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the boys chilling
#drawing#digital drawing#digital#sketch#digital art#art#fanart#draw#hunter x hunter#killua hunter x hunter#gon freecss#gon hxh#gon freccs#hunterxhunter
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Gon sketch
#fanart#drawing#digital art#art#hxh#fypツ#anime#hunter x hunter#hunterxhunter#gon hxh#hxh gon#gon freecss#gon freecss hxh#killua#cute#yay drawing#flop era is every era#2011 hxh#1999 hxh#hxh 2011#anime fanart#90s anime#sunset
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Photo study that became Gon and Killua themed, as most things do w me lmao
#my art#fanart#digital art#artists on tumblr#digital artist#hxh#hunter x hunter#hunterxhunter#hunter x hunter fanart#hxh fanart#gon#killua#gon freecss#killua zoldyck#gon and killua#photo study
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the moon
#hxh#kurapika#following the tradition of drawing kurapika on my birthday ^_^#I wanted to redraw one of my old drawings#hunter x hunter#my art#x#hunterxhunter
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#my art#illumi#milluki#alluka#illumi zoldyck#milluki zoldyck#alluka zoldyck#hxh#hunter x hunter#hunterxhunter
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every year i get a little sadder about them
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been watching hxh!!
#i’m on chimera ant still i love this anime though#even though i’ve been watching it for like 2 years i will get thru it eventually#hxh#hxh fanart#killua zoldyck#killua#hunter x hunter#hunterxhunter#hxh killua#digital art#killua fanart#kokoart
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Prayers for the dead
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Shizuku HXH <3
#shizuku#shizuku murasaki#shizuku murasaki fanart#shizuku fanart#hunterxhunter#hxh#hunter hunter#hunterxhunterafanart#hxh fanart#hunter hunter fanart#shizuku murazaki hunter x hunter#anime#anime fanart#manga#manga fanart
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It's just the BEST anime siblings out there. They are so damn cute.
W them
#hunterxhunter#hxh#killuazoldyck#allukazoldyck#art#cute#killua#alluka#digital art#drawing#artwork#comic#fanart#yumivik
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٠ ࣪⭑“If I had stayed”٠ ࣪⭑

Synopsis: You are the daughter of an international politician who is wealthy, influential but paranoid. After getting credible threats from extreme groups and bounty hunters, your father hires protection from the most infamous assassin family: the Zoldycks.
˚ ✦ . . ˚ . . ✦ ˚ Illumi Zoldyck x fem!reader
Note: I hope you enjoy it! If you do, let me know! I’m open to write a second part or take requests.<3
It had been a long day after university when you came home and your father immediately called you into his office. It could only mean trouble - but it was something else.
Your father's office smelled of colgne, polished wood, and worry. The city gleamed behind him. He was already in the room when you entered, leaning against the wall as if he was a part of it. A tall figure dressed in black. He said nothing and did not move. His long black hair flowed over his shoulders. His eyes were large and almost unnatural, since they never blinked. He spun a silver needle between his fingers silently. The sharp tip caught the hanging lights. You could immediately feel his gaze on you. They were wrong...Too wide. Too still. Like a deep, black lake. You swallowed, somewhat too loudly in the hush.
"Who is that?," you wondered, your tone barely above a whisper. You had not intended for it to come out so gently. The man, if you could call him that, was eerily calm. Your father looked up from his desk, impatiently. "That's Illumi Zoldyck." You blinked. The name sounded familiar. "He will be watching over you," your father added, as if it were a formality.
Illumi had still not moved. However, the weight of his stare pressed deeper. You skin prickled and your knees were a little weak. Not from attraction but instinct. The type pf behavior animals show a predator. "I...I can take care of myself," you said clearly this time. Your father's voice became sharper. "He will watch over you. Wether you like it or not." You turned your attention to the stranger. He was still lounging casually against the wall, his stance almost bored.
You couldn't look away and the longer you maintained his gaze, the more it felt like he was seeing through you. Past your skin and bones. Into a place behind your thoughts that even you hadn't dared to look at.The needle stopped between his fingertips and now you had to look away. You blinked hard, hoping to find your voice again.
"Is he going to follow me everywhere?," you asked. "He already is," your father replied simply. You dared another glance and Illumi's eyes were still on you. His lips twitched, not quite a smile but something worse.
⋆⭒˚.⋆
A lot had been different after this day.
The first weeks at university felt surreal. You tried to pretend he was not there but it didn't work. You constantly felt his presence like a shadow.
