#his hair gets kind of sharp and ragged when he uses his nen

[killugonfluff]

Headcanon that when Alluka and Gon go sledding together down a hill, Killua uses Godspeed to keep up with them by foot. He could easily catch up without it but he enjoys the way Gon and Alluka’s eyes widen with delight and how their laughter peaks to new heights when his hair does the Thing

[charming-2d-boys]

Hi, I just want to say that I really love your writings and they actually really help me relax after a hard day!😊But today i just wanted to feel pain, so can I please have a dying! reader headcannon with Chrollo. If you do write for these, Im really sorry if you dont.

Oh, anon, who hurt you? I'll make myself cry, most probably 😭

Anyway, thank you and I'm glad to hear that! 😄 And thank you for the request as well! I hope you'll enjoy this! 🙇

A/N: the idea sorta came while listening to A Grave Mistake by Ice Nine Kills (I love the live version from SiriusXM, like please 😭💞). And I was so close to writing a scenario and then I read headcanons and I just kinds stopped like oh, yeah 😂

Warning: very long, angsty, description of injuries and death

you’d never thought it could hurt so badly

or that there’d be so much blood

but, alas, that was the unfortunate situation you found yourself in

the several gashes you’d acquired during your fight were making you dizzy from blood loss

your attacker had died a few seconds before, blood still flowing from the stomach wound you gave him

that was also the only serious hit you managed to land on him

unfortunately, you just knew that it only saved you for a bit more time

you had barely managed to get out your phone, only to see the screen cracked

and you were honestly scared it wouldn't work, but you felt relief when the screen lit up

you called Chrollo, but you had to put the phone on the ground, next to your ear

you had never felt happier to hear his voice

if only you could see him one last time as well...

Hello, love! And Happy Anniversary! Where are you? I hope you're on your way because I wouldn't want dinner to get cold-

Chrollo...

he suddenly went quiet as he heard you and you could hear shuffling in the background

(Y/N), where are you?

you told him, wheezing when you felt a sharp pain in your side as you tried to breathe in more air

you heard more shuffling before the city noise filled the background on the other end

Stay on the phone with me. Tell me what happened.

it hurt so badly to talk

your throat felt as dry as bone and also wet and the taste of blood was prominent

but you tried to talk, telling him about the one who attacked you while on your way home and how you tried to defend yourself, but their Nen far surpassed yours

apparently, your attacker had friends who wanted to destroy the Spider as well

and they would cling to anything that would hurt them or get them closer to the Phantom Troupe

you’d rather tell your boyfriend about this face to face, though

you did laugh and you heard his chuckle when you told Chrollo about the fatal hit you inflicted on your attacker

but when he asked you how bad your injuries were, you couldn’t answer

what were you supposed to say?

that you’d never seen so much blood in your entire life?

or that you could feel yourself slipping away?

(Y/N)? Talk to me, darling. I’m almost there. Just keep talking.

you told Chrollo about the cake you had bought and how you wanted to go on a date the next day or just sleep in and spend the entire day celebrating at home

he only hummed, hurrying over to you as fast as he could

good thing Shalnark installed an app on your phone that allowed Chrollo to pinpoint your location with accuracy

he swore he’d only use it in case of emergency and he’d kept his word

Chrollo felt his heart drop into his stomach when he saw your figure and all the blood surrounding you and the figure a few meters away from you

(Y/N)? I’m here now. Everything’s going to be fine, okay?

his hand caressed your cheek while the other hovered over your waist, where most of the blood seemed to come from

you leaned into his touch, smiling at him despite all the pain you felt and the numbness that started to overtake your limbs

Chrollo had already called Machi to heal you and Feitan, more for reinforcement than anything

and a few seconds later you could both hear them rapidly approaching you

Machi, please.

she only nodded and got to work, with Feitan going over to your attacker and inspecting him closely

Chrollo held your hand the entire time, smiling down at you and kissing your knuckles, hoping that you’d be saved and coming back with him injured, but alive

Machi managed to stitch most of your wounds and the bleeding stopped, but you were still pale and trembling from all the blood loss

How are you feeling, love? Better?

you wanted to say yes, just to keep that hopeful sparkle in his eyes

but you couldn’t

No... It hurts a lot... I don’t think I’ll-

Stop. Don’t say it.

