moondrafts

Latest Posts by moondrafts

you ever read a fic so good you just gotta sit there and contemplate your entire existence and everything you’ve ever read before?

just interacted with a man that always assumes i don’t know things and try to explain them to me so naturally i’ll burn his house down

i’m just a girl who wants korean food that is both a little spicy and sweet

reblog to send your mutuals a hug. maybe just the thought is enough to cheer them up 🥺

Living with children

── Gon and killua as roommates .ᐟ.ᐟ

note: just finished crying for an hour because I have to do a stupid essay and I am so stressed It wasn’t only until I actually stepped outside(yes, I do go outside.) for the first time in days did I realize I think I can do this but oh well that’s my problem lol once again, ladies and gentlemen, have a great day <33

⤷ it was simple graduate, university and get out, but no, you just had to get accepted into one of the most prestigious universities, the world had to offer, and you weren’t a fan of moving halfway across the world for education, but safe to say you just had to

⤷ It wasn’t like you didn’t like the male species. You just didn’t like certain type of guys and that itself just wasn’t in the cards for you when you somewhat got to your dorm and had to see a shirtless white hair, dude(I mind you with abs—)

⤷ you’re soul left your body when you figured out that you weren’t Bunked with females no you were with guys they weren’t that bad. It’s just one acted like an absolute sweetheart while the other acted like a absolute ass it was no wonder when you discovered they were best friends

-And over these last few months you had to develop rules and that was a nightmare

— the no shirt policy it was no secret that guys walked around with no shirts on, but this was your home to so you invented that every time you saw your roommates without their shirt on, you would just ambiguously throw their shirts at their faces and one was not pleased while the other was just nice about it

“Hey Gon—ow!”

“put a shirt on nobody wants to wants to see your abs at 3 AM and particularly not me so please put the shirt on”

“why don’t we all just calm do—ouch!!”

“ don’t think you’re safe either”

…

“you have a date? That’s surprising.” Kil commented in his signature, the detesting tone, although there was no real surprise in his tone, but only irritation you couldn’t help but wonder why because he was doing perfectly fine two minutes ago because he was playing on his switch

“do you really think I can’t get no bitches?” you snapped back turning your head towards him, as if it was an instinct of all people in the world you couldn’t help but wonder who hurt this guy cause why was he insulting you at this time of hour

“Can we not? It’s 10 at night People are sleeping…” gon asked nobody in particular he was exasperated. No, he was exhausted from hearing your voices but he couldn’t do anything. He was your roommate and to be Frank. He just didn’t want another World War III.

“short answer, yeah” Kil smirked nodding his head in the way that he only showed you and only pissed you off more. He was mean he really was and the only reason that kept you from punching him was the no violence policy strangely gon invented

‘Does this dude really wanna see Jesus earlier?’ You mentally asked yourself because now you was subconsciously clenching the plastic water bottle in your hand in the way that made it break in half and subconsciously triggered probably another World War III

“Okay..Kil please state why you don’t want (name) to go on this date because clearly you are showing too much aggression..” Gon announced trying to mediate the situation, but he only made it worse like everyone appreciates your efforts, but it only makes the situation rest. Good job though good job.

“it’s simple really.. she can’t hold a normal conversation without plainly lashing out the guy at this point she’s going to scared to do the way with how scary and hideous she looks, and don’t forget the tantrum issues..” kil stated bluntly as he can feel your gaze, and it was not pleasant as he just stated facts, not truths but facts but no, it was just insults because every time he opened his mouth he just had to insult either you or any other person besides Gon

You didn’t act on violence because that would be childish, but instead wordlessly, you just walked to your room and shut the door

He made you feel small but now he just insulted you you would’ve thought he was actually being mean if he wasn’t trying to prove a point but no, you can’t understand men because they are just plain complicated or downright stupid in the way they communicate

“you just fucked up.. dude she isn’t gonna cook us dinner..” Gon complained now that’s what he was worried about dinner. It was hilarious. They just upset their roommate and he was worried about fuckin dinner. Classic avoidant.

“i’ll take care of that. We can just order takeout and sure I upset the hag. It’s fine. She’s a psycho. Her mood will switch and tomorrow she won’t be mad at us.” Kil mumbled as he knew this time, he was going to have to leave to takeout at your door because was he going to let you starve? no but he did blatantly insult your life so might as well get you your favourite right?

because after all he succeeded in proving his point, not that you suck that social interaction but he made you miss that date, didn’t he?

it was his way of saying that that guy wasn’t good for you because of course did he stalk the guys page?yes, was he going to ever tell you that? no

And besides

He and gon collectively agreed that they both dead ass wouldn’t let you go on any dates

Because why would they let go of what was already theirs?

