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r0semaryt3a · 6 months ago

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

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

Thank you 🥰

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

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

Without further ado:

Chrollo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Feitan

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

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

Still. Getting a date with him will be hard.

Obscenely so.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Phinks

Basic. I mean real basic.

He’s nervous as on a first date.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Machi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shalnark

He’s the one to ask you.

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

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

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

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

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

Overall? It’s quite the fruitful experience.

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

Pakunoda

Restaurant date all the way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hisoka

Oh boy. Really? I mean, really?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Illumi

Boring.

Very, very, very boring.

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

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

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

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

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

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mayxo-hxh · 8 months ago

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Im about to get controversial.

Out of chrollo, illumi and hisoka, hisoka is canonically the least likely to flirt to get anything he wants, if at all.

A lot of people think he's a natural flirt but I fear I couldn't have disagreed more. He only "flirted" a single time and that was solely to piss off machi, knowing she'd never agree. Hot take? He would've never asked if he knew she'd agree.

Also, bro's the biggest humanphobe in the anime. He keeps his distance from everyone. The only human physical contact he ever made was through fighting people. (If you're a person thats interested in seeing more evidence, I have an entire long thread about it on twitter that I do plan on posting here soon)

so u cannot give me 1 reason for hisoka to flirt with someone at a random bar but chrollo and illumi? i can think of a few.

chrollo, he already canonically flirts to get what he wants. straight up goes on dates gets a suit and shit. he has no reputation among the general public that hes concerned of that isnt the spider. Illumi? He's a manipulator. I HIGHLY doubt he never flirted to get something in his life from people who are too easy to win over. He's someone that wouldn't care what people think of him. He's also anonymous. People have no idea who tf he is anyways. If it affected the zoldyck reputation? Thats a different story.

Hisoka? he would fucking NEVER. Him specifically? HE HAS A REPUTATION. And whats that reputation? That hes an absolute disgusting freak that no one should dare to approach. He kills people. He fights live and makes sure the audience is always disgusted and weirded out by his actions and performances. You look at him and you should immediately look away and pray he hasn't seen you.

So riddle me this. If his entire shtick is making sure everyones afraid of him and avoids him, then why the hell would he get himself a reputation that makes him approachable????

Why would he get himself a reputation that makes you, as a person who only ever heard of him picking people up, want to approach him.

On top of that, I just.. don't see him picking random people up..??? random weaklings that dont even know nen????? he literally treats them like trash that inconveniences his time. You're saying he'd EVER give them the privilege of sleeping with him???

And then you'd say, oh so he'd sleep with strong people! HERES THE THING. Why would he sleep with them..... when he can fight them. Him getting off from fighting comes NOWHERE to actual sex. What people don't understand is that he gets off to killing people and seeing them crumble in front of him when they realize theyre going to die. Torturing people to death. What's... that got to do with like. yknow. actual sex bro 😭😭😭😭😭😭

this turned into a huge rant probably but do you know how genuinely depressing it is seeing a unique character like hisoka that gains lust through FIGHTING and KILLING reduced to. sex addict in fics. Like. be so fucking serious right now. He called himself a FIGHT ADDICT in the manga. Can I see more of him actually spending his time killing and fighting people instead of whatever the hell bros doing with a random npc.

Anyways this is also why I hc him as asexual/demisexual NEXTTTT

#When a fic is so good but they make a hisoka a sex god instead of a murderer. like dear god. Ya Allah. Mercy on me.#can i please get more fics where he absolutely fucking murders people in deranged ways like god (Togashi) intended instead of....#(checks notes) .....sex???#sorry to me this is 1 fanon characterization that i just gag from i cannot physically stomach that shit anymore.#also the way he never touched a single human and is not a touchy person yet the musical made disgustingly touchy with everyone including go #i saw red when i saw that one scene.#thats not fucking hisoka morow thats hekosa pedoro #if togashi wanted him to sleep around he would've so simply and easily made him mention that. Like even leorio said he jacks off.#yet togashi didnt. because HE DOESNT.#HISOKA GET BEHIND ME #anyways asexual hisoka morow canon goodnight everyone #also trans hisoka can we get a little more content of that i know its completely unrelated but pls im starving #i would put the “ill do it myself meme” WHICH I DO I HAVE A DEMI HISOILLU FIC but im so slow at writing fics sobs and throws up #hisoillu #hisoka x illumi #illumi #illumi zoldyck #hisoka #hisoka morow #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #hxh #hunter x hunter #my post #my analysis

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ataraxiaspainting · 10 months ago

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pretending to be dead in front of hxh yans. because why the hell not?

