#hunter x hunter | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

prettysatomii · 3 days ago

Note

this might be an odd request but i was wondering if you could do hxh hc ( any characters ) of them finding out their s/o has naturally curly hair 😣

Goldilocks

Included : Gon , Killua , Kurapika , Leorio , Chrollo , Feitan , Shalnark

A/n: Not odd at all, Of course I can. I appreciate the request ♡ (This did take a while to get to, apologies for the wait) Any characters missing that you'd like can be added! Hc w/ short scenario. Not proofread!

Gon

The boy was oblivious to the hair tools you constantly used to keep your hair the way he saw it as. You would be ready by the time he came around whether that would be your hair tucked back into your hood or straightened out.

Gon admired you whenever he had the chance to even if it was just a moment. He spent most of his time with you, tagging along or taking you on small adventures. Thus he assumed he had seen all your variants—which he adored equally.

He noticed when your face twitched when he would ruffle the top of your hair but he didn't think much of it. Gon would quit it after a few snickers apologizing half heartedly.

Gon was respectful of your space so he would find out on a whim that you had curls. It took him a second to register before he smiled while circling you. He was curious considering he hadn't seen your hair like that before.

It wasn't a big deal to him, not that it was insignificant but it wasn't something that changed how he felt about you. Gon asked many questions that ultimately ended with him poking at your hair and softly tugging at the strands.

Anytime after that he wouldn't exactly tell you what to do with your hair but would pout for a moment when he saw it wasn't naturally done. Gon would loudly state that he really liked your curly hair randomly to try to convince you to wear it like that more often.

Scenario

Gon would notice after spending a week away from you, it was a mere coincidence that he found out. He had gone back to whale island to visit his aunt Mito. He had told you he would be gone for a week give or take and he promised he would take you out after he came back.

You went on with your week as normal, sitting in welcomed silence. Gon wasn't on his phone much considering he enjoyed the outdoors more but he would call you on the beetle before bed. You didn’t mind much knowing the nature of your boyfriend. You didn’t think of how unannounced he was though.

Your hair was washed a few hours prior, you kept it as is due to it being unnecessary to apply any heat on it. You weren’t going anywhere other than staying in the comfort of your own home.

Besides, Gon was coming tomorrow which would give you time to style it. He hadn’t seen your natural hair before, due to your preference of keeping him in the dark about it. You had met him while your hair was straightened out and it stayed that way since.

Two weeks ago you had ordered something online, a shirt you found perfect. You tracked the order like crazy, and you decided to check like you have for the past days. To your surprise it said it was delivered a few minutes ago. You got up, practically skipping to your front door to get the package from your door step.

The door flung open in the process, your eyes flicked down. At first they moved to the package on the floor. Then they went up to the boy picking it up off the floor. “Gon?” You breathed out in confusion of him being a day earlier than expected and him being at your doorstep. A feeling of dread filled you realizing how you looked currently. It wasn’t technically a bad thing but he had never seen you like this before.

Gon was level with you by the time you thought of shutting the door. “Yeah, Hey!” He didn’t notice at first, too busy looking at your face. Then he took a good look at you, eyebrows furrowing.

After processing it for a moment he smiled, sliding into your home placing the package down on a side table. “Mmmm.. Did you do something different to your hair?” Gon asked not yet touching your hair but moving curiously around you.

“Different to you but I just didn’t do it. It's natural today.” Your eyes followed Gon moving around you, almost getting dizzy. He’s really fast. “Ah Natural..Your natural hair. You’ve never shown it to me before!” His focus shifted off your hair to you.

Gon hugged you first before kissing your cheek. “Let’s go out, I told you we would when I came back.” You stared at him before nodding, he closed the front door waiting patiently on the couch for you afterwards.

He wasn’t so patient afterall because he only let you change before ushering you out the door. His hand pressed firmly against your back forcing you to walk, “Gon, hey hey hold on!..my hair-” You only got a sneaky smile from him, “I think It looks good…We have to go already, No time!”

You caught him a few times lingering behind you coiling up your hair with his fingers that day.

