#feitanxreader

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WORD COUNT: 3,406 ⋆˚✿˖°

FANDOM: HUNTER X HUNTER ⭑.ᐟ

PAIRING: FEITAN X READER ♡

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

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

But things had been changing, you think.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were forgetting what you used to look like.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which brings us to current day.

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

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

He's a grown man, with a crush.

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

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

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

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

"Who-" "You-"

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

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

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

"Why you need to know?" He asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And winter is coming. Will be colder."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Things were changing.

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Feitan x Reader Unpredicted !WARNING! GORE, HOMICIDAL IDEATION, SUGGESTING CONTENT 

You enjoyed killing people, it was like a hobby. You end up catching the eye of an elite group. After you joined you went out killing for fun still, but not by yourself.

*SLITTT*  Another body falls like paper. You've always liked killing people, it has always made you feel a certain way. You enjoy every moment of it. The look of fear in their eyes, the noise from your w/n cutting your prey, their blood-curtailing screams. You loved it all! To you, killing is a form of art. 

On your way out of the motel you ambushed, a male around your height appeared. He had beautiful raven-colored hair. His eyes were sharp and grey. This man truly looked mysterious, especially in the middle of the night. You turned a blind eye to the man. You could handle him anyways, so you kept walking. 

The male sprung up in front of you. "What's your problem?!" You pissed off at the man, he simply replied. "That's not how you talk to your superior." You laughed at him. "Superior? What are you even talking about?" The atmosphere got tense. "The boss wants you to join us." You tilted your head. "Join us???" The man sighed. "Follow me, there will be no problems." Hesitant, you decided to check it out. 

Hours later you arrived at an abandoned apartment complex. "We are here," the man looked at you. You entered what seemed to be the main building. Eventually, you were deep in the apartments. You saw a group of people in a big room. You stopped before entering, only to be pushed by the male signaling to go in. 

Another male greeted you. "Hello, I'm Chrollo, your boss." You were bewildered, and your face expressed that. "If you would like to join us you would be part of the elite, Phantom Troupe." Chrollo opened his arms showing the rest of the group members. They all looked dauntless. This is the kind of group you would like to join. 

You snapped back to reality. "How did you find out about me?" Chrollo laughed. "Well, darling it was easy. Just look at your past killings and determine where you will kill next. We already knew it was one person by the corpse. What we didn't expect is a beautiful small woman like you." You got angry at his remark. "Small? At least I don't have someone else protect me! I'm perfectly fine on my own, I don't need a rude boss giving me orders." 

You were on your way back when one of the women from before stopped you. She had the same hair as the one that brought you here. Except it was longer, she was gorgeous. "Please don't leave. I cleaned up all the bodies from the people you killed so you wouldn't get caught. You seem like a good person, I want to know you better. I'm Shizuku." She had a friendly aura, but there was some dark energy deep in her. You could sense it, she could do serious damage. "I'll join as long as I don't get more crap from your boss." Shizuku smiled. "Great!" You two head back to the group. 

Chrollo had Shizuku introduce you to the group. He could sense a bond already forming between you two. "The one that brought you here is Feitan." Seeing him in better light you realized how attractive and a large amount of dark aura emitted out of him. 

"The blond one is Pakunoda. If you need anything go to her." Pakunoda smiles and waves at you, you just waved back. "The one on the phone is Shalnark, tell him any technical problems and he will assist you." Shalnark did a small wave not even looking at you. "He has been busy recently. He will greet you later."

 Shizuku introduced me to everyone else, then to my room. It was clean for an abandoned building. The bed looked clean, not new but I don't mind sleeping in it. The room was nice, with fancy furniture, paintings of old artists, and a big window with stunning curtains. 

You spent the rest of your night in that room. You don't know when you will have to leave, might as well enjoy it while you can. 

As time went on you got to know the other members their likes, dislikes, etc. Feitan avoided you, he had no reason to. After all, you did nothing to hurt him, he'll warm up to you eventually.

 You haven't gotten any missions yet and you were growing impatient. "Chrolloooo! Let me just go kill someoneee! I can't be left unsatisfied for so long!" Feitan coughed. Chrollo looked at Feitan than back at you. "Feitan take Y/N out to kill. Don't let her do overkill though." Feitan pulled his bandana up more. "Yes sir." 

You both found a small party at a house in a forest. Perfect, no one nearby and they can scream all they want. You were getting prepared to destroy the place when Feitan grabbed your shoulder. "Hm?" You turned around to look at him. "What you said earlier, not being satisfied. Do you get off killing people?" Feitan was blushing, you can tell even though it was dark. 

"I- I don't know. It's just, addictive." You chuckled nervously. "It satisfies you sexually?" Feitan asked looking away. You started blushing, "I'm not sure..." That night, let's just say you and Feitan killed people, together. 

The next morning you two couldn't look at each other. Chrollo observed your and Feitan's behavior. 

For every mission, you were partnered up with Feitan. You guys became known as the "Killer Twins". Both of you have a dark aesthetic and are mysterious. On one of your and Feitan's job, you decided to give Feitan a hint. "Killing besides you is the most romantic thing I could ask for." Feitan stopped. You regretted what you had said. 

"I agree..." You felt like you unlocked a new world. Feitan grabbed your hand, and you went closer. Then you both kissed. You and Feitan had an eventful night in your room. No longer called the "Killer Twins" but the "Murder Couple".

1052 words.

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7/16/22

[feifood]

Feitan x Gamer Girl GF

@pinkteaat REQUESTED HEADCANNONS FOR FEITAN X GAMER GIRL GF BUT I ACCIDENTLY DELETED THE SUBMISSION JDHSFJAF

but anyways thank u for being my first submission you’re such a sweetheart <33

Let’s get started:

Loves watching you play, the more bloody the game the better for this little sadistic gremlin

Was never a fan of showing affection but if you wanted to cuddle and play with him he wouldn’t say no

Always turns it into a competition somehow: You think you can capture the enemy? Watch me do it faster. 

Always gifts you with something video-game related and makes sure to steal a copy of that new game that just got released ;)

If you stream your gaming sessions he WILL track down whoever commented that rude remark and make them regret it

Constantly brags about how skilled you are to his friends, but will never admit it to you

Honestly finds you so talented 

Tried learning all the terms of the gameplay, but usually fails miserably

Sometimes when you play to de-stress, he will give you your own space and let you be

Honestly loves it when you’re gaming and he’s in the same room reading, both of you individually doing something you enjoy but also spending time together

[f33itan]

Feitan x Extroverted! Reader Headcanons ✿ ❃ ✿

Ok, first of all, this man was NOT ready

When he first met you, he thought you were pretty chill since you both liked similar things and you didn’t talk too much.

But oh shit he was wrong.

A while after you both have known each other, he decided he was going to tell you about the troupe, and for whatever reason, you were actually excited.

Because of this, he decided to ask you out. He knew he couldn’t ask Phinks nor Shalnark for advice since they would make fun of him, so he asked Pakunoda instead.

