#chrollo got his ASS BEAT

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H O O H

H O O O O O H

NOW **THAT** IS A SPICY MEATBALL!!!

OH MY GOODNESS THAT IS TASTY. HELLO MWAH OH YES DELICIOUS!

Hellooo :)  I did a lazy little something for @seiyuna‘s wonderful fanfiction White Peonies!! http://archiveofourown.org/works/13510062/chapters/30985731 Please go check it out if you haven’t already ;) 

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Hunter x Hunter: Conspiracy theory

this is a big leap and a reach and feeds my narrative satisfaction.

and it involves HEAVY troupe copium and apologist things of that nature.

you've been warned. proceed with a grain of salt.

(also gonna. put it under a break bcs this got long as hell XD)

I think the troupe was not solely responsible for the kurtan massacre and are on the Black Whale 1 to show the one responsible that they aren't going to continue to protect his clean record.

allow me to explain, starting with yorknew.

so i have had this theory knocking around in my head that the yorknew auction was meant to be a sort of finale or huge thing. because that was a big deal right, that's the world mafia they're pissing off.

AND it was weird bcs chrollo wanted everything at the auction. the troupe calls him out on that. and since we all know chrollo is a theatrical bastard, there is a meaning behind everything so this is no different.

so why does he want to declare war on the world mafia.

here's what we know.

meteor city was selling their own people to the mafia for a guarantee of safety from the black market. we don't know if these people went willingly or not but it was why the mafia didn't want to continue to pursue the troupe. the connection between meteor city and the world mafia was very important.

we know a few things changed between the troupe flashback and present day.

a) the troupe gained a reputation. until yorknew, apparently no one knew they were from meteor city.

b) the elders learned how to use nen. at the very least, we know of one counteractive nen ability that was used to protect the city's citizens from unfair indictment. there were probably more but we dont know for sure.

c) the mafia had gotten really comfortable with their connection with meteor city, now relying more on the city than the city relied on it.

chrollo was the one who most likely set up this relationship. it was his promise to set up the city as a hub for criminals so that he could personally witness and sift through the absolute scum of the earth to find sarasa's killers.

so based on all of this:

Yorknew City was meant to be the start of chrollo's grand finale to tear down the criminal infrastructure in meteor city.

but, things happened. and he got his ass beat.

POINT IS: Chrollo organizes his attacks with purpose.

.... SO WHY THE FUCK IS THIS DUMBASS TRYING TO ATTACK THE KAKIN FUCKING EMPIRE.

"attack" being an exaggeration but cmon. stealing from is the same thing as coming over and spitting in their food.

here's where the conspiracy theory comes in.

what if the kurta massacre wasn't exclusively done the troupe.

yes this is the part with the troupe apologist bullshit but hear me out. i have something interesting to share.

so at this point we know the troupe doesn't do petty theft anymore. this isn't just a "hey the kakin empire is rich. lets rob them :D" job. chrollo on a mission.

i saw this on twitter and a single post led down this downward spiral. (images are linked to the post)

so these pages stood out to me. the troupe never starts fights? that sounds stupid. sound goofy even.

but it's true.

or, phrased correctly, the troupe doesn't start fights they don't know how to finish. since chrollo is the head, they all function as his limbs, meaning they share his mentality when approaching combat: he will not take fights he can't guarantee he will win.

that being said, as shown in the pages above, they will ALWAYS pick up the gauntlet. if someone picks a fight with THEM, the entire gang will spin the block. aint no one surviving.

in the succession war arc, they were framed for the murder of a char-r member because luini was a toxic fan.

so here's the hypothetical: what if the troupe was framed for the kurta massacre?

we know their hands aren't clean. uvo, chrollo, phinks and pakunoda all recall the killing, so that's evidence they were there for it.

here's some things I don't understand about the event though.

a) the kurta were supposedly super well hidden, to the point that when kurapika was shown in vol 0/the phantom rouge, there were tribe traditions that forbade anyone that couldn't hide their eyes properly from going outside of the village. this was like. i think 1 year or so before the massacre.

b) when exactly did the eyes become relevant to body part collection? if it is believed that the troupe attacked the clan for the money that the eyes sell for, that means there must have been some already on the market. we dont get confirmation of this

c) how was a process for preserving magic eyes conceived at this time? im flabbergasted.

leaning mostly on point b, the kurta clan must have had previous victims of their scarlet eyed members getting got. which leads to point a, heightened protection of the kurtans with scarlet eyes.

but, as is anything in the hxh world, if there is something rare, there will always be a market for it.

now keep in mind what i said before: the troupe never picks up fights unless they know they can win and unless there's an ulterior motive. money doesn't matter to them, neither does infamy. at this point they're grade A bounties so yeah, neither of those things mean jack shit.

so i raise the idea that was in that twitter post: what if someone framed the spiders for the massacre and they took it in stride. that's free street cred, of course they claim ownership.

but let's go back and analyze, because who in their right mind would pick these randoms.

the kakin empire would. or someone associated with a high seat of power that can't afford to be tainted with something like genocide.

let's look at fourth prince tserreidnich.

im not saying he specifically pointed the finger at the spiders, but he was most likely the benefactor that wanted the scarlet eyes in the first place. he would stop at no means and he lets his people handle the dirty work.

he even has a damn head that is probably also kurtan.

so let's go out on a limb and say that tserreidnich ordered a party of mercenaries to track down the kurta clan so he could expand his collection. but, obviously, the group can't take the blame, so they pin it on the troupe or claim to be the troupe.

and because the troupe was wronged all of those years ago, chrollo is now aiming a full frontal assault against the kakin empire. hisoka is just a side quest. chrollo *remembers* how he was wronged.

so to recap. here's how the theory says the story goes.

the phantom troupe is in lukso province for whatever reason. probably to target the large movement of body part collectors to the region or something completely unrelated.

the 4th prince's team moves into the kurta village and starts taking the eyes. the kurtans successfully fight back and demand to know who they are. they answer, "we're the spiders"

and the kurtans, now hell bent on revenge for their fallen, seek out the troupe and pick a fight. and the troupe being the troupe, pick up the gauntlet no questions asked.

(alt. the kurtans seek out a powerful ally in the troupe to fight back against what we assume are trained human hunters and when they fail, beg to be killed as well)

chrollo at the time doesn't question the interaction. it was a gang of violent vagabonds trying to right a wrong that the troupe didn't even participate in.

it bothers him, just a little bit, that someone would try to frame the troupe for an atrocity that they didn't do. sure, it fit their narrative and added to their reputation, but it bothers him that someone out there had used their name.

but come yorknew, he's confronted with a surviving kurta. and the problem resurfaces.

he has his hands full trying to reroute the course of the yorknew heist and has to cut a lot of his plans short. he still completed his goal and started the process of severing ties between the mafia and meteor city.

but now the kurta are a problem in his life again and once he gets that damn chain out of his chest, he has two things to focus on:

a) getting away from hisoka to gather abilities

b) figuring out how to deal with kurapika

he remembers the kurta and is totally okay with shouldering the blame for their elimination. but that means that he's clearing the name of someone else for free.

and he doesn't do shit for free.

since he doesn't have to worry about meteor city immediately (the 10 dons are dead and the world mafia is in shambles), he can move onto bigger fish.

right now, his goal is to figure out the truth behind the kurtan massacre. and his search leads him to 4th prince tserriednich. a man in possession of eyes that the troupe didn't sell and way more than the 36 total that *should* be on the market.

THAT is why chrollo is picking a fight with the kakin empire. THAT is why he is on the black whale one. he's here to settle a 7 year old score, and if he can take hisoka down at the same time? good for him.

anyway thats my crazy conspiracy theory. there are some wrinkles in here that may be defied by canon reveals later in the story.

but damn would this make sense for why chrollo is on that damn boat. bcs i know he isn't stupid enough to send the ENTIRE TROUPE on a suicide mission just for hisoka.

so unless we get a reveal of something else substantial, this is what i'm working with.

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Sorry but it would be so damn funny if years down the line reader gets along well enough with hisoka compared to chrollo and they’re living life, and then one day chrollo sees some footage of the heavens arena and it’s hisoka standing there with a shit eating grin and reader by his side after he beat someone’s ass

funnier still would be when Hisoka leaves the troupe and he chooses then to reveal that he's got Chrollo's darling

by way of text, of course, sending Chrollo a selfie of Hisoka and reader together

it's a very bad day for Chrollo

[la-squadra1234]

Ok I’ve got a cute-ish one “phantom troupe men with a daughter that can carry them bridal style with ease”

Lmaoooooo the moment I read this, I immediately thought of feitan….Thank God he is not real because he would be so pissed off if he seen what I’m about to say about him😭🤭

Full credit to la-squadra1234

Feitan-

He already knows that he is very light and easy to pick up

But he will be extra pissed off if his daughter picks him up

Or even his s/o

He just wants to be left alone

He will definitely be in a bitchy mood if you pick him up after

And he is not one of people who secretly likes it. He hates it and it’s pretty obvious. 

(SHORT ASS BITC-)

Phinks-

The man was too stunned to speak

Literally jaw dropped

He would be so surprised, and he would be like “HOW THE FUCK”

“HOW ARE YOU PICKING ME UP?!?!”

Literally man thought that he was dreaming for a second

He did not think that it was reality

Chrollo-

He would be very neutral about it

He is secretly very impressed, but he will just keep it to himself and act as if he expected this is his daughter, and that he doesn’t really care

But he is secretly very happy that they are improving

He would definitely go and tell his s/o about it

And maybe just maybe feitan because he already knows that feitan will be very chill about it and won’t go around telling people 

Hisoka-

“…..”

“Why are you picking me up?”

