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cryinggirlnamedhelen · 2 months ago

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Content: Theater Kid!Chrollo x Theater Kid!Reader, modern era, no Nen or crazy stuff, the Troupe members are just kids who grew up in the same neighborhood and had happy childhoods🥹, SARASA IS ALIVE!!!, female reader (I’m so sorry😭), mentions of different musicals and plays, mentions of séx, mostly fluff

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Theatre Kid!Chrollo, who’s known you ever since you were both only 6. Your parents both brought you to the same youth theater program 2 towns down just to see how the both of you would be as actors. Chrollo is staring at you doing the improv, impressed by how quickly you can snap back with such an emotional line right after the person in front of you starts the scene with no context at all.

Theater Kid!Chrollo, who falls in love with you because of how talented you are in acting, your angelic voice, and hardworking attitude. Whenever you’re both performing a show together, even if the director cuts a scene or adds a scene within a day’s notice, you’ll have it mastered within that very day. He can’t help that the admiration turns into romantic feelings!

Theater Kid!Chrollo, who’s ecstatic whenever you’re both cast as some sort of romantic duo. Whether it’s the Phantom and Christine, Cady and Aaron, Gabriella and Troy (which you weren’t particularly happy about), Ben and Mal, Marius and Cosette, or Alexander and Eliza (Chrollo wasn’t too happy about that one)

Theater Kid!Chrollo, who is perfect at acting JD from the Heathers. His acting is so impeccable and realistic, but when you’re cast as Veronica and Chrollo is singing Meant To Be Yours, his reaction seeing your “dead” body doesn’t really seem like acting anymore, especially not the small sobs that he lets out

Theater Kid!Chrollo, who acts so well with you whenever you’re in a romantic duo together that the entire school ships the both of you. Especially in the curtain call, when you and Chrollo walk out together, everyone is cheering for the both of you to kiss, in which Chrollo playfully “pretends” to plant his lips on yours until you walk away, fanning your bright red face. You tell him it’s just the bright lights shining on you that makes you feel warm—yep, it’s totally not the fact that Chrollo almost kissed you. Yep, totally.

Theater Kid!Chrollo, who is always the one paying for your food at the after parties. Whether the party is at a steakhouse or sushi restaurant, he will always take out that damn wallet before you do and pay for whatever you want to eat or crave that day.

Theater Kid!Chrollo, who finally kisses you during the last curtain call of your senior year. You can see Shalnark, Bonolenov, and Kortopi cheering, Franklin and Pakunoda clapping, and Phinks, Feitan, and Nobunaga seemingly talking about bets, and Nobunaga taking out his wallet in annoyance to give Phinks and Feitan both 500 dollars.

Theater Kid!Chrollo, who goes to the same elite college as you to pursue an acting career. You’re both dating, though unlike your child and teenage days, you’re not constantly acting in the same shows anymore. You both get role offers often, with mind blowing auditions.

Theater Kid!Chrollo, who only ever talks about you during interviews. Social media and paparazzi go crazy over the both of you, making so many edits of the both of you to all sorts of songs. The amount of edits you’ve seen of the both of you with people calling you both “mother and father” or saying “help bi panic rn” is honestly funny.

Theater Kid!Chrollo, who proposes to you at age 24 at the Oscars after he won the best actor award. Everyone on the internet and the awards ceremony is going crazy, and when you say yes, all you can hear are screams, cheers, and clapping—but all you can feel are Chrollo’s strong arms holding you close and his lips on yours.

Theater Kid!Chrollo, who cries when he sees you in the white dress. After all those times the characters that you both act get married, the actors acting those married roles are finally getting married themselves.

Theater Kid!Chrollo, who is always joking about “consummating your marriage” right in front of the paparazzi and media, in which you always pretend that you don’t know him, much to the internet and your fans’ amusement.

Theater Kid!Chrollo, who is always shielding you from the paparazzi. The moment Chrollo sees one, he instinctively walks with his arm looped around your waist, other hand holding yours as he stares at the paparazzi trying to take a picture of you. Whenever someone asks a weird question about you during an interview, Chrollo isn’t afraid to shoot right back with a snarky yet still polite reply.

Theater Kid!Chrollo, who is infinitely more protective of you while you’re pregnant. You have some insane pregnancy glow, and he’s aware of that. So whenever you’re on the red carpet and all sorts of people are taking pictures of you and your bump, Chrollo makes sure that they don’t get too close and make you uncomfortable.

Theater Kid!Chrollo, who isn’t a kid anymore. In fact, he has kids. He’s always making sure that your twin son and daughter never have much information given about them to the media, and that the media won’t get many pictures of them—if any at all. After some incidents of invasive paparazzi taking pictures of your kids and posting them on social media, both you are Chrollo are pretty damn close to quitting acting just to make sure something like this never happens again. Finally, after much coaxing from your managers, agents, and publicists, you both finally decide not to after setting some ground rules.

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r0semaryt3a · 9 months ago

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Hi, could I please request a collective scenario of the Phantom Troupe going on a first date with their s/o?

And if possible them going to choose a pet (arguably the more chaotic the better, but whoever animal works fine) with their s/o?

Thank you 🥰

Oh absolutely! I’ll admit to it now, these may be a little ooc but still, I love this idea sm. ofc I’m only gonna do Chrollo, Shalnark, Machi, Paku, Feitan and Phinks w the dates (though may return to this at a later date for the others) - p.s this won’t contain spoilers so for that one friend who knows me on here and reads my stuff feel free to read this.

(I’m including Hisoka and Illumi in this because that pet suggestion is perfect!)

Without further ado:

Chrollo

Where you go will just depend on how you know him. You know him from the Troupe? It’s anyone’s guess! Maybe he’ll take you out for the full shabam, maybe you’ll just sit cuddled up: reading. A candle flickering softly beside you as you rest against his chest, his voice echoing through you with every passing page. Your eyes grow groggy and you hear him chuckle, “tired sweetheart?” Your answer doesn’t matter much. You’ll remain where you are. Carefully perched on his lap as you drift off, his fingers playing absentmindedly with your hair. Suddenly, his attention wasn’t really on his book anymore.

Or, maybe you’ll just walk! You know who he is; probably where he came from he sees no reason to put up an act with you. A simple chat will do.

If you know him from one of his many escapades, know the him all dolled up and fake then you’ll probably wind up at a fancy restaurant. He’ll treat you to the works, the full 9*. You’ll be able to indulge in whatever you desire (and hopefully by the end of the night: him. Though his expectations are quite low on that.)

Can’t imagine him being very touchy on a first date, not unless he was properly invested. Like if you knew each other a while and the event wasn’t spontaneous I can imagine him being very cuddly. You’ve agreed to go on a date with him, this will not be the last and he’s certainly going to get what he can out of it.

So, if you’re a target that he’s had his eye on for a while, he’ll put up a gentlemanly front: butter you up. Try his luck as his arm comes to rest against the crook of your back, fingers running small circles agaisnt your hips. You’re practically glued to his side as he looks down at you with that oh so charming smile. Or how he insists on another bottle of wine for you both to share whilst you’re sat at the table, just to watch the way you trip over yourself. Each slurred word sending shivers down his spine. He’ll offer you a hotel in your inebriated state: walking you to your room, keeping you steady. A part of him (an alarmingly large part he notes) wishes to be bold and leave you a souvenir of your night together, the rest of him knows how to play this game. Knows better than that. He’ll leave it be for tonight, no use in moving too fast after all. You’re an investment. One he intends to make worth his while.

Aaaaand if you’re some lucky shmuck: he’ll see how the night goes. Truth be told, he’s using you. You were his pass for whatever caper he happened to be on the night you two met and since then you’ve been simply smitten. He can’t say it’s been a bother, you’re cute by all means considered and don’t impose on his work: so he humoured you. And now, you’re sat face to face as he spins another tale of his grandiose, noble lineage. You were so enthralled in his lies. The night would drag on and before you knew it, a swift peck on the cheek; promise for another and he’d be gone.

In terms of choosing a pet with an S/O Chrollo strikes me as the kind of guy who’d go for a cat. It’s not top docile but not some unruly beast. Plus, there’s the added bonus of letting it wander: it won’t demand attention at every second of the day. Just slink in and slink out every now and then. It’d probably be a stray, he has a tendency to like them more.

If we’re going on terms of expense? Lizards, you’d wind up with a whole bunch of expensive and equally exotic reptiles. A chameleon maybe? Just like him, it can blend into any crowd. A kindred spirit.

Feitan

A date? With him? Really? But why? That’s just a waste of time.

Unlike Chrollo, Feitan doesn’t do outside gigs often and especially doesn’t do anything that would involve getting touchy feely. So, likelihood is you’re a fellow trope member or at least someone who knows him well.

Still. Getting a date with him will be hard.

Obscenely so.

You’ll most likely stay at whatever base the Troupe had made, maybe play a game? Talk?

If he’s feeling up to it he’ll probably steal a fancy Chardonnay and light candles, it’s nothing too special but it’s a nice touch.

If he’s the one to suggest the date however. Oh boy, you best prepare good.

Feitan is an odd soul, he doesn’t really understand that you might not want to start the date with him brutally mangling a chauffeur. But, the rest of the night will certainly make up for that. You won’t be leaving his side: at all, like not once. Don’t even try it. His hand is glued to yours as he drags you through streets. He made an effort tonight, in a suit.

It’s anyone’s guess as to where you’ll wind up, most likely a store you’d expressed interest in, a movie you’d been talking about recently or a restaurant that you liked the food from. Either way it’s free for the both of you.

You may wind up completely alone on a candle lit dinner, flirtatious banter rolling of his tongue in drunken clumps if he loosens up enough (which is a big if)

He’ll bite you at least once throughout the date. Not even because he thought it would be romantic, he just wanted to.

Pet wise? Something small, that he can vary around. Probably a snake or a rodent. He’d say things like “Need violent. Help out.” Then you’ll catch him with his little rat nestled into his hood.

It’s not a pet for the both of you, it’s a pet for him. Which, you don’t really mind afterall it quells his little attachment outbursts

Phinks

Basic. I mean real basic.

He’s nervous as on a first date.

Will talk about himself a lot but he’s not trying to be rude (maybe)

You’ll most likely head out to a restaurant or a movie.

Unlike Feitan, Phinks may actually pay for his meal and the event’s expenses. Give the facade of a normal date and not a robbery.

If you know him from the troupe he probably won’t prioritise keeping up appearances unless you’ve expressed you want a normal night. If you don’t: it’ll be like every teen movie fantasy.