When you said yes was when he had a “At this moment he knew, he fucked up” moment, but in a good way. Kind of.

You started to talk a lot more, opening up about a lot of things, and showering him with affection.

He always acted annoyed by it, but you both knew he secretly enjoyed it.

What you DIDN’T know was that he was happy because somebody who wasn’t part of the troupe genuinely cared for him and loved him for who he was, flaws and all.

He opened up to you more, but with time of course.

He was terrible at PDA, so you decided to just hold his hand.

After a while, he started locking his pinky finger with yours, and you thought it was the sweetest thing.

The first time you showed him what spooning was, he got really flustered, which was new to him, but he enjoyed you warmth and cuddling with you.

Of course, he was stiff at at first, but he got better over time.

Now whenever you guys cuddle, he strokes your hair lightly, holding you close to him. As close as he can get you without crushing you with those hot muscular arms of his

Now, being this intimate in a relationship, anybody flirting with you is an extreme no no 😀

If somebody decides to cross Feitan’s line of being friendly to flirting, let’s just say that they will be scarred for life, no question.

Now you are aware that for different types of missions he MAY have to flirt with somebody, but he will only go as far as holding hands with another being, he will never, EVER hug or kiss somebody else for a stupid mission, after all, he no need to obey Chrollo’s orders. 🤷‍♀️

Man really loves you, what can I say 💖

(Oh, and if Shal or Phinks try to flirt with you, suddenly he doesn’t know the rule of “No fighting amongst the troupe members”)

[magician-puppet-spider]

Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Hunter X Hunter Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Feitan x Reader Characters: Feitan, Reader, Feitan's Daugther Additional Tags: Angst, Romance, Action, Mystery, Crimes & Criminals, Sci-Fi, AU, alternative universe, Takes place in the fan fic Frozen Rose Summary:

Feitan attempts to live a normal life with his daughter on Mars despite his unfortunate circumstance. Everything seems fine until he finds a journalist hiding in his bedroom, holding an artifact the government is looking for.

[emiko-mannequinfromfeitan]

Relationship with feitan headcanon

- Just have a little patience

 -Feitan is not the type to engage in a random relationship, so if he is with you it is because he loves you seriously

 -However, it remains difficult for him to show you

 -Holding hands is mandatory

 -His hand will always be meeting yours. Whether it's holding it firmly to comfort you or gently brushing your fingers

 -He is the big spoon, but sometimes he clings to you like a puppy

 -It's like having a kitten

 -He will always be by your side and get nervous if someone * coff Chrollo coff * separates you

 - He fills you with gifts of any kind

 -He always brings you necklaces, rings, clothes, heads of people who have hurt you

 -When he seeks attention he is very direct

 -Whoever wants gets it

 -He will hug you and throw you on the bed / sofa with him, to cuddle himself

 - Kisses are very sweet

-He doesn't like names like "girlfriend", "my girlfriend" etc.

-He knows you are his and you never forget it

- Don't worry, find a way to make others understand who you belong to

-Love sleeping with you

- He'll keep you close to make sure you're with him

-Squeeze him tight too, he reassures him -He is a very light sleeper and wakes up at the slightest noise

-If you've had a nightmare, rest assured that he'll be there to comfort you and won't go back to sleep to make sure you sleep peacefully.

 -Steal ANYTHING vaguely reminds him of you

 -He loves taking you to the theater or cinema and sometimes even to a restaurant, but that much less

 - It is rare that he says "I love you" if he does, it is the most sincere "I love you" you can ever hear

 -You have a matching necklace / bracelet / ring / tattoo

 -He's not a fan of photos, but you have some sneakily taken

 -If you insist on giving him one, he will have a threatening look all the time

 - Menacing but sexy

 -You cut your hair or paint your nails

 -Do the housework together and he loves it

 -Every moment with you is wonderful

 -Frankly I see him going out in the evening when it is buglio. He will hold your hand or you will cling to his arm

 -First the bed was at the side of the room and you slept against the wall, because this little gremlin was afraid you would go, but the feeling was mutual, so the bed is in the middle of the room

 - The only thing that pays is the books. He wants to support that author

 -Not one who stays in one place for a long time and will always take you around the world with him. Unless you have a family

 -If you have a child * he will take a house and you will stay together

 -He would have some free brigade member babysit

  -Well, I'm done. Please also make inquiries on other characters, oneshot, headcanon etc.

[cigar-ettes]

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WORD COUNT: 1,067 ⋆˚✿˖°

FANDOM: HUNTER X HUNTER ⭑.ᐟ

PAIRING: FEITAN X READER ♡

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Pet play fetish

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A/N: I had a silly little prompt idea about Feitan basically treating you like a stupid little pet :P Enjoy

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"Come," He beckoned, snapping at you.

"I-"

Bzzt!

Shock collar. It wasn't enough to hurt real bad, but enough to make you stiffen up and scrunch your face up.

"Bad. Dogs don't talk." He said dangling the remote loosely in the air between his fingers. "Now, come." He says, pointing at the ground in front of him. He sat lazily on a chair, leaning his head onto his knuckles, propped against the arm rest.

You scoffed, just quiet enough for him not to hear, standing up to make your way over there.

Bzzt!

Your knees buckle as your hands fly to the collar around your neck instinctively.

"Bad. Dogs crawl." He rolls his eyes as if he was correcting you on something as casual as doing a chore, or misunderstanding instructions on a manual.

This was humiliating. You felt a burning behind your eyes, tears threatening to fall. These weren't sad tears, they were angry tears. You wanted to slap his stupid fucking-

Bzzt!

You began to crawl. The wooden floor boards creaking below you, pressing into your knees. You had only a dingy white nightgown on, and little shorts to match underneath. He liked to sometimes put you in such demeaning clothes, humiliating you even further, like you were some doll, some play thing.

"Good girl." He says mockingly, as you approach between his legs. "Sit." You can feel this anger bubbling up in your chest, but you do so anyways.

"Good girl," He had a brown paper bag sitting between his legs that you had not noticed before. He had reached into it, shuffling through its contents. Your heart began to race, it was like he intentionally took his time just to build the anticipation. He never took his eyes off of you.

He pulls out a strange looking thing. It looked like dried jerky. It smelled like...

Dog treats.

He clicked his tongue at you, "Nice," He says as if he was truly concerned about you biting him.

Your brows furrow as he shoves the treat in your face. You had not eaten in a full 24 hours, but you weren't about to stoop so low as to accept food for animals. You turn your head away slightly in a disgusted manner.

He's quick to snatch you up by your jaw, pulling you to face him once more. He leans down just enough to be hovering over your face with his own. He doesn't say a word, he just uses his index finger and thumb to squeeze your cheeks hard enough for you to eventually open up, and he shoves the treat into your mouth, fingers following suit. He sticks it where your back teeth are, quickly taking his fingers out, and pressing one hand under your jaw, the other on top of your head. He looks at you expectantly, he isn't going to let you open your mouth.

