Category: Fanfic

The Closet, or, “Denial isn’t just a River in Egypt!” “I am so not gay,” Leorio muttered. It was dark, and he could barely see anything – his clothes were out there somewhere – he wasn’t really sure where, since things got hazy after a certain point. At the moment, he was naked and blissfully…

The Harem, or, “When in Rome…” Killua was wearing harem pants. Well, not exactly. Gon stared at the pants for the thirteenth or fourteenth time that day – he’d lost count, not that it was important – trying to figure out just what it was about them. They were a smooth-looking material, and very loose,…

The Thrill of the Forbidden, or, “No, You Must Not!…Here, Let Me Help You.” “This… this is a shared office…” Leorio protested weakly. He should be putting up some sort of protest – the last thing he needed was to get caught with his pants down, literally… Oh, hell, he really should’ve made a protest…

The Sexuality of Terror, or, “Help, I’m Out of Control, Thank God!” Killua wasn’t entirely sure how “collapse against each other in relief” had become “make out frantically against a wall”, but under the circumstances, he didn’t feel up to complaining. The battle had been short, intense, and one-sided; he and Gon were lucky to…

The Audience “You know, these walls are very thin,” Senritsu explained. There was a small, indulgent smile on her face – gentle, but also quite meaningful. “And my hearing is – “ “You don’t have to say more,” Kurapika interrupted, mortified beyond belief but determined not to show it. He shut his eyes, trying to…

Anonymity, or, “Taken by the Faceless Stranger” It wasn’t just that he couldn’t see – Gon could hardly hear, with the rushing in the background and the roaring in his ears from being at the center of that fanfare celebration. And normally, even with the blindfold – his penalty for the day, due to the…

Nine times out of ten, before he went to bed, Gon had one of two things on his mind. The first possibility was ‘nothing much’ – a scattering of the day before, a couple of expectations for the day ahead, and he usually fell asleep fairly quickly. The second was ‘training’, which generally only happened…

“I don’t think this is giving us much cover,” Gon observed mournfully, reaching up to tentatively grip the edge of the giant leaf that was serving as their makeshift umbrella. “I’m still getting wet – the wind blows it in from the sides.” As if on cue, a gust of wind swept a piece of…

Mornings (drabble) Gon is always up at the crack of dawn, no matter how late he stayed awake the night before. Sometimes he will roll over and go back to sleep, but he always wakes up when the first hint of light rises over the horizon. It doesn’t matter if he is indoors with no…

“For someone who normally has a lot to say, you’re pretty quiet.” Killua rolled his eyes up and to the side without bothering to move from the lazy slouch he was molded into on Leorio’s couch. The older man was giving him a wry, slightly irritated stare from where he stood in the doorway –…