#Franklin bordeau x reader

[lightfeltmemories]

episode one: phantom troupe and romance; headcanons from least toxic, to most toxic

characters include: chrollo, machi, pakunoda, shizuku, uvogin, shalnark, feitan, phinks, bonolenov, kortopi, hisoka, illumi, nobunaga, franklin. (not in order)

tw's: nsfw but nothing explicit, mentions of non-con, spoilers for the deaths of pakunoda, shalnark, kortopi and uvogin, toxic relationships, lovebombing, mentions of torture (not on reader), mentions of cheating, mentions of reader's death,

notes: a completely self indulgent post, you can probably tell who im biased towards by how long certain sections are.

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pakunoda

out of everyone, guaranteed, she'll be the best partner out of everyone else, you might even end up shocked that she's apart of the troupe if it ever comes to you finding out.

she's a darling, spoils and cares for you like anyone else, a great listener and partakes in your interests in hobbies, its (almost) like a fairytale by how the relationship is, the troupe knows you but you don't know them! and she wants to keep it that way, of course still she's a murderer, so it would break her if you were to have found out about everything, she vowed to never let you know or even have you close to knowing about what she does, but you just can't help but wonder what she's doing when she's away for long periods of time.

until it comes to her death.

now, you eventually find out that she died from a close friend of hers, but he knows paku doesn't want you to know about the troupe, so, he's a bit vague, and a bit creepy.

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nobunaga

personally out of everyone else, i feel like nobunaga would be other most normal when it comes to relationships, but then again, he's an enigma, he doesn't strike me as the type to be the best boyfriend literally ever or very very toxic, i feel like out of everyone else, if you're looking for someone to be in a semi normal relationship with, nobunaga is your best shot, but of course, he's a part of the phantom troupe, and any member apart of it isn't exactly the best partner by default.

he's still a murder and thief, like all members i believe that he would definitely steal things that remind him of you, he'd most definitely kill for you.

unlike someone like feitan or machi, he doesn't exactly have a problem with being vulnerable when you get to know him, he'll tell you about himself, and of course, because he's a criminal he can't exactly tell you what he does for a living, but can't bring himself to lie about it either, he's just hoping that one day, if you know, you won't leave or judge him for it, his childhood isn't exactly all sunshines and lolipops, y'know?

he'll love you from the ends of the earth, but he definitely won't let you walk all over him, quick to put your in your place and won't allow you to manipulate him, he won't lie to you (about trivial things, at least) so why should you? (who knows, maybe you're apart of a criminal organization and is pretty much a wanted criminal yourself :P)

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bonolenov

similar to nobunaga i think if you want something that's somewhat normal, bonolenov is also a nice choice! (100% not putting him up so high because we don't really know that much about him it's totally because he would be a decent partner! honest!)

for one, you would definitely be introduced to usual romantic gestures and advances that come from his tribe, he'll tell you all about how things work with him, he'll do dances he learned when they were still here for you to show how much he adores you, and dresses you in garments that resemble such from his tribe, it's pretty cute, honestly!

now, what concerns him a bit is.. how you'll react without his bandages, he's not exactly sexy like chrollo but (to me, TO MEEEEEE) he's not the ugliest thing in the world! he just hopes that eventually if you see him in his true form, you don't scream and run away at the sight of him, its okay if you do! ..... kind of.

and if you don't, oh you'll mean so much to him!

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kortopi

now, here's another one we don't know much about! but i'll try my best either way (i just want to contribute to the lack of attention him and bono get in these spaces.) he's another somewhat normal one, he also doesn't strike me as the type to be the absolute worst, but still is apart of a troupe of murderers and thieves.

similar to everyone else, he'll steal and kill for you (idk if this guy even has a body count but lets pretend he does.) and is a lot more open to being vulnerable than some other members.

now, nine times out of ten you'll be taller than him because this guy is even shorter than feitan, so, he'll definitely be wearing your t-shirts and hoodies, and he ain't complaining about it!

and eventually, he dies, now, honestly, something told you that kortopi seemed... like the odd one out when it came to the troupe, he doesn't seem like the type to be apart of... that! you better hope that hisoka doesn't care about you, or things are gonna turn ugly faster than you can blink.

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uvogin

he's big (as hell), but he's sweeter (you know why they're in bold italics) than the others twice his size.

physically the strongest, you're rather lucky to have him has your partner, if someone won't stop messing with you, they're dead within a millisecond, or at least scared off since you know.. he isn't exactly built like the average guy and having someone that's eight foot fucking two walking up on you not really excited to see you is quite terrifying, depending on his mood they'll sometimes get away.... sometimes.

enough of that, how is it like when it's just the two of you? sitting on the couch or laying in bed watching movies together, his arm around you, it's basically a pillow! a hard ass pillow at that.

not the most vulnerable, he's not some weird incel who see's women as sex toys or anything, he's decently capable of being in a normal relationship, you won't see each other often sadly, but when you do, he'll pay 95% of his attention towards you, he'll even let you know straight up that he won't know when he'll get back, but he will! ... until he doesn't..

ah yes, his death at the hands of kurapika, how will you react? hell, how would kurapika react to your existence? something tells me that kurapika might kill you too, send you right off with him, or, in a rather strange twist of events, he might try to fuck you and take you to the other side, not in the way of barging into your house and straight up non con, nah, more like a get to know you then get in your pants type of way, uvo won't be there to protect you now would he? of course the latter is highly unlikely, but to be honest it's kind of fun to think about.

and now that you think of it... you don't even know what uvo was doing or where he was going, you choose how you want to react to how you found out about his troupe business.

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shizuku

another woman! she's similar to another person right below her! she looks cute, but she's anything but!...... sort of.

she's not the best or worst partner, she's pretty normal, a bit distant but it's not something you can't manage, maybe she just needs some space and you're overwhelming her, but something that really gets to you is her forgetfulness.

at first, she'll forget things such as your birthday or your anniversary, but going further into the relationship, she becomes less and less forgetful (she might even remember things that you don't even remember.)

what exactly do you guys do together? well, she does try to partake in your interests, and does try to get things you like!

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franklin

he's similar to uvo, he's big, he's actually nicer than he appears.

what makes him so low is.. well to be honest i don't know, i don't feel like he could be high up but not so low, so, this is the perfect spot for him.

for one he does have a bit of an anger problem, not as bad as phinks, but he doesn't mind a slight argument, good thing he wont assault you, and is quick to make up for the argument.

i don't know how to write him, so, please forgive me for how small this passage is. :(

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shalnark

we're starting to get into uh... strange territory, he looks kind, and seems normal, but he's anything but that, he's not the most toxic but he also isn't the most caring and understanding either, similar to nobunaga he's kind of an enigma.

he's a love bomber and very good at manipulating, definitely takes advantage of his rather cute looks, he'll figure out what you're insecure about and compliment those things specifically, i do think he is capable of loving someone genuinely, but he sometimes does things without realizing that they aren't really normal, maybe he's getting his troupe personality mixed up with the one he has with you.

he does come off as sweet at first, brings you flowers and takes you on some rather expensive dates (an uncanny feeling creeps up on you about how the waiters act, but you don't pay much attention to it.) and sometimes he's more distant and a little bit aloof, you take this as him needing his space.

he's not abusive, but he isn't the absolute best partner, there's definitely better out there.

his death doesn't hit you as hard as the others but it was still devastating, you best hope hisoka doesn't come for you, and if he does, you hope he swiftly kills you, because you really don't want this murder clown to take an interest to you.

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phinks

phinks is another one 'that's kind of odd to me, i don't want to judge a book by its cover and say "yeah he's a piece of shit!!" but again, he's a lot better in comparison to anyone below.

he's similar to shalnark in quite a few ways, one, he does things that kind of makes you think he's a bit of an odd ball, he's intimidating to look at and is the second strongest physically in the troupe, so you're lucky to have someone like him if you're looking for protection.

i don't see him as the type to take you out to fancy restaurants and bring you flowers, stuff like that is a bit too sappy for him, he shows other ways like giving you thinks you like or taking you to like carnivals or other fun events.

his main problem is his anger issues, he won't physically harm you especially if you don't use nen, but he's not above arguing with or yelling at you, he doesn't do it often, but he might call you an idiot or a bitch if you take him to that point.

the relationship is somewhat normal besides that.

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chrollo

chrollo is weird, some say he's loving, caring, blah blah blah while some might say he's the exact opposite.

for one he is charming, he's a relatively good looking man, he's intelligent, and is looking for someone who's also intelligent.

i feel like chrollo definitely has a type, he likes people who are elegant, he wants someone that'll make him look good while he's in public, he doesn't care much for how people view the relationship outside of that, he also looks for someone with a personality he doesn't want someone who looks good yes, but is boring to be around, someone he can have a deep conversation with and talk about his interests with.

for one, you will not know about the troupe's existence, until he is 100% ready to tell you, which will definitely take a while, but he's confident that the troupe and himself will protect you from anyone who tries to avenge.

now, what makes him so low on this list? well, he's quite manipulative, a gaslighter, too, what do you mean you saw me with another woman? it's all for business, i'm just trying to steal her nen ability.

he does want to be a good partner, but this relationship is kind of a "too good to be true" type, something is happening behind closed doors and the thought is too persistent to ignore.

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illumi

this guy is... strange, for one, his beady ass eyes make him look like a bug (affectionately), and section.. his very warped perception of what love even is.

i agree with the fandom that he has a breeding kink no doubt, his intention on dating is marriage, and you will bear his children, no ifs, ands or buts.

you'll meet his family but you'll never meet the troupe, he doesn't want you getting involved in fighting (he might have someone teach you some basic self protection) because he doesn't want you to die, that'll fuck with him... kind of, you're basically trapped in the mansion.

his overprotection is toxic on its own, you don't have that much freedom, you can't go shopping unless he's with you (or if he can't be there, one of his servants will accompany you), you're never truly alone unless he's away, and when he's here, things are no better, he's distant and cold, there's not much to talk about with him, sure, he loves you, but doesn't know how to express it much.

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machi

one out of three toxic ass individuals, one of them consists of machi.

lets start off with the fact that she's cold hearted, as hell, if you cry in front of her she'll look at you like you're crazy, if she's really in that mood she'll tell you that you look stupid and you need to suck it up.

not good with physical touch or romance, who knows how the two of you managed to continue the relationship, she does leave flowers for you but won't tell you that they're from her, won't admit that she's the one who got them for you.

i feel like similar to a certain clown, she won't care much for you if you aren't either powerful or capable of protecting yourself in some way.

but all she's really doing is putting up barriers, she's actually caring in her own weird way, she'll still be there for you, patch up your wounds if you managed to get cut or stabbed and would probably mourn your death.

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hisoka

were getting lower, and a certain sadist who loves torture is worse, but somehow, hisoka is slightly better than him in some way or another.

for one, hisoka probably won't be that interested in you if you aren't powerful, it would be worse if you were a regular civilian, he'll take that as an opportunity to take advantage of you sexually, physically, psychologically and mentally, and the relationship will be literal hell..

but, lets say you are pretty powerful, dare i say a troupe member yourself, he won't be as interested in fighting you as much as he would chrollo, but he would be interested in... other ways.

how you managed to get into a relationship with this freak is unclear, but you two one day just.. hooked up, and it all goes downhill from here.

he has no problem killing you if he gets tired of you, he already killed two and plans on killing the rest of the spiders, why not kill another? especially you? or, in an alternate scenario where he does manage to kill off all the spider, you're the only one who's left, this can go two ways, one, he can fuck you one last time then kill you, or, he takes you with him! if you managed to have a lasting impression on him, that is.

outside of sex, he just isn't a good partner, he's probably the only one on this list that's probably willing to cheat on you (don't you dare get back at him, both you and your lover will die) he's manipulative as hell, he doesn't necessarily care about how you feel and he'll provoke you just to get a reaction out of you.

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feitan

and last but not least, feitan, oh boy, good luck to you for managing to have this man attracted to you. (im a feitan girlie, so this one might be a big longer than the rest)

for one, he'll hate your rotten guts for making him feel this way, for making him feel so weak, so emotional... he might even contemplate on killing you, but when that time comes he can't bring himself to do it.

i don't want to say yandere is his default since he doesn't really know how to properly love, because i do think he has some potential, but it does make sense for him, because there has to be something about you that makes you interested in him, maybe you're his polar opposite? maybe you're also a sadist?

he's not the most romantic partner, he doesn't want to come off as vulnerable, or sappy, so, what considers as a date to him? he's the type to probably take you to a cemetery at night as a form of a date.

he will not allow the troupe to know you or you to know them, for one he's going to be teased from hell and back for finally managing to pull someone and second while it appears that he doesn't care for you much, him protecting you from them is his way of showing you that he cares.

he can't find himself being vulnerable, he might teach you his language if you're up for it, and he might bring you some things he knows you like, but thats kind of it, also he won't force you to see him torture people.. unless you betray him in a way.

[justyanderes]

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A tiger would probably feel safer in the jaws of a shark than you do in the current moment. Chrollo is finally looking at you, and not at the dusty books he has stolen from across the world.

"Your people were quite set on that particular tradition. At least most were until the church stepped in. Declaring all unions of that sort unholy".

The words from your current husband's mouth nearly make you sick. To be told a simple history lesson of the old traditions, of your people whom he all but slaughtered.

"Those were the ways of the past. This country and my family have evolved beyond such a barbaric tradition used by cultists". You say wishing you had taken the wine the pale servant had offered you. It hurts you to say such lies with a straight face.

Commoners may have started a revolution and have a puppet king in the palace- but

you are still the only true blooded royal. One with every right to hold on to your sense of superiority. (Even if that sense is fleeting with every coming day trapped in the Phantoms hold).

Chrollo motions for the staff to leave, leaving the two of you completely alone for the first time in months.

"If it didn't matter to you, then surely you would not have had illegal propaganda made supporting such ideals".

Your heart sinks to the bottom of your chest. He could truly kill you if he has evidence of that. Tyrant king or not, none of the people would mourn you. If the truth comes out you would be dead in the eyes of your people long before any final attempt was made on your life.

If Chrollo didn't outright murder you'll likely be sent to one of the high priests. As a final demonstration to rally the people. You'd be forced to repent and die trying to purge the sinful nature from your mind.

The book was one you dared to bind yourself. It seemed like a lifetime ago. When you had left the palace to retreat for the illness you suffered from.

It makes you tense realizing this man had read through all of your previous works. If he wished he could expose your lies to the public at any given moment. The only question you had left was exactly why Chrollo was waiting to act upon the information.

[uvobreakmylegs]

Frustration

Franklin x female!reader

Warnings: smut, dubcon, mentions of noncon, captivity, aphrodisiacs, drugging, spanking, manipulation, gaslighting

Word count: 7.5k

Your attitude towards Franklin could be best described as that of a tide moving to and from a beach.

You went to him when you needed the social interaction, when the loneliness of your new life hit you too hard and you needed to talk to someone just to keep yourself from losing it. You spoke to him civilly, starting with topics as basic as what the weather was like until you were willing to have more in-depth conversations regarding genuine interests. Eventually you would let him touch you without much fuss, not shying away whenever he would place a hand on your shoulder or lower back. Those moments you allowed were brief, and would end once he sensed that you were becoming uncomfortable.

With enough time, the short moments of physical touch turned into longer ones. You allowed him to keep his hand on your thigh when you were sitting close to him and let him to hold your hand in his. And it would soon get to the point where you would have no issue with him pulling you onto his lap and holding you; sometimes you held him back.

When you were at your most comfortable with him, there was no protest from you when his hands would begin to wander.

His touch would be tame at first as he continued the process of easing you in. When you would sit in his lap, he would take the opportunity to caress you, stroking your hair or massaging your shoulders you would relax further. Then his hands would wander further, caressing your inner thighs before he slipped one of his hands beneath your shirt so he could grope your breasts while he began to mark up your neck with his mouth. At that point it would culminate in sex. Unlike times in the past where you would cry, during these times you would reciprocate. You held him, kissed him and didn't hide how much you were enjoying yourself when he fucked you, your moans and squeaks of pleasure echoing through the room while he had you writhing on his cock.

Afterwards, late into the night when you were both exhausted, you always fell asleep before he did, not complaining when he held you and instead being content in his arms, resting your cheek against his chest while you slept peacefully.

Franklin always felt that he was at his happiest in those moments, when you were able to let go of the resentment you held towards him and allow yourself to feel good with him. When you freely gave him your love and affection. Less like his captive and more like his lover. The way he wanted it.

