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duckymcdoorknob · 1 year

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bit of an emergency request ig 😅 can you please write kurapika reacting to sh scars and comforting the reader :/ take ur time ofc and only if u want to, love you ducky 💕💕💕

I hope that the two of you can find some comfort in this!

If not, please go ahead and request again!!

I tried to give it a little bit of storyline bc it was not to my liking when I first wrote it.

My dms are always open if you need help ❤️

CW BELOW THE CUT: mentions of SH, bl00d,

𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑘𝑎 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑎

He promised himself that he was with the Nostrades to get closer to the troupe.

He swore that he was there for his work only.

Until he met you and Melody.

He found a strange sense of comfort in the two of you, knowing that you had both faced issues and loss like he did.

What he didn’t know was just how badly your past had affected you emotionally.

It was a tense night, the three of you in a cozy hotel room. Your mission had been a stressful one, with you and Melody nearly getting taken by the mafia.

You were radio silent, sitting with your hands folded in your lap. You didn’t want to say anything to anger your friends, so you opted not to speak.

Kurapika looked up from his book with a sigh, “I can hear you brooding from over here.”

You blinked and snapped your head toward him quickly. “I’m not brooding. I’m just… thinking.”

“You’re thinking about what I said, aren’t you?” His voice was quiet as he shut the cover softly. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it. I just-“

“We were all stressed.” Melody chimed, tone laced with melancholy, “Don’t worry about it.”

The blonde sighed as he placed his book down on the counter. “Melody… do you think I could inconvenience you for (Y/N) and I to have a moment of solitude?”

The girl smiled, “Not at all. I’ll go see what the lobby has to offer. I’ll try to find that oatmeal you love.”

Kurapika bowed his head with a slight quirk of his lips. When Melody had left the room, he turned his attention to you. “(Y/N)-“

“Kurapika, don’t.” You interrupted, “I promise you I’m not mad. I just-“

“I can tell when something is troubling you. You’re feeling like you don’t compare to the rest of us.” He knelt down before you, taking both of your hands in his own.

“I don’t need you to tell me what I’m feeling.” You murmur, averting your gaze.

“(Y/N)-“

“I told you, Kurapika, everything is fine.” You growled, “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

You quickly stood to your feet, making an attempt to escape to the bathroom. You stopped dead in your tracks when a choked whine escaped your lips.

Kurapika had gotten to his feet as fast as you did. He quickly grabbed your arm, in an attempt to get you to stop. “You can’t keep hiding your true emotions from me. How are you expecting us to have full trust in each other if you won’t even-“

His words stopped abruptly as he noticed that his hand was warmly affixed to your sleeve, a sticky, red liquid stained the pajama shirt beneath his palm.

Your eyes widened as you stared at him, trying to avoid a physical reaction to the sudden pain. You opened your mouth in an attempt to clear your name, but you couldn’t find yourself able to do so.

When he finally looked up to meet your eyes, you noticed gentle flashes of scarlet on the perimeter of his irises. You mentally reminded yourself to remind him to take his contacts out.

But, at this moment you had other things to focus on.

“(Y/N).” Kurapika’s tone had drastically darkened. His voice was low and guttural, “Did they do this to you?”

“Wh- no! I-“ you sputtered over your words, unable to formulate a sentence. “No one hurt me! I promise!”

“Then please… enlighten me as to why are you injured. There’s no way that you escaped unscathed if you’re bleeding like this. Please tell me the truth.” Kurapika carefully pinched the sleeve of your shirt with his thumb and forefinger to inspect the affected area.

“Stop! Okay, fine! I lied to you!” You ripped your arm away, carefully cradling it close to your body. “I told you I’m going to shower, I’ll talk to you when I’m out.”

You carefully watched your blonde companion, studying the furrow between his brow. In an instant, he blinked harshly and looked up at you with remorse, as if he had just realized something.

“No… you weren’t lying to me.”

Why was he so mousy? What did he-

“They didn’t do this to you.” Kurapika gently took your hands in his own, carefully rubbing them with his thumbs, “you did, didn’t you…?”

Your breath caught in your lungs at the pitiful sound of his disbelief. Hanging your head in shame, you mumbled out a tiny “yes”

The chain user quickly threw his arms around your neck and hugged you tightly. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and defeated as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I knew that something was off. I-I wish I hadn’t been so cross with you. I regret every nasty word that I’ve said. I’m so sorry.”

You could only sit on your bed wordlessly, finally releasing all of your pent up lamentations.

“Please tell me what I can do. There has to be something that I can do.” He murmured. “I can’t believe I let you suffer alone like this… I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

You could sense the guilt eating away at Kurapika’s stoic facade. Expressing your forgiveness, you carefully hugged him back, burying your face into his shoulder.

The blonde carefully laid the two of you down on the bed, holding you close to his heart.

“It’s going to be alright. I don’t want to try and guess why you felt you had to resort to this, but I want you to know that you’re a great asset to the team. I know that earlier was very stressful, and that I said some things that I shouldn’t have…”

“I was quite honestly terrified at the thought of losing you. I know that you’re a mature person, and a damn good fighter, so you can hold your own. But something within me had me worried that I would never see you again.” The chain user admitted as he slowly ran his fingers through your hair.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t catch this before. You must have been struggling with this for ages. I promise I’m not upset with you, I’m just so worried that I could lose you if you go too far. Do you think that there’s any way that I could help you overcome this step of your journey?”

With teary eyes, you nodded, cuddling closer to him.

“Then let it be done. I, Kurapika, sole survivor of the Kurta clan, swear on my honor that I will do anything it takes to keep you safe and alive. I swear to protect you from enemies that effect you physically and mentally. I swear to be your friend, a shoulder to cry on, and someone trustworthy.”

“I solemnly swear that I will help you to overcome.”

The blonde was silent after his proposal, giving you time to reflect upon his words. It was only after a short moment that he spoke once more. “Why don’t we get these taken care of? I’d like to know the best way to tend to them, just in case if they take a special form of care that is different from healing our fighting wounds.”

You nodded and made your way to your feet, offering him a hand. The two of you entered the bathroom, with you sitting on the toilet seat lid.

For the next fifteen minutes, you explained the process for tending to the cuts, Kurapika intaking every word carefully and following the directions to a T.

When the task was complete, you turned on the tv and settled on your bed, Kurapika right next to you. “You’ll get through this. You’re strong and passionate, and I know that this will not be your final stand.” He interwound your hands, gently rubbing the base of your thumb with his…

When Melody returned from the market, she was taken aback. Ready to tell her companion about the surplus of oatmeal she had found, she instead placed her things on the counter with a smile, quickly taking out her phone and snapping a photo.

But what had she seen?

You had fallen asleep together, hands interwound, with your head resting in the crevice of his shoulder.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

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babydaddyleorio · 2 years

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Spoiled Rotten

Hcs of the Pariston Hill spoiling you

It’s safe to say that Pariston is loaded with a ton of money— by being the cunning politician that he is, of course. And because his pockets are so deep, whenever he’s In a relationship, he decides to spoil his partner.

Sometimes you wake up just to see that he’s gone and in his place is a box wrapped with sparkling red ribbons. When you open it you see that it’s something you wanted, whether it be the latest shoes or an expensive piece of jewelry. It’s always going to be something that catches the eye.

You get random notifications on your phone to see that Pariston has deposited funds in your account, always an amount that’s at least 3 digits. He later texts you “Did you like your surprise, love?” or “If you need more, just let me know.”

Takes you with him on business. He has you attached to his hip once you enter social circles, your job is to smile and look pretty to keep up appearances, of course. Though you can't complain too much since you get special treatment from everyone due to being the vice chairman’s partner.

Pariston always makes sure your self-care is on point. So you get feet and nails done, go to spas on the daily, and anything else you could think of.

He’s very materialistic and an attention whore so again, if he notices that you’ve been sad lately, you look out the window to see a brand new car waiting for you. Or if you’re at work, you’ll suddenly get a bouquet of roses on your desk that was shipped by him.

Sometimes he’ll give you acts of services like coming behind you to clasp the necklace, drawing your baths, or even cooking for you.

He also flies you out to different places. He’s taken you to France, Greece, etc.

— Pariston will see you standing on the balcony and step outside the sliding doors, his button-down still tucked in dress slacks.

“Are you enjoying yourself, dear?” He asked as he wraps his arms around your waist, and you hum in response while leaning your head into his chest.

“Yes, this trip has been great.”

You pause as you watch the waves crash in front of you.

“You treat me so well Pariston.” You say softly. “Thank you.”

Pariston smirks as he silently kisses the top of your head, squeezing your sides.

He had you right where he wanted you.

it’s so hard to write fluff for him, even when he’s nice he’s still the villain 💀

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kentofication · 2 years

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characters ; chrollo lucilfer.

synopsis ; chrollo lucilfer reads you to sleep.

genre ; fluff.

word count ; 0.6k+

this was your seventh time working overtime, and you hated it.

every time you came home it was a relief. but every morning, having to go back there, was dreadful.

of course, you never knew what it felt like to work so hard and diligently. but now that you know this feeling, it was awful.

the door creaked open as your sleepy figure almost crashed onto the floor, your hand still remaining on the doorknob. you put your bags on the wooden floors and took off your work shoes messily. "'m home," you muttered, pressing yourself against the wall for support.

chrollo peered from his book and took note of these actions. he wanted to get up and help, but he was just in such a comfortable position and the book and lamp position was just right.

chrollo shook these thoughts away and got up, only to be interrupted by your comment, "it's okay, chrollo," you slurred, walking over to him, "'m okay." he raised an eyebrow, "you sure?" you shook your head and plopped down onto chrollo's lap.

taking in the embrace of his warmth and comfort, you asked, "is that the book i got for your birthday?" he looked down, "yeah it is. i didn't have much time to read it, but now, i do." you smiled, knowing that he always loved receiving books for his birthday.

he was sort of a book-a-holic. his room was littered with—stolen—bookmarks and unread books. the shelves located near the walls covered in books that he had already read. books littered in front of his door, making it hard to enter the cramped room.

you shifted in his lap, placing your head against his chest and curling up into a little ball. "do you mind reading it to me?" you asked, looking up at him with doe eyes. he couldn't deny with that little stare of yours. he threw a blanket over you two and started to read.

he never choked on any words. hearing chrollo read was like a waterfall; words would just spill out and never stop.

of course, he would notify you when he finished a chapter just so you can catch up. you smiled whenever he made those little actions of kindness. kissing your forehead whenever he flips a page, adjusting himself to make you more comfortable, putting the book down to your eyesight so you could read along. chrollo was just so cute in those little moments that you have.

suddenly, your eyes felt a little droopy. chrollo took notice of this and started reading more slowly and softly, enough to make you fall asleep.

pushing back his disheveled hair—revealing his cross-shaped tattoo—so he can read more clearly, he planted a kiss on your temple one last time, and resumed reading.

you remember him making it to chapter nineteen or something. but, before you knew it, you were in a deep sleep. like a cat curling on their owners lap for comfort.

it didn't matter if you were asleep or still awake, chrollo kept reading and never stopped until he got tired. so, if you did wake up anytime soon, you would still hear those wonderful words coming out of his mouth. only for them to be stopped by a kiss—which he would never forget to deliver back to you.

chrollo didn't move one inch, instead, he pulled the blanket to your neck, embracing the warmth that the blanket had to offer. chrollo stopped on chapter twenty-seven before falling asleep.

his head was thrown back against the chair, hair covering his eyes, as your head was resting on his chest, hearing his gentle heartbeat as he fell asleep silently.

the book was occupied with a bookmark and placed on the coffee table. before falling asleep, chrollo wrapped his arms around you to secure you and make you feel safe when you slept.

he just couldn't keep his hands off of you, especially with moments like this. the silent ticks of the grandfather clock—which he stole—is what kept the house completely silent.

both of you two were unbothered by any distinct sounds. peacefulness drowned in the comforting house.

a/n ; for god help me please (this has to be canon, not even kidding).