“put me down immediately”

He would be impressed and happy that his daughter is strong, but out of everything that his daughter could’ve picked up, it had to have been him

He would be kind of annoyed at that, but other than that he would be very impressed and happy for his daughter

Nobunaga-

“AAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK WHY THE HELL AM I UP IN THE AIR!!!”

He would be freaked out and very caught off guard

He would not appreciate how his daughter just picked him up without any warning

He’s happy that his daughter knows her strength and that she is strong but just a little warning next time that she wants to do that to him 

Uvogin-

“how in the actual fuck are you picking me up”

“so you’re seriously telling me that Nobunaga couldn’t even pick me up but you’re sitting here picking me up easily”

he wouldn’t even be mad at his daughter he would be mad at Nobunaga for not being able to pick him up, but yet his daughter can easily

He was talking to chrollo about it, and he said in a joking voice “maybe my daughter should take Nobunagas place”

Shalnark-

He wouldn’t be surprised. Basically anybody can pick him up. It doesn’t take a lot of effort to pick him up.

He wouldn’t even mind that his daughter is picking him up at the end of the day. It’s easier for him he doesn’t have to walk not like he gets annoyed with having to walk or anything like that it’s just easier for him

“good job you can carry me!”

“I’m pretty light though if you want a real challenge try picking up Bonolenov or Nobunaga they are heavier than me I mean it’s pretty clear that they are no offence to them but I am way shorter so it’s pretty obvious😅”

Franklin-

“How?”

“I am very confused on how you are picking me up”

“all right I think it’s time for you to put me down before I end up crushing you on accident. Your mother would kill me if that happened and I’m not really trying to die, so put me down immediately”

He would be really surprised and he wouldn’t even be thinking about the fact that his daughter is way stronger than she last Was he would be thinking about the fact that if he was worth to accidentally fall on his daughter his s/o would beat him so bad (lmao poor boy)

That’s it for today everybody I hope everybody enjoyed. This was really fun to write (it’s all fun and games until feitan sees this😭😭😭)

I will see everybody in the next post bye now!

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💖Lynch x Zakuro moments 💖

Here they are, omg their first appearances in the manga they look so good omg what the hell- ❤️✨❤️✨❤️

I just find it so cute how they say the same thing to their boss they look so synchronized when they do that 🥰

Lynch just wants to kill things and Zakuro is just vibing on the side.

Omg this scene is so fucking adorable?? Like- Zakuro really looks like he wants Lynch to think his blood is cute and Lynch is over here telling him how much she still can’t get used to it IMPLYING that they have been partnered in the past before HCNSKSKDKDKSLSLDK✨✨💖✨✨💖✨💖✨💖✨✨✨💖✨💖✨💖💖 (this is still one of my favourite hxh scenes of the manga)

Despite her agressive disgust towards his blood manipulation, he’s being so calm and patient with her!! My guy is trying so hard to make her like his ability bro he doesn’t need to convince her but he still tries to!! That’s how much her opinion matters to him (my heart can’t fucking take this relationship 😭💗💗)

Lynch looking like a boss ass bitch doing all the talking while Zakuro stands right behind her. He knows she can handle herself (and him) during tough situations and leaves the decision to beat the shit out of their enemies to her. FUCK I LOVE THE FACT THAT SHE CAN PROTECT HIM AND HE JUST LETS HER CUZ HE KNOWS HE CAN TRUST HER PLEASE OMG THEY’RE MY EVERYTHING.

I swear on my own ass I misread this panel to Lynch saying “Excuse me! He asked for no pickles.” DJSJJSKSKSKDKDKKCKCKFK✨✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖💖💖💖💖😭💞😭😭😭😭

Okay wow wait lemme just say that Zakuro’s disheveled hair in this panel looks really good on him?? Like damn boy you should keep it like that from time to time.

Keep in mind that even when Lynch got punched by Hisoka of all people, she was able to get up on her own without looking as untidy as Zakuro. Him on the other hand, NEEDED HER WHEN HE GOT HURT JUST AS MUCH AS SHE DID AND SHE STILL WILLINGLY HELPED HIM WITHOUT HIM ASKING HER TO LIFT HIM UP ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

BRO’S FIRST THOUGHT WAS TO DIRECTLY GO PARTNER UP WITH LYNCH AGAIN TO FIND CHROLLO

I can’t-

These two are so fucking cute together with their partnership and I’m losing it.

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HXH HC

Controlling adult trio w/ a s/o who is stronger than them

Summary: Our lovely adult trio, consisting of Illumi zoldyck, Hisoka Morrow and chrollo Lucilfer, want to control their darling only to find out that said Person is mentally and physically stronger than them.

Warnings:

Yandere behaviour

Bad spelling

Maybe ooc

The trio getting their ass handed to them

Gn reader (they/them)

HISOKA

Hisoka knew from the Start that you're not weak

After all you Managed to get his attention enough for him to get obsessed

After you two lovebirds Start dating his intentions slowly started to Show themselfs

He starts to try and cut you off from your friends and in General everyone that has some type of connection to you

you ,knowing what Was going on from the get go, confront him about it

Of course He denies it and tries to gaslight you into thinking you're insane

But no no, you Tell him to cut the crap and treat you as a normal human being with rights

Mr. Clown didn't like that, so He got cold towards you, showing no trace of affection

That's the point where you said: ,, either treat me right or i'll leave"

Thats when He physically Held you back and tried to force you to stay

You saw Red and beat him into a bloody pulp.

You left, not caring if you killed him or not (He ended up being fine)

After that little incedent, He stalked you until that Same Thing happened again

So in the end, He had to learn the Same lesson twice

ILLUMI

Originally, you and him met trough hisoka

He liked you, since you were well spoken and somewhat quiet

And because of that, He never wanted to have a spar

You also got weak and Fell in love dumbass

Soon after that, you two started dating.

Naturally, illumi brought you to meet his family

They liked you and that sealed it for him. You're gonna be his spouse

But for you, all of that was moving too fast. You weren't even Sure if you want to enter a long- term relationship and He imediatly wants marriage? No.

So naturally, you told illumi that there was no Engagement, no marriage no relationship. He wasn't happy about it, not only that but illumi wanted to force you to stay.

On the night of your breakup, He kidnapped you and dragged you to the zoldyck mansion

It was a terrefying, but not for you,no. For everyone unfortunate enough to be around you

The Moment you fully woke up, around 4am, you noticed a very unfamilliar room and New illumi was behind it

Being the timid Person that you are, you went to confront him. Or rather tried to. Butlers were in your way and stating illumi ordered them to make you stay.

Usually you were against hurting people who just have to obey orders but it was time to send a Massage

So every Single Butler that stood in your way got slaughtert

It wasn't quiet so illumi came to handle this by himself but wasn't prepared for the Monster He had caged

You didn't kill him, but enough damage to send him into a nice one week coma Was dealt

Originally, his Plan was to go after you again but Silva ordered him not to, since He was pretty Sure the next time you'll kill his son.

CHROLLO

Ah yes, Our loved spider daddy~

So, you two lovebirds met in a Café that was near a library, which contained one of the oldest books ever

It all started when you recognized each other from the library

Chrollo was suprised that He found someone that was so much like him. A hopeless bookworm on the hunt for knowledge

Soon, one accedental Meeting turned into regular dates and eventually a lovefilled relationship

At first everything Was amazing. You two talked hours on end about anything and everything, you understood eachother. Overall Chrollo was the light of your life and vise versa

...until one night

It was normal at first, a nice dinner followed by talking and sexy time.

But as you two were laying in bed, ready to fall asleep, Something snapped inside of chrollo. As He was holding you in his arms his mind began to wander

What if you get hurt? What if you get taken away from him by someone?

From that night on, he started to treat you very diffrently, chrollo started to spoil you and constantly talked about you

Of course you picked up on this almost instantly and you hated it. No more long conversations about books or theorys, no only about you

It only got worse from then on. He started to put you in a golden cage. Giving you everything material you aked for, but no more real love

After enduring this for a while you sat him down and told him all of that. The fact that you want your old lover back

Chrollo took the news silently and vanished for a while after your talk

It didn't worry you though, you knew he would come back, and lo and behold, he did

To your suprise he seemed to have did a whole 180 and was his old self

Both of you were happy again.

But one of the new things he wanted to "implement" was training to make you stronger and protect yourself

The spider boss was very taken aback when he got his ass handed to him the first time he wanted to spar

So yeah, here's your happy ending

Thank you for reading♡

K, end of post

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THIS MOTHERFUCKER IS JUST IN THE MOVIE THREATER!!

I feel like this scene is way more tame than it was when Hisoka first asked about. Who would win between himself and Chrollo. Before the fight when he asked machi I felt like he was full of himself. He then proceeded to get his ass beat by chrollo (cheating or not) and got KO'd.

It may be me reading too far into it but. I feel like he doesnt even disagree with the man on his vote for the spiders. Even though now he has two dead spiders under his belt. Which makes this a little unnerving about how undramatic hes being.

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i mean we know why. bcs hisoka already got his hard on and he gambled on a second chance. bcs this sadistic mf plays the long game no matter what it takes.

in yorknew hisoka gambled bcs he HADNT fought chrollo yet. he was so desperate to get his ass beat he was willing to lie to the spiders' faces. granted, it worked, but it was a risk.

here. he dont give a shit no more. he is going to *win* against chrollo no matter what. kurapika isnt even relevant anymore XD

also them meeting is either going to be inevitable or togashi gonna pull another gyro gon situation and i will tear my hair out.

im IMPATIENT. so im WRITING IT MYSELF.

You know, had Hisoka not killed Shalnark and Kortopi and left the Spiders alone, Kurapika and the Spiders would have interacted sooner.

