#done with your shit pariston

[cat3ch1sm]

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tws- mentions of knife play, overstimulation, blood

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kurapika kurta

would rather be affectionate with you outside of physical touch but will definitely try it out. there will probably be lots of soft praise and reassurance as he grips your thighs, trying to be as accommodating as possible and make the experience pleasurable for you every time. he really doesn't know how good he is at it and is a little nervous about what your experience was, and he'll start blushing and shii when you cum in his mouth😩 he adores the sounds of your quiet moans and whimpers when he hits the right places.

tbh 100000/10 kurapika's face looks so pretty in between ur thighs

leorio paladiknight

leorio’s a doctor, so you better believe he’s familiar with the female anatomy. he knows where everything is and uses it to his advantage. it’s the one time he doesn’t act stupid- he’s really good at making you finish, focusing almost entirely on the pleasure centers like the clit and g-spot.

pariston hill

yes and is a huge fucking tease and makes you kinda wanna kill him. he'll go really slowly and just look up at you with that bitch ass smile like he isn't nose deep in between your thighs rn

he doesn't care if he messes up your clothes. pariston will eat u out while your skirt is still on so you'll stain it and humiliate yourself while he cleans his face up so it looks like he never touched you

makes these obnoxious licking noises when you cum just to fluster you and tell you what a slutty mess you are. don't expect any aftercare or some shit bc all he's gonna do is mock you and your pathetic whimpers

phinks magcub

will only do so when he's jealous or had a bad day. throwing you onto the bed, holding you down, and sucking your clit till u cry is the perfect pick-me-up

loves when you grab his hair and unconsciously push him into you more. he adores how desperate you get, and phinks gets to tease you about it later.

drinks every last drop of your cum once you finish- but even then, he probably makes u orgasm like two more times before just laying down beside you and making fun of you lmao

fr if you get bratty outside of the bedroom he'll just remind you of how much of a mess he can make of you- that shuts u up real quick but doesn't save you

uvogin

absolutely ravages you. he's so much bigger than you that he can't help but pin your legs to the bed and just eat you out for hours, relishing in the fact that you can't move an inch because of how strong he is

penetrates you with his tongue

will also finger you super slowly while licking your clit, he can't get enough of your pretty screams

will not stop until you're begging him to and squirting everywhere, thrashing wildly beneath his grip and your face sweaty and flushed. he loves to overstimulate you, with your clit red and swollen and extra sensitive and your hole leaking all over the mattress

even then, he may not be done

nobunaga hazama

will be actually quite gentle. he'll give your clit little flicks of his tongue and kiss in between your thighs, may or may not give you some soft praise

that is, until you start to whimper, asking him to speed up so you can cum

all of a sudden his grip will become a hell of a lot tighter

"stay still."

that's when he'll begin edging you, delivering long, slow licks to your clot while teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his tongue, going fast enough to make you whine and cry out but not enough to allow you to meet your release

he'll tell you how good you taste just to make you blush

this man is all about edging. you're lucky if he lets you cum at all

feitan portor

it is rare he eats you out- in fact, it's rare for you two to do anything sexual at all. he doesn't have that high a sex drive

but when he sees you smiling a little too much in someone else's direction, or prancing around in a skirt a little too short for his liking around another guy, that's when he's at 100

he'll hold your clit between his teeth while he fingers you slowly and licks at your entrance, taking a sinister amount of delight from your desperate pleas to go just a little faster

occasionally he'll lean up to look at you, kissing you ravenously with your sweet, sticky juices on his lips

he'll still be fingering you at his agonizing pace when he pulls out his blade, abruptly slitting three bloody lines into your thigh that form the letter 'F'

as you wince from the sting, feitan dips back down and plunges his tongue straight into your entrance, making you cry out and writhe with his hand pressing your marked thigh to the bed

"you belong to me."

shalnark

yes and will probably have a whole conversation with you while he does so. you're a moaning mess and the sheets beneath you are soaked and he's just like "so what do you think of my latest ability? i think it's pretty cool, but..."

he fully expects you to answer too. like bestie what

and when you don't he'll slide a finger into you and repeat what he said casually, waiting for a reply. he keeps this up until you have no choice but to answer because you're so overstimulated and literally cannot take any more

chrollo lucilfer

soft dom energy

he'll probably do this usually to help you relax if not solely for his own pleasure

chrollo is actually a huge tease. he'll eat you out at totally inappropriate times- like if you're out to dinner he'll pretend he dropped something, slip under the table and next thing you know you're trying to order for both you and chrollo while he's between your thighs, eating you out to his heart's content

plants butterfly kisses on your clit and whispers soft praises in your ear, gently placing a hand over your lips to quiet your whines

makes sure he catches all your cum in his mouth.

will certainly overstimulate you then proceed to edge you. one second your body is shaking so much you can't even speak and the next you're begging chrollo to keep going, keep licking, make you cum. when you try and finish the job yourself chrollo grabs your wrist and begins to gently lick your aching bud himself, slurping softly with his eyes never leaving yours- but with the smallest amount of pressure possible. you will probably be in tears but at least he's a god at aftercare

illumi zoldyck

he doesn’t have much of a sex drive, but he really doesn’t mind eating you out every once in a while mostly for his own pleasure. illumi might edge you a bit, but mostly he just likes to give you what you want- steadily sucking your clit and pumping his long fingers in and out of you until you come in his mouth. do him a favor and hold his hair back- he doesn’t like getting too messy, although illumi loves to see you orgasm.

hisoka morow

this is self explanatory

[illuzoldycks]

HXH Charas as things people/I have said

gon: never really was much of a thinker but i got pretty far so who cares

killua: i'd rather be tortured and die than face a roach head on, no i'm not overreacting

leorio: and what is the root of all evil? men and capitalism.

kurapika: i'm on my third mental breakdown and you're expecting a good decision from me right now, that's a lot.

illumi: why are you near me? gross?

hisoka: i'm better than everyone and if they don't immediately get it, they never will but they just know i'm better somehow

chrollo: step one of being sexy is always coming off as mysterious and whats more mysterious than having no grasp on yourself? nothing, you are always unpredictable

feitan: being short has perks, like i'm closer to your ankles so i can fucking cut them next time you make fun of me

uvogin: is being a himbo a good thing?

