#especially uvogin and chrollo they screamed

[dear-bunnie]

I know the day Shalnark cut his hair the phantom troupe mourned for weeks.

[vanillinwrites]

How do you think the Phantom Troupe members will react to the reader almost passing out while having sex with them?

// Yandere phantom troupe members react to darling nearly passing out during sex with them // 

I kept the reason darling nearly passed out vague, since the yanderes wouldn't know the reason, and because one isn't specified. ( However, my assumptions when writing these were something related to fear or nervousness, weakness or pain, or a pre-existing medical condition or some sort- so these can be read with those scenarios in mind, but doesn’t have to be. ) 

Warnings: nsfw, dub-con / non-con, sorta somnophilia, some of these are fluffy and sweet but some are a little bit dark 

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Yanderes that are worried about you, immediately stopping what they had been doing to comfort you and make sure you’re ok. 

Chrollo, uvogin, illumi

Chrollo- 

Chrollo is so romantic and caring towards you, he always takes great care and precision in caring for you- from undressing you to preparing you for him, he’s diligent and incredibly in tune with your needs and desires. 

He kisses down your body with fervor, mouth hot and tongue insistent at all your weak spots, hands following close behind, trailing down your body as well. You’re perfect- soft and beautiful and all his his his. He’s always enamored with the sounds you make, nearly overwhelmed with the pleasure he always gives you, he always loves the face you make, face all flushed and eyes hazy with pleasure. 

That’s why it catches him so off guard when he notices the way you seem less steady; even while laying down, it’s obvious you’re growing dizzy, disoriented, face becoming slightly paler. Your hands grip at the sheets, knuckles nearly white from the force. 

“My love, are you alright?” he asks, stopping whatever he’d been doing to give his full attention to your face and your words. He can't hide the worry in his voice, nor the worried expression he wears. How could he even think to hide such things when you’re so unsteady in his arms. 

“Do you need me to stop?” he soothes- he won't mind if you do need to stop, or slow down- after all, you’re the light of his life, everything he does is for you. Besides, he’d never turn down the opportunity to dote on you and take care of you. 

Uvogin- 

Uvogin is aware he can be overwhelming- from the overzealous roughness of his touch to the sheer size of him, he knows that sex with you can be overwhelming for you, and, if he’s not careful, even painful. That’s why he’s always so careful with you, doing his best to go slow and take good care of you- you, his darling. Because he adores you, and he needs you to enjoy the things he does to you. He needs to see your mouth fall open in a moan so loud it’s nearly a scream, he needs to hear the way your scream out his name. 

When you start to become overwhelmed, body growing shaky and fingers and thighs trembling, he eases up immediately, slowly coming to a stop. Had he gotten too caught up in the moment? Had he gotten a little rough with you? He’s gotten used to watching for signs of discomfort in you, always a little too aware of the way you struggle to take him, so he notices immediately when you start to feel out of it. 

“Hey, you alright?” he asks you. “Was that too much?” he knows he caught your discomfort before it could get bad, with you already looking like you're doing a little better. You’ve stopped trembling so much, face growing a little less flushed, eyes returning from the edge of teariness. He runs a comforting hand through your hair, down your back, pulling you close to him. “I’ve got you, you’re alright.” 

Illumi- 

Of course illumi notices when you start to act distant, nothing ever gets past those wide eyes, especially not when they’re so focused on you- on your face and your body and those sounds you make that make him so hot he can hardly stand it. The first thing he notices is your sounds, growing less so pleasured and more so desperate in a way that almost sounds like pain, and is definitely discomfort. 

“Darling?” he asks, not yet letting up on the motion of his movements, “is it too much?” it’s hard for him to tell how you’re feeling at any given moment- after all, he’s mastered being able to push through any discomfort, but you haven't, you’re so sweet and gentle compared to him, and he needs to remind himself of that often to avoid pushing you too far. 

You nod weakly, a little embarrassed, and a little nervous to disappoint him. He stops his movements instantly, as if you had stopped him yourself. His eyes watch you as you take a moment you steady yourself, obviously trying to gather the strength and composure to explain yourself. And he’d let you explain, but not right now. 

“Don't speak, let me get you something to drink, and help you get cleaned up.” he knows by now you wont fight him on this, when he made up his mind about something it was made. He hates the thought of you in pain, especially from him. Whatever he did to overwhelm you, he’ll make it right. 

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Yanderes that don’t stop, either too caught up in the moment or simply uncaring if you do pass out- after all, they’ll take care of you. 

Feitan, phinks, nobunaga, shalnark 

Feitan- 

You feel too good- wrapped around him like a vice, squeezing so tight. It makes him almost dizzy himself, so when he watches your eyes grow hazy and your body starts to tremble, he thinks very little of it. Maybe even thinks it’s good, afterall, he loves knowing he has an effect on you. 

It takes him a minute to realize how unsteady you are, not dizzy with pleasure necessarily but more so dizzy as you grapple with the edge of consciousness. “Too much?” he asks, voice tight, as he continues to push into you. He watches you nod, shaking hands reaching out to him to steady yourself. 

He lets you tangle your arms around his shoulders, lets you seek out the sensations you need to keep you grounded, but he doesn't stop. He slows down, so slow he’s nearly stopped, but feitan continues to roll his hips into you in a desperate attempt to not let this end. Even just this is more that enough- benign buried to the hilt inside you is perfect, how can he complain when you’re so fucked out that you can hardly stay coherent. 

“So good for me.” he whispers as he forces you to take it. The pace is slow but so so deep, and he watches your face with an intensity that doesn't help you calm down at all, but a part of you really wants to be good for him, so you fight not to struggle against him as you struggle equally hard to stay awake. 

Phinks- 

Phinks always struggles to hold back, especially with you- his beloved darling, but he’d been so sure that he’d been doing a good job at not going too rough, not fucking you as hard and fast as he wanted to- and god, he wants to. 

It catches him off guard when you look up at him with such hazy eyes, lip worried between your teeth, clearly overwhelmed and uncomfortable. Fuck, fuck. “Hey, you’re alright.” he soothes, shifting his weight to free a hand to push your hair away from your face. Looking closer, he can see the telltale signs of being near losing consciousness- the sweat, the paleness, the trembling. He hates that it isn't an immediate turn off- he hates that even with you so uncomfortable he desperately needs to fuck you through the orgasm that he’s sure is going to tear through him. Just a little more. 

“Stay with me, stay with me.” he encourages, looming over you and arranging you into a better position, one where you can relax completely against the sheets. It makes him feel guilty, knowing even now he wont stop, but the way the new position seems to help you eases that guilt a little bit, enough for him to breathe a sigh of relief and continue to rut into you. “fuck, just a little more.” he soothes, watching as you nod nearly incomprehensibly. 

Your perfect, he’s sure he’s close- was even before you started to get hazy from it all, but the way you lay back and take it- so willing, even now- has him fucking into you with a reckless adandon. 

Nobunaga- 

It takes nobunaga a minute to realize how out of it you are- after all, aren't you meant to be hazy, shaky, absolutely desperate? Aren't you meant to be unable to form words, too far gone in the pleasure he gives you? His delusional mind thinks so, and he does love the sight of your flushed cheeks and your desperate gaze. 

“Can't take any more?” he asks you, watching the way your face changes as you struggle to comprehend his words. You shake your head, desperate to convey how lightheaded and uncertain you feel. “What’s that? Use your words.” he encourages, but quickly fucks himself into you harder, deeper, faster, and any words on your lips fail, all you can manage is a choked gasp as you feel any thought youd managed to scrape up disappear back into the void of your mind. 

You look so good he can't help but kiss you- his lips pressed seamlessly to yours, tongue invading your mouth. It can help your overwhelmed state, he’s sure, but it does serve to pull more of those cute little noises from you, swallowed up in the kiss. 

“Got nothing to say? That’s alright, I know what you need.” nobunaga knows your body well by now, he knows how to bring you closer and closer to the edge, he knows how to make you squirm and whimper, and he’s certain that he’ll be able to push you over the edge of consciousness as well. The very thought of being allowed to fuck your unconscious body has him fucking into you with renewed fervor. 

Shalnark- 

Shalnark notices fast the way your breath grows ragged, the way your eyes grow teary. It makes him smile, he’s too much for you, already got you on the edge of consciousness and he’s just getting started.“You’re so cute.” he’s not going to stop, not when you look like THIS, fucked out and desperate and teary eyed. He leans down to press a kiss to your lips, charmed by the way you clumsily reciprocate, likely on instinct, because it’s obvious your mind is somewhere else- or, more likely, your mind isn't anywhere right now. 