#chrollo lucilfer #chrollo fluff #hxh fluff #hunter x hunter fluff #chrollo x y/n #hxh imagines #chrollo x reader

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gretavanheatabove · 2 years

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soft boy youtube time

hey! this is my attempt to put out some non-toxic feitan content. he is very special to me and i imagine him being very sweet and sleepy and hgjgfjvkj i hope you like it

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<3<3<3

“hi baby! what are you up to tn?” you texted feitan as you warmed up your car.

“playing league with phinx. come see me soon?” he replied in a heartbeat.

“bringing groceries love you”

“ik ;)”

“die”

“never🖤drive safe”

you chuckled quietly at his reply. you’d just left the grocery store before heading towards the apartment you’d been sharing with feitan and phinks while the owner was… away. indefinitely.

your tires slushed against the wet pavement, turning in the direction of your shared place. when you arrived, you scooped up your bags and entered the security code in the door, and a panel scanned your eye before the door opened with a satisfying click. kicking it shut behind you, you quickly unpacked in the kitchen and tucked away your reusable bags. the only item left out was a bottle of sangria you’d swiped from the upscale restaurant you’d been working undercover at.

you collected two of your favorite mugs in one fist, and the bottle of wine in another. well, to be honest, the mugs were already in the house when you “moved in”, but the previous owner had a cute collection. kicking your shoes off on your way down the hall, you passed phink's open doorway to see him glued to the screen, playing with feitan from one room over.

you opened fei’s door with a nudge of your knee. he sat hidden in his tall gaming chair, only the sound of his mouse clicking gave away his existence. in front of him sat 3 large monitors, which he liked to use all at once for some reason. the room smelled of black coffee and the toasted coconut scented candle you got him last week.

“yeah, they just got back.” he spoke from his throne. he’d probably heard the moment you pulled in from here, though you tried to be quiet coming up. you emptied your hands on your nightstand and made your way over to his chair.

“hey.” you pressed a kiss to his temple. his eyes flickered your way then back to a screen with a crinkle and his lips curled. “you want wine? sangriaaaa?”

his nose crinkled and he hummed. “sangria… so sweet. sure, i’ll have some.” he began clicking away again. “please and thank you.” he tossed in.

“sure,” you grinned, moving to grab the bottle and present it to him. he glanced over and in one quick motion, popped the cork.

you returned to the mugs, one with care bears and the other an intricate floral design. you poured them most of the way full and sat at the foot of the bed, by feitan’s desk. setting the mug down next to his mousepad you ran your fingers up his exposed arm. he wore a white t shirt and black sweatpants, his hair half up in a little bun secured with his favorite scrunchie. he shivered a little at your touch.

“how’d everything go tonight? did you have a good time?” you usually tried not to pry too much about his “work”, but tonight had been the first night of the auction, which he’d much been looking forward to.

he paused and reflected before replying. “it was okay. i didn’t get to do anything, but, i got to see blinky in action again.”

you smiled softly. “there will be another chance, i’m sure of it. how’s your match going?”

“good, though shal keeps cheesing like a pussy. yes, i know you can hear me. you’re a pussy.” you could hear shalnark through feitan’s headset, trying to defend his strategies.

you laughed and pressed a kiss to his cheek before laying down on your stomach with your laptop, your face at the foot of the bed. “well, good luck with that.” you sipped at your wine and opened up your browser to youtube, ready to catch up on your subscriptions.

feitan didn’t touch his wine for a few minutes, likely forgetting about it in the heat of battle. when he finally did take a sip, he smacked his lips and made a funny face. “so sweet. wow.” eventually, though, he adjusted and sipped more and more.

you grabbed a fuzzy blanket from the end of your bed and wrapped it around yourself, getting quite cozy as your belly grew warm and your head grew foggy. you giggled at the funny video you had on, the wine making everything sillier than usual. feitan glanced over at you and wished his match would be over already. he’d missed you all day, and could use some comfort after things hadn’t gone as planned today.

he looked you over, suddenly very jealous of how comfortable you looked all wrapped up in the blanket. your cheeks were a tone matching the rosiness of the drink in your hand, your eyes glued to the screen with a toothy grin. he turned back to the screen, and having lost all interest, spoke into his headset. “i’m out. best of luck.” he turned his pc off and stood to stretch his legs. he gave his torso a twist to crack his back, rolled his head side to side, and finished his first mug of wine. he moved to the table the bottle was set on and topped his care bears mug off.

he plopped down next to you in bed, laying his head on you as his eyes found the screen. he took a deep breath and let it go. “what are we watching?”

you rattled off the title of the video playing, “okay but does your keyboard sound as wet as your girlfriend at my house last night?” you both giggled at this, his bun loosening in a beautifully messy way. the video was over in a moment, and he pointed to the sidebar.

“oh, play that.” he moved to show you what he wanted, but in order to prevent his wine from sloshing, couldn’t reach far enough. he began chugging to remedy this issue.

“what, the sims speed build?” you suggested, giggling as he finished off his drink.

“no, no, that one.” he reached over and pointed to ‘jujutsu kaisen but there’s no context’. you clicked on it and it began to play. his fingers quickly found your scalp as he began to massage it. he had really missed you today, and though he may not be quick to admit it, he had been waiting for you to come comfort him after his rough day. he had really adjusted to everything going the way he wanted, so it was really bumming him out.

you melted into his touch as you both cracked up at “nice pitch!” you sipped at your drink and your eyes fluttered shut. the pads of his fingers moved with the perfect amount of pressure, never scratching or hesitating in his movements. he wanted your comfort, but instead of asking, he simply offered it to you instead. he was feeling very warm and fuzzy inside, cracking a big smile and nuzzling his head into you.

“missed you so much today,” he mumbled, removing his fingers from your hair. the absence was cold, so you turned to face him. his cheeks glowed pink, his lips curled up revealing his front teeth. receiving his affection was always heartwarming. it’s an honor to be one of the people he opens up to, and definitely one of the only people to see his teeth. they were quite nice teeth, the bottom row was charmingly crooked and there was a very slight gap between the front two. nothing you would notice from far away.

“i missed you too, buddy!” you leaned in and kissed softly, tasting his strawberry chapstick. his tongue flicked over your lip and you parted them, allowing yourself to taste the sweet wine on his soft tongue. he sighed contentedly and pulled away.

“we should finish that bottle.” he rolled onto his back to reach out for the wine on the nightstand, his knees bent and feet up in the air. gripping the neck of the bottle, feitan rolled back and took a sip before passing it to you. your fingers grazed over his in accepting the wine and they caught your stare for a moment. yes, he’s done some pretty horrible things with those hands, but they look so lovely wrapped around the cool glass, among other things…

it was your turn to sip when suddenly feitan released another contented sigh, this one much bigger than the last. his eyelids were heavy over his eyes, but he was determined to stay up as late as he could with you. feitan leaned over to pick another video, an older bjork music video. he was quite a big fan of her work and had seen each video a handful of times, but he still liked to revisit. you passed the bottle back and forth over a couple of her music videos, and the sweet drink quickly disappeared. the only trace being the empty glass and the way you’d lean into each other, cheeks pink and teeth sparkling.

eventually, you had stopped paying attention to the screen and instead nuzzled into the soft cotton of his t-shirt. he draped an arm over your back and pulled you close, catching the scent of your shampoo. he hummed happily, grateful to be so warm, in a soft bed, with a soft person who cared so much for him. it wasn’t too often he could feel so relaxed and let his guard down, but the wine and your presence always helped him to turn off his “work brain”, as he called it.

and so, retinas burning from the full brightness of the screen in front of him, he fell asleep.

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anime-fan-05 · 7 months

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KilluGon ~Sweet~

Manga/anime: Hunter x Hunter

Warnings: nothing

Requested by: @unicornducktape

Gon wasn't great at cooking, but he wanted to prepare a chocolate cake for Killua's birthday. So, he had asked Alluka to keep Killua away from their home for a few hours.

"It's too difficult!"

Gon's mission was failing: Killua should have returned at that moment and he hadn't finished making an unburned cake yet.

Their kitchen was in total disarray, full of smoke and burnt cakes and Gon was hopeless: he wouldn't have been able to make the cake and he didn't even have enough time to buy a present to Killua, since he had only remembered that morning his birthday would be the next day.

"What kind of boyfriend am I if I can't even remember my boyfriend's birthday?"

~ 🩵💚 ~

"Gon, why does the house smell of smoke?" Killua had arrived.

"What are you doing? The kitchen is a disaster! This is why I don't let you cook!"

"Sorry, Killua! I was only trying to prepare you a birthday cake..." His surprise was ruined: Gon was going to cry.

"F-for me? B-baka! You didn't have to- Huh? Are you crying?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise! I know I can't cook, but I forgot about your birthday and didn't have time to buy you a gift, so I thought I should have made you a cake! I asked your sister to keep you away from home for a couple of hours and I thought I could make you a cake, but I couldn't. And now it's all ruined!"

Killua was embarrassed and moved: no one had ever prepared anything for his birthday. So, he made a decision: "Gon, make it together."

"But it's your birthday!"

"Baka, there's no better birthday gift than doing something with you."

So, the two started to prepare Killua's birthday cake.

~ 🩵💚 ~

They finished at night, so they decided to watch a film together.

Gon was so tired he fell asleep halfway through the film, curled up against Killua.

"Thank you for always being with me. Gon, I love you very much."

This was my first ship oneshot, sorry if the characters were OOC! I hope you liked it anyway.

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#hunter x hunter #killugon #Hunter x Hunter fluff #hunter x hunter killua #hunter x hunter gon

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thedancefloorsilly · 1 year

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Hey can do dating killua x reader headcanons please

𐐪♡︎₊˚ killua dating headcanons

i could have sworn ive done something like this!! omg i havent written in a good minute so i might be rusty lollll. but yes ask and you may receive, lovely

- killua can definitely start off the relationship feeling a little awkward. These experiences are new to him, and he doesn't really know how to navigate being in a relationship. but just because it might take him a bit to get more comfortable, this doesn’t deny how much he really likes you.

- you and killua's relationship is mainly built off the new experiences you build together. You guys love trying out new things, exploring different places and cities, and will practically do anything as long as it's together.

- killua is gets a little shy with physical affection and PDA, both receiving and giving. expect him to be a blushing mess when you sneak up behing him and give him a bunch of random hugs and kisses (he litterally turns red like a tomato)!!

- but OMG when you guys are alone his favorite thing to do is cuddle. killua literally becomes like a cat snuggling next to you. you guys dont even have to be talking either, all that matters is that you’re both in each other’s presence.

- you’re probably gonna be the only person he’ll share his chocorobots with!! the only thing is that he’ll probs just give you small pieces... (at least its something right??).

- killua will always look his best for your dates. yes he likes to dress, but especially when he’s doing something with you!

- i feel like killua loooooves when you scratch his head lollll. he can practically fall asleep when you’re doing it, especifally if his head is laying on your lap. one minute you guys can be talking, and the next?? killua’s already asleep.

- if you don’t know how to already, killua will try to teach you how to ride a skateboard. he might (definitely will*) tease you if you accidentally stumble a little, but nonetheless he means it with love <33

- if you DO know how to ride a skateboard, then you and him love to go skating around the town, especially in the evening when the sun is starting to set :)) consider it like a little date between the two of you <33

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aarcanechaoss · 1 year

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2. Lavender Bones

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It’s time to move to the dorms and Sayomi already misses her brother and aunt, at least her new friends are there to help.

