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ros3maryt3a · 1 year ago

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

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

Thank you 🥰

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

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

Without further ado:

Chrollo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Feitan

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

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

Still. Getting a date with him will be hard.

Obscenely so.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Phinks

Basic. I mean real basic.

He’s nervous as on a first date.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Machi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shalnark

He’s the one to ask you.

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

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

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

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

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

Overall? It’s quite the fruitful experience.

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

Pakunoda

Restaurant date all the way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hisoka

Oh boy. Really? I mean, really?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Illumi

Boring.

Very, very, very boring.

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

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

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

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

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

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akutasoda · 1 year ago

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Can I request hcs with kurapika, chrollo and feitan with a s/o who has an illusion like ability? Like they go through someone’s memory if they have a sample of their dna they can make realistic illusions and replay the same memories? Sorry if it’s too specific

illusionists

synopsis - how are they with an s/o who has nen based around illusions

includes - kurapika, chrollo, feitan

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst??, maybe ooc, wc - 605

a/n: it's not too specific! the more details the better!

kurapika kurta ★↷

↪originally, he thought you're nen was extremely dangerous. when he first met you, he became extremely wary because kurapika was uncomfortable knowing that you could easily access his memories - and he didn't trust you one bit.

↪even when he got to know you a bit more, he still couldn't bring himself to fully trust you. he had a lot of memories that could easily cause him to become vulnerable and he feared you'd use that to your advantage.

↪same went for you being able to create a realistic illusion. he didn't trust you not to trick and decieve him - especially if you were a potential spy for the spiders.

↪it took a very long time, and a lot of promises, for him to actually trust you not to decieve him.

↪and so now he can see your nen as useful and rather cool. kurapika may even ask you to help him track down the spiders but he wouldn't want you to get so involved.

↪even though he doesn't like you using your ability on him, he wouldn't mind so much if you replayed a memory of you and him - especially after a long day or on a special occasion.

chrollo lucifer ★↷

↪again, initially he saw you as a major threat - if you chose to pick the spiders as an enemy of course. although, he also saw you of great use to them if you decided to help them.

↪perhaps took the longest to fully trust you, you had alot to prove to him before he could even consider you an acquaintance. chrollo had alot he didn't want you knowing, namely protecting the spiders and his own little secrets.

↪even if you chose not to be directly connected to the spiders, you are still his partner and so sometimes he does ask you to help them out if your nen is useful for that situation.

↪chrollo makes it very clear that you are not to use your ability on him. while he does trust you to, he would just prefer you to leave his memories alone - the only exception is when he wishes to revisit a specific memory with you.

feitan portor ★↷

↪for a third time, he kept extreme caution with you when he first met you. to him, you were dangerous. to not only him but the rest of the spiders and he wasn't going to be responsible for their secrets getting out.

↪it took him a long time to fully truat you being around him yes, but probably not as long as the previous two. yes he was wary, but he had confidence that you wouldn't risk your life for a mere friendship, and more, with him.

↪he wouldn't mind if you chose not to associate with the spiders, it was your choice not his. but if you did, then he'd gladly recommend you to chrollo and you probably would have zero issues joining.

↪very rarely, if he knew you were okay with it, feitan would ask for some assistance with certain 'interrogations' - torturing people with old painful memories made it much easier to gain information. but only if you agreed.

↪he wouldn't exactly jump at the idea of letting you view his memories and such, he wouldn't be opposed to it if you asked.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x you #hxh x reader #hxh x you #hxh kurapika #kurapika x you #kurapika x reader #hxh chrollo #chrollo x you #chrollo x reader #hxh feitan #feitan x you #feitan x reader

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spidersinyourshoes · 7 months ago

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Phantom Troupe music headcanons because i cannot stop projecting my interests onto them

in honor of me creating 6 different playlists today, here’s my thoughts on what type of music the Phantom Troupe would be into :>

Chrollo

Likes classic goth bands such as The Cure and Bauhaus, and is also really into classical music

Avid collector of the most obscure type of music that no one has ever heard of

Like what do you mean the first hour of your playlist is just Gregorian chants??

Listens to artists who have roughly 7 monthly listeners, and somehow he is 3 of them

Also an insane music nerd

He just somehow knows everything about different genres and their societal significance

Will also go into long rants about music based subcultures and their relevance

Nobunaga

Bit pretentious with it lol

Just doesn’t get modern music

Big fan of anything from the 70s or 80s though

Any song he can get nostalgic over tbh

Probably likes Johnny Cash as well??

Just picture any music that you’d hear at a suburban barbecue organized by single dads and he’d know all the songs by heart

Feitan

I don’t see him as someone who listens to a lot of music tbh

But when he does it’s some obscure shit

Probably more into instrumentals than vocals

Again, doesn’t care much, just know that it has to sound haunting or moody, otherwise he’ll turn that shit off

Shalnark swears he once saw him nodding along to Elton John but no one believes him

That did happen actually

He blames Phinks

Machi

Another one who doesn’t listen to a lot of music, but does have a few playlists she rotates between

Went through an emo phase when she was younger and still knows all of the lyrics to basically every Paramore song

Now she’s more partial to artists like Lana Del Rey and Girl in Red

Likes chill songs that aren’t too intense, just here for some good vibes that don’t distract too much

Phinks

Dad rock.

That’s it. That’s the headcanon

Single-handedly responsible for half of Led Zeppelin’s streams

Argues with Nobunaga over who has the better taste in music even though there’s actually a lot of overlap in their tastes

Has a guilty pleasure for emotional ballads as well but he’d sooner die than admit that out loud

Shalnark

Listens to everything

And when I say everything I mean everything

Has about a million playlists all for hyper specific scenarios and moods, but the only playlist he ever actually listens to is just a massive collection of all his favorite songs

It’s definitely over 50 hours long, and will switch from Britney Spears to Pierce the Veil, then the entire Shrek soundtrack, followed by old school country, of course some lo-fi beats, and then goes right back to ABBA

Everyone hates it but he loves it

If it sounds good it’s going in his playlist

Half of the songs he listens to are in languages he doesn’t even speak

Franklin

Chill music because he’s a chill guy

Likes the blues and jazz

But can also appreciate some 90s grunge

When driving, he’s the only one allowed on the aux because no one else can be trusted to play music that everyone will enjoy

Somehow he just knows exactly what songs to play with different people so that everyone can enjoy themselves

Shizuku

Unironically listens to elevator music

Another one of those ‘If I like it, I like it’ people

Really doesn’t care about genres or what’s popular

But I do think that Sufjan Stevens is one of her top artists every year

Does tend to listen to the same song on repeat for hours without even realizing it though

Pakunoda

Her taste in music is timeless and classy, much like herself

To her, it’s important that music shows emotion or tells a story

Debussy and Chopin are some of her favorites

She likes smooth, elegant music, perfect to dramatically sip wine to

Also prefers vinyl records over their digital counterparts

Honestly her music is the perfect ambience for planning heists

Bonolenov

Bono, being the walking music instrument he is, has a very deep connection to music

He has an insane sense of rhythm, and likes his music to be very rhythmic as well

The type of music you can dance to

While nothing will ever beat the music from his own tribe, he also loves exploring traditional music from different cultures all over the world

Preserving that type of music is very important to him

He can probably deduce a songs hidden meaning or secret story very easily, even if others are struggling to even comprehend what they’re listening to

He can certainly appreciate the artistry of different genres as well

But culturally significant music will always interest him most

Uvogin

All genres of metal and rock

As long as it’s loud, he’ll like it

Definitely the type of person to listen to Motörhead at 3AM and fall asleep to Black Sabbath

Could definitely do the vocals in a metal band if he felt like it

Also listens to Frank Sinatra religiously

I’m sorry I don’t make the rules that’s just how it is

Kortopi

Probably really likes very experimental stuff

Something that’s unconventional and just a tad eerie

Has never made a playlist once and doesn’t plan to

Just picks a song he likes and then listens to whatever’s suggested next

Probably listens to haunted house music to relax

Like out of tune organs with creaky doors in the background

The occasional whisper of a ghost

Everyone thinks it’s really weird but he’s enjoying himself lmao

And of course, they are all theater kids in their own right, so play any song from broadway and they’ll sing along (some more enthusiastically than others)

#are some of these based on my own questionable listening habits?#Maybe #hxh headcanons #phantom troupe #phantom troupe headcanons #hxh #hunter x hunter #chrollo #nobunaga #feitan #machi komacine #phinks #shalnark #franklin bordeau #shizuku murasaki #pakunoda #bonolenov #uvogin #kortopi

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the-menace-in-pink · 7 months ago

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The Phantom Troupe members if you tried fixing their sheets/covers — Pt.2

Phantom Troupe members if you tried fixing their sheets/covers at night Pt.2 (Hisoka, Illumi, Pakunoda, Uvogin, Nobunaga)

(Pt.1 — Phinks, Chrollo, Machi, Shizuku, Feitan, Shalnark)

Hisoka: He’d find a way to drag you down in bed, and next thing you know you’re his makeshift mattress. You were carefully fixing his sheets, then he suddenly rolled over, tugging you down with him until you found yourself suffocating under his weight, his shoulder pressing against your windpipe 💔 All the while he’s muttering freaky ass shit ☝️

Illumi: Why�� Why did the thought even pass through your mind? 💀 Needles around his bed just in case🪡 Needles all over the edges of said sheets too. And that’s only if you get the chance to get close enough before being yourself pinned with a needle (or a kitchen knife) through your head against his damn wall like a trophy.

Pakunoda: See, I wanna say she’s pretty normal and sweet about it 🥹 She’s practical and mindful of how cold the night can get so she always has two covers, but she also tends to kick them off of her quite often without realizing. Would probably swat at you like a fly, or pull a finger gun on you before cracking an eye open with a smile 👉. She’s usually the one who goes around fixing other members’ sheets, and the last one (way before Shalnark tho…) to go to sleep, so chances are she’s still trying to doze off. Would buy you a snack the day after, and each time you check on her 🧁

Uvogin: Limbs dangling off the damn bed, snoring like a tornado’s coming to town 🌪️, sheets and covers all up on his face while his body stays shivering. Probably bites you through his sheets if you don’t time it right, but he’ll quickly let go at the weird taste and sensation of linen against his tongue. Man’s dainty with texture 😔

Nobunaga: He hears your thoughts, deadass. You don’t even get to take more than 2 steps towards him. Probably Oda Nobunaga’s ghost 👻 whispering shit to him and keeping him sharp and fast. Got a sword ready, pointing it towards where you’re standing while mumbling about traitors and heathens 🤺 ‘Ah! It’s you lol. Geez, look out. Almost added another head to my streak.’

#hunter x hunter #hunter hunter #h x h #hxh #hxh headcanons #hxh hcs #phantom troupe #phantom troupe headcanons #hisoka morow #hxh hisoka #illumi zoldyck #hxh illumi #pakunoda #hxh pakunoda #uvogin #hxh uvogin #nobunaga hazama #hxh nobunaga #anime headcanons

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carminechrollo · 11 days ago

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HII, Can I request a dubcon chrollo x afab reader, where he’s fucking reader in front of her boyfriend?

CONTENT WARNING: DARK CONTENT, DUBCON, explicit smut (mdni), exhibitionism, p in v, unprotected sex, porn w/o plot, gender neutral pronouns for reader

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

NOTES: hi nonnie !! i’m so so sorry i finished this at an ungodly rate 😭 i do hope you enjoy it! it’s not the best since i’m still trying to get back into smut writing but yeah :3

“Don’t worry, I won’t harm him.” The stranger’s velvety voice sliced through the growing tension, his tone was sweet yet laced with poison. It sent icy shivers down your spine. You weren’t fully convinced the man wasn’t going to lay a hand on your boyfriend—not with that murderous glint in his eyes. The latter was bound to a chair, his hands tied tightly behind his back, your lover couldn’t do anything but watch the scene unfold before him.

The abandoned building you were in reeked of mildew, dust particles and debris were everywhere. The stranger who wore an amethyst-coloured coat sat across the room before you and your boyfriend, atop a pile of broken concrete.

“P-Please, Chrollo! Don’t do anything to them, I swear!” “Or what? You’ll kill me?” Chrollo retorted. So his name’s Chrollo. You thought. He stood up and made his way over, each step closer made a sharp noise as the soles of his shoes met the dirty floor.

“When someone does dealings with me, I expect them to uphold the rules . . However, your boyfriend thought it would be smart not to do so.” Chrollo stopped a few inches before you, he brought up a hand and gently cupped your chin. Surprisingly, his hand was cold, as though death himself was touching you.

“Retribution is what one faces when they decide to cross me.” His void-like eyes dipped down ever so slightly, thumb ghosting over your bottom lip. Chrollo unabashedly stared with pure hunger, nothing but desire filled his gaze and it made you suck in a breath, almost forgetting that your boyfriend was also in the room.

“Don’t hurt him, please . .” You pleaded, almost like a prayer. Without a word, Chrollo pulled away and started walking to the centre of the room, back turned towards you and your boyfriend. “I’ll do anything! Just don’t hurt him, please . .” He turned to face both of you but his eyes were locked onto yours,

“Strip.”

One word. All Chrollo said was one word yet it had you speechless, the firm look on his face was enough to tell you the man wasn’t joking at all—he didn’t seem like the type to, anyway—and it made you all the more scared. Clearly, he had authority over you and your boyfriend, one wrong move could probably result in something sinister. You looked over at your lover but all his gaze was set firmly on Chrollo, eyes burning with such fury. Stare—that was all the former could do, as matter of fact.

“I—” You started but abruptly stopped. There was no room for negotiating.

With trembling hands and a pounding heartbeat, you started unbuttoning your shirt, fingers doing their best to calmly undo each button. Like the patient man he was, Chrollo waited, he waited until every article of clothing that was once on your body was piled on the floor right next to your bare feet. You shuddered—at the breeze? Maybe. Or was it from his gaze?—nipples hardening at the cold air that wrapped around your naked body like a silken gown.

Chrollo beckoned and you wordlessly obliged; the floor was cold and the soles of your feet lightly stung from stepping on random debris scattered on the ground. What was it you felt? Shame? No. It was greater than that—something that ate you inside out, it gnawed at your flesh with its razor sharp teeth and no matter how many shallow breaths you took, it didn’t seem to go away.

Was this the fear they spoke of in novels? An unsettling feeling deep in your core that only seemed to get worse with each passing minute. For you, it felt like you had one foot inside a grave—not knowing whether you or your boyfriend would even make it alive.

Chrollo reached out a pale hand to your face just close enough to hover above the skin of your neck and despite no contact, it left goosebumps. His hand continued to travel down to your collarbones, ever so slightly teasing the bare skin with a ghostly touch. You sucked in a breath as he laid a finger flat against your sternum, dragging it down and stopping just before your chest.

You closed your eyes at the sensation of his hands groping your chest. For someone who wore such a fearsome aura, Chrollo was gentle with your naked body, he treated it with utmost care as if it were made of porcelain glass. Moreover, Chrollo knew exactly what he was doing, how his fingers rolled and teased your hardened nipples, eliciting pleasured mewls from your end.

Chrollo took his time with your body—kissing, licking, and touching at every surface of skin he could set his eyes on. He was like a starved man, gentle yet his touches were laced with a burning desire, as if he were a beast ready to lose all his sanity in a single snap.

You refused to look over at your boyfriend, even when he was visibly upset at the scene unfolding before him—who wouldn’t be? He didn’t voice his distress, instead, he attempted to pathetically free himself of the ropes that held him down to the chair.

The ever observant man he was, Chrollo noticed the sudden stiffness in your body language. He pieced two and two together with a rather bright idea popping up in his mind.

He stood up from a kneeled position and gently ushered your compliant body towards your boyfriend. “Don’t avoid his gaze now.” Chrollo humourlessly chuckled as he placed a palm at the small of your back, he pushed at it, causing you to bend over and face your boyfriend at eye level.

Before you could whisper an apology to your boyfriend, Chrollo had already pushed the tip of his cock inside you which resulted in a lewd moan to fill the silence. You didn’t even hear the sound of his pants becoming undone.

The sensation of his tip had you wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s neck—it wasn’t intentional yet you needed something to hold and ground yourself. Though, you couldn’t help but think about how cruel it was for him to be in such a position where he wasn’t able to reach out to you.

“Your gaze claims to hold hatred for me yet your body screams lust . .” Chrollo spoke to himself as if in deep thought. Little by little, he sank inside your velvety walls, it greeted him with open arms, wrapping his cock in never ending warmth.

