#PhantomTroupe

[console-pokeballs-rupees]

Hunter x Hunter in Stuido Ghibli style

[erixonmax]

The Final Act

[umsisi]

Phantom Troupe 幻影旅団🕷️

[cigar-ettes]

CHANGES♡♡

WORD COUNT: 3,406 ⋆˚✿˖°

FANDOM: HUNTER X HUNTER ⭑.ᐟ

PAIRING: FEITAN X READER ♡

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Sexual content, kidnapping mentioned, Feitan is actually quite soft in this fic

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Things have been... Nice. It must have been at least six months. Time definitely gets warped once you lose track. a week would feel like two. A month could feel like three. But six months sounds about right.

But things had been changing, you think.

Feitan had been... Gentler. He even started giving you warmer clothes to wear, more blankets, softer pillows, more soaps, better food. The bare minimum seemed like such a large step for him. Your... Relationship... with Feitan was a confusing one. He had taken you to an unknown location, in a cabin. Don't run, he said, No one around for miles and miles. You die before finding other people.

Things had changed drastically when you stopped fighting back so much. Not that you fought much to begin with. He liked you because your personality seemed submissive, easily influenced. Though it did take more time for you to quit being so skittish around him than he expected. He truly tried his best to be soft around you. He moved slower, his touches were feather like, ghosting over you, sometimes you had wondered if he had even made contact at all.

It was unclear to you why Feitan had taken you. You knew what he did to people that he took here. Granted, he's never made you watch, or go down to the basement. You heard everything, and that left little to the imagination.

You considered that maybe he had some sort of affection for you. He never expressed anything about his personal life, or feelings. At least not to you. But the more you thought about it, the more it seemed like there was a growing tension in the air between you two.

Your heart began to race around him, like a sick drum rattling between your ribs. Why did you feel this way? This man took you away from your home, your life, your freedom. He stuck you in a shitty little broken down cabin, remote from any civilization.

Had things really been changing? Or was it all in your mind?

But still, you couldn't help but stare a little too long at his face, look at him when he was turned around, try and gain his approval with your cleaning and mundane tasks throughout the day. It was strange. Was this what Stockholm syndrome felt like? It didn't feel like what the movies portray. You had felt a genuine liking to his company, and you couldn't explain why.

Well, there was no one else around. Sometimes he would be gone for days at a time, the longest he was gone was for a whole month, you think. Two girls, one with pink hair, and one with black shorter hair, came to the cabin you stayed in. You were hopeful at first, that maybe you had been found, but upon seeing you, they continued their conversation, unpacking bags of unperishables onto the table. Oh, you thought. Feitan must have sent them.

Something in you faltered, the thought of Feitan being around other women was not something you really thought about before. Who were they to him? Were they friends? Did they work together? Was it something else? Maybe the darker haired one was a family member, she seemed to look similar to him, but still, their faces seemed very different. What was this feeling?

After that instance, when Feitan was gone for too long, they both would come by, or just one of them. They were pretty. Really pretty. You looked in the mirror once, after they had left. Something you hadn't done in a long time. Your hair was grown out, longer than you like it. It had grown thinner, you had grown thinner. He didn't feed you much. Your eyes were dark all around, you had almost a sunken in look to you at this point, like you were dead. Your hands were thin, and so were your wrists and ankles. They were beautiful in complexion, hair shiny and nicely done. Their lashes were curled upwards, you could tell they wore light makeup. Their lips were pink and full, they seemed full of life, and most of all they seemed soft. Healthy, and care free. You gripped the sink by the edge. The first time you had seen them you had a sick, ugly feeling that you had shoved down deep inside of you, hoping it would die if you didn't look at it. But it reared its ugly green head in this moment, forcing you to look at it. Jealousy. Jealousy. The feeling that crawled its way up your stomach behind your eyes, making them sting with tears, your head building pressure from holding your breath, not wanting to blink, because if you did, big fat tears would start falling. You didn't think you were the most beautiful girl in the world, you had your insecurities as does every person, but when you saw your face now, you tried remembering what you had looked like the last time you had seen your face before the kidnapping. You felt a heavy feeling in your throat, tears coming down, you couldn't help but cry, and you cried loudly. No one was around. You cried, and cried until your throat was raw. Tears, drool, and snot running down your face as you sat against the tub.