He had protested agaisnt your movie of choice, called it “bland” and talked of there “being so many better options.” But, you swear, with his eyes glued intently on the screen before you; his arm slung over your shoulder, you caught the occasional flicker of a smile.

Pet wise? Dog. This is just a fact, you’re getting a dog. Maybe a Labrador or a Cane Corso? He’s a sucker for loyalty and more than willing to put in the effort of caring for it.

Machi

“A date? But why? We spend enough time together here, don’t we?”

It’s not that she doesn’t want to go on one, she’s just aware that her presence as an on site doctor is important. (And values the money)

She’s perfectly capable of being romantic; this date will show that. When you inevitably get her to cave.

It’ll probably be a cafe, ice cream venue: something small. Unlike the others, she doesn’t try to blow you away with bold or tacky displays. The image will perfectly replicate a domestic scene.

The two of you, sat beside one another on a flimsy outdoor table. You’d ordered milkshakes, similarly to Phinks if you wanted normalcy she’d be more than happy to pay, occasional bouts of small talk drifted between the two of you. Eventually her hand found your own and the small talk fell to teasing, a gentle thumb caressing the back of your hand. “How’s your drink?” The question seemed off in the onslaught of flirtatious remarks, her monotonous front swiftly returning. She hummed at your response. “Want to try some of mine?”

If you refuse, she’ll simply shrug and return to the mismatch mix of small talk and romance.

If you say you do want to however, that’s a different story. She pushes the glass towards you; you lean in -tentatively- to grab it. Nothing much else happens: the flavours meet your tongue and your guard begins to lower. Suddenly, a warmth floods through you, as in a swift motion, Machi planks a kiss on your cheek. It’s nothing big, nothing bold. But, it lasts, a lingering knot in your chest. She’s had the effect she wanted and knows that. It was cute watching you regain composure: keep your guard up, she’ll be testing your reflexes again soon.

Pet wise I’m thinking a scavenger, like a fox or something. She’s not going to get a conventional pet, maybe on your way back home you catch a glimpse of orange? She’s enamoured with the thing in seconds.

Either that or a bird, she’d probably train it to help with her nensticthes. (not that she needs it)

Shalnark

He’s the one to ask you.

The date’s perfect, down to every detail. All tailored to your tastes.

He’s very cuddly during the whole ordeal so best be prepared.

The date itself would consist of a flurry of different activities, all scheduled to fit neatly into whatever time you had. If something were to come up that you seemed particularly fond of, he’d drop the rest. Instead, turning his attention to ensuring you kept on enjoying whatever it was you were both doing.

Shalnark strikes me as the kind of guy to want to go shopping for a date and likely wouldn’t be of shy of this fact. Bringing a small purse (mostly filled with trinkets and not actually money) to elude to his wants.

You’re ending the night with at least 1 set of matching items and him practically glued to you: one arm wrapped around your waste and another occasionally fiddling with loose aspects of your attire, bombarding you with questions: “did you enjoy yourself?” “Ooh, next time we should get XXX.” “Why’d you choose to wear this? Not that I’m complaining, you look stunning, just curious~”

Overall? It’s quite the fruitful experience.

Pet wise: Shalnark doesn’t really care, he’s always wanted to see how well he could look after a fish or rodent of some kind but has also always adored the idea of owning some big, fluffy creature. He’ll most likely wind up looking up pros and cons and running off of that.

Pakunoda

Restaurant date all the way.

Like Shalnark, she’s the one to suggest the idea to you.

She goes all out. And I mean all out. When you first see her, she’s stunning. Hair pristine, brilliant outfit, heels adding to her already towering height.

She’s not shy with compliments, her hand resting in the crook of your arm. Every word is picked with poise, with no doubt on sincerity.

The night is normal all things considered, she’s more than willing to pay and almost bends over backwards to ensure nothing ‘thievish’ happens.

The dinner would be lovely, you can’t help but note the meticulous care placed into every action. The seating giving you just the seclusion she needs to smother you with flirtatious quips. She’s good with her tongue as well, knows every which way, every which syllable to elicit the exact reactions she wants. The night would be one to remember; depending on the status of your relationship, might stay with you a few days longer.

“You like the food, love?” You mumble your response through a mouthful, nodding your head to accentuate your point. This earns a hearty laugh from the woman, “Mhm, I’m glad to hear it.” Her eyes don’t leave your figure for one second. She’d been like that all night, drinking in every aspect of your form, “Have I told you how good you look tonight?” She had, a lot, but the sentiment stood strong nonetheless.

Pet wise? Also a cat. Paku’s just a cat lady I don’t make the rules, probably a long hair. Like a Turkish Angora or Cymric.

Hisoka

Oh boy. Really? I mean, really?

It’s your funeral and I’m not even certain I can say that figuratively.

The date is anyone’s guess. Could be a restaurant or it could be something obscene like rock climbing, rollerblading, go karting. Whatever it is, it won’t be boring.

He’ll pick an activity that forces proximity, you’re going to be close for the whole night. A means of bonding if you will.

Hisoka thrives on attention and watching skill in action, so his ideal date would encompass both of those qualities. On one hand, you’re both pressed up against one another, full reign to do what you’d like (within account of public decency of course) and on the other, you’re showing exceptional stamina and strength in keeping up with him.

No shortage of flirting here folks, every other word will carry some lewd innuendo you’re sure not to miss.

By the end you’ll definitely have some marks on you, whether from him or the date itself is 50/50. If it is from the date’s activities however, he’d always be open to remedy that.

“I have to say, I’m quite impressed you know.” The words were hardly audible from your positioning, you were far more focused on keeping yourself upright anyhow. “If I’d have known you were this capable I would’ve suggested another activity.” There’s an underlying threat to his words, yet somehow the compliment (if you could call it that) leaves a pink hue upon your cheeks.

Pets. Hmmm, pets. Hisoka would need something that wouldn’t settle down, wouldn’t rely on routine so most domestic animals are off the table for him. Things that need specific conditions would also be a no. Overall Hisoka needs something that can keep up with his sporadic lifestyle, otherwise he’ll leave it behind. Which really leaves very little options on the table.

But, there’s a chance something might sweep him off his feet and I’d be willing to bet that’d be a spider or reptile of some kind, something that he knows could and would kill him. The thought of snakes and their incapability to love would probably excite him.

Illumi

Boring.

Very, very, very boring.

He does everything he’s meant to and I mean that he tick every little box. There’s no excitement here unless he has a job or someone does something.

And oh boy, you better believe you’re not walking out of there without at least something to show of it.

He is rather gentle with you, if it weren’t for his overall aloof demeanour you may be prone to calling it endearing. Overall, Illumi would be a rather: interesting case. Unless you somehow sparked something in him you’d probably be best holding off on the dates for a while. But hey! You tried right?

Pet wise, why would he need another? He has Mike. It’s a little too much responsibility with how much he moves around, though if he had to chose it’d probably be a rabbit. Why? He couldn’t say, has just always been drawn to them.

This is like my first time writing any of these characters other than Chrollo so I hope I did them justice-

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jjkamochoso · 9 months ago

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Order Up!

Fluff

Feitan Portor x gn!reader

Feitan would do anything to keep you happy--including threatening a chef who messes up your order.

Warnings: mentions of violence and blood, some suggestive dialogue

"Feitan! Please, will you eat there with me?"

You and Feitan had been enjoying your free time without jobs lately. The last heist the whole Phantom Troupe was on had a huge payout meaning you could live more than comfortably for a while and you figured this was the best time to try the super fancy restaurant you had been eyeing ever since you stepped foot in the city you and your boyfriend were staying in. Feitan had his cowl pulled up but you could tell he was frowning.

"Why waste money? Good food for cheaper elsewhere."

You wore a pout, hoping to convince the stubborn man. "But it's our one chance to enjoy a nice date! We don't have opportunities like this often, you know."

Feitan couldn't disagree with that. There were times where you two had to survive on eating food from a trash can and now you were practically drowning in money. He still didn't like the idea of spending so much on something that wasn't tangible, though. He'd much rather save his money and steal you something nice that you could keep forever, like jewelry.

"I could wear that outfit you love so much," you suggested, turning on your charm the best you could. "What do you think, Fei?"

You heard him growl softly and you knew you broke his resolve.

"Fine. I take you there. Go get ready."

You couldn't contain your excitement as you gave him a quick hug and ran off to the shower in your hotel room. The person whose credit card you stole must've had deep pockets because you'd been staying here for about a month and haven't been kicked out yet. That, or Feitan tracked him down and killed him so he couldn't dispute the charges. Either way, it didn't matter to you since you were relishing the high life while you could. You took your time under the warm water, letting the smell of luxury soap wrap around you. When you were finished, you dried off with a big fluffy towel. As you applied lotion, you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Hurry up in there. I take shower too."

You were lucky Feitan couldn't see the shock on your face. He rarely showered and often had a scent of blood that trailed after him. This, of course, didn't bother you as you found him quite attractive in his greasy, metallic smelling state of being, but the fact that he wanted to show you he was taking this date seriously meant the world to you. You rubbed in the last of the lotion and put on your soft white bathrobe. It came with the hotel but it would definitely be leaving with you. You opened the door and hurried out of the way so Feitan could wash off. You let out a surprised gasp as his super fast reflexes caught you off guard, grabbing your hand before you could pass him by. His cowl and jacket were thrown on the floor and you were pulled into his t-shirt clad body, a rare moment of affection from the Spider.

"You smell yummy," he said, his nose rubbing against the crook of your neck, "I could just eat you for dinner instead."

"Feitan!" you whined, feeling your entire body heat up from his words. "As lovely as that sounds, we need actual food."

"Just one bite? A little taste?" he whispered, his razor sharp teeth grazing your now bare shoulder.

As much as you were enjoying this softer side of Feitan, you were getting to that restaurant in a timely fashion.

"Get into the shower or I'll throw you in the bathtub and scrub you like a dog."

He pulled away reluctantly, grey eyes ablaze with something less reminiscent of love and more akin to the blood lust of a predator toying with its prey. Whatever it was, you knew you wouldn't be leaving any time soon if you kept playing into his game.

"Go," you said sternly, pointing to the open bathroom door and pulling your robe back up on your shoulders. Feitan just cackled as he closed the door behind him and you knew tonight was going to be very interesting.

As he emerged from the bathroom, his hair freshly washed and styled, barely worn tuxedo gracing his small frame, Feitan caught a glimpse of you. He was often quiet, choosing to observe rather than speak his mind most times, but for once, he was genuinely speechless. Your outfit brought out your most attractive features and he couldn't stop staring. You felt his gaze from the corner of your eye and started to feel a bit self conscious being under such serious scrutiny.