Machi had gotten up and taken a few steps away from the two of you, still hearing you, but giving you some privacy

she’d done her best and you were thankful for that

you had felt her hands tremble slightly

you were friends and her boss’ lover

the idea of someone else she grew close to dying was making her sick

and Chrollo felt the same way

despite being around death so often and for his entire life, he still hated the idea of someone he cared about leaving his side like this

it was too soon

he still had so many things he wanted to experience with you and show you

he couldn’t lose you just like that

it wasn’t fair

there were tears forming in his eyes and you felt your heart clench in pain and pity when they started descending down his cheeks

your fingers wiped them away, the dry blood on your fingertips leaving faint marks where they got the blood wet again

Shhh... Don’t worry, we’ll meet again one day. Okay? And I’ll watch over you. So don’t cry anymore, please.

you were no better since you were crying as well

it really wasn’t fair

you didn’t want to die

you didn’t want to leave Chrollo

and seeing him actually react like this really moved you

as cool and charming as he always acted, even with you for the most part

you really didn’t think that he felt so strongly about you

you kissed the top of his head lightly as his face rested over your neck, lips pressing over the still warm skin and moving as if he was mumbling

or praying

Chrollo, sweetheart, please, look at me.

his eyes were teary and a little bloodshot as his hands were holding tightly onto yours

you looked so pale, but you still smiled at him

and Chrollo felt his heart crack

because it was his fault

he should’ve kept you safe

he was still trying not to be loud

and only you could see his face and feel his trembling hands

It’s not your fault. Understood? Don’t blame yourself. I want you to promise me this.

he couldn’t do that and you knew it

he’d always feel some guilt because this could’ve been avoided

if only he’d been with you, he could’ve protected you

just like he promised you

and he broke it

I promise.

he knew how stubborn you were sometimes

you wouldn’t take no or I can’t for an answer

not this time

I love you, (Y/N). I’ll always do.

his voice was anything but loud

this was only for you to hear and no one else

not even Machi or Feitan

So will I, Chrollo. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone, alright?

you smirked playfully, though even you felt like it was a pitiful attempt at making everything more light-hearted

he cracked a broken smile and kissed your forehead, arms slowly lifting you up so he could hug you properly

you hugged him back tightly, hand going through his hair as his hands clung to your torn clothes, feeling the dry blood that had soaked through

it honestly hurt to stay like this

but it didn’t matter anymore

even now, you felt safe in his arms

his cologne always brought you this feeling of familiarity and home

and his skin was so warm that you never wanted to part with him

but you slowly started feeling even more sluggish

there were black spots gradually growing in size and numbers and you closed your eyes, letting your other senses heighten

his breathing was ragged but still quiet

his fingers were digging into your skin only a little

his grip tightened just as yours started to weaken

you could only press a kiss to his shoulder before you felt a few more tears fall onto your skin

if only you could apologise for making him cry, you would’ve done it

but you could barely open your mouth to utter a whimpered sorry

and the last thing you heard was Chrollo, thanking you for loving him

as he got up, with your lifeless body in his arms, cradling you protectively

Chrollo looked down at your face

you looked as if you were sleeping

just like that time when you went to an amusement park and he had to carry you home because of how tired you were

if only there wasn’t so much blood and your body was warmer

Machi and Feitan were looking at the both of you without saying a word

Machi’s eyes were shining with unshed tears

while Feitan grimaced behind his mask

things would never be the same now that you were gone

he could already sense the change in Chrollo

Feitan, do you know who he is?

Yes, seen him before. Yakuza from the northern side of the city. Had a clash a few months ago.

Chrollo only nodded and his fingers tightened their grip a little over your skin that was growing colder

Let’s head back. After all, we should forgive our enemies. But not before they are hanged.

Chrollo and the other two Spiders walked away from the scene in silence

every memory the two of you had built over time, good or bad, was burnt into his mind and kept replaying

he glanced at you again

you would never be forgotten

you would always be loved

Chrollo swore this

and swore to get even and kill them all

revenge is a confession of pain

and he had never felt so much of it before

[static-fanatic-1]

Tattooed-Uvogin

-part 2-

(Y/n) locked her apartment doors lock and slid down the wooden surface. She couldn't believe it, she just couldn't. She was found out and now she was going to die.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as the female's chest rapidly rose and fell. Her hyperventilating prevented her from pulling out her phone to text her parents, she was lucky she did it when she first got in the car.

Hiccups and sniffles resonated throughout the entire room, the sound suffocating. Sudden buzzing pulled her out of her anxiety attack.

(Y/n) sniffed and whipped her face with her jackets sleeves. Composing herself she pulled out the device and swiped it. "Hey mom."

"Did you get home okay?" The static form the silence was filled with her sweet, calming voice.

"Yeah, I just shut my door. Did you guys have fun?"

"Yes we did, the concert was pretty good. The building was really crowded though. Anyway are you okay? Have you been crying? What happened?"

"Oh no, no, no. I'm fine don't worry." (Y/n) replied back, finally building enough courage to stand up as walk to her couch.

"Was the place crowded? I know how you act when you're in a crowded place."

