#feitan x male reader

[l1tw1ck]

Saw you write for hxh, I was wondering if you could do something with Feitan x dom male reader, anything. There’s barely any content like that.

sub!bottom!ftm feitan x dom!top!male reader

this super duper short, srry

cw: mild dub-con, rope bondage, aphrodisiacs, nipple play, creampie

Feitan wakes up in an unknown bedroom, naked and wrapped in black ribbons. He looks up at you in confusion, his vision blurry and cheeks flushed. “What's going on?”

You look at the card attached to the end of the ribbon and chuckle. ‘Merry Christmas – Chrollo’. “Looks like Chrollo sent me a late Christmas gift.” You lick your lips. “Can't believe you've been hiding a body like this all this time.”

He realizes what's going on, his body growing even hotter. He's definitely been drugged but he can't say that his attraction to you is only because of the aphrodisiac coursing through his body. He wants this. He smirks. “Merry Christmas then, [Name].” He spreads his legs.

Feitan moans loudly, tears streaming down his cheeks as you ram into his wet cunt. You litter kisses and bites along his body, grinning when you hear him whine from biting his nipple. You lick the hardened bud and earn more whines and whimpers from Feitan. You use your hand to show love to his other nipple. He digs his nails into his palms and comes with a loud shout, his soft walls flexing around your cock. You pull away from his chest and bring him into a kiss while you continue fucking him. Thanks to the drug, he’d be upset if you did stop.

You finally slow down and come inside of him. Feitan smiles happily at the warm, gooey feeling inside him.

[hyunliq]

Feitan x Male!reader

Genre: Lime (kinda?)

Author post: Idk if this could be considered a lime? like ig its kinda suggestive....idk- couldnt bring myself to finish this as a smut cause writing block looks hella sexy rn....

FEM ALIGNED DNI

Feitan sighs as he has just come back from dealing with phantom troupes shit. All he wanted to do was lay down with his pretty lil boyfriend. Feitan opened the door to see his boyfriend sleeping, spread out on the bed passed out, Feitan felt a small smile creep up on his face as he saw (Y/N)’s chest rise and fall.

He looked so peaceful that it was borderline adorable. The way he had the blanket barely covering him made him look tempting...the way his thighs just barely showed. They looked very soft to touch Feitan kept looking over the boy getting a lil riled up, the boy looked so tempting.......Feitan wanted to just jump on the boy and have his way with him.

But Feitan snapped himself out of his thoughts to try and stop himself from pouncing onto the boy in front of him. Soon getting up and going to get ready to sleep along side him.

Authors note: bro I forgot to put the dni for female readers 💀💀

[sweetheart4you]

Turning into a popsicle as I’m typing this but that’s not important. Can I request general yandere headcanons with Feitan from HxH

My brain is dead I don’t have anything specific sorry you can ignore if it’s too vague

This request is fine! And yea totally! I feel like he's a yandere permanently, so I kinda toned it down but still made it pretty possessive, I hope that's ok with you.

Feitan would have probably met you when you joined the Phantom Troupe. It would have been a sunny-ish day, the Troupe had all gotten called to help kill and rob some super rich guy. You had joined recently, so only a few people from the Troupe had met you.

You were Hisoka's replacement. It was easy enough to beat him. When Feitan saw you, it was love at first sight. He couldn't take his gaze off of you, and when you spoke, he just about melted. He loved you so much. You were only his.

Any time you get hurt, he'll be fawning over you, with a surprising amount of gentleness. He'd bandage you up so well, it'd be like a doctor did it.

When you two cuddle, Feitan is like a human furnace. He's so warm all the time. If you're a trans man, he's the best person in Hunter X Hunter (in my opinion) for period comfort.

His hands would be basically glued to your abdomen, and he would've picked up that you were starting soon and so he would steal the pain meds you use, chocolate, and everything you need. He'd tell you things like, “You're my handsome boy”, “I love you, pretty boy”, “I know it hurts, I'm here. Tell me if you need anything and don't worry that you're being a bother. I live so you can “Bother” me”.

If you like the sound of his voice, he'll reluctantly talk to you and sing to you more. Though the singing stays completely private and between you two.

If you have sensory issues, he'd be so attentive. You don't like feeling dirty? He killed the owner of this house, and he got your favorite body wash. You hate having calluses? He has your favorite lotion.

If you get overwhelmed with a lot of people, he makes sure you don't get roles that have to do with a bunch of people.

If you are of loud noises, you'll have super good noise canceling headphones.

Basically, he's the most attentive and caring boyfriend, that is, if he loves you enough.

[nobodybelivesimstraight]

Feitan x male reader

Genere: fluff, alot abit of crack

Word count:3069

Intended for: males and males alligned. Female and female alligned DO NOT INTERACT you will be thoroughly blocked, Thank you:)

Hope you like it

"Treasure? Treasure?"

Feitan looks around the mansion in search of you.

"where is he,? He didn't mention leaving house today.I not think he even have strength to talk after what we did yesterday."

Feitan smirked abit thinking about what happened yesterday before focusing back to the task at hand.

"where could he be?" He pondered for a moment before realizing one very likely possibility.

He looked everywhere but his torture room which as the name implies he torturwd people in.

he opened the door and found you lying there a ground watching your phone.

"I found treasure" he said softly as if he won a prize.

You look up and smile.

"oh hey fei" he blushed at the nickname.

"i said no call me that".

"why not its cute" you chuckle. Sitting up to more properly face him.

"it not cute it weird." he revolts looking away.

"what have you doing" He asked, you smiled showing him your phone.

"oh your reading manga? Is it bl again?" You nod your head looking away, a bit embarrassed by how he guessed correctly so quickly.

"yep" 

he blinks lowkey surprised by your bluntness.

"anyway- how is treasure feeling?"

You recall the memories of last night.(I know what your thinking)

"ah right- I'm fine just a bit sore nonthing serious"

the sudden feeling of shyness showers over you and you look back down at your phone.

Feitan smirks alittle "did machi treat injuries?" He asks.

"oh- no." You answer rolling onto your back.

His eyebrows furrowed

"she didn't?"

"uh well I didn't exactly ask her too" you rub your neck. 

Feitan tilted his head confused, you blush not wanting to tell him the real reason of why you decided not to treat your injuries.

In all honesty you didn't want to treat them because you somewhat enjoyed it not the pain but the memory that came with it .

"It must've slipped my mind"

feitans eyes calmed down, he would've been upset if Machi simply refused to treat you.

"that make sense Machi like you so she would help you if you ask"

"yeah she does seem to like me more than the others for some reason" you pondered for a second wondering why exactly that was.

it's not like you too hung out together on a regular basis,Only interacting during meetings or missions so there's never been much time to talk or get to know each other.

Perhaps she just likes your vibe.

"do want me to treat you inste-instead?"

Feitan Stuttered speaking was never his strong suit, you smiled not minding it, you always thought his speech impediment was more cute than inconvenient(he never agreed)

You nodded in agreement

"sure"

"okay" Feitan left the room to go get the medical kit from machi.

they kept it in her room although she never really used it.

she uses her ability to heal instead since its faster and more than not precise.

Feitan walks down the hall and knocks on her door.

"Machi?"

"Hm? Yeah Come in." Machi looks over her shoulder.

"Give me med kit" feitan demands making reaching his hand out for it.

"for what are you hurt or something?" Machi asks.

"No" he states.

"than why do you need it" she folds her arms.

"(Y/N) is hurt" feitan says blandly.

"he is? How And why didn't he come to me earlier?" Machi asks one half confused the other half concerned you usually came to Machi when you were physically hurt because she was the only person You trusted other than Feitan to see you vulnerable.

"He like me better" feitan smirked Machi just rolled her eyes.

"anyway the medical equipment is in my room on the top shelf and make sure to treat him Not kill him" feitan scowled.

"I don't hurt treasure"

then he mumbled "not much anyway"

he took the med kit and walked back down the hall to the room you were hiding in. "I'm back" you smile and sit up straight.

"great"

Feitan stares at you for a second.

"mmmmm are you hurt up here your neck?" He touches your neck you shake your head as he tugs your shirt "let me take off your shirt"

you blush "huh? W-why?" "take of shirt I need to treat wounds" he deadpans.

"ah right" you took of your shirt only to find many bruises cuts,marks and bruises on your skin feitan smiles slightly admiring his work before looking up "hurt?"

You shrug "eh not really, you know my pain tolerance" feitan nods before pouring some Alcohol on a cuetip and rubbing it on a mark.

"treasures skin soft" you smile "thank you." You look down a little and realize feitan isn't wearing his face mask.

This makes you happy, knowing this is his way of telling you he's more comfortable being alone in just your presence.

You know he's always had a hard time expressing himself verbally, so he always made sure make subtle but noticeable changes to let you know instead.

"Hey! I just noticed your mask" you beam.

"huh? My mask?" Feitan looks touches his face slightly as if he didn't realize he had taken it off.

"You took it off" he turns his head "well with you feel no need to wear it" your face lights up "Really??" You lean forward into him, nose touching.

"Yes..anyways... got the front turn around"

"okay" "mmmm... there done" "wheeeww" you lay into him and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"What are you doing?" He asks looking petrified from the sudden act of affection.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the way you just suddenly kissed me. What that about?" He blushed Slightly.

"Omg-you sadistic touched starved Levi Ackerman wannabe" you roll your eyes playfully with a smirk.

"Says the social outcast manga-reading no life Otaku who is in desperately need to touch grass" Feitan glares.

[Stranger things S4 spoiler ahead/flash back]

You give a small proud smile at how good he's gotten at calling people out.

you two first starting doing this on the day you watched season 4 of stranger things for the first time and one of your favorite characters 'Eddie Munson' died and you roasting the heck out of vecna and the bats to which feitan kept staring at you in awe.

"Why is treasure upset?" Feitan questioned peeking at your phone screen.

"This ugly arse grinch wannabe voldermort look alike weak ass villian who gets defeated by the power of 🌟friendship🌟 and godlike music taste has the nerve to kill off one of my favorite freaking characters in this entire show the upside down better have a court because I will be sueing." You explain all in one breath.

Feitan was at a loss for words he didn't know whether he was impressed or concerned.

"i- what?"

You forced a soft smile and said "nothing darling."

After that feitan asked how you came up with all of that on the spot you two started this little routine of basically calling out every bad or weird trait you don't like about each other.

Most of the time you two were joking, but sometimes it get serious and you two would take that time to realize and communicate the things you don't like or have problems with one another and what you'd like each other to understand and/or work on.

(#healthyrelationship)

[Flashback over]

You thread your fingers through his hair "I wanna cuddle you silly." And smile sweetly watching his face flush.

"huh? Cuddles why you need Cuddles?"he asks ask turning his head away from you, embarrassed.

"why not?" You shrug "I wanna hold you?"

You take a hold of his chin and gently turn his head back.

"Here" you pay your chest "lay down"

"You want me to lay on you" he stares at your chest.

You nod quickly.

"ah sure whatever" he let's you wrap your arms around him while he leans into your chest.

You stroke his hair softly hesitant not to pull on any knots worried his flight or fight(usually fight) senses might activate.

Feitan has never been used to physical affection...or....any affection, for that matter.

"Mmmmmm the way treasure hold me feel nice" he burys his face into your chest.

"why do you call me treasure?" You tilt your head a little in confusion, he's always called you that but you could never figure out why nor has he bothered ever telling you.

"Why I call you treasure? Well cause your treasure i stole." he says with a straight face, you can't help but burst out laughing.

"pfft- your so cringy I can't" feitan Looks up glaring at you obviously offended.

"ah I not cringy your cringy" he blurts.

"yeah yeah whatever you say" you kiss the top of his head and rub your head into it.

"Tch whatever" you squeeze him abit.

"tighter I like when you hold tighter"

"Oh is that so?" Your smirk and hug him tighter head still nuzzled in his hair.

You two rest quietly for a bit just enjoying each other's presence.................maybe a little too silent you look down at your chest to see feitan staring holes into your face.

"Like what you see" you grin mischievously

"What I'm not looking at you" feitan looks away quickly.

"Really? I could've sworn you were just staring at me like a hawk" you tease.

"I not staring." You just look at him.

"Okay i was but it not my fault your handsome" now it was your turn to look a away and blush.

You ruffle his hair in retaliation.

"Ehh why are you scratching mt hair?" He asks not exactly sure whether he liked that or not.

"Oh sorry does that feel weird" you pull your hand away from his hair."

"Mmmm no feel okay" he puts your hair back on, you smile.

"How was the mission?"

"mmm the mission? Eh it went fine we captured annoying kids."

"Kids?" You ask its not common for the phantomtroupe to have business with children.

"we thought they know chain user but they didn't" he grumbled.

