#Your OC and Nen

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[verysanebsdfan]

Hiii!!

So I really loved your ciel , tokito, and killua x doll reader

So I was wondering if you could do one of a reader who is a absolute angel and looked like one but also has a blood manipulation nen so basically a demon nen and similar to the doll one she says some stories that sometimes disturb our lovely assassin

And also one where reader is very similar to misa misa from death note !! She's a famous model w kira as her nen and she joined the Hunter to try and see what else she could do!!

Ty!!

Hello!!

I assume only with Killua then?

Either way i made this two separate stories, after its done i will link it here too if i remember. Also my hxh oc from 2021 had blood manipulation nen...

You can find the second story here

Also to the nen, i imagine you could both make weapons and stuff (make it not liquid using the iron in blood or smth) and move the blood, idk how to explain it but, when the blood is circulating in your oponents body, you can move it (while its still circulating) and consequently move the body of your oponent.

✩ Okay so to start very uhh originally, you guys met at the hunter exam, so you travel with Gon and him.

✩ Maybe you met during the third phase since you fell into the same room as them

✩ Of course they didn't really trust you at first, since it is the hunter exam and they should be cautious, but when you got stuck in the room for 50 hours, you bonded, since you were the same age as Gon and Killua.

✩ Killua was really impressed by your fight from before, very much wondering how you did what you did. I mean, it was obvious your oponent wouldn't just jump from the platform by himself...

✩ Of course he asked you about it, but you just responded with a smile and a wink

✩ So, after the hunter exam and saving Killua from his creepy ahh family, you went to the Heavens arena and met Zushi and Wing. When Wing gave them the vague and quite incorrect description of nen, that is when it clicked, and he asked you about your abilities.

✩ And you just responded with your angelic smile. Why was he feeling all tingly tho? (¬ ͜ ͡¬)

✩ When you got onto the 200th floor, you actually stood through Hisokas nen, oopsies a mistake, and just went to sign up for a match since you were bored by all those weak people in lower floors.

✩ Now, when Killua and learned the basics of nen and stuff, he invaded your room and started asking questions...

"So i just can...even stop their heart and stuff...i mean, it will beat for a little bit but the blood wont circulate...and then they will pass out and die...If the blood and oxygen supply is cut off, muscle cells of the heart begin to suffer damage and start to die so..." "That's terrifying, you can kill anyone...but can you also, i dunno, help people who are about to bleed out" "I am working on it, but i cannot do miracles, i am not a god nor an angel (debatable)...If the blood gets on the ground as well and i were to put it back inside the persons body, i may very well just kill them...I have yet to learn how to separate blood and bacteria....i mean it is the same as taking out a toy from pool of blood, but just really small...then another problem is getting it into veins...and if i were to stop the bleeding, i might acidentally stop the whole blood circulation, im no doctor though"

✩ And you are just saying it as if you didnt kill people like that...however it is very respectable

✩ And then in Yorknew city he confesses yipee...and then you meet the Phantom troupe😍

✩ Now, Killua sually really worries about you, i mean, you are an angel basically...and people are pigs, predators...animals...but luckily you can protect yourself SO!!

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Idk what to say anymore...not happy with this at all

[shalscumbunny]

hi omg i love ur writing sm! i was wondering if you could just write a small story about shalnark getting jealous ? :) it could be for whatever reason or maybe because his s/o kept hanging out with the other troupe members for too long 😭 thank you in advance 💖💖

I hope you like it and everything is fine, I think I made it too short, with too much fluff, maybe even half OC… I hope you like everything!

Jealous boy | Jealous! Shalnark x Reader

Summary: Shalnark's beloved Y/N does a couple of extra jobs for the Gen'ei Ryodan and he can't help but get jealous.

Pairing: Shalnark X GN!Reader

Warnings: Shalnark being a needy, jealous, adorable little baby of 180 cm.

Author’s note: I always mention it in all my writings in English, but better safe than sorry, English is not my native language so it is very likely to find many mistakes and also that I know practically nothing about writing "X character and Y/N"

Sites: AO3

Shalnark is a conceited and jealous baby, in fact he likes that you pamper him and your attention is 1000000% focused only on him, he was completely proud that his girlfriend was useful to Gen'ei Ryodan, although it hurt him that you would give him less attention.

Your Nen skill is not very complicated, you can simply see the age of the objects and thanks to that avoid falling into the theft of false and worthless objects.

He was happy, I mean he was when Chrollo offered to give you temporary jobs to help them, what he didn't expect was that he would send you to search for the treasures with other members of the Ryodan other than him.

His brow furrows and his cheeks puff out slightly when he sees you chatting happily with Nobunaga or helping Feitan remove dirt from his umbrella, it's like an anvil falls on his head.

One day Phinks was eating one of the cookies you brought before going out in search of a necklace that he had been trying to steal for a couple of days, but he felt like he was being watched. While he was eating next to you, Shalnark's eyes were observing him penetratingly, almost not even was blinking.

"Don't you have the feeling that someone wants to kill you with their gaze?" Phinks asked you while your mouth was full of cookies, so you shook your head.

Of course, Shalnark never thought of sabotaging you, but a somewhat sadistic and childish giggle formed when he came up with little ideas to embarrass his friends in front of you.

He was simply watching from a distance when Nobunaga's sandal flew out of nowhere and he fell on his face without you being able to help him.

When you arrive somewhat confused and holding back your laughter at the Ryodan shelter, Shalnark is waiting for you there, with that innocent and sweet expression, it doesn't even seem like he would be capable of killing a fly.

"How did it go? Everything okay?" He asks and then picks you up, spins you around in the air a couple of times and kisses your lips briefly.

"Good!" You respond a little blushing as he lowers you to the floor. "I just felt sorry for Mr. Nobunaga, he slipped and hit his face."

"Really? What a shame!" Shalnark feigned pity and surprise, but something in his expression gave it away completely, making you raise your eyebrows.

You soon took his hand leading him to an empty room and cupped both of his cheeks in your two hands.

"What did you do?" You asked with a somewhat serious but calm voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied, pretending to be indignant.

A small smile appeared on your lips, he was adorable even pretending to be offended and you knew him like the back of your hand.

"Are you jealous, Shal?" You asked bluntly.

"No" He lied, denying you his gaze.

"Aww!!! You're super jealous!!!" You laughed hugging him "But why? Did I do something to upset you?"

Shalnark didn't even have a chance to react, he just snuggled into your hair and hugged you.

"No... it's just... what if you think the other members of the Gen'ei Ryodan are cooler than me? What if you want to leave me!?" He said nervously clinging to your body.

You couldn't help but be moved by his words and you stood on tiptoe to kiss his right cheek repeatedly.

"To me you will always be the most amazing, smart, handsome and charming member of the Gen'ei Ryodan" You said affectionately.

"You promise?"

"I promise, jealous boy" You said softly, delicately kissing his lips.

Thanks for reading this shit 🤍

[imagineanime2022]

Illumi and Kianna's Kid

Illumi Zoldyck X Son!Reader Kianna (OC) X Illumi Zoldyck (mentioned)

Word Count: 864

Requested: @nunezs-stuff

Request: Random request but can I please ask for illumi with kianna

But how would he react to having a son with her that looks exactly like him but acts like her and has her personality

Illumi is very protective of his little family, while he still teaches his son everything that his father taught him but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t worry in his own way. Illumi never outwardly worried having been told that those kinds of behaviours were disrespectful to the person they were aimed at especially if that person was part of the Zoldyck family and had the same training as he had.