I find it funny that in the York Shin (YorkNew) arc, Hisoka gambled and risked it just to ensure that Kurapika and the Spiders interacted, but here, he accidentally stalled it.

I know it will be a LOOOOOOOONNNG time before any of the Spiders (Probably Chrollo) will meet Kurapika again. But I really want to see the interaction. (even though It will probably lead to someone dying) Both Chrollo and Kurapika have changed since they last met, and I think it would be funny if Kurapika didn't give Chrollo the time of day. Like trampling over his emotions with indifference just like Chrollo did in YorkShin. But that's not likely to happen. It just would have been funny.

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Adult Trio with Witch S/O

Requested by: Anon!

“if your comfortable,can you to do the adult trio with a s/o who is a witch?🥺Sorry if it doesn’t make since i’m not good with english”

Now imma be honest, I know nothing about the basics of witchcraft and I am so sorry if I get anything wrong and offend you 😭 I’m like, gonna try to avoid writing anything that’s overly religious and kinda stick to the stereotypical witch? I’m so so sorry please don’t be mad 😳 I just don’t want to offend anyone

Hisoka:

Bro this man thought you were joking at first when you said you were a ‘witch’

BUT YOU WHIPPED OUT YOUR NEN ABILITY AND BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA HIM

Let’s say he was ENTICED 👁👄👁❤️❤️

In HxH there really is no specific nen category dedicated to Witchcraft

But I had an idea!!

Maybe there are a few clans and tribes of separate witches!

(These clans are usually divided by Nen type. Specialists, Enhancers, Manipulatiors, Transmuters, etc. What you wanna be is completely up to you!)

BUT BRO YOU’RE SO STRONG AND SCARY AND HE TOTALLY GETS OFF ON THAT

he likes to show you off tbh 👀

He’ll make you do the hard work so he can just sit back and watch

It’s annoying to say the least, but atleast he’s there

When it comes to Gon and the others, you make sure to stop him from being a weirdo

LIKE THATS WEIRD FOR KIDS 😭👊✨

And sometimes he’ll get irritated and he’ll wanna fight you

His bloodlust disrupts the peace and you really wanna punch him straight in the gut

OVERALL YOU GUYS ARE OP AND ADORABLE!

Mostly chaotic tho 👀

Illumi:

This man is SO impressed by you 😭

At first he was like “okay u kinda cool”

AND THEN YOU SAID A WORD THAT ACTIVATED YOUR NEN AND BOOM

Fight WAS OVER

he was like “This is going to be so easy from here on out”

AND THATS A COMPLIMENT

your job is basically like a Butler, but you escort Illumi on missions.

Not that he needs help!!

But the Zoldycks wanted to test you out

And Illumi offered to work with you

After that mission, Illumi requested that you accompany him when he asks

AND THATS HOW YOU BECAME FRIENDS/LOVERS

through time you got him to open up and,,,

he thought dating you was beneficial for the family

Cus yknow... he’s not that good with feelings and he stands by his family no matter what

BUT ITS OKAY

Cus you love him and he feels the same (if he feels at all)

certain days he’ll get curious about your abilities

Is it Nen or not?

What category?

You’ll answer in small sentences, seeing as your powers are rather difficult to explain

He seems to understand though!!

And he thinks it’s so cool 👊😤✨

He totally thinks you could beat Hisoka’s ass

That’s his way of saying “PLEASE DO IT”

Y’all be cute or whatever 👀👉👈

Chrollo:

This MAN IS WHIPPED

OMGGGGG

You were a target for the phantom troupe and you kicked their asses

They just couldn’t KILL YOU

You had this insane Nen ability that would take energy from any living thing, leaving them exhausted while you were totally fine!!

That would backup your other abilities, so you were almost impossible to touch

The troupe was no match for you

AND YOU REALLY WANTED THEM TO GO AWAY 😭

After a while they basically gave up trying to beat you

They would still throw attacks but they were sloppy

And they’d ask you questions while doing so

It was like trianing??? But you were on edge

Chrollo made an offer though 👁👄👁

If you joined the troupe.. they would stop trying to kill you

So you accepted, knowing you couldn’t stay safe forever

So that’s how Chrollo and you started out

out of all the members, you probably had the best relationship with him

Some of the others held grudges, seeing as you beat them all single handedly

THEY FR PETTY BUT THEY STILL LIKE YOU

Chrollo thinks you’re so FRIGGIN COOL

At first he wanted to steal your ability, but it seems you were to smart for that 😳

but other than that he is sO SO RESPECTFUL

He’ll ask to spar with you, just to test out some abilities he got

He knows you’re strong enough to withstand anything he throws at you

SO YOU’RE SUCH A COOL TROUPE MEMBER AND YOU MAKE IT SO SO SCARY

and he loves that 😭💕💕

VERY SCARY COUPLE 👁👄👁

[beigehearts]

The adult trio getting embarrassed- drabbles I was wondering what would make them embarrassed and I was gonna make hcs but I thought that it would be more immersive and make more sense if it was a story . Also I feel like only verbal affection and emotional affection could affect illumi and hisoka so they have fluff stories but since Chrollo is somewhat more stable- verbal and emotional affirmation doesn't get him embarrassed so his is a bit nsfw fem!reader

Illumi (fluff)

He's been gone for weeks, leaving his girlfriend behind at their quiet and lonely apartment. Illumi doesn't live with you- he lives in an absolute mansion so why would he? But he spends a lot of time with you, in your apartment. Some nights after a long day at work, you'll come home and he will be sleeping in your bed or staring out the window, waiting for you.

Though you haven't had those fun surprises lately, he's taken on a big mission and you've learned you'd rather not know what it is he doing so you don't ask. It's getting quite lonely and your job as a secretary hasn't been letting up. Your boss just got a big contract so work has been hectic.

You push the door closed behind you with your foot, dropping your bag at the door and groaning. What a day, your fingers hurt after typing non stop today. There's no time to make dinner, there's no time to get dressed in pajamas, there's no time when you have the dire need to sleep. As you walk towards the bedroom, you kick off your shoes, shed your shirt and skirt. Once you reach the bedroom you see the line of clothes leading to you, but you don't really care at the moment. You throw the pins from your hair into the darkness of the room.

That beautiful bed is only steps away, the oasis from the desert you've been navigating all day. You crawl into the bed, eyes closing before you even get under the covers, but once you are you wonder if heaven is real and if it's your bed. Your eyes shut with a mind of their own, and only seconds later you're dragged into the dark depths of your mind.

It must have been hours, it's still dark out so not too long though. You force your eyes open as if there are weights holding them down. You immediately recognize the unusual warmth around you and a smile pulls at your lips.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming home today?" You ask sleepily.

He kisses your forehead, "I didn't think about it."

You nuzzle your face into his chest, and he holds you closer. "You know, I missed you. A lot." You try to dig further into his chest but you're as close as you can be to him. "I was worried, you didn't message me the whole time you were gone. Do you know how lonely I was?"

His brows furrow though you can't see it. "You were lonely?"

You nod, "It felt like part of me was missing. I was worried I would be left empty forever. You said it would be a week and it's been eight." A sigh escapes you, "It's hard to not be around the person you love most Illumi."

It goes silent, and you look up at his face to see if he has anything to say. His face is flushed, you can even see it in the dark. It's such a contrast to his pale skin. He always acts weird when you say you love him or imply it.

Your small smile grows into a large grin, "I'll wait for you to say you love me back."

Hisoka (fluff, slightly sexual)

Classes have been difficult, you failed your big test and you practically got on your knees and begged your professor to let you retake it. You already know you're in for a long night of studying. Which means you're also in a night for a moody boyfriend. You will have to make it up to him later though, this test is too important for you to be worried about anything else.

On the way home your friend asks you to come over to help her with some problem with her laptop. You went and helped even though you really already should've been home. Your old beat up car scrapes through the coffee shop drive through at 5 pm, and you grab yourself a super caffeinated coffee to help you through the night.

The house is quiet when you get home, which is perfect, that way you'd have a little while to study without a whiny boyfriend. An hour or so later, you're sitting cross legged on your chair, leaning forward and highlighting things in your book. One leg bounces with the energy of caffeine, though half of you is ready to pass out.

The front door creaks open but you pay it no mind. You're beginning to connect ideas to one another and you can't let anything stop you. The clicking steps towards your chair are nothing but background noise at the moment. Long, muscular arms wrap around you from behind. "Pet, I had a long day, come lay with me." He whines in your ear.

You don't say anything, the squeaking of your highlighter against the paper says enough.

"I can give you a massage, I'm sure you need it." His hands roam your form but you continue doing what you need to.

While still highlighting and writing things down on a piece of a paper, you say, "Tomorrow night, I'm really busy Hisoka. I need to pass this retake tomorrow. It's important."

Obviously that isn't a good enough answer when he grabs you by your hair and pulls your head back. You know he isn't being mean, he knows you like your hair pulled and hopes it gets your attention. Obviously it does but you don't show it.

"Oh come on baby, just lay down with me for a little bit."

You pull your head forward even though he still has a tight grip on your hair. His lips wander your neck, sucking at random spots on your skin, leaving blossoming red marks.

You stand up abruptly and drag Hisoka to the couch. You push him on it and straddle him. You sigh and lean towards his face, "Hisoka Morrow- I am trying to do work."

He grins and his hands travel down your back until they end up holding your ass, and bringing you closer to him. He begins grinding up into you, and he holds down your hips. You try your best not to react and you end up groaning and grabbing his face in both hands. He pauses when you bring his face close to yours, sharing the same breath.

