juustozzi:

Kurapika wasn’t going to sleep, just rest a bit, but his head dropped down in uncontrollable nods in a fight against drifting off. The rain was falling heavier, but Senritsu’s quiet singing didn’t drown, but danced along it, made it a part of the melody. He could hear fabric shuffle, one of the boys trying to find comfort in their sleep, and his own raspy breath.

It was so calm and peaceful. When was the last time they had been like this? It must’ve been before crossing the fallen power lines. Leorio had made them a small shelter, which was surprisingly comfortable for four.

Kurapika’s thoughts drifted off with the melody. Leorio was always humming some tune, he would had loved to hear this song.

It almost felt like he was there, with everyone.

for hxh 69min, for promt “music”, a part of a zombie apoc au I’ve been thinking way too much about at work. ;;;

itsybitsyjoltik:

Bathtub Confessions

Gon’s uncharacteristically nervous, but then he probably never needed to be. After all, Killua is Killua. (Set during episode 37 of HxH 2011, light Kirugon if you squint.) 

Notes: Trans Gon fic. Features age appropriate curiosity re: genitals, but there’s nothing sexual about it. For the sake of this fic, I’m operating on the assumption that Illumi’s needle didn’t make Killua totally forget Alluka, it just prevented him from trying to help her or possibly talk about her in much detail.

(Also on AO3)

“Hey, Killua,” Gon says as they undress, uncharacteristically nervous. He’s taken off his jacket, boots, and socks already, but he’s paused at his undershirt.

When he’d suggested taking a bath together, it hadn’t been something he’d put a lot of thought into. It was faster and more efficient that way – not that he didn’t enjoy baths, but there were so many things he wanted to show Killua now that he’s here on Whale Island with him – and he thought it would be fun. Besides, it’s not that Gon’s ever really been ashamed of his body or even shy about nudity. When he was really little, Mito-san had apparently had a really hard time even getting him to wear clothes or keep them on sometimes. For much of his childhood, he didn’t even know there was anything that made his body different from most boys; he’d just always known that he was one. And even once he knew, he didn’t care what other people thought, mostly. On Whale Island, at least, even people who were confused were usually quick to accept him for who he was once he said he was a boy. Tourists were a little trickier, sometimes; it hurt whenever they just did not get it, no matter how hard he tried to explain. It hurt and it made him mad, too.

Killua, though… “Yeah?” Killua says, and Gon glances over. He’s facing away, already shirtless, but he pauses, too. “What’s up?”

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optimisticduelist:

tsukum i know you’re not steven universe but i need you to hear me out: 

Consider an au where gon and killua are so in love they decide to literally fuse and become a single being thats sort of a child/product of the two, a mix of their traits & powers, and a literal manifestation of their ongoing mutual conversation & continuing adoration for each other

Then they grow millenias old together that way 

pls consider

Carp(e) Diem Chapter 11

wordhuntering:

The man looks more like a magician than a thief. His clothes are bright and ridiculous, clinging tightly to his stomach but loosely on his limbs. His skin is way too pale for him to have been in the desert for long, and…are those tattoos under his eyes? He’s the strangest bandit Gon’s ever seen, but beyond his weird appearance there’s something off about him, something that makes Gon feel excited.

“Who are you?”

The man looks away from Killua, gives Gon a mildly interested glance that doesn’t extend to the rest of his smug expression.

“A better question is who are you? ♠” the magician says. His eyes drift along Gon’s body, not so much lecherous as curious, like a lazy cat eyeing a tasty-looking bird it can’t decide will be worth the effort to eat, but it’s uncomfortable all the same. It sends the exhilarating feeling of fear skating down Gon’s back. His body kicks into overdrive, and a smile threatens his lips. It’s been forever since he felt this kind of fear, the kind that makes him feel alive.

Continue reading here or start from the beginning here.

Killua/Gon, role-reversal AU.

anorable:

“So,” Killua starts. His eyes linger on the blood, and then the body. “You killed him?”

Gon looks away, a strange sort of glint to his features. “I, um, well…”

‘I didn’t mean to’ would be a lie. ‘It was instinct’ would probably scare the other boy away.

So Gon trails off, choosing to say nothing. He stares down at the claws of his hands, wonders just how much Killua saw.

“He was coming after you.” Killua breaks the quiet. “And it’s the Hunter Exam. It’s okay to be scared.”

But I’m not, Gon doesn’t say. I’m not scared of anyone here. You should be scared of me. 

“Ne, Killua,” Gon finally says, his voice faraway.

Killua, strangely, doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah?”

“You want to find your Dad, right?" 

Killua nods, a bit perplexed. “Mm.”

"Okay,” Gon says, and the claws recede. He ignores the feeling of blood, curling under his nails. “I’ll make sure you do. Okay?”

There’s a dead man sprawled between them, there is blood on Gon’s skin, but there is no fear on Killua’s face. He smiles.

“Okay.”