Killua

Killua has his own strengths, almost all are physical. The few that weren’t physical, he had been learning over time with you and his friends. He was observant of you in his own way but he wasn't the best with signs.

He had noticed how attentive you were with your hair when the two of you were out. Killua often interpreted things wrong so he never asked you why you cared so much. He just assumed that you were much more careful with your hair compared to other people. It never crossed his mind that your hair could have been curly.

When he saw you, it was like seeing you for the first time again. Killua picked up on the change immediately, staring at you with wide eyes. He was shocked he hadn't figured it out on his own sooner. He was a bit frustrated with himself because it had been right in front of him for so long.

After he got over himself, he calmed into his normal expression. Killua did enjoy seeing your hair more than he would like to admit because it was your most natural state.

Killua would ruffle your hair when you start wearing it curly around him to hear you scold him. He hides your hair tools away from you when he doesn’t want you to use them. Expect him to use some of the tricks he had learned during childhood and sulk if they somehow don't work.

Scenario

The day had been full of you and the four spending time together. Gon walked in front of everyone while Leorio and Kurapika walked behind him to make sure he didn’t wander.

You and Killua behind the group with your hands intertwined. He had grown out of being embarrassed of public affection and instead embraced it with pink cheeks. It was 7pm, the five of you were headed to the lake considering the nice weather. You had been to that lake before, it was crystal clear surrounded by tall trees.

However the only other time you had gone with Killua was when you were sick. That was in December when the lake was frozen over so he shared a blanket with you instead. This time the lake had fresh running water that you could relax yourself in.

By the time you had gotten there, Gon was already taking off his shirt running into the water. Kurapika told him to slow down while Leorio yelled about something else. “Gon, you had to throw your shirt in my face?” Leorio's face twitched before he threw the shirt to the side begrudgingly.

You found a log to sit on, Killua followed, placing your bag he had been holding next to you. You could tell he was impatient to get into the water but he was acting suspiciously clingy. “You are getting in right?” The boy tilted his head at you, standing in front of where you sat. “Maybe, check the temperature for me please?” You barely finished your sentence when he ran to dip his fingers in before jogging back with a wide smile.

Killua nodded, “It’s good, fresh.” It was hard to hide your smile when he looked so happy. You took off the clothes you had as a cover before reaching into your bag. “Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that…I burn really bad.” He said while you applied sunscreen on his face and body.

He went in the water before you did, splashing around with Gon. All you heard was laughs and Leorio parenting them at times. Then you would hear your boyfriend calling him old, what a great day.

It took a moment of you not paying attention to them for Killua to sneak up behind you. “Gotcha!” He snickered while throwing you over his shoulder. “Put me down, I swear you won’t live another day-” Killua didn’t listen to a single word that came out of your mouth. He threw himself in the water along with you in his arms.

He brought the two of you up to the surface as quickly as he brought you in. “Whoops?” He hugged you to try to make you forgive him but you pulled his hair as revenge. “I hate you.” He whined letting go of you to run away from your grasp. “Geez-I’m sorry! Not sorry…”

Killua swam off to let you cool down from attacking him. You stayed where he left you, wiping the water off your eyes. You almost forgot that you had done your hair and Killua wet it all. The pieces were still semi straight considering you barely got thrown in but it was a matter of time before it returned to its natural state.

Could anything be done about it? No, you were in the middle of a lake far from your home. So instead you sulked silently sinking down into the water. So much effort into your hair to be ruined in a few hours.

When you didn’t come to bother or chase him he came back to check up on you. Killua was cautiously coming up to you, not ready to face any wrath you may have. “Are you okay-What happened to you?” He spoke as soon as he saw you before staring blankly at you. Killua pulled you up out of the water to see your hair in all its glory. “That’s yours?” He nodded slowly to himself answering his own question while he stared.

You almost thought he didn’t like it from the way he was burning holes into you. He picked up on that going back to his normal expression smiling at you instead. His eye twitched when he looked away from you, irritated how he didn't figure it out sooner. “It’s mine, yes.” You spoke slowly watching him look away before looking back.