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, and implied violence.

Word Count: 900. (this was only supposed to be 400 😭)

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Chrollo

Chrollo will know right away. There is no doubt about that. Even if he was in another room and just happened to walk in through the doorway as you flopped on the floor like a fish.

He will probably hit you up with a "Darling, get up or we won't go to the museum tonight" or something like that. He likes using this carrot and stick technique quite a lot, but with his own spin on it using his manipulation tactics. He will lure you in with a reward for behaving yourself or take something away when you are bad.

If you continue this charade despite his threats, he will attempt to entertain you for a bit. Maybe he pokes you with the end of an umbrella or something, or mockingly weeps your supposed death. Eventually this will annoy you so much you will surrender.

His response is directly proportional to why you did this. Did you do it for attention? He will gladly give it to you, with reading to you and handfeeding you your favorite food, still warm from its takeout box, or maybe he even attempted to make it himself (though, if the dish doesn't come out as planned, as his perfectionism is a huge part of him, he will throw it out before you even find out he cooked something in the first place).

Did you do it so he would actually think you are dead so you could sneak off to freedom? Well, expect him to tease you about it from this point forward, but nothing serious happens. Unless you attempt to attack him and actually prevail, usually his punishments are bare to none.

Nobunaga

Nobunaga is many things. Being in touch with reality is definitely not one of them. He already sees you as a fragile little baby, so trying to play dead in front of him will cause him to have a panic attack of sorts.

He believes your entire act, as bad as you were doing it. He cries and caresses you in his arms. His crusty, dry lips, unholy body odor, and his utterly disgusting breath will be the only reasons you will ever reveal your cover.

He reacts to you being alive as horribly as you expect. He will start yelling at you, scolding you like a toddler who snuck into the cookie jar and not a captive trying to get back to society once more. If he was already in a somewhat bad mood, like you rejected his advances for the umpteenth time, and he got annoyed at you playing "hard to get" again, expect to even be sent to bed without dinner or dessert. Horrifying, right?

But, then again, dinner is always raw or burnt. You are sometimes convinced Nobunaga is trying to poison you to further immobile you, so you won't attempt to escape further. Maybe this whole playing dead thing was successful, in its own way? You would rather eat pebbles than the halfway cooked rice Nobunaga puts in your pink plastic plate.

Feitan

Feitan just stares at you, not blinking. He already knows what you are trying to do. He already has a staring problem, observing everything you do, from drawing to looking outside the small, barred window in your room, so his reaction, in all honesty, does not surprise you one bit.

He will just go about his day. Feitan is an expert on the human body, being the Troupe's lead torturer and all, so he knows the difference from when you are faking being sick (or in this case dead) from when you are actually sick (a possibility from both the escape attempts and the fact that Feitan's little cabin in the middle of the woods has no heat or air conditioner. He says he does not need it, so he does not recognize it as a problem).

As always, he says nothing. He only sees this as a little bit of a tantrum you're having, and lets you have your way for once. When you eventually give up or when he has had enough of watching you, he'll leave the room to do something else.

But nothing bad happens to you, shockingly. But there is major emphasis on to you. If you have refused to admit defeat, he'll torture yet another poor unfortunate soul in his basement, their screams much louder than usual, and you will break at one point or another, either asking Feitan to stop or going to your room to put your pillow (which can also be a weapon with how hard it is) over your ears.

Machi

Machi, similar to two of the three assfarts, knows exactly what you are doing. But, like Nobunaga, she still worries, although she does not show it, and she also scolds you.

But, unlike the rest of them, she tries to listen to you after she shakes you into revealing yourself. She wants to know why you did that. If you say to try to escape from her, her heart will be broken once again.

Machi may not be the most emotionally understanding, but she does in fact try, although what she does after this incident is largely the opposite of what you wanted to happen. Even though her intentions are good, in her opinion. She will become more present in your life, bringing home more gifts for you and trying to hug you whenever you ask, although she will never initiate it herself.