His son was slightly different from him though, he was a lot more like his mother in the way that he dealt with a problem or feeling. His son didn’t give away too much but there were small ticks that he had picked up from his mother, the initial reach to help someone before reevaluating the situation, the distance from anyone that wasn’t Kianna or himself and his little hands twisting at his trouser leg whenever he was nervous.

That was how he knew that right now his son ws not okay, he stood tall hands hidden behind his back as he looked at his Grandfather. His hands gave him away, fiddling with his sleeves Illumi stepped forward, his presence felt by his son as he did, he saw him start to relax “how is his training coming along?” Silva asked. “It’s going well.” Illumi answered “he still has not shown a nen ability but that will come with time.” “Mmm.” Silva hummed. “And Kianna, where is she?” “On a mission.” Illumi asked “her skills were better suited for the task.” “You didn’t think the boy was ready to go with her?” Silva asked. “Not yet, but it wasn’t just my choice.” Illumi answered as he placed his hand on his son's shoulder “with so many of us around we have time to properly train him before sending him out.” “Kianna does not want him out there yet?” Silva asked. “She’s reluctant without a nen ability.” Illumi answered, he had spoken to her before with everything that happened as a result of her own parents she was careful with her son, to make sure that he didn’t have the same issues that she had when he got older. “I understand that she has been through a lot but she must learn to let him stand on his own two feet, people target our family and if they ever set their site on him he will be in danger.” Silva explained. “He knows how to defend himself.” Illumi argued, he’d never felt this protective but he had noticed that he had even moved closer to his son as if someone was attempting to take his son from him already. “There are other things that we have to take into account for him.” “You can not shelter him forever.” Silva shifted in his seat “he will have to learn.” “We must go, we have to meet Kianna.” Illumi answered not really acknowledging what his father had said, steering his son to turn away from his grandfather to leave.

When they had finally left the room, Illumi was acutely aware of how quiet his son was, he hadn’t even reached over to grab at trousers leg. “What’s wrong little assassin?” He asked, nicknames were something that had wicked up from Kianna after he saw the way that your son seemed to like his personalised name. “I got you in trouble.” he said after a second. “You didn’t get me into trouble.” Illumi crouched so that he was level with his son, he didn’t really know what to say to make him feel better, he thought back to what Kianna would often do when he needed comfort. He carefully placed his hand on his shoulder. “Do you work hard when you're training?” “Yes.” The little boy nodded determination on his face. “Then you have done nothing wrong, let’s go meet mum and forget about all this, like we said before you tell us when you are ready.” Illumi easily lifted the boy off the floor as he started towards the front of the house. It was in that moment that he remembered that there was a reason that he rarely came home anymore, after his son was born his family was unbelievably pushy about his training and taking on missions but Illumi was reluctant to send him on any mission chosen by his family. He had noticed that he was very protective of his little family; it was nothing like he had ever felt for anyone else, even the protectiveness for Killua was different then this. Illumi hadn’t thought much of his younger brother or what he was doing lately but he figured that was why his parents were so interested in his son, Killua had likely stopped contacting them again but that was none of his business anymore. As he looked down at his son resting his head on his shoulder he decided that he probably wouldn’t be back for a little while, he wanted his son o be happy, something he couldn’t ever remember being before meeting his new family and he was sure that it was his parents fault, he wouldn’t let them ruin his son the way they ruined him and his brothers.

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Taking Care of His Injuries

Warning: fem y/n, oc insert, dry humping, grinding, breast sucking, mild blood, mild injuries

Idea inspired by @cafeguaba-blog !! I took a smutty turn with this bc I’m just such a simp.

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Y/n squinted as she dabbed the cotton ball onto the small cut under Hisoka’s eye, her brows furrowed intently. His large hands were at her hips, his veins were naturally prominent, small hues of blue lines decorating his paper pale skin. She was sitting on his lap, he was a large enough man to where she could use his thighs as a stool while working on his predicaments.

The magician smiled slyly at her, tired eyes narrowed. Their faces were inches apart, she could see the texture in his skin, the creases, imperfections and all. Her doe eyes flickered up to meet his, “Stop staring at me like that..” she mumbled and cleaned up the rest of the cut, digging into the first aid kid again. “Hm? How am I supposed to stare?” Hisoka replied, his smile didn’t fade.

“I- I don’t know just close your eyes.” She huffed and started on the gash in his side, “I.. I have to stitch you up.. it’s gonna hurt.” She let out a shaky sigh, looking at the medical thread and the needle in her hands. “Mm. It’s a mediocre pain.” Hisoka said as his way of reassuring her nerves. Y/n took a deep breath and began to thread the needle through Hisoka’s skin. Her hands were shaky and a creeping anxiety began to linger. “You’re doing fine, my dear.” Hisoka whispered, feeling the nerves pricking at her aura.

A soft, quiet groan escaped Hisoka’s throat, he leaned his head back against the headboard and sat through the process. Although, Y/n had stopped mid stitch, his wound half open.

She laid the tools to the side and lowered her head, “I can’t do it.” She whispered. Hisoka’s brow raised upwards, he looked down at her with a mixture of both concern and confusion, “Hm?”

“You can call her.. that girl that usually does your stitches- I can’t.. nen stitches would be better than this.” Hisoka could tell in her voice, it was raspy, timid and shaky. The fear of not being good enough, it was one of her biggest weaknesses. “Mm. Jealousy.” Hisoka chuckled, “Envy is sexy on you baby, but sometimes I do pity you.” The hands on her hips moved up to her waist. Y/n frowned at Hisoka, lifting her head up to look him in the eye to find that his smile still stayed and his expression was soft.

He leaned in and connected their lips, groaning softly into her mouth the way she liked.

Y/n scooted upwards on his lap, her eyes were parted briefly in thought but they were closed as she deepened her kiss with him. “Mm..” Hisoka hummed, thumbs rubbing up and down her waist. “Grind on me, baby..” Hisoka whispered, “I want you to feel our connection.”

Y/n’s eyes widened at him, their noses were pressed together, “Huh? What about your stitches?”

“They can wait..” Hisoka licked his upper lip, “Let me show you my love.” He held her hips, making her rub back and forth over his clothed crotch. She could feel a hard mass under her, nestling between her legs.

His long cock was hard in his pants as she could feel when he moved her. Y/n started to create her own rhythm, rolling her hips onto that bulge, feeling it throb and subtly jolt in his pants. “Ooh. You got me all excited.” He rasped, “Mm.. do you feel my package?” Hisoka held her hips firmly again, bouncing her on his lap, getting her clothed cunt to squish against his bulge, “Do you feel my love for you?”

Y/n whimpered, holding onto Hisoka’s wrist as he moved her as he pleased on his cock, still moving her hips on him to help with the pleasure, “H-Hiso..” the only thing she was wearing was the black lace panties he had bought for her, along with a black tank top. Hisoka moved his hands away from her hips, and with a grunt he ripped her top in half, exposing her bare chest.

“Such big titties.” He growled through a grin, his hands were on her hips again, making her bounce on him as he leaned in and latched onto a nipple.