This is set in their first year

Saturday, the day everyone moves into their dorms. The UA first years will officially be on campus and Sayomi was feeling a little nervous and Gon could tell. As her younger brother he felt it was important that she knew he could take care of himself and Aunt Mito.

Each morning since the beginning of school he would make her snacks to take to school, he’d made a charm for her and started making a small photo album of the three of them for her to look at when she feels lonely. He was a good brother and he knew it because Sayomi always told him.

>> The day prior <<

“Gon is Sayomi moving into the UA dorms tomorrow?” Gon’s best friend Killua asked as they walked to the Freecss household- Killua typically came over to do homework and have dinner on Fridays.

“Oh yeah she is.” Gon smiled. “Is Illumi?”

“Yeah. I think he and Sayomi are in the same class actually.” Killua said with a shrug. “He was talking about her and a few others yesterday at dinner.”

“Good things I hope… though it is Illumi so I won’t be surprised.” A new voice called making the boys jump and yell.

“Mimi you scared me.” Gon pouted giving his sister a light punch as she ruffled both their hair. “Is it true that Illumi is in your class?”

“Sadly yes I have to see his face every day..” she said dramatically.

“I’m surprised you haven’t thrown anything at him yet.” Killua snickered- bringing up a memory from when they were younger and she began throwing Illumi’s pins back at him… good times, good times.

“Why do you have a rivalry with him anyway?” Gon asked while scratching at his chin.

“I dunno he doesn’t like me and I don’t like him that’s kind of all there is too it. Mostly because he treats Kill in a shitty way.”

“Everyone in my house does except my grandparents.” Killua said with a shrug.

“Now that won’t do.” She gasped using her quirk to pull the boys into a hug with her. “We shall go home do homework and then watch a pre quirk movie… let’s go!!”

>> Saturday <<

The last box was in the UA moving van and all of the Freecss could safely say they would miss each other- sure she’d come to visit every other weekend but it’s hard being away from family for so long.

“We’ll miss you Mimi.” Gon said hugging him sister tight, Killua only giving her a fist bump before stalking back towards his family home (around the corner in quite the extravagant home compared to the Freecss humble apartment).

“Hey, I’ll miss you too. We’ll see each other every other weekend so I’ll still be around.” Sayomi says, jumping a little as Aunt Mito grasps her in a tight hug as well.

“Oh sweetie I’m so proud.” Their Aunt says, smiling softly- definitely having no tears in her eyes as she did.

The mover honked his horn, signalling for her to go. It was time.

“I love you both. Message me every day and call me on weekends!” Sayomi yelled as she rushed into the passenger seat, waving at her small family as she leaves.

Time for her adventure to start.

>>Dorms<<

It was amusing in a way, seeing everyone shuffle around to find their dorm room and make sure they had all of their belongings. Sayomi was aware she was the only one who’d actually come via moving van but that’s because Aunt Mito didn’t have a car and none of them had anyone to drive them (well technically she could have come with Illumi but that’s beside the point).

Pulling out her belongings and placing them under a sign with her name on it she sighed. This would be a long process; she could already tell.

“Freecss.” The brunette spun around to be faced with Illumi of all people.

“Zoldyuck.” She responded.

“May I help you bring your items to your dorm- I have already finished.”

Sayomi paused… and then she blinked slowly.

“You? You want to help me?”

“Yes. Is this a problem?” The boy’s empty eyes seemed… confused almost? She wasn’t sure.

“Considering we aren’t particularly amicable I am surprised.” She answered.

“My father suggested it.” Illumi responded. “He said you and I should attempt to be cordial for the sake of our brothers… and becoming heroes. You would make a valuable ally with your quirk.”

Sayomi blinked again.

“Okay yeah whatever. We can friendly I suppose.” She sighed. “You can grab the box labelled school.”

“Understood.” Illumi said before reaching for the large cardboard box. “Do you know where your room is yet?”

“No I hadn’t looked at the chart yet I just got here.”

“She’s on my floor.” A new voice called, turning again this time to see Hisoka grinning as he made his way over, Chrollo right beside him.

“Same with me, floor three.” Chrollo added. “I believe you will be Machi’s neighbour.”

“Pink haired girl in seat one right?” Sayomi questioned. Chrollo nodded.

“Yes that’s her. May we help you with your boxes too? We’ve already put ours away.”

“You don’t want to unpack them all?” She asks.

“We can help you bring these upstairs before we do that.”

“What Chrollo said.” Hisoka grinned as he was grabbing her box labelled desk and misc.

Chrollo grabbed one of her clothing boxes while she grabbed the other, leaving only her suitcase left- which Hisoka offered to take as well (apparently her desk and miscellaneous box was light anyway… it was not light considering all the crap thrown in there).

“You didn’t bring much.” Illumi noted as they walked inside- taking note of where her room was as they did.

“It’s enough for now. If I need anything I’ll get a note and go back home.” She answers as they step into the elevator.

“Is there a reason you don’t have much?” Hisoka asks.

“Unlike Pin boy here I’m not rich.” Is her response. One the pink haired teen nodded at.

“He does have an unfathomable amount of wealth doesn’t he?” Hisoka snickered, earning himself an emotionless glance. “Honestly if I had that much money I’d buy a shit tone of gum and candy.”

“Gum and candy?” Sayomi found herself asking and almost immediately regretting it- she’d barely known these boys for a short period of time but she learnt fast that Hisoka liked the sound of his own voice… though he wasn’t the worst in that regard- just weird.

“When I was younger my favourite brands of candy and gum got discontinued and I was so excited to have a quirk that seemed so similar to it- hence my quirks name Bungee Gum and having a power up I have called Texture surprise stupid names but they make sense.” Hisoka admits as he stares at the elevator doors.

“Huh guess I can’t say much.. my quirk is called Tug of War because when I first got it, it was a super weak form of Telekinesis.” She hums, acknowledging his story with her own little bit of fondness. That didn’t mean she found him comfortable to be around, he still got well into her personal space and she can tell even now he’ll do that considering he knows where her dorm room is.

“Mine is called Pins and Needles.” Illumi added, as blunt as ever.

“What about you Chrollo?” Hisoka grinned, now leaning back towards the bandana wearing teen.

“Mine is called Skill Hunter I can copy quirks and as long as they go in my book I can hold onto them for as long as possible… so I suppose I can hunt for quirks.” Chrollo mused. “Sayomi your quirk seems interesting I’d love to hear more about it.”

Sayomi laughed at that. She doubted it was that interesting being simple telekinesis.

“It’s just telekinesis, nothing special.” She said just as the doors slid open.

“I disagree telekinesis is quite powerful and you must have a large range considering the quirk assessment test Mr Shinsou gave us.” Chrollo added, gliding forward to meet her pace.

“I suppose?” She said quietly, face pressing into the box to hide her reddening face.

After a moment of silence, silence Sayomi was thankful for, they reached what would be her dorm room. Her name was placed in the slot on the door, Sayomi Freecss, in bold lettering.

She sighed, Sayomi didn’t want her last name to define her- and if anyone here did recognise it she would deny any relation to the bastard that was her and Gon’s father.

“Sayomi?” Hisoka poked her from her stupor with a weirdly innocent looking expression- he almost seemed worried for her.

“Sorry. It’s weird is all. I’m used to living with my Aunt and Brother.” She answers with an awkward grin.

“The brother that’s friends with Killua right?” Hisoka asked. She nods.

“The one and only.” She replies, dorm room door swinging open as she presses against it.

The room wasn’t bad. She had a bed, desk with a chair, draws and wardrobe, it was more space than her room back home at least.

“The rooms are small.” Illumi said, voice as usual void of any emotion or care.

“This is big compared to my room back home.” She tutted. Illumi only hummed in response.

“They are good rooms.” Chrollo stated. “Hisoka and I are around the other side, Illumi is on the second floor.”

“Cool.” Sayomi responded as she pushed her box onto the unmade bed before opening it and pulling out what the boys noted was sheets and blankets.

“Let me help.” Chrollo says placing his box on the ground beside Illumi and Hisoka’s- who had dragged her suitcase towards the far corner of the room.

Chrollo was quick in pulling at the sheets, placing the cover on the mattress with ease before helping her tuck her sheet into the bed frame as well, leaving Sayomi to pull on pillow covers and throw the quilt over the bed.

“Well that’s done.” She laughed. “I’ve never seen a bed made so fast.”

“Ah I figured you’d want to sit down before actually unpacking.” The dark haired teen said scratching the back of his neck.

“Hey question.” Hisoka interrupted, having the three others look at him expectantly. “You guys know what hero names you want to have yet?”

“I haven’t thought of one.” Sayomi answered first, shrugging as she continued. “Maybe Kinetic? But I dunno, telekinesis quirks are hard to give a hero name too.”

“Kinetic sounds cool.” Hisoka answered with his usual wide grin, the star and tear on his face seeming to crinkle as he did. “I’m thinking The Magician.”

“Why?” Illumi asked.

“Well besides my Bungee Gum and Texture Surprise I quite like my cards.” The red head shrugged.

“Nah I can see it.” Sayomi adds.

“I have not thought of a name. Perhaps something similar to pro hero Phantom Thief.” Chrollo spoke up. “As you said it’s hard to find a name for my quirk.”

“My mother suggested Hypnos.” Illumi added.

“Like the god of sleep?” Hisoka asked.

“Yes. Since I can use the pins to manipulate anything I had found that people tend to fall asleep and act more like dolls than anything so Hypnos could work.”

“Yeah I don’t see why not.” Sayomi shrugged. “Anyway, you guys should go get your dorms sorted, I’ll probably only take out my necessities and organise the rest over time anyway. Plus I need to call my Aunt and brother.”

“Oh yes. I apologise for encroaching on your room.” Chrollo said, bowing deeply as he did.

“It’s fine.” She laughed.

“Well I’m not sorry. I hope you know I plan to annoy you to no end.” Hisoka teased. Sayomi only rolled her eyes.

“I shall see you around.” Illumi said before vanishing out the door.

“Good chat.” She snorted. “Anyway I’ll see you guys at lunch.”

“Alright then.” Hisoka groaned before offering her a cheeky smile as he guided Chrollo out of the room- her door swinging shut behind them.

With a groan Sayomi flopped onto her bed, phone in hand as she sent a text to her aunt saying she was there and safe.

This would be an interesting year; she had no doubts about that- but alas she would make do and become a hero worthy of her little brother.

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After five long days! My promised super fluffy HXH fic!!!

PS: Kurapika and Leorio could be seen as dating, but they also could not be! It’s up to you! 💓

Slip of the Tongue

Ships: NONE DO NOT TAG AS SHIP OR I’LL EAT YOU.

Warnings: Brief mentions of a nightmare, H*soka mention, injury mentions, super fluff aside from that.

Prompt: He never means to say it, it just happens. He could never seem to catch himself before it happened, until the one day he truly wanted to say it.

The five times Gon accidentally calls Leorio “dad” and the one time he meant to.

Tags: General taglist! @littlebbyleesfw, @0s0me0n30, and @justanunknown.

Plus my wife @tohrusoftie bc ily and this is cute and I think you’ll like it, and my papa @lonely-occultist bc HxH

Mito Freecs once told her nephew’s friends that they were always welcome at her home. She never imagined the frequency of times that they would take her up on that offer, not that she minded. Most times she’d forget that the boys that came to her home didn’t really have the best, if any, family at all. But, she could never complain about having extra guests over to polish off her Thanksgiving leftovers.

To show their gratitude, all four boys decided that they wanted to help out Mito with the preparations this year. Killua helped her set the table, Kurapika was in charge of cooking the turkey, and Leorio and Gon were in charge of sides.

Gon and Leorio had a… fun time with their dishes. The younger boy insisted that he could handle all of the cooking on his own, but after two dropped potatoes and spilled milk, it was evident that he could not.