She hopes you won't do that again. She'll tell you as such. She was not trying to manipulate you with the increase in gifts and consensual touches, but you will feel so bad you won't attempt such a thing from that point forward.

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kimbap-r0ll · 1 year 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 -_-)

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 year ago

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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.

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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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erisofc · 13 days ago

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#hxh rant

People who have seen and read how Hisoka describes himself and his pursuit and Still dare to call him 'pedo' and compare him to x y z antagonists/villains of hxh LIKE WHAT ELSE DO YOU ALL NEED??? there is no solution to this or them atp. just pure self-satisfactory non-existent interpretation.

hisoka is THE owner of reverse-innuendo, WHICH unlike with what is in real life known as innuendos of day-to-day non-sexual words that allude to romance/sex in out of context, hisoka uses it in opposite manner which means all sexual/romantic things he SAYS mean FIGHTS FIGHTING AND DEATH. It doesn't mean we/you all shouldn't get disgusted by the sheer audacity of this boundary-less perverseness that is thrown even at kids, but it really all ENDS AT THAT and all the characters, yes, even Gon and Killua know it! you don't need to make him more horrible.

and the obsession of 'hisoika will be going insane if he finds x y z'. Well, here it is folks! He literally said, what we have been saying for long now bcz duh this is his charachter writing, HE WAS NEVER INTERESTED IN FIGHTING PITOU!!!!! put it to rest! Neither he is excited about Tserriednich, now its been long since ive read the manga but that lunatic's hatsu has nothing to do with fighting so why would hisoka gaf about this rich madman prince who only got his nen through kakin's succession war rituals???

Not to mention the way people overestimate & exaggerate hisoka's evilness like the way they were comparing his love for fighting to fucking Tserriednich who was shown luring women in and killing them and washing in their blood in his prince-y suite LIKE WTF IS THIS SO OFFENSIVE TO HISOKA AND THE NEN FIGHTER HE IS!!!!!! or the fact that bonolov killed lynch but the reaction to that or the way he maimed her body isnt talked about in hxh antagonists fandom, god forbid if it were hisoka people would have singled him out again with how cruel evil cold blooded he is unlike the human spiders! Would have even brought up neon again!!! not to mention the lack of reaction or even just grabbing the fact it was chrollo who involved & killed the audience of heaven's arena, we have seen hisoka fighting diffetent times & he never did that but guess who is labeled as much more murderous? hisoka! not the troupe!!! its the fact that he has such standards for his pursuit that his kills arent as high as others so if you are a 'morality high ground upholder' thats a good thing!

You all are mad bcz hisoka probably has the lowest body-count from all the antagonists! mad that hisoka isnt as 'lawless' or as 'random' as you all want him to be the guy has his nen pursuit just like every one in hxh and it happens to be good death-sending fights with strong nen user opponents. Hisoka has standards & he pretty much stick to them, he won't be bloodlusting over every x y z and that lusting isnt his ONLY role or character writing GET USED TO IT

#hxh #hisoka morow #hisoka

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sevlinop · 2 months ago

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Nature vs Nuture in Hunter X Hunter, The Spider's "Founding" vs "Hisoka's Past"

In celebration of Hunter X Hunter returning, I wanted to go through and analyze the differences between the Spider's origin story in the recent chapters of the manga, as opposed to "Hisoka's Past, which is Sui Ishida's one shot depicting Hisoka's origins that was published back in 2016. Fair warning, there are spoilers ahead, so I wouldn't read this unless you're caught up with the manga! (It will also be quite long!)

To get the obvious out of the way, this one shot is not really canon. That being said, considering Togashi did a joint interview with Ishida and was open to letting him write his characters, I think at the very least Togashi likely isn't strongly opposed to how Hisoka is characterized in it. Ultimately though, I love Ishida's work so I'm just going to treat it as canon for the purposes of this.

In chapters 395-397, the focus shifts to a flashback of the origin story of the Phantom Troupe. It's cute and heartwarming, but also unsurprisingly, quite depressing. We see the hard life that orphans have in Meteor City, and ultimately the motivations for forming the Spider. I think the key thing you can take away from these chapters is that the Troupe did not became mass murdering criminals by happenstance. In these chapters we see Chrollo's leadership qualities almost immediately, and his ability to bring opposing personalities together. He's clearly the main protagonist for this interlude, and it focuses on his perspective, with the videotape motif making another appearance. Young Chrollo comes across as good natured, and deeply sensitive. He struggles to protect and stand up for himself, something alluded to by another orphan Sheila, when she describes him as everyone's "little brother". Most of the others tease or bully him, with Uvogin being the primary one.

