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arabella0001 · 7 days ago

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Unspoken Tension / Quiet Obsession (Illumi Zooldyck x Reader)

Unspoken Tension / Quiet Obsession

Pairing; Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

Anime: Hunter x Hunter

Synopsis:A woman with secrets, a man with control. Illumi Zoldyck finds her, and their silence lingers with something unspoken.

Warnings: slow burn, dark themes, rough sex, fingering, comfort in Illumi's way

You’ve always kept to the edges, moving through life unnoticed. You’ve had your share of battles—physical and otherwise—and learned early that blending in was as important as any skill. Your past is a blur, just fragments you’ve pieced together, like a puzzle you can’t quite finish. In the shadows, you thrive, and that’s enough for now.

There’s always been a quiet certainty that when the time comes, you'll be ready. You’re waiting for something, though you can’t say what—maybe a clue, or someone who knows more about you than you do. Tonight, it’s just another evening, another bar, another meet-up. But your instincts tell you something’s off.

The bar was shrouded in shadows, the faint flicker of a red neon sign casting eerie shapes on the cracked floor. You pushed through the heavy door, the creak of its hinges slicing through the muffled hum of conversation. The smoky air wrapped around you like a warning, but you ignored it, your heels clicking softly as you approached the bar.

Two men sat at the far end of the bar, framed by the flickering light. One of them lounged lazily, a grin stretched across his lips—Hisoka. Beside him, the other man sat perfectly still, an eerie contrast to Hisoka’s theatrics. Illumi who absentmindedly wrapped his hair around his finger while Hisoka teased him, clearly enjoying the moment.

Illumi’s needle hung from his robe as usual, while his other hand rested casually on his knee, ever ready to strike if necessary.

“Illumi, don’t be so dull. Where’s the fun in that?” Hisoka chuckled, looking amused.

“Be quiet, before I make you” Illumi replied, rolling his eyes in annoyance, still sipping his drink.

Hisoka’s gaze snapped to you almost instantly when he sense your nen, knowing exactly that you are Y/N, his grin unfurling like a blade hidden in silk. He adjusted his suit jacket with deliberate flair, the faint gleam in his eyes hinting at both curiosity and danger.

‘Well, well, look what we have here,’ he purred, stepping toward you with unsettling grace.”

“A lovely lady, all alone and ripe for the picking.”

He extended his hand towards you, offering it with a gentlemanly air, though a glint of mischief danced in his eyes. Illumi remained seated, his gaze flicking between you and Hisoka, his needle twitching slightly, as though he were anticipating whatever might happen next.

You raised an eyebrow at Hisoka’s bold approach, your crimson lips curling into a smirk. A small part of you felt uncertain—there was something about this situation that didn’t sit right. “And just what do you think you're 'picking'?” you asked, your voice calm, but with an edge of challenge. Despite the unease creeping at the back of your mind, you accepted his hand.

Hisoka's grin widened at your firm handshake, a spark of amusement lighting up his eyes. “Oh, my dear, I’m not sure yet. But I have a feeling you’re going to make this evening very... interesting,” he said, leaning in a bit closer, his voice turning husky. “Care to join me and my friend for a drink? We can discuss the possibilities.”

Meanwhile, Illumi remained passive, watching the exchange with interest. His eyes flickered between you and Hisoka, seemingly impassive. His needle quivered faintly as though waiting for the right moment to strike. When your gaze met his, Illumi simply studied you with his trademark unreadable expression, the coolness of his stare sending a chill through the air.

Your eyes lingered on the Illumi’s needle, his cold presence making your pulse quicken. There was something unsettling about the stillness in his posture—it was like he was watching you with the precision of a predator. A chill ran down your spine, and despite the intrigue it sparked, you couldn’t deny the sense of danger radiating from him. Your heart beat a little faster, the unease creeping up on you, yet you couldn’t look away.

“You seem... interesting,” Hisoka said playfully, glancing over at Illumi with a mischievous glint. “Our friend here looks like he’s already sizing you up. No need to worry about him,” he added, with a wink.

You turned to Illumi, your gaze steady, though you felt a slight unease at his intense observation. The silence between you two was thick with unspoken tension. His presence was imposing, yet you couldn’t look away.

“Well now,” you said, breaking the silence. “A drink won’t hurt.”

You slid into the stool next to Illumi, crossing your legs and leaning back slightly, still feeling his piercing gaze on you.

Hisoka clapped his hands together clearly pleased with your response. “Excellent choice! Another round for us, bartender,” he called, signaling for more drinks.

Illumi remained silent, his posture relaxed but alert. He regarded you with the same intense focus, his gaze sharp, as if assessing you on some deeper level.

“So, tell me” Hisoka said, returning to his seat beside you after collecting the drinks. “What brings a stunning woman like yourself to a place like this? Looking for adventure, perhaps?” Hisoka’s question was light, but the underlying curiosity was clear.

You took a slow sip of your drink, never breaking eye contact with Illumi. His attention was making you feel uneasy, but you stayed composed. You couldn’t help but wonder: why was he playing with that needle? What was his deal?

After a moment, you turned to Hisoka, offering him a small, confident smile. “Just passing through, waiting for a friend,” you replied smoothly, your voice calm but with a hint of mystery. “What about you two?”

Hisoka chuckled, sipping from his own glass. “Just enjoying the finer things in life: good company, fine liquor,” he said, winking at you playfully. “Perhaps a little entertainment, if you’re in the mood.”

Illumi, on the otherhand, didn’t respond verbally. He simply tilted his head slightly, studying you with a gaze that felt as though he were trying to see through you. The needle twitched once more, drawing lazy circles in the air, as if testing the limits of the tension between you.

The silence stretched on, uncomfortable, until Illumi finally spoke. “Your friend had better hurry,” he said, his voice cold and flat. “This isn’t a safe place for someone like you to linger.”

His words were cryptic, but there was an edge to them, something that made your skin prickle.

You glanced at Illumi, your eyes narrowing. “Someone like me?” you asked, not sure if you were being threatened or warned. Hisoka, sensing the tension, stepped in to break the silence.

“Now, now, let’s not jump to conclusions,” he said with a soft chuckle, placing a calming hand on Illumi’s shoulder. “Our guest seems perfectly capable of handling yourself. Aren’t you, Y/N?”

Hisoka’s tone was light, but there was a subtle edge beneath the words, as though he, too, were aware of the growing competition for your attention.

You noticed the way Hisoka’s touch on Illumi’s shoulder seemed both friendly and possessive. It was clear they had some sort of complicated relationship, and you were caught in the middle of it. But what caught your attention, is that they know your name, but you decide not to speak about it.

You raised an eyebrow at Illumi’s comment, trying to keep your cool despite the unease settling in your chest. “I’m not sure I understand. Are you perhaps… threatening me?” you whispered, your voice steady, even though the tension in the room was making your heart race.

Illumi’s lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. “Threaten you? Oh, no. I'm merely offering... a warning.” he purred, his tone oozing with condescension. “Consider it a courtesy.”

Hisoka quickly intervened, his voice soothing. “Pay him no mind, Y/N. My friend there speaks in riddles sometimes. It’s just his way of showing interest.”

Despite Hisoka’s attempt to downplay the situation, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something more complicated was at play here.

You looked at Illumi’s mocking smile, the chill creeping up your spine at his tone. You turned back to Hisoka, trying to ease the tension. “I’m not sure I buy that,” you murmured to yourself, then smiled at Hisoka, attempting to lighten the mood. “But thanks for the intervention.”

Hisoka chuckled, clearly unfazed by the tension. “Ah, always so perceptive, aren’t you?” He raised his glass in a toast. “To new acquaintances and the intriguing games we play, hmm?”

The tension between the three of you remained thick in the air. Illumi leaned back in his seat, watching you intently, his needle still tracing lazy patterns in the air.

“So, what do you do for a living?” you asked, trying to shift the focus back to Hisoka. You could feel his eyes flickering over you, sensing your curiosity.

Hisoka grinned, clearly pleased by the question. “Oh, I dabble in many pursuits,” he said. “Collecting rare artifacts, attending underground fights, savoring exquisite cuisine...” He paused, letting the words hang in the air for dramatic effect. “And occasionally, I provide a... more exclusive form of entertainment for those who know how to appreciate certain... unique talents.”

His words were playful, but there was a sense of pride in them, as if he relished in his dangerous lifestyle.

As you turned to Illumi, you could feel the weight of his silent gaze. His presence was suffocating, and you sensed the layers of his mystery, but he didn’t respond.

“What about your friend?” you asked, your tone casual, but with a trace of challenge. The air between you two thickened.

Hisoka’s grin widened, but he avoided giving you a direct answer. “Illumi here is a man of many talents,” he said vaguely. “He has a... certain calling in life.”

Before you could ask more, Illumi stood up abruptly, the scraping of his chair on the floor making you tense.

“Enough idle chatter,” he said coldly. “If you’re done prattling, perhaps our host has something more stimulating in store for us.”

He turned and began to walk toward the exit, leaving an unsettling silence in his wake. You watched him leave, feeling a mix of relief and confusion. His mention of a "host" caught you off guard. Who was he talking about? The way he spoke suggested something far more serious than a casual meeting, but you couldn't place the connection yet.

“Well, that was certainly an interesting introduction,” you said to Hisoka, trying to shrug off the discomfort.

Hisoka chuckled, unbothered by Illumi’s abrupt exit. “Yes, Illumi can be a bit... intense,” he said. “But don’t worry, he means no harm... unless provoked.”

Hisoka leaned closer to you, his breath warm against your ear. “I find your reaction to him quite fascinating,” he said, his voice low and intimate. “You’re more than just a pretty face, aren’t you?”

You turned your gaze back to Hisoka, intrigued by his words, but still uncertain of where this night would lead.

“Well, I've faced worse than his eccentric personality,” you smile jokingly.

Hisoka’s grin widened, clearly amused by your bravery. “Is that so? I’d love to hear more about these ‘worse’ encounters of yours. Perhaps over dinner, hmm?”

He signaled the bartender for another round of drinks. As they waited for their refreshments, Hisoka continued to regale you with outrageous tales of his adventures, each one more bizarre and captivating than the last.

Meanwhile, Illumi re-entered the bar, his expression as inscrutable as ever. He slid onto the stool next to you, his presence subtly overwhelming. Despite the physical space between you, you couldn’t escape the weight of his gaze, as if he were silently dissecting your every movement.

You glanced at him as he returned, going back to the host he’d mentioned earlier—but of course, you had no idea what he meant by that. There was something about the way he had said it, a certain expectation, as if his presence here was tied to more than just a casual meeting.

You noticed Hisoka’s quick, subtle gesture when Illumi sat down—a nearly imperceptible nod, as if confirming something without words. It didn’t escape your attention, but you couldn’t quite place its significance.

“Okay, I’m done,” you say calmly, though clearly irritated. “Do you have a problem?” you ask, looking at Illumi, bracing yourself for whatever might come next.

Illumi’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, his expression unreadable. However, there was no sign of anger or aggression in his demeanor. Instead, he tilted his head and studied you with a curious, almost intrigued look.

“Problem?” he repeated in a low, measured voice. “Hardly. I simply find your... audacity rather intriguing. Most would have fled in terror at the sight of me, yet here you stand, unflinching.”

He leaned back in his stool, his posture relaxed, but his gaze never strayed from you. “Tell me, what drives someone like you to face danger so directly? Is it bravery, stupidity, or perhaps something else?”

The question lingered, heavy with a subtle menace. Illumi’s gaze pierced into you, as if trying to read something in you only you could answer. Hisoka observed the interaction, clearly fascinated, eager to see how you’d handle Illumi's probing.

You took a deep breath, trying to remain composed despite Illumi's unrelenting stare.

“It’s none of your business,” you respond firmly. “And... why should I be terrified of you?” you meet his gaze without flinching, even though your heart races slightly faster.

Illumi’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile at your defiance. “Brave words,” he murmured softly. “We’ll see how long they last.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing against your wrist in a fleeting, chilling touch. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of disgust and morbid fascination. “Perhaps I should demonstrate just how terrifying I can be,” he purred, his voice carrying a dark, unsettling promise.

Before you could react, Hisoka placed a hand lightly on Illumi's shoulder, his voice a smooth contrast to Illumi’s ominous tone. “Now, now, let’s not scare off our lovely guest just yet,” he chided, a playful edge in his words.

Turning to you, Hisoka flashed that signature, teasing grin. You quickly pull your arm away from Illumi’s touch, a sense of unease growing in your chest. Your heartbeat quickens, his aura undeniably dangerous, but there’s also something about him that draws you in. Still, the feeling of being unsettled and annoyed lingers.

“Thanks for the intervention,” you say to Hisoka, giving him a brief but grateful look while keeping your attention fixed on Illumi. “But I think I’ll leave now.” You stand, meeting Illumi’s intense gaze one last time.

Hisoka rose to his feet with a sweeping bow. “A pleasure, You. I do hope our paths cross again, though perhaps next time in less... tense circumstances.”

As you made your way to the door, Illumi remained seated, his gaze unwavering as he watched your every movement. “Until next time” he whispered, his voice carrying a dangerous promise.

Once you exited the bar, Hisoka whistled lowly. “Quite the spark between you two,” he said, his eyes flicking to Illumi. “I hope you can handle the flames to come.” Illumi remained silent, watching the door with a slight, unreadable tilt of his head. A faint, almost imperceptible flicker of something crossed his face—perhaps a mix of interest and calculation—but he didn’t comment. Hisoka smirked, sensing the night was far from over.

You stepped outside into the cool evening air, the wind brushing against your face. Your thoughts raced with everything that had happened—Illumi, Hisoka, the odd tension that hung in the air between the three of you. Something about them—about him—kept you intrigued, despite everything telling you to stay away.

The following days passed in a haze. Between training your Nen and trying to keep your mind focused, the encounter with Illumi and Hisoka lingered at the back of your thoughts. You went through your routines, honing your skills in the solitude of your own space, but a nagging thought kept surfacing: Could this strange connection with them somehow serve your ultimate goal?

Your instincts told you to stay cautious, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the beginning of something much larger.

That night, just as you were about to slip into restless sleep, a knock at your door shattered the silence. Your heart raced, pulse quickening with anticipation. Hesitant, you approached the door, peeking through the peephole. A shadow loomed outside.

"Illumi?" you whisper, barely above a breath.The knocking continues, more insistent this time.

You hesitate, every instinct telling you to stay safe. Yet, curiosity overwhelms you. Slowly, you open the door just a crack.When you see Illumi standing there, you freeze for a moment, unsure what to do. Part of you wants to slam the door shut, but the other part... is intrigued.

"How do you know where I live?" you ask, your voice a little more uncertain than you'd like to admit. "What are you doing here?" You keep your gaze locked on him, your body on alert.

Illumi steps inside without waiting for an invitation, closing the door softly behind him. In the dim light, his presence feels almost suffocating—like a predator watching its prey.

"You shouldn't be surprised," he murmurs smoothly, his voice like silk. "In our world, secrets aren't hard to uncover. Especially when someone as... captivating as you is involved."

He steps closer, his proximity sending a ripple of heat through your body. The danger in his every move is undeniable.

"I came to extend an invitation," he says, his voice low, mesmerizing. "Tomorrow night. A private gathering. It will be... an experience you won't forget."

You swallow, trying to hold your ground as his gaze locks onto yours. His presence, so close, sends an electric current running through your skin, leaving you with a chilling sense of unease—and, for some reason, something else.

"I don't think so," you respond, trying to keep your composure. "I don't trust you yet to accept an invitation from someone like you."

Illumi’s lips twitch into a small, calculating smile as he watches you. His gaze is cold, yet there’s something predatory in it. "That’s precisely why you should consider it," he says, his voice low and steady. He reaches forward, his fingers grazing the side of your face with eerie precision, his touch cold yet deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine.

"We’re not used to being dismissed," he continues, his voice unwavering and cold, yet there’s an underlying intensity. "Especially by someone with potential. Consider it a test—a way to prove you’re worth our attention. A challenge, if you will."

He leans in slightly, his breath cold against your ear. "If you prove yourself, the rewards may outweigh the risk," he says, his voice steady but carrying an unsettling weight. He pulls back, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he turns to leave. "Until tomorrow night. Don’t take too long."

You watch him leave, your heart still pounding in your chest, the intensity of his presence lingering in the air. You hate that your body responded the way it did. Part of you feels intimidated, but there's also an undeniable temptation, a pull you can't seem to shake.

The next day, you're pacing your apartment, anxiety gnawing at you. The offer, the invitation, the mystery—it's all too much to ignore. Despite your better judgment, you're drawn to the dangerous allure of Illumi and Hisoka. By the time the sun sets, you've made up your mind.

You arrive at the mansion on the outskirts of town. The eerie quiet of the place sends a chill down your spine, but your curiosity pushes you forward. Inside, you spot Illumi waiting for you, his piercing gaze immediately locking onto yours.

"Well, well," he drawls, his voice like velvet. "Look who decided to join us. I must say, I'm impressed."

You stand tall, despite the nervous flutter in your stomach, meeting his gaze with a steely resolve. "Impressed by what exactly?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "I must admit, I find your... choices somewhat intriguing." You don’t dare voice your true thoughts, though a part of you feels the pull of his presence.

Illumi chuckles softly, a sound that sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. "Oh, my dear," he purrs, his eyes dark with quiet amusement as he circles around you, "it’s not just my... choices that draw you in, is it?" His voice is smooth, dangerous, a predator’s calm before the hunt. "It’s the power I carry, the silent threat, the allure of what lies beneath the surface."

He steps even closer, so close you can feel the heat of his presence. Stopping behind you, he leans in, his breath grazing your ear. "But don’t worry," he murmurs, his fingers cold as they gently cup your chin, turning your head to face him. "I won’t hold it against you. In fact, I find your boldness... rather intriguing."

With a deliberate motion, he guides your chin to face him fully. His cold fingers send a shiver through you, contrasting with the warmth of his breath against your skin. "Shall we proceed?" he asks, his voice low, commanding, almost hypnotic.

