Leorio - Tumblr Posts
Best to worst hugger in hxh:
1. Leorio
He has long arms and a fatherly spirit, which really is just he best combination for hugs.
2. Gon
He has so much love in his very small body and he lets it out in bear hugs.
3. Alluka/Nanika
They both seem like they would give great hugs, 10/10 would definitely hug on sight.
4. Killua
Due to his emotional constipation and horrible childhood Killua probably hasn’t hugged or been hugged very much, but as an older brother and a friend of Gon he has to have gotten pretty good at it.
5. Kurapika
He is NOT a good hugger, and the only reason he isn’t lower on the list is because the other two are just horrible at hugging.
6. Illumi
I imagine hugging Illumi would feel as nice and safe as hugging a splintered wooden board.
7. Hisoka
Awful, -100/10. He’s probably already groping you, pull away!
Lil drawing for Yorknew Day this year!! I want the friends to all meet up again...and I want Alluka to meet Leorio n Kurapika I think she'd really like them ;__;
-will you let me take care of you? Will you let me stay by your side? Whatever time we get is precious
i made these at 4am like a month ago so enjoy
drew these for a friend's project
happy september 1st to the best hxh arc !!!!
my thoughts on the hxh phantom rouge movie
pls do not take this too seriously i just wanna talk about things i noticed when watching it while sleep deprived last night 😊👍😊👍
🚨YAPPER ALERT🚨
-ik kurapika defo would’ve mentioned him at some point to gon and killua but how the fuck did they recognise (puppet) uvogin… like no hesitation….. did kurapika show them a picture or what
-why was kurapika so badly dumbed down and ooc in the movie it actually pissed me off (not really) like one of the main plot points is that the puppet guy (insufferable prick who I’ll get to later) used dead pairo to steal kurapika’s eyes but the issue is that he used pairo’s child self to lure him in like…. 🤨 based on the flashbacks i’m assuming kurapika was around 11-12 when the kurta clan massacre happened and pairo was probably either the same age or a year or two younger (i am not looking this up due to i can’t be bothered) so how the fuck did kurapika not question why his supposedly alive friend hadn’t aged a day in about five years
-especially as kurapika is mostly pretty level headed and logical so how would he not figure that out
-the timeline was confusing as hell to me bc based on uvo and pakunoda being dead in the movie and killua still having illumi’s manipulation needle i’d assume it’s anywhere between the end of the york new arc to the end of the greed island arc but thanks to the power scaling it’s really hard to tell ????????? like somehow gon and killua were basically unscathed after getting directly hit by uvo (the physically strongest member of the troupe) but basically just attacked by combining their nen and overall didn’t seem that strong like how strong are they meant to be by this point
-the townspeople in this movie are coming out on top in the idgaf war because the way none of them reacted to uvo demolishing a hospital… like no commotion. NADA. they just minded their business the entire movie (inspirational tbh)
-but also why was the hospital so desolate and why was kurapika the only one there
-the way only gon, killua and the blonde girl reacted to uvo fucking up the hospital while kurapika remained unbothered
-finally gonna talk about that ugly mf omokage
-he looks like a toxic love interest from an early 2000s dark fantasy harem anime
-like why was he in a completely different art style
-his ability soul doll or whatever it’s called is stupid op bc you’re telling me he can just create puppets of anyone he wants with their exact strength just like that ???????
-also what is the criteria for creating the puppets bc i swear they never explain how he’s able to create them
-like does he need their hair or what
-still confused on how kurapika used chain jail on him considering he isn’t a spider anymore (no clue how the limitations to his power were so flexible) #plotconvenience
-illumi looked uglier than usual in this movie especially at the beginning when he killed those kids
-hisoka’s hair being more orange than red also pissed me off
-we got one shalnark line in the movie tho 😍😍😍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍 crumbs
-speaking of crumbs for a movie about the phantom troupe they had barely any screen time
-like barely even five minutes 💔
-lastly just wanna say how fuxking ugly the blonde girl’s puppet was i hate it so much
-lastly lastly ik i posted this already but the cgi fish made me giggle bc they look so out of place (ik i couldn’t do any better i just found them funny tee hee)
that’s it hope you enjoyed reading my complaints about a cash-grab anime movie 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕😜😜😜😜 can’t wait to watch the last mission tonight so i can complain about it tomorrow 💙 that’s what you get when you’re desperate for hxh content lols but like i said pls don’t take this too seriously okay mwah xoxoxo
hxh shitpost based on the tweet ever
Recent hxh art 💫
Very proud of this, I think I did them justice :D
Reference:
Then why they look at each other like that 👀
if leopika not canon then why
omorihxh
I honestly dont know what to call this au specificaly but I may be insane anwyays!
I finished gon and kallutos dream world faces and made a neutral one for kurapika
I dont even know what Im going to do with these. You would think modding the game to make this au would be the point of making all this but first of all i have neither the experience, knowledge, or probably computer even the resources to mod a game, and I don’t even know if I want to take this project that far, I’m just having fun!
anyways
oh boy
I decided that I wanted to make the real world characters as seen here
but it’s the hxh au… and well… I did it, so
I made it so much more complicated than the original looks, but im so proud of it anyways… I may make a dream world one, too… but not now lol.
I really love kallutos design i am so proud of the paper star and ughghghhg they just looks so good.
Alluka looks a little like a horse girl but thats ok!!!
Kurapika is meant to look mad and I am living grgrgrgrgr
Also I love how everybody else has like unique designs influenced by how this is in an au, but killua and leorio are just there wearing clothes that they usually would lol.
I have transparent versions, so if you have use for them, use them i guess as long as you credit me!!
This took me so long to make i love them anyways
keep doing things like breathing dont forget to do that
Hunter X Hunter Stamps
oh how I’ve missed you- Uvogin Oneshot
——-
Short smut fanfic!