On the other hand, we also see his ability to put on a performance, dubbing multiple characters and captivating all of the other kids. He doesn't win the other kid's admiration through force or intimidation, but charisma. Initially his only friends seem to be Shalnark and Franklin, neither of whom seem to see Chrollo as the leader of their little trio. On a side note it's adorable, and fitting that these three would get along. He's also close with Pakunoda, who seems to be the first of the children to have an unshakeable confidence in Chrollo. While their caretaker sees Chrollo's obvious potential, most of the other kids don't. All of the other founding spiders make appearances, but Uvogin is probably the closest to a Deuteragonist in these chapters. From the start he's clearly presented as almost already an authority figure, in part due to being older, even if ultimately the other kids respect for him is driven more by fear. It's his approval of Chrollo that solidifies him as the leader of first the performing Troupe, and then after Sarasa's death, the leader of The Spider.

Considering The Phantom Troupe, and Chrollo in particular, seem heavily tied in with references to The Gospels in The New Testament, I don't think it's a stretch to see a biblical reference here. In Matthew 16:16, Simon Peter states that Jesus is the Messiah.

"Simon Peter answered, “You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.”

I won't quote the entire Confession of Peter, suffice it to say I saw parallels with that section in this particular panel. Peter is famously hot tempered and argumentative, similar to Uvogin. However unlike Jesus who initially praises Peter, but then ultimately admonishes the disciples not to tell anyone he's the Christ, Chrollo is unsure of taking the role as leader. His becoming a leader isn't a sure thing.

This to me ties back into the main themes of these chapters, nurture, and the initial events that pushed Chrollo to become who he is by the time we're first introduced to him in Yorknew. He's deeply traumatized, and his deterministic, pessimistic worldview is a reflection of that. It also ties into his last name, Lucilfer, a blatant reference to Lucifer. Chrollo has imagery that ties to him to Christ and also The Devil. The most important moment to me though, is Chrollo stating he knows this warpath to get back at the human traffickers, and broader society in general, isn't what Sarasa would have wanted. This is a really impressive level of self awareness for anyone, let alone a young child. It shows Chrollo is fully aware of and comprehends how harmful his actions will be, and that his very high empathy gives him the option to lead people in a constructive direction, or a destructive one.

In Sui Ishida's one shot on the other hand, we see a very different kind of origin story. One that lacks much emotional resonance, and is more centered on Hisoka's discovery of Nen. He joins up with a traveling circus after being found alone, and seemingly injured on the side of the road. We see him be taken in and mentored by a nen user, Moritonio who's the leader of the "Moritonio Troupe". Hisoka also gets to know a girl his age who's an aspiring hunter training under Moritonio, named Abaki. It's a stretch to say they become friends, but she's clearly the third most relevant character in this story. Unlike Chrollo's arc where he wins over Uvogin, and by extension the rest of the future Phantom Troupe. Hisoka has little interest in befriending Abaki or integrating into the Moritonio Troupe.

We then see Hisoka master both circus performance, and the basics of Nen incredibly quickly. It's very much presented as just due to his inborn talent. Then we get an allusion to Ging, when Moritonio mentions how he took the Hunter exam and was wiped out by an incredible young competitor. Finally, we also get a throwback with water divination, where Hisoka changes the water to have a sour taste as opposed to Moritonio, who changes the water to taste bitter. A hint at both of their true natures. Later on Moritonio is revealed to be the infamous serial killer, John Doe, who's been terrorizing the town the troupe is staying in. Hisoka ultimately figures out his identity, and challenges him to a fight, narrowly winning by deploying his Bungee Gum for the first time. He happens to also do an act of kindness, by using his Texture Surprise for the first time, and covering up Moritonio's face so as to hide the truth of John Doe's identity from Abaki, before leaving the group behind and slipping away. To me at least this is presented as more of Hisoka acting on a whim, rather than coming from a place of caring about Abaki's feelings. The entire one shot centers around this main theme of natural talent, or someone's nature, being the biggest factor in shaping how they are.