Shalnark never has trouble taking more from you than you can handle, and this is no different, in fact, this is even more so the case because you can't seem to beg him to stop. “take it, take it.” he accentuates each word with a particularly deep thrust into you, forcing a desperate cry from your lips each time. You seem a little too far gone to really decide if you need to stop or not, so he’ll decide for you, he doesn't mind. “don't worry baby, you’re alright.” 

Even if it’s too much for a cute little thing like you to handle, shalnark knows he isnt hurting you, and that gives him all the certainty he needs to continue fucking into you like he so desperately wants. And if you lose consciousness, it will only further establish the power he had over you, allowing him to truly do anything he wants with you. It’s perfect, so please, feel free to let go. “you can let go if you want. I’ve got you.”

[atticuswritesstuff]

Kiss Me In the Rain Yandere!Chrollo x GN!Reader Oneshot

Summary: You find a glimmer of happiness in the pouring rain.

Warnings: sfw, forced captivity, very brief mentions of violence, injury, blood, and murder, unedited

Word count: 1.1k

You were jolted out of your sleep by the sound of a loud rumbling.

"Relax, darling," It took a moment to reorient yourself. You had fallen asleep using Chrollo's thigh as your pillow, his coat was covering a portion of your body. All the spiders glanced over at you, "It was just thunder."

You sat up, looking into his dark grey eyes, they were as soft as ever.

Just thunder?

The empty warehouse you had stayed in had several windows that allowed you to see out into the night air, you could see flashes here and there, but the thunder was few and far between.

"You ok?" Chrollo asked, caressing your cheek with his thumb as your eyes flitted around.

You nodded, you were ok.

You took his jacket off your body, giving it back to him so he wasn't just shirtless. Folding your legs under you, you stretched your arms upwards, the concrete slab you had been laying on was anything but comfortable, you managed to fall asleep anyway.

Chrollo watched you carefully, as he had been for the past two hours as you slept. Eyes alternating between his book and your sleeping figure. It was the first time you were allowed out of the house in several months, so you being alarmed by the sound of thunder wasn't concerning to him. They really had no intense weather where the two of you had lived.

"Do you need anything? Water?" Chrollo questioned.

You shook your head no.

He sighed, deciding to stop asking you questions when he knew you weren't going to speak anyway.

It had been like this for two months.

"Y/n?"

You were frozen in place, the sight of the man who just attempted to kidnap you dead on the floor made you scream. Even more so with his blood all over Chrollo's hands.

You couldn't tell if it was from your shock from your own knife wounds, or if it was how you just watched Chrollo kill him with no hesitation.

You couldn't form a single coherent sentence after that.

Chrollo observed over time as your behavior changed, you were defiant before, akin to a wild animal that could not be tamed. Now, you were docile, silent, helpless.

You stopped eating as much, never touching the breakfast or lunch he offered, only eating a handful of food at dinner, no dessert.

Sleep was few and far between, you often jolted out of bed thinking someone was coming back to hurt you, so naps like the one you had just taken were a blessing in disguise for both you and Chrollo.

You couldn't stand loud noises anymore. Likewise, anyone moving too fast made you flinch and cower, you thought they were going to grab you like the men did that night.

Chrollo also noticed how dependent you were becoming because of it. Despite him technically being your first captor, the men coming for you that night scared you so bad you stopped hating him. Whenever you were allowed, you draped yourself over him, enjoying the safety of his arms. You silently pleaded to be taken out of your basement room so you could sleep with him, something Chrollo had waited a year for. You made yourself as small as possible, curling up against him most nights, although you didn't sleep much.

Over time, you became weak, frail. Any muscle tone you had disappeared with your appetite and hypervigilance, you hadn't trained in about a year now, so you were just skin and bones.

Chrollo really couldn’t complain, he went from your kidnapper to your safety, that was all he could really ask for.

You hadn't paid attention to the mildness of the weather at home, but for some reason, the rain that started to drizzle outside was calling your name.

Standing up, you eyed the window, then the large open doorway on the other side of the warehouse. The smell of the night air was beckoning, rain like this wasn't common around Chrollo's luxurious house, but it reminded you of home.

You slowly started inching towards the door, surprised that you weren't ordered to come back.

In reality, Chrollo was watching your every move, ready to jump up to get you should anything happen. When you were only feet away from the door, Uvogin moved to get you, but Chrollo just held up a firm hand. Uvo sat back down, waiting, watching, as did the rest of the spiders.

It wasn't like you to go this far.

You stood in front of the doorway now, only inches away from the pouring rain. The wet grass, a vibrant green even in the night, beckoned to be touched. The night air smelled sweet.

You stuck your hands out in the rain, letting several droplets collect in your hand. The summer air had warmed the rain, creating a pleasant feeling on your skin.

The spiders were shocked but said nothing, most of them keeping trained eyes on you. Chrollo was the most surprised but allowed you to continue, it had been a while since you had gained any confidence in yourself.

You hesitated as you took your shoes and socks off, leaving them at the doorway and taking a step out into the rain.

You gazed up at the sky, a mixture of rain and night air hitting your face. You hummed happily, smiling as the rain-drenched your clothes and hair.

Chrollo smiled as he sauntered toward you, you were digging your toes into the wet grass, holding your palms upward so you could feel the rain.

He leaned against the warehouse door, observing you as you stood there, you were completely drenched, but that didn't matter to you.

"Darling," Chrollo beckoned, gaining your attention. He held his hand out to you, "You should come in, you're soaked. Wouldn't want to catch a cold now, would you?"

You frowned, looking back down at the rain collecting on your hands.

For the first time in months, Chrollo heard you speak.

"But love, it's so pretty." You hummed, smiling at the rain.

Chrollo was shocked, not only did you speak, you were smiling.

You grabbed his hand gently, tugging on it to guide him out into the rain. Chrollo relented, for your sake, your eyes locked in his.

You looked up at the sky, "See?"

He looked up too, marveling at you found something so simple as rain to be pretty.

“Yes darling, I see now,” He replied, wanting to keep you content, “I didn’t know you enjoyed the rain so much.”

You hummed, still staring upwards.

Chrollo watched a certain light come back to your eyes, one he had not seen for a long time. It was refreshing to see that sparkle of curiosity and wonder painted on your face, especially when he thought you would never find your happiness again.

He cupped your face gently, wanting you to look at him. Your gaze was soft, but his was intensely somber, almost too much for you to bear the weight of.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked quietly.

Your eyes flitted down to his lips before nodding.

Chrollo’s lips face you warmth in the lukewarm rain, your hands rested on his wrists as they held your face, keeping you afloat.

As soft as his kiss was passionate, you smiled against his lips, “Pretty.”

“Pretty?” Chrollo echoed, not understanding you the first time.

You nodded, “Pretty.”

He smiled, wrapping his arm around you, now completely soaked as well, “Thank you, darling.”

[silentexplorer18]

The Nights I Hold You Close

Summary: As painful memories from your past are brought to the forefront of your mind, you have difficulties sleeping. Feitan notices and provides a surprising amount of support.

Pairing: Feitan Portor x Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, flashbacks, nervousness.

Word Count: 3,000+

Note: I was going through my old drafts and found a few I hadn't posted. I really liked this one, so here it is. Hopefully it brings everyone some joy!

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Night watch was almost always boring, which was never a good thing. However, lately two things in particular were making it worse. First, your latest mission with the Troupe—the mission you were currently guarding the hideout for—had stirred some deeply unpleasant memories from the forgotten abyss of your psyche, resulting in flashbacks and other horrors you would rather have avoided. Secondly, Feitan, your closest friend and constant night watch partner, had figured out something was off.

In all honesty, you should have expected it. The lack of sleep, the memories that would flood your brain at random times, the emotional overwhelm in your gut that put your whole body on edge, it was all evident in your—still remarkably subtle—body language. Something was off.

The rest of the Troupe hadn’t realized anything was amiss yet, but that wasn’t particularly surprising either. They didn’t know you as well as Feitan did. How that came to be was partially a mystery. When you’d been accepted into the Troupe, natural ability had placed your skills on par with Feitan. Whenever possible, the two of you gravitated toward partnering up. Eventually, when the group parted for individual pursuits, Feitan had contacted you, asking for backup on a mission. You’d been working together off and on ever since.

It was only natural that he’d notice the subtle change in your demeanor and body language. But that didn’t mean you had to like it. Or want it to happen, for that matter.

Your only saving grace was that he hadn’t figured out exactly what was bothering you. However, with the quiet, exhausting nights watching for enemies that would never come, it was only a matter of time before he figured it out. Or asked.

If he asked you directly, you wouldn’t lie. You trusted him, and, although he would never say it, he trusted you to some degree as well. You wouldn’t dare put that trust in jeopardy.