phinks: i don't act like a hey mamas lesbian??

shalnark: oh to be a blissfully ignorant android user

pakunoda: i just wanna live my cottagecore dream jesus christ

machi, gesturing to hisoka: there's a walking red flag if i've ever seen one

shizuku: i don't remember what i ate yesterday, i hope it was good

silva: i was looking at the baby (illumi) and i was like what have i done. why did i do this.

mereum: so weird that people are giving me a god complex i thought thats something you inherit yourself

shaiapouf: every straight couple is homophobic

pitou: life is a ride. (youpi: and?) no thats it thats the thought.

ging: having a missing father figure develops character

pariston: honestly? i'm a 10 and if anyone below an 8 even tries speaking to me i'm going to be offended.

bisky: im a bad bitch, bad bitches collect rocks too

nobunaga: my hair is all i have going for me

genthru: the fortnite cover song that kid sang carried me through some pretty dark times

tonpa: i'll spike your boyfriends drink with laxatives so he has the shits and you dump him

kikyo: if a hairstyle works it works who cares if its from the 70's

milluki: my body pillow has given me more love and affection than anyone else has so what're you gonna do about it

extra: ging: don't perceive me at all actually

[sweetchup]

💌Love/Hate💌

Type: Pariston Hill x Reader

Prompts: Soulmate Au (Colorblind) + 7– Innocent/Corruption Kink

Author Note: OMG I am so so so sorry this took so long. I’m not sure what it was but my brain couldn’t write for Pariston. Like it was if the zodiacs took over and put it into a total shut down mode. It was insane. (ALSO Small warning, this is Pariston and, as expected, he’s an abusive dick)

(Valentine’s Day Masterlist)

When you had first accepted the job of being randomly assigned someone’s secretary, you hadn’t expected to be assigned to the CEO of a high end tech company. You mean, who in the world would have known that by just calling a flyer on a street corner would have led to working with someone so prestigious.

It almost sounded too good to be true!

….And, you wished you hadn’t jinxed yourself in that moment. The CEO of that high end tech company actually turned out to be only 21, having inherited the company from his father. He was not only a spoiled brat and a player but, my god, was he lazy. You were sure that if you hadn’t spent hours on the phone discussing ideas with his father and done all the paperwork for him, that the company would be in ruins before someone could say “We’re broke!”.

Though, no matter how hard you worked your ass off these past couple months, nothing could prepare you for this moment.

“Dear god someone help me…”

You and his father had told him many times over this week. On February 14 at noon, you have an important meeting with the Hunter Association. You can’t miss it.

But, of course, that lazy ass was running late. By 45 minutes to be exact.

“Miss (y/n), is Mr Avoli going to be showing up any time soon? It isn’t like him to be late.”

… And it surely didn’t help that you were standing in the meeting room, waiting for him with the Hunters Association's very own Zodiacs.

Shamefully, you turn to the doglike woman who had introduced herself as ‘Cheadle’ earlier and give an apologetic bow, “I-I deeply apologize. You see Mr Avoli's son, Hunter Avoli, recently took over the company. I reminded him constantly this past week about the meeting but I’m afraid he may have forgotten...”

“Oh that guy.” You hear the monkey zodiac ‘Saiyu’ spit out in disgust, “He is almost as bad as that dirt bag, Ging.”

“It’s not a problem Miss (y/n). I’ve met Hunter many times before so I’ve seen first hand how unprofessional he acts. This is clearly not your fault.” Cheadle reassures, giving you enough confidence to lift your head up from bowing to look at her as some of the Zodiacs complain in the background.

As you stare at the grayish colored woman, you can’t help but wonder what color she was wearing. Due to you still not having found your soulmate, you can only see the color of your soulmate’s eye color. Which, in your case, was brown. A chocolate brown to be exact.

And, usually dogs were brownish in color so you kind of wondered what color Miss Chealde chose instea—

“We are still waiting on the chairman and two other zodiacs so why don’t you take the chance to try and give Hunter a call.” Mizaistom, the ox zodiac, suggests suddenly.  

“O-oh of course. Thank you very much Miss Cheadle, Mr Mizaistom. I’ll be very quick— Eep!”

Oh god why me?

Just as you made your way to the door to exit the room, someone on the other side had already swung it open. Making you, in pure surprise and shock, take a step backwards. Though, just like how your day is going so far, Luck truly didn’t seem to be on your side as you end up tripping on your own two feet and begin to fall backwards.

You expected to land hard on the cold tile floor in front of everyone, extremely embarrassing really, but instead you don’t. You still hit something firm and hard but… it was different. Actually, now that you think about it, you felt higher up than you were before…

“Ah, Ging this is why I said you shouldn’t barge into rooms so suddenly! You scared our poor guest!” A voice suddenly calls out from behind you, his breath slightly tickling the shell of your ear. Quickly, in surprise, you whip your head around to—

…Shit.

As your eyes lock with the male’s chocolate brown ones the room suddenly bursts into a flurry of color. Blues, reds, greens, maybe yellows? You honestly didn’t know the proper names for all the colors you were seeing for the first time. However, in all this chaos, you happened to know two things.

One, That you had just met your soulmate and Two,...

… it was none other than the Vice Chairman himself, Pariston Hill.

“Oh my! How unexpected!” Pariston chuckles out, causing what seems to be sparkles to pop out around him, “I never thought our guest here today would end up being my soulmate. Not at all!”

“I—“ “Shut up Rat!”

You freeze as something suddenly comes flying past your head. What the fuck...

“You have a soulmate? Not a Chance! Not a Chance! Not a Chance!”

“Quit joking.”

“I doubt the King Of Kickbacks would have an ordinary soulmate.”

It was as if a bomb had erupted in the room, everyone was in pure disbelief at what Pariston had just said, Suggested, he even had (Well everyone except Ging, of course). Hell, some of them haven’t even found their own soulmates yet. So, why did the heartless ass Rat get to have one?!

“I assure you, I’m speaking the truth. Why would I lie about something like this?”