"It was, there was a lot of people. I'm just kind of relieved to be back home." The female sighed just to rub her temple to stop her shaking voice. "I'm not the best when it comes to crowds."

"I know I know." There was a pause, the silence becoming deafening for both parties. "We're really sorry you had to grow up like this. We wish we would have done something different." Whined Martha, her voice delicate, as if her daughter was a wilting flower. In that case she wasn't wrong.

"No, no, no, momma don't say things like that! You guys did as much as you could! It's none of your guys' fault that I got a tattoo! I'm grateful I have parents like you two. I wouldn't trade y'all for the world." Tears decided to return, toppling down her cheeks and onto the armrest of the couch. "I love you and dad so much, nothing would change that."

Sniffing could be heard on the other side. "I know, we love you too. I'm going to let you go alright, stay safe and good night."

"Good night, love you."

"Love you too, ba-bye."

There was a click of the ending call, then suffocating silence. Once again wiping away her tears (y/n) sniffled and walked over to her kitchen counter for a snack. Bringing her breathing to a calmer speed, the female slowly ate on the couch.

Loud, sudden banging rattled the doorframe of the front of her apartment. Who would that be? Jessy? No, couldn't be, she passed out the moment her head hit her couch.

(Y/n) was alone, stuck in her dark apartment with nothing but her snacks and a knife in the kitchen. Though the loud banging didn't stop, and the manly voice from the other side brought a sheet of cold sweat to form on the female's face. "(Y/n), we know you're in there. If you just walk out we'll promise to be gentle."

The anxiety found itself back into her head, who are they? Why are they here?

The man hit the door more vigorously. "Do you know how big of a price tag is on your back? The soulmate of a Phantom Troupe member would pay a pretty Jenny, enough to live like kings for the rest of our lives."

Another voice presented itself, younger, softer, a woman maybe. "Just let us in, then nothing will hurt you."

Quietly placing down her snack, (y/n) slowly stood from the couch and moved in the direction of her room. Quiet whispers were heard from outside, the loud banging a of their fists coming to an abrupt stop. "Fine, but don't blame us when your blood stains the carpet."

Gun shots exploded through the door knob, splashing splinters into the air like sparks. With a rough kick the owner of the first voice burst through the door and dashed to the female.

(Y/n) whipped around to run but a rough hand tightly gripped her wrist and shoved her to the ground. Her left shoulder smashed against the tile, earning a groan from the female. Four more people entered the, three guys and a girl, each decorated with large guns and sharp knives.

The man that shoved her to the ground straddled (y/n)'s waist, his thighs practically crushing her body. His hands shoved hers above her head, his long blonde hair tickling her face as he leaned down. The blonde's sadistic grin brought tears to the corners of her eyes.

"L-let me go!" Screeched the frightened girl, thrashing and writhing underneath his heavy body.

"No can do," Chimmed the one girl, her brown hair being pushed to the side. "Like we said, you cost a pretty Jenny." She turned her attention to the other men. "Should we try the mafia? We might get a better deal."

"I'd say we should, besides they don't really like the Troupe." Replied a black haired man, his body standing in front of the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Yeah, probably. Trevor, tie her up we're leaving." Spoke the girl, lifting up her gun to examine it with a sense of pride. Her face was smug, her pink lips curled in a successful smile.

Though her lips quickly turned slack, her eyes wide as a thin line of red blood formed on her porcelain neck. Her sapphire eyes rolling to the back of her head and the brown hair falling to the floor. Her head following after.

Noticing everyone's shock, (y/n) took the opportunity to shove the blonde off of her and dashed to her bedroom, locking the door behind her. Screams and gun shots were fired, though (y/n) had no intention of seeing what was beyond the door.

A loud voice laughed throughout the entire onslaught, as if he was having fun killing those hunters. The slaughter paused, voices conversing  behind the door she was propped against.

She needed to get out of here. She needed to run before whoever was beyond the door busted it open. Scrambling up from the carpeted bedroom floor, (y/n) scurried over to the small window to try and open it up.

Everything froze when a hefty knock echoed through the building. "Hey, babe, you can open the door now. You're safe."

The voice beyond the door was gruff, deep, yet smooth and slightly drawn out. Sultry in its own fashion, like dark chocolate, smooth and bitter with a slight hint of sweetness. Whoever that voice belonged to must have been a criminal, (y/n) knew such, and that fact was the only reason her door remained locked.

A few quiet exchanges were given, (y/n) not even bothering to listen as her window finally cracked open. Another voice resonated through the door, a familiar one. "(Y/n), it's Pakunoda, the hunters are gone, you're safe now."

