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dressesforwomen · 2 years ago

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How to Dress for New Year Party: 7 Outfit Ideas

The clock is ticking, and it's time for new beginnings. This time of the year is the most spirited, exciting, and joyous. It is the beginning of something new, which brings people in high spirits to start the New Year on a happy and positive note. As they say, what you wear reflects your energy, so you must choose the perfect outfit for the party.

From dresses and skirts to fitted pants, there are various styles you can choose to wear for the party, but sometimes, because of the options, it can be challenging to decide. Do you need clarity about what to wear to the dress for new year party? Then be clear, because here are some ideas to help you decide the best dress for your party.

Stylish Suits for the Party:

You can start 2023 with a traditional look that is evergreen and stunning. There are stylish suits with different patterns available on the BIBA website. The suits come in various ranges and color variations. You can choose a flared Anarkali or a heavy sharara suit for your new year's party as it will look different and also add a traditional touch to your look. The best part is that you can also choose a suitable price range according to your needs.

Short Kurtas with Solid-Colored Pants:

What is better than wearing a short kurta top and pants for the party? New Year's Eve is all about glitz and glamor, but it is also about being comfortable in what you wear. You can rock the look with a short printed kurta and pants, as they will be comfortable and very pretty. You can go for kurtas with embroidery work and choose solid pants for the look. Do you want to give your overall look a chic boho vibe, then add in the silver jewelry and sneakers?

Long Skirts for 2023:

Long skirts give a very different vibe. There are flared skirts with beautiful embroidery work on them, which pair best with satin crop tops. You can match your skirt with a satin crop top and tie a knot in the front to give it a party look. You can wear closed sandals or heels with the skirt. You can wear a choker or a long necklace to add a party touch to the look. There are skirts available in different price ranges and patterns, and you can choose a comfortable material too.

Satin or Silk Palazzo to Show off the Glamor:

Do you want to look delicate yet glamorous for the New Year's party? You can wear a sequin top with a silk or satin palazzo, which will give you a comfortable and glamorous look. Make sure to put on more layers to give some style to your outfit and make it look dazzling. You can take a faux-fur jacket that has stunning detailing on the sleeves and the neck.

It is one of the best New Year party dresses you can choose from because you don't have to worry about the cold, and the outfit is extremely comfortable. You can curl your hair so that it adds to the look and go for subtle makeup. You can also wear shoes to make the overall look more comfortable. It'll be easier for you to dance all night long.

Long Dresses:

Long dresses are the prettiest avatar for the New Year's party dress look. There are different designs and patterns of dresses for you to choose from. There are high-low dresses, dresses with frills at the end, dresses with sequins, dresses with flare, and much more. Choose the one you can style with an oversized jacket, as it will give a different look for the party and keep you warm.

It is one of the most comfortable yet stylish dresses for the New Year. You can choose heels according to your dress and let your hair flow down with long hoop earrings. Also, remember to put on your best fragrance before stepping out for the party.

Partywear Pants:

Solid or shiny pants can never go out of fashion, and one can never be confused about them. There are so many patterns and designs that come in pants these days. The best part about wearing pants is that, first, they are comfortable, and second, you can style them the way you want to. You can wear comfortable sneakers with pants and carry the big hoops that you want to wear for the party. You can also choose a stylish top with pants for the party look. You can go for an off-the-shoulder top, a sequin top, or a stylish kurti.

There is always the option of making the colors pop in this look. You can wear a long black blazer with boots and diamond choker earrings to keep it simple yet stylish. What better way to dance the night away in this comfortable outfit?

Plain Shrug with the Dress:

Shrugs can always be in style, as they are the most trendy New Year's Eve outfit look. The best part about this outfit is that it is extra comfortable and cozy and has a wintery party style all over it. You can ethnic wear a short skirt with a crop top and carry a shrug on the top. Or you can carry the shrug with your dress and long boots.

Style the overall look with high boots and hoop earrings. You are ready to rock the party. If you want to add a feminine touch, go for subtle makeup. You can also keep your hair straight for the night with minimal accessories.

Conclusion

The new year is the best time because it is all about believing in the magic of new beginnings. These are the top seven party looks for the New Year's Eve celebration. This year, make sure to add your stylish touch to your outfit and make it bling. You can start 2023 on a vibrant and exciting note by dressing up with a sparkly dress and a beautiful smile.

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karmaplaceblog · 2 years ago

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thatsonemorbidcorvid · 8 months ago

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““The girls are unable to say anything because they are always being policed. You can’t ask questions, you won’t get the evidence on a silver platter. But when you are going around, you hear things and see things,” Singh explains, sitting in a nondescript office, piles of cardboard files all over the floor, documenting the thousands of girls they have rescued over the years, approximately 4,000 at last count.

“Most of the time the girls are locked up and they are only allowed out when a customer comes in. To ensure they are not interacting with the customers, the brothel keepers are always banging on the door and take away the mobiles of the customers.”

As a result of an 11-month long operation, conducted before the pandemic, Guria India were able to rescue 136 underage victims of traffickers, resulting in 61 brothels being shut down.”

In the narrow alleyways of Meerganj, the notorious red light district in the city of Allahbad, a man dressed in a brown kurta with a rucksack walks past the dilapidated brothels shouting ‘lipsticks for sale, good prices.’

He barely warrants a glance, one of dozens of street sellers who stroll down the alley daily, hawking their wares, a common sight in the hustle and bustle of cities in India.

Word has got around that he’s selling good quality products like Max Factor and other brands the brothel girls recognise from billboards featuring their favourite Bollywood actresses. He’s cheaper than the other sellers and lets them pay in instalments.

A group of young girls flock to him, picking up bright lipsticks and face powders, to make them look older than they are, or perhaps not, depending on the client’s preferences.

But this is no ordinary seller. He is from Guria India, an organisation which rescues and rehabilitates women and underage girls trapped in the sex trade.

He has been working undercover, disguised as a cosmetics seller, gathering evidence of victims of traffickers who have been forced into sex work, many of whom are underage and often thousands of miles away from home.

“You are working on a razor’s edge. There are no second chances. One wrong move and you could be killed. It’s not like a movie where you get a retake,” says Ajeet Singh, Director of Guria India.

The nature of trafficking is changing and so activists are having to find new and innovative means to take them on.

Singh said he came up with the idea of posing as a make-up seller after he found that the brothel owners were always one step ahead of him.

“It was always very difficult to rescue the girls because someone would leak the information and the brothel keepers would move the girls. The girls were not a priority for the system, so the police were not helpful. We had to be proactive in getting the evidence.”

Using rudimentary equipment he bought from Delhi, including spy cams concealed in a pen and button, he began scouring the streets of the red light district for almost a year.

“Make-up is something very enticing for girls. If you go to India, you’ll see street sellers in every city so I knew I would blend in,” he said.

“The girls are unable to say anything because they are always being policed. You can’t ask questions, you won’t get the evidence on a silver platter. But when you are going around, you hear things and see things,” Singh explains, sitting in a nondescript office, piles of cardboard files all over the floor, documenting the thousands of girls they have rescued over the years, approximately 4,000 at last count.

As a result of an 11-month long operation, conducted before the pandemic, Guria India were able to rescue 136 underage victims of traffickers, resulting in 61 brothels being shut down.

Social media ‘weapon of choice’ for traffickers

The sting, which was signed off by local people, used undercover filming to collect evidence against offenders. When enough had been gathered, ten members of the Guria India team joined police as they carried out dawn raids, using iron cutters to access properties where the victims were being held.

There are an estimated 1.2 million children under 18 working in brothels in India, many of whom have been victims of sex traffickers. Approximately 75 per cent of the cases Guria India dealt with involved under age victims ranging from just six months to 17.

The majority of these trafficked children are from lower castes and more than half of them are from families living below the poverty line.

While many of the girls sold to brothels are trafficked by relatives or family friends, in recent years, social media, with its low-risk and high rewards, has become the weapon of choice of traffickers, luring victims in with lucrative job offers or promises of marriage.

“The internet and exploitative romantic relationships are key factors for trafficking in recent times,” said children’s rights activist Bharti Ali.

“Often, the police don’t start their search in cases of adolescent girls immediately as they believe it to be a case of elopement. Many cases end up in girls being sold further by the boy/person they trusted or who promised them false marriage.

“When girls go missing, parents often try to search within their own community, her friends and relatives. This is when they lose critical time. When they suspect that she may have eloped, they may tend to not report at all to protect family honour … The girls too are unable to report as the traffickers keep a close watch on them.”

For victims of traffickers, their introduction into the world of prostitution is a brutal and violent one, in which they face beatings, gang rape and starvation. Some victims also reported having chilli powder placed on their genitalia and being subjected to electric shocks.

Among the girls they have rescued is Sarita, who was just 12-years-old when she was sold to a sex trafficker by her older brother and was transported 700 km away to work in a brothel.

“My mum was working in Mumbai and I lived with my sister. My brother was a drug addict. He told me he was taking me to see my mum but instead he sold me to a trafficker. I was locked in a room and beaten and raped by several men. I managed to find a phone and called my mum,” she said.

Sarita’s mother, along with the police and Guria India activists, were able to rescue her and relocate the family. However, the majority of victims are not so lucky. India remains a socially conservative society and victims of trafficking will often be ostracised by their families and community.

Rescuing victims of trafficking is only half the battle, while keeping them out of the hands of traffickers presents another challenge.

Rehabilitating victims back into a society which was already hostile to them in the first place is difficult and often the girls will end up falling back into the hands of traffickers.

In one case, 57 girls who were rescued by Guria were sent to a shelter home in Agra for rehabilitation, but were re-trafficked by the superintendent of the centre. Just this week, the superintendent was acquitted by the Supreme Court and Guria India is currently fighting the decision.

Despite the setbacks, Singh remains hopeful. “Although I don’t think we can eradicate child prostitution in my lifetime, I’m hopeful we can set the foundations to make the change,” he said.

And sometimes all it takes is a rucksack and a Max Factor lipstick.