Y/n’s eyes went wide, gasping and whimpering, trembling at the tingly sensation of having her tits nursed on by Hisoka.

He groaned and panted, like an animal as he sucked and kissed her nipple, his tongue licked around the plump areolae before he popped it back in his mouth again. “Hahh.. mmm..” Y/n whimpered, back arching instinctively, looking down at him with bedroom eyes.

“Everybody has their strengths..” Hisoka whispered on her nipple, kissing the little bud to punctuate his words, “It’s what makes them desirable and unique.” He moved to her other breast, playing with the nipple with his fingers for a moment, then lowering his hand back to her hip before sucking the breast into his mouth. “Mm.” He sucked and licked, causing Y/n to jolt and gasp. “Hospice may not be your speciality but you’re a strong girl.” Hisoka kissed the middle of her collarbone, then rose up, leaving her nipples hard and puffy. He towered over her, a cunning look in his eyes while presenting predatorily, “And you belong to me.” He stated, “You are mine.”

Y/n whimpered and shuffled her pussy on the fabric of her panties faster, feeling close to release. Hisoka’s grunts and pants became more deeper and louder, his hips bucking up into her, “There’s no need for jealousy, my darling. No need for tears.” He said breathily as he tilted his head back, hissing in ecstasy, “You’re my doll, my toy..” he groaned, “The ache in my sweet tooth.” He laughed drunkenly.

Y/n bounced quicker, panting and laying her body against his chest, “A-Ahh! Hhh.. aahhh!” A tiny orgasm, but she came in her panties, huffing and whimpering as she settled down. “Ohhh baby..” Hisoka growled, laying back against the headboard after release, “Ahhhh..” his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. “I hope that quelled your doubts, dear.” Hisoka added, his hands moved back and rested on her butt, “Mm. Now, continue.”

Y/n looked at Hisoka, her glossy eyes were still full of uncertainty, but when he opened his eyes to look at her again, his gaze was enough reassurance. She nodded and picked up where she left off on the stitching, surprisingly none of it came undone when she was grinding on him. After a few minutes she tied it off, then put some gauze over the stitched wound. “Ok..” she sighed, “Is that it?”

Hisoka looked down at her and nodded, “Mhm.”

“This is your lesson to leave Zoldyck butlers alone.” Y/n griped at him, packing up all of the tools into the first aid kit, setting them to the side. “Well, you know I like a little fun.” Hisoka chuckled, “And they all seem to target me anyway.. and I’ve done nothing at all.”

Y/n raised a brow at him, to which he just laughed.

[slayfics]

╰─ Kiyori hated Hisoka at first.

╰─ The two first met due to Hisoka trying to find information on spiders from Kiyori.

╰─ Hisoka is the reason Kiyori has a scar across her nose. He broke her nose in their first fight.

╰─ Kiyori only became a Phantom Troupe member because she was trying to hunt down Hisoka to fight him again and get revenge for breaking her nose.

╰─ After finding Hisoka again Kiyori begins to realize how interesting he is and begins to change her feelings for him.

╰─ Kiyori is extremely self-conscious about the scar on her nose, Hisoka often covers it with an upside down green star using his texture surprise as an apology for breaking it.

╰─ Hisoka lives to seek out and fight strong people but Kiyori just wants to have fun on exciting adventures. She finds herself having the most fun when traveling with Hisoka, and Hisoka loves to watch Kiyori’s Nen ability Lost Souls.

╰─ Kiyori use to pass out every time she used her Nen ability, but Hisoka helped train her and she’s a lot stronger since. Although, Hisoka only trained her in desire for a fight in the future.

╰─ Hisoka often visits Kiyori after he’s been in a battle that left him feeling excited. Kiyori gladly offers him relief.

╰─ Kiyori pierced Hisoka’s ears.

╰─ Hisoka steals and wears some of Kiyori’s clothes.

╰─ Hisoka always leaves Kiyori a queen of hearts card after he visits.

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[dhorrl]

Initiation

MDNI 18+

Feitan/Original Character (I gave her a name after I decided to put descriptors)

Trigger Warnings:

BDSM

Knife/sword play

Blood play

Mentions of rape/pedophilia/torture (OC has a rough history)

Spoiler for the manga (death of a character)

AFAB/She/Her pronouns

Maybe others to be honest I tried to think of things that might bother people, but this is Feitan, you know what you’re getting yourself into.

I do have this as a sort of chaptered story saved somewhere, but I don’t know if anyone actually wants that or if they just want the smut.

Things had quieted down for the Phantom Troupe. Hisoka was still hunting them, but they had strength in numbers. Everyone rotated, staying with the boss, constantly two or three at a time, and always staying with someone else in the Troupe when not with Chrollo. They used this time to search out and find new recruits, ones with Nen abilities that would fill the gaps in their ranks, much to Feitan's dismay. He was still bitter about losing Shalnark, though he never let it show.

It seemed that, for now, Hisoka was laying low, although it was never a good idea to let your guard down with the sadistic magician. While he knew he was strong, even Hisoka was aware that he couldn’t take down the entire Troupe at the same time. Besides, his plan was to kill them all, one by one, to re-fight Chrollo on fair ground. His bitter desire for revenge fueled his patience. He also made it a point to kill anyone worthy of joining the Troupe, doing his best to prevent them from re-building.

Many of the new potential members that did make it through were vetted by Feitan. Chrollo wanted to ensure that anyone they added going forward could withstand endless torment since Hisoka was known to be vindictive. Who better to test them out than Feitan? The boss didn't realize Feitan used this trial to unleash his frustrations. Many were not leaving alive or in one piece.

"Feitan, I know I said to torture them, but perhaps leave one alive," Chrollo remarked calmly. Feitan replied, looking away from Chrollo, "They were not worthy. I only pushed to make sure they could endure it."

Still, he would attempt to present the boss with a new member soon. Phinks mentioned he had located someone with abilities that might throw Feitan for a loop, though he shrugged it off. He was starting to feel bored. The people making it through to him were not even close to being worth his time, and he had suspected for a while that Hisoka was behind it all.

Phinks ushered the latest prospect into Feitan's chamber within their warehouse on the outskirts of Meteor City. He was not predicting what he saw. This slim, petite woman, even shorter than he, stood in a black skirt, tank top, and combat boots. Her jet-black hair was back in a simple braid. Her simple attire stood to accentuate the sharpness of her jaw, the softness of her eyes, but those things were not what grabbed Feitan's attention. His gaze went to her arms and legs, entirely covered with scars. Anyone who received that sort of treatment from him would be dead. Yet, she glanced casually at the instruments around the room and the dried blood stuck to the floors and the wall.

“Hey, Feitan, this is Jun.” Phinks said. "Jun here is gonna be our new member, I'm sure of it."

Feitan snapped. "I'll decide that, Phinks. Did you give her the password?"

Phinks smirked. The interrogation strategy went as such; another member would give the nominee a word or phrase, and Feitan's assignment was to extract that information by any means possible. "Oh yeah, she's got it already. I won't give anything away, but she's gonna be a tough nut to crack. Good luck, Feitan." Phinks winked at Jun in his feeble attempt at flirting.

