#feitan x y/n

[lollipop-writes]

Hunter x Hunter Men as Boyfriends

Characters: Chrollo, Feitan, Hisoka, Illumi, Pariston.

Warnings: Gender Neutral, no pronouns or characteristics used to describe reader. Mentions of some characters being possessive, controlling, and suggestive. Otherwise no content warnings.

Chrollo

He is a gentleman and treats you with the upmost dignity. Whatever you don't want to do, he respects and works around that, finding common activities the two of you can enjoy.

A lot of library dates, early morning coffee dates, and snuggling during rainy weather with the fireplace going. He enjoys small moments of intimacy like this.

He steals and buys for you a lot of expensive things he thinks will look nice on you. Also, he steals anything related to your hobbies.

"This reminded me of you, y/n" he sweetly smiles as he gives you his present.

Feitan

He's surprisingly a very casual dude to date. He takes you to a lot of casual and relaxing venues, unless you guys stay indoors. Theaters, watching horror movies on netflix, and eating a lot of takeout.

But he's a VERY possessive boyfriend. I wouldn't say he gets jealous easily since he trusts you. However, he still sees you as his, and doesn't like it when people encroach on what's his.

Not as considerate as Chrollo when it comes to where you want to go since he kinda just. Has you follow him around wherever he goes, even on his outings with Phinks.

Speaking of Phinks, expect to see him a lot during outings and to have him tag along on a lot of dates.

Hisoka

If you're strong, he'll want to fight you a LOT. He loves testing your limits and abilities.

Expect spicy times after fighting, training, or "playing" since that really riles him up. He figures he's already in action so may as well get some more.

He's pretty goofy and likes to make you laugh. Expect a lot of jokes and inappropriate behavior, even during spicy times.

Hisoka REALLY loves to tease you and make you blush by saying obscene and gross things. If you're not blushing, he'll try harder and up the level of obscenity to get a reaction out of you.

Illumi

Illumi has heard of dating but doesn't really know how it actually works. By this I mean he's never officially dated and doesn't have a clue where to start.

He begins courting you by like, declaring that he wants you as a spouse and just outright stating that you two are dating now.

He buys you a lot of expensive gifts, not always to your tastes since he can be somewhat oblivious in other people's wants and feelings, but it's the thought that counts.

He watches over you like a hawk, making sure nobody lays a finger on you or even looks at you a certain way.

Pariston

Ok so you know how I said in some of the other men's HCs that they will buy you nice things? Pariston does that but up to 11. He loooooves buying you really gaudy, tacky objects and clothing. Extra points if they're revealing or suggestive.

Takes you out to fancy dinners and public functions quite often, and these make up most of your dates together.

Wants you two to appear as a perfect couple, in looks and appearance, in behavior and manner, and in dynamics and relationship. He has to uphold an image so the pressure is on to be absolutely perfect.

Not really very intimate behind closed spaces, unless he's in an uncharacteristically good mood. And even then it's more as a way to taunt you and hold more control over you. He'll be more affectionate out in public for sure, though.

[shiftingparadise]

May I request a Feitan x Reader please? Cute stuff cute stuff everywhere. A fluff with Feitan trying to confess his feelings and failing a few times before actually getting it right.

Hi guys!! I'm back <3 I hope you enjoy this one. If you don't, or if you would like to give some feedback, feel free to do so.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1294

“What?”, you shyly asked. “You keep staring at me, it’s freaking me out, Fei”. “Tsk, wasn’t looking at you”, his cold eyes darted to the side. “Right”, you sighed before you got up. “Where’s boss anyway? We’ve been waiting in this building for ages. I’m getting tired”. “You can  sleep here”, Hisoka smirked as he pointed toward his lap. “Fuck off”, you picked up a stone and threw it toward the magician, earning a chuckle in response. “I’m going outside for a bit. I’m getting bored”. 

No one answered. Everyone seemed to be in their own little world. Hisoka playing with his cards, Shalnark updating his device, Feitan sharpening his knife… 

“Hm”, you contentedly smiled as the moonlight greeted your skin, a soft breeze carried the familiar scent of the city toward you. 

“What are you doing?”, Feitan’s voice came from behind you. “Nothing”, your smile slowly faded. “I’ve noticed”, Feitan now standing next to you. “Noticed?”, you frowned as your eyes scanned his expression. 

“Cold as ever”, you thought. You always failed to read him, leaving you clueless as to what he was thinking or feeling.

“Your eyes”, he said, turning to look at you, “They’re sad”. “H-huh?”, you widened your eyes, “T-that’s not true Fei-“. “It’s fine”, he kept his eyes locked on yours, “You don’t have to talk about it”.

Silence. 

“But I’d like you too”, he awkwardly added as he stared into the distance. “It’s nothing”, you forced a smile. 

For a second, you noticed a hint of disappointment in his eyes. It was the first time you saw any kind of emotion on his face. 

“Pretty, right? The moon, I mean”, you nervously chuckled. 

It was so obvious. Too obvious that you liked him. 

He shrugged his shoulders in response. “You’re prett-“, he stopped talking before finishing his sentence. “I-I’m what?”, a blush on your cheek. “An idiot”, he clenched his jaw before kicking a stone in front of him. “I’m going back, boss will be here soon”, and just like that, he disappeared. 

--- 

“Careful”, his hand wrapped around your arm, holding you back. “Oh, thanks, Fei”, you shyly smiled, “Didn’t notice we were going to cross a street”. “You never notice anything”. 

Why did he seem annoyed? 

“I’m sorry, Fei”, you lowered your eyes. “Don’t”, he softly placed his hand on the back of your head, gently massaging it for a second before pulling away. “Don’t apologize”. “Hm”, your cheeks red. Without saying anything else, his hand glided down to your waist, gently pushing you forward, “We can cross now”. 

Butterflies. The way his hand gently pinched your waist, the way his voice sounded so soft when he talked to you… 

“Where are the others?”, you asked as you crossed. 

No answer. 

“Fei?”, you frowned as he kept his hand on your waist. “No others”, he softly answered. “H-huh? You said we were going to meet the others-“, “We are. In the evening”. “T-then what are we doing here?”, you stopped walking. “Wanted to get a coffee with you”, he placed his hands back in his pockets. “Oh”, you looked at the ground, a blush on your cheeks. 

Was this a date? Did he…? No, Fei wasn’t like this. 

“You don’t want to?”, his brows pulled together. “N-no, I could use some coffee now”. “Good”, he started walking again, not looking back at you. 

You walked behind him for a while before finally arriving at a cute, little café. 

“So cozy”, your eyes unwillingly lit up. “Hm, thought you’d like this place. What’d you want?”. “A latte, please”, you sat down as he went to the counter. 

“Here”, he carefully placed your coffee in front of you. “Thanks, Fei”. “Hm”, a small smile on his face. “W-what? A-are you smiling?”, your eyes went round in surprise. 

This was the first time you'd seen him do that. 

“Tsk, you don’t think I smile?”. “I-I’ve never seen you smile before”, you awkwardly cleared your throat. 

Silence. Again. 

“S-so, why were you smiling?”, you took a sip of your coffee. “Fei”, his voice sounded raspy, “I like it when you call me that”. 

Bright red. Your cheeks went bright red.

“So messy”, he leaned over the table before his thumb stroked over your soft lips. “H-huh?”, your eyes wide open. “There was some foam on your lips”, he  sat back down again. 

How could his touch feel so soft? So caring? You know what he did, what he enjoyed doing. It’s not like you were much better. You were also a Spider but… Feitan could be truly cruel, terrifying even. 

“I want to tell you something”, he stared out the window, looking at the cars passing. For some reason, he hadn’t touched his coffee yet. “Oh?”, you took another sip from yours. “I really like y-“, he paused again. “I really like coffee”, he lowered his eyes as he corrected himself. “Really?”, you smiled, “Me too. We should do this more often then”. You were clueless as to what he wanted to say. “Fine”, he coldly answered before finally taking a sip. 

--- 

“Dead, huh?”, you pulled your knees closer to your chest. The bright city lights greeted you like an old friend. You usually loved this. Sitting on a balcony of a hotel room, a soft breeze grazing over your cheeks… But not tonight. The loss of your friend far outweighed any pleasant feeling. 

“Dead”, Feitan said, sitting down beside you. “Where are the others?”, a cold look in your eyes. “Dealing with it in their own way”, he studied your face. “Why did you come here?”, you softly asked. “Wanted to make sure you were okay”. “There’s no time to grieve, Fei. Whether I’m fine or not, it doesn’t matter”. “It matters to me”, he looked at the sky. 

Why? Feitan wasn’t the kind of man to care about others, at least not like this. He cared about the Spiders, but he would never care about their feelings. 

“H-huh?”, you froze as Feitan placed a strand of hair behind your ear. You slowly looked to the side, only to find warm eyes staring back at you. He didn’t smile, but his eyes… They were never like this. “Pretty”, he murmured. “W-what-“, “I care for you, Y/N”, he interrupted you as his hand rested on your cheek. “Want to see you happy”, his thumb now softly grazed over your bottom lip. 

“I am-“, “You’re not”, he frowned, “Don’t think I don’t notice”. 

You didn’t want to cry. You didn’t want to seem weak, but … You never had this. Someone who cared for you, who wanted to see you happy. 

“Don’t”, he tried to sound as kind as possible. “Don’t cry”, he gently brushed a tear from your cheek. “I’m sorry”, you softly sobbed. “Don’t be”, two hands now wrapped around your face, forcing you to look at him. “I’m not sorry either”. “Sorry? For what-“, his lips met yours before you could finish your sentence. 

Feitan wasn’t sure if you wanted this or if you felt the same. He never did something like this before, but it felt right. He could feel a warm sensation in his chest, butterflies in his stomach…

“F-fei?”. “Talk to me”, his eyes still closed, a hand resting on the back of your head. “W-what do you want?”. “You”, he immediately answered, “I want you”. 

[imavillainok]

Feitan Portor x Reader | Sunburn☀️

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ー ♡꒱・！Tags : no warnings, gender-neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, oneshot

Pairing [ Feitan Portor x Gn reader ]

ー ♡꒱・！Summary: You went on a beach date with Feitan and didn't listen to his advice about wearing sunscreen.

You had been looking forward to your beach date with Feitan all week. You had packed your swimsuit, sunscreen, and a picnic lunch, ready to spend a relaxing day in the sun with your favorite Phantom Troupe member.

Feitan had warned you to wear sunscreen and protect your skin from getting sunburned, but you were feeling carefree and didn't want to be weighed down by sunscreen. You assured Feitan that you would be fine and that you wanted to get a nice tan.

As the day wore on, you and Feitan enjoyed swimming in the ocean, snacking on sandwiches, and lounging on the beach. But as the sun started to set, you began to feel the painful effects of your lack of sunscreen. Your skin was red and sore, and you could barely move without wincing in pain.

Feitan noticed that you were in pain and discomfort, and his expression turned stern.

"Tsk. told you to wear sunscreen, didn't I?" he said, his voice laced with annoyance. "You should have listened to me."

