#kurapica leorio

[sadistiva]

Another one hxh meme 😅

[snow-bees]

Leokuradio post do NOT LISTEN TO THEM IN PUBLIC

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[itscharlie4u]

[thecaffeinatedcryptid]

Step 1: find a cute med student

Step 2: make them your #1 simp

Step 3: get free top surgery from him as soon as he becomes a doctor

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Chrollo - my other pieces (old post, on IG)

[themoonitselff]

Love Letters | Kurapika x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: Slightly mentions of depression, just angst and fluff. THIS WAS MADE WITH TRANSLATOR, BE GENTLE. Any suggest is fine💖

Summary: You always send poems to Leorio, but they arrived to his best friend.

You lived on the other side of the world, you were a writer known for your novels who worked in a bookstore to support your few earnings in your works, you had several friends, among them, Leorio Paradiknight, you knew him for a long time, since you were teenagers, but you took different paths, he was a doctor who helped those who could not afford his treatments, and a hunter who survived the dark continent, while you went for the artistic faculties side and a more peaceful life, but what could never be erased since you met him were your feelings for him. You usually write to each other from time to time, he tells you about his adventures with his friends and the reckless things he usually does with his money, and you respond by telling him about your new ideas for new stories, you were so close but yet so far ....

This time, you found yourself determined to write him poems anonymously, with your writer name, because he thinks you put your real name on your books, but you didn't. You took a pen and started writing, every word was aligned with your heartbeat, every sentence seemed to be taken out of a fairy tale, and the way you expressed yourself was different from how you used to talk to him, you were cordial, polite, kind, and flattering, you finished the letter and when you read it, you were surprised with your own words.

"My dear, your beauty resembles the luster of a pearl.

Delicate, brilliant, unique.

Let me be the golden chain that complements you, because from me you will never fall, golden prince."

Short, but ethereal.

You put it in a beige envelope, and sealed it with red wax, next to a daisy, finally you added perfume as a detail, and wrote his address, your heart almost coming out of your throat. The days passed, and became weeks, and the weeks became 2 months, and he still didn't answer, but he kept writing you normally and he didn't answer your anonymous letter... Did he get it? Did he like it? Did he know it was you? Does he like you?

2 months before

He was in his room, a depressing room with four walls and little light, next to the mess that all his discomfort was causing, he was rotting in the agony of revenge, the thirst for power and seeing the face of those who took his family away from him in silence. Suddenly, a ding dong chimed at the front door, Kurapika felt a strange feeling in his stomach, since no one knew where hr was staying, not even his friends.

He got up from his dying bed and opened the door.

"Good afternoon, this letter has been sent to you a few weeks ago, from [Your continent]." mused the delivery man, he seemed rushed by his tone of voice.

"A letter? "Kurapika took it, it had a postcard and it smelled quite nice, you could say the scent made him wake up.

"That's right... Well, I have to go, I have more things to deliver!" and he ran off, leaving the young blond behind him at the door.

"Wait! ... Damn!" Kurapika exclaimed, he went inside his apartment and closed the door, looking carefully at the letter.

It had vintage details, and it was in perfect condition, it had no Nen on it, it was a harmless letter and not a trap from any of his enemies looking for him: The Chain User.

He sat on the couch in front of a short legged table, and opened this letter carefully, unfolded the sheet and read the text carefully, it was very short, but the words embodied provoked a different feeling in him.

Warmth in his chest, tickles in his ribs, butterflies in his stomach. He was enraptured. He saw the author's note and his eyebrows went up, his favorite author of novels was writing to him. To him!? It couldn't be, because they didn't know each other.

"I have to return this letter, this is a mistake" He muttered, he was about to leave his place when, again, that feeling in his chest attacked him, it's like when fire embraces you with its burning embers, but it didn't burn, not at all. His intrusive thoughts wouldn't let him give it back, even if his morals attacked him, an internal struggle with himself not to be nosy and steal something that isn't his, use the identity of the author's lover, maybe.

But how bad could it be?

His feelings and illusions ended up winning over his brain, and he went to a table to write in response to that beautiful poem that caught his attention.

It sparked an interest in them.

You didn't think he was going to answer you, but he did, week after week waiting at the letter carrier's office for his message, and viceverse, both were in love with each other, but without knowing each other yet, you thought he was Leorio, and Kurapika didn't know who you were. But what you both knew is that soon, that was going to change, you were planning a flight to Japan just to see him and reveal him your identity, who you were, you never thought that Leorio could be so serious, mysterious and charming, you could say that even the writing was different(MAYBE BC HE'S NOT LEORIO👹), but it doesn't matter, you fell harder for him, you were going to meet in Yorkshin specifically, on an iconic bridge of the place, you couldn't wait to meet his lips with yours, his eyes pierce your soul and connect both of your bodies.

The day came, you got your bags off the plane and went to your reservation at a luxurious hotel, at this point you were already loaded with money from your excellent sales, it was no problem where to stay, you dressed up as best you could and 10 minutes before you were already on site.

When you arrived, no one was there yet, you sighed with relief, you didn't want Leorio to notice yet, you ran the risk of losing the relationship you had with him for a long time, but a part of your heart said it didn't matter, we were all born to die.

Minutes passed and, he still didn't arrive, you stared at the lake below the bridge until the Sun set and you gave up, your crystal clear eyes ruined your facial routine and your feet were tired of waiting, telling yourself what a fool you are for believing that someone like him would set his eyes on you.

Then, a tall, blond, pale-skinned man stood next to you, you didn't notice him, it was as if he had appeared out of nowhere, you jumped in fright and then realizing you were crying, you wiped your tears and looked away.