Another breath caught itself in the terrified female's throat, why was she so surprised? She didn't understand, in her mind everyone was a possible threat so why did Paku's voice scare her? "You're part of the Phantom Troupe? Wh-why didn't you say anything? Tell me?" Her voice didn't seem normal, cracking under the anxiety the situation brought.

Pakunoda sighed just to lean in closer and explain why. Something along the lines of 'You would have run away' and 'I know you're afraid, but you really don't have to be'. She was trying to sympathize with (y/n), trying to lure her in to make her open the door.

But she wouldn't fall for it, she couldn't fall for it.

So she ran, down the rickety steps until rough concrete greeted her bare feet. Right when her feet hit the ground, a loud, almost deafening boom reverberated from above. Rubble scattered through the air, dust and pebbles littered the ground like hail.

She was afraid, so terribly afraid when an entertained laugh echoed from above. It must have been from the same deep voice as before, the one that called her babe. Like hell she was going to look up, like hell she was going to freeze and let him catch up. Like hell.

Weight and darkness flooded (y/n)'s vision, what happened? A large hand and arm wrapped itself tightly around her waist, the owners entire body hovering over her hunched form. The man's face buried into her neck, tickling her with his warm breath.

'How did he get to me so quickly?!'

It struck her, her face in the direction of the crumpled ground beneath them. 'Did he jump? How?! I was on the fifth story of the building!'

"Hey, babe." She could feel the grin on his face, earning rapid breathing. Maybe if they were under different circumstances the intimate position might have been romantic. Just maybe.

But now was different. Instead the female was trembling in raw fear. Her voice caught so far into her throat she might have thrown up if she tried to speak. What was he going to do to her? Kill her, kidnap her, something worse?

The man's hair tickled (y/n)'s neck, a long dark grey mass of fluff on the side of her vision. The man laughed, his large arm lifting her up like a feather as he rose from the ground. Being tugged into his embrace like a kitten was strange, and her newfound height was astonishing.

How tall was this guy? How was he so strong?

The man, (y/n) could only guess was her soulmate due to her nickname, held her up with one arm with their chest and back flush against each other. She felt like a rag doll being held like this.

(Y/n)'s mind finally decided to work again, now thrashing and kicking and scratching for freedom she somehow knew she wouldn't get. "L-let me go! Please!"

Seeing his soulmate writhe in his arms like this... was oddly exhilarating. Knowing she was afraid seemed funny to Uvogin, he wasn't going to hurt her. Though if she didn't know nen then it would make sense as to why she thought that. Still, he couldn't really keep from laughing, he was too excited to find his soulmate.

Well, he had to check didn't he? Uvogin maneuvered her body in his arms, now holding her with an arm and his side. His other hand pulled the back of her shirt up, her legs kicking in protest.

"Wha-Put me down!" She yelped, trying to grab her shirt to pull it back down.

Uvo laughed again, this time calmly with his chest vibrating. There it was, the same tattoo on his lower back. On her soft (s/c) flesh it fit perfectly.

He put it down and tore her right sleeve off, revealing her own tattoo. Both were the same, a perfect blend of calm and storm.

From above, a voice, slightly annoyed and irritated brought him back to reality. "Oi! Uvo! Is that (y/n)?!"

Uvogin gave a classic, goofy cheshire grin. "Ask her yourself, Nobu!" Once more he dragged her around like a doll, this time both his hands gripping her waist to show her to the world, or more specifically Nodunaga.

After rolling his eyes, an expecting look was given to the beyond frightened girl. She nodded, not exactly caring about if they knew her name at the moment.

Nobunaga cackled, smacking his hand on the iron railing of the fire shoot. (Y/n) being curled up in her soulmate's grip must have been funny. "She IS cute. Paku look at her, she's adorable!"

The blonde revealed herself, a new package of a snack in her hands. Apparently (y/n) wasn't the only one with the midnight munchies. Paku handed a piece to the dark haired man beside her. "Told you." She retorted.

Uvogin pulled her to his chest, snuggling to the (h/c) haired girl in his arms, face buried into her neck. "You're adorable." He muttered.

Voice caught in her throat, she didn't speak. The only sign of her uncomfortableness was the deep red blush upon her cheeks and the small yelps she would make.

"Hey, the cops are coming! Let's go ahead and get out of here!" Nodunaga yelled from above, clearly not bothered by his friends affection.

"Eh? Fine, fine, let's go." The bear like man pulled his soulmate close—bridal style—and threw himself into the air in the direction of god knows where.

(Y/n) yelped at the sudden jump, flight? More like flight she thought. Her stomach churned, probably from the alcohol, the lack of food, and the rushed movements. God she didn't feel too good.