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gguk-n · 4 months ago

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can you write lando norris x desi!reader!gf where they go back to celebrate ganesh chaturthi, and yn hosts ganapati bappa in her own house in india and its lando's first time pleaseee

Festive Hearts

Jalebi- dessert made of flour or flour and rice flour fried and dipped in sugar syrup. Kurta Pajama- Indian attire for men made of various material which includes a tunic and a loose fitting pant. Shalwar Kameez- Similar to Kurta Pajama but for women. Pooja- A Hindu ritual of worship.

I'm not an expert when it comes to this so please forgive me if there are any discrepancies

Lando and Y/N had been dating for a while now, long enough that her family knew about Lando, he was very well loved. That's how he ended up in India during Ganesh Chaturthi. Lando wasn't there on the day Ganapati Bappa was being brought into the house due to the race. He got there a few days before the immersion. Lando was like a kid in a candy store. Everything was bright and vibrant. The whole house was decorated in flowers and lights. There was always delicious and new food for him to eat. "Babe, my trainer's gonna hate me" he told his girlfriend while munching on his third jalebi. "These are delicious. Do you eat these every day?" he mumbled with food in his mouth. "No, Lan, no one eats these every day." she laughed. "Your mum keeps handing them to me, I don't know how to say no." he looked at her apologetically. Y/N called her mum out to stop feeding her boyfriend.

There were a lot of Formula One fans in Y/N's home town which meant Lando got recognised and asked for pictures and autographs. Y/N's family was the one hosting Ganapati Bappa this year in their community. So, there was always a crowd of people going in and out of the house, and now Lando brought another crowd along too. But he wasn't complaining, he wanted to get to know the people that got to see his love grow up.

On the day of the immersion, Lando was dressed in a white crisp Kurta Pajama and his girlfriend wore shalwar kameez. The family had woken up early and were busy in preparation since the auspicious time was during the mid-day. Lando could see his girlfriend running around trying to get the things ready for the ritual. Y/N's dad handed Lando some flowers and desserts for offering and asked him to put it away. There was this energy that was running through everyone's veins as the time drew closer. A sense of emotions over took them, it was like watching your family leave for some time.

There would a huge procession leaving with Ganapati Bappa after the Pooja. There would be songs and people would dance along the way from the house to the sea, where Ganapati Bappa would be immersed in the water. Y/N's siblings took Lando along with them to dance. Y/N had only seen Lando dance in clubs and now she could see him dance along with her siblings, learning as he went. It was a beautiful sight with Ganapati Bappa over looking everyone as they partook in the celebrations. "He's a keeper" her mother said. Y/N jumped from surprise. "When did you get here?" she asked. "Just now" her mother replied fondly looking at Lando. "He has really been trying since he got here" her mother spoke more to herself. "To get everyone to like him." she hummed. "Do you like him?" Y/N asked expectantly. "We liked him when you said you loved him" her mother replied. Y/N smiled at her mother and decided to join everyone in the celebrations.

After everything was done, and everyone returned; the house in disarray. Her mother started cleaning up while the others joined. Finally, Lando laid on the cot in the courtyard exhausted from the day's events. Y/N sat near his head playing with his hair. "Do you guys do this every year?" he asked looking up; "yup" she replied. "This is so much fun but I've never been more exhausted in my life and I've driven in Singapore." he chuckled. "You'll get used to it" she hummed, checking around before pressing a kiss to Lando's lips. "Spiderman kiss" Lando mumbled as he placed his hand on her neck pulled her closer. Y/N's mum coughed making the pair pull away, a blush visible on their cheeks. "I get you two love each other, but there's still some cleaning left" she said while the two whined and Y/N got up to help her mum. "Rest for some time and then join me" she told Lando before pecking his cheek and walking away.

Sorry this was short, I felt kind of lost.

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julymusings · 2 months ago

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ain't nobody like my desi girl !

who's the hottest girl in the world? my desi girl, my desi girl!

or; Jason Todd celebrating Diwali with his Indian girlfriend 🎆☄️✨

jason todd x f!indian!reader, mildly suggestive at the end (it's literally microscopic) I totally would’ve posted this last week when it was actually Diwali but I just made this blog yesterday #lolz that being said since I’m new here does anyone wanna be friends👉👈 batboys x south asian!reader masterlist

When you invite him to your family’s house for Diwali, Jason shows up early to help with setting up decorations and preparing food. He’s especially eager to help with the food so he can learn to make your favorite dishes. He brings flowers for your parents and calls them ‘aunty’ and ‘uncle.’ He even does charanashpara (touches their feet). You hadn’t even told him to do that, but he did his own research because he just wants to make a good impression.

You wanted to get him a black kurta (because obviously) but he asked for a red one because he wanted to match with you. It fits him soooo nicely. The way it stretches across his broad chest and strains against his biceps when he crosses his arms…lord have mercy. That and the thin chain that hangs around his neck…you want to eat him alive.

He’s totally starstruck when he sees you in your traditional wear; the sequined red sari that exposes your collarbones, hugs you in all the right places, the low, low back of its blouse, and the gold jewelry adorning you—he can’t take his eyes off you all night. He’s physically pained by how beautiful you look and the fact that he can’t have his hands all over you because your family is right there. But rest assured his hand is warm and unmoving against your back, thumb dragging back and forth over the exposed skin allll night (what can I say he’s just a physical touch kind of guy I don’t make the rules).

He’s trying so hard to keep up with the prayers but the words in the booklet are so tiny and hard to pronounce the poor guy is just mouthing gibberish😭 He's so relieved when it's over. You show him all the sweets, explaining what each one is called and what its ingredients are, etc. When you point out your favorites, he takes one, breaks it in half so he can try it, and feeds you the other half.

And if you’re wearing red red lipstick to match the outfit? Oh he’s going feral. Before the party is even over he’s taking your hand and pulling you up the stairs to your room and that lipstick is getting smudged all over both his and your face and neck and chest. His large fingers have trouble undoing the tiny delicate hooks that run down your back and he's getting so frustrated he just wants to rip the thing open

"Don't you DARE, Jay, I LOVE this dress.” “C'mon babe, more than me?🥺”

He wouldn't dream of upsetting you, though, so he's whining and grumbling his way down. But halfway through he gets the hang of it and speeds through the rest, lips following the path his hands pave down the line of your back.

He can’t wait for next year.

#nightwing #batman #red hood #jason todd #dick grayson #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #batfamily #dc universe #dc comics #dcu #damian wayne #dc robin #robin #bruce wayne

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animeyanderelover · 19 days ago

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Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, delusional behavior, mentions of abduction, torture, death

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @shenryu-sama @leveyani @maggiequinn59 @hyakki-yosai

Darling is possessed

Kurapika Kurta

⛓️Kurapika has already proven himself to be an individual whose feelings burn so strongly that he'd travel to hell itself to accomplish his objective. Your sudden disappearance is a trigger, a disturbance that jolts at his composure and ends in overflowing agitation and fear. His eyes are burning red every time the thought of your crosses his mind, flames that have never been extinguished rising to new heights as he dwells in thoughts of you. No matter how much time passes though, Kurapika has never stopped searching for you. Through thunder, rain and storms he has continued his search for you, travels far and wide in hopes of finding any clues of your mysterious disappearance. A part of his mind believes the Phantom Troupe to be at fault as they're out to target him to avenge their dead members as well as what he has done to Chrollo. After all only a few individuals are capable of stealing you away from him as Kurapika is an overly cautious individual when it involves your safety. He loses control of his emotions as time passes without finding you, his soul filled with grief, longing and the wish to extract revenge on whoever is responsible for your abduction.

⛓️When the two of you finally reunite he finds no comfort in it though. Instead his heart is torn to bloody pieces as he has to find out that the person inhabiting your body is no longer you but a stranger who takes glee in his pain as they reveal to him what they have done already whilst in your body. Hot wrath courses through his veins as he listens, his eyes glowing in an eery red as he hears what they have forced you to do. Unable to hurt them as they are in your body he finds another method to restrain them before he starts interrogating them, using his Dowsing Chain to reveal any lie within their words. However, it is nothing short of heart-wrenching to stand in front of you whilst knowing that it is no longer you in there. He doesn't want to believe their taunts when they tell him that you are no longer in there, their malicious grin on your face making you feel nauseous as his emotions tremble within him and tears start filling his eyes. At one point he yells at them to shut up, tears escaping him as he squeezes his eyes as if to block their words. He considers stealing their ability in hopes of bringing you back but as long as he doesn't know what exactly will happen to you, he'll wait.

Illumi Zoldyck

🤎The day you vanish into thin air goes down as a day that puts shame on the family name. The greatest assassin family, unable to find one simple person. A shameful burden that tends to humiliate the Zoldyck family to this day as there has never been a case of such utter defeat and cluelessness in their history. Illumi knows already that you could have never done such a feat by yourself as there has to be someone who abducted you yet he has no time to acknowledge the talent of whoever took you. How can he when it is his darling that was taken away from him after all? His Nen rolls through every room of the mansion in thick and dreadful waves as soon as the news have been confessed to him. The butlers who were responsible for your supervision are murdered before they can even attempt to defend themselves, needles piercing their brains before they can even finish their sentence. Driven by his obsession and his duty to cleanse his family name of such humiliation, Illumi finds himself dedicating the following years searching for you. The pile of people he kills during that time grows from year to year as an unfamiliar feeling of restlessness starts to take over as he is unable to find anything.

🤎He's able to overpower you when you attack him though it isn't as easy as a feat as it should have been. From the very first attack of yours Illumi already recognises that there is something wrong with you as you would have never been able to move your body in such sneaky and deadly ways. Knowing that there is someone else in your body he drags you to the torture chambers and chains your body up, staying in front of you for hours until your eyes flutter open but someone else stares at him. Much less prone to caving in, Illumi actually hurts your body as he interrogates whoever is inside of you. Broken bones will heal after all and if they should decide to withhold the knowledge that he desires he will simply use his needles on them to get the information that he needs out of them. Even after he has attained everything that he needs he lets you stay chained up with a needle within your neck to keep your body from doing what they want. As prideful of his family as he is, Illumi realises that he requires skills that none of his other family members besides maybe Alluka possess and so he finds himself seeking out a powerful exorcist to assist him in bringing you back and erasing whoever did this to you.