You winced as he scolded you, feeling guilty for not taking his advice seriously. But even as he scolded you, he gently took your hand and led you to the car, determined to take care of you. You could tell that he was upset with you, but you also knew that he cared deeply for your well-being.

Once you were back at the hotel, Feitan ran a cool bath for you and helped you soak your burnt skin. He brought you aloe vera gel and rubbed it gently into your skin, his touch gentle and soothing.

As you lay on the bed, wrapped in a cool towel, Feitan sat beside you and held your hand. "Sorry for scolding you," he said softly. "Just want you to be safe. I care about you."

You smiled weakly, grateful for his concern. "Thank you for taking care of me, Fei," you said. "You're always so good to me."

Feitan leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Will always take care of you," he promised. "No matter what."

[white-poppie]

Pure Imagination

Request: Hello!! Can I request a soulmate AU with Killua, Kurapika, Feitan and Chrollo where they finally meet their soulmate?

Poppie note: Happy Yorknew Day! The smile on my face whenever someone requests something for Kurapika 🤎. Soulmate AUs are one of my favourite things to write, too much fluff, but you know what I love even more? The bittersweet feeling :))

Pairing: Killua, Feitan, Chrollo, Kurapika with Gn! reader

Hunter x Hunter (ハンタ x ハンタ)

𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚

AU: you share scars/whatever you draw on your body with your soulmate.

This wasn't the first time Killua was meeting you.

The first time he crossed paths with you was 6 years ago; when he was 8. He felt as if time had stopped for him. There was this dull ache in his chest, pounding against his vessels, coiling in the maze of his stomach, only to be taut again when he realised that his family would kill you.

The tiny scar on his palm, a tiny and irregular shape, indeed no one else could have it. He was on an assassination mission with Illumi, hiding in a shop; he rushed out when he saw the target, only to bump into you.

He apologized and helped you up, gasping at the sight of the scar, and before you could question him about his reaction, he was gone.

After a few hours, for the first time your soulmate sent a marking on your arm, "I saw you today, wait for me. I will come back for you.--Killua Zoldyck."

It didn't take you long to figure out, your soulmate was no one other than the Albino boy. Since then he slowly sent you small messages, until today. Today, you received an address.

"Hi," he breathed shakily, feeling that giddiness and longing all over again, his hair was more settled down and his height had increased a little, "...hi soulmate...I mean Y/N."

You gulped and bit your lip to stop yourself from crying out, "Hey Killua."

Finding the most courage he could muster, he shakily took your hand in his. He was here to stay, he wouldn't leave, never again.

𝐅𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧

AU: The first words that your soulmate says to you are on your wrist.

Your friend was an asshole.

He took money from some infamous troupe and now you were being questioned by a tall blonde woman and a guy who looked like a samurai in a dark dungeon, tied up to a pole.

"I told you, I really don't know where he is or where he kept the money, I didn't even know he was involved in this stuff!" you cried out frustratedly.

The blonde woman sighed and called for one of her subordinates, "Feitan!"

"Take it from here," she clicked the heel of her stilettoes.

The raven-haired man breathed in annoyance and sat in front of you. His dragon-monolid eyes, scratched the very core of your being, tantalizingly.

"So, what do we have here?" he said to you and a strangled gasp of pain left your throat--the pain on your wrist, it was burning.

His eyebrows scrunched into a thin line, "what the hell are you doing?"

"My wrist...it hurts so bad!" you cried out and Feitan's eyes widened in surprise, those words were too familiar for his liking. He looked down to his wrist, to see the marks fading away with a slight sting.

It didn't hurt as much as you were whining, you had to be one of the sensitive types then, his favourite~.

"To think I would meet you here, out of all places," he said breathlessly, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that scared you, "hey there soulmate, you and I are going to have a fun time~"

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

AU: Red string of Fate

Chrollo looked at his Rado wristwatch for the nth time today. He wasn't used to it, the calmness. The non-rushed routine of work. All the members of the tropes were gone for a mission and he was free for the day, so he decided to go for a walk along the coast.

Chrollo, although hated to admit it, was still waiting for his soulmate. He was past the age, true, but a man can dream, right?

The small red string on his pinky was always so loose. Indicating that you were far away.

For the last few weeks, it itched due to the incredible tautness, his palms fell clammy with each shortened length of the string. He could simply wait for you to come...maybe you might, maybe you won't.

But my oh my! You were killing him with the wait!

Chrollo ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath and before he could think...he was running in the direction of the string.

He ran and ran, a faint drizzle came that soaked his clothes wet and stuck his raven hair to his forehead.

He had been a coward for far too long now, he wasn't going to stop anymore.

He came to stop when he saw the string end, looking up he saw you crouched to a small box on the corner of the road.

You felt a tug on your side of the string and looked at the man.

"What took you so long?" he asked breathlessly due to all the running.

"Cat," you picked up the feline from the box and showed it to him.

"Huh?" Oh man, his poor heart, you were too cute!

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐚

AU: you can see your soulmate's emotions through a ring on your finger. The colour changes to pink when you meet your soulmate

Blue. Your soulmate ring almost never changed its colour. When it did, it was for the worse only. For as long as you can remember, your ring had always been Blue, Dark Blue or Red.

Melancholy, Depression or Rage. You have never seen any positive colour on your soulmate ring. Your heart ached for him, for a person you had never met.

The ring was getting warm. He was close, your soulmate was close, but he could be anywhere! Your eyes searched frantically for him, this was your last chance to meet him.

Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. You sighed and sat exhausted on a bench, holding your head in your arms, you twiddled with the ring.

A blond boy was sitting next to you. On one hand, he had multiple silver rings while on another he had one singular--the colour of his ring hadn't changed too: orange, frustration.

You looked back at your ring. It was dark blue in colour. Your throat felt dry like a desert when you looked at it...you were looking forward to it.

Your dry throat soon let out a gasp when you saw the blue morph into pink. Your expression was returned by the blond boy next to you. His ring turning pink too.

Your lips trembled when you looked at him. Shocked by how such a frail body could be the temple of such heart-wrenching emotions.

His eyes were glossy as he looked at you, voice-cracking as he spoke, "Hi I am Kurapika -hmph!"

And before he could've completed his sentence, you embraced him in the tightest hug possible.

His heart was palpitating out of his chest and it took him a while to relax into the hug. That's right, you were his soulmate after all.

You were going to be there for him, making sure that he never felt those wretched emotions again.

A/N: mann I am so in love with Kurapika :,)

Tags: @akumicchi @jazzylove @futuristicallykawaiiturtle @kristaline2dmensimp @rintaroubby @nanaseishiro

Hunter x Hunter (ハンタ x ハンタ)

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[billie-rotten]

Baby, It's Cold Outside

Featuring: Leorio Paladiknight. Kurapika. Feitan Portor.

Rated R: Intended only for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

Contains: Winter themes. Cuddling. Whining and complaining. Fluff

Author's Note: All characters are written to be 21 years of age or older.

When he’s by himself, he usually just curls up with his work. 

Honestly. He curls up on the couch with his paperwork. 

But now that you’re in the picture, he feels like he has some sort of duty. 

When neither of you have anything going on, he might try to drag you outside to play in the snow. 

But after a snowman and maybe a snow angel, he complains that he’s freezing and gets you both back inside. 

He’ll make you both hot chocolate, and he’ll insist that you can’t wear normal clothes to be comfortable. 

Nope! You both need to be wearing pajamas. And who are you to argue?

He likes for you to lay your head on his lap while you’re both covered in soft blankets. 

He’ll put a movie on, and he’ll fall asleep almost every time, his fingers still tangled in your hair.

Alone, he really doesn’t do much. 

He likes to be lazy when it’s cold, though. If it’s up to him, he won’t even step outside when it snows. He’ll curl up with a good book and sit under a blanket all day.

With you around, things aren’t much different. 

He likes to bake on cold days, though.

Well, more like he likes to watch you bake. I don’t think this man can cook to save his life.

His warm drink of choice is a hot tea with a little honey and milk. 

He likes to read to you on cold days, cuddled up together with a sweet-smelling candle lit on the table next to you. 

Sometimes he likes to take naps with you, too. It just depends on how productive he has to be that day.

If it’s too cold, Feitan doesn’t even want to get out of bed.

And that means he doesn’t want you to get out of bed either. 

If you have no reason to get up, he will wrap himself around you tightly and make you stay next to him. 

If you do manage to pull him out of bed, he will walk around the house cocooned in a blanket. 

Because he demands to stay cozy, he will fall asleep just about anywhere in the house. 

His warm drink of choice is a black coffee. Sometimes he might add some milk, if the feeling strikes. 

Feitan is very whiny when it’s cold. And if you point out that he is being whiny, he just says, “I’m just being honest.”

He won’t admit that he likes it when you cuddle him until you move to get up. Then he whines that you’re leaving. 

[ofrolysdogs]

i hate you!

another feitan smut???? yay! this one is kind of an enemies to lovers with a special order of hatefucking, because who doesn't love it when two people who hate each other from infinity and beyond are secretly fucking without anyone's knowledge?

this contains; afab reader, hatefucking (main ingredient), deepthroating, public sex, backshots, violence??, you both almost get caught, spelling errors probably because I don't proofread ngl

words: 2.1k

MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT

you never liked feitan.

it was clear as a sunny afternoon during summer to the rest of the troupe and you and feitan had a rivalry that leaned into the enemy zone, from the small disagreements to the full blown screaming matches, he considered you annoying while you considered him insufferable.

but what the troupe doesn't know, is that the two of you have the roughest, nastiest, kinkiest, hate sex anyone could ever imagine, this started a few years ago, 5 months into being a spider, after a failed mission, feitan had blamed you for the failure while in return you said he got in your way of trying to kill off an enemy, you both were at the height of ripping each other's heads off until he pinned you on the floor and ravished your cunt from behind as he held your head down on the cold hard floor,, he told you it was to teach you a lesson, while it didn't necessarily work, god did that feel good.

every now and again your head would replay the scene where he would bite at your neck, drawing small amounts of blood, as he penetrated his long, girthy cock deep inside, stimulating your walls and abusing your cervix, while sometimes whispering how much of a nasty slut you are for allowing the man you claim you hate so much to dominate you, he grew great pride in how he practically humiliated you, and he knows how good he fucked you too, because you had the most powerful orgasm of your life, whenever you know you're in complete privacy, you masturbate to the thought, how he made you practically scream his name, how sorry you were for getting so out of line with him and how you'll never argue with him again, I mean yeah it completely bruised your ego, but god, it felt so hot for some reason... it took you a bit to realize you had a humiliation kink.

but anyways, ever since then, every now and again the two of you would go to private places on missions and secretly slut each other out, he'd call you all kinds of sluts, whores, bitches and all, and you loved every last moment, from the slaps on your pussy, to the end where you cum so hard your eyes roll back to the void.

you also enjoyed taking his cock down your throat, he'd call it a type of "cleansing" as he would wash your little potty mouth if he saw you getting a little too mouthy, so, he puts you in your place, like the good girl you are.

well, enough rambling, let's get into the present, shall we?

today's heist was going to be taking place in a monarchy country, the item of choice was going to be one of the rarest, most beautiful gemstones in the world, so beautiful rumor says people cry tears of joy looking at it for the first time because it reminds them of something nostalgic, honesty, you wanted the damn thing for yourself, maybe make it into a necklace or something?

as of late the troupe stayed in a luxurious hotel that's nearby the royal family's estate, from what you seen, the building was heavily guarded, but that's not a problem, 9 times out of ten they most likely aren't even nen users, so killing all of them would be a piece of cake, right now was nighttime so it was essential to get rest...