But that didn’t mean the glances he kept giving you weren’t unnerving. It didn’t mean you wanted to tell him the truth, even though you would.

He’d been staying closer than normal. Usually, even when alone on guard duty, he put some space between the two of you, settling for an upper position while you sat in the middle, staring down the hallway. However, lately he’d been right by your side.

“You quiet tonight,” he said, breaking the silence.

Maybe that was part of why he was figuring things out. You were so tired. The exhaustion had been building for days. The lack of sleep made it more difficult to handle the flashbacks during the day, but sleeping was somehow so much worse.

It was like you were falling and burning all at once. But that’s what you were doing now. It was dark, but oh, so light, nearly blinding behind your eyes. It throbbed against your chest in harsh pulses. A fire? A flame? Your heart? The sun? Yet you were still falling, and your body braced for an impact that would never come. It hurt to breathe, but it didn’t. The screaming was loud but the room was silent. Feitan was silent. Everything was silent.

Your eyes blinked back into focus, seeing again a vision of your friend who was now staring back at you. His eyes were wide, face watching with a surprisingly visible amount of concern. You breathed out through your nose, releasing a breath you hadn’t noticed you were holding.

“Where you go?” he asked gently, watching your vision completely focus in on him again.

You cleared your throat, shifting uncomfortably. You hated when it happened in front of other people, especially him. Usually nobody noticed under the cover of darkness, but he was just so damn attentive. “Somewhere I don’t want to be.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments. Your hands moved to work the dirt out from under your nails. It was a welcome distraction from your mind.

“I go there too.”

You bit your lip, trying not to look as surprised as you felt. Fei was always one to shy away from emotions rather than bring them up. “How do you make it stop?”

His eyes filled with amusement as he looked at you over his bandana. “If I know, I not go anymore.”

You chuckled. “Fair point.”

Neither of you moved as Uvogin and Nobunaga came down the hall. “Ready to tap out?” Uvo asked with a grin. He was far too excitable for the middle of the night. Nobunaga looked much less jovial.

“Are you sure neither of you want to sleep?” you asked. “I can stay for an extra shift.”

They both shook their heads. “We’ll be fine. Besides, there’s not much else to do around here.”

“Well then,” you hopped up, stretching slightly. “Have fun.”

“Yeah,” Nobu nodded, scratching his chin. “Right.”

You headed down the hallway, the moonlight illuminating your path. Feitan followed alongside you, silent as always. His room came first. Regardless, you wouldn’t be going to your room anyway. The nights were awful when your headspace was unpleasant, so you’d been spending much of the night perched on the windowsill at the end of the hall. There was a pond out that way. In the mornings, you could see ducks. It was peaceful.

When Feitan dropped away from you, you reached above your head, stretching out as you continued down the hallway. Your muscles ached; there was nothing to do but train or play games while waiting for Chrollo’s next set of instructions. Sitting and waiting all day was almost as uncomfortable.

You tucked into the corner of the window, gaze trailing the horizon. The trees rustled in the breeze, water rippling gently. The world was so much more beautiful than you’d ever give it credit for. Despite all the atrocities humans created, nature seemed to make small paradises. If only people like you didn’t exist to tarnish them.

A voice to your right startled you, Feitan staring intently from the shadows. “You not sleep?”

You tried to get by with a shrug. “Don’t feel like it.”

“Why?” He knew the answer, but he wanted you to say it. He had a way of prodding things out of you; he was a master interrogator, after all.

You worked the dirt out from under your nails again, grateful for a way to avoid looking at him. “It’s hard to sleep,” you conceded. “Bad dreams.”

“What you dream about?”

He watched as you hesitated, memories threatening to cascade across your vision again. He didn’t want that to happen; he wanted you to feel better. Although he enjoyed working with Phinks, you were his favorite teammate. He didn’t want you to truly suffer.

“Come with me.” He turned, looking back over his shoulder. “We talk in private.”

You hadn’t intended to follow, but before you completely realized what you were doing, Feitan was ushering you into his makeshift room.

A mat was placed on the floor, blanket folded neatly on top of a pillow. Undoubtedly, all of it was stolen. Like the rest of the Troupe, he only brought what he could carry on his person. Everyone traveled light.

He pointed to the mat expectantly, and you sat on the edge of it. He settled beside you, gaze gentle but expectant. “You not tell me what you dream about?”

You bit your lip. Although you trusted Feitan, your dreams were intense, almost too much to verbalize.

He nodded, your silence the answer he needed. Then he frowned, appearing to be deep in thought before turning back to you. “You no need to. But tell why dreams bother you.”

Why they bothered you? “I… I wake feeling frightened and…” you searched for the right word, tongue swiping across your lip as you avoided his gaze. “Alone.”

“You sleep here tonight?” he offered. To anyone else, he would’ve sounded nonchalant and uncaring, but the fact that he offered was jarringly compassionate in and of itself. He stood, walking away from the mat towards the other side of the room. It wasn’t large, but there was enough to create a sizable distance between the two of you.

But it was too much, too nice of him. You were a Hunter. You were a Spider. You should have been able to handle something as trivial—and common to both of those professions—as nightmares. “I couldn’t impose,” you said, already moving to stand up. Your room was just down the hall. “It would be a hindrance to you.” If you ran, you could probably beat him down the hall, though not into your room. “It wouldn’t be right—”

His expression stopped you in your tracks. “We are team. You need sleep. I think you feel better not so alone.” The look in his eyes was one of challenge, no, determination. He wanted you to stay. Then his lips upturned, eyes lighting with mischief. “Better for Spiders, too. You no work well when tired. Too cranky.”

You scoffed in indignation, eyes only slightly teasing. “Fine, then. Maybe I will stay, let your sleep suffer on purpose.”

He nodded, satisfied, and you inwardly grumbled. He’d only pushed your buttons to get you to stay. It seemed fitting his Nen didn’t lend well to manipulation; his personality could handle that all on its own.

“You change?” he asked, hiding how much your glowering amused him behind his bandana.

Oh. You hadn’t thought about that. You didn’t have a blanket, so you’d been sleeping in all your clothes. But Feitan had stolen something thick and fluffy to use as a blanket. You’d probably be too warm as you were. Your jacket would be too much. Even your overshirt might be too warm with your long pants on.

“Yes, if that’s okay with you.”

He turned without a word, back toward you. He trusted you completely. The realization was almost enough to make you dizzy. Quickly, you removed your overshirt and jacket, leaving you in an undershirt. It was modest, but still the most unkempt he’d seen you yet.

“I’m done.”

He turned as you snuggled under the blanket on one half of the mat, resting on your side. Slowly, he slid down the wall, sitting on a stone. His head leaned back against the cement, eyes closed, breathing already evening out. But you wouldn’t allow that.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleep. What you need to do, too.”

“Then why aren’t you getting into bed?”

He peeked an eye open at that. When your gaze remained unwavering, he shook his head. No.

“If you don’t want to, I’m going,” you said, already shifting to stand up. “I’m not stealing your bed from you, Feitan.”

Sighing, he stood, undressing. You froze, watching as he moved methodically. When his chest and shoulders were bare, clad in nothing but a pair of pants, he settled in beside you. “You too stubborn.”

You grinned. “Yet somehow you still like me anyway.”

“Miracle can happen.”

His hands rested across his stomach, lying on his back. On your side, you admired him for a moment. Feitan was easily the most skilled person you’d ever met. But it was more than that. Whatever tentative friendship the pair of you had formed made your heart light. With him, you felt seen and understood in a way you seldom were. Even when he didn’t know exactly what to do, he still managed to do it. Closing your eyes, you gave him a reprieve, succumbing to the cumulative fatigue a few minutes later.

~

You woke warm, the sun just beginning to filter through the grime-coated windows. It took a moment for you to realize it wasn’t your room, and you could have laughed. Of course Feitan would find the only room in a deteriorating building that had fully intact windows. He was acutely aware of personal safety.

Feitan.

Eyes widening, you realized whose chest you were lying across. His arms were above his head, not touching you. Sneaking a glance, you saw his eyes were closed against the morning light, resting but not asleep.

He must have been acutely aware of your position on his body.

Someone as skilled as he was in combat wouldn’t have completely slept, especially not with a body squirming on his torso.

You shifted away, a bolt of nervousness echoing through your chest when his eyes peeked open.

“Sorry,” you whispered, feeling the tone adequate so early in the morning. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

He smirked, and the expression in such close proximity made your heart leap. “I not mind. You no move too much.”

But it was enough. Anything within a few meters would have been enough.

“I didn’t want your sleep to suffer for mine.”