You try to hold your ground, though it’s hard not to react to his proximity, to the way he takes control of the space between you. "Let’s get this over with," you say, your voice betraying a hint of unease, though you strive to sound unaffected. "Lead the way."

Illumi's grip tightens slightly, a silent reminder not to challenge him further. "As you wish," he responds, releasing your chin with a fluid motion before stepping back.

He leads you down the mansion’s corridors, each step echoing through the vast, silent halls. When you reach a heavy door, guarded by silent figures, Illumi unlocks it with a key, revealing the eerie blue light spilling from within.

"Welcome to our little sanctuary," Illumi announces. "Inside awaits an experience beyond your wildest imagination."

You step inside hesitantly, immediately feeling the weight of the atmosphere. The air is thick, pulsing with an almost tangible energy, and the blue light casts an ethereal glow over everything.

"What is this place?" you ask, your voice tight with uncertainty. "And who else is here?" You glance around, sensing eyes on you from the shadows, though you can’t make anyone out.

Illumi senses your unease and speaks with a calm, almost possessive tone. "This is a sanctum for those who appreciate the finer things in life," he explains, guiding you deeper into the room. "The company is... eclectic. But don’t worry, they mean no harm... for now."

He looks at you, his gaze unreadable. "As for the others, let's just say you've caught the attention of some very... interesting individuals." He places a hand on the small of your back, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "We’ve been discussing the possibility of adding you to our little family."

Your breath catches. "Family?" you repeat, your voice wavering slightly. "I don’t even know what you do. I’m not sure I’m interested in joining your... family."

You glance around again, noticing how the shadows seem to shift, as if alive, watching you.

Illumi’s grip on your back tightens, his voice low and cold. "Oh, you’re already a part of it, whether you like it or not," he says, his tone calm yet firm. "Once you've crossed paths with us, there’s no turning back."

He leads you to a raised dais at the center of the room, motioning for you to sit. "Sit," he commands. "Now."

You obey, though the feeling in the room only grows heavier, more oppressive.

From the shadows, Hisoka emerges, a wicked grin on his face as he looks you over. "Well, well, look at our little bird perched so prettily," he says, his voice dripping with dark amusement. His gaze shifts to Illumi. "She looks like she belongs here, don't you think?"

You feel a shiver of dread as Hisoka's gaze locks onto you, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Part of you feels threatened, yet the way Illumi stands near you, his eyes fixed on Hisoka with a certain quiet possessiveness, makes you feel... somewhat protected.

Hisoka steps closer, his grin widening. "In a world full of mediocrity, we seek out the extraordinary," he says with a mocking tone. "And you, my dear, are a rare gem indeed."

Before you can respond, Illumi places a hand on Hisoka’s shoulder, signaling for him to stop. "Enough games," he says quietly, but with an edge to his voice. He turns back to you, his demeanor shifting to something more serious, yet still oddly intimate. "We’re not merely what people assume us to be. We are... curators of chaos, seekers of the sublime."

You listen to his words carefully, still trying to wrap your mind around everything. You're intrigued, but more than a little scared. There's so much you don't understand.

"So, what is it you want from me?" you ask, voice barely above a whisper. "What is your game? What are you, assassins?" You joke, but oh dear, their gaze tells you everything, and you freeze, realizing the truth of their job.

Illumi’s smile grew, a thin, calculating line that didn’t reach his eyes. "Assassins, mercenaries, enforcers—labels are irrelevant when you're dealing with the best of the best," he said, his voice a low purr. "We’re not concerned with ownership; we’re more interested in partnership."

Hisoka snorted, his grin widening. "Partnership implies equality, sweetheart, and you're nowhere near our level. But don’t worry, we’ll bring you up to speed."

Illumi placed a hand on your knee, his touch surprisingly gentle considering the deadly nature of their profession. "Think of it this way—you'll be part of an elite circle, operating on the fringes of society. No ordinary life for you anymore, my dear. Just the thrill of the unknown, the rush of adrenaline in the face of danger..."

Your heart pounds in your chest as you realize they are indeed assassins, and it troubles you more than you intended. You feel in danger here—there’s no way out. The mansion is full of people waiting for you to join their group, but... why?

As you overthink, staring at them intently, you suddenly realize something that terrifies you. You've heard of an assassin family—the Zoldycks—and you can't help but ask, a tremor running through you.

"Illumi... what's your full name?" You look at him, hoping for honesty, feeling tense and drawn to this dangerous man, almost seeking his comfort despite the fear bubbling inside you.

Illumi’s smile widened, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Ah, you've done your research," he purred, leaning in closer to you. "My full name is Illumi Zoldyck."

He watched your reaction intently, savoring the shock on your face. "Yes, I come from a long lineage of assassins," he continued, his voice low and hypnotic. I’m the shadow that moves unseen, the force that shapes outcomes without lifting a finger. I’m a master of control, an architect of fate—everything I touch bends to my will."

Hisoka chuckled darkly, interjecting, "And a total psycho, if you ask me." Illumi shot him a withering glare, but then focused back on you.

"But enough about us," Illumi said, his tone shifting to a more intimate cadence.

Your eyes widen at the revelation, a chill running down your spine. You knew about the Zoldycks, but never thought you would meet one, especially not one so close to you right now.

"A Zoldyck..." You mutter under your breath, trying to process the new information. You look at him, feeling a mix of fear and fascination as you’re drawn to him. "Why do you need me to be part of... your group?"

Illumi doesn't answer directly about your role in the organization, but he can’t help but feel drawn to you in a way his family wouldn't approve of. Though cold and calculating on the surface, there's something different when it comes to you. He won’t show this weakness, of course.

Illumi leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he regarded you with an unreadable expression. " Let’s just say... you’ll fit nicely into the framework we’re building. There’s always a place for the right person."," he replied cryptically.

Hisoka, ever the provocateur, couldn’t resist inserting himself into the conversation. "Yeah, she's got the spark, the fire in your belly. We could mold your into something truly exceptional."

Illumi’s gaze flicked to Hisoka, a warning glint in his eye before returning to you. "Of course, it’s not just about our needs. We believe you have potential—a latent talent waiting to be unleashed."

Hisoka paused, studying your reactions closely. "So, what do you say, my dear? Are you ready to embrace your destiny and become part of our little family?"

You swallow, feeling like a pawn in a game you don't fully understand. The allure of power, of being part of something bigger than yourself, is undeniable.

"I... I’ll think about it," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, torn between fear and curiosity. You can't tear your eyes away from Illumi.

Hisoka, ever the provocateur, couldn’t resist inserting himself into the conversation. "Oh, my, you're torn between fear and curiosity? How delicious! I can't wait to see what you’ll choose... or maybe I just want to watch you squirm."

Illumi’s gaze flicked to Hisoka, a warning glint flashing briefly in his eyes before returning to you. There was an undeniable intensity in the way he looked at you, like he was considering you, weighing you, perhaps even contemplating something more. "Of course, it’s not just about our needs. We believe you have potential—a latent talent waiting to be unleashed."

Illumi rose from his seat, towering over you, his eyes boring into yours. "I’ll give you time until tomorrow night."

Afterward, you head home, your mind consumed by everything that happened. As you think, your thoughts drift to Illumi.

As you departed, Hisoka called after you, his voice echoing through the mansion's grand halls. "Don’t take too long, darling! We’re eager to see what you'll become!"

Illumi, meanwhile, remained standing, his piercing gaze following you until you disappeared from view. Once alone, he allowed himself a fleeting moment of introspection, his thoughts drifting to the enigmatic woman he had encountered.

Despite his usual composure, there was an unfamiliar warmth simmering within him, a sensation he couldn’t quite define. Illumi pushed the feeling aside, focusing instead on the task at hand—molding you into the perfect asset for their organization.

The next evening, as planned, Illumi awaited your arrival, his demeanor as cool and collected as ever.

You arrive at the mansion, nervous and troubled by the decision you just made. As you step inside, you see Illumi standing there, looking calm and collected as always. Your heartbeat quickens.

Illumi greeted you with a nod, his eyes assessing your appearance and demeanor. "You've decided, then?" he asked matter-of-factly, his voice devoid of emotion. "Come, let's discuss the details of your new role."

Without awaiting a response, Illumi turned abruptly, his movements deliberate and fluid as he led you deeper into the mansion. His steps echoed in the silent corridors, and you couldn't help but feel the weight of his presence, like he was drawing you into a world you weren't sure you were ready for. The maze of corridors felt endless, each turn more isolating than the last.

"I assume you have some experience with combat, " Illumi said, his voice low, almost assessing. His gaze lingered on you for a moment too long, a subtle but deliberate scrutiny. "We'll start with a physical test. I want to see what you're capable of. "

As Illumi finished speaking, the door creaked open behind you, and Hisoka leaned in casually, his grin widening as he sized you up. 'Well, well,' he purred, 'Let’s see if our recruit lives up to the Zoldyck legacy. "

Following Illumi, your pulse quickens, a mix of nervousness and something else, something unfamiliar. The door to the training room swings open, and the cold gleam of weapons lining the walls hits you like a slap. This was no ordinary training facility—it was a shrine to death, and you were about to become a part of it.

I... yes, I have some combat experience,' you reply, trying to sound confident, but your voice betrays a hint of uncertainty. His gaze, slow and deliberate, traces over you—making you feel both exposed and oddly... seen. You force yourself to stand tall, though your heart races under the weight of his scrutiny.

You notice Hisoka observing you with keen interest, his grin widening as he watches your interaction with Illumi.

With a deep breath, you brace yourself, feeling Illumi’s eyes still on you, studying, calculating. His nod is almost imperceptible, yet his gaze remains sharp and intense, like a predator’s. 'Let’s start with something simple—agility, reflexes. Show me what you can do.' His words, though neutral, hang heavy in the air, a silent challenge."

He pointed to the obstacles ahead—hurdles, balance beams, pendulums swinging with mechanical precision. 'Your task is simple,' Illumi said, his voice calm but firm, 'Cross without making a mistake. Only the ground should feel your weight. Understood?'"

Before you could respond, Hisoka chimed in, "And remember, sweetie, speed and precision are key! Show us what you're made of!"

Illumi glanced at Hisoka, his expression a sharp mix of annoyance and something else—something colder. But he didn’t waste words. His gaze snapped back to you, every ounce of his attention now fixed on your every move. "On my count," he instructed, raising his hand. "Three... two... one..."

You nod, taking a moment to observe the obstacles before you. Your mind races with strategies and tactics, trying to decide the best approach.

As Illumi starts counting down, you spring into action, moving swiftly across the floor. You leap over the hurdles, balancing carefully on the narrow beams, and dodging the swinging pendulums with quick reflexes.

Halfway through, you feel a surge of adrenaline, pushing you to move even faster. With a final leap, you land safely on the ground, panting lightly.

Wiping the sweat from your brow, you look up at Illumi and Hisoka waiting.

Illumi watched your performance with a critical eye, noting your speed, agility, and overall technique. When you finished, he gave a slight nod of approval. "Not bad. You managed to complete the course without major errors."

Hisoka, on the otherhand, was practically bouncing with excitement, clapping his hands togetyour gleefully. "Bravo, bravo! What a delightful display of athleticism! I must say, I'm thoroughly impressed."

Illumi raised an eyebrow at his friend's exuberance but turned his attention back to you. "Next, we'll assess your marksmanship skills. Follow me."

Without a word, Illumi turned, leading you to a shooting range tucked in a quiet corner of the room. The stark silence of the space was almost oppressive, broken only by the faint sound of your breath. 'Prove your worth,' he said coldly, 'Handguns, rifles, knives. Show me what you can do.

You follow Illumi to the shooting range, feeling a mix of confidence and trepidation. You’ve handled guns before, but not in a formal setting like this. Nodding, you select a handgun first. Illumi helps you check the weight and grip before you aim at the target, his touch on your hand making you unfocused for a second. Taking a deep breath, you squeeze the trigger, hitting the center of the bullseye. Next, you move on to the rifle, your aim steady and true as you fire off round after round, each bullet finding its mark except one. Finally, you pick up a knife, flipping it expertly between your fingers before demonstrating your throwing skills. The blade embeds itself in the wood of the target.

Illumi observed your performance with a calculating gaze, his expression unreadable. When you completed the tests, he stepped closer, inspecting the target results.

"Decent accuracy with the handgun and rifle," he remarked, "but room for improvement. That stray shot could’ve been fatal in a real-world scenario."

Hisoka, however, seemed entirely unbothered by the minor flaw. "Pfft, a single miss? Hardly a concern, darling! With practice, you’ll be hitting your marks every time."

Turning to you, Illumi continued, "Your knife work is satisfactory, though perhaps a bit flashy for our purposes. We prefer subtlety and efficiency in our assassins."

He paused, studying you intently. "Overall, you demonstrate potential, but you still lack the polish and discipline required for our organization."

You listen to Illumi's critique, a small part of you stung by the criticism, but you push that aside, focusing on his words of guidance instead.

"Okay." You nodded. His cold, enigmatic demeanor makes you so aware of your surroundings.

Illumi's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he nodded curtly. "Very well. We'll continue your training tomorrow. For now, rest and prepare yourself mentally for the challenges ahead."

With that, he turned and wanting to leave, leaving you alone with Hisoka. The latter grinned at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don’t worry about old Illi’s harsh words, sweetheart. He’s just trying to whip you into shape."

Hisoka sauntered closer, his presence overwhelming in its intensity. "I, on the otherhand, think you’re perfect just the way you are. Though I do hope you’ll indulge me in a few... extracurricular activities tonight."

He leaned in, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "I have a feeling you’d look stunning drenched in blood."

With that, Illumi shot Hisoka a glare, making him leave. Hisoka already knows that his friend Illumi is interested in you, but he doesn’t say it directly. Illumi doesn’t understand why he’s drawn to you—the cold, calculating, and emotionless man on the surface. He can’t help but make you squirm and tease you in his own way, but he mostly focuses on the mission ahead.

Illumi’s glare held a clear warning, and Hisoka knew better than to push furtyour. With a playful smirk, he bowed mockingly before turning on his heel and departing, leaving you alone once more with the enigmatic assassin leader.

Illumi returned his attention to you, his expression unreadable. "Tomorrow, we will focus on strategic thinking and adaptability. Be prepared to face unpredictable scenarios."

Without another word, he dismissed you, his actions as abrupt as they were efficient. As you exited the training room, you couldn't shake the sensation that Illumi's interest in you went beyond mere professionalism—but the cryptic nature of their interactions left you unsure how to interpret his intentions.

Later that night, Illumi entered your quarters without awaiting an invitation, his usual composed façade slipping for the briefest moment as he took in your appearance. The fleeting flash of desire in his eyes earlier seemed to intensify in this intimate setting, and despite his attempts to suppress it, he couldn’t ignore the pull.

"I trust you're resting adequately," he stated, his voice low and measured. "Tomorrow, we'll be engaging in close-quarters combat drills. Your agility serves you well, but you must learn to harness your strength more effectively."

As he spoke, Illumi’s gaze roamed over your form, lingering just a moment longer than necessary, his eyes tracing the curves of your body beneath your attire. The air between you thickened, heavy with an unspoken tension. It was a strange feeling, as though his usually tight control was slipping—something more primal simmered beneath the surface.

"Remember," his voice trailed off, his eyes still lingering on you as he tried to steady his breath. You can practically feel the heat radiating from his body as he stands closer, his presence overwhelming in the small space.

You swallow, trying to maintain composure under his intense gaze. His voice is cold and calculated, but you can’t ignore the thrill that runs through you at the sound of it. You nod, acknowledging his instructions about the upcoming training session.

The air between you both feels electric, charged with something neityour of you can fully control. As Illumi draws closer, his proximity seems to suffocate you, making it harder to breathe. Your senses heighten as he stands just a little too close, a small distance remaining between you—but not enough to ignore the intensity of his presence.

Illumi’s internal struggle was evident. His disciplined assassin’s mind was still sharp, but it was no match for the growing pull of his desires. He had been raised to control everything, to compartmentalize every part of himself—sexuality included. Yet, for some reason, you seemed to be different. This thought frustrated him; he couldn’t allow such feelings to complicate matters. But even as he thought this, his body betrayed him.

Illumi’s gaze darkened as his fingers tightened at his sides. He clenched his jaw, struggling to maintain control.

"Illumi...?" You look at him, hating yourself for the way your body seems to lean toward him. His presence is consuming, and despite your attempts to fight it, you find yourself wanting him closer.

Illumi’s resolve cracked under the weight of his desires, his stoic mask slipping away. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he closed the space between you, his hands reaching out to pull you flush against his hardened body. His touch was rough, possessive.

"You should not intrigue me so," he hissed, his breath hot against your ear. "It complicates things unnecessarily."

But despite his words, his hands remained on you, his fingers pressing possessively into your waist, his body hard against yours. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable, an animalistic hunger he could no longer suppress.

Your breath caught in your throat as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you tightly against his muscular frame. The danger he embodies is palpable, but it only draws you closer, your body betraying your better judgment. You can feel the pulse of his heartbeat, the heat radiating from him, and yet, you can’t pull away.

His words, laced with frustration and desire, hung heavy in the air. You can sense the internal battle he’s fighting, the need to keep control clashing with something far more primal. You can practically feel the tension between you, the undeniable pull that neityour of you wants to acknowledge.

"I could say the same thing," you whisper, your voice barely audible, yet the words seem to carry a weight of their own.

Illumi’s grip tightened on you, his thumbs brushing along the sensitive skin of your lower back as he ground his body against yours. "Then perhaps we should indulge in these... complications," he purred, his voice dripping with dark promise.

With swift, practiced movements, he spun you around, pinning you against the wall. His lips crashed onto yours in a fierce, demanding kiss. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, claiming you with a ferocity that left you breathless. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve, every inch of you as though he couldn’t get enough.

The intensity of his passion overwhelmed you, leaving you gasping for air. You clung to him, returning his kiss with equal desperation, lost in the whirlwind of sensations, pleasure, and danger that only he could provide.