..................

"it's all your fault, (Y/N), we didn't get the treasure because you weren't fast enough to catch him."

the words that seeped from his mouth made your fists clench, you swiftly punched the wall nearby, though it made no hole, eyes landing on his small frame covered by his all black outfit, glaring daggers at the man who stood beside a large tree, though dark, you could still make out his features.

the mission ended in failure and another group of bandits managed to take the gemstone after a battle between the two, and damn were they strong.

"listen, if you're trying to get me riled up, now is not the time, you god damn midget."

feitan's brows drew forward, you can tell, he was glaring at you now. "watch your mouth, you know better than to speak to me like that."

you felt butterflies in your stomach when he said that, anger was clouding your thought though it still had room for arousal, you knew exactly what he meant when he said that, if the two of you kept this up, it could end in another hate fuck session.

"you were very close to getting him."

"YOU GOT IN MY GOD DAMN WAY!! JUST LIKE LAST TIME!! LEARN TO TAKE ACCOUNTABILITY!"

with quickness, your neck was now tightly held, so much so that you couldn't even breathe even just a little, his eyes, staring angrily into yours forcing you to look at him, almost growing hypnotized by his gaze....

"say another word, bitch."

letting out small whimpers, you could see that now, he showed genuine anger, not the anger clouded by the need to fuck you to oblivion, but the type where he would want to take your head off.

his grasp loosened until he released you completely, you took in the air as if you had just found out about it, you fall to the floor, legs completely giving up on you.

you couldn't even look up at him, you felt him stare down at your weakened form, hearing a small chuckle with it.

"(Y/N)....I would like you much better if you weren't so annoying.."

"and I would like you better if you weren't so damn insufferable..." you looked at him with half lidded eyes, hands in his pockets, a neutral expression.

"insufferable, hmm..?" he turns his back and walks a few steps away from you until he stops abruptly, his head turned back to look at you again, now sitting with your back against a tree behind you. "... if I really was truly insufferable... you wouldn't be screaming my name as I penetrate you..."

those words, you turn your head in embarrassment, a beat was forming between your legs, growing more and more so.

"...and if I really was truly annoying... you wouldn't be fucking me..."

feitan let out a huff and walked over to you, his crotch was close to your face just a tiny bit, but hidden away in his cloak was a growing erection.

as he stared down at you, trying to hide away the fact that it's all a front to get him to pound you, he imagined how you'd take his cock deep inside your throat, letting out muffled gags every now and then and those cute moans of yours, it's almost as if his hands came up with an answer for him, reaching for his pants to let himself out.

the tip of his cock touched the tip of your nose, you wasted no time grazing your tongue across, tasting his murky pre-cum, before taking him in whole.

feitan threw his head back, his eye closed, and his hand resting firmly on the back of your head lightly pushing you down further, it's been so long since the two of you got some action on, mainly because it's been months since the troupe got together again.

his cock was hitting the back of your throat making you gag a bit, choking, you pulled back, gasping in air as your hand jerks him off at a fast pace, your other hands fondled with his balls.

lifting his dick up, your tongue made contact with the base close to his balls, before taking them into your mouth, you had to be careful not to let your mouth close too tightly, your arm grew tired from all the jerking you were doing to him.

after a short while you take his balls out of your mouth and went back to deepthroating him, when his cock reached a certain part in your mouth he thrusted into you, catching you off guard and making you gag.

he was now face fucking you, holding both sides of your head firmly as he used your throat as his personal fleshlight, it was long enough for you to be able to tell that he was close to his climax especially by how fast he was going.

and after some time he finally came, he quickly pulled out his cock to spray his semen all over your face, leaving your tongue out, but he didn't care about that, he purposely reached for your hair.

you quickly came to realize that his cum was in your hair, you touched the front strands to feel liquid.

from the look in his eye he tried not to let out some type of laugh, seems as if he wanted to keep up the tension.

"why would you get cum in my hair?"

"why not?"

you rolled your eyes, before standing up to take off your bottoms and undergarments. "anyway, which position?"

"doggy."

you turned your back on him to get on your knees, looking at the ground to see that... it isn't that dirty, right? you stuck your ass in the air, leaving your moistened pussy out for him to see.

without a warning you felt his cock touch your entrance before sliding himself in, both of his hands rested on your sides, when the tip reached your cervix you let out a soft moan.

the softness didn't last long though, he started to pound himself into you at a rough and fast pace, making you let out a series of moans and yelps.

your ass bounced on his, as he thrusted himself into you, the sounds of skin to skin contact and your moans could be heard through the woods, as if you didn't care who caught you.

"oh my...... fucking god.... shit, your dick is so big...." you moaned out with each of his thrusts, before he tangled his fingers into your hair, pulling it back and using it as a makeshift leash as he lands a hard slap to your ass.

it hasn't even been a few minutes and you can already feel something coiling in you, as if you were already at the finish line.

until footsteps could be heard..

"(Y/N)? Feitan? where are you too?"

you could hear shizuku's voice in the distance.

"the boss told me and Shal to come look for you two, it's been almost half an hour!"

"shit..." you heard feitan say to himself before he quickly pulled out of you and adjusting himself, you got up as well and put on your underwear then your bottoms until you realize you still had cum on your face and hair..

"damnit, how am I gonna get this off?" you used the bottom of your shirt to wipe off the substance, all feitan really did was watch as you rubbed the semen he planted off of you, now it looked as if the two of you weren't fucking just now.

now shizuku was here, she was alone despite saying she brung shalnark with her, they must've split up..

"oh, there you two are, what have you been doing all this time?"

"out." you replied, pretending as if you were moaning like hell.

after that whole exchange, the troupe eventually formed again.

you all planned that within the next.... how many more months or years it'll take for the boss to call everyone back in, to steal something else.

everyone was gathering their things to head their separate ways, you walked out of the hotel building in order to take the train back to your home city, but you didn't notice that you had someone coming with you.

"you looked nice with my cum on your face."

you turned your head to see a certain short-ass standing unreasonably close to you, he looked up, now seeing his full face as he gave you a small smirk.

"oh shut up, you should've saw what you looked like when I had your dick down my throat, imagine if someone of the troupe saw you, they'd tease you for days."

your eyes landed on a man who stood from the opposite side of you, his eyes widened before he awkwardly walks away.

"you idiot, you should've kept your mouth shut."

"yeah like you didn't start it.."

but all in all, the two of you had some type of affinity for each other, maybe one day, everything would be better in the future.

[kazuwhora]

— NOWHERE TO RUN

⨳ WARNINGS. fem!reader, dark content, restraints, torture, gagging, n0nc0n, fingering (f!receiving), feitan keeps you prisoner and fucks you with his fingers

⨳ WORD COUNT. 1.450

⨳ NOTE. oop first feitan fic where are the feitan fuckers :o also there may or may not be a part two

THE FIRST TIME feitan porter puts his hands on you, there’s a rhythmic drip of leaky water that echoes through the room, deepening the emptiness in that rattles in your chest as you struggle to breathe. your wrists are bound by cold metal cuffs attached to chains embedded in the stone wall behind you— cuffs that jingle and screech the more you pull for freedom.

from across the room, feitan sits with one leg crossed over the other, and a cold, almost bored expression sits on his face as he watches you struggle against the restraints.

“they not break” he mumbles, though his voice sounds almost taunting behind the collar of his jacket.

logic tells you he’s right— that you stand no match for steel that’s practically cemented into the wall behind you, but instinct wont let you give in, at least until you’ve exhausted your mind, body and spirit to it’s very brink.

the more you struggle, refusing to acknowledge his existence in the room, the more feitan craves your pain. he watches the way sweat dribbles down your neck, and the way your body flinches and shivers every time he moves even half an inch. the power he holds over you is almost pathetic, and he can’t get enough.

“you never learn” he sighs again, standing up from the edge of the stone he had made himself comfortable on, pacing the room with an umbrella in hand as you watch and groan against the fabric gagging your mouth. “why not just be quiet? hmm?”

another groan against your gag has him shaking his head, tapping the silver end of the umbrella to the ground as the ping of metal against stone pierces your ears. your senses are heightened— worsened by the pain of the cuffs that dig into your skin with every yank against them. you wish you could listen— to shut your mouth and suffer through the pain.

but feitan is far from complaining.

the closer he gets, the more you flinch— the closer and closer feitan gets, the more your body trembles and struggles, yanking the chains tight as your screams are swallowed by the fabric soaked in your spit and his mind can’t help but wander to places he knows it shouldn’t.

“you listen now?” he asks, standing above you as he stares down at your bruised knees and shivering body.

your bones feel like they could break at any second, and your lungs are dry and weak from the screaming. you want to give in, but you can’t give him what he wants. not after everything he’s done to you over the past few days locked in a cage like some kind of animal.

“I said, you listen now?” this time he nearly spits his words, and another tap of the umbrella to the ground makes you wince.

but still, you refuse to answer him. your voice is caught in your throat, and your eyes stay trained to the ground until the cool metal of his umbrella is pressed against your torso as feitan drags it up to your chest, stopping at your sternum as your breaths grow heavy and filled with fear.

feitan can’t deny his thrill now— his body is coursing with adrenaline he’s never quite felt before, enthralled with the way you react to his advances. he wants more— to see the tears roll down your cheeks just for him once more. he wants to blur the lines of pain and pleasure until your body can’t function on it’s own anymore, and you’re left limp against your restraints, and a victim of his torture. he wants it so bad, and feitan gets what feitan wants, by any means necessary.

as the tip of his umbrella presses into the skin of your chest, feitan can’t help but snicker as you struggle for breath, and the further up he carries it, the faster your chest rises and falls under the pressure until the cool metal is pressed under your chin, lifting your head up to meet his eyes.

“look at me” feitan demands, digging the tip of the umbrella under your chin until you’re forced to look him in the eyes.

there’s something about him that taunts you— something you know is so wrong, and yet so undeniable all the same. maybe it’s the way his eyes flicker as he stares, filled with a mystery and a sense of loneliness that makes him seem a little more human the more you watch. the thoughts that fill your head make you hate yourself— but even as you cough at the pressure of the metal pressed against your throat, you can’t seem to shake the temptation that fills his aura and draws you in like a spell.

“not so hard, right?” he hums, crouching down in front of you as he places the umbrella beside him on the ground.

you can’t reply— feitan knows this, and yet he can’t help but tease you with his words as the anticipation he knows is there begins to simmer in your chest.

