#franklin bordeau x reader

[lightfeltmemories]

episode one: phantom troupe and romance; headcanons from least toxic, to most toxic

characters include: chrollo, machi, pakunoda, shizuku, uvogin, shalnark, feitan, phinks, bonolenov, kortopi, hisoka, illumi, nobunaga, franklin. (not in order)

tw's: nsfw but nothing explicit, mentions of non-con, spoilers for the deaths of pakunoda, shalnark, kortopi and uvogin, toxic relationships, lovebombing, mentions of torture (not on reader), mentions of cheating, mentions of reader's death,

notes: a completely self indulgent post, you can probably tell who im biased towards by how long certain sections are.

because this contains mentions of nsfw, do not interact if you are under 18, you will be blocked if you do !! also, do not leave negative comments please, they will be deleted :)

pakunoda

out of everyone, guaranteed, she'll be the best partner out of everyone else, you might even end up shocked that she's apart of the troupe if it ever comes to you finding out.

she's a darling, spoils and cares for you like anyone else, a great listener and partakes in your interests in hobbies, its (almost) like a fairytale by how the relationship is, the troupe knows you but you don't know them! and she wants to keep it that way, of course still she's a murderer, so it would break her if you were to have found out about everything, she vowed to never let you know or even have you close to knowing about what she does, but you just can't help but wonder what she's doing when she's away for long periods of time.

until it comes to her death.

now, you eventually find out that she died from a close friend of hers, but he knows paku doesn't want you to know about the troupe, so, he's a bit vague, and a bit creepy.

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nobunaga

personally out of everyone else, i feel like nobunaga would be other most normal when it comes to relationships, but then again, he's an enigma, he doesn't strike me as the type to be the best boyfriend literally ever or very very toxic, i feel like out of everyone else, if you're looking for someone to be in a semi normal relationship with, nobunaga is your best shot, but of course, he's a part of the phantom troupe, and any member apart of it isn't exactly the best partner by default.

he's still a murder and thief, like all members i believe that he would definitely steal things that remind him of you, he'd most definitely kill for you.

unlike someone like feitan or machi, he doesn't exactly have a problem with being vulnerable when you get to know him, he'll tell you about himself, and of course, because he's a criminal he can't exactly tell you what he does for a living, but can't bring himself to lie about it either, he's just hoping that one day, if you know, you won't leave or judge him for it, his childhood isn't exactly all sunshines and lolipops, y'know?

he'll love you from the ends of the earth, but he definitely won't let you walk all over him, quick to put your in your place and won't allow you to manipulate him, he won't lie to you (about trivial things, at least) so why should you? (who knows, maybe you're apart of a criminal organization and is pretty much a wanted criminal yourself :P)

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bonolenov

similar to nobunaga i think if you want something that's somewhat normal, bonolenov is also a nice choice! (100% not putting him up so high because we don't really know that much about him it's totally because he would be a decent partner! honest!)

for one, you would definitely be introduced to usual romantic gestures and advances that come from his tribe, he'll tell you all about how things work with him, he'll do dances he learned when they were still here for you to show how much he adores you, and dresses you in garments that resemble such from his tribe, it's pretty cute, honestly!

now, what concerns him a bit is.. how you'll react without his bandages, he's not exactly sexy like chrollo but (to me, TO MEEEEEE) he's not the ugliest thing in the world! he just hopes that eventually if you see him in his true form, you don't scream and run away at the sight of him, its okay if you do! ..... kind of.

and if you don't, oh you'll mean so much to him!

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kortopi

now, here's another one we don't know much about! but i'll try my best either way (i just want to contribute to the lack of attention him and bono get in these spaces.) he's another somewhat normal one, he also doesn't strike me as the type to be the absolute worst, but still is apart of a troupe of murderers and thieves.

similar to everyone else, he'll steal and kill for you (idk if this guy even has a body count but lets pretend he does.) and is a lot more open to being vulnerable than some other members.

now, nine times out of ten you'll be taller than him because this guy is even shorter than feitan, so, he'll definitely be wearing your t-shirts and hoodies, and he ain't complaining about it!

and eventually, he dies, now, honestly, something told you that kortopi seemed... like the odd one out when it came to the troupe, he doesn't seem like the type to be apart of... that! you better hope that hisoka doesn't care about you, or things are gonna turn ugly faster than you can blink.