You don't chew for a moment, feeling saliva pool into your mouth. You were hungry, but you couldn't let yourself fall further into his play. Drool began to seep out the corner of your lips, falling onto the dusty floor beneath you. He applied more pressure against your jaw and head, urging you to chew. His own hand became slick with your spit, he seemed unmoved by this, and you ultimately had no choice but to chew.

You swallow, trying to imagine the treat in your mouth to be something as ordinary as chicken, or steak. All pet food was made with human consumption in mind, so you knew it wasn't going to make you sick. It still humiliated you.

You didn't even register the tears falling down your face, mixing with the spit on your face. Your face was burning, the tips of your ears blushing with the rest of you. You could feel the combination of spit and tears dripping down your neck to your chest. You were looking like a mess, with Feitan staring down at you, his face portraying no emotion.

He suddenly squeezes your jaw tighter, pushing your lips into a kissy face like position. He smiles coyly. All your tears, spit, and embarrassment was so apparent on your face, he knew you felt humiliated beyond belief. He squeezed your face a little tighter, eliciting a small whine from you. It made his pants tighten.

"So pretty," He says. "What a good puppy. Speak." He releases you. You wipe your face with your forearm, confused as to what he meant. Was this a trick? He told you that dogs don't-

Oh. Oh.

You look at the ground, hands shuffling on the floor. "Woof..." You say.

"That does not sound convincing." He says.

"Woof." You say a bit louder, eyes still glued to the ground.

His index finger hooks around the space between your collar and neck, forcing you to look up at him. "Louder." He says.

"Woof!"

He keeps you locked in this position, it was uncomfortable for your neck, but you knew not to say anything. "Be more cute." He says.

Embarrassment burned further in your face. You knew what he meant.

"Woof!" You say in a higher pitch tone. The quicker you comply, you think to yourself, the sooner this will be over.

"Good girl." He says, using his free hand to reach in the bag once more, pulling out another treat, placing it on your bottom lip.

You know what to do, you open this time, more willingly now. His fingers are more gentle this time, not finding their way to the back of your mouth. He instead lets you take the treat between your teeth, as you began to eat.

The iron grip on your jaw seems to be released some as well. He pets your head, smoothing out your hair.

"Smart doggy." He hums, looking very pleased with the state you're in.

Once you've swallowed, he quickly points to his shoes, covered in your drool from earlier. "Clean it." He says.

Your eyes widen, and your face flushes further. You furrow your brows while looking up at him, saying nothing. He only takes a hand to your head, pushing you to his shoes.

You cringe internally as you begin to lay kitten licks to his shoe, your spit gone cold at this point, it was disgusting.

Feitan laughed a bit, "Stupid girl," He says covering his mouth with his cowl. "You really did it."

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Feitan x Reader Masquerade WARNING ANGST/GORE

You are invited to a masquerade ball. You meet a mysterious man. Only to have a sad fate.

Location: Paris, France (A modern version of masquerade balls)

You opened your mailbox to find a letter.

Dear Y/N,

You have been invited to the Queen's masquerade ball at the castle. Dress accordingly. The door opens at 8 p.m. Don't bring anyone along who wasn't invited. You and your friend will be kicked out.

Sincerely, The Queen's Private Secretary

You are dressed in an elegant dark amethyst dress with a bat mask.

After doing your hair you called a carriage and headed to the castle. It was already 8:10, good thing you don't live far.

You arrived at the castle at 8:20. You walked into the ballroom to be greeted by people talking and tables of food. You're not that social, you don't know many people. You decided to go to one of the many balconies to look at the night sky.

Over the sound of music, you heard footsteps. You turn around to see a man around the same height as you. He is dressed as a plague doctor. With raven dark medium-length hair. A hat was placed on top. Unable to see any of his face beside his eyes made him more mysterious. "Dance?" The person asked you holding out a hand. You placed your hand on his, following him to the ballroom. You and the man start dancing. You've practiced in your room for the fake scenarios in your head. Never expecting it to be put to use.

You're enjoying your time with him. Dancing your night away with a mysterious man. Going faster and faster. Then you guys stop with the music. Out of breath, you try to speak. "What's... Your... Name?" The man fixes his hat. "Feitan." You make eye contact. "Feitan..." You mumble under your breath. "Want a drink?" Feitan points to a room with a large curtain instead of a door. "Drinks in there." You made your way there, got the drinks, and head back to Feitan.

You dropped the drinks when you saw dead bodies, everywhere. Everyone you walked by, was dead. A blade was held at your throat. You gasp, not wanting to move too much you freeze. "I did not want to do this. Boss said everyone dies." You felt a tear fall on you. "I'm sorry darling. I did love you." You felt the pain of your neck being slashed and you fell to the floor. As you were dying you thought about your life. Unfulfilled. Lonely. At least you had this moment, with Feitan. Your first love. <3

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Sorry for it being short.

Don't kill me for this one.

7/16/22

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A special story for a special reader. Kidnapped by Feitan, you agree to help him in a mission against your boss, the headmaster. A deeper meaning must be behind everything.

Feitan x Reader-Kidnapped

You woke up all you see is black. You try to move, but you can't. Naturally, you try to use your hands to get out. They're tied. Unable to do much, you sit there. Waiting... For what? You don't know. there isn't anything you can do but wait.

"Tell me about the headmaster," A voice tells you. You remembered you work at a private school for rich kids. You stay silent. Your loyalty to the headmaster must remain. You'll be killed if not. "Won't speak?" you hear the noise of a sword sliding across what sounds like a table. "Will I have to use this?" Your skin gets cut. Blood dripping down your arm. Painful it is. You must stay collected, and show no signs of pain. Another cut but this time on your leg, smaller this time. Still hurts. You manage to not make any noise.

"Stubborn.'' The voice says. You shriek at the feeling of the sudden touch of a cold hand. The pain of a nail being torn off made you scream. Trying to hide it, you bite your lip. The taste of blood in your mouth tells you that you've only hurt yourself more. "Speak." You feel the hand on another finger. You decided to talk. "The headmaster... he... takes valuables... from the student's dorm..." Expecting some kind of torture to edge you on, you were relieved when all that happened was the voice speaking. "Where headmaster keep valuables?" You don't know. What you do know is that you're going to get hurt more for not knowing. "I don't... know." Preparing for the hit you didn't expect the person to leave. A shock of relief spread all over your body. Not knowing when the person comes back you decided to sleep. After all, sleep is the best medicine.

You woke up to only hear the voice of the person before speaking. Not to you but to someone else. You hear them talking back and forth. Only able to pick out a few words you came to the conclusion that they were talking about you. Are they going to kill me? Everything went black.

You woke up laying in a bed. All of your wounds are wrapped up. *sighs* "You worthless rotten piece of shit got in this mess so you are helping me get out." You recognize the voice. You turn towards the voice despising your headache. You see a short pale male, with dark baggy clothes. A skull on a bandanna. Mid-length black hair, outlining his intimidating grey eyes."I'm Feitan." He then pointed to you and spoke, "Dressed." You noticed clothing on the bed. Your uniform for work. All fixed and no blood.