Jun rolled her eyes, annoyed. "Well, come on, let's see what you got." She beckoned Feitan towards her as she stepped to the center of the room. She almost seemed bored, as if she was testing Feitan as much as he was testing her. "So, Feitan, is it? Chains or no chains?" She gestured towards the ties around the wooden chair where he secured his marks.

Feitan's eyes tightened. He despised feeling like he was being told how to do his job. "Definitely chains," he said as he tied her to the seat. There was no resistance from her; she was almost helping as she moved her arms around into a perfect position for tying.

"Do your worst; I give you permission to do anything you like." Jun shot a look at Feitan. "Although I doubt you'll cross any of my lines. Punch me, kick me, stab me, burn me; it's all the same." She leaned against the chair with a heavy sigh.

Feitan felt suspicious; he was confident in his abilities to break anyone, but this person put him on edge. At the same time, however, he felt strangely aroused. She was beautiful, the mess of scars on her flesh only making her more so in his eyes.

He shook it off, reached for a blindfold, and covered and secured her eyes, preferring to give her no sign of what might be coming next. He closed his own eyes, reminding himself again to try and keep her alive. If she was worthy of the Phantom Troupe, then breaking too many bones or removing body parts wasn’t on the table. Still, dislocating a few joints was a different story, as well as deep cuts and wounds that Machi could fix up. Hell, if he did cut off her arm, Machi could just sew it back on. However, Machi was away on another job and wouldn’t be back for a while. He imagined the cut off parts would still need to be fairly fresh for reattachment.

Once he felt he had a good plan that didn’t involve tearing her from limb to limb, he balled up his fist, and punched her forcefully in the stomach. A direct hit like that alone would take down many a strong man, and that’s without using Nen. Jun gagged for a moment, the wind knocked out of her. Blood splattered from her throat. He smiled, watching as the warm, red liquid began dripping from the corner of her mouth. He thought to himself, “This won’t take long at all.” But then, he heard her laugh.

"That's the best you got?" she murmured through strained breaths. Feitan was enraged. He restrained himself from punching a hole through her chest cavity. He reached behind her, grabbing at her index finger and pulling it in a perfect jab, dislocating it from the joint. She yelped slightly, but then continued laughing. Next was the pinky finger, popping from the joint with a satisfying snap, then pressing down to increase the pain.

Jun knew she could take more because she already had. She thought back to her childhood. Ever since she was little, her father and his friends gathered and did evil, wretched things to her. Her mother looked the other way when Jun would come home with her father covered in bandages and bruises. But Jun was strong, strong enough to stay alive. Until one day, her screams and cries no longer satiated their desires. Jun was too old for them now. The day her father took her sister out of the house and came back alone was the day Jun lost herself. Her rage towards her father, mother, and the men who hurt her and her sister was too much. She swore to kill every last one of them... and she had.

Jun was a stubborn target, but Feitan had his share of those before and still managed to crumble their will. The difference, however, is he could always use threats of death, where here he was really having to restrain himself. Feitan continued, hitting her across the face, narrowly resisting from breaking her jaw. Again across the right side near her eye, then again on the left. Once he was satisfied with where he was, he snarled. "Tell me the password."

Jun was quiet, and he thought he was getting close to breaking her. Then the silence was broken by a maniacal laugh through heavy coughs. "Come on, little man, you barely got started."

Feitan grit his teeth. Jun was mocking him? "You talk shit, I see." His patience was usually so strong, but she was pushing his buttons. He grasped the small double-edged tanto from his pocket and impaled her in the abdomen. Jun let out a moan that echoed through the chamber, causing Feitan to take a step back. He'd heard many sorts of cries from his victims, but that was unexpected. "Oh, did I not mention? The more you hurt me, the more it turns me on." Her tongue darted out, licking her lips sensually.

Jun's laugh was full of her own insanity. To Feitan, the unhinged sound rang like music to his ears. He bore the knife into her throat. He had an idea that would probably end him, but he was losing control. "I'm going to make you tell me the password. But first, I'm going to have some fun." He drug the knife across her throat, not entirely through but just enough to make her bleed. She bit her lip, enjoying the sensation of cold metal through her skin. He persisted, cutting off her shirt and skirt keeping him from the rest of her tender flesh. He couldn’t take his eyes off the scars that littered the rest of her body, her torso and hips and even her back. He found a few areas where the skin had yet to be touched, and ran the knife across, barely pressing down to just break the skin. Jun’s body bucked into the knife, enjoying the pain and aching flushing through her body. She hated herself for how fucked up this all ways, how she savored and craved this feeling. As for Feitan, he felt awakened in a way he'd never quite experienced.

He leaned over and licked the blood dripping down her neck onto her chest. Jun’s body shook with desire. She had not been anticipating that. It caused an involuntary groan as Feitan's tongue glided through the blood and sweat.

"Fuck, I thought you were supposed to be torturing me, Feitan." She was panting, feeling the heat rising between her legs. Jun couldn't help but tease him, poking to see how much more he would give her.

"There are many types of torture, you know," he whispered in her ear, his deep voice giving her goosebumps. "I happen to be an enthusiast of all types." He pushed the knife back into his pocket and removed the blindfold covering her face. Blood was dripping from Jun's nose, and deep purple bruises formed over her face. Her right eye was swollen shut. He had done his best not to break her jaw, but he did some severe damage. Her seductive gaze drew him in closer, then she spit blood into his face.

Feitan stood there motionless, then brushed the blood from his face. He took her throat in one hand, pressing down on her windpipe. "Next time you speak to me, you will tell me the password." With his other hand, he parted her legs and slid his fingers into her core, surprised but pleased to feel she was dripping wet. She moaned hoarsely through his hold on her throat. He continued working his fingers in while sliding his thumb over her clit. He wanted to soak his hand in her, savor her forbidden juices with his fingers.

Still grasping her throat, he lightly released enough for her to take a deep breath, then pressed back. She leaned back, trying to use the back of the seat as leverage to grind harder onto his hand. She was so close to release, just a little further…

Feitan withdrew both his hands. Jun took a deep gasp, and tears welled in her eyes. He examined his fingers, dripping with sticky fluids. His fingers glided through the blood dripping down her chest and slid into her mouth, mixing everything together. He grabbed her neck and shoved his own tongue in next, wanting to taste the salty, bloody mix of fluids. Once he pulled away, she eyed him for a moment. "Fuck you. I guess you're really playing hardball now."

Feitan flew back at her. Within seconds he adjusted her chains, forcing her to the ground on her knees and securing her hands to her feet behind her. He removed his black overcoat and undid the tie on his pants. "Fucking brat, I told you not to speak unless you tell me the password." He pulled down the front of his pants and pulled out his cock, hard and leaking.

Jun drooled, astounded at the girth of the man with such a small stature. Feitan snatched her by the hair and shoved himself down her throat, acting as the gag to keep her from speaking again till he let her. Jun’s eyes were ravenous as she looked up at Feitan, who she noticed was cruel and sadistic in the best ways. He was like her personal demonic angel, supplying the suffering she yearned for. Jun could sense that Feitan was in his element, and so was she. She was suffocated by him, exhilarated that he was violating her in such a way. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, picking up speed with animalistic want. Watching the tears run down her face, he felt like a god among men.