"Hisoka Morrow." You say in a commanding voice. "Do you know how much you mean to me? I think of you every moment and it's hard to think about anything else. The restraint it takes to not hold on to you every time I see you is immense. Can't you understand that you're controlling my every single waking moment? I will love you forever and forever is a long time so give me one night of our forever for me to study."

His eyes widen, and his lips are parted slightly in awe. And for the first time ever, you've seen him look vulnerable, a blush of his you've never seen before. Sex was one thing but all of this emotion and promise at once is so overwhelming. Butterflies flutter in your stomach and he speaks up.

"I suppose once night is okay if it's part of our forever."

Chrollo (sexual, nudity) 

It’s been a lonely few days, and Chrollo’s birthday is coming up. He has been really busy with what he calls work, and you’ve been sitting at home, working remotely since you wanted to watch over the house. You never know when you’re dating the leader of the phantom troupe, someone might try to rob you or worse.

For your lover’s birthday you want to do something special, something that’ll make him really happy. It’s hard with Chrollo because he can have anything he wants in the world, so what do you get him? He’s always appreciative of anything you give him and is very sentimental- but you always feel inadequate. What’ll make him happy that he can’t just go steal?

Two hours until he gets home. You have the cake on the table that you decorated to the best of your abilities. (He always says he prefers home cooked/baked goods to bought ones.) The entire house is lit up with nothing but candles. Each of the candles being his favorite scent, Beachwood. He always talks about how you guys need to go on a trip to the beach, and is a sucker for anything ‘beach’ scented. Chrollo is such a romantic as if it weren’t obvious so you laid out rose petals on the dining room table and around it. 

It’s already dark and kind of hard to see, but you settle yourself down on the table, sitting next to the cake. You try to find different poses you think you would look good in until you hear the jiggle of door knob. A dose of panic shoots through you. Is this too much? Is he even going to like it? What if he’s grossed out? 

The door opens and a tired Chrollo enters, closing his eyes and sighing, “What a long day.” He sniffs the air, “It smells good in here y/-” He’s cut off at the sight of you.

A beautiful figure resting on the dining room table, covered by nothing but red lingerie panties and stockings, your bare breasts exposed. His mouth is agape just from looking at you, he shuts the door behind him with his foot. He kicks his shoes off and shrugs off his jacket, leaving it on the floor as he stumbles towards you. 

He places himself between your legs and pulls you closer to him on the table. “What’s the occasion?” He asks oblivously.

You chuckle and run a hand through his slicked hair, “It’s your birthday darling.” You can barely make it out but his pale cheeks become slightly rosy in the dim light. “So are you going to stand there or what?” You ask sarcastically.

He wraps your legs around his waist and picks you up, not missing his chance to hold your ass as he carries you. Your lips meet his feverishly, and desperately, you part only to ask, “Do you like your present?”

He lays you gently on the bed with a flushed face and devious smile, “It’s perfect darling.” 

[la-squadra1234]

Can you do “Hunter x Hunter characters finding out somethings were happening in school because child was scared to tell them” I genuinely wanna see if they care

OMFGGGG yall this is my first ever legit actual request!!! thank you so so so so so so much to this person!!!

By the way, I am so sorry if any grammar is fucked up in this, I recently got a new phone the iPhone 12 to be exact and auto correct is pissing me off and I don’t have nearly enough patience to go back and read everything so just deal with it!

By the way, the only thing that I could think of was bullies because a lot of kids are scared to tell their parents that they have a bully because the parents normally think that the kids are over reacting or something like that or they are just scared of the situation itself but if you are talking about them failing school or something like that I already have a post out about that!

Hello everybody and in today’s scenario, we will be doing with the hunter X hunter/Hxh characters, would do if they found out that their kid was being bullied at school…

Full credit to la-squadra1234

Feitan-at first he definitely would not understand and he would just not care but then eventually when he sees the extent that his kid is getting bullied too, he would step in real quick and stop the bullying. He would make sure the kid is traumatized for life and as well as the parents and if somehow, the bullying keeps going on you best believe the parents are getting tortured , maybe even to death…

Phinks-when he finds out that his kid has a bully he’s beating the kid up so what is a kid he has no chill and he shows no mercy not even for a child so you best believe that kid will be getting beat up and so will the parents, and if any teacher tries to interfere, they will get beat up as well (and by beat up, I mean bones broken,)

Nobunaga-he would glare at the kids parents and he would definitely pull the kids parents aside and have a talk with the parents about it and he would make sure that the parents have a talk with the bully child about it and if it continues on well. All I Gotta say, is that you better? Hope he shows some damn mercy but he’s not pretty known for that so good luck with it…

Illumi-a bully?? His kid??? getting bullied???? yeah no that’s NOT happening he will beat the hell out of the teacher, the kid and both of the parents and he will find out the entire family and beat the hell out of all of them, so what if it was just a kid the family gets a beating too for raising such a damn asshole!

Hisoka-he honestly wouldn’t care that much and he would just tell his kid to figure it out themselves and that it’s not worth his time but when he sees how sad his kid is getting, and when he sees how upset his kid is getting, then he will step in. He will have a talk with the parents and a “ gentle and friendly” talk with the kid oh, and don’t worry his child never got bullied again

Silva-none of his kids have ever gotten bullied, so why is this the first ever time he wouldn’t really know how to deal with it without using violence, so he made one of the butlers take care of it, and his child never got bullied again!!!

Chrollo-(it’s honestly surprising enough that any member of the phantom troupe  would be sending their kids to school but here we are) he would go straight into the classroom with his kid by his side and he would yell at the kid right in front of everybody and he would make sure the teacher heard exactly everything that he said, and he would go to the office and demand a meeting with the parents immediately and well. What can I say no bullies ever existed in his kids life again so I guess you could say it paid off!!!

This is the end of this scenario everybody I hope you enjoyed!!!

Got it. Feels like it’s been a hot minute since I have done a scenario. I am so happy that I have finally received my first request. I am sorry that it seems a bit half assed well at least to me it’s 2:45AM and I don’t have too much energy and auto correct is also so annoying and there is no way that I’m going back and reading everything all over again sometimes I cringe at my work because I just don’t think it’s good enough but then when I see all the support that I am getting, I realize why I do this!!!

Again, thank you so much everybody and especially to the person who requested this bye now!

[monosanimegenericzone]

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

damn yall yapped while i was asleep what da hell-

BUT YES TO ALL OF THIS

there is some beautiful tragedy about the significance of the ultimate poverty and the troupe acting as its sword. like i fucking love the in depth set up we get to this fragile ecosystem that is the city

but the fact remains: it was all chrollo's fault.

the city was unprotected when he was 10-11 years old with only the elders and the strong few could defend the weak. they had child care facilities (hamlets) and caretakers (wet nurses) but yeah anyone could take anything they wanted with little consequence.

and somewhere down that timeline chrollo has had enough (sarasas death) and makes a plan that HE SOMEHOW ACTUALLY PULLS OFF- to make meteor city into a cesspit of the worst criminals in the world.

AND ACCORDING TO HIM 3 YEARS LATER. HE FUCKINF SUCCEEDED.

all to draw out sarasas killers and create connections with the mafia and grow meteor city as a point of influence.

and "the mafia" is a large term that could be referring to the yorknew auction mafia families or so many other things we would never be able to keep track. bcs now we're being told that theres a Kakin mafia and i am losing track so fast-

but it is chrollo's doing that got them those connections. and if i had to bet he was planning on burning those bridges one by one as the troupe solidified power but those years and years of enduring the most perverted and cruel side of humanity had turned him from an optimist to a cold minded nihilist.

and we know the city wasnt defenseless for a time. an elder had created sun and moon so they could handle situations too small for the troupe. they would send suicide bombers to kidnappers or people arrested unfairly (see bum incident ch 92?) so they had like. multiple walls of defense.

but then that elder dies. and as far as we know its all on chrollo again

like i am so interested in this dynamic. it is this empty need to try and achieve a goal that is nearly impossible.

the part up above about gon's question is also just so important- they ONLY care about their own because their own were completely abandoned by the world and they are almost a new type of being. they exist outside of society and for that they were punished. until the city stepped up and started actually pulling its punches

thinner than water, thicker than blood

it is so. fucking. BEAUTIFUL

from yorknew i believe there was a shift in troupe agenda (well mostly bcs chrollo got he ass beat) because what the hell is this man doing going after kakin.

like he is no longer playing defense and defending his city he is going on the attack for reasons we dont know yet.

which is like. *u g h* /pos

I WANNA KNOW

yap over im vibrating reading all this im aaaa

Phantom Troupe - failed robinhoods?

As the new chapters told us,the Spiders started out as a revenge based organisation. That’s also what made them the way they are now.

But no one talks about the huge responsibility they have to carry to help their whole town.

Kurapika’s task for instance is to avenge the dead rather than changing the world to better treat the living. He doesn’t have a community whose situation he is concerned with. It’s tragic,but in a way that limits his responsibility. Leorio wants to treat people for free and actually addresses a bigger societal problem that was born out of a personal one.

The phantom troupe are very much concerned with avenging specific people,but they work on utilitarian principles. They’re ready to sacrifice themselves for the whole of Meteor City,so that no kids will be kidnapped again

For that they’re ready to throw away their own morals. Because kid Chrollo isn’t yet evil. He can’t think the same way adult Chrollo does,he’s not hat capable of committing a massacre but he already knows he will kill many people,without really understanding what that means. If you were to say something like this,would you know what it means? I wouldn’t. So in short,they’d chose to pull the lever and sacrifice one person for the five.(Unless it’s up to Paku and Chrollo is the one person)

If this wasn’t a revenge mission,what would it be?

Meteor City needs two things, protection and material goods.