But those moments of bliss would only last for so long.

After that point, like a tide pulling out, you would begin to pull away from him. Days later you would go back to shying away from his touch, sleeping at the very edge of the bed so as to create a physical distance between you two and only giving him one word answers at best whenever he spoke to you. You retreated from him in all aspects that you were able to within the space the two of you shared and only interacted with him when you had no other choice.

It would stay that way until you couldn't stand being alone anymore and you would go to him, at which the cycle would start over again.

Franklin was used to it, and while the situation wasn't something he liked, he could live with it for the time being. Until you were able to better accept your new life and those instances of you shutting him out ceased, he would take what you would give him only when you were comfortable enough to do so. Until that time came, he'd be fine.

Or so he thought.

This latest instance of your refusal of him was lasting longer than normal, and the longer you went rejecting him, the more frustrated he became.

Maybe it wouldn't have been as bad if it weren't for the fact that the last time the two of you had been intimate, you had been the one to initiate.

He hadn't been expecting it as he didn't think he had worked you up to that point yet. But one night you surprised him when you climbed on top of him in bed, silencing his questions by pressing your lips against his. Your intent became clear when you slipped your hand into his sleep pants and began to stroke his cock.

That night was the first time you went down on him. The sight of you sitting between his knees, your tongue sticking out to lap at the metal piercings at the tip of his cock before you opened your mouth wide and took in as much of him as you could while you stroked at what wouldn't fit – those were images he was certain would be forever engraved in his mind. At that point, he didn't care what had brought this on. When you pulled your mouth off of him, he grabbed you by your hair and brought you up to his level so he could kiss you. He'd been rougher with you than he intended, but you didn't complain. If anything, you seemed to like it, and you kissed him back with just as much fervor.

You were desperate for him that night, placing kisses on his jaw, neck and along his chest, guiding his hands to where you wanted him to touch you and staying on top of him, riding him while you pressed your hands against his chest, your nails digging in and leaving small crescent shaped marks in his skin while his cock repeatedly disappeared into your cunt, engulfing him with your wet warmth. You shuddered and cried out when you came, and the way your walls squeezed him so tightly brought him to his own climax. When Franklin grabbed you by your hips and pushed you down all the way as he came inside of you, you cried out once again and reached out to wrap your arms around him as his cum began to dribble out of you.

You were completely spent after, falling onto his chest while you tried to catch your breath. A soft but appreciative moan left your lips when he ran a hand over your back to sooth your sweaty skin. He'd wanted more from you and part of him felt as though he was ready to go again, but at the sight of your exhausted form laying on top of him, Franklin told himself not to. There was no sense in ruining things by asking too much of you.

You placed a few more kisses on his skin before you fell asleep, and he felt content with the progress you had made.

The day after had been a different story.

Like someone had flipped a switch within you, you walked around like a zombie that morning, your gaze looking distant at times. Whatever thoughts had plagued your mind, you seemed to be struggling with them. That afternoon you had taken a long shower, and when you had gotten out, it was clear that you'd spent a long time scrubbing at your skin to the point that it had become irritated, and he saw that the damage was worst in the places you had guided his hands to the night prior.

When he tried to ask what was wrong, you only shook your head before you walked away.

At the time, he had told himself to think nothing of it. You were pulling away again only because you were still struggling to adjust. You would come back to him once you were desperate enough, and he would get to feel your loving touch once again. It wouldn't be long until you reached that point again.

Only the days had turned to weeks, and you were still avoiding him.

As a result, his frustration was mounting.

Before all of this Franklin never would've thought the lack of physical contact would bother him so much; with everything he'd gone through in life, he should've been able to deal with such a thing easily. Maybe before he could've, but it was different now. After the taste he had gotten of you freely giving into him and going to him on your own, it angered him that you would insist on pulling away.

But he wasn't sure what he could do about it.

His gaze returned to where you were sitting at the table with a book in hand, reading quietly with your back turned to him. Originally you'd been sitting on the couch, but when he sat down to join you, you got up and moved. You weren't even trying to be subtle about avoiding him.

Did you want him to get angry?

Franklin chose not to say anything. Lashing out wouldn't help the situation.

Even if it would be incredibly easy to do something to you.

No doubt because of what had happened the last time you went to him and how those images of you were still fresh in his mind, intrusive thoughts came to the forefront as he looked at you. They plagued his mind as he looked you over, running wild and distracting him. Thoughts of what he could do if he decided that he really didn't give a shit about what your reaction would be to any of it.

If Franklin really wanted to fulfill those urges right at that moment, all he would need to do was bend you over, kick the chair away and remove the clothes that covered you. Then he could do what he wanted. Take care of the frustration you had caused while he got to experience your warm pussy walls again. With how weak you were compared to him, he wouldn't even need to use much of his strength, and while the lack of recent intimacy would make it uncomfortable when he initially shoved his cock into you, the resistance on your part would die out soon enough. You would probably start to enjoy it after a time, and with some encouragement and a few orgasms of your own, he could get you to hold and kiss him again.

But that was a horrible idea.

He'd be taking several steps back if he went about it that way. When the next morning would come, you would go back to ignoring him – or worse, you might go back to the way you'd been when Franklin had first brought you here, where you would alternate between crying and raging in between pleas for him to let you go.

Forcing you into it would just make you resent him more.

Make you fear him more.

So he kept his distance, keeping the fantasies of forcing you into positions he liked in his head while you continued to read in peace. Franklin tried to do the same, though after a few futile minutes, he found he wasn't able to focus well on the book he'd selected. He closed it while his free hand went up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Ah, right. He remembered what he needed to mention to you.

“I'm going to be leaving tomorrow,” he said.

You didn't say anything, but you glanced back at him.

“I'll be in Meteor City,” he explained, “if all goes well, I'll only be gone for a week. But it could be longer than that.”

A beat of silence passed, with you still looking back at him, as though you were waiting for him to say something else. When he didn't, you finally responded.

“Okay.”

The reply you gave was barely audible and you immediately returned your attention to your book.

Franklin frowned.

That was all you had to say, apparently. Though with the way you'd been acting, he wasn't sure why he'd been expecting anything different.

Despite knowing how useless it was, he kept trying to engage with you.

“Will you be alright being on your own that long?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

You didn't even look away from the book that time.

“Is there anything you need before I leave?”

“No.”

He stared at the back of your head while you turned the page. But even with your dedication to the book you had in hand, he saw the way you tensed when you heard him lean forward in his seat, as if you were expecting something bad to come after.

If you were that nervous then why the hell were you acting like this?

Franklin ignored it again as he spoke once more, saying “I'll be passing through Olsoria to get to Meteor City. The place with that bakery with those macaroons you liked. If you wanted, I could get some for you on my way back.”

“No thank you,” was your curt response.

I don't want anything from you

That felt like what you were really trying to say with that, and Franklin felt himself becoming irritated. You clearly sensed that fact as he saw your figure become even more rigid where you sat.

The question came again: why were you insisting on acting like this if you were really that scared of him?

His mind started to go wild with fantasies of taking you again. Of storming up behind you and forcing you against the wall, lifting up one of your legs and fucking you open after tearing away your pants and underwear, taking any and all fight out of you with every thrust of his hips.

He wanted you. And at one point, you had wanted him as well.

Since you seemed desperate to pretend it never happened, he could easily remind you of that fact.

…..

If he went through with that, all of that work he'd done in warming you up to him would be for nothing, he reminded himself.

With that, Franklin's self-control won out yet again, and he stood up as he decided to give you some space for now. He didn't miss the way you flinched when you heard him stand, nor did he miss the way your shoulders sagged in relief as he left the room.

You were having trouble adjusting, he told himself. You would come around eventually. You needed to.

Franklin's business in Meteor City had taken less time than he initially anticipated, so it was only just over the week mark when he had returned. While the more practical side of him anticipated that your attitude would be the same as before, another part of Franklin was hopeful that things would be different once he came back. That maybe you wouldn't push him away anymore, and that perhaps the week away was what you needed in order to warm up to him again.

Why he had such a hope, he had no idea.

The practical part of him turned out to be correct, as you had the nerve to look disappointed when he walked through the door, only offering a small nod in response to his greeting to you before you quickly disappeared.

Nothing had changed since he had gone: once again he would try to talk with you, and once again you never engaged in any meaningful way. If anything, things had escalated. You now made a point to move to another room whenever he walked into the one you were occupying, and that first night back ended with you laying at the very edge of the bed again, almost teetering on falling off the mattress completely in your refusal to be close to him. The day that followed was the exact same as you treated him with apprehension and barely hidden disgust. You said maybe five words to him that day, and the distance between the two of you in the bed stayed.

He truly wondered what exactly your endgame was in all of this – you needed to know that he wouldn't put up with this forever. The way you looked nervous whenever he came close was clear indication that you anticipated he would snap at some point.

But instead of again questioning why you would continue when you feared him in that way, Franklin didn't comment on any of it. While he still felt some irritation at how you rejected him, he was now having an easier time dealing with it. Because, unbeknownst to you, he'd returned from his childhood home with a backup plan that he'd tucked away among his things.

A chance sighting while he'd been back in his roots of Meteor City had brought forth an idea, and within the hour Franklin found himself in possession of what could possibly be the answer to the problems he'd been experiencing with you: a pricey bottle of pills that had made the seller snicker when he had asked for them.

Franklin wasn't a stranger to illicit substances. Just about everyone in the troupe had tried something at one point or another, and he wasn't any exception, trying various things alongside some of the others when they all were younger. Maybe it was because he was getting older, but such things didn't interest him anymore. Do too much, be it D² or some other drug that was popular, and you ended up enslaved to it. A fair amount of the residents in Meteor City fell into that hole, rotting their bodies and minds with drugs all so they could have some relief from the harsh life they lived in the junkyard they called home.

These pills were different. He didn't need to add to your erratic behavior by getting you addicted. All he needed was for you to let go of your fear for just a little bit.

Initially after buying them he'd found himself struck by a case of buyer's remorse, uncertain if it had been a stroke of genius or a horrible waste of jenny. There was also a great risk involved: if you managed to find out what he intended, you would never warm up to him again.

But if the aphrodisiacs worked in the way they were supposed to, you would go back to wanting his touch. Maybe even begging for it.

And with every instance of you pulling away from him, you made his decision to use them on you that much easier.

All he had to do was wait for the right time.

It was close to a week after Franklin returned that you needed to go grocery shopping, and you didn't say much to him beyond the fact that you needed to get more food. You walked away without any response when Franklin said that he would be going with you.

Franklin didn't comment on it.

Not much was said between the two of you after you left, though you managed to get out a half-hearted “thanks” when he complimented you on the skirt you were wearing. The only bit of conversation you initiated after that was to quietly mentioned at that he didn't need to come with you. Franklin's reply was that he wanted to spend time with you. You nodded, though based on your expression it was clear you would have preferred to have been alone.

Franklin again said nothing about it.

When the two of you made your way around the store, you were guarded around him. Not as bad as you had been in the past, admittedly, but every now and then you would look back at him nervously. Did you think he would try to do something? What exactly did you think he would do in a place as public as this one?

Only once did he step closer to you, intending to place his hand on your lower back when you were reaching up for something and it looked as though you were becoming unsteady. You saw it coming and darted away from him, throwing the item from the shelf into the basket as you mumbled some excuse about why you needed to be away from his proximity right at that moment.

That irritation in him wanted to bubble up to the surface, but Franklin once more remained silent.

By the time you had made it to the checkout lane, he had made his decision:

Franklin would use the pills on you tonight.

That was how he got to where he was now: standing close by with a single pill in hand as you began to separate the meal you had prepared into two different portions, all the while he waited for a moment when you wouldn't notice him slip it into the food. A bit difficult to do when you were currently standing over it, looking over to him every once in a while. It didn't seem likely that you suspected he planned to do anything – you were probably just unhappy that this was a situation where you couldn't get out of being in his presence.

He waited until after you had turned away before he made his move, telling you “I'll take the plates out if you want to set out the drinks.”

“Why?” you asked.

“You've done all the work; I'd like to help out a little,” he answered.

“… Fine.”

There was a slight frown on your face, but you didn't stop him as you grabbed two drinking glasses from one of the cabinets. With your approval, he collected the plates and set them on the table in the other room. And in the time it took for you to reach your seat, he had mixed the pill in with your food.

You didn't say anything when you sat down. Nor when you began to eat. With the rest of the ingredients you'd used, you didn't notice the pill at all. Once he was certain that you had taken it, Franklin told himself to wait as he kept an eye on you. The seller's words came back to mind as he routinely glanced over at you through the silent meal. The aphrodisiacs were fast acting, they had said. Guaranteed to get whoever had taken it desperate and needy enough to throw away whatever reservations they might have.

The moment of truth didn't take long to come.

In the middle of the meal, he noticed when you paused between bites as you suddenly tensed up. You stayed frozen like that for a moment, and while your face was blank, he saw a growing panic in your eyes. It only lasted for a moment before you ultimately continued eating your meal as though everything was normal.

Only it clearly wasn't. Your growing uneasiness was plain to see as your movements became more stiff and robotic, and he saw the way you glanced up at him as you though you hoped he hadn't noticed your change in demeanor.

Franklin chose then to speak as he said “it tastes good.”

The compliment caught you off-guard, and you blinked at him for a few moments before you replied with a small “thanks.”

Your voice was hushed when you answered him, and you quickly averted your gaze as you took a long sip from your glass of water. You were doing your best to act as though everything was normal as you continued with the meal, forcing yourself to take bite after bite in between nervous looks over towards Franklin when you thought he wasn't paying attention. An uncomfortable huff of breath left your lips as you shifted in your seat, causing a twitch ran up your spine. The softest noise escaped you, one that was stifled when you bit down on your bottom lip to silence it.

Even if Franklin hadn't been watching your every move, he would've noticed that.

“Are you alright?” he asked you.

There was a guilty look on your face the second he asked that, horror overtaking your features before you hurriedly shook your head in response.

“I'm fine,” you replied.

“Are you sure?” he pressed.

“I…. I think I might be a bit lightheaded, but it's not a big deal,” you said.

There was a breathlessness in your tone, and that caused a heat to stir within Franklin as well.

“Are you sure that's all it is?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

You tried to continue as though nothing was wrong. No doubt you were confused by your body's sudden reaction and horrified at the thought of Franklin finding out what was happening. No doubt that horror drove you to try and prove to him that you were okay with every bite you took. But eventually, you gave up.

You set your fork down as you said “I don't think I can finish this. I'm gonna lie down for a bit.”

You didn't wait for him to respond before you got up and left, heading back to the bedroom.

He waited a few moments before he began to gather everything up, taking the plates and bagging up whatever was left of the meal for leftovers. But once that was finished, he found that he couldn't be bothered to do a thorough job with the rest of the cleanup. Franklin threw the dishes and cutlery into the sink and rinsed them for a moment before shutting the water off as he decided that was good enough. He was more interested in seeing how you were doing, and how much of a mess you were by now.

If you were desperate enough to beg him to fuck you.

He again thought of that last time together, of how bold you had been and how you had grabbed at him. How you had directed him to touch you as you placed kisses all over.

He wanted that again.

He wanted you.

And tonight you weren't going to deny him.

You were curled up into a ball on the bed when he entered the room, facing away from the doorway with your legs pulled in and your arms wrapped around yourself. When he looked closer, he saw that you were trembling. The shaky breaths that escaped your throat were easily audible within the space of the bedroom, and Franklin watched you rub your thighs together in subtle movements as though you were trying to find some relief that way.

Desperation was beginning to take hold, but you were clearly trying to keep it under control.

He spoke your name softly, and you stopped, freezing in place on the bed. Had you not realized he was in there with you?

Franklin said your name again as he asked “are you sure you're alright?”

“…. Y-yeah,” you said, keeping yourself turned away from him as you added “just n-need to rest.”

“Hm.”

The sound of his footsteps coming closer to the bed had you curling in on yourself further, and you bit your lip again in an attempt to keep in any noises. Sitting down behind you, he watched as you tried to bury your face in the sheets to keep him from seeing what you looked like in that moment.

“It's really nothing,” you managed to get out.

You really thought he would believe that this was just some lightheadedness?

“It doesn't seem like nothing,” he said to you, reaching towards you.

“It's noth-”

He grabbed you by the shoulder and flipped you onto your back.

