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constellyations · 6 months

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Hunter x Hunter ships I personally don’t like

These are ships that are NOT supported on my page.

Please note a couple things before reading.

1, I do not hate any ships for being WLW, MLM or NL (hetero) unless it’s the result of representation erasure (An example of this is in the Owl House Community. People ship Lunter and say that it’s ok because Luz is a canon Bisexual but it’s still WLW relationship erasure!!! I do not support Lunter btw…)

2, I’m gonna mention stuff like proshipping and toxic relationships so please be warned if you’re triggered by those types of things do not read under the cut

3, I’m also gonna talk about ships I lovehate due to having extremely mixed opinions.

Alright that’s all!! Enjoy your reading and please remember to respect my opinions and interpretations of the characters. This will also include spoilers for the entire animated series.

Killunary (Killua x Canary)

There are a couple reasons why I don’t like this ship but it’s mostly because of the power imbalance. Certain employee x employer ships just don’t work due to extreme power imbalance. The main example of this is the Zoldyck family and their abusive nature towards all the butlers, including how Kikyo treats Canary when she got close to Killua.

The other reason is because I see Killua as a heavily MLM coded character. And I’m sorry if you don’t agree but based on both his canon and non-canon interactions with the various women of the story, I don’t think he’s straight. I personally think he might be gay/vincian but it’s up to interpretation!! I cannot see Killua dating a girl. (This includes ships like KilluRetz and Killumane)

Hisomachi (Hisoka x Machi)

Again, Hisoka is a heavily MLM coded character with Machi being the only woman in the series he’s shown possibly romantic interest in. Hisoka himself is an extremely harmful stereotype of a gay man being overly flamboyant but also predatory towards kids and women. That is a stereotype that is shown and pushed VERY often with Hisoka. (If you do view Machi as WLW, which I do, she’s also a harmful stereotype of the mean, man hating, lesbian./lh)

Also the fact that Machi straight up rejected his dinner offer in the Heaven’s Arena Arc should be enough to push the fact that she doesn’t like him…

Kuroneon (Chrollo/Kuroro x Neon)

Ok I only have like one reason but I feel like it’s validated tbh!!! He literally attacked her and stole her ability. And I don’t wanna go on a whole rant about Neon and her complexities rn but her nen ability, lovely ghostwriter, was essentially the only reason for her father to love her and care the way he did…

Also their age difference urks me ALOT cuz Neon is about the same age as Kurapika (17-19) and Chrollo is pushin 30… T-T

Kurokura (Chrollo/Kuroro x Kurapika)

A lot of people ship them because “lol omg enemies to lovers!!” But like. This isn’t that kind of enemies to lovers hun… :// Chrollo and the troupe literally massacred the Kurta Clan with zero mercy and left Kurapika alone and almost defenseless in an unfamiliar world. He destroyed everything Kurapika had. That’s not something Kurapika would or will forgive easily. Kurapika is literally destroying himself inside out because of what the troupe did to the Kurta Clan. This ship is just ugh it’s so toxic I hate >:(

Also again, even if Chrollo didn’t destroy the Kurta Clan, age difference. Kurapika’s the same age as Neon (17-19) and Chrollo is PUSHING 30!!!!! Icky!!!

Tbh this goes for any of the Troupe x Kurapika… gross age difference and disgusting enemies to lovers dynamic.

Pitokai (Neferpitou x Kite/Kaito)

One of my biggest icks ever is Victim x Killer because like how would YOU feel if you were violently murdered for seemingly no reason and then find out that there are people out there who think you and your killer would be cute if you dated O.O

Yeah it’s like… really toxic. I don’t have the energy to go into all the details of it but Killer x Victim has no reason to be as popular as it is…

Wisky (Wing x Bisky)

(I couldn’t find any GIFs of them from the movie so you get this still image)

Teacher x Student dynamics really ick me as well… in most but not all cases the teacher is somewhat of a parental figure and the student is very young, in most cases a minor!!! We don’t exactly know if Wing was a kid when Bisky taught him nen since she refers to most people younger then as kids but the idea that she was extremely influential in his earlier years and has that older adult figure role in his life makes the idea of shipping them just.. it makes my skin crawl tbh ^^|||

Also there’s a HUGE age difference with Bisky being 57 and Wing being in his early 20s.