You were forgetting what you used to look like.

These girls had to be close to him, you think. Because he trusts them enough to come here, to bring you things. They look at you like you're just a pet in the room, not speaking to you, not even glancing twice at you, leaving just as quickly as they came. You wanted to say something to them, to ask them who they were, how did they know Feitan? But you never did. You didn't want to know.

Did he think you were pretty? Pretty like them? Surely not, you look sick. That's because you are sick. Your body is sick, your mind is sick. You're starting to feel questionable feelings towards your captor. What's wrong with you? Why did you miss him when he was gone? Why did you feel jealous? Why did you think this much into it?

Feitan was not a man of many words, no, he believed actions were something of more value. This is what he told himself, it was partially true, but part of him was saying this figurative expression because he didn't want to face the fact that he was so emotionally stunted. He had never found purpose in romance. Of course he had found women pretty before, but never enough to do something about it. He never saw the reason why some people were so torn about break ups, and failed relationships. Never understanding why most people have an innate need to have some sort of companionship, through lovers, children, pets, friends, family. It was a mystery to him, but of course, when he found himself stuck in his ways, he had come across you.

You had worked at a small little book shop in a downtown area. The store was impossibly crowded, and small. There were no real interesting books in there, mostly used miscellaneous donated books, ranging from religious context, textbooks, and short stories. He'd walked in there one day to evade the eyes of some people that were out looking for him, he had been dressed casually that day in black pants and a black shirt. You hadn't looked up from the notebook you were scribbling in as you said a brief "Hello, welcome in." To him, to which he did not respond. He was too busy finding his way to the back, keeping an eye through the glass windows of the store, and to his delight, the men he was evading for now, had gone away.

Just to be safe, he figured he would sit tight for twenty minutes or so, just to lose them further. He eventually noticed you, sitting on a stool behind a makeshift counter with receipt paper strewn everywhere, as you seemed to be making calculations on your phone and copying them into a log book. You had looked up at him while he was staring. "Do you need help finding anything today?" You say with a neutral expression. You seemed to be on auto pilot. He shook his head, "No," He said as he shuffles through the books mindlessly in front of him, seeming busy. "Alright, just let me know if you do," You say, turning your attention back to the log book. Feitan eventually found it appropriate to leave, but he had been struck by an arrow of curiosity about you. He followed you home for the next year and a half before he took you. He knew there was no way of you remembering your brief interaction, but it was something he held dearly to himself.

He hated these feelings that you pulled out of him. Why was he so compelled to watch you? Why was he looking forward to it? Why did he feel the need to sabotage any budding relationship you had with any man? Why did he feel jealous. It was an ugly feeling that he stuffed down, but after that year and a half had passed, it had resurfaced in full force, and he just knew he had to have you for himself now.

Which brings us to current day.

Feitan, after much embarrassment and struggle within himself, has finally admitted that he likes you. He really likes you. Like really, really, likes you. He's too afraid to say the other word.

You weaken him, you really do. That giddy boyish feeling he gets when he knows you're pleased with something he's done, that addiction to your approval, the wanting of affection.

He's a grown man, with a crush.

He rarely touches you, no, it electrifies him. He tries to be his gentlest around you. Despite him being very deranged and sadistic, he somehow gathered all his might to not hurt you, to be patient with you as things progressed forward. He knew in his mind that you would eventually get used to the way things are around here. He was just waiting for the day. He has the sneaking suspicion that you're beginning to pick up on his emotional turmoil. So he leaves, for weeks at a time. He needs to collect himself. But he was now returning home.

The front door begins to unlock, bringing your attention to the knob. Was it Feitan? Or was it those girls? You sat on the couch as you heard all 14 locks unlock from the outside, and your eyes dragged down as each became undone. The door opened, and in came Feitan.