Your eyes were wide in surprise, your mouth gaping open as you stared up at him. When it looked as though you were about to say something in response to him grabbing you, his hand traveled up to cup your cheek. Once again you were cut off as you whined at the skin on skin contact, your legs falling open as you leaned into his touch. Your whole body was running hot as Franklin glided his free hand on top of your clothes, and more gasps left your lips in the wake of his touch.

Just hearing you make those noises was having an effect on him, and the sight of you so vulnerable, so needy, had his dick hardening.

Having reached the hem of your skirt, he pulled it up to reveal the state of your underwear.

There was a wet patch on the fabric of your panties. And it was only getting bigger.

You squealed when he pressed his thumb against the spot, rubbing the folds of your pussy through the fabric. That action had you moaning and you began to buck your hips to the sensation.

Despite how this current sight of you was starting to affect him, Franklin kept his voice level as he spoke to you.

“You should've told me that you were lonely,” he said softly, thumb still pressing against your burning pussy.

Hearing his voice had snapped you out of your state somewhat, as you now pulled away from the hand he had kept on your cheek, though the way you bucked your hips against his hand didn't stop even when worry took over your features.

“I-I… I'm not…..”

Whatever sentence you were trying to form died when he rubbed your clit, a loud moan coming from you. You slapped your hand over your mouth, looking away from him.

“Leave it to me, I'll take care of you,” Franklin muttered.

For a brief moment, you took back the control of your mind that the aphrodisiac had taken from you, a look of horror returning to your face.

“No…. I can't…..”

You actually tried to move away.

Franklin snapped. That rejection was the last one that he could take and he ripped away your panties, shoving a finger into you before you could say anything else.

The sensation of that single thick digit being forced into your pussy had you cumming instantly.

You cried out, arching your back while your pussy clenched around his finger, milking the digit as your release came leaking out after. Your gaze was unfocused and you struggled to control your breathing while your legs continued to tremble. The hand of yours that had tried to push his away was now gripping him tightly.

Franklin was only vaguely aware of your reactions as he was far more concerned about the way you clenched around his finger. How your muscles felt as they pressed down on him. How your release dripped out onto the sheets beneath you. How with every mindless movement of your hips, you encouraged him to fill up that emptiness inside of you.

All of those sensations would feel better once it was his cock inside of you, and with the way his erection that was starting to get painful for him as it pressed against it's confines, he was more than eager to get to that part. Though a voice at the back of his mind told him to open you up a bit more – with how much time had passed since you had last let him fuck you, the stretch would be more than a little uncomfortable without a bit of prep.

He moved within you to press against your walls, and then he heard the way you moaned and felt how you moved your hips to full on grind against him. Just like that, he removed his finger as he chose not to bother with preparing you any further.

You could deal with it.

Your whine of disappointment was cut short as Franklin grabbed you by your hips to pull you so you were facing him, resulting in your skirt pulled up further around your waist while your legs hung off the edge of the bed.

The sound of a zipper opening and his pants falling to the floor brought your attention back to him, and when you looked back to find his cock rubbing against your slick folds, you bit your lip in anticipation. Now, instead of fighting him, you tried to move your hips so he could slip into you, an effort that was thwarted when he grabbed you by your waist and held you there. You looked up at him with dilated pupils and tears forming in your eyes, your hands going down to grasp his in an effort to encourage him to enter you.

The expression you wore was one of pure desperation.

Franklin shoved himself inside of you. Despite how wet you were from your previous orgasm, he only managed to go in about halfway, your walls having tightened up since the last time he had fucked you, and from the way your face scrunched up, he saw that you were in pain, tears pricking at the edges of your eyes.

Seeing the way you had cried in the past had killed his mood on more than one occasion, but all the sight did this time was spur him forward.

With a slow drag of his hips, Franklin pulled out until only the tip remained in you before he pushed in again, his large hands tight around your comparatively tiny waist as he bullied his way in further, intent on burying into you to the hilt. All resistance on your part was gone; unable to move your hips as he kept you in place, your hands reached out for Franklin, desperately grabbing at the sleeves of his shirt in an effort to pull him in closer. You wanted the closeness. You wanted to hold him and for him to hold you back.

Using those sleeves that you had gotten a death-grip on, you pulled yourself into a sitting position as you attempted to wrap your arms around his neck.

With one hand he shoved you back down onto the bed.

And after he readjusted his grip on your hips, Franklin picked up his pace as he began to fuck you faster.

Your cries of pain quickly filled the room, accompanied by a lewd squelching sound as Franklin thrust into you again and again. Every time the metal piercings that lined his cock scraped along your walls, it caused you to jolt, your voice going up a few octaves as you still tried to move your hips out of the iron hold of his hands. But even though you were full-on crying now, you weren't doing anything to stop him. The affects of the drug in action: keeping your mind focused on the burning feeling inside of you that needed to be satiated and disregarding everything else. Whatever worries you had about the whole situation would come later; right now, all you could do was take the harsh treatment he was giving you.

Franklin stared down at you, watching your pained expression slowly fade as you got used to the feeling of his length being inside of you again, though every now and then you would still tense up, a soft, short whimper interrupting your frequent moans.

It wouldn't hurt so much if you'd given in on your own earlier

With that thought in mind, Franklin kept up the harsh pace, his cock battering open your pussy until he was able to sheath himself in all the way. Your tears that fell as a result of that were numerous, but never once did you tell him to stop.

Eventually Franklin flipped you over onto your front, forcing you onto your hands and knees to fuck you from behind. He changed up where he held you, now keeping one hand securely in your hair while the other slapped your ass. Once again your shrieks and squeals echoed in the room, and Franklin alternated which hand was holding you, delighting in seeing the way your skin became marked up from the force of his hits.

The way he hit you combined with his dick hitting a particular spot inside of you had you cumming again, and the feeling of your heat pressing down around his cock was what pushed him over the edge. With one hand still in your hair, Franklin pressed you down into the mattress while he kept your hips raised, leaving you to squirm as you felt his cum spilling out and dripping down your thighs.

A satisfied moan left his lips as Franklin loosened his grip on you, keeping his cock inside of you as he began to stroke your hair softly as he looked you over. Your skin was still hot to the touch, a layer of sweat covering you as you trembled beneath him. A quick glance towards the quickly bruising skin of your ass and there was no doubt that the next day would be uncomfortable for you whenever you would need to sit down. With how hard he'd hit you, maybe it would last longer than that.

Good.

Franklin leaned over you, the brief reprieve all he needed before he felt he could go again as he moved you over onto your side. He began fucking you from a new angle, and with how sensitive your previous orgasms had left you, your throat was quickly turning raw from how often he had you moaning.

When you pushed yourself up by your arms and once again reached for him, he chose to indulge you. With a shaky hand, you reached out to cup his cheek and pull him forward, and the action ended with you placing a soft kiss on his lips.

He kissed you back, at first matching your softness, then he pulled away to bury his face in your neck, covering it in lovebites and resuming the harshness of his thrusting.

He took you several times that night, and it was long overdue for both of you. Franklin painted your hot little walls white several times that night as he claimed you, and any and all fight had completely vanished from your system. Even in your exhausted state, you still tried to meet his thrusts, the drug having you far gone enough that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

By the end of it, you were fully naked and slumped over on the bed, your body still twitching as you tried to recover while Franklin's breathing was still calming down as he sat next to you. He reached out to you again, once more to pet your head after he brushed the hair out of your face. The noise you made upon feeling his touch sounded as though you were satisfied.

Not long after, the toll of the long night finally forced you into sleep.

Despite being early in the morning, it was still dark out when you got up from the bed, Franklin waking up shortly before you left the room due to the loud way in which you had stumbled about on your way out the door. A light on the other side of the hallway shone into the bedroom afterwards.

When he heard no further activity, Franklin got up to follow after you.

He found you standing at the sink, your hands gripping the edge of the surface to hold yourself up while you stared at the mirror before you. Your eyebrows were furrowed and you were frowning as you looked at the figure that stared back at you, taking in the sight of the bruises that had been left upon your skin. Your gaze went to him when you realized he was standing in the doorway, and it then seemed as though you were filled with a vague sense of distress just at the sight of him.

Franklin pretended not to notice that as he asked “everything alright?”

“….. I don't know,” you answered.

You looked back to the mirror as your hand left its place on the sink to trail over a mark that had been left on your collarbone, though you almost immediately placed your hand back on the sink when you unintentionally began to lean forward. Franklin was quick to steady you as he held you by your shoulders.

“You should come back to bed and lay down,” he told you, “I don't want you falling over.”

You didn't reply, instead looking down at the bruises that were scattered across your body.

“What happened earlier?” you asked suddenly.

Franklin blinked.

“What do you mean? We had sex.”

“Yeah, but….”

You trailed off as you looked away from him, your hands gripping the sides of the sink hard while your mind going over the events from only a few hours earlier. Then you opened your mouth as if you were going to speak, and after struggling to come up with the words, you spoke again.

“Did you…?”

Once more you left your sentence unfinished, and this time it seemed as though you were too scared to complete it.

“Did I what?” Franklin asked, making a point to raise his brow in question as though he had no idea what you were getting at.

“…. Did…. Did you drug me?”

Your question hung in the air while the seconds passed by in silence. Franklin didn't reply and you didn't look at him.

Then Franklin's hands fell from your shoulders. You looked back to him then, only to find an irritated expression on his face.

“Really?”

That one word that was dripping with disgust was all he said to you before he turned away, heading back towards the bedroom and making it a few steps into the hallway, intent on leaving you where you were.

Franklin was stopped when you grabbed him by the arm.

“I'm sorry!”

You were crying – sobbing, as you held onto him, both of your arms wrapped around his.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” you repeated, “I don't know why I said that. I'm sorry, please-!”

Apologies continued to spill from your mouth as your knees sank down onto the floor, still keeping your grip on his arm as your hands slid down to hold onto his wrist. He looked down at you, watching the way your tears flowed while you sat on the cold floor of the hallway, your weak hold on him likely the only reason as to why you were staying upright.

If Franklin wanted to be cruel, he would've wrenched his wrist away from you and gone back to bed, leaving you a sobbing mess in the hallway. Maybe he would give you the same treatment you'd been giving him for the past few weeks. How devastating would it be if you could only get one word answers from him? To have your only source of company not want anything to do with you? How well would you handle any of that now that you'd been forced into this state?

As interesting as it might be to find that out, he didn't want that right now.

While he did pull out of your grip, he did so gently and scooped you into his arms after, holding you while you cried. You wrapped your arms tight around his neck, as though you were scared he would vanish right then and there.

“It's alright. Don't cry,” he began, petting your hair again as he added “you haven't gotten a lot of sleep. That's probably making you say things that you don't mean.”

You nodded.

“The only reason you're feeling strange is because you've been feeling alone and stir crazy for a while now, right?” he asked.

You nodded again, eagerly accepting the explanation Franklin had provided for you without an ounce of hesitation. He wondered if you were actually listening to him or if you were just so desperate for him to not reject you that the words were going right over your head.

Regardless of what it was, at least it had you holding him again.

Franklin placed a kiss on your forehead, and that seemed to calm you down some, though your grip around his neck didn't loosen much.

“It's okay. So let's just forget about this and get some sleep,” he mumbled against your skin.

You nodded in agreement for a third time.

You clung to him even after he had placed you back in the bed, one of your hands on his chest while you cuddled up against his side. Franklin wrapped an arm around you to hold you close, and that further helped in calming your mood as your tears finally stopped, though you continued to sniffle for a few moments longer. He continued to give you reassuring touches as he caressed your skin, something you appreciated as you nuzzled your face against his chest.

Not long after the sad noises coming from you stopped as you finally fell back asleep. Your arms were still around him, and his body felt warmer in the areas where he felt your touch.

Franklin felt content as he continued to caress your skin.

This was the way it was supposed to be, he thought to himself.

You by his side, readily accepting his touch and offering your own affection in return. That was how things should be between the two of you.

And things would be like that from this point onward; Franklin would make sure of it. No more of the constant back and forth of ignoring his presence and then being all over him. No more of your barely hidden contempt as you went out of your way to avoid him. You were his, and just as much as you were meant to love him back, you were meant to give yourself to him so that the both of you could feel pleasure.

Franklin hoped you would remember that from now on.

And if not….

Well, he had plenty of pills left.

[animeyanderelover]

Anon: Could i request platonic yandere machi and yandere chrollo, pakunoda, uvogin, franklin, hisoka feitan, nobunga, kortopi with machi’s older brother who has all the powers and power level of saiki kusuo, and so hes really infamous due to his powers even if they dont know his face or how he looks like, and also kind of protective of machi due to the work she does and also willing to help her out in missions even though he is not part of the spiders. But only if Machi is in trouble and is not as willing to help if its because other members are in trouble. Also i feel like reader would come really handy after chrollo lost his nen, not even just for communicating but also for helping him exorcise the nen bc in the real anime he showed us that he could restore life so i would doubt that there is anything saiki couldnt do.

I have not watched Saiki K so I had to read through an article to understand his powers and what I understood from it is that this dude can basically do everything. Also, considering that both Machi and Saiki have pink hair they may as well be siblings an an alternitive timeline. Obviously Machi is platonic in here but I also made Kortopi platonic whilst the rest leans into the romantic obsession. I also kind of connected everyone's Hc's in the sense that all of them develop an obsession for male reader here.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, clinginess, stalking, Hisoka creepiness, protective behavior, manipulation, male s/o

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @cynniical @shenryu-sama @maggiequinn59

Machi's brother with powers like Saiki Kusuo

The Phantom Troupe are like the spiders that adorn their bodies as a tattoo. They hide in every nook and cranny to get their hands on the goods that they desire to claim. Tales of your existence are only shared in the darkest slums or the highest societies, your Nen hailed as the strongest in existence. None of those people have a connection to you as strong as the Phantom Troupe though yet they are simultanously closer yet also still as far away from you as everyone else. Machi has sworn loyalty to the troupe from the moment they were founded by Chrollo and has confessed that this legendary figure is none other than her older brother. Intrest in you had been there from the moment of that reveal and it is still there even to this day as Chrollo even intended to have you join the troupe as well yet from what Machi told everyone you were a lone wolf who only really cared about your younger sister and who most likely wouldn't bother helping other members. True to her word in all the years none of them ever saw you. It isn't until the unfortunate encounter with Kurapika that Machi decides to ask for your help and, though reluctantly, you agree.

Chrollo Lucilfer

📖Chrollo's interest in you has festered over the years as you are an anomaly to him, someone he can't get his hands on. There has always been far too little information about you as truth couldn't be separated from rumors and even Machi, the greatest source of information, has always been guarded about the knowledge she revealed about you. Chrollo has decided to respect her decision to not reveal any information about you though even if it doesn't satiate the growing dark tear in him that longs to be filled with the knowledge of you and your Nen. As unfortunate as the encounter with the chain user has been for him and the troupe, at least it hasn't been a complete loss to him as you travel to their current hideout. Dark eyes gauge your every reaction from the moment you appear as if you were a frog and he the hawk planning to catch you. Only that you are no mere prey as you soon showcase. Not only do you exorcise Kurapika's Nen from him but on a sudden whim you even decide to use Restoration to revive Pakunoda and Uvogin, two spiders who did in Yorknew City. Your Nen exceeds everything the rumors say and it is then that he knows he can't let you leave again.

📖​Normally he would simply use his Nen to steal your abilities from you yet there are two factors that make this all quite difficult. After all you are Machi's older brother and as loyal as Machi is to him she would be opposed to the idea of her leader stealing your Nen. Then there is also you who does not trust him in the least and additionally knows of his Nen and how it works. Obviously you wouldn't trust him then as soon as he attempts to question you about how your Nen works. Convincing you to stay after you have done what you have deemed to be necessary is difficult as you have no interest to join the troupe or to become an ally. Chrollo still tries to engage you as he does his best to prolong your stay as long as possible by providing you with all comfort and things you like and enjoy. What is it that you really want? How can he bind you to the troupe, specifically to him? He tries to read through your bored face as he attempts to piece together the puzzle that is you. He can't let you escape his grasp now that he finally has you in front of him after years of waiting for this chance.

Feitan Portor

☠️​Feitan can't quite get along with you at first. He only accepts your presence because you are here to help Chrollo and just like everyone, except Machi who doesn't look overly surprised, he is left in shock when you even restore two deceased members of the troupe. With such power comes the unavoidable caution and distrust in him though. He knew that your Nen was refered to as the strongest for a reason yet he would have never thought it to be to this extent. You're neither a member nor do you call yourself an ally so having you in the hideout of the Phantom Troupe is a dangerous gamble in his eyes and he only grows more hostile when he realises how much interest other members start to have in you. He has voiced his worries to Chrollo who assured him that you wouldn't do anything as you, even if begrudgingly, respected Machi's own desires and wishes. The interest his leader has in you is at that point obvious to him and he silently wonders if you have put a spell on all of them as he seethes with silent anger.