And it wasn’t until you had somewhat come out of that room to get a glass of water. a small takeout bag and a small bouquet of flowers sitting on the ground in front of your door 

With a note that said “sorry for being absolute a dick the flowers were gon’s ideas not mine”

You smiled

But why the hell would they get your flowers?

You were so dense it’s not as if your roommates had feelings for you or something.

©𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 2025

Love.

It wasn’t something you were immune to. It was just something you lacked.

The emotion to feel free the emotion to love, but why could you and how could you?

You grew up in the household when where nobody showed you affection, no smiles no hugs just simple greeting, and calling cards that said nothing but good job written in standardized pen

So if you could ask yourself one question

How do you love?

It was simple having to observe everybody, watching everyone, laugh and questioning yourself what was wrong with you?

It was simple. you were too cowardly to open yourself up to actual human beings, afraid of what they might think afraid of what they might say a wallflower they described you as a wallflower.

That’s stupid flower it always haunted you afraid that social interaction might be your enemy. Now every time you saw flower you thought of that girl and you were still that girl that girl that was trapped after countless nights of scrolling the web of why you were so isolated so you

But of course, Google didn’t have the answers you were seeking no one had the answers you were seeking really you just wanted to learn how to love it was an emotion something you never felt

It felt like a hole you couldn’t fill if anything you felt empty a rotten corpse, just a shell of your former being a shell of your childhood that innocent little girl that didn’t know a thing about love

When you met him, you felt like your world exploded full of colour full of new emotions emotions you were scared of because you didn’t want to admit that that little girl was growing up your world was never the same after him

The way his blue eyes never left your form he made you feel a certain way. He made you feel as if you were a whole again as if he filled your heart. That’s feeling that you weren’t alone you hated being alone. It was just another way for you to wallow in your self pity you needed somebody to ground

But lucky for you he never understood why you were so caught up in those sketchbooks..

The hours you spent sketching out his face on a white blank canvas waiting, and waiting

No one ever understood why you were so cooped up in your room.

No one ever did because they just chose to not understand you

Your life felt meaningless. It felt like an empty seed something you will never fill and using people to fill the gap wasn’t healthy and of course, you knew that you were always so self-aware, but never doing anything of it perhaps you were just scared perhaps that little girl just didn’t have the courage to put herself out there

That helpless little girl was just there haunting you a reminder of all those times you felt empty because you simply couldn’t achieve one thing and you didn’t understand how you could achieve it either

Happiness.

It was a state of being happy, but what was being happy? Happiness was many things to different people money love etc. but what was happiness to you? You didn’t know you haven’t felt the joys of being happy or loved growing up. All you knew was to just sit there and observe.

Probably that’s why your therapist recommended you meds the way you would carry your sketchbook around and observe emotions, people, things objects you didn’t know what to think that feeling was starting to come back again that feeling of being empty

Probably that’s why you were an art major. You didn’t have to deal with people. You only knew how to draw for the first time you gazed upon those beautiful blue eyes you wondered just how much loneliness was in those blue eyes. They looked empty. That’s probably when you first cracked a smile no it wasn’t forced. You just probably saw yourself in those eyes.

He didn’t understand why you would stare at him for so long his eyes were nothing special so he thought like hell he wasn’t even special and yet you chose for him to be your muse every curve every trace of your pencil, it was like you were adorning something something that made you feel whole again

stolen glances, unspoken words and touches, and yet no words were exchanged between them

You didn’t understand yourself all you knew is that he was a masterpiece he needed to be admired. He needed to be adorned. He needed to be drawn. You called yourself a fool because yes, you were a fool for a mere Boy, who could never understand the amount of effort you would solely put into drawing his face

…

Silence he never liked silence

except when you were there

No words just unspoken glances words that can never escape his mouth. He liked it. He liked solitude, but only when it was with you,

And now you were gone..

He didn’t understand why you had to go so soon couldn’t you have stayed..?