“Looks nice, you should wear it like that more.” Killua scratched his neck, looking away sheepishly.

You couldn’t count the amount of times you had to yell at him to take your straightener out his hiding spot.

Kurapika

Kurapika is a busy man but he knows practically everything about you. Your habits, likes, dislikes, preferences, so it was from pure coincidences that he didn’t know you had curly hair. He definitely had a hunch considering he had helped pick up heat protectant from the store for you a few times.

The hunch wasn’t exactly the most accurate either since he assumed it was a bit wavy at most. There were times your hair had small dents from the hairclip or tie you had in that he thought was your natural hair. Kurapika was on the right track but walking backwards.

He didn’t react initially when he saw it. Your hair wasn’t something he would be turned upside down by. However at the moment he did seem even more soft spoken. A few hours later Kurapika would linger around you but he's so delicate that you’re a baby deer that'll run at any chance.

When he finally speaks up about it, he compliments you on it. He doesn’t tell you what to do with your hair even though he likes it curly. Kurapika likes you to be happy with your appearance but he will push you to use curly hair products instead of reaching for a straightener.

He’ll give you a small nod with a smile if you accept his silent offer.

Scenario

Kurapika had invited you over to his house after spending the whole day out together. The two of you were too tired, him to take you home and you to go home. He would've still taken you if you asked but the way you held his hand while he drove told him that it would be nice to have a sleepover.

Recently it had been hard for him to get a night of rest and you were like melatonin to him. The passenger door opened a few moments after he exited the car. “After you.” He spoke up with a slight smile holding a hand out for you to take. “Thank you.” You took his hand, walking at his side after he closed your door.

Kurapika led you to his front door, walking in after you made it in fully. His house was decorated with photos of you and some with the two of you. And what wasn’t a picture, was a trinket that reminded him of you in their own ways.

You felt exhausted by the day but not clean enough to lay down on his bed. His home was like yours so you could really do anything you pleased. Many of your own items had found their way out of your home to his home. “Kurapika, do you mind if I take a quick shower?” He looked at you before shaking his head, “No, not at all. Go for it, I’ll be in the room alright?”

Kurapika placed a hand on your shoulder, pecking your forehead before walking to his room. You went to the restroom, many of your items in the drawers and some of your towels awaiting you.

It took you thirty minutes to decompress in the water and then to actually clean yourself. The warmth of the water allowed you to relax before you came back to Kurapika. “I have some clothes for you… They’ll be outside the door!” A voice said somewhat loudly to be audible against the water.

After you dried up, you creaked the door open to get his clothes. You had clothes in his closet but he never gave you those to wear knowing that you preferred to wear his. That was a lie, he liked it much more than you did. Once you were dressed you went to his room leaning your head against the doorframe. “Hello, You look clean.” Kurapika silently laughed getting up from his bed.

His eyes flicked to your hair but he didn’t say anything more. It was sly enough for you not to notice that he noticed the curls slowly forming in your hair. Kurapika's gaze did soften while he led you to sit down with him.

He conversated with you, sitting and touching your hands more than normal. After an hour and a half, he hugged you, “Your hair looks beautiful love.” He took his head out your neck, “I’m going to head in the shower myself now.”

You stared at him before looking away, it was the way he said things that sounded so genuine. It was coming from the most innocent part of his heart instead of a place of necessity to say it. Kurapika chose to say it because he deemed it as true.

Leorio

Leorio in his way takes notice of your physical appearance but not quite into how you achieve it. He likes your natural beauty as much as he enjoys seeing you getting dolled up. Any version of you is beautiful to him.

However, he has no clue your hair is curly. It didn’t come up due to how perfectly you covered it up. It would come up randomly while the two of you were in the middle of a conversation. Leorio wouldn’t believe you at first until you told him you weren’t kidding.

After it finally registered that you were telling him the truth he would think about it for a moment. Then he would go on to say how pretty you’d look wearing your natural hair and why you hadn’t told him any sooner.

Leorio would want you to show him your actual hair almost immediately despite your hair barely being straightened. He would definitely be off put at first but he’ll end up loving it.

