killuasfantasy

[killuasfantasy]

Headcanons: You and Killua (with Alluka-style powers)

1. Secret Handshake Protocol

You and Killua created a simple three-tap handshake—your unspoken check-in. First tap: “Are you okay?” Second: “Am I okay?” Third: “You promise you’ll stop me if I slip?” It’s your way of making sure you’re always in control, even without words.

You and Killua always do the three-tap handshake before any stressful situation—missions, crowds, even meeting new people. It’s small and subtle, but when your chest feels tight and your thoughts start spiraling, those three taps remind you: he’s here. You’re not alone. You’re in control.

2. The Grounding Ritual

When your breathing gets shallow and your powers start to stir on their own, Killua doesn’t even speak. He just kneels in front of you, takes your hands, and presses his forehead gently to yours. He focuses his aura around you, slow and steady, like a current washing the panic away. You don’t always say thank you—but you always squeeze his hand when you’re okay again. He always knows what that means.

3. Your Powers Get Stronger When You’re Scared

It’s not fair. The more anxious you get, the more unstable your powers become. Even your requests can trigger terrifying wish conditions. You once nearly whispered something by accident during a panic attack, and Killua had to stop you mid-sentence—hugging you tightly with one hand and covering your mouth with the other, whispering, “Not now, it’s okay. You don’t need to fix it. Just breathe.”

4. Late-Night Confessions (And the Fear of Yourself)

The worst nights are when you admit the darkest things: “What if I hurt you?” “What if I wish someone away?” “What if I can’t stop it next time?” Killua never recoils. He just holds your hand tighter, strokes your hair, and says, “You’re not dangerous. You’re scared. That’s not the same thing.” You cry sometimes. He never lets go.

5. You Don’t Trust Yourself—But He Does

There are days where you won’t speak at all, afraid your voice might accidentally trigger a request or a wish. Killua notices. He never pushes you to talk. He just sits with you, close enough for you to feel his heartbeat, until you’re ready. “I trust you,” he says often. You don’t always believe it… but it helps.

6. He Keeps Track So You Don’t Have To

Killua knows how your powers work. He counts the wishes, the requests, the emotional toll. You don’t have to remember who owes what or whether a price is looming—he does it for you. He has a notebook in his jacket labeled “Wish Log.” You’ve never seen it, but he told you, “You don’t have to carry all of it. Let me take some.”

“Safety First” Code Phrase

The two of you agreed on a simple phrase for when your anxiety spirals and your powers start to buzz under your skin: “Safety first.” The second you say it, Killua stops everything. He’ll lead you to somewhere quiet, do the grounding ritual, and talk you down until you’re steady again. No judgment. No fear. Just you and him.

8. You Have a Voice Too

Killua reminds you constantly that you’re not just a vessel for power. You’re you. You’re more than the voice inside you. More than the fear. “You have a say. You don’t have to grant anything,” he tells you. And he never asks you to, even when things get dangerous.

9. Alluka Understands in a Way No One Else Can

When you and Alluka are together, it’s like exhaling after holding your breath for years. The two of you talk in quiet corners about what it feels like when the voice takes over, about guilt and control and being treated like a monster. Killua watches you both with gentle pride—his sister and his love, finding safety in each other.

10. His Favorite Thing to Say When You’re Scared

When you’re shaking, when your powers threaten to lash out, when you’re spiraling—Killua always whispers the same words:

“You’re still you. And I love every version—no matter how scared she is.”

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Should I make this into story?

[killuasfantasy]

I forget killuas a pervert...and had a porn addiction

[killuasfantasy]

This is adorable

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stalker!killua, aged up

cw: slight smut (at the end :b)

── .✦ a/n: i finally wrote for kil like after a month so settle down killua girlie’s, heres food. this is gna be a long one as a way of me saying thanks for your guys’ support and patience (⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝)

side note, i rec to read this while listening to Angel by Massive Attack !!

the mere sight of you churned something in him.

killua adored the heavenly spectacle of you, and only you.

stalking. thats the adequate and most accurate term possible for whatever the hell killua has been imposing on you for the past month.

whenever the school bell rung in remembrance of the fact dismissal was apparent, and huge bodies of students rushed out of the school entrance gate, relieved and delighted to be freed from the dreary arms of academics and socialising. that was the time killua found himself awaiting patiently at the side of the school gate on the outer side walk.

the wary silverette had added this specific activity to his daily schedule for some time now. it was only a matter of time before your pleasing self would exit out the school gate, heading back home by walking.

that was the exact moment that killua would immediately drop whatever he was doing and focus his mind on one single thing. you, watching you, following you, breathing in you, and just absorbing the whole entirety of your existence.

it was not just after school however. even during school hours on campus, the quick-minded albino had his own ways on how to catch glimpses of you or watch you from afar, as regular.

purposefully checking the class timetables posted up on the bulletin board in the hall, just so he could memorise your schedule and what classes he had in common with you. picking the table in the cafeteria with the best view of you in sight, and forcing gon to sit there with him just so he could watch you during lunch. oh, and how he would constantly be grateful that his locker was so close by to yours… so he could steal small peeks of you every morning when you swung by your locker for books and your necessities.

however, physical stalking of you was not yet enough to satiate his hunger for you.

constantly keeping an eye on your social media’s was also a favourite of killua’s. inspecting your instagram photos and stories in a headache inducing amount every day. discovering your spotify account just so he could dig out whatever music you were into, and check it out for himself. perhaps even how he would go as far as stalking all your friends and families social’s just to figure out every last bit of you.

killua was irrevocably obsessed with you.

afternoon prevailed as school had ended, killua stood outside the school gate once more this average afternoon, his back casually leaning onto a lamppost on the outer sidewalk of the gate. hands shoved into his jacket pockets as he turned his head around in every direction, waiting for your presence patiently.

soon enough, you glided out the school gate alone, routinely. you immediately crossed the road and travelled to the opposite side of the school entrance, before making a left turn, starting to make your way home. unsurprisingly, the albino was already beginning to pick up his steps as he attentively stuck his eyes on you and your every movement, despite you just walking home as you do every day.

the albino cautiously shifted his weight around when he walked, meticulously shushing his footsteps as his eyes focused on your familiar figure, trailing after you from afar, from a good distance.

as you were journeying back to your house in front of him, killua began to inspect every single part of you.

he felt your outfit today was enticingly cute, the way your skirt swayed with your hips when you walked was such a turn on. killua also was very much enchanted by the way your hair would bounce up and down every time you took a step. the way you consistently held onto your tote bag strap, only ended up causing him to start daydreaming and imagine you wrapping your arm around his… one day.

there was just no words left to describe his insatiable need for you.

although the silverette ended up pretty caught up in the sheer thrill of being able to observe you and indulge in informations of you that he dug up with no repercussions… after a month, killua couldn’t help but start to internally question.

how is she that unaware?

after awhile, it seemed as if you were almost purposefully luring him in. how come every single time killua followed you on the journey home… you never once bothered to glance back behind you or even look around? are you truly that air-headed? if you are, you are absolutely fucking hilarious then.

there was just something unexplainably odd about you, that killua only realised after he got over the high of going unnoticed for so long while stalking you.

today, killua reminded himself that he will pay EXTRA attention to your behaviour.

as you journeyed home in front of him, the albino could feel himself narrowing his eyes as he observed you.

fuck, you were so pretty.. and looked so dumb as well.

killua watched as he felt himself getting more and more riled up internally at just how little awareness you paid to your surroundings and yourself when you walked alone. you were stressing this man out so bad he almost wanted to just leap out of obscurity just to warn you, “for the love of god, PLEASE be more careful”.

he wondered to himself as his jaw clenched, about just how such a delicate-looking and unwary girl like you has survived this long from living with such little suspicion to this rotten world.

killua could feel himself biting down on his bottom lip as he watched you walking around with such a carefree spirit.

as you finally reached your house, killua began to slow down his tracks as he started to watch you unlock and enter your front door, standing from a further distance this time.

usually, the albino would just turn away and be on his own way after witnessing you shutting your front door, but today he stood still in his place for some time… in deep thought.

how come every time she enters her door and closes it, she never bothers to look back out even once?

your whole head and figure will always immediately be enveloped into your home, without one bit of the urge to turn your head around to peer out to the outside world, not even for one last moment.

killua remained in the position he watched you from, pondering on your character and odd behaviour.