Just for a little bit longer for him to convey his feelings, but he was a little bit too late

He found himself to be empty as you were just all those years ago. He didn’t go to the funeral. If anything, he honoured your death alone, putting your favourite flowers at the head of your grave

He would never get to see your smile again he pondered on those unspoken words you had somewhat gave him before you left

He would faintly recall the times you’ve spent telling him how you would love a future field with sundresses your dream house, your cat, and most importantly your children he didn’t understand why you were telling him this at that time but now he did

you want that future you wanted it with him

Every laugh, every smile, every word, even if it was just unspoken, it meant everything to him

He was baffled when your mother came up to him with a box claiming that she would want you to have everything that was stored inside. He really never understood you. That was the horror of it all. He never really understood the girl who admired him and that was enough to haunt him

Nothing could prepare him for what was inside numerous sketchbooks and journals photographs, Polaroids

journals that were never opened journals that were never started, but journals that had a purpose

Polaroids pictures of your siblings you labelled carefully he stared at the Polaroid. It wasn’t taken too long ago. It was still dusty. Perhaps it was sitting there waiting for somebody he would never be able to get to see that smile again, the smile that made him feel all these emotions

He stared at the pages. He simply stared. He wondered what you would write what you would say he was drunk on the memory of you, perhaps that’s why he was going through your stuff

“ what are you sketching?”

“ shut up it’s nothing.. sit there and look pretty for me will you?”

Sit there it was always her answer when he asked her what she was doing, but now he understood uncontrollable tears, so that’s what she was doing the sketchbooks were filled with

Him

All of him, it’s like she never wanted to forget him he flipped through one of them. It was either an unfinished sketch, or it was a full blown one that covered the whole page, but nonetheless, she never drew anything but him.

It was bittersweet the girl that would sit with him in silence is gone and all her memory rekindled in these pages of him and then he spotted a canvas at the very bottom of the box. It was untouched, but it was out of its packaging, the faint pencil shavings that he could still see, and then noticeable marks of an eraser

She never really did finish that painting did she?

note: I wrote this with only one thing in mind to make myself cry and what the fuck did I create? God only knows. (HAHAHA I DIDN’T DIE YET. Death would be very amusing though, but it is not my time and I am thankful.) please have a lovely day. I hope I didn’t stab y’all because my soul is slowly disintegrating— 

©𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 2025

✎ᝰ. Incoming mail .ᐟ.ᐟ

───DAILY LIFE RANTS ˎˊ˗

Soooo.. it’s been a bit well—uh I’ll be taking a little break from writing and things because apparently I have pneumonia and I went to the hospital a few days ago and discovered that was a thing but oh well I’ll still be on here. It’s just I won’t be writing stories for a bit so please keep requesting keep doing whatever you lovely people are doing, and I will be right here hanging onto my life as I already am because you can die from this apparently am I the only one that didn’t know that— probably cause I’m a bit dumb lol.

I hope you a lovely ladies and gentlemen have a wonderful day <33

©𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 2025

hey chat how bout a oneshot of kil being a jealous wreck over us bc like we’re popular af in schl so we always have lots of ppl surrounding us and he’s js like the quiet bf by our side and he’s constantly sulking over that, and we lowk find it so cute so we js hug him and reassure him that he’s all we want and need 🙏🙏

- from @pe4cht3a (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

✎ᝰ. Incoming mail .ᐟ.ᐟ

───RESPONSES & REQUESTS ˎˊ˗

Omggg my first request ever!! I genuinely cannot describe the amount of love I hold for that fic and I am so honoured that I am requested to do a potential aftermath of that fic!! And your wish is my command..! I genuinely love her stories and I think we all agree that there needs to be a part two but I didn’t imagine my ass writing it. It’s not directly a part two but it’s surely inspired, but of course I will get down to it because I am genuinely in love with this request and let’s hope my fixation on our dear kil will last longer than my last relationship lol I love making fun of myself

This one will be a bit slow to write unless God free’s me from the chains of my bed. I’ve been sick for like a week and then I got sick again.. damn!! my stupid immune system..