"Excuse me, do you know where [xxx] is? "You asked him to leave at once, your foreign accent was noticeable for miles.

"It's six blocks from here." He answered dryly, without looking you in the face, his eyes were droopy, empty, they didn't shine despite the evening illumination, his aura was mysterious, dim, interesting.... But you already loved someone else.

"Thank you." You thanked before you left.

Before you turned around, the stranger turned to see you, your appearance looked similar to him, he searched in his memories who you looked like until he realized that you were that famous writer, he didn't hesitate to go behind you to take your arm and stop you.

"Excuse me." He said, you turned to look at him confused, tilting your head slightly waiting for him to explain himself. "I... I know you."

"I don't know who you are.." You said, still dumbfounded.

The stranger looked lost, as if he was searching for an excellent answer, he was silent for a while, you just rolled your eyes and disengaged from his grip, going on your way.

Then, you heard his voice again behind you.

"Wait!" You saw him again. His eyes unlike the first time you saw them, they were bright, flashing red pigments, you could feel a good feeling from him, from his very formal dress, his long straight hair, his style so.... Hungry for life.

"Yes?"

...

"I'm your prince... Your golden prince."

THIS WQS MESSY I KNOW I MEAN I DIDN'T EVEN MADE A MASTERLIST HAAHHAJA IDK HOW TO MAKE ONEZ ANYWAYS

[badlydrawn-hxh]

killua rolls up to the party in his crazy pink wig

HELP HAHA I HAD FUN MAKING THIS TOO SORRY ITS LATE

[raygirl14]

KURAPIKA⛓️🔗🩸

[sadistiva]

My husband btw 😚

[emosquirt]

🎃建设下。不想细化了 by yuranim_

reposted with permission

[ackurta]

That one scene where Kurapika confessed to Leorio he is more into girls.

(kidding, my caption is more angsty in IG but I'm too lazy to retype. 🤬)

2024 X 2021

Real: Kurapika is gonna die and want to spend the last of his days with Leorio.

[sparksandstars]

Trying to breakup with toxic¡! Kurapika:

(Lmao imagine 💀 I’d be too scared)

Walking down a dark red hallway. It echoed shades of black down its corridor. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. It hurt. Your head.

Walking to tell him, you wanted to end it. It was scary. You were already thinking of his scarlet eyes. For only showing themselves when he’s feeling strong emotions. You’ve seen them a lot.

Shaking with each step. Every time your feet stuck the Earth, all you could see in your minds eye- it was- it was blood. Bloody hands and chains.

He never loved you as a person. You were only an object and you knew it. Not as anything s*xual, not only a hole. No. Just a constant in his life. Something that was always there. Waiting and waiting. Something that wouldn’t leave.

He told you time and time again. He never ever thought of someone this way in his entire life. He never would. He never could. You weren’t sure if these words were the figurative chains keeping you in this relationship.

You felt like he hated you for the way you made him feel. For how you made him lose the fire in his heart that was fueled by rage. He hated that you made him lose focus but he still wanted you by his side no matter what. He said he loved you... “More than words could describe.”

It hurt more to think of your life without this relationship, because out of all the things you could never be 100% about, this was one of them, you were sure about. You would be happier. You would be.

He shut everyone else out. You were the only person he had. How could you do this to him? No, no. Those were his words again. He certainly was one for manipulation. Lying was beneath him, but twisting the truth, not so much.

Isn’t it true, everyone deserves love? Not romantic, but other forms of love, but he shut everyone away. All his friends, no family left to speak of. You really were all that was left. He really would have no one. Don’t you own it to him?

Maybe you did? But that no longer mattered, the idea of him running his fingers down your hair from your scalp to the ends. It made you want to scream. Comforting words in a relationship, quickly turned into possessive words maybe even threats, that made you stare off into space wanting any sort of escapism your “greedy and selfish” hands could reach.

You didn’t know nen besides what kurapika told you, you never even heard of it before. He told you about his chains, and their powers that “pertained” to you. He always asked you questions, and knew when you were lying. You suspected it was his nen, but couldn’t be sure. As you could not see it. What if at night you were covered in chains to make sure you couldn’t leave? What if he never had his chains unused around you? Always one chain keeping you in check. If only he wasn’t so ominous, you wouldn’t have to worry like this. What was scarier than just the worry, was the idea of, what if he didn’t use his chains around you? What if he was right? What if he truly did know you better than yourself?

Your growing fear was that he would use his judgment chain on you. You could feel kurapika’s uneasiness increase with each and every passing day. The red smoke that filled your lungs, that were said to be love, it was just poison. That’s how you felt in this relationship, unable to breathe, but being told that proves you're in love.

You had only meet Leorio once, Gon and Killua only were mentioned. Maybe you could break up through them. You weren’t allowed to get Leorio’s number, but maybe you could use kurapika’s phone then delete the messages after. Then maybe you could escape with your life.

The pounding in you head returned. A knot in your throat made itself known, you tried to get it out. You couldn’t. You couldn’t make a sound. The little you could get out, sounded far raspier then your normal voice. You tried and tried again. You couldn’t do it without hurting you throat even more.

Looks like you had to try tomorrow...

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I❤️this photo

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Kite and Pitou (old post, on IG)

[tamahoshio]

this piece was inspired by this fantastic fanfic i've spent the last week reading!! i'll link in replies!

i wanted to play with one-brush coloring bc i found this pretty textured one!!

I really, really love leopika so much aaa /('v')\<3