“now” he whispers, placing a single finger on your bare thigh. “stay still”

you barely have time to think before his finger slips past the fabric of your sweat soaked panties. he’s swift— quicker than you can track as he toys with clit and watches your eyes widen with a glossy sheen. your breaths are faster than before now, pushing the fabric at your mouth away with every gasp as he pinches and rolls your nerves between his fingers. tears prick the corners of your eyes that sting with the jolt of your nerves between your thighs, but feitan is nowhere near being done with you yet— he’s only just started, and the spell he’s seemed to cast on your aura takes over as an undeniable heat pools at your core. the tiny moans that get caught in your gag make him push you further. he wants to hear you cry, and moan, all for him, and feitan can’t help but slip a finger past your folds as your walls tighten around him. first one, then another, feeling the way you stretch around him until he fits a third, letting his thumb cup your cunt and press against your clit. you can’t help but choke against the fabric, letting your cries echo against the damp stone walls as his fingers curl inside you.

“shhh” he whispers, though he doesn’t want you to stop. his cock is hard and aching, but he can’t let you know how much seeing you like this turns him on. he can’t let you know his weakness.

as hard as you try to keep it away, waves of pleasure crash against your body with every push of his fingers deeper and deeper inside your cunt. it’s like he can’t get enough as his eyes flutter shut the more he pushes— wallowing in your desperate cries for some sort of relief as he pushes you close to your breaking point.

“I said shut up” feitan hisses, using your defiance as an excuse to dig his nails into your thigh while the other hand works at your cunt until the pain and pleasure of his hands spin in a whirlpool of conflict in your body. “shut up and cum”

what was once a defiant spirit has quickly submitted to his words as your mind crumbles piece by piece into a pool of numbness that consumes your senses. your arms go limp against the cuffs as your vision goes blurry— you can barely make out the expression painted on feitan’s face as he knits his brows with resistance to his arousal the more your body tenses and convulses around him. one flick of your clit is all it takes for you to fall apart, giving yourself up to his torture as your high washes the pain away and throws you into a cycle of dependence on his body for your pleasure.

“ngh.. ! .. ” you moan, as the hum of your voice pricks your lips against the gag.

feitan hides his blush beneath the collar of his jacket, pulling his fingers away from your messy cunt as you nearly drop to the ground with exhaustion.

“no screaming” he whispers, reaching for your mouth as he pulls down the soaked gag and frees your mouth. “now taste”

before you can even think about making a sound, feitan’s fingers shove past your lips and press down on your tongue, forcing you to taste your own pleasure and reconcile with the fact that you want more.

feitan mutters under his breath as you suck his fingers clean, checking over his shoulder to make sure nobody had poked their head through the door to hear.

“be good, and you get more.”

tagging: @tokyomanjihoe @arozaur @festive @thetempleofnyx @koucaine @bokuroskitten

[rinqwpan]

I missed drawing my og oc so I redrew a bunch of my traditional sketches of my oc digitally- and feitan bc apparently I like shipping my oc with short guys. At this point my oc is just my self insert oc 😭

also I suck at drawing feitan like I just can’t draw his eyes or hair right but JDKDKSK—whatever it at least resembles him. BUT I did enjoy drawing child feitan 🤪 definitely my favorite of the doodles. Also random kinda but I originally create my oc bc of hxh so- (sorry kokichi you’re like second LMAO except I see phys Rin and og Rin as two separate people idk or like Rin from another universe or AU idk smth like that)

OH and I just wanna say- I don’t have a proper reference for my og oc (digitally at least) so her colors and design are very inconsistent HAHAHA- so um I will also consider making a reference for her :,)

Also I desperately need to practice writing Japanese (hence why I write in Japanese in some of my doodles so don’t mind me trying to double task) bc I know if I don’t practice I’m gonna forget some characters and I’m gonna return to my Japanese with the knowledge of a beginner and I’m gonna get scolded and I’m gonna fail 🤩 so um, fun.

And I wanted to draw more phys (s) but I’m going on vacation soon so I’ll probably prepare sketches beforehand and finish them after I comeback from vacation. But yeah✨

[rynfushiguro14]

Can we like……bring back Feitan’s speach impediment in fics with him???? Not just speaking in short sentences but like similar to the 1999 Fei👀

[itsnexhun]

Rush

//i may continue this as a slowburn fic with more chapters//

no trigger warnings, maybe just feitan being his own warning

Now you were definitely lost. You clutched the steering wheel and let out a loud grunt. The navigation gave up on you an hour ago. Unbeknownst to you how, the thing’s screen just went black with a slight buzz. Completely on its own. 

Okay, maybe you were partly at fault there. Mashing the buttons just to stop it from being frozen definitely did not help it. Well there might be more to the story – like for example, when you threw it on the backseat of your car. Maybe those anger management classes your therapist advised were not totally a bad idea. 

Though you wouldn’t have this problem in the first place if your junk of a car had a built in navigation. But it was hard to put the fault at the car, after all, it was everything you had. Everything you owed. You said you wanted to get away from your life – your family, overly toxic relationships, all that stress and expectations you struggled to meet. Travel god knows where without any idea or a plan. But somehow you could never travel without a destination set in your navigation. You found it hard to just start the engine and drive, to not think about what comes next. 

Noticing a traffic sign saying that a gas station is nearby on your way, you decided your next course of action. Again, you were choosing a destination, a goal, making a plan or schedule for you to go by. You blamed the absence of your spontaneity on your upbringing. It’s still hard for you to break the habit. But you can’t help but to listen to the logical part of your brain saying that you are at least going to need a map if not a whole new navigation. Besides, you were getting hungry. There’s no helping that.

Turning the direction indicators on you moved to the lane on your right ready to drive in the station. Feeling collision you harshly stepped on the brake almost throwing yourself through the front window. There definitely was something black and pale that just flew ahead of your car. It couldn’t have been a person right?  You weren’t going crazy just now right? You could swear that the speed it appeared, whatever it was, in front of your car was inhuman. Or were your reflexes just slowed down due to exhaustion? With your breathing picking up due to panic, you start to shake. You barely see anything through your watery eyes as you try to shakingly get out of the car. 

Whatever it was, you have to check. 

Holding onto your car for dear life you hurried in front to check. But there was nothing. No black piece of clothing, no blood, no person. You missed a few breaths as you hurriedly started checking your surroundings. There was nothing you could see that wasn’t already there before. The motorway you drove off. The somewhat bleak scenery. Cloudy weather with no sun soon in sight. As if it was just a fruit of your imagination. Delusion of your tired self. You decided that it’s probably for the better if you stay in the parking lot of the gas station for the night and try to get yourself together. 

You jumped as you heard the honking of a car that you accidentally blocked. Red in the face you hurried back and drove off to park your car. You weren’t exactly low on gas and now you were far too embarrassed to go tank your car among the people you just annoyed by your reckless behavior. Besides you need a second to actually catch your breath. 

Besides three other cars, the parking lot behind the station was almost deserted. Even though you should be happier about sleeping with less strangers around, it somewhat had an eerie undertone to it. You didn’t feel comfortable being this alone. 

Turning of the engine you slumped down your seat and let a deep breath out. No other cars behind you seem to have seen anything that you did. At least no one cared enough to point it out and alarm everyone about the situation. Maybe it really was just your own mind playing games with you. You didn’t feel like you have been awake for that long to be tired enough to see things. 

You heard quiet squeaking outside your car. Mice? No, it sounded like leather rubbing against the surface of the car. Hiding behind your seat, you searched your pockets. You kept a pocket knife on your person for all kinds of situation. Reaching in deeper, the only thing you could find were old receipts you forgot to trash away. No sign of your weapon. 

“Shit.”

Where was it? You shakingly started searching floor of your car. You couldn’t have lost it right? It was your only means of self-defense. Now you even hear footsteps closing in. That’s definitely a person. You turn the engine back on and whatever you heard seems to have fled. Turning it off again, you quickly get out of the car. 

But there was nothing. Nothing. No human being would be able to get away so fast. You checked under the car. There really was just nothing. Checking your pockets, you found your knife again. You were far too tired. It was probably just all in your mind.

Right?

You have to buy something to eat. You have been abusing your own health far too much. Walking to the station, your surroundings feel lot more peaceful. The cold air burning into your skin. Leaves rustling all around you. Cars rushing by. No more suspicious phenomena’s creeping up on you.

Still, you felt oddly unsafe. 

You kept your head low as you walked into the store. You did not want to see any of the angry people you blocked with your car earlier. 

“Sir, will you please stop unpacking that first aid kit before paying!”

From behind the shelves, you heard the young girl’s voice who you presumed work at the station. She was pulling onto a shorter person who seemed to not respond to her cries. You froze on the spot. That black fabric, that pale skin peeking from behind it. You recognized right away from the earlier car accident. 

It was no illusion. You actually ran someone over.

“I’ll pay for it.”

You definitely did not think anything through before saying that. But ultimately it was most likely your fault that this stranger was injured. Despite their strange behavior, you had to help.

“Thank god! I don’t know what my boss would have done if he knew I let someone steal something again…”

The girl almost fell into your arms crying. Though you thought that her manager probably would not mind if she let this one slide and helped to treat the injured. While she was telling you almost her whole life story, you examined the strange person before you. 

Upon closer look you noticed that he’s a guy with rather a short stature. He did not seem to pay attention to any of you two. His coat was wrinkled and torn, you could see some blood stains along the leather. Knee-high shoes were completely covered in dirt and something you did not dare to identify. Half of his face was  covered by a bandana with a skull motive. And the rest of his face… Well, you couldn’t really see as it was covered by his messy raven black hair.

He grabbed his coat and started to take it all off along with his shirt over his head. You saw the cashier freak out. And frankly, you were freaking out right now too. The more you looked at him, the more wounds and blood you saw. 

“Please! Stop!”

You grabbed his arm and he halted all his movement. A pair of cold angry eyes stared at you through the hair. You froze on the spot. Just a look made you realize how dangerous the man standing mere centimeters next to you is. It was too hard to look him in the eyes. It felt like he was skinning you alive, you rather averted your gaze.

“I’ll help you… But let’s not do this here. Let’s go somewhere more private. Like the bathrooms… Alright?” 

“Private?”

He turned completely to you and raised an eyebrow. You realized the kind of connotations your suggestion might have had. Redness coming onto your face, you kept telling yourself to calm down. This was a strange dangerous and injured man who you might have hit with your car. 

“Sure.” He suddenly complied tearing out of your grasp walking towards the bathrooms. Walking slowly, turning back making sure you were following him. You hoped you wouldn’t regret this choice later. Your stranger-danger alarm was going off violently in your head. 

His figure disappears within the men’s bathroom and as much as this situation makes you uncomfortable, you follow him inside. Sudden force pushes you to the wall and before you can even realize, his inhumanely sharp nails are threatening to slice your throat. 

You forget to breath. How does even breathing works at this point? Sincerely – you have no idea. Forced to look into his cold eyes, you almost feel like crying. They are beautiful in a terrifying way – colorless and bone chilling. 

“Your deal?”

It’s almost as if he doesn’t talk but hisses. You feel the nails digging into your skin painfully slow. He’s so close his hair almost touches your face and you can feel his quiet breathing.

“I’m so sorry I ran you over!” 

You blurt out and close your eyes preparing for the worst.

“I’ll do anything so please don’t kill me!”