Anyways, I hope you lovely ladies and gentlemen have a wonderful day~!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

©𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 2025

٠࣪⭑—update .ᐟ .ᐟ

───DAILY LIFE RANTS ˎˊ˗

I’m genuinely questioning if I should see my therapist for my killua fixation T-T I have no idea if I should continue my targeted series and I know I posted it not too long ago, but I feel like the plots is going to have to change a little bit my sudden feminine urge to disappear is getting stronger by the minute I question my sanity, I don’t know what to do with my life or this blog so bear with me—

(please request ideas and I will try to write them as the sanity of my own brain cells fades away—)

©𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 2025

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Stalker

── ₊˚⊹♡ Killua Zoldyck x fem!reader .ᐟ.ᐟ

Disclaimer!!: very appropriate language(swearing)

KILLUA AGED UP,HIGH SCHOOL AU!

summary: In which a hopeless romantic keeps missing the fact that she probably has a stalker

────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────

note: I can’t believe y’all actually read this shit— so enjoy as I continue to insult myself through this fanfic i’m weirdly into this the fanfic, not the fact that I’m insulting myself in my own work lol let me know if y’all want more—happy reading!! <3

Being a hopeless romantic in this day and age was not for the weak especially when you’re dreaming of the perfect guy the version that you created in your mind that would never come true because all the guys were immature Fugly rats at your school and pretty much everywhere.

You dreamed of floral scented candles and freshly baked pastries as you dreamed of sitting on your front porch of your dream house and the perfect guy that would come home and give you kisses and unconditional love that you never had to ask or beg for.

But let’s be real those standards are unrealistic as shit.

And it didn’t help those various nights you stayed up on the Internet, scouring the Internet for a new fanfiction to read because seriously you’d rather fall in love with guys that didn’t exist because you were scared to actually interact with the male species like the only interaction you’ve had with the male species was with a random dude in kindergarten who asked to hold your hand it was sad really pathetic even it even made Bisky Sad for your love life.

“my love life is so boring…” you whined as you stepped out of calculus, smelling like fresh strawberries, and a strong desire to flop on your bed the first thing when you get home and the day has barely started You looked over to your one and only person who would keep up with your ass. She looked like she wanted to smash her head into a wall

“You’re only realizing that now?” Your close friend. Bisky raised an eyebrow at your current resolve. She always had to manhandle your delusional ass. And that itself was a one-way ticket to hell.

Silence came over you for a second as you realize your realization and you were just saying this now. When you both completely know that you were too scared to interact with the male species and that was why your love life was so boring and overall your entire life. “…I-I oh fuck off!” you looked at her with a hint of distain, you are so not in the mood for her sarcastic remarks it was only nine in the morning. She needs to chill or more like you need to take a chill pill. No, you need to take a reality check 

And as she continued, calling you out and insulting you for complaining, for not doing anything about how your love life is boring and shit you rolled your eyes because you both know that you aren’t going to do shit for your love life unless something actually happened, but let’s be real. What’s going to happen to this girl? Nothing absolutely nothing.

As you somehow manoeuvred your way through the school halls around the annoying crowd of idiotic people, and to your lockers, you came to a realization that you forgot your password again I mean, who could blame you had a memory of an actual goldfish, and this is why you suck ass at algebra and formula math

“just get out I’ll do it” Bisky grumbled as once again she had to save your annoying ass, you stepped out of the way. She somehow managed to remember your passcode and pry your locker open like seriously you could never “I love you no like I seriously love you” you beamed in the most platonic way possible you were not gay trust and as you went to get your English book for your next class

you saw something in your locker that made you want to scream “oh, what the hell? are you seeing this or am I just hallucinating?” You questioned as million thoughts were running through your head as you took out the bouquet of beautiful red roses, they looked fresh almost too fresh

“holy fuck that’s a big bouquet..!” Bisky exclaimed as she admired the pedals so carefully crafted and displayed upon the bouquet she could tell it was a very quality bouquet since roses were usually expensive these days

“… so I’m not delusional..?” you asked it was more like a question to yourself rather than her “no no you are delusional. You’re just not hallucinating this one time which is… surprising” Bisky confirmed as she tried to wrap her head around the fact that you might not be hallucinating

“this is a sweet gesture, but I don’t see any card or anything.. and look the ribbon is even my favourite colour..” your gaze softened as you realized that the ribbon that was wrapped around the stem of the roses was your favourite colour pink

Bisky sighed “you just like the little things.. whoever gave you these must be loaded. Flowers are expensive these days, especially roses..” she explained it was true flowers were expensive and they were sometimes unnecessary just because they would die in only a few days

“yeah we all know I’m too broke to afford shit especially with my job who barely pays me minimum wage..” you joked but seriously, you were kind of broke, but not too broke that you couldn’t afford necessities and shit

But at the end of the day you ended up keeping the roses, despite not knowing who they were from you thought it was sweet honestly, how the hell did they even get roses into your locker.