——-
It’s been exactly 3 weeks 2 days and 6 hours since youd last since Uvogin. But who’s counting? You definitely were. You’re aware of the life he leads, facing hunters and being a wanted criminal, but it never stopped you from missing him when he was away for so so long. The way he laughed so loud and boastfully as he threw his head back. Or how he’d bring you close to him and cuddle with you whenever he felt like it. It was feeling like an eternity without him.
You cuddle up into the pillows, his pillow, smelling it longing for him. Longing for his intamacy, and smell once again. Eventually your thoughts get dirtier and dirtier about him.. Taking off your shorts and underwear swiftly, you spit on your fingers and rub that swollen clit to the thought of Uvo and how good he feels whenever your with him.
Feeling so horny you began to hump his pillow just to feel something close to him...
“Mhm I miss you so much uvogin.” You moan with tears in your eyes as you continue riding and touching yourself.
“Well is that so?” A voice calls out. Your eyes dart to the figure in the doorframe, one you hadn’t even known was there. Frantically you bolt off the pillow and cover up with a blanket.
“Uvo! Your home” you say shyly.
“Well don’t stop just for me. Don’t be shy now.” He grins menacingly. “Say, you should ride my face just like that. Matter of fact you’re going to.”
Uvogin swiftly comes to the bed picking you up with ease and placing you on his face. “You know y/n it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, and I’m really, really hungry.”
“Uvo! D-don’t talk with your mouth full!” You retort as a tease. He’d make you eat those words, and cry out for him just as you did earlier.
his tongue lapped quickly at your folds, with such haste as you bounced on his face trying to escape. It was no use as his hands held you down with ease. “Uvo!” You cry out from the pleasure. “Mhmm.”
He groans into your warmth, sending a vibration throughout your body. The final straw to make you orgasm.
Uvogun feels your body go a bit limp from the pleasure, gently setting you down on the bed. “We’re not done just yet baby.” “Mhm.” You say with tears in your eyes. He spreads your legs, slightly kneeling on them to postion himself perfectly.
The giant man rubs up and down your wet cunt wanting you to beg for it. “I can’t take anymore Uvo! I need your cock inside me already.” Finally he hears the words he loves.
“My pleasure Y/n”
Dipping himself into you slowly, trying his best not to hurt you while he bottoms out. Only being able to take about 7 inches still made you feel so full.
“That’s my good girl.” He leans down to whisper into your ears as he pulls all the way out. Suddenly feeling empty you cry out. “Uv-“
Uvogin slams himself back into you beginning to stroke your wet cunt. He can’t help but relish in the fact that your a teary eyed mess full with his cock. “Who do you belong to Y/N” “Y-You uvo! I’m all yours.” Uvogin couldn’t help but ask again. “Who’s my little cock slut?”
“I-I am!” You cry back in response as a fuzzy feeling grows in your stomach. “You’re such a good girl, so wet and tight all for me.”
He practically howled still slamming into you with such speed. “Uvo I’m close!” You call out to him, feeling your orgasm arise. His fingers get quick to rubbing your swollen wet clit to speed up the process.
“Cum for me.” He whispers into your ear. “Uvogin~”
Hearing his full name called out as you clenched around him made him crack, releasing his warm cum into your pussy. “Mhm~” coming down from your high, little whimpers and Mewls escape your lips.. You can’t help but smile with pleasure and anticipation. It was going to be a LONG night.
He wanted to absolutely destroy you, break you into pieces shattering under him. Tonight, was the first night it a while he had you all to himself, staking his claim into your pussy once more. Putting your legs over his shoulders and positioning himself into you, he whispered once more.
“Oh how I’ve missed you.”
Hunter x House Oneshot!!!
an imaginative one shot I which the characters of hunter hunter Gon, Killua, Leorio and Kurapika are in a reality tb show with the phantom troupe!todays episode is a sleepover
——————
Interviewer: “So Kurapika, Gon, Leorio, Killua What do you think about today’s impending sleepover with the Troupe?”
Kurapika: “I think it’s bullshit. If that bitch chrollo try’s anything I’ll show him how much of a chain user I can be”
Leorio: “It’ll be interesting to se how it pans out. I just have to keep Kurta under control.” Gon and killua: “WERE GONNA STAY AWAY FROM HISOKA!”
(Next up the interviews with some members of the Phantom Troupe!” Interviewer: “So Uvogin, Nobunaga, and Chrollo what are your thoughts on the sleepover?” Uvogin: : “My thoughts are they’re not gonna have enough food for me.” Nobunaga: “Is it smoke friendly?” Chrollo: “I think it’ll be fun! I’ve changed and is like to befriend kurapika!” —
“Welcome. Welcome. Yes just come inside.” Kurapika said with bated breath. The sleepover time finally came and he was dreading it. “Kurapika, do your best to remain calm.” Leorio whispered into his ear, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “GON~ Where are you~?” Hisoka yelled out. “GON STOP HIDING FROM ME! I have candy~” “GON DO NOT TAKE THE CANDY!” Leorio and Killua yelled out running to find him. .
“Femboy, where’s the food at.” Uvogin asked. Try not to lose my cool. Try not to lose my cool. “Over there on that table. There’s loads.” Seeing uvogin walk over and prepare about three plates as his first course he could help but shout. “Y’all are fucking animals.” “KURAPIKA DON’T CURSE IN FRONT OF THE KIDS!” Leorio yelled form the other side of the house.
“YOU BITCH CLOWN GET AWAY!” He screamed running with gon and killua in his arms over to Kurapika. “Now what was that aboht cursing Leo?” “Fuxk it.” “Nobunaga, did you bring the brownies? “You know it uvo.” He handed him a special brownie. “Hisoka can you chill.” Illumi grabbed his ear dragging him away. Where was chrollo?
“KURAPIKA!!! I’m here I know you missed me.” Chrollo embraces kurapika in a hug getting shoved off. “Get the fuck off me !” “Ooo drama!” Machi and Shizuku whispers to each other. “Rude. BUT kurapika look! I thought it’d be nice to match with you.”
