this fanfic is NOT written by me. All credits go to TheRealGonZoldyck on ao3 or tumblr. unfortunately their account is down and so is this fic. I'm posting ot on wattpad to spread TheRealGonZoldyck amazing work. its posted word for word so pls don't be a little shit and say 'creds to owner' or 'you ddnt write dis' ohkay you hoe, I get it, I didn't so fuck off edit: okay hi. just to let u all know before u read this is that when i posted this i was not aware of the whole controversy with the original author, okay. so please leave me alone about that. let me explain myself. before the controversy, i had copied the entire fic to reread offline and when im travelling. then everyone figured out the controversy and the original fic was taken down. i had many friends who adored the fic, and asked me to repost it on wattpad so people can reread it too. this was before we knew about what therealgonzoldyck did. but now im getting loads of appreciation for reposting the fic. now that im aware of what therealgonzoldyck did, i can take it down in respect for the author therealgonzoldyck plagiarized from or i can keep it up for those who just like a good reread. im most likely gunna take it down so reread it till then. also: if u want details about the controversy on therealgonzoldyck, its all over tumblr. but heres a small thread about it http://blushinggray.tumblr.com/post/155823322383/throwawayblog12345-silvercistern Killua's grandfather used to say, "Into everyone's life a little rain must fall-rain, assholes, and assorted bullshit." Killua added that last part. But his grandfather was right. Everyone gets their share of tragedy or insanity or drama, but what they do with that horror is what makes all the difference.

It began with a mission assigned to Sanemi and Giyuu. Could the two of them fall for each other? "Tomioka, let's work separately." "But Oyakata-sama paired us up for a reason." "Like I fucking care." [MATURE]

♩✧♪●♩○♬☆♩✧♪●♩○♬☆☆♬○♩●♪✧☆♬○♩●♪✧♩　　 кirishima didn't have the best of luck, Every where he goes, bad luck follows right behind him to destroy his day, after his father's death, Kirishima's mother started to commit drugs, Kirishima'a heart was broken, no questions asked and questions answerd, he was tired from his low life. But.. one day He meets the person willing to Help him escape from the messy life of his. What will happen if Kirishima caught feeling for his Saviour? . . . !Warning! -Abuse⚠《10%》 -blood🔪《46%》 -Cussing 《78%》 -Angest💔《75%》 -gay 《100%》 ♥. ♥. ♥. ♥ __________________________________ • soooooo yeah, this is a kiritodo story, and it might be one of the worst ones you have ever read......anyway,I haven't been seeing alot of Kiritodo stories and I knew exactly what my first story is gonna be about so yeah • ➡-Hope you єηʝσу-⬅ . ♩✧♪●♩○♬☆♩✧♪●♩○♬☆♩✧♪●♩○♬☆☆♬○♩●♪✧♩　　 . . •●○Peace!○●•

{COMPLETED} + {REWRITTEN} One day Shoto finds himself a beautiful spot to eat lunch. But a blonde male who has already claimed this area isn't very happy about that. Both of them are stubborn and stay in the spot. But no one can sit in the same area everyday and not say anything to eachother? #2 in TDBK

All Too Well | A Gonkillu Fanfiction Wind in my hair, I was there I remember it all too well... ------ Hello! This is a fiction written by Wattpad's most professional adopter @Icaruko and WaraKao aka me. It is also inspired by a song named All Too Well, written by Taylor Swift. You don't know the song? Then go listen to it and cry, thinking about all the different possibilities what this book might turn into. Because it even tears my eyes. I wasn't able to put all the lyrics because, well, Wattpad was being a bitch. So I highly recommend for you to at least go read the lyrics a bit so you enjoy Taylor's inhumanly perfectness. I probably shouldn't waste more time, hope you like it!

Self-destruction suffocates Todoroki due to his depression. Each attempt to mitigate the pain only results in a seemingly endless cycle of torment. Can Todoroki break free from this vicious cycle, or will he lose himself in a futile attempt to escape? [Completed on 12/20/21.] 。。。| Note: - This fic is not intended to encourage or promote its darker/sensitive topics/themes. Disclaimer: - All credit for the BNHA/MHA characters used goes to Horikoshi Kohei.

Desire comes in various shapes and phases. A desire is born from need. And it could be harmless and dangerous. When a person's weak, his desires take over, take control. He or She leaves the right road and goes absent in the depth of the dark. A weak person falls under life's temptations. He obeys them and submits to them. And, he doesn't know when he loses himself in the process of satiating them. ••• Gon did his best to give Killua and their child everything they want, but that wasn't without a sacrifice... And the sacrifice was their happiness and safety. one career option changed their lives forever. ••• Warning: • dark romance • bxb • hunter x hunter • will be deleted later • smut • abuse I own the cover except the image and its source.

In a world where every being gains an ability to assist in finding their soulmate at the age of 14, Killua is gifted with the ability of Poetry. Meaning the only way him and his soulmate can communicate is by poetry. The only setback? Well, his soulmate was illiterate. My 2nd Story {ONGOING}

Gon was a famous street racer with many many simps. The flag girls are always cheering for him. They were hot, Gon couldnt lie. He has even slept with most of them, but they just dont give him that.. spark? Until it was anything but a girl. He was hot. The way his fish nets were tight around his thighs. Gosh, was he hot. Though he was.. different from his simps. He was better. YES!! AHHH!! I HATE THIS!! BUT IM TRYING MY BEST!! art not mine! credits to the owner! if you know, please tell me! thank youuu <33 remember to drink water! i love you all!!<333 this is inspired by Accelerate by i think honkdaddy. If im wrong pls tell me!! <33 Furixu on Instagram and Twitter! The art! <3 discontinued

Gon's shaking hands furiously threw themself at the door knob as his body followed them. After he scolded the door he bend beside the wall, hugging his legs. His breathing was so uneven and ragged, his eyes were watery. "Gon." Killua's soft voice was heard on the other side of the door. Gon was at the verge of tears as he hesitated, should I answer him? "Gon, you don't have to answer just knock three times if you're okay. And- and open the door if you're not." Gon took deep breaths. In and out, in and out, in and out... His hand slowly went to the door knob as the door slowly opened. Killua stepped in as he saw Gon, obviously avoiding his gaze. He bend on his knees, looking at Gon directly at his face. "What's wrong?" His voice was above a whisper, Gon was sure he wouldn't here him if they weren't the only ones in the whole basement. Gon looked up to Killua once again, meeting his sympathetic gaze. His blue eyes shining with worry. "I- I think I'm losing it Killua." Gon found himself melting, drowning in Killua's mesmerizing eyes, so beautiful. "Losing what?" "I think I'm drifting into madness." Killua smiled genuinely a hand taking its place on Gon's cheek, cupping it. "That's good." "That's good?" Gon whispered, it was a real question asked out of shock. "Yeah, cause we're all mad here." -•- In which Gon finds out that he has a family from his mother side after his aunt's death. He moves into his uncle's mansion who lives in the countryside. Even though he struggles at first his pain turns into something beautiful as he opens the doors to a magical dreamland, it's name Wonderland.