Pakunoda and Nodunaga stopped on the roof of a building, one directly across from a fairly nice hotel. Uvogin paused and allowed (y/n) to sink from his grip onto the concrete below. She dry heaved, not exactly having enough bile to rise from her throat. "Oh god that was horrible." She whined to herself, not thinking about the people next to her.

Nodu snickered and Uvo laughed, it was funny how she wasn't used to this. They had forgotten what it was like to be normal.

Uvogin kneeled down, still laughing, and placed a hand upon the girl's shoulder. "You'll be fine."

She turned and gave him a look. One akin to a mother scolding a child, a 'bite me' type look.

The bear like man laughed again, shrugging his shoulders. "What?" His childish grin had returned and almost mocked the shorter girl.

"This isn't exactly what I expected from a first date." (Y/n) snapped, still kneeling on the ground.

From the side Nobunaga finally burst, tears streaming down his cheeks at the two in front of him. His laughing was contagious, light, but still not helping the situation (y/n) was in. "Uvo she's perfect for you!"

"Yeah she is." He smiled and patted her head, clearly not bothered by her snapping attitude.

"Uvo," Paku started, hopping onto the roof. Did she leave? When? "I got a room for the two of you; she probably won't want to sleep in the cathedral." She handed him a card.

"Thanks Paku." Uvogin replied, standing to his full height and dragging (y/n) to stand as well.

She stared at the man, how the fuck is he human? He's HUGE. This was the first time she was actually able to take in his features. Dark grey hair splayed around his face, afro style, yet more like a lion's mane. His features were sharp and strong, side burns framing his strong features.

Eyes burned with determination and ferocity. Rippling muscles complemented his unnatural height, both inhuman. His white tank top, black shorts and furs around his shoulders and waist stuck to body. In Uvogin's own right, he was handsome.

Speaking of Uvogin, his eyes met hers, his grin stretching a bit. "Like what you see?" The man teased.

Oh god, why did she look at him? A dark red blush swept across her features, her voice once again caught in her throat. "You're subpar at best." She needed to shut up or else they would probably kill her, curse her bad habits.

It was now Paku's turn to snicker. "She's brutal... anyway, (y/n), your parents work in the Harthhold Museum correct? As security managers."

(Y/n) paused, a fearful glance in the direction of the blonde. Quickly her fearful looked turned to hostility. No one would threaten the people who tried so hard to keep her safe—no one. "What do you want?" The female snapped.

"We just want to know the hunters your parents hired for the new exhibit. You helped them with their work correct?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Paku thought for a moment, taking a quick glance at the two near her, as if telling them to follow along. "If we have to force the information out of you we won't let you warn Martha and Edgar."

There was a moment of silence, she was jesting, she had to be jesting. "What are you planning?" (Y/n) asked, she just couldn't help but ask.

"We can't tell you. So... who are the hunters." Pakunoda pushed.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and sighed. She explained the hunters, every single one by name, face, and where they would be stationed during the opening.

Paku listened, hand on her hip as her eyes bore into (y/n)'s skull. "Good, we'll tell Shal to look them up." She body turned away and pulled out a phone. "Hey Nobu and I are heading back, we've got the information about the hunters."

"Yes."

"Alright, see soon." Pakunoda ended the call, turning back to the fore mentioned and waving her hand. "Let's go, it's late and I'm tired."

The black haired man tapped the end of his sword and nodded. "Sure, see you later Uvo!"

And they were off, gone into the night to leave the soulmates alone. The female slightly trembled, due to the crisp night air or the man beside her, she didn't know. His hand placed itself upon her shoulder, completely dwarfing her in size. "How about we go to our room, huh?"

She could feel his grin, bringing back the terror she had felt the first time they met.

Uvogin wrapped her in his arms, again with the bridal style, and jumped off the building. He soaked in the sound of her surprise, music to his ears. They entered the hotel and ignored everyone looking at them, just to get to their room as fast as possible.

When they made it, he almost didn't open the door. He almost busted through there just to roughly shut it and toss (y/n) onto the large bed. He shuffled over to her, crawling on top to smother her with affection.

Uvo buried his face into her neck, taking a deep breath and soaking in her noises and sent. She smelled sweet, a slight hint of alcohol lingering on her skin. The girl peeped, taking her hands to push the man off of her. To him it did nothing, only letting him indulge with the contact of her small hands on his large chest.

He chuckled and used a hand to pet her soft (h/c) hair. Uvogin left some sloppy kisses along her neck, a mewl escaping her lips when he found a certain soft spot. The bear like man chuckled and lifted himself up to stare down and loose himself in her (e/c) eyes.

"God you're adorable."

(Y/n) stuttered, not being able to create words to help her comprehend what was happening. What should she say? What should she do? She didn't want to go this far! Was he trying to go that far?