Nothing is forced upon you but he tells you to always have your natural hair around him because he likes seeing you at your truest.

Scenario

You and Leorio were across from each other having breakfast. You were in his home talking about whatever topic came to mind, taking turns adding on to what the other said. A few moments later, silence filled the air due to the two of you enjoying your meals.

Then he spoke, “Ever since I became a doctor…I never knew recessive genes would be so important.” Leorio looked up from his food before taking another bite. “Like what? How is it important?” You asked curiously, you assumed he wanted to be more of a hands on doctor rather than paperwork and such.

“Oh man…” He swallowed then took a sip of his water to prepare himself. “Do you know how many guys come in because they say their kids don’t have their features…Or people are confused where a trait comes from and come in to make sure it’s not a sign of something bad?”

You smiled, “How many-” “A lot.” He answered, “Like colored eyes, curly hair, hair color, Seriously Anything!” You shook your head, holding a finger up to show him you wanted to speak. “That’s weird, my parents never went to the doctor because my hair was different then theirs.”

Leorio thought about it for a couple moments, “But you don’t? You had curly hair growing up or something like that?” He took another bite waiting for your response. By that point you put your fork down, it wouldn’t hurt to tell him right?

“No, my hair is still the same. It’s just not how it naturally is, I straightened it.” His eyebrows furrowed staring at your hair. Leorio put some thought into it, was that why you told him a few times you needed time to finish doing your hair? That makes a lot more sense than what he assumed was just hair brushing.

“Can you show me?” You shook your head, “I barely did it, I am not wetting it for you.” He smiled, thinking of another plan. Leorio was quick to get to his knees, his hands moving to your legs. “Get up!” You squealed trying to swat him away, “You are soo embarrassing!” “Please, Please, Please-”

He begged until you stomped over to the sink, wetting a strand of your hair. His smirk was incredibly visible and he was not ashamed of what he had to do to get his way.

“Your hair looks so pretty like that-” “I don’t wanna hear it.” It was relieving to hear he did genuinely like it.

Chrollo

Chrollo had learned to trust you completely over time. Considering that he assumed he knew everything about you and expected you not to hide anything from him. Even if you did hide anything, he would find out eventually regardless if you knew that he did.

Your hair type was one of the longest and hardest things to uncover. However Chrollo found more evidence of it over time. It wasn’t worth confronting you over but he was definitely confused why you never wore your natural hair around him. He would find you beautiful in any state. So did you dislike it?

Well, he would make sure he would make you love it as much as he would.

Chrollo would only come up to you about it when he was sure. Even then, he tried to make it a bonding experience for the two of you.

Once he finally saw your natural hair, he seemed very satisfied with himself. Chrollo coddled you, complimenting your hair. You would have all the products you desired if you told him that you wanted to wear it natural onwards.

Scenario

You were in the silence of your room. In the middle of getting ready to go out with your friends, for a small dinner. You had already done your hair, doing it like you usually did when accompanied by other people.

A firm knock on your front door could be heard from the room you were in. You backed up from the mirror you were at to answer said door. Once you were at the door, you opened it slightly peeking through the slip. “Oh! You didn’t tell me you were coming by today.” You light up at the man in front of you.

Chrollo slipped into your home, “I’m sorry about that, forgive me. I came by to ask you something,” He placed a kiss on your temple then closed the door behind him. You hummed in return, “It’s alright, what's your question?” You walked off back to where you finished up getting ready.

Chrollo already knew you were going out with your friends which he didn’t mind. You had told him previously to make sure he didn’t worry if he showed up to an empty house. “You’re not hiding anything from me are you?” He leaned against the room door you were in.

“No,” You titled your head curiously, “I’m not. Where is this coming from?” Chrollo smiled, shaking his head slightly, “You never told me your hair was curly, or showed me. I'm curious dear, why haven’t you?” He noticed how your gaze shifted back to him suspiciously. “You’re an observant one. I guess…I just never got around to telling you.” You gave him the simplest explanation there was.