Peeking behind your eyelashes, you test the waters. It almost seems like he’s laughing at you. Second after that you are released falling to his knees on the cold dirty bathroom tiles. You can breathe again. Your heart is beating as if you just ran a marathon. This felt too surreal. 

He steps back and starts shedding his clothes. If you couldn’t tell from his strength before, now you could see his muscular body. Due to his baggy attire it was rather hard to tell at first glance. Deep slashes and cuts were littered across his pale skin, some older some newer than others. You could see that he tried to patch himself up at most places and that even if he did a good job, there were some wounds on his back that he couldn’t reach or take care of well. This is where you can make yourself useful. You have some medical knowledge from the days back before you abandoned everything.

Picking up yourself from the floor you unpack the kit. You can feel his stare on your back. Thankfully he kept on his pants – you weren’t in that type of danger. He lifts himself up to sit on the row of sinks and leans back against the mirrors. If he weren’t so wary of you, you could swear he would pass out of exhaustion right before your eyes. For a moment he almost seemed vulnerable. 

“I thought you someone else.”

He explained in his broken way of speaking. You didn’t expect of him to give you an actual explanation, why he attacked you – till now you didn’t even think he saw you as a person. At first you were to him like a mouse or a little ant he could squash any minute. Now you were another human being. You start working on his injuries making sure not to touch him too much. Any move could possibly agitate him again and then it would be over for you. 

“Can I ask… If it wasn’t me who did these injuries – then who?”

It may have been a bold move to ask him that. 

“Dead people.”

You stop and look up to him. Looking into his eyes seems much more easier now. Maybe you are getting more comfortable with him – perhaps too comfortable for the situation. 

“Maybe… Maybe I’d rather not know.”

Under your fingertips you can feel his body vibrate from his laugh. Though it’s more like a screech than a laugh, it makes the corners of your lips lift up too. No matter how odd the situation may have seemed, you felt oddly at peace. The adrenaline that ran through your veins just a moment ago gave you a feeling of rush, perhaps the one you were searching for. 

You resume your work.

“Feitan.”

“Hm?”

“My name.”

Strange feelings of excitement overcome you and even though you know that giving your name to a stranger covered in blood is a dumb idea, you decide to do so anyway. You give him your name and seal the acquaintanceship between the two of you. 

“Nice to meet you, Feitan.”

[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

[lollipop-writes]

How Hunter x Hunter Men Celebrate Christmas With You

Characters: Chrollo, Feitan, Hisoka, Illumi, Pariston, Phinks.

CW: Established relationship. Suggestive in some areas.

A/N: Just the ways I think they would celebrate Christmas with you.

Chrollo

Chrollo is pretty neutral towards Christmas since he steals whatever he wants, whenever he wants.

So he doesn’t see it as a special time of year for the most part.

However, he still gets you beautiful and thoughtful gifts to your liking and that relate to your hobbies.

If you still get him a gift despite his neutrality on Christmas, he’ll be really touched. He would probably even keep it as a keepsake.

He mainly likes to spend Christmas inside, since he can cuddle you by the fireplace as he reads a book.

Yet he’s not averse to parties, and would happily attend a party with you.

He thinks the idea of a mistletoe is cute, along with you trying to get him to kiss you underneath one. So he obliges you and is willing to kiss you under the mistletoe.

Feitan

He’s really not into Christmas. He doesn’t hate it, but to him it’s just another day.

That said, if you’re into Christmas he might think you're being cute and go along with it sometimes. It really depends on his mood.

Surprisingly he’s down to go to a party with you every now and then.

He’s a quiet and introverted individual, so he will only give you Christmas presents in private, such as at home.

Feitan is really good at picking presents! He does pay attention to your hobbies and likes, so he's sure to get you something that you like!

He’s really not into PDA outside of the rare putting a hand around your waist. But if it’s very important to you he’ll still kiss you under a mistletoe.

Hisoka

Hisoka likes Christmas for the decorations and the food, but more for the reason that he gets to spend time with you.

He’s not against going to a party with you. Though I can’t really see him at a party for long.

As such, he would ask to spend at least a portion of the day privately with you.

He really takes advantage of the mistletoe to kiss you over and over, regardless of whether you’re at a party or at home.

He likes to make snowmen and get into snowball fights with you.

Of course he gets turned on by the silly snowball fighting and you both end up warming up inside.

Illumi

Illumi likes Christmas as more of a tradition than anything else.

But when you finally get him to celebrate it outside his house, he’s hooked.

He’ll love whatever gift you give him since it reminds him of you.

He buys you a really nice gift but it’s either something that’s really scary to you like weapons, or just something that isn’t to your tastes at all.

He’s heard of mistletoe before but he’s never kissed under one. So when you kiss him under the mistletoe for the first time, he’s kind of shocked and has to process it for a bit.

He likes it though so he tries to sneak you two on over under the mistletoe multiple times.

In his head, he's already making plans to set up a bunch of mistletoe everywhere next Christmas, so he can bomb you with little kisses.

Pariston

Pariston doesn’t care about Christmas at all. He thinks the whole concept of the christmas spirit is really disgusting.

That said, he still takes you out to some really high society parties to celebrate the holiday with you.

Or more so since he wants you two to appear really happy and in love, and he knows how a sappy display of emotions can win people over.

Gets you amazing gifts that he has you open in front of everyone, except for the more suggestive ones.

He would also really like it if you got him a gift, since it shows how much in love you two are to other people.

Will definitely kiss you under the mistletoe a few times.

Phinks

Phinks goes all out during Christmas. I can really see him being into the partying, and maybe even the Christmas spirit to an extent.

He doesn’t like to turn up alone at parties, so expect him to take you out a lot during the holiday season.

I can’t see him being into staying at home for the holidays. To him it’s a time to celebrate and get out of the house.

That said, he’s a very fun guy to be around when he’s partying and he certainly knows how to celebrate.

He’s not good at gift giving. He probably buys you something like an outfit to match his Gucci tracksuit.

He really needs Feitan’s help in the gift giving area.

Will absolutely kiss you under the mistletoe, but he’ll be all blushy after you kiss him.

[shiftingparadise]

I LOVE the way u write for Feitan soooooo much!!! Would u ever consider writing something separate to soft spot for him?? I feel like you could write the sweetest (dirtiest) short stories for him.. or even some headcanons? ♡ I love all of ur writing!! Good job dude ♡♡♡

Thank you for your kind words. I'm really glad you like my fics with Fei 🥺. I hope you like this one as well. I'm planning on writing more fics with him after I'm caught up with all the requests 🤍✨.

I'm currently working on a Draken fic and a second part of the 'let's be friends' fic with Killua. I'm writing very slowly because I'm working until the summer and I don't have a lot of free time. I'm sorry guys :(

WARNINGS: smut

Word count: 1995

“Fuck, that auction was more work than expected”, Phinks rubbed the space between his brows, “Can’t wait to get a drink. What about you, Fei?”. “I don’t drink”, Feitan coldly replied. “Come on, little Fei”, Phinks smirked, “One drink”. “No”. “Hm”, a quiet chuckle left Chrollo’s throat. “Always so uptight”. “See? Even boss thinks so”, Phinks eagerly waved his hand in the air. “Tsk, are they blind here? I want to order something”. 

“Sorry sir”, you humbly bowed your head, “I’m afraid it’s a busy night. What can I get you guys?”. 

Your voice… So soft, so innocent… 

“Whiskey sour”, the blonde replied. “Scotch”, the other replied. “What about you?”, you kindly smiled at the dark-haired figure. 

“Water”. 

“Ignore that. He’ll have the same as me”, the blonde replied. “Water it is”, you playfully smiled before turning around. 

“What a pretty little thing”, Phinks’ eyes glided down your back as you walked towards the bar. “Should we take her?”, Chrollo’s eyes lit up. “I’m sure she’d make a cute toy”. 

Normally,Feitan would happily agree. He’d always liked the sound of cute little whimpers, but not today. He didn’t want you to be scared.

“What do you think, Fei?”. “I don’t think she’s pretty enough”. “What?!”, the blonde raised his voice. “She’s one of the prettiest girls we’ve ever met, right boss?”. “She’s got my attention, to say the least”, Chrollo studied your movements. “We’ll take her after her shift’s over”. 

No. He didn’t want them to take you. 

“Shouldn’t we focus on the mission?”. “What’s wrong, little Fei?”. “He doesn’t want to share”, Chrollo smirked. “Tsk, too bad. I want her”, the blonde turned his head to catch you leaning over the bar. You were obviously trying to grab something but failed to do so. “Imagine standing behind that perfect ass”. “Imagine waking up with your guts hanging out your stomach”, Feitan’s eyes lit up. “No fighting”, Chrollo sternly replied. “Let’s forget about her. Feitan’s right, let’s talk business”. “Nice, little Fei. You ruined the evening for everyone”. 

“Ruined?”, you smiled as you placed down the drinks. It was obvious they didn’t notice you at first. “He sure made mine”. “Huh?”, Feitan tilted his head to look at you. “Such a pretty face”, you placed his water in front of him, “It’s not often someone as handsome walks in this bar”. 

“Thanks”, a short reply. “Auch”, you softly giggled, “Anyway, enjoy your evening boys”. 

“What the hell, Fei?!”, Phinks gritted his teeth as you once again walked away. “She flirted with you, and you replied with ‘thanks’?”. “Tsk, what the hell was I supposed to say?”. “Want to play some pool?”, Chrollo hastily intervened, “The loser gets sent on a mission with Hisoka”.  “I’m going to the hotel. Tired”, Feitan sighed. “You sure? We don’t get many nights off”, a lingering smile on Chrollo’s face. “I’m sure boss. Goodnight”. “Okay Fei, see you tomorrow”. “Goodnight, idiot”, the blonde replied before walking to the pool table. 

His heart ached at the thought that he never see you again. He hated this feeling. 

“Leaving?”. “Huh?”, Feitan slowly turned his head. “Leaving?”, you repeated yourself as you closed your jacket. “Yeah, I’m tired”, Feitan ignored the taxi that was waiting for him. “Me too. Work’s stressing me out lately”, a serious expression on your face. “Hm”, another cold reply. 

“I’m starving. Want to grab some food?”. 

Why were you asking a stranger to ‘grab some food’? It annoyed him how careless you were. 

“Just be honest and tell me what you really want”, Feitan's eyes met yours. They seemed so cold and distant, but there was a slight smirk on his face.  “H-huh? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you hastily turned your head to the ground, cheeks red with shame. “Normally boss gets all the girls”, he looked to the sky, “About time I had some fun”. “H-huh?”, you froze as you felt his hand around your wrist, pulling you towards the car. “W-wait-“. “Don’t back down now. You seemed so eager a minute ago”. 

“Where are you taking me?”, you pulled away, studying the car in front of you. “My room”. “Where? I’m not getting into a car with a stranger without knowing where you’re taking me”. “Waste of time. We both know you’re coming”. 

He watched as you grabbed your phone from your bag. You were so cute with your fake ‘stern’ expression and cherry-red cheeks. 

“What are you doing?”, he clenched his jaw. “I’m sharing my location with a friend”, you frowned, "If you end up murdering me-". “Don’t worry, I’m not planning to”, he interrupted you with a smirk. “Now get in. It’s cold”. 