He dropped the arm farthest from you, brows furrowing into that trademark frown and fingers smoothing over the edge of the blanket. “You sleep better than alone?”

He always found a way to the core of the issue, deflecting your thoughts back on yourself. But it was true, he had helped like he predicted. “Yes. It was much better than before. Thank you for that. I was so tired.”

He nodded, hair pointing wildly across the pillow. The soft smile on his face, barely there, was enough to tell you he wasn’t upset about the lost sleep.

But still… “I’m sorry I made your sleeping worse, though. I can leave, if you want. Take an extra shift. That’ll give you some time to rest properly.”

His hand caught you, pulling you back into his chest before firmly wrapping around your side. “Stay longer. We get more rest.”

You froze for a moment before nodding against his shoulder, knowing better than to argue against his sharp tongue. After a few moments, you snuggled closer, nerves and adrenaline falling away to peaceful fatigue yet again. You barely heard him ask his next question, but you heard it nonetheless. “Come again tomorrow?”

Your arm slipped around his chest, fingers gently wrapping around his side. “I’d like that.”

So that’s exactly what you did.

But things didn’t go exactly to plan, whatever the plan was. Because it was hot. Too hot. Though it wasn’t your body. Oh, no. It was the fire. The sun. The world was plummeting, and you could hear the screaming. It was too much. You would have ran, but your legs couldn’t find the will to move. Maybe it was the burning. The searing pain in your chest was back. Was it your heart, or something else? It was hard to tell, impossibly hard to know. And yet the screaming continued. That was even worse than the burning, the darkness. It was all too much, but you had to fight back. You just had to. Something had to be done. But your body was falling, and all you could do was brace for impact—

The air was cool against your skin. That was the first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes. It was cool, and goosebumps prickled across your arms. That’s because it was dark; there was no sun.

The second thing you realized was that you were crying. You could only tell because Feitan—who you guiltily realized was already awake and watching you—was blurry.

You sat up, trembling from the adrenaline and the cold. He must have taken the blanket off you when you’d begun to panic. The world was eerily quiet except for your sniffles, ones you attempted to muffle as your eyes watered. It was all too much.

“I’m sorry,” you began, disappointed you’d ruined his sleep two nights in a row. You’d never wanted to burden him more when complying with his wishes. But he interrupted you with a swift raise of his hand.

No. He was telling you no. You shouldn’t apologize.

That only made you cry harder, water dripping from your chin as you muffled your cries with your palm. Tentatively, Feitan’s hand came to rest on your shoulder. When you didn’t brush it away, he kept it there.

It took you several minutes to regain your composure. During that time, his hand stayed firm—but not unkind—on your arm. The pressure was comforting, and when your cries reduced to mere sniffles, he pulled the blanket back over you, moving his hand from your arm in a silent gesture that you could hug him.

You hesitated, damp cheeks glistening in the faint moonlight slipping through the windows. He’d already done so much for you…

He sighed at the contemplation on your face. “It no bother. Me want to.” His hold was sturdy and sure, chest grounding under your cheek as he laid down with you. “You need to talk?”

Your eyelashes fluttered against his skin as you shook your head. “Not really.” After a beat of silence that threatened to allow your mind to wander, you bit your lip, snuggling a little closer. “But… could you?”

The silence you received in return almost made you tremble, embarrassment coursing through your body nearly as strongly as the adrenaline had.

But then he spoke. Melodious words flowed from his tongue, words foreign to your ear, but beautiful nonetheless. While chasing away your demons, he pacified his own, telling you the things he couldn’t find the words to say in English. In those whispered words, he poured more of his heart to you than he had to anyone ever before. As your breath fanned across his chest and his arms rested securely against your body, he told you everything he could think of, sounding much more eloquent to your ear than his own.

When it finally felt like his voice might go hoarse, he stopped, pulling you a little closer against him. He knew you weren’t asleep yet, but you were close enough that he hoped the silence wouldn’t bother you.

However, before you could succumb completely to your fatigue, you found the hand on his stomach, squeezing it gently in thanks. “Fei?” you mumbled. “What does that word mean?” You repeated if for him, feeling him tense slightly under your body. He’d used it so many times before, muttering it under his breath on missions with you. In his whispered ramblings, he’d repeated it over and over.

He could lie to you, but he wouldn’t. There was no way he’d jeopardize your trust like that.

Closing his eyes, he squeezed you a little tighter, willing you to understand all the words he had and hadn't said.

“Love. It translate to love.”

Masterlist

[beigehearts]

The Price of Self Respect

Please refer to my master list for the other chapters! There will be ten parts in total, so only four more after this

PART VI

CW:  alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, murder

1,656 words

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You've gotten to drinking with Uvogin and Shalnark, they somehow provide you a sense of comfort in this weird world you're trapped in. It takes half a bottle of vodka and a few shots until you feel that incessant buzz that ravages your body. The three of you sit around the couch area- playing a game of doubt with just the three of you. Yours and Uvogin's laugh rings loudly through the inn- the owner and son not caring since you guys are the only customers at the moment. Your laughter covers up the cough that Chrollo sounds, trying to get your guy's attention.

When he stands next to the table with cards littered around it, you finally notice him. He examines all of the alcohol paraphernalia and clicks his tongue, "So have you been having fun y/n?" He asks loudly, as if you can't hear him over the sound of your inebriation.

You look at him out of the corner of your eye, having a newfound hatred for him, which is quite a change from before. "Yes."

Shalnark speaks up, "She's a lot of fun Chrollo, I'm glad you brought her here." He looks down at his cards, "And she's really good at cards." He sighs, realizing his chances of winning the game are low.

Chrollo seems to have enough of this conversation, eyeing Uvogin sitting way too close to you. So close that your thighs are touching. "Come on, let's go to bed, you must be tired."

"Actually." You say, "I'm not, so I think I'll finish my game." The alcohol seems to be speaking louder than your voice is.

Without even arguing or protesting, Chrollo grabs you by your bicep, pulling you out of your seat. "It's time for bed." He drags you from the common area with you slurring curses at him. You can hear Uvogin and Shalnark booing him from the other room. Once you reach your room, he slides the door open, and drops you on the tatami mat. You drunkenly groan at the short fall, and crawl towards the futon, pulling the blanket back and trying to maneuver yourself inside of the bed.

"You made friends pretty quickly- especially with the troupe that broke your leg." He taps his foot against the mat, watching you struggle to get under the blankets.

"Yes, they're quite nice, and very informative." Your words blend in with one another and Chrollo strains his ear to discern each word. "I even learned that you're more of a stalker than I thought." Finally you settle into the bed, turning on your side, getting ready to fall asleep.

"Excuse me?" He asks.

"I don't appreciate you trying to seduce me after having kept notes on me for almost two years." You sigh, closing your eyes to go to sleep.

You quickly notice the anger in his voice, he's not able to hide it. "I don't appreciate you hanging all over Uvogin either." He sits down cross legged next to you, "Honestly I don't appreciate you flirting with other men."

You take your chance to get under his skin, "It's easier to connect with people who don't know every detail about you."

"You're upset because I love you?"

You open one eye, looking up at him, "You have a twisted view on love."

You don't remember much of the end of the conversation, falling asleep during what you think was an argument. You rise with the sun, it blinding you in the early morning. Strong arms hold you close, too tightly to even move your hips in his grasp. A dull pain pulses through your head, with an endless sense of nausea to accompany it. The night before was fun- though you're not sure that the hangover is worth it. You tap your hand against Chrollo's and speak lightly, "Let me go, I need to shower." As if clockwork, he lets go and flips on his other side.

Before you go to the shared showers, you stand on the deck outside of your room, admiring the authentic rock garden, the water glistening and wind temporarily relieving your headache.

The shower's are nice, towels, robes, and indoor slippers are provided. You undress, dropping your clothes next to one of the stalls. Stepping into the warm water you let out a sigh of relief, thanking life for this sweet relief.

The door opens and you hear another person repeating the routine you've already performed. When you step out after finishing scrubbing your body, a woman steps out of her stall simultaneously. Her hair is in a short black bob, and has a towel wrapped around her bust, hanging just below her waist. You recognize her, you must have seen her last night. Ah that's right, she came into the common room late in the night, and Shalnark introduced her.

"Hi Shizuku." She nods at you, not bothering to speak.

The both of you stand in front of the lockers, putting on the complimentary robes and slippers.

Before you leave the room she clears her throat, "Would you like medicine for your hangover?" She asks.

You send a smile her way and nod.