"What did they look like?" You ask curiously.

"mmmm one had spiky green head and ugly outfit, other messy white hair and blue turtle-neck."

"His outfit ugly too?" You laugh.

"No he have good style, should help his friend."

You smile "they sound interesting."

"They were" feitan pokes your hand.

"The green kid beat nobunga in arm wrestle after a few trys of course."

"He beat shizuku first try."

"Oooo really" you found this intriguing.

"Mhm but she doesn't remember" he sighed.

"We think he's an enhancer" feitan adds laying his head back down.

"What about the chain user?" You question.

"We don't know, all I know is he pissed off Uvogin and in the prophecy chrollo talk about."

"Hmm" you pondered for a second 'who could this dude be...he must be somebody important to get have the phantomtroupe on there trail.

"Phinks also threw boulders at me" he throws in casually.

You freeze. "He...what?"

"Threw boulders at me"

"Why?"

"I called him a "girly girl."

You launch forward and start laughing hysterically "Plz- i-i mean...your n-not wrong-haha"

"I mean it not like he can fight me. Troupe members can not fight each other" feitan shrugs once more.

"He's also to weak to fight me." He mutters and you simply pat his head more trying to steady your breathing when a great idea came into your head.

"Yea your like 5'1 but can beat anybody arse(yes I'm British yes I typed this just to make fun of the fact this is how we pronounce ass)" you chuckle, feitan pouts.

"Damn right" he rolls his eyes amusingly.

Even the scary sadistic phantomtroupe members can't resist the fact your have a good sense of humor.

"Oh almost forgot. I found you something."

You raise an eyebrow intrigued "hm?"

"It's here" he pulled out a box, you look over his shoulder do see it.

"What's inside?" You ask studying the box seeing if they're were any hints to the contents inside.

"Open it and find out idiot"

"Okay okay no need to get grumpy" you open pat his head and reached over to take the box from the dresser.

"Aww are you the one who packaged this up so nicely for me?" You cooed teasingly.

He blushed pushing you away.

"Of course not it Shalnark he said 'it will feel more meaningful if you package it very nicely for him here give it to me I'll help'"

He rolled his eyes once more and you smile.

"Tell Shalnark I said thank you and that's

"it really does feel meaningful" you say as you caresses the (f/c) lace.

Feitan takes notice of this and frowns, now upset he wasn't the one to make you smile so sweetly.

"I can do better than that" he mumbled loud enough for you to hear.

You turn to look at him "oh is that so?" You ask smirking.

"Yeah I'll dress my box up better than him next time"

You admittedly laugh at the way he said 'dress the box up' as if it was going on a date but grin fondly at the way he was now willing to Decorate his present to make you happier.

You gently unwrap the (f/c) lace letting the smooth silky ribbon like material softly fall between your fingers, trying not to go too fast and enjoy the present your significant other got you for you to the fullest.

Once the the box what undone you slowly peak Inside to see (insert something you want or have wanted for a really long time) You grin from ear to ear slowly turning back to face your boyfriend.

At first he looked abit nervous but once he saw the happy grin on your face all his nerves admittedly eased.

"You look at it last time we left so I got you it." He explained and retracting eye contact out, embarrassed for the way you were staring at him.

"Apprantly it a rare item." He continued to ramble.

"How did you get it" Y/N questioned. To which he boyfriend simply gave him deadpanned expression.

"How you think?" He answered.

"From the auction?"

"Yes it was rare. But not what we needed so boss let me take for you"

You smiled at his boyfriends attentiveness, it warmed his heart that feitan remembered something so small for him.

You walked moving closer to him when he wasn't looking and took his distraction as a chance to inflict a quick act of affection on him.

*kiss*

Feitan flinched at the sudden action.

"D-dont kiss me so suddenly" feitan studderd.

"I can't kiss you" You tilted your head and pouted teasingly.

"you can but just.... Give warning next time."

Next time.

A reminder that his boyfriend still planned to be with him in the see able future your face softens at this fact.

You couldn't help but notice the soft tint of red on his loves pale cheeks.

"Your blushing" he smirked.

"I'm not" he looked away pulling up his face mask.

You just smiled. "Awww your embarrassed you even pulled your mask backup. I'm sorry darling".

"Shut up" he rolled his eyes, still blushing.

"No wonder maki like you" You giggled.

"You should join Phantom troupe" he brings his eyes back to yours.

Caught of guard you ask.

"H-huh? Why"

"Well I mean your strong and capable of not dieing and if treasure dies, I'll kill him"

You giggle nervously.

"But you won't die..... And if you join well be able to hang out more" he mutters that lady part but speaks up enough for you to hear.

You can feel the corners of your lips curling up into a soft, gentle smile.

"Give me your hand" he says abruptly but you comply and hand him your hands.

You two sit quietly while feitan plays with your fingers enjoying simply each other's company, before he breaks the silence saying.

"Your fingers are (long/short/stubby) and pretty, Your knuckles are smooth too"

"Is that so" you chuckle.

"It is, I like your hands" he replies.

Another period of silence goes by.

You yawn "*insert: however the heck you type a yawn* I'm tired mind of I remove my hand to go to sleep". You ask voice soft.

"No stay" he mumbles.

"How about you sleep with me?"

He looks at you surprised

"Sleep with you?"

"Yeah we haven't don't that yet have we? So let's do it, I wanna sleep with you" you give him a serene smile hoping that would persuade him into falling into your arms.

And it did.

"Okay"

You wrap your warms around him a pull him into your chest.

He let's himself melt into your touch.

"Mmmm" He groans as if a weight as been lifted off him.

"I'm not letting you go now" he mummers while playing your hair(if your bald he's rubbing your scalp)

"Hm good" you reply

You two lay in each others arms, him bathing In his lovers scent wanting nothing more than to stay in your arms.

"Treasure" he whispers

"Yes love"

"I love you" you heart jumps at the sudden confession.

Although you and feitan have been dating for a considerable amount of time already, and you knew he loved you just as much and maybe even more than you loved him.

Him verbally saying I love you was quite a rare occurrence, he expressed his love in other ways.

You snuggle your face into his hair hoping he couldn't hear how fast your heart was beating.

"I love you too" you whisper back.

he holds you tighter.

A/N: THANK YOU FOR READING AND MAKING IT TO THE END. IT'D HIGHLY APPRECIATED:)

Somebody requested this but asked that I didn't reveal there request thing so... Uh this if for you and whoever else would like to read also if like half of this is relatively good and the other was the most terrible thing you have ever laid your eyes upon in the entirety of your existence. It's because I went through so many stages writing this it's concerning.

thank you for requesting this was fun to write. Btw I tried to include feitans speech impediment I'm this so no the 'typos' aren't a mistake lol

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

This is all just Feitan

🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•

Can you tell who my favorite character for H×H is yet? I'll give you three guesses.

If you're wondering what this is; .I'm still trying to label everything that's in my drafts so I don't end up writing things twice... — Benny🐰

[wandererbf]

How they would note that they love you

(English is not my native language)

Characters: Chrollo and Feitan

Chrollo Lucifer

• I think Chrollo would realize that he loves you when he saw with his own eyes that when you said you would die for him, you were serious

• You met when one day to another you arrived in Meteor City, even without telling him about where you came from he accepted you with open arms, so you were part of the Spiders from the beginning (you two meet at 14, if I’m correct is when he created the Spiders)

• Maybe the fact that you were already strong from a young age made him want to know more about you, maybe his curiosity may have led to his near death once or twice, but none as close as when your family found out where you were and went behind you

• Some years later, maybe when you two were 16, your older sister, Shinriu, came after you but as she was never a fan of physical aggression she preferred to threaten you first. She chased you for a while and saw you with Chrollo back and forth. well she has her target

• while Chrollo walked alone through the city, going to his usual meeting point. Shinriu captured him, then sending his butterflies in the direction he was going, knowing that you would get the message.

• As soon as you saw the red butterflies you knew what happened, running away and leaving the rest of the group without knowing what was happening, this may have been a mistake on your part but you were more worried about Chrollo than what could happen to you

• when the butterflies disappeared was when you could see your sister standing next to Lucifer's dead body, it made your blood run cold, but soon after it started to heat up like coal. You activated your nen, being an expert you could control blood if you drank some of the person you wanted to control. Without looking for a direct explanation, her eyes already told you what you needed to know

• Ultimately you managed to hurt your sister, not lethally but enough to make her angry. and god knows it's not good to irritate someone like her As you approached her, she sent her last attack that she would use here, sending a swell of carnivorous butterflies to the black-haired one on the ground, and honestly, your body moved without thinking.

• In seconds you jumped in front of the boy letting your skin be devoured, this would leave a scar but nothing that you wouldn't survive, but it certainly hurt. After that, your sister backed away, knowing that there was no point in trying to bring you back by force.

• Then you carried him to where the rest of the troupe was, and you should have seen their shock when they saw that situation. the only person really hurt was you since Chrollo had just been erased, but without any real injuries, you on the other hand...

• Even though you were hurt, you sat next to the bed where Chrollo was lying, and when he woke up you couldn't have been more scared than seeing his arms and neck bandaged.

• "Did you really fight your sister because of me?"

Feitan Portor

• Honestly, I don't think he even imagined he could love someone like that😻

• At the time they met, the troupe had already existed for a few years, but Chrollo thought it would be more dynamic for him to have infiltrators in the places he wanted to rob/invade, and that's where you come in

• because of the place you lived in as a child, always full of aristocrats as your family was too, you always had the best contacts to get ahead in life, and of course your ability to manipulate and intelligence were always what helped you the most, but that doesn't matter now

• Chrollo had sent you and Feitan on a mission to investigate what all the items in Yorkshin's auction would be, and since you two seemed close he didn't see why not send you together

• everything was going well, you were sitting next to Feitan at a table with the biggest supporters of the auction, although you didn't like it, sometimes your last name helped you in your missions, and that's why you got a schedule there at the table, but it was also It's risky since even if they didn't know you were with the Troupe there's always the chance that one aristocrat could outsmart the other

• That's when you started arguing, maybe it was at that point that everything went downhill

• If you asked me the reason for the fight, I would say it would be because the aristocrats didn't want Feitan there with you

• Even though you said he was your bodyguard and that you didn't want to be without him by your side

• That impressed him a little since You knew how to handle yourself and it was obvious that you were only doing this to continue being in his presence, and he knows how you lead the troupe beyond your will, so to risk so much for something so simple was impressive

• Remember when I said I thought everything had gone wrong at that moment? I think I was wrong, as everything really went wrong when the man in front of you raised a gun at you as he thought you were planning a coup and the boy next to you had a camera, not that it was very wrong but I think the man went crazy

• you could feel Feitan's bloodlust almost physically, his eyes were glued to that weapon, even though he knew that a mere weapon couldn't kill you, he was still enraged, and he had NEVER been that way for any other person in the Troupe

• When you activated your nen Feitan had already ripped off everyone's head in the room, you looked at him a little curious since he could have merely tortured the guy, get the information and then kill him. Since he didn't do anything much, why Feitan killed him so quickly?

• On the end he rolled his eyes when he realized the reason for feeling all that anger

• "I don't think it's a problem to just take whatever comes up at the auction, and anyway he was boring as hell.." - he said red, but it was obvious that you couldn't see it since his mask covered most of his face

[lemon-muncher]

Are you taking requests? If so than can I have sub Feitan x dom male reader, smut, with kinks like masochism, and pet play?

YES GOD!!!! Just a warning, I had a hard time adding pet play with Feitan BUT calling him 'kitten' definitely gets me going😼

Formal wear for the Phantom Troupe was quite a common. Black tuxedos paired with dress pants on the same material and usually with a white button down and tie of some kind. The preparation of devine dressing was something you took great joy in. You'd watching as your shorter partner pulled expensive fabric off his bruised and mangled body. "You did well, my dear." Your voice was heavy in the male's ear. He shivered as you ran your hands over his body, his back to your chest.

With half closed eyelids, Feitan waits in agonizing anticipation as your finger tips graze over the purple bruises on his chest. "Don't...That's..." His usual broken sentences lingered with a weakness only you knew. "Huh? Use your words, Kitten~" You sweetly sadistic tone could make anyone swoon, even someone like Feitan melts at your words. "I like it...More" The smaller male leaned into you gentle touch. And who were you to deny him when he did such a good job on his last heist. Pushing your fingertips deeper onto his skin, you held him close as he squirmed from the sensation.

