Guaranteed Uncommon One-shots
Possible Triggers
-mentions of suicide
-cursing
-themes of self harm/angst
No NSFW, but some light affection.
-GN and She/Her specific pronouns
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Titles Held (At one point)
#1 Oneshots
#3 Gon
#1 Reader-chan
#4 kil...
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The silver haired male shifts his gaze from the window, and the soft sound of rain pattered against the glass as he smiles.
-"Of course."-
He replies, making his way towards the beeping heart monitor, that sat next to the brown cabinet. A vase of fresh flowers tended to and trimmed stood upon it, almost like an priceless artifact.
-"Would you like the short version or the long version?"-
He asks, pulling up a chair.
∘︎❝︎The long one.❞︎∘︎
A soft chuckle of amusement escapes the ex-assassins lips, as he takes a seat next to the bright white sheets, the reflection casting a faint glow to appear on his pale face.
"Well...it was the end of summer. And the air had a calming sense..."
~♡~
"Killua! Killua! Killua!" A bright voice rang, causing the young male to whip around in concern.
"(Y/n)! What's wrong?? Are you okay? What happened?" He asks, instantly at his lovers side. The (h/c) haired individual points over to the setting sun, as the wind whips their hair around messily.
"You see them, right? My family. They're here and my little sister wants to play with me! Killua can I go?" They ask, feet dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. Killuas eyes widen, and he sighs, trying to pull his beloved back.
"(Y/n)...they might be tired. You played with them a lot today, you know." He reassures, giving a warm smile to ease their excitement. (Y/n)s eyes flare a bit, and they try to pull out of Killua's grasp.
"But they're here! They're HERE! Don't you see?? My family, Killua they're right here!" (Y/n) grins giddy. Killua bites his lip.
"How about we come back tomorrow and play with them? You need some rest-"
"NO!"
He was interrupted.
"Killua that's my family! You can't stop me from going to my family! They're mine! Mine! MINE!" (Y/n) stomps their foot, laughing and crying hysterically. The pale skinned hunter grits his teeth, pulling (Y/n)s frame closer to his. Wrapping his arms around a body that was punching, screaming, and kicking him was not an easy task.