Pokkle

🏹His composure doesn't last long before he crumbles as the weight of your disappearance sickers through the thick layers of shock and denial and hits him straight through his heart. You were the center of Pokkle's world and taking that away from him leaves him stumbling around blindly as the ground beneath his feet seems to disappear and dizziness just takes over. He spends hours searching every nook and cranny for you with a blurry vision due to all the tears streaming down his face as if desperately holding onto the hope that he'll find you sitting somewhere, clinging to that delusion until there's nothing to hold on to anymore and he crashes into the bottom of despair. His life from that day on seems to be just a colourless blur of loneliness, guilt and agony as he cannot perceive joy in things around him anymore if he doesn't have you to share them with. Instead he dedicates every waking hour of his day from now on to searching for you. The sheer stress and strain he puts on himself greatly affects his physical and mental well-being. He grows downright unstable as he starts threatening random people, dark bags under his eyes as his nights are only filled with nightmares of your forver disappearance.

🏹He doesn't defend himself, his bow and arrow vanishing the moment his tired eyes focus and give him a clear sight of his attacker. With no resistance from his side he gets hurt quite a bit but no bleeding wound compares to his bleeding heart in that moment. The look in your eyes doesn't belong to you, inflicting so much more pain on him then any knife you could plunge into his flesh. Ultimately the only thing he is able to do is use his own body to restrain your form, clinging to you tightly and restricting your movements as he cries and sobs for you to stop, to come back to him. For someone as malnourished and tired as he is the amount of strengh he still possesses is more than just surprising, his grip on you so tight that all of his muscles are trembling. Pokkle refuses to listen to the words spoken from the stranger in your voice, doesn't want to acknowledge the fact that you might be gone forever with your body ruled by someone else. He can't accept that, especially after all the years he has spent searching for you. He'd simply cease to exist if you would be gone forever as death would be more welcoming than living with the knowledge that his failure to protect you led to this.

Chrollo Lucilfer

📖Chrollo's rage is much more silent and predatory, a hint of doom that slowly and gradually fills the room until every breath tastes like the promise of death and chaos and fills the lungs of everyone within vacinity with poison. Chrollo already plans the gruesome death of the person who stole his greatest treasure from him but as of now he has no time to spend his time daydreaming about his revenge. He needs to find you before that and only then can he indulge in the pleasure of slowly tearing the culprit apart. Every member of the Phantom Troupe starts searching for you as they split up in small groups and search for you across multiple regions All coups and grand plans to steal other treasure are forgotten as for Chrollo there is only one treasure he truly desires and needs in his life. Amidst all that thick rage beneath the calm surface he isn't above acknowledging that whoever stole you away from him possesses an extraordinary talent for there are only few people who would be able to pull such a heist through without him noticing. He might even start dwelling on the question of where his own limits lie so that he can analyse the limits of his own capacities and find other solutions to keep you.

📖It's relatively easy for Chrollo to restrain you due to the abundance of stolen Nen abilities that he has within his book, black eyes gazing coldly at your body. It is quite diabolical of the person who is possessing you to use your own body and a part of him would almost like to admire it. Yet it is your body that they had to use for their little plan and it is this that leads Chrollo to calmly promise them that he shall strive to find the most creative and excruciating methods to end their life ever so slowly. He gathers the entire troupe soon after he has found you and informs them of the situation as well as the information he has already been able to get out of the one stuck in your body. The situation is far more complicated than even he could have imagined as the solution doesn't just simply lie in stealing their Nen ability. Other factors are required if he wishes to have your own soul return to your body and he needs to require those specific skills before he can continue with his plan. More time needs to be invested but he is willing to treat patience as his virtue as it'll allow him eventually to have you back in his arms and to compose a beautiful symphony of pain for the one responsible for all of this.

Feitan Portor

☠️The quietness that Feitan initially exhibits when he notices your absence for the first time is downright unnerving as it feels like the rumored calm before the storm. His hoarse voice utters your name warningly, his eyes analysing his surroundings. If you should merely try to mess with him he is giving you once chance to return and beg for him to find it even just a quarter as amusing as you might have thought it to be. Once he has assessed that you are indeed gone his Nen starts slipping out as even the air seems to shiver in fear. From all the problems you have given him already this is indeed your magnum opus of threatening to push him over the edge. Your disappearance should by all accounts be a relief to him as it means that he has to deal no more with you yet your absence leaves a hole behind that he finds hard to fill as the hollowness seemingly drives him insane. He swears that as soon as he has found you and dismembered whoever is responsible for your sudden disappearance he will have you on a literal leash so that he will always have you within his vision. The torture he inflicts on people in search for you leaves him with more impatience and frustration behind than before.

☠️Broken bones will heal with the right treatment. Feitan knows how the human body works, how to break it efficiently without killing someone. So when you attack him he has no trouble swiftly breaking your bones, disabling you to walk or use your arms freely. It is made so much easier because he senses that there is someone within you who doesn't belong in there. He drags your broken body away, chains you up and makes sure that you aren't able to move even an inch and attempt to do anything before he drags a chair in front of you and starts interrogating the person currently inhabiting the body that belongs to you since you belong to him. If whoever took control of your body was hoping that he wouldn't hurt them, they are sorely mistaken. In fact Feitan inflicts a lot of wounds on them whenever they don't answer a question of his or try to outsmart him. There are lots of bones that he can break and lots of nails he can rip out after all without damaging your body permanently. He very much doesn't care about any grand explanations of plans and revenge. He only cares about how he can get you back and how he can give the body snatcher a long and gruesome death.

Kite

🤡Your disappearance is all the more shocking for Kite because it was so utterly unexpected. Your relationship with him has always been stable and healthy even despite his slightly more obsessive and protective tendencies. He can't recall any signs he noticed within your behavior that would lead to the conclusion that you left him on your own. With that possibility out of the way the only conclusion that Kite finds himself left with is that someone has taken you forcefully out of the picture and it is this idea that is quite unnerving in its own aspects. He spends weeks researching and pondering if there is someone who holds a grudge against him and who might have taken you to use you as his weak spot only to be left with nothing by the end of it. Deep down there is a silent hysteria that starts forming a knot within his stomach but Kite forces himself to remain calm as he understands that letting panic take control over his senses would only lead to eratic behavior and sporatic decisions that might leave more harm than good. The agony follows him closely though as it glues itself to his body like a second skin he is unable to shake off as he isolates himself more and more.

🤡He dodges all of your attacks skillfully, his brain quickly going through an analysis before he arrives at one conclusion that has his heart dropping into his stomach. That the person standing in front of him isn't you. As soon as he has arrived at that conclusion he decides that it is wisest to restrain your body for now and keep you from attacking him or anyone else. On the surface he appears cold-hearted and uncaring, his touches purposefully rougher to hold up the impression that he holds no attachment or horror. Apparently his face isn't convincing enough as you start laughing in an unpleasant way that has goosebumps appearing on his skin, the short shock coursing through his body reaction enough for the body snatcher to deduct that he is only trying to bluff right now. Kite may try to hide it as much as he wants to but the truth is that the sight of your body occupied by someone else shakes him greatly to his core. There will be no harm caused to your body even if there is another mind in control of it simply because he loves you too much to ever hurt you. He will have to come up with another solution if he wishes to get any answers out of the stranger than his empty threats.

Meruem

👑The entire palace falls into chaos the moment your absence is made apparently obvious. Everyone within the walls feels the king's rage, the feeling so unspeakably terrifying that those who get too close to him seem to age rapidly out of terror before they are mercilessly beheaded. Meruem goes on a carnage within his kingdom as he kills every human and foot soldier that crosses his path without any great consideration. They are of no use to him after all as every single one of them failed to keep an eye on you. His three Royal Servants are almost made a victim of his killing spree as well as they too failed in protecting you but surprisingly enough it is Komugi who advices him to keep them alive as she knows that they are more loyal than anyone else to him and will surely assist him in finding you. Especially Shaiapouf's ability proves to be useful as he hypnotises entire villages and transforms them into new replacable foot soldiers who assist in the search for you. Every single day that passes without any information about your current whereabouts is another day Meruem ends up slaughtering someone and each day the number grows as his rage becomes harder to contain.

👑His Royal Servants restrict you long before you even reach their King and if it wouldn't have been for the terrifying spike within his aura they might have caused you serious harm or might have even killed you as their only duty installed into them from the moment of their birth is to protect Meruem. Instead you are only tightly restricted and locked away, or at least your body is. To everyone of them it is obvious that the person in control of you is someone else, a Nen ability which has allowed someone else to possess you and control you freely. The willpower of that strange mind to not falter within his presence is not something that Meruem intends to respect and admire though as they have unfortunately chosen the wrong person to approach him. They chose you, his darling and that is a mistake that can only be paid with one's worthless life. If we are going with the concept that the Nen user has indeed implanted their brain within you it is quite likely that Meruem intends to get rid of them once and for all by consuming their brain and nurturing his own power after he has found a way to bring you back unharmed.

Shaiapouf

🎻Shaiapouf's rage is nothing short of ugly. Already once has he suffered a great loss due to humans and now it seems that cycle repeats itself. The wrath that emits from him is potent, terrifying enough to gray hair rapidly or even cause someone's heart to stop altogether. Entire villages are victims of his rage as he searches high and low for his darling. Some humans, those he deems to have some mild worth, he spins inside cocoons so that they may serve as foot soldiers to distract the hunters coming after him or assist him in his search to find you. All of his emotions only exist within a negative rage and always on the extremes as he is constantly going back and forth between enough rage to want to destroy the entire human race and an indescribable grief that has him crying and shedding tears for days. Shaiapouf has prided himself on his ability to serve his majesty since the moment he hatched yet here is is, failing a second time to protect the very person he has chosen to give his services to. What does that say about him? Is he simply doomed to fail at the one thing he was created for? He goes through multiple existential cricises and each one leaves him more unhinged than before.