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uvogin

he's big (as hell), but he's sweeter (you know why they're in bold italics) than the others twice his size.

physically the strongest, you're rather lucky to have him has your partner, if someone won't stop messing with you, they're dead within a millisecond, or at least scared off since you know.. he isn't exactly built like the average guy and having someone that's eight foot fucking two walking up on you not really excited to see you is quite terrifying, depending on his mood they'll sometimes get away.... sometimes.

enough of that, how is it like when it's just the two of you? sitting on the couch or laying in bed watching movies together, his arm around you, it's basically a pillow! a hard ass pillow at that.

not the most vulnerable, he's not some weird incel who see's women as sex toys or anything, he's decently capable of being in a normal relationship, you won't see each other often sadly, but when you do, he'll pay 95% of his attention towards you, he'll even let you know straight up that he won't know when he'll get back, but he will! ... until he doesn't..

ah yes, his death at the hands of kurapika, how will you react? hell, how would kurapika react to your existence? something tells me that kurapika might kill you too, send you right off with him, or, in a rather strange twist of events, he might try to fuck you and take you to the other side, not in the way of barging into your house and straight up non con, nah, more like a get to know you then get in your pants type of way, uvo won't be there to protect you now would he? of course the latter is highly unlikely, but to be honest it's kind of fun to think about.

and now that you think of it... you don't even know what uvo was doing or where he was going, you choose how you want to react to how you found out about his troupe business.

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shizuku

another woman! she's similar to another person right below her! she looks cute, but she's anything but!...... sort of.

she's not the best or worst partner, she's pretty normal, a bit distant but it's not something you can't manage, maybe she just needs some space and you're overwhelming her, but something that really gets to you is her forgetfulness.

at first, she'll forget things such as your birthday or your anniversary, but going further into the relationship, she becomes less and less forgetful (she might even remember things that you don't even remember.)

what exactly do you guys do together? well, she does try to partake in your interests, and does try to get things you like!

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franklin

he's similar to uvo, he's big, he's actually nicer than he appears.

what makes him so low is.. well to be honest i don't know, i don't feel like he could be high up but not so low, so, this is the perfect spot for him.

for one he does have a bit of an anger problem, not as bad as phinks, but he doesn't mind a slight argument, good thing he wont assault you, and is quick to make up for the argument.

i don't know how to write him, so, please forgive me for how small this passage is. :(

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shalnark

we're starting to get into uh... strange territory, he looks kind, and seems normal, but he's anything but that, he's not the most toxic but he also isn't the most caring and understanding either, similar to nobunaga he's kind of an enigma.

he's a love bomber and very good at manipulating, definitely takes advantage of his rather cute looks, he'll figure out what you're insecure about and compliment those things specifically, i do think he is capable of loving someone genuinely, but he sometimes does things without realizing that they aren't really normal, maybe he's getting his troupe personality mixed up with the one he has with you.

he does come off as sweet at first, brings you flowers and takes you on some rather expensive dates (an uncanny feeling creeps up on you about how the waiters act, but you don't pay much attention to it.) and sometimes he's more distant and a little bit aloof, you take this as him needing his space.

he's not abusive, but he isn't the absolute best partner, there's definitely better out there.

his death doesn't hit you as hard as the others but it was still devastating, you best hope hisoka doesn't come for you, and if he does, you hope he swiftly kills you, because you really don't want this murder clown to take an interest to you.

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phinks

phinks is another one 'that's kind of odd to me, i don't want to judge a book by its cover and say "yeah he's a piece of shit!!" but again, he's a lot better in comparison to anyone below.

he's similar to shalnark in quite a few ways, one, he does things that kind of makes you think he's a bit of an odd ball, he's intimidating to look at and is the second strongest physically in the troupe, so you're lucky to have someone like him if you're looking for protection.

i don't see him as the type to take you out to fancy restaurants and bring you flowers, stuff like that is a bit too sappy for him, he shows other ways like giving you thinks you like or taking you to like carnivals or other fun events.

his main problem is his anger issues, he won't physically harm you especially if you don't use nen, but he's not above arguing with or yelling at you, he doesn't do it often, but he might call you an idiot or a bitch if you take him to that point.

the relationship is somewhat normal besides that.