You gasp as Illumi’s kiss deepens, his dominance taking over as he pulls you closer, his movements quick and forceful. The danger and excitement mix within you, the fear of what might happen next blending with a yearning you can’t deny.

His skilled tongue dances with yours, igniting a fire within you that spreads throughout your entire being, you moan softly into the kiss, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations. Ilumi's hands explore your body with a hunger that mirrors your own, leaving trails of tingling pleasure in their wake, you arch into his touch, craving more of his intoxicating caresses.

Illumi's lips left yours, trailing scorching kisses along your jawline and down the column of your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin as he nipped and sucked at the tender flesh.

One hand slid beneath your shirt, palming the soft mound of your breast as he continued his assault on your senses. His thumb flicked over your nipple, coaxing it to peak before pinching gently, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips.

"We shouldn't rush this," Illumi breathed, his hot exhalation fanning across your damp skin. "But I fear my restraint is wearing thin." His fingers deftly unfastened your pants, sliding inside to stroke the slick heat of your core. "Tell me to stop, if you dare."

You barely register the sound of your pants being undone until his fingers slip inside, stroking your already drenched folds, making your knees buckle slightly, you can believe this the composed assassin Illumi you know, but you can’t help but feel aroused by him/

Illumi's fingers delved deeper, curling inside you to stroke your inner walls with a practiced ease that belied his typically reserved nature, his voice a low rumble filled with dark satisfaction. "Your body knows exactly what it craves, doesn't it?"

As he spoke, he added a second finger, stretching and filling your with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The wet sounds of their intimacy mingled with your ragged breathing, creating a lewd symphony that only served to fuel Illumi's desire. Though Illumi was never one for excessive words, but in this moment, he can’t help, his voice brough

"You should see yourself now," he whispered, his eyes locked onto yours as he worked your tighter. "So compliant, so eager for more. It's almost...beautiful." With a sudden twist of his wrist, he found that secret spot deep within your, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

You cry out, unable to contain the intense pleasure, your back arches. The way he is so talkative, speaks so confident, so hynoptic, sends a thrill through you, even as a part of you wonders how he can be so bold, so unashamed of his desires.

“Illumi…” you gasp as you grind further on you his hand.

"Yes?" Illumi purred, his fingers never ceasing their relentless pace as he sought to unravel you completely. "What is it you desire, little assassin? Speak, and I might grant your request."

He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "Perhaps you’d prefer to break under my control, against the wall, with nothing but the sound of how you crumble to my mercy?" You gasp at his filthy words, your eyes widen of this part of him, almost possessive.

Illumi's free hand slid up your side, his palm sizzling against your overheated skin as he cupped your breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly. "Or maybe you yearn for something more...depraved?" His thumb circled your nipple, tugging it into a tight peak that sent jolts of electricity straight to your clit.

Your breath hitches as Illumi’s words paint vivid images in your mind, each one more tantalizing than the last, his touch is addicitive, possesive, every caress igniting a fresh wave of desire within you, making you tremble.

Illumi's fingers picked up speed, plunging in and out of your quivering channel with a ruthless precision that bordered on violent, he groaned "I wonder how many times I could make you cum before you collapse from exhaustion."

He grind on your behind, bitting down on your shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, as his other hand slipped beneath your shirt once more. His nails scraped across your ribs, leaving red welts in their wake, before he reached your breasts. Rough palms squeezed and kneaded the supple mounds, tweaking your nipples into stiff peaks that throbbed in time with the pounding of your heart.

"Illumi, please... "you manage to gasp out, your voice barely above a whimper.

"Yes, what?" Illumi demanded, his tone sharp with impatience. "Speak clear, Y/N"

His fingers curled inside your, rubbing that sweet spot with a maddening persistence. "Do you want me to fuck you harder? Deeper? Make you scream my name until your throat is raw?"

His fingers plunge deeper, faster, the brutal rhythm threatening to consume you whole. you can feel the coil of tension building within, making you close to your climax.

You start screaming, feeling how your orgasm wash over you and with a swift movement, not letting you relax, he spun you around making you gasp, pressing your back against the cold metal of the wall, the rough surface provides a stark contrast to the heated, intimate contact of his body pressed against yours as you gasp. One hand gripped your hip, holding your steady as the other fumbled with his belt, freeing his throbbing erection.

"I’ve decided I’m going to take what I want. Now," his tone sharp, positioning himself at your entrance.

His words are filthy, depraved, and they only serve to stoke the flames of your arousal higher, you can feel his hardness prodding at your entrance, a thick, pulsating promise of the pleasure to come.

“Yes, Illumi, fuck…please“ you admit breathlessly, your resolve crumbling under his touch and words.

With a feral snarl, Illumi surged forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. You cried out, your back arching as you felt him stretch your open, the sensation bordering on pain but suffused with overwhelming pleasure.

“So willing” Illumi hissed, his hips snapping against yours in a relentless rhythm. "This is what you needed, isn't it? I want to hear you admit it.”

“Yes…” You nodd desperately, feeling so intense and trembeling.

“Good. “" He leaned in close, his lips brushing yours as he spoke, his hot breath mingling with yours. "And I'm going to give it to you over and over again, until you're begging for mercy."

A strangled moan escapes your lips as Ilumi fills you completely, the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed sending shockwaves of ecstasy through your entire being.

Each forceful thrust drives you closer to the edge, the friction of his hard length against your sensitive inner walls pushing you towards a precipice from which there's no return.

“yes.. Iillumi please, “you pant out, your voice a broken, pleading thing as you lose yourself in the relentless pace of his hips.

"Please what,Y/N?" Illumi taunted, his start gripping your throat slightly, moving your head towards him, as he drove into your with renewed vigor. "Tell me what you need, what filthy things you want me to do to you."

He captured your mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as his tongue dominated yours. At the same time, his fingers found your clit, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud with merciless precision.

"Come," he commanded, breaking the kiss to nip at your jawline. As if in response to his words, your orgasm crashed over your like a tidal wave, ripping your apart and rebuilding your anew in its aftermath. You screamed his name, your voice echoing off the walls as your pussy clamped down on his shaf.

Your mind goes blank as the intense waves of pleasure wash over you, Ilumi's relentless stimulation pushing you past the point of no return.

Your screams mingle with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the obscene squelch of your arousal coating his cock as he continues to pound into you even as you come undone.

Ilumi's command hangs in the air, a dark challenge that only serves to heighten your awareness of his own impending climax, you can feel him twitching inside you, his grip on your hips becoming almost painful as he struggles to hold back and you push into him more so you can help him.

With a guttural roar, Illumi buried himself to the hilt one final time, his cock pulsing as he unleashed a torrent of hot seed deep within your spasming depths. Each powerful spurt seemed to go on forever, painting your insides with his essence until you are filled to bursting.

As the aftershocks of your shared climax subsided, Illumi slowly withdrew, his softening member slipping free of your abused hole with a wet pop. A trail of cum dripped down your thigh, a visible testament to the thorough breeding you just received.

"Well, that was satisfying," Illumi murmured, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he admired his handiwork.

His sharp eyes studied you for a moment, his stance unwavering. "You’re in no condition to keep standing like this."

Before you could spleak, he moved swiftly, placing a firm hand at your back to guide you toward the bed. His touch, though not gentle, was steady and unyielding. "Lie down," he commanded, his voice a low murmur.

You feel utterly exhausted, your body spent, yet vulnerable—vulnerable in a way you never thought you would be with a Zoldyck. The fear lingers that it was just a fleeting, intimate moment for him, and you long for the comfort of aftercare. You're conflicted, unable to predict his next reaction, fully aware of his cold, enigmatic, and stoic nature.

You look at him, unable to control the vulnerability in your expression. You can’t help but wonder, despite his personality and history, if you’ve become important to him—though it doesn't show on the surface.

Illumi’s gaze softened, if only for a heartbeat, as he took in your vulnerable expression. It was the briefest of cracks in his otyourwise impenetrable facade—a fleeting flicker of something raw, something human beneath his usual cold exterior.

Without a word, his fingers brushed over the marks on your neck, a touch so delicate it almost felt alien—so different from the relentless passion they had just shared. The contact was soft, almost tentative, sending a shiver through you, who couldn’t help but feel the weight of this quiet intimacy.

But just as quickly as it had appeared, the tenderness faded, replaced once more by his usual aloofness. "Get dressed," he said sharply, his voice regaining its customary chill. With his usual precision, he began to gatyour his discarded clothes, a stoic figure once more. "We have matters to attend to."

Your heart skips a beat at the brief, unexpected softness in his eyes—a connection so fleeting, so fragile, that it leaves you aching for more. But the moment evaporates as swiftly as it came, and you’re left questioning if it was ever truly there or just a brief illusion, a crack in the facade that closed too soon.

Can… you stay a little longer? you ask, a quiet uncertainty in your voice, hesitant of how he’ll respond.

Illumi freezes for a moment at your request, his assassin’s discipline momentarily faltering. The connection between you is something unfamiliar, something he hasn’t had to process before. His mind is caught between his hardened, emotionally detached instincts and the surprising intensity of the bond you're offering.

Illumi paused, his hand hovering just above his shirt as he considered your words. The room grew heavy with the tension of his contemplation. Finally, without a word, he sat down on the bed, his posture rigid, but not dismissive. He was clearly weighing something—something beyond his control.

"You want me to stay," he said flatly, his voice cold but with a slight edge of curiosity. His eyes never left yours. "Is that because you enjoyed our...interlude? Or is it something else entirely?"

There was a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze, a brief crack in his impassive exterior that he quickly masked. It was evident that You’s unexpected emotional intimacy had caught him off guard, forcing him to confront feelings and desires that he had never fully acknowledged before.

Your heart races as you watch Illumi sit, his presence overwhelming, as always, but now more than ever, it pulls you in despite the tension between you. His words cut through you, making your emotions feel more tangled, and you realize just how much you’ve invested in this moment—how much you’ve allowed yourself to feel.

"Yes... and no, " you admit softly, your voice barely above a whisper, stepping closer, but still unsure.

You reach out, pausing, as if to test the waters, before carefully placing your hand on his knee. A quiet hope stirs within you—that this small touch, this tentative gesture, might offer the reassurance both of you are craving.

Illumi’s muscles stiffen at your touch, a sharp breath escaping his lips as your fingers make contact. For a long moment, he doesn’t move, just staring at where your hand rests on his knee, as though trying to process the strange new feelings this simple connection stirs within him.

Slowly, cautiously, he places his hand over yours. His touch is deliberate, firm, and warm, but there’s a hesitation in it—a carefulness that reflects how much he’s struggling with the emotions that you’ve brought to the surface. "I see," he says quietly, his voice low, but there’s a shift in it. "In that case, I suppose I can spare a few more minutes."

Illumi stands, his hand hovering briefly before he reaches for you. When he pulls you into his arms, the gesture is stiff, almost as if he’s testing how to navigate this unfamiliar territory. His arms wrap around you, but the embrace feels tentative, as though he’s still unsure of what to do with the warmth he’s suddenly feeling.

In the stillness of that moment, Illumi’s heart races in his chest, the thundering beat a stark contrast to the icy calm he’s always projected, betraying the chaos he’s desperately trying to suppress.

As Illumi pulls you into his arms, a sense of calm washes over you. His warmth is solid and grounding, a stark contrast to the heat and chaos of your previous encounter. You rest your head against his shoulder, savoring the closeness—the simple, quiet connection that feels like it might be more than just physical.

Though your emotions swirl within you, you keep them in check, not wanting to overwhelm him. Instead, you focus on the steady rise and fall of his chest, the soothing sound of his heartbeat that seems to anchor you both in this rare moment of peace.

"Thank you," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your own heart.

Illumi’s arms tightened around you, holding you tight. The soft pressure of his body against yours was a sensation he hadn’t known before, and it both unsettled and captivated him.

"For what, exactly?" Illumi asks, his voice cool, but with a subtle hint of curiosity. "I'm not used to such gestures. Explain to me, why do you feel the need for this?"

But even as he spoke, Illumi didn’t pull away. Instead, his body stiffened for a moment before he leaned in, his lips brushing your temple in a brief, but telling gesture. It was a small act, a flicker of something he rarely allowed himself to show—soft, but unmistakably affectionate. It wasn’t much, but in that fleeting touch, something subtly shifted between them, a crack in the ice that had always surrounded him.

The press of his lips against your temple sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. The tenderness of the gesture, despite his usual stoicism, made you ache for more. You leaned into him, feeling a warmth spread through you, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to savor the intimacy that had quietly bloomed between you, fragile but undeniably real.

"For being here," you reply softly, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "For trying, even if it’s not something you're used to."

"Don’t get used to this," he murmurs, his tone strangely quiet, almost as if he's speaking to himself, not wanting to admit the slight shift inside him.

Illumi’s grip on you relaxed just slightly, his thumb stroking gentle circles on your back. Your words, simple as they were, had touched something within him. "Trying," he muttered, his brow furrowing slightly. "Perhaps that's an understatement for what we’ve done. But with you… it feels different. Necessary, almost."

He trailed off, his words unspoken, but the emotion behind them clear. Illumi was used to being distant, to keeping his feelings locked away. But with you, that wall had started to crumble—piece by piece, allowing something deeper to emerge.

Your heart swells at Illumi’s honesty, his words a raw admission that makes you feel even more connected to him. You press yourself closer, wanting to bridge the emotional gap between you, to share in the understanding that seems to be growing between you both.

"I feel the same, Illumi," you whisper, your voice sincere and filled with unspoken understanding.

Illumi's breath caught in his throat at your words. The sincerity in your voice reverberated through him, stirring something deep he wasn't prepared for. For years, he'd hardened himself against the idea of emotional connections—intimacy had always been something distant, too complicated to allow. But with you, the tension was palpable, like something he couldn’t push away, something he wasn’t sure how to control.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was gentle, but with an intensity that spoke volumes. It was a stark contrast to the fierceness of their earlier encounter, but somehow, it felt more consuming—this kiss was softer, but it lingered with a weight he couldn’t ignore. It felt different, like a shift, like something he couldn't quite put into words.

As the kiss deepened, Illumi became painfully aware of every touch—your body pressed against his, the softness of your skin, the way your breath matched his, shallow but steady. Every movement seemed to pull him in deeper, and for once, Illumi couldn't escape it. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed him, but it was a feeling he found himself craving—something he hadn't realized he'd been missing until now.

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cat3ch1sm · 2 years ago

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🏹~ i have finally returned! however, i have lost quite a few followers unfortunately, lmao, which makes me unhappy because you all know i have been away due to health issues, and i did wind up in the hospital again:// however, many of you have stuck around and wished me well, and to those people, i really appreciate you and love you so much. <33

without further ado, here are some hxh headcanons to start us back up! enjoy <3

fluffy mostly except for Hisoka’s and maybe some parts of the other adult trio men, fem!reader

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 <𝟑𝟑

ft. kurapika, leorio, hisoka, illumi, chrollo

♡❀˖⁺. ༶ 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐚 ⋆˙⊹❀♡

『kurapika would take you to a beautiful restaurant where you first went out on a date and rent the whole place out just so you two could have the place to yourselves. he would wear his very best suit and jewelry and buy you any formal outfit you wanted so you could wear it for tonight. at the restaurant, he’d have the booth where you both sat all decked out in roses (he recruited killua and gon to help decorate, which at least gon was thrilled to do). he’ll order your favorite dish and let you order any dessert you want, while you’re sitting there wondering why he’s being so romantic. kurapika will go on and on about how stunning you look and reminisce about your first date with his face aglow, then getting distracted talking about how he felt when he first met you and talking about all of your good and bad memories together, detailing how much of a dark place he was in before meeting you. and how imagine him just reaching over and putting a rose in your hair all tender and shit, and brushing your hair from your face as he does. then he’ll get up from the booth sort of abruptly, probably, making you wonder where he’s going- at least until he kneels down in front of you, his eyes locked on yours. when Kurapika opens his mouth to speak, his voice is slightly quivery, but his words are absolute.

“my love… will you marry me?”

he’s visibly nervous, but kurapika doesn’t waver. and when you say yes with the biggest smile on your face, it’s like all the tension just evaporates from his body. he kind of pauses, like caught off guard that you said yes, and then he’ll just take you into his arms, dropping the ring on the floor as he does. Kurapika finally feels like he’s getting a new start and another family, and he absolutely could not be happier.』ღ

-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 ⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ

✧*̥˚ does it fully on the spur of the moment. unlike kurapika, who meticulously planned every detail and got his ring specially engraved, leorio is not at all prepared for a proper proposal (whoa tongue twister). you two are probably just on a regular old date while he’s just completely lost thinking about how stunning you are, how perfect for him you are, and how much he just adores being around you, how you accept his flaws , and how you don’t judge him based on past decisions. leorio’s completely lost track of time while you’re just awkwardly sitting there wondering why he’s looking at you like that with shiny doe eyes and next thing he knows he’s on one knee, stumbling through his words, but you understand.

“look, i know this is kind of on a whim and i don’t have a ring or anything- i swear i’ll get one- but you make me really happy and you’d make me even happier if you’d marry me.”

you’re absolutely stunned into silence, gaping and heart pounding- but leorio isn’t having it. “look, will you say yes already, damn it?!”

you burst into laughter and manage a yes through your giggles as leorio realizes that was probably a completely inappropriate outburst given that he was trying to propose to you. to tell the truth, though, you really don’t mind. <33 *̥˚✧

┌──❀* 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐚 ❀*̥˚─┐

*＊✿❀ hisoka? proposing? yeah fucking right. but because i haven’t posted in a while and i owe it to you guys, i will let y’all be delusional for the time being and act like this is at all realistic./j

let me tell you that hisoka does not marry because he wants someone to love or because he genuinely loves you. he marries for possession. you two are probably not doing anything special, maybe just walking down the street or something when, let’s say you encounter an old friend who you haven’t seen in a while. obviously you’re happy to see them, so you ask hisoka to wait and you two just chat and are clearly having a good time catching up when hisoka abruptly cuts you off, telling your friend rather coldly that you both need to go. so you’re forced to say a rushed goodbye. later that night, you ask hisoka about what happened, and he tells you darkly that you were being overly “friendly” earlier ❀✿＊*

ᥫ᭡ the “proposal” will hardly be a question. hisoka also doesn’t bother with any sentiment. he simply realizes that he doesn’t want anyone else to touch you or be with you, sort of like that one time he got angry with illumi for saying that he would kill gon at the hunter exam, but not in a fighting way, in an actual possessive “love” type way. he tells you that you’ll simply have no choice but to marry him because it’s the only way he can keep you to himself. hisoka won’t care much whether you like it or not.