Upon rereading the one shot for writing this, I have a very different interpretation. I don't think this one shot is about Hisoka learning nen, because I think he already knew it to begin with. Between mysteriously being found laying on the side of the road, or his incredibly rapid advancement, I think the real talent displayed here isn't Hisoka's aptitude for Nen (though that's true as well.), but deception. My reading is that he deceives Moritonio and the others from the beginning, and that the entire theme of this origin story is that Hisoka is who he is by nature. Even as a relatively young child he's skilled at sleight of hand and lying. I don't think this is because of some key event that shaped who he is. Chrollo is defined by his focus on morality, though that doesn't mean he is moral, and the philosophical beliefs he holds about the Spider. Whereas Hisoka is depicted as ultimately uninterested in other people beyond the potential entertainment or pleasure they could provide him, and amoral and deceitful by nature. His character also doesn't seem to have any religious or literary references in this one shot. (And considering Tokyo Ghoul's extensive literary references, that seems to go against how Ishida usually writes characters. So I think it's definitely an intentional choice.)

The other biggest contrast to me is how Chrollo's entire backstory is defined by his relationships to others. From Sarasa and her cruel and vile death at the hands of human traffickers, and ultimately his connection with the other spiders and in particular Pakunoda and Uvogin. Whereas Hisoka's backstory seems to be defined by his shallow and transactional interactions with others. Every action he takes is out of self interest or a whim, in fact he seems to be beyond just selfish, but incredibly egocentric in a way that's almost more like a disorder. Still, he's paradoxical very smooth and good at reading others. Whereas Chrollo's empathetic and thoughtful, Hisoka's perceptive and cunning.

I want to add, the whole point of this post isn't to argue that Chrollo is just a kind soul who was forced into being a monster, or that Hisoka is just evil to the core. Or put more simply, that I'm not just saying Chrollo is good and Hisoka is bad. Interestingly enough, many of Hisoka's actions are actually quite heroic in this chapter, even if his intent is a different story.

As far as we know at this point in the story, Chrollo masterminded a genocide against the Kurta, and is a heinous criminal. Though undeniably with a very magnetic personality. My point more is that I think Chrollo and the rest of the spiders are who they are because of nurture, whereas Hisoka is defined by being who he is simply by nature. They're both horrible people by almost any moral standard, but they're horrible in different ways and for different reasons. Ultimately they're both fascinating characters.

Thank you for reading this, and I know we're all excited to see what happens with The Phantom Troupe and Hisoka in the upcoming chapters!

#hunter x hunter #hisoka #chrollo lucilfer #phantom troupe #hunter x hunter analysis #hunter x hunter meta #sevlinop's rambling again

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aaronyoghurt · 10 months 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.

As an FYI: This post is a result of a random idea along with me wanting to test my writing capabilities in the department of fanfiction lol. So I have no clue how this escalated to me posting this on here but take what you want of it.

If you are still reading, I would be eternally blessed if I receive any feedback cuz I deadass have no clue what I am doing.

Stay slay and peace out!

#chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer #Chrollo #hxh chrollo #hxh #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #anime #x reader

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astrid-sama · 8 months 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.

#hunter x hunter #chrollo lucilfer #kurapika #chrollo x kurapika #soulmates #hunter x hunter fanfic

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year ago

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Shadow *Part 3*

Hisoka Morrow!Platonic X Reader

Word Count: 1103

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello, I was wondering if you could do another part of platonic HxH vampire sister story? I really like the series :)

*Part 2*

After meeting up with Hisoka you told him of your plan to track down a Nen exorcist to get rid of the boundaries that the chain user had put on Chrollo. It was easy enough to find one, there were a multitude of Nen users gathering in to take the offer of Battera who needed a group to go to Greed Island, you both managed to get a hold of a console through your own means and headed into the game, where you knew that the Nen exorcist had gone.