Once he was fully inside, you rested your forehead on your boyfriend’s shoulder, shamelessly panting like a dog in his ear.

As Chrollo slowly started moving his hips, your breaths became more shallow and your nails dug at your lover’s clothed shoulders. You did your best to muster a coherent apology to your boyfriend but all that came out were breathless moans as Chrollo picked up his pace.

Soon enough, the room was filled with a mix of yours and Chrollo’s moans as he rocked his hips back and forth, back and forth. It was absolutely embarrassing how this man was able to elicit such sounds from you. You convinced yourself that you weren’t enjoying this and was only engaging in sex for the sake of your boyfriend but fuck the way his cock repeatedly kissed your sensitive spot had you shamelessly begging for more—right beside your boyfriend’s ear at that.

You hugged him tighter—a silent apology—as Chrollo practically drilled into you. The way your tight cunt clung onto his cock drove him absolutely crazy; this wasn’t his first time having sex but god did your cunt make him feel like a virgin. It took all his will power not to unload his cum inside you so quickly.

You didn’t know what you did in your past life to deserve to be put in such a shameful position—having another man’s cock deep inside you while holding onto your lover for dear life. Moreover, you weren’t so sure what was going to happen after all this was over—that’s if Chrollo would actually let the two of you go.

Nonetheless, you closed your eyes and obliged to every single command Chrollo spilled from his lips, even if it meant breaking your lover’s heart piece by piece.

#vermillion tales ⟢#tw dubcon #tw dark themes #tw dubious consent #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo smut #chrollo x reader #chrollo x you #chrollo x y/n #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter smut #hunter x hunter x you #hunter x hunter x y/n #hunter x hunter x reader

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years ago

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Thought up another one!

this one is illumi,

illumi realizing he’s in love but there is internal conflict within himself not just due to his family but his own emotions and thought if he can even bring balances / if he was what you want. A lil Angst and comfort? You can change it around and everything if ya want I don’t mind. I just like givin prompts lol. And if you’ve done illumi for a similar request or exact same can you do meruem , shalnark or Franklin if you write any of them.

Ooh, I have no idea if I had a similar request because I wrote so much and forgot to update my masterlist haha! However, I'll just write some for all of the characters because why not. Thank you for the request!

Illumi, Shalnark, Franklin, Meruem — Internal Conflict about love

Illumi

Unless you were arranged to marry him, he will be in a serious conflict with himself. Sure, the Zoldycks need a good heir, but Illumi knows himself that he's not meant for the title of Zoldyck head. Because of this, he probably has a bad thought that he shouldn't have interest in a love interest or *gasp* marriage. However, here he is wondering why his heart beats when you talk to him, why he can't see you getting hurt (unless it's training but :/)

I feel like, in a horrible sense, his first instinct is to try and kill you. If you're gone that means he won't have to go through the hurdles he has every night thinking about you. But he can't bring himself to do it. If it gets to the point he can't bear it, he might go through with it

He won't dare bring it up to his mother or father, but if his grandfather realize something's up he might have to talk to him. Zeno is definitely the more chill guy in the family, which means Illumi might be able to convince you to join the Zoldycks if you weren't invited already. The hardest obstacle would be Kikyo, but that's for later

Overall I feel like you would be able to see the internal conflict more than he would like to admit. He's staring at you for really long (concerningly long) times, he talks to you even harsher than before, etc. If you want to live, either cut ties with him or try to convince him love isn't a bad thing

Shalnark

I feel like he doesn't actually mind love that much, he just gets conflicted if you're a civilian or if you're someone he targeted originally. Think enemies to lovers

He would also try to murder you :/ but he might consult Chrollo first. Shalnark will never tell anyone about his crush, especially Feitan or Phinks. However, Chrollo is a mediator for the team and ultimately the only person in the troupe that probably knows what romance is (but it's only from books haha). This means you might be saved by Chrollo's recommendation to Shalnark that love isn't bad

Shalnark will be frank with you on his occupation as a world-renowned criminal. He doesn't want you to fall in love with someone who isn't him, and he wants to give you one more chance before he wants you to be his. If you leave, that means he'll just go on with his daily life. However, if you decide to stay, he might force you to move to Meteor City for "your safety"

You'll not be able to tell he's conflicted because of how he's just so good at hiding emotions. He's smiling, laughing as he usually does. However, something's off. You can tell he's watching you more intently than before while you're back is turned, almost like he's debating throwing a needle in your head.

Franklin

He's honestly also super chill about love, like it's hard to find him conflicted. However, the only time he would be conflicted would be if he found out you're just a regular civilian who could be subject to unneeded visitors from the Hunter Association or the mafia. He doesn't want to see you get hurt

Won't resort to violence! He'll sit down and talk to himself before talking to Chrollo about the matter. Similar to Shalnark's logic, Chrollo's the counselor and leader of the team. He wants to know if he should tell you about his feelings or if it's better for your well-being to not say anything.

Franklin eventually tells you. He tells you in a secluded and quiet environment just what he really does. He tells you he understands if you disagree with him, if you want to run away and tell the police (though this means he might have to resort to violence), but in the end he wants you to be safe. If you leave, that'll be the end of you two's relationship. If you stay, he'll be grateful and tell you he'll always make sure you're safe.

You could probably tell he liked you and had this internal conflict. He started to blush more and he would be quiet around you more than he did before. If you ask him before his big reveal, he'll originally deny these feelings

Meruem

Assuming you're Komugi, he goes through the entire Chimera Ant Arc and doesn't tell you until you two are literally dying :/

However! If you aren't the gungi genius then how this starts might've been similar. Meruem might've had you explain some human concepts to him or maybe he kept you around because it seemed like you had potential for something the ants would need. Nonetheless, his feelings were pure accident.

This leads to him having a conflict that all the rest of the royal guards can see. Pitou won't really mind the king's sudden interest in you, though Pitou might feel it's a little strange how such a weak person like you stayed alive for more than a few hours next to Meruem. Then there's Youpi, who could care less about who the king likes. This guy thinks as long as you aren't a threat to the king's power, no worries. The issue is Pouf. He'll try to convince Meruem you're worthless and whenever Meruem goes through the "should-I-kill-y/n" Pouf will advocate for your death :/. Meruem finds himself never following through this though, so at some point he just stops asking out loud

You will see the conflict in real time, also hear from him about his emotions. He doesn't actually tell you he loves you since he doesn't really know what "love" means. He'll tell you what he's feeling, and then tell you with no corners cut that sometimes he feels like he should kill you (seriously what is with these ants). Give him some time, he'll learn eventually that he's going through a crush and nothing that will kill him (until Netero happens but -_-)

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #hxh headcanons #illumi #illumi x reader #shalnark #shalnark x reader #franklin #franklin x reader #meruem #meruem x reader #illumi headcanons #shalnark headcanons #franklin headcanons #meruem headcanons #ask box

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bwabys-scenarios · 2 years ago

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7 Minutes in Heaven

Various!HXH x Reader

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It was late October, and after meeting up with your friend Kurapika and Leorio for some fun fall activities, you came home to see a letter in your mailbox.

“Dear (Name),

You have been cordially invited to this years Costume Party. Please come wearing a costume, and be aware that there may be some people there that you do not like. Guests are required to hide their identity with their costumes, and fighting is prohibited.

Regards,

Pariston”

You frowned, seeing that there was another letter attached that had the address and time it would be taking place. Fortunately(or unfortunately really), you didn’t have anything planned for that day, so you didn’t see why you shouldn’t go.

All you would need is a costume.

“You got an invitation too, (Name)? Both Leorio and I received one the day we parted ways.”

You blinked, looking between the two. “Oh yeesh, I hope that it hasn’t been handed out to every hunter in existence. I will actually pee my pants if Hisoka is there.”

Kurapika grimaced and Leorio started laughing. “Shit, don’t do that he might like it!”

Now both you and Kurapika were grimacing. “(Name), don’t worry. If he shows up, just stick by our sides and we’ll protect you.”

You nodded, giving your friends a quick hug and peck on the cheek. “Aww, thanks guys!”

You turned just in time to miss their blushing faces. “Let’s buy our costumes together, so we can recognize each other at the party!”

“Oh, that actually sounds like a good idea!” Kurapika said after recovering from the kiss. Leorio nodded, following after the two as they headed towards a costume store.

——————

You look down at your costume, a black dress, a masquerade mask, and witch hat. It was a little plain, but followed the rules of hiding your identity. The only people that would know who you are would be Kurapika and Leorio.

You walked towards the address, stopping in front of a large mansion. “Did he seriously rent out a mansion just for a party? Figures…”

Before you could even knock, the door swung open and you were pulled in by Pariston, the only person not wearing a costume. “Welcome, you’re just in time! Everyone else is here, and ready to party!”

He was right, the entire first floor was full of people, some easily recognizable, and some not. You were hoping that the man lingering in the corner of the room was not the leader of the phantom troupe, Chrollo, because that would mean a battle to the death between him and Kurapika.

“Pariston, I don’t know what you have planned, but-“

Pariston smiled down at you. “Shh, just have fun. Everything will be fine. Probably.”

You pout, but join the crowd of people, drinking a little and dancing. You spotted a short dark haired man nearby, sitting with a taller, blonde haired one.

“Come on, Fei. It’s not often we get invited to things. Phinks is already dancing, look!”

You blink, glancing to where the blonde was pointing to see a man swaying on the dance floor, sipping from his drink. They spot you looking, the shorter man giving you a look that sends you running in the opposite direction. “Hey, don’t mind him!” the blonde yells after you.

You sigh, bumping into someone as you turn. “Oh sorry I-“

A man towers over you, his hair dark and long. His eyes peer down at you through his skeleton mask, and you can’t help but feel tiny compared to him. Thankfully, he just pushes past you, patting your shoulder almost reassuringly.

“(Name)!”

Kurapika and Leorio spot you, sighing in relief.

“Geez, woman. You should have texted us when you got here! There’s a lot of creeps here.” Leorio said, patting your head.

Kurapika scowls. “Yeah, creeps and criminals. Does Pariston think we’re stupid? I can sense the phantom troupe is here. I swear I’ll-“

You grab his sleeve. “Hey, no violence, remember? Try to be calm, just for tonight. You recognize them, but they don’t recognize you. You could get some information out of them once they get drunk enough.”

He sighs and nods slowly. “You’re right… I need to be calm.”

Kurapika smiles appreciatively. “Thanks, (Name). You’re always a voice of reason.”

As the three relax and drink, planning, Pariston comes forward. “Alright gang, I’ve got a game planned for you all!”

You all turn to see Pariston holding a hat. “Drop an item of yours into the hat!”

Everyone grumbles, not a single person wanting to listen to the annoying blonde. To get it over with, you’re the first person to walk forward, placing your strawberry scented chapstick in the hat. “There.”

Others come forward, the entire party placing items in it. A few have to be dragged up to the hat, others grumbling and growling as they’re nudged forward.

“Alright, that’s everyone! Now…”

He looks to you, grinning.

“We’re playing 7 minutes in Heaven. Come pick an item, (Name).”

You blink. “Are you serious? What are you, a horny 15 year old?”

Pariston laughs. “No, but I am curious.”

You roll your eyes as some people start to murmur and ask what 7 minutes in heaven is.

“For those unaware, 7 minutes in heaven is a game where two people are locked in a closet for seven minutes! You can do whatever you want, and I really mean whatever.”

Your two friend begin to protest. “Hey, she’s the only woman here, this is sexual harassment!” Kurapika yells.

“Meh.”

Pariston offers the hat to you, and you groan. “Oh whatever. I’ll take a stupid item.”

You rustled through the hat… what do you pull out?

Options:

-a needle

-a bookmark

-a scalpel

-a cellphone

-an earring

-a piece of candy

-a roll of gauze

POLL FOR WHAT COMES FIRST!!

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nefertiti-wright · 3 months ago

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A Story between the Librairian and the Thief

Chapter 2

The weather today in York New was perfect. The air was fresh, the sky was clear, and the soft glow of the sun gently caressed the skin. The streets were quiet and lonely, and the cars drove surprisingly at a normal speed.

"If only it were like this every day," thought (Y/N) with a slight sigh.

She continued her bike ride to work with Sunny, her ginger cat, in a small basket at the front of the bike.

When she arrived, she wondered if the handsome young man from yesterday, named Chrollo, would come back to her bookshop.

At this thought, she let out a slight sigh before pushing open the shop door and settling in.

Sunny, as usual, was lying on the desk, probably waiting for the end of the day so he could go home and get his kibble. The bookseller looked at him and let out another sigh. "You're so lucky, you know," she paused before stroking him.

He purred, clearly enjoying his mistress's affection. The young woman let out another tired sigh before settling down at the counter to wait for customers.

She loved her job, but sometimes it felt boring because there were hardly any customers, especially in the mornings during weekdays.

She took a book from her bag that she had brought from home, but before she could open it, the ringing of her phone echoed through the room.

"Who could it be ?" she wondered aloud.She picked up her phone and saw the contact on the display: Rio.

She smiled before picking up, feeling her heart beat slightly faster.

"Hey, Rio ! What's up ?" she said cheerfully.

"Hey you ! How are you ? Everything OK at the bookshop ? I hope Sunny hasn't pissed all over the books I sent you," replied a male voice with a playful laugh.

Waiting for his words, the girl said, "Of course he doesn't ! You know Sunny's a well-behaved cat, and, he's your replacement and does a better job than you," she teased him in return.

"As if that thing could do anything other than sleep and eat," Rio laughed over the phone.

(Y/N) laughed again, but her smile faltered as she felt her heart beat faster.

"Damn it," she thought. She had thought that all her feelings for Rio had been extinguished years ago.

After all, it had been just a crush, but guess she was wrong. Rio was a childhood friend, probably the only boy she'd had in her 24 years. She figured that might be why she'd never had a boyfriend or a flirt.

"One, I'm sucked with boys, and two, I've got a crush on my best friend who sees me as his little sister. I'm such loser," the girl thought with a growl.

“So, how’s your trip to Whale Island going?” asked the girl.

"Yeah, it’s pretty good. I’ve made a lot of interesting discoveries, and besides, there are a lot of beautiful ladies there,” he replied, emphasising the 'beautiful ladies'.

At his reply, the bookseller couldn’t help but roll her eyes with a forced smile. That's what she didn't like about Rio: his flirtatious nature. Rio had always known that women liked him, and he knew how to use it to his advantage.

For years, she'd seen him date lots of pretty girls, from athletes to models. What frustrated her even more was the fact that she couldn't compete with those girls. She knew that very well. She was just ordinary compared to them.

(Y/N) was a simple girl who liked simple things. She could say that she would like to change and become like those girls, but she didn't want to.She was one of those people who believed that personality was more important than looks.

“Did you get the books I sent you?” asked a voice on the other end of the line, putting an end to her thoughts.

“Um... oh yes, the books... I’ve received them, thank you,” she replied, smiling.

Despite this little flaw, she couldn’t hate Rio. He had always been a shoulder to lean on when she needed it most, and he had always protected her from anyone who dared to hurt her.

Thinking about it, she felt her heart start pounding again.

"For God’s sake, stop it", she thought, frowning.

"To think that you read all that boring stuff, yuck. How do you not fall asleep? It's not even interesting," Rio said in a mocking tone, making her roll her eyes.

Another side of Rio that annoyed (Y/N) was his grumpy attitude.

"Why do I even like this guy?" the bookseller thought with a slight sigh.

"Those boring things, like you say, Rio, are actually very interesting. You should make an effort to get interested, you know."

"Well, I bet no one will buy those old dinosaurs," he replied, his tone still laced with mockery.

"Well, you're wrong. A man bought two of them yesterday," the girl exclaimed, a hint of irritation in her voice.

"Yeah, probably an old man," Rio tried to assert.(Y/N) could almost feel him rolling his eyes through the phone.

"No, he's a young man, about my age," she replied proudly, a smirk on her face.

She thought of Chrollo and his kind words. No one had ever shown her such interest, especially in ancient books. She remembered the gentle smile he had given her and the look of understanding in his eyes. It felt as if she had developed a real connection with someone.

The thought warmed her heart and cheeks. Not only was Chrollo handsome, but he was also understanding and mature.

He possessed all the perfect qualities of a gentleman straight out of a romantic novel. "Not like some people," she thought, glancing at her phone. "Must be a real geek then," Rio cut in, his voice laced with the same mocking laugh.

"Asshole," she thought, scowling.

"I’ve got to go now, I've got a date," the man exclaimed.

The girl could only roll her eyes at his announcement.

"I'm delighted," she said neutrally.