"Is it too much? I think maybe I should change-"

Feitan cut you off with words in his native tongue. You were too afraid to ask what he said but he continued, effectively answering your question.

"Stunning. You perfect."

Self doubt threatened to overcome you but you swallowed it down. Feitan doesn't lie and certainly doesn't sugarcoat anything. If he said something, it was the truth. To him, you were everything he could ever ask for. To you, he was the whole world.

"You look handsome yourself, my love. Thank you for doing this for me."

"This for us. We deserve it."

You two put the finishing touches on your outfits, you attaching Feitan's bowtie while he clasped your jewelry. Walking out of the hotel lobby, you turned many heads as onlookers watched you with jealousy. You were a sight to behold, the true definition of a power couple. The walk to the restaurant was short and you were there before you knew it. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as Feitan opened the door for you. The ambiance inside was like nothing you had ever seen. It was dark, no overhead lighting to be seen, and candles were lit everywhere your eyes landed. There was someone playing the piano in a corner of the restaurant and you overheard one of the staff members talking about a reservation for a big name celebrity that was going to be there later. You were almost overwhelmed by the whole atmosphere being completely foreign to you but were brought back down to earth by Feitan's hand barely resting on your lower back. You knew he wasn't into touching or PDA of any kind so you wondered if he was turning to you for reassurance in this strange place as well. You gave him a soft smile as you walked up to the hostess. Feitan told her a name the reservation was under, which surprised you. There was no way he could've gotten one without you noticing, especially in only a few hours. You were fully expecting to have to wait for an open spot so when she quickly ushered the two of you to a secluded table, you were taken aback. You thanked her as she left menus for you to peruse.

"Did you do this for me?" you asked, gesturing to the table.

"Yes."

"Thank you."

Feitan didn't give you a verbal response but you knew he took your appreciativeness to heart. He didn't want to spoil the romantic mood right now but couldn't wait to tell you how he tracked down the maitre d' in record time and offered to help him lose some weight in the form of less limbs if he didn't secure the best table for you. You saw the menu didn't have prices and you knew you were in for one expensive meal, but you were practically vibrating with excitement to try one of everything. Feitan still didn't get the appeal of this place but he wasn't going to put a damper on your fun so he stayed silent as you rambled off your order. He put in his order as well and the waiter was off, leaving you to bask in the candlelight.

"This must be the life that boss lives every night," you mused, earning a slight smile from the man across from you. As you waited for your food, you both chatted about whatever crossed your minds at the time, enjoying the calm dining experience. Your appetizers finally came and you dug right in. You had never eaten anything so delicious in your entire life. You didn't even know food could taste like this! As you devoured your helping, Feitan was more apprehensive. The presentation of his dish was much too fancy. People eat like this every day? He didn't understand it but wasn't going to keep putting much thought to something that didn't really matter. When the food hit his tastebuds, he was pleasantly surprised. The composition may look silly, putting that much work into something that wouldn't last more than a few minutes, but it was so flavorful. You sneaked a bite off each other's plates, complimenting one another on your choices. You eagerly awaited the main course as Feitan was coming to terms with wasting his money here. When your new plates were set down in front of you, Feitan immediately put his fork into it and started shoveling. You, on the other hand, frowned.

"Aww man! I asked for no cheese."

You heard a loud clink of silverware striking porcelain. Feitan had dropped his fork and reached for your plate while you swatted him away.

"What are you doing?"

His eyes narrowed. "You no like it? They fix for you. I make sure."

"It's not a big deal, I promise," you sighed, but he wasn't having it.

"They mess up, they fix. You don't eat what you don't want. Not today, not ever."

He was usually headstrong but you had never seen him so adamant about something.

"Okay, if you want, you can let them know. Just, please, be nice about it? I want to be able to come back here in the future."

Feitan's smile did nothing to quell your fears; that made you worry even more about what he was planning to do. When he stalked off into the kitchen with your plate, you gathered your things to be ready to make a run for it in case the police were called.

Feitan was just beginning to not hate this place when they had the audacity to mess up your order. Of course he was going to fix it, he wasn’t going to let you eat something you didn't find enjoyable. He meandered into the kitchen, kicking open the doors loud enough to gather everyone's attention in there.

"Which one of you cook this?" he asked, showcasing the plate before resting it on the counter. A few of the staff rushed toward him, faces red with anger.

"You can't be in here!" one of them yelled. The staff member went to grab Feitan to drag him out but Feitan acted fast, grabbing a knife from the block and slamming the guy's hand down on the counter. He kept the knife poised over one of the man's fingers, drawing blood, as he addressed everyone.

"If you no answer question, man's fingers will be chopped like carrot. Who cooked this?"

One chef nervously stepped away from the others, raising his hand in trepidation. "I-I did, s-sir. Was it not to... to your satisfaction?"

"My partner asked no cheese. Cheese was there. You fix or your eyeballs end up in spaghetti. Got it?"

The chef, fighting back tears, shook his head and quickly re fired the dish. Feitan, now content, released the first man he apprehended and hurried back to you. He would never want to keep you waiting unnecessarily.

When Feitan came back, you were relieved that no one was screaming and his tuxedo wasn't covered in blood.

"I take it that it went well?" you asked.

"Yep. Your food will be out soon. Right, this time."

"You didn't have to do that for me. But thank you for showing you care."

You couldn't tell if it was a trick of the light or if his eyes actually softened for a second.

"You're welcome. I care all the time. I try to show more."

You reached over and gave his hand a short squeeze and he readily accepted it. When your main course came out again, the waiter dropped it off and practically ran away, leaving you happy with your correct order and Feitan happy at the fear he ignited in the staff.

"Better?" he asked, taking a bite of his own meal.

"Much," you replied.

The rest of the night went smoothly and the waiter informed you that the bill was being covered by the chef who messed up your main course. In addition, he comped two desserts as a sign of good faith and you were elated when they arrived at your table.

"You're not gonna have anything?" you asked, a big piece of cake dangling from the confines of your spoon. Feitan looked you up and down, a mischievous smirk appearing on his face.

"I'm saving room for my dessert at home."

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keiriiz · 10 months ago

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Chrollo Relationship/Romantic Headcanons

Now for these headcanons, this is where my opinion might really differ from the rest of you guys. Of course this isn’t all but just some of my favorites. I will be putting a clear NSFW warning for when I start to talk about him in bed. 🔞

I do want to add that some of my headcanons would change depending on his partner. If they’re a Nen-user or not, exactly what their ability is, if they’re in the Phantom Troupe, and how long he’s known them, etc. These are just as neutral as possible haha. Even some of what I say here contradicts how I’ve written him in certain ships because I knew exactly how he would act for those specific love interests.

✥ Right of the bat, Chrollo is bi-romantic, having very little preference of gender when it comes to his s/o. And sexuality wise, he’s definitely on the demisexual spectrum.

✥ Chrollo never really planned on being in a long term relationship or ever settling down with someone when he created the Phantom Troupe. It was just another aspect of life he was prepared to sacrifice. So giving a genuine relationship a shot he’d have to really love the other person.

✥ It would take forever for Chrollo to actually recognize he was feeling romantic attraction to another person as the entire thing is foreign to him.

✥ This man’s charisma goes out the drain when trying to flirt with someone he’s genuinely interested it. Tapping his fingers as a stim while he awkwardly flirts. It’s painfully adorable.

✥ Before making things official, he may do extensive research on his s/o. Background checks, verifying friends and family members, overall borderline stalking. It’s a safety measure. He doesn’t want to risk falling for someone who works for an opposing group or who might betray him.

✥ In a relationship, his s/o would be a source of comfort, especially if the relationship is long term. He’ll relax in their arms after a heist or cuddle up to them when he has a nightmare.

✥ I said in my last post but I’ll say it again here. Chrollo is a little spoon!

✥ It’s not too often Chrollo will verbally tell someone he loves them, his main ways of showing affection are quality time, and gift giving. And for his special someone, he wouldn’t just give them random things willy-nilly, he’d put thought behind each one. Say his partner mentions needing new shoes because their current ones are really worn out. You bet next time Chrollo sees them he’s bringing two pairs of brand new shoes.

✥ He loves to be able to lay his head in his s/o’s lap and have them play with his hair while he reads. He might even purr if given the right setting.

✥ Chrollo can be touch avoidant in general. If anyone touches him and he hasn’t given that person mental permission he will move away, shudder even. So if he’s actually allowing another in his space it really is a sign of fondness.

✥ This man definitely takes notes from romance novels he’s read when it comes to dates with someone he’s head over heels for. It can be cheesy.

✥ Chrollo isn’t a chef by any means but on occasion he’ll attempt to cook for his s/o when staying in. Might as well put some of his cook books to use after all.

✥ The times Chrollo is with his partner, things can be quite pleasant. However he can still be emotionally distant. He often wonders what he did to deserve all of this. To be able to love and be loved. It’s a mental battle he might struggle with quite often in the relationship and he wouldn’t be too open to communicating that, leaving his s/o confused. Just some general reassurance could go a long ways.

✥ I feel like a lot of people go for the idea that he’d like others with similar interests or are like him in general, and I could see potential in that mindset however I much prefer the “opposites attract” trope. I think Chrollo might have a bigger interest in someone different than him who can really show a different perspective on certain things. Or even test his mindset and show him new interests.

✥ He’s protective of his s/o, knowing with the life he has, anyone might try to hurt them to get to him so Chrollo wouldn’t be one to really “show off” his partner unfortunately. They relationship could be pretty private.

✥ Assuming his s/o isn’t in the Troupe, Chrollo may ghost them while he’s away on the job. He’ll let them know he’s working, but no calls or texts while he’s away. He won’t even give a location. He wants to keep his personal life separate and doesn’t want to risk revealing to an enemy his relationship or possibly get distracted.

NSFW BELOW ‼️

✥ Before the relationship, Chrollo didn’t really like sex (as I mentioned him being demi), he viewed the act as a chore used on jobs to get information and didn’t find it all that gratifying.

✥ With his s/o, Chrollo much prefers to make love as opposed to casual sex. He likes the intimacy of being with someone he truly loves and not just an act of pleasure.

✥ He prefers bottoming though is open to being a verse. Acting as Boss all the time he really just likes to relax in his personal life so in all honesty it wouldn’t be rare to catch him being a pillow prince in bed.

✥ Chrollo’s not the biggest cock wise, probably just reaching average. He’s uncut being from Meteor City but trust and believe he keeps that shit clean with his pubic hair trimmed.

✥ He’ll almost never out right ask for sex, he’s honestly fine if his partner doesn’t have any interest in the act either. Though if they make a move he’s more than happy for a session.

✥ He’s got VERY sensitive nipples. Give them a little tug with your teeth and he’ll mewl.