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chrollo

chrollo is weird, some say he's loving, caring, blah blah blah while some might say he's the exact opposite.

for one he is charming, he's a relatively good looking man, he's intelligent, and is looking for someone who's also intelligent.

i feel like chrollo definitely has a type, he likes people who are elegant, he wants someone that'll make him look good while he's in public, he doesn't care much for how people view the relationship outside of that, he also looks for someone with a personality he doesn't want someone who looks good yes, but is boring to be around, someone he can have a deep conversation with and talk about his interests with.

for one, you will not know about the troupe's existence, until he is 100% ready to tell you, which will definitely take a while, but he's confident that the troupe and himself will protect you from anyone who tries to avenge.

now, what makes him so low on this list? well, he's quite manipulative, a gaslighter, too, what do you mean you saw me with another woman? it's all for business, i'm just trying to steal her nen ability.

he does want to be a good partner, but this relationship is kind of a "too good to be true" type, something is happening behind closed doors and the thought is too persistent to ignore.

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illumi

this guy is... strange, for one, his beady ass eyes make him look like a bug (affectionately), and section.. his very warped perception of what love even is.

i agree with the fandom that he has a breeding kink no doubt, his intention on dating is marriage, and you will bear his children, no ifs, ands or buts.

you'll meet his family but you'll never meet the troupe, he doesn't want you getting involved in fighting (he might have someone teach you some basic self protection) because he doesn't want you to die, that'll fuck with him... kind of, you're basically trapped in the mansion.

his overprotection is toxic on its own, you don't have that much freedom, you can't go shopping unless he's with you (or if he can't be there, one of his servants will accompany you), you're never truly alone unless he's away, and when he's here, things are no better, he's distant and cold, there's not much to talk about with him, sure, he loves you, but doesn't know how to express it much.

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machi

one out of three toxic ass individuals, one of them consists of machi.

lets start off with the fact that she's cold hearted, as hell, if you cry in front of her she'll look at you like you're crazy, if she's really in that mood she'll tell you that you look stupid and you need to suck it up.

not good with physical touch or romance, who knows how the two of you managed to continue the relationship, she does leave flowers for you but won't tell you that they're from her, won't admit that she's the one who got them for you.

i feel like similar to a certain clown, she won't care much for you if you aren't either powerful or capable of protecting yourself in some way.

but all she's really doing is putting up barriers, she's actually caring in her own weird way, she'll still be there for you, patch up your wounds if you managed to get cut or stabbed and would probably mourn your death.

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hisoka

were getting lower, and a certain sadist who loves torture is worse, but somehow, hisoka is slightly better than him in some way or another.

for one, hisoka probably won't be that interested in you if you aren't powerful, it would be worse if you were a regular civilian, he'll take that as an opportunity to take advantage of you sexually, physically, psychologically and mentally, and the relationship will be literal hell..

but, lets say you are pretty powerful, dare i say a troupe member yourself, he won't be as interested in fighting you as much as he would chrollo, but he would be interested in... other ways.

how you managed to get into a relationship with this freak is unclear, but you two one day just.. hooked up, and it all goes downhill from here.

he has no problem killing you if he gets tired of you, he already killed two and plans on killing the rest of the spiders, why not kill another? especially you? or, in an alternate scenario where he does manage to kill off all the spider, you're the only one who's left, this can go two ways, one, he can fuck you one last time then kill you, or, he takes you with him! if you managed to have a lasting impression on him, that is.

outside of sex, he just isn't a good partner, he's probably the only one on this list that's probably willing to cheat on you (don't you dare get back at him, both you and your lover will die) he's manipulative as hell, he doesn't necessarily care about how you feel and he'll provoke you just to get a reaction out of you.