☠️​It is when he realises how dismissive and disrespectful you are around other members, especially Chrollo who they all respect, that he snaps and requests if he can talk to you alone. His voice is a low hiss as he tells you that he doesn't trust you and that he is fed up with your nonchalant behavior in the face of even Chrollo. Your face remains as bored as ever, only fueling his wrath as he starts cursing under his breath. It is then that you propose a fight all of a sudden in hopes of cutting this conversation short since you're feeling tired, nonchalantly dismissing his words and even his powers as if he weren't a feared member of the troupe. Feitan accepts as you have not only insulted his pride but because he is secretly also curious just how much your Nen can do. Everything is over within a few seconds and he can only glare at you with humiliation yet also a hint of reverence, begrudgingly admitting that you are at least not a dog who knows only how to bark. His feelings for you take a spin after that day and by god does he despise turning into a fool just like the rest of the members. He doesn't believe in the idea of talking you into joining. Thieves take what they want after all.

Pakunoda

💘​Pakunoda sacrificed her life with no regrets at all as she had done so to ensure the survival of the rest of the spiders. She didn't know that Machi would not only contact but convince her brother to help this one point and she especially didn't expect to come to her senses only to look up at you. She hasn't been told who you are yet your pink hair as well as the colder look on your face instantly brings back memories of Machi as she looks at you before other familiar faces pop into her vision. Some of them hide it better whilst others don't but the shock filling the air due to her revival is almost palpable to her. It is when Machi leans down and her and your face are basically next to each other that Pakunoda asks if you are her brother. You just roll your eyes before asking if it shouldn't be obvious, your snarky tone earning you a glare from Machi and Feitan before you raise your hands in surrender and apologise. So that is the man who can create miracles with his Nen? As she slowly sits up, feeling her previously crushed heart beating again in her chest she comes to realise that no rumor could have done your abilities justice.

💘​The gratitude and respect she gives you afterwards isn't because you brought her back from the dead though. No, it is because you helped Chrollo and the rest of the spiders with your abilities that they wouldn't have found anywhere else in the world. You do not seem to like being praised though as you grumble that this is a one-time thing and that you won't help them next time. You do not let her touch you very much and initially suspects that you probably don't trust her abilities. Machi reassures you though that her Nen most likely wouldn't work against your bullshit powers anyways and that you just aren't too fond of physical touch, a true lone wolf through and through. You seem to tolerate Pakunoda's presence though more than others and she feels weirdly flattered by that as she isn't trying to pry information out of you nor tries to sweet-talk you into joining the crew. She's aware of Chrollo's desire to have you permanantly stay and in fact the man has been requesting her to try to assist him, acknowledging with a note of displeasure that you tolerate her presence more than his own.

Machi Komacine

🪡​As much bickering as the two of you have going on Machi has always seen you as someone very precious to her. Whenever she had nothing to do she would seek you out. The both of you had no phones to call each other or no other way to pass messages back and forth but you always found her anyways when she was alone and wasn't involved in any troupe activities. Even Machi doesn't know the full extent of your powers but at this rate she has accepted that nothing will surprise her anymore so she is the only one who isn't left in awe when you revive not one but two dead people, merely muttering that such a bullshit power could really only belong to you. Your younger sister knows that you aren't a big fan of helping other people or getting involved with her other family and it took her quite a lot of convincing and the ominous promise that she gave you that she would fulfill you a favor for each thing you do to help her and the troupe. She owes you three favors now but you do not tell her what you will ask of her later on and silently she dreads what humiliating things you will ask of her to do.

🪡​Even if you are the strongest Nen user currently alive, Machi worries about your health. She knows that you are quite lazy and that your diet isn't the healthiest so now that you reside for an unknown time in the spider hideout she sees it through that you receive proper meals instead of devouring fast food or unhealthy snacks. She cooks for you and insists you to eat it even if she has to hold a glaring match with you. People like Nobunaga and Pakunoda note that Machi has never looked quite as lively now that you are around and it amuses them to see her getting so easily worked up as she gets into proper sibling fights with you because you refuse to eat the meals she has served you as if you were a little child. Machi has always been sharp though and she realises with a growing unease how much interest you seem to receive from pretty much everyone around you and it comes to her as no surprise when even Chrollo approaches her and asks her if she knows of a way to convince you to join as her loyalty seems to get tested now that she has finally brought you to meet the Phantom Troupe.

Uvogin

🫀​Uvogin, upon initially being revived, nearly tries to crush your head. He accidentally knocks your glasses off and as you meet his eyes you petrify him. This major accident is one of the main reasons why Feitan initially antagonises you so much even as Machi steps in and protects you, informing him that this is a power you can't control which is why you always wear glasses to not accidentally turn everyone you look into the eyes to stone. You joke 24 hours later when the effect of your powers finally wears off that at least Uvogin seems to have calmed down. Soon it turns out for you that perhaps you should have just tried to petrify him for a longer time as Uvogin's interest in you is immense. He knows no personal boundaries, his hygiene is terrible and he is way too touchy and friendly with you as if the both of you are long lost buddies. As soon as he swings an arm around your shoulder and gets all chummy with you, you always turn around to search for Machi in a silent plead for help as his strong body odor assaults your nose.

🫀​There is only one time where you caved in to have an arm wresting match with him out of sheer desperation to get away from him and to take a shower. Your super strength is one of your abilities that you have arguably the least control over though and your drawn out despair to get away from Uvogin at this rate is so big that you by accident break the table, his arm as well as a good portion of the ground beneath you. Uvogin is not in the least offended though as he gives you a boisterous laugh, pats your back with his not broken arm as he speaks that he didn't expect anything less from you. As soon as Uvogin spots you anywhere he immediately greets you whilst you visibly flinch, asks you if you want a few cans of beer before flopping down next to you and shoving a few cans into your arms, completely oblivious to how awkwardly stiff you have gotten next to him as he asks you with a grin if you perhaps have a few embarrassing tales of Machi you could share with him as the pink-haired woman is usually always so cold and distant.

Nobunaga Hazama

🗡Nobunaga is by far one of the most laid-back members and whilst he understands where Feitan's wariness comes from he has also always been more logical in his approach as he understands that you are the best as well as safest option for the troupe. He trusts Machi after all to keep you in check. Similiar to Pakunoda he feels like he has to express his gratitude as he knows that no one requested of you to revive two members who had been killed in Yorknew City as the only thing asked of you was to exorcise the Nen the chain user had used on Chrollo. Due to his more quiet and lax demeanor he is able to spend more time with you than some other members who you downright seem to flee from as soon as you sense their presence. It is somewhat laughable when he sometimes observes you quietly from the sidelines. For someone who is as powerful as you are it is quite nice to see that you haven't let the power get to your head and he is especially delighted when he sees how Machi and you start properly arguing like any good siblings do and over the silliest things as well.

🗡He is quite lucid of his own feelings as well as the feelings many other spiders seem to develop for you. It is when he even realises that Chrollo seems to have developed a longing for you that he finds himself stepping back a bit. He knows that you aren't the most social person and that all the chaos that slowly starts to unravel due to everyone's growing obsession may tire you out so he takes a similar position as Pakunoda in it all to be an anchor for you in the brewing storm. He is mindful and never pushy with you which seems to work as you often seek shelter with either him or Pakunoda to escape from the mess in the making, a deep sigh escaping you as soon as you are alone with the both of them. He takes pride in that though even if he does feel a sense of guilt born out of loyalty and trust as he knows that other members and even Chrollo to an extent envy him for the security you feel around him. At the same time he also knows that you could easily use your Nen for all kind of things and actually consciously hold back from lashing out to not sadden your sister and he knows better than to test your patience.

Franklin Bordeau

🧟​Similar to Feitan Franklin is initially filled with distrust when you arrive in their hideout, his tall figure always looming behind you as he is prepared to pierce you with multiple bullets should you even attempt to try anything funny. He's not quite as hostile as their most sadistic member though as he does acknowledge you for the things that you ultimately end up doing for the troupe. You not only exorcise the Nen of the chain user but you also revive two of their members and whilst he still wouldn't see you as an ally he at least doesn't look like he is about to fill you with bullet holes as soon as you take a wrong breath. Partially this is a simple result of having seen only a fraction of your power as Franklin has started to wonder how much he alone could do against you to begin with as your full abilities remain a secret. He does attempt to interogate Machi about your true powers, even threatens her for a bit only to realise that she is telling the truth when she admits that not even she knows the full extent of your Nen.

🧟​He watches with growing worry how you seemingly bewitch other members of the troupe who grow borderline obsessed with you and he does consider ambushing you without your knowledge without you being aware of it but the problem is that you are so rarely left alone at all. What he doesn't expect though is for you to seek him out willingly as you at this rate take all of his hostility over the minsfuck that is the obsession of the other members. It is quite rude, the way you lament over their behavior and don't even spare complaining about Chrollo but on the other hand even Franklin has to admit that they have been acting off around you recently. Multiple chances to try to attack you present themselves as you seem to deem Franklin as a safe person yet Franklin soon forgets about those plans as the disease called obsession slowly catches up to him as well. Instead new ideas start filling his head as he wonders what would be the best way to keep you with the troupe and to not have you disppear. He shares the same mindset as Feitan though. They're thieves and thieves steal what they want to have with brains and force.

Kortopi

▫️​Kortopi has been quite fascinated with you ever since it was revealed so many years ago that you are in fact Machi's older brother. He's always been curious what kind of person the brother of Machi would be and he is inwardly quite giddy when it is decided that you will travel to their current hideout and assist them for a while. As soon as you do arrive and showcase what is only a little of your real power he is quite amazed and desperately wants to get a chance to talk with you yet all of this is made quite complicated as soon as all other members start swarming around you. It is at one point no secret that almost all members of the Phantom Troupe have gained some sort of obsession with you and he feels left out and by extension also starts feeling somewhat self-conscious. After all from a physical aspect he is the weakest of all the current members and it is when he sees you breaking the arm of Uvogin during an arm restling match that he starts wondering if he so far has been overlooked by you because you only spare time for members who are stronger as you are without a doubt the strongest person in this hideout.

▫️​Kortopi starts stalking you excessively as he doesn't seem to get his chance as you are either in the company of other members or magically disappear when you are fed up and need some desperate time to yourself. He feels depressed and increasingly more insecure until he one day seems to struck gold as he catches you outside the hideout, lying on the ground with your eyes closed. He's always hoped to meet you whilst you were alone but now that it has happened he doesn't even know what he is supposed to say. It is you who beckons him closer as soon as you notice that he stands there as if someone has pressed the pause button, invite him over since you haven't really seen him before. You remain somewhat harsh and cold, really reminding him whose older brother you are, but you are nicer to him than to some other members and that is the confidence boost he needs to approach you from that day on without worries even when you are already in company of other spiders.

Hisoka Morow

🃏​Hisoka has regretted few things as much as leaving the Phantom Troupe after the Yorknew City incident when he finds out that Machi has called her older brother to help the troupe. He has always wanted to fight Chrollo which is one of the reasons why he joined the spiders in the first place but an even bigger desire of his has been to find out where he could find you only to be severely disappointed when finding out that Machi didn't know where you were either and that she didn't have an established system through which she could contact you. He did consider getting her into danger in hopes that you would come to rescue her but Machi has always been careful and smart around him. He didn't consider that you would come even though Machi herself isn't in danger as he thought you only cared about her yet Machi seems to have persuaded you into doing it this once. He stalks the traces of the Phantom Troupe and sneaks close to their hideout, trying to detect you. He finds you when you are all by yourself as you merely desired solitude for a while only to sense Hisoka's bloodlust. He attacks on sight only for you to turn him into stone, startled by yet another weirdo.

🃏​The troupe has never really trusted him but as soon as they discover that the clown has his eyes on you they become even more hostile. It is quite amusing for Hisoka to see all of them wanting to shield and protect you from him and under normal circumstances he would have enjoyed the idea of fighting them as well. Unfortunately they are now mere sidequests as he desperately wants his fight with you. He does apologise later on to you about his unsavoury first introduction though the thrilled gleam that he is barely able to conceal is something you take notice of. You have no interest or desire to give in to his wishes though, refuse to show him the true extent of your Nen abilities and it is sweet agony to Hisoka as you are basically his wet dream with your powers. He desperately needs you to give him a taste of your strength and to achieve his desires he will play sly and merciless. Your little sister is the most precious thing to you and he's sure as a good big brother you would be enraged if something were to happen to her, wouldn't you?

[rinhxh]

Cute fanart. 😆

From my old folder (again). It's been about 15 years. So no longer remember the original source.

I like the effort of the artist because she / he makes the details of the even more chibi version as the background.

Everyone is nice and looks cute, but I can't help but focus on flirty Hisoka and annoyed Machi, as usual. 😊

Thanks to whoever drew this cute fanart. 🙏

Edit: The source is in the lower right corner. 😅

[ataraxiaspainting]

500 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 － 𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽

dean cornwell, the other side, 1918

-> aya here - i just wanted to let you all know that i am so, so thankful for you all, and that the support is still strong despite the two-month long hiatus. my gratitude will be never ending, for this community has prevented me from fully burning out this whole time. once again, thank you all so much! ♡︎

achille beltrame, fanciulla con lillà

-> how the event works...

the tarot card event will be telling the fortunes of jujutsu kaisen, hunter x hunter, genshin impact, honkai: star rail, and twisted wonderland characters until august 27th. please do not request anything beyond this date, because our teller would have left by then.

this is an x reader event, and not a character x character event. no exceptions will be made. requests must also follow my rules.

all characters will be written sfw only, but requests with mentions/implications of such will still be accepted. no character with not sfw implications that is below the age of 18 will be written.

you can choose up to three cards and a mandatory other type of card with the fortunes of a maximum of three characters, separate or otherwise.

꧁★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆꧂

-> potential characters...

jujutsu kaisen - gojo satoru, geto suguru, mahito, sukuna ryomen, nanami kento, mei mei, megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, toji fushiguro

hunter x hunter - chrollo lucilfer, nobunaga hazama, feitan portor, machi komacine, hisoka morrow, phinks magcub, shalnark, franklin bordeau, shizuku murasaki, pakunoda, bonolenov, uvogin, kurapika, illumi zoldyck, pariston hill

genshin impact - scaramouche/wanderer, zhongli, albedo, xiao, eula, raiden shogun, kazuha, childe, cyno, alhaitham, kaveh, diluc, kaeya, kamisato ayato, arlecchino, columbina, capitano, dottore, pantalone, beidou

honkai: star rail - kafka, blade, dan heng/imbibitor lunae, aventurine, dr. ratio, jing yuan, sunday, black swan, topaz, jade, ruan mei, serval, boothill, argenti

twisted wonderland - malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge, leona kingscholar, jade leech, floyd leech, azul ashengrotto, riddle rosehearts, jamil viper, vil schoenheit, rook hunt, rollo flamm, idia shroud, kalim al-asim, silver, sebek zigvolt, neige leblanche, che'nya, ace trappola, deuce spade, cater diamond, trey clover, ruggie bucchi, jack howl, epel felmier

꧁♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎꧂

-> the major arcana - upright

non-yandere

-> the fool - a pillar of order falls for a reader who is free spirited.

-> the magician - your dear partner makes something special with you (or for you).

-> the high priestess - you repress your feelings for someone you have had a crush on for months, or even years.

-> the empress - you host a picnic or some other nature activity.

-> the emperor - your child and your partner bond as you pretend to not notice.

-> the hierophant - your partner, who comes from a traditional family, refuses to find someone else to please them.

-> the lovers - a day in the life of you and your partner doing housework together.

-> the chariot - you and your partner attempt to have healthier habits and encourage each other.

-> strength - someone stops you from being harassed.

-> the hermit - they dream of you.

-> the wheel of fortune - your relationship goes to the next level.

-> justice - you make up after an argument.

-> the hanged man - they leave work early to comfort you.

-> death - you two move in together.

-> temperance - you meet in the middle for a date idea.

-> the devil - your friend convinces you to not get back with your ex.

-> the tower - a rumor spreads about you, but your partner ends it.

-> the star - you both open up about your insecurities.

-> the moon - a nighttime routine.

-> the sun - you go out for your first-year anniversary.