We can think of many reasons…

“U-uh…” You suddenly speak out, slightly flinching as everyone’s attention turns to you, “He is telling the truth… I saw colors other than brown for the first time when we locked eyes.”

“See!” Pariston says happily, pulling you affectionately closer to him in his hold. As you are flustered by the act from the handsome man, he takes the chance to walk to what you believe is in the direction of an empty seat. However, you soon realize that wasn’t what he was intending as he walked right by it and leaves through the other door located in the room.

“Hey Rat!! Where do you think you are GOING!?!” The tigerlike man screeches out, storming through the door you two just left as well.

“Well, I’m going to spend time with my soulmate of course.” Pariston exclaims, his smile not even flinching as bloodlust from the other zodiacs creeps out from the room.

“As if I—“ Suddenly, a loud chuckle behind you rings out, cutting Kanzai off.

“C-Chairman Netero!” You squeak out in surprise at the older man. Oh god, what a disaster. As someone trying to make a deal to him, this looks bad. So bad.

“My, what a twist!” The Chairman rings out, stroking his beard as he thinks as he walks past you two. “Hmm… You and (y/n) can be excused from today’s meeting, Pariston.”

“B-But, Chairman!” Kanzai rebuts. Soon shutting up however as the chairman grabs onto the collar of his jersey.

“It only makes sense to give them alone time, Kanzai. We will just call Mr Aloisi for the meeting instead of having (y/n) give it to us.” Netero explains, giving you a small wink as he drags Kanzai as if he was some kitty cat back into the meeting room.

What a strange group…

As you sit there stunned at everything that has happened so far, you don’t realize Pariston has already begun walking again. It takes you a while to realize as well, precisely the loud sound of the door of his private office being closed. He must have walked pretty fast…

“A-ah. Umm you can put me down now.” You mumble out to the… Blonde man (unable to tell if that was the correct color).

“Hmm. What was that?” Pariston asks, as if he didn’t quite hear you from before.

“Oh. I was wondering if you could put me down.” You tell him again. Shit, the way you said that came out bad. “I-I mean I’m really appreciative of you saving me but you are likely getting tired of holding me and I can walk on my own.”

“Oh!”

You expected at that exclamation that Pariston would instantly put you down to the floor, but instead he walks over to his deck and places you down in front of that. Odd, but you don’t question the sparkly man.

Speaking of odd, as you looked around the room, you realized it was really cold in here. Much colder than the conference room and hallway. God, what a bad day to wear a skirt but no tights. Especially those insulated ones you recently bought.

“Are you Cold?” Pariston suddenly voices up, causing you to turn behind you to look at him. He still hadn’t moved from his spot right behind you.

“A-ah yes I am. I don’t want to be a bother but could you possibly turn it down a couple of notches?” You ask, taking a step back a little to give a little bit of space between you two.

“I’m afraid I can’t. My thermostat broke this morning.” Pariston exclaims, his smile turning into a bit of a frown. However, that didn’t last long as he soon had a full blown out smile again. “But, I do have my jacket that I wore to work this morning. It should be… Ah! There it is! Right on the seat of my chair if you want to grab it.”

“Oh.. thank you.” You give Pariston a small smile before leaning over the desk to grab the brown coat.

You couldn’t wrap your head around it but for some odd reason you didn’t feel fully comfortable around him. Which was even weirder because you didn’t understand what was causing it. Shouldn’t you naturally feel comfortable around your soulmate?

Perhaps, you just needed to get to know him better. That’s likely it. Your just nervous since he was supposed to be your clien—

“Ah!” You let out a yelp as you feel pressure and sharp pain in your lower regions. At first, you thought it was perhaps a weird cramp or something like that. However, once you fully grasped what you were feeling, you realized you were just trying to make yourself believe that.

“Oh whoops! Tight. Tight. That must have hurt.” Pariston chuckles out, rocking his hips back and forth as his eyes watched his cock disappear and reappear out of your hole. Harshly letting go of the strap of your panties that he had pulled aside to watch as an ever so slight bit of blood comes out in your slick. Delighted to see such results.

“P-Pariston. Please be gentle.” You gasp out, turning yourself by your waist to place a hand on the man’s chest. Ever so slightly fisting the fabric of his suit when he suddenly gave a really hard thrust. “Let’s slow down… too soon…”

“How come? I thought you said you were grateful to me right?” Pariston teased out, pulling your hand off his suit as well as pushing your front down against the desk. Making it so you were trapped underneath him.

“I-I am but—“ “Shh… I’m only taking my reward!”

However, even with your constant pleas for him to be slower, gentler, Pariston continued his actions. Watching you grow more and more wet as that uncomfortable burning sensation suddenly turned into pure ecstasy.

It was perfect…

Pressed down against the desk, unable to move as you were essentially being taken advantage of by him. Your very own soulmate.

It was embarrassing, agonizing and traumatizing.

Surely, you hated him. You despised him.

Having waited long enough, Pariston decided to finally pull out and flip you over so he could see you and the results of his hard work. “Now, Now my dear. It’s not so—“

Pariston feels himself blink a couple of times.

Oh… So, you were one of those types huh?

It was if you were some humanized version of a golden retriever. Your eyes that were supposed filled with terror or hatred were still as sparkly and innocent before you began. You were loyal to him to a fault and he honestly doubted you could bring it in your heart to even hate him.

It was annoying but it wasn’t that big of a problem. He could always break you in other ways.

However, that’s not exactly what was troubling him right now.

Fluttering? Or, Bubbles?

Whatever it was, he didn’t understand why he was feeling this sort of way. Especially seeing you look at him like that. With that love filled look…

“Pariston…” You mumble out, your voice slightly slurred. “Are you okay? Are you done?”

Are you okay?

Those three words ring in Pariston’s head. Eventually, causing him to break his composure and let out a light laugh.

“Aw. Did I leave you high and dry? Here I’ll fix that.” Pariston calls out. A slight shiver going up his spine as he hears you let out a small moan as he slips back into your dripping cunt.

You know what, he didn’t care how strange you were making him feeling.