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With a cup of hot tea in your hand, you watch the sunrise from the deck of your room, a slight drizzle misting and blurring your view. You can see the sun peeking through the clouds, providing little light. You don't flinch when Chrollo sits down next to you, grabbing the other cup and pouring himself a cup of tea.

"Good morning y/n." He says with a smile, and the plants a kiss on your cheek as if you didn't fight and he didn't threaten to kill his troupe members and blame it on you last night.

You hum in response and continue gazing out at the rock garden, admiring the koi fish and seeing the steam just past the garden, indicating where the hot springs are. Maybe you should sit in the springs, it might make you feel better.

"Last night, I'm sorry for getting so angry." Chrollo breaks the silence. "But don't ever be so friendly with another man. Ever." His jealousy is practically seeping through his every pore, and you know when he says not to be friendly he means it. You know he's not bluffing about hurting someone for being so kind to you.

"You're ridiculous." His eyebrows are enough to show his intrigue in your statement, "You watch me for so long, noting my every move, until you kidnap me. You seduce me and then get upset when I'm angry after finding out about this." You look his way, "You really expect me to return your affection?"

He doesn't respond to your question- knowing it is rhetorical. You're right. And you don't even know about half the things he's done for you- so imagine how you would react if you found out about that. Not well that's for sure. He takes time to process your words, swirling them around in his head so he can bend them to fit his reality he's made.

Dropping the subject completely he states, "We're leaving in twenty minutes, we have a van to fit all of us. We have a mission nearby, I'm going to need your help."

"Why should I help you?"

He frowns, "I can take your nen ability instead if you wish. "

That shuts you up, standing up and heading to grab something to eat from the continental breakfast before you go anywhere.

Fitting all of you into the van is difficult to say the least. Fitting Uvogin, Nobunaga, and Franklin in is practically a miracle. They are definitely going to have back pain once you get out of the van. Chrollo drives and you sit in the back with Machi and Shizuku. You aren't sure exactly of what you're needed for but you'll do whatever is asked of you in order to keep your nen to yourself.

Two hours of laughter and griping from the large men, you all finally stumble out of the van and onto the pavement. There's a large warehouse, and it reeks of marijuana. It must be a dispensary.

"Y/n you need to draw a key that can fit to any lock. I would have the door broken down but there's no physical way of doing that and it's loud. And it's not digital locking so Shalnark can't get us through it."

On command you conjure a pencil, sketching out a key with a malleable end. It begins materializing and everyone watches as it turns from pencil sketches in the air into a real gold key. Only you can use it since it's built from your nen, so Chrollo leads you to a heavy duty door. You put the key into one of the locks, forcing the key to bend and then harden into the shape of the lock. You repeat this three more times and watch as the troupe goes ahead. When you step into the building Chrollo stops you and points to the van.

"Make sure no one comes out, and if they do, eliminate them." You nod hesitantly, and head back to the van, hopping into the driver's seat. You hear gun shots, screaming, and pleas from inside but you have no choice but to listen to the genocide that's being put into play by the man who kidnapped you and claims to love you.

Thoughts of driving away, escaping, and running off enter your brain, but it's not like it would mean anything. They could find you in a matter of seconds if you did.

You come up with a plan on having Chrollo and the troupe trust you and maybe even willingly give you your freedom. You will just have to reciprocate his love until he thinks you love him. But the problem is that you already have feelings for him, maybe Stockholm syndrome will catch up with you first.

[sweetchup]

Outrunning a Thief

Type: Chrollo x Reader

Prompt: Snow Goddess Day — The romance holiday of winter, celebrated all around the world. Traditionally, on this day females (though it can also be other genders) at a double number time (1:11, 2:22, etc.) will peck the cheek of their crush or lovers and run away. The males are given the task of having to find the girl before the next double digit and kiss them. This is a tradition based on the folktale Snow Goddess where a village man falls in love with the goddess of winter and has to find her to declare his love before winter ends and she disappears.

Author Note: Doesn’t Follow Canon plot. I hope you enjoy!!

(Prompts/Rules) (Holiday Masterlist)

“This is stupid. I’m not going to do this.” You groan sliding down the cold side of the brick chimney into a squatting position. The cold wind that flowed around the tops of the buildings pricked at your skin. However you couldn’t exactly feel it well, especially with the hot feeling of the blush on your face burning into your cheeks and ears. Putting your head down into your knees, you hear your younger half-brother, Killua, sigh for what felt like the 20th time that day.

“Come on (y/n). It’s not that hard. You’ve had to flirt with guys on missions before,” You let out a sputtering sound as you stand up from your spot. While you attempt to explain to Killua your problem, Kalluto comes over and clutches onto your leg in a way to somewhat comfort you. A strange act for the both of you, though you will admit it wasn’t un-welcomed.

“Y-yeah but this isn’t a mission Killua! This is the guy I like. It’s not th—“

“I found Chrollo.” Illumi montonly announces, pointing to someone in the crowded streets of the town. You are about to tell him to forget it when he sends a glare your way, “I don’t like the fact you like Chrollo especially since you are my precious older sister but don’t underestimate the fact I will drag you over to him and reveal to Chrollo all the secrets you like about him.”

Letting out an exaggerated gasp, you looked stunned at Illumi. “You wouldn’t do that to your older sister!”

“He would if it got you to stop telling us about you fantasizing about Chrollo’s abs— Hey! Don’t hit me! That actually hurt!”

“Oh, Killua~ I don’t think I hit nearly hard enough—!!“

“Big sis-sis.” You pause from putting Killua in a headlock to look over to Kalluto, “I think you’ll do fine, it’s Snow Goddess day after all. Though…”

Kalluto’s face suddenly goes dark, causing shivers to go up your spine.

“...If he doesn’t chase after you, I’ll just have to break his bones one by one.”

You gulp as you nod your head. Poor Chrollo, now you feel bad for having a crush on him. Your father already has tried to track him down once to kill him since you had a crush on him. Thankfully, your grandfather had decided to knock some sense into him.

“You better hurry, (y/n). It just hit 4:35. You have 9 more minutes.” You shake your head at Illumi as you finally decide to just go over to do it. Jumping down from the building into an abandoned alleyway, you make your way into the town center, slightly rubbing your eyes as you enter at how bright the sun is. You take a look around to try to locate your crush, Chrollo Lucilfer, also taking the time to look at other things around you as well.

Afterall, it was Snow Goddess day. It was the best chance to take. Especially since it was the romance holiday of  the winter season, celebrated all around the world.

Traditionally, on this day females (though it can also be other genders) at a double number time (1:11, 2:22, etc.) will peck the cheek of their crush or lovers and run away. The males are given the task of having to find the girl before the next double digit and kiss them. This is a tradition based on the folktale Snow Goddess where a village man falls in love with the goddess of winter and has to find her to declare his love before winter ends and she disappears.

If Chrollo doesn’t actually like you back then oh well. Sure, you would have to stop your siblings from murdering him and will probably be eating cartoons of ice cream at home to calm your sorrow. But, eventually, you would get over yourself. In a couple of months, you would move on and laugh about the time you took place in this weird tradition. Just like how others do.

Finally locating Chrollo, you look towards the old town-center clock of the small city you were in, planning your course of action as you do so. Right now, you had 2 minutes and 30 seconds until it struck 4:44. Currently, Chrollo was peering at the market stalls with the other troupe members. You knew Feitan was somewhere around here but he didn’t see close to Chrollo so you didn’t have to worry about him stopping you if you got too close to the boss.

“Hey, Hey! Look who it is!” You let out a small laugh at Uvogin’s call towards you. “If it isn’t (y/n) Zoldyck!”

Once your name is announced, Chrollo quickly looked up from the book he was checking out at the stall. You were shocked to see that Chrollo wasn’t wearing his usual outfit today instead choosing to sport a pair of jeans, a comfy sweater and a black coat. He also chose to wear his hair down today with bandages covering his forehead tattoo. Though the unusual outfit had surprised you, you will not lie that it made your heart flutter to see him in casual clothing. While you walk over to Chrollo, said man gives you a curt nod and a small smile. “It’s been a while, Chrollo. How are you?”

Chrollo goes to speak but Uvogin cuts him off, clearly excited to see you after a while. This was oddly normal for you since all the members were usually happy to see you, especially if you were hanging out or helping their boss. Though, that was probably because you were a good friend of Chrollo, “Boss has been good (y/n). How come you are also in the same town as us?”

As you answer Uvogin’s question with a lie, you somewhat peek at the clock. Okay, (y/n). Only a minute left. You can do this. All you have to make sure you do is not bump into Uvogin or Nobunaga when you sprint away. That’s all you have to do.