Hisoka had given himself the name Chrollo, in the hopes that he could attract the attention of a certain group of people, the plan he had decided with Chrollo should probably be shared with the troupe, he’d likely need their help with the tracking anyway. You had sat yourself in the tree above where Hisoka had arranged the meeting “It’s you.” Machi said as she noticed Hisoka crouched on watching Abengane. “Hmm.” Hisoka hummed “you’ll want to hear what I have to say.” Your eyes found the new member you assumed was to replace Hisoka, you recognised them as Kalluto, another member of the Zoldyck family. “Why would we want to hear what you have to say?” Nobunaga asked. “Because you hearing this information, means that you serve a purpose to him and by extension me and honestly I’m more than a little homicidal these days.” You answered, you drank from the bottle of blood that you had collected before entering the game. “You!” That was Nobunaga as he noticed you in the tree. “What are you doing here?” “Hisoka would explain that if you’d let him.” You rolled your eyes taking another sip of from the bottle before slipping it back into the holster on your waist. “As I was saying, have you heard there’s a Nen exorcist on this island?” Hisoka asked. “Shalnark was right.” Machi asked. “He always was the smart one.” You mumbled. “Why would you want that? After everything back then, you wanted us dead.” She asked. “Oh I honestly don’t care if he has his abilities or not, I’m just here to make all of your lives absolute hell, like you did for me.” You explained with a shrug. “And you?” Machi answered. “There’s something Chrollo has promised me on completion of this mission and he can’t give me that if he doesn’t have his abilities.” Hisoka explained, as you sat up, you could feel him moving. Phinks was close, winding up to use an attack. “I’m really not in the mood to deal with hot headed individuals today, if he punches down this tree I’m going to take the arm he uses for his ability.” You warned. “I would advise against it, she’s hungry and you are all pretty good meals.” Hisoka smirked. “You make a deal with the Exorcist then.” Phinks said as he leant against the tree you were in, the one that you assumed that he was going to punch down. “Why the hell would we do that?” You asked. “Because it’s the only way that we can guarantee that he’s going to follow through, he can’t bring him to the boss so you have to.” Phinks explained. “Fair point.” You nodded. “You agree?” Phinks asked. “I said it was a fair point doesn’t mean that I am going to do anything about it.” You shrugged. “You are so annoying.” Phinks muttered through gritted teeth. “Shame I’m going to out live you then isn’t it?” You asked, he growled but he didn’t say anything more. “We’ll make the deal.” Hisoka said as he looked at the exorcist in his small camp.

“So you're a Nen exorcist?” You asked as you looked at him, he jumped before looking at you. “Who are you?” He asked. “Me? No one you need to worry about, I’m just here to carry a message.” You answered “well me and him.” you jutted your head in the direction of Hisoka and he smiled. “There’s someone who needs your help.” Hisoka said “they’ll pay anything you want if you can get the job done.” “What do they want?” He asked. “They need the abilities of a Nen user wiped from their body.” You answered. “The catch?” He asked. “No catch, do the job, get paid.” You shrugged, Hisoka walked over and explained a more nuanced version of what the deal was while you waited for something more interesting to happen. “Once you are done here, use this card to find us, we will take you back to meet the employer.” Hisoka said.

“We’re almost done here.” Hisoka said as you all settled for the night, you had since left the game and were on your way to Chrollo. “Yeah, at least we’re back somewhere that I can get more food.” You sighed as you looked down at the streets from the hotel window. “I told you that you don’t need to come.” Hisoka said as he looked down at you, you shook your head, he’s not the one that bothers me. “What bothers you?” Hisoka asked, sitting on the window sill, given his height he could now look you in the eye without bending his neck. “I need to find out what my weaknesses are… They’re looking into it, I know they are and if they find them before I do.” You explained. “How about after we deliver him, we’ll spend some time looking into your weaknesses.” He suggested “your right, the spider will be looking considering the threat that you pose.” “Okay.” You nodded.

“The exorcist you requested.” Hisoka said as he gestured for Abengane to walk forward, you come to stand next to Hisoka, drawing Chrollo’s attention. “You're here too, little sister?” Chrollo asked. “I’m not here for you.” You glared at him. “Mmm.” Chrollo hummed as he leaned back in his seat, arms stretched back on either side of him. “Then what are you doing here?” “Just on a round trip to see the world.” You answered with sarcasm coating your words as you turned to leave. “You should be more careful about the enemies that you make, you gave me nothing but time and a desire to find out to get rid of you.” Chrollo warned you, you looked at him and shrugged. “I’d be dead already if you found anything.” You shrugged “but if that’s what you're doing then I’ll just have to erase every weakness I have, I will not give you a chance to take anything else from me.” “I look forward to it, little sister.” He smirked as he watched you leave.

