WOQOOQJWNDLSPQANDBUW IT FEELS LIKE A CRIME TO RELEASE FANFICS ON TUMBLR WITHOUT ANY SMUT BUT I GOTTA FANFIC DUMP ON U QUICKLY POOKIE😭😭😭
kurapika wasn’t a family man.
but he can’t help but smile softly at your tears of joy despite the empty feeling in his gut after all of the phantom troupe members are finally dead, and all of the pairs of the scarlet eyes are found and his clan will finally be able to rest in peace. the moment that he came back from his encounter with tserreidnich and chrollo unscathed, melody and oito both pushing the cart of scarlet eyes from tserreidnich’s room, the tears of concern and now happiness pooled in your eyes as you jumped into his arms, unable to stop the tears from flowing, rapidly soaking his shirt as he strokes your back.
kurapika wasn’t a family man.
but he can’t help the immediate look to make sure that you were okay the moment that the black whale returned to the human realm and the surviving passengers began to hurriedly leave the black whale, hoping to never attempt to go to the dark continent again. he knows that you don’t like crowds, and prioritizes you over even prince woble and queen oito until remembering that it was literally his job to protect and prioritize him.
kurapika wasn’t a family man.
but he can’t help the rosy tint climbing up his neck as he gets down on one knee in front of you, the almost unnoticeable tremble of his hands, the wonder of if he’s even good enough to be able to marry someone as sunshiney and bright as you. you were like the sun, and he was happy to revolve around you, with your pure smiles and childlike laughter, your ditzy nature and your warm demeanor, your motherlike attitude and your trustworthy aura.
kurapika wasn’t a family man.
but he can’t help the tears that threaten to leak out of his eyes as he watches you walk down the aisle with that snow white dress and lace veil covering your face and the bouquet of flowers you hold in your hands. gon, killua, and leorio in the rows of seats, leorio crying, gon grinning while handing leorio tissues, and killua looking as bored as usual. not even kurapika could control his scarlet eyes at the moment, crimson irises brimming with emotion as you finally arrive the altar, and after saying your vows, kiss him.
kurapika wasn’t a family man.
but he can’t help the peculiar sensations that wash over him when you show him the results of your pregnancy test after coming home from the doctors, showing the black and white ultrasound to him, his shaky hands taking the papers and photos from you, his eyes taking it all in all so quickly. scarlet eyes are a dominant gene; what if his future child meets the same fate as his clan once did and kurapika was too old to avenge his child? what if he wasn’t fit to be a father? and yet, the pool of warmth from his stomach still caused yet another puddle of tears to leak from his eyes as he hugged you— no, squeezed you in his arms tightly, gently caressing your abdomen.
kurapika wasn’t a family man.
but he can’t help the tears that rain out of his crimson eyes as he stares at the sight in front of him, the weak smile that you give him as a beautiful baby girl is held in your arms. she sleeps silently as he approaches, with a tuft of blonde hair the same shade as kurapika’s. heaven can’t get much better than this, can it? he picks up your hand from the bed, sandwiching it between both of his palms to warm it up as he kisses the back of your hand, whispering sweet nothings to you.
kurapika wasn’t a family man.
but he can’t help the grin that graces his features when he comes home from work, his daughter, who now also shares his gray to scarlet eyes, running up to hug him. you walk over to him, your 3 year old son in your arms, who despite having your hair, also has kurapika’s gray to scarlet eyes. he crouches down, kissing your daughter’s forehead as she giggles, and he stands up to give you a kiss, your son’s chubby yet small hands pulling on kurapika’s tie gently, kurapika letting out a small laugh as he also kisses your son’s forehead.
kurapika wasn’t a family man.
but he couldn’t help the intense and frankly unfriendly stare that he gives his daughter’s first boyfriend, ignoring all of the polite small talk that the teenage boy in front of him tries to make. this random guy who he has never met before…wanting to date his daughter? what if he only wanted his beautiful and kind daughter for her scarlet eyes? what if he was just playing with her heart? kurapika would hunt him down if he did. kurapika glared at you playfully at the giggles that you let out at his protectiveness, knowing how amusing you found him when he was excessively concerned about your kids.
kurapika wasn’t a family man.
but he couldn’t help the softening of his eyes at your tears when the doctors tell him that he didn’t have a long time to live. the aftereffects of emperor time from all those years ago. yes, after he recovered all of the scarlet eyes and after all of the phantom troupe members had died, he deactivated emperor time to stop himself from using it ever again, but the aftereffects will remain until death. he was only 46, for god’s sake, and his hair was barely starting to gray. why did he have to go so early? why would he leave you so early? your kids were both adults now, but they both loved kurapika dearly.
kurapika wasn’t a family man.
but he can’t help the barrage of emotions that come running down on him when he hears what you just made an appointment for. an eunathansia…on the same day as his. anger? fear? disappointment? guilt? and as much as he hated it, he felt just a sliver of relief. that he wouldn’t be alone when he passed, and that you, the person who he loved most in this lifetime and in every lifetime, will be with him. did he want you to pass? no. did he want you to pass with him? yes.
kurapika wasn’t a family man.
but when his physical mind is finally free of all thoughts, his physical body free of all sensations, and his physical heart free of all heavy emotion, he opens his eyes and the first thing that he sees in you. in all of your glory, your eyes sparkling with emotion, an impish grin on your face as kurapika realized that this must be the afterlife. he had his doubts, but turns out it actually exists. you had the appearance of the day that you turned 20 years old, your prime, and kurapika realized that he must have looked the same. the soft golden light gently cascaded down your features, and kurapika picked up your hand, a gentle kiss from his lips pressing on the back of it as he broke into a smile.
kurapika wasn’t a family man, but for you, he was willing to try.
(im so effing done i would never release this shi on ao3🫠)