The blond looked to see Chrollo wearing the same Kurta Clan pajamas and he was wearing. “I even made you a card!”
Dear Kurapica: I’m very sorry for everything I’ve done. I hope you forgive me. Let’s be friends? -Signed Chroll.
“OH NO YOU DIDN’T” Kurapika threw a punch at chrollos face, getting held back by gon, killua, and leorio. “Kurapika this isn’t you!” Chrollo pleaded with him. “Why is chrollo trying to be a pick me?” Shizuku whispered to Machi. “I don’t know but it’s hella entertaining.” .
.
Interviews with Chrollo:
“I didn’t know Kurapika would react so badly.” He scoffed. “He even made fun of my spelling, what if I want to be called Chroll? He didn’t even care.” -
Uvogin: “I don’t know what boss thought he was doing. It was hellla entertaining though”
Shizuku: “me and machi already have pics in the gc of Him and Kurapika! We love gossip”
—
“Everybody it’s time for karaoke and games!” Gon called out. “I wanna sit next to gon” hisoka practically moaned out as Illumi dragged him to sit next to him. “I call the seat next to gon first.” Killua added. “Speaking of that, what’s this little brother?” Illumi showed the table a photo, it was GON AND KILLUA KISSING?!?”
“We haven’t even done that!” “Yet, Killua!” “GON YOURE MaAKING it worse.” “My babies are innocent.” Said Leorio and Kurapika. “Okay fine, I edited the photo.” Illumi sighed. “Moving forward, who wants to go first in karaoke?” Kurapika changed the subject.
“ME FIRST~ This goes out to Gon~” hisoka snatched the microphone, and lyrics.
“BaBy YouRe LikE LiGhTNiNg In A BoTtlE I CanT LeT You Go NoW that I’ve got you!!” “killua I’m scared” gon whispered
“OKAY THATS ENOUGH” “But I didn’t get to finish.” Kurapika snatched the microphone away. “Who’s next.” “ME! I’m going to be performing Call me Maybe with Nobunaga.” Uvogin offered. everybody was thinking. “Are they serious?”
Uvogin: “I THREW A WISH IN THE WELL.”
Nobunaga: “Don’t ask me I’ll never tell.”
Uvogin: “I looked to you as it fell, and now you’re in my way!”
Nobunaga: Trade my soul for a wish. Pennies and dimes for a kiss.” Uvogin: “I wasn’t looking for this but now your in my way.”
Unbeknowsnr to the two, practically everybody was recording, and dying laughing as the two High men sang. “Are they high?” Chrollo whispered to kurapika. “Bitch im not talking to you.” “Fine then meanie.”
Nobunaga: “YOUR Stare was holding, ripped jeans skin was showing.”
Uvogin: “Hot night wind was blowing, WHERE YOU THINK YOUR GOING BABY?”
Both of them: “HEY I JUST MET YOU, AND THIS IS CRAZY SO HERES MY NUMBER. SO CALL ME MAYBE!”
They finish: “bravo bravo, what a performance!” “WE DID THAT SHIT NOBU!” Uvogin roared. “Hellll yeah! Matter of fact I need another weed brownie.” “Me tooo.” They both run to the counter.
It was going to be a long night
(guys I know it’s bad, it was js a lil funny thing I thought of and didn’t put much effort! Lmaoo
Uvogin x Thief reader!
Here’s Part 1 of Uvogin z Thief Reader!!! It’s an upgrade to a really old fanfic of mine and I’m very happy about it! Gonna be a slow burn but a very well written descriptive story!
——————
You're not the type to back down, are you?" The sly voice echoed through the dimly lit corridor, a stark contrast to the chaos outside.
Y/N, the notorious thief known for her unmatched agility and uncanny ability to vanish into thin air, found herself in a tight spot. Cornered by a group of individuals who were equally adept in the art of theft and deception—the Phantom Troupe.
She had come to the auction hall to pilfer the latest set of rare artifacts, a prize that had eluded even the most skilled hands in the business. But as she held the gleaming treasure in her grasp, she felt the air thicken with the presence of her pursuers.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she recognized the unmistakable aura of Chrollo Lucifer, the leader of the Phantom Troupe. His crimson eyes bore into her as he offered a thin smile, the kind that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"You've got guts, I'll give you that," he said, his voice like velvet over a sharpened blade. "But I'm afraid you're in no position to decline my offer." The other members of the troupe emerged from the shadows, their faces a mix of curiosity and amusement.
Y/N, with the artifacts clutched tightly in her bag, took a step back, her mind racing. Join them? Impossible. But she knew better than to underestimate the ruthlessness of the Phantom Troupe. Her options were slim—join or become their next victim.
She met Chrollo's gaze with defiance, her jaw set. "What makes you think I'd ever consider joining a bunch of thugs like you?"
-^1: Y/N, a renowned thief, is caught by the Phantom Troupe at an artifact auction. Chrollo Lucifer, their leader, is impressed by her audacity and offers her a place in the group. Surrounded by the troupe, she considers her options, knowing their reputation for ruthlessness.-
The air in the corridor grew tense as the troupe members exchanged glances. Chrollo's smile grew wider, revealing a set of sharp teeth. "Ah, a challenge," he mused, "how delightful." He gestured to the burly figure standing behind him, "Take her to the room we've prepared. She'll think it over."
Y/N was marched down the corridor, her hands bound with an unbreakable Nen thread that burned at the slightest struggle. The room they brought her to was surprisingly spacious, with a single bed, a table, and a chair.
The walls were adorned with weapons and trinkets, hinting at its usual occupant's tastes. As the door slammed shut, she looked around, realizing she was to share this space with Uvogin, one of the most feared members of the Phantom Troupe.
Uvogin leaned against the wall, his arms folded over his broad chest, watching her with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "You're going to be a handful, aren't you?" he said, his deep voice rumbling through the space.
Y/N's eyes narrowed as she sized him up. Uvogin was notorious for his brute strength and volatile temperament. But she had a knack for reading people, and she could see the flicker of something else in his gaze—respect, perhaps. Or was it something more?