You were giddy, but didn't want to show it. "Hi." You say, voice cracking from the lack of speaking. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Hi." He returns, not looking at you. He kicks his shoes off, leaving his socks on. He makes his way to the couch, and sits next to you looking down to the floor, then to you. You both opened your mouth to speak at the same time,

"Who-" "You-"

"Sorry," You say facing your body towards him. "You go ahead."

Feitan follows suit, and faces his body towards you now. "No, you go first." He says, sitting criss cross on the couch cushion in your direction.

"Um... I was going to ask... Who are the girls that come here sometimes?" Your heart began to pick up its pace, you never usually questioned him, in fear of an angry outburst.

"Why you need to know?" He asks.

Maybe things weren't changing after all. He was still so closed off.

Your heart sinks, and he sees it in your face. That jealous feeling taking hold of your heart. He sighs when he sees your eyes dart away awkwardly.

"We... Sometimes work together, on bigger... Projects." He says, trying to casually lift your mood, without seeming like he cared too much. But that didn't matter to you, you turned giddy inside.

"There are others, but I send them because I know they will just ignore you. There are men too, but I will not send them. One other girl, but she is far away."

"Oh." You say almost lighting up, returning your gaze to him. "Okay." You say. You were glad his reasoning behind sending those girls, were possibly because he didn't like the idea of other men being around you, your heart fluttered. You hoped that was the reason.

"What were you going to ask?" You say fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, looking up at him shyly. The look on your face brought a certain warmness to Feitan's face, but it was thankfully covered by his cowl. His eyes never betraying his emotions.

"You sleep in my room now." He says looking at everything but you.

Your face turns bright pink. "I-" You wanted to ask why, but you didn't want to annoy him. "Okay..."

He looks at you after a few moments. "Only because attic is small, and cold. My room is bigger." He explains. "And..." He says looking off, quietly sinking into the couch.

You waited for his next words, hoping to hear something, but you didn't know what.

"And winter is coming. Will be colder."

It's not exactly what you were looking for, but you take it anyways.

Your face still remains pink, and he relaxes his shoulders. You both are only a few inches away from each other, you can see the pinkness rising on his face just over his face covering, but you say nothing about it. His eyes flicker from your eyes, to your lips, back to your eyes. Your eyes wander around his entire face, as the both of you unknowingly gravitate towards each others faces. Your head instinctively leans to the right just a bit, and his eyes seem to widen, just barely noticeable. You are soon realizing how close your faces are, you can feel his breath, and you're sure he can feel yours.

You're suddenly conscious of how you might look right now, eyes now darting away from him. You wanted to pull away, but you couldn't, it felt too good. It was the same feeling of being incredibly warm under a blanket in a cold room, you just don't want to get up, even if you need to use the bathroom, or something of the likes.

But to Feitan, it was as if he was witnessing the reflection of the universes grace, you were created perfectly, even now. To him it was a sight to forever endure.

Without further thought, his hands find their way to your wrists, gently holding you in place, your eyes look back at him, you both are impossibly close. It feels like so much time has passed by, yet you're sure it only been a few moments.

Feitan is never one to make a first move, but right now, all patience within him, all months of waiting, and all pining tension he had towards you came crashing down on him with the strength of a thousand beating hearts.

Your lips feathered over each other, almost testing the waters, your eyes fluttering shut, just as his were. He was leaning into you more, your back was being pressed against the arm rest behind you, your wrists gently pinned down to the cushions in front of you.

You returned the kiss. It made a strange cold shiver shoot down his stomach, pooling there, bouncing around inside of him. He could not believe this was actually happening.

Soon enough, the kiss was deepened, neither of you knew who initiated the fervor, but any thought of that was thrown out the window, he was making his way on top of you, his dark hair ticking your temples as you both became breathless in this heated moment.

You didn't know why you did what you did, why you kissed him back, but you know it felt good. You hadn't had much interaction with anyone, let alone anything intimate, so this felt so good. You shut out any feelings of shame or disgust with yourself, you shut out the fact that this man was deranged, and not well in the head, you shut out the fact that he was the one who took you away from the world, and you especially shut out the fact that you were now fully aware of the kind of feelings you had for them. You liked him, like that. You were too afraid to say the other word.