“Okay, so let’s take things slow.” Leorio stated, hands behind his back, tying a bow on the apron given to him. “What would you like to make first?”

“Let’s make stuffing first!” The green-haired boy chirped, rushing to grab a stool to stand on.

“Okie doke. Let’s look at all of the ingredients we need, and the processes involved.” Leorio replied, grabbing Mito’s cookbook off of the shelf. “We need… some bread cubes, carrot, onion, celery, chicken stock aaaaaand some butter.”

“Can I help cut things?” Gon inquired, adjusting the little chef hat adorning his sparkly eyes.

“Yes, but be very careful.” The older male replied, grabbing a knife from the block.

The boy watched his friend intently, taking in exactly how small Leorio had sliced the onion. He deduced that Leorio wanted him to cut the carrots and celery at the same size.

“I’m gonna go check on Kurapika. He said he was going to help your grandma out in the garden. Please be very careful; your aunt is just in the other room if you need help.”

“Okay! Thanks!” With that, Gon got to work carefully slicing away at the carrots in front of him. He was content, happily humming a tune as he carefully cut through the vegetables. His ears tuned in to Mito and Killua chatting on the couch, and he noticed Leorio, Grandma and Kurapika entering the room to chat with them.

When he finished cutting the carrots, and put them in the bowl, Gon discovered that he didn’t know how to prepare the celery.

So, he called for Leorio. At least… he thought he did.

“Uhhh. I need some help! I don’t know how to cut the celery. Hey dad can you help me?”

He furrowed his brows when he saw five heads turning towards him. Was there something on his face? Was it something he said? What did-

“Hang on, buddy, I’m on the way.” Leorio announced, standing up to make his way into the kitchen.

“Yeah, dad. Go help your kid.” Killua dared to tease.

“Waaaaah! Did I really call you dad?” Gon cried from the kitchen.

Surely it was just a fluke?

“It’s okay! It happens to the best of us.” Though he tried to hide it, no one could miss the wobbly smile that decorated Leorio’s features as he rushed out of the room.

———

Sometimes, Gon forgot that he was still just a kid. Sure, he had the stamina and power of a deity, and an inhumanely high pain tolerance, but he was still just barely a teenager. Kurapika deduced that he felt older because he was forced to grow up faster than other twelve year olds. Regardless of what others thought his age was, Gon was still a child.

And children had a high tendency to become ungodly sleepy at any given moment. Unfortunately for Gon, he was having one of those moments while he was hanging out in Leorio and Kurapika’s hotel room.

“Are you sure you’re awake, Gon?” Leorio asked with a cheeky smile.

“Most definitely!” The boy replied, eyes opening suddenly.

“Really? What was Killua just talking about then?” The oldest male inquired, seeing right through the boy’s defenses.

“Uhhh… Greed Island, yeah!”

The ex-assassin couldn’t help but chuckle, “Well yeah, but not exactly. I told them that we were saving our Jenny for the Yorknew Auction.”

“Yeah! I was totally paying attention.” The green-haired boy replied with a smile.

As time passed, Gon was meeting his maker. He did not want to go to sleep at all. The young hunter was relishing the tender moment between him and his friends, knowing that if he went to sleep now, they may never have a moment like this again.

“Gon? You still with us?” Kurapika inquired, causing two more pairs of eyes to fall upon the boy.

With his head laying on his arms, which rested atop the coffee table, the green-haired Hunter shot his friends a thumbs up. The three laughed, for Gon’s sagging eyelids brought his lie out to pasture. When the attention turned back to Kurapika’s nen stories, the boy watched his friend’s lips move with sleepy eyes.

“He’s barely conscious, Leorio. Should we let him go on like this?” The blonde asked suddenly, for he couldn’t help but worry for the little guy’s neck, and how much pain he would be in if he continued to lay there.

“You’ve got a point.” The med student replied, biting the inside of his cheek.

“If he’s awake enough to walk is the question.” Killua butted into the conversation.

“The two of you weigh like a hundred pounds.” Leorio stated matter-of-factly, “I can just carry him to bed.

The brown-haired male knelt down behind a barely awake Gon, placing a warm hand on the boy’s back. “Hey, buddy. Ready for bed?”

The green-haired boy didn’t reply. Instead, he lifted his head, rubbed his eyes, turned to face a smiling Leorio, and latched onto the older male, with arms around his neck.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” The med student said with a chuckle. “I’ll be right back.” He announced to the other two males in the room.

The gentle rumbling in Leorio’s chest, from his talking, only lulled the boy to sleep more. The older male opened the door, and quietly stepped next door to Gon and Killua’s hotel room.

“Okay, I’m gonna put you down n-“

“Noooo. Stay with me.” The sleepy boy demanded in a voice that was just above a whisper.

The med student smiled fondly, settling down onto Gon’s bed. He held the boy close, humming a gentle song.

The young hunter mumbled a quick message to the man holding him securely. “Thanks for staying with me.” A yawn followed. Then, “Goodnight, dad. I love you.” Gon didn’t even realize that he had said it, for he promptly fell into a deep sleep after the word was uttered.

The warmth that blossomed in Leorio’s chest was no stranger to him. He had felt it once before on Thanksgiving day. As he held the sweet boy close to him, he pondered heavily upon the accidental nickname given to him… again.

“I love you too, little guy. You’ll always be safe with me.” The med student kissed the crown of Gon’s head carefully, fearing he would somehow wake the snoozing boy in his arms.

———

On the off days that Gon and Killua had the ability to just go out and be kids, they seized the opportunity instantly. There wasn’t a specific thing that they liked to do, so to say, they just enjoyed each others’ company and the leisure time. On one specific day, the two boys had a mission: teach Gon to skateboard.

In their defense, Killua was holding his hands the entire time. They just… didn’t see the stairwell. In an attempt to keep the boy from falling down the stairs, Killua yanked his friend’s hands upward, causing Gon to land on his feet.

Unfortunately, he landed on the side of his right foot, promptly twisting his ankle in the process. The white-haired boy cocked an eyebrow at his friend, an unspoken check-in. When Gon didn’t reply, Killua pursed his lips and began to guide his friend toward the abandoned board.

After one step on his right foot, the green-haired hunter yelped and fell on his butt. “Agh! Killua wait! Something’s wrong!”

Killua’s eyes widened, and he wasted no time placing his friend on his back. He grabbed the culprit from the base of the stairwell, and carefully rode home. If Gon lived to tell the tale, the two of them would be in a serious pickle afterward.

The two boys made it back to Leorio’s apartment (safely, thankfully), and burst through the front door. “Hey! Leorio, Kurapika!” Killua called in a panic, “Gon’s hurt!”

Upon hearing their name, and the young boy’s tone, the two males raced into the foyer. Their hearts dropped when they saw Gon on Killua’s back, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

“Killua, give me Gon. Kurapika, sit down with Killua and find out what happened.” Leorio was uncharacteristically calm. The blonde deduced it was to keep the young ones calm.

The white-haired boy obliged, carefully transferring his friend from one piggyback ride to another. As he sat down with Kurapika to share their tale of woe, the brown-haired male disappeared down the hallway. Leorio settled the injured boy down on his own bed, kneeling down to his level. “Where does it hurt, buddy?”

A sheepish Gon carefully kicked his right foot up with a sniffle. The med student carefully took off the boy’s shoe and took his foot in between two fingers. Gently pulling the sock down a little revealed a mess of blue and purple on his ankle. Yep, definitely just a twist.

“Oh dear…” Leorio mumbled, taking his time to examine. “Gon… it looks like…”

More tears rushed to the poor boy’s eyes as he awaited his diagnosis.

“It looks like…” the med student couldn’t help the smile that broke out over his features, “you’re gonna be just fine.”

Gon sighed in relief, thankfully it wasn’t as bad as his mind had convinced him it was. He wiped his eyes with a chuckle. “Phew. That makes me feel better, thanks dad.”

Both males looked up and stared at each other for a moment with wide eyes. They both sat blinking for at least a second, registering Gon’s usage of the nickname, again. The boy’s ears subsequently sported a gorgeous scarlet hue. “Aaagh! How do I always manage to do that?!”

The med student couldn’t help the chuckles that erupted from his chest, “C’mere kiddo.” He pulled his patient into a tight embrace. “Not to worry, son. No matter what, Doctor Leorio will always fix you right up without fail!”

The two stayed in their embrace for a while, for both males enjoyed the contact greatly. Leorio wondered if this is what Ging missed out on: the sweet and tender, no to mention accidentally embarrassing, moments. The brown-haired male soon felt the familiar warm feeling in his chest once again. When it dawned on him that he got these moments with Gon before his actual father did, it made him feel… happy in a way.

———

Christmastime on Whale Island has to be Gon’s favorite place in the world. All of the townspeople get together and rig up lights on every single tree. Moreover, Aunt Mito lets him help in the kitchen. This year, his friends were over for Christmas. That meant that the boy had to make at least three dozen more cookies.

The morning before Christmas Eve came quickly. Gon awoke quite early, prepared to help his Aunt with the cookies. He out of bed, got dressed, and raced to the kitchen. Like he does every time he cooks, he placed his chef hat on his head, and had Mito tie his apron.

“Okay, Gon. I have to help your grandmother wrap the extra gifts. Do you think you can handle baking on your own this year?” Mito asked as she rested a hand on her nephew’s shoulder.

“Uh huh! I’ve watched you enough times to know what to do!” The young hunter chirped in reply, dragging the recipe book toward him.

“I’ll leave you to it.” The woman chimed as she exited the kitchen, “Oh, good morning boys!” She greeted as she saw the others on her way out.

“Morning, Mito!” Killua replied with a smile. He approached his best friend, glancing over his shoulder at the recipe book, “Cookies?”

“Cookies!” The green-haired boy replied excitedly, “Wanna help?”

With heavy persuasion from Gon, each of the three males in the kitchen were somehow involved in the cookie baking process. Killua made fridge and pantry runs for ingredients, Kurapika was in charge of the butter and sugar mixture, and Leorio oversaw the entire disasterprocess.

“Man, Kurapika, you’re a natural at this.” Leorio noted after stealing a glance at the focused blonde’s handiwork.

“Oh, really? It’s not much talent, more so following instructions.” The Kurta replied with a tinge of sheepishness.

“Oh and you’re so good at that.” The med student dared to tease, swiping some loose flour off the counter and tapping the boy’s nose with it.

Kurapika tried to look offended, his mouth agape and glare sharp as a tack, but Gon’s sudden giggling made it hard to stay stoic for long.

“Killua look, Kurapika has flour on his nose.” The young hunter said through his laughter.

“Wow…” Killua replied, “Are you gonna stand for this, Kurapika?”

The blonde looked between his two younger friends, and a cross-armed, brow quirked, Leorio. He pondered upon his answer for a moment. “Nope!”

The left side of the kitchen was filled with Kurapika’s occasional yelps, and the older boys’ war cries and laughter. On the right side, Gon couldn’t help but smile to himself.

“Ging would’ve loved you guys.” The young hunter said as he dumped the required powders into a large bowl.

“You say that like we’ll never find him.” Killua replied, looking up at his best friend’s face. “We will.”

Gon sighed, looking at Killua, then at the portrait hanging in the hallway. “We will.”

When all of the dry ingredients were mixed and ready, the green-haired boy knew it was time for the egg mixture. So, without averting his gaze from the photograph, he asked if it was ready.

“Hey I’m all finished here, did Kurapika finish his part, dad?”

The laughter and war cries came to an abrupt halt, all eyes focused on the young boy.

“Dude!” Killua hissed, “That’s Leorio!”