*Part 4*

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monosanimegenericzone · 3 months ago

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Hunter x Hunter: language (amendment)

thank you person who commented on the first language post for pointing out two things.

one, the manga doesn't say the name of the meteoran language. we are only told that it's completely different from the standard Gelman and Jannan. I think i read it in a fanfic or something where they called the Meteoran language "Creole" which means just a combination of existing languages. in the real world it functions as a heavy dialect of a mother tongue mixed with elements of other languages- however for meteor city i believe it is a mixture of at least 4 languages since there are so many different ethnicities living in the same place. so the language name is a headcanoned name that i will call Meteoran Creole.

two, the third language chrollo spoke was Jannan which was the mother tongue of the Gelman training tape and he had to reverse learn jannan through gelman since they are allegedly dialects of each other. that one i have proof is correct. go read chapter 395 i swear im not hallucinating all of this.

and another thing that got pointed out in another rb was that bono would probably speak the language of his people which i 100% agree with. i suspect he landed in meteor city and learned Meteoran Creole and then learned gelman.

thatd be so cute actually bono learning through the same tapes that chrollo and paku learned from.

#hxh #i made a mistake so here's the amendment #thank you random citizen i love you #also shows how good my reading comprehension is #its not good #or its sourcing from too many places

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transfemmbeatrice · 1 year ago

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Hunter x Hunter for the fandom ask meme

i’m not all the way through yet so i’m just basing this on being partway through the ants arc! also i’m on my phone so formatting is probably fucked

the first character i ever fell in love with: gon i think? extremely earnest protagonist isn’t usually my type but character who is oblivious and doesn’t get fucked over by it bc of how powerful they are is my favorite and he did that a lot in the beginning. also foiling bad guys by being too nice.

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: the closest i can think of is hisoka? i still love him but he’s. i would really prefer if he didn’t get horny about children but sometimes anime is just like that

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: i can’t think of anything? i am only ever adding more ships to my collection

my ultimate favorite character™: killua of course because i’m predictable. he’s sad!! and he’s learning that the world can have joy and love!!!

• prettiest character: there are so many banger character designs in this show is the thing. the first to mind was kurapika but there’s also chrollo and kastro. and of course hisoka.

• my most hated character: killua’s brother who is a fatphobic joke about being mean and eating food. my love to hate is definitely illumi.

my OTP: just the obvious gon and killua, and leorio and kurapika. i refuse to choose one over the other.

my NOTP: uh. hisoka/most people?? besides illumi i just don’t want to inflict that creep on anyone.

favorite episode: this is hard because i’ve been bingeing it so it all just runs together but the little mini arc at zoldyck mansion was incredible. i love canary and seeing killua’s family and how fucked up it all is

saddest death: i know he’s not 100% dead but kite was devastating

favorite season: greed island ig? i didn’t like it at first but ended up loving it. especially dodgeball.

least favorite season: heaven’s arena arc. i still liked it but it felt a little slow and the stakes weren’t super interesting to me.

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: i don’t really know the fandom takes but it doesn’t feel like i hate anyone controversial?

my 'you're piece of trash, but you're still a fave' fave: hisoka. hate that guy <3

my 'beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this' fave: i was going to say gon but he loves it actually so kurapika. he definitely deserves better, rooting for you king

my this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it' ship: i hate the like. wording and tone of this but after the last media club plus episode it’s tonpa/leorio lmao they deserve each other

my 'they're kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i'm not too invested' ship: kurapika and melody. i think i mostly love them as friends but korapika deserves a polycule tbh

#asked and answered #hunter x hunter #strangeite

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ratatouillewastakendammit · 6 months 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

Fic warnings: here

Next chapter

Find the whole story here

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.