-> judgement - you comfort them after someone says that you're too good for them.

-> the world - play wrestling.

-> the major arcana - reversed

yandere

-> the fool - naive reader.

-> the magician - drugging.

-> the high priestess - your kidnapper isn't the best at expressing their feelings.

-> the empress - they smother you so much you do not know right from wrong anymore.

-> the emperor - your stalker has blackmail on you.

-> the hierophant - you refuse to conform, until your kidnapper snaps.

-> the lovers - a wedding is supposed to be a happy day for all, but you only cry.

-> the chariot - there is knocking on your bedroom window, and a voice telling you to let them in.

-> strength - they are convinced you feel your worst when you are not with them.

-> the hermit - after being put in a white room for quite some time, you are back to how they want you to be.

-> the wheel of fortune - you wake to warm sheets, cold sweat, and familiar blood on the mattress. your period is back, but your captor has no idea... or so you think.

-> justice - shadows of the past are doomed to resurface sometime or another. it is up to them to push them back into the desolate earth.

-> the hanged man - they keep telling you that they will take you outside tomorrow.

-> death - the only place they take you regularly is their self-made cemetery.

-> temperance - they attempt to see things your way.

-> the devil - they can buy your worth in gold but choose to steal you anyway.

-> the tower - everyone in this event is dead... aside from you and them.

-> the star - after much work, you are brought back from the dead.

-> the moon - they watch you sleep.

-> the sun - your captor decides to do something special to celebrate your birthday.

-> judgement - someone figures out where you are and attempts to save you.

-> the world - you successfully escape, only to come face to face with unfortunate familiarity years later.

꧁✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀꧂

-> other types of cards

type of writing

-> suit of wands - a fanfic with a minimum of 1k words.

-> suit of cups - a short story/concept with a word count between 300 and 1k.

-> suit of swords - headcanons with a maximum of ten to fifteen bullets per character.

-> suit of pentacles - an AU request. the suit of pentacles is a special case, so another type of card has to be chosen along with it. please also specify the AU you want.

꧁♔♕♔♕♔♕♔♕♔♕꧂

-> examples of requests include...

sunday, major arcana - reversed, death, the devil, the hanged man, suit of wands. gojo satoru, major arcana - upright, the magician, the empress, suit of cups. chrollo lucilfer, major arcana - reversed, the devil, the emperor, the wheel of fortune, suit of pentacles with demon chrollo, suit of wands. lilia vanrouge, major arcana - reversed, the empress, the moon, suit of swords. eula, major arcana - upright, the tower, suit of cups.

[ghostlyforxst]

Greetings, welcome to the Hunter X Hunter material list. Listed below are the stories I've writen and if you have any desires you'll like to summon, you more than welcome to curse my inbox or messages with them! As more is requested, or comes to mind, more characters will be added.

☆ - NSFW

PHANTOM TROUPE

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊CHROLLO LUCIFER₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 YANDERE ALPHABET WITH CHROLLO LUCIFER

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊NOBUNAGA HAZAMA₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊FEITAN PORTOR₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊MACHI KOMACINE₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊PHINKS MAGCUB₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PHINKS X GN! READER

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊FRANKLIN BORDEAU₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊SHIZUKU MURASAKI₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊SHALNARK₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊PAKUNODA₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊UVOGIN₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

ZOLDYCKS

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊SILVA ZOLDYCK₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊ILLUMI ZOLDYCK₊ ﾟ · 𓍊

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊KILLUA ZOLDYCK₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

HUNTERS

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊GON FREECSS₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊KURAPIKA₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊LEORIO PARADIKNIGHT₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 LEORIO PARADIKNIGHT X M! READER ☆

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊HISOKA MOROW₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊KITE₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

CHIMERA ANTS

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊MERUEM₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

HEADCANNONS (MULTIPLE CHARACTERS)

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

INTERVIEW (GOT A QUESTION FOR A CHARACTER? WANT THEM TO TELL YOU HOW THEY'LL REACT ABOUT SOMETHING? ASK!)

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

[babydaddyleorio]

hii! can i request the phantom troupe's reactions/feelings when chrollo's darling flirts with them? would they be tempted or loyal to chrollo? thank u in advance! :3

As moral-less as the phantom troupe may be, they would still never risk their loyalty to their boss.

If you flirt with uvo, he’d probably just laugh it off. Would even call the other members in a “get a load of this” type of manner because he finds the whole encounter hilarious. Though it seems like he’d be more likely than the rest to take you on your offer, uvogin knows his place and his respect for chrollo comes before anything.

If you flirt with paku, expect a small grin. She’d probably tell you she was flattered, though it’s clear that’s as far as it goes. If you’re lucky, she may even send you a compliment back, but it’s very genuine and void of any undertones.

If you flirt with feitan, he just stares at you. He already doesn’t trust you, so his eyes slowly narrow into slits at your betrayal of his boss. Will also probably be the one to snitch or make a big scene about your advances.

If you flirt with phinks, expect nervous looking around. Though you make him tongue-tied in disbelief, he’s not trying to get involved in a possible entanglement with you. You’re very attractive to him, his excessive throat clearing in response to your flirting making that beyond obvious. Though, then again, phinks also loves being alive... so he’ll pass.

If you flirt with nobunaga, he’s probably surprised more than anything. An “are you crazy?” type of shock before his mood transforms into pure annoyance. He can’t believe you’d be so bold, especially with chrollo having ears everywhere, so he makes sure to scold you into never doing that again.

If you flirt with franklin, he’s sweet but lets you down gently. When you ask why he’s not interested, franklin responds with “you’re just not my type”. Ouch, at least he was honest.

If you flirt with shalnark, he’s laughing loudly at your corny pick-up line. “real funny, y/n!”-- shalnark doesn’t take you seriously in the slightest, though because he thrives for drama, he definitely lets chrollo know about the ordeal. Just like feitan, shalnark is petty and practically sprints to snitch on you.

If you flirt with machi, she’s rolling her eyes at you. Not because she doesn’t think you’re cute, but because your flirting is simply awful and too cheesy for her liking. She tells you to come back once you get some game.

If you flirt with shizuku, she probably wouldn’t even catch that you were making a move on her. She’s clueless on all accounts, and someone hitting on her is no different. 

You end up just giving up in the end, trudging towards chrollo. He smirks triumphantly since he already knew you’d fail.

[cherrysha]

A Promise of Greatness

This is a collab with my virtual wife @ramwrites who has the ability to dream up these crazy incredible AU’s. Her fic can be found here , and while I encourage everyone to read her amazing work first, these don’t have to be read in order for the plots to make sense. 

Word Count: 6.5K

Warnings: Violence, Murder, Religious Symbolism, Religious Institutions, Branding, God!Franklin, Female Reader, Slightly Yandere Franklin

He comes to you in the form of a dream. The forge is barely lit besides the glow of the furnace, that looks eerily like your own, and the flames that encircle the peripherals of the room. The comfort of it is almost enough to ward off the terror you feel at being surrounded by fire, almost swallowed whole by it, the heat being an all too familiar feeling on your sweaty skin. A man, a giant hulking form of a man, cloaked in shadow and almost opaque, smiths in front of you. His thick arm, almost abnormally large and only made to appear larger with the vast shadows enshrouding him, repeatedly swings a hammer and casts up dazzling sparks with every downward stroke. You can only see his back, but his voice is loud and clear when he speaks to you.

“Perfect creations require perfect materials.” There’s silence as he casts a deafening blow to the brightly heated metal on the iron below him. You can’t quite find your voice, its lost to you as your mouth opens to form words. When the sound of metal hitting metal has stopped reverberating around you, he speaks again.

“Even something as simple as chains” he pauses to release a deep sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he stares at the metal in front of him. “Is only the strongest when crafted from the strongest.” his muscles flex as he brings the hammer back above his head before pounding at the dimly lit metal in a flurry. When your eyes cast downwards to what was once an unrecognizable lump, in its place lay delicate chains, cooled enough that they no longer glow, the likes of which you’d never seen. The gasp that leaves you is silent, your voice still lost to you, as you admire the work of the smith. Its intricate, a golden hue with delicate details that should not have been possible with the way that the man had been swinging the giant hammer in his hand. “Go to the temple and find the materials.” He finally turns his face towards you, but you still cannot see any of his features.

“If you can impress me, then maybe I can bestow these gifts upon you.”

~

You’ve never been pious. Have never felt the urge to know of any gods, old or new. The forge is where true strength lay. Your hands, the weight of a sturdy hammer striking hot metal and creating something fresh to this world. No god could give you faith or power like a burning furnace and the knowledge of creating your own. So why where you here?

The temple stands barren in front of you, dirt and debris cluttering the grand staircase that lay one step ahead. Some of the old gods had been cast aside for more than a millennium now, only the oldest people in the village truly believing in the power that they once held. They were too old to manage the upkeep of the decrepit building, and too strict in their ways to entice nonbelievers to their ancient religion. With a cautious step forward, you make your way to the foreboding doors, thinking over your decision and pondering if opening this crypt was even truly worth it. It could be nothing more than your own mind that created the dream, but the fire had felt all too real, the voice which was urging every movement forward booming inside the confines of your mind. You came here to improve. To be the best, no, to become the greatest, and that urge had lit a fire under you. By the time you make it to the top of the stairs any second thoughts have already fizzled away into the background. Even if this was a lost cause, it didn’t hurt to look for yourself.

The interior is dark, and you curse as you fumble for a nearby torch hanging from a sconce, applauding your preparedness as you paw at the pocket of your breeches for the flint and wool you had stashed earlier. With little effort you deftly light it and the room is revealed before you. The only remnants of the dark residing in murky shadows lingering in the confines of corners. Its small, much smaller than you had anticipated from your view of the outside, with what looked to be a pit in the center, a small alter behind it, and massive columns flanking either side. Slowly, you make your way forward, revealing the pit to be nothing more than a rather steep staircase that gracefully twisted down into the darkness below. You curse, not quite expecting this and not quite willing to venture into the darkness that awaited you. There couldn’t be any animals lurking within the sealed temple, at least none that were big enough to do you any harm. And you weren’t the type to believe in the monsters of old, so there was no reason to fear what hid in the dark. Reluctantly you trudge on, making your way down the steep set of stairs.

This temple had been abandoned since before you were alive, there weren’t any indicators on the outside of which god this one belonged to either. It was grand, but not as imposing as the other temples you had seen around the country, and definitely not as ornamented either. What lay ahead, down into the silent abyss was a mystery to you, a mystery to most of the population.

As minutes tick by, the narrow passage opens into a space that seems almost unnaturally dark. Your torch only illuminates about 2 feet ahead before the shadows consume the flickering light. Looking around, your eyes fall upon a trough of what appears to be filled with fluid. It doesn’t take much thought to realize that it can't be water, and after a quick smell to assess that it was, in fact, oil you touch your torch to it, gasping as flames quickly consume the entirety of the room. The trough extends the entire perimeter of the massive hall, revealing that it’s at least triple the length of the room above, and easily double its width. The walls are seemingly made of obsidian, reflecting the flames in front of it and refracting the light throughout the hall.

Multiple forges flicker to life as the flames finally breach their hulls.

“No fuckin’ way.” Is all you can muster to say at the sight before you.

The system of lighting the forges is an intricate one, the cost of integrating it in the depths of an ancient temple is almost overwhelming to think about. With a shaky breath, you take your first steps into the expansive room.

~

Days pass almost endlessly as you tirelessly raid the storage room for supplies. The dream, the premonition, his words, rattle around in your skull.

“Perfect materials... perfect...” you mumble to yourself, lifting the heavy crates in search of something befitting his vision. If this were his temple, then wouldn’t all the materials in the storeroom be perfect? Would any of the old worshippers even dare to keep imperfect materials?

Your muscles ache, eyes burning from lack of sleep as the exhaustion settles deep down in your bones. Now that you weren’t swinging a hammer you could finally feel the days of little to no rest catching up to you.

“Maybe copper?” you whisper “No..no.. s’too soft.” Your hand comes to your face to thoughtfully rub at the soot there, and it forces a shudder to wrack through your frame, as if the sudden touch startles you. You'd searched the temple for days trying to find some type of clue, only discovering that the glyphs on the walls and in the decaying books were unintelligible, a language lost to time and forgotten to most commonfolk. On the bright side you had found a room that appeared to be an area for rest, a small cot made from maple and easily stuffed with fresh hay. No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t rest in this place, an urge to fulfill the wishes of the god an infectious itch in the back of your mind that drove you from slumber.

There were only a few options left that you could think of. With a defeated sigh, you take one last glance around the storage room before heading up into the main chamber.

It’s as dark and decrepit as you remember. Your feet echo in the emptiness of the room, a sound that only serves to unnerve you further. The wood upon the hearth of the alter is easily lit with your torch, old twigs being set alight with such little effort its surprising. With a groan you drop to your knees, head rolling back to clear the tension from your body as you try to gather your thoughts.

“uhm…” you start, still unsure if this would work. “I’m kind of… at a loss here? Could you maybe elaborate on the materials I need?” seconds tick by, the flame in the center of the alter flickering in the quiet of the room. “I don’t know much about this religion… do you require offerings?” you'd never prayed before, and even now the thought of speaking to anybody but yourself in the dimly lit room felt like madness. Were you going mad? Cooped up in a dusty abandoned building and hammering away at metal until your brain felt foggy around the edges… that didn’t seem like something a sane person would do.

Unclasping your hands, you get up from your spot, dusting off your breeches as if the action would make them any less grimy than they already were, before muttering to yourself. “Stupid idea” with a huff you leave the temple entirely, eyes adjusting to the brightness outside. You needed a shower. Something heavier on your stomach than the measly bread you had packed, something to quench the thirst that had crept over you as the days passed with no progress.

By the time you’ve cleaned yourself up and head into town, the tavern is as busy as usual. Even through the noise and the gaggle of people cluttering the building, you still find William there, in his usual spot at the bar. His back is to you, griping to some other man about god knows what, but as soon as you make to sit next to him his attention shifts to you.

“Ah! And where have you been?” a broad hand claps you over the shoulder before he pulls you in for an awkward side hug. “Thought I was gunna have to drink away my sorrows by myself” you chuckle, eyes finally straying from his as you order two more pints. One for you and one for him, hopefully he’d drink enough to hear you out. William was the only alchemist in the area, and your only source of knowledge besides your own mentor on the properties of metal. With his help, maybe your week’s long search could finally come to an end. It’d be a tough sell though; William wasn't fond of the temple or anything to do with it either. Many nights you'd heard his drunken griping over how ‘the atrocious thing should be ripped down already’. After a few drinks you finally find the courage to ask him.

“You know I’m not the religious type, y/n. ‘Specially considerin’ what those old coots say about the gods” he goes to take a swig of his mead before deciding against it in favor of berating you more “War? Murder?” he scoffs, sending you a withering look over his mug “You'd have to be crazy to believe that stuff really happened.” You sit, watching his throat bob as he gulps down the last dregs of his drink. “Thought you were the same way too.” He says under his breath, staring at the rim of the mug “Musta been starin’ at the fire in your forge too long”

“I have not!” You laugh, trying hard to be offended. His words might’ve held a sliver of truth, and that alone unnerved you more than it hurt your feelings.

With a nudge to his shoulder you sigh, taking a swig of your own ale and lingering there for a moment to process his words.

“I’m not asking you to believe, I don’t even know if I-“you stop yourself, hand coming up to massage your temples. “Look. There’s a giant forge in the temple. An endless supply of metal, and all I’m asking- hey!” your interrupted as he starts to shake his head. “All I’m asking is that you come take a look yourself. Tell me if they’re still worth crafting with.”

William leans back, stretching his neck as he does so, as if the conversation is slowly building stress in his weary muscles “Everyone knows to stay away from places like that… you know what they say…”

“Thought you said you didn’t believe in that type a stuff?” you counter, a sly smile playing on your lips.

With a dry chuckle he answers, “Yeah... guess you got a point.”

The giddiness in your voice is electric, your eyes lighting up at the small concession he’s willing to admit. It’s just enough for you to finally get your way. You clap him on the back “So that means you’ll check it out?”

“Yeah... yeah... you know you’re playin’ with fire, right?” an infectious smile is plastered to his face, but his eyes are serious. He’s right, you know that better than he may imagine, but you hold firm.

“Guess that’s why I so damn good at my job, huh?”

