#phinks x reader running away

[rotten-pomegranate]

Uhmmmm, I don’t have too many ideas…But how do the yanderes in the phantom troupe like the chase/brattiness ? I brain rot thinking about being chased in the deep woods around where a Yandere keeps their darling

The idea of being caught, of the different reactions. Of being dragged back to the prison of a home or even being punished still in the swamp or dirt <3

Hnnnn just thinking! I’ll try to come up with some ideas later on to quench my thirst for your writing🙏

Yandere Phantom troupe members chasing darling through the woods

Warnings: torture, punishment, hitting, yandere, chasing, some Noncon, spanking, oral, abuse

Characters: Chrollo, Feitan, phinks, shalnark, uvogin, machi, Pakunoda, shizuku, Nobonuga. I only did the characters people like ;-;

Also sorry this took so damn long it got lost in the void

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Chrollo

Chrollo was testing you, he wanted to know if you where well trained or if you needed some more disciplining

He makes sure you don’t hear the loud lock clip into place, he makes sure you hear him leave and drive away then he just waits

When he hears you leave he gives you a few minutes to see if you’ll change your mind, when you don’t he calmly yells your name

When he actually starts chasing you he’ll make himself as quiet as possible, you aren’t gonna know he was close until you get tackled into the dirt in the middle of the woods

He wouldn’t been gentle of you behaved and just walked back to him like you should’ve but not now, now your going home and getting punished

Feitan

Feitan wants you to run, he wants an excuse to drag you down to the basement and lock you in the chair just like he’s don’t to do many victims before.

He says he’ll be gone for a few days and that he’s leaving you unchained so you can eat and use the bathroom without trouble, but in reality he’s just waiting in the shed to see if you’ll take the bait

He locks the door but leaves the keys in his nightstand right where he made sure you saw him put them days earlier

When he sees you leave he grabs you and lets you know you have a head start, catching something right away isn’t fun after all

When he gets you just hope you didn’t excite him to much because if you do he’s gonna pin you down and fuck you before you can even get back to the house

Phinks

he didn’t have a lot of hope, he wanted to know if you would chose to stay with him if given the opportunity to leave

Obviously you wouldn’t, he kidnapped you, yelled at you for everything and abused you in the most intimate way possible just because he was bigger and stronger then you, he knew you couldn’t do anything

So when he left the door cracked open of course you took the opportunity, you did not expect to see him standing right outside it though, pressed up against the wall so you wouldn’t see him

He garbs you and slams you against the wall, tells you how the door is open and he’s giving you a thirty second head start before he catches and punishes you for trying to get away, he also lets you know your punishment is a broken leg so you better run like hell

Shalnark

Shalnark is out doing somthing and he sees you on the cameras, he’s sad that your trying to get away but not surprised

He’s not even worried, he has cameras all over the woods by his house and your prison

He finishes what he was doing and drives home at a normal speed, but when he gets there it all changes, he lets his presence be known and he yells that if you come out now the punishment will be fast and easy, maybe he’ll spank you once for every camera he seen you on, or maybe you can suck him off and call it a night

But no of course not, you had to be difficult, you had to keep running, now what he’s gonna do is run after you and beat you up when he finds you, all with that sweet little face of his, smiling down at you while he kicks you in the stomach

When he brings you home it’s gonna be hell to, just him using your tied up body as a sex slave, and he won’t out a antenna in you either, he wants you to remember it all

Uvogin

Uvogin is a beast but he’s not stupid, not stupid enough to leave the door to the house unlocked no he did that purpose, he just wants a good chase, one that he gets a reward at the end of, your the reward by the way

He waits in a tree until he sees you start running down the pathway he let you decorate with flowers, how ungrateful he’ll be sure to make you show him how grateful you are while he’s using you body

He’s makes sure you know he’s fallowing you, he’s loud and he’s talking about the stuff he’s gonna do to you when he gets you, talking about how he naught break you hips while he’s gripping them and using you like a fleshlight or how he’s not gonna gag you because he wants to hear you

He’s gonna fully tackle you to the ground when he’s close enough but he won’t do it right away, he does want a chase

He’s pinning you down and ripping you cloths off right there in the dirt under the moonlight

When he’s done he leaves, you better fallow him in your pitiful fucked out necked form if you Wanna clean up and get a bath when you get home even though as soon as you walk through the door your just getting fucked again and again no matter how much you scream no

Machi

Machi genuinely forgot to lock the door, she was focused on something else and just left it open

She was half way to her destination when she just got a hunch that something was off and she was right there you where just disappearing into the woods when she pulled in to the driveway

She’s mad at you for running and herself for giving you the chance to

She uses her nen threads to catch you, putting the all around to you can’t move without getting small painful cuts from invisible threads

When you finally stop she’s gonna calmly walk towards you and drag you back to the house, she’s not gonna punish you to bad because she did leave the door unlocked so she’ll do something simple like a spanking or having you sleep on the floor

Pakunoda

Pakunoda this sweet women was just trying to give you some freedom, she was letting you move around the house freely but only the window in your room was sealed shut

She gets home with some sushi and soft silk pyjamas for you and her but your nowhere to be found, she’s so sad the you left her after she was so nice

She understands she kidnapped you but she really thought you where getting used to her

She’s so gentle when bringing you back home, your emotions are already so wild at the moment she doesn’t wanna set a permanent image of herself as scary

She so calmly brings you to your room and talks to you about how she hates punishing you but she has no choice

She spanks you with a paddle and makes you count, she gives you thirty spanks before she holds you and gives your the pyjamas and sushi, she’s so sweet about it, telling you it could’ve been different if you just didn’t run away

Shizuku

She forgot to lock the door, poor girl is trying her hardest to manage having you locked in a room while continuously forgetting everything

She’s just drinking her morning tea when she sees you running into the forest outside, she’s so confused at first, like no that can’t be them, they are sleeping in their room

Your weren’t, she went to check and finds out it was you, she gets blinky to tear the forest apart so she can find you

She literally doesn’t care, she just puts you back in your room and gives you breakfast

She has no shits to give

Nobunaga

Nobunaga takes it the hardest he gets home and just freaks the fuck out

Screaming, ripping your house apart and then going outside and doing the same to the forest

Your poor little self will be running for dear life while he’s talking about you never getting anything ever again

Another one that completely jumps on you and takes the breath out of your lungs

He’s just holding you into the dirt by your neck saying how dangerous it is out here and how you guys have to go back to the house now

He’s gonna make you show him how sorry you are as soon as your in the door don’t worry

[arias-diaryy]

More phinks hc’s or any content PLEASE, you opened my eyes to this man (I wanna write a fic and yours keep me going)

I’m so sorry for getting to this late anon if you write that fic please tag me id love to read it

cw yandere

I wrote a bit about this in this fic, but I really do like a dynamic where phinks and reader are both somewhat on edge around each other. phinks because he has no idea how to act around you, the object of his obsession that he’s crossed several lines for. and reader is terrified for, well, obvious reasons.

i just think it’s fun because phinks is used to using force or aggression to get what he wants, that’s part of the whole “being in a troupe full of killers and thieves” shtick. he can’t strong-arm you into being in a relationship with him (i mean, he already kidnapped you, he might as well go all the way)…

Definitely the type to randomly raise his voice at you and then backtrack after two minutes because he feels bad. For all of the stalking he’s done, you’d think he’d have a better idea on how to interact with you. If you make any sudden movements, Phinks grabbing at you immediately as if you’re trying to run away. He wouldn’t blame you if you were. Maybe. He apologizes after, for what it’s worth.

slightly paranoid phinks x skittish reader my beloved

[seiko09]

— When you went out to buy something without the 2 of them knowing and ended up getting kidnapped

Pairings: Feitan x Reader x Shalnark

Ps: Feitan's first language is Chinese so he's still having trouble speaking

Warnings: Inappropriate words/ cursing

'Ugh... In a room and doing nothing is super boring.'Was all you can think at the current moment, suddenly your genius of a head thought of something.

"Why don't I... Go get food or something...?" You muttered as you stood up and went to change your clothes, after a while you came back looking casual but pretty at the same time.

'What can I say... My family genes are amazing.' You though at yourself as you look at yourself in the mirror.

Snapping back to reality, you grab your purse and headed out of your room, you headed to the living room thinking both of your boyfriends are there but instead of Feitan and Shalnark you saw Phinks.

"Oi fei- Oh... Y/n, you're all dressed up. What's the occasion?" Phinks asked as he raised his eyebrows "Ah, Im going to buy some food or something that may caught my eye. And where's Fei and Shal?" You replied and added a question.

"Oh that's good, And both of them went to a mission." Phinks explained as you nod "Alright, Ill head out! Do tell Fei and Shall that i went out to buy something." I said as i walk away.

"I got you. Stay safe" Phinks replied as he went back to what he was doing.

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You we're now walking at the streets as you were looking around, suddenly one store full of fruits caught your eye so you directly went to it and checked it.

"Ah, are these mango fresh?" You asked as you grab one mango, The seller nods "Why yes, they are fresh. They just got delivered 1 hour ago." The seller said as you nod and looked at the mango.

"Ill buy 12 mangoes please" You said as the seller nod and took 12 mangoes and put them on a reusable bag and handed it to you.

"That would be *Amount* ¥" The seller said as you pay for the mangoes, after that you began walking back to the streets to find more interesting shops.

Suddenly you felt someone put a clothe in your nose and mouth, you being you hit their side with your elbow and run away.

Thinking you we're far from them you sighed in relief and looked at the reusable bag that has the mangoes inside.

"Aish, good thing the mango-" before you could even finish your sentence you suddenly fall unconscious.

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Back with the troupe:

Feitan and Shalnark came back from their mission, they went to your shared room expecting to see you there.

But when they opened the door, you we're nowhere to be found so they decided to check the other rooms but you weren't there.

They walk to the living room and found Phinks playing a video game, so they decided to ask "Hey, Phinks. Where's Y/n?" Shalnark asked "Y/n, no in the room" Feitan added.

"Ah? Y/n went out to buy some stuff which she told me to tell you both." Phinks said still focus on his game "What? Why didnt you say it then?" Shalnark said with a 'are you serious' face

"You didnt ask until now" Phinks snap back "y/n told you, say it to us" Feitan said as he groaned in irritatedly as Phinks rolled his eyes "Whatever."

5 HOURS HAS PASSED

Feitan and Shalnark was getting worried, because you still haven't returned. Usually when you go out it only takes you 2 hours not 5 hours.

Shalnark was pacing back and fourth around the living room while Feitan was tapping his foot while leaning against the wall.

"Can you both calm down? Im sure she was enjoying her time thats why she's taking so long!" Phinks said as he irritatedly sighed.

"You no know her. She go 2 hours only!" Feitan glared at him while talking "Yes, even if she did enjoyed it. The max time if she enjoyed going out is 3 hours!" Shalnark added as he irritatedly grumbled.

"What if-" Before phinks can finish his sentence a letter flew in the room "What the actual f*ck? How'd did this fly here?" Phinks asked.

"Tch. Magic of course." Feitan replied as Shalnark opened the letter "Hey! Careful it might be poisonous!" Phinks yelled at Shalnark "If it was i should've been dead by now." Shalnark said sarcastically as he read the letter.

"What the hell." Shalnark said as he threw the letter "What? What in the letter?" Feitan asked raising his eyebrows and read the letter and crumb fold the paper and threw it at the trash.

"Lets go." Shalnark said as his whole demeanor changed from playful to serious as walked out the room as Feitan followed.

"What the actual shit. They kidnapped Y/n?!" Phinks yelled as he reads the letter that was thrown in the trash and followed after the 2 of them.

"We're going there without a plan? Without boss's permission?" Phinks asked as he catched up with Feitan and Shalnark.

"Tch. Personal life. Boss no decide." Feitan replied as Phinks rolled his eyes and they continue to go to the place where the letter was from.

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The 3 of them arrived at a abandon building "Damn. This place look haunted" Phinks said as he judge the place.

"Stop talking. Lets find Y/n" Shalnark said sternly as he enter the abandon building as Feitan followed him.

'Y/n's a lucky woman to have a boyfriend who will not hesitate to save her' Phinks thought as he smiled and follow after them.

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They started searching around the quiet building, suddenly they heared some soft whimper of pain.

This alerted the 3 of them as they followed the sound to where it was coming from and saw you tied up in a chair with a lot of bruises and blood coming out of the wound in your arms.

Shalnark and Feitan's blood boiled seeing you in this state, meanwhile phinks was literally at the edge off punching a wall, He may not show that he cares for you but he grew closer to you and sees you as his little sister.

"Fuck. Lets kill them." Phinks mutters as he walks to the room you were in alerting the people in the room.

Feitan and Shalnark followed him as the people/mans in the room attacks them, which they handled them easily.

Feitan and Shalnark went to you to untie and check you as Phinks was still punching the lifeless body of the peoples to make sure they suffer 10x of what you suffered.

"Sorry. We not save you fast." Feitan mutters softly as Shalnark grab one jacket he brought just in case, and wrap it around you.

"Yes, sorry love..." Shalnark added as Feitan hugged you gently "I-Its... Alr.. ight" You mutter as smile weakly.

"Lets get out of here." Phinks said as he look at you "Im not letting you get out of my sight again." He added as he walk away making you chuckle softly.

Shalnark and Feitan smiled at you as Shalnark carry you bridal style as Feitan followed behind both of you to guard if there's someone planning to attack.

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Arriving back at their base and treating your wounds as you wince.

"It alright... No hurt... Few more..." Feitan said as he watch Shalnark treat your wound, You just nod as Shalnark finished treating your wound.

"Its alright now love..." Shalnark said as he pat your head, Feitan pat his lap instructing you to lay on his lap.

Which you did as Shalnark smiled and hug you.

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And so after that they made sure to keep a close eye on you and never left your side

[imagineanime2022]

Perfect Pair *Part 4*

Kalluto Zoldyck X Sister!Reader (Platonic) Chrollo Lucilfer X Fem!Reader (Possibly)

Word Count: 1566

Requested: Anon

Request: Can we have part 4 for perfect pair?

*Part 3*

The spiders had been a little less problematic for Kalluto over the past couple of weeks in fact he seemed to have started to fit in with a few of them, Phinks being the one to make sure that Kalluto came back from the mission’s he was sent on with him. You stayed neutral to most of them, now not entirely aggressive to them but not friends either. Chrollo had been keeping an eye on you, he wanted to crack the hard exterior and figure out who you were under all of that.