--- 

“What’s your name?”, you asked as he opened the door to his room. It was a luxurious hotel, something regular people couldn’t afford. “Does it matter?”, he raised a brow. 

He knew you enjoyed this. The thrill, his arrogance… 

“It does”, you watched as he entered his room. “Just get inside”, he walked towards the bed. “Fine, I’m Y/N-“. “Don’t care”. 

“You’re lucky you look so handsome in your suit”, you closed the door behind you. 

“I’m lucky?”.

“W-what?”, you froze as you felt his hot breath against your ear. He was sitting on the bed a second ago… How could he be so fast? “I’d say you’re the lucky one. I’m very picky when I pick a new toy”, his hand traveled to your waist. “Toy?”, you loudly swallowed as you tried to control your breathing. You didn’t want to seem desperate. “You’ll never go back to your old life, to your friends, family… You’re mine now”. “So, you’re saying I can’t leave?”, your heart racing. “You can try”, he chuckled as he tightened his grip around your waist, “I want you to. I want to hunt you down, to hear you beg for mercy, to look at me with red-stained eyes, tears streaming down your face…”. 

“But my friend, she knows where I am”, you clutched onto your purse. “Cute”, he swiftly turned you around, pressing your back against the wooden door. “You have no idea who I am, do you? Who we were? Poor little thing. You’re like a deer caught in the headlights”. “W-wait!”, you tried to push him away as he softly bit the space between your shoulder and neck. “Wait?”, a devilish smirk as he lifted your skirt, swiftly pulling your panties to the side. “Fuck”, he looked down at his fingers. “You’re telling me to wait but you're soaking”, he chuckled as he grazed his tongue along the digits of his fingers, “So sweet”. 

“Well, I guess it’s time to drop this silly little act”, you smirked. “It’s obvious you haven’t noticed”. 

“Noticed?”, Feitan’s eyes studied yours. He didn’t like the sudden change in your energy. “I didn’t mean to let it get this far but…”, you softly bit your bottom lip, “You looked so handsome in that suit”. 

“Who are you?”, a sudden cold feeling against your throat. “Careful with that knife, Fei. No fighting between members, right?”. 

What? To be honest, he never felt more clueless in his life. 

“So cute… Like a deer caught in the headlights”, you chuckled. “Came across Chrollo a couple of weeks ago. To be honest, I almost won when he tried to steal my nen … But he gave me a choice: join the Troupe, or live without it”. “You’re lying. Boss didn’t tell me anything about a new member”. “Because he wanted to see who’d get careless when someone flirted with them. And you lost, Fei”, your words died out, making them sound venomous. 

“Tsk”, he took a step backward, swiftly putting the knife away. “Boss knows I never do this”. “But you did now”, you happily hopped behind him. “Show me your spider”, he froze as he looked over his shoulder. “Here”, you swiftly pulled your shirt over your head. “See?”, you pointed towards your waist. 

Right. This was the moment he started to hate you. 

“What’s that expression?”, you giggled. “You’re almost drooling”. “Get out”, he clenched his jaw. “You’ve made your point”. “I don’t want to leave”, you hastily replied, a frown on your face. “Sure, this was some kind of twisted test but…”, you paused as you fiddled with your fingers. “I really do think you’re handsome and… I mean… My body can’t lie”, a blush on your cheeks. 

How could you switch moods so fast? It was as if he was talking to a different person. Your stance changed, your voice, your expression… No wonder his boss decided to let you join. You could fool anyone, even someone as skilled as himself. 

“You sound desperate”. “Because I am”, you softly replied, “When you said I was going to be your little toy, that I was yours… I liked that”. “Too bad. Don’t like being tricked”. “B-but Chrollo told me to-“. “I don’t care”, Feitan laid down on the bed. “You should’ve stuck with your little performance. If you did, you’d be shaking underneath me by now”.  

“Fine”, you rolled your eyes, “Guess I’ll take my chances with Phinks”. 

No. He didn’t want you to. Even though you weren’t an innocent bystander, even though you were probably as strong as him… He wasn’t going to let that idiot have you first. 

“Don’t put your shirt back on”, he slowly sat up straight, looking as disinterested as ever. “Oh?”, you smirked, “Changed your mind?”. “He can have you when I’m done”, he slowly walked towards you. “Careful, I’m the possessive type”, you placed your thumb in between your teeth. “You don’t know me”, his hands now gently fiddling with the straps of your bra.“So?”, you pouted, “You’re mine now”. “Don’t say stuff like that”, he quickly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “When we’re done, you’re going to leave my room and pretend this never happened”. 

“When we're done, you’re only going to want more”, you grabbed his other hand, guiding it to your skirt. “Come on, Fei. Let’s have some fun”. 

You were right. From the moment he felt your warmth, from the moment you arched your back… He was going to use you over and over again. He could never forget the way you felt, the way your body welcomed him… 

“So good”, you closed your eyes, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Feels so good, Fei”.

Normally he wasn’t like this. He never cared if the girl liked it, if she felt good, but now…

“What do you want me to do, princess? Want me to help you?”. “P-please”, your eyes flew open. “Touch me, please Fei”, an innocent look on your face. “Again”, he softly bit in your cheek, “Ask me”. “Please Fei, make me come”, you let your nails sink into his shoulders, “Please, please, please”. “Cute”, his lips found yours, “Hurry though, won’t last much longer”. 

“S-shit”, you tightened your grip, your legs shaking as his digits found your sweet spot. “I-I’m coming”. “Already?”, he smiled, “It’s fine, you can come. Won’t last long anyway”. 

“F-fuck, you feel so good when you clench around me like that”, Fei’s eyes were wide open. No one ever felt this good. “C-come with me, please”, your brows drew together, eyes locked with his. “W-where do you want me to?”, Fei mirrored your expression. 

He tried so hard not to fill you up already. He wanted to feel you come undone around him. He needed to. 

“D-don’t care”, you arched your back, “J-just keep going, please-“. “F-fuck”, he frowned as he looked down. “I-I’m coming”, you let your head fall back, nails dragging across his back. “M-me too, princess”. 

Was this the best he ever had? Even his legs were shaking. 

“Fuck”, he sighed as he intertwined his hands with yours, his head resting against your chest.  “What do you think?”, you tried to catch your breath. “What?”, his eyes studied your expression. “Was I right?”. “Hm”, he smiled, “Only want more, princess”. 

[imavillainok]

ー ♡꒱・！Artist！ : chefronnx (instagram)

ー ♡꒱・feitan will def be like this to his s/o and his s/o 's reaction is just '?????????????'

cuz hello, how about the other men in the troupe. pls stop being so possessive fei 😭

[crossroadsandloudmusic]

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Warnings: no con, Yandere themes, violent themes, home invasion, kidnapping, assault, sexual assault, torture, abuse, (etc.)

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MINORS DNI THIS AINT FOR YALL

Yandere Phantom Troupe reacting to an apathetic darling

Chrollo Lucilfer-

Once Chrollo spots you, he has to have you.

He first saw you walking down the street at night, from that moment he was enamored.

You walked so nonchalantly, you didn’t peer over your shoulder, you didn’t hasten your pace, even when you passed him, Machi, and Nobungana on the sidewalk you didn’t turn and look.

The one who stopped was Chrollo. He stopped to watch you walk away and fade into the darkness.

Soon after this encounter he had Shalnark keep tabs on you. Without much effort on Shalnark’s part, Chrollo found where you lived, where you worked, and how you spent your free time.

Chrollo would then take it upon himself to watch you, he’d oftentimes be found in the lobby of your work just quietly observing, or he’d wait patiently in the alley next to your apartment building. Regardless of where you were, what you were doing or who you were with, Chrollo was always watching. But he wasn’t just watching to see you, he was watching to learn.

He memorized your mannerisms and reactions to different types of stimuli, and each time your reaction was the same.

Quiet, calm, and unmoved. It wasn’t that you lack emotion, instead with everything you faced you reacted as if it were fine.

Chrollo’s first experiment was to see you smile. He wrote the most heart warming poem that he could have ever written along with the most glorious bouquet of flowers, he had these delivered to work from a “secret admirer”.

When you arrived at work you saw the lavish gift waiting for you at your desk, he saw you walk over and admire the bouquet. You examined the flowers closely and held them gently. You leaned in to smell them and that’s when you noticed the poem. You retrieved the letter and opened it. As you read line for line your expression never changed. After you read the letter you folded it up and placed it in your pocket and then turned your attention back to your flowers. That evening he saw you take them home and you cared for them as if you had grown them yourself. He took this reaction, or lack thereof, as you were pleased by the gesture.

Next he wanted to see if he could make you angry. Before you had woken up that morning, he snuck into your home. First he cut the power so that your alarm clock wouldn’t wake you up when it was time, then he hid your phone and wallet, next he unscrewed one side of your door knobs so when you were to finally leave you would have to screw them back in, before he finished he made his way back into your room and found your headphones. He decided to keep these for himself, it would be a momento from his little experiment. That morning you awoke 45 minutes after you should have been at work, you looked around you and found that your power was out. As a result you rose out of bed and began searching for your phone, 20 minutes later you spotted it in one of your kitchen cabinets. You shrugged your shoulders and got dressed. It was only before you walked through the door you realized that you indeed were still missing your wallet and headphones. After a quick search you found your wallet but your headphones were nowhere to be found. Again you shrugged your shoulders and headed for the door. As you twisted the knob and pulled the door to open it, the knob split into a bundle of screws, bolts, and metal parts. Chrollo knew this had to get a reaction out of you, and to his surprise you simply put the knob back together, locked the door behind you as you left and made your way to work.

As he studied you he came to the conclusion to perform one final experiment the one of the most intense emotions of all. Fear.

For several months Chrollo waited for the perfect moment and finally that moment came.

Being that you had worked quite a bit of overtime, your manager thought it best you take a long weekend. So that Friday evening after clocking out you made your way back to your home to enjoy your off time. Little did you know back at your home, seated on your couch, was Chrollo.

He had made himself comfortable not too long before you got off work and he had every intention of staying put till you walked in.

He tracked your movements all the way till you made it to your door, he knew exactly how long it took you to walk from work to your home down to the second.

And as that last second approached you rounded to the top of the stairwell and approached your door.

Chrollo heard your footsteps from the stairwell, and then a few seconds later he heard your keys jingle. Then the key slid into the slot and as you turned it he could hear the blots unlatch and the door was opened.

As you walked into your home you saw a young man sitting on your couch with a book in hand. His hair was dark slicked back, a cross tattooed in the middle of his forehead. You wondered what the meaning behind such a tattoo was. His skin was pale compared to the dark clothing he adorned.

‘That’s a particularly outrageous outfit to wear to a breaking and entering’ you thought to yourself as you walked in to get a better look at him. You set your purse on the floor and approached him, only then did he close his book and acknowledge you.

“Good evening, (Y/n).” He said as he stood up and extended his hand. Any other person would be trembling in fear and fleeing from their home, instead you took his hand. Chrollo bowed and placed a small kiss on your knuckles before letting go.