~

The walk back to the temple feels too long. Maybe its William’s incessant whining, his feet dragging to even leave his comfortable spot at the tavern. When you finally make it to the bottom the stairs outside of the temple, the building looks more ominous than it has in the past. It stands tall, pillars dully gleaming in the moonlight, and you take your first step with more hesitation than you had upon first entering the building.

When you enter the main hall, the torches you had lit before flicker and are snuffed out by a wind that doesn’t seem to belong. It might be the dark of the night, or William’s paranoia rubbing off on you, but the instant darkness gives you pause, goosebumps crawling up your arms and neck as an eerie feeling washes over you. William groans in protest, the noise is enough to snap you out of it. “I’m not goin’ any further until you relight that torch y/n”

“I am I am just give me a second.” You gripe “big fuckin’ scaredy cat”

“If my attitude is botherin’ ya please! Feel free to find another bastard that’ll walk into this hellhole with ya”

The flint takes longer than it should to ignite the torch you’ve pulled from a nearby sconce, fingers shakily scratching the material together quicker and quicker until, with a hushed curse, it finally catches again, albeit weaker than it was before. Upon further thought, there was nothing supernatural about the way the torches had snuffed out. it’d been years since the old things had been used. Maybe it was time to cover it in oil again. For someone who didn’t believe in the old gods, William’s superstitions were enough to cause you to lose all logic. The thought alone irritated you.

“C’mon” you grumble, and he follows with a whispered “You owe me a pint after this shit”, as if you hadn’t spent the last few hours draining your pockets for his sake.

The stairs groan underneath the combined weight of both set of feet, a difference that is not lost to you as you check your memory to see if you remember if they sounded as dilapidated as they do now. Its eerie in the calm darkness, just William’s labored breath and the constant creaking of the wooden staircase.

As you make your way deeper, the lack of light only serves to send a chill up your spine. You’d left the furnaces on, the forge burning brightly, certain that you'd be back in time to throw more fuel onto the fires. If anything, the troughs of oil surrounding the room should have left the furnaces lit, albeit dimmed in the absence of fuel in the form of coal.

“Don’t tell me you’re chickening out?” its as if he can sense your unease, looking back at your face and down the stairs again.

“You practically lived down here!”

“Shutup… s’your fear that’s rubbing off on me” which isn’t necessarily a lie, but your true fear could be unfounded. The furnace may have gone out by itself in the few hours that you'd been gone. There was no reason to rile him up further, to make him leave before he helped you.

He only grumbles in response.

It’s no surprise when you reach the bottom of the stairs, relight the trough of oil and find nothing sinister, but the suspense has done a great job of stirring your irritation towards the man still grumbling by your side. He sighs, rubbing a hand through his hair as he complains about the smell of oil, as if the massive underground forge before him is not worth any of his praise. You scoff, muttering for him to follow you to the storeroom before you lose any more of your patience.

You leave William there as you properly relight the largest furnace set at the very end of the expansive forge, shoveling extra coal onto the fire until you’re sure it won’t go out any time soon. Idly, you wait, watching the flames engulf the extra fuel as you ponder the size of the forge in front of you. Its gigantic, accompanied by the largest crucible you’ve ever seen, more akin to a bathtub full of molten metal than anything else. The first few days, you'd only filled it with enough iron ore to satisfy your needs. It didn’t take long before you realized that it was made to be full at all times, and by only filling it to suit your needs, you were compromising the integrity of the entire crucible. Now, there was enough molten iron ore and carbon bubbling inside to equip an army.

With a sigh, you watch the metal slowly heat back up, although it had never fully cooled in your short absence. The crucible was far too insulated to allow all of the heat to escape.

“What materials are you even looking for?” William asks as you meet him back in the storeroom.

Telling him about the dream would only lead to his quick departure from the temple, so instead you tell him half of the truth “I’m trying to recreate something ancient I think.” His eyebrows raise at the waver in your voice, “It’s a chain with ornamental engravings. What it looks like doesn’t matter, all I know is that I need a metal that looks like gold and is as strong as steel. I’ve been trying to recreate it with just steel, but the color isn’t right.”

Your eyes dart from his face and down to the crates full of raw ore. If William didn’t know, then you were surely out of luck.

William rolls his neck, hands on his hips as he takes a moment to think it over. “Well,” he begins “you think maybe it’s how you treat the steel after you're done forming it?”

“I don’t know…” is all you manage to say before he’s speaking again.

“I mean, different acids can cause some metals to change color.” He picks up a box of iron ore with a grunt, “you find anything besides ore in this place?”

“Not in this room, but I can look around the smithy and check.” You wanted to tell him that he was wrong, that the metal in your dream was not merely coated in a thin veneer of color, that gold radiated throughout the metal, but his idea had been an option you hadn’t yet explored, and there was no harm in trying.

“Well, I’ll fill the rest of the crucible and you can go look”

On the first day of discovering the temple, you had immediately been drawn to the largest furnace within the room, so you hadn’t spent much time at the other workstations in the smithy. Now that you were searching for something, anything you were hit with the realization that they had even less tools than the larger station on which you worked. Their irons smaller, their workstations made from ancient wood, and less variety of their tools. In comparison, the larger furnace had an ornate granite workstation with tools ranging from far too large for any ordinary human to feasibly work with, to smaller than you'd ever seen. There were containers of salt, of sand, and powdered carbon ash. Any material a smith could ever want was hidden somewhere on the large table, and yet there was none of the acid that William had requested.

After a few minutes, William’s voice pulls you out of your search, a worried tone as he calls your name.

“What did you put in here?” he mutters, the crate forgotten by his side as he stares at the molten metal within the crucible.

“Just the standard stuff to make steel. Iron ore and carbon.” it’s a stupid question, you’d just told him what you'd been using only minutes ago, and if it weren’t for the stupefied look on his face, you would have thought he was merely belittling you. Your eyes widen in shock as you finally follow his gaze and look at the molten steel. The metal is roiling, bubbling, and cresting over the sides of the crucible with enough force to splat onto the ground in front. You’d never seen a reaction so violent, even in your years as an apprentice. “William,” you whisper, dread raising the hairs on the back on of your neck, “What did you do?”

Tension mounts in the air as the boiling metal shows no signs of calming, spluttering against the sides of the crucible violently as time ticks by.

“I just, added more ore.” Before you can think better of it, you quickly bend down to the box at his side, combing through the raw materials for an answer. You don’t notice as William walks closer to the crucible, eyes fixated as the orange glow casts eery shadows on his skin. You don’t notice, too lost in theories. Maybe this iron ore was different, more reactive in some way, more likely to change its hue when melted down and cast. You don’t notice until William is close enough to the crucible to step on the darkened metal that had splashed and cooled onto the floor. Maybe its curiosity that moves him, maybe it’s the roar of the furnace, the heat that draws him in like a flame, but before you have a chance to speak his name, to properly stand and reach out to pull him back, a hand is shooting from the molten chaos before him and dragging him in. William’s face contorts in agony as pained screams echo around the room. It feels like hours, the way William howls until his head is pulled under the molten metal. The smell of burnt flesh causes bile to rise into your throat as the entity uses the inertia to rise higher out of the vat, liquid metal dripping in rivulets off his chest as he rises.

You have no voice again, numb to everything as you watch the scene unfold. Just like in your dream, your mouth moves but no sound comes out. The horror of it stills you, but the fear of knowing is what binds you, what dries out your tongue and turns you to stone. You’d done no research, hadn’t read a single tablet within the temple, and yet you knew this god by name. Of his fury and his cruel nature. Of triumphant soldiers wearing metal smithed in his forge. You knew of Franklin’s past, and what this new future entailed.

Moments pass, your eyes glued to him, and with little splendor, his voice booms throughout the hall “I was under the wrong impression, y/n. I thought you'd be smarter than bringing an outsider into my temple.”

The fire casts wicked shadows across his features as he stares back at you, paying no mind to the man still roiling in pain in the metal beneath him, desperately clawing at Franklin’s legs in a meaningless search for relief. It’s no use, his nails leave no mark of his fear, if anything, it only serves to further annoy the god.

“You had asked me if I demanded an offering, do you remember?”

You nod your head weakly, too overcome with shock to give more of a response.

With no hesitancy Franklin’s knee rises, before slamming back down on William’s back, further drowning him within the crucible. His body quickly sinks into it, and Franklin speaks again

“This. This is the only offering I will accept.”

Tears don’t get a chance to drop from your grimy face as the blazing heat dries your cheeks. His gaze turns away from you and you use that moment to properly breathe as you stare at the molten iron, bright flashes of flame consuming the last shreds of your friend’s clothing.

The god methodically steps from the crucible and picks up the shovel in front on the furnace. You quietly watch as drops of molten ore splatter from him and onto the floor. He quickly tosses in more coal for the flames before dropping it in favor of the bellow, stoking the fire hotter and hotter. He’s a flurry of motion as you stand motionless, knees locked tightly, and your body doesn’t register the spike in temperature as you start to shake from the cold you feel. Sweat beads down your back, only stopping once the cotton of your breeches absorbs and wicks away the moisture.

He’s uncaring of your presence, of your fear, too focused on the task at hand. Minutes tick by as the flames grow hotter and higher.

Dropping the bellow, he speaks again “You must render out the impurities to truly have materials worthy of crafting with.” He grabs the ladle, every movement showcasing the anger that his voice did little to hide. “To cut away the fat, the excess vitriol of the human form until only the soul is left.” He pours the metal into a cast set in the floor and patiently waits for it to cool to an orange color before exchanging the ladle for a set of tongs.

The god calmly walks around your stupefied figure, toward the large iron behind you. He waits for the metal to further cool before calling to you. His voice is met with only more fear from you. Your limbs feel like lead, the dread finally sliding down your spine and settling heavily in the pit of your stomach. He calls again, less patient as the metal becomes too cold for his liking.

“Come. Show me that my faith in you was not a mistake.” Your breathing returns, but you’re only spurred into movement once his heated gaze is fixed upon you. On shaky legs you make your way to him, a yelp leaving your dry throat as he grabs you by the arm. Franklin forces you in front of him, body close enough to the congealed metal to feel the heat radiating through the rough linen of your blouse. You can sense his movement behind you as he drops the tongs, the clanging loud enough to be heard over the roar of the furnace. His hand finds your waist, the other picking up a hammer far too large for your own hand and sliding it into your limp palm. You know he means for you to grasp it, his larger hand squeezing yours painfully in an effort to force the compliance into you.

“Hold it, before I give you a reason to be frightened.” His anger isn’t concealed anymore as the growl of his voice echoes in the barrel of his chest and into your back.

You do so, and quickly his hand envelopes yours and begins to swing, your body being stretched to accommodate for the height difference and shaken with each powerful downswing. The stench of charred meat still lingers heavy in your nose, combined with the sharp movements of the giant behind you, you're snapped out of your reverie with a cry.

“Now is no time to lose your passion, y/n. this is what you wanted, what you willed, is it not?” there are no signs of exertion in his voice, no waver as the hammer clangs against the solid lump of metal, the remnants of William, in front of you. Franklin’s voice is sturdy, true conviction hiding in the grunted words chooses to grace you with. You shift onto the tips of your toes to relieve the burning stretch that your body feels. The movement doesn’t go unnoticed.

Franklin stops, hammer still raised high in the air as he leans his face close to your ear. “That’s horrible form, y/n. you should know better.”

“I- I can't”

“Can't what?” his grip on your waist tightens as he waits for an answer. It feels as if he could snap you in half at a moment’s notice, and that thought is jarring enough to pull another pained cry from you.

“Your reach is too far”

The smirk is evident in his voice when he responds again

“Are you saying that my help is a hinderance to you?”

“N-no that’s not- “Franklin steps away, watching in amusement as the hammer still grasped tightly in your hand falls with a clatter to the ground, the tool overwhelmingly too heavy for you to hold yourself.

“Then show me.” He’s silent as he moves in front of the iron, eyes watching you as if studying a riddle he already knows the answer to.

“Wha-?”

“Show. Me.” He repeats. “Craft the item I revealed to you.”

Dully your mind buzzes to find the item he’s speaking of before you finally remember.

The metal has cooled by now, but before you can tend to it, your legs shakily make their way to the selection of tools lining the wall. The silence persists as you grab a smaller hammer, Franklin’s laugh at the pathetic size of the tool is audible and the lump in your throat only seems to widen.

Next, you grab the tongs before returning to the cooled metal and picking it up.

The furnace burns hotter than ever as you heat the lump inside.

“Deeper”

“Huh?”

“Place it deeper within the forge. It needs to be hotter.”

You follow his directions. Too scared of what he’d do if you defied him again. Once you deem it hot enough, you make your way back to the iron, back to Franklin’s intense gaze as he watches you work.

The sound of your blows to the metal are nothing like his, and slowly the rhythmic movement becomes comforting. If it weren’t for his domineering presence you might’ve likely forgotten that there was another entity in the forge with you.

You stop to grab multiple different tools, shaping and bending the metal to your whims, the pressure of performing well driving your movements to be more precise than usual.

The chain you produce is the best you’ve ever created. It glimmers under the light of the fire with a golden glow that pure iron should not have. You can't lie, but the clap that resounds throughout the chamber forces you back into the present, into the mess you’ve made yourself as the god commends you on your effort.

The heat that radiates from him rivals that of the forge as his body presses against your back once again. Your arms are limp at your sides, still clutching your tools as the hot puff of his breath ghosts the back of your neck. Slowly, his hands trace the sides of your neck, ghosting down before giving your shoulders a squeeze. Your eyes close at the sensation, muscles jumping at the unnatural warmth of his touch. The meat under his palms aches as the rough skin of his hands digs into you. Slowly, Franklin leans down until his chin is resting on your shoulder, his hands finally moving to pick up the chain in front of you. Your sigh of relief is audible, and you feel the curve of his lips as his smile presses against your cheek.

“Well,” he whispers, fingers ghosting over the links of the chain, “the craftsmanship is good, but you’ve paid no attention to detail.” He tuts, the sound a little too close for comfort. “Where is the design that I revealed to you? This is just a chain.” Franklin huffs, and you can’t help but notice the feel of it against your skin. Moist with the lingering scent of smoke, as if he himself is made of the elements hidden away in the storeroom.

He rises back to his normal height and takes a step back, your chain in hand as he speaks to you. “This is the real test. Do you believe your craftsmanship to be resilient enough to withstand the strength of a god?” There’s a wretched smirk on his face as you shake your head ‘no’. As fear once again slides into the pit of your stomach and makes its home there. You recognize the hidden challenge behind his words. The promise of punishment if your chain does not hold up to his immense strength. Franklin wraps the bulky chain around his knuckles before giving a firm tug, the slack of the chain audibly cracking through the air as its pulled taut. He holds for what feels like an eternity, but the chain doesn’t warp.

With a tut of his lips, he lets go, allowing the chain to fall back onto the surface of the iron.

His free hand moves to cup the bottom of your chin, directing your gaze up to meet his own “You must have more faith in your work.”

You do nothing but stare back at his scarred face, finally shaking the haze of fear to properly look at him. He’s handsome, with a wide jaw and dark hair. Thin scars web across his features, metal hoops stretch his ears and adorn the length of them. The golden hue almost mistakable for gold itself. Before you can process much more of him, he speaks again “It’s your turn to watch, little one.” He lets go of you, a smirk on his face as you slowly move away from the iron, away from him.

He works much quicker than any smith you’ve ever met, albeit he’s the only smith you’ve met who can touch molten steel. His hands effortlessly pull and pinch at the orange glob until something forms. Then, with your own hammer, he strikes his creation gently, as if coaxing it into the shape it was meant to be all along. When he finally motions you forward again, the sight in front of you is almost unbelievable. The metal is more intricate than you remember from the dream, elegant vines loop through the chain you’ve created and form two circlets of metal. It shines in the low light, almost unnaturally so, and you can't seem to take your eyes off it.

“It’s- “you don’t get to finish as Franklin grabs at you, a squeal leaving your parted lips as your bent forward, face pressed against the warm iron as he uses one hand to force both of your arms behind your back. Your legs kick uselessly as he deftly takes the length of chain in hand and tightens the circlets around your wrists. Your cries fall on deaf ears as he easily picks you up again and drops you onto the floor near his workbench, quickly wrapping the chain around a leg of the marble table before giving it one last tug. Its over so quickly, and yet you can't help it as tears streak across the dirty skin of your face. Franklin offers you no pity, only sparing a quick glance in your direction before busying himself again.

With a hand rubbed through his hair, he walks over to the wall of tools, eyes roaming until he finds exactly what he’s looking for.