You had been sitting in the hideout. You gun lay in pieces in front of you as you cleaned it. “You like to spend a lot of time alone.” Chrollo announced his presence with that sentence, you glanced back at him before continuing to clean your gun. “Can I help you with something boss?” You asked. “I just want to talk.” He answered. “About?” You asked. “Well you and your brother, you must have come from somewhere dangerous to want to join this troupe.” Chrollo said as he looked at you, you glanced at him and began to put your gun back together. “What does it matter where we came from?” You asked. “If you want us to trust you then it does.” He answered. “I never asked you to trust me, I have what I wanted a place here.” You answered, placing the now fully assembled gun on the table in front of you. “I could take that place from you.” Chrollo threatened and you smirked while shrugging. “It seems that would be more of a detriment for you than us.” You said “I’ve gotten you far more intel then you’ve had before and my brother serves his purpose in infiltration.” “It’s foolish of you to think that we would keep you for your skills.” He said. “It’s foolish of you to think that you can scare me or my brother, we’ve lived through worse than this and we will continue to live through it.” You stood from where you were sitting and his hand reached out to grab your wrist. “What do the Zoldyck’s want with us?” Chrollo asked. “What are you talking about?” You asked. “You think we wouldn’t be able to find out, that you were the famed second oldest from the Zoldyck family?” He asked. “Famed? I doubt that.” You argued. “Let me ask you something, would you stay in a family who dedicate themselves to one future leader based solely on image and nen type?” “Is he worthy?” Chrollo asked. “You’ve met him, you tell me. The white haired kid that you captured a few months ago, with his dark haired friend.” You describe Killua, Chrollo nodded. “He has potential.” Chrollo answered. “I don’t deny that but he doesn’t want it, to run the family and you know where that leaves people like me and Kalluto?” You asked, he shook his head in response “we clean up all the messes that he makes and smooth over relationships that he destroys and eliminate those who intend to hurt him.” “That doesn’t explain why you are both here.” He reminded you. “Maybe I want to give him the chance to figure out who he is, he hasn’t had the chance, they’ve molded him into their perfect assassin but I want to know who he is.” You explained. “And you, who are you outside of your family?” He asked. “A defying force and a protector, so instead of fighting me show me why it’s worth protecting all of you.” You suggested pulling away from him.

Chrollo had decided that he needed a partner to keep his cover and so he chose you, Kalluto would be the one looking for information while you and Chrollo kept an eye on the target and made sure that he didn’t go back to his room. “You look amazing.” Chrollo smirked and you narrowed your eyes at him and you looked at him in the suit, his hair was down instead of being slicked back and there was a headband that sat around your forehead. “No need to flatter me, I’ve already agreed to do the mission.” “No flattery, just a compliment.” He said as he put out his arm “are you ready?” “Ready.” You nodded.

Chrollo was surprised by the change in you, even he believed that you were interested in him and the event that he brought you to. You were just as impressed with Chrollo given the fact that his eyes seemed to follow you in a way that made it seem natural, you both slipped into a comfortable act until it was shattered by one voice “Hello sister.” You looked around to see a man smiling at you, he looked nothing like either of your brothers but you could not mistake the killing intent coming from him. “Illumi, what are you doing here?” You asked. “You're not the only one interested in the treasure this host hides.” He explained. “So someone hired you to find out for them, don’t you specialise in information, you specialise in killing.” You reminded him as if he would have forgotten. “Unless you took the job because you knew that the spiders would be here.” “Don’t worry father hasn’t put out the order to kill you just yet… I wonder what he’s waiting for.” Illumi mumbled, pressing his finger to his chin. “What do you want?” You asked. “What do I want?” He asked. “Well I want to know what you're doing with the spiders…” “I’m just here for Kalluto.” You answered. “Mmm, the way I see it there have been a number of situations that you would have killed others for.” He said as he glanced at Chrollo behind you, who even now hadn’t taken his hand from your waist. “You like them too, don’t you?” “They were disagreements.” You muttered and he looked at you. “You’ve tried to kill me for a disagreement.” Illumi said. “I hate you.” You informed him and he smirked. “Exactly.” He nodded, it was then that you realised the conversation was going nowhere, it served another purpose. “You're distracting me.” You mumbled as you turned to Chrollo. “Check in with the others.” “Do you think Kalluto can win a fight against Hisoka?” Illumi asked, you growled as you headed towards the door leading back into the hotel, once you were out of sight you started running heading for the room where Kalluto was supposed to be.

“You should be careful around her.” Illumi said as Chrollo turned to follow you “she’s not here because she wants to be.” “I’ve known that since the moment that I saw her.” Chrollo answered “that doesn’t mean that I can’t change her mind.” “Change her mind?” Illumi asked, Chollo smirked all too aware of the fact that he couldn’t start a fight in the middle of the party. “What will your family do if they lose their informants?” Chollo mused as he started walking towards the door “and with the heir already gone what would be left of the great Zoldycks?” Illumi grit his teeth as he watched Chrollo disappear into the crowd and turned away, maybe his father had miscalculated and there were too many pieces scattered to the wind and you were the least obedient of them all.

You kicked your way into the room, attention turning to you long enough that Phinks and Kalluto could make space “Ahh (Y/N) how nice to see you again.” Hisoka greeted you and you rolled your eyes pulling the gun from the holster under your dress, letting off a few shots. “How long do you think it’ll take for the guards to get here?” You asked before moving in front of Phinks and Kalluto. “Go, both of you before they get here.” “We can-” “Come on kid.” Phinks grabbed Kalluto basically throwing him over his shoulder before getting out of the room, you let off another shot when Hisoka tried to follow him. “I assume you don’t have what you came for.” You said as you put the gun back in the holster under your skirt. “It would seem that your brother just escaped with the information that we were looking to collect.” Hisoka answered. “That is good news.” You smirked. “You really are an interesting one, I wonder why he’s always kept me away from you.” Hisoka smirked as he walked towards you. “I wouldn’t get too close, you’ve got to get out of here, I assume you aren’t on the guest list dressed like that.” Your eyes moved up and down his form looking at what was his normal attire. “I guess that is true.” He sighed as he glanced into the hall where you could both hear the footsteps. “I should take my leave.” you moved into the shadow of the door and waited for the guards to come in easily skating around them and heading back down the hall, turning the corner and bumping into Chrollo as you did. “Are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah, did Phinks and Kalluto get out okay?” You asked. “I got a message from Shalnark saying they are fine.” He promised. “Well then it’s time for us to take our leave.” You said taking his hand and pulling him towards the stairs that lead down to the lobby exit and out of harm's way.

*Part 5*

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[thewrittingpan]

Painting Lies 4

(Shalnark, Feitan, Phinks x Reader)

This will be the last chapter on my Tumblr but hopefully not the last chapter! All future chapters will be posted on my Ao3 and I will try to at least announce them on my tumblr. Remember TW/CWs for Gore, Blood, Violence, Kidnapping, Trauma, Mental Heath Episodes and Issues, and more.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The air was cold, arguably warmer than the bulkhead doors, but still cold. No matter what you wore, the cold front would have torn through the layers and stripped you bare. You held your cat against your chest, shivering as you rubbed your hands over his fur.

The cat was unbothered by the cold, but his eyes were wide so much so that the irises were nearly impossible to notice. He mewed and purred, not squirming or trying to jump away from your grasp. Big eyes traced the leaves falling down, there was an overwhelming ecstasy from the outdoor air.

It’s relieving to not feel the pounding pressure of the three men, yet like a specter you starred unmoving. It was hard to know what you were thinking, everything you thought turned to white noise, lightly buzzing in your ears. The longer you stood the harder you breathed, the thoughts may have been too fast for you to understand consciously, but you finally ran forwards. You darted into the trees stopping for the briefest of moments at the edge of them, you had no idea what you were doing but you didn’t think about it, you couldn’t. Part of you had known that if you stopped you would have become too consumed with fear to move in either direction. Even a fool would have made a decision.

There was no way to know if they had seen you leave, your unaware shock had left you unaware and panicking. They could have been completely unaware, could be right behind you snapping at your heels. You kept picturing them as monsters as you ran, images flashing like strobe lights, fangs, claws, scales, veanom, blood drooling from their teeth. Even though you couldn't prove that it was real or imagined, it still haunts you and drags you fumbling through the woods. Staying may have been better, running may get you killed but, oh how nice it was to feel the cold grass against your feet.

Your soul was rejuvenated, reconnecting with the earth, your lungs may have burned with your nose and cheeks, but our desperation and franticness would keep you warm, hopefully for long enough. Still you clung to the cat, who didn’t seem to care about the world you were dashing by. Your eyes burned, you cried and sobbed into the cat’s fur.

This running, regardless of how it ends, set you free. For the briefest of minutes you were free and away from them. You had a true moment of peace, you were released from the stress, not a single stumble or faultier in your step took it away from you. When your energy inevitably wore down you slumped against a tree, pressing yourself as far into it as you could. This one luckily enough, was large and the trunk caved in an almost den-like way. While absolutely not ideal to rest, you gave in and sat down, quickly catching your breath and wiping the dried crust from your crying away.

The stiff but surprisingly warm den left you sighing, as you curled up into a ball, tucking yourself in as your body heat warmed up the surrounding space. The sweet fluff curled up into you covering your bare feet as you shoved your hands under your arms. It was all a daze, the thoughts had started to roll in, akin to a wave of wasps, something that was horrifying yet something you needed to inspect. It was strange laying in that tree, you were so scared of being found, so frightened of being alone, that it all melted away until it was you and the cat. His unholy amount of fur rubbed off on you, shedding across the trunk, sticking to your skin and clothes. It felt just for a moment as your eyes closed, that everything was normal back home, at your real home.

You rested there for a short while, not fully asleep, but hovering in a semi-aware state. Relaxed enough that your breathing was slow and your heart steadily beat like it was singing a baby to sleep. Something in you knew that you couldn’t collapse into a proper sleep, even though your body longed for it. Even clinging to the cat wasn’t enough to calm you down soon enough, and as the night drew ever closer you sniffled into his neck and wiped your tears with your sleeves.

You lay there blinking up at the sky. It faded from blue to a pale purple, the clouds rolled across the sky, dragging leaves off the trees in their wake. They were wispy and light; they traveled like a breeze, or a dancer gliding across the ballroom floor. It was stunning, regardless of the way your limbs hung limp and you were so cold you hardly were able to move. That sky made you feel warm, it carried warmth through you, kissing away frost nipped fingers and toes. It gently cried against your cheeks with snowdrops.

Snow, you liked watching it fall. It set the tone for great times of closeness. Swaddled up at a fire or at least with a warm mug of tea, coffee, or hot chocolate. You longed for that warmth, the blissful orange glow that crackled and giggled as you turned pages of a book. Fuzzy blankets, loving arms around your waist, holding you against their chest. Wool socks of faux fur slippers. Overused seasonal peppermint, spicy cinnamon, cranberry jams. Something so simple stretched on and pulled from a moment to a feeling that felt like a lifetime worth of love. Being tucked in by someone who loves you. The meowing of your cat screaming for affection.

Being tucked in?

Your cat screaming?

The sky didn’t look that purple anymore, it looked black. Had you fallen asleep? It’s so cold too, why is that? Why are the stars so close? Why are they drifting away with the breeze? What’s on you? Who is there? You thought you were alone?

“Sweet boy?” You called for your cat faintly. Your soft spoken works yanked away with the wind.

It’s so warm? It’s firm? But why does your skin burn when it’s not touching the firm warmth? What is that firmness? Where are you? Where’s your tree? Where’s your bed? Where’s home? What made you leave? Why didn’t you think? Couldn’t you? Didn’t you have any rational thoughts? Any ounce of self preservation? We’re you a suicidal mess? Did you really think that you were smart? That you could escape, did you have a plan? Did you know why you left?

Was it the impulse of seeing the outdoors, maybe it was the grass and it’s aphrodisiac green that lured you away? Though it was hardly even green now, the cold was rotting it, suffocating it. Did you think that the grass felt sympathy for you, or were you just trying to feel someone’s sympathy? Why couldn’t you decide between abuse or neglect? Which is better? Would you rather be that man you had abandoned or left alone in the woods, to suffer until something killed you either way? Even unaware of everything you couldn’t understand yourself or them. No matter how broken you couldn’t understand it, what did they gain?

“I don’t want to be killed too.” Your revelation came like a prayer.

You could see that man. He came in flashes when you thought for too long. When you closed your eyes you saw the wall of tools. You saw his blood, and broken bones. You saw the marks from where he was secured against the table. You whimpered as you thought about it, through the thick wall of cold you tried to pull yourself to move, to open your eyes, but you couldn’t not until that firm warm thing moved away, and you couldn’t feel it anymore.

The sky was dark and heavy with snow, you shook your head and rolled over, shielding your eyes from the snowflakes falling down. It was a gentle snow but the breeze was now a killer. Ripping away the thin memory of your clothes making you feel naked and bare, as you stumbled to your feet snaking like a newborn fawn. You hardly could tell which man it was, but one blond stood a few feet away looking for something, calling out.

You hobbled with strange limp like steps half looking like you were frozen at the knee and unable to move your legs fully, and the other over flexible trying to swing itself out of place. There was nothing, absolutely nothing more horrific to look at in a physically alright person. The adrenalin must have rotted away your insides, or frozen in your blood and in turn ruined your muscles until they were the same as frozen chicken legs. Your frozen hands clutched your new found warm jacket tucking yourself in it before it could melt out of your ice touched hands.

While the snow on the ground was light and thin, the winds swept it from the ground and blew it back up into the air. It was hard to see ahead of you, due to both trees and the newly spawned snow. You were in so much pain, your feet burned and you sobbed as you grabbed onto the man who had been near you. With the wind and your pain his voice had been ripped away from your ears, and though your eyes were blurred and filled with tears you falsely hoped it wasn’t one of the men.

There wasn’t a miracle where you were rescued by a stranger who had stumbled across you. You knew it too deep down in the haze. You had recognized the jacket, you knew the voice even though I’m the moment you couldn’t place it yourself. You knew your cat had cuddles up to him, even though he was shy around strangers. Perhaps you could have ran again and delayed the inevitable, ran again and died a slow death where you froze from the inside out during the first blizzard of the year.

Instead you collapsed into the arms of your largest kidnapper, one of the gentler ones even with his brutality you hadn’t gotten unlucky enough to meet. You couldn’t see his eyes, the pain and heartbreak that shattered him again after the momentarily soft gaze full of care and devotion. He scooped you up into his arms refusing to let you down again, regardless of if you asked or not. He walked forwards screaming out to the other two men, as a mewling cat screamed out about the injustice of the cold and his fear for you.

You kept drifting like snow, awake then asleep, awake again, and asleep. To you it felt like slow blinks, where your eyes were lightly glued together for a few moments until you worked up enough strength to rip them open again, just for the cycle to continue. You hear talking, fast rapid discussions that you couldn’t understand, things you weren’t even aware were happening, no one could eavesdrop on something like that. You wished you wouldn’t wake up, it would be easier that way.

You hated it, so much. Every second was slower than molasses, every interaction like cold water down your neck. Every conversation was like slicing off your own tongue and sucking on it. You were miserable, you debated burning every piece of yourself in the basement that they had splattered across their walls. You wondered if you could slowly starve yourself or mutilate your flesh in a way so gruesome they couldn’t fathom looking at you again. You wondered if you shattered your hands or gave into the intrusive thoughts and stabbed out your eyes or at least one of them, they may grow tired of you and deem you with no worth.

Wouldn’t you rather be useless than trapped? Would you like to be a pet or a victim of your own hand to be free? How much does freedom mean to you? Did you value your own worth more than theirs? Did they value you over themselves? Could they be so addicted to the thought of you that they seaver every piece of yourself apart until they’ve taken every piece of yourself that you wanted?

Your fake room became your two roomed prison, bathroom and bed, the equivalent to your entire life. It was so peaceful at first too, that was sort of shameful to realize. The quietness of the room, the low buzz of the electricity, just subtle enough to keep you content and not annoyed. You had been upgraded from your normal blankets to a heated blanket plus your standard ones. A touching addition for someone who got themself stranded outside during a blizzard on accident. You were lucky they found you when they did, because by the looks of it the snow only got heavier, thicker, and much more wet.