"You poor thing~ Already hard and all I did was touch you. Don't tell me you've been pent up, kitten~" Your hand travels down his chest to rest and grip at the small tent forming in his dress pants. Even from behind, you could tell Feitan was flustered by the red on the tips of his ears. "Y/N... please let me~" A quiet moan left his lips, afraid that the other members of the Phantom Troupe would hear him. You purr at him as you continue to palm him through his dress pants. "Now, now, kitten. I taught you better than that~" His smaller hand went up to cover his mouth as his other reached behind himself to grab onto your clothes. "Master please~ let me cum!" Feitan grumbles into his skin

The tough and mighty Feitan was reduced to a moaning mess, a sight only you could see. His relatively emotionless face contorted in discomfort and pleasure. "So pretty, kitten~ Whatever you want, I'll give you~" Your words slid off your tongue between peppered kisses on your lover's neck. Twisting your hand, you squeeze the base of his cock through his pant. Squeezing hard enough that the renowned sadist in front of you winced from the pain.

It didn't take long for Feitan to collapse into your arms. His body trembled against you, and rough hands grabbed onto you for support. Cooing at the trembled man, you felt the growing wet patch in his pant. "Good job kitty~"

[tht0nesimp]

Yan!feitan X drugged!reader

TW: sedatives, DDLG vibes, possible non-con, torture, body mods

He loved looking at those glassed over eyes, no thoughts in your brain, Just trying to piece together basic information took you 10 minutes let alone trying to things like cooking, drawing, other hobbies became mainly obsolete unless they were exactly layed out for you by someone

Sometimes others would come in his house, a pink haired woman along with a long haired fellow most often. He had a couple times when it was all of the troupe but quite rare considering he generally had work in the basement that would interrupt their meetings lest it be you or one of his victims

You always seemed to rot his teeth down to the core, he didnt know if he was mad or happy that there was someone out there who could make him feel emotion, care, in specific

He was even just a tiny bit scared that he would have to shed his grinch exterior for someone like you. You were mundane, boring, and had a boring life just like most people in this dog-eat-dog world he was living in

But he craved you speaking, existing, doing anything just so long as it was you doing it. He wasted no time swooping you away from your loved ones and into his abode

He is the only one for you, whether you know that or not is irrelevant

[luffyvace]

HIIII hru !!! may i please ask for some feitan fluffs hcs 😩 i love this tiny man with all my soul

IM DOING GOOD!! YES YOU MAY!!! I ACTUALLY HAVE SUCH A DEEP ROOTED LOVE FOR HIM I DONT TALK ABOUT HIM OFTEN ENOUGH💥💥

(omg this reminds me i’m supposed to be doing the whole troupe and chuuya x male reader- i’m so all over the place but the point is another dabble of feitan hcs will be here in the future! 😋)

also ooc/fanon him since this is fluff :)

tw: death…and torture (i use “unalive” instead of d!e/k!ll)

alrighty so you said fluff headcanons and it’s highly likely you’ll get fluffy feitan if you’ve known each other for a long time (since meteor)

i’m going to dabble in reader that is both in and outside of the troupe because i can :)

so for reader that’s in the troupe first of all no pda

hardly any weakness was displayed besides sadness/anger or mourning (and some funny moments)

theres no need for cuddles during business

unless your like uvo and simply don’t care

then it annoys the crap out of him <3

it’s not like he doesn’t want your affection—just not in public

will cuddle you in private tho

y’all usually sit there in silence or read together

he can be a little spoon or big spoon it doesn’t bother him

he tries his best but he’s never let anyone else so close to him before

if you introduce something to him and he likes it he’ll do it back

because why would you do it to him if you wouldn’t want it done to you right?

im gonna assume you have either a apartment which you unalived the owner of or y’all live in meteor still

he’ll let you choose really he doesn’t care where you stay

he’d even unalive a high status person to steal their mansion if that’s what you want

your obviously strong and have some sort of nen if your in the troupe so he doesn’t bother worrying

although if your like kortopi he’ll stay vigilant for you

even though you can use nen to defend yourself as well

btw if your not a pda person the troupe is grateful

aint no body wanna see allat-

he doesn’t know how to cook or clean and since your both from meteor so i hope you learn or already know how

otherwise y’all eat what y’all can when y’all can

whether you steal a five star gourmet meal or just wait for the next opportunity like a vending machine

i don’t advise you ask for a pet by the way

he’ll tortu£ it and i’m not talking about strapping it down or anything

just purely scarring them 😭

if you be firm about him stopping he will

unless it’s a big scary dog or smth

then he’s more likely to take em under his wing and train them to be vicious

will scare people with said animal

for stay at home reader…. (most of these also apply for troupe reader<3)

i say stay at home bc with his portion of money you could buy anything you want

if you tell him what you want u can get it for free cuz he steals it

but

if you want to take a bath together it would take more than a god to convince him

seriously he sees no reason in it

once you do tho

at first he is on one end of the tub and your on the other

as time goes on he’ll let you lean back into his chest as he scrubs your hair

he lets you play in his hair

don’t tell ANYONE

he don’t like vulnerability so if you tell someone he won’t do it for like 2 weeks

you think he’s never gonna do it again until you crawl into his lap while he’s reading on the bed and ask really sweetly

he’s all yours after that

HIS HAIR IS SO FLUFFY!!

and yes he lets you play with it :)

you get to put it into all types of styles!!

especially since it’s a decent length!

not really interested in playing in your hair

he tries but the rubber band always ends up tangled in your hair

if you kiss him goodnight he will start to initiate it as well

thats one thing he will forever reciprocate

loves your humor

no matter the type

but he especially loves when you laugh at his dark jokes

youve seen him smile before 💖

warms your heart knowing no one else gets this side of him

not judgmental of your looks for obvious reasons

yall got bigger problems

dismisses anytime you degrade yourself

he be speaking facts

”the way your hair looks gonna unalive you?”

”your pimples will st^b you while sleeping?”

no? you goofy goober so why does it matter

don’t argue him on this

genuinely doesn’t like the idea of you being hurt

by him or someone else

dont expect anyone who does harm to you to see the tomorrow sun

even if you plead for them don’t waste your breath pleading you need to be saying goodbye

real loyal partner

as loyal to you as he is the troupe

you and the troupe are his forever commitments

no matter what he could never stop loving you

you guys practically never argue

hes not necessarily hotheaded but will say what’s on his mind and if someone disagrees he does it anyway

thing is he compensates with you💗

if he knows your nitpicking he ignores it but if it’s genuinely something you don’t like he won’t fight it

also he cleans up well if you don’t like to see blood/gore in your place after he’s done t•rturing someone

he respects and listens to your opinions and feelings

would love if your a sadistic person as well but he understands if your not

also if your not in the troupe he teaches you nen

only the troupe knows your together and where you stay for your safety

your safety is definitely on his priority list

truly cares about and loves you

enjoy!!!! i’ll prob come back and read my own hcs bc I LOVE HIM

thank you for this request i loved writing every letter of it♡

[kiame-sama]

Sweet Death- (Yandere!Phantom Troupe x Autistic!Chubby!Reader)

Random idea I had and felt like writing down. Tell me if y'all want more from this vein and what direction you think it should take.

Warnings; yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, troupe tries to cause a lot of mischief, intense masking, fem reader (tell me if y'all want a male reader or non-binary), creepy creature appearance,

~~~~~~~~

"Wait, so you PAID for them?"

"Yeah."

"But, why?"

"Piss off! Lady was nice."

Feitan snapped in his usual short manner of speaking, a glare on his face as Pakunoda bothered him. They had business in the airport and Feitan stopped to swipe some sweets. What they didn't expect was that Feitan actually paid for the food he got and was defending his uncharacteristic behavior.

Feitan was the most easily irritated, so it came as a surprise that whomever he interacted with did not anger him. What was even more of a surprise was that Feitan actually seemed to be behaving in a polite way to someone. The only one Feitan was polite to- and they use the term loosely- was the Boss of the Troupe.

Pakunoda was interested to learn more about the unusual woman that had enthralled Feitan enough to actually get the short-tempered man to pay instead of stealing, but she knew that he wouldn't tolerate any more questions. Instead, she endeavored to find out more about this woman on her own.

~~~~~~~~

"Wait... What was I doing?"

"You were wondering what you wanted to order from here."

"Oh, right!"

It had been at least six times that the soft woman behind the counter had to remind the ever forgetful Shizuku of what she was doing. Six times that Shizuku had also changed her mind on what she wanted.

Franklin, who was accompanying the other Troupe member was actually getting annoyed with her because he just wanted to leave and meet up with the other members. There were certainly times where he had great patience but it was not one of those times for him. Even though he was getting annoyed, the woman behind the counter seemed calm and happy even as she had to change the order yet again.

"Sorry about her, she has terrible memory."

"It's no trouble, truly. There are greater tragedies in life than a bit of uncertainty and adjusted orders."

Franklin felt a pleasant surprise to hear such wisdom from someone he wouldn't even think twice about. The unusual and understanding way she seemed to approach the situation was odd, as most just got short tempered with Shizuku or even refused to adjust with her ever bouncing memory. Though he wanted to just move on, he felt compelled to stay, if only to see how long that patience would last.

"Wait... What did I order?"

~~~~~~~~

"Think anyone would notice if I just stabbed someone?"

"Doubt it. I bet no one would blink if I fell down this escalator right now."

Uvogin had a wide grin even as he shifted his weight backwards, anticipating hitting the metal moving stairs but instead, landed on something soft.

"Woah there! Are you alright?"

He slowly looked up to see a soft looking woman with kind (e/c) eyes and a concerned expression on her face. To Uvogin, he felt as if he landed on the softest pillow to exist, feeling the nice warm body holding him up with a gentle touch. All words and coherent thought left his mind as he slowly blinked, trying to compose himself.

"..."

"Are you okay, sir?"

"Yeah! Yeah. I- uh... Fell backwards. Don't know why."

"No worries! I'm glad you're okay. Usually it's the vertigo that gets people, just don't look up too far and you should be good."

Uvogin didn't really want to move, but as soon as he and the woman got to the top of the escalator, he quickly got up. The woman smiled sweetly and tried to help stand him up despite his rather massive size. When he was upright, she chirped out a farewell and quickly departed, leaving Uvogin standing with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"Yeah... Bye... See you later..."

It took a rough shake from Phinks to make Uvogin snap back to attention, feeling like he had been dunked in cold water. He had to tear his eyes away from where the woman had been standing, feeling confused as if he was coming out of some kind of haze. Uvogin had to literally shake his head to clear the odd brain-fog that had consumed him, glancing where the woman disappeared to.

"... D'you think she digs tall guys?"

~~~~~~~~

"C'mon sweetcheeks. Just give me your number."

Machi glared at the man who was trying to heckle her into giving him her number. Though the troupe was trying to lay low before they put their plan into motion, Machi had half a mind to just outright kill the man. It was while she was weighing her options that a voice suddenly cut in.

"She said 'no', take that as your answer and leave."

Both looked over to see a soft looking woman with a clear frown set on her lips, seeming as if she were ready to fight at a moment's notice. Machi was surprised to see the feisty woman but the man seemed annoyed and sighed as if he were being told to do something distasteful.

"I get it, Fatty, you want a chance with me too. I don't usually like fat chicks, but-"

"But you're going to walk your happy ass in the direction of your flight or the exit before I get security to drag you by the taint out of here."

"You really think you can talk to me like-"

"I can and will talk to you like the piece of trash you are if you don't leave her the hell alone."

"Fine, fucking fat bitch."

"That's Ms. Fucking-Fat-Bitch to you."

Machi was surprised that someone so soft was so immune to insults, not to mention the fact that the guy actually fucked off. She made a mental note to single that guy out and get rid of him when she next had the chance, turning to the soft woman for the time being.

"I appreciate it. He was not taking 'no' as an answer."

"Yeah, guys usually think they can bully everyone into doing what they want if they act like their brain is in their testicles. Some don't even have to act."

The flat and almost annoyed tone the woman used made Machi actually let out a soft laugh, more than humored by the odd woman that had helped her. As she looked over the woman she realized that this must be the one the others in the group had been talking about. Certainly, the woman matched the description of the one the other Spiders had been discussing and Machi could see why the other Troupe members she had spoken to were so enthralled.