after around 5 minutes, the albino finally turned around and slowly started to make his way back to his own house… still in deep consideration of everything.

perhaps, he didn’t know you as well as he thought. sure, kil knew all the information regarding you as a person, that he stalked out but… what about your personal ideals and living life as an actual individual of your own? hmm, that could need some more time to figure out fully.

a weakness of killua’s was that he almost always, regarded himself as the utmost smart and capable in situations when other people were involved.

as the silverette walked further and further away from his beloved’s house, he was so shrouded in his own comfort that he always failed once and once again to realise that… every single day after he turned his back to your house, eyes would peer out the small gap between the curtain and the window beside the front door.

your gaze followed killua’s minimising figure as he walked away, your breath heavy and intense. your eyes wide and clear, full of focus and yet, lack of control at the same time.

your focus was solely placed on the pale figure who was just following you back home a minute ago, your lack of control was on the fact you had no care for anything else in the world anymore except him, and only him.

right before killua’s silhouette was about to be fully gone, you hurriedly pulled out your phone and snapped a picture of his back profile, just slightly from behind the curtain.

a minuscule giggle soon slipped out your lips as you began to use your fingers to zoom in and out of the picture you just took of killua, getting a proper look at him. you feel your knees getting weak from kneeling down on the hard floor to peek out the window for so long.

“damn, he really is clueless.” you smile to yourself as you held your phone up against your chest.

killua laid in bed as evening approached, scrolling on his phone mindlessly. after going on tiktok for some time, he abruptly sat up in bed as he began to direct his attention to his social media platforms. it was now the time that the albino would consistently be bound to go online, to stalk and scroll through your social media accounts on every platform you were on.

as killua was staring at an instagram selfie of you that you posted a few weeks ago, admiring you as usual. his sapphire eyes soon lit up in delight as a small gasp escaped his lips.

he had just received a notification that you posted a new photo on instagram.

like flash, killua immediately pressed on the notification soon after snapping out of his little trance.

right as the notification directed him to your new post, killua could feel his eyes widening and himself choking violently.

in your newly posted photo, you stood in front of your bathroom mirror as you held up your phone for a mirror selfie, showing off your impressive appearance and quite… alluring outfit.

after recovering from choking and his initial reaction, killua immediately dived into zooming and inspecting you in the picture.

in your mirror selfie, you had your free hand placed on your hip as your leopard print bra peeped out of your body-hugging white tank top, low rise jeans revealing your silver belly button piercing.

he was fully aware that his mouth was left agape and eyes shot wide once again, but whatever he was staring at right now was definitely worth that reaction.

the albino can’t seem to scroll or turn away from your picture, killua stared at you for so long it felt like the image of you in that picture was now burned into his memory.

killua couldn’t tell whether he should be thanking the heavens for getting so lucky to see you like this today, or curse them for bestowing this chance that only now caused him to be extremely frustrated… with the fact he couldn’t feel you or be with you in reality.

well, at least not yet.

of course, unaware to killua, all the way back at your place, you were silently sitting in bed as well as you smirked at a specific notification that popped up on your phone, right after posting your very much stimulating selfie.

kil.zol liked your post!

after a prolonged time of you staring at that one notification, you soon shut off your phone, placing it onto your nightstand gently, as you smiled yourself to sleep.

as killua felt his brain practically becoming mush at just how much he stared at your mirror selfie, he eventually realised he had to stop or else he’ll probably lose his mind.

the silverette soon huffed out a heavy and deep sigh, right before he tossed his phone onto the opposite side of his bed. tucking himself into bed as he quietly grumbled to himself, extremely annoyed at the fact he couldn’t do or say anything about his feelings towards you currently.

the following morning didn’t seem out of the ordinary at first.

killua unlocked and swung open his locker door as he stood in front of it, picking out his books for the subjects of the day. right as he shut the locker door, he felt a presence right beside him… a familiar one.

it was you, standing right beside him, looking at him cheerfully. this alone caused the albino to almost scream out loud from shock and absolutely wrecked his nerves.

“THE FUCK-“

“hi?..”

“oh.. uh- ‘m sorry.”

“no worries!”

another shock to killua was that you seemed rather unfazed by his intense reaction at your presence, you just faced him as you awaited him to calm down, politely.

the rhythm of his beating heart paced up abnormally fast, as he felt himself unknowing on what to say to you after that small apology for his outburst.

killua could feel himself struggling to even form a proper thought as you continued to look up at him, unbothered.

“soo.. we have english together for first class right?”

“umm.. yeah, we do.”

“cool! wanna walk to class together then? i always see you go alone!”

“y-yeah.. sure.”

as the albino facepalmed himself internally for stuttering and was now cussing himself out in his mind for looking so goddamn awkward, you just simply flashed him a bright smile as you jumped up slightly before exclaiming.

“anyways, lets go!”

you glided past killua’s shoulder, almost as if you knew he would just follow you, no questions asked.

who are you kidding? of course he’d follow you, he always does.

as you two walked to english class, killua soon hastily ran up and reached to be beside you in the hall… hoping to be side by side with you on this small travel to english class.

as you two made your way to english, it was rather quiet between you guys but you occasionally looked beside you to flash killua a small smile.

unsurprisingly, it sure caused a few knots in killua’s stomach and as well as him contemplating whether his brain was frying up or if this was just “the nerves” from being so close to his crush stalking target.

you and killua soon entered through the doors of english class, only to both be stumped and standing still at the entrance.

the separate seats you two usually sat at, was now preoccupied by other people today.

you can hear yourself grunt slightly in dissatisfaction, but you soon adapted fast and turned behind to face the pale boy.

“uh.. it seems we both are seatless today!”

“guess so..”

“well, i spot two empty seats at the back. wanna sit together today?”

as you asked that question, you blinked curiously, anticipating killua’s answer.

the silverette felt himself choking on his words as he felt a surge of excitement rushing through his veins.

“sure…”

as you heard killua’s positive response, you gave him another wide smile before turning around on your heel to make your way to the back of the class.

as you turned around to walk off, killua couldn’t help himself but take a quick whiff of your scent that travelled through the air. the fragrance of your fruity perfume and the smell of your hair intoxicating his senses, you felt like a drug to him.

you and killua both were rather silent, as you two attempted to listen to class.

for killua, he could feel his self control slipping every single second as he watched you from the corner of his eye. gosh, the way you can just do practically nothing would still enchant him.

unbeknownst to killua, you were feeling just as… if not more ecstatic at this opportunity.

you were using all your strength to hold yourself together, if you didn’t, you’d probably be trembling from thrill and sheer happiness.

outwardly, you two seemed like two classmates that had nothing much going on, barely even friends. however, internally, you and killua both equally yearned endlessly for one another.

30 minutes soon pass in english, not much has occurred between you two throughout that. although, you did occasionally flash him a couple of sweet smiles when there were a few times it became way too apparent that this guy was on the verge of hyperventilating. well, at least now you know whose the more well-composed one between the two of you…

as class proceeded on, killua eventually became way too bored with noting down the different types of essay formats so he decided to just start going on his phone. whatever, he’s sitting at the back today, so who would even notice? also because he was just so damn exhausted from being so nervous around you.

you continued to feign an attentive behaviour in class, facing your head towards the board and the lesson. of course, you were secretly constantly sneaking glances at killua, who was sitting beside you.

after a few moments of going through his phone, killua placed his phone onto his table, as he leaned down to pick up a pen he dropped.

right as the albino leaned down, he immediately jolted up and turned to your direction.

shit. killua had left his phone unlocked, and placed right beside your desk.

to killua’s horror, it was too late. you already had your head down and staring at his home-screen’s wallpaper.

when you had realised killua left his phone unlocked and unattended beside you, you curiously turned and glanced down.

killua’s wallpaper was a picture of you, that you yourself had posted online some time ago.

the albino was frozen in place as he had his body facing you, deep blue eyes flooding with fear and anxiety, face paralysed with shock and words unable to come out of his mouth. he gripped onto the edge of his desk and the other hand held onto his chair, as he struggled to even come up with an excuse to save himself.

what was he supposed to say now? you guys barely knew each other! well- he knew a shit ton about you, but not through knowing you personally. killua’s mind ran around with every possibility possible, that could stem from this situation.

will you think he’s a creep?

will you say nothing?

will you be freaked out and get mad?

