#ging freccs

[animeposts9]

Gon Freecss & Killua Zoldyck

[hypercaffeinatedquery]

It's done!! JJK x HxH - Lost in Paradise!!

[lovehunterxhakusho]

By. @tnkd02

[blueblurrymesssmelllikeberries]

Algunos sketch de San Valentín que llegaron tarde🫶🦔

Hisoka: Any game becomes more fun if you are there ♥️

Illumi: [insert top text] Transfer me money. ✌️

Killua: Where are my chocorobots?

Gon: I will win the biggest plush bear for you, then we will go to the beach to watch the sunset together 🩷

Shoot: I'm not one to celebrate this, but you deserve something special... ❤️

Knuckle: Don't worry, this will be one of many special days. Leave it to me!

Ging: You are a difficult person, not to mention your personality... But I like adventure and BEASTS that are difficult to tame. 🖤

Pariston: OH NO DEAR! don't get the wrong idea... What I LOVE about you is seeing your IRRITATED little face. 🖤

[gas1le]

Does it just seem to me that there's something more than just friendship between Gon and Leorio, a kind of blood tie, possibly making them half-brothers? This thought didn't arise randomly, because their physical resemblance is sometimes simply striking.

In his youth, a closer look at the memories of young Leorio reveals a reflection of Gon. In his facial features, in the expression of his eyes, one can trace an elusive, yet palpable kinship.

However, the similarities aren't just skin deep. Both characters possess superhuman strength that transcends the ordinary. Gon, with his instinctive intuition and incredible physical endurance, and Leorio, capable of bursts of strength seemingly disproportionate to his build and lifestyle, share this trait. This commonality, this latent potential, suggests a shared origin, a kind of genetic predisposition

And finally, the most important thing is their inner radiance, their ability to emanate light and warmth. Gon, with his naiveté and pure soul, is like a little ray of sunshine, illuminating everything around him. Leorio, despite his cynicism and practicality, possesses a good heart deep down and is always ready to help. Both of them are embodiments of hope and optimism, beacons in the darkness.

By the way, it's noticeable that Ging and Leorio, when someone disrespects them or makes them angry, tend to start fighting.

Damn, if that ever comes true, Ging, you're gonna be in big trouble.

[remixablix]

I’m sorry, Gon. It appears that your father has 80 of those HDs but chose to go ‘sploring instead of taking adderall

[eternalera]

bro the instant ging bashing the happened when gon and him met being CANON was not something id ever expect- he even beat up everyone for telling him he was a bad father lmao

[dyingroses]

Hunter x Hunter + text posts and stuff

[bubbblesss000]

~Forget me not~

SERIES MASTERLIST // BLOG MASTERLIST

She's a ghost of a love long lost-his wife, his home, and now a stranger. Between distant horizons and dangerous hunts, Ging Freecs returns to her side, again and again, chasing a memory that may never come back.

an Ging Freecs x reader fanfiction

~Prologue~

The aroma of jasmine tea barely masked the sterile scent clinging to the air of the apartment. Y/N stared out the window, the cityscape of Swardani blurring through the condensation. Rain lashed against the glass, mirroring the tempest brewing within her. A city teeming with life, yet she felt utterly isolated, a ghost in her own home.

It had been ten years since the accident. Ten years since the world had tilted on its axis, leaving her trapped in a silent, padded room of her own mind. The doctors called it a traumatic brain injury. She called it theft – the theft of her memories, her quick wit, the vibrant energy that had once drawn people to her like moths to a flame. The Y/N she used to be was gone, replaced by someone...less. Someone who struggled to remember what she'd eaten for breakfast, let alone the intricate details of her past.

Only fragments remained. Flashes of a sun-drenched island, whispers of adventures in faraway lands.

A soft knock on the door broke through her reverie. Her heart skipped a beat, a familiar flutter rising in her chest. He was here.

"Come in," she managed, the word a rusty hinge creaking open in her throat.

Ging Freecs, her husband, filled the doorway, a whirlwind of untamed energy even in the confines of her small apartment. His spiky black hair was plastered to his forehead with rain, and his eyes, those sharp, knowing eyes, scanned the room with an intensity that always made her feel exposed.

"Y/N," he greeted, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep within her. He carried a worn leather bag slung over his shoulder, undoubtedly filled with artifacts and trinkets from his latest expedition.

"Ging," she replied, offering a weak smile.

He stepped inside, shedding rain like a startled dog. He moved with a restless energy, pacing the small living room like a caged tiger before finally settling on the worn armchair opposite her.

"How are you?" he asked, though it wasn't so much a question as an observation. He saw the fatigue etched on her face, the lingering confusion in her eyes.

Y/N shrugged, a gesture that conveyed more than words ever could. "The same. Some days are better than others."

He nodded, accepting her answer without pushing. That was one of the things she appreciated about Ging. He never pressured her to remember, never forced her down the rabbit hole of her fragmented memories. He just...was. A constant presence in her life, a steady anchor in the turbulent sea of her recovery.