Perhaps she should tell the others of her similar experience.

~~~~~~~~

Chrollo stood in the line of traveling people, having heard quite a bit about a rather unusual character who the Troupe had encountered several times. He had decided it was time for him to see what the woman was like firsthand. Based off of the testimony of other members, this woman either had manipulative nen or she was a gem among common people. Either way, he wanted to know whatever he could about her.

As he approached the woman in question- she was working the cash-register at one of the shops in the airport- he focused his eyes to see potential nen. What he saw was far from what he had expected.

Based off of her general aura, her nen bled off of her in an uncontrolled way instead of the way it was supposed to. On top of her nen being rather wild- making it clear she had no control over it and likely was unaware of it- something was noticeably wrong. Where abilities often formed as small spirits or beings, a more than intimidating creature stood behind her.

The being was far taller than the woman, even taller than Uvogin. It seemed to be a horribly emaciated humanoid with skin that writhed like worms were beneath the surface and searching for a meal. The skin- as translucent and paper thin as it was- seemed a sickly blue and purple, much like blooming bruises across the surface. It was shrouded in what could only be described as a shawl of shadows, face concealed beneath the rolling darkness. Though it's face was hidden, Chrollo could feel the eyes of the wretch staring out at him. In the beast's hand was a sickle often used for cultivating grain. The curved crescent blade seemed to be soaked in a dripping red ooze that moved slowly and without purpose, the leather handle held by elongated and bony fingers. Everything about the beast was wrong on a fundamental level.

Though the creature was frightening and clearly stronger than most normal nen abilities, it remained a loyal and silent sentinel over the soft woman's shoulder. It was obvious- to Chrollo at least- that the beast was brought to heel by the soft woman even if it seemed she was completely unaware of it. The contrast of the two beings was extreme and made Chrollo wonder just how the woman's nen was released and why it had taken such a vicious shape.

The more Chrollo watched, the more he realized that small amounts of the nen of others was drawn forward and consumed by the being, no doubt fueling the nen of its master. It was difficult to look away from the beast, despite how hard Chrollo tried, noticing the aloof nature of the creature disappear suddenly, becoming acutely aware as if it knew Chrollo could see it. A low hiss came from the beast as Chrollo stepped forward, next in line despite how far from reality he felt.

"Hi there!"

The chirped words paired with the oddly sweet way the woman said it gave Chrollo pause, not expecting such a greeting from someone with a disfigured and distorted reaper as their nen. Though she smiled, the smile never reached her eyes. Chrollo knew a social mask when he saw one, and he had to admit it was rather convincing. He could see why so many of the Troupe had become enamored with her and interested in her, his own observations thus far giving him a similar interest.

Even as he gave a random order he had no intention of keeping, the woman smiled and ensured to behave as if she were truly happy to assist. Chrollo had yet to reach a stage where he was fully believable to everyone with his own social mask, but even he had to admit that her mask was significantly more nuanced than his own. From the short interaction he had with her, he knew the woman was unique and had something to her that seemed to catch the interest of numerous Troupe members, himself included.

When he walked away from the quaint little shop and back to the Troupe, his mind was already working to parse out what he wanted to do. Surely the Troupe would follow his lead, but he wanted to hear their thoughts on the odd woman and her nen. Pakunoda could share the various experiences other members had and it would allow the group to have a more unanimous vote, but he had already settled on what he thought.

It was just a matter of what the Troupe thought now.

[stxrborne]

PRECISION

|| Feitan x neutral! Reader ||

|| dt to @after-witch @ddarker-dreams @depravitycentral for inspiring me to finally get off my ass and write, and also for their amazing works ofc! check them out! ||

It’s ironic, Feitan thinks, to sew up the wounds of his victims. But they can’t die just yet.

His thin, long fingers push the needle through the victims skin of their inner thigh, and he gives out a light scoff in mockery when they whimper. Little rich boy can’t handle a little pain? He hates these rich types that think they can pull one over on the troupe. They were fun to interrogate, they always worked up his temper where taking it out on them was something he looked forward to. Due punishment, not only for their bratty, pretentious attitude, but their lucky pull in birth circumstances. Feitan acts as their comeuppance.

He’ll give it to this victim, however, still holding on to the information despite it all. Usually his male victims would start spilling whatever they knew when Feitan picked up a hammer and pushed their thighs apart. But here his victim was, crying and whimpering, and now a eunuch, and still not speaking.

Feitan finishes his stitches with a clean knot, and sets the needle and thread aside on his medical tool tables. He likes to pride himself in his efficiency and perfection. After all, torture required just as much knowledge of the human body as a surgeon. The image of Feitan as a doctor, in a different life, flashed in his mind and he laughed aloud. Maybe. Maybe if he was born lucky. Maybe if he didn’t have to learn surgery and amputations from the cruelty of his home.

After all, doctors can’t save everyone. And he didn’t see the point in willingly putting that responsibility and burden on yourself. Especially for ungrateful rich brats.

No, it was much easier to take life than to protect it. Much more fulfilling too. Other people aren’t your responsibility.

How funny though, Feitan thought. To now have something to willingly burden yourself with.

His ears pricked up to his victim shuffling in his chains, and he turned to them. The man wasn’t remarkable, only one person really was in Feitan’s eyes. The only thing noticeable now was the man’s family crest Feitan had carved on the skin above his heart.

How can you claim to belong to something, if you can’t even mark yourself with it? When you die, how will people know where you belonged to?

Feitan takes the man’s face in between his hand, and moves his head around to inspect his work. He debated between leaving the cut next to eye, dropping a few drops of an infectious bacteria into it so the eye would eventually eat itself. It’d take about a week, and then another for the infection to spread to the rest of the body.

Feitan couldn’t help but smile at the image. He gripped his victims face with his nails, and told him so.

“It’d be funny to see you swell up with blood and pus. I wonder if you’d get fat like an ugly cyst, but you already don’t look all that different from one.”

He let him go unceremoniously, and watched as his head fell forward. Feitan will grant him the mercy of sleep. After all, a dog will still endure abuse if you feed it often enough.

“Feitan?”

He heard you before you reached the basement door of course. He knew where you were in the house at all times after all.

You knew you weren’t allowed to open the door. If you needed him, just knock or call his name. You think it’s because he’d have to kill you if you saw what he was doing.

He knows that, and thinks you’re silly. He wipes his bloodied hands with a clean cloth as he walks to the door. His eyes meet yours when he opens the door, and his gaze doesn’t leave yours as he closes it. You don’t even know what color the walls of the basement are.

Feitan looks you over, with the same precision he gives to everything. You’ve been picking at your hangnails again and for some reason you didn’t bother bandaging your thumb, where you had ripped and tore at the skin enough for it to bleed. Another thing is that you’re wearing nothing but a towel, which means one thing.

“I want to take a bath,” you say, your clasped hands nervously squeezing themselves. It was another thing you weren’t allowed to do on your own. You didn’t understand why, and you didn’t understand why he did the things he did. He’d set the water the way you like it, even though you don’t remember telling him. He scents it with fragrances and oils that you can tell are expensive, in your favorite scents too. He helps you in and then holds out your towel so he doesn’t see your naked body, and he swiftly turns and closes the curtain. He does the same when you’re ready to come out.

He has a chair he sits on, quietly and unmoving as he watches your silhouette. Maybe it’s a kink or fetish of some kind, you think. It had taken you a while to get use to. But something tells you it wasn’t that exactly. One time you had slipped when washing your body, and before you could fully gasp out in surprise, you were in his arms with his face to the side.

He didn’t act the way you expected a kidnapper would. But it still didn’t explain why you were here at all.

Feitan nods at you, and you lead the way. You’ve learned he preferred to be your second shadow than to be your leading light.

Your large bathroom was attached to your equally large room. Funny how you’ve started to refer to them as ‘yours’. It’s difficult not to, when he is somehow able to let you decorate it the way you want. Feitan does that often, you’ve found. No matter how expensive your request, and you have tested that, he will get it for you. You’re scared to ask how.

He begins his routine when you both step into the bathroom. He gets the water to the temperature you like and let the bath tub fill. The sound of the tub jets fill the air, and you watch as he drips expensive oils into the water. His movements are methodical, and somehow he’s figured out the ratio of water to oil that’s right for your skin.

Feitan doesn’t dare mix the water with his hand.

Your nose is soon filled with the scent, and you feel your tense shoulders slowly let go and relax. He’s watching you, you know that. He stops the faucet when the tub fills up, and you walk up the small steps and stand in front of him.

A part of you is always tempted to touch. His pale skin is smooth and such a contrast to his dark hair. This close, you can see just a hint of green in his black eyes, the way they don’t seem to blink. You wonder if he is even human.

You nod softly and he moves behind you. You can’t even feel his presence, hear his breath, and you slightly jump when he reaches to gently clasp the small fold that holds your towel up.

Feitan waits until you calm again to continue. He never touches you directly, not even a stray touch from any finger. He takes off your towel and spreads it as a barrier between you and him.

But then you do something that has his heart beating and stopping erratically. His breath catches in his throat, your gaze turning to him and he feels trapped beneath it. How do you not know how much power you have over him?

His eyes instantly move to the way you nervously bite at your lip. Somehow he can know everything about you, how you think, how you word those thoughts, and yet now, he can’t believe what he thinks you’re going to say.

“…help me?” You say slowly, so quietly that a normal person wouldn’t have heard you.

But you know he did. And you don’t drop your eyes from him.

Feitan, in return, lets the towel drop.

[dreams-writings]

Reverse Interrogation -

Part 4

[Top!Feitan Portor x sub!Reader]

‼️NSFW / MDNI‼️

Synopsis: For the first time in his life, Feitan fails an interrogation. Refusing to admit defeat and give up his perfect track record when it comes to his specialty, he begrudgingly allows reader to strike a bargain in exchange for her secrets.. and is shocked to learn what she truly wants. His body. Frustrated and furious with his predicament, he angrily accepts her conditions purely for the sake of the Troupe, agreeing to do as she says. No other reason...

[After their first frivolous encounter together, Feitan finds himself unable to forget about the woman who took him so eagerly. He breaks into her house unannounced and returns the favor.]

TW: smut, mentions of torture / violence, stalking, breaking and entering, vulgar language, degradation, shower sex, (dubcon???)

Taglist: @chrollosbiggeststan @astresoleil @altaircc

If you are not tagged after asking, it's because your settings don't allow it.

Feitan stared at his bland expression reflecting in the bathroom mirror, blinking slowly in the midst of deep thought as he took in the details of his face. He almost never used to do this, but lately, he'd found himself lingering here in this spot, for longer than normal. He studied his features and sighed in discontentment, eyes narrowing into frustrated puzzlement.

What did she see in this face that she liked so much? He could not find it.

A thin finger was raised to gingerly trace over stress lines hollowing out the appearance of his dark gray eyes. He looked.. worn down. Moreso than he realized he probably did on a daily basis prior to paying more attention. He could at least understand now what she meant about that, calling him an overworked man - but he also failed to see why she called him pretty so many times, too. Was she blind?

His conclusion after so much self analysis was that he was rather boring and unremarkable looking. His face had softer features, almost dainty for a typical male, but his eyes were sharp and cold. He was just unapproachable as a whole. There was nothing particularly special here, that he could understand might catch the attention of a beautiful girl. Therefore, to his dismay, he couldn't emphasize whatever it was to maybe... He didn't even know.. earn more of her favor?

That thought entered his mind completely out of nowhere as he understood the truth about his behavior and he scoffed in disgust at himself.

A girl fucking complimented him and made him feel special...now he was apparently putting subconscious effort into earning more positive attention. What an intolerable display of attachment. Surely his friends in the Troupe would laugh at him for this.

He gave up on twirling his shoulder length ebony locks between his fingers, slipping his hands back into his pockets and giving himself one last disapproving sneer in the mirror before turning tail and stalking off. He had showered and groomed himself more nicely lately, and a little more meticulously, even if he had had fairly good habits prior.

There was nothing Feitan could think of, to make himself look nicer anyway. He'd briefly considered maybe asking Machi for a haircut or something.. but he was frightened to mess it up when that girl had pointed out how perfect it was to her already. He didn't get it.. he never fussed with his hairstyle and it wasn't anything special, just a plain midlength look with minimal effort put into it, and his long bangs framed his face. He combed it sometimes. That was it.