🎻He uses his Spiritual Message the moment he spots you, instantly sensing that the person using your body isn't you. The will of the person within you isn't as easily suppressed as he expected though which forces him to restrict them tightly yet not enough to inflict any harm until his scales have their effect and hypnotise you. As soon as he is sure that you won't disappear he allows himself a mental breakdown where he lays waste on his surroundings as wailing sorrow and searing rage clash within him. The thought that someone has taken control of your body is almost too much for the devoted servant who by now can only cling to a sliver of what was once his actual composure as his own confidence has been shattered and stomped on ruthlessly so that nearly nothing is left anymore. Once he has gained a semblance of composure he returns to your side, his mind already switching to analysing the situation. The bloodlust Shaiapouf feels is almost tangible as soon as the body snatcher talks to him though, daring to use your voice. Still, he cannot afford to fail a second time. He needs an ability to extract their Nen and bring you back, an exorcist which he can transform into a loyal slave.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere kurapika #yandere kurapika kurta #yandere illumi #yandere illumi zoldyck #yandere pokkle #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere feitan #yandere feitan portor #yandere kite #yandere meruem #yandere shaiapouf #yandere x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x reader

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cvsmixnaya · 4 months ago

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a lando x desi!reader marriage fic. Omgggv just imagine all the lil functions and tradition it'd be sooo cutee

Mehndi laga ke rakhna

OKAY SO. i did get a request similar to this so im just gonna combine both so i hope yall dont mind!!! the other request i got was basically this but it just mentioned that lando was telling y/n that they’ll get married like this one day and i wanted to include that cause it’s so cute🤭 also the unfortunate truth is that i haven’t been to a lot of weddings. the only wedding i remember very well was my aunt’s wedding from when 10 years ago(i was 9. fuck that’s crazy) but i did my best with this.

Ever since Y/n took Lando to her friend’s wedding. The thought of marrying her never left his mind. All he wanted was to marry her but the way her culture does it. Growing up in India meant a lot of traditions, festivals, wedding events, etc.

When Y/n asked Lando to come with her to her friend’s wedding, he said no at first but after attending all the events, he was mesmerised. He loved every single one of them. The mehndi, the sangeet, the haldi. all of it

The day of the wedding, as both of them watched her friend marry the love of her life, he wrapped his arms around her beautiful lengha whispering

“One day, I’m gonna marry you exactly like this”

She smiled said she couldn’t wait for that day to come. And boy that day came so quickly. With the blessing of her parents, he proposed to her a month or two later and immediately got to work.

Lando basically saw a new side of his fiancée. Full of stress and making sure things were right. Slowly she started to lose her mind cause she had to come up with the guest list, find the venue for all the events and Lando was starting to see how much goes into a desi wedding.

But once all the events took place, it felt magical.

Mehndi

The mehndi event was fine. Y/n was basically sitting in one place for hours getting mehndi (henna) done on her hands and legs. Lando kept coming over to give her company smiling like a child the whole time.

She was wearing a simple kurta that belonged to her mom with a dupata. She saw Lando come up to her and sit next to her careful not to ruin anything

“Hello my lovely bride” He greeted her placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Hi baba. Hogaya tera? (you’re done?)” She asked him and he happily showed off his palm with mehndi on it.

“All done and dried”

She smiled at his little goofy self. They enjoyed each other’s company even though she basically couldn’t move but she leaned into him resting herself as she watched the design come to life on her body.

He loved everything about this. He knew he was gonna love the coming days of this era.

Sangeet

The sangeet was everyone’s favourite cause they get to dance for the couple and her friends had so much planned for them. The drivers invited actually reached out to Y/n’s friends and asked them for help so they could do a dance and that’s exactly what they did.

Everyone was getting drinks, having conversations and when it was time for the performance, they gathered around the floor stage to watch the performances by friends.

Lando and Y/n were sitting at the front while the rest were standing and two of her friends entered with the song “kamariya” playing making her cheer since it was garba dance which she adored so much. The dance was so good and when it was changing to the next song, the rest of her group joined in.

The next dance had the song “kukkad” so the boys and girls were dancing together. The reason they chose this song was cause student of the year was their favourite movie during their childhood (and also because of Sidharth Malhotra).

A few performances later came the best for last. Carlos, Oscar, Max, Charles and George entered the stage making the crowd go crazy. Especially Lando since he gets to see his friends dance to the best item song ever which was “fevicol se”

They boys did great. Y/n was so proud of them she got up with Lando and went to hug them after their dance and everyone joined the floor having the time of their life.

Haldi

Lando and Y/n decided to keep the haldi event small with close friends and family only. The haldi event was basically smearing tumeric/haldi on the bride and groom. It’s normally a day or two before the actual wedding and held it at her house.

Everyone put tumeric all over them. In their hair, skin, clothes. Everywhere. It was a short event but very intimate and fun. So many pictures got taken over the days and many memories were made.

The wedding

the day was finally here. The day Lando and Y/n get married. How were they feeling you ask? nervous as hell. No cold feet. No. They knew they wanted to do this. It just felt too good to be true. They couldn’t believe this was actually happening

Y/n was in the dressing room getting ready for the big day. She wore a beautiful Manish Malhotra Lenhgha and her makeup was stunning. Her mother was helping her get everything together.

“I’m so happy for you baba. Meri bacchi ki shaadi ho rahi hai (my daughter is getting married)”

She said before kissing Y/n’s cheek aggressively making her laugh.

“Love you too mumma. zyada rona matt (don’t cry too much)”

Her mother laughed but just pulled her cheek. After a while, the time came. They entered and Lando was already sitting next to the fire mesmerised by her beauty. She was already so beautiful but seeing her as bride struck something in him.

He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with this woman. As she sat down with him the words immediately left his mouth

“You look so beautiful…”

Y/n blushed. After all these years, he still managed to get her all flustered smiling like a little girl.

“Still know how to make me blush after all these years huh?”

She said teasing him.

The ceremony was beautiful. Both families were crying. Seeing their children get married was something they weren’t ready for but loved it regardless.

The wedding eneded in a few hours and it was magical. It was everything the both of them wanted. Once they headed back, they stepped into the house for the first time as husband and wife.

Lando immediately kissed his wife. Still processing that this woman was now his wife. He pulled away saying

“Welcome home wife” He said booping her nose making her tear up a little out of happiness.

“Welcome home husband” She returned immediately hugging him whispering

“I love you. I can’t wait to spend the remainder of my life with you”

He felt so happy hearing that

“I love you too. I’m so excited to spend my life with you too”

They got the life they wanted and deserved. It was the best time of their life and when all the photos came, they spent a lot of time looking at it and deciding which ones to put up on their wall.

It was a good wedding indeed.

#formula 1 #desi reader #f1 #lando norris #desi tumblr #lando norris x reader #formula one #lando norris x you #lando norris fic #lando imagine #f1 x reader #lando norris fluff

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strwbiris · 1 year ago

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FIRST MEET

i. part one: your first meet with these characters. (part two here)

ii. gender neutral. reader | not proofread (lmk if I used any gendered terms!)

iii. characters: gon freecs, killua zoldyck, kurapika kurta, chrollo lucilfer, feitan portor.

GON FREECS

You and your family just recently relocated to Whale Island, primarily due to financial problems. You weren't particularly against the notion of relocating to the countryside, but you'll miss the city life in YorkNew. In order to become accustomed with the town, you first wanted to explore it.

While you were exploring, some of the locals approached you due to your new demeanor. Speaking with so many new individuals was a little challenging for you, but it was also quite a bit of enjoyment. You were strolling after shopping for new clothes in a store when you stumbled into a person and fell.

"I'm so sorry!" exclaimed an optimistic voice. You looked up and noticed a boy that seems to be in your age with green spiky hair and hazel eyes. He extended his hand, and you grabbed it.

"It's fine, don't worry," you said with a smile on your face.

"Are you new here? I don't recognize your face; by the way, my name is Gon Freecs!" He introduced himself to you.

"Yeah, I just moved here yesterday. My name is Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you, Gon," you introduced yourself, and the two of you have been acquainted since then.

KILLUA ZOLDYCK

You're Gon's cousin, who also stays on Whale Island. You agreed to accompany him to the 287th hunting exam after learning of his objectives. You were concerned that Gon's negligent conduct may bring him a lot of suffering or, worse, death because he can be rather impetuous when making judgments.

You met Kurapika and Leorio since you were on the same ship as them. During the first phase, you and Gon met a boy your age who had silvery locks and stunning blue eyes that captivated you.

"So, you two are cousins?" Killua asked while the three of you were running. Some of the participants were falling like dominoes due to how exhausted they were, but you chose to ignore them. This is just an endurance test, but they're already failing.

"Yup! Actually, we're like siblings with how close we are and we also grew up together," Gon explained and his smile grew wider. Killua just hummed as a response, while the three of you simultaneously ran together.

Killua is considerably closer to Gon, yet the two of you interact and converse every now and then. Nonetheless, you wished to be more connected to the boy.

KURAPIKA KURTA

You grew up in Lukso Province along with your grandparents (mother side). Ever since your parents were assassinated by an elite assassin when you were 8 years old, your grandparents have taken care of you and ever since that day, you have pledged to seek vengeance on the assassin that killed your parents.

Your grandparents live in the Lukso Province predominantly because it is isolated from the rest of the world, which your grandparents prefer. Your mother moved to Zaban City, where your father dwells, after marrying your father, and shortly thereafter gave birth to you.

You spend your free time keeping an eye on your grandparents' nearby fruit and vegetable shop and entertaining the customers who stop by. A boy with grey eyes and medium golden locks appeared one day. He was a kind customer. He would stop by sometimes and you find him to be quite intriguing.

You later learned his name and that he is a member of the Kurta clan. You two grew closer to one another, and you also met Pairo, his other friend. But the day where he stopped visiting you came and the day turned into months. It was a normal day for you until you heard about the tragedy that was brought upon the Kurta clan. You were substantially devastated by his murder and the death of his clan once the word of their assassination spread throughout the neighborhood and worldwide. But you never knew that he wasn't killed and is the sole survivor of the clan.

CHROLLO LUCILFER

You are a resident of Meteor City, a forsaken city where citizens are not listed in the official records. You have no recollection of your parents or how you ended yourself in the city. You had no idea how you'd survive on your own as a child.

And you're completely aware that you'll die within a week. You're famished, and struggling to move. Your clothes are filthy and coated in dust spots. You witnessed a church while wandering around looking for food and approaching it carefully, utilizing your residual stamina.