Feitan explained the plan to you. No need for introductions he told you. This is a one-time thing. Plus he already knew all about you due to the way he was explaining things. Without questioning anything you got to work as normal. Except you placed small cameras in each dorm. You kept a close watch on the few students Feitan mentioned. As the day goes on you wonder what Feitan meant when you said you got into this mess. You didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

After work, you head back to the place you woke up in. You entered the building looking for Feitan. You located him in the kitchen tending to his umbrella. "Feitan, how did I get into all of this?" He stopped and looked at you, then back down. "No need to think about it." Not wanting the torture he has done to you in the past, you didn't ask questions.

You opened the door to the room you woke up in. You never took the time to look around the room. You decided to view the room you would be staying in till the mission is over. It appears normal. Scanning through drawers you found weapons. Strange enough, you found an outfit that seems to fit you. A baggy black crop top with ripped bell bottom jeans.

Day two is different. Today you will be taking valuables from the dorms. You did as you were told and met Feitan at an abandoned building. It was getting dark so the building was even darker. It was a huge building and had large windows. "What did you find?" Feitan was behind you. You almost jumped from fear. "Feitan don't do that!" You took out the items that were placed in a bag. Handing then to Feitan he quickly took it and scanned through the items. "Good work," was all he said before he left.

Day three consists of more action. "Good morning sir," you bowed before entering. You took a seat and placed one bug under his desk. "You called?" The headmaster looked at you. "The students have been complaining about the new teacher." The headmaster writes down what you say. "What have they been saying?" You paused, "The teacher has been giving out assignments with improper due days for the amount of work. I believe it's unfair for the students and their well-being." The headmaster stops for a second. "I'll be right back." The headmaster throws out a pen on the way out. Perfect I knew that would work. You placed a camera in the room and set a few more bugs.

You met with Feitan inside the building. Feitan was at the kitchen table watching something on his phone. Feitan looked up at you, "Get dressed. Clothes are in the drawer. Good work today." You smiled at Feitan. "Thank you!"

You came out to the kitchen in the outfit you found the other day. Feitan stood up with the same outfit. "Let's go." You followed Feitan and eventually stopped at a restaurant. "For your good work." Feitan walked in and was guided to a table with two seats. The restaurant was quite fancy. A chandelier, beautiful windows, elegant waiters, etc. You tried to start up a conversation but Feitan has a hard time responding. "You talk, I listen." You decided that was good. So you just talked about the most random things. Feitan gave input on some things. You weren't doing all the talking. You genuinely had a good time.

Day four wasn't much. Feitan just told you to work like normal. The day went by quickly. You went to your temporary home to only find no one. You didn't worry much and just went to bed.

You woke up to a noise. You walked around looking for the source. You spotted Feitan covered in blood. You went to check for injuries. None, it's not his blood. "Who's blood is this?" You were worried. "Headmaster." You felt relieved. You began to question him about the point of the mission. Why'd he kidnaped you? Why did he want you to steal those things? You needed answers. You decided to ask the obvious. "Why did you kill him?" He just looked at you. "For the mission." You weren't going to get anywhere. Why not ask the big question? "What is the point of this mission?" Feitan sighed. "Items were important to me." You froze, not expecting that answer. You thought he was just stealing. That's why you were shocked when Feitan killed the headmaster.

He noticed. "From when I was younger rich people had those on them. I stole for money. The headmaster was stealing from greed. I was angry." You had all your questions answered, except one. "Why did you kidnap and torture me?" Feitan hid his face in his bandanna more. "I needed you to cooperate." He wasn't looking at you anymore. "Why me?" Feitan put his head down. He mumbled something. "Repeat." You were determent to know. "Because you're mine."

1302 words. Request are welcome

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Feitan x Reader Coffee Shop AU

You've started going to a new cafe. A man has taken to your liking, and you have as well. Someone has decided to mess with you. 

Feitan's POV

I work as a barista at a coffee shop. A new girl has been showing up recently. Always ordering a d/n and f/n. She always sits by the window doing what I believe is work on her laptop or reading. I want to talk to her. She has beautiful e/c eyes. Her h/l and h/c flow as she walks. A beauty, if only she would notice me. 

I decide to walk up to her on my break. "I sit?" I ask covering my face more with my bandana. She looks up at me, her face... She's so pretty and smiled at me. "Sure!" I sit down in front of her. She puts down her book and looks at me. "What's your name?" "Feitan..." She takes out her hand. "I'm Y/N." I shake her hand. 

We end up talking about our home life and work, her life was interesting. Her boss made me angry though, always asking her to do overtime. He will get what he deserves one day. "Can I get your number? I would love to talk more." My eyes lit up, what I've always wanted is happening all at once. I inserted my number on her phone.

Once I got off work I decided to call her. I want to visit her, no answer. I called again, but nothing. What if something happened to her? I need to go to her house, I already know where she lives. I've been watching her after all. She was in her kitchen cooking, I want to knock at the door and stay with her. She never gave me her address and I don't want to scare her. 

I watched her that night, making sure she was safe. I went home only to get ready for work. She would be at the shop later, I just need to wait. 

She never came... I left after work thinking she would show up at any second. I need to find her. 

I arrived at her house and the door was open. I searched the house, and items were knocked off shelves everywhere. On her bed, there was a note. "To get Y/N back, go to ####### at 9 tonight. Bring 10k or you will suffer too." 

I need to get her back, I can't leave her. I made my way early to get her back sooner. 

Y/N was tied on a chair in a dark, windowless room. Knowing it wouldn't be this easy, I'm on guard. I slowly make my way, taking out my blade to let her free. An army of men came out, dressed in all black. I got ready to attack. I beheaded the first few men that came to me with my nails. Using my blade to cut more guards, the numbers were decreasing. 

As soon as they came, everyone was dead. Just me and Y/N, ready to leave. I carried her out, taking her to my house. I placed her on my bed, she looked so peaceful sleeping. 

I was never letting her out of my sight again. She will forever stay with me. "Y/N, Why do you do this?" I love her, she will never leave. My Y/N.

576 words.

I got bored and started this.

I thought making one fully off Feitan's POV would be interesting. Stalker Feitan? Yes, please. 

7/16/22

[f33itan]

🎮👾Aʀᴄᴀᴅɪɴɢ Iɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛs👾🎮 (From my Wattpad)

FYI: F/N in this oneshot means "Friend's Name". I don't wanna choose the name because 1. that's restricting names of whoever you want, and 2. Im to lazy to come up with names every time. LOL- (Also, sorry if I kind of switch from 1st person, 2nd person and 3rd person randomly.)

Feitan POV:

"Hey Feitan! Go change, we're gonna go find an arcade!" Phinks yelled from the doorway.

"Shut up, you're, too, loud."