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feitan

and last but not least, feitan, oh boy, good luck to you for managing to have this man attracted to you. (im a feitan girlie, so this one might be a big longer than the rest)

for one, he'll hate your rotten guts for making him feel this way, for making him feel so weak, so emotional... he might even contemplate on killing you, but when that time comes he can't bring himself to do it.

i don't want to say yandere is his default since he doesn't really know how to properly love, because i do think he has some potential, but it does make sense for him, because there has to be something about you that makes you interested in him, maybe you're his polar opposite? maybe you're also a sadist?

he's not the most romantic partner, he doesn't want to come off as vulnerable, or sappy, so, what considers as a date to him? he's the type to probably take you to a cemetery at night as a form of a date.

he will not allow the troupe to know you or you to know them, for one he's going to be teased from hell and back for finally managing to pull someone and second while it appears that he doesn't care for you much, him protecting you from them is his way of showing you that he cares.

he can't find himself being vulnerable, he might teach you his language if you're up for it, and he might bring you some things he knows you like, but thats kind of it, also he won't force you to see him torture people.. unless you betray him in a way.

[justyanderes]

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pls hype this up if you enjoy it 💜

A tiger would probably feel safer in the jaws of a shark than you do in the current moment. Chrollo is finally looking at you, and not at the dusty books he has stolen from across the world.

"Your people were quite set on that particular tradition. At least most were until the church stepped in. Declaring all unions of that sort unholy".

The words from your current husband's mouth nearly make you sick. To be told a simple history lesson of the old traditions, of your people whom he all but slaughtered.

"Those were the ways of the past. This country and my family have evolved beyond such a barbaric tradition used by cultists". You say wishing you had taken the wine the pale servant had offered you. It hurts you to say such lies with a straight face.

Commoners may have started a revolution and have a puppet king in the palace- but

you are still the only true blooded royal. One with every right to hold on to your sense of superiority. (Even if that sense is fleeting with every coming day trapped in the Phantoms hold).

Chrollo motions for the staff to leave, leaving the two of you completely alone for the first time in months.

"If it didn't matter to you, then surely you would not have had illegal propaganda made supporting such ideals".

Your heart sinks to the bottom of your chest. He could truly kill you if he has evidence of that. Tyrant king or not, none of the people would mourn you. If the truth comes out you would be dead in the eyes of your people long before any final attempt was made on your life.

If Chrollo didn't outright murder you'll likely be sent to one of the high priests. As a final demonstration to rally the people. You'd be forced to repent and die trying to purge the sinful nature from your mind.

The book was one you dared to bind yourself. It seemed like a lifetime ago. When you had left the palace to retreat for the illness you suffered from.

It makes you tense realizing this man had read through all of your previous works. If he wished he could expose your lies to the public at any given moment. The only question you had left was exactly why Chrollo was waiting to act upon the information.

[babydaddyleorio]

hii! can i request the phantom troupe's reactions/feelings when chrollo's darling flirts with them? would they be tempted or loyal to chrollo? thank u in advance! :3

As moral-less as the phantom troupe may be, they would still never risk their loyalty to their boss.

If you flirt with uvo, he’d probably just laugh it off. Would even call the other members in a “get a load of this” type of manner because he finds the whole encounter hilarious. Though it seems like he’d be more likely than the rest to take you on your offer, uvogin knows his place and his respect for chrollo comes before anything.

If you flirt with paku, expect a small grin. She’d probably tell you she was flattered, though it’s clear that’s as far as it goes. If you’re lucky, she may even send you a compliment back, but it’s very genuine and void of any undertones.

If you flirt with feitan, he just stares at you. He already doesn’t trust you, so his eyes slowly narrow into slits at your betrayal of his boss. Will also probably be the one to snitch or make a big scene about your advances.

If you flirt with phinks, expect nervous looking around. Though you make him tongue-tied in disbelief, he’s not trying to get involved in a possible entanglement with you. You’re very attractive to him, his excessive throat clearing in response to your flirting making that beyond obvious. Though, then again, phinks also loves being alive... so he’ll pass.

If you flirt with nobunaga, he’s probably surprised more than anything. An “are you crazy?” type of shock before his mood transforms into pure annoyance. He can’t believe you’d be so bold, especially with chrollo having ears everywhere, so he makes sure to scold you into never doing that again.

If you flirt with franklin, he’s sweet but lets you down gently. When you ask why he’s not interested, franklin responds with “you’re just not my type”. Ouch, at least he was honest.

If you flirt with shalnark, he’s laughing loudly at your corny pick-up line. “real funny, y/n!”-- shalnark doesn’t take you seriously in the slightest, though because he thrives for drama, he definitely lets chrollo know about the ordeal. Just like feitan, shalnark is petty and practically sprints to snitch on you.