You both pull away out of breath, a string of spit connecting you two briefly, before snapping loose. You were practically drooling in his mouth, and before you could even render yourself embarrassed, he found his way into the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking gently. his breath tickling your ear, sending chill down, as his hands moved on either side of your head to uphold himself as he hovered over you. He felt the shiver that you so desperately tried to hide, and he knew to continue his efforts.

With your hands now free, they find themselves wrapped around his neck, loosely as your neck is exposed. Somehow this freezing cabin had become something of a sauna between you two.

His knee finds its place just between yours, hiking up unintentionally as the tension rises.

He gently bites your collar bone, and you whine, something that shoots electricity right down to his pants. He groans into your neck at the sound. He had always wondered what sounds you would make, how quiet or loud you would be. The countless nights he laid in bed staring at the ceiling just imagining how you'd be mewling beneath him, asking, more, more! This was so much better than what he had initially imagined. He wanted to capture this moment in his heart, and keep it there forever.

The pressure of your fingertips increase onto his shoulders as he sloppily kisses your jaw, your delicate fingers finding their way under his jaw, bringing him to face you now, as you kissed him, going from his lips to now his neck, you pulled at the collar of his cowl, pulling down, down, and down. You had never seen Feitan in anything less than long sleeves, and long pants. Seeing the curve of his clavicle was enough to make you blush further. You kissed him there too. You could hear him sharply inhale as you licked and sucked at his ivory skin. It made your legs cross, relieving any pressure you had built up, but before you could register it, your legs were locking his, tucking his clothed thigh right under your heat, it was a surprise, you forgot that he was there. You let out a sweet sound, that was louder than the last, your breath in the crevice of his neck. Your sounds travelled right in his pants, make it incredibly tight.

He applied slight pressure to your core, eliciting another whine. His pants were beginning to feel uncomfortably stuffed. He furrowed his brows at the pressure, not wanting to push things too far for you, he didn't want you to run away. He looked down onto your expression, brows turned upwards, eyes half lidded, mouth slightly agape, you're heaving just a little, your lips glistening with spit. The sight makes him forget all that is wrong. You briefly glance at your entangled legs below you both, and you shamelessly begin to paw at his belt buckle, undoing it with very little decency.

Feitan scrunches his brows and clamps his eyes shut. He groans at the feeling, trying to keep composure, as he feels his pants become loose by the hips, his belt undone. His cold hands run under your shirt, and you flinch for a second from the sharp temperature change. He slowly creeps his hands up, and up, and up. By the time his palms grace the top of your stomach, right where your ribcage begins, he can feel your heart pounding in your chest, just as hard as his. This fills him with a quiet glee, though he doesn't show it, as you fiddle with his belt and zipper, he takes his fingers, and gently pushes the strap of your bra off your shoulder, his hands warming in your skin.

Things were changing.

[twiztidskull]

We have this wonderful bunny Hisoka cosplayed at Magfest 2025 by @hinata112

[aifanfictions]

Write a love story about (y/n) who becomes the newest member of Phantom Troupe from Hunter x Hunter and Hisoka starts to fancy (y/n) so he starts showing off in front of her and tries to express his feelings thru his actions because he doesn't seem like the type of guy that woud confess his feelings normally.

Enigma of Desire

In a world marked by extraordinary abilities, clandestine organizations, and enigmatic individuals, a tale of love was about to unfurl, woven into the very fabric of this intricate tapestry. (Y/N), a figure cloaked in mystery, had recently become the newest member of a notorious group of outlaws. Their past remained veiled in secrecy, making them an enigma even among their own companions. Each member harbored unique aspirations and desires, and (Y/N) was no exception. This group, in all its chaos, had become their sanctuary and a means to find purpose in a tumultuous existence.