The church's doors were closed, but not locked, thus you were able to open them by pushing them. The church was not equally huge as cathedrals, but it was vast and expansive for a city that had been abandoned. The walls have been coated white and are immaculate, but the ceiling was embellished with various fresco paintings pertaining to Christianity - quite reminiscent of Michelangelo's masterpiece in the Sistine Chapel Ceiling. The windows were shut down, so the sole source of illumination was coming from outside the door.

You sat on the long wooden pew bench, gazing at the hardened asphalt surface, absorbing the misery and starvation that had been devouring your body for days. Your eyes were gradually giving up until you felt a tap on your shoulder that made you flinch. When you turned around, you saw a boy with medium-length black hair and grey eyes, who was looking at you with a smile.

"Hello. My name is Chrollo. Who are you?" he sought out directly, an inquisitive expression on his face. You didn't respond promptly because you were considering all of the possibilities, but you concluded that he might be able to help you. "I'm Y/N...Nice to meet you, Chrollo...," you sloppily said, your hunger returning, and Chrollo appeared to notice.

He reached deep into his pocket and offered you an edible treat. "I'm sorry, this is all I have," he responded nervously, chuckling. While glancing at the snack on his palm, your eyes gleamed. You took it away and opened the treat, but before you bit through it, you smiled at the boy. "Thank you, Chrollo," you said as you devoured the snack. Unbeknownst to you, a pink hue was prominent in his cheeks, but you were too busy eating the food to notice it.

FEITAN PORTOR

You work as a clerk in a game store at YorkNew City's Saloma Mall. Even though working as a clerk isn't really your thing or something you'd enjoy performing, you don't want to rely excessively on your parents when it comes to buying the items you need and paying for your tuition as a college student. You opted to work as a cashier at a game store in order to make money because you are completely aware of how much they are paying and it makes you ashamed to ask them for something you desire.

However, it is a minimal wage. You work for a full 14 hours without ceasing to sleep or even take a break, but periodically you take a nap if there isn't a customer or if your friend Aki is there. You earn 1000 jenny every hour. (I based this on the currency of Japan [yen] + I also searched on Google abt this, so I'm sorry if it's inaccurate.)

It's Thursday, and it's 10:45 p.m. You yawned as you flipped through the pages of the novel you're reading, rereading the lines because all you've been doing for the past few seconds is reading the sentences and not processing or understanding them. "I'm so exhausted..." you whispered to yourself as you flipped over the pages of the book.

But your lackadaisical manner was shattered when a bell on above of the doors chimed, indicating that someone had entered. You noticed two persons enter the shop: a guy with blond hair and two green eyes, and a boy wearing baggy clothes and a skull-embroidered scarf concealing his mouth. He's also much shorter than the guy he's with.

You noticed the two walking around the aisles, looking for a game that piqued their interest. However, based on your insights, the boy with black hair appears to be apathetic in anything, as he simply follows the other person about, sporadically examining something but quickly leaving it, in contrast to the other, who seemed to be extremely thrilled skimming at various videogames.

"Hello, this is what we're getting," you didn't realize that they'd already arrived at the counter. You simply nodded and scanned the three objects he set on the counter.

"Your total is 3500 jenny," you said and placed the three items in a bag. He placed his money on the counter while you gave him the bag, and you began to count the money that he gave. "Oh, but before we leave, my friend here thinks you're attractive; my name is Shalnark, and his name is Feitan! See you later, Miss!" The person dashed away, while the other gazed at you for a brief time before chasing him down.

You're still perplexed by what just occurred while your hand is still occupied with the coins. And it turns out that as Feitan was sitting on the seats inside Saloma Mall waiting for the rest of the troupe, he noticed you wandering about in your uniform. And we'll...he's been watching you ever that particular day, but he's reluctant to approach you.

Here are your ages:

Gon - 12

You - 12

Killua & You ^

Kurapika (when you first meet) - 13

You - 13

Chrollo (when you first meet) - 11

You - 11

Feitan - 25

You - 21

#hxh #hunterxhunter #hunter x hunter x reader #gon x reader #killua x reader #kurapika x reader #feitan x reader #chrollo x reader

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rotten-pomegranate · 8 months ago

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Master list

Lots of these links take you to this blog because that’s just a blog of some of my fics from before I had a masterlist

my new fics are at the top and the old ones are at the bottom

masterlist two here

Hunter x hunter

Feitan

reader is scared of hospitals

chasing reader through the woods

reader escapes forever

Yandere Feitan with a darling that likes that he tortures

Feitan making reader smoke weed | she’s allergic to it

what Fights with Feitan are like

drunk sex with Feitan

Really dark Feitan headcannons

How long it takes Feitan to trust reader after she escapes

yandere Feitan when reader escapes for years

Yandere Feitan with hybrid reader

Yandere feitan with reader that has wings

phinks

chasing reader through the woods

reader escapes forever

phinks making reader smoke weed | she’s allergic to it

How long it takes phinks to trust reader after she escapes

yandere phinks when reader escapes for years

Yandere phink with hybrid reader

Yandere phinks with reader that has wings

shalnark

yandere shalnark x pet reader

chasing reader through the woods

reader escapes forever

shalnark making reader smoke weed | she’s allergic to it

How long it takes shalnark to trust reader after she escapes

yandere shalnark when reader escapes for years

Yandere shalnark with hybrid reader

Yandere shalnark with reader that has wings

hisoka

hisoka takes chrollos kurta sex slave and “helps” her

telling hisoka he doesn’t have to use a condom

reader escapes forever

hisoka with a hybrid reader

dark hisoka headcannons

Hisoka forcing reader to get high | she’s allergic to it

How long it takes hisoka to trust reader after she escapes

yandere hisoka when reader escapes for years

Yandere hisoka with reader that has wings

illumi

yandere illumi when reader runs away and gets an abortion

telling illumi he doesn’t have to use a condom

reader escapes forever

illumi with a hybrid reader

Illumi headcannons

illumi forcing reader to get high | she’s allergic to it

How long it takes illumi to trust reader after she escapes

yandere illumi when reader escapes for years

Yandere illumi with reader that has wings

chrollo

chrollo makes reader get high and she allergic to it

chasing reader through the woods

chrollo keeping kurta as sex slave because he gets turned on by her eyes |Part two |Part three

yandere chrollo when reader won’t eat

yandere chrollo when reader is scared of sex

yandere chrollo with reader that doesn’t like sex

telling chrollo he doesn’t have to use a condom

reader escapes forever

chrollo with a hybrid reader

fluffy chrollo headcannons

How long it takes Chrollo to trust reader after she escapes

yandere chrollo when reader escapes for years

Pregnant reader escapes yandere Chrollo

Rough noncon with yandere Chrollo | aftermath

Yandere chrollo with reader that has wings

uvogin

chasing reader through the woods

Beast Uvogin x reader

uvogin making reader smoke weed

uvogin headcannons

Nobonuga

chasing reader through the woods

machi

chasing reader through the woods

Pakunoda

chasing reader through the woods

shizuku

chasing reader through the woods

kurapika

gets kurta reader from chrollo who keeps her las a sex slave

series

kurta darling

chrollo takes her as a sex slave | hisoka “helps” her | chrollo gets her back |kurapika gets her

my hero academia

shigaraki

really dark yandere shigaraki headcannons

dabi

short very dark yandere Dabi headcannons

Jujutsu kaisen

mahito

yandere Mahito x civilian reader

Sukuna

bully yandere sukuna x reader collage au | she gets stockholm syndrome

naoya

naoya impregnating his reluctant wife

gojo

yandere gojo x tsundrre reader

Short Yandere gojo headcannons

toji

sugar daddy toji

nanbaka (I don’t write for anymore)

uno

uno finding out why darling is in nanbaka

seitorou

seitorou finding out why reader is in nanbaka

imagines

imagine for Uvogin, mihawk, endeavour, gyomei, senami, hisoka, Sebastian, orochmaru, ryuk, buggy, all might, toji, Dazai, yami, Arlong here

#masterlist #hxh masterlist #jjk masterlist #nanbaka masterlist #writing #hisoka #Feitan #naoya #chrollo x reader #hisoka x reader #illumi c reader #hxh x reader

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nynyhaha · 3 months ago

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Phantom Troupe - failed robinhoods?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meteor City needs two things, protection and material goods.

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

In chapter 105 Leorio says the following:

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

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

See how it’s a forced decision?

And the Troupe abolished even that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#phantom troupe #chrollo lucilfer #hxh headcanons #meteor city

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 year ago

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Fixer Upper

Part 1

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

part 2

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A/N: new series inspired by my perv!kurapika HC!! I’m not sure how long it will be, but I hope y’all will enjoy it!! He won’t be a huge perv at first, he still hasn’t had his sexual awakening. This series will be full of smut/spicy content, so be aware!!

Kurapika tried to catch his breathing as he hid behind a garbage can, gasping out in pain.

His current mission was a dangerous one and had nearly resulted in the loss of his arm. Right now, he held the bloody gash and gritted his teeth. Kurapika had the scarlet eyes, but his mission was far from over.

“I think he went that way!”

Kurapika his his presence and pulled his legs to his chest, making himself as small as possible to avoid detection.

They passed the alleyway by, the Kurta holding his breath until he couldn’t hear their footsteps any longer.

He let out a relieved sigh, shaking some of the blood from his hand and opening his phone. He sent Leorio a quick text saying his mission was nearly over, knowing how worried his friend had been.

Now, Kurapika only had to worry about finding somewhere to hide while he recovered.

But where?

He didn’t know anyone in this city, he’d never been here before. Except…

A memory came rushing back to his mind, the blonde frowning.

“You always have a place with me, Kurapika. Here’s my number.”

If he wasn’t holding his injured arm to try and stop the bleeding, he may have slapped a hand onto his forehead.

Yes, she lived here. He’d forgotten.

Kurapika scrolled through his contacts, clicking her name and scrolling through the limited messages the two had sent each other.

She’d given him her address if he ever wanted to stop by, saying he was welcome anytime.

He just hoped (Name) wouldn’t mind him getting blood all over her floor.

—————

Finding her house wasn’t easy.