will you be afraid and never talk to him again?

right as all those panic-worthy scenarios swirled through his brain, he was abruptly interrupted from his anxiety.

you looked up at him directly, staring into his quivering eyes. you could practically feel the intense emotions radiating off of him. as you glanced up into his blue eyes, killua couldn’t help but feel distracted by the close proximity you two were now sharing… despite the unideal situation that was now happening.

after around 2 minutes of you two silently staring at each other, you slowly reclined back into your seat and directed yourself back into listening to class, seemingly as if nothing happened…?

as you turned your head back towards the board, without saying a word or any confrontation towards basically killua being a creep about you, you just decided to say nothing.

since that is exactly what would mess with him, and you knew that perfectly well.

as you started acting like nothing happened, killua was still jaw-dropped and eyes fixed onto you… bamboozled by how you can just ignore that and act so calm.

soon, the school bell rung, english had now finally ended.

as killua heard the bell ringing, he almost jumped up in surprise. he was now extremely JUMPY…

right as everyone in class began to pack up and move out, killua hastily shoved all his belongings into his back and immediately walked out, without even a glance back or a goodbye to you.

you were packing up as well, when killua suddenly left so abruptly. however, you just continued to act unbothered, until he had left the room fully.

as killua had finally escaped out english class, you soon stopped whatever you were doing and turned all your attention onto the doorway of the classroom, the exact same doorway that killua had ran out of.

you just simply glued your eyes on that doorway, silently laughing to yourself on just how stupid the guy you like is.

as killua rushed out of the classroom, he sped through the hall until he reached his next class, but before he entered his next class, the silverette leaned his back onto the wall behind him, desperately trying to catch his breath as he tilted his head up. the albino seriously wanted to just jump out a window and never face you again…

once lunch time had come, you were sitting at your usual table with your usual huge group of friends. chatting and joking around with them, your table was lively and chirpy as you ate lunch with your friends in the cafeteria. you appeared to be the average high-school girl who was into socialising and hanging around lots of friends, you didn’t seem to be out of the ordinary in any way.

across the cafeteria, a specific pair of sharp sapphire eyes were stuck onto you.

killua pushed his food around on his plate with his fork while staring up past gon’s shoulder at you on the opposite side of the room. gon couldn’t help but get worrisome about him as he sat opposite the albino at their lunch table.

“you alright killua?…”

“yeah.. just- just.. tired.”

the ravenette soon realised that something was definitely up with killua… but he would never admit it or talk about it, well he does open up after things calm down or when he finally cools down himself but its clear currently, that killua is still not over whatever he’s stuck on.

as killua forced food into his mouth, he could feel himself getting more and more irritated as he watched you from afar.

truth is, the albino was only growing annoyed due to the fact he felt like you’ll always be out of his reach. the one thing killua wanted more than anything right now was to just walk up to you and press his lips onto yours. killua could hear your giggle ringing in his ear, you seem to be interacting with friends as regular… you seem completely unbothered.

worse, now he felt like he ruined any future prospects of you two getting along naturally… c’mon, you found out how much of a creep is about you.

killua could not fret enough on just how nervous he was about you now.

as always, the silverette remained oblivious to the fact you’re aware of every single action he made. including him staring at you from across the cafeteria.

its simply hilarious just how caught up he is in his own world about you, that he never got to make the full realisation of just how obsessed you were towards him either… although, he soon will eventually.

its out of your abilities to prevent killua from seeing the truth. he himself already started having his own suspicions, and just when they started rising up, you acted blind to the fact you witnessed him being secretly obsessive towards you.

this afternoon, killua didn’t follow you home for the first time ever since he started stalking you.

the albino was simply too on edge and paranoid after what happened with you today in the morning, so killua just decided to immediately dash home, not waiting for you outside the gate as usual.

killua certainly feels slightly guilty for not following after you today, but the events of this morning kept replaying in his head repeatedly… causing him to feel too nervous to even attempt to go after you.

as you step out the school gate, you instantly feel the absence of your presence. however, you do not stop to check, you just continue on your way home. although of course, you do feel quite disappointed since you do actually enjoy him watching you.

as you reach home, you enter through the front door, shutting it behind you. once you heard the door click shut, you soon press your back onto the door, sliding down onto the floor slowly.

you finally let loose in the comfort of your own home. you’re sat down on the floor, at the dimly lit entrance of your home as you began to release all your excitement and happiness. giggling to yourself like a madwoman as you loudly exclaim “yes!” repeatedly.

you soon quiet down as you pull out your phone from your pocket, still sitting down on the floor with your back pressed against the front door. you immediately start going on social media and other platforms to start cyberstalking through all the information available online about killua. although its not the first time you ever stalked killua online…

on the other line, killua eventually arrived home as he released a deep breath, held in for some time by tension and and anxiety. the silverette heads up to his room as soon as he finished collecting himself, flopping onto his bed facedown once he shut his bedroom door behind him. killua buries his pale face into his pillow as he continues to go crazy with his racing and torturous thoughts.

as midnight soon greeted all, killua laid tucked in bed, struggling with falling asleep.

the room was silent, and dimly lit, as the only light source in the whole room was only the peering moonlight that shone in from the window opposing the bed, gleaming onto killua’s bed, and his face… causing even more disturbance to his already struggling slumber.

the albino could only hear the faint sounds of his breathing, and his bedsheets rustling softly when he tossed and turned restlessly, every few minutes. there was simply no way killua could feel fine and rest well, especially with everything going on in his mind about you. as the night went on, killua could feel cold sweat starting to trickle down his face as he began to have his haunting realisations about you.

“how is she able to act like nothing happened?”

“theres no way she can’t sense the truth, she’s got to be purposefully putting on an act.”

“did she ever.. notice me at all?”

“yeah, she definitely knows… no, she ALWAYS knew.”

“i must’ve… underestimated her way too much.”

“dang, this bitch is weird as fuck.”

killua began to seriously consider if whether his own obsession had been used against him. he was so caught up in his daydreams about you, that he never noticed that you may perhaps have been looking back at him. the silverette began to feel his brain dying as he went on pondering about every single question possible, through the restless night. why did you lead him to believe be was going unnoticed, and letting his behaviour continue onwards?

those swirling and questioning thoughts didn’t just wander in killua’s mind that day, they eventually consumed him as a whole. killua began to turn concerningly paranoid and on-guard everywhere he went and every second of the day.

it had been a week since the situation of you discovering your picture as killua’s phone’s wallpaper. you went on with feigning ignorance and going forward with your life as usual, as if nothing had happened between you two whatsoever. unsurprisingly, this deeply disturbed killua even more as time went on and you still had remained quiet and did not approach killua at all in any way.

the albino arrived at school, feeling rather wary as he had been for the past week. killua soon arrived at his locker in the hall, desperately attempting to not look at you in any way as you were standing in front of your own locker, nearby his. he was just praying that you didn’t notice he had arrived, as you seemed pretty occupied with picking out your books for the day.

killua could sense his breathing becoming shaky and his limbs weak, as he continued to stare into the abyss of books in his locker while trying his hardest to ignore your presence that was close by. as the silverette took a well-needed deep breath, killua couldn’t help but feel as if there were eyes on him from a nearby distance.

at this point, was he going insane or is there actually someone watching him?

after shoving his books into his backpack with trembly hands, killua hastily shut his locker door, causing a roaring but brief sound. once he locked his locker and pulled out the key, killua walked off in an instant. not even bothering to take his sweet time as he used to, to be close to you.

as you were scanning the timetable you had stuck onto the inner of your locker door, you heard killua’s footsteps scurrying off. you pouted to yourself as your eyes remained on the timetable, you felt pretty bummed by killua’s behaviour for the past week.

he wasn’t purposefully slowing down his movements anymore or stalling time at his locker these mornings, it was clear to you that killua no longer wanted to be near you physically anymore, these days. you would whine about it but then… it would openly reveal the fact you do pay close attention to killua. gosh… it was way better back when he was clueless and stupid! now you barely caught sight of him nowadays, as he’s always hiding away.

what a shame. you revelled in the chilling sensation you felt whenever he had those sharp blue eyes glued onto you, watching your every movement and decision. it made you feel better about yourself too, as it meant that you weren’t the only abnormally obsessed one in this unspoken mutuality.

a true shame, as this sent of some alarms in your brain. this isn’t great, he seems to be catching a grip of everything quickly nowadays. you had to do something about killua, and fast.

the school day proceeded on as normal, however, killua was not so normal. to be fair, neither of you were ever really normal.

in the afternoon, killua and you shared a french language class… which caused a great deal of distress to the albino as he sat through it, feeling very much anxious as he constantly stared at you from the back of the class, whilst you sat at the front row. the albino barely payed any mind to the lesson as he was fully fixated on you, the more killua looked, the more he couldn’t stop himself. despite everything going on in his mind, you were still gorgeous and entrancing. killua almost felt as if, you were doing this on purpose.

you wanted him to look at you, didn’t you?

you were aware of killua’s staring, you could practically feel his paranoia radiating from all the way at the front of the class. however, like what you usually do, you just continued to play the act that you had no idea what was happening. something you felt pretty superior about between the you and killua, was that you were much better at feigning your demeanour and mood compared to him.

you were so going to make him regret underestimating you soon.

french class was nearing its end in a little while, as the teacher spoke up.