Quickly, he picks it up. “Do you know what this is?” he asks quietly, dark eyes drifting over to you. You nod dumbly, too scared of the object in his hand to do anything other than deny it. “don’t pretend. I know you’ve seen it.”

You nod, eyes focused on the brand as he inspects it further. His fingers ghost over the tips of each spindly leg, smoothing over the number in the middle, before flexing around the shaft of the handle.

It looks as though it was crafted from pure gold, but you know better. The metal was too sturdy to be gold. Your hunch is only proved correct once franklin holds it over the fire, the metal of it heating until its almost white from the flame. If it were gold, it would have melted in the extreme temperature.

Franklin’s mouth pulls down into a frown as he removes it from the heat, eyes coming to analyze the brand one last time.

“I’m not going to lie and say that this will be painless, but if you stay still, I’ll do it quickly.” It takes a moment before the cogs in your brain truly grasp what he means, but he’s already crossed the room in that time.

“No.” it’s a quiet plead, but he hears you all the same “No, no please don’t!” a shriek travels up your chest as he only comes closer.

“Quiet” franklin whispers. One of his large hands comes to brush hair away from your face, a noise of discontent leaving him as you harshly jerk away from his touch.

“You don’t know, so I will enlighten you. This is a gift I only bestow upon a high Priestess.” He coos, thumb ghosting over your cheek before reluctantly pulling away.

You close your eyes to avoid watching, but as the metal touches your skin you can't help but to open them again. Pain overwhelms your senses, it travels from your arm to your neck, all the way down your spine and into your toes. You can't breathe, can't think as your hoarse voice echoes around the empty temple.

You lose consciousness for only seconds before Franklin has a rough hand around your jaw, his huge body bent so his face is nearly inches from yours.

“You should take pride in your work. You’ve been chosen for a reason.”

His mouth covers your own, swallowing the shallow pants your lungs produce before your vision darkens, body going limp as he finally lets you succumb to the pain. Willingly, you give in to the darkness that creeps around the edges of your vision as the fire inside of you dies.

[pillow-anime-talk]

their choice. {pt.2}

synopsis: Do they feel better in a friendly relation or in a relationship? Which is more suited to the two of you?

# tags: headcanons; friendships & current relationships; mild romance; fluff; light yandere behavior (for shalnark); sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. shalnark, franklin bordeau, shizuku murasaki, pakunoda, bonolenov ndongo, uvogin & kortopi {hxh}

part one {click}

— SHALNARK

↘ PARTNERSHIP; I definitely see him as a possessive yet cute boy who loves to tease you and show others that you are in a relationship together. Shalnark has a weak point in your person and no matter how strong/smart you are, he still wants to protect you and care for you. Sometimes he’s pushy, but you can’t say ‘No’ to him. After all, he has his own ways of getting you to endorse his ideas.

↘ I don’t see any other variant. I think Shalnark will be satisfied only with a more or less toxic partnership with you.

— FRANKLIN

↘ FRIENDSHIP; he’s so soft and calm, so he definitely expects a sincere and long-term friendship with the other person. There will definitely be time for a relationship, but by focusing on the present moment, Franklin is the perfect choice when it comes to a friend and you have a great time talking about various things and doing common missions (as long as you’re part of the Phantom Troupe, obviously). I also see him as a man who enjoys to take you on a piggyback and you personally consider that as your daily greeting. He also acts like your big brother a lot, so don’t be surprised when he gives you a nice compliment, a bottle of cool water, a pat on the head, or a packet of cookies.

↘ Partnership is an additional variant, but as I mentioned above, you must definitely wait for it.

— SHIZUKU

↘ FRIENDSHIP WITH BENEFITS; I think the relation with Shizuku is very similar to the relation with Machi. She’s your best friend, by far the closest person in the group and at the same time a woman to whom you entrust your everything. I see her as a girl who showed you a lot of new things like fighting techniques, kinds of kisses, and expensive alcohol that she stole from one of the shops to celebrate a mission well done or your new job (if you’re not a Spider). You really trust each other very much and if any of you have a problem you will be happy to help each other.

↘ The additional variant is a normal relationship, but I think that sooner or later it would turn into a friendship with benefits once again because Shizuku may have trouble with talking about her feelings towards you.

— PAKUNODA

↘ PARTNERSHIP; I definitely see her as the dominant in the relationship! After all, she’s a very warm and peaceful woman, so she will always help you and reward you with a gift or a long kiss on the forehead. She’s also tall, so expect a few longer hugs, during which you will hear her heart beating. Hmm, I don’t know why, but I also think Pakunoda is a woman full of stereotypical views of the world and she definitely loves all these romantic things like taking bubble baths together, dinner in expensive restaurants and weekend trips to hot springs. It’s also a fact that she will propose to you, so good luck!

↘ Another variant is a normal friendship full of secrets and small jokes.

— BONOLENOV

↘ FRIENDSHIP; I think Bono would have a future with someone from his tribe, therefore friendship between you two is more likely than any affection. He’s a honest and respectful gentleman towards you, so expect many questions from him about how you feel, about whether you are hungry or if you need his help. He is a very nice guy and he definitely enjoys to spend time alone with you, telling you about his loved ones, about his childhood adventures and about himself.

↘ I don’t see any other variant, unless you are from the Gyudondond Tribe. Then he could definitely be your life partner.

— UVOGIN

↘ PARTNERSHIP; very gallant towards you, and at the same time not afraid of challenging you to a short duel, even if you are in a relationship. He loves training with you and if you are as strong as he is, expect a lot of ‘dates’ like this. He definitely likes going on missions with you, and if the opportunity arises, know that Nobunaga will definitely join the two of you. I also think that you are the only one of the Spiders who can calm his barbaric tendencies.

↘ The second option is definitely a friendship. Preferably one between him, Nobunaga and you! Then I see your trio as ‘two idiots and a voice of reason’.

— KORTOPI

↘ FRIENDSHIP; sincerely? Only a friendly relation suits Kortopi. He’s a quiet and unproblematic man who doesn’t like to get into discussions, but with you, after a few weeks, he will definitely feel much more comfortable and stable. Comfortable enough to talk in private about things that aren’t related to work. Plus, if you tell a good joke or show him your cute side, I think you could put even a faint smile on his face! The fair-haired male is also very loyal/protective, so don’t be surprised when he will offer you help in completing a task or a nap on his own shoulder.

↘ As I wrote above, I cannot see any other variants with Kortopi.

[pillow-anime-infos]

hxh masterlist {phantom troupe ver.)

CHROLLO LUCILFER

first date with chrollo {scenario | 355 words ; sfw}

reaction to your death {headcanon ; sfw?}

yandere!chrollo {headcanon ; sfw?}

cruel world {headcanon ; sfw?}

family reunion {headcanon ; sfw}

friendship or partnership? {headcanon ; sfw}

his twins are arguing {headcanon ; sfw}

life with him {headcanon ; sfw & nsfw}

dominant and possessive reader {headcanon ; sfw & nsfw}

NOBUNAGA HAZAMA

friendship or partnership? {headcanon ; sfw}

FEITAN PORTOR

smart ass s/o {headcanon ; sfw}

friendship or partnership? {headcanon ; sfw}

MACHI KOMACINE

friendship or partnership? {headcanon ; suggestive}

“just kill me, baby” {i love girls month + scenario | 483 words ; sfw?]

PHINKS MAGCUB

flirty s/o {headcanon ; sfw}

friendship or partnership? {headcanon ; sfw}

SHALNARK

friendship or partnership? {headcanon ; sfw}

FRANKLIN BORDEAU

friendship or partnership? {headcanon ; sfw}

SHIZUKU MURASAKI

friendship or partnership? {headcanon ; suggestive?}

PAKUNODA

friendship or partnership? {headcanon ; sfw}

BONOLENOV NDONGO

friendship or partnership? {headcanon ; sfw}

UVOGIN

friendship or partnership? {headcanon ; sfw}

KORTOPI

friendship or partnership? {headcanon ; sfw}

[justyanderes]

Tengu!Franklin x Hunter!Reader

Notes: this is definitely a darker fic with dubcon, drugging and yandere themes 18+ only// 3.5k words inspired by Kamisama kiss 😔 cus I have no shame lol

{reader is GN}

It was often said being born to sense nen was a blessing, a prominent sign of good luck. But far as you knew, none of that supposed luck ever found its way to you. If your family wasn't consumed by generations of debt, you would have likely had enough money to attend lessons. With that sort of training you would have no doubt made something of yourself. Instead of trying and failing to make ends meet.

Practically starving and treated like a diseased rat. Your gift could have been so much more than just seeing and hunting. Perhaps in another life that's your fate.

Dreaming of such a life was your only solace from your near constant suffering. Tragically, dreaming would have to wait until today until you finished your current job. In such desperate need of jenny, you couldn't turn down any offers you received with winter approaching.

Those who lived in your village usually tried to avoid having you work for them. It was an odd request. One you honestly hadn't seen coming,

In fact this would be your first visit to the temple, those who could not pay were left to face the gods wrath.

You arrived just a few hours ago and were greeted quite oddly. One would think that a last resort should have been welcomed in open arms. But that isn't what happens to you at all.

A few of the staff- all of which are humans lead you to a securely protected yet dimly lit room. If you didn't know any better you would have assumed you were dealing with occultists. Although the thought is not exactly too far-fetched. Dressed in fine silk, you could more easily see the shrine maiden as a royal concubine. The marking on her forehead as well is a mark of good luck- you know it must be. However, you can't help that it looks more akin to blood than whatever cosmetic was used.

Even if they are a bit colder than you were originally expecting. You pay the offputting behavior no mind. The shrine maiden has always acted in such a way. A job is a job and you have no need for a feast in your name or offerings that are cheap in comparison to the monsters you'll face.

They then lead you to the edge of the forest. The farther you stray from the shrine the more dull the place becomes. You realize a few minutes later you have yet to see or sense one of those beings in your presence.

"Where are your familiars of the shrine?".

You finally ask your guide. Unaware of the reaction you are going to stir up within her. Her lips quickly are drawn in a sharp thin line. And she tightly clenches her hands (as if fighting against the urge to strike). But what you see the most is that her eyes have seen hell. An anger that only the wronged can feel so vividly.

Oh, you realize stupidly. The last bit of the puzzle finally put into place. You try keeping your mouth shut from that point forward.

Having to deal with the lower level demons often has made you forget what it's like for most who live in holy places like this.

Underneath the title of familiar there is still a demon after all. This does not erase the fact that their sins and misdeeds were still committed. Nor did it mean that all who belonged to a shrine stopped their schemes. You can think of many worse fates they can commit that have nothing to do with death.

That's the only reason you can come to be thankful for having never been able to reach your full potential with nen. Freedom never could come in such a gilded cage as this.

Before you can leave the company of the underling, they insist that you leave this place before the end of the week. Before the shrines familiars return that is. The suggestion nearly makes you scoff. You didn't need to be warned of the danger that was a foot in this place.

The whole forest feels dead, like the rush of the river could easily carry it all away.

If the shrine maiden ever stepped foot outside then perhaps it would have been better cared for- not on the verge of death like her supposed god.

You push those thoughts away.

It's not wise to speak any disrespect of the protectors of a shrine. Even if the god they serve is a useless one trapped in an eternal slumber. You'd likely get your tongue cut off if any had found out. And you are more than a little superstitious and make it a point to think nothing more of that topic.

You set up a fire, both to keep yourself warm and not be at the complete mercy of the fox in the dark. And after you are done placing a good amount of traps and talisman, you wait.

Apples you stole on the way here will be your dinner for the evening if you make it that far without dying- The red fox was one of the nastier spirits scurrying from place to place. You have been hearing tales of it since the last harvest.

But as it is your job you have no choice but to face it with a hunter's determination.

The hours slowly pass by, it becomes more obvious that there is no fox here. The moon is high in the sky and if it were here surely it would have tried ‘playing’ with you by now.

All the better for you that it's long gone now. You've faced countless naga, oni and other yokai. So by no means we're you an amateur. Kitsunes still never were an easy creature to track, their transformations making it near impossible.

No

One of your talisman must have caught something, the chimes ringing a sweet melody that none would suspect could take hold of even the most feral demons.

What you find for better or worse caught within your trap is not a kitsune. Instead it's just a tengu, a terribly wounded one at that. You'll have to help it out soon before it begins to cry and alert the other monsters in the forest to you. You're honestly surprised it managed to keep quiet this long without crying out.

You falter for a moment upon taking a closer look at the demon before you. Because even if it is only a mountain tengu it's the largest one you've ever seen.

You know to expect wild eyes in situations like this but there is absolutely no distress in its eyes.

You've heard that the calm ones are what you must look out for. It worries you. But perhaps you were losing your touch as a hunter if a simple tengu was striking this much worry.

"Stay still".

You command the creature, which is still practically vibrating in stillness. Likely angry at you for placing the trap there in the first place.

You can't blame the tengu. For such a peaceful creature was easily startled. If a human did that to you would likely try biting them, the thought does little to help you calm down.

Especially after you look down and note that their talons could make your flesh into mere ribbons.

It's feathers are raised, if you don't hurry up it will be attempting to gain its freedom from the trap in a less peaceful manner.

But you are willing to correct your mistakes at any cost. Doing so makes the wires of the trap dig into your skin just as deeply.

You try to be quick about it, never pulling or allowing the wires to come into contact with the tengu’s precious feathers again.

A handful of them beneath your feet on the forest floor. All of them a dull gray that have lost their luster.Thankfully it seems the lost feathers were already loose from molting and not due to your trap.

You are nearly done undoing the wires, when you

The new feathers you can't help but to gently run the tips of your fingers over are all a deep plum shade. Dark enough to hide the blood soaking them. You think they are one of the most beautiful things you have seen in a very long time.

You are left alone the moment the tengu is free of the wire. But you have a feeling it will be coming back your way sooner than later. And when it comes to your hunches you are rarely ever wrong.

-

Beyond midnight you begin wondering if the said fox was ever really trying to attack the shrine in the first place.The damage dealt to the forest was nothing that a kitsune was capable of, powerful or not. No this forest has been marked by many gods- and to cause harm like this could only be done by another godly being.

Regardless of the matter, too much remained unexplained. You'll leave this place come morning

As you had assumed the tengu has returned to you in a more stable form. This time he has taken the form of a man, a very large one to match his true form. Simple robes cover him and

"I didn't think you would come back so soon".

You say, sharpening one of your knives.

He doesn't make a point to answer you right away. Just continuing to stare at you as if engrossed by the task you are doing.

Which you can't find off in the slightest, given the fact tengu's normally act this way.

Most usually kept to themselves worshiping their own gods far away from humans. Especially women who they viewed as the downfall of man. Evidently the tengu in front of you shares a difference in opinion towards at least one of those thoughts.

He eventually sits down beside the fire directly across from you. The flames making the stitches and jewelry he wears shine a bit against the shadows.

You belatedly come to the conclusion that unless you want this awkward air to continue on you should apologize for your trap.

"I'm sorry about the trap, a fox is about and I wasn't willing to take any chances".

You gain no response. Which doesn't really surprise you.

The fact he hasn't said or tried to do anything shows he isn't interested in anything besides your fire.

But wishing for the silence to be filled you start trying to make idle conversation.

"Will you be flying back soon?".

The moon is high, and surely they have to return back to their mountain less they wish to face exile.

Tengu's rarely had a chance to explore the world beyond their mountains. You wonder if the one before you prefers to travel or is a homebody.

"No, not tonight".

He says after a moment, and it's then you come to realize his voice is the softest thing about him.

You suppose the weather is far too cold for flying tonight anyway. The injuries made on his wings probably don't help with his travels either. Guilt doesn't keep hunters alive very long in this world but it still comes to you quicker than you should.

Medicine is expensive, what little you have is meant only for the most dire of situations.

But you've also heard crows can hold lifelong grudges. Though you are quite aware that the tengu in front of you does not resemble an average crow.

So you toss what you have his way, to which he surprisingly declines. But with the stitches and piercings you suppose that he must have a good tolerance for pain.

"Have you been hunting this kitsune for a while now?". He asks, as if finally thinking of a question to ask you. You fight the urge to smile just yet.

"No, the shrine hired me today to take care of it".

He doesn't look surprised at all when you mention that.

"That's odd". He admits, likely already aware of what you had thought of. He turns his back for only a moment and the homebrewed sake in his hand appears from nowhere. Such a sneaky tengu that has found you. Laughing before taking the drink offered to you. A blend that reminds you of spring, surprisingly. It loosens your spirits in a way you have not felt in a terribly long time.