Feitan could feel himself getting close. His body was spasming, but he continued to mangle her throat, even through her gags and heaving and watched her take all his creamy nectar. He withdrew his cock, and she looked up into his eyes, tongue out to show the finished product painted inside her mouth. The sticky cum was melting down her face, then she tucked it in to swallow, licking the aftermath off her lips. Feitan's perverted mind was ecstatic. "So, ready to tell me?"

Jun's eyes were glazed with submission. "I'll tell you... if you please let me cum, too."

“You act like you have upper hand here. If you want to finish, “he grabbed her by the throat, “you will tell me password.”

Hot tears were forming at the edge of her eyes, feeling the heat between her legs pulsing and close but not able to give her the satisfaction she was craving. “If I tell you, and you let me finish,” she whimpered, “am I still going to be a Spider?”

Feitan's primal urges opened up. He knelt in the pool of blood surrounding her and untied her chains, releasing her arms from above. Then he laid back on the concrete floor, unbothered by the horrifying mess that had been created. Jun saw her opening and crawled on top of him, hovering over his still erect member. She glided along the shaft, soaking it in her wetness before slipping it inside. It felt amazing. All the sensations of touch, taste, and smell she was experiencing were explosive. Feitan used his thumb to circle around her sensitive nerves, and Jun couldn't take anymore. She screamed loud, the orgasmic pulses shooting through her body. She crumpled forward, laying her head on Feitan's forehead. "By the way, the password is "password." Totally worth it, though." Feitan lay there quietly momentarily, then an honest laugh escaped his lips. He sat up, entangling his hands in her hair, and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "I bandage you up. You bleed out."

Jun’s eyes sparkled. “Watch this.” She stood up, closed her eyes, and Feitan noticed the distinct glow of Hatsu around her. He tensed a moment, preparing for the worse, but relaxed when he saw the stab wound close as if it had never happened. Each open cut and scrape sealed. Once the last one disappeared, she released her focus and opened her eyes to see Feitan’s awed expression. He stood up and approached her, running his finger over the spot he had stabbed earlier. A faint, smooth scar was there. He noticed that all of the gashes he made were like that, like whispers on her velvety skin, but that others were raised and rough. He put together that those had to be before she developed her abilities. There were hundreds more scars like those.

He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to whisper in her ear. "Spider now. Let's do again sometime."

[luvpookie02]

Shadowed Legacy ~ Chrollo x OC ~ CH.1

001 - Sillune Zoldyck

A sinister atmosphere enveloped the mansion of the infamous Zoldyck family, known for their lineage of assassins. Kikyo, the wife of Silva Zoldyck, was hastily taken to her chambers as she prepared to give birth to the family's first set of twins.

"Are you both eager to meet your mother?" Kikyo asked with a quick smile, caressing her large belly despite the pain the twins were causing her.

Her smile faded as she felt a powerful movement in her abdomen. "You're already making me proud," she whispered, struggling to catch her breath just as her husband Silva arrived with his father, Zeno Zoldyck.

"What's happening? She wasn't like this when she had Illumi," Silva asked the maid attending his wife. The maid, emotionless, looked up and replied, "We don't know, my lord. She has been feeling this way since the first trimester, but it's worsened this month. The doctor hasn't arrived yet, so we're still waiting."

Zeno, deep in thought, offered an explanation, "Your mother reacted similarly when she gave birth to you." Though surprised, Silva kept his composure. "I see. We'll know for sure once they're born."

Soon after, a middle-aged woman entered the room and rushed to Kikyo's side, advising everyone to wait outside except for Silva.

Moments passed, and a baby's cry echoed from the room, bringing relief to those waiting. However, the relief quickly turned to alarm as a surge of nen filled the space.

Everyone was baffled by the strange nen.

Zeno was about to enter but halted as the nen inside the room intensified.

"What's happening?" Zeno murmured, watching as maids and butlers collapsed to the floor one by one. Outside the mansion, tourists near the gates and townspeople began to faint mysteriously.

Zeno finally opened the door to find Silva holding one of the newborn twins. "I did it," Silva grinned, dark energy surrounding him as he laughed loudly.

Zeno stood in shock, his gaze fixed on his new granddaughter. "After 800 years, the Jewel's eyes have returned," said Maha, who suddenly appeared beside them.

Both men stared at the infant Zoldyck, completely ignoring her twin, who had been crying the whole time.

Six years later...

In the dimly lit courtyard, Maha Zoldyck stood tall, his eyes sharp and calculating as he watched his granddaughter, Sillune.

At just five years old, she appeared small and fragile, but he knew better. She was the future of the family, destined to surpass them all. That's why he trained her harder than anyone else.

"Again," Maha commanded, his voice cold and precise.

Sillune, sweat clinging to her skin, stood unfazed. Her left arm hung slightly off from the force of their last exchange, the bone cracked. She didn't flinch. Not a tear, not a sound. She simply reset her stance, her expression void of emotion.

Sillune moved, her tiny body blurring as she dashed forward. She conjured a ball of lightning in her hand, crackling with fierce energy, and hurled it toward her grandfather. Maha dodged effortlessly, his movements fluid.

His fingers snatched her wrist mid-air, twisting it sharply. Her shoulder dislocated with a brutal snap, but she barely blinked, her focus unbroken.

"Better," Maha remarked, releasing her.

"But not enough. Power without precision is wasted."

Sillune's eyes gleamed. With a single flick of her wrist, the ball of lightning reformed in her hand, larger, brighter. This time, she shot forward with renewed speed, the ground beneath her sizzling from the energy radiating off her.

Maha met her head-on, his hand a blur as he deflected the strike with ease. He grabbed her by the neck, lifting her off the ground with a swift movement.

Blood trickled down her chin from a shallow cut he'd made with the tip of his thumb. "You'll surpass me one day, but not today," Maha said, setting her down.

Sillune's face remained blank, her eyes like ice. "I will," she replied simply, her voice calm.

Maha's lips twitched upward.. He is proud and thrilled about his granddaughter's futures.

On the sidelines of the courtyard, three figures stood in quiet conversation as they observed Maha and Sillune's relentless training. Sillune's father, Silva, watched with an expressionless face, his eyes tracing every movement of his grandfather and daughter with the trained eye of a seasoned assassin.

Beside him stood his wife, Kikyo, her eyes gleaming with pride as she watched their daughter battle. "She's incredible," Kikyo whispered, almost to herself, as Sillune hurled another ball of crackling lightning at Maha.

"At five years old and already showing such mastery over her abilities. She's going to be the strongest this family has ever seen. No one will match her" Silva glanced at his wife, his jaw tightening slightly.

"Strength isn't everything. She'll need control. The power she wields is dangerous, even to her." Kikyo waved a dismissive hand, her confidence unshakable. "She'll master it. Just like everything else. You see it too, don't you? She's not just talented. She's perfect"

"My perfect child" Kikyo blushed.

Meanwhile, from a short distance away, Sillune's twin sister, Sarielle, sat silently, watching them. Her bright black eyes were locked on Sillune, her small hands balled into fists at her sides.

It wasn't jealousy that clouded her heart-no, it was something far more complex. She wasn't envious of the attention Sillune received from their grandfather or parents. Instead, she longed for Sillune's gaze to fall on her, for her twin to acknowledge her.