If you flirt with machi, she’s rolling her eyes at you. Not because she doesn’t think you’re cute, but because your flirting is simply awful and too cheesy for her liking. She tells you to come back once you get some game.

If you flirt with shizuku, she probably wouldn’t even catch that you were making a move on her. She’s clueless on all accounts, and someone hitting on her is no different. 

You end up just giving up in the end, trudging towards chrollo. He smirks triumphantly since he already knew you’d fail.

[sk3tch404]

Yandere Phantom Troupe with a s/o who gets friendly with other partners

Characters: Chrollo, Phinks, Nobunaga and Franklin

A/n: Ehhhh just a small thing. Brain fried from school and lack of proper sleep. Hope my HXH fixation stays strong for a while longer 😍 Also i think the writing is lowkey ugly but I think it's mostly the brain fog

Also wanted to do Uvogin but miss girl I really can't with ts rn... Btw I dont do Franklin I just like his character. ONE TIME THING OK 👌

Also in my ghosting era. Sorry moots I'm dying but bitch im alive but I'm dead 💔

Chrollo

Now what the hell do you think you're doing?

It's good to see that you're still capable of social interaction, but getting all buddy buddy with the other partners will make him extremely jealous.

His jealousy doesn't stem from his fear of them taking you away from him, it's purely because he thinks that HE should be the only one you spend your leisurely time with. Not some nobodies.

Chrollo is very straightforward and verbal in his expression of feelings. He will tell you to knock it off and stay near him for now on.

Maybe he will be more lenient when you talk to them from a distance.

Disobey and you will lose many privileges. It's not too often the troupe has meetings, so if there is a next time to prove yourself, (Assuming you've made up a lot for it and have obtained outside pleasures) you'd better either keep your head to the ground, or your eyes boring into his.

Eyes are the windows to the soul aren't they? Personally, Chrollo agrees with this sentiment. 

But if you're planning on escaping with the aid of that other partner, you better pray he takes some kind of psychological pity on you.

He WILL find out about it. Chrollo is a master manipulator and can read others out very well after some time.

Regarding that he has taken everything from you, he will know that you are keeping something from him.

It's not as if he didn't predict this, but it still dissapointed him.

Punishment is never tortuous, but it's direct and precise. Chrollo takes want he wants no matter how he gets it.

Sometimes you think of it as a blade hidden under his long sleeve. He closes in, saying things you wish not want to hear again, and strikes you in the most vital parts.

Phinks 

Literally does not care that much if you don't make a big deal out of it. Though, he does make sure you stay close and listens in to check you're not conspiring or anything. 

He will only get pissed if you seem really giddy after interacting with the other partner or if you keep looking around like an idiot for some kind of opportunity.

Somewhat playful about it. Phinks will tease you condescendingly, implying things you know you would be immensely punished for. 

Your terrified face and nervous defensive speech strokes his ego a lot. 

Yeah that's right, you're his. Only he works to make you that happy. Any other being trying to lure you into their untrustworthy hold will get their head spun around back and over. 

But if you're planning something against him, he will have no hesitation and will take you back home that instant.

Informs troupe members he encounters that he has personal business while dragging you out by your arm.

The boss is more understanding when it comes to partner business, so he approves of his actions.

Punishment is painful yet effective. The next time the Troupe meets up, you dare not to look at anyone else. Especially that other darling.

It seems like they were punished too.

Nobunaga

Why the hell are you ruining everything for yourself? 

He's a very moody and emotional person. Seeing you enjoy yourself with that other person will make him extremely envious and agitated.

If you're REALLY enjoying it then things will take a turn for the worst.

Nobunaga will walk up to the two of you and intimidate the other partner. The yandere of that partner will most likely not take kindly to that, and they will start to have a verbal dispute. 

Chrollo will have to silence the two and might even toss a coin to decide what to do about the outburst.

When you two get home, you will be heavily interrogated. If you don't declare your very existence and devotion to your "relationship", then off to the lions you go.

Nobunaga always makes punishment personal; Insulting you and putting words in your mouth. Never leaves you alone and makes it a point to let you know how much you hurt him, and how bad he is going to hurt you.