“A-“ Gon’s mouth hung agape as he frantically looked between the painting and a flour-covered Leorio. “I was- the painting- I… waaaaah! I do this so often now, it’s not even funny!“

“Heh, yeah. Leorio might as well be your dad now, you know, with the amount of times you’ve called him it.” the white-haired boy teased in response.

Upon hearing this comment, Leorio looked at Kurapika with a gentle flush on his face. The blonde knew exactly what was in his friend’s mind, and smiled back at him. To add even more fuel to the fire in his mind, the warm feeling in Leorio’s chest came back. It seemed that the universe was trying to tell him something…

“Hey, Kurapika… I’ve got a crazy idea.”

———

As a hunter, a person is exposed to dangers both big and small. From the smallest frog, to the largest foxbear, even to other hunters. For Gon, he had his fair share of experiences from all three of those things. On a particularly stormy night, the young hunter found himself plagued with nightmares.

Dream after dream, monster after monster, the poor boy could just not escape his own mind. Though he awoke a few times in the night, he was able to go back to sleep.

Until one specific dream pulled him away from the desired peaceful slumber. Gon thought that he had seen the last of this person. He thought that he had left them behind at Heaven’s Arena, and that his life would finally be safe and happy.

Unfortunately Hisoka followed him everywhere, including in his bad dreams…

Leorio looked up from his crossword puzzle with a sudden start, catching the attention of the blonde seated next to him. “Something wrong, Leorio?”

“I thought that I heard something. Maybe I’m just hypersensitive from work today.” The med student replied, closing his eyes gently. He kept his ears on alert, listening intently to the silence in his apartment.

A sudden cry grabbed both males’ attention.

“NO! GET AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Without a need for words, the two were on their feet and bounding down the hallway.

When they reached Gon and Killua’s bedroom, they were met with the white-haired boy kneeling at his best friend’s bedside. He looked distraught, as if he was scared to wake the boy.

“It’s okay, Killua.” Kurapika whispered, “Come here.” He held out a hand.

While wiping his eyes, Killua trudged over to the blonde’s side and held his hand. “I couldn’t wake him up. Well… I didn’t have it in me. I think he’ll be more scared if we try to touch him.”

“Hey, Kurapika, can you get Killua something to drink for me? I’ll stay here with Gon.” After confirmation from his friend, Leorio stepped quickly, but cautiously, over to the bedside. He knelt down and waited, for Killua was right, touching him and waking him would only make Gon more scared.

Fortunately, the brown-haired male didn’t have to wait much longer. Gon shot up from his bed with an anguished shriek. As he panted and readjusted to reality, the young hunter focused on the hand that gently warmed his back.

Gon looked to his left to see Leorio kneeling next to his bed, sporting a sympathetic look that couldn’t even be described with words. “H-He’s not here… is he?”

“Who, buddy?” The med student moved in a little closer, hoping to hear the boy’s quiet words.

“Hisoka… he’s- he’s not gonna get us… right?”

“No, Gon. Everyone is safe, and Hisoka is no where near here.” The hand that Leorio had on the boy’s back began to gently rub up and down, “It’s okay.”

Out of nowhere, all of the fears that Gon had experienced in his dream came out in the form of heavy sobs. Leorio was quick to wrap the boy in a hug, holding him close. “I-I was so scared! H-Hisoka he… D-Don’t ever let him get us! You ha-have to promise me! Dad please!”

“I promise you. Everyone is safe here, little guy. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. Kurapika and Killua are in the kitchen, and you and I are right here. There’s no one else at home besides the four of us.” The brown-haired male soothed, gently rocking the boy back and forth.

“Please don’t go. I’m… im scared to go back to sleep.” The boy whispered through his hysterics, not wanting to see the frightening face that he had just previously been exposed to.

“How about…” the med student began, causing Gon’s bleary eyes to meet his, “We all have a sleepover. We can set up our pillows and blankets in the living room, and we can put on that one movie about the singing skeletons that you and Killua love so much.”

“We can watch Coco?” The boy asked with a sniffle, bringing a hand up to wipe his eyes. The sweet look on his face absolutely warmed Leorio to the core… the funny feeling in his chest lingering for reasons unknown.

“Yes Gon, we can watch anything you’d like.”

———

Gon stood anxiously in the foyer of Leorio’s apartment, peering out of the window as often as possible. He couldn’t stay in his and Killua’s bedroom any longer, for he was too nervous. The deluge of pouring rain made it hard to see, but he still had to try. Any time that he wasn’t met with the desired sight, his heart began to race as tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

Leorio was late.

He was never late.

In this weather, the young hunter could only assume that the worst had happened.

“He’s okay, Gon. The rain is heavy, so he’s probably backed up at the hospital.” Kurapika’s soft voice entered his ears, as he felt two hands holding his shoulders. Gon deduced that his friend had come from the master bedroom, where he had priorly been reading. “I promise you, Leorio will come home.”

“H-How do you know?” The boy whispered, tears finally falling.

“He just does.” This time, it was Killua’s turn to help. The white-haired boy appeared in front of Gon, and wiped his best friend’s tears with his thumbs. “I’m sure the old man stopped for milk and eggs, like he always does. You know how much he loves going to the stupid market.”

“Yeah…” the boy sniffled, “I hope he brings us all home a cookie again.” His voice was tiny, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk any louder.

With a sudden accompaniment of falling rain, the front door opened. A very soaked Leorio exhaled loudly, and shut the door with his foot, since his hands were full of shopping bags. He placed the bags on the ground, and began to speak to his friends as he took his shoes off. “Man, it’s really coming down out there. I figured that I should stop and get us some flashlights and cookies in case if we lose elect- Gon? What’s the matter buddy?”

The young hunter’s tears had began falling faster out of nothing but pure relief. He was home… Leorio was finally home safe. His best friend, his favorite kitchen partner, his go-to story reader, his… his… his-

“DAD!” Gon cried out, jumping into the med student’s arms and lamenting all of his anxieties.

“I’ve got you buddy, I’m here. It’s okay… everything is alright.” Leorio hummed, running a hand along the back of the boy’s head. “Please don’t cry, Gon. I’m so sorry that I scared you.” He knelt down, sitting on the backs of his calves, and held the boy as if he would disappear.

Kurapika and Killua watched the scene unfold in front of them, hearts both breaking and warming at the sweet moment. Eventually, the green-haired boy trusted that Leorio wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon, but his nerves were still settling slowly. “Y-you can’t leave, ever again. Do you he-hear me? Never.”

“Never ever?” The older male teased, gently kissing the young hunter’s forehead. “Not even for school?”

“No. Never ever.” Gon replied, burying his face into the med student’s chest. “You can’t go anywhere ever again, we can send Kurapika for milk and eggs, or we can all take turns.”

“Aw man, that’s like my favorite thing to buy at the store though.” Leorio faked displeasure upon hearing the statement.

Gon looked up at him, “Okay maybe for milk and eggs, but I’m coming with you.” The low rumble that escaped Leorio’s chest provided even more comfort to the boy.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” The brown-haired male replied.

“Good.” The young hunter replied sleepily, a yawn following his demands.

“How about I take you to bed, little guy?” Leorio asked softly, carefully standing to his feet.

“Only if you stay with me. You’re not allowed to leave.”

“And why is that?” The med student asked, mouthing a few words to his friends, then walking down the hall to the master bedroom. He settled into his own bed, ensuring Gon’s comfort,

The boy cuddled up to his chest, “Because I finally have a real dad that loves me, and I don’t want to lose him.” After that statement, the older male was sure that Gon had fallen asleep.

With a single tear trickling down his cheek, Leorio held the sleeping boy tightly. “I love you so much, little guy. You, and our little family. I’m so glad that you all agreed to live here with me.” Leorio had the gentle sound of falling rain, and the all-too familiar feeling of blossoming warmth in his chest, to keep him company as he waited for the boy to fall asleep.

Nothing but silence filled the room as he pressed a gentle kiss to Gon’s forehead. He looked up to see Kurapika and Killua waiting patiently for him. Leorio smiled and pat the bed beneath him, inviting the rest of his family to join him and Gon.

When all four of them were snuggled close in bed, a whispered voice broke the silence in the room.

“I love you too, dad.”

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inu-mxki · 8 months

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roronoa zoro x fem!reader / 18+ / praise + petnames

“c’mon, angel,” zoro mumbles against your collarbone, pulling the fabric of his shirt you’re wearing just enough to expose it, “jus’ a little somethin’. missed you like crazy.”

you’d finally earned a night off from lookout. getting some rest was the only thing on your agenda. tucking yourself into his side as he mindlessly drew circles against your hip sounded like heaven right now, but zoro had missed his little lady. he’d missed pressing your back to his chest, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck as you slumbered beside him. god, if the rest of the crew knew what a fool he was for you, they’d never let him live it down.

but the one thing zoro missed the most, especially as the nights went on, was pressing his tongue against your folds, kitten licking soft, gentle circles against your sensitive bud until you’re bucking your hips to feel more friction. the thought makes his mind hazy. after all, zoro lived to devour you. he loved it just as much as receiving, if not more. your pleasure was his pleasure, tenfold, and right now all he wanted was to reward his hard working lady.

“‘ro, i’m so tired,” you mutter sleepily, trying to ignore the burning sensation below your abdomen, “i don’t think i have the energy.”

“i can wait baby,” he mumbles between kisses, scattering them across your neck, under your ear, down to your shoulder, “jus’ want to taste you, miss you so much. let me make you feel good, angel.”

and you knew he would. he was masterful. he took great care and pride in making you fall apart for him. it was enough to just see you like that. he can wait. your pleasure pretty much gets him off anyway.

“but ‘ro,” you say, opening your heavy, pretty eyes, “i can’t just let you do that.”

fucking hell. you’ll be the death of him. not this pirate life of his, you, and those big doe eyes looking at him with such adoration. looking at him like you want to please him, but your tired bones are just too much. selfless, that’s what you are. but zoro was a patient man when it came it you. he’d wait eons to have your pretty little mouth wrapped around him. he was happy to just serve you right now. his angel. his baby doll. his lifeline.

“don’t worry ‘bout me, baby girl,” he whispers, capturing your lips in a hot kiss as you whimper into his mouth lightly. you needed it. he knew that, and he was going to give it to you, “tomorrow, i’ll fuck you into this mattress, but right now, all i want is to make a mess of you. can i do that, pretty girl? can i make my angel come on my tongue?”

he pressed two fingers against your clothed core. you bucked your hips involuntarily, letting out a strangled sort of moan. you could feel the grin against your mouth, “is that a yes doll?” he asks gently, adding just a little more pressure to see you squirm, “need your words angel. tell me what you want.”

his eye was onyx. he’d pretty much caged you against the bed and his body, peppering kisses against your mouth, patiently waiting for your response. he’d respect it either way.

“p-please,” you strain against his lips, and he grips the sheet beneath you to steady himself, “make me feel good, ‘ro.”

“no need to be all polite about it, angel,” he worked his way down to your chest, leaving hot, wet kisses against your exposed skin, gently pushing up your shirt and hooking his fingers in your underwear, “all you gotta do is gimme a yes.”

“yes,” you breathe out, and he almost growls against your hip bone, sucking at the flesh there, “yes, yes.”

“i fucking love you,” he slurs, pulling down your underwear and immediately pushing your legs up and placing a open mouthed kiss to your bud, “my baby angel.”

“I love you,” you choke out, gripping onto the sheet. he places a few more sloppy kisses, before moving to kiss your inner thigh.

“jus’ relax, angel,” he rasps, looking up at you through a hooded eye, “gonna make you feel good, promise.”