Before the Troupe gained sufficient strength to have a say, the elders made a deal that exchanged people for the mafias “protection”. It seems heavily implied that the very same mafia who agreed to protect them was the one behind the kidnappings to begin with,they just exchanged children for adults.

In chapter 105 Leorio says the following:

Many years after the original deal,there was a second one, but this time the mafia offered goods. Why couldn’t they kept the “protection” deal?

Because the City no longer needed protection. Something must’ve happened for the mafia to take a step back and actually pay Meteor City rather than just not stealing their kids.

See how it’s a forced decision?

And the Troupe abolished even that.

Not only did the Spider scare off the criminals terrorising their two win,they also put a stop to the mafia buying Meteor City’s loyalty.

Maybe it’s already pointed out by someone,but we need to talk about that more!

Suddenly their quest to steal makes much more sense. They’re not only scary guard dogs,but providers. It simply can’t be argued that the Troupe’s existence has no positive effects,when it changes everything for Meteor City!

Why then are they “failed” robinhoods? Because while they’re effective,they can’t change the world. They can only scare off the Mafia while they exist,should the Spider die it could all revert back. And also because they can’t help everybody. The cost of their constructive ends is destruction.

While I believe the Kurta clan massacre had other reasons,would it not be the perfect way to show the elders the Troupe is both capable of cruelty for the sake of their community and fit to provide money? “Oh you think you need the Mafia? Watch this.”

In that way they wouldn’t even need to hate the clan,it would merely be killing outsider children for the sake of Meteorian children.

It perfectly shows how trying to achieve radical change in an unfair world can drive one to insanity. “Robinhoods” seem noble. The work that the Troupe does can’t be noble. Just like Kurapika’s quest isn’t righteous,as much as he wishes it was.

Wanting safety for the kids of Meteor City is natural,but it seems unattainable.

Is the thesis here that you can’t help Meteor City without killing someone? Yes. It doesn’t mean killing the kurtas,but it means killing the Mafia. And killing the Mafia often= normalisation of killing. The more often you do it the easier it is,and the lesser justification is required. Eventually,that means killing the Kurtas.

The idea is that they couldn’t keep doing what they did without eroding their morals to the point they’re at now.

They can’t remain pure. But they have to do something.

Meteor City seems like an unsolvable tragedy. It’s sucks up all the misery and filth of the world, and while it’s supposed to represent hope and be a safe place for all the lost,that’s an unattainable ideal.

There will always be people in need is such a place. It’s like the shadow of the World, which is the actual problem. Meteor City is everything that is right and wrong with humanity.

And the saddest part? Any state of peace is fragile. ALL of the Troupe’s achievements might be lost once it’s gone.

So it really was all for nothing? And how is Chrollo supposed to keep caring about human lives back at home when he has ended countless lives himself? How can he feel any attachment to humanity when he uses bodies as bombs and sees himself as a worthless hostage?

If he doesn’t feel it tho..what’s even the point? No wonder bro is lost

[saintchrollo]

so eager to learn more about chrollos past like where’s his parents. or did he just spawn on top a cart in a junkyard

u inspire me nonnie but also yes i want to know ..... whatever it was i know it was hard :( 

anyways hi this is in fact a conversations with chrollo stan account i want to pick his brain ... yall have probably been dating-dating for like three months i’d say (thats the longest id go without meeting someone im dating’s parents)

reaching over chrollo’s lap, you pick up the tv remote and pause the show you’re watching. he startles slightly, then immediately removes any emotion from his face when you shift to look at him straight on. chrollo’s arm stays on the back of the couch, watching your movements carefully.

“what’s your relationship like with your parents?”

chrollo blinks once. “come again?”

“your parents. you never talk about them.”

“there’s a reason for that.” chrollo plucks the remote out of your hand. “just as there’s a reason you talk about yours.”

sighing, you card your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck, twirling some of the strands around your finger.

“well, if you ever want to talk about them you can. even if it’s bad. i know you don’t like talking about things, but sometimes it’s healthy.”

chrollo doesn’t say anything for a moment. his jaw ticks before he sighs. “there’s nothing to discuss.”

tucking some of his hair behind his head, you let out a hum of disbelief. “alright, angel.”

the tv clicks back on.

you sigh and rest your head back on chrollo’s chest. his hand, after a few moments, rests back on your shoulder. he squeezes you for a moment, but doesn’t speak again.

-- 

you’re almost asleep. on your stomach, hugging a pillow that’s just a little bit too soft. chrollo lays next to you, on his back, staring at the ceiling. thinking. 

“[first],” chrollo whispers in the dark. “are you asleep?” 

with a sharp inhale you lift your head and face your head towards him. “no. are you okay?” 

chrollo’s hand comes to rest on your back. you shift closer, laying your head on his chest instead. wrapping an arm around him, you settle in. the warmth from chrollo’s heartbeat begins to lull you back to sleep. 

“...thinking. i can’t sleep.”

“that’s no good,” you mumble. you smooth your hand over his chest. in your sleepiness, the words just tumble out. “must be hard to sleep when you have so many secrets to keep.” 

whatever thoughts chrollo had been having immediately stopped. he blinked once, before looking down at you. had you not just spoken, you could have passed for being asleep. eye closed, breath soft puffs against his chest. 

chrollo takes a deep breath. involuntarily, his muscles twitch under your touch as you run your hand down his chest, over his stomach. 

“tell me what you’re thinking.”

chrollo’s quiet for a few moments. for a moment, you don’t think he’ll speak. he’d been so quiet since earlier that evening, quieter than he normally got when you asked about his work, about his personal life. 

“i don’t think you’ll end up liking the answer,” chrollo finally says. 

“if you don’t tell me my tarot cards will,” you lightly threaten, “i like spending time with you, otherwise i wouldn’t spend my time around you. and you are made up of all of these parts you ‘don’t think i’ll like.’ do you see what i’m getting at here?”

“no need to have an attitude,” chrollo frowns. 

“i don’t have an attitude. it’s two am.” 

“actually, it’s only eleven thirty.” 

“oh. that’s pretty early.” 

chrollo nods, “it’s alright though.” 

“do you know what i mean though?” you ask, circling back to your previous point. “your past is part of you and i like you and you shouldn’t have to worry about telling me things. because, big surprise, i like getting to know you. otherwise, i would not be laying here, half asleep and able to fall asleep without all my comfort items. you aren’t mysterious, you’re just a scorpio with some deep-rooted trauma.”

chrollo is quiet. 

“peace and love.” you add on after a beat. 

it makes chrollo chuckle, the huff of laughter escaping his attempt at staying melodramatic. you crack open an eye, looking up at him for a moment to see the smile before closing your eyes again. they were so heavy. 

“if i tell you, i’d have to kill you.” the phrase is light, easy. chrollo squeezes your hip, and you lean into him, knee sliding over his thigh. 

“that’s alright. i’d like to have a mysterious death.”

chrollo thinks again, his fingers trace shapes into you skin. the small movements are the one thing tethering you to consciousness. 

“you might not want to see me anymore.” chrollo speaks with such sincerity, with such a belief in his statement. the might feels forced, feels added in to sugarcoat a self-convinced fact. 

“are you a mind reader?” you ask.

“no, but i am able to make assumptions.” 

it’s annoying enough of a statement to bring you from your sleep. you sit up, rubbing your eye to get the sleep out. “did you see any universe where you making assumptions about me played out well for you.” 

when your eyes focus again on chrollo’s face in the darkness, you’re almost drowned in the amount of emotion you suddenly pick up on from his eyes. heavy emotions with no where to go, stirring deep inside of him. 

“no,” he says.

“makes an ass out of you and me, right?”  

“whatever you say, darling.” 

“don’t be patronizing, i’m just trying to help.” 

chrollo groans, “love, can we please not do this right now?” 

“you’re the one who asked me if i was awake.”

“yes, but then you condemned me.”

“condemn is a strong word,” you state, then lay back down, pulling your blanket back up. “but whatever. i’m not condemning you. i just want to know about you so i can keep falling in love with you. is that too much to ask? merde.” 

as you roll over and face your back towards him, a small smile starts to make it’s away to chrollo’s lips, warmth bubbling in his chest. with a deep breath, he pushes the strange feeling down and wraps an arm around your middle, sliding his other so it rests under your neck.  

“i’m obsessed with you,” chrollo whispers, taking your hand in his. 

you bring his hand to your lips, placing a small kiss against his forefinger. “i know. there’s a lot to be obsessed with.” 

chrollo smiles against your shoulder, squeezing your hand. there’s a litany of words stuck in his throat, jumbled up from his thoughts running together. 

“goodnight, angel,” you murmur against his hand, holding it close to your chest. “i’ll make you breakfast in the morning for prying.”

humming, chrollo shakes his head. “no need to apologize. can i have one more kiss before you go to sleep?” 

rolling over you can’t help the fond smile on your face. cupping chrollo’s cheek, you lean up and give him a soft kiss on the lips and one on his forehead. you tuck yourself under his chin, which he immediately seems to prefer, holding you close and rubbing your back.

[starlitheaven]

𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 (younger/pre-troupe)

Just some headcanons I have of this elegantly stinky thief man. <3 

These are mainly of his younger days, pre-Troupe and just life in Meteor City.

Edit: this somehow became how he met Paku, Uvogin, and Nobunaga.

Before he became a thief, he did what most children in Meteor City did to make money; he dug through dumps of trash. The goal was to obtain as much glass and plastic as possible and sell it at the end of the day.

That’s how he met Pakunoda. She dug with some of the older kids, but unlike the others, she didn’t let her frustration out on him at the end of most days.

Instead, Paku told him that if he couldn’t find the basic recyclables, to look for weapons. She could repair most guns that appeared unsalvageable and determine whether someone else would take what she couldn’t repair.