And then there was Hisoka, a master of the uncanny and an enthusiast for the extraordinary. His relentless pursuit of formidable adversaries was rivaled only by his obsession with (Y/N). From the very moment (Y/N) joined the group, Hisoka found himself captivated, drawn to their presence in a way he couldn't quite comprehend.

Yet, Hisoka was not the type to express his emotions in the ordinary fashion. Instead, he channeled his feelings into extravagant displays and ostentatious exhibitions, all meant to captivate the attention of (Y/N).

During training sessions, Hisoka's acrobatics became breathtaking performances. His mastery of a unique power was showcased with an air of flamboyance that only he could muster. Every move was executed with precision, every technique honed to perfection, all to capture (Y/N)'s gaze and perhaps, their heart.

One day, within the confines of a dimly lit room, (Y/N) and Hisoka found themselves alone together. Hisoka, always one for dramatic entrances, materialized before (Y/N) with a flourish of his cards.

"Shall we engage in a game of skill?" Hisoka's voice oozed seduction and mischief, his eyes fixed intently on (Y/N).

(Y/N) raised an inquisitive eyebrow, intrigued by Hisoka's proposition. "What sort of game are you suggesting?"

With a sly smile, Hisoka introduced a complex card game, infused with their unique powers. As the game progressed, the atmosphere grew charged, a contest of not only strategy but also emotions, as Hisoka's subtle pursuit continued.

The culmination of the game was a spectacle to behold. Hisoka's cards danced through the air, forming intricate patterns of death-defying beauty. With a theatrical flourish, he revealed his final card, and the room seemed to hold its breath.

(Y/N) couldn't help but be ensnared by Hisoka's performance. His charisma and intensity were impossible to ignore. They sensed that beneath Hisoka's flamboyance, there was a hidden layer of emotion waiting to be unveiled.

After the game, as they sat in the dimly lit room, (Y/N) turned to Hisoka, curiosity in their eyes. "What is it you truly desire, Hisoka? Why all these elaborate displays?"

Hisoka paused for a moment, his usually confident facade faltering. Gazing deeply into (Y/N)'s eyes, he spoke from the heart. "I am drawn to you, (Y/N), in ways I can't decipher. You are not just another challenge; you are something beyond. I can't resist this magnetic pull."

(Y/N) was taken aback by Hisoka's unexpected confession. It was a rare moment of vulnerability from the enigmatic magician. Reaching out, they touched Hisoka's hand, their fingers intertwining.

"I may not fully understand your feelings, Hisoka, but I can't deny that there's something between us," (Y/N) said softly. "Let's journey into this unknown together."

Hisoka's usually devilish grin softened into something akin to genuine warmth. As they sat there, hand in hand, in a world filled with shadows and turmoil, they knew that their love story was as unconventional and unpredictable as the world they inhabited.

In this enigmatic realm, (Y/N) and Hisoka's love became a rare and exhilarating thread in the intricate tapestry, defying expectations, embracing the thrill of the unknown, and weaving its path through the complexities of their existence.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[phinksimp]

HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN BLACK 💦

[phinkstotallywould]

Do you think phinks would one day come with a hole enter store of cold beer to the other members of the troupe when it's summer ?

Absolutely!!! But he is honestly doing this for himself. Everyone else just so happen to be there and received/took a can/bottle.

Phinks: “Rude”

Did I lie though?

Phinks: “………………. No”

[sapoulasiep]

[manganimemeijin]

The "PHANTOM TROUPE" are EASILY my Most Favourite Fictional Group EVER. 🖤🕷1️⃣3️⃣🕸♾️

[silentsanctummanga]

Kurapika took away his Nen abilities he then opted to join a Chicano gang instead. Problem solved!

[ithisatanytime]

(retrocanon)

[fizzyfictioneer]

Hmmm...

fem chrollo

[twiztidskull]

We have Shizuku with Blinky from Hunter X Hunter cosplayed by @hscarlatoiu

[ernestinapickman]

Personally. If it were me. And I were going to fight someone to the death. And the guy I was fighting was so confident he brought a shovel. I would be worried. I think. At least a little bit.

[phinksimp]

You remind me of Phinks. I automatically love you ❤️