"Come on, don't be like that, you'll see me again very soon anyway."

"Well, I'd rather you stayed there and got lost. No, wait, it would be perfect if you got eaten by a wild animal," she replied with a sly smile.

"Ah, ah, very funny," Rio exclaimed sarcastically. "Anyway, I'll give you a call and let you know when I'm in Yorknew, bye, little sister. And don't do anything stupid, OK?"

"I'm the one who should be telling you that," scolded the bookseller.

"Little sister," she murmured softly.

She knew that Rio only saw her as a sister and nothing more, but she couldn't stop the lingering pain in her chest.

#chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo hunter x hunter

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oddeyechrollo · 3 months ago

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virtual angel (3)

better now, super now, hyper now

WARNINGS: 18+ only. will block minors or ageless. HAVE AN AGE OR I WILL BLOCK IDC IF YOU PUT “adult” not good enough! flaying, mentions of rape, ptsd episodes, torture, decapitation, snuff film, mentions of suicide, reader self harms, hallucinations, trafficking, a lot more tbh

synopsis: chrollo invites the troupe to the cabin, a long awaited conversation begins.

authors notes: please leave comments :3 it doesn’t get much darker than this promise (this is probably a lie) also… i rly don’t wanna italicize this i don’t wanna reread 10k words rn 😭 the ao3 version is here if you’d prefer that 🤍

once i met you, i found my instincts.

february 28th. 5:55 am, in between the forest and hideout.

aerith fell asleep in your arms sometime after leaving the house, finally able to rest. your friends noticed the blood on your right arm and how empty your eyes were. they could use nen too, they can pick up on most things you wish you could hide from the world. they both offered to carry her but you only held her tightly as you declined.

you decided that aerith had enough of men for the night, that didn’t exclude shalnark or chrollo. your gift of discernment told you that you could still trust them with your life, but this wasn’t about you. this is about aerith and her comfort, but it didn’t help settle the guilt in your stomach.

nico did this, your fiancé hurt your friend. someone he’s known since meteor city, someone his sister loved and adored. you made excuses for his recent behaviors, ‘he misses his neti, he doesn’t know how to cope, he just needs time…’ you felt neglectful. even now with your friends, you hardly spoke a word. you think you heard someone ask you a question, but everything besides aerith and your guilt were distant as you continue walking ahead of the group. all you could think about was nico’s abandonment and how you yearned to run him over with a car. vehicular homicide wasn’t below you, if anything you’d put the car in reverse to make sure you really crack his skull. neti wouldn’t want that either, but dammit, she was dead. if you killed nico, you would beg her for forgiveness all the way from hell.

ecco’s presence is in the area, at least within 50 feet. he’s running in your direction, and every step he takes fills you with more anxiety. what happened between him and nico just now?

”[naaaaaaaaame], how are you feeling?” you could sense chrollo scrunching his face at the sound of ecco’s boisterous voice. ecco now stood alongside you, appearing out of nowhere.

“what happened with nico?” your voice was weak, but you continue walking.

“lets talk about it in the morning, are we walking back or can i just use portal 3?” he offers, you and heejin halt and say “portal 3” unanimously. he nods excitedly, “give me a minute, i got this!” he exclaims joyfully.

“what’s portal 3? how does it differ from portal 2?” shalnark pipes in from the back.

“portal 3 can teleport us back home, it’s much larger than portal 2 and 1, so he can only have it set to one place at a time. ecco’s only changed it after we switched bases.” heejin explains to your friends as a 5 by 5 portal appeals on the ground. this one has orange instead of blue edges, but looks the same otherwise.

“it’s done, i have to be the last one to go through, it’ll disappear after that.” ecco explains to the men. you step into it with no hesitation, wanting desperately to rest. “you should wait on shalnark and chrollo’ a voice of guilt rang in your head. you’ve been ignoring everyone since you started walking back, at least take them to one of the spare rooms for now.

heejin walks through the portal and into the gardens you planted in the backyard of the cabin. some of the children who chose to stay under your watch helped you plant them, and so did aerith. you couldn’t take all of the credit. next came chrollo and shalnark who gawked at the rows of flowers and trees surrounding the patio, and finally ecco. chrollo was mesmerized by the cabins structure, it didn’t have the other hide outs beauty but this felt more comfortable.

“you live here,” chrollo states more than ask, “… it’s beautiful.” he compliments. you smile at your old best friend, a quick thank you escapes your lips.

“i’m gonna put aerith in her room, come inside. i’ll go back of the living room once i’m done.” you explain to them, “we have a lot to talk about, but i just wanna sleep.”

shalnark got along well with ecco, as soon as they stepped into the living room shalnark had pointed out the video games on display by a flat screen tv. they both talked about whatever systems they have and their favorite “over watch” characters, whatever that was. while you and heejin went upstairs to aerith’s room, chrollo investigated the cabin. the room was exceptionally large with a conversation pit and green couches, and was decorated with paintings and pictures of you and your friends. there were a few taxidermy insects too. there had to be at least 3 stories to the cabin, how many people lived here? everything felt cozy, from the scent of the forest and candles to the bookshelves filled with novels chrollo would need to investigate later. blankets were on the two couches in the conversation put you had, all deep and rich colors. there was an entrance to a dinning room near the stairs you went up, he was sure the kitchen was near too. on the opposite side was a dim hallway.

“i’m back, i’ll show you to your rooms,” you weakly smiled at boys as you walked down with a sigh. heejin would spend the rest of the night with aerith for now.

“actually, i’m pretty energetic still. shalnark, we have a gaming room by mine if you wanna stay up too or whatever…” ecco trailed off as he nonchalantly looks away. shalnarks face brightens up, “dude, you have more than this? hell yeah! i won’t fall asleep for another 5 hours anyway.” he nods and follows ecco, but not before going up to you and giving you a hug.

“get some rest baby sis, i’m happy we’re with you.” shalnark admits with a smile on his face. you hug him back and kiss him on the cheek as you both let go.

“nighty night, yuna said she would be on watch for the rest of the morning. i’ll take over her shift after, so don’t worry [name]. come on my bowl-headed friend, my hallways on this floor!” ecco calls out to shal. they walk away and you’re left alone with chrollo after what felt like eons. you turn around to face him and engulf him in a hug before you could say anything. his arms wrap around your waist, holding you tightly. you smelled like blood, lavender, and laundry detergent.

“you have no idea how much i’ve missed you.” you whisper as you bury your face into his white, bloody shirt. “not your blood right?” you mumble as you poke him. chrollo shakes his head and you dig your head deeper into him. his hand snakes up to your hair and gently scratches at your roots; you always enjoyed that as children. you groan and pull away slightly, still keeping him in your arms, “let’s go to my room, yeah?”

the concept of you having your own room instead of sharing a small cottage with your nanny and shalnark put chrollo at ease.

your room was a treasure cove of information to chrollo. you had a king sized bed to the right of the entrance with soft pillows and plushies. your sheets were pastel green with accents of pink and white. in the corner by your bed was a large cat tower and a green pet bed, and there were a few posters around the vanity to his left. some kpop group he would search on the internet later. you had a balcony too, he wonders what view you had during the day.

“i’m gonna go change real quick, i have some spare clothes you can borrow.” you walk into your closet and shut the door behind you. chrollo hears an off “meow” coming from under the bed. he walks over, curious about your- uh, thing as it pops its head out. the odd creature had fur like a siamese cat, brown in the middle of its face but a soft beige everywhere else. it lacked whiskers though, so it wasn’t a cat. its ears were circular and bigger than its head. chrollo extends his hand towards it, but it meows in response, covering its face with both its ears.

the closet door opens, you’re back, and dressed in an oversized band t shirt and black shorts. he notes the bandages on your forearm and tattoos he’ll make sure to as you about later on. you’re holding clothes in your hands, he walks up to you and accepts them. “what’s that thing under your bed?” he ask as you turn to the creature.

“ravi! don’t be shy, he’s my friend,” you speak out to the- ravi i guess. the animal rushes out as you squat down and reach your hands out to it. the rest of its body was beige with dark brown strips around his legs and furry tail. it began to flap its ears and fly up into your arms, sweetly meowing at your touch.

“this is ravi, he’s a remlit. they’re kind of endangered and you’re not supposed to keep them as pets, but i found him as a baby after poachers killed its mom and siblings about 3 years ago. i felt bad so i took him in.” you explain to chrollo, “they don’t like most people and they’re pretty aggressive, he probably would have attacked you if you were alone.” chrollo couldn’t picture the small creature as aggressive from the way it mewled for your touch.

“he’s adorable, do you have any more pets?” the thirst for knowledge persist.

“hm, heejin has a cat and so does yuna, our other friend you’ll meet tomorrow. one of the children has a parrot, but that’s it. oh! and ecco has tarantulas.” chrollo smiled at the thought of spiders being present in your life, even if it was through your irritating new best friend.

chrollo goes into your closet to get dressed, most of your clothes were black, which was odd considering how colorful your room was. he shreds off his used clothing and folds it neatly into a clothing bin you have. you’d given him a sonic the hedgehog shirt (it was clearly the same size as your band t, why couldn’t you wear this one?) and black basketball shorts. he walks back out into your room, you’re sitting in the middle of your bed with ravi flying around your head in excitement.

“come here,” you pat your hand onto the mattress and he follows obediently. sitting next to you as ravi lands on your lap.

“did you have to give me the sonic shirt? was it necessary?” chrollo suddenly wines out of nowhere. he hasn’t done that in years, what the hell? you grin as you look up at him.

“oh i have a lot! just thought this would be funnier.” you giggle. his face deadpans for a moment, but he laughs too. the lighting was dim, you turned off the big light and turned on the glass stained lamp on your nightstand. your blackout curtains covered any light that would come in from the sunlight.

“will you sleep in here with me? i don’t-“ you halt, clearly uncomfortable with your own words as you look away from him awkwardly. please don’t ever stop talking.

“no need to explain, i feel the same way.” he assures you. you look back at chrollo and smile. your eye bags were worse than his, you needed to rest. you move your body under your warm comforter and chrollo crawls under your sheets too. they smell fresh, just like the detergent on your clothes. your remlit crawls by your head and lays itself on the opposite side of chrollo.

“when are you gonna leave?” you whisper out to him. chrollo turns his body to the right and looks at your soft face.

“not anytime soon, if that’s okay with you.” chrollo smiles, reaching out to move some hair strands out of your face. “some of your hairs are grey.” he notes out loud.

“yeah, my hair turned white after being kidnapped. most of its gone back to normal now but these front strands won’t leave,” you rant, “i don’t wanna talk about all of that right now though. is pakunoda still alive?” you change the subject. he smiles at you while nodding.

“all of the troupe members are alive, it’s still just the original members but i’ve been thinking of adding a few more.” he explains.

“you guys are still acting? that’s… i’m glad.” you smile at chrollo. he hates to break the news, but remembers you’re actions tonight and realizes you’re probably as mentally unwell as he is, if not more.

”oh… i forgot i have a lot to update you on too. after you were taken we found sarasa-“

“don’t.” you flinch away from him, sitting upright. how could chrollo be so careless? of course talking about her death would cause you to negatively react! where was his common sense?

”im sorry, ill drop it. the point is we’re thieves now, have you heard of the spiders?” your body relaxes a bit as you nod and gasp.

“i’ve heard of the spiders, nico said he’s fought one of you before, and that it wasn’t worth the trouble. that was his way of saying he got his ass beat.” you rolled your eyes at the thought of your ex finance. “a blonde man with slick-backed blonde hairs… who’s that? shalnarks hair is in a tragic bowl cut, so phinks?” you connect the dots slowly. chrollo nods, what a small world.

“he slicks his hair back sometimes, and it’s very likely he got into a fight.” he confirms.

“why spiders? why not stick to the troupe? you asked curiously. chrollo purses his lips together.

“i’ll explain my motives when you’re ready to hear them. right now you’re sensitive, i can’t do that to you” he politely declines your request. you nod back, grateful for his consideration.

“can you tell them to come visit? i wanna see them all again… i can’t believe my angel’s a thief!” you joked. chrollo smirks, reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

“i’ll text the coordinates right now, i’ll surprise them even! and are you really shocked dearie? like you said, i do it for “the greater good.” the memory of you scolding him for stealing grapes all of those years ago flashes through both of your minds.

“good! i always wanted to go back and see if you were okay… but i would have awful night terrors and hallucinations on the way there. it’s… it’s hard. and that’s fine, i don’t care if you’re a killer or a thief. i’dnever judge you for the sins i’ve committed.” you reply. chrollo finishes sending his location to the rest of the spiders and puts his phone back. your response warms his heart, he hasn’t felt at peace in so many years. a wave of emotions hit him again. chrollo lays down next to you and holds onto your face with both of his hands. they’re rough, but gentle on you.

“i spent years searching for you… i thought you would hate me and the person i’ve become and i thought i would have to beg on my knees for forgiveness. [name], i haven’t felt much since you’ve been gone, but right now it’s overwhelming,” he admits, a few tears roll down his cheeks. you move your right hand to wipe the tears off his face.

“turn around.” you command, and he follows suit. chrollo was used to bring the one in charge, but he’d be damned if he didn’t listen to you.

you wrap your arms around him as he lays on his left side. “i’m not going anywhere now, okay? get some rest, we need it chrollo.” you whisper by his ear.

you fell asleep a few minutes later, but chrollo continued to cry for a while as you held him. your warmth lulls him to the first deep sleep he’s had since he was 11.

february 28th, 2:04 PM, in the cabin the woods. the moon has set.

chrollo wakes up to an empty bed. the room is still dark, but some light passes through the balcony door. your remlit was staring at him intensely from his cat tree. chrollo waves at it, hoping to win its favor. if you loved that thing, then damn it all he would love it too.

there was a note on top of his phone written in fluent jannan.

“there’s a spare toothbrush on my bathroom sink for you. i’ll be downstairs taking care of a few things. - your dearie <3” your handwriting was rough, but it had its own charm to it.

chrollo gets up and goes to the bathroom, deciding to shower. you had a rose scented shampoo and conditioner pair with lavender body wash. it felt nice to smell like you.

after he finishes and finds a different shirt that didn’t have sonic the hedgehog, he finally exits your room, immediately bumping into a small child.

”who are you and where’s my big sister?” the boy frowns at him. he has black hair and eyes, with a bony face structure and a pale complexion.

“i’m chrollo, im a friend of your sister-“

“why are you in her room?” he interrupts, chrollo hasn’t seen the boy blink once.

”she let me sleep in here-“

”big sister doesn’t let just anyone in her room. how are you her friend? why hasn’t nico kicked your ass already?” chrollo truly loves children, but this one was already making his eye twitch. he still hasn’t blinked either. before chrollo could open his mouth, a woman with brown hair and a sharp smile exits the room adjacent to yours.

”ralis, you’re the weirdest little boy here, so you have no place to judge! more of big sisters friends are arriving soon, you need to be nice.” she says to ralis, the unblinking boy.

“i’m yuna, one of [name]’s friends. she’s downstairs right now and already informed us of everything. your cute little partner was there too! i think they’re in the living room.” she reaches her arm out for chrollo to shake, her hands were very firm. she was dressed in pastel colored street wear and had multiple star clips in her straight, lilac hair. “oh! when will your friends arrive? ecco’s on guard right now and i need to inform him of anyone coming near the house-“

”is it true that nico hurt aerith?” interrogates ralis and his odd eyes. yuna frowns towards him, a look of confusion on her face. chrollo didn’t feel like it would be his place to break the news to the poor kid.

”how did you hear about that? were you hiding in the stairs again?” yuna snaps back, sighing. “only the adults know right now, we’ll break the news soon. if you see him near the house, tell us immediately.” she warns.

“lucas and agitha know too, we were all hiding under the stairs… i just didn’t believe it.” ralis admits. he poor kid looked more depressed as the seconds pass.

nico seemed weak to chrollo, he could easily strategize a way to defeat him if someone were to tell him the extent of his hatsu, if phinks wasn’t worth the trouble, he wouldn’t last a second against chrollo. he smirks at the thought of it, but maybe you deserved the final blow.

”is he gonna hurt big sis?” ralis reminded chrollo of himself after sarasa’s death. the boy looked sickly and unhappy, as if nothing could take away the feeling of emptiness. everyone he’s met here was from meteor city so far, how did you all wind up here?

”no! but we’re guarding her extra- just in case.” yuna explains as she rubs her hair. ralis stresses her out sometimes, it was hard to appease his curiously without him being negative.