Sarielle's heart tightened as Sillune's cold, detached expression barely shifted. There was no connection, no recognition. Sillune was entirely focused on her training, consumed by it, while Sarielle was left in the shadows, always on the sidelines.

She didn't want to be the favorite. She didn't need anyone's approval she just wanted her twin's acknowledgment.

Kikyo's voice pulled her from her thoughts as she stated "Sarielle, darling, you must be so proud of your sister. Look at how strong she's becoming"

Sarielle offered a small, forced smile. "Yes, Mother," she whispered, her gaze never leaving Sillune. But deep down, what she truly wanted was for Sillune to see her. To turn, just once, and recognize her presence.

As Maha grabbed Sillune's wrist again and effortlessly redirected her lightning strike, Sarielle's chest tightened. Not because Sillune was stronger or more skilled. But because she was drifting further away from her with every step she took toward greatness.

"I'll make her see me," Sarielle thought to herself, her resolve hardening. "I'll stand by her side, no matter what it takes."

Illumi watched from a distance, his sharp gaze following Sarielle's lingering stare at Sillune. He could sense the emotions swirling in his younger sister-the quiet desperation in her eyes, the way her fists clenched as she observed Sillune's brutal training.

Illumi, only three years older, was already a master of manipulation. He understood how people worked, and how emotions could twist and change people's actions.

He wouldn't allow it.

Sarielle and Sillune couldn't grow too close, not now, not ever. Emotions would cloud Sillune's judgment, weaken her resolve, and dull the sharp edge of her potential. Sillune was destined to be the head of the Zoldyck family, and attachments were distractions, weaknesses in disguise.

Illumi had made it his mission to ensure she remained untethered, focused on the path ahead.

But Sarielle-he could see the way she longed for Sillune's attention. It was dangerous. Illumi sighed inwardly, his face a cold mask as he stepped closer, placing a hand on Sarielle' shoulder.

"Don't," he whispered, his voice as smooth as ice. Sarielle looked up at him, startled.

"Don't let those feelings take root. Sil has a purpose far greater than us. She can't afford distractions."

Illumi's grip tightened slightly, though his tone remained calm. "She's the future of our family. She has to be the strongest, the most unfeeling. Emotions will only get in her way. You know that, don't you?"

Sarielle nodded, though her eyes betrayed her inner turmoil. Illumi softened slightly, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I love you both," he murmured. "But Sil has a destiny. We all need her to be perfect."

[apollowhoo]

Main 4 + Adult Trio x Oc!Leah!With Various Powers

(First time writing with an oc :0)

Hisoka

Your unique abilities and strong Nen definitely captured Hisoka's attention. 💀 He saw a potential rival in you and was intrigued by your Emotion Empowerment.

Hisoka, the thrill-seeker that he is, becomes fascinated with your powers and wants to test you in battle, just like with Gon. He would challenge you to combat, hoping to witness the full extent of your abilities.

Hisoka found your magical powers tempting, especially your telepathy, which allowed him to dive deeper into your emotions and psyche. It doesn’t matter how much you’d try avoiding him, Hisoka would find his way to you.

Illumi

Your extraordinary powers definitely intrigued Illumi, who saw potential in your abilities for his own benefits. So Illumi wouldn’t really care about you, he’d only care about your powers. At first, he approaches you with great skepticism, but gradually, he grew intrigued by your Emotion Empowerment and how it could be manipulated.

Illumi quickly recognized the usefulness of your Spiritual Gateways in his line of work. Although the relationship would primarily be based on mutual benefit, they developed a special understanding.

Your ability to channel emotions into powers really does fascinate Illumi, he would occasionally observe you in combat to further examine your techniques.

Chrollo

Chrollo, being a collector of unique abilities, he couldn't resist the allure of your powers. But let’s be real, he would most definitely try to steal your nen.

I have always headcanoned him to have a very greedy side and this side of his would appear while trying to steal your nen abilities. Chrollo would manipulate, gaslight, fight, threaten you to get her abilities.

If he somehow does fails to do so his B plan would be to proposed an exchange of knowledge, sharing his insights into Nen and unconventional applications. In return, you gain access to Chrollo's vast library of stolen abilities, allowing you to expand your repertoire. The interactions between you two would be stimulating, filled with discussions on the nature of powers.

Despite Chrollo's mysterious nature, he developed a sense of respect for your unique capabilities, and y’all formed an unusual alliance based on their shared knowledge.

Gon

Gon, with his boundless enthusiasm, quickly befriend you. Gon would mostly by fascinated by your glowing stars and balls of light!

Gon would often finds himself entranced by their shimmering beauty, and his emotions fuel your powers. You both would spend hours together, experimenting with your abilities and discovering new ways to combine each other’s powers.

Killua

Killua, would be impressed by your proficiency in nen and her diverse magical powers. He would see you as a potential equal in terms of combat prowess (which is something big i should say).

Killua would act like he despises you but he secretly admires your skills. You two would engage in intense training sessions, pushing each other to your limits.

Kurapika

Kurapika, with his analytical mind, would be fascinated by your power of Emotion Empowerment. He would mostly observe how your emotions directly influence the greatness of your abilities, and he’d actually spend time studying this unique aspect of your powers. Kurapika would also emphasize with your personality.

Leorio

Leorio, is obviously fascinated by your abilities but his favorite ability is probably the one to open Spiritual Gateways. He would also see the potential to use these portals for humanitarian purposes! Such as reaching remote areas in need of medical assistance.

It would be cute if you two collaborate to provide aid to those in need, utilizing her powers of teleportation and healing to make a positive impact on the world!

(This took me a while xd)

[imagobin]

What kind of Nen do you think Milluki has and what kind of Hatsu would he make?

(Just found your stuff so sorry if you've answered something like this before!)

No worries haha I usually get scenario HCs requests so no this is definitely a new question!

🎮Miluki's Nen HC🎮

In 2022 we got the Yoshihiro Togashi Exhibition, and with it we got a new Nen chart with each character's alignment

Now This was extremely interesting, because Milluki's actually the only guy aside from Kurapika who's leaning towards Specialization, which makes me think his Hatsu could go in two different ways, since we know Manipulators and Conjurers can become Specialists later on in their life.

If nothing changes in Milluki's life, he'll stay a Manipulator, at which point his Hatsu could be something that helps him carry out assassinations or intel gathering from the comfort of his room, without having to break a sweat. It'd be based on something he enjoys/is good at, so I'm inclined to say it'd be based on videogames! Maybe he's got a controller and TV set that he specifically uses to carry out his missions. He attaches something to who/what he wants to control, and then "plays" as them on the TV, probably eating chips or something, true pro-gamer style.

Now if something WERE to change in his life, and he slid all the way to Specialization, the possibilities would be endless, though still somewhat tied to Manipulation I feel (A lot of Specialization abilities could be led back to Manipulation or conjuration with some Pizzazz added, like Chrollo's book, or Pakunoda's Brain-searching).

Now- idk if it's fair, I have a pretty big fic in the works where Milluki actually succeeds in getting Greed Island and manages to enter the game with an OC of mine, and his mentality changes quite a lot, he undergoes grueling training which makes him way stronger, and since he doesn't have his tech by his side, he's forced to get creative with his Hatsu, and I decided to let him have a full switch to Specialization, where upon meeting three conditions:

Knowing the target's name

Their Nen type

And having come into contact with an attack of theirs

He can HACK the target's body, and mess around with their aura nodes, essentially, he becomes like one of those characters in videogames that are an absolute nightmare to deal with, but he likes being vicious like that. It's a high risk, high reward ability.