“It appears we are.”
"Looks like we're bunkmates," Uvogin said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate within the very walls of the room. He strolled over to the bed and plopped down, his boots hitting the floor with a thud. "Make yourself comfortable, if you can."
—————
Y/N took in the sparse accommodations, her mind racing with possible escape routes. She gritted her teeth, refusing to let the fear show on her face. "I'd rather not get too cozy with the enemy," she spat, her eyes never leaving his.
Uvogin chuckled, his amusement clear despite his gruff demeanor. "You've got spirit," he said, his eyes glinting with something akin to admiration. "But you're not going anywhere until Chrollo says so." He leaned back, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his sword. "But don't worry, I won't bite—unless you ask nicely."
The days turned into a tense dance of cat and mouse. Y/N tried to maintain her distance from Uvogin, but the confined space made it near impossible. She watched him, studied his every move, looking for weaknesses she could exploit. But every time she thought she had found one, he'd catch her eye and give her a knowing smirk, as if he could read her thoughts.
Uvogin, for his part, was surprisingly courteous. He never laid a hand on her, except to unbind her when she needed to eat or use the facilities. He'd even bring her food, though it was always cold and tasteless, a stark reminder of her captivity.
The other troupe members would come and go, trying to persuade her to join their ranks with various tactics—from sweet-talking to outright threats. But she remained firm, her resolve unshaken.
. Uvogin's courteous behavior surprises her, and she remains unshaken by the Phantom Troupe's attempts to recruit her.
Nights were the hardest. The silence was deafening, filled only with the occasional snore from Uvogin and the distant echoes of the city outside. She'd lie there, her mind racing with thoughts of escape, her body tense and ready to spring into action at the slightest sound.
But each night, she'd also find her gaze drawn to Uvogin's silhouette in the moonlight, his chest rising and falling steadily. There was something almost…comforting about his presence, despite the danger he posed.
One evening, unable to stand the incessant whispering of her thoughts, she spoke up, breaking the heavy silence. "Why do you guys want me so badly?" she asked, her voice low and measured.
Uvogin stirred from his position, his eyes opening lazily. "You've got potential," he said, his voice gruff with sleep. "Chrollo sees something in you that could be…useful."
Y/N rolled her eyes. "I'm not a tool to be used," she retorted, trying to keep the tremor of fear out of her voice.
Uvogin sat up, his gaze intense. "You're not just any thief," he said, his tone serious. "You've got a reputation, and not just for your skills. You're…different.".
Y/N felt a twinge of annoyance at his perceptiveness. She had worked hard to keep her emotions in check, to never let anyone see past her tough exterior. Yet here she was, confined with a man who could potentially crush her with his bare hands, and he was peeling back layers she had kept hidden for years. "What do you mean, different?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.
Uvogin leaned against the headboard, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. "You've got guts, y/n," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "But it's more than that. There's a…spark in you. A fire that refuses to be put out, no matter the odds." He paused, studying her in the moonlit room. "The troupe needs that kind of spirit."
Y/N scoffed, trying to ignore the warmth that his words kindled within her. "Flattery won't get you anywhere," she said, turning away to face the wall. But his words had planted a seed of doubt in her mind. Was she really so special? Or was this just another ploy to get her to comply?
The days grew longer, the tension in the room thickening with each passing hour. Y/N felt a strange pull towards Uvogin, a confusing mix of fear and attraction. She would catch herself watching him when he wasn't looking, studying the way his muscles moved as he sharpened his nails—his own brand of Nen. His eyes, though fierce, held a gentleness that seemed at odds with his reputation.
“Goodnight Uvogin.” Y/n promptly flipped her body to face the other direction. “Goodnight y/n!!” His voice boomed with happiness
——
One night, unable to sleep, she found herself staring at the tattoo on his chest, a symbol of the Phantom Troupe. It was intricate, almost mesmerizing. "What's it like?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Being in the troupe?"
Uvogin's eyes narrowed, sizing her up. "It's family," he said, his voice gruff. "We watch each other's backs, share our spoils, and fight together. We're not just a bunch of thieves and murderes. We're something more."
Y/N rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand. "And what makes you think I'd fit in?" she asked, her voice a challenge.
Uvogin's gaze softened, and for a moment, she saw a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes. "You remind me of someone," he murmured, almost to himself.
"Someone who didn't take crap from anyone, no matter how powerful they were."
The room grew quiet again, and Y/N felt the weight of his stare. She knew he wasn't just referring to her skills; there was something personal in his words.
"Someone from your past?" she ventured, curiosity piquing.
Uvogin's expression remained stoic, but she could see the flicker of memory in his eyes. "Someone I cared about," he admitted. "Someone who didn't make it out of this life."
The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken understanding. Y/N knew all too well the pain of loss and the cost of the life they led. For a moment, she allowed herself to feel a flicker of something other than defiance—sympathy.
"I'm sorry," she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Uvogin's gaze sharpened, as if surprised by her sudden show of emotion.
A moment later, she felt his hand on her shoulder, gently turning her to face him. "Don't be," he said, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. "It's the life we chose."
Y/N looked into his eyes, seeing the weight of his words. For the first time, she saw the man behind the moniker, the pain and the loyalty that had driven him to this path. It was a stark reminder that even in a world of thieves and killers, there were moments of humanity.
"Why do you stay with them?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Uvogin's hand lingered on her shoulder, his gaze searching hers. "Because," he began, his voice rough with emotion, "they're all I've got." He paused, his eyes flickering with something that looked almost like regret. "We're all lost souls, Y/N. Bound together by a thread of fate that none of us can cut. Besides I love violence, and making people feel pain.” His chuckles boomed with mischievously at his confession.
Y/N felt a pang of something unfamiliar—sympathy, perhaps—for this man who had become both her jailor and her confidant. "What was her name?" she asked softly.