“my troupe members are strong, we’ll help keep her safe from nico,” chrollo assures ralis, who finally blinks when he looks chrollo in the eyes. he doesn’t respond but walks past both of the adults instead. he enters a door that was closest to your own bedroom.

“sorry about ralis, he adores [name] and is kind of protective over her. he’s nice once you get to know him. kinda of, he’s still a pain in the ass! anyway, when are your friends coming?” chrollo reaches for his phone in his pocket, several messages appearing.

“pakunoda, phinks, and feitan should be coming in sometime today, the rest are out of the country and will take more time.”

chrollo finally made his way downstairs, noticing the curious eyes that followed him as he moved about the house. two children, must have been ‘lucas and agitha.’ if they were imprisoned like you, then he could understand their animosity. shalnark was laying on one of the couches with a blanket thrown over him, he was watching an odd show with a floating fry box and a drink that could talk.

“hey chrollo, little sis is outside in the gardens right now. i think everything from last night is finally hitting her, she was quiet this morning.” shalnark greets. “i’ve been awake this whole time, i might crash out soon. ecco’s pretty cool, don’t get all jealous on him.” shalnark smirks at his boss, chrollo’s face is unwavering as he passes his fellow spider.

“i don’t know what you’re implying, you should rest.” he shrugs off. shalnark laughs and heads out into the same hallway as last night. “sure! whatever makes you feel better. nighty night chro!” he yelled back.

chrollo was not jealous, was he upset that you have another best friend? that you bonded with someone else in a way that you only did with him? that there was secrets between you two that he wasn’t apart of? no, he just found him more irritating than the average person.

when chrollo opens the back door to find you, he’s definitely irritated at the sight before him. you had your head rested on ecco’s shoulder. he was shirtless- because of course he was- and his olive skinned muscles were a bit too reflective and toned for the average person. he places his arm around you-

slam!

cbrollo didn’t realize his own force when he closed the door, he hopes you don’t think he’s a rude guest. you both turn your heads at the same time, you had definitely been crying, your eyes were puffy and red. yet you smile brightly at the sight of him, while ecco only smirks. ugh, so aggravating. couldn’t he leave?

”chrollo! come here! i wanna learn all about my bestie’s childhood friend!” ecco was surely mocking him, he had to be with that damn grin on his face.

“good afternoon, ecco, dearie.” he smiles at you both. ecco rolls his eyes and giggles.

”dearie?! i didn’t think you liked me that much, honey.” ecco winks at him, causing chrollo to drop his smile for a millisecond. unfortunately it was enough time for your blue haired bestie to catch. “i was referring to [name], you’re rather chipper aren’t you?”retorts chrollo as he walks up to the stone bench you two were on. you were giggling as you stood up to hug him.

you showered this morning, the smell of blood was gone and replaced by that of smoke and roses. he strokes your hairs gently and closes his eyes, imagining a world where ecco wasn’t here. “good morning, angel.” it’s been so many years since chrollo enjoyed the privilege of hearing you call him angel.

“yeah, chipper, that’s what you wanna say,” ecco rolls his eyes, “i gotta go, i’m still on guard duty. call me if- wait, you need a new phone. just scream outta your balcony until i show up.” you pull apart from chrollo and ecco grabs you roughly by the shoulders, kissing your forehead before he jumps up the cabin. chrollo finally rolls his eyes and sighs exasperatingly.

“sorry about ecco, he’s just like that. he’s a good friend to me though, i trust him with my life.” you smile to chrollo. a soft whine leaves chrollo’s throat, making you laugh as you hug him again. “you’ll get used to him, promise.” you attempt to reassure him, chrollo scoffs but hugs you once more, weaving his fingers through your hair. you hold one another for a while, no words spoken between you two when he finally pulls away to look at you.

”why were you crying, dearie?” chrollo mumbles as he holds your face. you sigh and shake your head, looking away.

“my fiancé tried to kill one of my best friends,” your eyes started to water again as you pull away completely. “aerith told us everything. she was visiting our friends grave in swardani when one of his dragons restrained her. and- and i knew he held some sort of animosity towards her but i didn’t think he would do something like that.” you rush out as your breathing began to falter. “i feel so betrayed-“ more tears began to fall down your face. “i’m sorry, ‘m happy that you’re here and that you’re alive, i wish we could have met under different circumstances.” you wipe the tears off your face.

he was your fiancé and he hurt you, of course you were heartbroken.

“i’ll kill him for you,” he gently offers, making you giggle. “i’m serious, i’m quite good at it.”chrollo smirks.

”a killer and a thief?! angel what’s happened to you…” you trail off, “not that i’m judging, i stopped keeping track of all of the men i killed a long time ago. tell me about you though, i think i can handle things better right now.” you ask. you go to sit down at the bench and pat the spot next to it. chrollo smiles at you and sits next to you. where to begin?

”you were both missing for the performance. shalnark thought you spent the night with me and wasn’t alarmed until you were late. i thought everyone would be upset with me for having to move it back, but they all decided to help us search for you and sarasa. when we searched through the uga forest i had a sense of dread and nausea fill my body. i think i already knew that we were going to find something horrific, foresights a bitch.” he mutters, visualizing the bag the troupe found.

“who found her body?” you interrupt. you both look at one another, and you understood in that moment that chrollo was the unluckiest boy in meteor city, maybe the world. his eyebrows furrow as you nod. “i’m so so sorry chrollo… you didn’t deserve to find her in that state...” tears rolled down your eyes once more. “continue, i can handle it.”

chrollo nods, “you didn’t deserve to witness it. i read the note, i know what they did to her, what they think of us. i know they taped it all and hurt you too. i never spoke a word of it to anyone else. uvo threatened me that night, but i’ll take it to the grave.” he said solemnly. you muttered out a small ‘thank you,’ to him. “we had an embalmer fix her body, sarasa looked the same as she was before.” both of you were shedding tears now.

“you guys buried her?” you question as he nods a yes to you.

“i knew they took you, but i couldn’t fathom why they didn’t just kill you either. they didn’t mention anything about kidnapping you. anyway, i decided on a new system for us, for meteor city. uvogin wanted to seek revenge immediately, but i changed his mind. i told everyone to give me 3 years, and in that time i focused on my nen, invented a new system for meteor city, and created the dark web.” you gasp and quickly stand, giving chrollo a look of disgust.

“you… you created the dark web…” your voice shakes as chrollo’s heart begins to race. i could have definitely explained this better.

“i knew they taped you, i knew it would attract vermin like them to meteor city so that we could finally kill them. i didn’t have any leads for where you could be or who sarasa’s killers are. i needed to avenge her.” chrollo calmly elaborates, “i understand it if you’re upset with me, but please understand that nothing has fueled me in the last 9 years besides spite and desperation for our dead friend.”

“you’ve been searching for us on the dark web this whole time,” you piece together. “it’s how you found aerith… it all makes sense.” you began to laugh, madly. chrollo didn’t know what to make of it.

“holy shit- you’re gonna be so pissed off with me when i say this,” you continue laughing as chrollo remembers that your mental state is fucked. “i’ve been consistently deleting any videos of us off the dark web. jesus christ- this is so-“ you couldn’t stop laughing as chrollo’s jaw drops. you were bent over now practically cackling.

“and there’s a lot of content i’ve had to destroy or kill for! there wasn’t only the tape of me and sarasa, even to this day, i still run into videos of me as a child during my imprisonment. suffice to say i don’t want anyone watching videos of me being tortured or raped, i think that’s fair, yeah? plus… if you were going to see me again after being kidnapped, i wouldn’t want it to be a video of me being hurt.” you collect yourself once more. “we’ve both majorly inconvenienced one another, isn’t that funny?” you giggle some more and sit down next to chrollo.

at least you weren’t angry with him. he takes in your words and accepts them. there was no reason to be upset with you, you only wanted to protect yourself and your friends.

“quite the twist of faith, my dearie. but here we are. i usually take turns between searching for the video with sarasa specifically or search up different things to find you. i didn’t rule out a newer browser called blue rooms. it’s for skilled nen users who want to watch people like nico kill off women and children. even i stick to men when i kill… but while i was reading the chat in that group someone admitted that they’ve seen nico’s livestreams before. i thought you should know that.” he adds. you frown a little.

”i’ve been a horribly neglectful fiancée for not seeing all of it… he was different, but i never thought he would become just like the men he promised to protect us from…” you admit trailing off.

“yo!” ecco’s voice yells out from the top of the cabin, “emoboy! someone’s pulling up in a black car, they’re ya’ friends?”

you stare at the woman in front of you. her hair was longer, and her clothing style was different, but you could never forget pakunoda’s stunning face. she doesn’t notice you immediately, her eyes were too busy wondering around the cabins decor.

feitan does notice you though, and so does phinks. fei wasn’t much taller, but his black attire suited him well. so did phinks hair, slicked back did look good on him. both of them gasp, left star struck.

“you’re still so beautiful.” you meekly speak up. pakunoda’s neck snaps in your direction as she covers her mouth. chrollo enters the front door and shuts it behind him, smirking at the spiders. none of them have moved, all in disbelief.

“i promise it’s [name], no tricks.” he says.

“we all thought you were pulling our legs again about having a present in the middle of nowhere, boss… none of us thought you were serious.” phinks speaks up as he approaches you slowly. you eye him up and down and roll your eyes.

“phinks, i’m not like- an endangered species! i’m just me,” you jab as you run up to him for a hug. he was a little stinky, but his cologne was pleasant. “and boss? since when is chrollo the boss here?” you giggle. you felt phinks stiffen a little, but he laughs.

“please call me chrollo right now, i haven’t explained that to her yet.” chrollo voices as he walks to the conversation pit and sits down.

you finally let go and approach pakunoda. there were tears forming in her eyes… your first girl best friend here in the same house as the rest of them. it made you tear up too. she says your name with a smile on her face, reaching out to you as if you were an illusion. you grab her too, pulling her in for a hug. “i miss you so much my dear friend…” you whisper into her ear. she lets go momentary and kisses you on the forehead, smiling happily at you.

“i can’t believe you’re alive… i’ve missed you too.” she replies, wiping the tears out of her face. you let go of her and head to feitan, who hasn’t moved an inch since he noticed you.

”can i hug you fei fei? or do you still prefer your personal space?” you ask gently as you smile at him.

“eleven years, one month.” is all he says. feitan looked rougher, he wasn’t too bad of a trouble maker back in the city, but there was definitely an edge that’s grown to him. he didn’t respond, so you motioned for him to follow to the couches. the other spiders followed suit. you sat down next to chrollo and pakunoda.

”hey, i know this douchebag.” phinks says as he halts in front of a picture of you, nico, and ecco. you sigh and frown, you needed to take down all pictures with him soon. or at least tell ecco to do it.

“you fought my ex fiancé one night like, 2 years ago.” you mumbled out.

you felt a numbing pain over your heart, you wanted to be happy right now. you were happy- but dammit, why did nico have to ruin your reunions?

”ah yeah! nobunaga was there! i don’t remember what started it but i gave him a pretty good beating, lil’ sis! ex fiancé huh? now im glad he ate shit.” he laughs at himself and you smile.

“yeah, me too man. come sit! i missed my friends. when is everyone else getting here?” you grin at the troupe members. more tears spilled from your eyes as you took them all in. they’ve grown so much!

“the rest are in a different country but they should be here by the end of the week.” chrollo answers.

“it’s been so long- we didn’t think you were alive after what they did to sarasa… please forgive us.” pakunoda says solemnly.

”don’t ever apologize for that. i have to keep a low profile for my own safety as well as the people who live here…” you explain to them.

“who’s after you? whatever happened to sarasa’s killers?” phinks ask suddenly. it was time you tell them, it was time to give them their long awaited answers.

“chrollo, go wake up shalnark please. he’ll be in the first door in the hallway on the left. meet us in my bedroom, i don’t want any of the children to walk in here while i talk about it.“

11 years ago, meteor city. full moon.

“where do you think you’re going, girlie!?” you shout out to sarasa. you should have gone home with shalnark, but you managed to catch a glimpse of sarasa’s blonde hair and pink dress from the corner of your eye. she smiles at you and waves.

“i’m looking for a few more tapes, come on! there’s always treasures by the uga forest, we‘ll be safe together.” she encourages.

you wished you could make it stop. you wished they would let go of her and you wished you were deaf and blind and- anything to make the sounds go away.

they injected you with something and left you on the forest grounds, one of them held your head and forced you to watch as the other sawed off one of her arms, but he decided to “join in on the fun” instead. they were talking now, you couldn’t comprehend any of their words. sarasa was sobbing, you think someone else is too. you wished you could drag their bodies away from her and save her, your blood was boiling, everything was so frustrating and scary and- and- you wanted chrollo and shalnark! and uvogin… he could surely hurt these awful men!

get away get away get away from her!

sarasa screamed horribly. sending chills throughout your body.

“stop!” you managed to yell out, both of their bodies freeze for a few seconds before they regained their control.

“look at her, man! she’s got aura! give her another shot of that shit, mafia pays good money for kids that are gifted. she won’t be happy about it, but-“ you zone out again.

look at the moon. look at the moon, so pretty. so full. it reminds you of chrollo’s face. just look at the moon and calm yourself.

you feel a prick on your arm again, what’s going on?

they’re doing something awful to sarasa’s body. everything is numb. your eyes are wide open but you’re numb. your hearing isn’t though.

shes begging… she wants something.. mercy. it’s mercy.

look at the moon, don’t look down. ignore the cracking sound you heard. ignore the screams, look at the moon. ignore the blood, look at the moon- sarasa won’t stop screaming.

two days later. location unknown.

you felt like shit.

you were still in your yellow dress chrollo picked out for you. but now you were in a jail cell alone. where’s sarasa?

sarasa. sarasa?!

it was the only word you could think as you stood up from the floor. everything was coming back to you slowly.

you were still awake when they decapitated her head. everything else was a blur to you. your body was sore in places you’ve never been sore before, and there was blood in between your thighs.

you needed to boil yourself alive. the dress was stained too, and your body was covered in bruises. you didn’t need to know what else they did to you.

there was a camera set up on a tripod inside the cell, just like in the uga forest. you felt so sick, so disgusted with everything. the drowsiness from the needles made it unbearable to deal with it all. you wanted to go home with chrollo and nan… you’d take her cold words over this cruelty any day.

the cell in front of you has a boy with pastel blue hair inside. the rest seem to be empty from what you could see. the boy weakly smiles at you, but he had clearly been crying.

“where am i?” you whisper out to him.

“i don’t know. they brought you in yesterday with a few men, but they were all dragged away. they did a lot of horrible stuff to us while you were asleep.” he shivers out. you barely noticed the freezing conditions in the cell. he was bloody too.

“i wanna go home…” you began to cry, holding yourself for comfort as you sobbed.

“me too, but i think they want something else with us- act asleep! i can hear someone coming down.” you drop onto the floor and try to keep as still as possible.

a heavy door opens, you breathe slowly. this was too much to process. someone’s walking closer to your cell. will they kill me? will they do whatever caused the blood to come out of your thighs? your cell was unlocked and opened quickly, and closed again. someone’s crying, a lot of people are crying. no words were spoken, and you heard the door slam again.

you open your eyes and see a girl with black hair- maybe a year or two older than you- and a younger girl with dark green hair. they were both crying and a bit bloody, just like you.

you smile to the girl with green hair, she had to be at least 9. her frame was delicate.

“i’m [name], who are you?” you try to distract her. her purple eyes widen as she looks at you.

“i’m neti, and this is aerith.” she manages to get out.

“i’m [name], and what about you? what’s your name?” you turn your head to the tan blue haired boy. he’s still shivering, and he was shirtless too.

”i’m ecco, from the west side of meteor city”

“i’m from the center.” you smile at him, despite the raging pain you felt everywhere.

”we’re from the northwest, closer to the desert.” aerith whispers. her face was round and soft, she smiled despite the hollow look in her eyes.

”why did they kidnap us? i miss my friends, i wanna go home…” your eyes began to water again. “they killed my friend… they took her head off and hurt her..” you sniffle, everything became so vivid again.

“they said i have a gift, and that’s the only reason why im alive.” ecco speaks out to you. you think back to that moment those men’s bodies froze in place.

”they were hurting sarasa, and i wanted them to stop, and they did for a moment… i don’t know how to explain it, but then one of the men said i have aura… something else about people playing money for gifted kids, i can’t remember.” everything was so fuzzy yet so clear at the same time. your head was literally pounding.

”neti and i were searching for food when we both saw some… purple thing in the air… it was weird, it looked like purple air but it wasn’t, it was scary.. we tried to get away but we were knocked out. now we’re here.” aerith explains as she sits on the floor.

neti follows suit and sits on her lap. they were cute.

