojo's embrace, turning around to face him, "What are you doing here? You don't drink so that must mean..." Your words die in your throat as you notice Shoko, Ijichi, and Nanami sitting at the bar, Shoko animatedly waving you over, "Everyone saw that and my karaoke set..."

You sweatdrop nervously as you watch your coworkers across the bar somberly, 'This is like a combination of all of my worst nightmares put together.'

"Well, I'd ask if you were inviting me with you for a private karaoke session next time," He teased as he watched your realization change to realization and then to shock. He snickers at the expression of horror painted on your face, wrapping his arm back around your waist, "It's not often we get to see our ice queen blush. Besides... You look cute when you sing."

"Ice queen?" You raise your eyebrow at him curiously, before muttering, "I hate you, but thanks for saving me."

He chuckled lightly, playfully bumping his shoulder into yours as he eased back from his intimate position, deciding it best not to push your boundaries too far, "Besides," He added cooly with a knowing smirk playing on his lips, "You should show your appreciation somehow. What about a karaoke duet? Just you and me?"

"Ugh, in your dreams," You scoff with crossed arms.

He shrugs, a playful glint in his hidden eyes as he teasingly tells you, "I guess you'll have to put up with my horrible singing for the rest of your life because I'm not giving up on our little karaoke duet."

"Maybe someday if you're lucky."

Your conversation was cut short by Shoko shouting at you from across the bar, gesturing for you to join them. 

Gojo chuckled, walking ahead of you towards them, "Let's not keep our audience waiting,"

When you approach them, Shoko shoots up out of her seat, hooting loudly as she shoves a shot into your hand, "Well done! You really surprised us."

"Oh, erm, thank you," You peer down into the small, liquid-filled glass, mentally pondering which alcohol she had picked.

"We didn't take you for the karaoke type! You're always so quiet," Shoko exclaims as she pats you on the back just a little too hard, almost causing you to spill your drink.

You wave her off as you defend yourself, "I only come here with my friend. She loves karaoke."

Gojo looks around exaggeratedly before his gaze falls back on you, an impish smirk dancing on his lips, "I don't see anyone else here with you. You don't have to lie to us, (Y/N). We're your friends, we won't judge you!"

You glare daggers at his playful, yet antagonizing response. Why did he always have to act like this?

"She went home early. Family emergency."

Shoko cuts into your conversation, pointing at the full shot glass in your hand, "Well, don't hold back. Try that drink. You'll like it."

You hesitantly down the liquor in one swift gulp, sticking your tongue out in disgust afterward, "Oh god, that was strong."

Gojo can't resist the urge to laugh at your reaction, his thoughts surprising himself, 'God, she is too cute when she lets her guard down like this.'

He catches himself before he says anything out loud that might give away his thoughts, "Can't handle your alcohol?" He teases lightly, settling back into his seat and taking a sip of his melon soda.

"You're one to talk, Satoru!" Shoko argues back in your defense, "Only Ijichi drinks with me anymore."

Gojo chuckles, shrugging casually, "I drink with you. Just not alcohol." 

As you watch them argue, you cover your mouth to keep yourself from bursting out laughing. You hadn't spent any time with your colleagues outside of work but being here with them now...

Shoko pats the seat next to her, interrupting your thoughts, "Come and sit with us! We can have another drink!"

Well, maybe it wasn't so bad.

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[ihatealimore]

so embarrassing to have a favorite character honestly. like yes that's my specialest guy 🙄 yes i have 200 photos of him saved 😑 if i don't look at him or hear him talk every 2 minutes i'll start killing the hostages 😕 i think about him every day. because he's my favorite. whatever