Uvogin's expression grew distant, his eyes glazing over as he spoke her name. "Evangeline" he said, his voice thick with unspoken sorrow. "She was…special. Like you."
Y/N sat up, her curiosity piqued. "What happened to her?"
Uvogin's expression hardened, his grip on the covers tightening. "She was taken from us," he said, his voice a low growl. "By someone who didn't understand what family truly means."
"I'm sorry," she said again, the words feeling inadequate.
Uvogin nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "We all have our reasons for being here," he said, his voice barely above a murmur. "But maybe, just maybe, we can find something more than just survival together in this life of murder, violence and thievery."
Y/N felt her walls cracking, the defiance she had clung to for so long slowly giving way to a strange sense of camaraderie. She didn't dare to hope, but the thought of belonging to something, to someone, was tempting.
Their eyes remained locked, the tension between them no longer just hostility, but something more complex, something that made her heart race in a way that had nothing to do with fear. Without warning, Uvogin leaned in, his breath warm against her face, and for a moment, she thought he was going to say something else.
But instead, his lips met hers, the kiss firm and demanding, yet not without a hint of tenderness.
Y/N was taken aback, her mind reeling from the suddenness of it all. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she found herself responding, her body moving of its own accord as she leaned into the embrace. “Uvo~”
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, the beat of his heart pounding in sync with hers. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken desires, of two souls finding an unexpected kinship in a world that offered them little warmth.
The kiss deepened, Uvogin's grip tightening, his hand tangling in her hair. Y/N could feel the strength in him, the power that made him feared throughout the underworld. But there was something else there too, something that made her heart flutter—the gentleness that lay beneath the hardened exterior. It was a contradiction that intrigued her, a softness she hadn't anticipated finding in this place.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless. Uvogin searched her eyes, looking for something she wasn't quite ready to give. "I've been thinking," she said, her voice a little shaky. "Maybe…maybe Chrollo's offer isn't so bad."
The room was still, the air thick with the weight of their shared secret. Uvogin's gaze searched hers, looking for any hint of deceit. "You'd really consider joining us?".
Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of her decision. "I can see the bond you all share," she said, her voice steady. "And maybe…maybe I could find a place among you."
Uvogin's expression was unreadable, his hand still resting on her shoulder. "You're not just saying that to get out of here, are you.?" he asked, his tone a mix of hope and skepticism.
Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. "No," she said, the word coming out stronger than she expected. "I've seen how you all are together. You're not just a bunch of thieves—you're a family."
Uvogin studied her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers. Then, slowly, a smile began to spread across his face. "Welcome to the Phantom Troupe," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "You're going to need a new name though."
Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "A new name?" she echoed, a hint of excitement in her voice.
Uvogin nodded, his smile growing wider. "Yeah, everyone in the troupe has one. It's part of our identity. What do you want to be called?"
Y/N took a moment to ponder, her heart racing. This was a significant step, a declaration of her new allegiance. "How about 'Phantom Thief'," she suggested, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.
Uvogin chuckled, the sound rumbling through the room. "I like it," he said, his eyes lighting up with approval. "It's got a ring to it."
The days that followed saw a shift in the dynamics of their captor-captive relationship. Y/N, now considering herself the Phantom Thief, began to open up to the other members of the troupe. They were an eclectic bunch, each with whose needles could slice through anything with ease;
Shizuku, the stoic and mysterious member who was unique. Her weapon being a vaccum that could suck up anything.
Machi, a radiant girl who was deadly as she was friendly.
, strikingly lesbian, yet a femme fetal who was as unpredictable as the tides;
, whose fiery aura and torturing blade skills were as mesmerizing as they were terrifying. Shalnark and phinks were very accepting and fun to be around.
Nobunaga, Uvogin best friend was chill, deftinkeu high all the time too!
Their banter, their inside jokes, their shared meals—it all started to feel eerily familiar. Y/N found herself warming up to them, their rough exteriors hiding hearts that were fiercely loyal to their own. And then there was Chrollo, the enigmatic leader with the eyes of a predator and the mind of a chess master. He watched her with a mix of amusement and scrutiny, as if she was a puzzle he hadn't quite figured out yet.
—————-//—-/-
One evening, as the troupe gathered in their makeshift headquarters, Y/N approached Chrollo, her eyes meeting his unwavering gaze. "I've been thinking about your offer," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "Maybe I could get used to this life."
Chrollo's smile grew, his crimson eyes gleaming with excitement. "Ah, the Phantom Thief decides to join the fray," he said, his tone light and teasing. "Welcome, my dear. We're thrilled to have you with us."
The next day, to Y/N's surprise, Chrollo suggested a shopping spree as a way to celebrate her newfound allegiance. "A little treat before the real work begins," he said with a wink.
The troupe split into two groups—the girls and the boys—each with their own set of goals. Y/N, Machi, and Pakunoda set off into the bustling streets of the city, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They darted in and out of stores, their laughter echoing through the alleyways as they tried on ridiculous outfits and poked fun at each other's choices.
Machi found a pair of gloves that she claimed would perfectly complement her Nen abilities, while Y/N's eyes widened at the sight of a sleek, black jumpsuit that seemed tailor-made for her new identity.
Pakunoda, ever the fashionista, held up a garish hat with a wide brim. "What do you think?" she asked, her cheeky grin lighting up her face.
Machi giggled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "It's definitely…something," she said, holding it atop Y/N's head. "But maybe not for a Phantom Thief."
Pakunoda pouted playfully, snatching the hat away. "Fine, more for me then," she said, plopping it onto her own head and striking a pose. The three of them burst into laughter, the tension of their usual missions temporarily forgotten.
Meanwhile, the boys had taken a more laid-back approach. Uvogin, Feitan, and Phinks lounged in a nearby café, sipping coffee and watching the world go by.
Hisoka, ever the flamboyant one, had insisted on tagging along, his eyes scanning the crowd for potential…companions. More so children. "So, what do you think of our newest recruit?" Feitan asked, his tone casual as he stirred his drink.