But if you are simply having small talk, then Nobunaga will pull you aside and tell the yandere to keep their partner away from his lover. 

The yandere will most likely agree or wave off to his demands, and keep what's theirs to themselves.

His grip is swift and harsh. You feel like a brick in calloused hands waiting for an open opportunity.

Nobunaga doesn't think before he acts in social situations. His feelings take over and his sword swerves up and around, aimed towards person contradicting his own view.

He is greedy, not selfish. 

Safe to say that you now don't open your mouth at meetings anymore unless you're told to…

Franklin

Eh as long as you're happy and not doing anything stupid.

He knows you need to talk to someone else other than himself. You are human after all.

Franklin will question you about your conversations. He secretly hopes you talked about him in a flattering light, but he knows that most likely was not a subject brought up.

Unless you want to get smart and start conspiring, you best not let him hear in on too much or find out.

Franklin is an observer and only acts when needed. His quiet and large stature is enough to intimidate most, so when he tells you he knows, confess and apologize as if you life depended on it.

He is a very patient, rational and calculating man, so he knows what you need when you need it.

It's better to stay docile rather than to mess up because you thought you could fool him. Did you think just because you found an easy way out, that you had even the slightest chance of keeping it a secret from him? Franklin of all people?

The man who is basically the troupe's second leader, the man who literally shoots nen bullets out of his hands, the man who could SNAP YOU IN HALF if he wanted to.

Punishment is not as bad as it would be if you actually did escape, but it still resulted in you being closed off to others much more than to him.

But other than that he doesn't mind you a few friends here and there. Just as long as you're loyal to him, he carries on without much issue.

Isn't the jealous type. More possessive.

[uvobreakmylegs]

Chains and Flesh

part 2 of the slasher!Franklin story

Part 1

🎃Happy Halloween🎃

Warnings: fem!reader, captivity, graphic depictions of violence, gore, death, smut, dubcon, spanking

Word count: 7.7k

How long you were kept down there you weren't sure. Your days started when you woke up and then ended when you fell into a fitful, uncomfortable sleep.

You were kept chained up like an animal at all times, and while the chain's moderate length meant you could get up and walk around a little, it became harder to do that as time passed, as your only form of nourishment were the bottles of water Franklin left for you. So while you remained alive, you were becoming weaker by the day, which forced you to stop moving around so much so you could conserve energy.

You sat chained up to that table near the door, slowly withering away while you waited for him to carry out whatever it was he'd planned for you.

But whenever Franklin would come in to continue his sick work, more often than not he didn't acknowledge you.

He'd walk by you, sometimes carrying a body that he'd hang on a newly emptied meat hook, other times leaving with the pieces he'd cut from one of the bodies within the room. You didn't know what he was doing with them. For your sake it was better not to know so you wouldn't need to speculate on what he'd do to your remains when you were dead. You didn't want to die knowing he'd turn your skin into a lampshade or eat the meat from your legs or anything like that.

Franklin was keeping quiet about it, and you'd rather it stay that way.

At one point you'd seen him walk by the open door carrying a spike strip like the one you'd run over, and only then did you realize that he was the one who had set that on the road, leaving out a trap to force you to go to him for help. You wondered how often that ploy worked.

Still, nothing else had really happened to you.

He kept you alive as his captive, but that was it. And usually he'd leave the bottled water next to you after you'd fallen asleep. Just enough to make sure you were kept alive.

And during the times when you were on your own in that room, waiting in the dark for him to return, all you thought of was how you could survive this.

Fighting him wasn't an option. By this point you were far too weak, and even if you had tried that on the first day you'd been brought here, it would've been nothing for him to overpower you. The odds of you having any sort of chance of being able to knock out or kill him were slim to none. Even if such an opportunity presented itself, it might not be the smartest choice to take it: you still had no clue where the key to the cuff was. If you managed to incapacitate him and didn't have the key, you were still stuck there. And depending on if you could kill him or not, you'd either starve to death after he had died, or he'd realize what you'd done after he woke back up and retaliate.

So no. Fighting was a bad plan.

But sitting around and waiting for him to be ready for whatever it was he wanted to do to you was equally bad. There were definitely a fair amount of victims that he'd killed, and you didn't want your name to be added to that list.