At night, when you walked home or went out with friends, he was there, perched silently on rooftops, balconies or in the shadows of taller buildings. You spotted a flicker of black movements, and when you looked up, you saw nothing. But you knew he was there watching.
The other students began to avoid you after weeks had passed. You used to have people chatting with you during breaks but now? They parted around you like smoke. No one could explain it. They just felt it - something cold, off and wrong that clung to you like perfume. Something that made their instsincts scream: run.
You would always catch him staring. In the reflection of the library window, the corner of a Café mirror or behind a tree as you left class. He didn't hide. He didn't need to.
Illumi only spoke when necessary. And when he did his voice was low and hollow, like velvet. He never raised it, yet it echoed in your mind long afer. Things like: "You shouldn't have spoken to that boy" , "Don't eat that. It was tampered with" or "You locked your window. Good."
⋆⭒˚.⋆
One night, after you had taken a warm bath, he was already sitting in your room.
The sound of the storm outside hummed behind the bathroom walls. Rain spattered against the windows, leaving jumbled trails down the glass. You stepped out of the restroom, steam swirling around your feet. Your kimono clung around your shape. You padded barefoot on the plush rug, the hem whispering against your legs. You sat in front of your small mirror, fingers weaving through your hair, softly brushing it and taking in the silence.
Your reflection moved slightly with the storm's pulse. Candelight flickered and thunder groaned distantly. Then, a awful streak of lightning struck the sky, filling the entire room with white light. In that short second, you saw Illumi standing in a corner. One foot rested against the wall behind him. He had been present the entire time. You gasped in surprise. "What? How long have you been here?"
The storm rumbled once more, but this time it was quieter. He remained still and he didn't even blink. He just stood there and his large eyes slowly trailed over you slowly. The way your hair clung wet to your collarbone. The slope of your shoulder beneath the thin silk. The vulnerable curve of your spine. "I heard the window lock shift," he stated softly. "I came to check." You stared at him, your chest still rising and falling in worry. "You could have said something. You could've knocked." He slightly tilted his head. "I don't knock."
A moment of silence passed. Your heartbeat sounded louder than the storm. He stepped forward slowly. His boots left no sound on the floor. You could not move or breathe. Your throat clenched, but not from dread. It was something else now. "Next time, close the curtains," his said, his voice soft and barely audible. He did not wait for a response. By the time the next flash lighted up the room, he already left. However, you could still feel him. Everywhere.
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After that, you felt even more uncomfortable than before, but you were also intruiged by him. Why was he like that? You couldn't understand.
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When you had to travel with your father to another city for a major political gathering, he came along. You flew with one of the large airships.
One night, you noticed him seated at the pub.
You had hoped that distance would help. A luxurious airship packed with well-dressed strangers, political heirs and friends. Diamond chandeliers hung like stars.
Illumi came with you, of course he did. Nothing felt far away anymore. You didn't even remember seeing him onboard. You were walking onto the ship with your father when you looked over your shoulder and saw him.
Now, three nights in, the party continued upstairs with lavish music, laughter, perfume and wine. But you had slipped away, down to the calmer lounge. The lights were dimmer her. The windows revealed nothing but silk clouds and an infnite black sky. And there he was, sitting alone at the bar. For once, he wasn't standing, lurking or waiting. His posture was relaxed, with his shoulders lowered. One elbow rested on the counter, while the other hand softly rolled a crystal glass between his fingers. You froze in the doorway. He was not observing you. Not this time. He was looking down, his gaze concentrated on the ice, as if he was attempting to deduce anything from it. The drink hardly moved. His long black hair framed his face and he appeared still. Quieter than usual. There was a weight to him that made your throat dry up. You should leave. This was not your place. But something drew you onward. He had always borne the same sluggish, frigid attitude.
You stepped closer, nervously. Every step caused your pulse to soar. He did not look up until you were within a few feet. Then he turned. These big, lifeless eyes looked into yours. No surprise. No warmth. Just endless observation. "Hi...," you said and he blinked once. He tilted the glass slightly and the ice in it clicked again. "You're not wearing shoes," he stated and you looked down. "Didn't meant to walk far." He took a longer look at your feet. The silence was heavy and uncomfortable. You wanted to turn back, but you remained motionless. "Why do you do that?," you asked softly. "You're always watching. Never say anything." He was calm for too long. He responded just as you were beginning to regret asking the question. "I don't like talking."