Uvogin's gaze drifted to the memory of their stolen kiss, his expression unreadable. "She's got potential," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But she's still got a lot to learn."
“I think she’s a great woman, one id love to battle once more. Yet she holds not a candle to my Illumi~” Hisoka interjected. “What do you mean once more?” They asked the clown.
“we fought once, she took my precious Gon~ Away from me.” He pouted a bit. “Although I do say, it was quite ravishing.” “Why didn’t you say anything about this sooner hispka?” “It wasn’t in my best interes~” his face distorted into a lustful smile.
———
The shopping spree continued, with the girls trying on everything from flashy jewelry to tight leather pants. They giggled and whispered conspiratorially, sharing stories of their past heists and the thrills of outsmarting their marks. Y/N felt a strange sense of belonging, as if she had finally found her tribe.
"So, Phantom Thief," Machi began, holding up a pair of fingerless gloves that were adorned with silver studs, "What's your specialty?"
“I’m a jack of all trades, but my best specialty would be my hand to hand combat. I possess the ability to deduce one’s pressure points. But it doesn’t work on people as advanced as you bunch.” She laughed at her words.
Machi's eyes widened in admiration. "Wow, you're like a real-life cat burglar," she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "Maybe you could teach me a few tricks."
Pakunoda leaned in, her curiosity piqued. "Yeah, I've always wanted to learn how to manipulate pressure points! Mind reading is only as far as anything goes.” she said, her eyes shining with excitement. "Imagine the kind of mischief we could get into!"
The three of them shared a knowing smile, the kind that spoke of shared secrets and future escapades. They left the store, their arms laden with bags filled with their new treasures. The city lights reflected off the various weapons and gadgets they had managed to 'acquire' along the way.
It was a strange juxtaposition—the laughter and camaraderie of friends on a shopping trip, all while planning their next heist.
As they meandered through the crowded streets, the girls couldn't resist the allure of a street performer's sleight of hand. Y/N watched, her eyes narrowed as she tried to discern his secrets. "Amateurs," she murmured under her breath, earning a smack on the arm from Machi.
But amidst the chuckles and gasps of the crowd, she heard a familiar voice, one that sent a jolt of recognition through her. "Yo, that's the thief from Yorknew!" It was Gon, his youthful exclamation cutting through the din.
Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she turned to see the young boy, now older and more seasoned, standing alongside his friends—Killua, Leorio, and the stoic Kurapika. Her eyes widened, and she took a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for her pocket where she kept her lockpicks. Had they come to apprehend her? Or were they just here by coincidence?
Gon's eyes lit up with excitement as he rushed over, his friends following closely behind. "It's really you!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with the same enthusiasm she remembered. "Wow y/n , You're even more amazing than I thought!"
Y/N's hand froze over her pocket, her heart racing. She had hoped to avoid this confrontation, but it seemed fate had other plans. "Hi, guys," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Long time no see."
Gon's grin was as wide as she remembered it, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "We never got a chance to thank you for what you did back in Yorknew," he said, his eyes searching hers. "You saved us from that crazy guy—Hisoka!"
Y/N felt a twinge of anxiety. How much did they know? Did they recognize her as the thief she had been that night? She forced a casual smile. "It was nothing," she said, her heart hammering in her chest. "Just a little…adventure."
Killua's eyes narrowed, his sharp instincts picking up on the tension. "You're not in trouble, are you?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing. "No, no trouble at all," she said, her smile forced. "Just out for a little…shopping spree."
Leorio eyed the bags in their hands, his gaze shrewd. "Looks like you're going all out," he said, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
Y/N forced a laugh, her heart racing. "Just living life to the fullest," she said, trying to keep her cool.
But Kurapika's gaze was unyielding, his scarlet eyes piercing through the facade. "Is that so?" he said, his tone measured. "You seem to have changed a bit since we last met."
Y/N felt the weight of his scrutiny, her heart pounding in her chest. She had hoped to keep her past life a secret from them, but it seemed fate had other plans. "You guys have changed too," she said, trying to deflect. "You're all so…grown up."
Gon's grin didn't falter. "Thanks," he said, puffing out his chest. "We've had our fair share of adventures."
Leorio leaned in, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So, what brings you to the city?" he asked, his gaze flicking to the bags they held.
Y/N's mind raced. She couldn't tell them the truth—not about the Phantom Troupe, not about her new life as a member of the notorious group. "Just passing through," she said, her voice a tad too bright. "You know how it is with the life of a thief."
Killua's gaze sharpened, his instincts on high alert. "Y/n, you’re not in trouble with any hunters, are you?" he asked, his eyes darting around the area as if searching for signs of pursuit.
Y/N's pulse quickened, her mind racing for a plausible lie. "No, nothing like that," she assured him, her voice steady despite the rising panic. "I've just been…keeping busy."
Before she could say more, Uvogin's formidable presence appeared beside them, his eyes scanning the group with a hint of suspicion. "Looks like you've made some friends," he said, his voice a low rumble.
Y/N's heart sank. She had hoped to avoid this. "Guys, this is Uvogin," she said, her voice tight. "He's…an old acquaintance."
Gon's eyes widened with recognition. "Oh, you're with the Phantom Troupe!" he exclaimed, his excitement unabated. "That's so cool! Me and killua have already met them!!”
Y/N shot Uvogin a panicked look, but his expression remained unfazed. He simply nodded in greeting to the group of hunters. "We've got to get going," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. "The city has more than enough to keep us busy."
Gon and his friends looked at each other, a mix of excitement and wariness crossing their faces. "Ah, right," Gon said, his smile faltering slightly. "We've got some exploring to do too."
Leorio stepped forward, his gaze still locked on the Phantom Troupe members. "It's been great seeing you again," he said, his voice a tad forced. "But we should let you get back to your…shopping."
Y/N nodded, her smile tight. "Yeah, we've got a lot to do," she agreed, hoping they would take the hint.