“y/n, would you be a dear and assist me in taking this pile of the students books to my library? thank you.”

the silverette’s head shot up to the teacher, and back towards you as he heard the french teacher directing you to bring everyone’s books to her office.

you nodded your head obediently, and agreed sweetly as you began to get up from your seat to pick up the bunches of books from the teacher’s table into your arms, before walking out of the class to head to the teacher’s office.

as you stepped out the classroom, killua started to feel even more and more uneasy.

the beam on your face dropped as soon as the door clicked shut behind you. you placed the stack of books promptly onto the teachers desk as you darted your gaze around the office, cautiously and swiftly. once you rested your alert, knowing no ones coming in soon and there aren’t any camera’s around the room, you immediately darted your attention back to the stack of books.

you go into a frenzy as you hastily go through each and one of the labels of the books in the stack, scouting out for the one book with the name “killua zoldyck” plastered on the front. you eventually discover it, releasing a small and relieved gasp as you carefully pull it out of the pile.

as you slip killua’s book into your hands, you excitedly start to flip through the pages of it. a grin that’s unable to be suppressed creeps onto your lips as you meticulously analyse and read killua’s handwriting. you scoff faintly, feeling amused by killua’s little doodles and drawings of cats and stars on his pages.

you soon shut his book as it soon hits you that you should probably go back to class. you lightly and slightly glide your finger tips over the section where killua’s name is written, on the front cover of his book.

back at class, the albino intentionally slows his breathing down as he’s starting to get exhausted from just how rapid his heartbeat has been. killua runs his hand through his sweat-embedded silver locks, shutting his eyes as he dreads your return from the teacher’s office.

this was genuinely so terrifying for killua. he was so very much now anxious, from just the sight of you. yet, he also felt endless craving for you arise even more than before, from the lack of attention and time he’s been spending on you compared to back then. the silverette had the desperation of wanting to just tug on his own hair from this anguish and deep frustration. is this what it feels to fear the same person you hopelessly adore?

right before your return, killua braced himself internally as he made the rash but well-needed decision to fulfil his own personal curiosity and anxiousness.

killua was going to sneak into your room as soon as you’re away from home, to search through and dig for any sort of information or material he needed to justify… the way you are and whatever the fuck was currently even going on.

the school bell rung, as students began to flock out of the campus and back home joyfully.

as you were walking through the school, towards the gate, your mind was still focused on how to deal with killua.

as you reached the gate, you headed out of it, silently noticing that after awhile… killua was awaiting you at the side of the gate, like how he used to before he became aware of the truth about you.

you could barely contain a smirk as you crossed the road to the other side, knowing that killua will eventually trail after behind you. however, instead of taking your usual route and turn to your house, you ended up heading the direction on the other end. which of course, surprised killua as he was still eyeing you from beside the school gate.

the albino raises an eyebrow in confusion as he begins to pick up his step, following after you from behind. killua didn’t even care anymore if whether you knew he was behind you or not, he was just so bewildered by you.

as you walked more and more, it was clear that you were in the direction heading towards the local mall. maybe you were in need of new clothes?.. or you simply wanted to stroll around? should killua really trust you, in this moment? or should he turn around and dart towards your house while you’re “out”?

killua’s heartbeat began to pace up again, as he felt his pale palms turning sweaty and damp. the albino trailed after you for a little while more, just to be sure of himself. sight of the mall soon came into view, as you continued to walk closer towards it.

as soon as that moment hit, killua knew this was the moment. even if you weren’t out of the house for long, you’ll definitely take some time to reach home by walking. the silverette hastily turned around and gave into his temptation.

killua’s breathing became ragged as he ran hurriedly and dashed towards your house. determined to figure you out, no matter the consequences.

once you sense killua’s presence disappearing, you snapped your head around to witness him running off. holy shit, is he actually about to do what you guess he’s going to do?

you knew this guy way too well, especially from all that stalking you did on killua. he was seriously now getting on your last nerve, does he seriously think he’ll get to flip through your room that easily? no way in hell.

you weren’t going to let killua off this time, you were dead set on catching him in the act. you were going to teach this idiot a lesson for underestimating you this entire time.

as soon as you watched killua’s figure run off further and further away, you immediately began to pick up your own pace as well, as you rushed for the second route that lead to your house.

as you sprinted back home, you had only one thought on your mind while you felt yourself huffing for air.

“you think you can beat me? fuck off.”

unbeknownst to killua, your sheer determination ended up helping you reach your house before he did. you swung open your front door with the last ounce of energy you had in you, travelling up into your bedroom carefully as you wanted to make it appear you had never touched your room since leaving in the morning.

only a minute later, killua eventually arrived at your house. the silverette was panting for his life, as he recovered from that run. he soon travelled to the side of your house and somehow climbed up onto the ledge of your window.

as you silently positioned yourself still in the corner beside your bedroom window, sounds of rustling and sounds of another human breathing outside your window soon reach you from the other side. what the hell? killua really was breaking into your room! you felt a jumble of emotions as you anticipated his intrusion. you felt pretty irritated but at the same time, you couldn’t resist but feel unexplainably charmed, and even turned on by the fact he was breaking into your room.

the glass panes flew to the sides, as the window unlatched open with a miniature creak. you remained in the corner, as a pale figure rolled in chaotically, a thumping sound occurring as killua hit the floor once he climbed into your room. the silverette fell right beside you as you stood in the corner right beside him. however, killua completely overlooked your presence due to the darkness of your unlit room and you practically sticking to the wall.

your eyes were strictly fixated onto killua as you watched him recovering from his dramatic entrance, frantically trying to catch his breath as he laid facedown on your bedroom floor, fists clenched as he began to push himself up onto his knees.

an indifferent and blank expression overtakes your face as you narrow your eyes slowly, awaiting the moment that killua finally full grips the truth.

the albino raises his head as he pulls himself up onto his feet, eyes squinting and darting around your room as he soon noticed your bedroom walls. killua’s sapphire eyes widened with a tremble as he identified what was wrong with your room.

pictures of killua himself, that he never even knew existed bombarded and covered your bedroom walls at every inch possible.

killua could feel an undeniable chill run down his spine as his eyes continued to be held wide in shock. the albino turned his around left and right, unable to believe what he was now standing in the middle of. as killua glanced further at all the hundreds of photos of him on your walls, he also came to the horrifying conclusion that all these pictures were snapped when he was unaware and consistently either from behind him or from a side distance.

killua’s knees felt wobbly and weak, as his heart began to feel like it’ll burst out of his chest. how was he supposed to pull it together currently? not even he had his walls plastered with your photos… there were so much of them that it seemed as if you stalking him could’ve been a full time job to you.

the silverette was frozen in where he stood. unfortunately for killua, the surprises for him had not ended just yet.