You moved fast or as fast as you could, to grab a pair of fuzzy socks, or well you were desperate enough any pair would do, and some slippers. Your moving to gather something to warm your feet made them realize you were awake. You had curled back up, tucking yourself into a corner half under the desk, trying to keep yourself the least exposed from the air as possible. A clean rug pulled so it kept you for the cold floors, blankets hung in whatever ways you could to trap the warm air in. You had stuffed pillows in there too. If it wouldn’t have gotten humid you would have considered the bathroom and warmed it through a bit of hot water.

You struggled with your migration under the desk. Your skull was pounding and you swayed, nearly collapsing to the floor. It very quickly became more efficient to crawl across the floor and move your things to your cocoon. There was a lot of pain in your thighs, the mussels burned, your skin felt stiff, the legs themselves felt like dead weight, something akin to a puppet’s strings or one of those children’s toys with the string they hold and drag around the room.

You were drowsy but awake, curled up under that desk. The woven fabric of thin sheets started to look like patterns and pictures, faces, and objects. They’d blink into existence pulsing with blotches of light, though they never glowed, but seemed almost like a floating paper that slowly grew until you blinked again and it disappeared. They looked not like people you know but like characters from a show or game, unrealistic ones to be specific, animals from animated movies that stole from cruel kings, or strange robots that were murderers or nurses. The things you saw would raise a red flag to anyone but your current self.

You toyed with the edges of blankets and pulled at the pieces of lint that stuck to them. Picking and plucking. All the while you desperately tried to stay comfortably under the covers, whiteout exposing yourself to the air that still felt freezing. You laid there aware that Shalnark walked into the room, hurrying to your side under the desk, and pulling your arms gently towards him, but you didn’t pay much more attention than that. You saw Phinks and Fetain with heating pads, tea bags, and hot cocoa powder.

“Heart..”

“Poor cognition..”

“Rest..”

Everything was clearly there but you just couldn’t feel it there. Their voices grew fuzzy and their arrival truly only made you question if the hallucinations were getting more realistic. The more you laid there the more you sort of noticed something was wrong with you. It didn’t mean that you felt yourself blinking away the day, and staring at blank objects and seeing paintings, but you could tell something was strange. It was a kind of strange that felt like a dream. A face that you couldn’t quite remember a text you couldn’t read but knew what it said, or a feeling that you hadn’t done something that you were currently doing. In this instance it was a mixture of something not quite being possible, and a feeling that something had already happened.

Yet you just laid there until they slowly took away heat pads, and you slowly became more aware of their voices. It took a long while more than you were aware of, and one they were all too aware of. The floor under the desk had ruined you back for a few days but the warm makeshift hut was so toasty you could have done it all over again. As you became aware of your surroundings, you could also better understand what had happened.

Somehow, overcome in your grief you lost control and embraced the outdoors when that door was left unlocked. You still couldn’t say for sure if you meant to run or not, but you longed for the moving fresh air, sickened but stale air that you now had learned was poisoned by blood and guts. You’ve see gore before, torture porn was a genre of horror in itself, an orchestra of screams and mutilation that on ocasion you mimicked and drew inspiration from. Perhaps seeing it, real and so close to you made you face a piece of yourself that you didn’t know the name of. It was more than fear, it rocked you to the core and twisted your guts like a pair of tongs. Plucking your strings and tugging you towards vomiting, but even then it was so familiar you felt guilty and wrong, yet you knew you weren’t to blame.

You could see the color drained from his skin. The dried blood on the metal table, wrists bound so tight the hands seemed to be blue. It hovered in your mind, and it haunted you. His skin had been drained of its color but you could see where the bruises had turned green and yellow. The bruises were all different shades, some so fresh you felt like they could have been only from you, but some so old and large that you knew even a hospital would be shocked.

It was a void in your chest, perhaps that was the best way to put it. A hollow cavity draped in burlap, inside a steaming pumping oblong sphere, it glowed a warm saturated orange, though the pounding object was a more scarlet tint. You saw it clearly in snapping images, the burlap hoisted up and the bosom folded over, revealing the hollowness, the framework of steel, the inflating bags that grew and shriveled up in time with the pulsing. You saw stitches in the artificial organs, blue standing out against the pale pinks and the red blood.

You fiddled with the wires under your desk as you pictured it. Perhaps it would be something you could create out of spare parts, though maybe it wouldn’t work like you pictured. It stuck with you though. Chicken wire would be too weak for the bones, but it would serve great for connective tissue, tendons and ligaments would need to be something like wire, thread, or yarn, but the mussels would need to be some kind of fabric, something strong unlikely to break yet flexible. You considered silk but it would be too rich for something meant to look natural, and common, the simple solution was cotton. Though you were also faced with the question of cartilage you thought of softer plastics, something that could be easily formed and change, but difficult to decay.

The more that you absorbed the ideas the more it sewed its way into your head, the more you forgot about your predicament, the more you didn’t care that this home wasn’t yours. It may have haunted you still, but in this moment of absurdity and being possessed by your own thoughts you needed to continue with your work the more it forced you to move and sketch. It would work not because you knew it would but because you were so desperate for it, that it needed to work.

Something about art is that it overtakes you, it just forces you to act and create regardless of how well thought out it may or may not be. Once an idea leeches itself inside of someone it doesn’t tend to let go easily. This brain-rotting idea had you scrambling to fill the pages of your sketchbook each one cluttered with bright graphic images, bold and saturated, details drawn in with ever improving line work as your hands slowly recovered from the cold. In your head you could see the threads woven together stretching to move exactly like a real muscle.

You tore apart the drawers, pulled out colored paper, and found some straws from takeout, you took those too. A pale pink slip of paper was in your hands, it was lightweight and you sliced it into thin strips wrapping them up into long tubes. You soaked your hands in glue, pasting them together overlaying them around a stick with the ends bulked up with hot glue. You slowly built a scavenged arm with the junk in your room.

You sipped a warm soup, some kind that was creamy and pale with soft chunks of pale meat and a green vegetable, thin slivers of orange. You’re sure you knew the name once but at the moment your mind was hollow of any thoughts except those related to the arm. It slipped into your dreams, you could see your hands working and sewing. Paper would be combined with some of the plastic trash you had thought of working with. The paper would be layered with thin cloth scraps. The hand and arm combined in your dreams and in reality as you worked on it constantly. You ate and drank sure, but it was pushed off, delayed until the pangs made you moan in pain or until they stopped altogether. In some sense you forgot about the three men, the door was unlocked though you couldn’t ever remember checking it. Your cat and his plump butt would woddle in and out on occasion, resting in your bed, the closet, even the shelves watching and for the most part leaving you alone, content with just observing.

On day two of the haze, the men soon dubbed it, your arm had gone from a plan and a small pile of papers, threads, cloth, and other junk that you scrambled together, to a frame of plastic bones and strips of muscle. Thin and pink, like bacon decorated with ligaments and tendons.

Day three, those muscles were applied to the forearms and upper arms, while the placements needed adjusting and some final securing against their anchor points. The hands were mostly bones, but they had been firmly placed together and some of the smaller connections had been mapped out.

Day four the muscles were anchored in place and the hands were bulked up with their flesh. Thin coating sheets of a thin connective tissue substitute, had been prepped and some of the major arteries and veins had been completed as well.

Day five had seen the total completion of blood vessels and muscle placement in the limb, the connective tissue and fat had been applied in a majority of the project and the skin was in the process of being colored and matched to have a correct look to it. You fell asleep pulling at the connections admiring how they moved correctly.

Day six had been the day of installing the skin and a final fatty layer. In some ways the skin was applied like a sock, and in some places it was secured with adhesives or thread. You watched it move, trimmed and altered the measurements of the skin covering. The seams looked almost bruised in the dim lighting of sunset.

Day seven was additions of nails and other details, small hairs, moles, freckles, scars, and normal discoloration. Perhaps you had been looking at it too long as the daylight faded but the seams in the skin looked lighter, more of a pink tinted white of a scar on pale skin, then the sight differences in the original fabric of the covering.

Day eight you corrected the colors and details on and off the shoulder. The muscles that connected to the humerus from the torso sprouted out from it and you gently bundled them in a loose netting for easier storage. The hand was studied from every angle you could think of details marked I. The notes you had been writing, and then the arm was placed up on a shelf. You went to bed before the sun set that day, the door to your room was wide open possibly for the last few days, it didn’t matter. As you laid there, so tired that you slowly seemed to forget how to move. You gazed at it proudly even as your eyelids suffocated your vision. Its fingers twitched, tapping lightly on the shelves, slowly, again and again until you fell asleep.

When you woke your neck was stiff and your back sore but you slid out of bed like sludge. Pooling the sheets on the floor, small missed scraps of paper and thread were either covered by the fabric wave or swept away with the wind. As you zombie walked into the kitchen you caught stares from the three kidnappers. To them it was a surprise you had awoken with the sunrise let alone left your not-so-much-of-a-prison room. Though your pain from restless work was mildly debilitating as you burned your hands with hot water to relieve some of the stiffness in your hands and fingers. You were young so you couldn’t be sure, but you wondered if this is sort of what arthritis felt like.

Through your yawning you couldn’t argue as Shalnark pulled you away with a towel towards the couch. He spoke softly and lovingly as he rubbed your hands and wrists, as the tv was switched by Phinks to something only you really enjoyed. You heard the cabinets open and close, so it was guaranteed that Feitain had taken your breakfast upon himself.

“You’re still weak aren’t you?”

“You should eat slowly, but as much as you can.”

“We don’t want you vomiting-“

“We can always get you something small too, so you don’t throw up from eating too much.”

It was back and forth between the two blonds. While you knew they argued from time to time they finished sentences before they were halfway complete, shifted to slightly different things without a break in their linguistic flow. While Shalnark took time to focus on small hygienic notes, Phinks looked at the physical well-being of your body, and from the kitchen Feitain used a knife to complete your nutritional needs.

“You have pin pricks all over your fingers!”

“You need to walk more.”

“Eat light first.”

“They’re bruised!”

“You’re ready to collapse at any moment!”

“Need more vitamins!”

“We’re glad you're okay.”

So you sat with them, walking back and forth across the room, trimming and painting your nails with a clear polish, snacking on cutely shaped octopus sausages. You showed them the arm, pulling and poking at the muscles, running your fingers across the smooth skin. It was a pride and joy of yours, and it looked so lifelike for your first attempt! Words and explanations tumbled like water out of your mouth, listing off ideas and things to improve it, how these could be something realistic like a large puppet. Though the tv buzzed quietly as it grew dark, the four of you dozed off in the living room, scattered across the floor with pillows and blankets, and the cat taking up the role of pillow himself.

Sometimes, like this day, it felt normal. Like a home and a family that had always been your own. The kidnapping hadn’t happened in this living dream. You still had your makeshift little art studio thing that was set up in your living room, and the window of your apartment may have had too many layers of white paint that the window easily got jammed when you tried to open it. That self you had stolen from a neighbor’s trash may have been stained and kissed by a few stickers but it still had that look that reminded you of your childhood bedroom. Instead of the couch you could pull yourself onto a cheap futon, one too firm to be good to sleep on but one you commonly woke on in the morning. Being awake in the silence made you realize it all more than you wanted.

The tv eventually turned off as you laid there exhausted but unable to fully fall asleep. “Feitan…” you whispered, not waiting for a response. “I don’t know why I’m here. I can’t figure out if I hate you or myself, or anyone else. I don’t want this, you know that, but even though I want to scream, I like these moments like today. It feels like a bad dream, but also like a good one. I don’t know what I’m saying, you’re probably asleep anyways.” You rolled over smacking yourself into the backrest of the couch, it was easier to hide from your embarrassment than anything else. “I’m an idiot.” You groaned into the cushions as your cat climbed up into your back, his claws gently digging into your waist.

You rolled and turned, your arm, crafted to perfection, laid perched on the table. Its fingers tapped and wiggled a rhythms. You held it. Feeling its muscles move and squirm as it holds gently onto your arm. Like a newborn you cradle it and wander down the hall, slipping away from the three men all asleep. You feel light, as if gliding across the floor or hovering a few inches above it. Nothing makes you consider going back to bed as your cat slowly trails after you. His wide eyes look up at you as you juggle the basement door’s handle, and lead yourself down the stairs.

Your work station was left mostly untouched, the table pushed back a few inches, the pile of paint tubes tidy in their box. Some of your notes had fallen from their spots on the wall but you ignored them and approached the table where the man still laid.

He gasped for air struggling to breathe through his panicking as he saw you approach. “Who are you!” He yelled weakly, and restlessly, you hardly understood him through the heavy breaths. “Get away from me! Just let me die please!”

His arm, the one that was broken, was horribly infected. It was bright red and swollen, the bone was now poking out through inflamed muscle and skin, now covered and leaking puss. In the furthest parts of his hand his fingers had turned an almost black purple, and he was struggling to move most of the arm.

The arm would need to be removed.

[heavenlyakin]

Mine

Phinks x Fem!Reader

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wc: 3.7k

Warnings: fem reader, fingering, vaginal sex, protected sex, violence in a scene (not against reader), and yandere themes. You can always message me to add more warnings!

This was a commission so some aspects were made to fit the commissioner. If you're interested in commissioning me, just shoot me a message!

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A faint flame from a cigarette lighter catches your eye from across the alley. Shifting your gaze up from your phone you see the man who lit a fresh one. The smell of smoke tingles your nose, and you inhale deeply. It’s been a while since you’ve had one; in fact, it might have been around this time last year when your best friend stole a pack from her shitty ex before moving across the country.

You’re not sure what it is: the man with the cigarette or the smell of it. Whichever, they have your attention now. He towers over you, crouched down on a milk crate during your break from the restaurant you’ve been at for the last year. His face isn’t particularly friendly, actually, he has a rather scary look graced upon his face. His frown would scare most people away, but you’re too busy looking at his dark eyes and blonde hair to really give yourself a chance to feel anything.

“What are you looking at?” He asks, aggression clear in his tone.

“You, obviously,” you shoot back. Today has been rough enough with rude customers, a shitty manager, and two of the kitchen staff walking out. “Why are you even in this alleyway? You don’t work here.”

He blows smoke out, a cloud covering his face. You suppose that’s the only answer you’re going to get. He finishes another long drag then tosses the burnt-out cigarette to the ground, smashing it into the concrete with the toe of his black shoes.

“Whatever dude, just don’t hang out here too long. My boss comes out here and shoos people away with brooms if they’re not supposed to be here.” You stand up, dusting off the back of your pants and looking up at the man who towers over you, even standing at your tallest.

Something between a laugh and a scoff leaves his body, but you ignore it. It’s his problem if Brad decides to give him hell later.

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The rest of your shift drags with so few customers. What feels like an hour turns out to have been only ten minutes, and on and on and on. You make it to your last break before closing with your sanity barely intact. You hang up your server apron and step outside into the alleyway to take your break out in the cool night air.

You stop midway through the entry, noticing the strange man is still there, leaning against the brick wall of the boutique next door. After a moment of frowning at him, you go to your favorite spot on the milk crate across from him and fast enough away from the dumpster that you won’t get sick to your stomach.

