Kura's Redemption (Kurapika X Reader)

Kura's Redemption (Kurapika X Reader)

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"My... choice...? Mine...?" I whispered. "I don't have one. My will has never been my own." As the last people entered the elevator, Kurapika offered me his hand. I stared at it as if it was a frog with three heads. "You have one now. Let go of every instinct telling you to keep your head down, every nerve in your body stopping you from taking my hand. You're not his anymore-you don't owe him shit!" He said, eyes pleading with me. "Take my hand, Little Sakura. You can be free." . . . On the night of the Throbbing Tree, three people are destined by fate to meet, each wanting to be granted a wish. Y/N, a shapeshifting Boundborn from BLACKLEACH CORPORATION seeking freedom; Kurapika, a noble Hunter with a thirst for revenge; and Akio, a prince wishing to overthrow the system. Their paths become intertwined when the apple goes missing, and both Y/N and Akio follow Kurapika on a mission to retrieve it. BEST RANKINGS: #1 in 'healthyrelationship' #5 in 'newexperiences' #12 in 'newhope' ONGOING ✔️
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