Whether you looked at him with loved dazed eyes…

Or cried out how much you hated him with those kissable lips of yours.

Either way, he would enjoy every bit of playing with you. You had the rest of your miserable lives to try it out after all.

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[ Main Four：]

▪ Gon Freecss

▪ Killua Zoldyck

▪ Kurapika Kurta

▪ Leorio Paladiknight

[ Adultrio：]

Hisoka Morow

Illumi Zoldyck

Chrollo Lucilfer

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Feitan Portor

Shalnark Ryusei

Machi Komachine

Shizuku Mirasaki

Pakunoda

Phinks Magcub

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Uvogin

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Omokage

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Leroute

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Kikyo Zoldyck

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Kalluto Zoldyck

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Amane

Canary

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Mike

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Wing

Zushi

Kastro

Baka Ki El Dogra

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Neon Nostrade

Melody / Senritsu

Baise

Basho

Eliza

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Bisky Krueger

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Pariston Hill

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Isaac Netero

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Kazuma Kuwabara

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Lest Darkness Falls on Yorknew

A Pariging Vampire + Werewolf AU!

High Priestess of Yorknew, Cheadle Yorkshire, is troubled by recent developments. Livestock and people have started to disappear or end up slaughtered, and people turn to her and the church in hope of saving. Could it truly be that the new owner of the hillside mansion has something to do with it? Investigating by herself may be more dangerous than she thinks..

Chapter 4: The Finale.

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What the hell am I doing? Ging cursed himself as he surveyed the hillside manor towering above Yorknew. The sun had freshly set, and darkness had spread over everything in the valley, except for the oil lantern Ging carried and the bright lights of the mansion in front of him. The mansion was framed by black wrought-iron fences, around 7 feet tall, melting into each other at a large front gate. Behind the gate, a stone path lead straight to the front door. There was no patrol outside, though Ging wondered if they could still sense him as much as he could sense them. The hairs at the back of his neck had stood up as soon as he had entered the area, his ears were twitching with the faintest trace of sound or movement, and his teeth felt uncomfortable in his own mouth, itching to bite down into whatever he could find. What am I even supposed to do? ‘Eliminate’ my ass, am I just supposed to ring the door? Ding Dong Hello yes, it’s me, a Werewolf, here to kill your coven leader- A shadow passed by a window on the second floor, and Gings attention got drawn back. Tall, upright statue, they had already mostly walked out of view. But for a moment, the shadow stood still, their left shoulder and half of their face still blurry and dark in the window.

And even though it was too dark to tell,

And he was hidden from sight,

Ging felt like they were looking directly at him.

Instinctively he hid behind the tree he was leaning on, and killed the fire of his oil lamp, biting the inside of his cheek. Slowly, shivers crept up his spine, his muscles tensed. His hand shot to his pocket to grab the cross Cheadle had provided for him. Pure iron bathed in holy water, uncomfortably warm to the touch for a werewolf, painfully hot and burning to a vampire. Ging had never interacted face to face with a vampire before, and yet something deep withing him recognized this piercing gaze as something inherently hostile and predatory. A century old feud that would carry on with generations, a natural born hatred for each other, its groundwork laid in territory conflicts and a right to hunt.

Everything around him felt intensified, more suspicious, from the cold breeze cutting his skin, to the creaking of old trees under their own weight. Leaves on the ground rustled with either footsteps or a gust of wind. Somewhere a twig snapped. Ging bit down harder on his check, until the comfort of warm blood engulfed his mouth, bitter and tainted.

Silence. Despite his heart beating heavily against his chest, Ging slowly turned around to check on the window. Clear, no trace of anyone. No sign of anyone exiting the mansion, either. Ging sighed with relief and leaned with his shoulder against the tree. His body was still alert, twitching and tensing, but it seemed like he wasn’t in any danger.

“Ah, I knew I saw a lost puppy wandering out here~” Before Ging could fully turn around and process what happened, a hand wrapped firmly around his throat, and lifted him off the ground.

He was face to face with who he could only assume was Pariston Hill. Blonde Hair, tall, lean, wearing a golden herringbone suit so ridiculously shiny, that Ging would have made a joke if his windpipe weren’t being crushed. Dark brown eyes were closely examining the werewolf, and slowly, Paristons lips parted to reveal sharp fangs. “Didn’t you know its impolite to spy on people? How should I go about punishing a stray dog like you?” Paristons grip tightened, and his lips curled into a smile.

Ging knew that trying to overpower a Vampire in this position would be difficult, not having the opportunity to transform, or freely move around to take advantage of his agility. But that would all be fair play, and he knew better than to restrict himself to that. His right hand was still in his pocket and clutched the cross.

In a swift motion, Ging pulled his hand out of his pocket, and smacked it flat on Paristons hand. Immediately the smell of burned flesh filled the air, along with a sizzling sound. Holy shit it actually works- The vampire withdrew his hand with a sharp inhale, and Ging fell to the ground, gasping for air. He looked up to see the other still holding his own hand, most likely covering a severe burn, eyes fixated on him, lips twitching.

Ging knew he should have immediately grabbed his bag and take the stake or holy water.

Or he should have just made a run for it, a werewolf has a vampire beat in speed.

But he just returned the others stare, painfully aware of his own vulnerability.

Paristons lips twitched to a bigger smile, a smile of irritation and disbelief. “Not bad, not bad at all. What’s your name, Mutt?”

“Ging Freecs, if you’d like I can use your ashes to write it down for you.” His eyes darted towards his bag, still next to the tree. He wondered if he could out speed the vampire to take the bag and grab the holy water.

A clap, and a pleased sound drew his attention back. “Ging Freecs, Ging Freecs! Marvelous, I must command you for your bravery. Tell me, are you just blissfully stupid, or did someone order you to spy on me?”

“Do you think I’d voluntarily spy on someone as boring as you? Next time you could at least put on a peep-show or something.”

Silence fell between them, Ging grinned confidently, Pariston replied with a satisfied smile. Time stood still for this moment, a Vampire and a Werewolf acknowledging each other as spiteful creatures.

The moment passed. Ging quickly leaned towards the tree and reached for his bag. One dash of holy water to burn and distract, and then a quick stab through the heart, and ill be back home before sunrise.