“I see you’re still waiting here,” you say leaning your elbows onto your knees and holding your chin up.

“And you’re here again,” he adds, seeming somewhat more friendly than before.

“I’m shocked Brad didn’t come run you off,” you comment.

“He knows better than to do that,” he tells you, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a near empty pack of cigarettes. “The prick hasn’t shown his face all afternoon. I’m getting impatient.”

“You’re waiting on him?” Your curiosity is getting the best of you.  “What could you possibly want with Brad?”

Not to shit on him, but he’s not the most charismatic guy. Nor is he someone who would go looking for trouble. Which you assume this man in the alley is.

“He owes my boss a debt,” is all he says and then outs the half-smoked cigarette out on the brick behind him. He takes a step forward and kneels down to your level, so he’s face to face with you. “So, tell me, is he even in that shithole restaurant or not?”

“I haven’t seen him all day, but he could be in the office.” You shrug, then hold out your hand. “For a cigarette, I’ll go get him for you.”

The blonde frowns, “What if he’s not there?”

“I’ll give you his phone number and you can harass him that way, I guess.”

“Wow,” he laughs, a smile creeping on his cheeks. “You’d sell out your boss for a single cigarette. I can only imagine what my boss would think of this.”

You shrug and smile. “It’s not like Brad inspires loyalty here. Like you said, it’s a shithole. So, are you giving me one or not?”

He holds out the pack and you take one, his last one. “Thanks, now let me have a light.” You tuck it between your lips as he lights the end for you.

The first taste of nicotine and smoke secures your decision. It is worth it.   

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“Hey Brad, can you help me out back? Someone flipped the dumpster over again and I can’t get it back on my own,” you ask sweetly, leaning against the door frame of his office.

“Jesus Christ, why does this keep happening?” He rubs his face in frustration then stands up.

You let him lead the way through the kitchen and out the back. Brad freezes in the doorway and you laugh, making him turn around and look at you. He looks furious, but he steps outside anyway. You follow him, curious to see what’s going to happen with the stranger and Brad.

It’s quick, so quick you barely see it. One second Brad is standing, the next he’s on the ground with a clearly broken jaw. Before you can register more, a foot is in his stomach and he’s coughing up blood. Brad isn’t exactly the best boss in the world, but you’re not sure if he deserves this. Then again, you don’t know what he’s done to elicit this sort of response from the stranger.

“You should leave,” he barks out after another kick to Brads stomach.

You look up and see he’s smiling, actually smiling. You smile back, unsure why you’re reacting this way. You’re not even sure if it’s out of character for you really, but maybe you’re just in shock.  

Brad is a bloody mess after another ten minutes of being beat. Whatever he did, you’re sure he won’t do it again. You watch the whole time, not really sure why you’re so interested. You’ve never hated your boss, but something about this is so horrific you can’t look away. The blonde man’s knuckles are covered in blood by the time he’s done, he leans back against the brick wall.

“Cigarette?” He asks, offering up a fresh pack from his back pocket.

You nod, taking another and his lighter with it. “So, what did Brad do to deserve that?” You ask, tossing the lighter back to him.

“He owes my boss a lot of money.” He shrugs then pulls out a rag from his pocket to wipe his hands off with.

“I have to close up the restaurant, so if you want you can wash them off inside.” You offer, blowing smoke towards him. “Afterall, I’m sure he won’t say anything about it.” You point at Brad on the ground. You can see his chest barely rising and falling.

“Alright,” he shrugs and walks through the kitchen door and into the restaurant.

You follow him in, tossing the cigarette butt on the ground. The man is already washing his hands in the dish sink when you’re inside, so you lock the back door to start closing. “Should I call someone to help Brad?”

“I don’t care what you do. Just don’t say I was here, or you’ll regret it.” The threat comes out of him so smoothly you almost don’t realize that it is one.

“Alright,” you decide against calling an ambulance or the police. Whatever mess he got himself into, he can get himself out of it.

Before you give yourself time to ponder what kind of person that thought process makes you, you grab a broom and go about your normal closing tasks. After a few minutes your mind is heavier than ever with thoughts about today’s sequence of events. The restaurant is fully swept by the time the stranger comes out of the kitchen and into the dining room. With Brad gone, it’s just you and this man in the entire place.

“What’s your name,” you ask, emptying the dustpan into the garbage by the kitchen door.

He gives you a suspicious look but answers, “Phinks.”

“I’m -----,” you tell him before he leaves, not looking back.

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Weeks pass and you’re not surprised to find out that Brad was let go from the Restaurant, making it chaotic to function until they found his replacement. Phinks crosses your mind every time you go out to take a break behind the building, but you haven’t seen him since that night he showed up. You’re not exactly sure why he crosses your mind so often, but you do find yourself fantasizing about the way his hair would feel tangled in your fingers.

Today is one of those days.

It’s been a slow afternoon. Plus, your new manager, Theresa, has been on everyone’s asses about side work. It seems redundant since everyone knows what they need to do anyway. It’s days like this where you actually miss Brad’s laidback management style, even with all his faults.

However, your breaks seem to come faster now that you’re busier. When you step outside, you can’t help but glance around, looking for Phinks. As usual, he’s not there. You take a seat on your trust milkcrate and pull up twitter on your phone. Part of you wants to search his name, knowing there can’t be too many people with it, but the other part is calling you a crazy stalker.

“Smoke?” A gruff voice breaks you from your train of thought and you look up to see none other than the man you considered cyber stalking.

“Please,” you reply, a bit breathless. He hands you a cigarette and the lighter he offered. “Here to commit another crime?” You tease with the cigarette between your lips.

“Not today. Just passing by.” He tells you, taking a seat on another milk crate.

The quite tension between you builds with each second passes with neither of you speaking. It’s apparent he wasn’t just passing by since you’ve never seen him in this area before. Considering you spend nearly every day within a few blocks of the restaurant or your apartment nearby, you just know he’s had to gone out of his way to come here.

You put out the cigarette on the concrete below. “So, why are you here?”

He rolls his eyes, not speaking still.

“Are you stalking me?” You ask, half joking.

“Totally, I just can’t get enough of you.” He says smoothly with a glimmer in his eye.

“I guess I should be scared then,” you lean forward, your face now only a few inches from him.

“Most people are scared when I’m around, that wouldn’t surprise me.”

You grin as he starts to smirk. “I’m not, though.”

“You must be incredibly stupid then,” he adds, leaning even closer to you. You’re face to face with him now.

“Or,” you roll your eyes, ignoring the fact he just insulted you, “you’re not as scary as you think.”

He pulls back, and you feel like you’ve said the wrong thing. However, you notice he starts to look around. Almost like he’s checking for something. Before you can take another breath, his hand has moved to your face, fingers gripping you sternly but somehow without hurting you.

You feel his lips brush against yours, and you inhale quickly before you’re able to react. Slowly, you allow yourself to give in, kissing him back. He tastes like cigarettes and mint, something you hadn’t expected. He must have been chewing gum earlier today, or it’s the taste of his toothpaste. The thought almost makes you giggle.

He pulls away, “Let’s get out of here.” A statement, not a question.

Without hesitation you follow him. Fuck working and fuck that bitch Theresa.

Phinks lead you a way down the street, not looking ack to see if you’re following. He must trust that you would have followed him despite not giving an answer. He brings you down another alley and to a sleek black car. He’s opening the door before you can try and see what kind of car it is, not that it matters now.

You slide in the backseat, and he follows you, pushing you back against the seat. The door slams shut as he hovers over you, looking at you like you’re the most glorious thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. You reach up, pulling him down onto you by his shirt. He kisses you again and your body ignites. Heat flutters through you from your head to toes.

His body is heavy against you. Your hands wander down his chest and to his stomach, feeling each crevice of his abs. You moan as he bites your bottom lip gently, pulling it between his teeth and releasing it. Your eyes flutter open, and you realize what’s going to happen next.

“Please tell me you have a condom.”

“Shut up, I’m not that stupid.” He grumbles, reaching to the front seat. He drops the condom on your stomach and smirks. “My lady,” he teases.

“You shut up now.” You roll your eyes and start to pull his shirt over his head.

He helps you, shrugging it off and tossing it to the front seats. You can’t help but stare at his form laid bare in front of you. Every bit of his skin is smooth and toned to perfection. You can only imagine how he’s managed to get his body in this shape, but that just makes your mind start to run wild with images of him hot and sweaty in the gym. 

He reaches for your top; his fingers are cold on your skin as he starts to pull it up off you. Sitting up, you grab his arms to pull yourself up. As your top comes off, you let go, falling back against the leather seats of his car.

Phinks smiles at you, taking you in as you manage to unclasp your bra behind you. He leans down, kissing your neck. Slowly, your body reacts, a rush flowing through you and making your toes curl.

How long has it been since you’ve done this? You can’t remember. Your body knows it’s been too long and is reacting faster than you can think. Part of you is embarrassed by the way you feel like moaning already, but the other is screaming for you to let it out. So, you do.

Your moan cuts through the quiet sounds of his lips on your skin and you feel him throb against your stomach. You’re glad you let that out.

“Fuck this,” he growls in your ear while forcing his pants down his thighs.

You follow, wiggling under him to manage to get out of your work jeans. You struggle getting them off your ankles; Phinks pulls them off and drops them on the floorboard. Now you’re left in your underwear, and Phinks is completely nude on top of you. You take a few moments to admire his body above yours, toned and golden.

With his right hand, he grazes his fingers down your side, sending shockwaves through your body. His fingers loop through the waistband of your underwear and he smiles wickedly.

“I like these,” he snaps the black fabric against your skin, and you laugh. “But, not enough to keep them.”

With both hands, he grips your panties, pulling them apart and ripping them off your body in one tug. If you hadn’t already been aroused, this would have surely done it for you. His fingers tease your clit, surprising you at his first move to tease you. You bite your bottom lip, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling.

“No, I want you to watch,” he stops moving his fingers, and you whine but open your eyes. “That’s better, pretty girl.”

You watch as his fingers slide down, teasing your entrance and glistening with your wetness. His middle fingers slides in first, just a few centimeters and you feel the urge to close your eyes and just lay back and let him do whatever he wants, but you don’t. You bite back a moan and watch as he pleases you.

He pumps his finger fully in you, and out, and then back in again. You moan loudly, fingers digging into the leather seat of his car. Your chest rises and falls as he keeps teasing you, adding another finger and filling you up more. You grip his wrist with your right hand, your left steadying you on the seat as his fingers move faster, fucking you harder.

“Fuck,” you whimper breathlessly.

Phinks leans forward and kisses you, his tongue slipping between your lips while he finger fucks you. You kiss him back, desperate for the closeness. His fingers pull out of you quickly, leaving you gasping for air against his lips and clenching around nothing.

“Fuck you,” you say quietly, looking at his stupid grin that’s full of excitement. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

“Oh, I will.” You feel the tip of his cock prod at you between your legs and you grin.

He’s so much thicker than you expected, even after seeing him. You gasp as he slides in you, adjusting to his size while tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Stretching around his cock, you moan feeling that oh so familiar pleasant sting. He thrusts in you a few times, slowly letting you adjust. You’d be insulted with anyone else, but you desperately need to adjust to the mass of him.

After a few rough thrusts Phinks wraps his arms around you, and you hook your legs around his waist. You almost yelp as he readjusts you so you’re ready to ride him as he sits back. The arrogant smile on his lips doesn’t piss you off but challenges you instead. You know you’re going to give him the best ride he’s ever had.

Slowly, you grip his shoulders, pressing your breasts up close to his face and his smile turns down with a more serious gaze. You rise up once, feeling his cock slip out of you slowly almost until it’s ready to fall out until taking it back in, to the hilt.

Now, it’s his turn to tip his head back and let out the most glorious sound you’ve ever heard. His moans fill the silence in the car, and you clench around his cock. It only makes him moan louder, a glorious sound coming from deep inside his throat.  You smile, pressing a kiss you his neck and running your tongue across the soft skin.

You feel his body shiver under you, and you want to whine at the pure satisfaction of it all. Something about Phinks looking completely at your whim now is so opposite of what you’d seen of him before. It’s thrilling really, knowing you have all the power even if he could snap you in half if he wanted; but instead, he wants to let you pleasure him while you get off on his cock.

“I’m not going to make it much longer,” you whimper, your pace now consistent as you ride him. “I need to cum, now.”

“You can wait,” he coos, slipping his hands down to your hips and slowing your pace. He guides you his fingers digging into your skin.

His lips are on yours again and he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard. You cry out as he laughs, but a surge of energy goes through you making you tingle all over. Your toes curl as he thrusts up into you, shocking you.

“Fuck, oh fuck” you moan as he continues to fuck you while holding your hips still. Maybe this is really why he wanted you on top because now he has all the control. All that’s left to do is hold onto his shoulders and hope your nails aren’t hurting him too badly.

“Cum,” he says quietly, just against your ear before nipping at the lope with his teeth. It takes you off guard.

You cum, crying out a mix of his name and fuck, not really sure where one ends and the other begins. Your toes curl and your legs go weak. If you weren’t on top of him, with his hands steadying you, you’re sure you would have collapsed.

He’s still fucking you, only slower now and you start to wonder if he’s going to cum soon. Or if he’s someone who could go on forever until you’re a babbling mess unable to form a single thought from being so overstimulated. Part of you wants to see if he could accomplish that but the other part knows you desperately want to make him cum now.

As you’re lost in the afterglow of pleasure and thought, you feel his cock twitch. He’s going to cum, you realize. It makes you force another soft moan, wanting to encourage him but unable to formulate words.

Phinks cums, or at least you suspect since he stops fucking you. The condom didn’t bust at least, you think. It’s a few moments before he settles you down on his lap after pulling out of you and removing the condom. You don’t pay attention to what he does with it, just hoping he didn’t liter and throw it outside of the car.

You let your body relax against his, the warmth radiating off you both. It’s silent for the most part, besides the quiet pants Phinks lets out every other breath. You relish in it, knowing this could either be the first or last time this happens. Either way, you’re happy with what’s happened even if you were limited to the space of the car.

His loss, you think.

“You’re not going back to that damned restaurant, alright?” He breaks the silence, and you furrow your brows.

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes, knowing he can’t see your reaction with your cheek against his chest and eyes looking down away from his face.

“I’m serious,” he laughs this time. “Fuck, you’re so much better than I imagined.”

You laugh this time, was he getting himself off imagining this over the last few weeks? “Weirdo,” you comment, not meaning it at all.

A few more minutes pass until he moves you off his lap and onto the seat beside him. He wraps his arms around your shoulder. “You’re mine now.”

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hi! Can I request a Chrollo x Fem!reader, (btw they aren't together) a Chrollo x Fem!reader where the reader is a silent strong person, she has this deadly strong Aura around her. She's mostly silent and sometimes trys to distance herself from the others, some try to they close to her but she always ends up making herself drift away and gives them the silent treatment. The reader is a member of the phantom troupe but before she joined she was in another criminal organization. So someone ends up joining the troupe and it turns out to be a girl that the reader knows, the girl (you can give her a name) she was also in the same organization as the reader. And when the reader saw her she was ANGRY like seriously A N G R Y, she was literally so done with her and started roasting her, the girl wronged the reader in the past for YEARS and the reader started to fight wit her, and literally beat her up and then ran away and wondered off somewhere where she was having a mental breakdown😨

Btw if you don't want to do this or you don't feel comfortable doing it, feel free to ignore it!!!<3

Hi, thank you for the ask! This is really specific (almost feels like an oc?), but here's a few ideas for this specific reader. I changed a few things in terms of how I characterize the troupe, so it might not be exactly to what you would think, I hope you still enjoy it!