Without being able to fight him, and without any realistic way you could think of to escape without him knowing, you didn't have a lot of choices. The only thing you could think of was if you could somehow manage to connect with him in some way. That he might see you as another human being and form a friendship of sorts, just enough so he might feel badly about killing you.

But how do you even start up a conversation with someone like that? Especially when he was never interested in talking in the first place?

Your opportunity for that came one time when you'd been awake as he placed the water next to you as he was done for the day, taking out a ring of keys so he could lock up the room after.

Despite not having said anything since the day you were captured, you forced yourself to find your voice and say something.

“Thank you.”

Your words were mumbled and weren't very loud, but Franklin managed to hear you.

He stopped and looked back at you with a confused expression on his face.

It took you a moment to understand his reaction; of course it was weird that you would still be so polite to him. He'd drugged you and planned on cutting you up.

Still, this wasn’t a bad start, was it?

“..... You're an odd one,” he eventually said, “not one ounce of fight since I drugged you. Have you really accepted this so easily?”

You weren't sure what to say to that.

So you didn't say anything, instead looking down at the floor. Franklin walked out shortly after, turning out the light and sliding the door shut.

But his gaze was on you again as he did so, still looking at you strangely.

It must be some sort of achievement to have a serial killer tell you that you're weird.

You couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not. And for all of your waiting for an opportunity to speak with him, this had seemed rather wasted since you only spoke two words to him.

Then again, it'd be weird if you wanted to chat with him, right? Something like that would make it far too obvious to him that you were trying to get close to him in order to save yourself.

Did he know what you were trying to do? Based on the way he looked at you, it didn't seem like it.

Maybe this chance to save yourself could work. As long as you didn't go too far in trying to talk to him. You remembered that he'd said you knew when to shut up when he'd been collecting your car; maybe that was already a point in your favor. Maybe as long as you stuck to your instincts and spoke whenever it felt safe, you might reach him.

Maybe.

You heard a woman screaming.

That was what roused you from sleep and had you sitting up, fully alert as you looked towards the doorway.

The screams were coming closer, and you felt a lump form in your throat.

Had he gotten someone in the same way he'd gotten you? Set up that trap on the road so they would need to go to him for help?

But why would she be screaming? Unless she’d been smarter than you and didn't trust him when he had given her the drugged tea, and that had made him drag her down here by force.

You could hear the screaming almost right outside the sliding door, and you pushed yourself into your corner as far as you were able, wanting to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

The door slid open and the lights were flipped on, and once your eyes adjusted, you got a look at Franklin's new victim.

A woman, as you had guessed. One with short hair wearing a pink top and who was currently in the arms of Franklin despite how much she struggled in his grip. She was trying to reach behind her so she could attack his head.

There was a disgruntled look on his face as he carried the woman inside, and he only seemed to get more annoyed as the woman fought for her life, alternating between trying to grab at anything that could be used as a weapon or hitting him in whatever spot she was able to reach.

“Fucking inbred hillbilly piece of shit!” she screamed, repeatedly slamming her fist against the hands that held her, “let me go!”

Franklin continued to march her over to where an empty meat hook hung.

But the sight of that only had her struggling harder and screaming louder, and she desperately thrashed in his grip, doing everything in her power to get away from him.

Meanwhile, all you could do was look on in horror.

You were going to see it.

You were going to see him kill someone.

It was a preview for what would eventually happen to you, and there was nothing you could do to stop any of it.

She continued to struggle when Franklin attempted to turn her around so he could pierce her in the back with the hook, but the way she moved about made him lose his grip slightly, so she ended up falling a bit before he caught her again.

With the new opportunity she was given, she reached out to one of the piercings at the end of his lobes-

And yanked it out.

It was enough to stun him as he instinctively grabbed at his bleeding ear, and the woman managed to slip out of his grip.

She ran past him to the center table, picking up the shears that had been left there and raising them over her head as she faced his back. She intended to stab him and made a move to do so as she brought her arms down.

He turned, slamming his arm into her and pushing her aside, causing the shears to scrape along his back before they fell to the floor.

The woman moved faster than either you or he expected, managing to turn and run towards the door while he reached out for her again, barely escaping his grasp.