But before Ging could even stand up, or open his bag, a swift kick to his head threw his body against the tree, head hitting the hard bark. His vision faded fast as he fell back onto the ground, numb pain spreading from his head to the rest of his body.

“Don’t worry, we’re not done playing yet~” The last thing Ging saw, was a blurred Pariston towering over him, flashing another smile.

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Ging wasn’t sure how many hours had passed when he awoke. His head felt heavy, and his entire body ached, as if he were going through a bad hangover. Once he opened his eyes, he first saw the thick ropes that bound him into an uncomfortable seated position, unnaturally upright, arms and legs restricted.

It took more effort than he’d like to admit to lift his head, but when he did, he realized the darkness covering the room, only penetrated by a few lit candles on the large dinning table he was seated in front of. The table was decked with gold plated cutlery, and a plate covered by a stainless-steel cloche.

Gings night-sight had never been the best, but it was still good enough to pierce through the darkness of the room and find Pariston sitting at the end of the table, leaned forward on his elbows, chin rested in the palm of his hand. There was a small, burning red spark in his eyes, and he smiled at the werewolf. “Good Morning, sleeping beauty. How’s your head?”  The vampire chimed.

“Just great, never had a concussion as lovely as this.”

Pariston laughed lightly, as if Ging had told an actual joke before he tilted his head just a tad to the side. “I removed that pesky scarf from your head, I hope you don’t mind. I have to say, a werewolves’ ears are quite sensitive, even while they are passed out.”

Ging grimaced, “I hope you had your fill of touching my ears, because that will never happen again.” His ears twitched involuntary at the thought of someone else coming close to them.

“That’s a shame. It’s my first time I’ve had the pleasure with one of your kind, so I’m naturally curious. You should brush your teeth more often, by the way, I think I spotted some discolorations on your fangs.”

“Did you put your disgusting spider fingers in my mouth?”

“I may have sneaked a peak at the unique canines of a wolf, how truly fascinating!” Ging wasn’t sure if it was the concussion, or the thought of Pariston prying around in his mouth, that got him close to throwing up on himself.

“So how long are you planning to keep me here, ‘cause it smells like death in here, and I’d rather be anywhere else.”

Pariston, instead of answering, slowly pushed his chair back, and walked leisurely towards Ging. Again, alarm bells rang loudly in his head, even drowning out the numb pain, and the hairs at the back of his neck stood up. But he could not back away, not even when Pariston laid his hand on his head and ruffled through his hair. “To be honest, I was planning to keep you. The relationship between werewolves and vampires can be quite beneficial to both, if they are willing to set aside their differences.” His face came uncomfortably close to Gings, and the werewolf pondered if he could somehow manage to lunge forward and bite the others nose off. “You could go outside in the daylight, and run any errands and surveillance as is needed, and in exchange we can give you the security to hunt whatever and whoever, as much as your wild heart pleases.”

Ging spit, with precision, on Paristons right cheek, who in return jumped a few feet back, hastily grabbed a tissue from his suit, and tried to clean himself. “I don’t care much for hunting whoever. I’m a simple man, a couple of sheep every few weeks keep me satisfied. You’re disguising yourself as human, while I have kept my humanity intact.”

The vampire stopped wiping at his cheek, and tilted his head again, lips curled again in a playful manner. “Ah~ So it’s like that. A good boy who never bites the shepherd’s hand, never reaps the sheep he’s guarding. Of course, you wouldn’t want to associate with degenerates like us, would you?”

Slowly, carefully, he stepped closer to Gings side again, but stopped at the edge of the table. “Are you hungry, Ging? I will happily release you back to your herd, but I would be a horrible host if I didn’t offer you some food first.”

“Does a good host tie his guests to chairs?” Gings head still felt heavy, and he used most of his energy just to keep his eyes focused on the other. Naturally, he was hungry, wanting to recharge on energy. How long had it been again since he had hunted anything?

Pariston lifted the cloche to reveal a piece of meat, still steaming, served with a side of green asparagus and a couple of wedged potatoes.

“My specialty, filet mignon. Rare, ‘kissed by the flame’, served with a side of asparagus and rosemary-potatoes.”

The smell hit Gings nostrils, and he started salivating. He watched Pariston cut into the meat, like a knife cutting into hot butter, the meat seemed tender, and revealed its inner reddish pink. And for a second, Ging had forgotten whatever they had just been talking about. He just saw food, ready to be ate, to satisfy this hunger he had been carrying around. It was just when Pariston turned towards him, fork in hand, flashing another toothy grin, that Ging realized.

“This is- “Before the sentence could leave his lips, Paristons hand was firmly grabbing his jaw. “It’s bad manners to say you don’t like something before you’ve even tried it.”

Ging dug his nails into the chair he was bound to, tried to rip free from the ropes, tried to release his jaw from the vampire’s iron grip. But all in vain.

If he had eaten before going on this mission, or if he could have been thinking clear without a head injury, maybe then he would have had a chance.

But instead, Pariston pressed his mouth open, and insistently pushed the fork carrying a piece of the filet into the werewolf’s’ mouth.

Various images flashed in front of his inner eye. His son Gon, so small, how he promised him he’d be able to grow up between humans and live like one of them. Cheadle, who trusted him with her own life, and the life of everyone in Yorknew, whose kindness had saved his life. And the nameless corpse, faceless human, whose flesh Ging was eating. Pariston brushed the meat off the work on Gings teeth, and held his mouth closed. As if practiced, he moved his ring finger just under the others jaw, and imitated chewing motions with it.

Slowly, the taste of the meat spread through Gings mouth, coating everything. He did not notice when he started to chew by himself. Or when he finally swallowed the bite. Paristons hand was still on his jaw, though it was no longer in a firm grasp but merely resting there as a ghosting touch.

“How did you like it, Ging?” The vampires voice was just above a whisper, and for the first time since he had seen him, Ging saw something other than a dangerous abyss in the others’ eyes. There was no comfort in them, no reassurance or regret. But suddenly he felt like he could understand him. Not entirely, not his existence or his person, but something in his core.