“Oh, just a mission (y/n)?” Chrollo questions causing you to turn to face him. You laugh and give him a nod. Suddenly, however, something catches your eye. Bingo! You see that Chrollo had picked up a new book, yet this one was different with a clock built into the front. You could use this to not be seen suspicious to be looking at the time. “Hey Chrollo? What do these engravings mean on the cover?”

“Oh these? This book is based on the…” As Chrollo goes off into a tangent about the book’s meaning and history, you keep your eyes locked on the book’s clock. 10 seconds left. Slightly nervous, you move your feet slightly to a better angle to get ready to run.

5….

4…

3…

2.. “Hey boss! What are you doing?” Crap! You nearly fall over when Chrollo turns around as Phinks calls him. Though you quickly catch yourself and as he tries to answer Phinks back, you quickly grab the collar of his winter coat, catching the man off guard. Suddenly, the festive bells throughout the town ring begin to ring loudly, signaling the time of 4:44. With a beet red face, you quickly peck at Chrollo’s cold cheek before stepping away.

Without a second thought, and with your heart beating out of your chest, you make a run for it. Nearly running into Uvogin as you do so.

People watch intently as you run by them in the streets. Some of them cheer you on for your bravery while others say nothing and just give you a kind smile. It was weird that only now you understood why the tradition was so great. Sure you kind of understood before but no one ever told you the feeling when you saw other girls also participating, that looked and were probably so different from you. All of you couldn't help but greet and laugh at each other as you passed like old friends. Further filling you with a feeling of confidence. However, another thing not told that top every other feeling of this event was the colors. Oh, the colors from lights and ornaments and other decorations that seemed to mash and swirl and mix together as you ran by them. As if you were in a drunken haze. Everything just seemed so magical right now, almost too unreal.

As you make a couple of more streets down, now out of the town and into the start of a wooded area. Even though you know you aren’t technically supposed to, you stop. You can’t help but want to see if Chrollo was after you or not. Looking around behind you, you can’t see him. You actually couldn’t see anyone around you right now. Did you go too fast? No, that couldn’t be right. Chrollo wasn’t the fastest in the troupe but you were almost certain he was as fast as your dad. Your stomach drops as you continue to think. You weren’t nearly as fast as your dad, so…. he should have caught up to you by now, right? He actually should have caught you by now, you had already run more than 20 blocks or streets.

Then, does he not actually like—

You let out a scream as you are suddenly tackled into the snow. Some of which landing on your hair and eyes, blinding you.

Squirming, you try to get away from whoever tackled you as the cold fluffy snow pricks at your skin and seeps into your clothes, making you hyper aware of everything going on. When that is unsuccessful you go to try to kick the person off, thinking it was some other assassin or maybe a troupe member trying to kill you for attacking their leader’s honor, but stop short as a familiar laugh fills your ears. There was only one person you knew that had that laugh.

“C-chrollo?” You stutter out as said man wipes the snow off of your face. Now able to see, you stare up at Chrollo on top of you. His hair wispy and slightly out of place from running; he also seemed to be strangely breathing hard. He flashes you a grin before leaning his forehead against yours as he attempts to catch his breath. You giggle at the man’s silliness, “I don’t think I ran that much Chrollo.”

Chrollo chuckles at you, “I doubt you did but when you ran away, I was caught off guard and a group of ladies who were also running ended up…knocking me over. So, I kind of—”

“You lost me?!” You finish for him, your stomach hurting from laughing very hard. Tears from laughing so much hinder your vision and you attempt to wipe them away as fast as you can. Suddenly the laugh from Chrollo’s end goes quiet and you hear the snow crack around you as he moves.

Wiping one more tear away, you see Chrollo looking at your lips, only now realizing how close he is to you. You could even feel his breath slightly fan at your face when he inhaled and exhaled. You gulp when Chrollo flashes you one more grin before whispering, almost like a prayer, “I still have to kiss my Snow Goddess, don’t I?”

Quickly, you are about to nod in confirmation but it seems he doesn’t want to wait a second longer. Placing a hand on your cheek, he leans down and captures your lips in a kiss. Taking your breath away as he does so.

Huh, what a fitting kiss for the leader of the Phantom Troupe.

[sweetindigosky]

WHAT THE PHANTOM TROUPE LISTENS TO:

Feitan: Probably doesn’t actually care as he finds music a bit distracting; if he had to pick, it would likely be death metal, the intense guitars and screams really suit him. Probably wouldn’t actually go to concerts, but the idea of a mosh is a bit interesting. When he’s in the mood, the traditional music of his country he enjoys( very rare).

Phinks: the kind of guy to only listen to what’s playing in his car; normally just puts on rap and hip hop and vibes. Also has a hype playlist for when he exercises ( I see him as a gym rat when he’s not on a mission) His guilty pleasure is pop, especially from girl groups( everyone knows, but no one says anything).

Franklin: he’s a gentle giant, so I definitely see him just vibing to some jazz or maybe smooth piano music. He probably listens to classical occasionally too. He really only listens to music when he cooks( bonus: Franklin is actually a chef-level cook) and sometimes when he bathes. He doesn’t really have any guilty pleasures, but he probably wouldn’t admit he’s a sucker for country music.

Shalnark: another one who doesn’t really care what he listens to; he likes pop music, especially the songs that integrate electronica elements. I also see him enjoying EDM or pulse music especially when he works. I think it’s safe to say that because Shal knows so much about computers, he can tell if a song has good production value.

Shizuku: She gives off very K-pop stan vibes, honestly. She tries to memorize the songs, but she can’t. Very much into just about anything, she only won’t listen to rap or metal. After Shal shared some of his favorite music, Shizuku grew to like it more. Bonus: Shizuku has the lowest alcohol tolerance in the Troupe. She’s super shy, but once she’s a little tipsy, her fav activity is karaoke and her go-to is 80s pop( mostly girl groups).

Machi: She may look like she likes bubblegum pop, Machi’s actual go-to is heavy metal, especially thrash. She loves a good guitar riff and bassline. She especially favors bands with female vocalists. Her hobby is definitely sewing; she likes to sew her own band merch if she wants it. Her only secret is that she has a big crush on one vocalist(female).

Nobunaga: Loves a good jazz bop, but also shakes things up with RnB every now and then. He definitely enjoys smaller music ensembles, a few solos here and there. When driving with the other members, he’ll make his case for listening to his playlist, but will settle for some mellower rap or pop. He won’t admit it, but he really likes sappy romance songs.

Uvogin: He doesn’t really care, but he likes a good head-banger too. He also goes to gym a lot, sometimes with Phinks, so they blast hard rock. Uvo tries to keep it a secret, but he thinks girl groups are super cute, no matter what genre they are. He also thinks punk music is pretty cool.

Kortopi: Kortopi is baby and only listens to the Kidz Bop version of pop songs. Also loves songs from musicals and movie soundtracks (Bonus: Chrollo sometimes hears Kortopi humming songs like the Pirates of the Caribbean theme and Party in the USA).

Bonolenov: Enjoys folk music, especially from his home country. Likes to hear fusions between two different genres. Will proclaim that folk is 1000x better than country, but doesn’t actually listen to it. Also secretly really likes indie music, so he doesn’t have to listen to others.

Pakunoda: Ever a classy woman, she likes most types of music. She has different genres for different moods: classical music to wind down and relax, pop-punk when she works out (what you think she doesn’t? Not with legs like that), jazz or mellow indie when she cooks. She’s pretty open to whatever other Troupe members recommend but absolutely will not listen to EDM or club music.

Chrollo: Ever the renaissance man, he doesn’t listen to music a lot, but has some things he enjoys. I wouldn’t be surprised if he enjoyed some classical music when reading or being in a casual mood. Probably has a record player because he finds headphones too distracting. If he wants lyrics and deep stuff will probably listen to indie stuff and sit analyzing the lyrics before moving to the next song. He finds it easy to explore other music if he can find any meaning or something of substance in it. When traveling with the others, they automatically ask if he wants to choose the music, but he wants to hear what his comrades are interested in too. (Bonus: Chrollo is the type to have learned to play at least one musical instrument and he finds it a very beautiful talent.

[zoldyckangel]

Hello Admin Shy! I was wondering if you could do yandere/possessive HC for the adult trio? Thank you!!

Sure thing! Yandere or possessive adult trio isn’t hard to imagine.  They each have a bit of a dark side. And You’re very welcome! I love my yandere boys. Her/She pronouns used and some NSFW/some noncon mentioned Below.  

 Illumi 

Illumi is by far the most possessive out of the three. If he sees the person he has fallen in love with talking with any other man in a way he sees as ‘flirtatious’ his goal would be to trap his crush, so she can be forever with him and never talk to any man that could take her away from him. Whether it be forcing marriage upon them using threats to do so or locking them in a room with everything they needed to survive he would do it.