After meeting her, better days would be when he’d find old guns or rifles. He’d ignore the lingering metallic smell of blood and present them to Paku. 

Against her wishes, he split the money he made with her.

“Thanks to you, I have more time to find treasure,” is what he told her in response.

Back then, treasure was mainly books. He’d find a book amongst all the grimy trash and run through the pages to make sure everything was legible. He read absolutely everything he found.

One day, Paku’s huge friend made a mistake while she wasn’t there. He was especially bored that day and Chrollo ignored him all afternoon as the kid broke things around him with a rusty pipe. His friend was just laughing it off or encouraged him.

Chrollo just wanted to sit under some shade provided by piles of disgusting trash bags and read. This book was especially interesting— it was about a boys adventures in a faraway place where clean water wasn’t scarce and the air wasn’t dry or polluted.

The huge kid kicked Chrollo’s book out of his hands and grabbed his hair, dragging him out of his little nook. He was thrown onto the hot desert ground.

“Reading times over, kid. Nothing beats kicking your ass, ha! Beats! Didja hear that—” (this was a terrible joke it pained me to write this. We all suffer)

The huge kids friend didn’t have a chance to answer.

Chrollo sprang up high and hooked his arm over the kids neck to bring him down to the ground. He got several good shots in due to the big kid being in complete shock. Even after he processed what just happened and went in to fight back the little shit, Chrollo turned out to hold his ground.

Who knew that Paku’s quiet little shit friend could not only pack a punch but hold his own? And win?

The only reason the other kid didn’t jump in was because he was curious if Chrollo could even last. He was pleasantly surprised.

“Told you Paku wouldn’t give this kid the time of day if he was worthless like we thought.”

That’s not to say that Chrollo left the scuffle unscathed. Most of his body and face was bruised or bleeding. As he limped to pick up his thrown book, he groaned internally at his left eye being completely swollen shut. Reading with one eye would be troublesome.

He worked much slower that day due to his injuries and made enough money for some stale bread and a bruised peach. He sat on the ground and rested his sore back against a pillar in front of the church that took him in.

Chrollo was enjoying his “dinner” when something was thrown at his face. He looked down, with his one open eye, and a wrapped sandwich was now in his lap.

“Scrawny kid like you needs to eat if ya wanna keep protecting your treasures.”

It was the big kid, his friend, and Paku. The big kids face was cleaned up and had bandages in random places. In Paku’s hands was her own sandwich and a rusty old first aid kit.

The three of them sat down in front of Chrollo to have dinner. While Paku cleaned up and bandaged his face, the big kid introduced them.

“Name’s Uvogin, just call me Uvo though. That’s Nobu.”

“Nobunaga.”

“Same shit.”

Years later, Uvo always wondered why Chrollo let himself be beat up if he was able to fend for himself.

Chrollo never cared to fight back as a younger child, because he saw value in his treasure that he didn’t see in himself.

[static-fanatic-1]

Chrollo + Phantom Troupe Teaser

Word Count: 5.2k

(Teaser my ass, holy shit this is going to be a long one)

Name: (y/n) Kurta

Nen Type: Conjurer

Nen Ability: Terracotta gauntlets with a lion head on top of the hand. The lion head can detach from the clawed gauntlets and act as physics-defying grappling hooks.

Example of Ability: You can use the grappling hooks to grab and throw whatever is caught, this can include people or other large objects. It will feel fairly weightless.

| Part 2 |

~~~

You remember the day perfectly, it was humid and moist, yet just cool enough to stop you from sweating. You had on your usual Kurta garb, purple and yellow with symbols and designs in honor of your heritage. You stayed home that day, being two months pregnant with your future child made your father worry too much.

You were barely showing at this point, but he still kept you home despite your line of work. You were a protector of sorts, a guard to your clan, keeping everyone protected as well as leaving to explore the world and bring back new things. You enjoyed your job, but your sweet old man didn't want you to over exert yourself.

"When you leave again you'll have to bring your secret lover." Your father would constantly start. "I bet he's a gentleman considering what your mother taught you." A fatherly smile gleaming over his wrinkling features. "If he runs off I'll hunt him down and strap him to our dinner table." He would joke.

You would lightly scold your father, knowing he would surely follow his words. "Stop. Keep acting like that and you'll chase him away."

You sighed at the fond memories, glancing out the window of the kitchen to watch the bright sun set below the horizon line. Deep purples and rich oranges decorated the clouds in a comforting glow. Another color, rich and warm, too warm, littered the skies. Coal black smoke rose above the tree tops and covered the beautiful sky in a suffocating cloak.

A lump got caught in your throat at the sight, you knew the colors and smoke anywhere, the burning trash of Meteor City making it a familiar sight. The smell too, burning your nostrils and making you cringe further confirmed what was happening.

Fire. Burning, raging fire was engulfing the village and eating it whole. Screams and cries for help filled the air as buildings crumpled into the ground. That was your call to action, you jumped out of your window and summoned up your nen, claws outstretched and prepared to slice any unknown mother fucker you could find.

You found one, a dark silhouette in the night with a slim build and intense pink aura coming from their hands. It felt familiar, the aura, but you didn't pay it any mind before shooting out the lion head on your gauntlets.

With chattering teeth they by harshly into the figure's forearms, dragging them across the floor and above your head into a burning building behind you. You cried and quickly jumped on the figure, slicing at their chest. Large, long gashes oozed out buckets of blood, and you quickly silenced the figure's cries with a even deeper gash to the throat... their head now hanging by a thin thread of flesh.

The blood that coated your nen gauntlets were nothing compared to the crimson that flooded your eyes. You would slaughter anyone that was not a clan member, you swore on that. Looking around your red tinted gaze fell upon the horrors caused by the raiders.

Bodies, bloodied and broken beyond recognition littered the ground. You wobbled over to one of them, barely making out who it was, an elderly woman you could almost call a grandmother. Her wrinkled features were slack and littered with blood, but the empty, oozing sockets where her eyes should be haunted your nightmares. You wailed louder than the dying screams, fat tears streaming down your cheeks and landing in the empty holes.

"Papa!" You shrieked, stumbling up off the ground and rushing further into the carnage. Your legs barely kept up as you rushed past the fire ridden village. "PAPA!" You screeched into the crackling night.

You paused, breath caught in your throat making you choke on the smoke. There was a silhouette shrouded by ash and darkness and flames, a distinguishable fur coat lining its figure. You gagged at the smoke, hiding behind a broken building to listen to the mumbling figure.

"Has anyone found her?" A smooth, honey like voice echoed past the dying screams.

Chrollo? Wha-? What's going on?! You stumbled on a piece of debris, tripling and falling onto a warm, bloodied corpse. You gave out a strained whimper, almost a shriek, as you tried to collect yourself and run away.

You could hear him behind you, you could almost feel him behind you. His nen spilled from his pores and surrounded you in a suffocating hold. You quietly gagged, hand over your mouth as you held back the bile rising in your throat. Tears pricked the edges of your eyes, blurring your vision with smoke and tears.

~~~

You bit your bottom lip, whipping your hair over your shoulder and staring at the man across from you. He was large, muscles bulging through the thin black shirt he wore, yet he was no where near strong enough to take you down. Theoretically, the only person out of this year's batch of hunters that could possibly stand against you was yourself and that clown whom got his ass kicked out for attacking one of the wardens. This guy was no where near your level, you couldn't even sense any nen.

"What's wrong little girl?" He spat, crouching down and preparing to bulldoze you. "Shaking in your boots?"

You narrowed your eyes with a scowl, scoffing and looking at the chairman across the plaza. "Hardly."

The large man growled and dashed with his arms out stretched. Typical. You jumped high into the air and twisted around, your leg coming back down on his thick skull. Your foot clashed against the crown of his head and shoved his face into the ground, bringing him to a dead stop. Jumping back to the ground you inspected the damage, the floor was cracked and you could barely see his head past the new hole in the ground. The man wasn't moving, you knocked him out.

There was some clapping from the end of the plaza, shoes clacking against tile as he wondered closer. His steel grey eyes trailed down to your chest as he neared, old perv. "I'm a little disappointed." He mused, looking back up to meet your stern gaze. "I thought he would have a better chance against you. Though, it's always a treat to see a first timer beat the Hunter Exam."

You lightly smiled at the praise, a small memory of your father coming into mind. "I appreciate it."

Netero grinned at your words, but it slightly faltered when he glanced back at the designs of your clothes. "So, what hunter are you aiming to be?" He started as he shuffled through his clothes.

"Bounty Hunter, there are a few people I want to find."

"The Phantom Troupe, hm? I can't blame you, they have done some pretty horrible things."

You glanced over at the old man, your gaze being met with a knowing expression and a Hunter License. "Thanks...." You warily replied, taking hold of your new license. It should serve you well, you hoped.

A few hours later you wondered into the fancy hotel you were staying at. A few strangers glanced at you with a disgusted look, you couldn't blame them as you were still covered in dirt, leaves and a few splotches of blood. A tired sigh escaped your lips once you finally got to your room, taking the card and swiping it you entered with a delicate smile. "Kurapika! (S/n)! Where are you guys?"

A tuft of blond hair wizzes past the corner of the small living room. Dark grey eyes quickly following and staring back at you with a disgruntled expression. "Your son is a handful." Spat Kurapika.

Behind him a small, pale skinned figure peeked behind the corner, a cheeky grin plastered on his chubby face. "Momma!" He screeched, rushing over and running into your waiting arms.

You gave him a kiss on his forehead, using your hand to push away his fluffy raven hair. "Pretty sure you were the handful Kurapika, no way this little angel was was trouble."