“More.” Gings voice was strained, hungry, mournful. For the first time in his life, he felt his humanity ripped away from him. And yet he could not care less. All he could care about in the moment was to feed, to indulge in this primal need that he had kept himself from for so long.

Pariston brushed his thumb over Gings cheekbone, “Good boy.”

He proceeded to feed the werewolf the rest of the steak, though he no longer had to motivate him to chew, or open his mouth.

After just a couple of minutes, it was all gone, and Ging let his head hang forward. His face felt hot and flushed, and he licked over his canines and incisors in a desperate attempt to recover any more of the sweet, rich taste he had indulged in. He had consumed human flesh, which he had sworn to never do. To never loose this part of his humanity, to keep this moral ground. And it all got thrown out the window. His heart ached with disappointment and regret.

A hand lifted his chin, and he starred back into those deep brown eyes who did this to him. “Do you think you want to go back to the village? Play the good sheepdog?” Pariston leaned forward, resting his hands on each of Gings shoulders, whispering in a light tone into his ear, “Do you think you can? Now that you know what you’d be missing.” His left hand gently cupped his cheek. “You don’t have to. I’m giving you an option to come with me. Soon we’ll leave this village, and head west towards the next. Join us, and you can taste to your hearts content.” As Pariston pulled back, his lips briefly brushed over Gings skin, chased by shivers and goosebumps.

“Why me? You’ve seemed to be fine hunting so far.” Ging flexed against the tight ropes again.

“Because you intrigue me, Ging Freecs. I want to know more about werewolves, about what they are capable of.  What you are capable of.”

With a snap, the ropes came off one after another, a demonstration of Paristons finely sharpened nails. He stood up straight and extended a hand towards the wolf, a devilish smile on his lips. “Will you indulge me, Ging?”

And Ging pondered if he would.

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Any ideas on how knuckle, Pariston, and Hisoka would flirt with a crush?

This is my last ask and if I don’t get more I’m going to start to spend the day thinking up what kind of tiktoks I think everyone has.  Pariston: So like, I feel like Pariston’s need to hurt people would still be present if he was flirting with someone, but I think it’d manifest differently if he legitimately had a crush on them.  He’d probably do a lot of horrible things to you behind the scenes just so he can seem like a savior for helping. Really he’d just be setting himself up to be the first person you turn to in distress. That way he can always be around to watch you cry. He’d probably even offer you comfort, or a compliment that wasn’t backhanded, just to build up that trust. At first it’d definitely be pretty off-putting to have someone so— just, awful, acting so nice to you. You might even start to doubt all of the evil things people have claimed he’s done. The less subtle torment would start once he has a hold on you, but until then the series of unfortunate events that he turned your life into will make him seem like a knight in shining armor. You’d never know he was the one who broke into your house, leaving the door wide open, and letting your cat escape. You’d think it was so sweet that he offered to help you look, but in  reality he’d just love watching how distressed and erratic the whole ordeal made you. Hisoka: Well, since he’s basically fight-sexual he’d probably try to fight, but assuming he could experience normal human feelings like a crush I’m sure there’d be more to it. He might bungeegum you where you’re standing just so he can shower you with compliments all while wearing his shit eating grin, because he knows you kind of hate it and can’t do anything about it. You WILL know he has a crush on you and he will absolutely not let you go a second without knowing it, because he’s the type to be up someones ass if he wants them. FFS, how long did he chase around trying to get his fight with Chrollo? He really honest to god joined a gang just to be near him. Imagine that but throw feeling affectionate into the mix. He’d probably always be doing shitty little things to get a rise out of you. You know, so you’ll wanna fight. But also because he thinks its cute when people are annoyed with him. But you know what, I also don’t doubt that he’d try to make you laugh sometimes too. He’s chaotic and you’ll never know whats coming to you. Knuckle: I don’t feel like Knuckle would be the type to have a crush on someone he didn’t already kind of know, so flirting for him would be so awkward since the friendship would already be established.  You’d be able to tell when his feelings for you shifted, when suddenly his comfort around you changes so drastically. It’d be like he forgot how to sit or stand and what to do with his hands, so he’d just be constantly moving around trying to just do something with himself. Like, he feel like just sitting there with you and talking would make him explode. In conversation, he’d randomly say something really sweet to you without thinking, like how much he loves your eyes, and immediately get flustered and insult you a little bit to bring balance back to his nerves. He’d feel bad about saying something mildly hurtful to you, and he wouldn’t know how to apologize, so he’d probably just show you pictures of cute animals on his phone or turn the conversation to something he knew you liked. If you never make it clear that you return the affection this could go on forever. Once he’s a little more sure that he won’t be flat out rejected he might just sort of… shout that he wants to take you to dinner. A comfortable Knuckle would be smooth (but dorky) as fuck, don’t get me wrong, but it’d take a long while of him processing his feelings to get there. He’d be so endearingly bad at flirting. 

[naysaltysalmon]

Got any HC on the adult trio and Pariston would flirt/seduce a crush?

i think Pariston and Ging’s dynamic (and before he was killed, Pariston and Netero’s implied dynamic) is already telling enough of how they flirt lmao: swinging their dicks egos around trying to get on the other’s nerves until they explode.

otherwise i can totally see Pariston being that guy who pretends to be That Asshole just to dick around with people at the club while other people think he’s actually being serious and he hums contentedly to himself as he sits alone at the bar with the bartender giving him the “wtf dude” face.

as for Ging, he doesn’t know what a sex or a romance is. his one and only love is Adventure™.

random hc abt the adult trio: Cheadle and Ging fucked at some point and that’s one of the main reasons why she’s 100% done with Zodiacs and life. (no she isn’t Gon’s mom and no don’t @ me abt this laskdjfalskdfa)

thank u for your time. have i mentioned Pariston is one of my fav characters bc holy shit that absolute madman of a bastard.

[jyuanka]

I just thought of some Leorio/Cheadle questions! How easy/difficult is it to upset either of them to the point of tears? How likely are they to cry in from of others? In front of each other?

Sorry this took a while to answer, I had to actually thinkabout it. Also, it includes a lot of bullshit that I thought connected toyour questions. Rambling ahead.