He stared at you, speaking quietly, “Do you mind me coming over tomorrow later in the afternoon?” “I don’t mind, that’s fine.” Chrollo nodded, “Don’t do anything to your hair, Alright? Have fun today.” He said his goodbyes, leaving as fast as he came.

The day prior Chrollo had told you to keep your hair natural. He seemed genuinely curious to see how your hair naturally lands. So you didn’t do anything to your hair, you had done a small routine but nothing to get rid of your curl pattern. You waited, he wouldn’t judge but the way he would take in every detail of you made you nervous.

Would he like it?

He was waiting at your door, a bag of items in hand while the other knocked. “It’s open!” You spoke out from your couch where you sat. “I’ve told you it's not safe to keep your doors unlocked haven’t I?” Chrollo spoke firmly but gently, making his way inside.

The door clicked locked before he put his focus back to you. “Oh wow,” Chrollo contentedly smiled. He walked over placing the bag on the coffee table in front of you before cupping your face in his hands. “You’ve hid this from me? How cruel.” He playfully spoke, “Hid? I wouldn’t say all of that.” You looked away, taking your face out of his hands.

“Yes, you hid a beautiful gift.” He moved his focus back to the bag he brought. Chrollo reached for it then had a seat next to you. “You’re too sweet…” He shook his head like you said something he found nonsense. “I brought you a few things, in case you don’t like wearing your hair because of how it behaves. The saleswomen said these would be the best for you.”

Chrollo handed you a bag of high end products that each had their own boxes. You slowly reached for each product, unboxing them, placing them on the coffee table, then grabbing the next. You couldn't finish before turning back to him, “I can’t accept all this, this most likely costs a fortune.”

“I insist, I'll help you apply it.” He reached for one you had already opened, “This one is a lightweight moisturizer if I’m correct?” You giggled to yourself watching him open the product. “If the reason that you don’t wear your hair natural is because you don’t like it or it's too much work, let me help you.”

That day Chrollo had learned how to apply products to your hair how you liked it. He took his time making sure you were satisfied with the outcome.

“Beautiful.”

Feitan

Feitan had no clue that your hair was curly. He cared about you and paid attention to your small habits he forgot to pick up on the big ones. The hairtools were something that he saw so often he just saw as normal.

He found out coincidentally when you had come over to see him. He would think about it the whole time you were in front of him, questioning if it was natural. Feitan eventually figured that it was real and the straight hair you always had wasn’t.

At the moment he didn’t say anything about it. He kept his normal demeanor but he kept it in mind until the next time he saw you. He had to think about what to say to you, that told you that he liked it without telling you directly that he did.

Feitan ends up telling you directly that he liked it.

Whenever you wear it naturally around him, he seems to stare at you more. He doesn’t say anything about it but you can tell he appreciates it.

Scenario

Phinks had called you, you didn’t receive many calls from anyone from the troupe so you picked up quickly. “Hey, I thought I’d give you a call because Feitan got pretty hurt doing…I don’t know what. Nothing too bad but I thought you'd want to come by.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Thank you.” You hung up getting up to leave your home. You hadn’t gotten the chance to straighten your hair considering that you had stayed home the whole day.

You've gotten calls similar to that and it brought your worries down but you still were a bit worried. The Phantom troupe did have a higher pain tolerance level compared to a normal person.

You got there quickly, entering the building where you assumed they hanged out most of the time. A few members saw you, already knowing why you were there just welcoming you. You greeted them back, then you found him.

Feitan was laying on one of the couches that they had laying around, his chest wrapped in bandages. It didn’t seem like it bothered him much considering how he was just zoned out staring at the ceiling. He did look a bit frustrated though.

“Hey, you okay?” You spoke softly to bring his attention to you. He probably already noticed that someone came in but your point still stood to not startle him. His head turned to you, immediately turning to your face or rather your hair.

He stared for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, Okay.” Feitan looked forward again, “Phinks called?” He asked, feeling your eyes look at his chest trying to almost see through the bandages. “Yeah, he did call. Does it hurt?”