"Given what I have heard, their familiars all ran off for a short while. Likely to that festival several districts over".

It makes him grow a bit agitated to hear that, you think. Which makes sense. When familiars left their temples it didn't just cause humans trouble. If he were left to the mercy of that kitsune alone you would hate to think of what would become of your newfound drinking partner.

"So they tried hiring you, out of fear most likely. Just to have you sent away moments before their familiars return like a lord's mistress?".

When he puts it like that you have no chance of denying it.

"Exactly like a hidden mistress".

You say, laughing and accepting the next shot of sake.

"I think it's likely because I was not taught properly".

You tell him not willing to say anything more on the topic. Thankfully he doesn't pry.

You begin to really look at your companion, the alcohol lowering a bit of your previous inhibitions.

The necklace he wears is a blood red jewel directly in the center of it. Surrounded by other sorts of rocks and quartz you do not recognize.

"Are you a priest?".

You question noting the marks upon his hands, no doubt caused by lightning.

If he told you, yes you may have likely seen through this entire facade. Priests would never dare adorn such jewelry, or modify their own bodies in such a way.

"Once".

He tells you instead, before his gaze is directly entirely to you.

"Is there a name I may call you by?". He asks.

There's power that came with knowing names, you didn't think anything more of it. Besides, the fact it was a clear sign of good trust. You give him your own as well.

You think there's something you were going to get, maybe a blanket because of the chill that comes from the northern wind.

Unfortunately, you are more drunk than you had thought. Stumbling a bit in and not really sure how to take your next step without falling to the earth.

Franklin, whose eyes have not left you in a very long time, notices this of course .

“You are going to fall over if you don't sit down".

He tells you, guiding you to his side with steady hands.

Tengu, you think, must be soft lovers given their fragile constitutions. Despite the size of your soon to be lover you doubt he has enough bite to hurt even a spider.

It'll be fun to throw your worries elsewhere for a short while.

Things become heated after that. One of you leans in close to the other, you aren't really sure who does so first.

Your thoughts soon are a mess. As you are too engulfed by the pleasure and heat to think of anything else. And you continue to cry out his name, again and again.

It ends with Franklin resting his face in the crook of your neck. Exactly like a besotted lover would. You melt at the mere thought alone.

You've fallen into the daydream a thousand times, but never quite like this. It is so easy to imagine, a shrine that the sun shines upon every day.

If you were trained all it would take was a kiss to make this demon a familiar of your own. Whether he was willing to comply or not. If you were lucky enough you think that just maybe he would accept his place by your side.

In a few hours dawn will come and the two of you will be forced to follow separate paths. You try to enjoy what little time you have left. Not knowing when you will find yourself in a situation such as this again. But it's hard to do that with your dry throat.

As if sensing your exact thoughts Franklin comes back with water and peaches of all things. He brings the fruit to your lips, making sure you eat everything he offers you.

The shared silence that follows is comfortable and you say nothing more. Unwilling to ruin this rare and nearly perfect moment.

You're almost on the verge of falling asleep when the quiet giant speaks again.

"I think it's best if you return with me to the mountains".

Seeing how you've done the most of the talking tonight- it's surprising to hear him be so direct is a bit odd.

The offer is so sweet, alas it's still one you know you could never accept. The thought erases any tiredness you previously felt.

You have grown too comfortable with this man- no this demon and while it wasn't your first time. It was the first time you've felt so

“You would never get away with bringing a human to the temple”. You reason, knowing likely you would both die if he really did bring you back to the mountain temple. His own gods would likely strike down thunder as well if they knew he had lain with a hunter.

And that's if the other tengu didn't manage to end you first.

"I'll have to go soon". You murmur, trying to pull away. Ready to leave quickly as if that factor will make this any easier.

His grip on you does not lessen in the slightest. But his eyes are cold now.

“Franklin…”

You begin losing all hope that he is going to let you go quite that easily.

First you hit him, striking his face and neck- normal man or demons weak points of it were anyone else.

Only his necklace breaks in your attempt. All the jewels and beads flying everywhere. Unsure what else to do with your strikes having no effect on him , you look at his face.

Only to be met with pure cursed energy.

The stitches across his face now make terribly perfect sense. Just like the forest decay, it's just under the surface. Without the necklace his aura is now unmistakable.

"If you had been trained you would have been able to sense my intent from the start. Even with my talisman".

He tells you, his hands around your neck holding you down as if you are nothing more than a weak cattle.

"I had no intention of letting you live,when I first found you”.

It's only when he says that do you finally feel pure fear for your life.

He speaks in the exact same tone as he had all night. It makes you feel dirty now- having lain with him not even an hour ago.

"And what made you decide to not do that?".

You ask fear creeping into your voice despite your best intentions.Your knives are only a few feet away- even if you did have them you'd still likely die. How could you not have seen all the signs? The obvious intent he held since the moment you released him from the trap.

"There is no one left in the mountains". He begins to explain holding you closely this time you find no comfort from the sign of affection.

The picture he paints is a bloody vivid one, you almost can hear the screams as one of their own flock annihilates them.

“I don't understand”. You cry, still clinging to denial.

He gives you a considerate once over look, one that you wish more than anything would disappear.

"When you are a proper thing then we will be wed".

He says it like it's a good thing, like he's going to make you the luckiest person in the entire world. You can't really breathe after that, nearly hyperventilating until you are able to gain control of your thoughts again.

He speaks of other things too. None of which you are able to pay attention to.

Your thoughts only of how you can bide your time, an opening would present itself soon. Unaware of what is going to happen to you a mere moment later.

While a nen user could bind a demon with a kiss, all a demon needs to do to lay a claim of their own is bite. And despite not having fangs his bite still burns right through you. For a moment your vision is completely black and in a moment of complete weakness you grab a hold of Franklin's wings for support. This time he doesn't smack your hand away. Your cries are the only source of sound besides the nearly dead embers at the fire. Franklin holds you close to himself, as if he's trying to protect you.

His feathers are soft to the touch still. Even if it is your blood that is covering them this time. You aren't sure how long you stay like that. Weeping as he holds on to you unwilling to let you go.

But by now he knows drugs in your system are finally taking their toll, you can barely move your fingertips now.

Feeling you still trying to move, Franklin pats your head as if trying to help you fall into an easy slumber. Despite your best efforts you eventually succumb to just that. Dawn comes quickly after.

[uvobreakmylegs]

hello!!

im one of the few residents from "franklin bordeau's boyfriend material" nation. this is an Official Thank You Note from my group of girlfriends for feeding us in these troubling times (we're 3 in total).

usually we have to slurp up the few mentions of the large handed man on the "chrollo X reader" tags. the dude has like 1 or 2 dialogues IF hes mentioned 😭

we really appreciate your fics, not only because you like the same character as us but because you have really interesting takes! the pace you set, the reader's concerns and actions paired up with how you detail Franklin's manneirisms is just 😙👌

thank you so much!!!!!! bless you

omg❤️❤️❤️

thank you so much for your kind message!! I'm always really happy to hear from fellow Franklin fans and I'm glad that I've been able to provide content for him that you enjoy!!!❤️❤️❤️

I hope the three of you have a lovely rest of your week and I hope I can continue to entertain you with whatever Franklin content I write in the future❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰

[sk3tch404]

Yandere Phantom Troupe with a s/o who gets friendly with other partners

Characters: Chrollo, Phinks, Nobunaga and Franklin

A/n: Ehhhh just a small thing. Brain fried from school and lack of proper sleep. Hope my HXH fixation stays strong for a while longer 😍 Also i think the writing is lowkey ugly but I think it's mostly the brain fog

Also wanted to do Uvogin but miss girl I really can't with ts rn... Btw I dont do Franklin I just like his character. ONE TIME THING OK 👌

Also in my ghosting era. Sorry moots I'm dying but bitch im alive but I'm dead 💔

Chrollo

Now what the hell do you think you're doing?

It's good to see that you're still capable of social interaction, but getting all buddy buddy with the other partners will make him extremely jealous.

His jealousy doesn't stem from his fear of them taking you away from him, it's purely because he thinks that HE should be the only one you spend your leisurely time with. Not some nobodies.

Chrollo is very straightforward and verbal in his expression of feelings. He will tell you to knock it off and stay near him for now on.

Maybe he will be more lenient when you talk to them from a distance.

Disobey and you will lose many privileges. It's not too often the troupe has meetings, so if there is a next time to prove yourself, (Assuming you've made up a lot for it and have obtained outside pleasures) you'd better either keep your head to the ground, or your eyes boring into his.

Eyes are the windows to the soul aren't they? Personally, Chrollo agrees with this sentiment. 

But if you're planning on escaping with the aid of that other partner, you better pray he takes some kind of psychological pity on you.

He WILL find out about it. Chrollo is a master manipulator and can read others out very well after some time.

Regarding that he has taken everything from you, he will know that you are keeping something from him.

It's not as if he didn't predict this, but it still dissapointed him.

Punishment is never tortuous, but it's direct and precise. Chrollo takes want he wants no matter how he gets it.

Sometimes you think of it as a blade hidden under his long sleeve. He closes in, saying things you wish not want to hear again, and strikes you in the most vital parts.

Phinks 

Literally does not care that much if you don't make a big deal out of it. Though, he does make sure you stay close and listens in to check you're not conspiring or anything. 

He will only get pissed if you seem really giddy after interacting with the other partner or if you keep looking around like an idiot for some kind of opportunity.

Somewhat playful about it. Phinks will tease you condescendingly, implying things you know you would be immensely punished for. 

Your terrified face and nervous defensive speech strokes his ego a lot. 

Yeah that's right, you're his. Only he works to make you that happy. Any other being trying to lure you into their untrustworthy hold will get their head spun around back and over. 

But if you're planning something against him, he will have no hesitation and will take you back home that instant.

Informs troupe members he encounters that he has personal business while dragging you out by your arm.

The boss is more understanding when it comes to partner business, so he approves of his actions.

Punishment is painful yet effective. The next time the Troupe meets up, you dare not to look at anyone else. Especially that other darling.

It seems like they were punished too.

Nobunaga

Why the hell are you ruining everything for yourself? 

He's a very moody and emotional person. Seeing you enjoy yourself with that other person will make him extremely envious and agitated.

If you're REALLY enjoying it then things will take a turn for the worst.

Nobunaga will walk up to the two of you and intimidate the other partner. The yandere of that partner will most likely not take kindly to that, and they will start to have a verbal dispute. 

Chrollo will have to silence the two and might even toss a coin to decide what to do about the outburst.

When you two get home, you will be heavily interrogated. If you don't declare your very existence and devotion to your "relationship", then off to the lions you go.

Nobunaga always makes punishment personal; Insulting you and putting words in your mouth. Never leaves you alone and makes it a point to let you know how much you hurt him, and how bad he is going to hurt you.

But if you are simply having small talk, then Nobunaga will pull you aside and tell the yandere to keep their partner away from his lover. 

The yandere will most likely agree or wave off to his demands, and keep what's theirs to themselves.

His grip is swift and harsh. You feel like a brick in calloused hands waiting for an open opportunity.

Nobunaga doesn't think before he acts in social situations. His feelings take over and his sword swerves up and around, aimed towards person contradicting his own view.

He is greedy, not selfish. 

Safe to say that you now don't open your mouth at meetings anymore unless you're told to…

Franklin

Eh as long as you're happy and not doing anything stupid.

He knows you need to talk to someone else other than himself. You are human after all.

Franklin will question you about your conversations. He secretly hopes you talked about him in a flattering light, but he knows that most likely was not a subject brought up.

Unless you want to get smart and start conspiring, you best not let him hear in on too much or find out.

Franklin is an observer and only acts when needed. His quiet and large stature is enough to intimidate most, so when he tells you he knows, confess and apologize as if you life depended on it.

He is a very patient, rational and calculating man, so he knows what you need when you need it.

It's better to stay docile rather than to mess up because you thought you could fool him. Did you think just because you found an easy way out, that you had even the slightest chance of keeping it a secret from him? Franklin of all people?

The man who is basically the troupe's second leader, the man who literally shoots nen bullets out of his hands, the man who could SNAP YOU IN HALF if he wanted to.

Punishment is not as bad as it would be if you actually did escape, but it still resulted in you being closed off to others much more than to him.

But other than that he doesn't mind you a few friends here and there. Just as long as you're loyal to him, he carries on without much issue.

Isn't the jealous type. More possessive.

[cats-closet]

I don't remember if this has been done before but hxh headcannons for phantom trope + others and how they react to their s/o being quiet in bed.

Not even like to be spiteful just naturally don't make a ton of noise! Some are in multiple categories depending on the day yk.

Tries harder, is determined to get a reaction:

Hisoka, Uvogin (special occasion), Chrollo (when hes bored), Nobunaga (usually), Shalnark (he's a lil bastard), Phinks (sometimes)

Doesn't push it and enjoys any little noise:

Kite, Pakunoda, Kurapika

Doesn't need them to be vocal, can get everything they need from body language:

Chrollo, Machi (sometimes), Franklin (?)

Is the same:

Illumi, Shizuku (maybe?), Feitan,

Doesn't care:

Uvogin (most of the time), also Feitan, Phinks (sometimes)

[ataraxiaspainting]

Trick or Treat!

-> the air is deathly still. you can swear your walls shake and untouched doorknobs twist. it's that time of year again... yep. another event to celebrate all hallows eve!

-> how the event works...

the trick or treat event will have a total of nineteen stories originating from my own ideas, but people can also send in their requests until october 8th! please do not request anything beyond this date or those requests will be saved until the next time asks are open! nsfw requests are open, but only for people who have 18+ in their bio!

this is an x reader event, and not a character x character event. no exceptions will be made. requests must also follow my rules.

all potential characters for asks will be listed below, and all characters will be written with yandere or darkfic in mind unless stated otherwise.

you can choose up to three characters, separate or otherwise! if you do not have a concept for your character, i will just do my own concept with them!

-> potential characters...

jujutsu kaisen - gojo satoru, geto suguru, mahito, sukuna ryomen, nanami kento, mei mei, megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, toji fushigoro

hunter x hunter - chrollo lucilfer, nobunaga hazama, feitan portor, machi komacine, hisoka morrow, phinks magcub, shalnark, franklin bordeau, shizuku murasaki, pakunoda, bonolenov, uvogin, kurapika, illumi zoldyck, pariston hill

genshin impact - scaramouche/wanderer, zhongli, albedo, xiao, eula, raiden shogun, kazuha, childe, cyno, alhaitham, kaveh, diluc, kaeya, kamisato ayato, arlecchino, columbina, capitano, dottore, pantalone, beidou

honkai: star rail - kafka, blade, dan heng/imbibitor lunae, aventurine, dr. ratio, jing yuan, sunday, black swan, topaz, jade, ruan mei, serval, boothill, argenti

twisted wonderland - malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge, leona kingscholar, jade leech, floyd leech, azul ashengrotto, riddle rosehearts, jamil viper, vil schoenheit, rook hunt, rollo flamm, idia shround, kalim al-asim, silver, sebek zigvolt, neige leblanche, che'nya, ace trappola, deuce space, cater diamond, trey clover, ruggie bucchi, jack howl, epel felmier

other fandoms in my fandom list (on pinned post) can be included as well!

-> examples of requests include...

yan blade + body motification eula + cute date night yan chrollo + amnesiac reader

-> planned stories...

inside god crawls the devil - yan (demon) chrollo x f (guardian angel) reader

love letters - yan (college au) chrollo x f reader (non-con)

black and blue - yan blade x gn reader

again - yan (general) blade x gn reader

magia - yan albedo x gn reader

artistic contributions - yan feitan x f reader x yan phinks (non-con)

holiness consumes rising flames - yan (fake archon) scaramouche x gn reader

a sinning savior - yan geto x f reader x yan gojo

solace in you - yan nobunaga x f reader

the drowning dove and the fish in a birdcage - yan dr. ratio x gn reader x yan aventurine

the tragedy of rage - yan shigaraki x f reader

so close, yet so far - yan dabi x f reader

grounds of worship - yan sunday x gn reader

the weight of the world - yan alhaitham x gn reader

pulling into the tide - yan nanami x f reader

a rose by any other name would be just as sweet - yan (vampire) diluc x f reader

watching from the outside - yan overhaul x f reader

one last time - yan (archon) childe x gn (knight) reader

stuck replaying the memory - yan aventurine x gn (avgin) reader