The first thing I thought about, which I feel is connectedto the question, is that both recycle sadness into other emotions, and I imagineboth don’t allow themselves to be sad for long periods of time. Leorio recycleshis sadness into anger, Cheadle recycles her sadness into resentment, and bothdraw motivation from that.

They are both self-conscious, take things personally, andend up offended a lot, but I do think it’s not easy to drive them to tears, preciselybecause they choose to channel feelings of sadness into other things.

Leorio is more likely to lash out than cry, or he’d sulk, orchange the subject, and the only time he cries in canon comes after hours ofanxiety and worry and frustration at himself and people around him. He’sholding it all in because he needs to keep his shit together, it only takes forGon to show up for Leorio to crumble. He was probably already on the verge oftears the whole time, he just coats it in anger and grumpiness but when Gonturns out alive, he instantly loses that self-consciousness and composure.

With Cheadle it’s more ambiguous and up to interpretation, thereare hints of her personal grievances and envies, but she’s actively turningthem into plans to get what she wants, and we never really see her sad incanon. I do think it’s hard to make her cry, especially when she’s playingpretend in her Dog persona, which isn’t an honest reflection of her truecharacter. When Pariston humiliates her by stepping down and declaring herChairman, Cheadle has to confront him with anger because the alternative, I imagine,is breaking down in tears, and that isn’t something she allows herself to do.

When Gon comes out alive, Leorio’s anger vanishes; there’sno reason to be angry anymore. At that moment, he loses his self-consciousness, she doesn’t.

So now, I think, is that they both cry when there’s nothing tangibleto be angry about and no one to project their sadness onto in the form ofanger. They both live their sadness and misery alone, and do their crying whenit just becomes too much and whatever is keeping them composed snaps (Leorio ischeerful for his friends, even when he’s hurting: staying optimistic for Gon inthe car after the elections even when he’s feeling shitty. Cheadle has toremain sturdy and in control because she has a job to carry out and it isn’ttime to wallow in personal grievances).

Basically, they both recollect themselves pretty quickly.

I can’t see Cheadle crying in front of others, certainly notcolleagues or random Hunters, even more so now that she’s their president. It reallydepends on the situation (I think she cried by herself when Netero died, butnot in the funeral. Next day she was as pristine and seemingly unaffected asever). Leorio is more likely to cry in front of people, and less likely to beembarrassed about it. I like to imagine as he grows older he loses that specificinhibition and kinda cries a lot (but if you ask him why he’s crying he’ll justgrimace and revert to defensiveness).

Also yeah, they’re both very defensive of their sadness, andthe things that make them sad and drive them to tears. Probably why it isn’tsomething they particularly like to share with others (note here that Leorionever really talks about his past. The only time he does was for expositionpurposes after Kurapika insists to know. I imagine Cheadle is pretty much thesame, too).

As for how likely they are to cry in front of each other, ithappens mostly on the phone. Sometimes work is too much, sometimes someone who couldhave been saved dies, sometimes something from their past crops up and it stillhurts; it’s frustrating I’m drifting away work sucks I almost died and I justwanna see you kinds of tears.

(Here, for self-indulgence: the first time she sees him crybecause of something benign is on their first date. First date as in “We’vebeen a Thing for more than a year and we never really had a date”.

Cheadle is so meticulous about everything. It’s in a naturereserve owned by the Association, there are hanging lights and rare species offish that glow in the dark and sprawling green pastures, it’s all for them untildawn it’s like a fairy tale. She loved fairy tales since she was a kid and bygod she’s gonna replicate the atmosphere. Leorio just breaks down because nobody’sever done something like that for him; it’s a mix of embarrassment and shameand gratitude and love and he’s just like: “We could’ve just eaten at arestaurant you know?” and Cheadle just goes: “You don’t become the president ofthe Hunter Association without some privileges. I’m exploiting them.”)

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I'm really worried about Leorio in this arc. Like he hasn't seen half the shit Kurapika's been through and not even a quarter of half the shit Killua and Gon have been through. And this arc seems like/was stated to be even worse than the chimera ant arc? He's gonna get thrust in the middle of all of it! Thought it might also be his time to shine. Kurapika's def gonna get hurt and while he can heal himself normally he won't be able to if he's passed out/weakened from emperor time.

Yeee definitly agreed. Some shits are going to go down and that’s going to be hard.

I love Kurapika with all my heart but tbh I really wanted this arc to be more Leorio centric. I’m still a bit frustrated we didn’t get much of him, but I think the arc can set up a few things for him now if the storyline takes it.

and if it does? Leorio is going to suffer.

The thing is that, I think the main four are complementary in a sort of way when it comes to their respective trauma. Gon’s was dormant and truly kicked in in the CA arc when everything happened to Kite. He actively tried to confront that trauma and it ended badly. Killua’s was always kinda there and is still there, without exactly being addressed directly by Killua - he’s slowly recovering without exactly realizing it since it’s just by being away from a toxic environment that he’s doing better.Kurapika's trauma is still vivid and active and he’s completely aware of it, and he deals with it with the most unhealthy ways possible, and like Gon he tries to confront him.

If we go by that logic, Leorio’s trauma happened officially pre-canon with the death of his friend, and he had tried to recover as much as possible in the most healthy ways (how he’s becoming a doctor to prevent this loss to happen again). 

Out of the Four, it’s true Leorio is the one who suffered the least, and he’s the one who moved on from the trauma that kickstarted his plotline - as much as we can say, he recovered. 

Which is in itself a good theme when it comes down to it, but since it’s not exactly exploited by the narrative, it’s not exactly obvious and I doubt it was meant to be a point in itself but more a set up.

If it is a set up, we saw already a bit of payoff thus far. The multiple times he worred about Kurapika before the end of the York New Arc and grew concerned was one part, and his direct reaction to almost losing Gon was extremely frightening for him. It’s eventually what led him to ask the Zodiacs if they could find a way to get to Kurapika. 