But he didn't want to acknowledge what he was doing right now and why - that he even cared remotely what that woman thought of him. Because that was embarrassing. And he also didn't want to draw attention to himself amongst his fellow Troupe mates, and accidentally tip them off that something was on his mind lately. He would still rather fucking die than let them find out about that interrogation.

As a result, he probably ended up looking more suspicious than not, slinking around the base at night all mysteriously. He'd glance around nervously with a flash of guilt in his eye as he disappeared out an open window, completely silent and stealthy. Phinks had caught him down the hall once, smiling and casually asking what he was up to at this hour, and Feitan quickly blurted out some poor excuse before proceeding on his little private mission. Good thing Phinks could be kind of obtuse.

But.. Chrollo.. curse him and his keen eyes. Chrollo kept a sharp watch on his Troupe and he was also insufferably intelligent. Multiple times now, he'd felt Chrollo's eyes lock upon the crested skull on the back of his jacket, and even worse - the man didn't question him or speak. He just watched... Observing Feitan's hurried, frantic efforts to slip away without speaking up a single time. Feitan would hunch down lower and attempt to conceal his presence, picking up his pace until he was moving as quickly as one could while also trying to seem nonchalant. If he could just.. look busy. Appear casual, but like he had something important to do that was normal and not shameful or secretive. All a very difficult task wrapped in a painful contradiction.

But so long as the man didn't say a word to him, he would continue doing as he pleased, and worry about the stress this caused him later during the following day. Sure enough, it would eat away at him. He'd accidentally shoot a few anxious glances in Chrollo's direction as if trying to determine if the man knew and if he was upset about it or not.

Yeah... Chrollo probably knew about his private activities.

Their boss wasn't a fool. Feitan knew that. And he also hated that Chrollo so happened to be the only one who knew what was done to him recently. He almost wished the dark haired man would question him on his nightly werabouts... Since it would make everything less vague between them.

Luckily, that night, he was pretty sure he'd managed to sneak away without being noticed or seen. The Phantom Troupe were encouraged to be individualistic and persue their own interests of course, so it wasn't a rule he was breaking or anything like that, he just didn't want anyone to figure out that something was different for him. Feitan was not ready to admit to any sort of interest in someone, whether it be physical attraction or plain selfish desire. Therefore it was instinct for him, and also simply just easier, to keep denying it to himself and others in his proximity.

He was an assassin, so this was his strong suit. In fact, he could daresay that he was the best of the best, at his current skill level. He was a prodigy in a sense amongst most other nen users, in terms of statistics.

Feitan broke into a swift, anxious trot once he was out of sight from the Troupe's base, weaving skillfully through the city once he reached the actual territories of dense civilization. He had a ways to go, and would often pick up a taxi, just to make the journey easier over to her suburban home. He never minded though - he enjoyed the private time in silence, wondering if today... He would finally break through his stubbornness and actually show himself.

For the past few weeks he would get himself ready, fretting over how he looked like a god damn teenage girl, and then show up at her home just to stand there and stare at it in defeat. The cute little house was warm and inviting, with a lot of thought put into both the exterior and interior. It all just felt like territory a man like him shouldn't trespass on. Like a devil, setting foot in a church.

But how did he know about the interior if he'd never broken in? Well, he trespassed anyway, finding what he considered to be a god damn gift from the heavens above - a window with clear visibility into both her bedroom and bathroom areas, and a wonderfully planted thick brush of foliage to keep him hidden as well. His dark attire easily blended in, and just as he was conditioned to do in Meteor City, he used his perfect stealth to slip completely unnoticed to and from his spot as he pleased. Eventually, Feitan scouted out other places to watch her activities if she didn't happen to be in her room, but it was rare. The only times she'd venture out was on the occasion of eating or needing to complete chores.

So, he slinked carefully into his usual spot, planting his feet down into the slight dip in the dirt which had been weighed down and compacted over time beneath his constant presence these past few weeks. She didn't do much besides eat ice cream in bed and watch TV.. sometimes she would read, or draw, or perhaps listen to music.

He knew her routines by now - roughly what time she would start her bedtime ritual, and when she actually fell asleep. He knew how often she showered, and how long it took her to do so. Feitan even knew that she didn't like to wear much other than her underwear to bed.

He hadn't caught a glimpse of her in the shower yet, as it was just out of view, but he had caught a lovely peek of her changing at one point, the unexpected occurrence having made his dick go hard in his pants within a matter of seconds. He had stood up and rushed home to take care of the problem, trying to immortalize the image in his brain forever.. or at least until he finished jerking off.

The frustration was near intolerable. Especially after that incident. It was as if, her body had awoken something in him after he was first introduced to such intimacy with a girl like her, and since then.. he was insatiable. His mind was plauged by visions, dreams, memories.. replaying sounds and delightful images in his head of how she moved, how she spoke.. god.. and how she looked. Mind hazy with lust, he wanted her again so badly. But how could he have her? Why was he hesitant?

His need only grew over time. He couldn't just have such a wonderful thing one time and then let it go. Rather, that seemed more cruel, than allowing a person to just remain blissfully ignorant to what they're missing out on. Now.. she'd ruined him. He partially loathed her for it.

Breaking and entering wasn't difficult. He was small, and he knew what he was doing. Rather, this was practically the easiest task you could give to someone like him. Chrollo often gave him the assignment of being the first to enter during high stakes heists, and he pulled it off without a sweat each time, having full confidence in his capabilities.

He wasn't sure what did him in that evening but upon that specific night, his resolve finally broke down, and he felt his feet moving before he could think. Maybe it was the fact that his target for obsession had disappeared, out of sight from his hungry gaze to bathe in the shower. And he was tired of waiting. Tired of teasing himself - of travelling this far only to never actually indulge.

So why now, of all times, was he restless?

Feitan's heart raced as he crept in through an open window.. he kept track of what safety aspects this girl was most prone to forgetting when her house was involved and he oftentimes would find himself chiding - shaking his head. "Stupid, dumb girl.." he would mutter to himself.

"Just asking for bad people to take advantage. So reckless." Her ignorance and naivety displeased him. Drove him insane, actually. When he was gone he sometimes worried that her antics would attract another not much unlike himself. Well.. he was said dangerous person now, in this instance. The intruder he so feared might infringe on her life was him. But.. what he actually meant was someone other than him. That would be unacceptable.

His clothes would silent pool into a puddle of fabric beside her own just outside the shower - the pitter patter of flowing water concealing whatever sound that would've made.. had Feitan been an amateur that is. Completely bare, on light feet, he brushed aside her shower curtain and felt the heat rush to his body as his eyes finally landed on her stunning visage.

As he glided through a separate open window like a ghost, it was difficult not to tremble with excitement, and in that moment Feitan felt a similar rush of thrill, to the adrenaline he got stalking an unknowning victim before silencing them for good. He knew the layout - he was familiar with her home after weeks of stalking. Mapping it all out for this moment. He felt like an animal again, closing in on a prey item, heart racing while he compensated for his lust with absolute flawless nen control. Yes, he could easily hush his aura into silence, and keep himself concealed despite his intentions.

His chest tightened, a blooming warmth rising down below as he took in the lovely feminine shape of her backside. So soft.. glistening.. fingers gliding through her wet hair. She was entirely preoccupied.. lost and caught up in her own little world. He could almost laugh to himself, sinisterly wondering why a woman in such a dire political standing with a bunch of criminals would ever live alone. He'd teach her a lesson.

At the same time, he pressed his warm body to her back, feeling hot water collide with his skin as he joined her under the stream. Feitan chuckled.. a low and dark noise whilst a smirk played across his cheeks. It was satisfying to strike fear into her heart after all the blasphemous embarrassment she put him through last time their bodies embraced like this. He could barely hold back a groan of satisfaction, the power trip of restraining her and bending her over in such a vulgar way making his blood tremble with euphoria.

Having stepped into the shower to join her, unbeknownst to her, Feitan inched forward.. slowly. He could hardly believe their closeness. His skin was vibrating, as if realizing and responding of its own volition to his stunning, beautiful, flawless object of obsession being only mere centimeters away. He suddenly lurched fast - a hand wrapping around her face to lock around her jaw in an iron grip, effectively cutting off her voice and muffling her recoiling scream of terror.

"What is wrong.. not expecting me?" He mocked her in his soft, leering tone. The woman was shaking, attempting to recover from the jolt to her fight or flight brain. Surprisingly, she was compliant, or perhaps she was shocked into a frozen state. "Don't recognize me..? You invite me here yourself.. not very hospitable..."

He snickered in delight as she recalled his name correctly. "That's right... smart girl.. saying my name.." he was satisfied that she realized who he was just by the sound of his voice and the feel of his firm body, despite their one-off naughty interaction having taken place weeks ago. He groaned, feeling a hint of relief as he traced his cockhead against the tight rim of her entrance, the muscles clenching of their own accord at the feeling of his intrusion as if to kiss his tip. Inviting him in... He thought.

Feitan released his firm grip from her mouth as he had mainly wanted to just give her a quick fright for revenge, and also, to silence the scream he knew would annoy him if he didn't intervene with it. As soon as she was allowed her voice again, she just gasped, feeling the man behind her begin to rub needily against her. "F-Feitan-"

Feitan had done enough waiting. He knew she wanted him, of course she did - she went out of her way to have sex with him before and even sacrificed a great deal for it. He didn't give her a chance to move, reposition, anything.. he just wanted to take her right here like an animal and fuck her wildly into abandon. So he did. One second he had stepped into her shower and the next he was pushing his dick into her without restraint.

He heard his favorite woman cry out in astonishment, her hips bending to lift her ass and accomodate his advances, a sneer of triumph appearing on his features as he realized this signalled she did want it. So.. no formalities after all. This was exactly, precisely, perfectly what he'd wanted. No talk - just sex. Part of him began to marvel and question all over again how mad she must be, to not mind a man breaking into her secure home just to torment her with fear, bend her over, and take her like a whore.. but... he had basically already established before during their first time together that she was fucking mental anyway. A woman that knew no fear - either because of her inhuman tolerance to pain, or because something else was amiss.

Feitan didn't hesitate to start at an eager pace, pumping long strokes into her with selfish force behind every thrust, his hips kissing her supple thighs and ass in a passionate rhythm. Given her dominant attitude before, Feitan was surprised to have caught her off guard this badly, and that she wasn't fighting back - but then again he hadn't really given her a chance to turn the tables on purpose.

She was clever and she'd won with her wits before. He hadn't given her the opportunity to speak. Rather, he utilized his upper hand. Physical strength. What could she do now? Feitan had her at his mercy, her dainty hands reaching desperately for the slippery shower walls to hold herself up, moaning and whimpering loudly enough that it reverberated into the space above.

The slick, wet noises of shower fucking were a drug to him. She felt good at this angle.. fucking incredible actually. The more he pushed her body and bent her over into a strenuous position, the more her walls would tighten in response around him. A glimmer of his cruel side shone through, as his love for total control often caused this to happen when he received maybe too much power. It appeared as a mean twinkle in his eye, the sides of them crinkling up.

"Disappointed how easy you break.. thought you were tough. Now you cry my name out, like I own you as personal toy..."

Feitan wrapped a possessive arm around her waist and pulled her in closer, hoisting her up slightly by the hips to fuck her deeper and better, a sinister giggle of glee passing by his lips and through his breathless pants of ecstasy. The shrill whimper he'd earned from the shift in position let him know he was rubbing up on a good spot for her.

The woman was sobbing under him, stuttering out syllables of his name like a chant to a God, and Feitan purred in response to this pathetic display which so pleased him.

"What's wrong..? Feel so good you can't even talk? Use words, girl... If you can even use brain right now..."

His husky groans and growls were drowned out by her cries and wails, Feitan deciding at one point to shove his fingers into her mouth to somewhat stifle the volume when it reached levels slightly beyond his preference. He liked her tightly pressed beneath his body, his chest flush against her back just below her shoulder blades, and his strong arm supporting her weight as her weak legs could barely keep her upright.

Feitan watched her knees tremble, and her pretty, soaked hair fall around her face into a curtain that concealed every feature except her gaping "O" shaped lips, fingers having found the faucet to the tub to clench onto for support. Or for dear life, rather.