”you two saw something in the air and ecco and i have a gift… or aura, whatever. none of this makes sense! i’m normal!” you whine, laying down on the freezing brick floor. you didn’t care, it cooled the pain between your legs slightly.

”why is there a camera in here?” neti ask suddenly. you look away, unable to explain what they did to you.

”they record people being hurt, they forced me to watch while they did those things to you, i’m sorry.” ecco whispers the end out quietly.

people besides ecco would see whatever it was that they did to you. it was recorded, the tape compartment was empty.

”i’m gonna vomit.” you warn.

6 months later. the compound. full moon.

the mafia had one of the most fucked up systems no one could imagine in their wildest dreams. while in the previous holding cell, multiple children had came and gone, you learned to not get attached to them anymore. they tested your nen abilities last week to see if you were worthwhile, and now you, neti, ecco, and aerith were in a new compound. they had trained you a bit in the arts of nen, but if you couldn’t do anything with a leaf in water, you were never heard from again.

you were grateful the four of you passed together, you’d live to see another day. it gave you such minimal hope that you’d see your friends and family again.

did they ever find sarasa’s body? you hoped they never did, you didn’t want anyone to see the mess they left of her body… it was cruel. everything these people did was cruel. you hoped chrollo would never have to face such horrible atrocities.

you were an experiment, they quite literally refused to call you by your name, you were known as number 2 and nothing else.

you had an actual bed here, and roommates, and a door that actually closed and gave you privacy… and no one raped you here, that was your favorite part of the new compound.

you shared a “dorm” with aerith, neti, and two other girls named heejin and yuna. aerith was optimistic and kept you from many breakdowns, while neti needed guidance and love. it felt good to reassure the youngest in the group, she felt like a little sister to you and everyone else. heejin was distant and introverted, but she had been oddly kind in small ways in the week you’ve been here. she had snuck in an extra bread for you after dinner time, and she gave neti her water, even if it meant she wouldn’t drink anymore until the next day. yuna somehow always bore a smile on her face, but she would insult everyone in a happy tone. she reminded you of shalnark in a lot of ways. both so nerdy and happy yet ready to insult whoever.

your room had a window here, it was barred and heavily watched at all times, but it was the first time you’ve seen the sun in months.

the six of you were currently being trained by a woman named “scythe,” you’re sure it wasn’t her real name and you didn’t care. she was complacent in all of this, so fuck her.

“your purpose here is to forget your identity. you’re all from meteor city so you’ve never had one anyway. i’ll determine if you live or die.

you needed to live, you would forsake yourself it meant you would get to see chrollo and your friends again.

6 months later.

you forgot his name again, the boy you used to play with in… whatever place you came from. you couldn’t remember his name… his face… you would blab on and on to ecco and the rest of the girls about how amazing he was… how could you forget?

you needed to get out of here, you were losing it.

“ecco… can we run away?” you whisper to him. you’re training right now, you were slowly learning how to control ecco’s body with his blood. scythe stepped out of the room for a moment. she decided you two were stronger than the rest, so you would train together.

you were a specialist, you didn’t know what it meant but you knew you would be used by the mafia for your abilities. the dons loved having “nen genius” for protection.

“i overheard the guards say they were going out tonight to celebrate something… if we forget everyone else… i think the two of us can do it…” he replies, “my portals are getting better, i can put them through a wall and see if we can get out.”

2 weeks later, the white room.

your brain hurts, everything hurts so so much. you want to kill yourself but they won’t give you that option.

they found you and ecco a mile away from the compound, but scythe wouldn’t allow them to kill either of you. “too valuable to the dons, let me punish them accordingly.”

your punishment was electro therapy, and you haven’t felt the same since.

everything in this room was white, and you were stuck with ecco constantly talking and laughing about things that weren’t there.

you were lost, mentally and emotionally.

ecco kept on saying something to you, repeating the same word… what was it?

”did you forget your own name?” he jumps on your bed and finally snapped you out of your mental fog.

“my name? what’s that?” you reply in comfusion. since when did you have a name? ecco frowns and holds you by your shoulders.

”what about chrollo? you never shut up about him before!” come on, you gotta be in there!” he smiles at you.

”who’s that? are you chrollo..? ugh, my head hurts!” you’re angry again, you’ve been angry so much lately. you slam your fist against your head over and over, why can’t you remember anything?! ecco’s quick to restrain you, but you try to beat against his chest too. he holds you until your anger turns into tears. for how long would you be in this damn room?

one month later. the white room.

you didn’t bother getting off your bed anymore, ecco was more active than ever but you felt dead. he would force you to eat when scythe made her rounds, but overall you starved yourself and neglected every part of your body. ecco’s hair was turning white, he said yours was too.

you were tired of that color, it’s nothing, you’re nothing. you were becoming nothing and you were so damn sick of it, why couldn’t ecco let you die already?

5 months later. the compound.

you were released a while ago, you didn’t know when. a girl named heejin hugged you when you entered your old room and that was the only thing you remembered from that day. you were developing your abilities at an accelerated rate, you easily caught up to heejin and aerith, while neti still needed more time to develop. apparently, two of ecco’s roommates had committed suicide, you wished you could join them.

but life wasn’t fair, and you continued to live in this place.

one year later, age 12, maybe. the compound.

some of your old memories came back, but everything was fuzzy for the most part. you finally figured out the conditions for your ability, you named it “blood moon” since it was strongest during the full moon.

1) you would lose your sanity the more you used it. it can be regained after the moon disappears from the sky.

2) you would lose your sanity the more you killed within the night.

3) the fuller the moon, the longer the range for how far a body has to be to control.

4) you can’t use it on a new moon.

it was intense, but scythe noticed a peak in your abilities during the full moon. you’ve forgotten a lot your life, but you’ll never forget the name of the girl you watched die 2 years ago. sarasa, and the full moon was there too. it reminded you of something or someone precious to you, but it wasn’t sarasa. oh well.

one year later, age 13, maybe. the compound. full moon.

everything hit you all at once, the moment you saw that man.

he killed sarasa, he decapitated her, he ordered that they take you back with them instead of giving you the pleasure of dying alongside her. he was the man who first raped you, everything came back.

you needed to go back to chrollo, but that thought was minimal now. you were enraged, and he was here to watch you battle against one of his own kind. you would be restrained after you won- you were sure of it. they always came in with guns after your battles. your eyes twitched as his companions body hit the floor. you didn’t have to move your arms anymore to control bodies: it had become an instinct.

damn that felt good; you twisted his neck just by tilting yours. good, so so so good. you wanted more, if they wanted a blood thirsty control freak then fuck it! why not give them a show? the guards entered the room again to chain you down, but their bodies stopped. the men watching you through the bullet proof glass were frozen too.

it was all being recorded too, good. let them know what they’ve created. fuck it, burn this compound to the ground along with anyone else who helped participate in your destruction. you’d kill then all. you hated them!

you twisted all of their necks, besides one. multiple bodies hit the floor and a rush you’ve never felt overwhelmed your body. why didn’t i do this before?!

you never found out your rapist’s name, you forced his body to drag itself into the same room you were in; it was ugly and filled with old blood, but big enough for a fight.

”you killed sarasa. you remember?” you shiver, you forced him to take off his sun glasses as you looked into his eyes from the other side of the room. “you raped her, you dismembered her, you ordered the other man to do those horrible things to her…” you were shaking now, everything was clear to you.

”you need to die.” you yelled, forcing his heart to stop beating. he fell to his knees, clutching his heart. you think you heard him say “please,” but you didn’t care. fuck him, he needs to rot.

you forced opened the door to the girls dorm, 5 guns in hand. heejin and aerith were still awake, and neither of them had seen you so happy before. not a single scratch on your face, what the hell did you do?

”we’re getting out of here, now. take these and wake up neti and yuna, i’m gonna free ecco.”

age 14, near meteor city. full moon.

you had another dream about sarasa again. ecco had to calm you from another night terror, you could see a filthy aura present in the direction you were headed. you wanted to see them again… you didn’t know who but you needed to make sure they were-

you hear sarasa scream again, and you cry harder.

aerith approaches your shivering body, concern written all over her face. “i think you should go back to swardani, this isn’t good for you. the rest of us will go on, ill tell heejin to go with you.”

”i feel pathetic.” you sob, you start hitting your head with your fist, you did it more often than not on full moons. “i can’t even go home and see my friends- i can’t even remember their names! i don’t remember where to look for them!” you admit to aerith who listened intently to every one of your words. her own sanity faltered, but she was always the friend that you needed.

“i’ll try to look for em, okay? i’ll ask around and see if anything pops up.” she offers gently, hoping to calm you.

every full moon aerith made sure to be more attentive towards you; everyone did. it only made you feel more guilty.

”they probably don’t wanna see me again… i couldn’t save sarasa. i lived and she died- i should have died with her that night. they’ll hate me! and- and i’m surprised you guys even put up with me! just leave! i’m such a mess, why do you deal with my bullshit?!” you wanted to hurt yourself, you needed to feel pain. you quickly force aerith’s body to fling a few feet back on the trail.

you couldn’t control the insanity; it felt passive. and you just hurt your friend. why won’t they let you kill yourself already?!

”you’re the only reason why any of us are free.” aerith says after coughing, slowly standing up again. “if you didn’t live that night, we’d be soldiers for the mafia. i don’t think they’d forget you, i think your friends are waiting for you.” she reassures, keeping her distance this time. aerith loved you dearly, but she didn’t feel like having her blood controlled again.

your felt pins and needles on your head and face as you took in her words. aerith was usually right when you felt like this, you felt even more guilty now.

“go tell heejin to take me home please.”

a few weeks later

they would be home sometime soon, you were eager and restless; you deep cleaned their bedrooms and the rest of the house while heejin cooked a recipe from some azian cookbook she found.

it was you and heejin for the past few weeks, you bonded with her more than before. she was a bit reclusive, but the most empathic woman you’ve come to meet. her nen matched her personality, she truly cared for you and you were grateful to meet her. your typical day with her involved smoking some herb she grows in the backyard, playing video games, and cleaning. then shopping and walking around the city in the afternoon, then drinking at night. damn she could drink, she’d start pouring shots as soon as you slammed the hello kitty glass down.

knock knock!

your heart flutters, they were home!

you run up to the door and your greeted with familiar faces, and a new one too.

“heyyyyy bestie!” ecco pulls you into a smothering hug, and he definitely needed to shower! you hug back anyway, happy he was okay.

“i missed you guys so much!” you began to cry.

“oh! [name], this is neti’s older brother, nico by the way. he’s pretty chill! i finally got a guy friend!”

after dinner, you all gathered on the lush, black couches in the living room. ecco wanted to have a meeting. you sat next to him, always sitting on the edges of couches. yuna and aerith were next to neti, and nico sat on the floor. the couch was “too plush” in his opinion.

”heejin, [name], do you remember all of those files we stole from the compound? some of them contained maps, yeah?” aerith starts, you both nod, and you wondered where this was going.

”listen, we’re not the only victims of the dons greed. there’s thousands of people like us being held in cells and trafficked into their hands or sex rings or- anything! it doesn’t matter, the children from our city are the ones to suffer.” aerith continues.

“i agree with that, but what does that have to do with the files?” you asked curiously.

ecco pulls out a paper from his pocket and unfolds it. it’s a map with a few markings on it.

”this is a map of meteor city. i couldn’t read it at first, but i found it in those files we stole. you see these?” he points at the red markings scattered around the map,” these are holding bases for kidnapped children, before they’re sent off to wherever they’re auctioned. we raided a few of them and let the people there free.” ecco explains as you gasp and stare at him.

“hold your questions for later- let me finish. i found two more maps while i was looting their shit- oh, we got more money by the way, these greedy bastards had piles of it- anyway! they’re closer to swardani, but the point is i don’t wanna stop freeing those children. i wanna return them all to meteor city, we all do.” he finishes as you and heejin look at one another.

“we’d have people coming after us for the rest of- never mind, we already do.” heejin realizes as she smacks her head.

“i’m in, but i won’t go back to meteor city myself, someone else can do that. i won’t have any issues with killing any of them.” you confirm, heejin nods, agreeing.

“for the kids own safety, we need to keep everything as lowkey as possible. and also… we think we have a different way of tracking these guys now.” yuna speaks up, “nico and i seem to have the best understanding of it- but it’s called the dark web.”

age 15, the swing in your backyard.

nico was so darling; you couldn’t deny that he was attractive too. his black hair was pinpoint straight and down to his waist. he was honey skinned and smelled of flowers and musk, and liked wearing joggers with band t’s. he had a few dragon tattoos on his arms, he could summon them at will. and you couldn’t stop gushing about his voice to the girls; it was deeply melodic. yuna called you desperately in love while aerith giggled at your burning cheeks and shy composrure.

he was overprotective of neti, who was only 4 years younger than him. you understood it though; his baby sister had been kidnapped and missing for so long… he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her again. you understood the pain of having your loved ones ripped away from you; no wonder he was so passionate about killing the men like your kidnappers.

“so are you and ecco dating…? or something? he’s really touchy with you so i thought you were- and forgive me for my lack of better terms- off limits,” he blushes and looks away. you blush too, you hadn’t felt someone give you this much attention in so long, it was nice.

“no no, i see him as more of a… hm… well definitely not a lover, that’s for sure. i guess a brother? not quite that either… it’s weird. we spent most of our time with one another since we caught onto nen a lot faster than everyone else. i don’t think he’s even capable of romantic attraction, his trauma affected him differently. i don’t understand it too well, i just respect it and give him physical touch when he needs- wait! not like that!” you smack your face with your palm as he laughs. you’re definitely embarassed! but his laugh was soothing.

“i understand what you’re saying. i can’t imagine half of the shit they made you suffer through in there… it boils my blood just thinking about the stuff they did to all of you. but thank you for being honest. i uh- i asked him what was going on between you two and he panicked and said ‘i didn’t know something was wrong!’ and ran off to find you-“

”oh my god he refused to tell me why he thought something was wrong this morning and started crying until i reassured him for at least an hour,” you sigh exasperatingly so, rolling your eyes. “nico, he’s really delicate when it comes to wording… we all have abandonment issues here, i think you can understand that.” you giggle, but it was true.

you were definitely codependent with ecco and he was too. being imprisoned in an all white room with him made you oddly clingy afterwards, it just felt right to let him of all people see the worst in you. you were emotionally attached to him, and he only trusted you with physical touch. he was older than you, but he was like a little brother.

you knew what they did to him in confinement too, you would never judge ecco for hating human contact. it was rational, it was safe, it made him feel secure, god damn therapy.

”no worries, i’m glad he’s not your boyfriend.” he smirks at you- when did nico have a flirty side?

”yeah? were you getting jealous?” you roll your eyes and giggle. his rough hands suddenly grab your face, guiding you to look at him.

”think i was, for a moment, but not anymore.” he whispers, you shiver and freeze up in more ways than one. “can i take you on a date then, pretty thing?” he gently smiles down at you as you nod slowly. your heartbeat must have been off the charts.

age 16.

you felt dirty. there were bugs crawling all over your body and you were tired.

your friends had discovered multiple videos of your time when you had been imprisoned, but you came across one you never wanted to think about.

you discovered sarasa’s snuff video. you screenshotted the other man’s face and saved the files, even though you never forgot his face to begin with. now you just needed to find him and kill him for good.

you watched the entire video by yourself, you refused to look away for a moment. you were used to these types of things now, but seeing your childhood friend die before you all over again made your heart turn. you couldn’t stop smacking your body, the bugs wouldn’t fucking die and you felt incredibly itchy.

yuna entered the room, your smacking was probably loud again. before she could say anything you turn around and sob.

“i need you to find who uploaded this.”

it wasn’t the other man, you think it’s the one you killed. the computer was located in the republic of padokea and you wiped the video off the dark web. good, no one needed to see this. no one needed to disrespect your dead friend ever again.

you raided another compound, you think you’ve gone through every room until you hear meowing over and over. you push open a heavy metal door and see a small creature baring its fangs at you, its eyes were red and its ears were sharp. it was chained up and couldn’t escape on its own. they must have abused it. you slowly walk to the bowl by the entrance and fill it with water, you didn’t have any food on you though, just your water pouch. it slowly approaches at the sight of running water and you smile at it. as it lapped up the water a man suddenly burst into the room and attempts to shoot you down; ugh, you hated soldiers! the poor thing ran up against the wall into its corner as you forced the blood in his heart to freeze, killing him.

the creature freezes in place as you approach it, its red eyes were gone. you didn’t bother trying to take off the collar now, so you used your nen to snap the chain off its post.