You watched him and your expression never once changed, Chrollo noticed even your heart rate hadn’t changed. In fact it didn’t change at all, even when you slept your heart rate stayed the same consistent pace.

This thoroughly excited Chrollo, you truly were something special.

“Who are you?” You asked Chrollo, to which he smiled and said,

“My name is Chrollo Lucilfer, and I’m here to take you.” He said with a slight smile on his lips.

“Hm...to take me where?” You replied.

“You will be by my side until the end of time, of course. I’m here to take you to be my partner. Resisting is futile, I am one of the most powerful nen users there are.” He replied as he continued to stare at you.

You thought for a second before saying

“I see...Before we leave, can I get some of my belongings?”

Chrollo’s heart leapt from his chest, your overall indifference to this situation made his body tingle. You were surely made for him.

Chrollo obliged and together you packed what you could in your suitcase.

The two of you walked out your door and down the stairs and into the darkness of the street.

As you walked down the sidewalk, your arms interlocked, you glanced down and a sight caught your eye.

A blue earbud hung out of a pocket in his large overcoat.

“Hey, aren’t those my headphones?” You asked as you stopped and pointed towards his pocket.

“Hm? Oh, yes, they are. I took them from you one day while I visited your home.” He said.

“Hmm, that explains quite a bit.” You said, Chrollo laughed quietly and then the two of you were off once again.

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Nobunaga Hazama-

Nobungana found you while on a mission, he had been sent to survey an area in preparation for a heist that was to happen at a local bank.

This particular bank had recently opened an “exclusive” account for one of their mafia customers. This account included large sums of interest, no fees, no holds, no background checks, no most wanted checks, and certainly no moderation. Most of all, something the bank was more than pleased to have, all this customer's money was to be backed with cash. Therefore, even if the lucrative customers had over a trillion Jenny in their account, the bank had to have that amount in physical currency. This bank was the perfect place for the troupe to rob.

Nobungana strolled through the park before he was ordered to go inside the bank and get a good look at the security measures.

Inside you worked the teller line and helped customer after customer, being that it was a Friday and very large bank you had no choice but to be overly busy. One after one, cashed checks, deposited payrolls, helped file disputes, and answered any questions they had.

Nobungana took mental notes of every exit, alarm buttons (although the police would not be a problem), the vault, and more importantly the employees. The other girls that worked beside you were fried and frazzled from the constant barrage of customers, but you had caught his eye. You worked diligently and your expression never changed. Even when customers screamed and berated you, you remained indifferent and helped them to the best of your ability. You were intriguing to Nobungana to say the least. He wanted to get a better look at you so before he left he made his way behind the man you were helping, as he approached he could hear the man's vulgar language thrown towards you.

“I’d like nothing more than to rip that tight little skirt off you. Give me your number so we can talk about this in detail, huh?” The man said as leaned himself against your desk, you finished his transaction and handed him a receipt.

“Employees are not allowed to have relationships with customers, nor are we allowed to give out sensitive information such as: our IDs, place of residence, phone numbers, and account numbers. Thank you, have a good day.” You said as you stared at the man. He scoffed and mumbled the words,

“Stuck up, bitch.” As he walked towards the main exit.

Next Nobungana approached your desk, he kept a mental note of the man.

“How can I help you, today?” You asked as you looked at Nobungana.

You were far more attractive up close, Nobungana thought to himself. He could feel himself beginning to get nervous as he started to sweat. The way you looked at him caused him to almost lose his composure. Your eyes were hard but yet calm, your posture was perfect but you were comfortable, your voice unwavering and forgiving. You were the perfect mix of a raging sea and a calm breeze. Something so powerful, yet you exhibited a feeling of content.

You were ‘Perfect.’ He thought to himself.

He hadn’t realized how long the two of you were staring at one another till you asked again,

“How can I help you, today?”

Nobungana broke out of his trance and mumbled something along the lines of,

“How do I open an account?”

To which you pulled out two sheets of paper and pamphlet.

“First I’ll need you to fill out these papers, read over the pamphlet and if you have any questions I’ll answer them for you. Next I’ll need two forms of identification and a 1,000 Jenny deposit.” You said as you handed him the papers. He took them and said thank you as a bead of sweat fell from his temple.

Nobungana left the bank and when he made it out the doors he could finally breathe. He found an empty park bench and tried to recover from the interaction, you had only spoken to him and you almost rendered him catatonic. In his mind he knew he had to see you again, but then a very troubling thought came to mind.

You and the rest of the employees would be killed during the heist.

He could not allow that. He couldn’t let you just end up as another person on a missing poster.

He doubted that you would come willingly, but you would be his. And maybe you would learn to love him.

That evening when the troupe gathered once again, Nobungana asked Chrollo if he would be able to take one of the employees. This piqued Chrollo’s interest and asked him to elaborate.

“There’s this person...they’re different, special. I felt something about them I’ve never felt for anyone else. I’d like to take them with me.” Nobungana confessed. Several troupe members said he couldn’t possibly take them with him, it could let sensitive information about the spiders get out. Some scoffed at his sudden sappiness towards this person he had only met one time. But several didn’t seem to mind, Uvogin spoke up and said that as long as he kept a tight leash on them he didn’t care. He knew Nobungana would be able to handle a darling.

With careful thought, Chrollo allowed it and he even stated he would like to meet this person.

Nobungana was ecstatic. Over the next couple weeks, he was kind to everyone, he rarely snapped, and was always smiling. This had given everyone the creeps because Nobungana rarely smiled.

When Feitan splashed blood on him: that’s ok!

When Uvogin almost crushed him: I’m fine!

Everyone took notice of Nobungana’s new attitude.

As the days approached towards the heist he became even more so excited.

The evening of the heist, every one of the troupe members donned disguises. Nobungana wore a tailored suit.

Nobungana, Shizuku, Franklin, and Machi all walked through the bank's front doors. Much to Nobungana’s delight, you sat where you had several weeks before.

Your manager spotted the four and assumed they were there to speak to a loan officer or her boss about business. She had been very wrong.

She walked up and shook the hand of every one of them.

“How can I help you? Are you here to speak with a loan officer?” She asked while smiling brightly.

“No, where aren’t.” Said Franklin. And as soon as he did, Shalnark shut down the electricity and all signals to the building.

The lobby was pitch black except for the street lights outside. Suddenly a bright burst of lights followed by the sound of spraying gunfire filled the room. You only saw a fraction of a second of the scene before you were swept out of your chair. A figure carried you away from lobby bridal style. They only stopped when they carried you into a back room and closed the door.

“Are you alright?” The strange person asked.

“Yes.” You replied.

The person flipped on the lights and you were met with a customer you had helped not too long ago.

The same tall man with dark hair who inquired about an account.

“I’m going to tie you up, and you will sit here until we are done, ok?” He said as he began to tie your hands behind your back. You nodded in reply and willingly let him continue.

Nobungana could hardly contain himself seeing you all tied together. What was even more enticing was that you sat calm and how the situation didn’t seem to be an inconvenience to you. Your heart rate never rose and your cool expression never faltered.

He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, before he left you in the room to return back to the troupe, he dropped to his knees before you and pressed his lips harshly against yours. His hands held your neck as he kissed you passionately. You didn’t seem to mind this either, so Nobungana pushed it a little farther.

His tongue parted your lips and snuck its way inside. He knew if he continued he would never leave you. As he kissed you a little longer his hands wandered up and down your body.

With all the willpower he could muster he pulled himself away from you. He pulled away gasping and a sizable tent in his pants. He composed himself and before he left he turned to you and said,

“Be good, I’ll be back soon.”

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Feitan Portor-

This was unfortunate. Very unfortunate indeed.

The only person a part of the phantom troupe that took prisoners was Feitan, and his prisoners would only end up as victims. Victims of his terrible torture, and it would not be a swift end. Feitan would keep you alive for days on end till he finally granted you sweet relief of death.

You knew this, you knew that this would be how you passed from this life to the other. Yet all you could think as you sat in the corner of a steel room was,

‘This was unfortunate.’

You could hear the muffled howls of pain down the hall, his chamber was only a couple yards away. The sounds of screams were different, deeper, it was a different voice than the one he had brutalized the past couple of days. You didn’t know how many others were ahead of you, couldn’t possibly be many now.

As each person screamed and wailed on end for days, they would eventually lose their voices, or he had cut their vocal cords. Whichever it may be, the hall would once again go quiet till he chose another.

You wondered how long you had been in your cell. Three? Four days now? Given how weak you were and how utterly parched you were, yet still not dead, it had to have been within the week. In that time you had not seen a single person. It was entirely just yourself and your own thoughts in the pitch blackness of the cell. The only stimuli you had was that of Feitan’s very light footsteps and the sound of anguish.

Just as suddenly as they had started the sounds of screams stopped, then a large door was closed and once again the sounds of your captor’s footsteps.

“One, two, one, two, one, two, one…” you counted his footsteps internally. You knew it took him exactly 18 steps til the sound of his walking faded. But today he walked seven. His seventh step placed him in front of your cell or somewhere close by. You sat and struggled to pick up the slightest sound.

The jarring screech of the steel door made your ears ring, you had been right. Once Feitan had opened the door fully, you could hear him approach you. He stopped three inches in front of your feet. Or at least you guessed he did.

His breathing was soft, and the smell of blood reeked. You looked to where the sound was heard and a painful blow landed across your face.

You truly were an enigma. Feitan had taken you and several others during the last heist. When he did he received pleads, begs, curses, sobs, and screams, yet you remained silent. Even when he left you alone to starve, in the dark, with arms and legs tied tightly, you remained silent. Not a single tear, or whimper. Not even a groan when he hit you. Instead you sat quietly and remained neutral. You were driving Feitan wild. So much he had accidentally killed two of his victims too soon, because he was obsessed with you. He had to figure you out, and he would stop at nothing to fulfill his goal.

A strong hand wrapped around your tricep and ripped you off the floor, you wobbled unsteady as your legs weak from lack of nutrition. Feitan held you up right as he cut the rope around your ankles.

“Walk.” Was all he said as he began to pull you alongside him.

As you tried to keep your balance you instinctively grabbed a hold of Feitan for support. He stopped and you could feel his eyes burning a hole in your skin. Unlike yours his blood began to surge through his veins, your first thought was that you had angered him. But a violent shove or a harsh blow never came instead he stood silent. He began his pace again, letting you hang on to him. You counted the steps and you were sure you had arrived at his chamber of destruction. The smell of iron and innards burned your nostrils, again the sound of metal scraping across concrete screamed in your ears. Feitan led you once more before sitting you on a wooden chair equipped with leather straps and harnesses.

From outside the cell a weak voice whispered,

“Have mercy.” The voice echoed through your mind.

Mercy.

You would not find mercy here.

Feitan quickly tightened the straps around your arms, waist, and legs. You were starting to become used to the feeling of being so heavily restrained.

Feitan’s hands left you and you thought that your last few days on this earth were about to begin. You waited patiently for the cutting of your skin or the spilling of your blood, but instead all you were met with was the soft breaths of Feitan. You waited for hours and not a single assault came. Your eyes wandered through the dark but a figure could not be spotted, yet his steady breathing was still present.