You stood there a moment longer, heart thudding softly under your nightgown. "Can I sit?," you asked carefully. He didn't answer but he slid his drink to the side. You slowly climbed onto the stool beside him, legs swinging slightly. You could still hear the faint echoes of the celebration above, the pulse of string music or the laughter ringing like crystal. But down here, it felt like the air itself thickened. "I...I don't understand you," you started. He turned his head just enough for you to see the sharp edge of his face. "You're not supposed to," he answered, his voice too soft to carry. He didn't look at you and didn't speak. You sat in silence for a moment, then let your gaze wander to the wide black windows beyond the bar. Clouds drifted by in pale ribbons, and far below, nothing but ink and night. You needed this. The stillness. The distance from the ballroom full of people who laughed too loudly and watched too closely. People who knew your name but not your voice.
"I heard Lady Vessen had her dress flown in from Orsa," you said suddenly, glancing toward him from the corner of your eye. "A private designer. Took seven men to carry it up the stairs. All that tull, and for what? It looked like she was being eaten alive by a cake."
Nothing came from him, but he didn't leave so you kept going. "And Minister Grell's son spelled wine on one of the ambassadors. Again! It's always him. I don't think he's ever finished a drink upright in his life. His father was furious...you could tell because he smiled even more than ususal." You giggled softly. The sound felt strange in the dim room.
Illumi didn't speak. His eyes were on the glass again but he was listening. You could tell. "Honestly," you started, lowering your voice and leaning in just a little, "if one more girl tries to 'accidentally' brush her hand against the Prince of Ral's, I'm going to start throwing things. He's handsome, sure, but he talks like his mouth's full of marbles." You smiled at your own joke. Your hands were warmer now. It felt like talking to a ghost or something older than a ghost. Something that didn't speak but still...saw you. That was the strange thing about Illumi. He always saw you.
“I think Lady Brielle's dress had actual pearls sewn into the hem," you said, glancing at him. "Not beads. Not plastic. Pearls. Real ones. It was dragging across the carpet like a net. I could hear them clicking when she walked." You let yourself smile again. Just a little.
"She blinked exactly forty-seven times during her speech," he whispered, still watching the ice in his drink. You froze. "...What?" He turned his head slowly. "Lady Brielle. Forty-seven blinks. And she clenched her left hand three times when her husband mentioned their alliance with the east." You stared at him, mouth open slightly. "W...what?" He blinked once. "Lady Vessen has a blade sewn into the lining of her grown." You stared harder while he took a small sip from his drink. "It's poisoned."
You didn't even know how to respond. "The prince and Lady Ophelia. Do you know what they did after dinner when you danced with Mr. Winterhart?" You blinked. The silence that followed was strange and slightly terrifiying. "No...I don't think I want to know but anyway...I was talking about pearls," you replied, a little shocked. "I know." You sat perfectly still. He tilted his head. "You wanted to gossip."
"That's not gossip," you said, "that's...espionage." He looked at you then, and for the briefest second, something shifted. Not a smile. Not quite. But something less empty. "I know," he said again. Now you didn't say anything, you just watched him. You shook your head, leaning forward on your elbows. "I think," you whispered, "you might be the strangest person I've ever met." Your heart thumbed, too hard and loud. "Then I'm honored," he murmured. His eyes hollow.
Then he turned away. Just like that, as if the moment hadn't happened at all. As if he hadn't just whispered something that slipped into your bones and refused to leave. You tried what you always did. You tried to fill the silence with something...anything that felt less dangerous than the space between his words. You shifted a little in your seat, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. "So...um. Did you notice Lord Evian's daughter tonight?," you offered. Nothing. He sat perfectly still, fingers grazing the rim of his glass again, round and round and round. You watched his long and bony fingers. You felt the urge to keep talking because you were nervous and afraid.
"She wears the same little flower in her hair every night. Always tucked behind her ear. A white alyssum, I think. It's so small, but she makes sure it's always there,” you murmured.
You glanced at him. "I asked her about it once, last winter, at that embassy dinner," you continued. "She just smiled and said that it's for someone she loved too much." You smiled faintly, eyes distant. "Then she changed the subject like she hadn't said anything at all." You looked down at your hands. "I always thought that was such a lonely thing to say," you murmured. "Wearning a flower for someone who's gone. Every night..."
Illumi didn't move. The light caught on his pale cheekbones. Without looking at you, he said: "She touches it three times every time she enters the room. Once when she feels watched. Once when she feels threathened and once when she's lying." You stared at him. "She touched it when you hugged her," he said.