“i hope you don’t mind.”

those monotone words spoken out of apparently no where, except possibly from the darkness that shrouded killua, provoked almost a heart attack from him. the poor boy nearly jumped out of his own skin from your sudden chime, causing him to whip his head around.

the mere sight of you in that shady corner could’ve easily spooked the life out of someone, which it did to killua. however, in that moment where he stared at you speechless, he was more surprised at himself rather than at you. as he figured that, in reality, he thoroughly enjoyed all the mental and physical distress you were causing him.

the way you made him feel was as if you were the one singular person who had all control over him. of course, he was scared out of his mind due to your insanity but, there was something so damn attractive and magnetic about it at the same time. it seemed as if, killua worshipped the idea of you taunting him, as long as it was you.

right as killua was about to respond to you, he was abruptly interrupted by a sly smirk being flashed to him as you raised out of the corner you stood in, pacing towards him swiftly.

the silverette felt a sharp blow to his head as his head hit the floor, a wave of pitch blackness and the feeling of soon hit killua as he took notice of the situation way too late. you had just knocked him out with your bare fist.

after some few hours passed, dusk had now announced itself.

you’re sat down on the floor, beside your bed as you patiently but ecstatically stare at killua whose unconscious, tucked in your bed. fortunately for you, your eyebrows raise in anticipation as you spot killua’s eyes beginning to flutter.

the albino slowly but gradually stirs awake as he groggily opens his eyes, blinking senselessly. killua soon comes back to his senses as he notices he’s in someone else’s bed. he sits up frantically, only to be freaked out once more by the wall opposite the bed, drowned out by pictures of him.

killua could feel his heartbeat starting to pace up once more as he flickered his eyes around the room, he eventually looks down beside the bed. your curious but amused eyes soon meet with his anxious and worrisome ones. despite the fact you were sitting down on the floor, killua felt as if he was the one who was helplessly at your mercy.

you speak up, breaking the silence as soon as killua’s eyes fell onto you.

“how was your sleep?”

“it was.. fine.”

a small smile curls onto your lips as you hear killua say he slept fine, disregarding the elephant in the room… the fact he broke in and you knocked him out.

the silverette’s head and heart were both racing rapidly, and so was his craving for you. sure, he was still slightly spooked but he had to admit, he loved the way your eyes glanced up at him from below the bed. made him feel as if you were all his, and he was all yours in return.

at the same time, his self-awareness rose up and he questioned himself internally on whether it was twisted for him to be into you and your unconventional character. unsurprisingly, killua just brushed it off as he simply doesn’t care. its you, so anything is fine.

you soon stand up from the floor, now looming over killua whose still sat in your bed, his eyes not faltering off of you even once. killua flinches lightly from you taking a sudden seat down onto the bed, right beside him.

despite the immense fear clouding killua’s mind, he realised that theres nothing left to lose anymore. the albino gradually raised his head up, to face you as you looked on at his face from beside him.

“did you really have to.. do that? it hurt like hell.”

you didn’t respond at once, you just blinked slowly at him in an indirect response for “yes, it was necessary”.

killua glared back at you with a helplessly annoyed and pitiful expression as he held in a pout.

“don’t act like as if you’re any better, killua. you know you have the same problems as well”

the albino involuntarily frowns as he’s suddenly jabbed by you with that snarky, yet truthful of a comment. killua tightened his fists above the blanket that laid upon his lap, as he felt his palms moistening with sweat. head turning down back to the bed, as he can’t deny the fact that he’s just as shameless and devious.

“what? cat got your tongue? too afraid to admit that you’re just as messed up?”

you roll your eyes, in a slightly bitchy manner as you scoff disbelievingly.

the silverette went on with staring down at the blanket, uneasily feeling as if he was being picked apart under your gaze and sharp words.

after what felt like some time passed, the eerie room was still in silence as killua continued to keep his eyes away from yours. you tilt your head to the side in an anticipating manner, as you narrow your eyes at the sight of your crush immersed by anxiety and shame.

you soon grimace dramatically at killua, as you sigh heavily right before releasing another provoking comment once again.

“seriously?.. you can’t be acting all scared after following me too!”

“it’s not the same thing!”

“yeah right! you’re just too pussy to admit you’re a creep…”

“you’re one to talk.”

“hey! don’t act like as if you don’t trail me home every day or stare at me from behind in class!”

“so what if i do all that? at least i don’t have walls and walls of pictures of you!”

at this point, throughout the two of you bickering and whining, you and killua are now extremely physically close in proximity as you feel yourself leaning into him. narrowing your eyes and furrowing your eyebrows as you challenge killua.

nothing could’ve prepared killua for what you did next. you abruptly lunged into killua as you grab onto both his wrists, pressing him down into your bed as you climb onto him.

a ferocious rush of excitement, embarrassment and satisfaction soon washed over killua all at once, as you pinned him down beneath yourself. his chest heaving up and down as killua felt his chest tightening up, unable to process you.

killua’s flickering eyes gaze onto yours as you connect the eye contact, looking back into his huge blue’s with a playfully teasing regard.

before you two could even get assurance from each other, you and killua’s lips both collided onto one another’s. finally, shutting down the mental, and physical gap you and killua shared for so long.

you can sense a pleasing warmth spread down towards the tips of your fingers, as you released killua’s wrists from your grasp, proceeding to sensually entangle your fingers into his fluffy hair while you kissed him hungrily.

you soon felt your back arch in a natural response to the sensation and delicious sound of killua moaning into the kiss you two were now both sharing so passionately.

the silverette is so lost in being entangled with your body, completely overwhelming his senses as he savoured the taste of your plump lips. you eventually experience both of killua’s hands being brought up to your waist, his fingers enveloping your sides as he held onto you, almost as if his life depended on it.

as the kiss between you and killua deepened, developing into a filthier and messier embrace as killua pulled you closer into him by your waist.

you can practically taste the neediness from killua’s lips and tongue alone, you can’t help but subtly sink your nails into his scalp as you continue to allow him to whimper into your mouth vulnerably.

the countless surges of pleasure flowing in you, lead you to whisper in between sloppy kisses. barely able to pull away from killua’s lips as he’ll just immediately push you back into the kiss.

“so so… obsessed with.. you-”

you feel a small gasp released into your mouth from killua as a chill ran down his spine from your gratifying acknowledgment.

the albino’s eyes shot open as he experienced you smiling against his lips mid-kiss. just the simple physical sensation of you curling your lips upwards, caused killua to tighten his hold on you. it now felt as if his fingers were now basically embedded into your skin.

one of killua’s hands snaked up from your side, all the way up into your hair. a whimper escaping out of you as he teasingly tugged on your hair from behind.

the silverette soon panted in between the suffocatingly addictive make out session, his voice coming out ragged and breathless as his eyelids struggled to remain agape.

“you must’ve.. had f-fun watching… me.”

a confident and confirming hum was soon heard by killua as you responded back with your sweet trill vibrating into his mouth.

you giggled softly as you went on with killua devouring you.

“you have no clue just.. how m..much i know about you.”

killua’s head felt like it was spinning as he moaned desperately into your mouth, wanting and needing more of you. you could basically demand anything right now and killua would at once, submit and obey you. he’d been silently obsessed with you for such awhile that whatever he was experiencing with you currently, felt like a fever dream.

the albino attempted to sound confident and sure as he pulled away slightly from the kiss, only for his words to come out meek and ridiculously needy.

“p-prove it…”

you nod your head slowly in agreement to his demand, beginning to list out facts you’re aware of about killua through your meticulous stalking of him. however, you had to do that while unable to fully pull yourself apart from killua, as he simply did not allow that.

“mm.. july 7th, your birthday. you have.. 4 siblings… which i know everything about. you love chocolate… a-and stalk me a hell lot..”

as soon as you finished revealing your knowledges, killua almost immediately pushed you entirely into him by your hair and waist as he kept on moaning uncontrollably. the silverette was barely able to respond properly to you in between the aggressive kisses you two shared.

“f-fuck… keep going.. i need you.”

you oblige as you become amused after realising that killua is turned on by the fact that you’re so unconventionally obsessed and into him.

“mhm… you’re a cat person.. you hate your mother. y-you’ve been close with gon.. since elementary, and your favourite bands are… deftones and pierce the veil.”

killua groaned into your mouth weakly once you brought up his relationship with his mum, pulling away slightly but regretting it immediately as he soon dived back into kissing you again. you break off the kiss reluctantly as you huff and pant to catch your breath…

“it’s only fair if you return the same favour.”

the albino whimpered gently in response as he slammed his lips back onto yours, resembling a starving creature. killua tried his best to form his thoughts as he began to mutter breathlessly as he felt you breathing against his face.