Both in gaming and irl... he's a massive troll with an ego complex.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk lmao I have a lot of Milluki thoughts.

[krisispiss]

You must now give all of your OCs' Nen Types and Hatsus. This is mandatory.

that is just TOO DAMN MUCH TBH I can't come up with all that... except that Kris's abilities are shields that heal her and others like her normal ability, and Ausu is a specialist

[vacantgodling]

something cool about the deities in tcol is that they have names derived from them that terraneans use sometimes. an example is kiba, who’s name is a derivative of the god of harvest, KIBARUM.

so that being said, here are some ocs in tcol who’s names come from deity names:

from MUINENS: miona, moira, muinena

from IIARAN: illiana, aran

from goodest boy Lath: luther

from IISIDIA: sid

from MIZDARR: daran

from EFFE: efelia

but there are more names that i’ve decided come from them that i just haven’t gotten around to using yet. so, in general so far some “common names” that come from deities:

m = masculine, f = feminine, gn = unisex

IIARAN: aran (m), illian (m) or illiana (f), ira (gn)

IISIDIA: sid (m), sia (f), sidia (f)

MIZDARR: miz (gn), dara (gn), daran (m)

MUINENS: muinena (f), nen or nena (gn), ina (f), inen (gn), moira or moina / miora or miona (f), mion (gn)

MIRANKA: mira (f), miran (m), ran (gn), ranka (gn)

YUTARA: yuta (gn), yu (gn), tara (f), taran (gn), tayu (m), yura (f)

YLENE: len (m), lene (f)

KIBARUM: kiba (m), kibaru (m), kibar (m)

KOST: koss (gn)

MARTH: mars (gn), art or arth or arty/artie (gn), mat (m)

BRULENE: bruno (gn), bree (f)

THE LADY OF THE MISTS: (based on her mortal name): ella (f), pine (m), nell (m) or nella (f),

EFFE: efelia (f)

the reason there’s so many derivatives is because it’s considered disrespectful to give someone the same name as someone else; they aren’t their own person that way. so even among family if you want to name someone in honor of someone a diminutive is usually taken.

for instance, let’s say you wanted to name your first child after your husband, jagoda (an actual character btw). you wouldn’t name your child “jagoda” you’d come up with a name derived from. so your child would probably be jag or daj or goda or dago or something like that :3

[ladyravenjadethe2nd]

Which Fictions are good to Fanfic?

When I write I want to use one of these things from a fandom I'm in.

The world

The characters

The power system

I tend to ask myself the question what anime/manga/book/show is so good that one of these can stand alone for me to work with.

For example

World

Harry Potter/Naruto/Game of Thrones/Lord of Rings. I've found to be excellent starting worlds. You can place any character in these worlds and have an exciting background going on with fun facts and lore everywhere for you to draw upon.

You have a clear picture of the world, but it's lose enough that you can change things and it won't feel off putting.

You want to write a Deathnote fanfic in the Deathnote world? Great. Your in Japan. That's it. Real world Japan at that so you need to do research, but nothing is happening with politics or science or the supernatural that isn't affecting the main characters or being affected by them so if you do something cool you must ask yourself, 'How did it happen?' and 'How would it effect the main story?'.

Those aren't always bad questions, but it limits you a lot.

In HP you want to have a new potion or spell exist that is really important? Super easy. Ancient knowledge found in a hidden tome or new magic dropped yesterday by so and so. Easy. You want the law to be this or that? You want to bring in some conflict with another country? New supernatural creature? Bring in some religion? Easy as pie. The world is set up so that all this stuff could have always been a thing, but just wasn't talked about. It's a magic world. Nuff said.

If I'm writing a story about the world I want it to be interesting enough to stand alone and still be worth telling.

Characters

Most often I'm interested in the characters. I love displacing characters and putting them where they shouldn't be.

Most fandoms have at least some good characters, but there are a few great ones for example.

Captain Jack Sparrow is so fun to me that I'd rather watch him in an Ikea for 3 hours then a Pirate movie without him in it.

A lot of superheroes have those kind of personalities. Thor could be fun on a ranch. You can send Spiderman to medieval times. Deadpool could make watching paint dry be the best thing in the world.

Some characters have so much personally that the whole story can just be them reacting to a different setting.

Then you have characters like Bella Swann from Twilight....She's not going to get any better in outer space or Jurassic Park. If your writing for that fandom you are most likely either fixing her or getting rid of her.

A character with little personally can however become a skin for your oc. If I didn't want to make my own character, but wanted to send someone from Naruto into say the DC world I could use Tenten. But I'd be picking her for her world. I'd want the ninja background without having to give a backstory. It's a pretty boring options when it comes to characters from Naruto.

Lastly Power Systems

Those can be amazing if they are the star of the fic. Like drop a deathnote into any fandom with any kind of character and Boom you got a story.

I'd read lots of fics about an OC that uses Charka just slightly differently and they become OP because of it.

The insane creativity in Nen from HxH is my favorite. You can come up with 1,000s of prompts of characters interacting with a weird power that does anything.

Truth serum, berserker rage, fuck or die, character got turned into a cat? Nen can do all that shit and more.

Anyway just felt like talking about which fandoms I think are extra good for fanfic writing.

Why do you chose certain stories to write about?

[chordsykat]

Your OC is planning their wedding. Their phone is ringing off the hook and emails keep flooding their inbox. So many people are giving their opinion about what they should and shouldn't do. -What are some of their coping mechanisms when things get too stressful? Would they work in this situation?

Let's throw it together with last' week's:

Holy shit guys... It's time for some prose..?!

This is a story I just started writing with the objective of hitting all the prompts. Just writing without stopping. One edit. Fair warning for Cajita self-indulgent bullshit with only mentions of canon stuff (and a very special candle) below the cut. :)

benedictio militis

Planning a wedding was stressing me out. I sat at the bar of our spacious kitchen, staring at stacks of mail. I didn’t know where to begin, really, so I just picked the smallest pile and began working my way through. It was bills, mostly. Caterers, flower shops, and bachelorette party favors from Spank-Me Mama; all of them looking for a down-payment.

The worst ones were the designers. Everyone in the world of fashion had caught wind of our ceremony, and they were all chomping at the bit to get us to wear something from their collections. I had my attire fully picked out by then, but my girlfriend, with her hyperfixation on small details, was at a loss on accessories. Every watch-maker, jeweler, and yes, even one specialty cowboy hat millner had sent us their full catalogs.

It was then I realized I should have been happy that Caj and I would be marrying substantial fortunes together in our upcoming nuptials. And yet, the checks still had to be written by someone, and that someone appeared to be me.

As if I wasn’t unmotivated enough by the task itself, the power going out at exactly the same time I’d picked up my pen killed any impulse I might have ridden into action.

“Perfect.” I said to the dark, empty room.

I looked around as best I could, only at that moment realizing I wasn’t sure where my bride-to-be had cloistered herself in the mansion. To make matters more unnerving, Caj could make herself completely undetectable when she wanted to sneak up on someone. You could take the assassin out of the business, but you couldn’t take the business out of the assassin, as it were.