✥ Aftercare is always a given between him and his s/o. If Chrollo just got done bottoming, cuddles and praise are a must. He’d especially melt if given a massage.

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corollaservant · 10 months ago

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The Host // Chrollo x f!Reader (18+)

Synopsis: Chrollo likes you, you remind him of someone he knows. Better yet, you might just be her. He's hosting a show tonight and you're starring in it.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, yandere, kidnapping, drugging, manipulation/coercion, knives, oral and penetrative sex, psychosis/schizophrenia, stalking, Sarasa mentions (Chrollo's childhood friend), spoilers for the manga, would add more but it kinda ruins it.

A/N: inspired by Phantom Troupe's flashback in the Succession Contest arc and my love for Chrollo. Played intentionally with the verb tenses.

The party. That’s right, you were at a party, a drink in your hand and your friend with you. Where was the party? A sharp pain pierces your cranium and you wince. What ever happened to your friend? You decide you can't show empathy at present time.

It was commonly assumed that memory followed a chronological sequence, that the human brain could recall memories exactly like they unfolded but in all honesty, memory recalling happened in fragments for most. The party. Your friend. The colors of the light. A man.

A man. Who was the man and what were you talking about, you try to think but it’s kind of hard when you can’t see, you’re blindfolded and tied to a chair. Earthy odor, smells like soil, you note. Not that this takes you far. You had definitely been drugged, you felt weak and nauseous (it was a wonder the stills popped in your head) eyes so tightly folded, the little shapes and colors from the pressure increasing your fatigue, your heart palpitating. Was this date rape? You couldn’t touch yourself to find out but you felt intact. This was also not a date. Then why the abduction and ropes? To offer something, you think. But you didn’t have much to offer for the record. You try calming yourself down but the thought only stresses you further. Fuck, how long was this going to take?

Chrollo never did things without reason. Never talked without it, stole without it (debatable, but they were in need), never acted without it or killed without it. You being there was no mistake, he was wondering how you felt at the moment, not very familiar with human emotions, they all seemed wary, he thought, so he often brushed them off—he didn't care enough to dig deeper. Chrollo listened, he never talked. He could sit through a Troupe meeting actively hearing the members, knowing fully well when stupid proposals and ideas were spouted as they all patiently waited for his final word. He didn’t mind, he thought it was funny how people unraveled without him trying.

His decision on you, he had to admit was made on impulse. He didn’t mean to drug you. He didn’t mean to abduct you. Unlike you, he remembers details. Him and the Troupe were in a club (silly to assume for entertainment, a stolen prize now decorating the heist gallery in one of the Troupe's hideouts) when he saw you. You weren’t far, a couple inches away, drinking clumsily and conversing with a person he presumed was a friend by the proximity of it. You had her eyes, he thought. Of course he could see perfectly in the dark, well, he could pretty much use any of his senses to a higher extent, he wouldn’t be a Specialist after all. Your wide eyes gleamed, they squinted when you couldn’t listen. To make matters worse, you had your hair in pigtails, loosely falling down your shoulders, long hair divided by two black hair ties. Just like hers, he thinks.

Now, Chrollo is not sentimental, he really isn’t, but the optic parallels cloud his judgement and he wants nothing more but to be by your side, to reminisce the part of him that died a long time ago. He can’t cry, not unless he has a reason; he does nothing without it, but feels touched merely by your presence. Once the decision is finalized, he makes a move.

‘’Excuse me, miss.’’ A voice rings behind you. A tall man with dark brown hair and gloomy eyes holds out your house keys, you always shoved them in your pockets, as you considered it safer than your purse, not directly attached to your body.

‘’T- thank you.’’ You stammer, you’ve had a couple of drinks as the club lights hit on your face making you stumble against him, the guy behind you dancing so carelessly, you’re being pushed left and right either way.

‘’Be careful.’’ He smiles as he extends his arm to hold you upright, a mournful look on his face as he walks away. The keys. The man. The drink. Dark. There is no memory of what happened after.

It’s the same voice you hear entering the room, was it even a room? The sounds echo as if you are in a cave.

‘’Finally, here you are darling.’’ He smoothly says as you scream the first thing that comes to your mind ‘’What the fuck do you want?’’. Your voice rips through the "cave" but you are certain it makes no difference. Whoever this is, doesn’t worry about the helpless sounds you’re about to make.

‘’Darling, please don’t yell, I’m right here.’’ The voice of the man inches closer, as the blindfold is being removed from your hurting eyes. Your heart races when you see him in all his glory, ominous stare and a tattoo decorating his forehead (did he have this at the club?), blue orb-shaped earrings, a peculiar attire that reminds you of a Victorian vampire—a long coat with feathers all the way down his ankles and some funny boots. His calm expression while supposed to be relaxing, just increases the nausea in your stomach, he seems familiar with such processes. As for the place, it isn’t coming to your aid either, you can’t recognize what this used to be (a warehouse? a prison? an actual cave for outcasts in the city suburbs?). You feel the known sensory feeling well up in your eyes, it’s starting to become serious.

‘’W-what to do you want?’’ You stutter, unable to scream; you could but see no point.

‘’Are your hands in pain my darling?’’ His eyes look over your tied wrists with concern and he flinches looking at the knot. ‘’I told Feitan to go easy on you.’’ ‘’Well.. he just never listens.’’

‘’What do you want from me?’’ You want to scream and beg him to let you go, he didn’t assault you so what does he even want? You had no use to a person, as far as you knew, an unessential addition to people’s lives.

‘’My sweet darling..’’ He murmurs as he prolongs the sentence, his words making a bile travel to your mouth; your nausea from the drugging never really went away.

What sick game is this?

‘’Please excuse the sudden change of heart after our brief encounter at [ ]. I was hoping you can understand that I wanted you here today for a very special reason.’’ He starts and your heart’s thrumming, you silently beg him to get to the point. You want out of there immediately.

‘’Please!’’ You yelp frustrated ‘’Just tell me!’’

‘’How about I show you? Hmm?’’ He responds, his velvety voice making you gag. ‘’Shalnark!’’ He calls and a blonde guy (boy?) makes an appearance holding a.. tripod and a digital camera, which he sets right next to him, adjusting the tripod’s legs and connecting the mounting head with the camera.

‘’Everything's set up, anything else boss?’’ This guy literally beams as your eyes widen, was this a perverted farce? What did the guy mean with fucking boss?

‘’W-what is this?’’ You ask but ‘boss’ has his a attention directed at the blonde guy.

‘’Think you’re forgetting something, Shalnark..’’ He playfully scolds and the boy’s eyes light up as if having a sudden godlike revelation.

‘’You’re so right, boss!’’ He widely smiles as he exits.

‘’W-what are you gonna do?’’ You are crying, anxious and can't think straight—the psychotic simulation suddenly makes you wish it would’ve been a date rape.

The boy comes back and this time he is holding a wireless microphone, which he passes to the ‘boss’, his name unknown and not your concern at the moment as he wordlessly leaves you once again to his mercy.

‘’Now, sweetheart,’’ You flinch at the choice of words. ‘’I would like for you to hold this right here.’’ He tells you indicating the microphone ‘’I’m going to untie you, please think carefully of your next move.’’ He says as he comes close to you, removing the ropes and freeing your bruised wrists. Your eyes flicker, should you try this? He knows. He sees you. He is a Specialist after all, he has a reason. The split second your left foot is turned towards his right, a wide knife with a sharp blade is pressed to your neck, while you’re being headlocked to his sides. This happens so fast you hardly have time to comprehend it.

‘’Sweetheart.’’ He sighs. ‘’The knife’s not just sharp, it’s also poisonous, so please behave.’’ He goes about it as if he deals with things like that daily, you feel your legs trembe and almost snap but he lifts you up and places you back to your initial spot. What kind of a psychotic freak has a poisonous knife on them? And why are his reflexes so fast?

‘’Will you please hold this, darling?’’ He patiently asks again, as he hands the microphone over, your hands shake but you take it, eyes wide in fear.

‘’Now..’’ He smiles. ‘’We’ll go over the script, oh..it’s been such a long time since I’ve done this!’’ He exclaims looking...happy?

He hands you over a paper with a language you can’t understand and small dialogues—you take it it’s a German variation, as there’s these funny dots over the vowels but also has some incomprehensible words and you can’t make the distinction. On the bottom there’s this image of some superheroes with cleaning devices, one holds a broom, the other one a mop. Nothing makes sense and you feel exhausted as you try to negotiate a way out. Maybe he is just a freak who wants a stupid script played out, maybe it’s that. Maybe you will be able to be free, to see your cat again. Maybe. Logic has left you, but you don't seem to notice.

‘’W-will you..please..let me go after?’’ You whisper, ready to hear the worst.

‘’My precious, of course! Please grant me this favor and I will set you free immediately, I ask for you to forgive previous gestures on my behalf, it just happens that they mean so much to me..’’ The words linger as you suspiciously eye him up. This is not a time for bargains or reason so you’ll comply to the freak’s needs.

You start reciting as he cuts you off. ‘’More passion, my angel, you need to say it aloud, shout out the line!’’ and you sniff, what a fucking weirdo.

He makes you retake the incoherent dialogues multiple times, cutting you off, correcting you, shouting at you for not waiting for his part. Of course he assigned himself the leader role, must've been some god complex—no wonder from a perverted mind like his.

It is around the middle of the play, when you mispronounce a word that he seems agitated as he approaches you. He slaps your face with malice, an ominous stare, his eyes burn as you let the microphone fall from the impact.

‘’You mispronounced this, she’d never do that.’’ He spits and you start feeling a new round of tears forming in your eyes, who she is and what you had to do with her not making any sense in your mind. You sob as you brokenly stutter.

‘’I-I'm sorry, w-we can redo this, please..’’ He stares at you, the same pitiful expression on his face. He doesn't look upset anymore, all that pent up anger left him, the more he looks in your pretty eyes, how could he stay mad at you? You were after all the person he used to care for the most. A veiny hand approaches your now disheveled pigtails (pigtail in actuality, as one hairtie fell off during your abduction) and his fingers twirl around it. His lower half close to your face as you look up at him. He is absentmindedly staring at your hair when he kneels down to your height.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ He smiles. ‘’Would you forgive me, my darling?’’ His breath fans on the red mark and your parted mouth. Tears are staining your cheeks as he brushes a thumb to 'clean' you. The proximity is eerie, you hesitantly avert your eyes as you gulp.

‘’Y-yes, sir,’’ You whisper, ‘’l-let’s continue this.’’ You're eager to be set free, eager for this twisted game to end.

‘’No, we shall not occupy ourselves with my play anymore, Sarasa.’’