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tightjeansjavi · 4 months

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Hi!! Love your writing!! Can you write a cowboy fetish joel miller with boot riding 🥺🥺

Hi nonnie! Thank you for sending this in! It scratched my brain just ✨right✨ and I hope it does the same for you! I couldn’t just do some boot ridin’ without some plot ;) enjoy 🤠

Dinner & Diatribes

~word count: 3.7k~

Pairing | Cowboy/bounty hunter! Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: you’re the kind of love that Joel Miller has been dreaming of all his life

Warnings: smut,fluff, angst, cowboy in shining armor vibes, unprotected piv, boot ridin! dick slingin, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, implied age gap, dom/sub vibes, sir/mister kink, implied abuse (not by Joel) Joel is a bounty hunter during the Wild West, reader is a runaway bride wanted for murdering three men, filthy language, pining, protective! Joel, assumed unrequited love, swearing, AU that might not 100% be historically accurate but I tried! reader has no physical descriptions such a skin tone or body type, readers nickname is Chickadee, +18 minors dni! Let me know if I missed anything!

Joel Miller knows that keeping a bounty for himself ain’t the way to go about things..he knows that there’s consequences for his actions, an imminent problem would surely arise if he didn’t bring you back to the town you fled from. Wanted for the murders of three men. A wild untamable thing on the run is how the sheriff described you to Joel. And the most important detail of all; I don’t care if you bring her back alive, or in pieces.

And then Joel found you, tracked your trails for miles and miles through the barren rough terrain of the Wild West. You didn’t even put up a fight when you heard the distinct sound of thundering hooves drawing nearer and nearer. You were exhausted, dehydrated, and on the verge of collapsing to the dusty earth while vultures circled ahead.

This didn’t mean you gave up entirely when Joel Miller had you circled, cornered and lasso at the ready. That’s when he took notice of your state, your attire. A once glittering wedding dress now hanging on by threads of shredded fabric. The bottom tooled fabric was now a dirty sand color, blending in with the dirt. Remnants of your eye makeup cracked and stained beneath your eyes and cheekbones that were once painted in a pretty pigment.

He watched from the saddle of his horse as you sank down to your knees, awaiting your inevitable fate to be delivered. “Have you come to turn me in, Mister?”

His head cocked to the side, eyes studying your vulnerable form intently. You couldn’t see his face as it was obstructed from your view with a tied bandana, but even from where you sat on your knees, you could see that his eyes were a deep shade of brown, dark and mysterious.

He dismounted his horse swiftly, silently, boots tearing up dusty patches of earth with each heavy step he took. The spurs on the back of his boots chimed through the air as he stopped in front of you. His broad frame casted a shadow over your kneeling form. His hands were encased in worn leather, and he smelled of tobacco smoke, saddle soap, and musk.

He crouched down, hat tipping forward while one leather clad hand reached for your jaw, thumb brushing across your skin as he tilted it upwards, forcing you to look into his eyes. He saw your grime and dried blood stained face up close. Your eyes flickered nervously as he turned your head to the side.

“Ain’t you gonna get on with it and turn me in? What’re you draggin’ this out for, huh? You caught me, mister. Go and collect your fuckin’ reward.” You spat defiantly into the dirt, a glob of salvia landing on the toe of his boot.

His grip tightened around your chin, jaw ticking sharp like a knife, eyes narrowing in on your face and the subtle wobble of your severely cracked and dry lower lip.

“What happened to you?” He finally spoke. His voice reminded you of fire crackling, ominous thunder and heavy rain. Thick, gravelly, deeper than the Grand Canyon itself.

“What’s it matter if I tell ya, huh? You gonna take pity on me or somethin’ mister?”

He was silent again, appearing deep in thought as he continued to study your face, searching through the grime and dirt for any clues..then, he saw it; The eyes of someone that suffered abuse. His grip around your chin softened

“Stand up.” He commanded.

You struggled to your feet, confusion etched in your features, the obvious sway in your step before two strong hands grabbed your shoulders to steady you.

“We’ll have to move fast.”

“What’re you—” You were still confused, head spinning from his words and malnourishment.

“I don’t turn in folks that killed outta self defense, Chickadee. And certainly not a woman that killed her abusers.” He gave you a curt, tight nod. “Better you than I cause I woulda tied those sons a bitches up and dragged them through the fuckin’ desert.” He rasped.

“You’re..not turnin’ me in?”

“No. Ain’t morally right for me t’do so.” He said softly.

And that’s how you ended up riding through the countryside with Joel Miller to protect you. You’d patch up his shiners, his wounds, keep his belly full with hearty stews that kept him strong and alert. You’d clean his gun, shine his leather till you could see your reflection in the fabric. And in return, he protected you. He never asked for any sexual favors, or for your hand. He viewed you as his equal, his partner.

It hurt sometimes, to flirt with the man you owed your life to and for him to brush your attempts off everytime. As if you were a pesky horsefly, or insignificant gnat. Yet, you couldn’t help it. Joel was handsome, ruggedly so and you’d often find yourself fantasizing about kissing him, feeling his fingers touch you in places you craved to be touched in. To feel his caress on your skin, the bite of his leather, the scrape of his scruffy beard. The stretch of his cock inside of your wet cunt.

You were driving yourself mad with want for a man that didn’t want you back, or so you assumed that was to be the case.

That couldn’t have been further from the truth.

Joel Miller was on the edge to finally just give in when he caught you one night with your skirts hiked above your thighs with your boot clad feet firmly planted in the dirt. Under the pale glow of the moonlight above, and the glittery shining stars, he could see your hand between your thighs, touching yourself and moaning his name.

It felt wrong to watch you, to invade your privacy and your modesty. But he’d be damned if he’d go another night without feeling the hug of your pussy around his aching cock. Or to feel the taste of your kissable lips on his tongue. Damned. Damned. Damned. Fuck, he couldn’t survive another second without knowing what it was like to be loved by you.

For years he had pushed you away despite knowing the pain it caused both you and him. A man could only last so long pretending to not love a woman that he’d throw his life down for in a heartbeat. That’s the kinda love Joel Miller had been dreaming of all his life.

Your head snapped at the sound of a twig snapping behind you as your hand stilled between your thighs. Your heartbeat rattled wildly in your rib cage at the fear and excitement of being caught.

Oh, please. Please let tonight be the night.

“Don’t stop on my account, Chickadee.” He drawled deeply before stepping closer to where you sat.

The heat rushed to your cheeks like a wildfire spreading, your stomach clenched inwards as you began to touch yourself once more, eyes staying locked on his own.

When he was close enough, you used his shins for support as you rubbed your swollen clit in tight, fast circles.

“No.” He shook his head. “Slower. Take your time, darlin.’ There ain’t no rush. Let me see you.” He rasped, before slowly sinking into the dirt behind you. His strong thighs corralled your own almost possessively as his hands gently grasped the hem of your skirts, pulling them up higher. You felt the brush of his beard against your cheek when his chin came to rest along your shoulder. “Nice and slow for me.”

“I’m—sorry, Joel.” You whispered ashamedly through the cool darkness of the desert night. You slowed your fingers, dragging them through the building slick that pooled between the seam of your cunt.

“Sorry for what, Chickadee? Sorry for touchin’ yourself? For moanin’ my name? Why would you be sorry for that?..” His deep tone sent sparks flying through your body as you leaned back into his strong chest.

“Because—you don’t want me, and this is wrong for me to do. To touch myself and moan a man’s name that doesn’t desire me the way I desire him.” A whimper was clawing up your throat, begging to be released, but you wouldn’t allow it.

He dropped the fabric of your skirts briefly only to dip his hand between your thighs and place his massive palm over the top of your hand, guiding your fingers over your clit once more. “This man desires you plenty, Chickadee. I was only tryin’ to protect your modesty..and our hearts.” He whispered against your ear, lips ghosting across your exposed skin. “Been wantin’ to love you all these years we’ve spent together.” He admitted. “I’m a terrible, rotten man for keepin’ you starved this long..” he trailed off, pressing open mouthed kisses at the spot where your jaw met your neck. “M’sorry.”

Those were the last words you ever expected a fucking bounty hunter to whisper..let alone to you?

A shuddered breath slipped past your parted lips, just for him. Your head lolled to the side, granting him easier access as your lashes fluttered shut. “I’ve felt like..such a fool, Joel. A dirty little fool for a bounty hunter.” You took your lower lip between your teeth, biting down harshly and drawing blood to the surface. You let him take full control of your hand, letting him guide and manipulate your fingers to play with yourself just right.

“Shh..I know now, Chickadee. M’sorry, truly. But I’m here now, ain’t I? M’here. Here forever if you’ll have me. I understand if I've bruised and neglected your heart far too many times..I can accept your rejection if it is coming.”

You could detect the edge of sadness in his tone, the acceptance already settling into his bones and heart.

“Joel, please kiss me.” You nearly begged him, dying to finally know what his lips would feel like on your own.

“Why didn’t ya just say that sooner, Chickadee.” He chuckled. “I wish ya woulda just grabbed me by the breeches years ago and knocked some sense into my thick skull. Woulda taken your ache away a long time ago, darlin.’” He said in a hushed whisper. “But I know you were afraid..can’t blame ya for that. Not really. ‘Specially since I ain’t the nicest of men to come by.”

He was taking too long, and you were an impatient woman.

“Joel.” You huffed, fighting the urge to curse him out before you decided to take matters into your own hands, finally. Tomorrow was never promised, not when you and Joel were constantly on the run.

He kept rambling on until he felt the soft touch of your fingertips brushing against the patches in his scruffy beard and the magnetic pull drawing him in closer, closer till he could taste your mingled breath on his lips.

Here in the middle of the desert, with nothing but the moon and stars as a source of light, you finally knew what it was like to kiss Joel Miller. You learned his lips quickly, liking that they were both soft and a bit chapped. As you licked slowly into one another’s mouths you could taste the faint remnants of tobacco on his tongue. It was a bruising kiss, one that both ignited the fire deep within you, and sent a delicious tingle curving down your spine.

So, this is what the girls back home were all talking about. Being kissed by a real man.

And then you found yourself straddling him in the dirt, saying fuck all to your modesty because you had never wanted a man more than you did now. And you wished that your mother could see you now. To see what her perfect little daughter had turned into.

Fuck you, mother. Fuck you for forcing me to marry that monster.

Joel brought you back down to earth with both his lips and his words tattooed on your skin. He caged you with his body, acting as a shield from the chilly night ear that sent goosebumps rising.

He worked your blouse open, growing more frustrated by the minute when the clasps wouldn’t automatically give. He was desperate to feel more of you, all of you because he knew then that you were his, and he was yours. And if you’d end up being the death of him, so be it. At least he could go out being loved rather than unloved.

“You gonna fuck me now, mister? Gonna take what belongs to you, Joel?” You mumbled against his lips in a chasing kiss, growing more desperate as the seconds ticked by.

“Gonna do more than that, Chickadee.” He rasped. This was a promise, and a man such as Joel always kept his promises.

The howl of a Coyote far off in the distant sent uneasy nerves rolling through you, because the realization hit you then that you and Joel were out in the fucking wilderness, and you suddenly felt bare and exposed.

“Jus’ a coyote, doll. He’s singin’ to the moon. We’re safe here, I promise. Ain’t ever gonna let somethin’ happen to you again, Chickadee.” His strong calloused, yet gentle hands came to cup for your face. His deep brown eyes met yours through the pale glow of the moonlight casted over your faces. “I swear on my life, you will always be safe with me.”

and while the lone coyote sang his song to the moon, Joel Miller had you singing your own song, just for his ears too.

After that night spent together, you never had a night where you slept alone. Joel was always there. Holding you, kissing you, fucking you into a blissful state.

He still feared for your safety, and you feared for his. This would never change, but you refused to live in fear for the rest of your life.

It was a boiling hot day under the blazing desert sun. You and Joel were moving west towards California. Hearing about the gold rush there sounded like as good of an opportunity as any. Not even just for the gold, but the prospects of a new life. Joel had dreams of owning a ranch, sheep specifically and living out his days with you by his side.