Without warning Feitan approached you and a cloth slipped over your eyes. Then Feitan made his way away from you and down the hall.

“One, two, one, two, one, two…”

Several minutes later two sets of footsteps could head walking down the hall and towards you, one set was Feitan’s while another was someone you haven't heard before.

Once both people filled the room you heard the click of a light switch. Although you couldn’t see because of the blindfold you knew that Feitan and the other unidentified person stood beside him in front of you.

“This is the one?” The other one asked.

Feitan hummed in response.

“She doesn’t talk?” Asked the voice again.

“No…she speaks when asked questions and told to.” Said Feitan, his voice cold and steady.

“What's the deal? Why is this one different?” Ask the voice a hint of irritation in the young man's voice.

“Watch…” was all Feitan said before he landed another slap across your face. The hit was painful and stung the skin of your exposed cheek, but not even a groan escaped your lips

“Check her pulse.” Feitan said to the other person.

Then two fingertips pressed into the side of your neck and stayed there for a short while before retracting.

“I see what you mean! They barely have a pulse, not to mention they didn’t even cry when you hit them. They are different indeed.” Exclaimed the voice.

After a short conversation, the two left once more, before walking completely out of earshot feitan mumbled the following words,

“I’m going to keep them.”

Feitan returned a short while later and removed your blindfold. He wore a black tunic and a bandana across his mouth. His wild black hair appeared like ink against his pale skin.

He bent down and inspected the shirt you had on, covered in blood and filth since your kidnapping.

In a flash he split your shirt down the middle exposing your chest. Your eyes never once looked away from him.

“I’m going to carve my name into your chest, I want to see your true potential.” Feitan mumbled as his sharp nails grazed your skin.

A searing pain spread across your chest as one of his nails broke the skin and plunged deep into your flesh. Although it was burning and tearing, your body did not react. You sat still, not flinching or wincing at the pain. Your heart and face remained the same as if you were peacefully sitting anywhere but here. Feitan watched you carefully as he continued, the way you remained unbothered excited him so.

You could see a crazed smile spread on his lips as he finished his first initial. His fingers covered in your blood, he stuck both in his mouth to lick them clean. He then once again plunged his fingers in your chest.

After he was done, a bloody and leaking “F.P” was carved into your skin. He smiled and cackled as he observed his handiwork.

He released you from the chair and guided you from the prison up into the higher level of the building. There you faced many different people some of which you recognized from your kidnapping. Feitan led you through the crowd till you were in front of another pale, taller man that adorned a cross tattoo on his forehead.

“I’m keeping this one.” Feitan spoke up. The man looked up from his book and smiled.

“This is the one I’ve heard about.” He said joyfully.

“They’re pretty, Feitan. Don’t do anything to their face.” The man said before returning to his reading. Feitan grabbed your arm and led you back through the group of people into a long hall. At the end was a door, Feitan opened the door, and walked both of you inside.

On the floor lay a mattress with a singular pillow.

“Lay down.” Feitan commanded as he removed the remnants of your shirt, leaving you naked from the waist up. You did as you were told and laid down on the bed.

In your peripheral vision, you saw Feitan remove most of his garments. After he stripped himself of everything but his underwear he came and laid himself behind you.

That night while he pressed his cold chest to your back, he carved intricate patterns into your skin with his nails all the while he chanted that you were his forever, until the end of time.

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Uvogin-

Your capture by Uvogin was a blur.

He saw you, he liked you, he took you. That was just how Uvogin was.

The day had been like any other day, you went to work that morning and stayed until late in the evening. And when work had finished you grabbed your belongings and made your way back home. The walk home was long and dark but you never minded as it was a quiet end to an otherwise horrendous day.

As you strolled down the lonesome sidewalk, you could hear whispers of conversation being carried by the wind. Continuing your trek a feeling of being watched entered your senses, above you on a nearby building you were being observed.

“See right there! That’s the one I was telling you about earlier.” Uvogin said excitedly as he pointed down to you.

Nobungana walked towards the edge and spotted you as you carelessly walked below.

“Oh, that’s the one?” Nobungana asked.

Uvogin smiled and sighed as he continued to watch.

You turned the corner and down the street out of view.

“Hey you got everything covered up here, right?” Uvogin asked as he stood on the concrete edge, before Nobungana could answer Uvogin leapt to the street below.

Nobungana scoffed and mumbled his annoyance at having to continue the night watch alone.

Uvogin waved up to Nobungana from the ground and held up his thumb,

“I’ll be back in a bit.” He said as he walked down the same sidewalk you had gone only moments before.

At the door of your apartment you jingled with your keys to find your house key. Struggling to find the right key you scratched your head and studied them closer.

Unbeknownst to you Uvogin stood behind you propped against a tree for support. He watched you struggle and couldn't help but silently chuckle. How cute you are! Can’t even find your own house key in the dark. Truly helpless really. You're lucky it was him that found you and not someone else.

Finally you found your key and just as you were about to unlock your front door, a massive arm wrapped around your waist and ripped you from the ground. Instantly you were being held bridal style by the most hulking man you had ever seen. He was massive, muscles covered every inch of his body. His skin is a dark tan and covered in dark brown hair. You looked up at the man and he smiled down at you with the whitest of teeth. He had sharp features with an unruly mane and sideburns.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The man asked.

“I was going inside.” You said in a matter-of-fact tone, Uvogin laughed deeply.

“You’re cute. Scream and fight all you want but I’m taking you with me. You're never gonna escape me.” The man, now captor said as he threw you over his shoulder and smacked your backside.

“Oh, you're kidnapping me?” You asked him.

“More or less.” He replied as he turned and walked away from your home.

“Okay.” You replied flatly.

“Okay? Hold on-You’re okay with me kidnapping you?” Uvogin asked. He had stopped walking, your response confused him.

“Yes, I suppose.” You replied, still hanging over his shoulder.

Uvogin laughed triumphantly before smacking your ass once again.

“Me and you are going to have a lot of fun!” He cheered.

A little while later, you and Uvogin both made your way to the roof where Nobungana sat waiting with his arms crossed.

Before Nobungana could give Uvogin a piece of his mind, Uvogin set you down on the ground.

Nobungana noticed how you didn’t seem to be minding this situation, and a puzzled look came upon his face.

“I already know what you are going to say-and I’m just as surprised as you are. They just came with me! No screaming, no crying. Just completely fine with the situation. I think they are always like that.” Uvogin said as he took a seat on the ground, he reached and pulled you by the waist into his lap. You seemed completely unbothered as Uvogin held you.

Nobungana was shocked, he stared at the two of you in disbelief.

“What?! You just went with him? He said he was going to kidnap you and you made it easier for him?!” Nobungana was appalled by this whole situation.

“Yeah, then he picked me up.” You said staring up at the beautiful night sky.

“Hey don’t be upset, maybe there’s a girl out there that’ll want to be taken by you too!” Uvogin said as he cuddled you closer.

Nobungana threw his hands up in frustration and said,

“This is ridiculous! I’m going for a walk!”

For the rest of the night you and Uvogin sat on top of that building talking and being close with one another.

The stars speckled the sky, and the moon hung high above it all.

[feitans-sweet-lover]

Would Feitan Ever Leave The Troupe?

Overall I think no, but there are always exceptions aren’t there? I think there would be two he definitely would though.

1. If his partner got murdered or he had to murder them (more likely because of the latter). Depending on how it goes down he would stop altogether or go on a more reckless killing spree.

2. Something breaks him. This is what I think it would be (set a few years after the current arc)

Imagine Feitan has a little girl. Cute, quiet, innocent with big eyes. The perfect mix between his s/o and him. Every time he looks at her he feels undeserving to be her parent. He tries to avoid her at times because of the way she always seems to want him. Want his approval, to babble nonsense and talk about how to get away with murder (I mean common, it’s his daughter 😂). She looks at him like he’s her hero but he's a monster. He knows this. She knows what he is. Who he is. Yet that has never changed her opinion if anything making her more fascinated with him. (He’d probably think something along the lines of ‘Just like her mother, terrible taste in people’)

It would be a random mission. It's not supposed to be anything big. They just needed information. Phinks already has them in the room they think Feitan would prefer. He never knows who he has to torture on missions like this. However, when Feitan walked in he didn't expect this. A little girl his daughter's age, same mannerism, same bright eyes, similar appearance. Similar everything. It was as if she was copied and placed in his torture chambers. It was unnerving.

He tried. He truly did. It never bothered him before. Age, gender, power, etc. He hadn't cared before. He could do it all without a second hesitation. He could feel the frustration seeping in. The little girl was insightful, she told him she was dying and her father was a bad man who hurt people too. She smiled sweetly up at him reassuring him she didn’t hate him, that she understood why he had to do this. She always knew this would happen—it wasn’t a big deal.

At that moment Feitan could feel the crack. He recognized this in his daughter too. Her ability to smile through it all. Knowing who he was and that if anyone found out about their ties she would most likely be tortured and murdered in the worst ways. Yet her refusal to hate him, to still want to be around him, running up to him every time he went home asking what he brought her this time while begging him to play swords with her (‘little brat thinks she’s owed a good life ’). Too curious for her good and not afraid to ask him anything, to run to him for protection and safety. That he was home to not just his s/o but his child that couldn’t defend herself just yet but sure as hell had the spitfire to get there.

The way the little girl told him exactly what he wanted to know on the promise he’d read her favorite book to his daughter. That he’d play her favorite game with her and let her die with “Mr. snuggles” ( an ugly little yellow bear) in her arms. Honestly, he’s not positive what broke. Maybe it was his heart. Maybe his inhumanity.

Either way, Feitan wasn’t the same. Maybe he messed up and let her go. Maybe he killed her. It honestly doesn’t matter. Feitan would never be the same. He would never find the same joy once held in torture and killing as he once did. Something just dissatisfied him and made him uninterested in it. He couldn’t put his finger on the exact emotion but he couldn’t do this anymore.

He saw his daughter in his chair, life in his hands and he broke. He flatly laughed, how ridiculous is this twist of fate. From having nothing to having something he never wanted to be taken away in the ways he’s taken so many.

He didn’t have the heart for it anymore, he knew he couldn’t do this job anymore. One little misstep would cause the others their lives and he wasn’t willing to do a job he knew he wasn’t suited for. It was always a tell. One misstep would lead to another one and another, skills slipping, mistakes left and right, tracks left undone, a mess that would only lead to death (the troupe, his s/o, his daughter, maybe all). He hated messy. He hated not doing something right. He hated that in less than a day his whole ideology had fallen apart. Yet that was the path he was forced to face.

Wordlessly he walked back to the spiders.

“Quite”. Was the only word he said dropping his knives in front of Chrollo.

Chrollo confused accepted his resignation without question. An understanding smile creeped on his lips. The others were pissed. Hurt. Confused. Yelling profanities and threats ensued. Spiders demanding an explanation they’d never get.

He turned around walking out. “Where will you go!” Phinks yelled, slamming a fist into the wall.

Stopping slightly Feitan looked back and for once the troupe could see a hint of a smile. A true genuine smile, “home.”

That was the last time they saw Feitan.

Feitan would never be the same but maybe, just maybe, he was ok with that.