Sarasa? Who the fuck is this and what did you have to do with her?

You don't like the new proximity, it makes you anxious, his hands still cup your jaw before he stands up and tugs at the loosened pigtail.

A bulge now decorates his pants and while you try to avert your eyes, you can't help but notice it. His finger grazes over your lips as he slides one in your mouth, observing you from above the whole time. A sigh escapes his lips when he hears you gag.

‘’Suck on it...’’ he orders, ‘’please, darling.’’

There's no plea in this tone, only authoritative command. You do as asked and he readjusts his legs. You can guess what's next and you just want this to be over—there is no escape but if sucking him off means you get to be free, you’d be more than willing to do that.

He unzips his pants, sliding them down together with his boxers as his cock springs free, he is probably the biggest you've seen and you panic thinking of him in your mouth. He must’ve noticed because he chuckles and approaches you. You are about to shut your eyes and start the lewd act when he steps aside and ties your wrists behind your back again. Left with your mouth hanging open, a victim to merciless desires, he puts his fingers in your mouth. Your saliva coats the digits, which he removes and cautiously places on his cock, stroking himself to the sight of you, stricken with fear and quivering, his good Sarasa, how he had failed to protect her, as he continues to jerk himself off in front of you. The scene is lewd: his naked torso protrudes over his ridiculously oversized feather coat, his cock oozes his precum and makes wet sounds coming in contact with your saliva and a tormented face; his head's arched back and slow ‘’im sorry’’s exit his mouth. You feel a sting in your core looking at him and the vague bile you had in your throat makes you audibly gag. How can you be thinking like this right now? But your body isn't run by your superego, your moral compass doesn't dictate your physical instincts and your legs are unconsciously brought together to alleviate the pain.

He is getting himself off, glancing at you, knowing you drink him in. His strokes become faster when he suddenly touches your lips with his thumb and parts your mouth only for an angry cock to slam against your throat without a warning. He hisses and grabs your head to push your mouth and nose all the way down, he wants his release and wants it now. You can't breathe or shout or protest in any way, only wiggling your tied hands and crying out in pain, which comes off as groans that reverberate on him and he crumbles— falling apart, moaning and shooting all his release down your throat. Snots and tears fall on his cock and he slowly removes himself.

‘’What a mess you made, darling.’’ He exhales too composed, looking down.

You were responsible for this?

‘’I hope the camera is still on, because I am intending to punish you, Sarasa.’’ He continues. ‘’You only had one line, my angel, one line in the entire play and you couldn't make it. You know how much this upsets me?’’ His voice almost breaks, the ordeal messes you up even more.

You can’t understand him, you want to get out, your throat already hurts from his penetration and you fear for the next part. You know it must involve sex and shudder at the realization he'll have to touch you down there. The thought that you had been wet up until he came in your mouth, the fact that he would soon enough know this, the fact that you have been involuntarily aiding his mission by complying to his cruel needs makes you feel vile but you have no time to process this as you feel two arms cutting the ropes quickly, letting you free from the chair you were tied to.

You jump up before realizing it, you’ll run you think—(you really don't have time to think, you act solely on instinct) but his agility prevails once again, fast reflexes have your neck choked as he grabs you from behind, the knife with the black handle against an artery as you halt.

‘’This was my last warning, sweetheart, please comply before it’s too late.’’

He is dragging you back, forcing you to turn around, his cock still free and half hard, is he seriously turned on by your futile attempts for freedom?

What a sick person.

He languidly sits on the chair with his coat draping and touching the floor as he positions you on his bare lap. You draw a sharp breath, as you feel him under you, a disgusting cock rubbing your clothed entrance —he sighs and pulls you in an embrace. He smells like cedar, you think, cedar and sweat as he brings his lips to yours, connecting them softly. You keep them shut, your eyes open and he knows it because he quickly pulls away. ‘’Darling, why don’t you kiss me?’’ he murmurs. You feel a sharp blade trailing down your spine, his knife moves to your sides and pokes at the flesh as he brings his lips close again. Your skirt reminds him of hers and it makes him desperate for closure, he'd protect her better this time, he thinks as a stiff cock touches your panties, connecting your heat to his and making you softly whine, sounds you can't control. ‘’Please..’’ he whispers and you finally do it. You let yourself get lost in the moment, your freedom is close but the more you think about it, the more anxious you become and sadistic tendencies like his leave no space for slip ups. His mouth clashes against yours, tongue overlapping your own, of course he'd be in control, while the knife rests on your lower back. You start grinding down his length, hands digging at the roots of his hair as you feel yourself lubricated against your will, you want this to be over, that’s what you tell yourself.

With a hand behind your back holding the knife and the other one free, he decides to feel your silky softness, test it for himself, his good girl, how obedient she is under his touch, how eager to be punished for her wrongdoings. He teases your entrance, as he smears the wetness gathered around, you choke on a moan, your still functioning conscious and pride making you want to stay silent but that's impossible with a hand around your clit and a finger sliding with ease inside your walls. The knife also doesn't leave you with another choice.

‘’I want you to call out my name.’’ He hums as he continues his rhythm, you are slowly coming undone on his fingers.

‘’W-what’s your name, sir?’’ You manage to breathe out in between thrusts, you’ve been trying to fuck yourself on his fingers, instinctively guided by a pressure within.

‘’Chrollo.’’

What a funny name.

‘’P-please..Chrollo.’’ You whine, it's when he decides to remove his fingers from you.

‘’Oh, Sarasa,’’ he sighs, ‘’you’ve misbehaved enough today, I really wanted to punish you, you know that?’’

‘’N-no, p-please, Chrollo..’’ You practically purr. At this point calling you Sarasa doesn't even bother you, you got accustomed to it some time ago.

Something in the way you hum his name makes his eyes flicker and he wordlessly drops the knife behind him, as he squeezes his cock to line up with your slit.

‘’Don’t think I don’t have other means to restrain you, darling.’’ He mutters and pulls you down on him, giving you no time to adjust to his girth, the head slamming against your insides as you let out a lewd moan.

‘’S-sir!’’ You moan, as you're sucking him in, taking every inch as best as you can given the circumstance while large palms viciously grope your behind, smashing your hips down his groin. Your pretty face bouncing atop him, wide eyes, oh these eyes, looking at his now fully darkened ones and he watches his pretty girl come apart, soft moans leaving your smudged lips, pigtails now fully disheveled; your hair bounces freely on your delicate shoulders. He observes your mouth, how beautiful it looks each time it curves and smiles at him, each time you’d tell him ‘’Look at what I found!’’ excitedly, a tape among the junk, a broken toy—you were his favorite companion. Chrollo feels himself jerk within your walls, you're trapping him inside and he won't last long.

‘’Come for me, please...’’ He needs this, he needs you. You grip his hair fervently as you let out small ‘’fuck’’s (involuntarily, you convince yourself).

He is inching you closer to your relief despite your disdain and you can tell he is there with you, parted mouth leaving shaky, pleading blabbers, as he grabs your hair and twists it in his palm, tugging at it harshly. You are forced to throw your head back so it gives him the opportunity to assault your neck, sucking and biting on it, the sensation tingles and arouses you as you come apart, digging your nails in his arms.

‘’C-chrollo–agh!’’ You sing, it pleases him and makes him groan—he is cumming for you, your core spasms and tightens, clit pulsating and muscles taut as he thrusts upwards to fill you up as much as anatomically possible. Semen starts falling down his thighs but he still holds you tightly. He's marked you his twice and doesn't think he'll ever forget.

‘’My good girl...’’ He exhales shakily, ‘’my precious, little girl.’’ He continues, rubbing your back, as your weight falls on him, the knife tossed behind him looks at you and you shut your eyes.

Chrollo lets you go. He doesn’t order you a ride or have the blonde guy escort you. You have to walk 45 exhausting minutes to find a bus stop and even then, you hardly recognize the area.

He leaves for the next 6 months, not communicating anything to the rest of the Troupe, people overestimate their closeness. He replays your video every night while he’s away fighting and earning (stealing) abilities, your beautiful, expressive eyes haunt his dreams, Sarasa would like you if she met you. Sarasa would make friends with you. Sarasa, you. What's the difference?

Chrollo comes back only to find you sleeping, so peacefully he rejoices at the sight. Absolutely perfect and innocent, he tainted you and you didn’t even care? He smiles. He tells himself you're a bad girl for sleeping with your doors unlocked, just like Sarasa liked to wander on her own and look where that got her. Maybe the door wasn’t unlocked, it’s something he finds irrelevant now. He had kept his promise, he thinks. You should be grateful he’s honest.

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 year ago

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Unconditional

Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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warnings: Kurapika is depressed, mentions of him having anger issues, mention of reader’s period(very short)

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Living and loving Kurapika wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. He had anger issues that got out of control sometimes, he struggled to be emotionally vulnerable with you, and he had missed several date nights and special occasions to chase the Phantom Troupe.

The other three in your friend group saw you as a saint. “I don’t know how you handle all of that, (Name). I would have broken up with him long ago.” Leorio said, sipping on his beer.

You sighed, playing with the straw to your strawberry soda. “It’s tough, but… I’m holding onto hope. Once he gets revenge, I… I hope he’ll be ready to settle down with me. He’s talked about wanting children before. I… want that too.”

Leorio downed the rest of his beer, before letting out a huff. “You’re too kind and patient for your own good.”

Maybe he was right, but the Kurapika you got to see was different than the man that others did.

It was winter, and he hadn’t gotten a single lead on the scarlet eyes or Phantom Troupe in weeks. Christmas was around the corner, and the closer it got to the holidays, the more depressed he became.

When he wasn’t away on missions or business, he stayed with you at your apartment. For the past week, he had been struggling to get out of bed.

Despite him not taking good care of himself and often taking his sadness and anger out on you by yelling or pushing you away, you still held him in the late hours of the night as he sobbed.

“I miss them… god I miss my mom, I miss my dad… I miss Pairo…”

You rubbed soothing circles into his back, not minding that his hair was greasy or his clothes were covered in stains. You kissed his forehead and wiped away his tears, whispering sweet words of love.

“Why don’t we do something tomorrow? Something to get you out of the house, or at least out of bed,” you said softly, caressing his cheek. He didn’t answer, burying his face into your warm bosom.

Soon, within your comforting embrace, he was able to fall back asleep.

He would go through these depressive episodes sometimes, where he would barely eat, and stay in bed for several days. You always helped him do little things to make him feel better, like change his clothes and brush out his hair so it didn’t get matted.

The next morning, you woke up, gently leading him to the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bathtub shyly as you filled it up with warm water. Kurapika seemed embarrassed, rubbing his arm.