“mmm… now we can’t just have people coming up to you left and right, now, can we? you’ll just have to marry me, i suppose- it’ll be a surefire way to keep you all to myself, sweetheart.”

─•~❉᯽❉~•─ 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢 ─•~❉᯽❉~•─

♡̩̥̩♡̩̩̥͙♡̩͙ˊˎ﹤ illumi would be content to do the whole fancy date night thing and the get down on one knee bit purely because it’s tradition. he doesn’t really know how else to do it, and he refuses to consult his mother because she would never get off his case about it.

however, poor illumi who isn’t great with intimacy or social cues, just straight up asks you where you’d want to be if he were to propose to you. it just makes his intentions obvious, but you play along.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ at least illumi had the sense to surprise you with the ring instead of physically taking you to the jewelry store and having you pick out your own ring and ruining the surprise. it will absolutely, definitely be the most extravagant, expensive ring you’ve ever seen in your life.

💚⛪️illumi isn’t a romantic, so when the night is almost over, he’ll promptly get down and propose to you. there’s no long speech about all the things he loves about you or how you’d make him the happiest man in the world. it’s just simply,

“will you marry me?”

to be honest, it wouldn’t matter if you said yes or no, you’re marrying him regardless. illumi doesn’t really take no for an answer. 🪦📺

☆.｡.:* 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

🕰💚📺🍀⛪️ chrollo may be the ruthless leader of the most feared group of murderous thieves in the world- but when it comes to romance, he just melts. with all the literature he reads, he can’t help but be a hopeless romantic- he believes in fairy tales, love at first sight, everything. so when he finally decides he wants to marry you, he doesn’t take it lightly- he plans literal months in advance.

chrollo will book a vacation spot for you two far away, where you two will be all alone in a cottage in a beautiful field filled with trees and other foliage. flowers are a classic but romantic way to show someone you love them, so this will be where he’ll propose. he’ll surprise you with the plane tickets one night, maybe just before bed, so you’ll have something to look forward to in the morning.

the day chrollo proposes will be the same date as the day you first met. that morning, you’ll wake up alone in your vacation cottage, wondering where chrollo went and why he didn’t inform you that he was going out. at first, you think maybe his duties as a spider called for him, but then you remember that he was the one who booked this vacation, and it would be highly unlikely he’d leave you for something like that. so now you’re even more perplexed- and it only adds to your confusion when you find a red dress on the nightstand beside the bed with a scribbled note telling you to wear it. it’s a new dress, one you’ve never seen before, so you assume chrollo must have gotten it for you.

after getting dressed, you step out the door, wondering if maybe you can find chrollo wandering in the field so where- it wasn’t uncommon for you to discover him alone in the mornings with a thoughtful expression on his face, staring into nothing. but you don’t see chrollo. instead, you almost step on a dark red rose- and as you move out of its way, you nearly step on a second one. confused, you finally look up and see a long trail of roses stretching all throughout the field from the door of the cottage. it’s a very irregular trail, the flowers zigzagging all over the place and only staying in straight lines for a little while. clearly, they were arranged there, waiting for you to follow them. so follow you did- the same trail of vibrant red roses throughout the whole field. while following the roses, you notice a growing number of pure white flowers surrounding the roses- petunias, daisies, lilies, and even white roses- creating such an obvious contrast you know for sure now chrollo has something planned. however, you can’t deny that the sight is absolutely stunning.

after much walking, you finally reach the end of the trail, at which sits a very tall, thick tree, white flowers flowing from its branches. at the foot of the tree is chrollo, standing there with his face aglow and in a white suit. behind him, clinging to the tree’s trunk is a ladder, nailed to the bark. when you ask what’s going on, chrollo simply asks you to follow him up the ladder. despite your apprehension about the stability of the ladder, you join him in climbing up, jokingly telling him that the dress he for you isn’t quite suited for tree-climbing. he tells you to just wait.

you two finally reach the top, and in the thick branches there is a gathering of vines- thick enough to hold you both. chrollo helps you into the bundle of plants; it’s almost like a bowl; and with a beaming smile he asks you to look out over the field you just crossed. wondering what in the world he is up to, you oblige- and finally see that the trail of roses you followed across the field spells out “will you marry me?”

when you turn back around in complete shock to stare at chrollo, he’s on one knee with a hopeful, genuine smile on his face, and he simply asks you the same question the roses spell out for you. needless to say, it’s a yes from you. 🍃🍂🌳🕸🪦

(i definitely went overboard with chrollo’s😭😭)

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The Fourth Leg

chrollo lucilfer x reader

Summary: No matter how fast you ran, the Spider's leg cannot get far. No matter how long you hid, you were bound to be found, dear number four. WARNING: toxic relationships, mentions of murder and torture, bullying, murder plot, smut, idk what else? yandere? 18+ Smut scene is based on Fear (1996). I saw it and it crept up on me Chapter one

You’ll always be able spot the blond haired boy from a mile away. His blond locks are longer now, and his eyes are colder. They aren’t the same light grey they used to be when he was around. A small smile comes across your face when you look to see what your boy is wearing: his traditional Kurta attire.

When the massacre happened and you had run into Sheila, she informed you of everything there was to know about the Kurta. So, while he was housed by you, you made those clothes for him. And now that he’s a little older, he still wears the clothes you send him.

Kurapika left home to get his hunter’s license. He was determined and able. Just like you shaped him to be. Alas, there is something there that you once again failed to save. Just like before, like always.

That rageful bloodlust that confuses the host for justice and vengeance when it is neither one. It is darkness that lurks into them and finally settles into their souls.

He is falling for the same trick as you and your dearest friends had. They entered a place and left every smidge of hope they had. What was supposed to be for justice, protection, and Sarasa, resulted in a numbness that is too disgusting to handle. It’s too brutal and vile. Bloody without a thought of washing their hands with repentance.

No matter, the tightness of your chest has you think of one thing: is it too late to save Kurapika?

You go back inside and wash the dishes that you dirtied from cooking his favorites. He had let you know he was coming. It is such a rarity to even be able to contact Kurapika. He’s just so busy lately. That, and he acts like he has never worked a phone before in his life. The little shit.

Thunder and lightning strike, shaking the ground beneath you. A slight rumble under your bare feet. You look out the window again and see a ghost from your past. Tall, silver haired, and just as beefy as before: Silva Zodlyck. You haven’t seen him since he killed you.

If he spots you, it will be a brawl. Another side of you that you have buried, not exorcised, all these years are calling out for his blood. To wreak havoc once more and see the fear in his eyes again. The bad thing about that is, is that you are a non combatant. An exorcist, a priestess of sorts. Not at all suited for the front lines. You can defend yourself and fight, but not on the level of him or the others.

Hell, maybe not even Kurapika now, and you wiped that boy’s tears and snot.

What you can do now is remain low. As much as you want to see that little brat and talk to him, to find out how he’s been, to fuss over him and see if he’s eaten yet, right now you can’t even consider that. Not when he is close to finding out. Besides, he can take care of himself for a bit. As it appears, Silva isn’t after him.

Breathe in, breathe out. Focus on me, trust in me.

Your breath hitches. That smooth voice is in your head. One you haven’t heard of in years. With all the power inside, you tried to push it out. To wipe their faces from your memories.

You see the trash can and can only think of Little. Oh, how you tortured that boy. Putting him in trashcans and sitting on the lids and gave him noogies. Little would always retaliate but had to be held back when that one showed up to protect you. God, why are you thinking of this? There is a beast of a man who almost ended you and your dumbass is reminiscing of your bullying days.

Had you not pulled that one trick up your sleeve, you truly would have died by the hands of Zoldyck. It has been years since you’ve fought seriously. You trained Kurapika, but you never went full throttle. Nothing but rust is on your nen and hand-to-hand combat.

Just sit back, don’t hide your presence or anything. That's what he’s looking for. Any kind of blip in the atmosphere. Hell, he may not even remember you!

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You know what you have to do. There is no hope here. No compassion for others at all. The Kurta clan, Sarasa, you, no one. It is now or never.

You jump at the bolder of a man. Crosses paint themselves on your palms as a holy prayer escapes your lips. Your veins line with the brightest blue and the rubble around you lift off the ground from your aura. Directly, your hands clasp onto Silva’s. He looks confused and the most surprising of all, scared.

He lets go of his hatsu. In the back, there is a bloody scream. A roar that a lion can never compare itself to. A bloodlust from the roar that made Silva’s eyes widen. It is too late, the hatsu hit you straight on. Two balls of electricity and power collide with your fragile body.

When you came to, by pure nen, you could vaguely see your dearest. His eyes watery, voice hoarse, blood trinkling on his face. Silva is not in sight, not a single thing left behind. Did he kill him?

“No, no, no, damn it! Fuck!” He shakes you ever so slightly as you lay in his arms. “Heal yourself, please...”

You have to leave. He has no regard for you or anyone but himself. Chrollo, the boy who is only a few years older than you, yet you still bullied him, is gone. He didn’t care that you’re a non combatant. He was willing to sacrifice your life and his for his ego.

He only wants your ability, positively. Chrollo is gone. It is only the spider left. You have always hated spiders anyway.

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Nah, Silva remembers you. He almost died too. How can he forget that he was sent to kill the man responsible for the annihilation of an entire clan? It's hard to forget a case like that considering the brutality of the deaths.

And if Kurapika finds out that you are Number Four, the lost spider, he’ll lose it. He'll demand to see the tattoo, no doubt. You can’t show him that. Especially since you lost a bet with Machi and Paku and put it on a place that he just has no business looking at.

As long as you remain calm and blend in, no one will notice. If Kurapika comes in with Silva, you’ll leave before. Pretend that you are out of town or something. Actually, that’s a good idea. You quickly write a note telling your boy that you had to rush out and that you’d call him later. To help himself to the food and make sure to rest.

There is another rumble under your feet. It feels different. The screams are louder, the air more ominous by the second. What is this? It touches you like a familiar hand. Something cold and clammy. Is that...Nobunaga?

Don't panic, don’t panic. It's been years since you faked your death and abandoned them. They probably don’t remember you, right?

Nah, you pantsed Nobunaga in the middle of a dubbing. He was wearing the ranger’s underwear. He always vowed to get revenge, but he was stopped by Chrollo, of course. You’ve known these people for years and fought with them side by side. You saved him several times and healed him. He will remember you.

There is a deathly silence. Your skin raises goosebumps all over. You can feel him. Your old friend knows or is at least trying to figure out what’s going on. You take a deep breath and remain calm. It has always been easy to trick him. How many times did you do such a thing and lead him to embarrassing situations? And how many times did Chrollo get you out? Every. Single. Time.

You sure were spoiled rotten by Chrollo in every way. It drove people nuts. When you were dropped off in Meteor City at the age of five, you were a terror due to pain and heartbreak. There was only so much a child could take and you weren’t able to express it properly.

The priest held onto patience as much as he could, but no one could ever hold a candle to Chrollo’s patience. It is as if he is a saint. You'd bite, kick, and talk over him. When they dubbed the tapes, you would always turn the tv off just because it wasn’t what you wanted to watch. Uvogin was so close to beating you so many times, but Chrollo intervened and explained to them what empathy was.

However, he went overboard and spoiled you rotten. In the Troupe you got part of Chrollo’s shares including what was actually yours. He made sure that you were the most taken care of out of them all. He always helped you up and protected you the most. You weren’t able to go on a mission by yourself and had to have at least two people with you, just like him.

He always held a soft spot for you, you think. Even before you shared special moments. Until he stopped caring and went somewhere where you can’t follow.

Now that you have abandoned the Spider, Lord only knows what’ll happen. Will he spare you for old time’s sake? Or will Feitan, also known as “Little”, finally get his revenge because of the trash cans?

Or Machi’s cut up clothes, and Paku’s shaved head, or Uvo’s wedgies and bites, Phinks’s eyebrows that never grew back, Shalnark’s broken nose and the tack in his sho-

Oof, you’re going to die. And that was all done when you were like, six? There were plenty more years that you were just onery. Chrollo...that poor guy. The hell he went through before and after the Troupe...the patience of a saint.

Spoiled, spoiled, spoiled, rotten.

You were ungoverned and got away with things that the rest couldn’t. But this, rejecting the Spider, rejecting him, sheltering the last Kurta descendant...you’ll die.

Or be in a lot of pain.

Suddenly, you feel a sharpness crawling up your arm. They're coming. Another rumble occurs right when you back away from the sink. In the distance is a large body flying in the air with a trail of red following it. What?

With a gross thud that you swear everyone heard, lands Silva. Beaten, bloody, gone.

Well, there goes that problem. On to the next, which is Nobunaga. You're caught in his en somehow. Or whatever the hell that's called. Anyway, never did you think he’d grow and be able to stretch it out this far.

You start to leave calmly so he doesn’t suspect anything. Just a calm person that his en is confusing for someone else! Finally, you hear the even more terrible commotion. You know Kurapika is okay if the rumors of the powerful chain user are true. And he seemed to have a lot of help. Once you shake the Nobunaga off, you’ll make your way to Pika.

He doesn’t know that in your past you were one of the Spider’s legs. The fourth one, to be exact. The one who died by the hands of Silva Zoldyck, years ago. Soon after the Kurta’s extinction and after the fight with the Spider’s leader, the devil himself.

You lock the backdoor and head to the woods where there is a safe spot that Kurapika used to train. As you pass by the branches and the shady trees, you are blinded by the harsh memories of your dear friend, Sarasa. She and the Troupe are a few years older than you. They spent more time with her than you did but the memories of her, those precious moments that you wanted to last for years to come, that innocence, was stripped from you. You hold onto the specks of what was left of your childhood, before the truth of hell appeared.

A trash bag, a child inside, the Troupe, and Chrollo who faced it first and has never recovered.

You weren’t there to find her. It was broken down to you because of your youth and denial, you were staunch in the belief that it was a lie and that she was alive. The only one who had patience for you was Chrollo. The tantrums were the tipping point to the realization that she had suffered in her last moments.

When it hit you, he held you as you remained in shock. He catered to your every whim to fill in the shoes of the missing people in your life. And you left him.

How could you not? He left you first, abandoned you for a darkness that you couldn’t shine a light through. Chrollo believed that he was a messiah to the city and to his friends. They follow blindly when you can’t. You are a thief, not a heartless killer. The Kurta didn’t deserve their fate.

You push past a couple of thick bushes to be startled.

“Come here, now.” His voice is as smooth as you remember, just a little deeper now and more commanding. Although you know him and his quirks, the atmosphere is off. A creepy feeling of nothing in the air. You can’t sense him of his anger at all. Only a chill and a hair-raising sensation that doesn’t match anyone you know. Perhaps, this is fear.

You walk to him as you spot him in a clearing. “Chrollie.”

“A dead spider, huh.” He stands tall but casually with his hands in his pockets. His hair is slicked back and the tattoo on his forehead is more prominent. He’s shirtless and wears an odd coat. His style choice is different now than it was back then. Before, he would throw on normal Meteor City clothing, which consisted of whatever was around. Looking back, his favorite was a white shirt and plain black jeans. Now, he looks like he wears designer.

“Here I thought that you were squashed,” he looks you up and down, eyes narrowing. You feel vulnerable under his gaze. “All along you were here. Raising a devil that killed two of your own.”

You know about Uvogin and Pakunoda. Kurapika felt so guilty, after the events he vented to you. He sounded as young as he did when you took him in. Of course, you were hurt and cried when Kurapika wasn't looking. You mourned them as anyone would.

“I know about that-”

“And you still didn’t come back?” Chrollo is shaking, desperate to calm down. His fists are clenched so hard, you think they’ll bleed. This, you think, is the most anger he's ever shown. And it's toward you. “Could I? You would’ve killed me!”

“I would have accepted you with open arms, Number Four.” Would have.

Number Four. He didn’t even call you by your real name. “No, you would react just as badly as you are now.”

“Oh, my darling spider, you have no idea. All you had to do is trust me.” He shakes his head in disappointment.

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“I’m not joining, Chrollie. I’m not calling you Boss, either.” You were disappointed that they actually went through with this. Years ago, you came across their little meeting. Chrollie looked at you and asked if you wanted to join but you called them all stupid.

“Why not? I'm the leader.” You roll your eyes. “No, you’re a theater nerd.”

You jump and sit on the desk. He comes up to you, only inches apart. Chrollie gently cradles your face. “That part of me is gone, darling.”

“Darling? Pretending to be all manly now? A gentleman? That's what 'darling' reminds me of. Those books you read.” You acknowledge that he’s grown up. He broader and stronger. His hands no longer smooth but are calloused and bigger than your own.

He erases how gentle he was caressing your face and replaces it with a commanding and firm touch on your cheeks. “Join me.”

“No.” You answer as well as you can with your cheeks squished. Suddenly, his lips touch yours. It is your first kiss. It sends shocks to your special place. He parts from you. Embarrassingly, you follow in his direction.

Quickly, you snap out of the trance of your first kiss. You shake your head in defiance. “I want to travel! I want to get out of this city and experience the highs. I've already touched the lows. I don’t want to get deeper.”

"You think we’re lower than you?” There’s an edge in his tone. One that tells you to tread carefully. However, you’re not shy when it comes to Chrollie.

“No. But I worry that you will be.” He tilts his head and asks, “Because you think I can’t take you to the there?”