"She talks to the flower sometimes when she thinks no one's watching."
Even though it was strange, this conversation felt more authentic than the ones you had upstairs with all those people.
You smiled at him and this time you didn't know what to say. The words hung on your tongue.
Suddenly it just came out of your mouth. It was in your head all the time, but you had never dared to ask it until now.
"When you were in my room that one night...," you spoke but paused for a moment, "why didn't you stay?"
The bar suddenly felt too quiet, too small. Illumi didn't move. Not at first. He sat still, like a doll pretending to breathe. His fingers stopped tracing the rim of the glass. His body didn't shift, but something in the air did. "I wasn't supposed to be there," he said finally.
"You stood in the corner for a long time. You watched me," you whispered. "I only came to check if you had locked your window. You hadn't." You looked down, lips pressed tightly together. You weren't sure if you were angry, afraid or something else.
"Yes."
He said it like a stranger.
You tried again. "Why didn't you stay?"
His voice when it came was lower, more distant. "Because if I did...," he answered, "I don't know what I would've done to you after."
You leaned in closer, your cheeks burning. Your knees brushed the wood of the bar and the scent of him sank into your breath. And slowly...your hands reached out and found his. You expected him to flinch, to pull back but he didn't. He just stared at it like it was something he hadn't seen before. Something foreign.
He didn't return the touch but he didn't let go either. His eyes, impossibly dark and unreadable, drifted from your hand to your face. "Tell me what you would have done..." Your fingers curled slighty against his. "Tell me everything. I want to know."
His expression didn't change. Instead, he studied you like he was waiting to see if you'd flinch. If you'd regret. If your voice would tremble.
His jaw tensed just slightly. Then he leaned in. "I would' have knelt behind you," he whispered, "and pulled your hair back. Just to see your throat...to feel your skin still warm from the water. And you wouldn't have stopped me." You shivered. His hand shifted now, fingers touching your wrist, sliding up. Like he was memorizing every inch of your skin. "I would've let my hands explore what your towel didn't cover," he said, his voice like silk dragged over a knife. Your breathe hitched. You couldn't speak. Your body answered for you. "I would have touched you until you couldn't remember your own name," he said. "Only mine."
You didn't speak. You couldn't. His hand touched the side of your neck now. "And then...I would've made you say it." You shivered so hard your breath caught in your throat. "Tell me," he growled, "do you want me to?" Your eyes found his. Those strange and depthless eyes. "Illumi...," you whispered his name and he heard it. He was leaning in again, slowly. You could feel your lips parting without a thought.
But then, the moment shattered. Sharp footsteps, way too fast, echoed down the velvet-padded stairwell. You froze. A voice followed, too loud for the quet intimacy you'd just shared. "There you are, Y/N!"
One of your father's servants stepped into view, breathless but smiling in that overly formal way. His shoes gleamed. His tone was rehearsed. "Your father's been looking everywhere. He's about to introduce you to a guest. Very important. Someone from the western court. He asked for you!"
You blinked, shoulders snapping back the way they always did when you were summoned like this. The trained daughter...the obedient presence...the piece of his puzzle. Illumi's hand slipped away from yours slowly. He felt no rush or shame. The servant noticed, looked at Illumi and then back to you. "Come, we really mustn't keep your father waiting." You stood slowly, your knees unsure.
The heat still lingered in your cheeks and chest. Illumi didn't rise. He simply watched you.
As the servant led you briskly through the quiet corridor, away from the lounge's low golden light and the silence, you could still feel his voice in your ear.
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Old HxH fanart I made but I still like them despite their issues
#fanart#drawing#digitalart#hunterxhunter#hxh#leorio x kurapika#leokura#leopika#kurapika#leorio paladiknight#gonfreecs
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About Kurapika's hairstyle in the current manga
For mysterious reasons, Kurapika's hair is back the way it used to be NOOOO
(Unfortunately Leorio didn't appear in the manga... consider his presence here an extra)
#hxh #leopika #kurapika #leorio #hunterxhunter
#hxh#hunterxhunter#kurapika#leorio#leopika#the idea seemed very funny#I liked the Kurapika's new hairstyle 😭#penguinkura
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Peak character development 🎭
Still not over Kites death tbh : (
More active on IG : Shasivyy
#kite#kaito#hxh#hunterxhunter#fanart#artist#hunter x hunter#gon freecss#gon freeks#killua zoldyck#killua fanart#leorio#kurapika#kurapika fanart#hisoka#illumi zoldyck#kite fanart#chimera ant arc
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