"Whatever, just change, we're leaving soon!!" Tch, that dude so annoying. Why cant I just read in peace? Finally found a good book, yet he just had to ruin it. Damn it. No point in fighting, him and Shal gonna drag me to arcade whether I change or not. 

A/N: Imagine him in something like that hehehe, or whatever outfit you want him to wear if you don't like that one. :)

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Your POV:

"We're finally getting a break, but if you keep taking your sweet time, were gonna be back in class before you can say, Y/N's a slowpoke!" F/N yelled in your face.

"Maybe if you get out of my face, I would go faster!" Even though you guys nagged each other 24/7, you guys were still the closest friends. You had known F/N since 4th grade, when you guys were partners for an animal project. At the time, you both loved lizards, so you both were excited to work with one another. Next thing you know, its college, and you guys both get into your dream school. (Insert college name) had been your goal for years, but its quite a lot of work. This was your first week long break, and you weren't trying to waste it on getting ready to go to an arcade. After you were finished with everything, you and F/N got into their car and drove to the arcade. They were blasting (Insert song name) and singing along, so you decided to record them.

"This will be funny to look back at later!"

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After about 20 minutes, F/N parked and you both exited the vehicle. They stretched as if they've been in the car for hours, and you thought they were kind of exaggerating.

"Y/N, what if we find you a boyfri-"

"NONONONO I LIKE BEING ALONE NONO BOYFRIENDS NOO!"

"You and your social anxiety need to get out more!" You gave them a little "hmph" before heading inside. You guys played a couple dancing games, 2 player games, a 4D scary game, and some simple joystick games. After a while, you both decided to order some food at a bar, and sat down for a little break.

"What would you two like to drink today?"

(You) "Can I get a -insert drink- and a -insert food/snack- please?"

(F/N) "I'll have an orange juice with a cheeseburger!"

"I'll have your meals out shortly."

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Feitan POV:

"Hey, look over there! Those people look nice! Maybe we should go talk to them!" Shalnark said. Man, socializing? No thanks. Just wanna get back to that damn book. Well, guess arcade has been kind of fun. I guess...

"FEITAN!!! EARTH TO FEI FEI!!!"

"Phinks, don't call me that."

"Whatever, come on let's go!" Why the heck they dragging me? Wait, why we heading to the people over there-

(You) "Uh, hello?"

"Hey! I'm Shalnark, and these are my friends Phinks and Feitan. We were wondering if you guys wanted to go play some arcade games with us!" Stupid Shalnark, being all friendly. Extrovert girl took fat bite out her burger and gave us a muffled "Sure, once were done eating."

Ew, messy. Guess their friends kind of cute though.. wait, WHAT?

-Small timeskip- also back to your POV :

After eating, you, F/N and the trio went off towards the multiplayer things, and you all decided to find some 4 player games. Each time somebody had to sit out, it would be one of the guys. Feitan always volunteered, but Shalnark made them all decide by flipping a coin. You and everybody else were starting to warm up to each other, when Phinks and F/N had an idea. While a 3 player game started, they both snuck off into a corner and devised a plan on how to get you and feitan to interact. Turns out both of you were quite introverted, and they both wanted you two to put yourselves out there and find a partner. After deciding on what to do, they went back to Shal, Fei, and you. You thought they were acting a bit suspicious, but you just shrugged it off.

"Hey Shal, F/N, lets go do something!" Before Feitan could join, reject, or even realize what was going on, Phinks was already dragging F/N and Shalnark in some random direction. Y/N and Feitan just stood there in silence.

"So uh, whhaaattss your favorite... game here?" Feitan just stood silent, staring at you. But, for some odd reason, the silence was comforting, and your thoughts eventually drifted off into the clouds... so much so that you didn't even notice him grab your hand and start pulling you throughout the arcade. Your body just continued moving though, and you didn't bother to question him. After about a minute of walking, you ended up in front of a little fishing game. (Imagine that game where there's that spinning knob thingy and you have to reel in fish with it)

"Wow, wouldn't expect the emo boy to like little kid games like this!" You laughed and gave him a playful shove, which he returned with a silly eye roll.

"Shut it shortie."

"WHAT? YOUR THE SHORT-" You froze. He moved swiftly behind you, lightly pressing his body against yours. He grabbed your hands and put them on the game joysticks.

"Stop, wasting time. Let's, just play, the game." Both of you were blushing, and you continued playing games and making silly jokes for a good hour or so. Little did you know, that Phinks, Shalnark, and F/N got so many videos and pictures of you two...

EXTRA: PHANTOM TROUPE GROUP CHAT ; ABOUT 1 WEEK SINCE ARCADE

Phinks: Hey guys, you won't believe what I have to show you.

Shalnark: Ahem, WE, and I have some too...

Shizuku: What? What's going on?

Pakunoda: Hm?

Hisoka: Oh, do tell~

Phinks: Feitan, you're here right?

                                                                                                        I don't trust you guys..

Phinks: You shouldn't

Machi: Are you guys going to show us or not? You got me curious.

Chrollo: Well, no point in making us wait. Please inform us with your "tea"                                               or whatever it is people say now a days.

Shalnark: Alright, prepare to get your minds blown!

~Phinks and Shalnark send all of the best photos and videos they got, and after a couple minutes of the troupe going through every single one, they started talking again~

Pakunoda: Wow, I didn't expect you to be the caring type Feitan!

Shizuku: I think they're cute together! (ᗒ◡ᗕ) ♡︎

Hisoka: Aw, shes so pretty, might just have to make her mine~

                                      Chrollo kicked Hisoka from the chat

Chrollo: I'm so happy, Fei has finally found a girl 😊

Phinks/Shalnark: When's the wedding?

                                                                                                      I'm giving you to count of 3.  

                                                  I'm gonna torture and kill both of you. Skin you alive.    

Shalnark: I have her number!                        

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Word count (including author notes, etc:) 1244

Wrote January 20, 2021

[f33itan]

💛⚜️Pᴀʀᴛ 1: Tᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪs Gᴏʟᴅᴇɴ⚜️💛 (From my Wattpad)

A/N: Ok, this was something a mutual of mine said here on Tumblr, and I decided to write a oneshot about it. Might be very VERY slight angst, nothing bad enough to actually be put under that umbrella though, anyways, enjoy this, and ty for the reads! :)

CW: MENTIONS OF RAPE, DEGRADATION, AND MORE FOUL WORDS THAN USUAL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

B/N: Your Mother's boyfriend's name

M/N: Mother's name

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"Oi, Y/N! Go get me another pack of beer from the store!"

"Yes father!" Damn that pig looking bitch. I'm just some fucking girl, trying to protect her mom from this demon of a person! Heck, he's not EVEN a person! He's the devil himself!! Man, I wish dad was here...