Kurapika slightly smiled, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "Only when you are around, anyway, how did it go?"

You sighed and sat on the marble flooring. "It was really easy, but I've had the training for it to be easy. You will probably have a hard time, especially if that clown shows up again." You mumbled the last part, moving to the kitchen to grab you a snack, you were starving.

"Then teach me the "magic" you claim to know."

"I wanna see magic! Momma can you teach me too?" You took a big bite out of your snack, giving a glare to both of the kids.

"Sorry squirt, when you get older I'll teach you."

Kurapika furrowed his brows. "You keep telling me that if I pass the hunter exam you'll teach me."

"Change of plans-"

"Change of plans?! What do you mean change of plans? I still don't understand why you won't teach me this "magic" you keep talking about! I would be strong enough to fight the Phantom-"

"Kurapika." You sternly glared in his direction, the look in your eyes forcing everyone to quite down. "You know I don't want you to even get involved with this. Besides the change of plans isn't that bad, I want you to figure out this "magic" thing yourself and return when you are ready. I still want to teach you, but I don't want you to get killed in the process.

"I have a plan to find and hunt down the Troupe, but it will take time. If you aren't ready by the time I am, you will not be permitted to help. Instead you will stay somewhere safe and take care of (s/n) for me."

Kurpaika's dark grey eyes stared into the back of your head and burned holes into your skull. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, yes I am. Even if you learn this "magic" there is no telling how powerful you will become. Even with years and years of rigorous training like myself, I won't stand a chance against more than two of them at a time." You kept your stance, standing tall above the blond you called a little brother. "I don't want to see you get hurt, Kurapika. I can't see you get hurt."

Your son waddled over to your tense form and wrapped his shirt arms around your thighs. "He won't get hurt momma, I'll make sure of it!" A beaming smile did it's best to comfort you.

"I know you will, (s/n)." You turned your attention back to the blond, giving him a stern stare that told him you meant what you said. "I want to protect him too."

Kurapika growled, you knew how important finding and slaughtering the Troupe was to him, so why make it so difficult? Wouldn't it be easier to teach him and make him stronger so the both of you can fight?

You looked away from the blond as he stormed into one of the off rooms, you knew what he was thinking, but that wouldn't change your mind. You blamed yourself for your clan's slaughter and you wouldn't be able to live if he was to die too. You didn't want him to get involved in our own affairs, especially when they were so dangerous.

"Momma," You glanced down at the head of fluffy black hair still clinging to your legs. "Why do you and Uncle Kurapika argue so much? Who is this Phantom Troupe?" His chuffs cheeks puffed out, his brows furrowing in thought.

"(S/n)... it's a long story. One you aren't old enough to hear I'm afraid." You leaned down, picked him up, and rubbed your nose to his own rosy one. "Till then I'll keep you safe."

"From the Troupe?"

You glanced away form his coal black eyes, the painful memories a bit too much to handle at the moment. "From monsters that want to hurt you." You planted a kiss on his forehead, wiping away some of the scars burned into your mind.

~~~

You were going to strangle that boy when you find him. With gritted teeth and blazing eyes, you haven't been this pissed off in years. You stomped over to the glass window of the hotel room your all too kind employer provided.

You gave him simple instructions, go off and figure out the basics of "magic", and then return for more training. It was supposed to be a test for the rebellious teen.

That's what it was supposed to be. Instead, he decided he had enough of you and left to find the Troupe on his own, leaving your precious son to be alone in a secure hotel room while you worked. You might just kill Kurapika next time you see him.

You fanned down the small wrinkles on your slim dress, straightening out the slit that trailed to your thigh. It was black and long enough to trail behind your tall heels. Around your neck was a pearl necklace and a fur scarf hanging on your shoulders. Your hair was curled and allowed to flow freely behind you. You also had some pearl earrings and a pearl bracelet.

Swiping the last of your lipstick on, pursing your lips and giving them a little smack before turning to the small child on the couch. His eyes were glued to a puzzle he decided was more interesting than the television. "(S/n), I'm going to have to go in a minute. You'll be fine right?"

Doe eyes glanced back at you, a puzzle piece tightly held in his hands. "I'll be fine!"

"You remember the rules right?"

"No leaving without you or Kurapika, don't answer the door unless it is you or Kurapika, make sure I call you if something is wrong or when I go to bed,-"

"I get it." You waved a hand in his face, a gentle smile etched onto your painted lips. "My smart little boy remembers everything."

He nodded, leaning into the backside of the couch to wrangle you into a hug. "Come back soon!"

"I will, don't worry. Love you."

"Love you too."

You were off, leaving and meeting with your employer at his hotel before making your way to a dinner with a few high end Mafia men. You quickly met up with the man, he was a son to one of the ten dons and hired you as both a body guard and a rental girlfriend. A little demeaning in your eyes but anything to get close to your targets.

"You look stunning." Mentioned the man, his arm linking with your own. He was a handsome man, that was obvious, a real charmer too. With chocolate brown hair slicked back and bright green eyes you could stare at for an eternity. He was broad shouldered and muscular underneath his crisp dark grey suit, a pale yellow under shirt and a maroon tie adding to his attractiveness. The poor flirt would be dead if you outwardly admitted that though.

"Likewise." Your hand placed itself on top his forearm, letting him guide you to the fancy limousine he had for the two of you.

You decided conversation would be the best thing at the moment, as getting to know a man you are supposed to temporarily date would be best for the illusion. "Where are we going to meet your father?"

"Ah, a nice restaurant just a few blocks uptown from the auction site." He directed his head to take your facial features in. "They have the best steak I've ever had, amazing garlic butter."

You were beyond tense, but a relaxed smile crept onto your lips. "I just might have to try that. Who else is coming?"

"My father's friends, one is another don, and my two other brothers. I wouldn't worry though, they might ask you a few questions but I would just let me do the talking." He gave you a kind smile, turning back to the driver and telling him the name of the restaurant.

"I don't mean to be rude, but if anything happens I'll have to leave and take care of it."

"Oh! I know, they know. My family actually told me to, uh, rent a girlfriend for the auction days." He ran a hand through his chocolate locks, a sigh escaping his lips and he relaxed in his chair. "Rumor has it that something bad might happen during this auction. Something about sleeping? Like death."

"If that's the case, then I might have to take an early leave."

He gave you a cocky grin. "Just tell me what's happening outside the restaurant, I'm curious about what kind of stuff a hunter gets into."

You returned his gaze, finally relaxing just a bit more. "I'll make sure to keep you posted."

"Sir," alerted the driver. "We're here."

"Good! Let's get something to eat, shall we?"

You nodded, sliding your dress to the side to exit the vehicle. "Oh! Please, don't make me look bad." He jested, quickly shuffling to your side to open the door. "I'll embarrass myself in front of my dad."

"About that, I never introduced myself did I? My name is (y/n)."

He gave a dopey grin. "Right, I'm Jason, it probably would be a good idea to know each other's names, huh? Well, let's go before my dad thinks we are doing something suggestive." He winked and held out his arm for you to take, in which you did with a small scoff.

The two of you walked into the restaurant, a grand archway with a fancy chandelier lighting up the entire entrance with a warm glow. Black marble coated the floor with a glossy reflection, and your heels clicked against them with an elegant sway of your dress.

A man stood at the enterence, another shorter version of Jason. "Ah, Jason! How've you been?" He glanced over at you and gave a devilish grin. "Wow, what a catch. Maybe she'll decide to stay?"

The new stranger sauntered over, a shoulder being wrapped around your shoulders. "If he isn't your type I'm always available. Jackson, by the way." He whispered in your ear with a raspy tone.

"Ignore him," Jason mumbled to you, his cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment, "He's always like this with any human of the female gender."

Humor yourself, or let the poor man walk away with some of his dignity intact? Nah, if you were going to give some of your dignity with these men you might as well have some fun. "You poor thing," You began, turning with a gentle smile to the brother. "Can't keep it in his pants, hmm?" You softly patted the fluffy hair on his head and pouted, shuffling out of his grip and wrapping your arm back with Jason. "Better luck next time." You retorted with a little wave.

With his breath caught in his throat, he coughed and turned to the direction of where their table was. "The tables this way, dad's already there." His mumbling quieted down as he led the way.

Jason turned to you, kept in a laugh, and shrugged. The restaurant was warm along with the cozy glow of the chandeliers hanging from the tall roof. There were many tables, black with cushioned chairs and blazing candles.

Your eyes zeroed on the candles, the beautifully dangerous flame causing you to start sweating. You gulped down the lump in your throat and forced yourself to relax your tensing limbs. 'It's just a small flame, nothing to be afraid of.' You scolded yourself.

The two of you wondered into a private room in the back. There was a large, round, black table in the center of the room, a few couches on the walls with side tables. There were a few candles in the center along with a crystal vase filled with blood red roses. As much as you loved the roses, they reminded you of him.

To distract yourself you glanced around the room, the father and Jackson were conversing, the other son sitting and listening. Jackson pointed in your direction, a sly smirk on his face.

Jason leaned in. "That's my dad," he pointed over to one of the other walls near the couch. A man was leaning on the side, his crisp suit wrinkling with his crossed legs. He had a beard, small but neat, with deep blue eyes and tan flesh. "That is Manchile, he's the Don I was talking about."

There were a few other notable people, but when Jason and you entered the entire room lightened up. The father stood and sauntered over, a sleazy smile gracing his gruff features. "I hope Jason didn't make a move on you?" He extended his hand, slightly calloused from use, but large and warm.

You took it with a gentle smile, time to suck up your pride and be a darling. "I wouldn't worry about him, he's quite the gentleman." Your hand was in worse shape than his, more rough, and must have noticed. The father's face changed into one of surprise and respect. "I'd watch out for that one though." You pointed to Jackson, the man lightly scoffing with a grin.

"Will do." He said with a chuckle.

Manchile joined the table, a few of his men sitting down too. "I'm starved, let's eat."

"Sure thing." The father returned his attention to Jason and you. "Ladies first."

The table was filled, and you ended up being sandwiched between Jason and Manchile. Your eyes would periodically go back to the candles in front of you, and all you could do was twist a small bit of your dress skirt to calm your nerves. You all ordered, and you took your date's advice with the steak.

As you were waiting, the unknown brother, leaned in and gave you a curious smile. "So, a hunter huh? I've never met one, what's it like?"

All eyes were on you now, and you relaxed with the distraction. "It's dangerous work... but if you were trained correctly then it is worth it. Plenty of benefits as long as you hunt something."

"Who trained you?" His green eyes gleamed begins his thin glasses. "Sorry if I'm prying, just curious."

"I don't mind. I trained myself. I've always wanted to become a hunter."

"Really? Ooh, what about the test? I've heard it's impossible!"

You slightly smiled, Manchile leaning in and joining the conversation. "Some of my men are hunters, they talked about fighting each other and impossible puzzles. My best man had to find the damned test four times before he made it."

You cocked an eyebrow. "Well he's not wrong. All the tests are different but we did have to fight each other. There were some puzzles but I didn't think they were that difficult...." You locked your lipstick and took a sip of your water, keeping your posture and chin held high. "Four times huh? I got my license on my first try."

Manchile cackled in his water cup. "Really? You make my best look like babies." The waiter returned with a large bottle of red wine and began to pour it to everyone who wanted some. You declined, drinking on the job wouldn't bid well if something happened. "Next your going to say you could win against one of the beasts."

You stayed silent, doing your best to keep your smile hidden behind your glass of water. Jason peeked over and noticed your curled lips. "No way, seriously?"

"Not sure, never tried." You commented, giving him a cocky side eye. "But probably."

It was the father's turn to laugh, Jackson joining in with some bread in his hands. "Come on, no one's stronger than the beasts. You've got to be crazy."

The father butted in with a joke. "You're a bounty hunter right? You didn't come here to take us out, hmm?"

"No, no, that'd be bad for business. I'm actually after the Phantom Troupe." The table quieted down, so you continued. "Rumor has it some people will 'sleep' tonight, take that as you will, I'm just here for security purposes. More or less."

Manchile waved over a waiter and asked for another bottle before asking some more questions. "You think they will attack? What makes you think they are crazy enough to challenge the mafia?"

"Well, I will admit I don't have proof, but it would be a missed opportunity. I mean if people are going to 'sleep' then the only criminals crazy enough to try anything would be the Troupe. They are also strong enough to do so. I guess you could say it's a hunch."

A few new waiters entered with the food. They set it on the table, asked if we needed anything else, and left.

"Well, son, you found one interesting woman, huh?"

Jason gave a breathy laugh, as if he was trying to keep his nerves together. "Yeah, I guess I did."

The current conversation died out and turned into useless banter. What they wanted to get from the auctions, who they would be fighting it for, money, fame, glory, all of it. Jason leaned over and asked if you wanted something, but you declined the generous offer. You knew there would be Kurt's eyes, but buying them seemed a bit off. Almost like cheating.

You wanted to collect them through force, just like they did, only then will you be satisfied. Still, you appreciated the offer and made sure he knew you did.

Everything was calm, the food was hot and the candles became a later memory from the conversations you were listening in on. That was until a sudden ding echoed in the private room. Then another, and another, and quickly everyone's phones rang of emergency alerts and messages.

You didn't have to glance over Jason's shoulder to see the message, you already knew what happened. Still, a part of you checked to make sure you didn't have to leave the welcoming lot of individuals.

You didn't know wether to be disappointed or excited, but either way you faced your date. "I'll head over to the auction house to investigate—"

"We all will." Commanded the father. "The merchandise is missing, as well as everyone else."

"Everyone else?"

Manchile pulled himself from his seat. "Owl grabbed the stuff before shit went down. But everyone in the auction house is gone, poof, missing." There was another synchronized ding. "There's a hot air balloon heading south."

"In the direction of Meteor City?" You commented, already heading towards the door. "I'll head over there. Keep me informed, I need a list of the people missing and a list of people chasing down the balloon. Anything else of importance will help." You pointed to Jason, but he held out his hand.

"Do you think it's the Troupe?"

You turned and stared into his chocolate eyes, his brows furrowed with worry. So you smiled kindly. "I know it's the Troupe."

"Get the Shadow Beasts." The father's voice trailed off behind the door.

You were calm as you walked through the restaurant, the hectic banter of the trailing mafia men closely behind. They passed you and exited, you quickly following suit. The outside air was crisp and humid from an old rain and the clouds coated the sky like a blanket.

"Are you calling them Jared?"

"Hurry and get worm on the phone Jackson!"

"You already have the merchandise? Good, good, keep it safe and get the others. Worm, Rabid Dog, Porcupine, and Leech are already on their way."

"(Y/n)! If it's the Troupe you should wait for the other beasts and go with them. Just to be safe." Jason held your hand, finally noticing the toughness of your overworked hands. His were soft, raised with little trouble unlike yourself.

"I'll be fine, I'm strong enough to last against one, maybe two of the members if I'm lucky." You slipped your hand from his grip and tore off your expensive heels, no need for them to get ruined like your dress. "Can you hold these for me? I'd hate for them to get dirty." You handed him your pearls, leaving the earrings because they wouldn't get caught on anything. "I'll have to come back and get them."

You smiled at him again and summoned your gauntlets, dashing off to catch a hot air balloon. He stared at your disappearing form, a clear as day blush spread across his cheeks.