He grabs your hand that is so much larger than yours. It's weird now. You are used to him leading you places but now you just realize the difference between you two. He’s...a man now. It’s all so new. You'll never admit that he makes you feel some type of way.

“Let me show you.”

Just like in the movies, you see a roller coaster for the first time. There are lights everywhere and smiling and laughing people. And not at you! Just the joys of life without worrying where the next meal is coming from. You spot the balloons in various animal shapes and see the fluffy candy. The pretzels are soft, and the fried dough the size of your head is to die for. You have never witnessed such freedom. The last time you have seen an inkling of joy was when you were a child and Chrollie was dubbing tapes.

The two of you get on the back of the ride. You cling onto his arm. “Scared?”

“No!” In truth, you were. Never in your life did you ever see one of these in person. Only on the videos Chrollo would pick up. It showed the ride going fast and high with screaming people. There were twists and sharp turns on the tape. And now, you get to be one of those people to experience it.

The ride starts. He wraps his right arm around you. The roller coaster shoots out causing you to flinch.

“I got you, trust me.” You curl into him as the ride takes a sharp turn. Right after it happened, you feel tracing between your legs. You look down and see Chrollie’s fingers rubbing against you.

It's...feeling really good. Your breaths become quicker as his fingers do figure eights through your underwear. You let out a little shriek when he pulls them down. Now, there’s nothing blocking him from you. The ride takes a sudden left.

You don’t know how it happened, how it led to this. What exactly did you say to him that incited him to massage your bud and insert a single finger inside you. Slowly coaxing moans that blend in with the screaming of everyone else. Never have you been so grateful for that. He places a kiss on your head. “Join me, swear to me.”

Another finger enters you. His palm rubs and presses against you. How are his fingers so long? Why are they bigger than yours and feel so much better?

You start to really moan as he goes faster. You lift up slightly to follow his motions with your hips. Chrollie bites and sucks on the spot under your ear. The ride starts to go up.

“Holy sh-oh God...” You breathily cry. He growls in your ear at the sound. “I’ll take you there, to the highs. So high you’ll never see the ground.”

You grab his wrist and move furiously, spreading your legs a little more to give him as much room as possible. You want more, need more. There is a feeling there that is about to pop. One that he can take.

“Swear to me.” You watch as the stars get closer. People make noises of excitement different than yours, but it blends. “Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no! I trust you!” You grab onto anything in reach as you give up trying to keep up with him. He's cradling you, his dominant hand relentless and lips sinful. A goose bump raising feeling starts. It's cold and is making you shake even more. Chrollo feels it too.

He's smiling when you gasp and your head goes back.

Everything is happening at once. Two different sensations, both caused by the boss, by Chrollo Lucilfer. And he knows it, he’s waited for it.

“Swear to me, trust me!” You grab his leg and squeeze it. “Let me take you there.” He whispers in your ear.

As the ride reaches the peak, so do you. Loudly, you swear to him. To the spider and his name. His hands and whatever energy is rushing to you, cause your eyes to go back. The squelching sound is loud, but your euphoric moans of his name are louder.

From what you gather in this state, the ride was supposed to stop. Supposed to stay on the rails rather than bounce a little. You didn't even notice that your aura was the cause for the ride's disruption.

When your high leaves you, you’re in a daze and glowing. He withdraws himself and sucks on his fingers. You gasp at the sight. It is pornographic, the hungry look in his eyes. The grey that you have known for years has become so dark and just by a lick. He grabs your hand gently and leads you away to finish what he started. Your legs shake along the way and for the rest of the night when the two of you are satisfied. The way he licked and sucked and swirled his tongue on the most delicate of places and thrusted himself inside had him gain the scratches on his back.

The two of you created a memory that neither of you would ever forget.

It wasn’t until you learn about the nodes do you hold a slight bitterness towards him. He caused yours to open wide because of this. Your aura nodes and a nen pact that binds you together. For the Spider.

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You swallow at the memory and plenty more of similar situations with your former boss. For years you trusted him fully. But somewhere along the way, he had lost it. “Chrollie, please understand. I just didn’t agree with it anymore.”

“Really?” He scoffs. He knows you are hiding the words to describe how it really was, how it is. You rub your eyes with the palms of your hands.

“When you killed that entire clan...tortured them, mutilated them...I couldn’t do it anymore. You wouldn’t listen to me. You only thought of yourself.”

“Excuse me?” His voice is low, and his eyebrows are raised. He's gotten so intimidating now. Before, he was someone you pushed over even when he was your boss. It has always been that way. You admit, you are spoiled. Undisciplined and rebellious to the Spider.

To Chrollo Lucilfer.

If you are going to die today, you are leaving with giving him a piece of your mind. A dose of reality that he no longer has.

“You completely lost yourself. How can you make dumb decisions like that?”

“Their eyes gave Meteor City a profit that helped millions. I did it for our city.” You shake your head no. “No, you did it for yourself. As some kind of sick powerplay! And everyone follows you blindly, and to do it without a thought. You guys kill for no reason. It didn’t use to be that way.”

Your lip wobbles at the memory of that day. You had gone up to Chrollo and went against the mission. It was stupid to you. It didn’t make any sense. They were going to kill these people because he wanted their eyes? You understand that he is greedy and increasingly vicious. But not cruel, not before the end.

He didn’t yell at you, but he did put you in your place with a stern yet calm voice. It was scary. Just as scary as he is now. You still couldn’t do it though. The thought of it made you cry.

So, he commanded you to keep watch and capture any stragglers. There were none. You ran away from the screams and ran into a boy with blond hair and blue clothing. A Kurta. The last one, to be exact. You begged him not to go over there. Afraid of his fate or him seeing the gruesome crime.

The Troupe were not there, only corpses. Eyes gouged out, bruises and bloody. Even the children. Lucilfer had become the devil himself.

You, without thought, took the boy in. You found a little village not too far away and raised him in a cottage. Unfortunately, you weren’t there every single day because of your “job”. One he knew nothing about.

Until your last day. You and Chrollo had been walking in Meteor City when Silva Zoldyck came. Someone called for him to eliminate the Troupe. Your dearest didn’t care that you aren’t really suited for fighting. Especially a Zoldyck.

That was your chance! So, when Silva had hit you with his Hatsu, you hid inside your energy and faked your death. It looked so real, felt like it too. It took a lot of healing and purifying to survive.

You had to do it. Your friends had lost their way. You couldn’t go along with it anymore.

“You left.” You whimper.

“Are you kidding me? I believe the one who abandoned the Spider, your friends, me, is you. My spoiled little brat .” He takes a few steps closer to your standing frame.

“You went to a place where I couldn’t follow. It was no longer about finding Sarasa’s killers or protecting the city. The Spider turned evil. I knew it was happening but I didn’t face it until years later when you committed a pointless massacre.” He ignored you and talked over you.

“You swore. And here I find you healthy, alive. While we are dying. We needed you and you left!” That ended with a powerful yell.

“You didn’t care about me either. I was no match for Silva yet you were willing to sacrifice me. You went to a place I just couldn’t -can’t- follow.”

A tear drips down your face. His face is furious and slicked back hair is coming undone by him running his hand through it. He stops when he sees your tear. Instinct takes over and he wipes it.

“Uvo, Paku, Shalnark, Korotopi. All gone and you could have stopped it. I was cursed by that boy to never talk to the Troupe again. We had to find an exorcist in Greed Island of all places because you decided we were trash.” His voice deceptively hushed and smooth. You shake your head no.

“Not trash. Just bad leadership.”

Chrollo’s eyes widen. This is the first time anyone has insulted his leadership. He immediately pulls your hair. You yelp and try to get out of his hold.

“And yet you do not complain of the riches I gave your greedy ass.” He growls.

“You are a profitable leader. A good provider. An excellent one. I hadn’t a need or want in the world,”

You struggle to get out of his grip. It loosens as you speak. “But you aren’t a true leader. A true one would never endanger his people like you have. Never would view them as replaceable.”

He tosses you on the ground. You accidentally land on your wrist. Chrollo paces back and forth. “Replaceable? Bad leader-ha! Oh, love you are something.”

He grabs your arms roughly. You try to yank your arm out of his grasp. “You’ve already replaced me!”

Chrollo shakes his head no. “I could never.”

“I’m sorry, Chrollie. I just-you-,” You take a deep breath. “Everything went downhill. We stopped looking for the killers like you promised. We weren’t Robin Hood anymore, either. Remember that story you read me? Take from the rich and give to the poor?”

“I remember.”

“It wasn’t that anymore. What was left was coldness and blood. And a boy whose life and childhood were taken from him. Just like ours. It wasn’t fair.”

“We support and provide for our home, not some random people.”

Frustrated, you retort, “You like to listen to the sound of your own voice too much. That's why you don’t listen! You don’t realize actions have consequences until shit like Uvo and Paku happen.”

He raises his hand. You flinch to brace for it. This is the first time he will strike you.

Time is frozen as you wait for the pain. You open your eyes and see what’s the hold up. Chrollo stands frozen with his hand still in the air still. His face is no longer hardened, but shocked. His mouth is slightly open and eyes have widened. He stares at his open palm as if it had a mind of its own, and he couldn't believe it.

Then he clears up once again to return to his previous deadly expression. Rather than striking you on your face, he lands his hand on your ass. You yelp at the impact.

“ Ow!” You rub the cheek he hit. “Why? Of all things?” Like him hitting your ass was supposed to be better than your face? It's demeaning!

He grabs your face with one hand and kisses you harshly, passionately. A confession, a return. Stupidly, you get lost in him like always.

_______

“No! You play this instead.”

“But I want to dub Cleanup Rangers...” Chrollo rubs his arm as he looks down at the nine year old. You were dropped off at the front doorstep of the church about a couple of years ago. Ever since then you’ve been a little terror. Always picking on people, on the priest, the entire city.

You are a tiny bully pushing everyone around because you’re hurt. Only Sarasa could fully calm you. While everyone else just visited the church from time to time, you were a child that had to live in it because no one liked you. You never got a nanny or substitute siblings. All you had was yourself and a priest who was often at his wits end. You had to follow him around and practice his teachings and study them. You were often times bored and thus angry at everything.

Sarasa was a God send in his eyes and yours. Chrollo was someone who tried to follow in Sarasa’s footsteps with you but lacked the ability to tell you no. He was a patient and caring boy, but one you walk over.

“I don’t care! This one!” You stomp your feet.

“Don’t let her push you around like that, Chrollo.” Uvogin recently hit a growth spurt, so he towered over you two completely.

“No! What I say goes. This one!” You show Uvogin the tape. “Do you even know what’s on it?”

“No. But I want to see.”

Chrollo hums and places the tape inside. It turns out, it was blank. You pouted as Uvogin teased you. His smile is wide and practically glows. The laugh is boisterous and bounces off the walls. Immediately, you hit him in his most sensitive spot, causing him to buckle and groan.

You scream at the top of your lungs. “Stop laughing at me!”

Laughter and a smile like that remind you too much of your parent when they dropped you off in this God forsaken, dirty, and polluted place. You hate it. “It’s okay. Here, we’ll do the Clean up Rangers and you can help if you want!”

Chrollo took out the blank tape and put it aside. He picked you up and placed you on the desk closest to him. Uvo hisses and glares at you. You frown and stick out your tongue.

“Listen, you can play the-”

“No. I'm scared of that.” He knows good and damn well you don’t listen. He looks at you confused until he deduces the problem. “Stage fright?”

Confused, you ask, “What’s that?”

Uvogin groans in the background with every dirty word he can muster. He curses Chrollo for being so gentle with you and a “pushover”. You quickly tell him to shut up or you’ll hurt him even worse.

“It’s when you get scared to talk in front of a bunch of people.” You sat in front of him and nodded. “Okay, how about you have a front row seat then! Make sure you cheer us on, alright?”

You're still pouting. He rubs your cheek. You want to play with the rest of them too! They never let you play normal things. He hugs you and rubs your back to console you.

“Trust me. It'll be fun!”

___________

You wrap your arms around his neck, gently tugging at his hair. What was a proclamation of dominance, turned into an embrace of passion. You part from him slightly. You rub his chest and ask, “Why did you lose your way? Killing all of those people?”

“Why did you stop trusting me?”

“You are willing to sacrifice everyone, even me.” That day with Silva Zoldyck was proof of your accusation, of your observation. He sucks on your neck with the intent of a mark. You give him a gasp. Slightly muffled, “Why do you doubt me? Do you honestly think I would have? You stopped trusting me.”

He nibbles on your ear. You try to pull away before you are totally caught in him. “The Kurta-”

“Are responsible for Sarasa’s death and for some of the trafficking of children. Getting rid of them was necessary. Do you understand?” He continues to kiss down your neck, making sure to suck on the best places. He holds you a little closer.

You want to believe there was a deeper reason for the extermination of the Kurta. “You barely remember it, so it can’t be true. Hell, how can I believe you when you don’t care about anyone?” He slaps your ass again. You are this close to smacking the shit out of him. You rub your bum in hopes to stop the stinging.

“Stop that! That’s not funny!” You pull away to see an indifferent face for a split second. Chrollo grabs the back of your hair and pulls you in once again. His personality flips like a switch. The sweetness is gone and back is the bloodlust and anger. Honestly, it never left. It was just hidden to trick you. He's a good actor like that.

____________

“What are you guys doing?” Phinks groans at the sight of you. Recently, he had to pull Feitan out of the trashcan again. Next to him is Feitan saying words in his native tongue that would have made a sailor blush. You blow a kiss to them both just to antagonize them.

“Enough, she’s part of the Spider now.” Chrollo, right on his forehead, has a cross tattoo that kind of resembles a web. You don't know where he got it done at.

“Her? What can she do?” Machi crosses her arms. You always wondered if she liked Chrollie. If she knew what the two of you did last night, she’d scream.

You’re still a little sore and flustered. But happy and satisfied. Never have you felt so good. At first it was so sweet and dare you say, loving. Then as the night went on it became animalistic.

Rather than sit around him, waiting to hang on to his every word, you sit next to him, chomping on some chips you found. You hear some groans and mumbles about how you are and how you’re going to get away with everything. Again.

You stick your tongue out and say, “That’s why I ain’t sharing...bitch ass.” Phinks crosses his arms. “Damn it...”

“Enough,” He stares down at you. “Like I said, she is a leg. And an exorcist.”

You feel his eyes on you again. You look up to see his eyes. “The fourth leg.”

________

“You are coming home, now.” He drags you by the back of your neck.

“Wait, stop!”

“Shut the ever living fuck up.” He squeezes you harder. Wasn't he just loving on you like two seconds ago? You have always wondered if he was all there. He seemed genuine when he was a kid but seeing the man he's become, you may never know.

“Hold on! You said the Kurta killed Sarasa. How do you know?”

“Sheila told us.”

You see the rest of the legs. They look unbothered until they see you. Shock is painted on their faces so vibrantly.

“I thought...I thought she hadn’t seen you in years?” You have a sense of confusion and suddenly, dread.

____

Sheila limps to a cave. You see her as you run away from the Troupe and their horrific actions. This happened right before you would spot a blond boy. “Sheila?”

“Oh my God!” She hugs you tightly. Her leg has always been messed up since she was a child.

You feel like crying at the sight of her. It has been you and the Spider for so long now, you were forgetting what Sheila was like. She was the closest thing you had to Sarasa. You had your own way of loving someone, but Sarasa seemed the most natural. A big sister, a mother even. A girl who always shared stickers with you and sang you to sleep.

“What’s going on?” She asks as you hug return her hug. “T-they’re killing them!”

“Who? Who’s dying?”

“The Kurta!” Sheila gasps. “I was just with them. Oh no, did I-”

You sniffle and wipe your eyes. “No, no. This is on them.”

“And the Kurta were so nice too. Harmless, peaceful.”

____

Why did she say that if she knew they killed Sarasa? When did her and Chrollo talk? You were with Chrollo the whole time, so it couldn’t have been that day.

You see Sheila in the background. She is looking down at the ground, then looks up with the most wicked smile and gleam. What? You stare back with horror. Never has she had that smile. It is foreign and totally misplaced. This is Sheila, not a Troupe member. Why is she even here? She isn’t a part of it and disapproved of the group.

Then, everything is falling together.

Everyone’s faces are that of monsters.

You don’t understand. She told them of their whereabouts. She said something completely different to you. And of course, you believed her. Her and Sarasa were like sisters. They were so close it was like looking at twins. Never would you have thought she could commit such a sin. The Kurta were innocent, but...what’s going on? Everyone was desperate to capture Sarasa’s killers-oh no. You stop moving your feet, only to be dragged by Chrollo Lucilfer. He moves his hand from your neck to your arm in a tight hold, tripping you along the way.

“No, no, no!” You’re trying to yank free. How can he not see it? He’s the smartest person you know. How can he not see what had taken place that day? The horror, the blood and mutilation. Chrollo, you must see this!

The Kurta and Sarasa were innocent. Kurapika...your boy.

“Chrollo, don’t you see?” You whisper for only him to hear. He looks down at you as the rain begins to fall gracefully.

You can feel the tears swell.

Does he know what happened that day? That the Troupe and Sheila are monsters. And not just because of the Kurta’s extinction. You may not have all of the puzzle pieces, but by the reactions alone, it becomes clearer.

Out of everyone here, you struggle to read him. Always have, even when you were kids. You only catch the truth from time to time when he gives it to you. They are few in between.

“Have they made a fool of you?” It is rare to one up Chrollo. His power can wipe nations, his aura is powerful and vast, his commanding tone is one that cannot be ignored.

“Sacrifices have to be made.” He bluntly answers without a hint of remorse or second thought. His tone is final and dead. Like he has nothing else to say about it.

_______

“I’m fucking sick of her-!” Uvogin plops down on the chair. It creaks under him. Before Uvogin can continue his ranting, another voice pipes up on the matter of a certain little girl.

“She’d...be fun.” His voice is recognizable to anyone due to his lack of pure fluency. His hair is choppy right now because a brat got her hands on a pair of scissors. The thick, black, strands are being fixed by Pakunoda. It isn’t the best, but at least it wouldn’t look as bad as it did.