Machi and Pakunoda stepped in, sensing the tension. "Come on, Phantom Thief," Machi said, tugging at her arm. "We've got to get back before the boss starts to worry."
Their eyes met, and Y/N knew she had to play along. She took a deep breath and nodded, turning back to Gon and his friends. "It was great seeing you all," she said, her voice genuine despite the fear bubbling inside her. "But we really should get going."
Gon looked crestfallen, but he nodded. "Yeah, we've got a lot to do," he said, his eyes still sparkling with excitement. "Maybe we'll run into each other again."
She hoped they wouldn’t. For kurapikas scarlet eyes had awoken in that ver moment, if anything they both could’ve been killed on the spot. If she ran into him again, or with another phantom troupe member they’d be fucked.
It really was a mess, but at least of all people, she had Uvogin.
**Title: Seven Minutes in Heaven**
Short little fan fiction about Gon x Killua confessing their feelings in a game of seven minutes in heaven! There is Leorio x kurapika content too, but more so them being in love and supporting parents!
————
The dimly lit room was buzzing with excitement and nervous energy. It was a typical night for the group of friends, but tonight felt different. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken feelings, especially between
a certain pair: Gon Freecss and Killua Zoldyck. They’d navigated countless challenges together, yet this simple game of “Seven Minutes in Heaven” brought the most formidable challenge of all: vulnerability.
Leorio and Kurapika sat together on the couch, their fingers intertwined. They’d long since settled into a comfortable relationship, and while they teased their friends about their obvious crushes, they couldn’t help but hope that Gon and Killua would finally take the leap.
“Kurapika, do you think it’ll happen today?”
“Maybe Leo~”
“Let’s hope, it’s getting tiring seeing them all shy.” “LEORIO!” Kurapika playfully smacked his arm.
“Alright, everyone!” Leorio announced, his voice cheerfully cutting through the ambient chatter. “If we’re going to play this, we need to set some ground rules. Only the brave shall proceed into the ‘heaven’ of that closet!”
“Don’t you dare call it that.” Killua rolled his eyes, suppressing a grin. His gaze instinctively flicked to Gon, whose excited smile made his heart race. Maybe tonight would unveil the feelings they’d both kept buried.
“Let’s get started!” Kurapika clapped his hands, his anticipation palpable. “We’ll draw names randomly, and everyone must take their turn. But… let’s keep Hisoka out of it, alright?”
Gon chuckled, but there was a tinge of worry in his eyes. Hisoka was unpredictable, and the thought of him alone with either himself or Killua made Gon's stomach churn
“Why not? I promise to behave!” Hisoka chimed, appearing out of nowhere, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. The flamboyant clown had a knack for drama, and the tension skyrocketed as he licked his lips, clearly reveling in the suspense.
“I think our odds of survival decrease significantly if Hisoka is part of the game,” Killua mumbled, his expression tinged with anxiety. “Babs, stop scaring the children.” Illumi interjected.
The games began, laughter and giggles punctuating the room as each participant disappeared into the closet for their seven minutes.
Kurapika and Leorio emerged first, their cheeks flushed, and their smiles a mix of triumph and giddiness.
“Leorio, it’s our turn what should we do.” “I think you know what, Kurapika.” “Do I~” his words were interjected by Leorio pulling Kurapika into a steamy kiss. “Leo..” Pika whispered.
The two emerged out of the closet looking flushed and slightly disheveled. “Oh my God, how unholy of you two~” Hisoka teased.
*CHROLL DESCENDS FROM THE HEAVENS*
“AH WHAT THE FUCK!” Killua screeched. “Did somebody call me?” Chrollo spoke. “Bitch get out of my house!” Kurapika responded. “
Pretty Kurapika, don’t be so mean to me.”
“HE’S TAKEN. IM GONNA KILL YOU!” Leorio charged at him.
“I think that’s my cue to leave, see you around Kurta~”
*Chrollo descends to hell*
“That was random as hell.” Illumi says while wheezing.
Finally, it was Gon’s turn to draw. “I got killua!! Yay come on.” “Baka! Don’t be so giddy.” Killua said blushing.
The rest of the group watched in anticipation, particularly Leorio and Kurapika, who were practically bubbling over with hope.
Just as the two boys stepped into the closet, the door creaked ominously. The moment it clicked shut, the familiar warmth of a shared space surrounded them. Time seemed to stretch, distorting their senses as they stood close yet uncertain.
“Um… so, what should we…” Gon began, his voice barely a whisper, filled with exhilaration and nerves.
, Hisoka swung open the door of the closet, a wide grin on his face. “I couldn’t help it! I need to protect my little Gon from… bad influences!” His tone dripped with mischief, eyes sparkling as they landed on Killua.
“Don’t you dare put your hands on him!” Killua growled, already outside of his comfort zone. The threat of Hisoka brought forth a primal urge to protect.
“Really? I just want to play!” Hisoka twirled, making a mock bow. “Is it so wrong for me to want to spend time with my favorite boy?”
. He glanced at Killua, who looked ready to unsheathe a blade at a moment's notice. The tension was palpable, a powder keg just waiting for a spark. “Killua it’s ok!”
“Hisoka, you have no right to barge in here,” Gon said firmly, surprising even himself. “You need to back off.”
“Look at you, so brave!” Hisoka laughed, unfazed. “But let’s see how brave you are alone — and how long Killua will stand by!”
Just then, Illumi stepped forward, his presence a cold shadow looming over them. “You should leave my brother alone, Hisoka.” His voice was low and menacing, and the room instantly quieted, tension thickening the air.
Startled, Hisoka held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright! I was merely playing a game!” With a flourish, he stepped back, practically skipping away from them.
The closet door finally closed behind them again, sealing Gon and Killua in their moment. The silence stretched, heavy with half-formed thoughts. It was then Gon mustered the courage to break the ice.
“Killua, I…” Gon’s voice trailed off, the raw honesty flickering between them like a flame.