“i know your birthday too… y-you always.. always get an 88% on tests. your f-favourite drink is… sprite.. mmm… you have a weird fear of microwaves..”

you bit killua’s lip teasingly as you moaned a satisfied hum, the silverette shuddering as he felt a sharp and painful sensation embracing his lips.

this went on back and forth endlessly throughout the night, whilst you two melted into one another together.

you and the silverette were both just as obsessed and wired wrongly this whole entire time despite the countless unspoken competitiveness energy you guys shared.

killua and you were equals in the very end, equally unconventional and fanatical.

[killuasfantasy]

Hey guys I was just wondering if you’d like a part 2!!

Killua had always been the one to keep his distance. Emotions were messy, clingy, inconvenient. So when he first hooked up with you, it was perfect. No strings. No promises. Just sharp grins, late-night texts, and whispered nothings that neither of them meant.

You wore confidence like armor—especially when you walked out of his room wearing nothing but his hoodie and that damn purple lace bra. He hated how much he noticed it. Hated how much it stayed in his head long after you were gone.

“You’re thinking again,” You said one night, leaning against his doorframe, makeup smudged, hair twisted up like you hadn’t slept.

Killua didn’t look at you. “No, I’m not.”

“You’re always thinking. That’s your problem.”

“Yeah the look in your eye made me question.”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t know how to tell you that your laugh haunted him more than any nightmare. That he memorized the curve of your shoulder, the way your eyes dropped when you were pretending not to care.

They kept playing the game—hookups that felt like heartbreak, texts that meant more than they should, and arguments that ended in silence. Every time you left, you took something with you. And every time you came back, you brought a little more chaos.

“You ever think we’re just bad for each other?” you asked once, lying on his chest after a fight that ended in sex.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “But I don’t care.”

You turned her face away. You didn’t want to admit that you didn’t care either. That you’d rather have pieces of him than nothing at all.

“Would you hear me more if I whispered in your ear?

“Made all my inner thoughts sound like, "Ah, ah"”

But eventually, even broken things fall apart.

The last time he saw you, you left your purple lace bra on his floor like a memory he couldn’t throw away. No note. No goodbye. Just silence and the ghost of everything they never said.

Now, every time he sees purple, he remembers the way you laughed through your tears, how you looked over her shoulder like you were daring him to stop you—and how he never did.

Because you weren’t lovers. You weren’t friends.

You were just almosts.

And almosts always hurt the most.

It always started the same way.

A late-night message.

Killua(DNI)

“U up?”

No names. No sweet talk. Just three words and the expectation of an answer.

You always answered.

You told yourself it didn’t mean anything. It was just sex. Just Killua.

“I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my head”

“You only listen when I'm undressed”

But he felt like a secret you kept even from yourself.

He never kissed you like he meant it—but he held you like he didn’t want you to leave.

You wore that purple lace bra the first time you stayed over. He never said anything about it, but his eyes lingered a second too long. After that, you wore it often. A power play. A reminder.

“Did my purple lace bra catch your attention?”

“You still seeing that girl?” you asked once, lying next to him, your voice too casual.

Killua didn’t flinch. “You said we weren’t asking questions.”

You laughed. Bitter. “Right.”

He hated when you did that—turned silence into venom.

But you hated how he made you feel disposable. Like you were just convenient. A habit he couldn’t kick, not someone he actually wanted.

He only touched you in the dark.

He never stayed the night.

He’d text you at 2 a.m., but ignore you in public like you were a ghost only he could see.

“I'm losing my mind 'cause giving you head's”

The only time you think I've got depth”

And you let him.

Because there was something electric about Killua. The way his voice dropped when he was tired. The way his hand found yours in those quiet moments between pretending nothing mattered.

But it always ended the same way, too.

You, lying awake in his bed, watching him pull his shirt back on without looking at you.

Him, slipping out with a soft “see you” that didn’t mean anything.

One night, you left without a word.

You didn’t take your bra. The purple lace one.

You wanted him to see it.

You wanted him to feel something—regret, maybe. Anger.

Anything but that cold, hollow indifference he always wore like armor.

He didn’t text.

You didn’t go back.

Would you hear me more if I whispered in your ear?

Made all my inner thoughts sound like, "Ah, ah"

Would you hear me more if I touch you right here?

Made everything I want sound like

But you still thought about him when the city lights blurred and the world felt too quiet.

About how he never asked her how she was. Never told her what she meant.

About how maybe he did care, just not enough.

And Killua?

He saw the bra a week later, still sitting there. Like it was mocking him.

He picked it up, held it like it might burn him.

And maybe, in some way, it did.

I could take it off for you

And tell you what I'm going through, ooh

'Cause my body positioning

Determines if you're listenin' (if you're listenin'), oh

Because even now, he can’t touch anyone without thinking of your skin.

Your laugh.

The way you never cried in front of him—but always looked like you might.

Because you guys weren’t in love.

But you weren’t nothing either.

And sometimes, the in-between is the most dangerous place to be.

———————————————————————

FIRST WRITTING WHAT DO WE THINK?! FEEDBACK IS WELCOME 💕💕💕

[killuasfantasy]

The last one got it😭😭😭

pervert killua who lets his touch linger whenever he’s near you. he loves whenever he has the opportunity to touch you—like when the two of you are training and you ask him to help with an exercise. he takes his time guiding you into the correct stance. he stands behind you and bends you over slightly because “that’s how you engage your core,” or “that’s the right way.” his hands on your hips practically leading your ass to press against his bulge that you are unaware that he has. too entranced in the moment to realize you’re asking about the next step.

pervert killua who can’t help but look at your cleavage whenever the moment occurs. since he’s taller he can always look down your shirt and catch a glimpse of exactly what he was hoping for. he adores whenever you wear fitted or low cut clothes because it’s that much easier to peak.

pervert killua who can no longer jack off to porn because of you. he’s tried looking for an actress to fulfill his fantasy of seeing you naked but they all turn him off because he knows it’s not you. he ends up using a picture of your face instead.

pervert killua who sneaks into your room to palm himself in your bed. he enjoys his senses being flooded with your smell. his heart races knowing you can be back any second. he buries his face into your pillow and uses your blanket as leverage.

pervert killua who sneakily takes two of your panties to use later. he uses one on his dick while smelling the other.

[killuasfantasy]

💋💋💋

Killua had always been the one to keep his distance. Emotions were messy, clingy, inconvenient. So when he first hooked up with you, it was perfect. No strings. No promises. Just sharp grins, late-night texts, and whispered nothings that neither of them meant.

You wore confidence like armor—especially when you walked out of his room wearing nothing but his hoodie and that damn purple lace bra. He hated how much he noticed it. Hated how much it stayed in his head long after you were gone.

“You’re thinking again,” You said one night, leaning against his doorframe, makeup smudged, hair twisted up like you hadn’t slept.

Killua didn’t look at you. “No, I’m not.”

“You’re always thinking. That’s your problem.”

“Yeah the look in your eye made me question.”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t know how to tell you that your laugh haunted him more than any nightmare. That he memorized the curve of your shoulder, the way your eyes dropped when you were pretending not to care.

They kept playing the game—hookups that felt like heartbreak, texts that meant more than they should, and arguments that ended in silence. Every time you left, you took something with you. And every time you came back, you brought a little more chaos.

“You ever think we’re just bad for each other?” you asked once, lying on his chest after a fight that ended in sex.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “But I don’t care.”

You turned her face away. You didn’t want to admit that you didn’t care either. That you’d rather have pieces of him than nothing at all.

“Would you hear me more if I whispered in your ear?

“Made all my inner thoughts sound like, "Ah, ah"”

But eventually, even broken things fall apart.

The last time he saw you, you left your purple lace bra on his floor like a memory he couldn’t throw away. No note. No goodbye. Just silence and the ghost of everything they never said.

Now, every time he sees purple, he remembers the way you laughed through your tears, how you looked over her shoulder like you were daring him to stop you—and how he never did.

Because you weren’t lovers. You weren’t friends.

You were just almosts.

And almosts always hurt the most.

It always started the same way.

A late-night message.

Killua(DNI)

“U up?”

No names. No sweet talk. Just three words and the expectation of an answer.

You always answered.

You told yourself it didn’t mean anything. It was just sex. Just Killua.

“I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my head”

“You only listen when I'm undressed”

But he felt like a secret you kept even from yourself.

He never kissed you like he meant it—but he held you like he didn’t want you to leave.

You wore that purple lace bra the first time you stayed over. He never said anything about it, but his eyes lingered a second too long. After that, you wore it often. A power play. A reminder.