I suddenly couldn’t shake the weird feeling that I was being hunted, then.

Time to light candles. I only managed to find one – a prayer candle of “St. Charles Offdensen” my mother had made for us as a joke (and one that turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy for how things ended up with the CFO, Dethklok, and the Church of the Black Klok). It might have been more appropriate in the situation than I knew at the time, and either way, it would have to do. I found a lighter and lit the wick.

The little fire lifted my mood, but I felt the air around me change direction. An area of occupied silence was at once, behind me, and upon turning around, it was vacant again. I felt my heart beating and scrunched my nose. She was toying with me, now.

“Caj -” I said. My eyes scanned the area, but even with the faint light of the candle, there was no sign of her.

I took St. Offdensen over to the bar where the mail sat waiting and a brown, official-looking envelope caught my eye. I pulled it out of the pile and noticed that the address read like the title of a novel about space-fae. There was an official-looking seal with gold embellishments all around the edge. Immediately, I recognized it as the opportunity it was…

“Hey, hon? What’s a Danbro-orden-nen-nen?”

The clamor that arose from the pantry space behind me was impressive for how it tore the silence of the moments preceding it to shreds. My fiance appeared from the darkness, and I wasted no time laying into her.

“Oh you psycho! You know how I hate it when you sneak up!”

I punched her arm lightly, but she didn’t flinch. Her attention was fixed on the brown envelope in my hands.

“What did you just ask me?” Caj asked, and quite seriously.

“Hell, I don’t know! I have no idea how your crazy language works.” I handed her the parcel.

She looked at it and her face went pale. She reached behind her for the island and leaned against it so her rangy-self could collapse onto a stool. She tore the envelope, pulled another envelope sealed in wax from inside of it, and pulled that one apart to read the note it contained at last.

I couldn’t help but notice how her hands shook as her eyes scanned through the words.

“Dette er Dannebrogordenen.” she said in her space-faerie language. “Oh shit.”

“Is that bad?”

“No.”

She swallowed and looked at me with eyes that could only be described as pleading.

“Nita. I am being knighted.”

“Oh my God!” I suddenly found myself jumping up and down, my voice making all kinds of weird noises.

My girlfriend, however, was petrified. She sat in stunned silence for about a minute before I decided to poke.

“Hey. What gives? You're not excited?” I tried. “So what happens? Do they do a ceremony and you get to meet the queen? Oh! Do they give you a suit of armor?”

“It’s a little pin. Thingy.” Caj said and didn’t stop staring into space. And then she admitted something, “I can’t do it, Nita. It’s too much.”

Her leg was bouncing up and down as her foot tapped at a rapid staccato on the stool. It was cute seeing my typically braver-than-brave mate scared by the situation, but not so much as it became apparent she was quickly coming undone by the pressure implicit in the situation.

Taking matters into my own hands, I took the letter from her.

“This says it’s for your music and your work with children.” I paused frequently, still a novice in the art of reading Danish. “What’s deeb statens feyender?”

This at least got a chuckle out of her, “It’s dræbe statens fjender, it means ah -”

I smiled when she smiled.

“Nevermind what it means. It is a lot, I suppose I am trying to say. It is an incredible honor. I am not exactly feeling worthy of it. I'm not a hero, Nita.”

I pulled her in close and felt her rest her cheek against my neck. I loved it when she sat down and I got to be the taller one for once.

“Well I think you’re plenty worthy. And from the way you chased me around the kitchen without being spotted a minute ago, hoo. You haven’t lost your edge, either.”

“You are still working on t’mail?”

“Yeah, someone’s gotta.”

“I took care of all t’at stuff two nights ago, my Nita.”

I blinked, turned away for a moment and looked at the stack, then back at her. “You did?”

“I did.” She said. “It was a pain in the ass but I wanted to get it off your plate. Everything but my problem finding the right accessory piece for my ensemble, t’at is.”

I smirked and shoved her in the arm again. “I love you.”

She looked at me with her usual fierceness, all pretense of fear gone from her countenance. “I love you, too.”

I sighed. We kissed. Another crisis averted.

“Too bad you don’t think you have the requisite shining armor points to go get that pin thingy from the queen. It might look good on your tux.” I said.

She laughed again. “I hadn’t even t’ought of it until now, but you’re right. I can see t’is as killing two bald eagles with one nuclear weapon. Whatever t’at American saying is.”

“That you could, honey. That you could.”

I pulled up a stool beside her and considered how bad it would be to not call anyone about the power fluctuation for another hour.

“So.” I said, putting my hands on her shoulders, “With all these hours left in the day, and no power, I don’t think we’ll be doing a lot of recording, tonight. What ever shall we do with our time?”

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Another enjoyable Storyteller Saturday and lots of fun to just do something for shits and giggles as always. Thank you, Pan! :D

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wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

oc asks: not-so-nice edition! She walks it off. I does sound like a joke, but Senritsu is specifically someone who designed herself a healing ability and she uses the pain-killing aspect of her Hatsu by using the vibration of her voice and soothing any pain she herself feels if she happens to have backache or jointpain or migraine from her too keen hearing. Naturally Senritsu knows her limits, her keen ears give her a very good overview of her own body and how it functions, so she knows what a injury is doing to her physically. She knwos when she can just "walk it off" by using her hatsu to speed up the scabing over of cuts or when all she needs is just killing the pain. However, Senritsu is also very aware what more severe injuries do to her and she is expierenced enough to recognice when a injury will not be able to be just "walked off". In that case she will use her Hatsu to keep herself going until she is in a safe space and than she will seek out treatment. Obviously Senritsus worst injury was what listening to the Sonata of Darkness did to her: Crushing her bones to press them into a new form; ripping her muscles, vitals and flesh to mend them back wrongly and twisting the flesh on her left arm to turn into the cursemarks that slowly eat up her left arm to consume her heart in the best case or int he worst case twist her into a mindless monstrum like she had seen how animals were twisted in areas in which the sonata had been palyed. However, that aside, Senritsu would say that the most horrible physical injury was her facing the musician-genius in her first Nen-fight which ended with her manipulated by their nen-ability dancing her footsoles off until down to the bone so that now her footsoles are only scarpattern. She is now very amused by that because she had been just become a Hunter and properly came up with a Hatsu, all arrogant and all-knowing, only to be set straight by that fight that one should never be arrogant when it goes against a nen-user.

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For Nehn Krahm, cherries, "Has your OC had their first kiss yet? If so, with who?"

And for Rajag, donut, "What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime their most likely to get arrested for?" >:)

Vexina: "So does his grandma count or-?"

Nen: "Hush, you!" >:(

Alas, Nen Krahm has not had much success with the womenfolk. ;)

Oh dear. On the one hand, Rajag is literally the law! He's supposed to be fighting crime - that's his official job when he's not on the battlefield, since the military and the police force are one and the same in the Merfaen. But on the OTHER hand... we know our boy's getting into mischief and shenanigans left and right, don't we? XD For most likely to commit, probably vandalism or small-scale thievery (can't you just imagine him running around with spray paint, putting mustaches on judges' houses and writing dad jokes on the public bath walls?) For most likely to be arrested for... if we're being perfectly honest, probably a drunk and disorderly charge XP ;)