Chrollo with a fem!reader who gets angry at a new troupe member

To start off, with you being so distant, "a silent strong person" some may describe, it might hurt the troupe dynamic a little bit. For example, though Feitan and Machi can seem like this as well, in the end they are extremely loyal to the troupe and will at times let loose around their friends. If you aren't like this, some may question if you are part of the troupe for your own gains similar to Hisoka. Of course, some may argue in the group that it's normal to have differing views or goals within the spider, however some that have strong loyalties to the troupe or Chrollo specifically might say otherwise

Either way, if Chrollo takes any interest in you near the beginning of your life as part of the troupe, he may try to get you to open up to the rest of the team. He might start off with small talk at first, then try to learn more about you as time goes on. He wants to make sure you know that the troupe is supposed to work like your family now that you're part of it. Besides, how is a spider to move without all the limbs cooperating?

This is why even when Hisoka betrayed the spiders in Yorknew and Nobunaga at first tried to kill him, Chrollo stopped him and instead told him to "shut up" before questioning the magician about his work with the chain user. Either way, know that Chrollo won't do much about your distant nature however might want to assure you that your safe with them

Another thing to note is that if you are part of a criminal organization, it depends where. If you were part of the mafia, he may hold some prejudice against you, even some of the troupe members (manga readers should understand what I mean by this). Meteor City doesn't take the mafia very kindly anymore, and letting one join the ranks is enough to raise some tension within the group. Just be aware of this if anyone throws snarky remarks to you

Then a new member joins the troupe at some point (this is not going to be canon at all if we think in terms of the current members) and he notices you tense up as Phinks introduces them. The new member, also part of the organization, is a young girl by the name Castille. She notices you as well and also tenses up.

Then the arguments start. Before Chrollo is able to diffuse the situation you're hurling insults towards her and then soon fists start to fly. The girl, who had wronged you in your opinion, is not an enhancer and cannot take your blows easily. Soon, they are left bloody, on the ground, and without conscious.

You run off before anyone can stop you. Hours go by with you crying in your own space before Chrollo appears. "C-Chrollo, how could you let one of those people in? They made me feel like trash for years," you started.

"We come from a junkyard, it shouldn't be news to you that we allow anyone to join," Chrollo responded. He does look like he holds sympathy for you, but at the same time it feels cold when you meet his gaze. "How is a spider to function without all limbs working together, y/n?"

You can't tell if he's trying to comfort you or berate you for your actions. You know that the rules of the troupe are absolute, there's not exceptions to letting anyone in. Besides, it's not like those rules came from nowhere. The troupe's laws are meant to be a sign of respect to the beliefs in Meteor City: "We’ll accept anything you leave here, but don’t ever take anything away from us."

Chrollo gives you some more time to yourself, telling you to come join them at the main room for details on the next mission whenever you're ready. He expects you to respect all of your teammates, even those that you may hate.

[kiame-sama]

Empathic Hearts (Yandere!Chrollo x Empathic!Reader)

Fair Warnings; angst, horror, mental illness, yandere behavior, yandere tendencies, yandere relationship, kidnapping, yandere, delusional thinking and behavior, mention of blood, mention of murder, mention of death, anxiety, threats.

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You felt fear in your veins as you stared at the man standing in front of you. His eyes were dark and intelligent as they tracked all of your movements, never once leaving your frightened form.

You were cornered. Plain and simple. There was no way for you to get away from this situation or for you to avoid conflict with the man standing before you. Trying to keep calm in a stressful situation like this one was no easy task for you to accomplish, especially as the blood slowly began to pool on the floor from where the others lay. The tiles slowly being covered in red liquid as those eyes continued to watch you with almost empty impassiveness.

It began with a simple start to your day; going to work at the art gallery and trying to make it through another day with new obstacles and challenges. People weren't easy to deal with, but you still did your best to manage whatever may happen during the day, always looking forward to when you can be safe in your home again. Yes, it began so simple... So how did it become something like this?

Thieves.

These thieves broke in with their only goal being the acquisition and sale of the artwork that the gallery had on display. It didn't matter who they had to cut down or how many bodies may lie on the floor. They would burn the world just for the hell of it.

"Phinks, deal with the spare."

The flat voice the black haired man spoke with as he turned away from you sent chills down your spine, eyes widening when the blond began to approach with a stone-cold expression set on his face. Your heart was racing and your legs refused to move, feeling your mind screaming at you to run or to do something other than stand there like a deer in headlights. True fear made the prey instinct of freeze come to the front of the mind and take control, all instinctual thought telling you to stay put and not run.

When the man was a few arms lengths away you finally broke. Falling to your knees and wrapping your arms around your torso, tightly squeezing your eyes shut so you wouldn't see death as it came for you. There you sat in silence with your head bowed and your body shaking uncontrollably.

Time passed.

Second,

By second.

Too long. What was taking the man so long to reach you? It wasn't like he was going to hesitate simply because you are scared.

You still waited in tense silence for the final act of your life to come to a screeching halt because of something you couldn't control.

The air burned your lungs like it was filled with some toxin that you only inhaled the more you tried to fight. The atmosphere around you felt almost horrifically cold, fueling your body tremors and making you so terribly sad. A blinding pain felt as if it were splitting your head open, forcing your shaking hands to come up and cover your ears, as if the deprivation of a sense would help the pain to fade.

What the hell was taking so long?

You figured it must have been moments that adrenaline dragged on into what felt like an unnaturally long pause. So you continued to wait in that tense silence, waiting for a footstep somewhere near you or some kind of sudden pain, but nothing happened. The pain in your head faded to a dull throb, the air almost becoming easier to breathe and soothed your strained lungs to some extent. It was still cold and you still shook uncontrollably in your curled up position.

Still nothing.

Risking a small peak, you felt shock run through you at what you saw. A kind of haze swirled around you in a sickening yellow gas, seeming to be thicker where you were and slowly spreading to the room around you. It was frightening... It was mesmerizing.

You felt a sudden rush of clean air into your lungs as the haze slightly cleared, less like thick smoke and more like a light misting of yellow. The way it captivated you blinded you to the increasing danger as one of your wrists was roughly yanked, pulling you with it and making your shoulder socket pop painfully. Dragged out of the haze and into a clearer part of the room, feeling your wrist strain in agony. That sharp strain made you cry out as suddenly the man grunted in pain, releasing you to hold his own wrist that had horrible bruises around it. When the man saw the bruising he turned to glare poisonously at you, drawing an open hand back as if he intended to strike you with all of his frustration.

"Enough."

The sudden words snapped the man back into attention as he straightened up, turning towards the group that had been observing the spectacle. The complete change in tension made confusion run through you as if someone had just poured a bucket of warm water on you, your stomach tying into nervous knots. Your mood change came with a reaction from the blond, as he turned back to you angrily and moved to strike.

"You little-"

The blow never landed.

Instead, the man with black hair had somehow made his way across the room in seconds and held the blond's arm, his hand right by your head almost brushing up against your cheek. You hadn't even seen either of them move before it was too late to do anything and now time seemed to freeze again, but it didn't feel as long as the first one.

"I said that's enough."

"But, Boss-"

"..."

The blond seemed to recoil slightly from the man with black hair, backing away enough that the man released the hold on his arm. You tried scooting back while the man's back was to you, but a glance over his shoulder made you freeze in place again. Something was wrong with this man, more so than the others. You could tell what the others were feeling with some level of accuracy, but the man standing in front of you was a void. An empty shell were emotion should be, yet isn't.

"You have fascinating Nen."

"Wh-what?"

"Your Nen, it is interesting and rather unique. I don't believe I have encountered Nen like yours before."

"I don't- what? What are you talking about?"

For a fraction of a second the man's eyes widened before his expression returned to passive and blank. He observed you a moment before speaking again, having not blinked during the entire exchange.

"You mean to say... You don't know what Nen is?"

"I... Guess?"

"Then you just created it out of necessity. That should be enough for me to take it."

"Take what-?"

You flinched sharply as a book appeared in the man's hand, his unoccupied one reaching out towards you. The cold chill of his fingers seemed to pierce into you as it felt like the life was being sucked out of you. To your surprise however, nothing seemed to happen. You both just stared at each other with his icy fingers on your forehead.

Another moment ticked by before the man's eyes widened again, this time the slightest quirk of his lips seemed to form a more bemused expression. The man seemed to hum and whisper the word at the same time, almost as if the word itself had some kind of emotion inherently linked to it.

"Fascinating."

He withdrew his hand and looked at it almost like he expected it to change right before his eyes. A soft singular chuckle left him as he looked back to you, contemplating his next move. He turned away from you, placing his hands in his pockets as he took relaxed strides back towards the group, confusion humming from all of them.

"Pakunoda, tie her up. Franklin, bring her with us. I need time to think. Do keep her alive and mostly unharmed."

You felt fear fill your body again as a lovely woman in a suit walked forward, glaring down her nose at you. Finally your body responded with something other than freezing up as you tried to stand and run, not even getting to your feet before you felt the constriction of a rope squeezing your fragile body. An intimidating man with purple hair was next to approach, his grim expression never changing even as he reached out one large hand to grab you.

There was no struggling as you were hoisted up and roughly put over a broad shoulder, feeling the wind get knocked out of you from the impact as you gasped and struggled to breathe.

You were terrified as the world moved around you and yet you had no way to do anything other than lay across the large shoulder you were tossed onto. The way the firm shoulder dug into your soft stomach and how you felt like you were going to fall the entire time, you were certainly not having fun. The scenery around you changed until you were brought inside of an abandoned warehouse, being dropped down onto the floor with a yelping wheeze.

Since your arms were bound, you had no choice but to lay where you fell, trying to keep yourself from going into a mass panic given the fact they could easily kill you if you angered them. The leader of the group settled on top of some broken down machinery nearby, leaving you alone to your thoughts as you stared at the man. Nothing he did made sense; he ordered you to be killed and then stopped the man he ordered, he had been going on about something called Nen, and he suddenly decides that you are important enough to not immediately kill.

What the hell?

It wasn't like you could do anything about it though. You were stuck bound and left discarded on the floor, unable to move much given your position.

From where you lay, you had an ideal view of the group. They sat either alone or interacting with one another, some occasionally casting glances over at you. The blond you had first encountered seemed less irate though he still glared every now and again, rubbing his now deeply bruised wrist.

You felt an array of emotion coming from the group of people, ranging from boredom to casual joy. None of them really seemed to wear their emotions like most people did, instead keeping what seemed to be well-trained expressions on their faces. Truly this group bothered you in ways that were hard to explain, though the main point of concern was likely the tendency to casually murder.

While you were deep in thought, something must have changed since the group fell silent, all of them looking towards their leader. He didn't seem to have changed much other than looking up now instead of down. His eyes flicked over to you for a moment before he stood, casually gesturing towards you with one hand.

The response was immediate as the same purple haired brick-house of a man came towards you, gripping the ropes that bound your painful wrists and dragged you forward. You but back any yelp or noise of pain even as the gravel and debris from the ground sliced into your soft skin. Naturally, you were not even given the courtesy of being allowed to stand and instead were casually tossed at the leader's feet.

"You must be confused, being brought here like this. I certainly can understand how you fe-"

"You don't know how it feels."

He seemed bemused with the way you cut him off, though it seemed to anger the group standing around you. True, you were terrified of them, but you figured that if they were going to kill you anyway you may as well speak your mind. The enigmatic man simply gave an emotionless smile, cocking his head to one side in mock curiosity.

"And what makes you think that?"

"Because you don't feel anything. You're a void. You see the emotions of others and mimic them as needed. You change your personality to best suit your needs at the moment. You're an empty book that can only be written in with impermanent ink."

For the first time since you had encountered the man, he let out an honest chuckle. It held the faint echoes of what would be called amusement and surprise, though certainly not very strong in either regard. He crouched to look you in the eyes as he seemed to stare into your soul, you returning the gaze in kind and seeing only soulless and emotionless eyes.

"... Truly, you impress me at every turn. I can't take your Nen despite how I may try. You see through my tricks where even those who know me do not. You know me so well yet you have only just met me. So fascinating."

You flinched sharply as he gently stroked your cheek with the back of his cold hand, eyes sparking with some unknown response to your fear. His smile felt more sinister somehow even though nothing had changed and you felt your stomach drop in panic. The sudden movement of his hand towards your face forced a yelp from your lips as you tensed, waiting for the hit that never came.

Instead of pain, that swirling yellow mist appeared once more but this time it had a tinge of blue in some parts. It seemed this was what the odd man wanted as he moved his hand through the air, watching as it swirled around his arm and skated over his skin. He let out a soft, vaguely shaky breath and gave another low chuckle.

"Fear. Sorrow... What odd feelings. Not only emotional, but physical in response. Paralyzing and suffocating..."

He let out another hum of interest and closed his eyes for a moment, seeming to bask in the fear you so acutely felt. When he opened them again you felt like there was something different in the way he looked at you, wanting and hungry for something only you could provide. He looked at you like a starved, rabid dog looked at a feast.

You desperately wanted to look away but your fear told you that he would pounce the moment you lost eye contact. The next thing you knew, the ropes around your body that had been crushing the life out of you went slack, leaving a faint burn where they had been digging into your flesh. In place of the ropes, thick woven metal bracelets formed around your wrists and ankles, tight enough to not fall off, yet loose enough to allow you circulation and movement.

"It seems you are lucky. Not many get a new lease on life after entering a spider's clutches. Quite the opposite, usually. You say I'm an empty book that's always changing? Fine. You are a book filled with countless pages of information that never runs out. I am partial to literary works, and I tend to collect them for as long as they interest me. An endless book is certainly interesting to me."

His smile was slightly unusual, not the emotionless smirk or sneer of mocking sympathy he wore before. It was almost like that of someone who was intoxicated. His hand traveled from your cheek to rest with his palm against your neck, the threat of harm clear in the seemingly harmless action.

"I've decided to keep you. And you, my interesting novel, would do well to behave."

You swallowed hard and slightly nodded, trying to keep your fear under control, now realizing that it was only by the good graces of a man with no morals that you lived to see another day. He only continued to smile even with your terrified response, loosening his grip on your neck until it was like a mock caress of a lover.

"What a fascinating stolen treasure."

[awoogayanderes]

I GAVE YOU THIS BECAUSE I LIKE YOU…

➪ pairing: feitan portor x reader

➪ a/n: i’m really sorry if what I wrote in chinese is wrong, i just looked it up on a translator again. i also apologize for not updating as much.

“Feitan!” I called as I skipped towards him. He turned towards me with an annoyed expression in his eyes. “What,” he grumbled sighing as I sat next to him. “Here,” I handed him the bag I was carrying. He looked at me with a confused and questioning expression.

“Open it,” I said with a loving expression. He sighed once again before opening it. He simply looked at the object inside. “You got me snow globe,” he questioned. I nodded and smiled. “It’s a Yorknew snow globe!” I exclaimed happily.