She lived on the opposite side of town, in a secluded neighborhood framed by a small patch of woodland.

Although he was thankful it was far enough away that the people searching for him wouldn’t think to look there, he was still grumpy.

Kurapika couldn’t really help that. The more he moved the more blood he lost. When he finally stepped onto her porch, he had to lean against a wall for support.

He knocked on the door quickly, wincing at the sight of blood smearing the white surface.

“Coming!”

If Kurapika wasn’t nearly doubled over in pain and bleeding out, he may have been excited to hear her voice.

The girl opened the door shortly after.

It had been a while since he’d seen her, nearly two years. The last time was in York New, when she and the others had been there to support him as he attempted to avenge his clan.

He could still remember the feeling of her hands pushing his hair back, the sound of her concerned voice reaching his ears.

“Kurapika?”

The girl in front of him hadn’t changed much, besides having (shorter/longer) hair.

“Are you… oh god are you bleeding?”

He didn’t answer, stumbling inside and collapsing on the floor.

“Jesus Christ!”

(Name) kneeled down next to him, turning him so he was lying on his back.

Kurapika’s breath came out in rapid bursts, his eyes darting between (Name) and his arm.

“Hey, take deep breaths, it’s alright. I’m gonna get you into bed.”

She hooked her arm under his good one and pulled him to his feet. Kurapika leaned his weight against her, allowing her to lead him into a dark room.

“Okay, I’m going to set you down.”

She lied him down on the bed, not caring about the blood staining her sheets. She pushed her sleeves back and stood, moving to the other side of the bed to have access to his injured arm.

‘What… is she doing?’

(Name) pulled his sleeve back, wincing at the sight. “What happened to you, Kurapika?”

“… stabbed.”

“Well, I figured that much… I mean what situation were you in to get stabbed?”

When he didn’t answer, (Name) sighed. “Okay, we can talk about this later. Just…”

She placed her hand on his wound. “You’re going to pass out.”

That was the last thing he heard before blacking out.

———————

Kurapika woke up to the feeling of sunlight shining onto his face. His eyes blinked open slowly, his good arm reaching up to shield them.

‘Where… where am I?’

He surveyed his surroundings, using In to see if there was anyone near.

Kurapika sensed two auras besides his own, both of them familiar.

He looked down to see his tabard and undershirt had been removed, replaced by a plain white tshirt. His injured arm had been bandaged and the pain had faded.

‘(Name) must of done this…’

His hand grazed his arm, his eyes softening ever so slightly.

Kurapika stood up, wincing at the soreness in his legs. The blonde opened the door to the room he was in.

“Yeah I think- wait did that door just open?”

Kurapika stepped out of the doorway, being greeted by the smell of eggs and bacon cooking on the stove.

“Oh, you’re awake!”

(Name) waved from the kitchen, a familiar white haired boy sat at the counter on a tall stool.

Oh, right. He was at (Name)’s house.

“… good morning.”

Kurapika walked over, sitting down next to the boy. Said boy raised an eyebrow, turning to get a better look.

“Kurapika!?”

“Killua?”

The two stared at each other, Killua pointing at him. “When the hell did you get here?”

“I could ask the same of you.”

“I live here! Now answer my question!”

He lived with (Name)?

Kurapika glanced at (Name), asking for help with his eyes.

“He got here about 24 hours ago, at night.”

Kurapika blinked. He didn’t think he’d been out that long.

“Okay, okay. Why is he here though?”

(Name) shrugged. “I’m not completely sure, when he got here he was bleeding out on my doorstep.”

Killua huffed. “Oh, so he’s not here visiting.”

Kurapika rubbed his temple. Did he have to ask so many questions when Kurapika was having trouble remembering his own name?

“You haven’t talked with (Name) in what, years? And the first time you decide to show your face is because you needed something.”

“Killua!”

Killua straightened up at the sound of (Name)’s voice. “There’s no need for all that. I offered up my home to all of you if you needed it.”

She placed a plate of food in front of the young boy, walking back and grabbing one for Kurapika as well.

“Now, eat up, Kurapika. You lost a lot of blood.”

The man knew Killua was right. Kurapika had been purposefully ignoring her, for reasons even he couldn’t completely comprehend.

He decided to listen, lifting a piece of bacon to his mouth and taking a bite. After the first bite, he realized just how hungry he was.

Kurapika shoveled scrambled eggs into his mouth, not caring too much about the taste. When was the last time he’d stopped to eat a full meal? Was it 3 or 4 days ago?

“Slow down, you’re going to choke.”

While he wasn’t paying attention, (Name) had snuck closer, placing a cup of orange juice in front of him. Ironically, her words spooked him into choking, the man coughing before downing the juice in one gulp.

“You’re acting like you haven’t eaten in days.” Killua said before munching on a handful of Froot Loops.

“That’s because I haven’t. I’ve been busy.”

(Name) sat down in front of them, taking a bite of her own breakfast. “You should try to eat three square meals a day. You need fuel for your body.”

He didn’t reply, standing up and walking to the stove to get seconds.

“How long is he staying?”

Kurapika’s eyebrow twitched. Why didn’t Killua just ask him?

“Oh, I’m not sure. As long as he needs to.”

“Just until I recover.”

The two looked up at Kurapika. He sat back down, starting on his second helping. “I’ll be gone within a few days to a week at most. Sorry for the trouble.”

(Name) leaned her cheek against her hand, elbow on the table. “You’re no trouble at all, I’m happy to see you again.”

This was one of the reasons Kurapika hadn’t contacted her. He remembered why he had trouble speaking with her.

She was way too nice, and he didn’t like how it made him feel.

Soft.

“Thank you. I’ll make sure to reimburse you.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “No need. I don’t take money from friends.”

Killua sighed. “Don’t try to argue, she doesn’t listen to reason.”

(Name) scowled at him. “Rude.”

———————

Kurapika put his plate in the sink, watching the two from the corner of his eye. They were talking about something mundane, (Name) seemingly more passionate about the topic.

“Oh!”

(Name) turned away from Killua, giving Kurapika a smile. “I washed your tabard, and it’s drying right now. I did it by hand because I wasn’t sure if it was washing machine safe.”

“It is, but I appreciate your help.”

He suddenly remembered what happened right before he passed out.

“(Name)?”

“Yes?”

“What… what is your nen ability?”

She grinned. “I can heal people. Technically, I just speed up the recovery process going on in your cells, so it takes a lot of your stamina to heal. You didn’t have a lot the other night, so you passed out. It’s most likely why you slept so long.”

That made sense. (Name) had always been the soft, motherly type. Of course her power would be that of a healer. That was why his arm wasn’t hurting as much as it should.

“I see. Thank you, (Name).”

“No problem, hun.”

Oh dear, another reason he didn’t speak to her. She was quite fond of pet names, and although they didn’t make him uncomfortable per say, it did make him feel… something.

“Kurapika.”

Killua folded his arms against his chest, staring the blonde down. “What happened for you to get so injured?”

“I was stabbed-“

“I mean what situation you were in.”

Kurapika could swear he’d had this conversation before.

“I had a mission. To collect the scarlet eyes.”

“And?”

“That’s all.”

Killua groaned, (Name) pushing herself up and taking her plate to the sink. “You really should be more careful, Kurapika. You nearly gave me a heart attack when you showed up bleeding all over my porch.”

“… sorry.”

He hadn’t meant to worry her. It was one of the many reasons he worked alone, he hated making other people worry about him.

“Don’t be. I’m just glad you’re alright.”

She patted his back. “Now, why don’t you rest. You’ll need at least another day until your stamina is recovered.”

He nodded and walked back to his room, closing the door behind him.

It was never easy being with her for too long. Ever since the Hunter Exam, she’d been someone he struggled to be around for longer than necessary.

She smelled good, she was nice, and always made his head feel fuzzy.

And he hated it.

He had trouble concentrating on his mission when his thoughts kept drifting to her. How she was doing, where she was, if she was okay. It was all he could think about after leaving York New.

But now it was near impossible to ignore her. Maybe he should have taken his chances with the thugs that had been chasing him.

As he watched the ceiling fan spin above him, he told himself he needed to leave as soon as possible. For both his and (Name)’s own good.

He didn’t want to hurt her again.

——————

Kurapika awoke to a knock on his door, (Name) opening it up and walking in with her hands full.

“I brought your bag and clothes! If you write down your sizing I can go and grab you some spare outfits when I go shopping tomorrow.”

Kurapika sat up, pulling the bag into his lap. He peered inside, visibly relaxing when his eyes met those of the scarlet eyes. It was strange, you’d think he’d have felt anguish or anger at the sight of his clan’s dismembered eyes, but it felt familiar. Safe.

“I will accompany you.”

She tilted her head. “Are you sure? Didn’t you say you were stabbed in town?”

“Yes, but they have most likely left by now. They probably assumed I skipped town.”

(Name) sat on the edge of his bed, the man stiffening ever so slightly. “I see. Well, I’m glad your mission was a success. What are you planning to do next?”

He zipped up the backpack, placing it on the floor next to his bed. “I’ll find more information on either the Spiders or the scarlet eyes until I find one or the other. I’ll continue until I’m finished or dead.”

He said this so seriously, his aura determined. (Name) sighed.

“I wish you wouldn’t say things like that. You shouldn’t throw your life away.”

He scowled, his fingers brushing against the bandages on his arm.

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand. I will not stop until my clan has been avenged. I have no other purpose, that is my goal.”

It always hurt to see (Name)’s face twist into one of sadness when he stated his mission. She’d heard these words before, though more harsh the last time.

“I know, I know. Just…”

She placed a hand on his leg, squeezing lightly. “Just know that we care about you, okay? We all worry, so please, be careful.”

With that, she stood up and approached the door. “The shower is open if you need one. I just set out some towels.”

He nodded, not meeting her eye.

“Dinner is in an hour.”

She opened the door and closed it behind her.

‘I’m doing it again. I’m worrying her.’

Kurapika shook the memory of their last meeting from his head. He didn’t want to think about that right now.

He took up her offer about 15 minutes later, seeing a fluffy towel next to the shower ready for use.

There were only two sets of soap, one set being (Name)’s, and the others Killua’s.