Gingkite (Ging x Kite/Kaito)

Again w the teacher x student guys… the same reasons as with Wisky expect we know for a fact that Ging met and started training Kite when he was a teenager! Makes this extra icky.

Again with the age difference! Ging is in his 30s I think maybe 40s? And Kite is in his early 20s. Pretty big age gap!!!

Any incestous Zoldyck ships

The fact that I even have to state this… dude… c’mon…. Incest is NOT cool chat!!

Any ships between the siblings? DISGUSTING!!

Between the kids and the parents? GRODY!!

Between Zeno and his grandkids? OUTRAGEOUS!!

This isn’t even just limited to the Zoldyck family dude… Mito x Ging is a thing apparently…

Any Child x Adult

Again… why do I need to state this… shipping adults x children is WEIRD!!! And NOT OK!!!

Hisoka x Gon? GROSS!!

Killua x Illumi? DOUBLE GROSS!! INCEST IS ALSO NOT OK.

Killua x Machi? STILL GROSS!!!!

Please if you ship canon children with adults… please… just get off my page :^

Merupouf (Meruem x Shaiapouf)

Gonna be so fr w you guys… I used to ship this… i thought they were funny :’) I’VE RECOVERED DW!!! (/lh)

Uh yeah so the power dynamic is really erm!!! /neg I genuinely cannot go into detail about how toxic they are but I’ll try to summarize… Pouf has like a perfected version of Meruem in his head as the king but when Meruem starts to change for the better he rejects it and thinks he knows what’s best for the king and shit!!! Also Meruem treats his Royal guards like shit (at the beginning) their relationship gets only slightly better towards the end but it’s still abusive!!!

Also my friend Eren pointed out that the Royal guards exist solely for Meruem. Like they are Meruem and Meruem only. Everything is for him and that adds like a super fucked up dynamic to this ship…

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Ok so that’s all I can think of rn… please try to understand that this is MY interpretation and perception of these characters. It is ok if this is not how you see these characters, but it is how I see them.

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trashscenariihxh · 1 year

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Pariston x Reader x Wing part 10

I bet you all thought you’d seen the last of me, huh?

You ignored Wing’s texts for two weeks, and they were the longest two weeks of your life. Every message he sent made your stomach grow heavy, and your chest grow tight.

“Can I see you again?”

“Are you all right?”

“Can you please let me know if you’re okay?”

You knew that the wisest, kindest thing to do would be to respond to him. To tell him that you didn’t think seeing him again was a good idea. That you wished him the best, and that you were sorry. And yet, you couldn’t. Despite knowing that you didn’t have it in you to leave your husband, and that the double life you were leading was unsustainable, you couldn’t. Wing had opened a window to happiness and warmth, and you couldn’t bring yourself to close it.

As the days passed, his texts dwindled, becoming less and less frequent until they finally stopped altogether. It was a heartbreaking relief.

If Pariston had noticed any change in your demeanor, he didn’t let on. He didn’t pay you any special attention, good or otherwise. He stayed out late at the office most nights, and came home smelling faintly of expensive perfume more often than not. Once, you’d noticed a smudge of red lipstick on his collar. It was so glaringly obvious, so very cliche, that you were sure that he’d done it on purpose. That he wanted you to see.

The calm, almost smug look that he gave you when your eyes rested on the incriminating red smudge that night almost seemed like a taunt. A challenge. Like Pariston was daring you to say something. You refused to give him the satisfaction. Refused to let on just how much it hurt. Despite everything Pariston had done, despite the gleeful sadism he injected into your marriage every day, you still loved him far more than he’d ever loved you. And Pariston knew it.