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Oh I also have another idea. What about like reader is taking care of baby brother or just kid little brother with an s/o, you can either do mistaken for there kid or How it makes them think of having kids with One another. I’m not sure who to pick for this um. Illumi , feitan, kurapika? Chrollo ? Sorry I had the idea just not people 💜 you can choose

Hi, thank you for the ask! I always love your ideas btw! I'll stick to the characters you listed for the ask

Illumi, Feitan, Kurapika, Chrollo with a reader who takes care of their younger brother

Illumi

He definitely thinks you might be too nice to your younger brother but that's only because the way Illumi was brought up was very different. However, he does see that you care for your sibling a lot

Like you said, he would definitely think about having kids but he was probably thinking of that even before seeing you with your younger brother. Illumi's the type of person to be set on marrying the person he dates. He also definitely wants to keep the Zoldyck bloodline going, but seeing you so kind just did something to his heart that made that desire grow a bit more

He won't say it to you outright, but he will definitely ask more questions about how you take care of your younger sibling and things like you becoming a parent.

Illumi might want to help you take care of your brother but you might want to keep your sibling away from him haha. Illumi's more like his parents, and that means he probably thinks electricity training should be part of a daily routine :/

Overall he's sort of a family guy and definitely has moments where he daydreams about having kids. He won't tell you explicitly, but you can catch him staring at you while you take care of your younger sibling a lot

Feitan

He never thought about settling down mainly because of the troupe and how he has no confidence in himself as a responsible adult. However, seeing you with children made him his heart clench up a bit. It was so wholesome, something he's probably not that used to from his background

He'll never mention children with you, and he made it clear from the beginning of the relationship that he won't settle down. But that might change through some persuasion from you if you want

I feel like he wouldn't step close to your younger sibling because he thinks children are weird (though he likely has a soft spot for them) and because he thinks he'll end up hurting the kid instead.

Feitan has sort of like a bittersweet feeling, like a lost dream from his childhood in Meteor City, when seeing how caring you are. He feels like he's unworthy of you because of how much pain he's caused by his hands while for you it's like you're healing people. Of course, he'll never tell you this either

Feitan might bring up children once more when you two stop by at Meteor City, though he'll quickly say that he doesn't want children. If you look at his expression it won't be easy to tell if he's lying or not, but know that a part of him probably wants to have a family different from the troupe. Plus, the troupe would be overjoyed if they found out Feitan was a dad haha

Kurapika

He's never felt like he had time to think about children or settling down because of the revenge plot he's stuck in. Seeing you with children reminds him of a time long forgotten back in Lukso Province. There was a time he would help take care of the younger Kurtas and when he thought about what it would be like to have children, but now he tries to shake those thoughts out of his head

Some nights he might find himself on the verge of tears because of how much he misses the warmth of a family. He knows that he could give up on finding the last of the scarlet eyes and achieve that dream, he knows he can settle down with you and know you'll be a great parent by watching you with your younger brother. But a part of him can't do that, he's afraid

Kurapika's afraid that he might be wrong, that something horrible might happen or that he can't stop his revenge path. You might be able to convince him to slow down, but he's not confident in becoming a father after all he's been through

I feel like he would have no trouble taking care of your younger brother with you though. He's really good with children and can easily calm anyone down. Your sibling might get attached to Kurapika after a few visits and ask him to come by

Overall he's a bit similar to Feitan in not being confident in himself. He wants to go back to having something like a family but he doesn't know if he can take that path after what he's already started. He does think more about having children after being with you though and it's not a thought that disappears easily

Chrollo

He's sort of a romantic and he has a lot of daydreams. He might think about having children with you more than once, though the troupe's missions go first before anything to him on certain ocassions

When he sees the way you treat your younger brother, it reminds him of how he took care of younger kids in Meteor City. He was like an elder brother to a lot of people, and seeing how caring you are makes him feel a bit nostalgic and just makes him fall in love with you even more.

He definitely has a soft spot for children. He loves helping you out when your taking care of your younger sibling and your younger sibling will grow to like him too. Chrollo might have accidentally been called "dad" a few times haha.

Chrollo won't mention children to you a lot, but he might have asked once. When you asked him about having children, he won't say no but he also won't say he's looking to have any. However, being with you has made that question harder and harder to answer. He wants to see a future with him being a father from time to time, but with the way his troupe is set up and how there's a crazy magician looking for him at all times he doesn't know how it will work. He knows Meteor City is safe (at least in his point of view) so there is always a possibility

It's the idea of a family that makes Chrollo think about having children with you. He knows you will make a great parent just by seeing the way you treat others and especially your younger brother. He won't express it outwardly however

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