Oh well right now that wasn’t your concern. Your concern right now was getting on time to your part-time job that barely pays you shit but you just do it for the sake of the plot because you have nothing to do so much as well. Just take a job for fun and for a bit of money since you were broke ass bitch you ended up taking the roses with your Café that you worked at

and stuffing them in your locker. Careful not to get the pedals damaged your coworkers gave you a few questions but you ignored them because you were used to people questioning your life. You question your life every day.

As the hustle and bustle of the café got even louder and the hours got even longer, it reached to 5pm mark one more hour, and then I can finally flop on my bed you were literally dreaming of how you would flop on your bed when you got home after all, you didn’t wanna be here anyway you just did it for the sake of the plot

and as you were lost in your daydreams, you didn’t notice a fluffy head of silver, walked into the café nonchalantly sporting a navy hoodie grey oversize shorts, and a pair of navy converse on his feet with some headphones covering his ears as he walked towards the counter and waited in line gazing at the menu

And as you were stuck with the dreadful job of taking peoples orders and putting in a fake smile on your face, as you just wanted to go home and get some rest, having a calculus early in the morning, sure didn’t help your brain processing correctly as you were taking customers orders with the usual cheerful smile you held on your face and that honey tone you used on customers

“hello welcome what can I get you today?” you asked with a soft tone and a smile spread across your face. The boy with silver hair froze for a second before resuming his composure once again and answering, you could’ve swore you saw a small little tint of red due to his natural pale complexion. It wasn’t hard to spot it. “my usual iced latte with Matcha and a buttered croissant on the side” he replied with a somewhat smooth tone “you’re a usual how fitting” you giggled you really didn’t know why you giggled as you tried to make small talk with the guy. He was cute. You would admit you couldn’t help but wonder if you seen him before, but you didn’t ponder on the subject for too long. “is that all you’ll be getting today?” You asked confirming his order after all it was your job not just to make small talk with a cute guy where else you’d be fired for holding up the line just to talk to a cute guy. He nodded you grabbed a cup and a sharpie and looked up at him “ your name for your order?” you asked it was just a standardized way of calling at your order instead of using numbers because that would be so boring. “Killua” the boy answered. And quickly you wrote his name on the cup, making sure to spell it correctly because some people couldn’t spell in this industry, making sure to put a smiley face. It was just a habit, but you always put smiley faces. It was a cute and stupid gesture, but it always made people smile and that’s what you were here for and as you continued taking orders, the guy walked off to grab a seat near the counter to wait for his order 

“Name! You have a drink for you!” one of your coworkers called out as it was 5:30 and you were busy, making drinks and packing pastries into their respective bags, labelling them “huh?” you tilted your head in curiosity as your coworker told you to go to the pick up station where customers usually received their orders, and as you approached the station, you couldn’t help but find a medium plastic cup with pink, covering its walls and little bits of strawberries visibly seen though the drink and the weird part?

it was strangely your favourite drink.

And as you picked up the cup to examine it’s insides and the drink itself because you were a bit creeped out on why there was a certain drink for you and why the hell was it your favourite you never told anyone here what your favourite drink was it looked like a normal drink, seriously with much foam on the top and strawberry filling on the inside it smell and tasted like a normal Matcha latte with strawberry and then that’s what you saw it the letters written in cursive with sharpie and a heart at the very end of the sentence

You liked the flowers don’t you ♡~

Your eyes widen you were actually creeped out now who the actual fuck? You looked around anxiously your anxiety was starting to rise due to the fact that you didn’t like being watched. This was getting all too creepy for your liking, but you couldn’t just wasted a perfectly good drink plus it was your favourite so you had no choice but to drink it and get on with your a shiver went down your spine at the thought of someone watching you the thoughts never left your brain and continued to haunt you for the rest of the week

The silverette watched from across the street as he admired the girl though the glass windows of the café headphones in and an amused look painted his face as he fidgeted with the sharpie in his hand before walking away muttering

“Name you’ll be mine soon enough”

©𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 2025 ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Targeted

MODERN AU!

── ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Killua Zoldyck x fem!reader .ᐟ.ᐟ

Disclaimer!: Mentions of swearing, drugs, violence, explicit language. GON AND KILLUA ARE AGED UP!