He picked up the snow globe carefully and shook it. The snow scattered around before falling back down. I tried to see his expression as best as I could, but it was tricky when he had his mask on and his eyes were blank. “Do you like it,” I asked hesitantly, a bit nervous at what he would say.

He turned to me and simply blinked. He then squinted his eyes and brought his face closer to mine. I felt my face getting hot at the action. “Why you gift me this,” he asked suspiciously. “Huh what do you mean,” I asked confused. “You want something in return,” he said.

I immediately shook my head a bit upset at his outburst. “No Feitan! I swear,” I put up my hands in defense. He eyed me intensely for what felt like hours, in which it was only a minute. He backed away, not saying anything else. He then shook the snow globe again.

Feeling a bit awkward I didn’t say anything else. So much for Phinks plan. “Get him something unique,” his words replayed in my head. “Yes,” I heard Feitan suddenly say. I turned to him surprised and confused. “What,” I questioned.

“You asked if I like snow globe,” Feitan said nonchalantly, contrasting his behavior from minutes ago. I smiled a bit and turned to face him. He looked at me back and placed the snow globe between us. “But why you gift me this,” he asked.

“Uh, it’s just a gift since I consider you a friend,” I tried to make an excuse to hide my real reason. He raised an eyebrow and squinted his eyes. “So why not give it to others or even the boss,” he said with a teasing tone.

“I thought of you when I saw it,” I said, continuing with my excuse. “You saw Yorknew and thought of me,” he asked confused. “Well yeah, because you were a big part of stealing from the auction,” I said thinking I could get away from this conversation.

“Franklin and Shizuku were there,” he said still not buying my excuse. I sighed finally giving in. “Okay fine, that’s not the real reason,” I said slouching my shoulders. “I know you lied,” Feitan said. “So tell me truth,” he continued crossing his arms.

“Promise me you won’t insult me or make fun of me,” I said already nervous. “No promise,” Feitan said immediately. “Feitan,” I pleaded. He sighed before thinking for a few moments. “I’ll try,” Feitan said almost desperately.

“I gave you this because I like you,” I said hesitantly shifting uncomfortably. It was silent for a few seconds until Feitan said “Wǒ yě xǐhuān nǐ,” (I like you too) I looked at him and blankly stared in bewilderment. “Is that you making fun of me in Chinese,” I asked.

“You’re stupid,” he said in a teasing voice. “Huh, so what did you say,” I asked confused. “Figure it out,” he said getting up, grabbing the snow globe. “Wait tell me!” I exclaimed about to get up before he pushed me down. “Figure it out,” he repeated. With that, he walked off with his gift.

Instead of chasing after him, I stayed as thoughts started to run through my head. Well he didn’t reject me, did he? I should get a dictionary, or ask someone who knows Chinese. As I kept thinking I felt a hand on my shoulder. “So did it work,” I heard Phinks voice. “I don’t know,” I responded.

[write-like-you-mean-it]

Streets (Shalnark x Reader)

This is a commission piece from @pastelbear12. It is a part 2 to Pretty Little Psycho. If you would like to commission me, here's a link to my commission page. I hope this kills you Sophie.

Pairing: Teasing!Shalnark x female reader

Warning: Teasing Shalnark, bondage, public sex, choking, daddy calling, very dom Shalnark, this is pure smut.

Word Count: 2610

You let your head duck under the red rope as you held tightly to the blonde in front of you. His face lit up with a wild, untamed excitement. You felt a tight squeeze on your wrist which matched the same tight lipped grin. Shivers ran down your body at the choice you made.

“Hey Shal,” called one of the men still stuck in line. The taunt left his face as Shanark faced his peer. The taller and muscular blonde who’s name was Phink motioned towards the entrance of the club. “You know the boss’s mission.”

Shanark waved away the notion. “You have enough people. Tell the boss I’ll be back later.” His gaze flickers to your own. “I have a more important mission to attend to.”

The music bumped through the speakers as Shalnark dragged you across the floor towards the bar. Not much was different between the two places beyond the line to enter was much shorter and there was a lack of a friend by your side. If you’d not been caught up in his hazel eyes, the terror may have set in by now.

Heavy bass swam between dancing bodies, flirty conversations, and frat boys chugging beers. You could almost hear it over the steady beat of your own heart. Your breath was shaky from the walk over and getting caught looking too long at the blonde man.

“What do you want? He asks while leaning his back against the bar. His arms planted across the empty space of the bar. “Or would you rather I pick for you?”

“I would-” You didn't have a chance to respond as Shal caught you off guard. Although you were going to respond, you didn’t know what you were going to say. Would you allow him to choose for you or would you rather choose something for yourself.

“Or are you worried I’ll spike your drink?” His eyes flicked up and down your body as if he was taking in a beautiful view. “Don’t worry. I’d like you to remember who will leave bruises all over your body tomorrow.”

An involuntary whimper forced from deep within your core. His words made your choice for you. “You can choose.” You almost couldn’t recognize your own voice. It was hoarse as if your throat was starving for water and squeasy as if you needed to gasp for air.

Shalnark reaches over to bush his thumb over your burning cheek before lightly gripping your chin to look up at him. “Seems like you may need water more than anything else. Wouldn’t want you to be too dehydrated for me.” You squirm away from his touch only to have him hold your jaw tighter. “I didn’t say you can look away, did I?”

“No,” you whisper. Shal’s thumb moved to your lips. They part when his finger presses lightly on the bottom lip to wetten them with your own saliva.

He chuckles: “Good girl.”

The blonde stranger’s words catch the breath in your chest which causes you to inadvertently cough and squirm away. “I’m sorry,” you mumble as you try to find a safe hiding place for your eyes that’s not the burrowing gaze of the man in front of you.

“No need to be sorry, princess,” he says while motioning to the bartender. He orders two waters. Shalnark ignored the rolling eyes of the worker,

“You didn’t order anything for yourself?” you question.

“No. I want to be coherent too. Any drinks and you may squirm away from me too much.” Your weight shifted between your feet. Before the bartender could return, Shalnark leaned in right next to your ear and mumbled “not that you aren’t already squirming for me.”

Your lips part to respond as the bartender sets down two bottles of water. Shalnark picks up both and hands you the other one.

“Anything else for you two?”

“Not now. But keep an open tab. I’ll be back for more.” The bartender takes this as his cue to find other patrons who will pay more. Your partner uncapped the lid and drank the full bottle down with almost no stops.

“Trying to impress me?” you tease while upcapping your own bottle. You take a few sips to try and cool your heat-filled cheeks.

“No,” he says while looking disinterestedly at the plastic in his hand. “I’ll need an excuse to use the restroom later. It’ll look suspicious if I take you to the bathroom the moment we walk in.”

Your nose scrunches while putting the bottle back onto the counter. “Why would you..?”

“Don’t tell me you’re that oblivious, princess,” Shalnark says. His tongue reaches out to wet his lips. The blonde’s pupils were blown as he leaned over the bar and into your space; making sure there are no gaps between you. Fear sends a chill down your spine. “I’ll want to take that pretty dress off and do unspeakable things to you.” Your grip tightens on the plastic as some of the water splashes onto your dress. “Ah now you have to come with me. We have to dry off.”

Shanark’s hand rested once again in your trembling hand as the bottle was left on the bar. Part of you hoped you’d never see that bottle again.

The swinging door finally closing was the last barrier between the two of you. Shalnark roughly gripped the clothing that guarded your hips and pulled you into a rough kiss. His force knocked the wind out of your chest. His body cages you against the door; although, that’s not what you would call it. Your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck

For his stature, you weren’t expecting his hands to be forceful enough to pull you against his own. You could have sworn you heard a tear of fabric as Shalnark looked for the skin of your back or hips. You wouldn’t be one to look at it until much later. Instead, you focused on the warmth pressing on his lips and warm breath against your own.

“Shal,” you groan while hiking your legs higher. He took the cue and pushed his full weight into your to lift your body so that you can wrap your legs around his waist. Your dress shifts up to around your waist.

You whimper while feeling his cock pressing into your thigh. Thick enough to feel it was semi hard. Your hips inadvertently grinded against the man. Shalnark pulled away from your lips with only a string of saliva and a whine to replace the once filthy noises.

“Did I tell you to grind against my dick?” he asks. His grip tightens against the small of your back.

“No?” you question. Your mind is a little hazy and lustful.

“No…” Shalnark’s voice trails off with a commanding expectation.

“No, master?”

“Better. But I’m looking for a word that starts with d.”

You could feel yourself absentmindedly closing your legs to gain any friction on your already wet pussy. “No daddy. You didn’t say I can grind against you.”

“Good girl,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. He peppers soft kisses against your lobe before ripping the little piece of fabric against your cunt. You squirm to try and close as the cold air hits your unclothed pussy. “Now. Hands up.”

You cock your head but comply. Shalnark shifts to hold you up by pressing your weight into the door. Your hands dangle above only for him to use your ripped underwear to tie your hands together. He ties them tightly while crossed. “Better,” he grunts before letting you down from his waist.

Shalnark strips the thin shirt and places it on the door knob. Your body trembles from the cool of the room mixed with fear of what could happen. He places a chaste kiss on your lips which leaves your head spinning and wanting more.“Knees, kitten,” the blonde commands and you follow.

When your knees hit the floor, you felt the force of the inability to use your hands. No matter how hard you tug, you cannot get released. You realized how under control you were of this strange man. The realization made your thighs slicker with your own wetness.

“Good little slut. I’ll treat you so nice if you suck my cock well.” Shalnark reaches a hand into your hair and tug it enough to look up at him. He chuckles at your open lips and doe-eyed look. The spider uses his other hand to pull out his throbbing cock. His tip was angry, red and leaking.

You wet your lips before kitten licking his tip. Shalnark hissed at the sudden touch. Curses escaped his lips and the grip on your hair tightened. You take this as a cue to keep doing a few test licks.

The salty taste edged you on to do broad stokes at the underside of his head. Without warning, the man shoves his cock into your mouth. “I’m done with your teasing kitten,” he grunts. “Treat me right.”

Your cheeks hollow as he pulls out of your warm mouth. Your tongue keeps flat against your jaw as Shal sets the pace. At first he’s kind by not shoving his full length in your mouth; however, this kindness doesn’t last.

One push is a little too far and causes you to gag around his length. This pushes the spider to go a little deeper. Your gag reflex would be your betrayal. Shalnark grips the back of your head to guide you at the pace he wants while your hands dig into his thighs. You could feel the trembling of his cock before he pulled away from your lips. Saliva runs down your chin and neck. Soon enough you kept your mouth open and let him use you.

“Fuck you got me too close princess,” Shalnark grunts while helping you to your feet. “Let me treat you to the same.”

At first, you were excited. Then you realized he didn’t cum. You got him close but not enough. Your eyes widen as he kisses your burning lips. “No daddy. I want to cum.”

“Good use of your word kitten,” he mumbles while dragging you to the sink. “I’ll let you cum if you do good. I promise.” His eyes twinkle with some miscivious thoughts.

He uses the sink as a way to prop up your body. You pray that it will continue holding your weight as Shalnark lifts your right leg over his sanding shoulder. This position creates a throbbing pull on your muscles.

A single finger dips into your dripping cunt. He’s teasing the outside as you quake against his touch. You pull at your restraints in hopes of helping him give you something to clench your walls around. “P-please,” you whine.

“Please what, princess?” Shalnark questions.

“Please touch me, daddy,” you cry. Your hips buckle against his touch. Shal hums but compiles. He moves a finger inside your warm cunt which causes you to gasp. Your back arches before hitting the glass of the mirror behind you with your exposed back.

Shalnark curls his finger and touches the spot that sends stars around your eyes. His finger picks up speed while moving in and out of your pussy. Whimpers and whines fall from your lips with little regard for who could hear.

Another finger is added to the one. His pace picks up. “Princess, you’re not ready for me yet. You have to take three of my fingers before being able to handle my cock.”

You whine again. Two felt like enough. You were spread and drowning in your own pleasure; yet, he refused to touch the bundle of nerves. You clenched down on his fingers. “You do that princess and I’ll make it four,” Shalnark whispers. Your pussy made slapping noises with each thrust of his hand.

For all you new, you could be covering his hand with your juices. You wanted to complain but Shal spread you more with a third finger. You clench at the small pain even though he slowed down.

“Doing so well, kitten.” Tears pricked your eyes. Soon Shal could move his fingers without you tightening around them. He took this opportunity to pull out his fingers and lick off any of the remaining juice.

He tears the underwear that holds your wrists. You had no objections as the binding was starting to hurt your arms and wrists. An acceptable pain that would leave bruises for days to come.

Before you could gain composure, Shalnark flips you over to look at yourself in the mirror. Mascara ran down your face from the tears of pleasure and slight pain. Your pupils were blown and lips plump from the barrage of his thick cock. The once beautiful dress was pushed away so that your tits were hanging out. You looked like a sweaty whore; however, your partner only looked hotter. Sweat dripped down his face and wetted his hair. He was filled with determination.

Your once bound wrists were tied by one of his hands behind your back. He uses the other one to line up his cock at your entrance. He traces your lips with the tip of his cock before pushing in. “Fuck,” you grunt while pushing your face more into the mirror. Shalnark uses the momentum of pulling your wrists to bounce you further on his dick.

“Oh princess, you feel better than I imagined,” your partner grunted as he slid out only to push back in. The hand not bound to your wrist slaps your ass at the same time his cock slammed into you.

He did this a few more times until the stinging pain was replaced by Shalnark fucking into you faster. Your whimpers turn into soft screams. Lewd slapping of skin and a few of the spider’s grunts echoed in the small bathroom.

Shal reached up to twist your head to look at yourself in the mirror. “Look at you princess.” He sticks a finger into your open mouth. Drool pools on the end of the sink. “Look at how much of a whore my pretty princess is. Drooling for my cock.”

His hand slid from your mouth to your neck. Lifting you up so that your back is flush against his chest. The hand that was on your wrists was repositioned to your clit. He rubbed rough circles in hopes that the growing tension in your stomach would break.

“Fuck ‘m close,” Shalnark grunts. His hand at your neck tightens around your airway while making it hard to breathe. It was all too much. Your clit, Shalnark’s hand, his thick cock fucking into you.

For the moment after you came, you swore you saw stars. Shalnark pumped a few more times into your cunt until he squirts his cum inside. He bites down on your neck to keep him from moaning. It wasn’t until he was coming down that he finally allowed you to take in the precious oxygen you desperately needed.

Shalnark’s teeth were replaced with soft kisses to your sweat covered skin. He pulled out of you once he and you had come down from your collective highs. Your shaking legs were covered in a mixture of your own cum and his. You shiver from the loss of him filling you up.

“Can you walk, darling?” the blonde questions.

“Yes?”

“Good because we’re going to a hotel. I’m not letting you go.”

“What about our bar tab?” Your question felt hoarse and tired. You had no more fight in you.

“Fuck the bar tab,” Shalnark says while handing you his shirt. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Masterlist

[rotten-pomegranate]

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

[asexual-abomination]

Plat!Yan!Chrollo x Autistic!Reader x Plat!Yan!PT - Soulmate AU Part 3

The Phantom Troupe is finally here, but are they ready for what awaits them in the reader's hometown?

