*Forgivable* Kurapika x reader

                                    

                                          


You were a slave to your emotions—consumed by emptiness, loneliness, and an all-encompassing rage. Ever since that man, Kurapika, had killed your brother while chasing the Phantom Troupe, your heart had been a battlefield of grief and vengeance.
For years, you'd clung to one singular thought: revenge. And now, you were standing at the entrance to where Kurapika was staying. This was it. The moment you had waited for. His life would end, and it would end slowly, painfully—just like you had dreamed in your countless sleepless nights.
You had spent days stalking him, watching his every move, waiting for the perfect moment. But as you crept through the shadows that night, something about the calm in his presence struck a strange chord within you. The determination in his every action reminded you of yourself—of the fire that fueled your vengeance.
As the memories of your brother's laughter echoed in your mind, you hesitated. Could you really do this? Could you kill the one person who, like you, was only driven by the loss of family and a thirst for justice?
Your grip on the blade tightened as the door opened, and there he stood, golden eyes burning like wildfire.
Golden eyes locked onto yours in an instant, sharper than any blade you held. He had noticed you long before you'd even arrived, his instincts honed by years of hunting and surviving. Kurapika stood silently for a moment, his calm demeanor unnerving as if he were waiting for you to make your move.
"You've been following me." His voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the weight behind it.
You froze, your fingers trembling around the hilt of the knife hidden beneath your cloak. For all the scenarios you'd envisioned—cornering him, taunting him, savoring the moment of his suffering—you hadn't anticipated the way his gaze would feel like a mirror, reflecting your rage, grief, and pain back at you.
"I know why you're here," he said, stepping forward slowly. "Your eyes... They're just like mine were."
Your breath caught in your throat. He was so close now, yet you couldn't bring yourself to attack. "You don't know anything about me," you spat, though your voice cracked.
Kurapika's expression softened, just slightly. "I know enough. I've seen what vengeance does to people. What it did to me. If you think killing me will fill the void your brother left, it won't. It'll only make it worse."
His words struck a nerve, and anger flared in your chest. "You don't get to talk about justice, not after what you've done! You took my brother's life! You—"
"I took his life because he was a member of the Phantom Troupe." His voice was cold now, cutting through your rage like a blade. "They destroyed my family. And I swore I'd destroy them all in return. Your brother chose to align himself with monsters. His death wasn't justice—it was survival."
Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision. You wanted to deny his words, to scream at him, to make him suffer. But a small, unbearable part of you whispered that he was right. Your brother had chosen his path, and now you were walking the same one—letting revenge consume you.
Kurapika stepped even closer, his golden eyes dimming with something that almost looked like regret. "If you want to kill me, I won't stop you. But before you do, ask yourself: is this really what your brother would have wanted? Or are you becoming the very thing you hate?"
Your grip on the knife faltered, the weight of his words crashing down on you. The image of your brother's smiling face filled your mind, and for the first time in years, you felt the crack in your armor of hatred.
"I..." Your voice broke as the knife slipped from your hand, clattering to the ground. You collapsed to your knees, tears streaming freely now. "I don't know what to do anymore..."
Kurapika knelt before you, his voice softer this time. "Then don't let your brother's memory be the chain that binds you. Let it be the reason you find a new path. One that he would be proud of."
For the first time since you'd lost him, you felt a glimmer of something other than rage—something fragile, like hope. Kurapika extended a hand toward you, and though you hesitated, you took it.
Perhaps forgiveness wasn't impossible after all.
Kurapika's hand lingered in yours, warm and steady against your trembling fingers. The weight of his presence was overwhelming, his golden eyes searching yours with a mix of curiosity and something deeper—something unspoken.
"You're stronger than you think," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
The silence stretched between you, heavy and electric. His closeness, the way his breath brushed against your skin, made your heart pound in a way you hadn't anticipated. It wasn't just anger or sorrow that stirred in your chest anymore—it was something far more dangerous.
"Why..." you began, your voice faltering as your eyes locked onto his lips. "Why are you being so kind to me? After everything?"
Kurapika's gaze softened, his hand still holding yours as if anchoring you to the moment. "Because I know what it's like to be lost in the darkness. If I can pull you out of it, even just a little... then maybe I can atone for some of my own sins."
The intensity of his words, the raw vulnerability in his expression, made you shiver. Without thinking, you stepped closer, your other hand resting on his chest. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palm, grounding you in a way you hadn't felt in years.
"Kurapika..." His name slipped from your lips, barely audible, as your eyes searched his for an answer to the confusing emotions swirling within you.
He hesitated, his breath hitching as he noticed the way you leaned closer. His hand moved to your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "You're not alone anymore," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly.
The gap between you closed, your lips brushing his in a tentative, almost hesitant kiss. The heat of the moment was undeniable, the years of pain and longing melting into something neither of you could resist. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours with a passion that stole your breath.
You clung to him as if he were your lifeline, the taste of him igniting something wild and uncontrollable within you. His fingers tangled in your hair, and a low sound escaped his throat as he pressed you against the wall, his body flush against yours.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice rough with restraint as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. His golden eyes burned with desire, but there was a flicker of hesitation, of concern, in their depths.
You nodded, your hands gripping his shirt tightly. "I've never been more sure of anything," you whispered, your voice steady despite the rapid beat of your heart.
Kurapika didn't need any further encouragement. His lips crashed against yours again, his touch growing bolder as his hands roamed your body, pulling you even closer. The world around you faded, leaving only the two of you, lost in the heat of the moment, in the fragile connection you'd forged from your shared pain.
Hey guys it's Goldie I know it's been years since I've posted but I'm now back and an English major and ready to come back and tap into my inner child!!!!!!!