“Come join me for a swim, cowboy.” You were sitting side by side under the one single tree along the river's edge. Your two horses were drinking their fill after traveling for days in these conditions.

Your cowboy had his arms crossed behind his head, biceps bulging under the thin fabric of his shirt. His hat was tipped down over his head. You only witnessed Joel being fully relaxed on a few occasions where he would let his guard down for just mere minutes.

“Mmm. That’s alright, doll. Y’go on and enjoy yourself.” He said with a lazy sigh.

“Just a quick one together? Please?” You reached over and gently lifted the brim of his hat just enough so you could see his closed eyes.”

“Chickadee..” he said in a low warning tone, peeking one eye open to look up at you before he shut it once more.

“You’re no fun.” You huffed while releasing your gentle grip on his hat.

“M’plenty fun, doll. I gotta keep watch, anyway. Can’t do that if I’m stark naked in the river with ya. What if someone tries to sneak up? Won’t have my gun at arms reach.” He sighed.

“I know, Joel.”

Maybe when we get to California..he won’t have to worry about all of that.

He sat up turning his body to face you before his palm came to rest upon your cheek in a gentle caress. His thumb brushed across your lower lip, tugging it down gently before he leaned in and kissed you sweetly. “Now go on and cool off, Chickadee.”

You kissed him back with the same amount of sweetness before you pulled away and gave his nose a light boop. His face scrunched inwards before he reached around and gave your ass a light and playful swat that sent you giggling as you rose to your feet.

You shot him a seductive wink before you raced down to the river's edge, kicking up a cloud of dirt with your boots.

Joel watched from afar with a hooded gaze as you stripped down from your skirts and blouse followed by your unlaced boots. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself when your one boot wouldn’t give right away and you nearly tripped before finally getting it off. He kept watch as you dove into the crystal clear waters and reameraged moments later.

He reached into his pack, pulling out an apple and pocket knife while you splashed around like a kid on Christmas. He cut off a small slice before biting it off on the edge of the knife, chewing thoughtfully as he leaned back against the sturdy tree.

When we get to California..I’m going to marry her.

He didn’t want to end your fun so soon..but it was time to get moving again. He brought his thumb and forefinger into his mouth, whistling to let you know that it was time to pack up.

You had been floating peacefully on your back with your eyes closed when you heard his whistle that immediately tore you from your daydream state.

He was just about to stand up from where he was resting against the tree when you emerged from the river. You reminded him of a goddess. Bare, beautiful, skin sprinkled in water droplets that were kissed by the sun. You looked unreal, and he was the luckiest man alive.

“C’mon, Chickadee. We gotta head out.” He called for you when you were within earshot.

“I’m coming!” You bent down to gather up your clothes before the idea struck you. “Can I dry off first, please?”

He let out a grumbled sigh before he ultimately nodded his head in agreement. A few more minutes couldn’t hurt..

“Jus’ till ya dry off, doll.”

With your clothes and boots gathered up in your bare arms, you approached him casually, setting everything down on your nearby saddle while he watched you with piqued curiosity.

“I was thinking about you out there..laying on my back and feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin..” you trailed off.

“Is that so? Hmm..what were you thinkin’ about, Chickadee?” His eyes slowly trailed down your bare body. From the swell of your breasts, down your tummy and thighs and what lay between them.

“Want to take a guess, cowboy?” You asked teasingly.

His brow raised as a grin tugged along the corner of his lips. A game is what you were playing, and he was the willing participant.

“Based on your tone, I’m gonna guess it’s got somethin’ to do with..my cock?” He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner while his hand casually came to rest between his own thighs. Oh, he was playing alright.

“Mmm..perhaps I was thinkin’ of ridin’ your cock right under the shade of this tree..but that would be too obvious, Joel.” Your eyes drifted down to where his hand was before the traveled down the expanse of his strong thighs and ending at the toe of his leather boots.

He caught onto your drift almost immediately and you saw his pupils begin to darken. “Y’wanna ride my boot? Is’that it? Well, ain’t you a filthy thing, Chickadee. You wanna get ‘em all shined up for me? Drag that sweet cunt of yours over them?”

His eyes stayed locked on yours in a challenging stare while he palmed himself through his pants to relieve the growing tension.

“I do, sir. I really, really, really want to ride your boot.” You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks because never in your wildest dreams did you expect to take part in debauchery such as this.

“On your knees then, girl. Kiss ‘em for me.” He fell right into character with a flip of a switch.

You found yourself lowering onto your knees without a care in the world about the dirt while you bent down over his boots, pressing a kiss to the leather, dragging your tongue down the stitched seam.

“That’s it, doll. Get ‘em nice and shined up for me.” He said while popping the button on his pants open and pulling his cock free from the confines.

“You gonna touch yourself while I ride your boot, mister?” You were sitting upright again before you crawled closer, letting your hands rest along his thighs as you positioned yourself right above his left boot. The imprint of your kiss had already begun to dry from the scorching heat.

“Yeah, doll. I’m gonna fist my cock while you ride my boot like the dirty Chickadee that you are.” He spat into his palm before he wrapped his fist around the base of his cock just as you lowered yourself over the expanse of his boot, taking your lip between your teeth when you dragged your clit right across the smooth leather.

“Fuuck me. Ain’t that a sight. Look at you, fuckin’ filthy girl. S’feel good, Chickadee?”

You rolled your hips forward slowly at the rate that he was pumping his fist. A soft whimper slipped past your lips while your eyes stayed locked on his.

“Feels so good, mister. So—so good.” You moaned freely with each steady roll of your hips, chasing that high. Nothing would ever compare to Joel’s cock. You knew this, he knew this, and you also were aware that this little game would only last so long.

And then he watched you lose yourself completely on his boot with each roll and grind of your hips against the dampened leather. Crying out his name, nails digging into his covered thighs, head thrown back, tears nearly flooding your eyes.

He had the same sense of urgency and realization that nothing would ever compare to the warm hug of your pussy around his cock. That’s when the game ended as his strong arms came to lift you into his lap by your thighs. His lips met yours in a bruising kiss filled with intermingled moans and teeth clashing together when he finally slipped into your warmth.

California could wait a little longer, he wanted to savor this moment for as long as it lasted because now he had the love that he had been dreaming of all his life. Right here in his arms, cock buried to the hilt under the shade of this very tree. Right here with his Chickadee.

That’s the kinda love I’ve been dreaming of

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Rainy Season - Part 5

I Want Crazy

Azriel Eris x Reader

After a promotion to an emissary position by a meddling Tarquin, Y/N and Eris get much, much closer.

A/n: There will likely only be a couple more chapters of this fic. For those of you concerned by the previous chapter, please continue to trust the process. Our girl is intelligent.

Part 4 Part 6

Warnings: Language, brief mention of fertility struggles

Our first date, the seasons changed. It got washed away in a summer rain

He wasn’t what I expected, Eris Vanserra. Not that I ever fathomed what to expect or even considered it. In fact there was only a very short list of things I knew prior to the day we met:

-He was a High Lord.

-He’d been a secretive ally of the Night Court prior to his father’s demise.

-Azriel fucking hated him.

And after that day I knew everything I needed to:

-He was warm beyond the fire in his veins

-He was a just ruler

-He had a dry wit that sat well with my soul.

-I wanted to see him again.

After dancing that night, we ran back to Tarquin’s palace in the rain. It was the first time I’d been unable to contain my joy in far too long. I laughed, and skipped, and spun in circles the whole way back. Eris grumbled the entire way but I could see the amusement lit in his eyes. The next morning he met me for breakfast and found me again before he left for the Autumn Court.

He began finding reasons to visit the Summer Court more frequently and sought me out every time. It was no time before Eris became a close friend.

Tarquin - ever the cheeky, wonderful bastard - only gave me knowing smiles when he’d catch us walking the palace grounds. According to Cresseida, The High Lord of the Summer Court was quite the romantic and had a knack for playing matchmaker. I was inclined to agree considering that after a month of spotting Eris and I around the grounds, Tarquin made a proposition to me. I could still teach my classes but he needed a temporary emissary to the Autumn court as they negotiated border, trade, and tariff agreements. Given my recent closeness with the High Lord of Autumn and overall wonderful (debatable) disposition, he found me to be the perfect candidate. With that, I found myself on official court business in the Autumn Court.

Who cares if you’re all I think about?

I was nervous on the first visit to Autumn. I knew things were different under Eris’ reign but the stories of Beron’s cruelty within his own keep were enough to warrant a bit of caution.

My worries were quickly cast aside when Eris personally escorted me from the border and to his keep. The Autumn Court was stunning. The leaves on the trees were brighter than I’d ever seen. The hues ranging from gold to red absolutely stunning. I’d love to have Feyre one day paint it for me.

Smells of roasting chestnuts, hickory smoke, crisp leaves, apple cider, and autumn air filled my nose. On the way, Eris stopped by a small farm where the owner allowed us to pick what Eris called the finest Honeycrisp apples in all of Prythian. I’d never had that variety before and though I had nothing to compare them against, the apples had the perfect crunch and just the right ratio of tart and sweet. He paid the farmer handsomely for a bucket of them and several pie pumpkins for his kitchens.

The Autumn Keep was far from the drab stone castle that I’d pictured. Eris clearly went to great strides to ensure the ghost of Beron Vanserra had no hold here. The grand rooms were filled with maple accents, rugs and tapestries with hues greens, golds, oranges and reds. Fires roared in massive fireplaces and autumnal spices filled the air.

And despite the beauty of the keep. I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off of the tall, handsome redhead walking alongside me.

Once I was settled for the stay, we did meet to discuss political matters which took countless hours, but I was rather impressed with the ease of our negotiations. He and Tarquin had similar visions for the economic future within their courts.

We enjoyed dinner together, indulged in autumnal wines, including a hot mulled wine that flushed my cheeks. Or so I told Eris that was the reason for the blush on my features, and certainly not the way way he’d refer to me as “my lady” or “little fox.”

We’d stayed up late, sitting by a bon fire outside beneath the Autumn Skies. There was music and dancing, spiked ciders, and caramel apples. I could see why Eris loves his court.

We, of course, kept respectful distance from eachother as not to spark any gossip of anything more than friendship between he and I. Yet somehow, hours later, we found ourselves in a private courtyard - a small fire burning as we lay back on a blanket together. I began to shiver as the evening chill grew cooler. As I went to bid Eris goodnight and head for the warmth within Castle Walls, he halted me.

“Come here” he spoke. His voice low.

I scooted a bit closer.

“Come closer, little fox. I won’t bite.”

He refrained from adding “unless you ask me to” but that was readable enough in his heavy lidded gaze.

So I laid beside him, my head nestled between his chest and shoulder as his heat warmed my body. I showed him various constellations that I’d learned of during my time in the Night Court and he did a terrible job of visualizing them. He tried though. He told me how he used to wish on shooting stars, how he still found himself occasionally wishing upon them. I teared up when he told me of the wishes he’d made back then for his mother and Lucien, for himself, to one day escape Beron’s cruelty. For a better life. A better Court.

When we saw a shooting star later, he made a wish and told me it was bad luck to tell someone else the wish.

And I, despite everything that had turned upside down in life, found myself struggling to ask for anything more than what I had in that moment.

When we finally said goodnight I realized his own suite was right next to the one he had set me up in.

I woke in a sweat sometime hours before dawn. Pain ripping through my chest. Azriel once again pulling on the fucking bond with no regard for the feelings of despair he was shoving to me. This time was worse than usual, the waves of grief continuing to grow stronger and stronger all the time. It wasn’t fair. I didn’t deserve this. This was a bed of his own making and yet I still had to suffer beyond what I’d already been through. Sleeping through it was futile and the room’s darkness began to suffocate me.