“you’re free now! come on!” you wave at it to follow you. nico just got his hunters license, something you failed. maybe he knew where this thing was from. “i’ll call you ravi, you like that?”

age 17

“bestieeeee! i need to tell you-“ ecco was cut off by yuna’s voice.

”no! i wanna tell her the surprise!” she pushes him into the rose bush by the back door. you giggle as ecco screams and yuna sits next to you on a metal round table.

“what’s up guys?”

”nicos gonna-“ yuna starts.

”ask you to-” ecco interjects.

”MARRY YOU!” they scream in unison as your jaw drops.

”why the fuck would you tell me that?!” you wail out, “don’t you want me to be surprised and happy?” you question them both.

ecco gets out of the bush and takes out the thorns at his side, literally. yuna and him look at each other.

“we thought you would be excited now… plus you can’t get upset when two gossiping ass bitches gossip!” ecco replies.

“well yeah, i actually AM excited since he asked me last night,” their faces drop even more, if possible. “nosy bitches… see?” you finally display your left hand with the diamond ring. they both hurry to your side and gawk at the simple ring.

”nico’s my best man friend… and he didn’t tell me this!” ecco huffs, “oh, congratulations too i guess…” he rolls his eyes.

“yeah, because he knew you would blab immediately. how’d you find out anyway?” you reply.

“oh, i left my cameras on in my bedroom and neti was discussing it with nico!” yuna smiles, but she always had them on.

“yeah, ‘left them on,’ you’re the most nosiest people i know you gossiping ass bitches!” you laugh and stare down at your ring.

it didn’t fully make you happy, being engaged. you don’t think you’ll have that feeling ever again even if you chased it. everything’s been numb since you escaped with your friends. you were either numb or felt too much; you’ve come to accept that your emotions would never be the same. at least it made you happy when he purposed, and you did love nico! that wasn’t a doubt in your mind. he was a gentleman, a bit blunt and stubborn at times but he never waived his loyalty to you. you won’t be happier with anyone else, you may as well get married already.

you found a boy and two of his friends in the latest raid. all three were too injured to make the trip to meteor city so you and heejin took them back to the base instead.

a timid boy named ralis who rarely spoke.

a girl named agitha with a fierce personality.

a gentle boy named lucas who often cried for his dead mother.

all of the children you took into your care decided to go back to meteor city, you didn’t take a personally, you under understood they just wanted to see their families again.

the three kids didn’t have families, though. you would offer them a place to stay, you hope they would accept it.

18 years old, a year before.

neti and aerith were missing; you and nico came home after a movie date and the front door was opened. everyone else was on a trip to meteor city after healing a few children that were saved from a mafia holding facility.

you found the note before nico did; they wanted to tease you, to remind you that the mafia and the dons don’t forget.

“check the basement.”

you absolutely refused to let nico enter the room, you screamed at him to go away and to find aerith but he wouldn’t budge. he kept knocking on the door.

witnin the 3 hours that you were gone, neti’s body had been flayed in the basement. you would rather kill yourself than let your lover find his sister’s body like this… blood covered the floor and her body was hung off the fan.

“let me in dammit! what did they do to my sister?!” he screamed, breaking the door open.

you had managed to get her body down from the fan, but you held her body closely and cried as you closed her eyes. she was unrecognizable, all of her skin left in a corner of the room besides her hair.

aerith was still alive, you needed to find her immediately, you won’t lose another friend tonight.

you found aerith being dragged into the forest not far off, she had been hurt severely and there was a nen rope around her neck.

the rope left the victim nenless, no wonder they easily captured them.

you halted everyone’s body immediately. there was three men with her but you didn’t recognize any of them. they needed to die, you decided you would be their god tonight.

“you’re being unreasonable!” you whisper at nico who’s pacing around the room, livid. “that’s like saying sarasa died because i was kidnapped-“

“you were a child! aerith is old enough to have done something about it!” he retorts. you spent a lot of days like this since neti’s death. you couldn’t handle the stench of the house on lucian drive anymore; everyone made a unanimous decision to move somewhere else. you would be moving into a larger cabin close to a village nearby. you hoped the move would help nico out too.

“it wasn’t her fault! they were rendered useless and i’m tired of you blaming someone who’s cared for her since she was kidnapped!” you snap at him. he’d been so cold towards aerith after neti’s death; almost as if he hated her.

“whatever- i have a hunter’s mission, i need to head out. won’t be back for a bit.” he scoffs and leaves your bedroom. you screamed into your pillow and hit yourself on the face over and over again with your fist. you hated this, you hated how much pain nico was in, but you couldn’t stand how he looked at aerith now. nothing good could come of this, you were sure.

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eternalera · 6 months ago

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hxh fandom... we need to talk about killua...

HE IS NOT AS STRONG AS SOME OF Y'ALL MAKE HIM OUT TO BE OKAY. LIKE THIS SHIT IS ACTUALLY CONCERNING AT THIS POINT.

like ive seen SO many youtube shorts and shit being like "oh this is why killua is one of the strongest characters in hxh!" but he is NOT. im sorry but i dont even think he makes top ten in terms of strength. like just listening out some characters who are stronger than him (click read more cause its kinda long lol)

palm (killua admits he's weaker than her)

morel (stronger than palm)

knuckle (ALSO STRONGER THAN PALM WOW-)

shoot (HE LITERALLY BEAT KILLUA IN A FIGHT AND HE SAYS HES STRONGER THAN KILLUA)

knov (ALSO stronger than palm but 'oh he got scared because of the nen' YEAH GUESS WHAT HES STILL STRONGER. he lost resolve not his strength in battle :/)

youip ('oh but killua got him with godspeed' HIS ATTACKS DID NOTHING IM SORRY BUT NO. like he was practically a fly, like he bought time for knuckle to get away and yknow... NOT die but not much else)

meruem (literally THE strongest character that we've seen im pretty sure)

hisoka (do i even need to say anything?)

illumi (literally went through the same training as killua)

kite (i dont think i should be explaining this one but he sensed pitou before them AND held them off long enough for killua and gon to run away before yknow... dying-)

pouf (says killua was hard to keep up with in speed but... yeah not much else :/)

kurapika (idc what anyone says, kurapika's powers are broken and YES HE CAN USE THEM ON OTHER PEOPLE NOT JUST SPIDERS. especially with emperor time and stuff like that)

chrollo (... guys spoilers for the mange but chrollo beat hisoka... killua is NOT stronger)

bisky (killua doesnt even come close to her, he's said it himself that she's a lot faster than him, stronger, etc)

ging (literally one of the best hunters in the entire world so much so that netero chose him for a seat on the zodiac's or whatever)

LITERALLY ANY OF THE ZODIACS

NETERO

AND THERES SO MANY MORE. LIKE SILVA, ZENO, TBH IM LOWKEY CONSIDERING PUTTING TSUBONE ON THERE BECAUSE SILVA SENT HER TO TAKE KILLUA BACK AND SHE HAD TO BE SOMEWHAT STRONGER THAN HIM IN ORDER TO DO THAT

like even if you dont think certain characters ive listed cant beat him... the majority definitely can. like honestly and people will say

"oh but killua without the needle-"

THE NEEDLE DIDNT DO SHIT

IT DIDNT HINDER HIS PHYSICAL STRENGTH DID IT!?!? DID WE WATCH THE SAME SHOW?!?!?

the needles job was to make killua run if he was ever facing an opponent show was stronger than him (ANOTHER REASON WHY SHOOT IS STRONGER-). not hinder his own strength. sure it made killua REALLY scared whenever he fought someone causing him to run away before a fight could be won but ive seen SO many people being like "killua without the needle goes so hard!!!"

which btw he still LOSES a lot of his fights in the chimera ant arc and shit like that and oh guess what he doesnt have? THE NEEDLE

he did NOT win against youpi. he did NOT win against pouf. he did NOT win against palm.

the only fights that we see him win are against background character ants and shit like that. ants that (lets be honest) are probably pretty damn weak and who any of the characters ive mentioned before could kill and defeat rather easily

sure wouldve they have done so quickly? probably not but they still wouldve defeated them easily as doing something quickly doesnt always mean you did it with ease

anyways im just so sick of the killua glaze in this fandom- like yess killua is strong for his age and he is going to get stronger. but if he was everyone elses age with the power he has now? he would not be that impressive and people would glaze him a lot less. the only reason people do so right now is because of his age and what hes done they think he's a lot stronger than he actually is

but he's not. and i think we really need to calm down with it all because DAMN this shit is getting annoying to see lol-

... so yeah bye-

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hunter hunter #killua zoldyck #killua hunter x hunter #killua hxh #hxh killua

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ratatouillewastakendammit · 1 year ago

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Hey!! So I’ve decided to actually start posting on this app more this Summer so I’m gonna begin with this Chrollo X Reader fic (that was written 3 years ago for AO3 during Covid so mind the not-so-good writing especially for the first few chapters) Not beta-read we die like Kurapika’s clan <3

Regrets: Chapter One

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Of course you were nervous.

Anyone probably would be.

Not about the problem though. You trusted him enough to understand he had everything under control.

However, if he was asking for help then it must be serious.

Anyway, it wasn't exactly the mission you were nervous about, but the person who had called you to it.

Years had gone by since you had seen Kurapika and it wasn't as if the two of you had ended things on good terms.

It hurt, walking away from each other.

Although, it couldn't be helped.

"I told you no."

"And I told you I'm not letting you get yourself killed when I can do something about it!"

That idiot wouldn't accept help from anyone, let alone you. He always wanted to do things himself, no matter how stupid that decision may be. So when he refused to let you come along and assist him after he had found the location of a certain group, you'd lost it.

Maybe he thought you were weak, or maybe he was scared for your safety, either way, that fact that he wanted to do it alone pissed you off. He was willing to put his life at risk for revenge, which you understood of course, but why couldn't you?

Kurapika was the only thing you had left. And maybe it was selfish for you wanting him to stay safe. If he died, who did you have left to live for?

"You're going to get yourself killed."

"And what happens when you same? What do I do then?"

When Kurapika's phone went silent, it felt like you were drowning. There was nothing left. You had no friends, no family. You hadn't made any allies in fear of being double crossed because of your economical value. You were skillful enough not to die, but was there really any point?

Thankfully, the information was fake and Kurapika was just sulking somewhere, but the damage had been done.

Stricken by pride and anger, you ignored him as he walked out the door, not wanting to be hurt like that again. Or maybe it was fear as well. You hadn't gotten close to anyone in between the years, after all.

That was probably it.

Fear of loving someone. And losing them.

So you had stayed away from others after watching him walk away, not wanting to experience that indescribable emptiness again. You had learned more about yourself, about nen, and how to survive. Obtaining a hunters license was quite easy, so it wasn't as if you needed a job when you could just stay in most hotels for free.

You had the potential to do great things maybe, but it was best to just stay away from others, keep a low profile.

Staying under the radar was easy, considering most people thought you were dead.

And you liked it that way.

Or, you tried to tell yourself you liked it that way.

So when Kurapika finally called you, it had been quite surprising, especially considering the years of silence in between your fight.

But how could you refuse your best friend?

XxXxX

Sunlight streamed through the thin leaves and stained windows, creating shaded shapes on the stone pavement. Birds chased each other midair, a small wind allowing them to float through the sky effortlessly. The same soft breeze lifted a piece of hair as you strolled forward towards your destination.

Looking up from the virtual map, you realized the building in front of you strongly resembled what Kurapika had described on the last call.

"You'll know when you see it. Big and silver. Lots of wealthy people will be going in and out."

A small sigh escaped your lip, each step seeming more and more like lead on your boots.

He said he would meet you in the lobby. Was he really less than twenty meters away?

An extremely small part of you wished he had walked away again, leaving a entryway filled with nothing but fake potted plants and snotty businessmen.

Unfortunately, that wasn't happening.

The moment you walked through the glass doors, your eyes hooked onto the blond head sitting on the couch. The boy was wearing his usual apparel of blue and gold, only this time a small red earring draped from his ear.

Now you were almost sure your feet were cement, completely glued to the floor.

The blond slowly turned his head, probably sensing some new presence. His eyes lit up, darkening slightly under the contacts, something only you would probably notice, and quickly rose to his feet.

"Y/n."

"Kurapika."

The name sounded a bit sour in your throat.

"Was the journey alright?"

You nodded.

"Would you like to go up to my room?"

You nodded again.

His eyes trailed your face, scouting for any sort of emotion. When he couldn't find any, he just sighed and beckoned for you to follow him into the elevator.

The ride was awful, silence stifling the air, making it almost impossible to breath. Walking down the hallway was also filled with that intoxicating quietness until Kurapika opened the door for you to pass through.

Marble floors reflected small beams of light that filtered through the shutters Kurapika had undoubtedly closed the moment he first unlocked the room.

He never was a big fan of windows.

A small smile tugged at your lips at the memory.

"But it doesn't make any sense! The natural light saves energy anyway."

"But you can't always be sure who's looking at us!"

"Why would anyone want to watch us? All we do is play games."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"I'm always right."

The same voice spurred you away from the thoughts, although you didn't exactly sure what it said.

"Huh?"

"You're mad at me. I don't like it." Kurapika sat down slowly on the bed, taking a second to collect his thoughts. "I just didn't want you to get hurt."

"Well, I could say the same thing, but did you listen?"

"I had to make sure they wouldn't hurt us aga-"

"And I thought you were dead!" Turning around, you glanced into the eyes of your former friend, not holding enough strength to let it be a glare. "I had to hear from someone else that you were still alive! Do you know how scared I was?"

Kurapika hung his head, something you only saw twice before. The first time was when his mother scolded him for leaving you alone outside, although nothing happened.

The second was when you had explained what occurred during the massacre.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Please."

"There's nothing you can do now!"

"I NEED TO KNOW!" Kurapika grabbed your shoulders, eyes blazing a deep scarlet. "I need to know what happened."

"Why? Why would you ever want to know?"

"I need to hurt."

...

"I need to hurt enough to kill the Phantom Troupe."

"I'm sorry."

The boy in front of you, the one once so full of life and happiness, sounded so guilty, so ashamed of himself, something that you never wanted to see.

Feet moving against any rational thought, you ran to your friend, hooking an arm around his shoulder and pulling his body into yours. At first, he stiffened in surprised at the touch, but slowly folded his hands behind you back, and pulling you close. It didn't even occur to you that the boy was crying until a tear dripped onto the top of your head, his clear, steely eyes now red and hot.

"I'm so fucking sorry."

"I know."

It was odd. You had promised only to help and leave without getting into the past again. Never wanting to feel so alone and scared again, you told yourself that you would assist in any way you could and make a quick exit without getting close to your childhood friend. You were naive to think anything remotely similar would happen like that, especially with overzealous emotions like yours.

"I'm sorry too."

"Why are you sorry?"

"Just am."

The two of you stayed in each others arms for quite a while, his tears drying on both your faces. For a moment, it almost felt like how it was all those years ago, when you were children. Kurapika holding onto you like this after a good nightmare, or once when you held your arms into his chest, just like you did now, after scraping your knee on a jagged stone.

Kurapika had then hurt himself in the same place, saying that if you had a 'cool' new wound, he wanted one too.

Of course, it wasn't hard to understand he didn't want you to be embarrassed in front of the other children about tripping over a small weed. He was also like that with you, despite being the younger one by a few years. Kurapika was your best friend, being inseparable since both of your mothers had introduced you. He knew everything about you and was part of every happy memory.

After the massacre, you thought you were alone. You felt absolutely empty. Then he emerged from the rubble, grabbed your shaking hand and dragged you away from the horrific scene.

"You shouldn't be. I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry I left, I was just scared."

"Me too. And I wasn't mad, I never was. Maybe I just thought if I tried acting like it, it would help with being so lonely. I kept to myself most of the time."

"Yeah." He replied. "I did the same, for the most part anyway."

"Most part?"

He nodded. "I met three of them during last years Hunter's exam. There's these two boys; they're very interesting."

"And the third?"

Pink began to slowly tinge Kurapika's cheeks as he turned away from you.

Not quickly enough, however.

"DID YOU MEET SOMEONE?"

"Don't be so loud."

"Oh shit!"

"Stop."

"You met someone!"

"I called you here for business."

You laughed, rolling you eyes and motioning for your friend to sit down. The bed shifted as the two of you sat back, facing the white hotel ceiling. You stayed like that, enjoying the silence.