Your resolve not to contact Wing cracked a few nights afterwards. As you composed a text to him, guilt flooded your chest; you were lonely, hurting, and desperately in need of affection. Wing could give you that and more, and yet you knew that you could only offer him part of yourself. Wing deserved better.

Still, your guilt wasn’t strong enough to stop you from sending him an apologetic message and a request to meet again. Nor was it enough to make you feel any remorse when he responded less than five minutes later, suggesting you go over to his place when he got off work. You knew that what you were doing, meeting him without making any plans to leave your husband, was utterly unfair to him. And yet, when you thought about the way Wing looked at you, the way his dark eyes crinkled in the corners when he smiled, the gentle way in which he touched you, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

***

You hadn’t intended to be overly emotional when you showed up at Wing’s apartment, but the second he opened the door to let you in, you flung yourself into his arms and buried your face in his chest, mumbling a series of muffled apologies into the rumpled fabric of his shirt.

Wing stiffened at first contact, but soon enough relaxed and wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft, tender kiss to the top of your head. He held you like that, softly, securely, for a few minutes, neither pushing you away nor bringing you closer. When you finally pulled back, you fixed him with an apologetic stare.

“Wing, I’m so sorry, I owe you an explanation.”

He shook his head, his dark eyes gentle. “No, you don’t. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.” You sighed. “I- I couldn’t… I thought if I…” Your voice stopped working when you found that you were unable to turn the jumble of words and thoughts swirling through your head into coherent sentences.

And Wing, sweet, kind, patient Wing understood. He sighed softly, ran his fingers through his messy hair and gave you one of his gentle half-smiles. “___, it’s okay. Really. I get it. You don’t have to-”

You cut him off with a kiss. It wasn’t intentional. You had wanted to talk more, to make him listen, to somehow convince him that you weren’t worth his time. But instead, you kissed him, and he reciprocated.

No words were exchanged as the two of you made your way to the bedroom. Wing’s lips were on you most of the way, his hands firmly on your hips as he guided you. You undressed yourselves quickly without shyness or reverence; the two of you had your minds set on being in bed, joined together, your bodies pressed close without any barriers.

As soon as he undressed himself, Wing was on you again, his hands running up your sides, over your breasts, his mouth on your neck. You allowed him to back you towards the bed, falling backwards when the backs of your legs hit the mattress. Wing went with you, pulling back just enough to let you reposition yourself amongst the blankets and pillows. Once you were situated, he crawled back on top of you, caging you in with his arms as he lavished you with kisses, soft, gentle, with just a hint of a bite.

You ran your fingers through his hair, biting your lip when he nipped at your collarbone before moving lower towards your breasts. When he ran his tongue over a nipple, you let out a soft whine. Your eyes fluttered shut as he began to suck, his hand moving up your body to cup and knead your other breast.

When he pulled away, you expected him to settle between your thighs, but instead he pressed a kiss to your sternum and worked his way down, between your breasts, over your soft stomach, towards your sex. You let out a choked gasp when you felt his tongue, warm and wet, swipe over your folds and swirl around your clit.

Wing was a clumsy man, but there was nothing clumsy or sloppy about the way he lapped at you, the way his tongue ran over every sensitive inch of skin. When you felt him begin to work you open with his long, tapered fingers, you ran your hand over his scalp, your fingers raking through his hair.

All too soon, he withdrew his fingers, kissed his way back up your body, and slotted himself neatly between your spread legs. You spread your legs a bit more to better accommodate him, and grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself. When he kissed you as he pushed inside, you tasted yourself on his tongue.

Wing paused for a moment, breathing heavily, his cock buried inside you. The two of you exchanged lazy kisses; you could feel his cock twitch deep in your heat. Finally, he began to move, taking you with deep, lazy thrusts.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, eager to keep him close. As Wing continued to move against you, you felt that deep, hot tautness in your abdomen taking shape, and clung to him even more desperately. You were sure that if you didn’t, you would fall apart.

“___, you feel… you feel…” Wing’s words were interrupted by a throaty groan as his hips snapped forward to bury himself in you again. He shifted his weight for a moment, reaching up to grab your hand and pin it to the bed, his fingers interlacing with yours. His lips pressed against your neck, his teeth grazing softly along your jugular, careful not to leave a mark.