 Even if she began to hate him and told him this, he would see it as love in his delusional mind. Anytime she would scream “I hate you” at him he would just respond by giving her a creepy grin daring them to say it again  “I love you too (Name). Don’t worry.” If they constantly told him this or even used violence against him, he might grow a bit volatile with them and threaten to chain them to the walls next, taking the last bit of their freedom away.

If she behaved for Illumi he might ease up a bit and take them out for walks like some pet of his. Plus he might use the excuse being out of the sunlight sometimes can be harmful to her. If she tries and escape during these times, Illumi will just use Mike to hunt her down. Mike, of course, won’t kill her, just perhaps rough her up a bit. If Mike fails, then Illumi himself will track them and will do anything, and I mean anything to get her back.

If she ever succeeds in fleeing from Illumi and ran away from him. There will be hell to pay if he finds her and he will use friends or even family to get her back. The first person he would kill be someone like a friend, using them as an example and that next would be much worse. The next thing he would do is to threaten her family, and if she hasn’t come to him with him using that threat, then they would be dead in the next 24 hours. 

He likes picking outfits out for his ‘wife,’ and he would be very picky on how she dressed around him, and he would do her hair/makeup to even choosing what jewelry she would wear that day.  If she wasn’t wearing the outfit he picked out for her, he would forcibly undress them, and make them wear the clothing he picked out for that specific day.  If they struggled with him, he wouldn’t use much violence on them, the farthest he would go would be a push/shove to even a harsh slap on the cheek.

 To further trap his so-called ‘lover’ he might try and impregnate them as soon as possible, so sex or even rape (it wouldn’t be rape to him even if she were screaming/saying no) would happen often. In his eyes, if he gets her pregnant with his child, then she will be forced to stay with him to take care of the child with him. To him, his ultimate fantasy is having one big and ‘happy’ family just like his own family, the Zoldycks.  The more kids, the better.  

Hisoka

The man is a full-blown stalker, and he won’t hide it either, he will make sure his crush sees that he’s always lurking. Whether they’re at the market, going out to eat, shopping, going to school, work, going home, he won’t be far behind them. If she notices the clown trailing behind her and asks him to stop or holds any conversation with him, it will just make it worse. He would just go, ‘my my my, my little birdie finally noticed me.’ and start saying other weird or creepy lines.

Everyone knows Hisoka is naturally a pervert, so as a yandere this trait would be tripled by a thousand. This man for hours stares at pictures snapped of the woman he is currently ‘obsessed’ over, and he would use these to masturbate and moan too. All he needs is a little bit of skin on her legs to be revealed to masturbate too, or even a picture of her bent over picking something up. Hisoka’s imagination can and always will run amock.  

He is a big time dirty panty sniffer. Hisoka is not a big thief, but he would find ways to obtain a pair of her dirty panties by ways of breaking into her residence to even forcefully removing her underwear by ripping them off using his nails after he forced her down someplace like an alley or even her own home.  He might even have a collection of her dirty panties wherever he is staying in a box labeled ‘Y/N  Chan.’  Or ‘Mine’ with a heart.

Gropes and fondling her privates in public would happen very often from Hisoka. It doesn’t matter where she is, as long as there was a large crowd he would use this to his advantage by groping her ass or even her breasts from behind. He might even get a little frisky and try to slip his hands into her underwear. 

Rape could definitely happen with Hisoka if he were a yandere. He gets a sexual thrill off the struggle and the fight she would give him. It wouldn’t be fast either, this could go on for several hours. The more she hurts him by biting or scratching or punching at his chest, the more turned on he becomes, and the more he stretches out the length of intercourse. Though if she were completely still and didn’t put up much of a fight, he might lose his interest in short notice and leave. 

Other past or current lovers/crushes of the girl he is in ‘love with’, he would find unacceptable.  He would track every single one down to kill and murder them brutally especially if he finds out one of her lovers are strong. It would only push the factor of wanting a fight to the death over ‘love’ and whose love would prove stronger in the end. Which of course, would be Hisoka’s love.

Chrollo

Chrollo is by far the darkest and most manipulative out of the three.  He is a smart man, and he uses words and his natural charismatic behavior to try and ensnare the girl he has his eyes set on. Obviously, his charm might not always work if the girl sees right thru him, and that’s when he takes desperate measures and means. 

He is a professional thief and a mastermind. So break-ins and things going missing from the woman’s/girls apartment would happen often. First, he would steal little and unnoticeable things. Such things as a piece of jewelry of hers, to things such as clean pantries or bra, to even a couple of her favorite books to read in his spare time. Then he would steal bigger things like her phone, laptop, or any tech that holds personal information. 

As a yandere, he would use everyone’s abilities in the Phantom Troupe at his fingertip. For example, he would use Shalnark to hack into any computers/phones of the woman to learn everything about her. There would be not a single text message or photo on her computer/phone, that would go overlooked by Chrollo.  He would also use Phinks and Uvogin, as a couple of thugs to scare her on her way home so she falls right into his arms or he could be the prince to swoop in and save her.

 Chrollo can be extremely creepy in times when he breaks into her apartment/home. Sometimes he would even get so daring to break in while she is currently inside of her home and active.  During these times, he would either watch her from behind the shower curtain, staring at her curvy silhouette like prey,  to even watching her sleep soundly and grazing his fingers lightly against her arm. All the while his face remains neutral, and his eyes predatory. 

Uses the date rape drug often. Chrollo is quick, and if he sits next to her or even behind her at a restaurant, he can easily slip something into her drink when she or her friends weren’t looking. He uses such drug in cases where she is getting too close to the opposite gender to make her sleepy, and he wants her to go home. He would use it not to rape her (He is to ‘classy’ of a man for that), but to actually watch her sleep so he could stare and lie next to her.

He is prone to snapping behavior if the woman he currently is ‘seeing’ is active in a relationship and dating websites like Tinder. His true side would slowly start to creep out, and that’s when he would use Feitan, to get rid of the person she is dating. And as we know Feitan, he is active in the art of torture. So a video would be filmed and sent to her thru email of Feitan torturing the poor victim and attached to the email sent would be ‘Do not betray my trust like this again or someone else’s blood is on your hands.’ 

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Is chrollo against using a condom

This is a good question! 

I think most yanderes are willing to take your preferences into consideration, at least a little bit, especially for a compliant and willing darling. If you’re good for them, they’ll be good to you. 

If you’re only hung up with having sex with the man who kidnapped you is using a condom, then he’ll entertain the notion- it’s a small price to pay to finally, finally, have you. 

But if you fight and kick and scream, then you don't deserve the reward of having your preferences considered. If you’re noncompliant, what reason does your yandere have to respect your boundaries? 

I think chrollo is especially willing to respect your wishes, he really wants you to be sweet and willing and relaxed for him, he wants to take you apart piece by piece, and if this is the hill you're willing to die on, he’ll let it slide. He will, however, use it against you later. How kind he’s been. How considerate. He doesn't have to be, you know. 

Most open to the use of condoms: chrollo, nobunaga, franklin, kurapika, leorio 

Somewhat resistant: phinks, uvogin, shalnark, pariston 

Completely opposed: ILLUMI, hisoka, silva

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Glad you're back! 👽😨🤡 for the trouble trio please?

Nobunaga

👽Do they believe in ghosts or the paranormal?: He a little skeptic on believing ghosts and the paranormal. He needs proof to start believing. If Nobu sees a spirit or any other paranormal creature with his own eyes he would probably rub his eyes that would slowly get as big as saucer plates. He would be blinking like mad while giving his eyes a good eye rub before he be yelling he saw a ghost. He would then tell everyone about his experience and would officially be a believer in the paranormal after that.

😨Do they get scared or spooked easily?: Nobunaga might seem tough but sometimes a simple thing as jumping out at him can scare the living daylights of him, though I recommend if you decide on jumping out on Nobu that he doesn’t have his sword on him. Someone can get hurt if so….

🤡Their Greatest Fear?: He seems to have a great fear of claustrophobia. He doesn’t like staying in small or tight spaces for very long. He hates elevators or closets and never does well in them. He starts to sweat and squirms and as you can see in the manga and anime he hated being stuffed in the middle in the car. The troupe often teases him about it asking if he ever got locked in closets before.

Bonolenov

👽Do they believe in ghosts or the paranormal?: He’s a very much believer in the spirit realm as his tribe 100 percent believed in it. His parents would often tell him stories about the spirit realm and how everyone comes together after death. He still enjoys stories similar to the ones his parents told him always taking his time to sit in and listen to their stories whether it be a village or someone in a bar.