At some point, nonetheless, Feitan had had his fun teasing her and he was done with that, focused moreso now on mindless pleasure and chasing that sensation of how good he felt. She was taking his rough treatment rather well, but.. he was calming down.

While typically sex tends to escalate in speed and pace, Feitan found himself going from a feral approach to a softer one once he had relaxed here with her in the shower, and his instinctive predatory prey drive had gone down after the initial spike of thrills.

He was just fixated on how her vaginal walls made him feel right now.. velvety and smooth with such a comforting squeezing grip right around where he was most sensitive. Like a snug sleeve, he revelled in the sensation, subconsciously going slower to revisit and remember the particular shapes, textures, and structure of her insides. His breathing ragged and heavy, he dragged his cock in and out of her while watching himself enter her each time in total fascination. His eyes, transfixed, as if under a charmed spell.

Fuck. He'd had wet dreams about her just like this for ages now.. he'd closed his eyes and desperately tried to cling onto every detail from that single experience, cursing and swearing in frustration when he realized he'd been too flustered and brainless that time to actually focus on storing memory for future use. Now.. this time.. he would be sure to burn it into his mind and never take this for granted. He would etch every detail of her beautiful weeping pussy into his permanent memory, from the sensory pleasures of his body, to forever reference when he craved this again.

He liked the way he could feel his tip bend further into her if he pressed his hips a little deeper, and the bump of her cervical entrance when he bottomed out.

He was losing himself in it like the first time.

"S-so good.." he let this slip mindlessly and without meaning to. His intention was to refrain from showing weakness this time around but he was really starting to throb and ache down there, the octave of his moans raising slightly into a more wanton, needy sound.

"Feitan-" the woman who'd caught his eye spoke his name so sweetly and so blissfully. It was music to his ears, making him sigh in delight at hearing it spoken so adorably. She was too fucking good.. so good. So strangely demure and fragile in all the right ways. Or perhaps it was just feminine allure, the kind that had him carnivorous and hellbent on his primitive breeding urges.

"Feitan, can I have your cum again please..?"

She used the most honey sweet voice on him.. he shuddered and felt his eyes roll backwards in ecstasy at the mere idea of her begging to have his seed just one more time. She sounded like an angel beckoning him in.

Feitan wanted to taunt her but he couldn't do it. He couldn't hold out any longer and he lacked control. Rather, he was too weak to this, breaking down into a quivering mess whilst violently spilling his semen into her rather disgracefully. It was the strength of the orgasm that made it so vicious - a shiver ripping through his body and tearing through his spine like an unforgiving jolt of electric shock. His whole body was left tingling and throbbing.

Feitan was not so ashamed this time, having had the satisfaction of dominating her; his shakey moans filled their shared space and he rode out his high with a few last shallow ruts into her heat. All he could think about was how good his dick felt. How good his body was feeling right now.

Rather than pushing her further down to take his load in an unbecoming position, he pulled his woman upright and pressed her into him, a hand wrapping firm around her hip to press down possessively over her womb as he stuffed it with his essence. He felt he was marking her in a way - claiming her, by cumming in her. While such an intimate part of him remained inside of her, she would always be tainted by him.

Faintly, he sort of comprehended that she was saying his name now.. praising him in some way which he could only half understand as he gained back his senses. Feitan felt his ears were sort of ringing and pounding.. his vision had gone a little strange. White at the corners. But he wasn't concerned really, nothing hurt and it wasn't in a bad way. Rather, the climax had been so good that he still felt a nice radiant warmth in his lower parts. He could tell he was very sensitive.

This would become a problem soon after when the women unexpectedly flipped around in his grasp, the light movement being enough to make Feitan hiss her name out in protest. His girl would pause and raise a brow.

"...you alright then?"

She would ask. After all it was the first time he had ever actually voiced her name. She'd left it for him on her note, but.. until now he hadn't seemed to want to use it. Perhaps it was a subconscious mistake.

Feitan, on the other hand, just huffed at her in exasperation. He couldn't believe that she was worried about him. The reliable strength of his arms were the only thing holding her up anyway - her legs were jelly and he could tell. "Fine, fine-" he brushed her off, panting just a few more times to regain his breath and his composure. The woman giggled and Feitan tensed. The contraction of her diaphragm had caused a light squeeze - an unexpected sensation.

That's right. That laugh.. the sound she made usually before making fun of him.

"So then are you done fucking me like a desperate, male dog in a rut... or what? You're way too horny."

Feitan just deadpanned at her. Was she really calling him something like that right now? Unfortunately, deep down, he knew it was true. He just sniffed bitterly in reply.

"That's now how I taught you to touch women. Remember? I showed you how. Before you got anything from me.. I made you watch. Tsk.. did you not absorb a damn thing I so graciously demonstrated?"

Feitan winced and he gave a choked gasp as the girl pressed her hips down gently. They were still connected by their sexes - and the simple movement, despite how gentle, was enough to send him reeling due to sensitivity.

"Naughty, selfish, self centered.. I was trying to condition you to understand you have to wait to get off and put your woman first. Clearly it didn't sink in. Maybe you need.. a refresher? You'll never make a woman cum if you fuck her like that. Sloppy work."

Feitan's jaw dropped at her ridicules and critiques. Mostly because of her arrogance. For the first time though since before, he was seeing her personality shine through. The one he had been expecting to have to counteract - the one that tied him up in a knot before and had him melted into a mess by the time she was done with him.

Admittedly he both loved and despised it. Even now, her words made his blood boil. The sheer arrogance. He wanted to snap at her for even thinking that a man who'd just broken into her apartment unannounced had a single care for how she felt. But he also found himself speechless by the madness of it all. Reminded, again and again, that a screw must be loose somewhere in that brain. He wasn't a disobedient animal to be trained. He was a very real, very dangerous criminal with a bloody body count to his name.

It was also difficult to protest because the woman was actually facing him now and that intense gaze of hers was locked on his eyes. Her body was so close.. her tits flush to his chest and her hips locked to his. Her arms were beginning to dance around his waist, and Feitan whined softly as she started moving again.

"I'm gonna show you one more time.. how to touch a girl..."

Feitan was frozen as he felt her hand reach for his and as he expected, it was placed at the perfect seam between her legs.

Admittedly, he didn't want this to end. She was so close.. her smell was intoxicating even beneath the steam of the hot water, her eyes were filled to the brim with promises of a tempting challenge, and her voice was hypnotic. Drawn in, Feitan was carried by his desire to stay comfortably nestled deep inside her. He was softening up a bit but he was still blissfully comfortable like this. He loved warming his cock inside her.

Hesitantly, he would play along, knowing what she wanted. His middle finger coaxed her folds apart gently and be began to press his fingers down, anticipating the need to work quickly if he wanted to stimulate her.

To his surprise the woman gasped sharply and stopped him, snatching his wrist. "S-soft.. softer.. go slow. Like you're petting something gently. Sensual circles.. but that's.. the right spot.

Feitan prodded lightly at her clit again and felt her stiffen. Was it really that sensitive? He paused, finding himself admittedly curious, before he traced his finger in a leisurely, light circle around the bundle of nerves. To his surprise and fascination, she immediately writhed, jaw dropping into an unapologetic moan as he touched her. Feitan was not known for having gentle touches.. but this was a circumstance where he oddly felt his slender, long fingers were good for the precision work.

This really wasn't difficult - he could see that perhaps many others would over compensate under the assumption that it was hard. He was perceptive and began to observe almost immediately what she liked best.

Feitan decided to kiss her once he noticed her vaginal walls were beginning to flutter and squeeze around his cock again. It seemed that the intense stimulation to her clit was making her muscles react and he sighed - it was feeling really good. Maybe touching her like this was worth it for him in some ways, after all.

"Fei... That's.. t-thats perfect.."

She purred and melted into a puddle in his arms. And Feitan snickered. This was enjoyable, to his surprise, watching her actually react to him and become putty against his body. All of this..

It was a different kind of control.

He wasn't imposing his will anymore by threatening her, overpowering her, and fucking her mindlessly like a toy. That had been a lot of fun too, admittedly - but this was different. He had the power to affect her now. He could touch her right here.. just the slightest bit. And Feitan understood he had her absolute compliance. Effortless.

His twisted smirk returned and he reflected on how pathetic she sounded. Perhaps his newfound joy in pleasuring her had some kind of sick and twisted link to his sadistic glee when inflicting pain. The reactions.. the surge of adrenaline.. it was all eerily similar. His hands, his touch, he could weaponize pleasure now the same way he so expertly did with agony. And he intended to be just as skilled in this area as he was with the latter. Years of practice counted for something, right?

It was like a lightbulb of correlation went off in his head. That's right. Could he perhaps utilize some of the same knowledge he'd so meticulously absorbed during his studies to understand torture - to instead inflict a different kind of intense physical sensation? Erogenous zones.. start with highly sensitive parts on the body.

Feitan began to thrust into her again, albeit very slowly and hesitantly, being that he himself was still extremely sensitive from cumming a few minutes prior. Switching from rotating his slick fingers around her clit, to rubbing the top of the delicate tissue, he grinned as she really began to fucking lose it. He decided to experiment, kissing and nibbling on her ear as she clenched around him with a vice grip.

A symphony of his name followed, followed by her whimpers and sighs. Feitan liked that so far, she was very honest and genuine about her pleasure - it served as reward and praise so that he could learn accuracy much quicker. He would continue, practicing his perfected and keen approach until she unravelled around him.

When she came, it reminded him of the first time, feeling her gush around him and soak his entire length in her excessive juices. He smirked, thrusting without remorse to keep her strung along the climax as long as possible, soon finishing for the second time with a groan. He leaned into her and pressed forward, causing her back to make contact with the wall as he steadied himself with an arm.

She gasped as her skin made contact with the cold ceramic. He panted heavily.. knowing full well he was spent. Her sounds died out, and soon he was left hearing a waterfall of praises from her. Good. She should be as whipped for him as he unfortunately was for her in this way. Now, she was chained and enslaved to this situation like him, and they could both be humiliated. It was only fair.

Feitan breathed heavily, reflecting on all the new, different experiences he'd just had. He had just tried out two different ways of engaging in intercourse and he could appreciate different aspects of either for different reasons. The first felt like rough and mindless fucking while the second.. well.. he was still processing. He struggled with bigger feelings and anything tied to legitimate intimacy was a touchy topic. But he had to admit there was some sort of strange, unexplainable charm to softer, slower lovemaking. Maybe though, he just really liked having sex in general.

Was that what he should even call it -? Lovemaking?

No, not really. Neither of them loved each other.

Not even remotely. Not even close. It dawned on him that he still barely knew her. Not that Feitan cared right then to get to know her.. at least he thought. She was troublesome and annoying sometimes.

"I'll see you next week then?" She asked, as Feitan finally pulled out of her with a hitched breath. Even the slightest friction from the one motion was overstimulating.

The dark haired man scowled - he didn't like her being presumptuous like that. Assuming that he should be tied down to some kind of visitation schedule. That would make things seem more like.. he was coming to her for what he needed and wanted. No, he wanted to come when he decided to. So he just clicked his tongue, already deciding that because of that one remark, he unfortunately couldn't show up next week. He'd have to wait.

Perhaps she would've gotten fully chastised if he was in a bad mood. But how could he be, when he was in his own quiet version of afterglow?

This time, at least, he left her with something. Perhaps in a similar way to her leaving him a note before she'd been done using him, and left him behind.

"Goodbye. Lock window, stupid." He said. And that was all he could emotionally afford to muster.

He'd stayed for far too long.. his next worry was going to be concerning how he might sneak back into base while appearing as if he never left to begin with.

He unashamedly stole one last greedy glance up and down her naked form before he left her there, drying off (with her only remaining towel) and dressing in a hurry to leave. Before he did, her voice left him with one departing message. "Just use the front door next time."

As if.

Nonetheless, he was distracted. Enough that he could hardly care if someone noticed the odd detail of his hair being damp. It wasn't raining out.

Feitan was too busy reminiscing on his sinful, pleasurable escapade. And the exciting fact that...

Someone wanted him like this.

[sweetheart4you]

Whehehehe I’m the anon that requested the yandere Feitan headcanons as a trans man with anxiety and sensory issues (with loud noises) I ate that up it was so good 🙏🙏🙏