Machi taps her foot. “She would be, huh?”

“It can’t be us, though. Too obvious.” Shalnark points. Collectively, the friends are beginning to plan and imagine a better Meteor City.

“Are you guys being serious, right now? This is a child you’re talking about.” Pakunoda taps on Feitan’s shoulder, signaling that she’s done. He turns back to look at her and answers, “Deadly.”

Machi sighs. “You’re right, Shal. It is too obvious. And we have rehearsal with Chrollo, too.”

Pakunoda crosses her arms. “This isn’t sitting right. Something is going to go wrong.”

“Remember your shaved head?” Machi asks. Pakunoda tenses up at the memory of you butchering her hair. Who keeps giving you scissors? You would be cute with that crooked smile of yours if it wasn't caused by the loss of her hair.

“There are a lot more bad things going on in the city. Accidents happen all the time, Paku.” Nobunaga puts his hair into a bun. Pakunoda remains silent. “We can’t let anyone else know. Only ones in this room.”

As said, bad things happen to kids in Meteor City all the time.

Sarasa decided to go find a tape instead of you since you have a habit of picking blanks. You stomped your foot in protest. You wanted to go! You’d finally had the right directions to pick up some good tapes, anyway. Alas, Sarasa went while Chrollo soothed you.

She skips along and sees a few men ready to welcome her in the worst way.

“Is it her?” Uvogin’s heart is racing. It's pounding so loud it’s in his ears. The rain is the only outside noise as Chrollo reluctantly opens the bag.

Chrollo opens the bag and sees the face of Hell. Uvo grabs him and demands to know what is on the note since he can't read it. The wrong face is behind that letter, that much is known. The wrong directions were given to the wrong child. Everyone needs to know. To hear the mistake and pain, the truth.

The words on that letter will never be spoken.

_____

“The Kurta is an isolated clan with special eyes. They'd be a good cover, no?” Sheila asks. Lately, Sarasa’s murder is being brought up more and more. Chrollo is turning into the leader that Meteor City needs. And an omnipotent being. A terrifying, controlling, mastermind of a god. One that demands respect and cooperation, devotion to what he’s created: a spider. But that spider has one weakness that at a drop of a hat, can cause this god to wreak havoc on everything.

Calm and collected he appears, but thunderous when he strikes. Loyal to what is his, but horrible in all.

“So, the Kurta. Agree?”

“Aye.” They say in unison. “It’s not like anyone would miss them.”

_____

The more you study him, the more you wonder if he knows. Was he blind or was he in on it and spun that story of him finding her? How could any of them do this?

“Please, not you...” You whisper. Chrollo’s book is open to a page fit for an exit. A green portal opens. “No! No, no, no!”

You struggle even more as everything, except for Chrollo’s role, becomes clear. You are not the smartest, but you are stupid. Years in that blasted city has taught you valuable lessons of reading people. Years of knowing these people have given you an advantage on top of that. Well, not everything obviously. “Chrollo, what did you do?”

He glances down at you once more. “I am the Head, my fourth limb. But even a spider has a treasure to keep.”

His grey eyes are dull but with the slightest hint of possessiveness. You'd recognize it anywhere. It is the same look he gave you when you saw him today, it is the same when you first met him and he had decided to keep you under his wing, it is the same as when you finally joined the Troupe.

This wicked gleam has always sought you, always found you. Unfortunately, you could never read them other than that. Like you said, he only shows what he wants you to see and even then, it is blurry. God, you wish you could. If only for a moment to answer your question. Just a straight answer, the truth, about how or why Sarasa died. She was innocent and sweet. She was your friend! Everyone’s, actually.

So, why? What could she have possibly done to deserve such a fate? How can he not see the true culprits? What about the Kurta? Did he know and went with it anyway?

No, that’s a bad deal. It can’t be just one question and one answer. You have too many questions. And not a single one will be answered, you bet.

He drags you to the portal. The Troupe starts to enter it. Phinks looks at you for a split second. For that one second his eyes look...sad? No, that’s not possible with someone like him. Like them. You are accepting that you’re in danger, but not that these beasts have a heart or a capability of remorse.

You look around frantically. Where's Kurapika? Is he dead?

Would he save someone like you?

“(Y/n), who are you looking for?” Chrollo asks. He doesn’t even look at you. You want to call out for Kurapika, but that’d expose him to danger. No, if your boy hates you let that be so. At least he’ll be okay. Hopefully he has learned to make his own attire.

“You can’t do this, Lucilfer.”

“But dear, I can, I have, and I will.” A few more steps to the portal. “Lucilfer, I don’t want to go.”

You yank your arm out of his grasp. “Stop this! I don’t want to go. Do you know what they did?”

He calmly turns around and stares at you. He expected this behavior from you. He walks to your frozen form, causing the few survivors of the village to jump. Once again, he cradles your face and places the gentlest of kisses on your lips. They're still soft, you note. Still full and masterful.

Right as your eyes are about to close, you see that he is looking at something past you as the kiss begins to get more intense. More possessive by his hold and the movement of his lips. His grey eyes are narrowed at something that you can’t see.

Is this a claiming? What the hell is he looking at? Done being curious, you turn to look and see your boy Kurapika’s horrified and furious expression. You have no thoughts other than your impending fate. Your vicious crimes and relentlessly cruel past have resurfaced in the form of a wicked man. The boy you took care of and never verbally admitted you loved him as your own, is ruined even more. His heart is broken.

Sarasa is gone, the Spider reigns supreme, and you are stuck. There are more questions than answers at this point. Too many lies from a group that cling together in some sick and twisted loyalty. You have accepted that in the middle of that is the boy you admired and maybe even loved.

And you finally understand what Phinks meant. It wasn’t remorse, it was pity for an old and spoiled friend as they are pushed onto the spider’s web.

#chrollo lucilfer #chrollo lucilfer x reader #hxh #chrollo x reader #oof he's got me #angst #slight yandere #yandere #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere hxh #smut #mild smut #hunter x hunter #phantom troupe #hxh fanfic #q #cant be the only one who thinks the cross tattoo looks like a web??

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scarlet2007 · 1 year ago

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Fandoms i currently write for:

˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・BTS.

˳✧₊┊[ 2 ]・Hunter x Hunter.

˳✧₊┊[ 3 ]・Harry Potter.

˳✧₊┊[ 4 ]・Marvel.

˳✧₊┊[ 5 ]・The Witcher.

˳✧₊┊[ 6 ]・Omniscient reader's viewpoint.

˳✧₊┊[ 7 ]・Batman. [Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd.]

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[ Jimin ]

˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・Highschool sweethearts.

- Summary: You caught the attention of the highschool sweetheart.

- Genre: Yandere, Kidnapping.

No work for other members available yet, feel free to request.

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⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Hunter x Hunter ₊︶꒷꒦︶

[ Illumi Zoldyck ]

˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・ Illumi x reader

- Summary: Illumi finally kidnaps his S/O.

- [ Series ]

[ Adult trio + Kurapika ]

˳✧₊┊[ 💜 ]・To tame a mermaid's heart.

- Summary: After being kidnapped by Chrollo, a certain clown and assassin took an interest in her as her childhood friend, Kurapika Kurta, tried to free her from the clutches of those monsters. But perhaps, Kurapika has become one too.

No work for other characters available yet, feel free to request!

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⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Harry Potter ₊︶꒷꒦︶

Upcoming series: Tom Riddle x reader.

No work available yet, feel free to request!

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⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ The Witcher₊︶꒷꒦︶

[ Geralt ]

˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・The Witcher's Witch.

- Summary: Being rescued by the Witcher after being accused of being a Witch was the last thing you expected in life. But it looks like kindness can go a long way if shown to the right people.

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⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Omniscient Reader₊︶꒷꒦︶

Upcoming series.

No work for any characters available yet, feel free to request!

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Things I don't mind writting for:

˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・Yandere theme.

˳✧₊┊[ 2 ]・Dark themes.

˳✧₊┊[ 3 ]・Romance.

˳✧₊┊[ 4 ]・Non - Yandere themes / Fluff / Angst.

˳✧₊┊[ 5 ]・Characters / members / reader as hybrid.

˳✧₊┊[ 6 ]・Characters / members / reader as super natural beings.

˳✧₊┊[ 7 ]・Crossovers in certain fandoms. [Only if I feel like it will fit]

˳✧₊┊[ 8 ]・Poly relationships.

˳✧₊┊[ 9 ]・There are more stuff that I am down to write for, feel free to request!

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Things I will not write:

˳✧₊┊[ 1 ]・Non-con, smut. [I am very much underage.]

˳✧₊┊[ 2 ]・Pregnancy, miscarriage, one night stands.

˳✧₊┊[ 3 ]・Pedophilia, Huge age-gap [Like 20-30 years, I don't mind a 10 years age gap but anything above 15 is a no for me]

˳✧₊┊[ 4 ]・Open relationships.

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- Also, I don't have a schedule.

- I am not taking requests anymore.

- And there might be a lot of things that I may / may not write for that I forgot to mention as I am still figuring out my writing style and what I feel comfortable doing.

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highandscared · 6 months ago

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Spiders and Spirits

Chapter 2

Pairing: Chrollo x Fem OC Tags: Fluff, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Light Angst Chapter Wordcount: 5,267

Aamu journeys to the Continent of Yorbia to study humans, she runs into none other than Chrollo Lucilfer. Is she the Nen exorcist he's been looking for? Is he the monster she's been raised to believe all humans are? Aamu is determined to unravel the mysteries of humanity, but she quickly learns that'll be no easy feat!

Click here for chapter one!

Author's Note: Hihi lovely reader! If you've made it this far holy moly thank you so much. This story starts during greed island arc, while Chrollo is without his Nen. I'm trying to write as accurate of a portrayal of Chrollo as I can, and I'm planning on trying to keep it at least somewhat faithful to the storyline that already exists. As always I hope you enjoy! o7

Alone in the woods at a dingy little camp he had time to think. Time to comb over just how everything went so wrong. Had he grown too confident in his abilities? If he had made sure they killed all of the Kurta clan, Uvogin would still be alive. If he hadn't been so focused on stealing Neon's ability, they would've been able to find the chain user sooner. Before he got captured, before he lost his Nen. Chrollo cursed himself for believing that everybody in the Phantom Troupe would be willing to sacrifice him for the greater cause. He knew how Pakunoda felt, and even that some of the others were less than caring of his rules. Now all he could do was wait and hope that he would stumble upon a Nen exorcist. It was all such a mess. He kept asking himself how exactly it all fell apart so quickly. On the outside he was fronting the same stoic nature, but underneath he felt as though his entire being was beginning to rip apart at the seams.

His thoughts were loud, so loud that he almost missed it. The hair raising on the back of his neck and the paranoid feeling that called him to look over his shoulder. He was being watched. As quickly as the onslaught of anxieties had come, they vanished in an instant as he started to deduce who was watching him. He could tell they were hiding behind the trees to his rear. It was clear whoever was watching him was an amateur. They hadn't even tried to hide their presence in the slightest bit. He made no move to indicate that he knew they were watching him. One wrong move and he could find himself facing a Nen user with his bare fists. That's why he had chosen to hide so far out in the woods in the first place. His list of enemies was rather long and if the chain user spread the word that he couldn't use his Nen anymore, people would surely come looking. Very angry people who wanted him dead. This made the task of finding a Nen exorcist that much harder. He couldn't openly parade around looking for one and let the whole world know that Chrollo Lucilfer leader of the Phantom Troupe was defenseless.

He resolved his worries once more, whoever was behind him was making no move to engage. For all he knew it could be a curious child that wandered too far into the woods. He looked around cautiously, and brought his gaze back to the book he forgot he was holding. It was a comic book: The Mighty Sweeping Power Cleaners; definitely meant for somebody younger but it held a special place in his heart. Memories of when he was a child dubbing over the animated show of the comic always came back to him when he read it. Some days he found himself wishing he could go back to those times. Before Sarasa disappeared. Before it all really began to go downhill. Deciding it was pointless to sit here and let his stalker watch him fall apart, he stood from the fallen log he had been sitting on. Making his way over to the small tent and grabbing a bandage, he wrapped it around his forehead underneath his black bangs. The tent was more of a tarp suspended on a rope and staked down at the corners so it formed a small triangular shelter for him to sleep under. He couldn't risk somebody recognizing the cross tattooed on his forehead, he stood out enough in the colorful little town with his black long sleeved shirt, black pants, and black shoes. Several miles south was a road that would lead him to a small seaside town. It was full of fishermen and farmers, so it was unlikely he'd find a Nen exorcist among the people. When he passed through there the first time, the villagers talked of their fear of the woods north. It was why he chose to make his camp so far out in them. Thinking maybe his stalker had something to do with those fears, he made he way to the town. Regardless it was something other than his countless mistakes to focus on .

As he walked down the dirt road to the city he thought about the fortune he had received from Neon, the daughter of Nostrade:

The calendar loses a precious component. The remaining months gather to mourn. The mourners play a melody, While the eleventh moon quietly rises.

The chrysanthemum withers and falls, To lie on the ground beside bloody Scarlet Eyes. But you will remain supreme. Even after losing half your limbs.

East is the direction to go. You will find one who awaits you. Enjoy the interlude. Be patient with your shadow.

It crossed his mind that whoever was watching him earlier in the day could be 'his shadow' that the poem was referring to. The mysterious person followed him up to the road, but stayed out of sight behind the tree line and disappeared as he made his way towards town. It was around noon when he reached the town square, a small market was being held with farmers filling temporary stalls with fresh produce, fishermen with beds of ice displaying their biggest catches, and even jewelers with rings laid out that dazzled in the sunlight. There were a plethora of other stalls set up selling trinkets and whatnot. It was a busy little town, but still a peaceful one. Nearly a complete opposite of Meteor City. He needed dinner but knew any meat would spoil on the walk back to his camp, so he approached a farmer with a slew of vegetables on display. Bright red tomatoes, the longest carrots he'd ever seen, bushy heads of cabbage, anything you would need to make a delicious stew.

“What can I do for ya' son.” Chrollo hid a small smile, even their accents sounded like they belonged in a quaint little town.

“Two carrots, two potatoes, and a tomato, please.” As he had made his way east from York New he was grateful for all the wealth he had accrued over the years. It kept him afloat while he was trying to figure out how he'd get his Nen back.

“There ya' are, have a good one.”

“Say I'm just passing through town, but I heard you guys stay clear of the woods just north. Why is that?”

“Well ya' see those are the lost woods, it's mostly just old folk tales but people have said they've seen strange lights and what not up there,” the older farmer had a drawl to his voice “if you're just passin' by em' don't fret, nothing bigger than a fox is gonna come creeping on ya'.”

“Thank you sir.” People were starting to line up behind him so he paid, grabbed his paper bag of vegetables, and went off to the next stall in search of more information. He spotted a small butcher's stand that was selling broth. As he was cutting across the busy walkway he felt it again. He was being watched. He looked around slowly to his left then right, they must've been behind him again. He decided it was unlikely anybody looking to attack him would follow him to a busy town square, and even if they wanted to they'd be a fool to do so in such a crowded area. He turned around quickly to see who was watching him, but he only caught a glimpse of a brown streak ducking behind a corner. It was now or never to confront this mysterious shadow, so he turned the corner to where they ducked away but there was no sign of them anywhere. Clearly they weren't interested in a confrontation. It relieved him a small bit as this meant they probably weren't here to kill him, but it left him more confused. If not a fight, then what did they want? There was a small chance it could be an admirer of some sorts. It was uncommon but he had heard of people who supported and wished to take after the Phantom Troupe, he'd even heard of some that worshipped them. The thought of that possibility made him wish that they were here to kill him instead. He returned to the butcher's stand selling broth.

“What'll it be for ya',” the butcher had the same quaint accent, but his voice was rougher than the farmers.

“Chicken broth, please.” Chrollo watched as the butcher reached below the counter and brought up a small container of broth.

“500 Jenny.”

Reaching into his pocket for the money, he asked the butcher, “Say I'm from out of town, are the woods up north really haunted?” The butcher chuckled.

“Ain't nothing but foxes and squirrels up there, don't let the wives tales get to your head, boy.” Even though he was nearing his thirties, Chrollo had a boyish face. People often mistook him for being much younger than he really was.

“Thank you sir.” Unfortunately, his search for answers didn't bring up much. On his way out of the town square he noticed a small book store on the corner of the street. One more try for answers couldn't hurt, he needed a new book anyway. The Mighty Sweeping Power Cleaners was sentimental, but he could only read it so many times and it was getting rather depressing. Perusing the cramped book shelves, he didn't see anything that caught his eye. The store was old and the selection of literature looked even older.

“It was that damn strange woman that's been lurking around town for days! The one that couldn't speak! She took off with at least four books and left me 100 Jenny!” It was hard for Chrollo not to eavesdrop on such a loud conversation in a quiet bookstore.

“You said she couldn't speak? What did she look like?”

“She didn't say a word, and when I asked her for the money she looked at me like I was crazy! I couldn't tell what she looked like because she was hiding under a hooded robe. It was brown and she had glasses with ginger hair but that's all I could see!” The book store owner cried out to the small town cop. Taking note of the brown hooded robe mentioned, it was possible that's what he saw when turned around to see his stalker.

“And when did all this happen?”

“Barely even thirty minutes ago! If you weren't standing here asking me all these questions you might be able to catch that damn thief!” Chrollo decided he'd come back another time to question the bookstore worker. He didn't want to mingle with the police, even if it was just a small town cop there was a chance he would recognize him. It was more than likely his stalker was also the book thief, which meant it was a woman tailing him. Unfortunately, the possibility of his shadow being an admirer was becoming more and more likely. He tried to reason with himself that somebody who wanted to kill him would be worse than a stalker that was looking for a chance. However he was unsuccessful in doing so.