It was odd how different this silence felt compared to the one in the elevator. That silence was deafening, strong enough to make you suffocate under it. This one was light, filled with peace and memories of what used to be.

It almost made you feel embarrassed, for all the years and experiences you could've had if only the fear and stubbornness had been so apparent. You were never really mad at him, the extremely quick forgiveness proved that. You trusted him with everything and maybe if you trusted his judgement back then too, you wouldn't be so emotionally detached now.

You continued to look at the ceiling, which was now illuminated by passing city lights of cars driving by through the darkness, then turned toward your side and looked at Kurapika.

"You called me here because you needed help, right? What do you need?"

Kurapika sighed and took a moment, but turned to face you nonetheless. "May we talk about it in the morning? It's getting late and I'm sure you're tired."

"If I let it go until tomorrow, will you tell me about the person you met?"

Silence.

"I'm only gonna keep asking until-"

"He wants to be a doctor..."

XxXxX

Shouting.

That was what woke you up.

And probably was what saved your life.

That was the first thing you remembered about that night, was the shouting.

The last thing you remembered were Kurapika's eyes.

Yours were wide and terrified, filled with enough sadness and pain to last a lifetime. His, however, were blazing with anger and hatred. Fire seemed to be pooling out of his irises, melting his retinas into dry tears.

The soft, kind boy you had grew up with looked like he was about to rip someone to shreds.

Those eyes, filled with pure fury, softened with relief however, when he saw you, sitting on the floor of your old childhood home.

The once happy cottage filled with the smell of cookies and the sound of laughter was now demolished, walls crumbling inward towards the living room. Pictures and tapestries were burning on the floor, edges of smiling faces beginning to char. All that was left was you, holding a body with shaking hands.

You remembered thinking she looked peaceful, maybe you could even pretend she was sleeping.

If you looked at her from the neck down, that is.

Blood flowed down her face from the hollow holes that were once home to bright eyes filled with life. The mouth that once sung you lullabies was now frozen into a horrified expression, her blood stained skin was now pale white forever. As a child, you idolized your mother, thinking she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

Now, you could barely stand to look at her without the urge to vomit.

She was the one who had saved you. The nimble hands that taught you how a tie a shoelace had shoved you into that secret hole underneath the dresser so you were safe. You had begged and cried for her to stay with you, but she had simply smiled back, told you how proud she was, and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaving. It was the last one you'd ever receive from her.

Kurapika slowly tugged at your shoulder, but you didn't move, petrified in the middle of this horrible nightmare. The air was hot and toxic, smoke poking at your eyes and filling your lungs.

Everything was gone.

"Come on. We have to go."

My life is over.

"Can you hear me?"

They're all dead.

He gently unhinged your fingers from the sides of your mother's face, shuddering as her head fell lifelessly onto your lap, but you still wouldn't move.

"Answer me!"

You looked up at the boy, relief spreading over your face, but it quickly faded as soon as it came. "I-I thought you were dead! Everyone... everythone is gone. They took everything."

The voice that came out seemed far away, hitching in your throat as you choked through tears.

"Who? Who did this?"

Another sob escaped your throat as you held up a singed piece of parchment.

"The Phantom Troupe."

XxXxX

"Wake up!"

You bolted upwards from a deep slumber, almost head-butting Kurapika, who thankfully dodged with ease.

"Huh?"

"You were mumbling something. I didn't know if you were having a nightmare."

"I guess so."

His eyes narrowed. "I thought you stopped having those."

"I have." You replied. "For the most part."

It had been the worst at the beginning. You had stopped eating, sleeping, even talking for weeks. The only reason you had lived was because Kurapika had forced you the bare minimum for survival. You were a walking corpse, slowly gliding through life, devoid of all emotion.

Then one day, you came to a realization.

Kurapika didn't deserve this.

After everything, the only people you had left in the world were each other and he needed you right now. So, you started eating and speaking in short sentences every once in a while. You even tried to sleep again, hoping to ease some of Kurapika's stress about you.

Then the nightmares came.

Every night was the same.

You would look up in a bathroom mirror, only to see the same bloody holes that had been pasted on the face of your entire clan. You began to panic, turning on the water and scrubbing your hands red in an attempt to wash off the blood. Then, you turned around.

But you weren't in the bathroom anymore.

Now, you were at the same spot again, your home completely destroyed and littered with the corpses of every family member and relative you had ever met. It was a exact image of that night, even the smell of burning wood and fabric seemed to make your nose twitch.

Except, something was different.

This time, Kurapika's body lay on the floor as well, eyes cut out of his skull, bruises on his neck from strangulation.

Usually, the real Kurapika would wake you up at this point from the cries and whimpers.

However, he wasn't there to help after he left.

So, the dreams continued, even if they grew further and further apart over time.

Then you learned about nen.

And they stopped.

Nen was something you had mastered surprisingly quickly. Your teacher, a kind man with glasses and dark hair named Mr. Wing, had even begun to express his concern for your learning style.

So you left again.

It was his fault for telling you what you could potentially do anyway.

In all honestly, you didn't know the difference between ten or ren or whatever else there was, but you did remember what Wing had said to you after that first lesson.

"Focus on the glass of water."

"Why?"

"Trust me. Put all your emotion into it, negative or positive, it doesn't matter."

You sighed, then began staring at the clear glass of liquid.

Memories flooded your brain as your eyes burned into the cup, images of fire and destruction playing on repeat. A small tear slipped down the side of your face when a picture of your mother blasted through your mind.

"Y/n, you can stop now."

Slowly, you refocused your eyes, which you had noticed blurred over slightly, and fixed your gaze back on the cup in disappointment.

"Nothing happened."

"I'm not so sure." Wing smiled and picked up the glass, holding his finger over the water. "If you taste it-"

The cup dropped to the floor, shattering over the wooden floor the second Wing dropped his finger in. He yelped in surprise, falling back a few steps and looking at his finger.

"Are you okay?" You jumped up and made your way over to him, attempting to avoid the broken shards of glass scattered across the floor. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Wing looked up at you, eyes growing wide before looking back down in thought. "Stay here."

He then exited the room, merely pushing the glass out of his way with his shoe, only to return with a second cup of water.

It rippled as he sat it down on the table. "Do it again." His usually calm and positive voice was now deep and stern, overtaken by curiosity.

"But you just-"

"You were thinking of painful memories, correct? Try doing the exact same thing, but with happy ones."

"I don't know if-"

"Please. Just trust me, okay?"

Nodding slowly again, you fixed your gaze on the second glass, vision blurring instantly this time. Instead of the first instance, however, you tried your best to focus on anything happy. The good memories. You and Kurapika riding emus together and playing tricks on the village leader while Pairo, another childhood friend, watched with wide eyes. Or you and your mother baking cookies on a rainy day.

Of course, a few bad one snuck their way in, but for the most part, it was strictly good.

"Alright, you can stop now."

You opened your eyes to see Wing quickly take the glass and immediately plunge his finger into the water. His eyes widened in surprise once more, glancing back and forth between the glass and you.

"Incredible." He finally breathed.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" You asked in worry.

"No. No, nothing like that! I've just never seen something like this before."

"Oh... well is it bad?"

Wing stopped at your question and began thinking again for a moment before replying. "It could be. Possibly. But incredible nonetheless. Y/n, do you know what happened to me when I touched that water?"

He began pacing around the room while you shook your head.

"The first time. I expected that maybe you were a transmuter, but I didn't even have to taste it to see I was wrong. Every emotion you focused on in those five seconds of concentration I felt! Every bit of fear and pain and worry and I just had to dip my finger a centimeter in that water."

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand." His explanation about feeling your fear and pain made you shift uncomfortably on the couch in his apartment.

"And then the second time. Happiness. With bits of pain as well, but mainly happiness." The man stopped pacing and turned towards you.

"And what does that mean, sir?"

"I'm most led to believe you're a Transmuter, however you also possess some Manipulator abilities, which are quite rare." The man took another breath. "Normal nen, like everyone else's, is fueled by emotions, Y/n. However, your emotions are the center of it."

"And that means..."

"Usually, nen users develop some sort of special ability. However, yours seem to already be starting, even in the grouping process, maybe due to the strong nature of your emotions. Your emotions are your nen, something extremely powerful since emotions usually just fuel it. Your feelings are your special ability and with something like that...

The possibilities could be endless."

But you had left.

Maybe it was also because Wing began to catch onto why you were so enamored with learning new abilities.

With the power you received, came many amazing things. You began to control the emotions of others, therefore influencing their behavior and personality. Sometimes, with enough concentration and right wording, your abilities could be considered borderline mind control.

For example, if you wanted someone to hurt another, you were able to send an immeasurable amount of anger to person one directed towards person two.

Another strategy was using seduction.

By filling an individual with love or lust directed at you then simply giving a demand, they usually followed you every word.

"Doing that would make me so happy. And you want me to be happy, right? Don't you care about me?"

There were multiple other ways to use emotion to achieve power over people, some more effective than others, especially since each individual had difference strengths or weaknesses. Your power was very useful nonetheless.

However, as with any ability, it did have its setbacks.

Controlling an advanced nen user meant more energy taken out, meaning you could deplete your powers pretty quickly. Usually, you let out some sort of sound, which was a low hum or verbal order more often than not. This allowed ground yourself and command someone while still focusing stamina into the actual nen itself. Sometimes, if you tried too hard, you would just zone out and begin fading into whatever memory was sparking the wanted emotion. The louder the sound translates to more control over yourself and your own strength.

#hunter x hunter #chrollo lucifer x reader #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer #hxh x reader #hxh

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aaronyoghurt · 1 year ago

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"Dance With Me"

Chrollo x Reader

This is the first fan fic I've written.

I dont't know if this will be any good but

Please be nice.

Although constructive criticism will be much appreicated.

I tried.

This will probably be a one shot and I shall disappear under the surface of the earth.

Unless yall find this engaging or if I choose to write more.

Summary: You're attending a fancy auction event. Becoming increasingly bored, an opportunity arises when a handsome mysterious stranger notices and approaches you. He engages in conversation before swooping you away onto the dance floor. Ending is open to interpretation. wink wink

Note: I have written this in Third Person rather than in Second. I wanted to try out the narrative perspective but I am curious to know which of the two you prefer as a reader :)

Enjoy...

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Smooth red liquid of the expensive wine cautiously slid down her throat as she observed her current surroundings. The soft classical music from the band of musicians flowed through the air, creating a pleasant ambience that entertained the auditory senses. Meanwhile, a swarm of mingling bodies idly danced through the grand intricate hall. The ruby wine, slowly swirled around the inside of the glass as the young woman languidly stirred the stem between delicate fingers.

The function she was attending tonight was a prestigious one. A vast ornate ceiling coupled with splendid decorative designs and grand marble columns intwined with golden threads, were all distinct features that screamed eloquence and money. Just the thing to be expected when one attended a fancy dinner party, especially one that was meant to impress the higher classes, under the disguise of a philanthropic art auction for charity. The young woman liked art. It is a universal thing that binds all humans together and anyone can be appreciative of it, regardless if they consider themselves a knowledgeable appraiser.

The reason for her being here tonight was not only attributed to her desire to see the art or enjoy a social gathering, but almost laughable in its’ simplicity; boredom. A result of a spontaneous decision made on impulse and the desire to escape the typical regularity of daily life seemed more appealing to regard it as such. An acquaintance of hers mentioned that it would be a pleasure for him to take her to the auction if she chose to, and she agreed. However, now that she has strolled around the venue and admired all of the art pieces that were to be auctioned, all the while her supposed partner for this evening has left to throw himself into conversation with other groups of people at some stage during the evening, there was nothing more to do other than to enjoy some of the wine that was offered.

Her gaze was trained on the red liquid that sloshed lightly in the crystal while her mind was wondering on what to do next. She glanced up at the dancing couples for a second with an indifferent and almost distant gaze before sighing and raising the glass to her lips. Lamenting on the fact that people had found happiness with their lovers was never a beneficial thought process. It made one consider their own lack of romance in life and wonder how some fall into relationships so easily, while others struggle to even find a match or simply waiting for fate to do its’ bidding.

That is why instead of dwelling on such topics, she sipped on her nearly empty glass, allowing the pleasant buzz to fill her head and enjoy the remaining contents of the drink before deciding to call it a night and go home. Perhaps once she is back home, she will decide between getting even more violently wine drunk and viciously bawling into a pillow, considering the uneventful and quite boring evening that she thus far endured.

She raised the glass once again to her lips while her eyes flickered upwards, only to land on a suit clad stranger in the now dispersed party of the previous dancers, and who was also looking back at her with a soft smile. She blinked and shifted her gaze away to the side, as her breath caught in her throat momentarily. It must have been her imagination or worse, a hallucination caused by one too many sips of wine, because once her eyes travelled back in the direction of the mysterious man looking at her, he was gone.

But not even a second later, the stranger reappeared at her side, standing only a small and respectable distance away. Declining his head a bit and nodding subtly downwards at the glass in her hand and leaning into her side he spoke, “Pinot Noir or Sauvignon?” Her head turns at the sound of the calm and surprisingly soft voice and she is met face to face with the handsome stranger. Her widened eyes meet his cool cobalt gaze as they curiously look into hers, maintaining a present contact.

Apart from his tantalising opium gaze, his appearance was strikingly distinct and unique; a white bandana was wrapped securely around his forehead and his earlobes were adorned with turquoise ball earrings. After taking a few seconds to comprehend the random approach and the appearance of the man before her, she quickly shook off her stupor after realising he is waiting for some sort of answer.

He has asked her what wine it is that was in her glass and she glances down at it as she thinks back. When she was poured the wine by the waiter previously, he had said something similar. She glanced back up at the mysterious man and offering him a response, “Pinot Noir, I believe…” His smile widens ever so slightly as he acknowledges her with a gentle gaze. “I must say, it is a fine choice. The taste is quite refined in its own way.”

She smiles lightly back at him and can’t help but feel her heart skip a beat. Not only is his countenance tolerable and fine, the way he carries himself is certainly venerable with a flair for natural charm. Moreover, his appearance is even more captivating. From the way in which his inky strands of hair fall perfectly around his face, to the structure of his jaw and sharp intelligent eyes.

“Ah, pardon me. I believe I got ahead of myself and forgot the introductions. I’m Chrollo.” His eyes remain soft and looking straight into hers, while his lips are graced with that same calm and friendly smile as he extends his right hand slowly. “Chrollo…nice to meet you. I’m Y/n.” She smiles back warmly and places her hand into his as he squeezes it gently and raises her hand to his lips while lowering his head, looking into her eyes through his lashes with a soft grin as he does so.

This catches her off guard completely, causing a tint of pink to dust her cheeks right before he lets go and continues in a soft, aimable tone, “Perhaps I was too up front with my approach, but I couldn’t help but notice your humble presence and elegant disposition. Are you enjoying the party?” She considers him for a moment before letting out a small chuckle and looking back up at him, “It could be worse. I was hoping it would be more entertaining for me, but I’m not one to complain.”

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Chrollo’s company turned out to be a most joyous experience and probably the highlight of the otherwise uninteresting evening. He was polite and a most engaging conversationalist. They talked and laughed for a long duration of time which now seemed to be of no essence. The rest of the people in the expanse of the hall and the air filled with conversation seemed to have completely vaporised into nothing more than an insignificant echo.

After some time, they both seem to be brought back to reality as the music started back up. A notable change can now be heard in it’s quality of performance since a new, more distinguished, band of musicians appeared, in exchange of the prior orchestra. Most likely to symphonise a final dance before the auction started.

Upon hearing the newborn melody, Chrollo looks at her again with a more concentrated gaze as he utters his next words, “Dance with me.” His voice is soft as he speaks, but there is a certain command in it, which compels one to oblige instantaneously. Her eyes widen in mild surprise at the sudden request. Her heart begins to thump in her chest at a slightly more accelerated speed, as she gazes up into the sparkling depths of obscurity, contained within those enthralling dark grey eyes of his. Chrollo patiently waits, now with another kind smile compared to the more pointed expression he presented mere seconds ago. “Uhm…alright.” She agrees after initial hesitation, as he offers her his hand, giving the cue, to which she immediately complies.

Placing her smaller hand into Chrollo’s, he leads her onto the dance floor where others have already started their waltz. They stop together in the free space as Chrollo raises their intertwined hands into the air fluidly, and uses his other hand to promptly and gently wrap around her lower back, pulling her closer into him. He offers her an unabashed grin while a more bashful smile spreads itself upon her own lips.