😨Do they get scared or spooked easily?: It takes a lot to scare Bonolenov as he doesn’t spook easily.  So it can’t just be a simple spook he would get scared from but more of a planned out scare prank.

🤡Their Greatest Fear?: Losing his hearing is Bono’s worst fear. A world without music to him is pretty much a dark and lifeless world and it would affect his nen. The moment Bono was born music was a part of his life and is necessary for him to live just like consuming food and water.

Uvogin

👽Do they believe in ghosts or the paranormal?: He believes in spirits and likes to believe in werewolves/shapeshifters.  He loves hearing experiences from people in town who said they saw a werewolf themselves. Then he will get into a deep conversation asking questions about it with the person telling the story.  This most likely scenario happens at any bars he visits much to the troupe’s dismay cause he can talk forever when he’s drunk.

😨Do they get scared or spooked easily?: Literally, nothing seems to scare this man. Every time someone tries to spook him he tells them with a straight face ‘try next time’. Though its proven he gets creeped out by cats looking at him for long sessions of time, no one but Paku knows this.

🤡Their Greatest Fear?: Uvogin has a fear of starving to death from growing up within Meteor City so going without food for more than 24 hours bothers him and he starts to get extremely grouchy/moody since it brings back unhappy memories for him when he went days without food sometimes.

Shalnark

👽Do they believe in ghosts or the paranormal?: He has a hard time believing in ghosts and he likes laughing at the videos that he assumes are fake that he sees online. He doesn’t believe in any supernatural entities either. Demons, vampires, you name it Shal doesn’t believe in any of that stuff because if it was real it be caught on camera right?

😨Do they get scared or spooked easily?: He doesn’t like people jumping out and screaming in his face as he always manages to jump on instinct. Normally, he gets spooked more easily from jump scares in movies rather than anything in reality though.

🤡Their Greatest Fear?: Germs and being dirty is a great fear of his because the thought of being covered in dirt and grim makes him shiver.  He takes two showers a day and washes his hands so much they dry out and start to crack. So for Shal is not just a normal fear of germs but phobia which affects his daily life.

Kortopi

👽Do they believe in ghosts or the paranormal?: He practically believes in everything. Ghosts or any demons/yokai. If he sees any spirits his eyes just follow it across a room and he stays silent about it. Very much like a cat following visible entities throughout a room with their eyes.

😨Do they get scared or spooked easily?: He doesn’t get scared at all. He just blinks in confusion and asks ‘what are you doing.’ to his group of pranksters. Not even haunted houses or the woods scare him…

🤡Their Greatest Fear?: Spiders and bugs. He hates and fears spiders, especially big spiders like tarantulas since they are almost as big as him. He nearly jumps out of his skin if a spider is on him even though he has the tattoo on his body and that’s what the troupe members are called. He just hates spiders in reality.

Phinks

👽Do they believe in ghosts or the paranormal?: Just like Nobu, he acts tough snorting ‘ghosts aren’t real’ when he’s around the troupe but when he’s alone its a completely different story. However, when he is with the troupe and hears a noise he’s the first one to be Braveheart even though he’s sweating bullets but he has to put on a brave front in front of the troupe especially danchou. Even if the troupe isn’t there and there just happens to be another ‘unknown and unexplained’ noise and he’s the one hear it he checks it out. and then if something flies at him he screams like a girl swatting at it.  

😨Do they get scared or spooked easily?: He gets spooked easily from things he can’t explain such as a door opening by itself. Whenever such things would happen he’s the first one to take off and run. The troupe mostly Shal and Fei prank him all the time and laugh about it sometimes even recording so they can go back and laugh at his reactions later.

🤡Their Greatest Fear?: Abandonment and being forgotten about is one of Phinks greatest fears. He hates the thought of no one remembering him and abandonment from someone he considers a ‘friend’ or ‘loved one’ makes him always anxious.  

Feitan

👽Do they believe in ghosts or the paranormal?: He doesn’t believe in ghosts or spirits but somewhere deep inside him, he wishes it was true but the thoughts of being with people he once knew are too good to be true to him.  He doesn’t really believe in anything paranormal either though he likes horror stuff revolving around it. Sometimes he has odd thoughts and will say his thoughts out loud like if ghosts were real and there is a female ghost can she get pregnant with a ghost child or have sex. The troupe just stares at him in silence whenever he says such things.

😨Do they get scared or spooked easily?: He’s another one that doesn’t get scared or spooked easily. Instead, he giggles about it pursuing the person trying to scare them saying ‘I will give you something to really be scared about.’ In the end, he ends up scaring them no matter what getting the last laugh. I wouldn’t recommend trying to scare him since he thinks of it as some weird game and no matter what the person besides being scared always ends up hurt too.

🤡Their Greatest Fear?: Becoming too attached to someone or falling in love is actually one of his biggest fears. He is used to death and violence because that’s all he has ever known in his life so the thought of becoming close to someone is scary to him. So he often distances himself from people if he fears he becoming too close to them.

Machi

👽Do they believe in ghosts or the paranormal?: She believes in anything Chrollo decides in believing so she believes in ghosts and spirits. She also believes and listens to any Yokai stories or legends as well. She thinks if you believe in anything hard enough the legend comes true.

😨Do they get scared or spooked easily?:  She gets scared easily and when she is scared she is trembling inside; although, she never shows her fear. The only reaction you will get from her is rage so you better watch out if you try to scare her since you will get punched a few times.

🤡Their Greatest Fear?: She surprisingly has a fear of doctors. She likes to operate on herself and she doesn’t like others looking or touching her wounds. She absolutely hates it. Along with that, she gets creeped out by dentists. There is just something about dentists she hates, it might be due to how happy they are which reminds her of Hisoka.  

Pakunoda

👽Do they believe in ghosts or the paranormal?: She believes in ghosts and she is super superstitious. She won’t bring an umbrella inside and she carefully handles mirrors believing in bad luck. She often informs the troupe members don’t do that or you will receive bad luck. Feitan never listens to her and slept on a table after getting piss drunk which supposedly gives you bad luck and let’s just say Feitan had a spree of bad luck after. The whole time after the incident he would have bad luck such as tripping over nothing and he just would glare over at Paku each time, internally blaming her and that it was some weird nen ability.

😨Do they get scared or spooked easily?: No nothing. If anything she laughs about getting spooked or smiles and if she catches the person spooking her she pets their head while laughing and muttering ‘cute’ before walking away.

🤡Their Greatest Fear?: Her biggest fear when she was younger was getting sexually abused or raped. She always used to worry about it while growing up in meteor city. It wasn’t just her who worried about getting sexually abused but the other girls she grew up with as well such as Machi. This past fear stuck to her thus her reason for not liking people touching her unexpectedly though she is okay touching others but that is it.

Franklin

👽Do they believe in ghosts or the paranormal?:  He definitely believes in ghosts and anything to do with the afterlife. He just doesn’t believe in anything too drastic such as Bigfoot, zombies, or vampires. He likes to believe there is an afterlife where you get to see your loved ones again.

😨Do they get scared or spooked easily?: No, he’s a stone wall. He knows if anything were to truly attack him he could probably take them on.

🤡Their Greatest Fear?: Mirrors, he absolutely fears and hates them. He gets creeped out by them quite easily and always covers them when seeing one. He hates looking at his reflection because of the scars on his face.

Shizuka

👽Do they believe in ghosts or the paranormal?: She says she doesn’t believe in ghosts even though the week before she would be telling a ghost story to the troupe. The only problem is everyone gets angry with her as she never makes up her mind about believing or not.

😨Do they get scared or spooked easily?: No, she doesn’t get scared at all. If anything she’s confused or baffled by it, tilting her head to the right not understanding the prank what’s so ever. She doesn’t understand why everyone screams about jump scares either always making the comment, ‘is that suppose to be scary.’

🤡Their Greatest Fear?: Remembering things or having a photographic memory. She likes to forget things for some reason and doesn’t like to remember much besides important details. Only the original members of the troupe know the reason for her selective/bad memory.

Kalluto

👽Do they believe in ghosts or the paranormal?: He believes in them because of the stories his grandfather told. He also believes in certain Japanese yokai or paranormal stuff saying they will haunt you forever to others if you break rules or do things where the ghost latches onto you as seen in the Grudge movies.

😨Do they get scared or spooked easily?: He gets scared easily but he doesn’t scream. He just shivers from head to his toe and stops in his tracks momentarily staring at the thing he got scared from running scenarios through his head how to kill it.

🤡Their Greatest Fear?: Not becoming acknowledged by his family for his strength is his biggest fear but also not finding his brother is another fear of Kalluto’s.