When you were in about 7th grade, your real father got killed in a massacre a couple cities over. He was not only a police officer, but a great father and husband as well. He treated you and your mother amazingly, and you thought life couldn't get anymore perfect, but soon that all went down hill. After his death, your mother's health depleted and she felt empty inside. She needed somebody else to make her complete. She decided to call an old friend from high school, and next thing you know he moved in. He seemed like a nice guy at first, but soon enough he was beating you guys mercilessly, enough to leave large bruises and scars whenever you didn't do exactly what he asked, in your eyes though, it was more of an order. You hated being ordered around, but you hated your mother getting beaten around even more. It seemed like a blessing that he hasn't tried to rape her, but god knows what he'll do, he's unpredictable

With all of this happening, you decided to tell him you were doing some "extra curricular" classes in college, but what you were actually doing was taking the Hunter's Exam and learning nen. Your biological father was kind-hearted and fun to be around, but he was also strict and sometimes a bit harsh, though he always meant well. Before his passing, all three of you would go out on the weekends to train, exercise, or do something that would enhance your body power and brain power. Because of this, all of you were exceptionally smart, and bodies all well toned. Sometimes your excursions would be going to a park and practicing a sport, driving to the snow and sledding, skiing, snowboarding, and every once in a while going to another state to zip line, try animal encounters, or take a family friendly class in that state's heritage and customs.

Since you were accustomed to hard core training and events, you thought the Hunter's Exam was quite fun, and was a test to your skills. After that, you were scouted out by a strong nen user by the name of Biscuit Krueger. You and her had lots of fun training, and with her pushing your limits to the utmost best, you turned out to be a specialist.

(Whenever I imagine myself in Hunter x Hunter, this is always my nen type and stuff LMAO)

Your power was called, Black shadow. You could have up to 10 weapons on hand, completely subjected to doing your bidding. These weapons were linked to you through blood, and they were surrounded with a substance that appeared to be black mist. The weapons you most preferred to practice with and use were your katana, blood string, and scythe. You could also make a weapon yours by cutting a fingertip and letting the blood drip onto the weapon, altering the appearance then gaining that black "mist", showing that it was now yours. The downside to this technique was that those "shadows and mist remnants" were your sleep. The darkness in your mind and the shadows all around you were taken and used for that power. In turn, you were always tired, yawning, and had bags under your eyes. Another plus side though was that you had a nen created chamber that had every weapon you owned. A girl can have some fun toys, can't she? You had tools for torture (whenever you took an opportunity to try it), many varieties of weapons, and of course, more snacks. But unlike B/N, you didn't have just fatty snacks. You had regeneration potions, healthy snacks, and special nen created "snacks" to help with different things, which all of these you had collected through pulling some strings. Your mother was worried, but you said it was all just college things. Yeah, just college things..

Ill make that pig bitch pay for what he has done to my mother!

Feitan POV -or whats going on with him- :

"What time, is it.."

"8 AM Fei!"

"Shut up, green eyes, too loud."

"Oh Fei don't be rude! It's mean!"

"That's, the point."

"Oh wait, Shalnark, what this?"

"What do you mean?"

"This... gold string?"

"OI SHALNARK, FEITAN, COME ERE' REAL QUICK!"

"Phinks, what, do you, want-" Phinks just ignored his question and pointed to the TV.

This is Channel 12, reporting live from York New City Town Square. People all over the city are claiming to be seeing a string tied to their left ring finger, leading them to some unknown destination! What is this string? Who put it there?-

"AY AY IM ON TV! THE STRING THINGY JUST LEAD ME TO THIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL AND NOW WERE DATING! SUPER AWESOME!"-

I apologize for the interference, but this string appears t be leading people to.. partners? Soulmates? Find out tomorrow morning, this is Amy Starwick from Channel 12, signing out.

"What. The. FUCK."

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOODNESS HOLY SHIT FEITAN YOU HAVE A SOULMATE!!"

"Nope-"

"YESS YOU DOOOOOOO"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP CHEERY BITCH-"

"No❤️" Since Feitan was on his last nerve with Shalnark, he decided to stomp over towards Chrollo in the main room, but Chrollo just chuckled.

"Wanna go find your soulmate? See if that things real?" Feitan just stared at the ground, lightly shifting his feet.

"Go ahead, I don't mind."

"Just, doing it, out of, curiosity."

"Mhm, curiosity, go find them." And with that, he was dismissed. Feitan wanted to say it was curiosity, but deep down he had this feeling there was something else, but what was it? It made his stomach tingle and he didn't like it one bit. He tried to ignore all of this, and just shrugged it off...

꧁꧂꧁꧂TimeSkip to Next Day꧁꧂꧁꧂

Your POV + some Feitan POV:

"Alright, today's the day, he'll be at his work, and on his break, i'll set the plan in motion.." Both me and mom don't like him, and I don't know about her, but I sure hate him, every ounce of him. The plan is simple: 1. Capture mom's boyfriend, 2. Take him to an abandoned building, 3. Torture him and get all of the answers I need, and 4. Kill him. His break is at 12, and he usually goes to get takeout every other Friday, what a pig. I'll give him a taste of his own medicine.

Time: 11:30 AM

Ok, I have everything ready. Fully energized to the utmost extent, Elixirs to bring him back in case he passes out too early, and- what? He's leaving for lunch early? PERFECT! You ran behind some buildings and hid in a two-way alleyway, waiting for him to pass by...

Here we go..

One..

Two..

THREE!

You covered his head with a sack, and took his phone out of his back pocket. Before heading over to your post, you laced the inside of the sack with some sleeping powder and pressed it against his nose and mouth. Within moments he passed out, and you typed in what you hoped to be his password, which was correct. Around 12:30, you were going to text one of his coworkers that he would be "going to a restaurant across town, and ditching work for a day, not wanting to see his stupid good for nothing girlfriend or his dumb daughter." You knew he called you both this because of going through his text messages when he wasn't looking or when he was sleeping. Little did you know that somebody was watching you from afar.

"Hmm... So, she, my, what do people, call it.. soulmate? Seems, interesting..."

Time: 12:00 PM

"Jesus, I new he was a fat ass but I didn't know he weighed this much!" You were tugging him from his legs through the back ways of York New. You wanted to find a secluded area, where once you were done with him you could just toss him somewhere for the birds and maggots to eat. After walking for what seemed like hours, you came across a set of abandoned buildings, specifically the one you laid out some extra things. A couple extra weapons, some towels, a change of clothes, a chair and some rope, a couple of flashlights, and of course, some snacks. Lucky for you, the douchebag you've been dragging around like a rag doll was still out cold, so you picked him up and tossed him on the chair, tying his wrists, ankles and neck to the chair.

"Maaannn, this is boring!! When the hell are you gonna wake up?!" As if on queue, you saw his eyes start to flutter open, and you immediately grabbed your box cutter. It wasn't a weapon used by your nen, but it was quite effective.

"What.. who.. wait- Y/N!? WHAT THE FUCK?! UNTIE ME NOW BEFORE I BEAT YOUR ASS!!" you didn't notice it, but Feitan was watching from the building over.

What, the fuck? Why she kidnap him? That pig? Why? Confusing, gotta keep, watching.