My good sir may I request Feitan again (wahahaha I’m so gay) comforting his S/O having a mental breakdown

Could literally be about anything my anxiety/panic attacks end up turning into mental breakdowns anyway

May I be 🗿 anon?

You asked at a good time! And totally, welcome 🗿anon! It may not be accurate, though- TvT

You were sobbing, shaking, scratching at your arms. You were curled up in bed, in the corner of the bed that was in the corner of the room.

You'd had such a hard week. You'd started your period, and every morning , you woke up in complete pain because of cramps. Your boyfriend hadn't been able to come see you at all at any point this week. And there was an assignment at work that everyone had to do, and it seemed you were the only one overwhelmed by it. On top of that, your boss wouldn't allow you any accommodations so you could get the job done.

Safe to say, the fact that you hadn't broken down until Friday was astonishing.

Feitan decided to surprise his beautiful boyfriend. He was finally able to come home from his mission.

When he entered, though, he could hear your crying. Immediately, he rushed to your shared bedroom.

“Flame?! Little Flame?! What wrong baby?..”

You couldn't speak properly, so he had you write everything down. As soon as you wrote the word 'period', he put his hands on your abdomen.

“I'm so sorry, Pretty boy.. I should've noticed you were going to start.. And those assholes.. Why don't you stop working. I'll pay the bills. I'll spoil you. You get to stay home and be my handsome boy.”

[chrolloluvr]

Introduction & Masterlist:

Hi guys!! My name is Charlotte, and I write mostly headcannons, and sometimes stories! So feel free to request, and I may get something done!

I write smut, fluff, angst, etc.

I will write for Female!Reader & GenderNeutral!Reader, and exclusively AFAB. I will not write AMAB & Male!Reader (Sorry!!) I will automatically write Female!Reader , unless you request otherwise.

I will not write Pedophilia, anything to do with poop/buttholes basically, and no incest!

Requests are currently open, I will mostly take headcannons about characters & relationship headcannons at the moment.

I will write for all female characters, but I will not write smut, just platonically and romantically.

Fandoms & People I write for (Bolded and *'s are favorites, more in depth hcs):

Hazbin Hotel

-Alastor**

-Vox

-Angel dust (No smut, GenderNeutral only)

-Lucifer**

-Adam**

-Husk

-Valentino (No smut)

-Multiple

Helluva Boss

-Fizzaroli

-Paimon**

-Blitzo

-Stolas (GenderNeutral only)

-Asmodeus

-Mammon**

-Striker

-Etc.

Tokio Hotel

-Bill Kaulitz**

-Tom Kaulitz**

-Georg Listing

-Gustav Schaefer

Hunter x Hunter

-Illumi**

-Chrollo

-Uvogin**

-Shalnark

-Feitan

-Phinks

-Franklin

-Nobunaga

-Silva

-Etc.

Upcoming Works

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Reunited

Part 23

Illumi x Reader x ??????

part 22

part 24

A/N: so feitan may seem OOC and that’s only because he’s already gone through most of his character development. The next few chapters will delve into Reader and Feitan’s backstory :3

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(Name) steadied her basket against her hip, humming to herself as she walked down the street. She stopped every few minutes, pretending to check the wares of a market stall, but she was focusing on tracking auras.

Her grumpy friend had told her his friends were tough, but she didn’t think she’d have that much trouble finding them. She’d been walking around for an hour, slowly reaching the edge of town before she had noticed.

(Name) looked over the vast expanse of empty land, stepping off of the paved path to venture out. She made sure the lid of her basket was firmly shut before she began walking.

If a band of thieves would be anywhere, it would be in the middle of nowhere.

(Name) hadn’t ever asked what his group was called, and she didn’t really want to know. Being friends with him was easy when she didn’t know the extent of his crimes, and she wanted to keep it that way.

Was it selfish, and morally wrong? Maybe, but (Name) wasn’t one to judge people for their ways of life, unless it was someone like Hisoka. Now he gave her the creeps.

The farther she walked, the more sure she was that she could sense one of the men’s aura. He was the boss of her friend, a man named Chrollo.

They had first met when Chrollo came to fetch her friend. He said he owed her, but she refused to accept that. After all, saving her friends life wasn’t something she saw as a debt. Even if she hadn’t befriended the grumpy man, she didn’t view people’s lives as transactions.

(Name) saw a building in the distance, the aura growing stronger with each step she took. She kept her own aura calm, not performing any nen.

When she finally reached the building, (name) felt a hand on her shoulder.

“What are you doing so far from town, Miss?”

(Name)’s grip on her basket tightened. The voice belonged to a woman, one she didn’t recognize. She’d only met male members so far, so the woman wouldn’t know her either.

“I’m a friend of Chrollo.”

The woman’s grip on her shoulder loosened for just a moment, before returning. “I see.”

Pakunoda had looked into the girl’s memories, and knew she was telling the truth. She kept her grip on her shoulder as she led (Name) inside. “Don’t make any sudden movements.”

(Name) nodded her head in response, allowing the woman to lead her to the center of the building.

“My name is Pakunoda. Your friend will be arriving tonight.” She informed (Name).

“I know. I’m a bit impatient.”

“I can see.”

Light trickled into the dark room, a few figures visible.

“Oh, Pakunoda- wait, who is that?”

A blonde man approached the two, leaning down to get a better look at (Name)‘s face. She backed up a bit, Pakunoda squeezing her shoulder lightly to get her to stay still.

“She is a friend. Pakunoda, you can release her.”

Pakunoda did so immediately, (Name) reaching up to rub her shoulder. The woman must not know her strength, because (Name)’s shoulder ached from the pressure of her hand.

“Chrollo! Oh it’s been ages!”

(Name) waved, walking forward slightly before someone stood in her way. Another blonde, taller than the previous one, stood between her and chrollo.

“(Name).” He stated, staring down at the girl. She gasped, a smile appearing on her face.

“Phinks!”

She gave him a quick hug, laughing. “Did you get even taller? Oh my gosh!”

She pulled away, happily patting his arm. The man didn’t react much, only giving her a small smile. “You shouldn’t get too close to the boss, some of the members don’t know you well enough yet.”

(Name) glanced around the room. There were a few faces she didn’t recognize, a small creature, the blonde from before, a man covered in bandages, and a girl with short black hair.

Then there we another familiar face.

“Uvo, is that you?”

She left Phinks side, the beast of a man stepping forward. “The one and only, doll face. Forgiven me yet?”

She scoffed, pulling out a bag containing 10 large cookies. “You ate three of my chickens. Alive. It’s not that you aren’t forgiven, I’m just still perplexed on how you didn’t get salmonella.”

The man took the bag, cheering childishly. “Ahh, (Name)‘s home cooking. What’s the occasion?”

He had ignored her statement, deciding to toss multiple cookies into his mouth at once. She put her hands on her hips, a grin on her lips.

“Can’t I just treat some friends to some snacks?” She asked, before pausing.

“Oh, wait. I need to introduce myself!”

She set her basket down, making sure it was out of Uvogin’s reach.

“Hello, I’m (Name). I met one of your comrades after he was injured. I took care of him, and we became friends. He told me you would be meeting up in York New, so I decided to visit! Oh, and I brought treats!”

The girl busied herself with pulling out the various baked goods, not noticing the people around her whispering.

“Pakunoda, is she really not a threat?” Bonolenov asked, glancing at the girl. Pakunoda nodded, leaning against the wall.

“She tells the truth. The girl is not to be harmed, unless you want to piss off the boss and-“

Shalnark watched as (Name) cleared off a section of the floor, Uvogin lifting and tossing large debris at her command.

‘Interesting, she knows quite a few of us. The boss seems to like her as well.’

He watched her spread out a pink and white checkered picnic blanket, humming to herself as she set out several plates of treats.

“(Name), I assume he told you to wait to see him until tomorrow.”

The entire group quieted when Chrollo spoke. He had approached the girl, standing a few feet away. (Name) looked up, pursing her lips.

“Well… I may have gone against his wishes and followed your aura here…”

Chrollo smirked, crouching down in front of her. “Oh, have you learned nen? Is he aware of that?”

She nodded, lifting a plate of cookies to him. “Yes, but I haven’t told him my ability yet.”

The troupe watched in mild shock as Chrollo took a cookie, taking a bite before continuing.

“Mm, that’s probably for the best. It’s smart to keep your ability and class a secret. Some people can use it against you.”

Chrollo finished his treat and peered into the basket, (Name) noticing and opening it wider.

“Don’t worry, I brought the jam you like. I made it just before I left home, so it’s fresh!”

Chrollo took the jar, nodding in approval. “Thank you. I was surprised when he called me saying you sent me a package of jam and syrup because you heard my birthday was in autumn.” He hummed, giving her a once over.

She was an interesting girl, and he owed her a great deal for saving a fellow spiders life, even if she didn’t want to be repaid.

Uvogin laid out across the blanket, snacking on the various baked goods, but there was something else in the basket she hadn’t taken out.

“(Name), what else is in the basket?”

Chrollo already knew, having seen it when she’d opened the lid.

“Oh, it’s a birthday cake, but that’s off limits, so don’t eat it. That means you, Uvo.”

The large man waved his hand dismissively. “I won’t. Rather not get beat with your shoe again.” he teased. (Name) turned red, smacking his thigh lightly.

“Ugh, I told you not to tell people about that. I still feel awful! Though you did deserve it…”

Shalnark took a seat next to the girl. After witnessing Chrollo be so calm around her, he saw no need to be weary.

“So, tell me, who exactly are you here for?”

——————

As the sky darkened, the late group began approaching the designated building for their hide out.

“I sense another presence in the building, one that doesn’t belong to any of the spiders.” Nobunaga stated, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Machi hummed. “Probably a hostage. Maybe that’s why we were summoned. Feitan, looks like you have some work to do.”

The man was quiet, simply following behind the two. He could sense the presence as well, but it felt weirdly familiar. Maybe it was someone out for revenge? Oftentimes when the troupe stole, many lives were taken. A loved one of the deceased could have come seeking revenge.

The soft sound of laughter could be heard through the building, Feitan recognized Uvogin’s hearty laugh almost instantly. There was also a soft feminine voice speaking along with him. It was just soft enough that he couldn’t place who it belonged to, but recognized it.

“It seems they’ve arrived.”

Chrollo closed the book he’d been reading, causing (Name) to jump. She had been exchanging numbers with Shalnark before he spoke, the two becoming quick friends.

“Oh!” (Name) turned around, looking out the door to see several figures standing in the doorway.

As they stepped into the light, (Name)’s face lit up, jumping up into a standing position.

“Oh, does that presence belong to this girl? Hmm.” Machi stated, giving her a once over.

“(Name).”

Feitan stood a few feet in front of her, his eyes wide and confused. Why was she here, and why was Shalnark sitting so close to her?

(Name) stood and brushed off the skirt of her dress. It was a plain white summer dress, but it hugged all the right curves and showed off a bit too much cleavage, something that hadn’t gone unnoticed by some members of the troupe. Including Feitan.

She walked forward, pulling Feitan into a hug and giving his a light squeeze.

“Feitan! I missed you so much!”

The entire group stated on in shock as she planted a kiss on his cheek, squeezing the man tightly.

‘Oh dear, she’s dead. And we just became friends too.’ Shalnark thought, getting ready to delete her contact from his phone.

But no one was ready for what happened next.

Instead of ripping her heart out or throwing her to the ground, Feitan’s hands awkwardly patted her back, a tired sigh leaving his lips. He was obviously flustered from the kiss, but hid it well enough.

“Missed you too.”

—————

It took everyone a minute to recover, their attention kept firmly on the girl in front of them.

“Told you to stay at condo.” Feitan mumbled, rubbing his cheek. “Dangerous.”

“You know I hate waiting. Besides, I got here fine on my own, didn’t I?”

She gave him her signature smile, the man sighing. “We talk about it later. Introduce yourself, they don’t know you.”

The girl nodded, approaching the middle of the room.

“Hi, I’m (Name). Some of you know me already, but I’m Fei’s friend. We met a few years ago after he was injured in a battle. I found him, nursed him back to health, and now we meet up when we can!”

She smiled sweetly. It was a lot to take in. Feitan was a quiet and cold man, ruthless in nature. It was hard to imagine him befriending such a sweet girl. Especially when she seemed so… soft. In both the physical, and emotional sense.

Feitan kept the girl close to him. Although he didn’t touch her, his eyes stayed on her figure, only glancing up when Chrollo began to speak.

“Treat her like one of our own. (Name) has my respect.”

(Name) blushed, waving her hand dismissively. “Oh, Chrollo, I told you I’m not worthy of your respect. I didn’t do anything special.”

Chrollo shook his head, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Taking care of a person for three months isn’t something to sneeze at.”

He addressed the troupe, smiling. “(Name) has prepared snacks, they are safe to eat. Enjoy them while we wait for Hisoka.”

(Name) froze at the mention of Hisoka’s name. ‘Hisoka will be here? I mean, I knew Fei and him were connected somehow, but I was hoping he wouldn’t show up.’

She sat down, handing out cookies and chocolates to the members that approached. Shalnark was the first, sitting next to her again and taking a cookie from her hand.

Feitan didn’t sit down, but he stood near (Name), watching over her interactions with his fellow spiders. Just his eyes on them was enough of a warning to not try anything funny. It’s not like they would, considering Chrollo gave her such high praise, but Feitan… worried.

He hadn’t planned on EVER introducing (Name) to the entire Troupe. Sure she’d met a few of them out of necessity, but that was where he wanted to leave it.

“Fei, are you gonna try some?”

(Name had scooted closer to him, offering him a piece of dark chocolate.

“Try later. Tomorrow.”

She gave him a small pout, but her expression quickly changed when the chocolate was eaten out of her hand by Shalnark.