“Did my purple lace bra catch your attention?”

“You still seeing that girl?” you asked once, lying next to him, your voice too casual.

Killua didn’t flinch. “You said we weren’t asking questions.”

You laughed. Bitter. “Right.”

He hated when you did that—turned silence into venom.

But you hated how he made you feel disposable. Like you were just convenient. A habit he couldn’t kick, not someone he actually wanted.

He only touched you in the dark.

He never stayed the night.

He’d text you at 2 a.m., but ignore you in public like you were a ghost only he could see.

“I'm losing my mind 'cause giving you head's”

The only time you think I've got depth”

And you let him.

Because there was something electric about Killua. The way his voice dropped when he was tired. The way his hand found yours in those quiet moments between pretending nothing mattered.

But it always ended the same way, too.

You, lying awake in his bed, watching him pull his shirt back on without looking at you.

Him, slipping out with a soft “see you” that didn’t mean anything.

One night, you left without a word.

You didn’t take your bra. The purple lace one.

You wanted him to see it.

You wanted him to feel something—regret, maybe. Anger.

Anything but that cold, hollow indifference he always wore like armor.

He didn’t text.

You didn’t go back.

Would you hear me more if I whispered in your ear?

Made all my inner thoughts sound like, "Ah, ah"

Would you hear me more if I touch you right here?

Made everything I want sound like

But you still thought about him when the city lights blurred and the world felt too quiet.

About how he never asked her how she was. Never told her what she meant.

About how maybe he did care, just not enough.

And Killua?

He saw the bra a week later, still sitting there. Like it was mocking him.

He picked it up, held it like it might burn him.

And maybe, in some way, it did.

I could take it off for you

And tell you what I'm going through, ooh

'Cause my body positioning

Determines if you're listenin' (if you're listenin'), oh

Because even now, he can’t touch anyone without thinking of your skin.

Your laugh.

The way you never cried in front of him—but always looked like you might.

Because you guys weren’t in love.

But you weren’t nothing either.

And sometimes, the in-between is the most dangerous place to be.

———————————————————————

FIRST WRITTING WHAT DO WE THINK?! FEEDBACK IS WELCOME 💕💕💕

[killuasfantasy]

Killua had always been the one to keep his distance. Emotions were messy, clingy, inconvenient. So when he first hooked up with you, it was perfect. No strings. No promises. Just sharp grins, late-night texts, and whispered nothings that neither of them meant.

You wore confidence like armor—especially when you walked out of his room wearing nothing but his hoodie and that damn purple lace bra. He hated how much he noticed it. Hated how much it stayed in his head long after you were gone.

“You’re thinking again,” You said one night, leaning against his doorframe, makeup smudged, hair twisted up like you hadn’t slept.

Killua didn’t look at you. “No, I’m not.”

“You’re always thinking. That’s your problem.”

“Yeah the look in your eye made me question.”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t know how to tell you that your laugh haunted him more than any nightmare. That he memorized the curve of your shoulder, the way your eyes dropped when you were pretending not to care.

They kept playing the game—hookups that felt like heartbreak, texts that meant more than they should, and arguments that ended in silence. Every time you left, you took something with you. And every time you came back, you brought a little more chaos.

“You ever think we’re just bad for each other?” you asked once, lying on his chest after a fight that ended in sex.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “But I don’t care.”

You turned her face away. You didn’t want to admit that you didn’t care either. That you’d rather have pieces of him than nothing at all.

“Would you hear me more if I whispered in your ear?

“Made all my inner thoughts sound like, "Ah, ah"”

But eventually, even broken things fall apart.

The last time he saw you, you left your purple lace bra on his floor like a memory he couldn’t throw away. No note. No goodbye. Just silence and the ghost of everything they never said.

Now, every time he sees purple, he remembers the way you laughed through your tears, how you looked over her shoulder like you were daring him to stop you—and how he never did.

Because you weren’t lovers. You weren’t friends.

You were just almosts.

And almosts always hurt the most.

It always started the same way.

A late-night message.

Killua(DNI)

“U up?”

No names. No sweet talk. Just three words and the expectation of an answer.

You always answered.

You told yourself it didn’t mean anything. It was just sex. Just Killua.

“I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my head”

“You only listen when I'm undressed”

But he felt like a secret you kept even from yourself.

He never kissed you like he meant it—but he held you like he didn’t want you to leave.

You wore that purple lace bra the first time you stayed over. He never said anything about it, but his eyes lingered a second too long. After that, you wore it often. A power play. A reminder.

“Did my purple lace bra catch your attention?”

“You still seeing that girl?” you asked once, lying next to him, your voice too casual.

Killua didn’t flinch. “You said we weren’t asking questions.”

You laughed. Bitter. “Right.”

He hated when you did that—turned silence into venom.

But you hated how he made you feel disposable. Like you were just convenient. A habit he couldn’t kick, not someone he actually wanted.

He only touched you in the dark.

He never stayed the night.

He’d text you at 2 a.m., but ignore you in public like you were a ghost only he could see.

“I'm losing my mind 'cause giving you head's”

The only time you think I've got depth”

And you let him.

Because there was something electric about Killua. The way his voice dropped when he was tired. The way his hand found yours in those quiet moments between pretending nothing mattered.

But it always ended the same way, too.

You, lying awake in his bed, watching him pull his shirt back on without looking at you.

Him, slipping out with a soft “see you” that didn’t mean anything.

One night, you left without a word.

You didn’t take your bra. The purple lace one.

You wanted him to see it.

You wanted him to feel something—regret, maybe. Anger.

Anything but that cold, hollow indifference he always wore like armor.

He didn’t text.

You didn’t go back.

Would you hear me more if I whispered in your ear?

Made all my inner thoughts sound like, "Ah, ah"

Would you hear me more if I touch you right here?

Made everything I want sound like

But you still thought about him when the city lights blurred and the world felt too quiet.

About how he never asked her how she was. Never told her what she meant.

About how maybe he did care, just not enough.

And Killua?

He saw the bra a week later, still sitting there. Like it was mocking him.

He picked it up, held it like it might burn him.

And maybe, in some way, it did.

I could take it off for you

And tell you what I'm going through, ooh

'Cause my body positioning

Determines if you're listenin' (if you're listenin'), oh

Because even now, he can’t touch anyone without thinking of your skin.

Your laugh.

The way you never cried in front of him—but always looked like you might.

Because you guys weren’t in love.

But you weren’t nothing either.

And sometimes, the in-between is the most dangerous place to be.

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FIRST WRITTING WHAT DO WE THINK?! FEEDBACK IS WELCOME 💕💕💕

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When I listened to this I felt the urge to to write a fic w Killua so expect one soon 👅👅

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Another hot take: Killua rides a motorcycle

(Pretend he has white hair)

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I’m convinced Killua plays soccer and no one could tell me otherwise.

But how cool would it be if he played ice hockey

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you ever cook on cai so good you start to hit this emote

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FUCCKKKKK

Body and pose studies, with adult Killua.

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OH YEAHHHH

LMAO I totally forgot killua has a gambling problem

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this but killua

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adorable

I've always LOVED THIS silly headcanon that I've had for years but never said it cause i FORGET BUT, we know Alluka is like the MOST important thing to Killua along side you. He's very protective over his young sister even though she's already a young woman.

over the years it's been a rocky road for Killua as she grew up, wanting more independence away from her sweet brother. She loves him oh so dearly... but she's 16 now, and has been secretly crushing on someone dearly close to her brother...

Gon has been so nice to Alluka, so kind and as the years passed, he has matured so much she couldn't help but find him attractive. They were the same age, knew each other well and was bestfriends with the most important person to her, he was perfect.

when you began to notice the tension between them two whenever they were around each other that killua didn't seem to catch, you chuckle out an innocent response.

"they're cute aren't they, kil?" Killua looks away from his phone, "who?" He asks.

you guide his chin in the direction of his sister and bestfriend gently,

"them." You let go of his chin.

you look over at Alluka and Gon with a smug expression, they are so nervous and giddy around each other it was adorable. You thought your silver-haired boyfriend would feel the same... but suddenly you felt a strange malicious aura next to you.

you look at Killua now with a concerned expression, "kil? Are you—"

"Gon's dead."

(･∀･|||) "huh?"