Ging reached into his bag and pulled out a small, intricately carved wooden bird. "Found this in a remote village in the Dark Continent," he said, holding it out to her. "They believe it wards off bad spirits."

Y/N took the bird, turning it over in her hands. The wood was smooth and warm to the touch, and the carving was incredibly detailed. "It's beautiful," she murmured, genuinely touched.

"They also said it brings good luck," Ging added with a wry smile. "You could use some of that."

Y/N chuckled, a light, airy sound that surprised even herself. Maybe he was right.

They fell into a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the drumming of the rain against the window. Ging didn't try to fill the void with meaningless chatter. He understood her need for quiet, her aversion to loud noises and crowded places.

He visited her often, whenever his travels allowed. He never stayed long, usually just an hour or two, but his presence was a lifeline. He brought her souvenirs from his adventures, told her stories of faraway lands, and simply sat with her in silence, offering a quiet companionship that she desperately craved.

As the rain continued its relentless percussion, Y/N traced the contours of the wooden bird with her fingertips, feeling a flicker of warmth in her chest. The tiny object felt like a bridge to a world she could barely remember—a world full of laughter, adventures, and an unquenchable thirst for life. She could almost hear the echoes of distant waves crashing against the shore, feeling the sun's golden rays warming her skin.

"Tell me about your trip," she said suddenly, breaking the silence that wrapped around them like a thick fog. It was an unexpected request, but one that felt right. A way to tether herself to something real and vibrant outside her own mind.

Ging's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he leaned forward, his hands animatedly illustrating his words. "Oh, where do I even begin? The village was nestled between two towering mountains—like it was cradled by giants. The people there are incredible; they weave tales into their textiles as much as they weave threads." His voice was rich with passion, and for a moment, Y/N felt herself slipping into his stories—the vivid landscapes unfurling before her like pages from an ancient book.

He spoke of festivals where colors exploded in the air like fireworks, and children danced barefoot on grass dampened by summer rain. He described how he had joined in their celebrations, laughing until his sides hurt, and how they shared food that tasted like sunshine itself. Each word painted pictures that filled the empty spaces in Y/N's heart.

"Did you try their special dish?" she asked eagerly when he paused for breath.

"Of course! It's called 'Zalvani'—a spicy stew made with wild herbs and freshly caught fish. I swear it tasted like magic." His smile widened at the memory. "I thought of you while I was there."

Y/N's heart fluttered at his admission. "Why?"

"Because you would have loved it," he said simply. "You always had such an adventurous palate—remember how you dared me to try fried insects on our first trip together?"

She nodded slowly; a faint image surfaced—a bustling market under a bright sky filled with exotic smells and laughter ringing through the air. It slipped away just as quickly as it came, leaving behind only wisps of longing.

"I wish I could remember more," she confessed softly, vulnerability creeping into her tone.

Ging reached across the space between them, gently squeezing her hand—a grounding force amidst her swirling thoughts. "You will," he promised firmly yet tenderly. "Every day is another chance to build new memories."

The sincerity in his voice ignited something within her—a glimmer of hope mixed with determination. Maybe she didn't have to be defined by what she lost; perhaps there were still moments waiting to be created—new adventures waiting just beyond the horizon.

A sudden clap of thunder rumbled outside, startling them both from their reverie. Y/N laughed nervously at how easily fear can creep in during storms but found solace in Ging's steady gaze.

"Let's not waste this rainy day," he suggested playfully, as if reading her thoughts aloud. "How about we make some Zalvani ourselves?"

"Here?" she questioned incredulously but intrigued by the idea.

"Why not?" He grinned mischievously, already rising from his chair as if possessed by inspiration. "We'll improvise! You might not remember every detail about it later on—but you'll always recall this moment."

Her heart swelled at his unwavering belief in them both—their ability to carve out joy even amidst uncertainty. Together they ventured into the cramped kitchen filled with mismatched utensils and half-empty spice jars—a canvas awaiting their creation.

And as they began chopping vegetables and stirring pots beneath flickering lights—each laugh echoing against raindrops pounding on glass—they forged new memories anew; small victories reminding them that life could still bloom amid shadows cast by past sorrows.

In those moments filled with simple joys—the aroma of spices mingling with laughter—Y/N realized that perhaps healing wasn't just about remembering who she used to be but embracing who she was becoming alongside him: imperfect yet beautifully alive amidst all odds.

[kursed-arcana]

[washibileros]

[thelastcherry]

Ging is a Chad.

[yionji]

Basically

[catboycurarpikt]

[someangelcry]

Source zerochan.net #1677532

Entry by Ashelia

[theminikite]

If Kite actually lived into chairman arc:

Pariston: "I should be the one to be electe-"

Kite, kicking down the door: "Abso-fucking-lutely not you rat bastard."

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Illumi on roof top with Hisoka: "Clearly we need to stop Killua from-"

Kite, shoving both of them off: "You will not."

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Kite with Killua and Gon tucked under each arm: "I'm taking my children and we're going to live peacefully."

Ging, wiping away tears: "Inspirational."