By the time he made it back to his camp the sun was setting. He started a fire and dug a small pot from his tent when he noticed it. The Mighty Sweeping Power Cleaners was gone. He was going to give this stalker a reason to hate him if he was ever able to confront her. Maybe once he got his Nen back. He wouldn't kill her, he'd just give her a good reason not go through strangers belongings and certainly not steal their copies of The Mighty Sweeping Power Cleaners. He tried to let it go, but unfortunately he was once again unsuccessful in doing so. Night had fallen and his stew was almost done, when his shadow came to watch him again. Enjoy the interlude. Be patient with your shadow. The more he thought about his fortune and what he knew of his stalker, the more a picture of just who was watching him formed in his head. Whoever this was probably wasn't literate, if the book store worker was right in her being unable to speak. It made sense she'd take the comic book filled with more pictures than words. Did she live out here in the woods? Probably not. Anybody who spent their life surviving in the woods would know how to hide themselves better. Could she be a victim? Maybe she had escaped human trafficking, but if that were the case why wouldn't she seek out refuge in the town. Was she afraid to? The thought struck a chord somewhere in him, as kidnappings and human trafficking had been a serious issue growing up in Meteor City.

He was lost in thought again when he felt it. She was back. He continued preparing his dinner, deciding she wasn't a threat he needed to worry himself over as she again made no moves to approach. He threw in a potato, two of the carrots, and the tomato. A less keen ear would've missed it, but just as the stew came to finishing simmer the sound of a stomach growl just beyond the light of the fire rang out. He didn't have any extra bowls, only enough for himself. Looking around he saw a cup sitting in his tent. As he was filling it up with stew he proposed a trade with his shadow.

“If you give me my book back you can have some.” He would've offered it regardless, knowing all to well the feeling of famine. But why not try and get his comic book back in the process. He waited a few minutes, and when there was no answer he stood up to put the cup by the edge of the fire light near the direction of where the stomach growl came from. As soon as he got close he heard her scamper further back out of sight. Shortly after returning to his fallen log, he saw a slender hand reach out to grab the cup. A moment later and the same hand put an empty cup back. The ingredients had made more than enough for himself so he went and refilled the cup, but this time he placed it closer to the fire. Again after returning to his seat on the log, she inched out behind a tree. A brown hooded robe, ginger hair, and glasses. In the fire light her face looked thin, and he realized her hand wasn't just slender. It was malnourished. It reminded him of Feitan's frame when he was little. He rested his chin in his hand and watched her down another cup of stew. Instead of retreating to the shadows she stayed on the outer most edge of the fire light where it barely reached her.

“Can you understand what I'm saying?” Chrollo spoke calmly, he didn't want to accidentally scare her off. Whoever she was, she needed help. Although he knew her situation must've been unfortunate, he was rather relieved it wasn't an admirer. She looked at him but gave no indication of understanding what he had said. She got up and walked back into the darkness. He walked over to see where she had gone but stopped when he saw the ground. Paw prints. Big ones too. Was she not human? He knew of mythical beasts that lived in the woods, but again she didn't seem like she had any survival skills that a wood dwelling creature would have. He decided not to follow her, he had a feeling she wouldn't be gone long, and he didn't want to chance threatening her.

It had been a couple hours, and he was about to put the fire out for the night when she returned. She stood at the edge of the fire light holding the copy of The Mighty Sweeping Power Cleaners out to him. He slowly got up, trying his best to be as non-threatening as possible as he walked over to take it. Up close he could see the left lense of her glasses had a crack in it. Her eyes were a vibrant blue that almost seemed to glow in the low light. Everything else was covered by the hood and the robe.

“What's your name?” He spoke slowly, maybe she could pick out a word or two. She looked frustrated, like she wanted to speak but she couldn't. After a few stuttered noises, she pointed to herself.

“Aamu.”

“Aamu?” He pointed at her and repeated it. She nodded in agreement. “Chrollo.” He said pointing at himself.

“Ku ro ro.” She repeated. Having only said his name, he could tell she wasn't from anywhere around here. It sounded like her tongue wasn't even accustomed to forming those vowels. There wasn't much else he could do for her at the moment. The fire was dying and the moon was high.

“Goodnight, Aamu.” He turned to his tent and replaced his comic book. He looked behind where she had been standing, and she was gone again.

The next morning she appeared as he was making breakfast. He had set a handful of small basic traps around to catch squirrels, rabbits, and other small critters. Being raised near the forest in Meteor City he knew enough basic survival skills, on top of what he had picked up from books, to be able to survive in a harsh environment. The forest was no harsh environment by any means, the people in town were right. Nothing bigger than a fox lived in these woods. Which was strange considering how large and abundant they were. Aamu stood by the tree line again, not hiding but also not approaching. She was apprehensive. He looked down and realized he had forgotten his hands were still covered in blood from skinning the rabbit he had caught. The animal was already chunks of meat floating in the pot of stew he was making. Just a couple hundred feet away was a small river, so he left the pot to boil and washed his hands off. When he came back she had a thick leather bound book in her hands, and she was a few feet closer to the campfire.

“Ku ro ro,” he looked up at her curiously from his seat on the fallen log. She inched over to him from the other side of the campfire. Keeping herself as concealed as possible with her robe still, she held out her book to show him a map spread across two pages. Immediately he recognized Yorbia, Jappon, Azia, and all the other continents he was familiar with, but there were more. She had drawn the map as though the countries he knew sat in the middle of a lake, with more land surrounding it. She pointed to the ground, and then pointed to the center of the map, and tilted her head as if she were asking a question. He interpreted this as asking where they were on the map, so he took the pencil and made a small dot on the middle of the east coast of Yorbia. She motioned for the pencil back, but before giving it up Chrollo pointed at her, and then pointed to the center of the map while mimicking her same head tilt. She turned the book around and made a small mark on it, flipping it back around to show him. She had marked the west coast of the land he didn't recognize.

“Ixtal.” She said while pointing to the mark she had just made.

“Ixtal?” All he could do was repeat what he assumed was the name of her home back to him. He had never heard of any place named Ixtal before, let alone the land on the map she had designated as her home. He rested his hand in his chin, trying to rationalize the entire situation. For the first time he noticed her robe was imprinted with a design of leaves on its seam. This wasn't just any old dirty robe, it looked to be finely made. Wherever she had come from, wherever Ixtal was, it must've been at least a some what developed civilization. That would explain why she was unable to survive in the woods. He was fully convinced now she also wasn't human. That would explain hiding underneath the robe. Why had she come here? All the way to the east coast of Yorbia, it had to be a difficult journey alone for somebody lacking in survival skills. She would've had to cross two oceans and a continent to end up here. She crouched down and began scribbling on a new page in her book. After a minute or two she turned it around to show an incredibly rough sketch of him. Had Chrollo not been himself, he'd have no idea who it was.

“Ku ro ro” She was pointing at a space left above the rough sketch, and motioning for him to take the pencil. Taking the book from her he could only assume she wanted him to write his name above the portrait.

“Chrollo” He tried to correct her pronunciation. He was unsuccessful.

“Ku roro” Close enough. After taking her book back, Aamu reached into her robe and handed him a tomato. Puzzled once more Chrollo could only squint his eyes in confusion as he looked at her. She was staring at him, and when he gave no other reaction to the tomato she scribbled something in her book. Closing it and placing it back inside her robe, she got up to leave. After a few steps she turned around, and raised her hand without moving it. With that Aamu walked off back into the wilderness. He went over to check the tracks she had left behind, and he confirmed once more that they definitely weren't human.

Unsure of how to spend his day, he knew he needed to be searching for a Nen exorcist. However he thought back to his fortune: East is the direction to go. You will find one who awaits you. Enjoy the interlude. Be patient with your shadow. There was a chance Aamu could be the Nen exorcist he was looking for. It was just a hunch as he hadn't been given any evidence that she even knew what Nen was, but the entire situation surrounding her was so bizarre that if she was a Nen exorcist it would be the most normal thing about it all. He decided he wanted to see how things would unfold with this strange shadow of his, but she didn't show again for the rest of the day.

The next morning, she showed up again at the same time. Just as he was making breakfast. This time she wasn't as hesitant to step towards him, he had remembered to wash his hands promptly after skinning his meal. Still hiding underneath the robe she walked up to where he sat on the log. Book in hand as she offered him a flower. It wasn't anything spectacular, just a small white flower. They littered the forest floor. He took it, once again not understanding what she was trying to communicate. If anything at all. Just as she had done after handing him the tomato, she stared as if expecting a reaction, and when he gave none she began to scribble in her book. She closed the book, crouching down by the log. Fidgeting with the grass she pointed at the campfire where his breakfast was beginning to boil. Chrollo wasn't one to turn away the hungry, but he was curious as to what she had been scribbling in her book. So he filled his only bowl, and offered it to her. As she went to take it he held it back, and pretended like he was writing in the air. It got the message across as Aamu handed her book over without hesitation. He was flipping through the pages as she downed the bowl of squirrel and tomato stew.

The first couple pages looked like a table of contents, after that was the two page spread of the map, followed by a few pages of a language he couldn't read and didn't recognize. He found the portrait of himself and on the page adjacent a small drawing of a tomato with an X next to it and a few lines of the same language. Underneath the tomato was a small drawing of a flower which also had an X next to it again with a few lines of the unrecognizable language. It took him a second, but it began to click in his brain. She was recording his reactions. She was studying him. That's why she was so far away from home, she was more than likely trying to study humans. Putting Aamu's book down he got up and retrieved the comic book from his tent. If she had made the journey this far from home to study them, then she must be smart, and if she was smart then she could learn his language. If he could communicate with her then he wouldn't have to play a game a charades with every interaction. Instead of returning to the log, he crouched down next to her. She was eyeing him cautiously. He opened the comic to the first page and pointed at the words as he read them. He remembered teaching Uvogin how to read, it had been a challenge with him and he already spoke the language. She understood immediately what he was doing, intently watching his finger move across the page. After reading the entire comic book to her, she opened up her journal and began flipping through the pages. That's when he saw something that made him do a double take. It was the next page following his portrait, there was another very roughly drawn sketch of a person. They had a mane of hair, with bushy eyebrows accompanied by even bushier side burns framing a mean face, an incredibly muscular frame with a tank top, shorts, and what he could only imagine was fur on his hips and legs. Uvogin. Chrollo's head was spinning. How? Why? When? He was pouring through every detail in his head, but nothing made sense.

“Who is this?” He pointed at the rough sketch of who he assumed was Uvogin in her journal.

“Oo vo geen” Aamu replied with out any hesitation, confirming his suspicions She handed him the pencil, and pointed at the space above the drawing. He understood what she wanted, and his hand shook a little while he wrote it. Uvogin. All of the anxiety that had plagued Chrollo before Aamu found him came crashing back down on him. Did she have something to do with the chain user? He couldn't make sense of any of it.

“Ku roro,” She pointed towards the tree line as if there was something there, “Oo vo geen.” She stood up and walked over to where she had pointed. All he was could do was stare in a stun locked silence. Aamu looked up, as though she were looking at somebody much taller than her and pointed to where she was looking.

“Oo vo geen.”

Chrollo was now determined to teach her his language as fast as he possibly could. It was the only way he was going to be able to figure any of this out.

They spent the next couple days in the same routine. Aamu would show up when he was making breakfast, Chrollo would either go over the alphabet, the comic book, or general words and introductions. It was difficult to explain what scenarios required which words, so he ended up spending a lot of time drawing in the dirt in an attempt to teach her. Luckily he was right, she was smart and she caught on incredibly fast. Today however he needed to go into town for supplies, and he didn't want Aamu to follow him as there was a chance the police would recognize her. She still hadn't removed her hooded robe, although a few times he had seen soft looking paws stick out from underneath it.

“Kuroro! Hello!” She was excited whenever she greeted him.

“Hello Aamu. I need you to stay here today,” she clearly didn't quite understand what he was saying, “Aamu stay here.” He pointed at her, and then pointed at the ground.

“Staaay, here?” She pointed at herself and then at the ground and back again.

“Yes stay here. I'll come back.”

“Yes! Okay!” As he was leaving she sat on the log going over the comic book.

He was making his way back to the camp when he realized how bad he smelled. That was one of the things he had needed from the town, he forgot to get soap the last time he was there. He took a detour to the river near camp instead of heading straight back. It would be easier than having to tell her to wait again. He was pouring over everything that had happened as he made his way. The most logical explanation for Aamu knowing Uvogin's name and appearance was that it had to be Nen related. Maybe she could see past events? He thought of Neon's ability which allowed her to predict the future. An ability that allowed him to see the past of others could be incredibly useful for him and the Troupe. Did that mean his earlier hypothesis of Aamu being his Nen exorcist was wrong? Or did this mean it was right? Still lost in thought he reached the river and hugged the treeline as he walked, there was a shallow part farther up stream where it would be easier to bathe. The forest was rather dense in some areas, so he didn't see her until he turned to walk down the riverbank to the shallow area. He snapped out of his thoughts as soon as he saw somebody already occupying the place he intended to bathe. Quickly ducking back to the treeline, he was glad that he was a naturally soft stepper as he saw a brown hooded robe hanging from a tree closest to the river.

By no means was he a pervert, Chrollo had always respected the privacy of all the women in the Phantom Troupe. He was a murderer, a thief, a criminal, many things, but never a creep. However he was also an incredibly curious person, and he had the opportunity to see why Aamu had been hiding under the robe this whole time. How could he not take it? Moving with an amount of stealth he rarely ever used, his eyes followed the river bank, to the shallow part, to an undressed Aamu. She was kneeling down in the shallow water with her back to him. Bunny ears the same color as her shoulder length ginger hair. With pale blotches along her shoulders, back, and hips that almost looked like they formed a Rorschach test. Everything below her ginger puff ball tail was covered in the water. She was a rabbit. A human rabbit? Even being as far away as he was, he could still see she how skeletal she looked. He found himself wondering how long she had been starving out here. Fortunately, that was something he accounted for on his supply run and he made sure he got enough food to feed two.

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genshinrail · 1 year ago

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Updated: 29.06.2024

Welcome! I am Aku (she/he).

This is a side blog for writing. If you'd like to know more about me, or want me to follow you back, check out my main blog. That’s where I post my unhinged obsession with my fiancé, Illumi Zoldyck, and my art. I am a big fan of yanderes and the worst kind of villains, so that's going to be something I write a lot about.

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Rules and boundaries

This is strictly a canon x reader/OC writing blog. I won’t write canon x canon. I may discuss them, but that’s it.

By default, I write gender-neutral reader! I try to avoid using any gendered terms or describing the reader too much. (With something like smut, I may use vaginal terms for reader). I write readers of any gender, just remember to mention what gender the reader is if you send a request.

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Current fandoms I write for and the characters I am more likely to write about:

Genshin Impact - Aether, Anemo guys, all tall men, Lyney, Clorinde, Layla, Raiden Ei, Eula

Honkai Star Rail - Caelus, Dan Heng, Luocha, Gepard, Sampo, Luka, Dr. Ratio, Aventurine, Sunday, Gallagher, Arlan, Misha

Wuthering Waves: Rover, Aalto, Mortefi, Calcharo, Jiyan, Scar, Baizhi, Jianxin

Jujutsu Kaisen - Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Mahito, Kenjaku, Utahime Iori.

Bungou Stray Dogs - Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakagara, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Odasaku, Ango Sakaguchi, Ougai Mori, Edgar Allan Poe, H.P Lovecraft, Ouchi Fukuchi.

Hunter x Hunter - Illumi Zoldyck (anything I write of him will be very self-shippy), Hisoka Morow, Chrollo Lucilfer, Kite, Kurapika Kurta, Meruem, Shiapouf, Nobunaga Hazama

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REQUEST RULES + CHARACTERS

REQUEST RULES ::

⋆·˚ ༘ * i have a life outside Tumblr aka. requests might take a while depending on motivation. ༊*·˚

DONT TELL ME 'I want you to write...', it can come of rude and demanding and I won't fulfill your reques. Come of NICE when you request, e.g, 'I was wondering if you could right,' 'could you please write,' etc ༊*·˚

I WILL WRITE for fem!reader ONLY in all of the thirsts, drabbles, fics and headcanons i write, the troupe will be dom!character x sub!reader unless stated other wise or requested otherwise.

NOTE :: if gender is not specified in request, i will assume it's a FEM! instert and will write a FEM! insert

I can also write any male reader x male character nsfw's but ONLY for Heaven Official's Blessing and The grandmaster demonic cultivation !!sorry if you want male x reader for any other fandom, but this is just the fandoms im comfortable writing this troupe with.

NOTE :: I will rarely write a dom!reader x sub!character

COMFORTABLE WRITING ┈➤ fluff, angst, smut, and dark content.