"W-wa-wait. W-wait, I don't want this... please don't do this!" Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes.

"Huh?" Uvogin raises an eyebrow to lift himself up a bit more. "What? No, no I wouldn't do that to you!" He used his hand and moved it to her cheeks to wipe away the forming tears. "I wouldn't do that, I love you." He have a gentle smile to try and calm her down.

It worked, a little bit. Just enough to keep her grounded a bit more. (Y/n) sighed, a shaky sigh only akin to relief. "C-can I talk-talk you my parents?"

Uvogin sighed and sat up on the bed, his legs hanging off the side of the bed. "Sure, just watch what you say." He lifted her phone to wave it in her face.

(Y/n) tried to take it with a shaky hand, but the man had other ideas, grabbing her hand and pulling her into his lap just to cuddle with him. He buried his head into her neck just to breath her in again.

Hesitantly—fearfully—she took the phone and dialed her father's number. It ran, low and deep into the quiet room. (Y/n) took a deep breath as Edgar answered.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked, the clear groggy voice hinting at him just being woken up.

(Y/n) furrowed her brows and gave a relieved sigh, how was she supposed to react? "Nothing much, I just wanted to talk about-about the museum exhibit thing."

"(Y/n) that thing is in a few days, what's gotten into you." The man on the other side of the phone laughed to himself. "Oh, sorry... I just woke your mom up." He sheepishly admitted.

The daughter smiled gently, she truly couldn't have asked for better parents. "That's fine, it's actually about you two. Can you guys not go to the exhibit? Please?"

Edgar gave a questioning 'huh' before flipping the phone to speaker, allowing his wife to talk and listen too. "Why?"

"Well, just trust me... okay? Please?"

There was silence, and (y/n) almost thought they could hear the quiet purrs from her captor as he nuzzled into her neck. Though it seemed they didn't. "Why? (Y/n) why?"

"Just trust me okay? Love you." Without allowing them to say anything back, she turned off the phone. Letting her hands fall to her lap she didn't even try to stop Uvogin from taking the device and crushing it in his grip.

The phone fell, the last bit of hope following.

Uvogin hummed onto her ear, pulling her closer into his chest as he fell onto the bed. An exaggerated sigh left his lips. "I'm so relieved we found you first."

His large arms encircled her much smaller being. (Y/n) leaned in, soaking in his warmth as he radiates heat.

If (y/n) learned anything from the torturous tattoo, it was to make the best of any situation. She would have to try really hard for that, but did (y/n) really have a choice? No, she couldn't escape something like this—someone like him.

Uvogin would make sure of that.

(8261 words)

(Finished: 7/23/20)

[sekceesimps]

A Rose Made of Chains Ch 2

a/n holy crap! thank you guys so much for all the nice comments and positive feedback about this story. This is the best Christmas gift ever. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 3 out tomorrow (Tuesday) night. 

Sincerely, Coffee

teaser.     Ch 1    Ch 3

teaser for part 2,    Ch 4,     Ch 5

Kurapika (aged up) x reader x Chrollo

warnings: This chapter does get very violent and angsty. If physical branding and torture triggers, you please don’t read  

Don’t scream. Don’t scream. You silently chanted to yourself after waking up from a horrible nightmare. For once you wake up before your torturer has a chance to dump water on you. There were no windows or other sorts of indication about the time. You analyzed your surroundings. For whatever reason, you felt motivated to fight this time. Your “room”, if it could even be called that, was made up of a small charred blanket on the ground to act as a bed, a rickety looking bucket, and a sturdy chair being held up by thick gray shackles. Just looking at the iron chair sent shivers up your spine, it was where most of the torturing had been taking place after all. You had tried using your nen ability when you had first gotten here, but it had proved futile, as it seemed that there was something that forced zetsu upon you. It wasn’t like your nen could do anything  to escape to begin with. You had no issue with being a manipulator. You were an incredibly talented and special user according to Kurapika himself. Your nen ability was being able to manipulate and influence the movement of light. It made you incredible with stealth and diversions to help your friends, but terrible at actually being able to fight back. Your ability was too weak combatively, it was kind of why you were even here in the first place. Mumbling, you continue looking for a way out as your mind goes back to the day you were taken. 

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That day had started so beautifully. You had woken up to sweet humming from Kurapika as he lazily flipped through the pages of a book. After passing out on the ground next to his hotel bed the night before, he had graciously pulled you up next to him. His long arms hold you close to his warm body, making your face flush, an action only reserved for lovers, but he did so nonetheless with you. 