You shoved the box cutter into his left cheek, and you bathed in the glory of hearing his screams of pain.

"How does this feel, you bitch? Everything you've done to my dear mother, everything you've done to me, and heck, YOU WERE PROBABLY BEHIND MY DAD'S MURDER DURING THAT FUCKING MASSACRE!!" B/N noticed the tears in your eyes, and took this to his advantage.

"So what if I was? Both of your parents were pathetic anyways."

"NO THEY AREN'T! YOU'RE THE REASON WHY MY MOTHER'S LIKE THIS NOW! YOUR THE FUCKING REASON FOR EVERYTHING SHITTY THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!!"

"Heh, hehe.. hahaHAHAHA! YOU KNOW GOD DAMNED WELL THAT ALL OF YOU ARE PATHETIC! WANNA KNOW WHY I GOT WITH YOUR MOM!? BECAUSE SHES HOT. AND SHE HAD GOOD MONEY FROM YOUR FUCKING DAD. YOU KNOW WHAT I WAS GONNA DO?! YOU KNOW WHY I TOOK OFF EARLY TODAY?! I WAS GONNA RAPE YOUR MOTHER AND MAKE YOU WATCH, THEN KILL BOTH OF YOU AND RUN OFF WITH ALL OF YOUR MONEY!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S IRONIC?! I DON'T HAVE ONE. SINGLE. FUCKING. REGRET. IF IT WASN'T FOR YOUR DAD, YOU SOULDN'T HAVE HAD THE NERVE TO DO THIS, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABORTED!!"

You couldn't handle this anymore, tears were falling down your face rapidly as you grabbed the duct tape and closed his mouth shut.

"I don't give a fuck about what you say.. I'm going to kill you here. This is your grave. Someday, I'll join you in hell, and when I do, I'll torture you again, and the Devil will laugh. You just watch and ducking wait you, you.. PATHETIC WORTHLESS PIG ASS SLOPPY ASS NASTU FUCKING BITCH!" With that, you grabbed a couple super worms in each hand and shoved them into his ears. Even with the duct tape, you could hear his screams of agony as the worms dug deeper into his ears. You then got our your katana and slashed him across the stomach, and shoved even more worms into that open wound of his. Quickly, you poured a large bottle of the elixir you had brought over him to keep him from dying so quickly. Box cutter still in hand, you carved small lines all over his arms and legs, then ripped off the tape to hear his desperate cries. You imagined he wanted to be dead, but you didn't care. His pain and you pain mixed together and you just started laughing. You through your head back and let yourself laugh. all of the pain this man has caused you and your mom will be repayed today.

But the pressure and stress was too much to handle. Your laughing of victory soon turned into screams and more tears, as you let yourself fall to the ground, not even noticing you didn't hit it hard, something had caught you, or someone..

What the shit am I doing?

Am I really going to kill him?

What's wrong with me?

What will mother think?

What would dad do?

What am I doing with my life?

You soon snapped out of all of those negative thoughts though, as you noticed something caressing your face lightly.

"Rest, now. He, won't die, so quickly. I'm, Feitan." You were a sniffling and crying mess, so all you could do was rush into Feitan's chest and cry. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around you and held you close. He had no idea what he was doing, for he had only seen this kind of skin on skin contact in movies. So, he did what those people in the movies did.

"Don't, worry... It's all, going to be.. okay."

Word Count (Including author notes, etc) : 2251

-Wrote February 3, 2021-

Unedited sorry about that lol-

Part 1...

[feifood]

Chapter 4: Settling In

Chapter 4!! I hope everyone is enjoying this story as much as I am <3

Warnings: Needles (Y/N gets a tattoo), slight panic, mentions of murder/death

Word count: 830 words

"I'll join." The words ripple through your mind. Starting at that moment, you had begun a new life has troupe number four.

"Great," the leader smiles, "Welcome to the troupe. I'm Chrollo. Feitan will escort you to retrieve your belongings and give you your tattoo."

Tattoo? First I'm forced to join this little group and now I have to get tattoo? They're asking a lot from me. You silently complained in your mind.

You had no idea who this Feitan was, but as a small figure in all black started to walk towards the exit, you took the hint and followed. The walk to your hotel was silent. Uncomfortably silent. You can tell he wasn't someone well with words.

After arriving at your hotel room, he watches you pack your belongings. You didn't bring a lot of things with you, just some clothes and money. This trip to York New was just supposed to be some training for you to improve your fighting skills, who knew you were going to be dragged into the Phantom Troupe.

You took a little bit too long packing up your very few assets, so much so that the man at the doorway had to rip you away from your thoughts.

"Hurry up." The first time you've ever heard him talk. You shoot an annoyed glare at him, too afraid to talk back. Who knew how dangerous he is? How many people he's killed? You didn't want to find out.

Quickly picking up the bag that you've just packed, the two of you head out the hotel and back to the abandoned building.

Making your way in, you were welcomed by the cold stares of the other troupe members. Expected, you thought, they just don't trust me yet.

From the corner of your eye, you see Feitan make a turn into one of the hallways. Scrambling to catch up, you sprint into the same hallway and into a small room with two chairs and a table.

Feitan, already seated on one of the chairs, starts preparing the ink and needle. You quickly sit down onto the second chair behind him and spectate his actions. His steady hands assembling the equipment, dipping it in the ink, and turning himself to face you. He doesn't say a word, rather just stares into your eyes and waits for you to tell him where you want the tattoo.

You're mesmerized. His dark purple eyes staring right at you, you begin to forget what you were here for. Feitan doesn't say anything. He gives you time to prep yourself, he thinks you're just nervous and thinking about where you want it. Both of you are locked up in this intense - yet comfortable - stare, when you're interrupted by a happy blond stepping into the room.

"Hey Fei- oh." He says, walking in to catch you both staring at each other, faces just inches apart. "Um sorry a-am I interrupting something? I'm just gonna-" he stutters, turning his body to begin making his way out.

"Shalnark. What." Feitan says in a harsh tone. You look at Feitan and then Shalnark, then back at Feitan. He seems mad, annoyed even, did you do something wrong?

"N-nothing, forget I was even here!" Shalnark smiles as he dashes out into the hallway as quick as he can. You can tell he was afraid of Feitan, he must be very respected in the troupe, you conclude.

Feitan turns his head and focuses back to you, lifting the needle up as a gesture that he's ready. You understand his actions and begin lifting up your right sleeve, just over your bicep and onto your shoulder. You rest your arm on the table and hear the needle begins to work its magic.

It was quite painful in the beginning, this was your first tattoo after all. How big was the tattoo going to be? What colour? Has Feitan done this before? Not even a minute into the session, your thoughts are interrupted by Feitan's soft, raspy voice. "Stop shaking."

You look at home confused, then back down at your arm. He's not wrong, you were shaking quite a lot actually. I must still be shaken up from all this, you thought to yourself. You keep staring at your arm, hoping it can stop shaking.