As always, this idea was inspired by the lovely @kiame-sama! I also have no traditional education in writing, so any advice is greatly appreciated! This is still very self-indulgent writing atm, but I plan to set up requests soon enough!

Hope you enjoy reading!

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It was nearing half-past three before the Troupe moved in on the library. Originally, they had planned to move in at exactly three o'clock, but Machi mentioned that she felt something odd from within the building, and Chrollo had advised everyone to stay back to watch the doors from a distance.

It was clear that something was wrong here, the library should have been open until at least seven in the evening, yet no-one had entered or exited the building for hours. They had no choice but to make their move now, lest the person that they were try to capture slip through their fingers already.

First to step inside was Chrollo, followed immediately by Phinks and Nobunaga, while the others remained outside to keep watch. Machi's gut feeling was further proven right when the men found the lighting lowered, and the building deathly silent.

"Nobu, use En to see if you can find anyone hiding around here."

Though it was an order to Nobunaga, Chrollo spoke with an order to the whole room. He wanted his soulmate to show themselves without needing to hunt them out, which would be easier said than done.

"There won't be any need for that." A new voice called out from between the bookshelves, making all three of their heads snap towards the source of the noise.

As the speaker stepped out from their hiding place, Chrollo's face became twisted with an unusual level of anger. As they made eye contact, there was a long moment of tension between them while Chrollo's companions watched on with sharp eyes.

"I know who you are, and I don't care. If you have taken away my soulmate, there will be hell to pay." His voice was serious, and while his tone was usually well-maintained, Phinks and Nobunaga could sense the rage and darkness that lurked just beneath his calm exterior. This newcomer seemed to returned the anger, their sharp glare piercing Chrollo with hatred.

"I don't think you understand. (Y/N) is everything to me, you barely know them. When they heard of what you had done, they were disgusted, and left of their own volition. I just helped them."

"What?!" It was Nobunaga's turn to be enraged, who was this person thinking they could send off the boss' own soulmate?

Chrollo stood up straighter, turning slightly to keep an eye on the new foe while speaking to his companions.

"This is... Jo. A friend of (Y/N)'s... and a native of Meteor City."

The tension in the room was practically electrified. There was a clear rule within the Troupe that Meteor city was a priority, and others from that forsaken place were to be protected, not fought.

And yet, Chrollo was ready to bypass that rule for the sake of his soulmate.

"I won't tell you where I sent them, but I won't fight you either. I have faith that they will follow the rules I gave them, and once they do, you'll never be able to find them." There was a strong conviction in their voice, and it was clear that they were prepared to face whatever these thieves had to give.

In that moment, Nobunaga and Phinks felt waves of aura so strong that weaker men would have been knocked over by their force, as both Chrollo and Jo activated their Nen in readiness to fight. They both stepped back from their leader, having originally planned to protect him, but now knowing that the rage in his heart would easily guard him in this fight.

Just as suddenly as it had grown, Chrollo's aura dissipated. There was still an air of hatred surrounding him, but it was no longer hostile.

"You are (Y/N)'s dearest friend. I hate you for it, but I know that if I killed you here, they would never forgive me. Run away, there isn't anything left for either of us if we keep chatting here. Just know that we will find them, no matter what we have to do."

Immediately after the order, Jo was gone with nothing but a slight gust of wind to tell that they were ever there.

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As they stepped back out into the cold winter air, the sun was already beginning to lower in the sky. The world outside was just as quiet as the inside of the unpopulated library, as if the birds and passersby knew better than to call in the Phantom Troupe's rage.

"(Y/N) has been taken, we don't know where, but they have help from a native of Meteor City, and they're heading to a safe-house. We need to find and retrieve them before they can reach that place, or else we could loose them forever." It was Nobunaga who gave the rest of the awaiting Troupe a briefing on what had happened within the library, as Chrollo was too wrapped up in his fury to speak even a word.

Quiet and steely conviction was the sentiment shared by remaining members of the Troupe, and so within the minute of that briefing, every person who had stood watch shot away from the library. Each of them had a place in mind, somewhere that they would begin the search for the lost soulmate, and soon only Chrollo was left.

As if he hoped that there would be a signal for him in the clouds, Chrollo turned his face upwards to breathe a long sigh. But that was the only moment that he would spare, and soon he was running with the speed of a bullet, ready to take on whatever the world tried to put between him and his soulmate.

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Thanks for reading!

[sweetchup]

Manager-Chan!

Type: Shalnark x reader

Au?: Highschool Au

Word Count: 1,300+

Warnings: Sexual reference, boys being perverts, Harasment, This is pure Crack

Author Note: None of this is meant to be taken seriously. This is a drabble written based on 90s adult comedy and the recent High School Au I’ve gotten excited with. Not really edited as well but oh well.

Become the Manager of the Basketball team, they said.

It will be fun, they said.

“Ah (Y/n)! Heads u— Ooo!” You flinch as another basketball comes barreling towards your head. If it wasn’t for your clipboard in front of your face able to deflect it away, you surely would have ended up with a concussion or a bloody nose at the very least.

“Shinchi! How many times have I told you not to practice half court shots?!” Phinks Magcubs, your Captain, shouts out as he comes out from the locker room. Seeming to enter at just the right time to catch the pure buffoonery that is going on with the freshman and Sophmores.

“Ah S-sorry Captain—!” They squeak out, quickly scattering away to go warm up. Leaving you to attempt to catch your breath as some of your fellow Juniors, who had begun exiting the locker room, come over to check to make sure you were doing okay

“Freshman, Huh? Still have plenty to learn.”

“Well, it’s not as if the Sophmores are teaching them anything good.”

“True True.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Your fellow manager, Kimiko, scoffs out as she walks over, “Don’t think I don’t see you guys making bets on half court shots after practice.”

As Kimiko and some of the Juniors begin to bicker back and forth, the gym doors suddenly swing open. Slowly, as if dragging himself in, Shalnark enters the gym, still dressed in his school wear. Which was very odd considering the fact that Shalnark is never late.

“Shal. You okay?” You asked as you hesitantly made your way over to the boy. Just as you are near Shalnark’s side, he practically throws himself on you.

“Manager-Chan!” Shalnark whines out in a high pitched tone, holding you tight to his chest as he begins to swing you around. “Why can’t other girls be like you~?”

“Shalnark…” Phinks warns out, slowly picking up a basketball from the rack as he keeps an eye on you two. However, Shalnark chooses to ignore Phinks as he puts you down, only to shove his backpack in your face.

Turning the bag upside down carelessly, you and some of the others in the gym watch as gifts just continuously pour out of Shalnark’s bag. Creating a mini hill on the ground between you two, you looked stunned. How in the world did he fit all that in there?

“Wow. That’s a shit ton of Love letters and Chocolates, Shalnark.” One of his teammates mumbles out, picking up one of the chocolates and opening it up to eat it. “Hmmm…. Not half bad…”

“Traitors…” Shalnark grumbles out as the others begin to dig in as well.

“Hey it’s free food, Shalnark. Don’t be such a butthurt.”

“Really? You would be just like me if you had to go to the main office every week to get your locker combination changed due to Fangirls finding it out. Also that’s not even the worst of it. Imagine having to scrub down your locker since girls will take a sharpie and—“

“Just get your locker changed dude.”

“Wha— you think I haven’t tried that!”

“Ok. Ok. Let’s calm down.” You say suddenly, interrupting the two. “I think you two have much more pressing matters to be concerned for. Coach will be here in less than ten minutes and if you aren’t practicing when he gets here…”

You watch as slowly both boys' faces pale; having flashbacks to being forced to do court sprints til they dropped. Quickly they scatter. Well… except Shalnark who begins to pick up the items on the floor.

“Shal. I’ll take care of this, go get ready.”

“Really? You sure?”

“Yeah.” Suddenly a thought hits you. “Wait, if all these items are in your bag… where’s your books?”

Shalnark begins to scratch the back of his neck nervously, “Well actually… I had to keep my books in my locker because this pile isn’t even half of all of it.”

“Seriously.” You deadpan, watching as Shalnark nods his head and chuckles nervously. Letting out a heavy sigh, you shake your head. “Ok. Well go get ready for practice. I don’t have anything planned after so I’ll make sure to help you clear out your locker.”

“Ah! Really, Manager-Chan?” Shalnark shouted out excitedly. Quickly he leaned down and wraps his arms around you to give you a quick hug before running to the locker rooms. “You won’t regret it, Manager-Chan!”

“I hope not…” You mumble out, sighing to yourself as you grab a nearby trash bin and begin to pick up the scattered chocolates and letters on the ground.

—.—.—.—.—.—

“Oh come on, Manager-Chan! I thought it was a good idea!” Shalnark whines out as he races after you as you leave the gym. However, instead of waiting for him you continue to trudge on, a scowl on your face showing you were clearly angry at him. “I didn’t mean it in a perverted way or anything. I just thought a maid café for spirit day would be nice to bring in funds for the team, you know?”

You let out a scoff at his explanation, turning around to give him a quick glare as you stop at his locker. You continue to glare at him as he opens his locker before reaching into the many items in it to grab a specific book.

On the cover, it looked like any normal english book but as you flipped through it, it had… less than Pg anime girls in it.

“H-h-hey what are you doing, (y/—“

You cut off Shalnark’s stumbling of words as you shove a specific page of a “Cat Maid” in his face.

“Pervert!” You shout out, making sure to sound out each syllable for him. As Shalnark takes the book away from your grasp, you turn your back to him to get to work.

“I-it’s not like that!” Shalnark shouts out, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he quickly hides the book in his gym bag. “I swear!”

“Oh really?” You questioned out, shoving some of the chocolate in a garbage bin. At this point you were no longer mad at him, you just felt like making him suffer a little more. Just for fun. “Do I have to go over what I found in your room then?”

“My room?” Shalnark mumbles out, confused, “Wait. Wait. Wait. You’ve never even been to my house before.”

Unable to help yourself, you turn yourself around and raise an eyebrow at him.

“Doesn’t mean Feitan and Phinks hasn’t let me in before when you aren’t home.” You say carelessly even though you were actually lying through your teeth.

“T-they did what?!” Shalnark chokes out, his blush now reaching his ears. Even though you had meant it as a joke, you were now curious as to what was exactly in Shalnark’s room. You knew he lived alone, his family was rich so his parents lived out of the states in Europe, and it kind of made you wonder what he was able to get away with. After all, he always had a couple of old playboys or hentai manga in his locker. What could he possibly get away with at home?

“Yeah… I knew you were a Pervert Shal but…” You mumble out, attempting to bait Shalnark. However, you weren’t prepared for what happened next.

“I’m sorry!” He suddenly shouts out, confusing you even more.

“What are yo—“

“I’m sorry for buying some of those outfits from those catalogs I read and calling you ‘Manager-Chan’ because it’s from my favorite film. I—“ Shalnark is suddenly cut off as you put your hand over his mouth to shut him up.

“I…” You pause for a second as you feel your face burn up in embarrassment. “I was joking… I’ve never actually seen your room.”

There’s a thick pause as you pull your hands away from Shalnark’s mouth. Your words slowly process in Shalnark’s head until he finally understands it and his face goes bright red.

“Manager-Chan! Why wo—“

“Shut UP! Don’t call me that if it’s based on some of your porn films!”

[ddarker-dreams]

Oh my God that last one 😩😩 the yandere finally coming back for the darling, finally reunited. That's some top tier stuff, I'm looking for stuff like that, know of any stories with it?

i keep a mental catalogue of fanfics like that since i love them so much. i’ve got you anon,, here are some of my favorite stories where darling gets away and the yandere finds them. bold for the fics that are not sfw! 

Retrieval / Yan Phinks x Reader 

Importunity / Yan Shalnark x Reader (both by @uvobreakmylegs)

Practicing / Yan Illumi x Reader 

Yan Illumi x Reader (both by @ramwrites)

Sweet Escape / Yan Overhaul x Reader

Vacation, All I Ever Wanted / Yan Hawks x Reader (once again, both of these are by @after-witch) 

Once You Loved Her - Now You’ve Lost Her / Yan Fugo x Reader (by @fascination-street-writing) while no exactly darling running away, it’s a concept that provokes similar feelings, and so well done i feel morally obligated to put it here.

Hell is Other People / Yan Chrollo x Reader by @evilzoldyck 

[selfilluminatingkyu]

Dancing with the Devil(s): Chapter IV

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F!Reader x Adult Trio; this takes place during the same timeline as Season 3 of HxH but the events with Kuropika and the crew are just shifted a little. Things will align back up within the next couple of chapters.

Warnings: Subtle Mentions of Torture and Abuse.

Word Count: 3.1K (She a lil short) 

As the name rattles off of Hisoka’s lips, you furrow your eyebrows. Is he someone you know? Is he someone you should know? A thousand thoughts run through you head in the span of a second and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that there is a reason behind why Hisoka would ask you whether or not you knew someone. 

You also weren’t completely insufferable in your lack of underworld knowledge. You knew who the Zoldycks were. Had heard many of the wealthy families mention the name before. Wealthy families got to where they were not because they didn’t deal in shady things…they just happened to have enough money to pay someone else to do it for them…and keep it from ever tracing back to them. 

You remember being at a gala not to terribly long ago. The patriarch on the family hosting the event had left midway through to speak to an older man with grey/white hair. You’d gone to the bathroom when he’d walked out of the office with the other man—who’d looked extremely pale and weathered as compared to when they’d left. You’d smiled and apologized, telling them you’d gotten turned around on your way back to the party, and the man with the grey/white hair, Zeno Zoldyck you’d come to learn, had simply smiled at you before nodding to the host. The other man had disappeared out of view and the two of you were left alone.  

“My, my you have grown into a beautiful young woman since the last time I saw you y/n.” He’d said and you could only blink, registering quickly the sheer power rolling off this man. There was no malice behind it, nor intimidation effect, it was simply him. 

“I’m sorry sir, and forgive me for being rude, but do we know each other? I don’t recall ever having met you before.” You said, smiling softly but anxiously, wracking your brain for anything to give you a clue as to not incur your mother’s wrath for forgetting a powerful man’s name and presence. 

He chuckled, walking closer to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “No need to worry dear, we’ve never met before per se, but I do know who you are. I’m well aware of your parents’…pursuits. Your name has come up in conversation before and the last time I saw you or a photo of you, you were quite small. Maybe no older than 10 or 11. I was merely making an observation.” 

You smiled again and nodded you head, understanding and yet feeling embarrassed and ashamed that you probably looked no better than a filly up for auction, because truthfully…you weren’t. 

“Oh! Well it’s nice to meet you—” 

“Zeno, Zeno Zoldyck. And it’s nice to finally meet you as well y/n y/l/n. And I’m sure this won’t be the last time we see each other.” 

Thinking back on that situation now, back on the first time you ever met Zeno, you wondered how exactly it was your name had ever befallen the ears of the Zoldyck patriarch. Regardless, to be asked about a Zoldyck was odd, even coming from Hisoka. 

“I know of the Zoldycks, I’ve met Zeno a couple of times. But I’m not well versed in the members of the family. Is there any particular reason why you ask Hisoka?” You ask, thinking it over more as you answered, wondering where the missing link was in your knowledge. But when you looked up, in that moment, when the words had only just left you mouth, the look in Hisoka’s eyes made you think that not knowing may have been a small grace than a hinderance. And in that moment, you were somewhat grateful the water was already growing cold, because the shock of chill that ran through the air wasn’t nearly as potent. 