⤷ Act I —chapter 1 of the targeted series

chapter summary: In which Killua is assigned to assassinate.. a broke college student..?

“so.. pretty boy am I the target of your affection or your assassination hm?

“shut the hell up idiot.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

note: this is my debut post :D I’m actually so excited to start this series!!

This actually took me like three days to write because I was procrastinating so bad lol

let’s see if I can finish this before my lack of interest finishes me~ happy reading!! <3

…

“she looks like a complete weakling..” The man mumbled as he ran his hand, though his white spiky hair and sighed “you know what my job is correct?” he asked impatiently seemingly already annoyed by how easy the target was.

“assassin, one of the finest out there I wouldn’t call you for no reason..” the old man chuckled it was surprised the guy was still alive. He was in his 70s and still alive and kicking. but to Killua his job was nothing more of a chore. He didn’t enjoy it so why the hell was this old man ordering him to kill a weakling..? she must be important somehow. Killua sighed and crossed his arms, flexing his muscles, through his compression shirt before raising an eyebrow at the old man “bounty?” he asked bluntly. He didn’t sugarcoat things clearly that was evident. “pardon?” the old man gestured for the young man to repeat himself perhaps he was just getting old and more deaf by the second “I said her bounty I assume she has one since you’re the one recommending me to assassinate the poor soul..” Killua explained as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and staring at the old man in the suit with his blue eyes that never faltered even once.

“I believe her bounty.. is about 2.5 billion..” the old man finished with his tone casual. Killua’s eyes widened a little bit he wasn’t surprised at the bounty after all his targets were usually people with huge bounties on their heads, but how can this weakling earn such a bounty as 2.5 billion..? it baffled him. “the hell did she even do?” The young man, inquired his gaze slightly curious he wondered how can such a weakling have such a high bounty, she didn’t look insane. She didn’t look crazy. She didn’t look like she came from a mental facility. She looked normal now that was unusual.

“did some crimes here and there, but I have my own reasons why I want her dead…” the old man replied with a sudden pale look he didn’t bother telling the young assassin. The reasons why he wanted her dead in the first place Killua chuckles idiotically “you piss me off old man you aren’t telling me what the reason is aren’t you?” he questioned irritatingly. He was desperately curious to why the hell such a weakling had such a high bounty on her head. “isn’t it obvious? Respect your elders” the old man glared at him This young man was such a fine assassin, but he was an actual headache. Killua rolled his eyes slightly for a 19-year-old He was acting like a kid. “do we have a deal Killua..?” the old man questioned though the young man looked uninterested and bored the old man sighed “I’ll offer you twice the bounty..” Killua’s expression, never faltered, though he tilted his head to the side “ 4.5 billion..? Eh? Make make it 8..” he requested as he yawned seemingly bored the old man could only shake his head in exasperation before nodding

“i’ll have the girl assassinated soon..”

He declared pushing himself off the wall before walking away steps, light and calculated, stuffing his hand in his pocket to grab a cigarette bud, as well as a lighter out of his sweats before lighting it the flame igniting, and smoke rushing out of the cigarette as he walked down the alley.

“tsk stupid old man.. asking me to kill a weakling..”

He muttered as he looked at the screen monitor. There was multiple screens, with a total of four screens. One monitor was open towards Instagram. He wasn’t active. He was barely active on social media. He wasn’t really a social person nor a people person, and of course he had to be stalking her.

He was going to kill her. How else was he supposed to assess his target? (Name) ivory.

He opened up Instagram, his mouse clicking on the profile, The screen lit up with her profile picture and various photos with a following of 5K. And his eyes landed on the various amount of photos she had taken of her smile he momentarily froze in his chair his eyes softened ever so slightly as a red tint spread across his cheeks..

if he wasn’t an assassin, and if he wasn’t out to kill her he would admit she was so pretty no… not the right word beautiful her smile was so warm She had a the most perfect silhouette and her beautiful crimson eyes in his eyes she was perfect no perfect for him—wait no he wasn’t supposed to admire his target. “Ah fuck me..” he mumbled as he held his red blushing face. His ears were red. he felt like his face was burning up with a fever. His heart was pounding uncontrollably what was happening to him? He never thought he could feel these feelings for anyone. Her smile was just so adorable..

Wait, why was he blushing over a weakling?