“I’m sorry, I smell gross and look terrible…” he said softly, eyes focused on the floor.

You smiled, helping to pull off his shirt. “Everyone is gross sometimes. You didn’t mind when I was on my period and bled through my pants while we were on a date and even let me cover my butt with your jacket!”

He smiled shyly, his cheeks erupting in a blush when you pulled his pants and boxers off. “Th-that’s different. You couldn’t help that, I’ve just been lazy and I don’t deserve you-“

“Kurapika, we’ve talked about this! You’re not being lazy, you’re going through a lot! You’re allowed to feel upset, and I’ll be here to take care of you, just like you take care of me. You’re deserving of love and understanding.”

He had heard this from you multiple times, but each time it made him want to cry. No one had ever looked past the mask of anger and emotional unavailability he put up. You tore down his walls so easily, making him feel like putty in your hands.

Kurapika stayed silent, allowing you to wash his body, making soft content groans as you washed away all of the grime he acquired over the past week. You applied a cleanser to his face before scrubbing his hair, waving it smooth and fluffy after his bath.

Although he still felt pretty bad, a bath had helped a bit. He watched as you picked out some comfortable pajamas for him to wear. It was the morning, but honestly he appreciated you noticing he didn’t feel like doing much.

You dried him off before dressing him, the blonde leaning against you as you blow dried his hair. It felt nice being taken care of like this. In his teens, Kurapika would have never imagined someone caring about him so much that they were willing to bathe him when he was unwell.

“You’re… you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

You blinked, your face heating up. He’s never been afraid to say he loved you, in fact you were sure that you may be the person he held the most dear in his life, but the words he just said held so much weight.

“Kurapika…”

You pressed kisses into his face, wiping away the stray tears that fell down his cheeks. “You’re my everything, Pika. I want you to be happy, truly happy.”

He sighed, pulling you close and hiding his face in your chest. Kurapika always felt so safe when he was in your arms. It was almost comical to him. You were so much weaker than he was, with the wrong move he could crush you, but right now your arms around him made him feel safe and protected.

“One day… when… when everything has been resolved…”

He looked up at you, smiling. “I’m going to make you my wife.”

You felt your heart do backflips in your chest, and he couldn’t help but laugh at your flustered face. “You’re really cute, (Name). I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone as much as I love you.”

After recovering from his sweet words, you applied moisturizer to his face and combed out his hair. When he looked in the mirror, he could still pick out all of the things he disliked about himself.

He was pale, thin, had bags under his eyes… but you always blushed when he looked your way, your heart thumping wildly when he kissed you. It made him feel a little less insecure.

Kurapika let you lead him to the living room and set him up on the couch with a Christmas movie and some breakfast while you cleaned up your shared room. You had been unable to change the sheets and blankets due to his state, and you really wanted to give him a fresh start.

You returned after making the bed and putting the dirty bedding on to wash. “You know…”

You lifted the edge of the throw blanket you’d covered Kurapika with, ducking under his arm he wrapped around you to lay your head on his chest. “This is nice. I wouldn’t mind sitting here with you all day.”

He grinned, giving you a bite of his pancakes before snuggling close to you. “I’d like that. Now I don’t stink, and I feel… better. Some cuddles with my lovely girlfriend would be nice.”

And that’s exactly what the two of you did, spending the entire day together. The only time you left each other’s embrace was to use the bathroom or for you to prepare meals. Soon, it was time for bed.

The sheets smelled nice and fresh, and cuddled up with you, Kurapika could already feel himself beginning to feel better. It would take time to heal, but little things like this showed him just how loved he was, and how much he loved you.

“Goodnight, my beloved. Tomorrow, I… want to try going outside.”

You smiled, kissing his cheeks. “That sounds nice, we can stop by that new bakery down the street for breakfast.”

Kurapika almost felt excited for the day to come, and it was all thanks to you. “I love you so much… you truly are the most important person in my life.”

“I love you too, Pika.”

You both fell asleep in each others arms, each falling a bit more in love with the other.

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dioslesbianwife · 13 days ago

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Masterlist and Blog Info

my blog page rules: i’ll write basically anything (ships, x readers, fics, HCs, matchups, angst, fluff, etc.) I have pretty lax boundaries, just nothing graphic involving minors or anything that promotes hate. While I haven’t written full NSFW before, I’m willing to give it a shot if requested. I’ll enjoy reading and working on pretty much any request! ♡ ♡ ♡

I’ll write for any of the following fandoms: HxH, jjba, death note, bg3, genshin impact, mandela catalogue, horror movie slashers, marvel, and dc! (mostly upon request since i’m mainly a jojo blog, but i’ll write for pretty much any character from these fandoms)

Any x readers are marked by an x after the link.

Death Note:

L, Misa, and Light reactions to being proposed to X

Hunter x Hunter:

Phantom Troupe surprise kiss headcannons X

Chimera ant arc royal guards’ attraction types. X

JJBA Villains:

Period headcannons pt.2 (Pillar men) X

More vampire reader HCs X

Reactions to someone hurting their s/o X

Reactions to a sadist reader X

Jofoes with a partner that puts them in their place X

Jofoes x mute vampire reader X

Enrico Pucci x reader with depression X

Jofoes with a reader that crossdresses X

Ranking how well they'd work with their respective Joestars

Jofoees with a vampire partner X

Reactions to the reader getting a random boner X

Reactions to reader with powerful shadow stand X

Walking in on you showering X

Tooru being added to jojo villain house

Transmasc reader X

Reactions to a masochist reader X (second half)

How much I'd trust them to hold my drink ranking

Funny Valentine x male reader X

Matchup

Sub jofoes X

With an artist partner X

Reactions to love confessions X

Dating a werewolf reader X

Jofoes at the pool together

Jofoes with a ballet dancer reader that overworks themself X

Asking them for a baby X

Jofoes with plus sized reader X

Dio x top male cowboy reader X

Embarrassing yourself in front of them X

Jofoes with a femdom partner X

INFJ personality matchup

Jofoes with pregnant partner X

Parenting headcannons

Ranked on dateability

Reactions to playboy bunny outfit X

Realizing they're in love X

Jofoes when it's their partner's first time X

Surprise pregnancy headcannons X

Jofoes and sports/playing as a team

Sick day headcannons X

Seeing you wearing their shirt X

Jofoes with an enemy that held back against them X

Sleep headcannons X

Kissing Jofoes to propose a truce X

Jofoes parenting a misbehaving child

What if Jofoes swapped parts?

Friend vs enemy kiss reactions X

Receiving a surprise kiss X

Jofoes as school students

Drinking habits and alcohol preferences

Car and driving habits

Jofoes at an amusement park

Jofoes eating out at a restaurant together

Period headcannons X

Winter/snow headcannons

Jofoes and chores

Jofoes with a crush and what type of person they're into X

Grocery day

Jofoe group chat

Reactions to internet opinions of them

Which Jofoes get along with each other?

Receiving gifts on their birthdays X

What TV shows and channels they each like

Asking them to do your hair X

Jofoes sitting through a Pucci sermon

Receiving Christmas gifts X

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grndz3r000 · 9 months ago

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Dating the Chain-user, Kurapika!♡

Boyfriend!Kurapika who puts his avenge for his clan as his top priority but you come next right after that. You just have to be patient with him :<

Boyfriend!Kurapika who protects you with his life. Even if its a small spider on the ground, if youre scared, he'll deal with it for you! ...kisses as a thank you would be much appreciated.. but he wont ask for it--

Boyfriend!Kurapika who absolutely LOVES it when you play with his hair or massage his head. After a long day, he just wants to come home to you and cuddle with his head on your chest while you play with his hair

Boyfriend!Kurapika who gets bad dreams— no, nightmares of you leaving him. Hes scared that you might think he never has time for you and leave him. Hes afraid of the fact that the Phantom Troupe could go for you. Hes scared of losing you because ever since the death of his clan, you're the reason why he can feel pure happiness. Please dont leave him :(

Boyfriend!Kurapika who carries you to bed if you stayed up late, waiting for him to come home.

Boyfriend!Kurapika who holds you by the waist wherever you two go. He thinks youre safer that way <3

Boyfriend!Kurapika whos favorite place to kiss you is anywhere on your arms and hands. Your knuckles, wrist, palm, literally everywhere! Hes a bit too shy to kiss you directly on the lips, so you have to initiate sometimes

Boyfriend!Kurapika who may not seem like it, loves it when hes the one laying on top of you when cuddling. He just finds you so comfy..

Boyfriend!Kurapika who just loves you so very much <33 and is afraid to ever lose you :(

UHHHH HI IG THIS IZ MY FIRST POST HERE ON TUMBLR...

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STARZU WORKS. DO NOT REPOST, COPY, OR PLAGIARIZE MY WORK.

#hxh x reader #hxh imagines #kurapika kurta #kurapika x you #starzu

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im-in-love-with-99-demons-again · 2 years ago

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Good morning/afternoon/night I was hoping if you can you do a Kurapika x fem reader, where reader's brother is Chrollo. (But Kurapika doesn't know that..yet)

Like Kurapika and reader have been dating but reader ended up picking up a job far from him for a while. (Up to the point where Kurapika now knows how Chrollo look).

......I don't think i'm wording this right.....like to the part where Kurapika is in the car with Chrollo and then out of no where Chrollo says something like

"Oh, so your the boy my dear sister is dating and you're the chain user..."....

.sorry this is a bit long and weird....feel free to change anything Oh and can you make the reader Pregnant (Also Kurapika doesn't know....or he could!?) SORRY this is getting a lot longer then what i wanted..Hope it's not to much😥

OH MY GOD😩 some drama! I love this! no worries i understood you<3 I hope you like what I wrote...

Part two is: Here

also I have a weird feeling that your @bruh-help7764 if you are then no wonder you wanted the reader pregnant...

if u aren't then i feel like you and @bruh-help7764 would get along so well 🤡

warnings: Angst, kinda no comfort.

I also had no idea what i was writing......i started this at 3 in the morning and fell asleep halfway.....and now it finished......kinda

"I guess this is goodbye, but not forever. ''

You say as you start to head to your plane as Kurapika waves at you back with a sad smile, he watches as your figure slowly starts to walk out and onto the plane.

You had landed a pretty good job that only hunters can get and it was your dream job but sadly it was far from Kurapika but you said you guys would meet up for holidays if work would allow you guys to take some days off.

As you got onto the plane and made your way to your seat you started to remember what happened the night before you left. Your hands were pinned above your head as Kurapika made soft hungry kisses on your neck and collarbone, kurapikas other hand grasped one of your boobs massaging and playing with it's bud as it harden under his fingers.

he would slide in and out of you with ease from how wet you had became, pounding in and out of you over and over, you moaned loudly as he let out soft groans and heavy panting with some quit soft whimpering as he released his warm seed deep into you.