I think that, at this point of the story, Leorio is more worried for his friends than ever. In the begining of the story he mostly focuses on his goal, becoming a doctor in order to be able to prevent the harm that could happen to people, but he ended up feeling extremely guilty in the Election arc where, after all this studying, he still wasn’t there when his friends were suffering, and he couldn’t have done anything to prevent it - and now again he was powerless.

Even when Gon wakes up Leorio still feels guilty for not having been there when all those troubles with Killua and Gon happened - he mentions it especially when Gon mentions the “horrible things” he said to Killua, which means more than saving his life, Leorio wanted to have been here to prevent all those bad things to happen, to even talk with them if possible.

Which is imo why he tried to reach out for Kurapika a bit more and ended up asking the Zodiac for a favor - because he wasn’t there previously and his friends ended up near death. And it’s all good to be able to help people, but if you’re not there when it happens, what’s the point?

I’m still a little unsure about that because as much as i love Leorio caring for his friends, I would have loved a more “Leorio-centric” narrative, but as the story is going on, I wonder if the catalyst won’t be even more harm happening to his closed ones and eventually re-traumatizing him, and having him try to do something about it.

That’s why I’ve kinda been thinking that Kurapika may not die but will be badly harmed by the end of the arc and it may bring oil on the fire for Leorio. But at the same time i’m still a bit doubtful, because a repetitive narrative can be either extremely clever as parallelism, or downright stupid because it’s basically the same thing. But it’s been in the back of my mind for a while, since it would find a place among Leorio’s themes in general.

Personally, I would wish to see him more involved with the Zodiacs and uses his political position as a means to an end. I would love to see more of his training too, but I don’t have any precise idea of where it could go from that point on in order to explore that.

All i still wish for though, is that - Leorio is supposed to be busy on the lower levels of the ship. Kurapika is dealing with the princes now, but Leorio is down there, far from the political fighting.

Mizai had said that riots started happening on the lower levels, and I want to know if it’s going to bring somewhere, especially with Leorio who’s after all, working in that aera. It would be an opportunity to open up a plot line for him.

If we can’t have a totally centric Leorio arc like I wish, there’s still the fact the Troupe and Hisoka are also on those lower levels. At best, Leorio could get involved because he knows them and can try to come up with ways to limitate the damages (also it could also finally explore why Hisoka took an interest on him in the Hunter Exam by having those two at least having a conversation.). At worst, if it’s not entierely Leorio-centric, he could be worried that learning the Troupe is on board would be of harm for Kurapika and try to deal with it for it.

Regardless, I still believe the arc will be divided in, well, 3 for now. First part was the introduction we saw so far, until the departure of the boat, second would be the Succession War and everything happening on the Boat to the Dark Continent. Lastly, the Exploration of the Dark Continent itself.

I think it may be why the likes of Ging and Pariston hadn’t been seen again since the Succession War sub-arc started. The introduction would have set the players for the following arcs, and the Dark Continent exploration would be a complete different story.

Kurapika’s entiere purpose for participating in that arc is the Succession War (which again is one of the reason I think he’ll be out of commission by the end of this pat). Leorio, however, promised to help alongside Cheadle with every means he could, and I believe it might be that he’ll therefore be a more major player in the Exploration of the Dark Continent itself.

Whenever it would be to further his own storyline, which i really hope for, or to help wounded friends (after all, one of the wonders of the Dark Continent includes a rice that makes you life longer, that would come handy), i think Leorio would have more of a plotline in the Dark Continent Itself.

(especially even more if the Dark Continent would head up into a commentary about collonialism the way the CA arc had a commentary about war, and that I think (really take it with a grain of salt bc it’s something i’ve been thinking to myself for a while) that therefore Nanika’s powers could have been a forshadow of the commentary itself - for your selfish gain you will only get suffering, a suffering the next people involved, regardless of their own intend, will pay even harder, but if you’re there because you want to help, if you work it out of love, either toward the land/the person or toward the people you’re trying to help, you may find a welcome. I think it was stated that the guardian of the DC wouldn’t let a lot of people in, and we saw the scientific team talking about the DC only see horrors from the people who came back - yet apparently Don Freecss, who embrassed and loved the new land, could benefits from its goodness.)(and i’m completely overanalysing so don’t take that part any seriously until we get any confirmation, because for now we don’t know anything.)

Also the Zodiac are planning on letting all the people on the Boat (aside from those who are actively working on the exploration of the dark continent) into an Unknown Continent, I suppose eventually a few stuff could happen there, at least as it would come to organize the people who will be brought there.

I’m really scared for what’s to come though because ye, it seems to be going in a dark path, and things are going to get tense. And I worry too that Leorio’s “lack of drama” (for lack of better word) will eventually backlash on him getting even worse on his head.

The problem is that so far the most I can think about is him reacting to his friends and... While on one way I consider it to be in character, and it’s not a shame for character to be dedicated to their friends (a lot of Killua’s storyline centers a lot more around helping Gon that it does on his own goal, textually so. And Leorio’s goal is, as a mean to an end, a way to help people, among those, his friends.). 

On the other, I would love a storyline that would explore much more about Leorio, first because I really want to see him evolve and see him going through stuff, and second because I don’t want to hear anything about how he’s not interesting or useless or any Bad Word Of The Month people use on him. And the sad truth is that people who’s goal are usually really “caring” centric are often sidelined, both by the narrative and the fandom, more than once.

So in recap, i do think he’ll get involved in the plotline and he will end up getting in danger in one way or another. But I also believe he will be more involved either with the Zodiac or with the Exploration, and maybe with the Riots on the boat, which could be an excellent opportunity to explore much, much more of him. Even if you have to use other people’s suffering to come there, i just wish at least it wouldn’t break him.

I’m still hopeful for Leorio’s involvement and story arc, but ye, there’s no way it will happen without suffering. Brace for it.

All of that being said, there’s still a lot this arc has to offer and Togashi had always managed to surprise us in one way or another, and he always added stuff to the scenario that we couldn’t exactly anticipate. Notice that all I say is my overanalysis of current information that might be completely wrong after a next update because of new elements. I totally believe Togashi can be completely misleading, and that he will bring the story where it has to be brought and that it will be interesting.  But we can’t predict it, even with all the amount of overinterpretation one can use.

Take care!!