He shook off those thoughts as he tried to maintain composure again,thus failing to do so therefore he had to click off of Instagram because that’s how bad this weakling was affecting him… he hated it

…

“so why the hell are you guys getting another roommate again?” Killua asked in sudden curiosity as he continued to sip his coffee everybody that knows this kid’s family is filthy rich to even be on school grounds so safe to say— why the hell was he on a university campus? To visit his best friend, and two weirdos at least one of them is a weirdo.

“Well.. that’s because someone can’t afford to pay the dorm fees, isn’t that right?” The blonde glared that the male across from him in an expensive set of scrubs his tone more like passive aggressiveness than anything. “KURAPIKA!! I’m not that broke..! I’m just in very deep debt..! the guy with scrubs yelled an irk mark appearing on his forehead. He was about to get gray hairs from these aggravating little shits especially those two not the Revelette he was a sweetheart sometimes.. “will you two just act civil for once?” the Revelette Gon warned the two. He shook his head in exasperation. These two were no better than actual high school students he was surprised they both even made it to college at least Leorio with his attitude. “ just give it up Gon those two haven’t changed since high school and we all know that..” Killua snickered he was telling the truth he remembered the day when they first all met, it was his sophomore year. He really wasn’t aiming to make any sort of friends honestly it wasn’t until he met Gon and these two weirdos at least one of them in his perspective. “so.. have you guys met somebody who would be willing to keep up with your asses besides me?” Killua asked abruptly. Gon looked at him, almost offended, but he was used to it. He couldn’t help whatever came out of the albino mouth. “HEY!! who the hell are you calling an ass?” Leorio yelled angrily. While the others ignored him. “ yeah we did meet somebody… I’m surprised somebody was actually willing to take up that room. It really isn’t much for a university student you know?” Kurapika expressed his curiosity for the new roommate they were getting. “All that matters is that we found someone who could help pay for the dorm” Gon sighed in relief. They had spent over two weeks, trying to find somebody who could fill that spot and they were thankful they found one. “actually I invited her here with us today because she hasn’t met Kurapika or Leorio and I guess she’ll meet you since you’re here Killua.” Gon said awfully being awfully cheerful about this situation She? She’s female? I wonder how she’ll react living in the dorm with a few guys especially these ones. Killua thought

It wasn’t until he heard the café door swing open, and he got a glimpse of those crimson eyes before hearing heels, tapping onto the floorboards of the café.

Shit.. are you really serious right now?

“it’s nice to meet you all. I’ll be your new roommate for the next semester I’m (name) ivory..”

The female introduced herself and then their eyes met his cold icey, blue eyes crashing with her blood, red crimson eyes that’s when Killua knew, he was probably going to fuck this up so bad..

©𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 2025 ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅

˙🎞️ 🎥 ˖°🌿 ༘ ⋆｡୨ৎ 𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 .ᐟ.ᐟ

Hi! hello! welcome to my corner!! Please call me moon!! And my job here is to make everyone question life because hardly my life is boring Writing is what gives me a sense of sanity so please do stop by if you’re traumatized, which is half of this entire app so please do stop by I need children to take care of(not literally please. I am not legal age to take care of children.) have a lovely day. <33

(and from time to time, I will actually post random shit—)

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 // ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ closed .ᐟ.ᐟ

˗ˏˋ 🪴 ˎˊ˗ 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 .ᐟ.ᐟ

I like to daydream I do that a lot. I’m very blunt. And I have no filter.

Certified book nerd,Infp,Teen!,virgo,Theatre kid,painter, romance anime enthusiast!

Fellow Simp for guys that don’t exist T-T

⟡ ݁₊ . 🌷 ───I will only write requests/fanfiction of the following fandoms(for now)

⤷ ANIME

TBHK

HXH

JJK

⤷ GAMES

GENSHIN IMPACT

HONKAI STAR RAIL

⤷ TV SERIES/MOVIES

PERCY JACKSON

HARRY POTTER

━━𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 .ᐟ.ᐟ 🍃

1. I will only write fluff,angst,romance but no smut (for now)

2. I do not tolerate negative comments or any sort of negative BS on here so please if you have very interesting words to say you can go say them somewhere else.

3. I do not have a schedule for this entire thing because I’m such a great procrastinator and updates will probably be at a slow pace, so please bear with me—

4. Requesting

please feel free to request any as long as it’s under the fandoms that are listed in this post. I will try my best to get it done! And if you’re just bored and want to chat, just drop by I would love to have a chat with anyone willing! :D