You blushed remembering the sweet words he'd whispered to you as he made the rest of you body feel like heaven, you slowly started to rub your thighs together before being interrupted by a flight attendant asking if you'd like anything to drink or eat.

you said you were good for now and she left. you blushed a deeper red from embarrassment of what you had been thinking in a public place..

A week has passed since you had moved away from Kurapika and you've been feeling weird but nothing to worry about...right? You tried to text Kurapika but he's being very trash at answering his phone.

but there has been one person who has been answering you a bit more....and that is your brother..Chrollo.

He was all you had as family..well counted as family.your brother never really talked about his work to you since you decided you didn't want in on the phantom troupe, you were once in but you had gotten out after almost dying.

your spider tattoo long removed and tried to move past that past but once you found out that Kurapika was hunting down every spider because they massacred his family you were heartbroken and mostly because he wanted to kill the head and everyone that was apart of the massacre of his clan....and you had a bigger secret other than the fact you were related to Chrollo was that....it was you that was assigned to kill a little boy almost the same age as you,

he had brown hair and a red and white (idk what it’s called what they wear) and beautiful scarlet eyes.

yes you were young but your nen was strong even your brother wanted to steal it. as you stabbed the boy and gouged out his eyes you heard him whisper something.

"K-...Kura..pika....i'm..sorry"

you didn't know who he was talking about but it made you feel a bit sad for him.

You later on found out who Kurapika was....at the hunter exam. you hid your true last name and your past and everyone believed it, you would have never thought that you'd fall in love with Kurapika nor did you ever expect for him to actually date you....everything is going good...but one day....Kurapika would find out the truth.

Beep....beep....beep. You snapped out of your thoughts and looked down at your phone to see you totally ignore your older brother, he asked if you made any friends at the hunter exam you quickly replied

Y/n: You're hella late for that message

Chrolla: I was busy with work..I'm sorry I didn't ask sooner.

Y/n: it's fine, but yeah i made a bit and I have a boyfriend too!

you quickly sent a picture of you, Gon, Killua, Leorio and Kurapika and than another pic of just you and kurapika, you didn't think much of the pictures until you realized what you just did...kurapika and your brother are like enemies...but they don't know how each other look...right!? well you tried to delete it but your brother has already seen the pictures...the damage has been done.

Chrollo: Oh i see..so the blonde one is your boyfriend?...interesting, well i'm truly happy you found someone, it would be wonderful if i could meet him

Y/n: Yeah..that'd be great (You forced down your anxiety as you continued to type) I miss you

Chrollo: Likewise

You put your phone down and mentally slapped yourself "I'm such an idiot"

Another week has gone by and Kurapika finally texted saying he won't be able to text because he got a big lead on the phantom troupe 😮‍💨 wow you really started to rethink about dating him.

(Kurapika ignore everyone man, poor Leorio being left on not seen)

but you had other things to worry about, you had been throwing up and feeling just like shit, you missed your period but you didn't think much of it (In case urs is like everywhere like mine lol)

you felt horrible this week and even called work which was full of you just vomiting in the bathroom...let's just say that's all they need to hear before hanging up on you saying you can stay home today. you ended up searching your symptoms up and your face ran cold, you can't possibly be pregnant....right?! you got up and decided to go to the store to get some pregnancy tests, running home after. Once you got home you did the tests and now the worst part...waiting.

(Kurapika's side now) (Also i forgot how dis ep went..)

"We'll be fine,...a number of the enemy were injured, so they'll stay put until backup arrives" Kurapika says to Leorio before turning to Chrollo next to him in the car.

"What are you looking at?" Kurapika says with a hint of sass

"Nothing" Chrollo says as he looks away continuing "I just didn't expect the chain user to be a woman"

"Who said I was"

Kurapika says as he takes off his wig to reveal his beautiful blonde hair (he still looked like a woman)

"I thought you knew better than to trust appearances, regardless you should watch what you say, since it may will be the last thing out of your mouth"

Chrollo's eyes widen for a second as he sees kurapika but only for a second before going back to normal.

"You aren't going to kill me, not after you left your precious friends behind and...Y/n...you wouldn't kill her brother....would you"

Kurapika got mad as he spoke without much thought of what Chrollo had just said.

"I may appear calm and-wait what did you just say? ''

Chrollo just smiled as turned out of the window.

"So she hasn't told you about me....figured,...she told me about you....but she surely didn't tell me you're the chain user"

"Don't talk about Y/n like you know her!" Kurapika tightened the chains around Chrollo as his voice got louder. Leorio tried to tell Kurapika to calm down but to be honest everyone was shocked, you couldn't be related to...to the leader of the phantom troupe. Kurapika was angry, he couldn't believe that....but...he also couldn't bring himself to fully believe that it was a lie either...

"But I do know her....why wouldn't I know my very own sister..if you don't believe me, you can look through my phone."

Kurapika told him to shut up and wrapped his mouth with chains as he grabbed Chrollo's phone and his heart sank....he found your name in his contacts and pictures that you sent of you and him and the rest of the other....he gripped the phone hard,

Leorio tried to comfort Kurapika to make him think of the mission and that's what made Kurapika come back to his sense. but the lingering thought of you related to this monster wouldn't get out of his head...were you a part of the murder of his clan? No you wouldn't be....you don't even have the tattoo....you also are not your brother...his crimes have nothing to do with you...you are someone else....not that monster....

(Back to Y/n View)

you came back to the bathroom to see if they were positive or not...as you grab the first one you take a deep breath before turning it around to see two red lines and not faint ones either, they were pretty deep color, you nervously chuckled to yourself as you grabbed the other one only to see the same results. You were happy but....would Kurapika even want kids right now?!

you guys were still very young and he had a mission and having a child right now wouldn't be the best...you grabbed your phone and went straight to your brother's number, you decided to text him but stopped.....shouldn't Kurapika know first? maybe you should go over there and visit him,

but the only day you could probably see him is in 3 weeks, you sigh and decide to just relax for the next three weeks.

After 3 weeks pass you get on the flight back to yorknew city. Once you arrived you were not greeted by him but instead with melody and Leorio, they both seemed to have sad and stern faces, you were confused on why. As you came closer to them, Leorio looked away from your gaze

. "Is it true?..."

"Huh? Is what true?"

You said but Leorio just shook his head before walking away telling Melody that he'll wait inside the car.

"What's with him?"

You questioned Melody, she just looked down and said

"I think...it's better you talk to Kurapika...."

you were confused why they were acting so weird and you were also kinda worried for kurapika...did something happen to him?!

you followed Melody outside and into the car Leorio was waiting inside. He started to drive and the entire ride there it was filled with an awkward tension,

once the car stopped at yours and Kurapika's place you stepped out of the car and Melody just nods at you before leaving with Leorio you walked up to the right door before pulling out your keys to open the door but it wasn't..locked..strange. you walked in and set your stuff near the ground as you took your shoes off and walked farther into the house/apartment.

"Kurapika?..love?"

You said as you walked to your shared room, slowly opening the door you can see Kurapika sitting on the edge of the other side of the bed with his back to you and his head hanging low (Btw it's night and the room it dark) you walk closer before you stop in your tracks with the simple 5 words he said.

"Do..you have a brother...."

You were frozen on weather to tell him the truth or not but ultimately decided to tell him the truth.

"I...I do...why?"

Kurapika slowly turns his head to you and you can see his scarlet eyes shine bright through his hair, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he glares at you. Your heart stopped and your blood ran cold...did he..find out...no he couldn't have....

"And...is he...the leader of the Phantom troupe?...."

you looked down at the envelop you had in your hand. the envelop was pictures of the pregnancy test and a small letter saying that he was going to be a father....but now..you don't know if you should even keep this baby growing inside of you....you killed Kurapika's best friend and was apart of the spiders and now...you're caring his child ....

"I'm....sorry....." You say as tears start to well up in your eyes and fall, the tears in his eyes fall like a river that was being forced back for so long.

"No..why...why..." Kurapika cried out quietly, covering his face with his hands, his head still hanging down

"Kurapika..i'm-"

"Just...G-...Get out!"

he lifted his head and ran a hand threw his hair as tears kept falling, his eyes narrowed to you. You placed the envelop next to him on the bed before leaving. You didn't want to cause him more pain...but you felt that he should know you're carrying his child...you were going to keep his child because it'd feel like killing another part of his clan if you got rid of it......

Once you left Kurapika felt even worse, why didn't you tell him sooner? why didn't you tell him before he....feel in love with you. Kurapika looked down at the envelop before getting up and leaving the house/apartment to go back to work....well surely there'll be work to do at this hour?.....right?

I Think i might make a part two to this where Kurapika reads the envelop after a while of just avoiding it.......also i had a total brain fart writing this....i didn't know what to do ....

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ataraxiaspainting · 1 year ago

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Ultraviolet Catalogue.

“I either use the cards I was given or get crushed under the weight of the world. Surely, at least one of you can understand that, yes?”

Warnings: Typical yandere themes, violence/gore, and sexual implications.

Pairing: Yan Chrollo x F Reader. (feat. Yan Phantom Troupe x OCs/Readers.)

→ Introduction.

You are trapped in a web of unfortunate circumstances.

But like a butterfly with a hole in one of its wings, you are not content with waiting to be rescued, instead choosing to claw your way out, even if you may not survive outside of the nest. Your only option is being like the spider that trapped you, entangling the other butterflies in your own webs. They follow you like moths to a flame, naive to the fact that your words are as sharp as a spider’s pincers.

You are constantly caught between your two natures, changing between both in the blink of an eye. There is no middle ground, for your morality and inner core have been taken from you long ago. To you this is a twisted game where the only rule is unspoken; do whatever it takes to survive.

→ Divisions.

Main Story.

CHAPTER I / Hier Encore.

CHAPTER II / Sweet Hibiscus Tea.

CHAPTER III / Cradles.

CHAPTER IV / Duet.

CHAPTER V / Teeth.

CHAPTER VI / We’ll Meet Again.

CHAPTER VII / It’s Over, Isn’t It?

CHAPTER VIII / Play Date.

CHAPTER IX / All For Us.

CHAPTER X / Problems.

CHAPTER XI / Star of the Show.

CHAPTER XII / Custer.

CHAPTER XIII / Escort.

CHAPTER XIV / After Dark.

CHAPTER XV / Sea of Sin.

CHAPTER XVI / The Sound of the End.

CHAPTER XVII / Choking on Flowers.