“I feel the same. I’ve always felt the same.” Killua took a step closer, their hearts now racing in rhythm. “But I didn’t know how to say it.”
Gon smiled—this was the moment he had yearned for. “Maybe we don’t have to say it. Maybe we just have to understand it.”
With that, they leaned closer, the past few moments fading away in the glow of their realization. The world outside melted into insignificance as they shared a whisper that only they could hear, the door of the closet forgotten.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the room outside, Leorio grinned at Kurapika, relief washing over them like a tide. Their friends had finally started to piece together the puzzle, and with his eyes on Illumi, Kurapika hoped that perhaps tonight, darkness would stay at bay.
“We knew it Kurapika, today was the day!!” He squeezed the blonds hand tighter. “They did it.”
As the minutes passed, their prayers echoed in silence, wishing for a world where love, no matter how complicated, could always shine brightly in dark corners, just like the love blossoming in the closet between Gon and Killua. And in a moment, the world outside would be forever changed.
play up- leorio x reader
Summary: After getting yourself into a ruckus, your knee resulted in being scraped. Even though you don’t think of the wound as a big deal, you have a soon-to-be doctor up and ready to take care of you.
ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ᵇʳᵘʰʰ ⁱᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵍˡᵉ ᵈᵒᶜˢ ᶠᵒʳ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ʷᵉᵉᵏ ﹕ᵖ ⁱ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵖʳᵒᶜʳᵃˢᵗⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ʳᵉ⁻ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵈⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ. ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵐ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ, ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵉᵛᵉʳ. ʳᵒᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵒˡˡⁱⁿᵍ. ⁿ ᵉ ʷᵃʸˢ, ᵐʸ ᵇᵒⁱ ʰᵃˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁿᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ. ⁱᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰᵉᵈ ᶠᵃʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵈᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ˡᵉᵒʳⁱᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ. ʳᵃⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷᵃᵗᵗᵖᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵒ³, ᵃᵇˢᵒˡᵘᵗᵉˡʸ ᶻⁱᵖ. ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ˡᵉᵒʳⁱᵒ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ. ˢᵒ ⁱ ˢᵗᵉᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ. ᵖˡᵘˢ ˡᵉᵒʳⁱᵒ ⁱˢ ᵐʸ ᵃᵇˢᵒˡᵘᵗᵉ ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳⁱᵗᵉ ʰˣʰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ⁽ʰⁱᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇⁱˢᵏʸ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵗⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ..⁾ ˢᵒ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
----------------
"You know you really don't have to do this. It's really not a big deal."
"Don't sweat it. How will I become a successful doctor if I can't take care of a little scratched knee?" The four-eyed lanky man said while kneeling between your legs. His ebony hair continued to erect in spikes even after a prolonged session of his daily studying.
You roll your eyes at his predictable response, "Exactly, it's a little scratched. Rub some dirt on it and I'll be fine."
He dabs a wet cloth around the gash; the stinging sensation summons a hiss from the back of your throat. Even though you've gotten scraped more times than you can count, the stinging will never fail to have you squinting.
"Just for practice," he assured, laughing at your response.
"No one's gonna go to a hospital for a scratched knee... You can just put a band-aid on it and call it a day."
As he looks up at you, the setting sun glares off of his glasses, contacting your own eyes. You clamp your eyes shut tight, tight enough to see visions of white stars.
He lets out a little laugh. "Do I have to make up all these excuses just to spend a little quality time with you?"
"Well, you could've just said so.." you pout at him, making him pout back at you in a chain reaction.
Though it's a little embarrassing for him to treat you like a child, giving you a full treatment for a little gash. There's no denying that you like the attention.
The almighty pain of the wet cloth making contact with your gash has you bouncing your leg, trying to ease through the pain. Leorio uses his other hand to hold your calf in place, lightly squeezing the meat.
The med student squeezes an antibiotic cream onto his hand, gently applying a thin layer over the damaged skin. "Oh- God. Ouch."
Leorio snickers softly to himself over your position. "I thought you could handle this? It's just a little scratched." he giggles.
"Oh, hush." your muzzled voice comes out from behind your clenched teeth, almost as if you're a ventriloquist. "It's just that I've never had such strenuous care for my knee."
Leorio sets the medication next to him, finished with the 2nd step in cleaning your wound. "I'm a soon-to-be doctor!" he replies confidently. "You should have expected this when moving in with me!"
A hum sounds from deep in your throat, "Mm, true, true.” Agreeing with him, you notice Leorio grabbing the skin-colored gauze he had once stored in the bathroom drawers.
“Damn,” you taunted, “I was thinking a band-aid would do, but this is cool too.” Leorio stretches the gauze out, the sound of the stretch interrupts your voice.
“You know it.” He quickly wraps the bandage around your knee, almost quick enough for your eyes to only see the motion. Proving just how skilled he is at taking care of others.
He begins wrapping at your mid-calf, the start of the bandage at the outside of your knee. Without missing a beat, he starts to quickly and smoothly wrap the gauze around your leg, all the way up to your knee. Circling your knee a few extra times to be safe. He finishes the job by securing the bandage with some tape.
“Impressive!” His quick, swift wrapping has you giggling, charmed by his skills.
He smiles at you, slightly bending his long neck to meet your knee. He gives your clothed joint a brisk peck, laughing into the bandage. As his lips leave your knee, you eye a Leorio-sized wet lip print stamped onto the gauze.
“Feel better?” Leorio asks, moving all of his tools into one pile.
You beam at him, feeling butterflies after that gesture. As childish as it may have seemed. You wrap your hands around the sitting man, using all your strength to pull him up.
“Much better.” Even though the scratch wasn’t too painful in the first place, the kind act made you feel treasured.
He smiles at you with heart-shaped eyes, his swarthy iris’s flickered with pride. “I’m glad I could be of service.”
You giggle into his kiss, tickling yourself with your laughter. His Tea Shades are pressed onto your own closed eyes, sure to leave a small imprint.