I padded from my room to a common area outside of the suites, sat before the fireplace and worked on breathing through it.

Though I tried my best to remain quiet, Eris apparently had a sharp sense of hearing as he wandered into the room, seating himself on the floor beside me. If I hadn’t been in such a sorry state, perhaps I would have noticed the low slung gray sweatpants and broad muscled chest of the half-naked High Lord- no, friend - beside me.

He took my hand. “Hey, fox, look at me.” I lifted my gaze to his. “You’ve got this. Breathe for me.” I took a shallow breath. “Can you breathe deeper for me, little one?” He placed a hand on my shoulder while the other remained on my hand. I took a deeper breath and let it out slowly.

“Good girl.”

Eris sat with me in silence on a plush couch once my breathing steadied. Still too worked up to fall back asleep, I nestled myself against Eris’ chest while his fingers ran through my hair in soothing, repetitive strokes.

It was hours later that I awoke, finding that I’d fallen asleep on him. I tried shifting away slowly but a sleeping Eris only held his arm around me tighter as I pulled. We slept like that a while longer.

The rest of the trip went by uneventfully. We discussed further trade options and Eris spent the evenings working with me on how to close off the bond to Azriel’s feelings. While I was already excellent at shutting down sending my feelings down the bond, cutting off his feelings was what I needed help with. By the end of the stay I could only feel his emotions slightly.

I expressed my gratitude to Eris who only waived off my thanks. “Anyone would have done it.” Yet he was the only one who tried. What I didn’t tell Eris was that as Azriel’s end of the bond silenced and the depths of my soul went from overflowing to filled with contentment, my thoughts began drifting to happier things, drifted to him.

Front porch and one more kiss. It doesn't make sense to anybody else.

The fifth month after I left, my grandparents held an outdoor feast for our family and friends in celebration of a holiday of one of the lesser Summer gods they worshipped.

It was far from a religious event. There was always wine, dancing, and lively conversation at these celebrations with none of the boring sermons that typically came with such events.

I invited Eris, and to my delight he came. My drunken sister made plenty of comments over how pretty of a pair of “friends” we made, with overemphasis on the word. My sweet, protective nephew took to Eris right away, deciding that after what Azriel put me through, anyone was better than him. He had no tolerance for cheating or sympathy for adulterers from the time he was old enough to understand what it meant and that his father had cheated on my sister during her pregnancy (real stand up guy) though my sister was so far out of his league that he’d have to reach the stars to find someone better. Obviously she’d left him immediately and she and my nephew were better off for it.

My family tried their best and failed miserably to act normal with the High Lord of the Autumn Court in their presence. Fortunately, Eris paid no mind and had won everyone over by the end of the night.

Despite his aversion to the sand, Eris accepted my invitation to camp on the beach so we could enjoy my favorite part of the night, the fireworks shooting off over the bay.

As the finale approached, I pouted.

“I hate when they end.”

Gesturing toward himself, Eris replied. “It’s a good thing you have a High Lord at your disposal to light up the night any time you wish.”

Before I could reprimand him for the crude comment, he began shooting small orbs of fire toward the water in a rainbow of colors.

My eyes sparkled watching the vibrant flares. Soon enough the orbs into butterflies of fire flying through the air, some circling around me. One brushed my cheek and there was no pain, just a gentle flutter.

“That’s… Just wow, that’s incredible, Eris!”

He gave a shrug of nonchalance in return.

“I bet you do that for all the ladies, don’t you?”

Eris looked me in the eyes, something unreadable in them.

“Only the ones I want to kiss.”

A moment passed before I realized that he was entirely serious.

And that I WANTED to kiss him.

So I did.

We kissed under the stars. It was a hard, passionate kiss, our shared breaths riddled with desperation, a profession of the unspoken words between us, “I’ve been waiting for this.”

And when we eventually pulled apart, I looked into his eyes with a smile, genuine, full of adoration, and Eris gently grasped the back of my head, pulling me into another searing kiss.

We shared many more before dawn.

You can’t undo a fall like this.

When Eris returned to the Autumn Court, I tried feeling any remorse for what we’d done. I was technically still a mated female, though I’d left and due to Azriel’s infidelity nobody expected me to honor the bond.

The guilt never came.

Eris had to travel so I wasn’t able to see him for the next couple weeks but we wrote back and forth often through enchanted notes. Curiosity or concern must have gotten the best of him because eventually he asked:

“Do you regret it?”

I knew exactly what he referred to.

“I regret many things, Eris. None of which pertain to you.”

I sent the letter to him with confidence. I did not regret a single thing about the night our lips collided on the beach.

“Thank the Mother, because I need to kiss you again.”

Heat radiated through me at his admission.

But then reality struck. He was the High Lord of the Autumn Court. I was the - separated, yes, but still - the mate of the Night Court’s Spymaster.

“Eris, I love spending time with you and will never regret it. You’ve helped me heal in ways I will never be able to repay you for. But this… how can this work? It’s messy.”

I sent the letter. My own heart crushing at the words. I didn’t want this to end but I couldn’t risk it going further just for reality to come crashing down on us.

Some time passed, the unease in my gut growing when his response appeared.

“If I wanted easy, I’d have married the daughter of some Autumn Lord. Nothing about my past has been easy and despite what some may believe, nothing worth having has come easily to me. Every second spent with you is worth it. Do not, Y/N, doubt that for one single moment. And perhaps this is crazy, but I would not want it any other way.”

It was that moment that I knew I wanted, I needed Eris as more than a friend.

“Then let’s be crazy, Eris Vanserra.”

I don't want "good" and I don't want "good enough"

The thing about immortality is that six months can bring more change than six decades or even centuries.

Six months ago I would have never dreamed that my mate would take the life we’d built over the years and tear it into shreds with those once sacred, beautiful scarred hands that I held reverently. The hands that placed the lovely mating band crafted from one of his own siphons on my finger after he’d made his vows, the hands that lovingly caressed my bare thighs through restless nights until sleep took me, hands that held me pressed to his chest and wiped away the tears of grief after yet another failed fertility cycle.

Those hands that held another and damned it all, the hands that came home and stroked my hair as pretty lies fell from his mouth, the hands that took my glass heart and dropped it.

I especially wouldn’t have dreamed that six months later I would be laying in the bed of the High Lord of the Autumn Court with his strong, warm hands holding me like this heart of mine that he’d forged anew was the most delicate, precious possession in his keep.

I want "can't sleep, can't breathe without your love"

We’d spent the night together making love. The kind of love making that shifts something intrinsic within a person, the type where no matter what happens, a piece of you is forever changed. It was more than just giving my body to him, it was a claiming of the soul.

We lay in bed all morning, his long fingers tracing along the arch of my bare back as he pressed soft kisses along my shoulder and neck. Between kisses, his low voice whispered quiet hopes and dreams for the future.

I was just about to speak those three words that I’d only ever spoken to one other male when a loud knock came on the chamber door.

“For fuck’s sake” Eris muttered before shouting “Come back later!”

“We apologize, High Lord but this is urgent.” a muffled male voice replied through the closed door.

Eris growled, shifting out of bed and throwing on his sweatpants not bothering with a shirt. I enjoyed the view.

“This better be worth my while, lads.” Eris hissed in a tone that conveyed “I’m very fucking inconvenienced right now but understand that you are doing your duty as my sentries.”

“Apologies again, High Lord, but we’ve….”

The male outside the door cleared his throat in attempt to communicate that the matter should be discussed privately.

“It’s fine.” Eris grumbled. “Just get on with it.”

“We, well, High Lord, we’ve apprehended the Shadowsinger. He was making an attempt to infiltrate the keep.”

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How would TBB react to seeing the reader about to leave on a night out dressed up in a super hot outfit?

Gender-neutral reader, but feminine presenting. Words like 'beautiful' and 'pretty' are used!

Hunter - Even with half of his face tattooed, he still manages to blush through the thickness of the ink. - He's truly lost for words. - Hunter has an adorable stutter as he compliments, "wow, you look… nice- I mean, incredible. Good. Beautiful?" - Hunter then facepalms as he scolds himself for picking "nice" as his first compliment. Ugh, you look so much more than nice! - You'll both be giggling as Hunter takes a deep breath, and begins going into detail about how good you look, highlighting the specific parts that really stand out to him. - You're heading out with friends, but Hunter is quietly hinting that he wants to come along. Totally not because he's jealous or anything, but because he hopes to meet your friends, right? The friends that he's met several times before? Yeah! - Tell him that you'll still be looking this good when you come back home later tonight, and he'll get the hint. - However, he may need to leave a fresh mark or two on your neck, just to get the point across that you're taken.

Echo - This poor, poor man is going to turn the deepest shade of red when he finally sees you. - Why, just WHY did you have to wear that specific outfit that he loves so much?! And you're going out without him too?! Oh, what a tease! - Echo is lost for words as he gushes over you. He feels like it's his wedding day - How is he this lucky? How did he land an angel like you? - There's a tear in his eye as you smother him in kisses, reassuring him that you're all his, that you're the lucky one for being with him, that you can't wait to come home and snuggle up with him later. - Echo doesn't ask for much, but he would like to be kept in the loop on your whereabouts. Purely for your own safety! - "And when you reach the next bar, just comm me. Your friends have my comm number too, don't they? If anything goes wrong, and you want picking up-" blahblahblah. - One final smother in reassuring kisses, and you're good to hit the town!

Wrecker - His mouth instantly hangs open, his eyes turn wide, and his facial expression swiftly turns into a grin as he comments, "HOT!!" - You know in cartoons where the character's mouth drops open, and they begin howling and barking? Yeah, that's Wrecker. - Seriously, you look hot, and Wrecker's going to ensure that you know it. - "Look at you! I can't believe I got myself an angel as sweet as you!" - He'll mention how he's sad that he's not tagging along, but he'll assure you that it's important you spend your time with your friends. - Wrecker isn't as clingy as he seems. After all, he'll be right here, waiting for your return. - And when you do return, all your hangover needs will be met. A tall glass of water waiting for you, a midnight snack, breakfast in bed, and a big buff man to cuddle you back to health!

Tech - This will go one of two ways: - Option one: Tech eyes you up and down, and with a firm nod, he comments, "that is suitable attire for your evening. I hope you enjoy yourself." - Option two: Tech's brain short circuits. He can barely muster up a thought, let alone a comment. Radio silence, but his expression says it all. - Either way, Tech is more than impressed with your outfit choice, and how stunning you look. He just… struggles to find the words, like a deer in the headlights. - Give him a few moments, and you'll be met with suitable praise. "How exquisite you look, a truly elegant and radiant creature." - Tech can't pinpoint one specific word to describe how beautiful you look, so instead, he selects the most complex and in-depth ones. He doesn't want to rely on a 'standard compliment.' - A few kisses later, and you're off to meet your friends. All the while, Tech begins pacing around the Marauder like a lost puppy. He needs to keep himself occupied until you return!

Crosshair - He's instantly thirsty for you, smiling cheekily as he eyes you up, gawking at the sight of you. - Crosshair has a way with words, and spews out his praise, all whilst kneading at your waist, his hands trailing down to grab your ass whilst he steals a handful of kisses from you. - And then it dawns on him… - You're going out with your friends tonight, not him… - Jealousy swiftly takes over, and his compliment turn into teasing (yet petty) jabs. Nothing to hurt your feelings, though. - "Any reason why you're wearing this tonight? Do you need more attention? Am I not enough for you?" - Whilst his tone is teasing, there's a desperate need for validation. - Yes, he knows you'd never be stupid and hurt him, but… can you please remind him one more time? - Don't be surprised when you leave, and minutes later, Crosshair sends you a holotext. "Comm me if you need anything, Beautiful."

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