“I should have warned you earlier…I’m not a great dancer.” She admits and glances away from his piercing gaze before meeting his eyes once more. His own lips merely quirk upwards after sensing her apprehension before he responds, “I believe it’s a little too late for any inhibitions now, darling. Allow me to be your guide.” Is all he says, before starting to fall into rhythm with her gracefully, leading her through every step as they progress in their dance.

The music flows through the crowded space easily, while Chrollo smoothly dictates the slow succession of steps and figures, occasionally twirling her around and pulling her in extremely close. It was evident that she felt a bit nervous at the start, and not only because of the fact that this handsome dark haired man was present and choosing to be with her, but since she never considered herself to be a capable dancer. Somehow with Chrollo’s efficient guidance, she found herself naturally responding to his movements. It was bizarre yet magnificent at the same time. As if the ability of dancing itself was innately present with her all along and never existed only as a foreign concept.

“I do not know why you feared that you didn’t have the capacity to be a capable dancer. You’re moving splendidly.” Chrollo praises with a soft smile on his face as they continue to dance. She keeps her eyes on his as they effortlessly sway to the soft classical music provided by the orchestra. “Maybe I just have a good partner.” She teases with a small grin. Chrollo subtly smirks at her suave comment as his obsidian eyes fill with mirth.

Don’t be so humble now, dear. I have witnessed how other women dance and some appear to be as stiff as rocks.” He comments in amusement as he spins her around gently before pulling her back against him, her body moving fluently in response to his lead. “I see you have had plenty of experience in dancing then?” She asks as she tries to appear nonchalant. Chrollo only chuckles softly as his sharp eyes pierce into her own. “Call it observation.” He responds enigmatically as his hand slithers down to her waist from the small of her back.

The two continue dancing until the song begins to fade towards its’ conclusion. After spending only around two hours with Chrollo, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. His enticing nature and charming persona, coupled with his appealing handsome looks was beginning to get to her. The aforementioned idea of romance, that she approached with much scrutiny and distaste, now seemed not be as bad. She could only hope and fathom the idea that fate has finally been kind to her and bestowed this ridiculously attractive man in her favour.

She didn’t know what approach she should take anymore, but she did know one thing; she never wanted for this dream-like dance to end. But all good things seem to come to an end. So she allows herself to indulge in this as much as possible and drink every drop from tonight’s company before the clock struck twelve.

Chrollo looks down at her with devilish smile gracing his plump lips as his eyes sparkle with a newfound light. “Earlier you mentioned you wished for the evening to be more entertaining…well I can assure you of one thing, my dear…” He twirls her around gently for the final time before smoothly pulling her back against his chest with a hand on the small of her waist. Tipping her backwards ever so slightly, Chrollo leans his head down next to hers and whispers the next words into the shell of her ear, his lips brushing the tender skin with the barest touch, “…It will only get more interesting, from now on…”

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if you survived after reading this, I commend you for your dilligence and patience.

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astrid-sama · 1 year ago

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Chrollo Lucilfer x Kurapika

Hi, sorry I haven't posted anything lately. I hope you enjoy.

Most children learn what a soulmate is through stories told by their mother, but Chrollo has no mother and learns what a soulmate is by accident.

He remembers when he found an old storybook among the waste of Meteor City, it told the story of two lovers who after facing a thousand difficulties finally manage to live happily ever after, that was the first time he heard about soul mates, and how he deals with all beautiful things and falls in love with them instantly.

He was born without the mark of a soulmate but he kept telling himself that he had to be patient, that he just had to wait.

Every morning Chrollo had the habit of checking his arms, hoping that something had happened during the night, but every time he woke up his skin was always the same and the more time passed the more he began to believe that perhaps he didn't have a soulmate.

He is nine years old when he feels a burning pain creeping up his arm and hand.

For a moment there is only the hot, throbbing pain but then, when he lowers his eyes to check his wound, time seems to stop.

His heart begins to race and he can't help but feel a warm sensation in his lower stomach.

There on his right arm there is an expanse of flowers that have not yet bloomed, a symbol that somewhere in the world his soul mate, the other half of his soul, has just been born.

For as long as he could remember, Chrollo had always dreamed that one day his skin would be adorned with flowers and now that it has finally happened he can't contain his happiness.

Chrollo knows that children of Metor City like him are not allowed to dream of things like soulmates, he knows that for those who are condemned to live among the garbage like him, a soulmate is nothing more than a burden, a weakness to use against him; but despite everything he still allows himself to fantasize and smile.

Then suddenly a thought hits him, will his soulmate ever be able to accept him for who he is?

His soulmate is probably with a loving family, with plenty of food and warm, soft clothes, but he has nothing, dresses in old torn clothes and eats scraps.

His soulmate will go to a nice school and maybe even learn the art of music or painting.

He looks at his hands and finds them full of cuts and calluses, they are the hands of a murderer, of a thief, certainly not those of a child.

He stopped being a child a long time ago.

He looks down at the old, hole-filled sweater he's wearing and realizes that his soulmate was very unlucky to be destined for someone like him.

Despite everything, Chrollo waits for the moment when he will meet his soulmate, waits for the moment when the flowers on his skin will bloom and he will finally be able to taste the most complete happiness.

That night he softly kisses the flowers on her wrist and whispers "I love you" hoping that wherever his soulmate is he can hear it.

Chrollo discovers what having a soulmate entails when he meets Shalnark and Uvogin. They are the perfect example of soul mates; in some cases they are the opposite of each other while in others they are so in tune that Chrollo began to think they could read each other's minds.

Shalnark and Uvogin are very lucky, they found each other very quickly and, being both from Meteor City they had no problems regarding what they had to do to survive in that hell they called home.

Chrollo envied them so much.

It had been years since his mark had appeared and he still hadn't met his soulmate.

At first he had hoped that he might be somewhere in Meteor City, so he had spent his days looking for him without getting any results.

While waiting to find his soulmate, at night, when no one could see him, he began to fantasize.

"What color will his hair be? And what color will his eyes be? Will he want to talk about books with me? Will we be like Shalnark and Uvogin?...-

Even though thoughts about his soulmate made him feel a warm feeling of happiness, he knew, in a corner of his mind that he tried to keep hidden that there was a possibility that they would never meet, or worse, that his soulmate despised him.

-We should take the job! They promised us a lot of money! We could even keep some for ourselves, I heard that their eyes are more beautiful than any ruby, they would make great collector's pieces!-

-Shut up Uvo, it's the danchou who has to decide-

Shalnark said as he tried to silence his soulmate. Uvogin laughed and gave Shalnark a kiss.

Scarlet eyes, Chrollo had never heard of them before some slimy rich guy asked the phantom troupe to bring them to him.

They belonged to a people who lived isolated in the mountains, the Kurta clan; their eyes turned a deep red color when they felt strong emotions.

Scarlet eyes were considered one of the wonders of the world, it was said that they shone brighter than rubies and that the red of their irises was more intense than blood; some believed that their irises were red due to their connection with the devil, others believed that they were proof of their divine descent.

Everyone agreed on one thing, those eyes were beautiful and there were certainly not a few people willing to pay millions to have them.

Chrollo was instantly infatuated.

He tried to imagine that he was holding in his hands that treasure that no man had ever been able to have; he imagined their intense and indescribable color and their beauty which they say leaves you breathless.

From the first moment he saw them he had felt an irrepressible desire to possess them.

He wanted them, he wanted them so much; and he would have them because he always gets what he wants.

-Danchou what do you say?-

He was brought out of his thoughts by Nobugawa.

-Let's get them all-

The air is so thick with the ferrous smell of blood that Chrollo can almost taste it as he makes his way past the destroyed huts and the tortured, eyeless corpses.

In the distance he can hear the agonized cries of those who are not yet dead.

Most of the members of the phantom troupe are in the main square, some were busy counting their loot, others are carefully placing the eyes in jars to prevent them from being damaged during their escape and still others (Feitan) are searching some survivors to have fun with; it is clear that they have found their prey when, in the distance, a loud scream is heard followed by a disgusting snap (a neck being broken probably).

By the time he gets to his target, the boss, his shoes are caked in mud, blood and guts and Chrollo can feel a headache just thinking about how much of a hassle it will be to clean them.

He dips his fingers into the pool of blood that has formed around the lifeless body of the tribal leader and uses it to write a message on the robes of the kurta.

-We took what we wanted, if you come looking for us we will kill you.

P.T -

A few weeks later Chrollo wakes up, even before dawn, in immense pain.

It doesn't take him long to realize that the excruciating pain he is feeling is not physical but emotional.

It's such an overwhelming and oppressive sadness that he feels like he's falling into a gigantic abyss made up only of pain.

He feels as if his soul has been torn to pieces and there is a huge weight on his stomach that doesn't allow him to breathe; he immediately leans forward and tries to catch his breath.

He only realizes he's crying when a tear falls on the back of his hand.

Shortly after the tears come the sobs, Chrollo puts a hand over his mouth not wanting to be heard by the crew.

He can't remember the last time he cried, it's been too long.

Some of his sadness is replaced first by amazement and then by hatred as he realizes that what he is feeling is only a reflection of what his soulmate is feeling.

He gnashes his teeth and clenches his fists in anger, he swears, he swears on everything he knows that he will kill the bastard who made his soulmate feel such pain, he swears that he will make him suffer so much that in the end he will want nothing more without death.

He lies down with the tears that still don't stop falling and the sobs that still shake his body; he lifts his sleeve and gently kisses the flowers on her wrist "Don't cry my love, everything will be okay. When I finally find you I won't let anyone make you suffer any longer"

Chrollo knows that his words cannot have reached his soulmate, but after having uttered his reassurance he feels when the boulder on his chest becomes slightly smaller and he feels overwhelmed by great happiness at the thought that perhaps it was him himself.

Chrollo is not afraid.

Even when the chains wrap around his body and he is dragged away, into the back of a speeding car, he is not afraid.

The beat of his heart remains calm and constant, he has lived surrounded by death since he was a child, the thought of dying does not disturb him in the slightest.

He remains calm even when he senses the chain user's plan to use him as a hostage to blackmail his companions.

The spider is strong, he has faced a thousand difficulties, a thousand opponents, one stronger than the other and they have always been victorious, he knows that they will be able to live without him.

He may be the leader but the user of the chain is a fool if he believes that the spider will let himself be broken by his death.

He has no value as a hostage.

He hopes that his companions do not give in to the demands of the chain user.

He hopes that his companions remain faithful to their promise and put the phantom troupe at the top of their priorities, it is the spider who has to survive, not him.

Chrollo didn't expect the user of the chain to be a woman.

He would never have imagined that Uvogin's killer was so thin, so physically weak; but on reflection, it is precisely its delicate and fragile appearance that makes it so dangerous.

-What do you have to look at?-

-Nothing, I didn't expect you to be a woman-

-Did I say I was? Don't be fooled by appearances. Be careful what you say though, your every word could be your last-

Chrollo raises the corner of his lips slightly in amusement.His captor won't kill him, or at least he won't while his friends are in the hands of the phantom troupe.

-You will not kill me, not with your precious friends prisoners of my spiders-

-I advise you to be silent, I'm not so calm as to ignore your provocations-

-That girl's prediction didn't mention any of this so it's just an insignificant event-

He internally smiles at the irritation and hatred he is making the chain user feel.

It's his way of avenging Uvogin's death.

However, he is not lying when he says that for him this is an insignificant event, he has found himself involved in so many dangerous situations, in so many murder attempts that for him this is nothing more than a normal afternoon.

-Do I have to explain it to you? I consider this situation an afternoon coffee break-

Before he knows it a strong punch is thrown against his face.

The impact is so strong that his head almost hits the glass.

He can taste the ferrous taste of his blood in his mouth, but despite this he continues to smile.

Then suddenly a hot, throbbing pain begins to feel strange on his arm and, the realization of what has just happened leaves him stunned, for a second he feels nothing, he can't move, he can't speak, the only thing he can do and look into the crimson eyes of the chain user, no, the eyes of his soulmate.

Chrollo had long fantasized about how his meeting with his soulmate would happen, but certainly such a scenario had never occurred to him.

As he looks into his soulmate's eyes he sees emotions running across his face, amazement, uncertainty, doubt and finally hatred.

He can't really explain why but the mere idea that his soulmate, Kurapika, hates him makes him feel a deep sensation of pain.

In less than a second Kurapika rolls up their sleeves to reveal their soulmate marks.

Chrollo is entranced by the sight; on her skin, where once there were only small buds, there is now an expanse of wonderful flowers with a color that varies from white to red.

-No! It can not be true!-

Chrollo is jolted out of his thoughts by Kurapika, his voice so low that the words nearly escape him.

He takes his eyes away from the beautiful flowers on his skin and focuses on Kurapika's face.

For the first time he gets a good look at him, his blond hair so shiny it could be mistaken for gold, his lips that seem so soft and tempting Chrollo to kiss them, his long eyelashes and finally his beautiful eyes the color of blood ; as he loses himself in that scarlet glow Chrollo understands why, when he heard about the eyes of the Kurta clan so long ago, he had become infatuated with them and had longed to possess them.

Now those eyes are filled with unshed tears and Chrollo can practically feel his heart sinking into his chest.

Because no matter how ashamed he is, inside he's still the nine-year-old who kissed his soulmate mark and dreamed of the moment he would find the person the universe had decided was perfect for him.

Kurapika regains his composure quickly, sits back, turns his head away and refuses to even glance at Chrollo.

Kurapika continued to avoid him.

Even when he had started to take off his disguise the only thing he had done was force Chrollo to remain facing the wall without saying a single word to him.

- Chain user, you know it's not very polite to ignore your soul mate like this -

-You are not my soulmate!

I would rather die than accept that the universe has decided to destined me for a monster like you-

Throughout the speech Kurapika had kept his gaze fixed in front of him and a calm and constant tone of voice.

A normal person would have been fooled by Kurapika's false cold facade, but he wasn't.

He had immediately noticed all those little signs that showed Kurapika's true emotions; he had noticed how Kurapika's hands were shaking and how his eyes were starting to glaze over with unshed tears.

-Denying the evidence is useless. That feeling I felt when your skin met mine for the first time was something incredible and I know you felt it too. Also when we touched each other for the first time the flowers on our skin bloomed. You can deny the evidence all you want but the reality still remains this-

-When... -

-... -

-When you exterminated the Kurta clan, what did you feel! When you mercilessly killed men, women and children what did you feel! Did you even briefly think about all the pain you would cause, or did you only care about the immense amount of money you would earn? -

With every word he spoke Kurapika seemed to fall apart more and more; at the end of his speech tears had begun to fall freely down Kurapika's face and his voice was broken and full of sobs.

The sight made Chrollo feel an indescribable pain in his heart.

The mere idea that it was he who had made his soulmate suffer like this made him feel immense hatred towards himself.

-I can't say I feel guilty for what I did because it's not like that,... -

Kurapika has his jaw clenched, his fists so tight his knuckles turn white and his nails dug so deep into his palms that Chrollo can see beads of warm blood fall to the floor.

-But I can assure you that if I had known that my actions would hurt you I would not have killed a member of the Kurta clan even under torture -

After hearing those words Kurapika's expression seemed to soften if only for a moment.

-From the first second the soulmate mark appeared on my skin, I fell in love with you. Every night I fantasize, what you would be like, what we would do together, how we would meet; and finally I would kiss the flowers on my wrist and whisper that I loved you. There wasn't a day I didn't hope to meet you, there wasn't a day I didn't love you. When you were grieving, probably from the death of your clan, I tried to console you, I whispered words of comfort to you and hoped that wherever you were you could hear me and you were better. That day I promised myself that I would slowly and painfully kill whoever it was that made you suffer and now finding out that I caused you that pain makes me feel so bad that I want to skin myself with anger-

Tears had now started to fall from Chrollo's eyes too.

Or how he hated himself at that moment.

-If I knew that killing me could make your pain lessen even just a little I would let you do it, I deserve it, but we both know that my death would only make things worse. I won't ask for your forgiveness because what I did to you is unforgivable but if one day you decide to give me a chance I will show you that I am not just the monster who killed your clan-

Chrollo has no idea how it started but now his and Kurapika's lips are sealed together in a kiss.

Their kiss tastes like salt because of the tears and contains all the feelings they are both feeling, pain, anger, regret, hate and finally love.

Their kiss deepens and their tongues move in sync against each other.

Kurapika's hands are wrapped in Chrollo's hair, while Chrollo places his hands on Kurapika's cheeks and catches a stray tear with his finger.

After separating, they stare at each other breathlessly for a few seconds until their moment of intimacy is interrupted by Kurapika's companions who announce Pakunoda's arrival.

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