~~~

You made it after a while of running, but the battle had already begun. You stationed yourself on top of the plateau surrounding the battlefield, and already you scolded yourself for not trying to keep the beasts as back-up.

Their bodies littered the floors and blood soaked the dry earth. Biting your lip, you assessed the playing field. Uvogin sat alone, a hairy man you could only assume was the Porcupine character stuck to his fist. The rest of the Troupe members, not all of them, sat along the sides with cards in their hands. Machi, Nobunaga, Feitan, Franklin, Shizuku and Shalnark. You wondered if that was everyone or if someone was hiding.

Next was a few mafia men smart enough to not engage in battle, but why haven't they run off yet? You would have taken more care in who they might be, but you were quickly cut off with an ear piercing scream. You covered your ears and crouched down further, wincing at your late reaction.

Uvogin smiled and waited. Blood spurt from Porcupine's ears and not a moment later he fell to the floor with a dead eyed thud. The mafia men began to make their move, so you wondered closer to where they were stationed.

Then it happened, chains tightly wound themselves around Uvogin and tugged him into oblivion. Chains... chains! Kurapika! With your new revelation you ran towards the car everyone was piling into. But in no time Uvogin was packed in and they began their drive away.

With a low growl you sprinted faster and jumped off the cliff side and towards the first car. You tumbled onto the roof, denting it underneath the impact, and attached yourself with your gauntlets.

Your burning rage dismissed the passenger's window, and you smashed into it without care for who was on the other side. Gripping their shirt and almost pulling them out, the frightened girl screeching. "Kurapika!"

Two pairs of red eyes stared into each other's souls. He knew he was in deep shit. "(Y/n)-"

"Don't you fucking dare." You snapped, pointing your finger to the man tied up in the backseat., but your eyes stayed glued on the blond. "I swear to god if I hear any bullshit I'm going to tear a tongue out!"

"Someone's in a pissy mood." A deep voice reverberated through the small confines of the black car. Finally, you glared at the man in the back seat, his entire body tied under nen chains.

"Eat lead Uvo."

"Already checked off the bucket list (y/n/n)."

God, you hated that nickname.

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EXACTLY.

IM UNIRONICALLY TOXIC ABOUT IT AND ITS A PROBLEM XDDDD

afo is absolutely chrollo but less goated. chrollo could 1v1 his ass any day. you can reproduce flesh and summon satan himself? i got a man with weird earrings and a funny book that would BEAT. YO. ASS.

anyway. this has put an hxh bnha au into my brain and i hope you're fucking happy original asker. I HOPE YOURE HAPPY.

THE TOXICICITY THAT IS ABOUT TO BE UNLEASHED

Hello! I've been seeing a lot of your Uvogin stuff lately and I think how you see him is really interesting, While I'm not writing it yet I do have planned as part of my MHA/HxH series to have the phantom troupe featured heavily in a future part of it. I don't know if you're into MHA, but I'd really like someone's opinion that really enjoys these characters on what kind of quirks you think they would have if they were reborn into that world so I figured I would give it a shot and see if would have any interesting head cannons on who they might be related to or how their powers would change in that setting. Would Uvogin just have a straight up strength quirk? I'd like to make it more interesting then straight up copying and pasting the powers, but not have things be totally unrelated either.

HIII thank u for asking !!! I’m not super well versed with quirks, but I’ll try my best. So I’m hxh, Uvo’s hatsu is Big Bang Impact. It allows for a large burst of strength, but the drawback is that he can only use it in his right arm, as a set condition. Translating this into the MHA world, his quirk would probably be a huge burst of energy that he can summon with one arm. Since MHA just doesn’t allow for the raw physical strength that helps with Uvo’s punch during Big Bang (the 8’6 build is unattainable anywhere else LMFAO), it’ll have to be unnamed energy/magic that has the force of a large explosion. The drawback would probably be that he’d have to wait a couple seconds for it to get to it’s strongest. I haven’t watched MHA in a while but I hope this helps in some way !! ^_^