He didn’t want to know how Killua would react if he used his, so he used (Name)’s. It was a soft, fruity scent, soothing his anxious mind as he rubbed it into his skin.

When he left the shower, he draped a towel over his shoulders, leaving his hair wet. He hadn’t dried his hair in years, never having the time.

He wish he had when (Name) came rushing over when he excited, scolding him.

“Kurapika, you’re going to get a cold. Sit!”

It was hard to argue when you’re being dragged and pushed into a sitting position.

“You have such pretty hair, you know.”

Kurapika sighed. Was his hair really that pretty now? It had been a while since he’d properly washed it. He’d take quick showers, just scrubbing it with whatever soap he could get his hands on before exciting the shower as quickly as possible.

She ran leave in conditioner through his locks, humming to herself as she combed through the knots in his hair. Her touch was gentle, much more gentle than his own.

When was the last time someone had been so close to him without trying to kill him? Even knowing (Name) wouldn’t hurt him, he still felt tense with her near. It felt unnatural, uncanny almost to have someone’s touch be so gentle and caring.

“All done. We’ll get you your own hair wash tomorrow, alright?”

He nodded in response. Kurapika just wanted her to stop touching him. He didn’t want to get used to being treated kindly. It made him soft, and that was dangerous for a man like him.

“You’ve been so quiet today. You alright?”

Kurapika jumped. He hadn’t expected her face to be so close when he turned at the sound of her voice.

“I’m… I’m just tired. Don’t worry too much.”

‘Please. It only makes it harder for me.’

He scooted away from her, turning his attention to the TV.

There was a random anime playing, Kurapika noticing Killua sat in a beanbag chair watching along and snickering.

“I’m going to work on dinner, you two be good, alright? That means you, Killua.”

She sent him a look and stood up, walking in the direction of the kitchen. Once she was out of earshot, Killua’s smile faded.

“Why did you think coming here after what you said to her is okay?”

“Excuse me?”

Killua rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. I’m talking about the last time you two were together. It upset her a lot, you know.”

Kurapika didn’t answer. He had no excuse, not able to look Killua in the eye.

“I said what needed to be said. I stated only the truth.”

Killua scowled. “I don’t care if it was the truth. She cried for days, Kurapika. Days. She was inconsolable.”

Kurapika stiffened and bit his lip. “It’s none of your business what happens between me and her. She seems fine now.”

‘God I’m such an asshole. She cried? I made her cry?’

Killua blinked, a look of confusion on his face. “None of my business? Are you insane? You’re my friend, you’re SUPPOSED to be her friend, if it’s anyone’s business it’s mine. Is she only worth your time when you need something from her?”

Kurapika didn’t answer. Killua scoffed, standing up and walking past him.

“I don’t know what the hell you want from her, but just know…”

Killua stopped right next to him.

“She may forgive easily, but I don’t. Hurt her again, and I won’t think twice about breaking your arm.”

Kurapika watched him from the corner of his eye. “I don’t plan on staying long enough to hurt anyone.”

They stared at each other, Killua’s eyes cold, but hurt. “Don’t outstay your welcome.”

———————

Dinner was quiet, and awkward. Both Killua and Kurapika seemed irritated, (Name) struggling to make conversation before giving up.

Both were quick to go to bed after dinner. (Name) flinched at the sound of doors slamming, sighing softly.

She walked around the house, picking up little messes KIllua had made during the day.

‘Messy brat.’

She giggled to herself, placing another empty box of chocolate robots in the trash. She wondered how he was able to eat so many and stay so thin.

“(Name)?”

She jumped, quickly turning to see Kurapika standing in the doorway of his room, staring at her with his intense gray eyes.

“Oh- yes?”

He stayed silent for a moment, seemingly choosing his words carefully.

“What… time are you leaving tomorrow?”

She hummed. “I’m thinking after breakfast, so around 8 am. Is that alright with you?”

He nodded, looking away. “Yes, that… that should be fine.”

Thinking the conversation was over, she continued cleaning, humming to herself.

“(Name)?”

He was still standing there, his hand gripping the doorway hard enough to make a creaking sound.

“Yes?”

Kurapika bit his lip, his eyes on the ground.

“I…”

It was silent again, his hair falling to hide his eyes.

“Never mind. Goodnight, (Name).”

“Oh. Goodnight.”

Kurapika closed the door behind him, holding his chest.

He had told himself he’d apologize for his past actions, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

‘She probably hates me, but she’s kind enough to help even those that hurt her. God… I’m such a fucking idiot.’

He sunk into the floor, bringing his knees to his chest.

“My mission will always come before you. Always.”

He flinched at the memory of his words, groaning as he rubbed his temple. Kurapika knew those words were true, but he wished he hadn’t said it out loud. Just the look on her face when he spat it at her, right after she’d risked her life to help him was enough to make his chest ache.

Had he really become so cruel that he couldn’t apologize to someone so dear to him? Would he really spend the rest of his life running from his feelings? From her?

‘It’s safer that way. For both of us.’

He sighed, pulling himself up and plopping down onto his bed. It smelled nice, (Name)’s scent lingering on the comforter as he pulled it up to his chin.

Kurapika couldn’t allow himself to get too comfortable. If he did, he wasn’t the only one who’d be getting hurt.

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— the first snowfall | k. kurta

kurapika sees snow for the first time in York New city, triggering horrible memories.

warnings: none

word count: 912

december 14th 2024

It never snowed much in the Lukso Province. With the location being directly under the sun’s rays with every tilt of the planet, it refused to snow in the lush, green forest. The last time it snowed was a few years before Kurapika was born. Kurapika is currently body guarding Light Nostrade’s daughter, Neon, in the hotel they’re staying at for an auction. His stiff and lean body stays posted outside the wooden door, mind racing with thoughts and .9 millimeter stuffed in his belt. The large glass windows displays the city lights below and above, obnoxious honking sounding from ground level. He doesn’t get much sleep here.

The halls are quiet and empty, a person or two occasionally navigating towards their hotel room. He could tell they were affluent if they were staying at such a hotel. Your work shoes step against the carpet of the floor as you come back from your restroom break, seeing the blonde staring straight ahead at the huge billboard on the roof of the office building across, advertising some type of federal banking company.

You clear your throat softly, careful not to startle or agitate him. “Long night?”

Kurapika doesn’t turn but closes his eyes in exhaustion and nods, his eyes opening to fixate on the billboard outside once more. “Every night’s a long one here.” His voice is quiet, barely more than a murmur, like he’s trying not to disturb the silence he’s settled into. There’s a slight edge in his tone, a heaviness that you can’t quite read. Something mixed with regret and enervation.

You linger a moment, then add, “Not much to do but watch, I guess.”

He shifts his weight subtly, his gaze never breaking from the glass. “Watching is quite literally my job. Everything else is a distraction.” His tone is curt, almost dismissive. It’s clear he’s not looking for conversation, but he doesn’t seem intent on pushing you away either. It’s like he’s learned to tolerate your presence without fully acknowledging it.

The silence hangs between you, and you can’t help but feel the tension he holds, the way his stance is coiled like a spring even when he’s standing still.

You hesitate, then try once more. “Can’t be easy, though.

There’s a barely perceptible exhale, more exasperated than anything. “Easy isn’t the point,” he mutters, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. For a moment, he looks away from the window, his posture rigid. “If you’re finished with your break, I suggest you focus on your post.”

You internally let out a sigh before copying his stance, shutting up and staring out the window, but on guard. Your eyes are trained onto the billboard. The white billboard lit up with obnoxiously bright LED lights with a very happy man holding his credit card. You decided to name him Lorenzo, as he’ll be your only friend for the next few hours. You hadn’t noticed it started to snow until you wonder what in the world is flying around outside. You stare at the frozen particles in childlike wonder. Growing up in York New, you always loved how beautiful the snow looked in the city. Unable to refrain yourself, you walk towards the glass of the square window and watch as the snowflakes fall from white clouds covering the night sky.

You draw a small smiley face on the fogged up glass from your breath before turning towards Kurapika, seeing his disturbed face. You grow confused. Unbeknown to you, Kurapika has never seen snow before. The day Kurapika came back to find his clan slaughtered, he was traumatized by the sight. Mutilated bodies scattered here and there, blood splattered on what used to be a kids playground, and the fire set to many of the huts and houses of the province. One thing he’ll never forget is the ash that fell from the sky due to the many houses lighten ablaze. His heart races as his scarlet eyes flare up behind those black contacts. The snow. The ash. It’s too similar to him. Just like how the ash covered the dead bodies of his friends and family, it started to cover up the ground and roofs of the city buildings.

“Something wrong?” you ask, careful to keep your tone neutral.

Kurapika’s head snaps back slightly, as though pulled from a deep, dark memory. He presses his lips into a thin line, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “It’s nothing,” he replies, his voice edged with something close to irritation, as if even admitting that much is a vulnerability. His gaze returns to the snow outside, but this time he makes an effort to look away, to ignore it.

You drop your hand from the glass, the small smiley face already fading.

“Right.” You glance down the empty hallway, sensing that pushing further will only agitate him. And it’s clear he doesn’t want sympathy, nor distractions.

Kurapika straightens, the faintest tremor in his shoulders as he resets himself. “Get back to your post.” His tone is steely, all business now. “If there’s anything you should be concerned with, it’s not the snow.”

You nod once, sensing the finality in his words. As you turn to walk back to your post, you catch one last glimpse of his reflection in the glass, rigid, guarded, and isolated. The snow continues to fall softly outside, and you understand, just a little, why he avoids looking at it. Why some memories are best left buried.

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hyperfixatedcatlover · 24 days ago

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The Little Dancer In The Spider's Web - Prologue

Yandere Phantom Troupe x Ballerina Reader

So, this idea came to me randomly. I was wondering what a nen user with powers like Risotto Nero's stand Metallica would be like and wrote this. um, enjoy.

TW: Death of Sarasa, mentions of Kurta Clan Massacre, mentions of implied non-con (not the troupe members), future yandere behavior, MDNI

I do not condone these behaviors in real life.

I never belonged in that city.