“Good morning, Y/N'' he greeted and put his book down. You’ll never forget the joyful glint in his eye, one that was becoming less and less common to see, as his face nuzzled into your neck. It was times like this when you wished that you could just tell him that you were his soulmate. Unfortunately, you couldn’t do that to him now. He was busy planning on what to do with the spiders. You had helped him with this plan, but he often made it clear that he didn’t want your mind to be burdened with the violence of his future actions. “Can you go to the store? We don’t have much food left and I’m tired of eating junk with Gon.” he mumbled against your neck. 

“5 more minutes,” you whined and cuddled closer against him. His warmth was intoxicating and the heavy smell of lemongrass that came off of him made you want to stay next to him forever. You don’t want this moment to end. You never get to see Kurapika smile and you’ve never seen him so vulnerable as he is in the mornings. You’d never admit it out loud, but you love to fall asleep on the ground next to his bed, knowing full well that he’s much too polite to leave you down there alone. 

“Get up, lazy” he answered and untangled his arms from your body. You know the two of you aren’t dating, but it sure did feel like it on mornings like this. “I can’t come with you today  because Leorio wants me to help him with something. Make sure to get breadsticks! Oh, and don’t forget to get something sweet for Killua” he snaps you out of your thoughts.  

“Alright alright. I’ve got it, do you need anything else,” you remarked as you dragged yourself out of the comfort of his bed. It creaked softly at the shift in weight. He shook his head and wished you goodbye. 

You never made it to the store that morning. After you had left the hideout, you stupidly decided that you wanted to take the scenic route to get groceries. Unfortunately, the scenic route at 8 in the morning is also a dangerous one. With no one out on the streets yet, safety in numbers dwindles down to ominous empty and open areas. Soft footsteps and the feeling of eyes burning into your back were felt as you made your way quickly through a quiet alleyway. You had thought nothing of the dangerous feeling until you were shoved onto the ground. You were a hunter, a natural born fighter too. However, you weren’t wise enough to anticipate an attack and bring a real weapon. It honestly didn’t come as much of a surprise when you had been quickly overtaken by three shadowy figures. You were quick to spring to the defense and had managed to give up a small fight until the tallest figure muffled your screams with a large cloth. Being pinned to the ground and knocked out was not what you had expected on your peaceful trip to the store. I’ve got this, you thought to yourself as your vision blurred and you slipped into the black abyss. 

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Finally! You shriek in your head. You had found a small curved nail in the corner surrounded by dust. If you could just use it to break the padlock on the door you’d be out of your dingy room. Your inner clock was warning you that it was almost time for the water wakeup. An even better but more risky idea suddenly popped into your head. It’s going to be risky you think, but I’ll have to fight my way out of here if I have any chance of leaving. You clutch the nail in your sweaty hands and lay back down on your “bed”. The door handle lowers slowly, slowly. Creak, the hinges squeak, you close your eyes, pretending to be asleep. Footsteps come closer. You jolt up before the man can react. Surprise and luck on your side. With one sharp movement you stab the nail into the short man’s upper thigh and run as fast you can. You would have made it out too if a new woman hadn’t grabbed your collar and knocked you to the ground.

“Feitan, did you let this little mouse out? She looks a little lost.” you looked up at her serious face. Her lovely pink hair smoothed up into a ponytail. With wide and begging eyes you  pleading with her silently to let you go. She looked past you and glanced at your torturer instead, who was grumbling on the ground with his bleeding leg.                                

“I’ve got it from here.” he replied as he got up. “Time for something new anyways. The little mouse isn’t screaming as much as she used to.” he made his way over to you and grabbed the collar of your shirt roughly from her. You make yourself as limp as possible, trying to stall your impending doom. He was a small man, so it surprised you by how much strength he had as he dragged you back into your room and secured the heavy ropes onto your arms, securing you back  into your chair. 

This time he pulled a dark brown belt  and fastened it around your head and stuffed it into your mouth. You let out a muffled yelp in protest to this intrusion. This man had done so many unspeakable things to you. You had been burned heavily, close to drowned, had fingernails ripped out, but each time you had prided yourself on staying as strong as you had. You were unbearably tired of fighting. It had been so long since you saw the sun. You would give anything to have rays of light touch your skin again. 

“I have to admire your strength. Many don’t last as long as you have. Will you join the phantom troupe? Will you join us?” your torturer asked curiously. You shake your head in a vehement no. “That’s a shame. I hope the boss doesn’t mind that I do this.” he replies nonchalantly as he takes out his many knives. This time though he has something different. This time, he has an iron. 

You barely flinch at this point when he begins expertly cutting up your skin. There was a certain art that was in the way he opened up your delicate flesh and created such pain and terrible marks. For what seemed like hours he did this, ripping apart barely healed wounds, creating new ones, all the while he smiled and kept asking those four annoying words. You briefly considered entertaining him and saying yes. No! You refuse to do that. 