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okay so i saw ur other oneshot and thought it was SO CUTE, but what abt overly affectionate killua obsessing over reader?????

⋆ ✴︎˚. Spellbound .˚⟡ ⋆

���─ .✦ a/n: tysm anon !! this idea lives rent free in my mind 😋

killua still vividly remembers the memories of his first encounter with you, it was the final year of high school.

“uh. excuse me, i think… its stuck.” you slowly but eventually pointed out to the dumb-founded albino. the poorly maintained vending machine at your school cafe was acting up again, unsurprisingly.

“bitch ass machine.” killua muttered under his breath, right as he turned to the vending machine and proceeded to start banging on the glass pane of the vending machine, desperately trying to some how trigger his juice to fall down from the impact.

“fuck it. i didn’t want that drink that badly anyways.” killua shrugged off as he stopped beating up the vending machine, discreetly trying to be “non-chalant” in front of such an attractive girl as you. “if it makes you feel any better.. you can have my juice.” you offered as you hurriedly started unzipping your backpack to pull out the juice your friend gave you earlier. “what? no, im good.” killua frantically spat out as he felt his face heat up. “nah, i don’t want it. a friend gave it since she got an extra on accident.” you smiled as you handed the juice to the very obviously flustered boy. “fine then, thanks.” the shy silverette huffed out, accepting your kind gesture. “oh yeah! im new. whats your name?” you almost forgot to ask for the guy’s name, you found him pretty cute so this was a very convenient start for a first interaction.

“killua, killua zoldyck. you?” he motioned his head towards you, as he started opening up the can of juice. “hold up.. is your brother that weird prefect who stares at everyone weirdly? uhhh… illumi zoldyck! almost forgot that weirdo’s name!” you teased as you giggled joyfully. “fuck off, i just pretend that guy isn’t my brother usually.” the albino bashfully declared, clearly embarrassed. killua’s whole body felt as if it was engulfed in flames. come on, you were pretty and so open to conversations with him! most people avoided him a ton due to his elder brother. how could he not feel flustered beside you?

“anyways, the names y/n.” you said as you placed yourself onto a table behind you, crossing your legs. “i see.” killua muttered as he looked down at the floor, barely audible to anyone else except himself.

that was a few years ago, now you both are in college and have a shared apartment in the heart of yorknew city.

sunlight greets your bedroom, as the morning sun peers through the window onto the nearby bed.

you groggily awaken from a deep slumber, rubbing your eyes as your eyes adjusts to the natural light in the room. you attempt to get up from the bed, but someone stops you from doing so. killua’s arm firmly holds onto your waist, as he big spoons you from behind. “not waking me up first?” half asleep as he holds you down. “i’ll wake you up laterrr, continue sleeping kil.” you playfully push his arm off, freeing yourself. you get up from the bed and stretch slightly before proceeding to the bathroom. as you walk across the room, you pass by the propped up picture of you and killua on your nightstand, your dear albino placing a kiss on your cheek as you have your arms around him in the framed memory.

“aughh, gotta start the day..” you sleepily encourage yourself as you step into the shower, turning the shower on. stepping out the shower, you put on a fresh pair of clothes for the day. you start brushing your teeth, eyes closed in the process, trying to savour some more short moments of rest before heading out. that is until, you feel a pair of muscular arms snake around your waist. “kil?” you call out, eyes still closed. “mhm…” the silverette assures as he places his head onto your shoulder, holding you from behind. “hug me later! im getting ready right now.” you open your eyes grumpily, pushing his arms off your waist. “yeah yeah, i know!” the silverette confirms, but less than 3 minutes later… he’s hugging you from behind again as you’re applying your skincare.

“babe, let go now. i have to go pack my purse, and you have to wash up now too!” nagging your boyfriend while he reluctantly lets go of you, pouting in the heart-wrenching process.

“love you! see you later!” you yell into the apartment as you’re rushing out the door. you have plans to meet up with your friends for breakfast at a cafe near campus before classes start. you were a bigger social bug compared to your introverted boyfriend.

the sunset was vibrant and full of life, as you returned back to your shared apartment, after a long day. before you could even succeed in pulling out your keys from your purse, the apartment door flings open. “I MISSED YOUUUU!” killua gushed as he immediately pulled you into a warm and sudden embrace, door still left open. “oh! i missed you too babe.. but let me lock the door first please.” you interrupt sheepishly. “later.” killua brushes off your request as he continues to hug you, as well as peppering kisses all over your forehead and face. you eventually stop protesting and just accepted your sweet fate. killua’s home earlier than expected, guess gon’s too busy for plans.

killua can get real annoying once he becomes clingy, good thing is he normally does not cling to anyone. unfortunately, you are the exception. whatever it is you’re doing, as long as you’re near him, he’ll be begging for your attention and desperately holding onto you, pawing for your love. your sapphire-eyed boyfriend first acted non-chalant and unfazed when you guys first became acquainted, but that was just high school killua trying to impress you, to be fair. in truth, as soon as killua got to know you more, he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you! even back in high school, he would always intertwine his hand with yours while walking, sitting, standing, basically constantly. it was so severe, you would have to purposefully distract him with something that interested him, just so you could get school work done! its like as if you had killua under some kind of spell.

killua feels happy? kiss y/n. killua feels sad? hug y/n. killua feels angry? fuck y/n hard that night. killua feels scared? asks y/n to hold him. you are just simply everything to him. kil knows he might or might not be slightly too obsessed but you don’t actually mind, so he’s gonna keep being your number one fan!

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part 2 part 2

shay pls feed us killua girlies, we r starving for killua content :333

— Eternity

𖥔 ݁ 𓈒 content/warnings: fluff and very very light nsfw.

𖥔 ݁ 𓈒 a/n: And here you go, some food for my Killua girls! I don’t know why, but this message really motivated me, lmao, so thank you so much! ♡ I’m just as annoyed as you are that so little is coming out about Killua lately. I hope you’ll enjoy this little one-shot because I truly loved writing it. Also, sorry it’s quite short!

𖥔 ݁ 𓈒 song ; ★

⋟ I love this song because it makes me SO nostalgic, that's why I think it goes well with this one shot! ⋞

Killua is 24 here!!! This is a nsfw one shot w y/n & 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐏!𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐀!

It was a beautiful, freezing winter night. Your silky hair danced with the wind, framing your delicate face. You wore a long silk robe tied at the waist with a lovely red ribbon. Your legs were barely covered, dressed only in pajama shorts, and you had on cozy slippers.

You stood on the balcony of the room you and Killua shared, your eyes lost in the vastness of the starry sky before you. The constellations seemed to dance just for you, but your mind was far away, immersed in your thoughts. — “What are you thinking about?” Killua’s deep, soft voice broke the thread of your thoughts. You turned slightly to meet two ocean-blue eyes gazing at you. His body, still warm from the shower he had just taken, stood before you. Only a white towel hung low around his hips, revealing his V-line and finely sculpted abs, the result of years of intense training. His skin glistened slightly, damp with steam. He tousled his silver hair with a towel in hand, continuing to look at you, curious about your silence

— “Nothing.”

You quickly averted your gaze, choosing to mask your thoughts behind a veil of mystery. Your heart raced, caught between excitement and fear of what you were about to tell him. But before you could think any further, you felt two warm arms slide around your waist. A comforting heat enveloped you as he began placing slow, soft kisses on your neck. His warm breath was a delicious contrast to the icy winter air. Gradually, his hands moved upward to gently brush against your chest.

— “Killua, I have something to tell you,” you murmured

He slowly turned you to face him, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

— “Go on, I’m listening,” he said softly.

Your hands tenderly caressed his cheeks as you noticed the rosy tint beginning to spread across his skin. His deep eyes closed slightly, soothed by the affection you were giving him — “I love you,” you whispered. “I’ve loved you since I was 12. It’s been 11 years now that I’ve been by your side, and nothing makes me happier than waking up every day knowing that you’re here, with me… Killua, I want a future with you.” His cheeks, already pink, flushed an even deeper shade, like a ripe tomato. He locked his gaze with yours, his lips trembling slightly with emotion — “I can’t imagine a future where you’re not by my side,” he replied. “That’s why I asked you to be my fiancée. I’m so in love with you. No matter what my family thinks, it’s only a matter of time before I make you my precious wife, my love.”

Your heart raced at his words.

— “Killua. I’m pregnant.”

᱖ English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!!

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