Words you commonly think whenever the news of another massacre/heist done by the Phantom Troupe is reported on the news. The sentence wasn't too hurtful, for you know they were true. Even when you were a little girl in the place few know the existence of, whenever someone said it, you knew the words were true. Even as they defended you. Little you, abandoned with nothing more than a name stitched on a tattered blanket, birthday made to be the day you were found, raised in Meteor City, the city of criminals.

Why did I ever think I did?

When you were young, you met Sheila, a girl just a couple of years older than you, who gladly took you in as a shadow. Following her silently, clinging to her hand our hiding behind her when talking to adults, where ever she went, it wasn't a stretch to assume you weren't far behind. It was her who introduced you to Sarasa, another kind girl who took you in like a kid takes in a puppy, constantly jumping about with excitement. The three of you became like sisters. It was them who found the book on ballet, and it was your sisters who introduced you to him.

Why did he think I belonged with them?

He was thin and pale, but his hair was a rich black. His gray eyes seemed to know everything. By looking at you, it felt like he was watching your every memory and hearing your every thought like a movie. When he wanted to voiceover the VHS tape of The Power Cleaners, your sisters were on board, but not you. No matter what the two did, little you was so shy, a rabbit quivering in the city of wolves. Chrollo noticed your shyness and didn't seem to mind. He soon became another one you clung to. Shadowing him during days you couldn't shadow one of your sisters. He introduced you to them.

Why did they think I belonged with them?

They all knew eachother before, you could tell. One bonus to being so quiet that you're almost unnoticed is that you learn how to observe. Movements, sounds, patterns. Who a person first looks at and how says a lot about the dynamic between them. You met Pakunoda first. She seemed so mature despite being a teen, but that wasn't shocking. You grow up quick in that city, childhood is a mere biological stage in life. She was also close with your sisters, but there was always something that never seemed sisterly about her. Her eyes sharp, sharp enough to pierce through you, especially when you got close to Chrollo, you stopped shadowing him after a few too many glares from her. Then you met Uvogin, Feitan, Phinks, Nobunaga, Shalnark, Franklin, and Machi. They had known each other too, but some were closer than others. Uvogin and Nobunaga seemed to be connected at all times. Uvogin was like a wolf held back by something, and after seeing Nobunaga start a fight over a junk pile, you understood who was holding him back. They often joked about your height, being so small that one would sneak behind you and pick you up. Feitan, Phinks, and Shalnark seemed like a trio of troublemakers. They were, often pranking you and teasing you, something you still don't know if was done with malicious intent. They were good at hiding that from you. Machi seemed to go wherever and find a spot within the group. Her gut telling her where she should go, who she should trust, what she should do. Her instincts were almost always spot on and her cold demeaner somehow seemed less apparent with you. Franklin was always just there too, it felt. A silent protector, his size scaring off unwanted stragglers. He spoke little, but when he did, he was calm.

You weren't loud, speaking was hard, but you could dance.

The ballet book your sisters gave you was something you knew you'd like. You always had a rhythm in your step, you were always flexible, and you were silent. Moving about like a swan would, gracefully, silently, purely. The book had words in another language and you'd beg Chrollo to translate whenever you and your sisters saw him. You didn't like being alone with him, especially with Pakunoda not far behind. The book contained pictures of poses, step-by-step guides on moves, warm-ups, ballets, and everything you soon fell in love with. When you were alone, you'd go through the motions in the book, do the stretches, the moves, and make up your own dances. When people saw you dance, you seemed to hypnotize them, especially them. Uvogin and Nobunaga wouldn't pick you up, Feitan, Phinks, and Shalnark wouldn't tease you, Chrollo, Pakunoda, Machi, and Franklin would silently observe. Your moves were a little clunky, not having the music you needed, but they worked well. You loved to dance, and silently had the dream to become a dancer at the York New City Opera House, the worlds most famous stage, especially for ballerinas. You never told anyone, as you hardly ever spoke, but they could guess you wanted to be something more than a girl who could do a few tricks. Everything felt fine, normal, and happy. Well, as happy as things could feel in Meteor City.

Then the trio became a duo.

When you all split up to look for Sarasa who didn't show up for the recording that day, you went with Sheila. After failing to find her in the junkyard, you all reconvened, where one of the adults was taking the body wearing Sarasa's clothes to wear all the corpses go, a burlap sack held on top of the corpse. But then, you noticed something missing. Many in the group heard your voice for the first time that day when you said in a quiet voice,

"Sheila, where did Sarasa's head go?" Nobody answered. What could anyone say to that? When Chrollo looked at the bloody burlap sack, his reaction said it all. You were the most fragile. The silence broke you, the sight etched into your mind broke you. You fell to your knees, crying and silently screaming. Sheila's near crushing grip on your shoulders came after you fell to your knees like a puppet without a string. She pushed your head into her chest, holding onto you like you'd vanish if she let go. The grip was more for her than for you, you think. What else happened after the discovery is unknown to you. You faintly remember being picked up by someone, carried home, and being tucked into bed.

You were even more silent after that.

Everyone was shaken. Everyone felt a hollowness now that the bright energetic girl was permanently missing from your lives. Chrollo and Uvogin seemed to be the angriest. Uvogin was always quick to punch first and ask questions later, but there was nobody to punch in sight. Chrollo's anger was a quiet, simmering rage. Like a pot about to boil over, but nobody would realize until the burning smell permeated through every possible barrier. Everyone else seemed snippy. You distanced yourself for a while from them. From everyone really.

It took two years to dance again.

Everyone else seemed to recover. A secret strength unlocked in them. A year later, Sheila left to pursue her dream of being a hunter. You couldn't blame her. Everyone grew sick of this place eventually. A few days after Sheila left, Chrollo came by. You were stretching, using a decrepit table to prop your left foot on as you leaned to the side, right arm extended and touching your pointed toe and your side perfectly aligned with your leg. You remember the conversation to this day.

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You paused as you heard a gentle knock and a gently calm voice asking to come in. Of course you let Chrollo in. You found some security with him and the Troupe. They seemed to ease up on teasing and piercing stares after a while. They were distracted by some promise Chrollo made Uvogin. You were going to ask if he needed anything but stopped when he said, "Do you want to join the Phantom Troupe?" You were slightly surprised.

"Is that the new official name for your acting troupe?" You were still quiet, but after Shelia left, you had to speak more.

"We aren’t acting anymore." That should've alarmed you, but everyone changed after the death of a member of the troupe. You just lived in denial. You turn to face him, looking up into his steely grey eyes.

"Then what are you doing?" Creaks in the floors from the other room let you know that the others were in the house listening for your answer. Quiet people always listen.

"Revenge."

"Oh." You knew this. This was something you wanted to avoid thinking about.

"Do you want to join? I know Sarasa was like a sister to you." Your fingers clutched the table behind you.

"No." Chrollo looked surprised for the first time, but only vaguely. His brows slightly raised and his eyes held that look of a predator figuring out the best way to catch his prey.

"No? You refuse to avenge your family?"

"I think we'd become the same monsters that killed her." 'We all know I don't belong in this city. Why are you even bothering with me?'

"People leave their stuff here. They need to learn they can't take it away. We'll be the ones to teach them."

"I refuse." 'I'm a weaking. I'll slow you down, I hate drawing blood. I can't do anything to help you.'

"Fine." Chrollo said curtly. He turned and left the building, the footsteps of the others following.

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That was the last time you saw them in person.

Getting used to being alone took a while. People heard your voice more, people mocked you more. You realized how much you were guarded from when you lost the silent protection. But the pastor of the church took pity on you. He trained you in the same power that he taught the others. He told you how they asked him to not teach you as they could protect you, but now that they were gone, he'd teach you Nen. You caught on quick. The training making sense to you as ballet was also about patience. In a few months, you were able to do the water divination. You were a manipulator. After a few more months, you found your Hatsu, iron. Controlling iron came naturally to you. You never realized how deadly this was until a night you were dancing in a clearing, tucked behind several junk piles. You were practicing your pirouettes when a large man tackled you from behind, pinning you down. You knew instantly what he was going to do and your small size didn't help at all. You called your nen to do anything that would get the man to let go of you. When a warm liquid reeking of copper started dripping on your head and back, you realized what happened. You slid from his grip and watched as he coughed up blood and vomited razor blades.

It was that same night you left Meteor City.

You ran into a well dressed man in your haste to get away from the bloody mess. He stopped you and asked, "Were you the dancer in the clearing?"

You shakily nod your head. Your mind racing. He smiled and said "You have talent. What if I took you from here? Taught you how to be a dancer? I own an opera house, and am famous for the dancers I teach." You believed him. Machi described the feelings her instincts gave her and what was brewing inside you matched.

"Yes."

With a single word, your whole life changed. You wrote a few letters. One for the council, to tell them you were leaving, one for Sheila, and one for the Troupe. The man introduced himself as Peter Ivan, and drove you to an airport where you got on an airship and landed in York New, where drivers picked you up and took the two of you to his penthouse apartment. He had his maid go scrub you down in the tub, gave you a good nutritious meal, and a warm bed. In the morning after breakfast, he led you to the studio in his suite and asked you to show him what you knew, which you did. He watched with an analytical gaze. He saw you had raw talent, your moves were objectively correct but needed more precision in the movements. He needed to break apart everything you knew and teach it to you again, which he did. He taught you everything, and introduced you to his dancers at the York New Opera House as a member of the Corp de ballet. You rose through ranks, eventually becoming a Prima Ballerina. When Peter passed away, lung cancer, he left his properties, assets, and opera house to you. You were now a star, shining under the spotlight.

Then you made a discovery.

Walking up the opera house stairs to rehearsal one morning, you caught sight of a newspaper dropped by a random person before you arrived. In bold lettering, you read:

Kurta Clan Slaughtered, Eyes Missing! Phantom Troupe Activity Suspected!

In shock, you couldn't hold your stomach and vomited everything inside it into a trash can outside the doors. The dancers nearby hurried to you and apparently you looked like you went through the wringer. One drove you to your apartment and helped you inside and set you up with some water and a blanket before leaving to rehearsal again. You were in a daze. 'How is that vengeance? Why did you do this?' You didn't realize that in a couple of years, you'd get the opportunity to ask them.

Little did you know, that in a few years, you'd be a butterfly dancing on a spider's web,

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