“Man, Feitan, you’re missing out, this is great!”

He reached over her lap for another, but quickly pulled away when he made eye contact with Feitan.

‘Hmm! He sure is giving me a good death glare!’

Feitan, brushed his hand against the handle of his umbrella, his eyes never leaving (Name). She seemed oblivious to the staring, chatting along with Shalnark and Uvogin.

“Yeah, she finally had her babies! Fei, do you wanna see the pictures?”

“Already showed me.”

(Name) had pulled out her phone and started showing the group pictures of her cat Tammy and her kittens. Pakunoda seemed particularly interested, (Name) promising the woman that she could meet her cats someday.

Feitan had already received his fair share of pictures and videos.

“Aww, but this one looks just like you!”

Feitan raised an eyebrow at this. Shalnark gasped, pulling her phone closer. “Oh wow, it really does. Haha, Fei we’ve found your twin!”

Feitan rolled his eyes, strolling over to (Name) and holding his hand out. “Oh? Here.”

She handed him her phone, the man scrolling through her pictures to see the cat she had been talking about.

It was a small black kitten with a white puff on its chest, resembling a skull. It had the prettiest gray eyes, stretched out on its back to expose its tummy.

“…”

He kept scrolling, pausing when he came across the image of her with another man. He was tall, with long black hair and piercing dark eyes. The man had a hand on her waist, pulling her in closer, (Name) smiling.

“Who this?”

Feitan turned the screen to (Name), trying to hide the jealousy bubbling up in his chest. She leaned forward and narrowed her eyes to get a better look.

“Oh! That’s the guy who kidnapped me!”

“Kidnapped?” Chrollo asked with a tilt of his head. “I wasn’t made aware that you had been kidnapped, (Name).”

She laughed, Feitan huffing. “Oh, well kidnapping is an exaggeration. We fought in the exam, he threatened to kill my friend, I was like NOO! Then he knocked me out and I woke up in the infirmary. He was like “grrr you owe me a favor”. And well darn, I don’t really wanna be in debt to an assassin, so I went with him!”

She said this as if it were the funniest thing in the world, but the troupe just stared at her in a mix of shock and intrigue.

“(Name), I think you were just kidnapped.” Shalnark stated, flicking her forehead. “And an assassin? How exactly did you become indebted to him?”

“Oh, he saved my panties. Wait! That was someone else…”

“Didn’t tell that part.” Feitan said, pinching her cheek. “How that happen?”

“Ow! Okay so… the assassin trained me, and one morning he woke me up by throwing me in a river.”

He pinched harder. “Left that out too.”

“Hey I don’t have to tell you everything!” She swatted his hand away, crossing her arms over her chest. “Anyways, I hung out my clothes to dry and had to walk around in a sports bra. Super uncomfortable but hey, not every outfit can be a winner.”

“Idiot.” Feitan slapped a hand over his forehead, groaning. He knew she was a bit ditzy, but he had assumed his sweet friend would at least have enough survival instincts to not walk around half naked during a Hunter exam. Now part of him wished he had joined her… of course to protect her, not for any other reason.

“Rude. So, of course, I had to hang my underwear up. The assassin said I shouldn’t, but gosh, maybe he shouldn’t have thrown me into a river! I saw a big fish, do you know how scary it is to come face to face with a fish underwater?? I don’t think so!”

“Off track.”

She blinked. “Oops, sorry. I met up with a friend of mine I made during the exam, and his badge was stolen, and so were my panties! Him and another guy I became friends with left and took back his badge and my underwear. It was my lucky pair, so I was really glad to have them back!”

She smiled triumphantly, brushing her hair out of her face. The building filled with laughter, none other than Chrollo himself being the source of it.

“Ahh, interesting as always. It’s never boring when you come around, (Name). Do you have any more stories of the exam?”

(Name) nodded excitedly. “Oh, plenty!”

———————

“And then Hisoka was like “tell anyone and you’re dead” or something! I don’t know I wasn’t really paying attention cuz my wrist hurt!”

She made a motion of grabbing her wrist, mocking Hisoka’s voice.

“… he hurt you?”

(Name) froze, sensing a change in Feitan’s aura. She’d only ever felt something like that once before, when she’d been attacked in her home when she was caring for Feitan.

“Already dislike. Should teach him a lesson.”

“Feitan.”

The man’s aura calmed when Chrollo spoke up, flipping a page of his book. “You know the rules. I’ll talk with Hisoka about his behavior, so don’t worry about it.”

Feitan just nodded, staring at her wrist. It had healed completely, but just the knowledge that she’d felt pain because of Hisoka made him sick.

“Fei, don’t worry. It doesn’t hurt.”

She said this in a whisper, leaning closer to him. He’d finally taken a seat at the picnic blanket, though he wasn’t exactly relaxed at the moment. It was hard to concentrate on her words however, when she was so close to him. The man only tsked, pushing her head away. “Whatever.”

As the night went on, (Name) started to become visibly tired. Her eyes fluttered close and her head began to lean forward before she’d jump awake, answering whatever question Shalnark had asked.

Although weary, most of the group didn’t seem to mind (Name)’s presence. She had that kind of magnetic personality that pulled people closer to her, the kindness she gave out so freely being the pulling force.

Several of the spiders had joined the picnic, including Pakunoda, Shizuku, and Nobunaga(due to Uvogin’s urging). (Name) stayed by Feitan’s side, partially because she wanted to and also because he was keeping a good grip on her arm.

Her, Pakunoda, and Shalnark were getting along great. She had even exchanged numbers with Pakunoda like she did with Shalnark, immediately sending the woman all the pictures of her cats she had available.

As she once again dozed off, she was awoken by Feitan catching her, the man growling. “If tired, go home. Late.”

“Mmm…” she nodded, sleepily leaning against his shoulder and passing out again.

“…”

Phinks couldn’t help but snicker. I mean, who wouldn’t laugh seeing their usually cold friend being used as a pillow by a girl he was obviously interested in.

Feitan moved (Name) so she was resting her head on his lap, allowing himself to run his fingers through her hair for just a second.

—————

After Hisoka joined and they had their meeting, (Name) stirred, opening her eyes.

“Ah, what time is it?”

“Late.”

(Name) looked up to see Feitan, the realization that she was laying in his lap dawning on her. “Oh no. I should probably head home.”

She stood, collecting her basket, but leaving everything but the cake behind. “I’ll visit again some other time, please enjoy the baked goods. I have more at home, so these are all for you!”

(Name) yawned and began walking out the door, before being stopped by Hisoka.

“Going alone?”

The girl paused at the sound of his voice, glancing in the magician’s direction. “Yes?”

“Mmm, that’s unfortunate. I heard that York New is swarmed with the mafia because of the auction. Could be dangerous for a little thing like you to be out and about.”

(Name) turned slightly to meet the magician’s gaze. “I’m not defenseless anymore. I can handle it.”

“I go with you.”

(Name) hadn’t even noticed Feitan had snuck up behind her until he was grabbing her basket. “You don’t have to, I’m-“

“Shut up. Not busy tonight.”

“I thought you would be busy the night of September 1st?”

“(Name). It’s August 31st.”

She paused. “Oh. I knew that.”

——————

Shalnark watched the pair leave, turning to Phinks once they were out of earshot. “So… is that his girlfriend or something?”

Phinks let out a laugh. “No, not even close, but I have a sneaking suspicion that Feitan wishes she was. You saw the way he was watching her, right? Never seen him look at a person like that before.”

Shalnark hummed, looking down at her contact. “She’s cute. What do you think she sees in Feitan? A girl like her doesn’t seem like the type to hang around criminals.”

Phinks stopped laughing. He leaned against the wall, peeking out the window to watch the two walk into town. “You just met her, so keep your thoughts to yourself. (Name) ain’t the type to care about whether we steal or not. She’s got a good heart, and it seems she’s willing to let Feitan take up some space in it. I think he deserves to have someone care about him like that.”

Shalnark rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, closing his phone. “Oops, my bad. I guess I don’t know her.”

The blonde smiled. “But I think I will by the end of our stay.”

——————

“Fei, don’t walk so fast!” (Name) whined out.

The two had finally reached town, and despite it being late the streets were crowded. Feitan wasn’t a big fan of people, so he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Ouch!”

Because she was rushing to catch up with Feitan, (Name)’s foot caught on an uneven patch of concrete. She fell and scraped her knee, struggling to get back up before she got trampled.

The feeling of a hand grabbing hers caused her to look up. Feitan looked down at her with an unreadable expression, pulling her to her feet.

“Always trip. What, I gotta hold your hand like kid?”

(Name) huffed. He really seemed to enjoy teasing her. “No. I can walk by myself.”

Despite saying this, she kept her hand in his, allowing him to guide her through the throngs of people. He could feel her body heat through her hand, stealing a glance at her smiling face.

Once the pair finally arrived at her condo, she opened the door and invited him in. “Chrollo said you aren’t busy tonight, so why not stay? The bed is b-“

“Not sleeping in same bed.”

Feitan took a seat on the couch, crossing his legs as she set her basket on the table. “Aww, but you didn’t have any trouble sleeping with me last t-“

The man shot her a glare, silencing her. “You the one scared by storm.”

“Yeah, but I seem to remember a certain someone holding my hand while I slept!”

“You grabbed me. Strangely strong grip for girl.”

(Name) was the one to glare at him this time. “Whatever. That doesn’t matter, but…”

She opened the basket to reveal a small cake, covered in vanilla frosting and topped with big strawberries. “Happy Birthday!”

Feitan froze as a memory replayed in his head.

flashback

“You don’t have a birthday?”

“No. Don’t remember.”

The two sat on the porch of (Name)‘a home. Feitan relaxed against the porch swing, staring at the river. “Oh. That’s unfortunate…”

A few days passed, (Name) being weirdly secretive about something. She’d been coming to and from town, baking something she wouldn’t allow him to see.

“What are you hiding?”

(Name) nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Feitan whisper into her ear. “Hey! I thought I told you to stop sneaking up on me! I’m gonna pee my pants one day and I WILL make it your problem.”

He only rolled his eyes, glancing over her shoulder to peek at what she was making.

It was a small cake, with the words “Happy Birthday Feitan” written in messy icing. He was taken aback, physically backing away.

“Why?”

All he could do was ask her why. He hadn’t been the kindest to her during his stay, so why did she feel the need to make him such a thing? He couldn’t understand.

“I just felt like it. Everyone deserves to have a day where their birth is celebrated. I’m happy you were born, Feitan.”

Those words went straight to his heart, the man immediately leaving the house. He had trouble processing the way he felt, walking alongside the river until long after sunset. The cool night breeze helped to cool off his red face.

When he returned, the house had been decorated, with his favorite meal set out on the table. It was late, but (Name) sat at the table, looking up with a big smile when he returned.

“Happy Birthday, Feitan!”

flashback end

Feitan was much more relaxed with (Name), but her affection and care for him still unnerved the man. She quickly set the cake on the counter, sticking a few candles into it.

“Ah, darn. Forgot a lighter.”

Before she could rush out the door to go find one, Feitan flicked his own lighter on. “Have one.”

He lit the candles, (Name) offering him a seat after he finished.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to youuu~ Happy Birthday dear Feitannnn~ Happy Birthday fo you!”

He waited patiently for her to finish her song before blowing out the candles.

“What did you wish for?”

“Not supposed to tell. Said it yourself, remember?”

She gasped, nodding before pulling out the candles to cut the cake.

He only had one wish, and that was…

‘Keep this idiot safe.’

(Name) walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her hair and wearing a nightgown. Feitan wore a pair of sweatpants and a black hoodie, lounging around on the couch after his own shower.

After his long stay with her, (Name) packed a few pairs of his clothes with her whenever she left to meet up with him, knowing he didn’t often pack extra outfits himself.

“Mmm, Fei, imma head to bed. If you get hungry there’s food in the fridge. Goodnight!”

He watched her close her bedroom door behind her before he responded.

“Night.”

Feitan rested his hand against his cheek, his ears turning pink. He didn’t want to admit how much he liked the lingering feeling of her lips, but now that he was alone he could allow himself to enjoy it.

“Stupid girl. Doesn’t understand how much I restrain myself.”

He laid down, pulling the soft pink blanket she’d provided him up to his chin. Hearing the sound of her soft breathing in the next room lulled him into a peaceful sleep.

——————

“Do you think you’ll ever find the one?”

Feitan stared at Shalnark from the corner of his eye. “The one? Meaning?”

The blonde laughed, leaning his cheek into the palm of his hand. “The one you’ll fall in love with. Like, a girlfriend.”

Feitan scoffed. He turned the page of his book and frowned. “Don’t believe in that.”

“Hmm, really. That’s a shame.”

“Feitan, Feitan!”

Feitan opened his eyes to see (Name) leaning over him, her finger poking his cheek. He was quick to slap her hand away, the girl yelping. “Okay, rude. I’ve been trying to wake you up for like 5 minutes. Breakfast is ready.”

He groaned, lifting himself up into a sitting position. “What’s the time?”

“It’s only 7 am. I know you like to wake up early.”

She set a cup of coffee and plate of pancakes in front of him before sitting down and starting on her own serving.

There was a small bowl of chopped fruits in between the two, which (Name) dipped a spoon into. “Get as much as you want. I’m not gonna be able to eat all of this.”

He didn’t say anything, his mouth was already full of pancakes. She tried not to giggle at his big cheeks, turning her attention to her food.

“So, what are your plans for today?” She asked.

“Nothing. Walking around town.”

(Name) glanced up, a smile pulling at her lips. “Oh? Then you’re free?”

“If boss doesn’t need me, yeah.”

She clapped her hands together, smiling down at the man. “Let’s go on a date, then!”

A/N: the next few chapters will go into feitan and (Name)’s history!!

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