He turned back to you, “Dumb, Not really. I’m Okay.” You took a seat on the other couch next to his. Feitan stayed there, it felt easier to fall asleep when you were there. So he did. You stayed there for some time before going back home when you deemed it time.

Two days later, he was already up and moving like he wasn’t still injured. You found him in your room, he sneaked through the window staring back at you. Your hair wasn’t done today either, you hadn’t found a reason to. “What brings you here?” You asked like he was a stranger which made you giggle a bit, “Aren’t you supposed to be healing?” Feitan huffed, approaching you, moving himself to face you as you moved.

“I said I’m fine, right?” He looked down for a moment, trying to get the words out. It seemed like it was quite a struggle for him, “Your hair…looks nicer like that.” You followed his finger pointing at your head.

Your boyfriend is awkward but he's definitely trying.

Shalnark

Shalnark is the type of guy to know everything about you, not from asking you. He would find out from stalking you, which he considers just keeping you safe. He keeps tabs on you, your location just to make sure you're alright.

The boy was always on his phone, so he would check every few minutes. Not like he was obsessed but just curious about your daily life. He would eventually find out when he was watching you.

It amused him to see that you still had surprises to you despite him watching almost all the time! Shalnark enjoyed seeing your hair like that, smiling excitedly.

He would want to see you as soon as possible. He would want to see it for himself, insanely curious.

It didn't phase him one bit, he was wondering why you didn’t ever mention it. Or ever let him see it. Shalnark is one of the more direct but lighthearted ones when it comes down to it.

He makes it clear that he likes the most genuine version of you but still makes sure you know he loves you regardless of how you choose to wear your hair.

Scenario

Shalnark wasn’t doing anything particular at the moment. He decided to check up on where you were, seeing the last street camera he saw you on. He was the most online compared to anyone else in the troupe so he had the newest technology he could get his hands on. That helped when checking up on you.

The quality was better compared to other people’s devices which he took pride in. Then he spotted you on the cam, in a crowd of people on the street. “Huh…” He smiled, but he was more confused than ever. Was your hair always like that? No. Couldn’t be.

Shalnark squinted his eyes, bringing the phone screen closer to his face. “Oh wow!” He laughed to himself, not from malicious intent but instead from genuine surprise. He put the phone down scratching his neck looking around. He wasn’t busy at the moment, so maybe he could beat you to your house. He knew you wouldn’t mind him stopping by.

You were walking home, you were just running quick errands. You just got a few groceries and a phone charger since yours was about at the end of its life. Your headphones were in, you didn’t pay attention to anything around you besides the signals of the street lights. You made it home in a couple minutes, not knowing your boyfriend had gotten there a few moments before you.

You unlocked your door, placing your stuff on the kitchen countertop after you locked it. Suddenly, you felt hands on your shoulders which made your heart fall to your stomach.

You turned back quickly to see your blonde boy staring back at you. His eyes moved to your face and your hair every millisecond. You pulled your headphones off hitting his chest, “You scared the shit out of me! You need to stop doing that, it's not cool!” Shalnark kissed you, trying to make it better. “You need to start paying attention to what's happening around you, getting kidnapped isn’t cool.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Whatever.” His fingers moved to your hair, wrapping it around his finger. “You never told me you had curly hair…That hurts my feelings y’know?” He placed a hand over his heart with a smile clearly not meaning it. You forgot as soon as he scared you the fact he'd never seen you like that before.

“So you’re here to complain about it?” You smiled a bit amused, leaning back on the counter. “No, no not at all. I actually like it a lot. Even considering this is the first time I’ve actually seen it I do prefer it compared to when it's straightened.” Despite his expression, he was being genuine.

“You look really pretty, well you always do. But even more so now.”

A/n: This is all how I think they would be but If you don't agree that's fine! I'll improve to be more accurate to character since I am writing based on how they canonically are.

#killua zoldyck x reader #gon freecss x reader #leorio x reader #kurapika x reader #chrollo x reader #shalnark x reader #feitan x reader #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #phantom troupe x reader #killua x reader #chrollo lucifer x reader #kurapika kurta x reader

93 notes · View notes