He removes the belt that acted as a makeshift gag, asking those four words again, “Will you join us”. You boldly spit your blood onto his face and smile wickedly. This seems to egg him on as he takes a lighter and begins warming up the iron. You hadn’t seen it before. It was beautifully shaped and at the very end you saw what looked like a… no. It couldn’t be. The more you looked at it, the more your stomach hurt and rage began building in your chest. At the end of the iron was an expertly crafted 12 legged spider. You hadn’t realized it but the rage had turned your eyes into the most passionate crimson. A shade that you refused to show anyone who wasn’t trusted. Your torturer smiles, “The boss always liked those eyes”,  as he quickly shoves the leg of your pants up to leave your thigh bare and open. The iron was sure to be hot now. The reality of the situation was setting in as the man tugged your gag off and said happily, “be as loud as you want”, before he shoved the iron onto the area beneath your soulmark. Pure pain, white hot pain blinded you. Your only form of agency now in this hell was to be quiet. You knew that sleep was taking you again as your vision darkened and your head nodded off as you passed out. 

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Panicked breaths tore through the silent room. Your ragged gasps for air breaking the peace of the pitch dark stillness. As your eyes slowly adjust you try to calm yourself, you focus on your soulmark and the level-headed blonde that has the matching one. It started to feel like reassurance but now it’s become a mark of pain and conflict. 

“How are you feeling?” a calming baritone voice spoke through the darkness. As he steps forward you take in his menacing appearance. He was tall and had the funniest looking coat you’d ever seen. It was fur and looked expensive. His whole appearance and tone just screamed wealth and power. He was a man who was clearly sure of himself. He’d come to visit your torture sessions several times before already. Each time he would stand close to the shadows, just out of sight, but still close enough for you to catch a glimpse of his outline. He never said anything, choosing to watch you instead. His smoky gray eyes are always on you and drinking in your appearance. 

“I’d feel better if you just let me leave” you whimper softly. The ropes that a spider had secured on you when you had gotten here were digging roughly into your skin. You felt like your aura was constrained and it was hard to breathe. 

“You know I can’t do that darling,” he all but purred, the pet name setting your face on fire with blush. “all you have to do is say yes.” he continued, coming closer and closer to your face. You do your best to move away from him. “Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Chrollo Lucilfer. It truly is a shame that we had to meet like this.” he had his finger raised now and languidly stroked the less bloody side of your cheek. 

You whimper softly at his movement. His intense ashen eyes felt like they were piercing your soul. “All you have to do is say yes and all of the pain can go away,” he grinned down sweetly at your pitifully shaking form. 

Your tangible fear seemed to edge him on as he got closer and closer to the side of your face. “I don’t want to,” you stated in a last attempt of defiance. 

His warm breath was fanning across your bloodied cheek. “Oh, but you will.” He remarked casually before leaning down further to your flushed body. 

His lips were soft and they had meshed well against your own dry ones. This was the first sign of  comfort you had been given in your time here. You refused to kiss back at first, but he was right, you would give in. As he politely nipped your lip, asking for permission to take it further, you couldn’t help but take it as a sign. A sign to cling onto any warmth you could get. You had no idea if you would see this man named Chrollo again. A part of you screamed that you were betraying your soulmate, but the hungrier and more desperate part of you cried to let him comfort you. 

You pulled your head back. “I’m sorry. I don’t know anything about you.” you mumbled and bit your lip. Missing the warmth that the raven looking man had provided you with. 

He smiled sadly and sighed, “That is unfortunate. I’ll be back tomorrow and the day after that. We have some time to get to know each other before you join me.” He backed away from you and let a hand linger in your H/C hair. Pressing his lips lightly against your hand, he let you go and left the room. The heavy door slammed shut and the lights flickered off as he left. 

Wind, you thought to yourself. He smelled like the fresh and intense wind that came after a hurricane. He tasted like a small dash of sugar and fresh fruits mixed in the best tarts. You determined that you liked these new feelings. They weren’t foreign but they were still unfamiliar to you. You want to experience more, but that would hurt your soulmate wouldn’t it? You yearn for him with all your soul, but your body can’t help yet yearn for the raven haired man who offers you protection. The ghost of comforting warmth lingers on your lips as you start to feel uncertain about your future here in the spider’s den. 

a/n hope you enjoyed the tieback to the teaser and first appearance of Chrollo. The reader and Chrollo are going to have a very complex and intricate relationship that will be explained much more later. Next chapter will be in Kurapika’s POV and will be the last chapter until we hit another milestone. thanks everyone! 

Also very sorry about the formatting. I don’t understand spacing at all, I hope it doesn’t bother anyone too much. 

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