Killua finds himself in a unfamiliar world. Things are different here and he doesn't understand them one bit. But what happens when he finds himself in a sticky situation? He realizes he can't get home on his own. One thing Leads to another, will you join him on his journey? A journey of heroes and villains, vigilantes and killers? ⚠ 1: killua cares about more people that arent gon ⚠ 2: killua is not overpowered as soon as he arrives!!! It takes time to get used to quirks. Ok ill admit, i update slowly, but sometimes brain no work and then sleep says hi. But coffee says no, make sense? I do not own mha or hxh nor the characters in them! Art shown is not owned by me and can either be found off google or Pinterest! Enjoy reading!

"We had to drug him..." His fuzzy mind couldn't keep up with what those strange people were saying. "We had to use tons of drugs to sedate him!" said one of the strangers, he wanted to open his eyes but they were so heavy, he couldn't even move or talk. 'What are they doing to me?' Killua thought in desperation. "This kid isn't normal, I don't even am sure if he's from here..." continued another stranger. Killua slowly began to open his eyes. Where was he? Who were those people... with capes and strange costumes? "WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO THIS KID IS ILLEGAL! If the police knew, they would probably take your hero license..." Another man tried to explain the group of heroes gathered around the hospital bed. "We only want to know if he is dangerous to society. This kid is a complete mystery" One from the group of heroes explained. Welcome to the nasty part of the hero society. -THE COVER ISN'T MINE- (Credits to the author) All the rights to Yoshihiro Togashi (My first fiction) (Bad grammar...)

Killua sighed, hands in his pockets as he walked along the streets of the town he called home. The sharp scent of smoke hit his nose as he passed by an alley, which he ignored. It wasn't exactly uncommon in these parts. Almost there- Killua blinked, realizing his body was going numb. He glanced down, confused. Confusion turned to alarm as he realized his body was...disintegrating? Turning into a fine powder that was blowing away in the wind. The alarm faded into curiosity, as he realized...it didn't hurt. He watched his fingers turn from flesh to sand, then get whisked away by the wind. The decay crawled up his arms and legs, then his chest, then finally his head. His vision faded as his eyes turned grainy, then fell to the ground in a million microscopic particles.

"Let's get you home, shall we?" The kind woman said while she took my hand and dragged me through the streets. "I hope you don't mind having a little sister. Oh, and we have a dog!" She looked at me expecting an answer. "I like sissy and doggy!" I answered. (God, this acting is annoying, but for the mission...) Killua got a mission. He has to protect a child that was experimented. He has a soft spot for children, that's why he accepted the task. And now there he is. What will happen if he gets exposed? Will his new family accept him? How will they react? You gotta find out. So yeah I saw a story like that and I thought, why not make one myself? I only saw one story where Killua meets spyxfamily so I decided to write one too. I hope you'll like it. The pictures (except the cover) are not mine. They are found on Google, so credits to the owner. There will probably not be any ships but if I spontaneously decide to add ships, than it will be: Damianya, Killugon, Leopika or Hisoillu. Anygays! Bye! 😗 TW: Zoldyck Family, Hisoka, A little Angst

You know that feeling you get when you feel as if you're forgetting something? Killua has been feeling that feeling for pretty much as long as he can remember. He has always felt like he was forgetting something--someone. There are things that trigger this painful, migraine-inducing nostalgia. A terrible, horrible one. The boy is unable to shake this feeling--nor can he forget what he remembers of what he went through. What his family did--what 𝘩𝘦 did . . . he can't stand it. This poor boy--prone to despair--desires two things: to find the something/someone he's forgotten, and to become a hero. But, how can Killua achieve all of this when he can't even remember crucial things--and already has a large kill count! He did it. He actually did it. He escaped. Killua cut up his mother and his brother, then bolted out through the gates, evading the butlers. As he solemnly walked down the street, soaked with blood, no one cared. All but one person: a hero known as Eraserhead, otherwise known as Shota Aizawa. He was a hero--Killua's hero. The police and medical professionals blame Killua's struggle with memory and his episodes of uncontrollable and extreme fear on his immense amounts of trauma. Aizawa, on the other hand, has a theory: these issues are the work of a quirk. ❝𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨.❞ -All Might ---- More information can be found in the "𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟" section. THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR AGES 13+! Date started: 11/21/2022 ---- Wanna jam while reading? I made a playlist you can listen to to set the mood (TW for lyrics!) ^^: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/44eB5bRGA

After a fateful encounter with Illumi that endangered Alluka, Killua found himself at a loss after he was warped to a world that he didn't know. Determined, Killua decided that he would try his hardest to make his return to save Alluka, however, he came across others that possess unique powers. Are they friends, or foes? Crossposted on FF.Net and AO3. Date Posted: December 06, 2022

Killua's breath rasped and he let out a cough. "woah man you good?" a worried voice said from behind him. Killua couldn't concentrate on anything other than the heavy weight of the glass bottle in his hands. The white noise in the background swam in and out of his range of hearing, the harsh ringing obnoxiously making itself home in his head. "Eh? Yeah m'fine" he said, leaning heavily against the hard brick wall. A hand rested on his shoulder. "how old are you-? You look a bit young to be here unsupervised-" Killua blinked slowly, his brain was lagging a little from the alcohol. "I'm uh.... Ninedy" he said. The woman who's face came into view blinked. "you mean nineteen?"

⚠️ IF I DO SMUT, THEY WILL ALWAYS BE OLDER THAN 18!! ⚠️ I'll take suggestions from anyone! If you want Killugon one shots lmk and I'll make them, but in a separate story, so they're easier to find. They're might be smut, so beware, but a lot of these will be fluff. There will most likely be angst in some of these as well.

Я решила написать это историю потому что не могу найти что то с Киллуа и без Т/И. Воть. Есть яой! И может быть 16+

Shouting, cries of pain, sobs of fear, explosions of fire and blood splattering on the cold hard ground. Killua could hear it happening around him as he lay there, trying to get his bearings. He slowly opened his eyes, observing what was around him. Nen abilities seemed to be going off everywhere, and they seemed to be fighting to...get to him. Odd. He thought, glancing around. He seemed to be in a giant crater in the middle of a city, which meant he probably fell from somewhere very high up.