It doesn't, you're too tense. You can feel his patience wearing thin. You begin to panic even more. The thought of having to kill and being surrounded by people that could kill you without hesitation starts to take over your mind. You take your eyes off your arm and look at Feitan with a blank stare. You don't know what to do, the fear has taken over and you can feel yourself slowly crumbling under the pressure.

"Are you scared of me?" You hear him question. This time he doesn't speak with the harsh tone like he did with Shalnark. His voice is soft and reassuring. He is genuinely worried about you.

[feifood]

Chapter 5: Panic

Fifth chapter going strong <33

Warning: mentions/descriptions of death/murder

Word count: 889 words

"Are you scared of me?" His question echoes in your head.

"No," you shake your head, "sorry I can't stop shaking, can you keep going?"

"It won't turn out as well if you don't stop moving."

"Oh," you say defeated. There's really no other choice, either walk out of the room with an unfinished tattoo or finish it with low quality. The next words he says make you a little flustered.

"Are you okay?" This question was genuine. You can feel it. No underlining annoyance, he is being very patient with you, as if he actually cares for you.

"Um," you don't know how to respond. Should I tell him I'm totally freaking out right now because I was forced to join the troupe? Will he think I'm weak?

You don't say anything for a while, Feitan doesn't seem to mind. What's going on inside their head? He asks himself. Why do I care if they're okay or not? I don't. I'm just extra nice today I guess, being able to put out with the cluelessness.

"I don't..." you say, causing him to focus back on you and away from his thoughts, "I don't kill. I've never killed." Although Chrollo never told you the entirety of his plan for the auction, you knew there were going to be dead bodies by the end of it.

"Do you feel bad?" He asks. He is curious about your mindset, he wants to learn more about you. The reason for this sudden urge to get to know you? He doesn't even know himself.

"Yes. I only came to York New to train at Heavens Arena, I've never actually had to kill anyone. Nor do I want to." You reveal.

"The people at the auction aren't innocent," he begins to explain, "the rich get their hands dirty too, they just have the money to hide it."

He did have a point. It's not like you guys were going to steal directly from peoples' homes. Maybe some of them even deserved death, the people involved with the mafia are all pretty sketchy.

"Don't beat yourself up, remember that they deserve this." He continues. You can't help but notice a new emotion in his eyes. Was he, reassuring you? His soft voice really did help you calm down.

Maybe he was right. Maybe we're actually doing society a favour. The people involved in these auctions have their own secrets, we're just making them pay for it.

You slowly nod your head, darting your eyes back to your arm. It has stopped shaking. Your entire mood has shifted to calm and relaxed. Taking a mental note of how you were able to find comfort in the short man in black, you look back at him with a smile, signalling that he can continue.

Feitan is quite taken back. He didn't expect you to smile. The way your lips crease up to form a bright expression across your face. For a second he's dumbfounded, thinking about nothing but the way your eyes shine in the dark lit room. Y/N looks so, intriguing. You reminded him of his past self. He still remembers his first kill to this day. His hesitant hands holding the sword pointed at his opponents neck, the slight feeling of guilt after the deed has been done. But there was something different, he didn't just see you as a reflection of his past self, you were more than that. He didn't know what he was feeling, all he knew was that he had to get to know you better. He will get to know you better.

Realizing he has stared maybe a little bit too long, he resumed tattooing your arm. Room filled with nothing but the buzzing of the needle, you two sit in comfortable silence for the rest of the session.

Before you know it, the tattoo is finished.  A black spider with the number 4 in the center of it. Not too big, not too small. It's very well done, you had to give that to him.

"You're very good at this," you praise him while examining the tattoo. Looking up to smile at him again, you thank him for the art he's engrained onto your body.

There it is again, your smile. This time he's not surprised by it, instead, he begins to memorize your features. Taking in the way your cheeks rise up to form the smile that he could stare at forever. You're genuinely thankful, he can tell. He doesn't know how to react to this, no one has ever shown him this kind of kindness before. No one had made him feel this way before. He is beginning to feel safe around you, and he knows it.

Right on cue, another blond in a tracksuit shows up at the door, knocking on the doorframe before stepping inside. He seems to be cautious, maybe that Shalnark from earlier gave him a warning. "Hey uh, boss says the meeting is about the start, I'm Phinks by the way." he explains. Feitan's face tenses up at the interruption, an annoyed expression on his face. He takes a look at you and stands up to make his way out of the room following Phinks.

You take the hint and stand up too, following closely behind them to wherever the meeting was.

[feifood]

Chapter 9: Taken

Chapter 9 is here !! Kinda short today sorry about that :(

Warnings: abduction, mentions of fighting (not gory though) 

Word Count: 496 words

A cold gust of wind blew through the room, waking you up from your slumber.

Eyes blinking open, you're greeted with Feitan's concerned expression looking down at you.

"Feeling better?" he prompts.

"Mhm. Still feeling kind of dizzy though," you respond. As you close your eyes to fall back asleep, you feel the soft touch of the back of his hand on your forehead. Giving him a confused stare, he simply explains with, "No fever. Good." You can't help but let out a small chuckle.

Finally sitting up from beside him, the troupe's base suddenly feels so empty. A good amount of the troupe members are missing.

"Where is everyone?" You ask, frantically trying to remember the events of the auction night.

"Uvo was taken," Feitan explains. There was no sense of worry or stress in his words. You begin to wonder if he even cares about Uvo at all. Surely he does right? The troupe members must be very important to him, yet how was he able to say those words without any emotions? He must be very good at controlling his emotions, you conclude.

"After the auction Uvo was fighting and he was captured by chains," Feitan continued. Chains huh? "Nen?" You interrupt. With a nod, he adds, "Has to be."

Not long into you conversation, several bodies appear by the doorway of the hideout. It was Uvo and his rescue squad.

A wave of relief enters the building as everyone lets go of a breath they've been holding in this entire time.

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Almost immediately after Uvo returns, he's off again to face the chain user on a fight to the death.

Shalnark joins you and Feitan as he shares his worries.

"You're not giving him enough credit," Feitan reassures him, "This is Uvo we're talking about."

"You're right, maybe I'm just thinking too much," he laughs at himself.

Behind those big round emerald eyes, you can see through Shalnark's upbeat persona and sense that his heart actually holds great worry and fear for his friend Uvo. This is the first time any of the troupe members have shown any kind of weakness really, during a time when one of their lives could potentially be in danger.

That's when it hit you, despite Uvo's reputation of being the strongest, Shaknark can't help but worry, he views Uvo as family. The troupe members are all outcasts of society who's been shown nothing but hatred for things that they cannot control, the only sense of family and love came from each other. While a group of murderous bandits doesn't sound very comforting, it was all they had. In the end of the day, no matter what possessions they stole, how many people they killed, it was still the troupe members that held the highest priority in each of their hearts.

"Y/N," Feitan's voice interrupted your train of thought.

"Yes?" you respond.

"You okay?"

I'm more than okay, but the real question here is: is Uvo?