CHAPTER XVIII / Worms.

CHAPTER XIX / Nobody.

CHAPTER XX / Tiny Light.

CHAPTER XXI / The Rebellion.

Side Stories.

(to be added)

Misc.

(to be added)

#ultraviolet.

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deepdrownlamentt · 1 year ago

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Hi hi! I love your writing so much so far, I’m always glad to see more Arknights love <3 is it possible to request a similar thing to your Elysium and Tequila date plans with Phantom?

Thank you so much and have a lovely day~

↬ phantom's date plans

content warnings: very very brief reference to death (the crimson troupe incident(tm))

note: hi anon, thanks so much you're so sweet!!! also I LOVEEEEE PHANTOM YES OFC!!!! he's been my assistant since i got him ........ thank you for giving me a valid excuse to scream over him ^_^ i hope you enjoy !!

↬ much like the rest of PHANTOM's subtle affections towards you — the lightest brush of his fingers against your cheek, or utterances of my love, my heart, spoken only into the short distance between his lips and yours — his ideal dates are simple, private affairs as well.

↬ if you ever want something more ostentatious, though, he's more than happy to indulge you; his role is your gallant suitor, so of course he has to play the part. he'll do whatever you want, take you wherever you like. perhaps you've been missing your hometown, or you've been wanting to visit some scenic countryside? he's at your beck and call, even outside of the battlefield; any trouble he goes through for you is worth it if he gets to see you smile, after all.

↬ that being said, while he might have a bit of a habit of letting you decide what you want to do (i'm never opposed to anything that will make you smile, he says), he often thinks about preparing you a candlelit dinner, or taking you somewhere quiet and dancing with you in silence. he'll spend some time making tea for you both, or coffee if you prefer, like the kind he used to order at that corner shop back in victoria. he'll pour you a cup, let his fingers linger over yours as he passes it to you, and then allow himself a smile reserved only for you — small, gentle, reverent.

↬ sometimes he laments how he can't do more for you, sometimes — that he doesn't deserve you after all he's done. his words can only stay words and never form melodies, and his eyes always flicker up to meet yours before his fingertips ever even graze your skin. but still, he loves moments like this with you the most, where he can be with you with no interruptions and press kisses against your knuckles, your cheeks, your forehead, your jaw.

↬ his song ended all of their lives, but there are stories where even murderers can seek redemption, aren't there? you speak his name like a prayer, and he thinks that maybe you were his salvation, all along.

#♡. writing | burial beyond the light.#arknights x reader #phantom x reader

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the-menace-in-pink · 2 years ago

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The Phantom Troupe members if they had a Celebrity Crush — Part 1 (Chrollo, Machi and Feitan)

(CC = Celebrity Crush — VA = Voice actor/actress)

Chrollo:

Surprisingly, he's got a little fanboy side.

His celebrity crush would be any or all of these: a VA, an actor/actress, a soloist, or a lead singer in an idol group/band.

Whenever he has the time, he checks on his favorite celebrities' releases/ activities on SNS and YouTube.

Goes out alone on weekends and nights that aren't very busy so that he can watch his CC's movies. He books himself screening rooms at cinemas and watches all by himself —his favorite snacks at hand. He just watches, relaxed, quiet, and in awe. Has moments when he'll sob or cackle because of some scenes.

Has also booked screening rooms to watch animes and music videos lmao.

If his CC models/shoots ads, he goes downtown in the evening/night, sits on benches, and stares at their posters, billboards, ads, etc. All the while he's sipping on a beer or eating ice cream. Sometimes he just stands there, lost in thoughts, with his celebrity crush's face as some kind of comfort and backdrop. He'd be wondering about a bunch of things.

If CC is a singer, he always perks up when their song starts playing in a restaurant, bar, mall, or wherever. Even on missions. He'd sometimes hume or whistle to the melody, gaining amused and surprised stares from the other spiders, but they wouldn't overthink it. He's very lowkey.

Doesn't buy merch, but he definitely tries to attend concerts and meet&greets when his schedule permits. If CC performs at an event near one of the PT's gigs/destination, he will watch or listen from the sidelines. Maybe even from the top of a nearby building to get a view of the stage.

CC's songs definitely played while he was murdering someone or causing mass destruction. He most likely had to kill/abduct people outside concert halls too.

I feel like he'd gravitate toward someone who's the complete opposite of how he presents himself. Someone who's upbeat, confident, bubbly and extroverted.

Listening to their voice or watching their shows would be a serotonin boost to him.

If they're a VA, all of his favorite characters are definitely voiced by the celebrity crush—no matter their relevance or how big or small the role is.

In the case where he's really attached to said celebrity, he might sometimes get all up in his feelings and wish he was an average folk so he could fanboy in peace and write fanfics.

What hooks him is a mixture of talent, aura, vibes, and looks—that person. So I doubt he'd accept to date or start to court someone simply because they look or sound like his CC. They're irreplaceable, one and only. No one else is like his CC.

If any harm had to befall them, he'd get pissed—the silent type of pissed. You know what comes after…

Very loyal, tbh. If he starts liking a celebrity very hard, he'll most likely continue to do so for years. Until said celeb does something that turns him off or dies.

Even if the celeb is a sworn enemy, he'd still listen to their songs and watch their works just because 💀 he's weird like that.

He talks directly to CC's billboards/posters and explains his plans and troubles when he gets a bit loose and tipsy.

Probably has whole debates on the entertainment industry, books, etc., with a billboard or figure cardboard.

Simulates interviews, lmao. He's very unserious.

I've got a feeling he'd be into a band like PRINCESS PRINCESS (プリンセス・プリンセス)… I don't know why. Like I know he’d have stanned the shit outta Kaori’s energy 😭

"19 GROWING UP -ode to my buddy-" is his guilty pleasure jam.

Machi:

She’s not someone who pays too much attention to celebrities. One may catch her attention for a short time, but it’s rare.

However, if and when a celebrity holds her attention long and hard enough to become a celebrity crush… it’s someone phenomenal.

Someone who inspires her and commands respect. By their talent, devotion, and artistic quality.

I see her crushing on a famous stylist, makeup artist, or musician.

CC’s attention to detail, originality, dedication, talent, and hard work in the craft really get to her, making her breathless and wholly captivated.

She’d notice everything about them and how they move, carry themselves, and work. She’d try to emulate them unconsciously but would catch herself. Because she doesn’t want to become them. She still enjoys the rift separating them. She, deep down, wants someone to admire.

Still eagerly drinks in their tips and advice.

If there are colors her CC seems to like, she may find herself buying items (phone case, blanket, notebooks, threads etc.) and clothes in the same palette.

She doesn’t get merch but definitely buys from CC’s collections and brands.

If CC’s a musician, they’re likely in a band too.

If everyone’s bias in a band is the lead singer or the most attractive member, she’s into whoever is at the keyboard, piano, or bass.

Any interest she’s had in playing instruments is because of CC.

She’s quiet on social media. Will drop likes here and there but doesn’t interact with the fandom or CC’s posts much.

She anonymously pays people to film and upload CC-focused fancams.

May have ‘’politely’’ requested from the cameramen that they film more close-ups of CC’s hands and face (that look of deep concentration makes her blush, to her dismay 😫).

Choses to download songs depending on whether or not her celebrity crush had an input in them. If CC rarely ever produces/writes, she downloads their favorite songs from their band’s discography instead + CC’s recommendations.

If they’re a stylist, she probably integrates some of their sewing patterns in her own choreographies.

I’m definitely not projecting when I say she’s a YOSHIKI fangirl.

She gravitates towards a CC who’s reserved but eloquent and passionate when they’re asked about their work or ambitions.

Has already written a letter to one of her celebrity crushes. Not a very gushy one. Just a short note thanking them for their hard work and presence and telling them they’ve inspired her greatly and to keep up the good work. It was one of the hardest things to do for her, finding the courage to send it.. she was scared she’d get busted.

Would much rather watch and hear CC playing live than on TV or Youtube.

As I said, she’s a quiet fan. So no one in the Troupe (besides maybe Pakunoda) likely knows about her fangirl side. (She knows everyone’s celebrity crushes and darkest secrets tho kjshgfkhjgj)

Feitan:

He's an anime enjoyer, so his celebrity crush is likely a VA who may happen to be a singer or an actor. But he's not much into the music part. He definitely tunes in for their acting, though.

Feitan can be very intense in his 'stanning.'

Watches reality and variety shows featuring his CC. He has bookmarked and downloaded all his favorite clips and rewatches them whenever he's on break or bored.

Spends money on mass voting to ensure his CC wins awards and nominations.

I feel like he'd be a total Mamoru Miyano, Kana Hanazawa, and Ayumi Ito fanboy. I don't know why skjgfhjghkj

Retweets every single news about CC and the characters they voiced.

May have murdered or traumatized a known hater.

Probably has considered sabotaging CC's industry rival. The original plan might have been murder, but Shalnark snitched him off to Pakunoda and Chrollo.

Got a bunch of keychains of his favorite characters (voiced by CC) attached to his phone.

Visits every CC and anime-themed cafe and event whenever he can. Goes with Phinks and Shalnark for different occasions and reasons.

Sometimes gets involved in fan wars. He's usually that one bish who makes alt accounts and pops out of nowhere to doxx haters and their whole genealogical tree. It's a mix of him being offended over having his celebrity crush dragged and 50% of him simply enjoying the utter chaos and misery of random internet users.

His alts are on half of the internet's block lists. If CC has a reputation for having a 'toxic' fandom, it's 70% Feitan's fault.

Beefed with 12 years olds. No one will call his CC "MY meow meow" or "MY" anything when he's right there.

Tries to leave eloquent reviews and comments on CC's pages, SNS, and forums, but they always become memes and copypastas within the fandom.

He's on cloud nine when CC mentions or reposts the reviews.

Already sneaked at a convention while cosplaying one of his celebrity crushes' most notable characters. He paid Machi an excellent sum to make it for him, and thankfully he knew he could trust her not to tell a soul (he had to double the payment, tho…)

Showed up to fan signing events with those super elaborated cosplays. Has some pictures with CC too. He's the definition of a successful fan.

However, his pics get constantly stolen by other fans and accounts. Because obviously, his cosplays always hide his face behind a mask or something —he can't risk being recognized by anyone.

100% pretended to lose his balance so CC would catch him by the waist and steady him.

This man reads fanfictions. He's subscribed to any (Celebrity crush) x reader tag variations on every platform.

Buys any food his celebrity crush advertises.

He developed a crush while watching an anime at a very low point in his existence. And he's been obsessed since then. CC's performance in a character he related to really hit him in the feels. It's pretty touching, actually.

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