COMFORTABLE WRITING TOPICS ┈➤ cnc, duncon, noncon, being drugged, breeding, baby trapping, daddy kinks, mommy kinks, dd/lg, blood play, weapon play, kidnapping, yandere, coercion/manipulation, god complex, praise, name calling, degradation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, cervix fucking, size kink, age gaps, cockwarming, bondage, biting, cucking, threesome, throat training, impact play, oral -> male and female receiving, face sitting, double penetration, anal + more ༊*·˚

NOT COMFORTABLE WRITING ┈➤ insest, stepcest scat, watersports, vomit, fisting, pedophilia, chastity, drowning, public nudity, gangbangs (no more than a threesome), cannabilism, hypnosis, duct tape, mummification, consensual servitude, humiliation, harem boys, prostitution ༊*·˚

I WILL NOT WRITE ┈➤ au's!! (i will not write for a character outside that timeline/setting as in the anime. so please refraining from asking me to write a 'modern au' 'collage au' etc. the only exception is making that au within the anime setting, such as; 'character doing this instead of this', like that is that makes sense?) insesct, stepcest ༊*·˚

all characters are depicted to be 18+

REQUEST CHARACTERS ::

⋆ HUNTER X HUNTER :: Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paradinight, Killua Zoldyck, Gon Freecs, Illumi Zoldyck, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor

⋆ DEATH NOTE :: Light Yagami, L Lawliet (L), Miheal Kheel (Mello), Mail Jeevas (Matt), Nate Rivers (Near)

⋆ BUNGO STRAY DOGS :: Dazai Osamu, Atsushi Nakajima, Kunikida Doppo, Edogawa Ranpo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Nakahara Chuuya, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Dostovesky Fyodor ༊*·˚

⋆ BLEACH :: Ichigo Kurosaki, Zaraki Kenpachi, Kuchiki Byakuya, Urahara Kisuke, Shinji Hirako, Kyoraku Shunsui, Aizen Sosuke, Hitsugaya Toshiro, Cifer Ulquiorra, Jaegerjaquez Grimmjow, Ishiha Uryu, Haschwalth Jugram ༊*·˚

⋆ NARUTO/BORUTO :: Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Madara, Uzumaki Naruto, Senju Tobirama, Hatake Kakashi, Hyuga Neji, Nara Shikamaru, Jiraya, Otsitsuki Indra ༊*·˚

⋆ DEMON SLAYER :: Demon slayers; Tokitō Muichirō, Rengoku Kyōjurō, Tomioka Giyū, Uzui Tengen, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Iguro Obanai, Himejima Gyōmei, Yoriichi Tsugikuni. Demons; Kibutsuji Muzan, Kokushibō | Michikatsu Tsugikuni, Douma, Akaza ༊*·˚

⋆ WIND BREAKER :: Haruka Sakura, Suo Hayato, Togame Jou, Kaji Ren, Umemiya hajime ༊*·˚

⋆ TOKYO REVENEGRS :: Mikey, Draken, Sanzu, Wakasa, Izana, Ran, Rindou ༊*·˚

#what i can write

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rotten-pomegranate · 7 months ago

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Now that Kurapika x kurta reader is there... What about the reader finally getting save? Idk who will save her tho

If someone tells me who reader gets saved by I’ll write it

Orrrrrrr we could get another person to kidnap her, I’m good with both

#hxh #hunter x hunter #chrollo hxh #hxh chrollo #hisoka hxh #hisoka #hxh hisoka #goes and snatches hisoka #chrollo x reader #kurapika #hisoka x kurta reader #chrollo kurta reader smut

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helplesslypurple77 · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

Notes: Hi, my name is Pearl, and this is my masterlist for all my anime related stuff.

i wright /readers and ships as well and i double post everything on ao3, so do check that out. i have it linked in my nav post

Key of sorts: 🌶️: Smut 💗: Fluff ☔︎︎: Angst 🛳️: Character/Character 📚: Character/Reader

ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY

Atsushi Nakajima

only fools rush in(🌶️💗📚) take my whole life too(🌶️💗📚) dangerous, im lovin' it(🌶️🛳️) before i come undone(🌶️🛳️☔︎︎??) i cannot compete with you(🌶️🛳️☔︎︎??) glimpse of the silhouettes(🌶️🛳️) a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you(🌶️🛳️) countin' one, two, three(🌶️🛳️) book of debauchery(🌶️🛳️)

Osamu Dazai

sweet dreams are made of these(🌶️📚) we got a love that is hopeless(🌶️📚) as it fell, you rose to claim it(🌶️📚) i cannot compete with you(🌶️🛳️☔︎︎??) book of debauchery(🌶️🛳️)

Doppo Kunikida

nothing yet...

Fukuzawa Yukichi

fit for two(🌶️📚) season of the witch(🌶️📚) a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you(🌶️🛳️) countin' one, two, three(🌶️🛳️)

Ranpo Edogawa

before i come undone(🌶️🛳️☔︎︎??)

PORT MAFIA

Nakahara Chuuya

nothing yet...

Mori Ogai

touch me there(🌶️📚) let me desecrate you(🌶️📚) countin' one, two, three(🌶️🛳️)

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

nothing yet...

DECAY OF ANGELS

Fyodor Dostoevsky

you get me closer to god(🌶️☔︎︎📚) we got a love that is hopeless(🌶️📚) see the party, the ballgowns(🌶️📚) my spirits sleeping somewhere cold(☔︎︎📚) I wish I was special, your so fucking special(🌶️📚☔️)

dangerous, im lovin' it(🌶️🛳️) glimpse of the silhouettes(🌶️🛳️) book of debauchery(🌶️🛳️)

Nikolai Gogol

nothing yet...

Sigma

nothing yet...

HUNTING DOGS

Saigiku Jōno

nothing yet...

Tetchō Suehiro

nothing yet...

MISC.

Sakaguchi Ango

i can tell you wanna(🌶️📚)

MAIN FOUR

Gon Freecs

nothing yet...

Killua Zoldyke

nothing yet...

Kurapika Kurta

to touch and to linger(🌶️🛳️) one of your girls(🌶️🛳️) warm the lonely night(🌶️🛳️) built to fall apart(🌶️🛳️) pink sugar and white light(🌶️📚)

Leorio Paradinight

nothing yet...

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PHANTOM TROUPE

Chrollo Lucilfer

to gamble with the devil(🌶️📚) if you love me(🌶️📚slight☔︎︎) down for a ride(🌶️📚) girls bring the boys out(🌶️📚)

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MISC.

Hisoka

to touch and to linger(🌶️🛳️) one of your girls(🌶️🛳️) warm the lonely night(🌶️🛳️) built to fall apart(🌶️🛳️) to gamble with the devil(🌶️📚) get all up in it(🌶️📚) the blind and the fool(🌶️📚) they were roommates(🌶️��) girls bring the boys out(🌶️📚)

Illumi Zoldyke

love dont come easy(🌶️📚) shes all i ever think about(🌶️📚) the blind and the fool(🌶️📚) blood and silken thread(🌶️📚) girls bring the boys out(🌶️📚)

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#bungou stray dogs #mariannacrxss #bsd smut #bsd x reader #anime #masterlist #helplesslypurple77

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sekceesimps · 4 years ago

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A Rose Made of Chains Ch 1

a/n Thanks for the 50 followers everyone! Keep sending us feedback and requests.

As promised here is chapter 1. Monday (tomorrow) night I’ll be publishing chapter 2 and then chapter 3 on Tuesday night. More info shortly but when we hit another milestone I’ll be publishing chapters 4-6.

Once again, thank you so much for the support! We never thought that we’d get this much appreciation from everyone. Hope you enjoy!

sincerely,

Coffee

Teaser Ch 2 Ch 3

teaser for part 2, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7

Kurapika (aged up) x Reader x Chrollo

Soulmate AU where you can find your soulmate through matching soulmarks.

Chapter 1

The rocking of the dingy boat made it hard for you to stand, but you did so nonetheless. Bitter water and a nervous type of air had taken over your senses. Your determination to get to the exam had forced you to ignore the wobbling of your legs ad you pushed yourself even further to get to the wheelhouse. When you had finally reached it, you noticed a small kid and two others also struggling to stay on their feet as the storm raged on. You had smiled queasily at the tall man with glasses. You don’t remember much during that moment, at least, not until the blonde passenger began a passionate speech. You tuned most of it out until you saw those glowing scarlet eyes, filled with fiery rage and fervor. Those eyes that haunt your dreams and still stick with you even now. You remember looking deep into that vermillion and knowing exactly who the blonde was in that moment. After his dramatic reveal, you yourself had quietly taken out your contacts and looked at him with a matching passion. In that moment, the two of you knew you were destined to be together, two survivors on the hunt for vengeance.

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The exam itself wasn’t too rough for you. You and the blonde Kurta, who had later told you that his name was Kurapika, had shared stories as you ran together through the first phase with ease. You had learned that he had been the lone survivor of the massacre. He listened intently when you informed him that you weren’t fully part of the clan, but rather that your father had been and you were raised to be a hunter with your mother far away from the Lukso Province. At that time, you were still hesitant to tell him about your home life, wanting to only listen to him and memorize how he looked in case he was also taken from you. You had always believed yourself to be unlucky for inheriting the scarlet eyes. You had viewed it as a mark of death and a hideous trait from your father, as it had been drilled into your head for the past five years. You had confided in Kurapika about this self hatred, sobbing softly at the thought of you and your family being hunted down for them. You hoped these words wouldn't be intense enough for him to leave you too. When the both of you had reached the end of the tunnel, he had pulled you in close and told you that nothing was more important to him than protecting you, the last member of his clan. You remember how passionate he was with this promise, nuzzling his face into your hair. The rose surrounded by chains inked onto his wrist, the one that was also on your body, had gone unnoticed by you.

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The second phase of the exam was when you truly began bonding with Kurapika’s companions. Your initial wariness, that his friends had initially interpreted as aloofness, began fading away as you took on a more helpful role for them, a role which would later turn into a sisterly one. After the examiner had let you all loose in the forest, you had quickly joined up again with the blonde Kurta, while also going with the people who were on the boat with you. The green haired boy named Gon and the tall man named Leorio stuck close as you led them through the foggy swamp. Through your trek, you had learned more about who they were and in that time you vowed to yourself that you would protect the young boy and try to help him on his quest to becoming a hunter. His demeanor and passion was something you admired and wished to see more of. You remember how in that trek, your small party had come across the magician named Hisoka that Kurapika had initially told you to be wary of before the exam had even started. You were all crouching and watching as the red haired man ruthlessly slaughtered a capable group of examinees. The rest of what happened was a little blurry to you, but you remember your anger when the magician had smirked at you and told you how ravishing you looked and in that moment you had chosen to fight. It had ended rather quickly, his combat skills were much better than you could have ever imagined. Somehow he had still managed to flirt with you while you and Gon tried to attack. You attributed your flushed red face to the fight rather than some of the steamy words he had whispered before tossing you to the ground. Hisoka had easily taken out Leorio but happily said that your group had passed, whatever that meant. The atmosphere was uncomfortable to say the least as you and your companion continued on your way. You and Gon successfully met up again with Kurapika and Gon’s white haired friend from the first phase. Kurapika had quietly asked if you were okay as he tended to a minor wound on your arm. You fondly remember the concentration on his face as you reassured him of your safety, no one you had ever met showed you this type of warmth before. That moment was when you had realized that you cared deeply for him.

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The rest of the exam had been fairly unmemorable. There was a whole struggle with the gourmet hunters, but you had powered through with Kurapika at your side, as usual. The third phase was unfortunately when you and your new friends had gotten separated. The five of you had lined up on the tiles at the top of trick tower and jumped in. You didn’t know what happened to your companions, but you recognized the urgency of passing the phase and went down the dark hallway alone. You recall the surprise of meeting up with Hisoka during the test, teaming up to brave the last part of the tower together. The two of you ended up successfully being the first and second people to pass, with days left to spare. As the hours passed with you and the magician wordlessly sitting together in silence, you couldn’t help but think of what Kurapika and the rest of the boys were doing right now. Your anxiety only increased when other examinees continued coming through and the blonde was still nowhere in sight.

“Darling, what’s got you looking so stressed. Your eyebrows are too crinkled,” Hisoka had interrupted your endlessly running fearful thoughts about 50 hours into the exam. You only sighed and ignored him. “You know, we make an incredible team. I’d love to truly fight you one day. You have this certain aura that I would just love to break” he continued and licked his lips, looking down on you with eyes of pure malice.

“I’ve got a delicious idea that could tire you out easily,” the man grinned with mischief and scooted closer to you. You glared at him in response, frantically trying to push him away. He chuckles at your pitiful attempt, but leaves you be for now.

“Thanks for the concern, I guess. I’m just tired and I can’t seem to fall asleep.” you mumbled and fiddled with your hands. You wished that Kurapika were with you, his presence somehow always filled you with ease.

It was down to the wire, when your hope ran out and you had accepted that your companions would not pass this phase. Sighing you went to Hisoka for a conversation, at this point he was the only person you knew since everybody else around you filled you with uncertainty. It was at that moment that your four companions and some other guy burst into the clearing at the last possible second. You grinned and waved at Kurapika, but he wasn’t looking at you. Instead, he was glaring daggers at Hisoka, who had put his hand on your waist when you hadn’t noticed. You shrugged him off and gave the blonde teen the warmest of smiles. You hoped that it made his heart melt, he had seemed cold after you two had been seperated.

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Zevil Island was unbearably hot. The whole area was much too warm for your liking. It was almost off putting how hot it was, a sharp contrast to the freezing cold demeanors of your fellow examinees. As you got off the boat, Gon had smiled and congratulated you on coming in second. This meant that you were one of the first to get off the boat and begin the trial. Kurapika looked far away as you had told him how you planned to stick by his side this time. He nodded solemnly as you told him that you would be off first so you would find him when he started. You had hidden in a tree and waited hours for him to finally get there. You remember grinning and how that instantly put him in a less tense position after you had jumped down and surprised him. You hoped that his ease with you was a sign that he cared about you too. Fortunately, neither of you had a target you knew, so you had both got your buttons fairly quickly, the two of you truly being excellent partners. The rest of the test was spent helping Leorio again, as the two of you powered through together, back to your friendly dynamic. You treasured how he said he wouldn’t let you out of his sight again. With that phase over, and all of you at rest before the final phase, you saw it fit to bring up soulmates with Kurapika.

“Kurapika! How are you.” You caught him as he was pacing the area in front of his room.

“Huh? Oh, hey Y/N,” he had grinned with surprise at seeing you, “do you want to go on a walk with me?” His invitation made your cheeks flush red, but you gave an enthusiastic yes and followed him. You talked about meaningless things like music taste at first, then your ambitions, your thoughts on the future, and then finally you brought up the one subject you were anxious about covering. You were beginning to have a suspicion that the blonde was your soulmate. The two of you had just gotten along so perfectly. It seemed like fate intervening when you two had met on that boat and he had revealed his identity. You hoped that it would be him who you’d spend your life with. He was so intelligent and calm. Not to mention, also incredibly attractive. You weren’t too sure how to ask him if he had a soulmate. Your own soulmark was inked onto your thigh, a place that made it hard for others to be able to identify you as their own soulmate. The placement made it much easier to pass off as someone without a soulmate. It was common for people not to have a soulmate now. In fact, it was also a common occurrence for people to lose their soulmate and then their mark would disappear. There were also terrible people in this world who would leave their soulmates, not everyone had a happily ever after and you were especially aware of this, your own parents being a soulmate couple that split up. The concept of a soulmate was once incredibly appealing to you as you grew up, but the more pain you saw in the world the more you gave up on the dream of a perfect partner determined by fate. Yet you silently prayed to whatever God that was listening for his mark to be a blooming rose being wrapped up by heavy chains.

“So, what are your thoughts about soulmates?” you inquired casually. He looked at you with a slightly surprised smile before answering,

“I think it’s definitely an interesting concept. I want to find someone one day. The idea of a person matching and completing my soul is so fulfilling. But it would be too much of a danger for me to have a soulmate right now. I want to meet them later, after I’ve done what I need to do. I just can’t have them be with me, it wouldn’t be fair to them,” he stated seriously, “what about you?” Those few words promptly break your heart. If you were his soulmate, you promised yourself in that instance to hold strong and wait for him. His heart is too heavy right now to take on the burden of you.

You sit next to him in silence for a bit, unsure of how to answer him, so instead you ask “What’s your soulmark,” breaking the awkwardness. He smiles and shows his wrist to you. In sharp contrast to his pale skin you see black and red marking his left wrist. A crimson rose encased in black chains, it matches yours perfectly. Your stomach drops. You don’t want to seem suspicious so you run your fingers lightly over his delicate skin and smile, you compliment the design and tell him how lucky he is.

“Y/N, can I see your soulmark” he had asked so sweetly and looked at you with the soft smoky eyes you had begun to love.

“I actually don’t have one,” you grin, trying to hide your pained words. It hurt you more than anything to lie to him, to have to see his small amount of joy dissipate. It’s all for the best you think to yourself. Someone as perfect as him shouldn’t have to weigh himself down with someone like me. You smile softly again and change the topic before wishing him a goodnight.

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Passing the hunter exam and gaining your license didn’t fill you with as much excitement as you expected it to. You felt bad for Gon, seeing as his friend didn’t pass. You liked the green haired boy quite a bit and wanted to help him the best you could. So when your soulmate said that he was going to go off on his own and earn money for the auction, you decided in that moment that it was time for you two to part. You wanted to help Gon find Killua and you needed some time without Kurapika so that you could think of your own future. You told him this but not without a vow to see him again.

“I promise that I’ll see you again” you declared with angry resolve. Kurapika smiles softly and places a light kiss on your forehead. You sigh and interlocked your fingers with his for one last time.

“As do I,” he replied, backing away and waving to you and your travel companions. You were going to fight tooth and nail to see him again in York New City.

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Icy water splashed across your frail sleeping form. You sharply gasp as the frigid splash wakes you from your dreams about the past. You don’t know how long you’ve been here or even where you are. You let out another sharp yelp in pain when a blade as quick as light rips the skin on your barely healed cheek apart. It always starts like this. A man comes in and jolts you awake, then he reopens the wounds from when they took you, before implementing some new form of injury. The last form of torture is always expected in your day and you weren’t sure in the first few sessions, but in all of them the same dark figure stood behind in the shadows. Watching but never saying anything. You were in agony at the end of every day, but your decisiveness remained the same each time. At the end of these sessions your torturer would ask if you wanted to join his group, you would let out a snarky reply saying no, then he would leave you in darkness for several days before coming back and starting it all over again. However, your resolve was becoming shorter and shorter with each passing day. You didn’t know if your friends even knew you were here. You were starting to believe that no one was coming to save you, no happy ending in sight. All you want is to see your blonde soulmate one last time. The dark quickly closes in again as the door closes shut, leaving you to your dream like state again.

a/n Chrollo in the next chapter, I promise. Please leave some feedback, as this is my first chapter fic. Anyways hope you enjoyed, Ch 2 out tomorrow!

~Happy Holidays!~

#kurapika #kurapika x reade #angst #smut #dub con #chrollo #chrollo x reader #x reader smut #soulmate au #kurapika x reader #soulmark #hisoka #hisoka x reader #fem!reader #kurta!reader #hunter x hunter #hxh #fluff

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