The small seep of bloodlust in the air made you take in a breath and try to sink into the furthest side of the tub away from him. The hairs on your body stood up and gooseflesh peppered across your skin. You bit back the whimper that wanted to escape and instead looked at the imposing man before you with wide eyes. The shift in demeanor, you realized, was not direct at you but something else entirely. 

“Did you ever see the man you were initially going to be engaged to?” Hisoka asked and this made you pause because you had told Chrollo of your past but not the rest of the Troupe and you were certain that it was not information passed along to them as they’d been dismissed when the discussion had happened. 

Was this slip up intentional, to make you put the pieces together or had Hisoka’s apparently bloodlust caused his tongue to run away from him? If you were a wagering girl, and you really weren’t, you would’ve bet on the former instead of the latter. Hisoka was calculating and manipulative. You knew his interest in you had made you into a new toy to play with and this seemed like a twist in his play with you. Keeping this in mind, you responded accordingly. 

“Yes, once, late one night when I snuck into my father’s office. I wanted to see what he looked like. This elusive person who was supposedly going to be my husband. He was attractive, but I never was told his name because, for whatever reason, my parents ended up forgoing the engagement. I was never told why exactly, and it never dawned on me to ask honestly.” You chose your words carefully, watching him the entire time to gage the way he reacted. 

That wasn’t entirely a lie, it wasn’t also entirely the truth. You knew why you parents had never gone through with the engagement; the family, while incredibly powerful and wealthy, was part of the seedy underground and that didn’t bode well with their agenda. A family like the Zoldycks fit perfectly within that description you realized. Although, it was an inclining you’d had after the second time you’d met the Zoldyck patriarch and his son, Silva, the current head of the family and business. They’d been nice, familiar even, and they’d been assessing you. At the time, you hadn’t exactly been sure as to why, but you’d wondered if they’d been the family who’d been very adamant about marrying you to their eldest son. 

However, they thought had derailed when Zeno had made an offhanded comment about wondering if you’d be into younger men and you’d been utterly confused. Were they not them? Were you mistaken and they too were now interested after meeting you? You’d never truly gotten your answer though because the next time you saw them, it had been a strained meeting as you’d been their target. Why Zeno had come and told your parents that information instead of just doing his job, and risking his reputation in the process, had puzzled you even more. 

“HISOKA! Enough!” The roar from Phinks had startled you as had the slamming of your bedroom door. Curling in on yourself, you’d just managed to cover yourself before Phinks and Shalnark had busted through.  “Keep your bloodlust in check, it’s giving me a headache. And what are you even doing in here you pervy bastard? Leave the poor girl alone. You’re needed downstairs anyway, something’s come up.” 

Both blonde men gave you a quick once over, probably making sure that you weren’t harmed by the magician but nodding their heads towards the door. Shalnark gave you a smile and a wave before trailing behind Phinks. “Come on Hisoka, don’t want to keep the boss waiting.” 

Hisoka turned, beginning to move towards the door again before stopping. “Don’t think too hard on it little dove. We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” 

And with that he’d walked out, slamming the bedroom door behind him, leaving you utterly confused and feeling chilled to the bone. 

Was this Illumi Zoldyck guy your previous potential fiancé? 

Was there another member of the Zoldyck’s who had almost taken that roll instead? 

Or was Hisoka just trying to find out some sort of other information that you just weren’t able to see yet? 

You didn’t know the answer to those questions right now…but you were certain you were going to get them, whether you wanted to know or not. 

That night, you’d gone to bed shortly after you’d forced yourself to climb out of the bathtub. The water had grown cold, and your skin was pruning uncomfortably. The peace in which you had hope to find, even a sliver of, had never come to you, so you hoped maybe sleep would just be a void. 

And while you hadn’t been completely wrong, you also hadn’t been completely right. 

At first, you’d fallen asleep easily, not even the noises of what was taking place downstairs had deterred you from finding solace in the black abyss. However, that had apparently been short lived as a few hours later, you’d slipped into a nightmare.  

You were surrounded by people you didn’t know, and they were talking about you, looking down on you. It was then you realized that you were strapped to a table and that you had wires running from your body to machines. They didn’t appear to be normal medical equipment though, but you couldn’t say for certain that they were made out of nen either. Regardless, seeing the wiring connecting to your body and then to unknown machines left your blood running cold and your mind running a mile a minute as to how to get yourself out of this situation. 

“She’s extraordinary. Just extraordinary! With powers like hers…you could rule the world…could rule worlds. There is an unlimited number of things you could do and accomplish with this kind of power. Who knows where it stops!” The excited voice from beside you startled you. 

The small man in a lab coat and mask was standing closest too you, scribbling things on a clipboard as he looked at you in awe. You tried to ask what was going on, how you had gotten here, what he was talking about, but nothing came out. Not even a whimper and whisper of breath. You frantically looked around, trying to find a face, a friend, anyone you recognized and kept coming up empty. The faces were blurred, and your eyes began to strain. The sound of voices chattering and a machine clicking barely registered to you…

…but the pain certainly did.

Excruciating was putting it mildly and you quickly understood why you were bound, outside of not allowing you to flee your captors. The pain seared through even molecule in your body and those that it hadn’t even created yet. Your back arched off the table and your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Your throat felt raw, like you’d done it before…possibly even several times before. The only thing that actually seemed to escape you were the tears from the corner of your eyes as the pain stopped and deftly you registered that the machines had stopped but the voices had picked up. 

What they were saying, you couldn’t tell. But as the noise kicked up tenfold, the pain did as well, and this time when you screamed…a noise came with it. 

“Y/n wake up! It’s just a dream! You’re fine. Wake up!” You bolted up right, screaming yourself hoarse as the pain creeped its way from fantasy into reality. It jarred you to the bone and without thinking you struck out at the closest thing, sending it hurling away from you in an effort to end whatever was causing you pain. 

What you hadn’t realized was that that “thing” in which you had sent flying had been Chrollo. Didn’t realize it was him till he was nearly striking the wall on the other side of the room, caught off guard by your sudden attack and the power behind it. It was also then that you realized there was an aura radiating around you and there was immense power coming from it. 

You looked to Chrollo wondering if he had always been this strong and had somehow been masking it. But looking at him, seeing the wild, almost gleeful look in his eyes, made you realize that the power was not coming from him…but yourself. 

“I need you to breathe for me y/n and focus on controlling the aura that’s around you. If you don’t get a control over it, it’ll continue to seep out of you, and you’ll pass out from the loss.” He spoke softly, walking up to you slowly like you would a terrified animal, afraid that in its fear, will lash out at you and go for your jugular. 

However, his tactics were a bit sabotaged when Franklin and Feitan came flying into the room, nen activated and ready to take on anyone who posed a threat. The hostile energy pouring out of them had your fear peaking again, the faces from your dream flashing before your eyes and the power in which you’d thrown at Chrollo was surging again, zeroing in on the new threats and detonating without so much as a blink from you. 

Both of their boys went flying as well, Chrollo, seemingly reading your nanosecond of a shift in body language, braced in anticipation, activating his own aura, and deflecting easily. As he seemed to watch two of his strongest members go soaring across the room as if it was no big deal, the look in his eyes seemed to increase tenfold and suddenly he was behind you, wrapping himself around you and smothering you face into his chest. 

“Shhh, you’re okay. They aren’t going to hurt you. No one here is going to hurt you little one. I promise.” He stroked your hair and while you realize the sentiment that he was going for, the affection left you feeling even more displaced. 

You could feel your body seemingly gearing up for another act and, despite still being unsure as to where these people lie on the spectrum between friend and foe, you did not want to hurt them anymore than you already had. With that in mind, you tried to even your breathing out; tried to think of a dam stopping the free flow of water, and all thing similar to keep yourself from exploding with aura again. And that, coupled with Chrollo’s continued words of assurance, seemed to do the trick, and stop up the free flow of energy. 

As the bubble around you seemed to smooth and flow but not run, you realized you’d started to sob at some point, the tears streaming down your face and a near continual stream of whimpers and apologies pouring from your mouth. Apologies to Chrollo for the initial attack, apologies to Franklin and Feitan who’d only come to make sure everything was okay. You didn’t know what was going on or how things had escalated so quickly but you were sorry and you hadn’t meant to hurt them. 

You weren’t entirely certain the message hadn’t gotten out clearly, if the pissed off look on Feitan’s face was anything to go by, but you weren’t entirely certain that hadn’t been there prior as the man seemed to wear a scowl frequently. 

“What…happened…?” Feitain asked and you could feel Chrollo shift, looking at them while maintaining the comforting stroking on your hair. 

“I’m not sure. I came up here to check on her when I felt a spike in aura and heard her crying out. I couldn’t sense another presence outside of her own, but we’ve met nen users capable of cloaking themselves before. However, when I came in, she was thrashing about, when I woke up her…the same thing that happened to you happened to me.” 

“Clearly not as hard though. You seem fine. I feel like I’m going to be sore for days after that power she just threw at us.” Franklin muttered rubbing at his arm and stomach. 

“Such…a…. baby…” Feitan muttered, earning a side-eyed glare from Franklin. 

“I wouldn’t say it was any less powerful, it was more like she registered who was in the room with her right as she threw the power out. I’m almost certain she did the same with you, and my presence so close by also muted her attack, afraid she’d hurt me in an effort to harm you two.” 

Franklin and Feitan looked from Chrollo to you and then back to Chrollo before looking at each other in disbelief. “You’re saying that wasn’t her full power?” Franklin asked, the shock and awe clearly evident in his voice. 

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I can’t even begin to feel the depths of her power, let alone where it ends.” 

The words seemed to hang in the air, all three men seemingly having a silent conversation that you were not perve to, nor did you think you ever would be. You had known from the start, regardless of what degree of comradery you obtained with these people you would always be an outsider, never allowed to fully know the scope of everything. You’d never be told all of the details, never know the full extent of all of their abilities, never know the ins and outs of it all. And you did not mind that, not at the moment at least, because for what you did not know, you had come to understand that these were dangerous people, people that were probably on several hit lists and wanted by many…and you did not know if you ever wanted to truly be associated with them. 

While sitting in the tub, you’d come to the conclusion that you would use them to obtain the skills necessary to save your younger siblings…and that would be the extent of it. You were not a killer, did not fancy yourself someone who killed for sport or out of the desire to prove you were stronger or better than others. No, you did not believe your wants in life to align at all with those of the people in this group nor did you think they ever would. So you’d do what was necessary to be able to get your siblings back, to be able to protect them and keep them safe till they were capable of doing as such on their own. But once you’d achieved that goal…you were as good as gone. 

[bloomyn]

slide into the drivers seat ; 02

in which your boss is one hell of a ride and you’re sitting shotgun.

table of contents

pairing: chrollo lucilfer x f!reader

disclaimer: short but to the point ; see you in rome!

taglist: @kakashishoekage  @revalise

. . .  really these meetings with illumi and hisoka hold no value. the numbers are always going up and money’s always being made so this is just an excuse to spend a day's work of cash on almas and aged wine. illumi’s strewn on hisoka’s lap, the red heads own fingers lingering on illumi’s neck. (there’s a little part of him and that wishes a certain someone was sitting in his lap --but he’s gotten used to the emptiness besides him).

“father’s marrying kil off.” illumi suddenly hums, careful not to spill his drink on the white leather couch as he attempts to get up. “but kil’s too smart for the old man.”

“you weren’t,” hisoka teases, pulling illumi back on the couch, “--and thank god you weren’t.”

chrollo doesn’t miss the soft scowl that illumi shows off, the kind that almost bares his barely sharpened canines. nor does he miss the wink hisoka sends that has illumi spinning off his feet. illumi had always been the worst drinker out of all of them. 

“chrollo dearest, be a good host and tell that pretty little secretary of yours to send more of whatever these cute little balls are please.” 

“almas.” he corrects and picks up the phone that connects him directly to your desk. 

“--and wine!” illumi interrupts, “more wine!”

from this angle he can’t see your desk, a shame really, but you must not be there because the phone is still ringing and he knows you always pick up the phone. but right now you’re not picking up the phone and he can’t think of a reason that you wouldn't be. 

“oh? little lady not picking up?”

“probably ran away,” illumi muffled into hisoka’s shoulder. hisoka nods, “you’ve got such a wonderful brain my dear.”

chrollo genuinely hopes you haven’t run away.

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see here’s the thing about bottomless champagne. 

“i just think you're so nice.” shalnark blubbers, “and you’re so hot, and it’s kind of annoying because, hic!, phinks won’t shut up about it, but he has good reason to keep talking about it.”

your brain is fizzing. 

“he thinks i’m hot?” you say way too loudly, “that’s so nice of him. so nice, he’s so NICE.”

shalnark nods pathetically, “so nife. knife. so knife.”

the two of you fall into a world of giggles, paying no attention to the staring couple beside you or the awkward waiter still mentally deciding if he wants to approach your table and give you the check. 

“this is rather embarrassing don’t you think?”

you turn up at the deep voice, loopy grin still on your face. “and why is that?”

“picking up my secretary on my lunch break while she’s half drunk? couldn’t even you see how that might be embarrassing?” 

it seems your brain is fizzling out. 

“ah, that could be.”

gods you don’t even want to look at the expression on shalnarks’ face right now. under your lashes you can see chrollo’s fingers move to pay the bill swiftly. mmm.

fingers. 

“well come on.” he sighs, “i don’t have time to wait on my secretary, do i?”

both you and shalnark nod no. 

“then off we go.”

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“here.”

a reusable water bottle is shoved harshly into your hands.

“i can’t have my secretary walking around like a baby elephant can i?”

you nod ‘no’ once more, taking a sip from the bottle. 

“can i--” he pauses, “can i -? like i need to ask permission when it comes to you.”

the jab makes your face flush, and it only burns more when he dips towards you, nose barely brushing yours. 

“ i don’t need permission when it comes to you, do i?”

if you had a nickel for everytime you nodded ‘no’ today, well you’d have three.

and if you had a nickel for everytime you thanked yourself for indulging on a $32 dollar lip moisturizer, you’d have one.

gently, he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip. and oh! conveniently the temperature in his office rises and sweat from your thighs drips onto the white leather beneath you. his gaze doesn’t waver and the creases in your skirt fold deeper into your skin. 

and then he laughs. and your face fucking burns. 

“you can go home for the day [l/n], i’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

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tomorrow is saturday.

you’ll be spending the weekend with your vibrator and convenience store champagne because you’re a classy bitch who’s gonna cry out of embarrassment the entire weekend. 

or at least it was your plan. 

“yes sir!” you say into the receiver, “i’ll be there in 10 minutes. formal? ah huh, yep! got it.”

but sometimes you forget your boss runs an international corporation and ceo’s don’t take the weekend off. 

damn him.

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“you’re taking her to rome?”

“it would seem so yes.”

hisoka and illumi are still tangled under the sheets, remnants of the night before emblazoned on their skin. 

“and you need our jet?”

 illumi is awake enough for this at least. 

“i’d rather not use the company one right now.” chrollo can see hisoka’s hand moving rather quickly and--

(hisoka laughs)

“well,” illumi starts, unbothered, “what exactly are you going to be doing in rome?”

“sightseeing.”