You did not have any such reservations, and when his cock bumped against a particularly sensitive spot, you gasped and bit his shoulder. The action spurred him on, and he increased the pace, fucking into you earnestly with hints of desperation. His breaths had begun to grow ragged and uneven, and a series of deep, masculine groans emanated from his chest as he moved.

You soon found yourself on the precipice of release, the tautness between your legs reaching a dizzying intensity. When Wing moaned out your name and nipped at your ear it became too much, and your world fell away. The clenching of your muscles proved too much for Wing to withstand for long, and he reached his own peak just moments later, slamming into you and finishing with a deep groan of your name.

He remained atop you for a few minutes after, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and mouth. When he finally rolled off, he immediately gathered you into his arms.

“Was that okay?” He kissed your shoulder and sighed contentedly.

“More than okay.” You smiled at him. “Perfect.”

He laughed sheepishly, and reached over to the bedside table to retrieve his glasses. “I want to be able to actually see you,” he explained, somewhat shyly as he put them on.

“I hope it was okay, that I uh… finished. Inside. I’m sorry, I should have asked.” He cleared his throat, his hand running over the swell of your hips.

“It’s fine. I’m on the pill. Nothing to worry about.”

“Still. I should have asked.” He lapsed into thoughtful silence, which he broke a few minutes later.

“___… do you want to leave him?”

The question caught you off guard. “Hm?”

“Your husband. Are you happy with him? Do you want to stay with him?”

You sighed. “Wing…”

“You should leave him, you know. Not necessarily for me. But just, in general.”

You glanced at him. He was staring at the ceiling, brow slightly furrowed.

“I know. You’re right, it’s just-”

“Complicated. I know.”

You sighed and nodded. You hoped it would be the end of the matter, but Wing had other ideas.

“Do you love him?”

You stiffened in Wing’s arms, unsure of what to say exactly.

“I… I think I’m just… I don’t know. Maybe I do. Maybe I love who he used to be.”

Who he pretended to be.

Wing nodded, eyes still thoughtful. “Look, I can’t force you to do anything. This is ultimately up to you. But for what it’s worth, I think you should leave him. For your own sake.”

There was nothing forceful or insistent about his words; Wing was being sweet and reasonable, his voice as kind and patient as always. Yet, you felt a surge of irritation at his words.

“I’ll handle it, okay? Can we just… drop it? Please?” You immediately regretted your sharp tone of voice. “I’m sorry. It’s just been rough. And confusing. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah… I know. I’ll let it be.” Wing gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. “What time do you have to go back?”

“I don’t know…” You thought about it. About returning home to wait for Pariston to return, dick still wet from his latest infidelity. About the saccharine way he’d ask you about your day. Anger flared in you, and you came to a decision.

“You know what? Who cares?”

“___…”

“No, really.” You turned in Wing’s arms to face him. “Why should I hurry home to greet the man who is probably fucking his secretary as we speak?”

Wing sighed. “He’ll suspect something. You know he will.”

“Let him. He’s taken enough from me. I don’t care what he thinks.”

As you snuggled against Wing, resting your head on his chest, you found that for the first time in a very long time, you truly didn’t.

***

You ended up staying with Wing until the early hours of the morning. When you saw your husband’s car in the driveway, you ignored the nagging nervousness that tugged at your chest. Pariston didn’t have a leg to stand on, after all. He’d been having affairs for years, and put very little effort into hiding it. Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself for the barrage of questions that were sure to be thrown your way when you went to bed.

To your surprise, however, Pariston didn’t stir when you entered the bedroom. When you showered, dried off, and got into bed next to him, he didn’t move either. This was odd, because Pariston had always been a very light sleeper, but you figured that he must have tired himself out.

As you felt yourself drift off to sleep, you allowed yourself to relive what had transpired at Wing’s apartment, and to revel in the warmth that such thoughts provided you.

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