She finally spotted you, her eyes growing wide when she saw the way you were cowering next to the table. She stopped before the door, grabbing at you so you could escape with her, only realizing after how you'd been chained up.

The time she'd spent on you was wasted, as Franklin had grabbed a meat hook and was coming after her again.

You both saw the glint of the hook, and you both looked to each other once more.

She threw you in front of him.

There was just enough chain that you managed to hit him, making him stumble over you as you fell to the ground and buying her just a bit more time. You thought you felt his foot connect with your head and your face hit the floor hard.

You heard Franklin swearing as he continued to chase the woman, and after hearing the way he charged down that hallway, you heard her screaming again, this time accompanied by Franklin grunting. Whatever he'd done to her, she was still alive as her screams still echoed in the hallway.

You managed to push yourself up slightly, using one hand to cup at your cheek. The taste of iron in your mouth was obvious, though how exactly you'd managed to get cut from that was unclear.

Then Franklin came back, walking forward and stepping over you while you knelt down, a hand over your head to protect yourself just in case his shoe came into contact with you again. He didn't seem to notice you, and once he was past you, you scrambled back towards the table you were chained to, again trying to make yourself as small as possible.

A glance out the door showed you what had happened to the woman: she was still alive, groaning as she used her hands to pull herself forward down the hall, the meat hook having been impaled in her leg. The way her leg looked made it seem like he'd dragged her by the hook for a bit before he'd come back to get different weapon.

The weapon turned out to be a hammer, as he removed it from the wall and gauged its weight in his hand.

With his back turned towards you, you saw that the woman had managed to injure him when she'd attacked him with the shears as there was a line that ran across his back, the wound deep enough that his shirt was soaking up blood. You hadn't even realized that attack of hers had been partially successful.

Meanwhile, Franklin seemed satisfied with his selection of the hammer.

But when he turned, he caught sight of you.

And he froze.

Franklin stared at you wordlessly with hammer in hand while you felt a line of blood drip from the corner of your mouth. His expression was level, yet there was an intensity in his eyes that you weren't expecting.

Why it was currently being directed at you, you had no idea.

Nor did you have any idea as to why he suddenly put the hammer back in place on the wall and grabbed a different tool.

The chainsaw.

You sat in silence as he pulled it off the wall. He inspected it briefly before making up his mind, holding the tool with both hands as he headed back out into the hall.

He was really going to use that on her.

While she was still alive.

Why?

Was the hammer too merciful? Because if he hit her in just the right way, she'd be dead in an instant? Was it because of the amount of trouble she had given him that made him want to prolong her suffering? How long would he drag it out for?

And how were you going to get through this?

With no one there to hold you and assure you that everything would be alright, you found yourself wrapping your arms around the leg of the table that you had been chained to, holding onto it as though it were a lifeline while you watched the scene that was unfolding in the hall.

You shouldn't be looking. You knew that you shouldn't be looking, but something compelled you to keep your eyes on what was happening. Even though she had tried to use you so she could get away, something within you felt obligated to witness her last moments.

She was sobbing now, having looked behind and seeing Franklin with the chainsaw while she tried to crawl away. He stood above her, putting his foot on her injured leg and keeping her in place, which caused her to cry out louder. There weren't any attempts to attack him this time, only the way she desperately grabbed at the floor in front of her, still trying to claw her way to freedom.

Franklin revved the chainsaw.

That sparked new terror in her, and she began to beg for her life while she tried to shield her head with one of her arms.

That arm was what went first as the chainsaw cut into the meat and bone.

Within a few moments it was laying on the floor next to her head, her fingers still twitching while she screamed at the loss of her arm as she looked at the bloody stump. Franklin continued his work, taking the chainsaw to the other arm and repeating the action.

Her death couldn't have lasted all that long. People aren't built to survive having a chainsaw being cut into them repeatedly. In all likelihood she died after losing the second arm, either from the blood loss or the shock. Yet when he began to carve into the meat of her back, you swore you could still hear her screaming as the blood gushed out of her and sprayed onto him.

The chainsaw echoed alongside those screams within the confines of the hall, ripping up her body and flinging blood and bits of flesh and muscle everywhere, splattering onto the floor, walls and ceiling.

However long those moments truly lasted, it felt like an eternity to you as you sat there and watched as the hall began to fill up with blood, a puddle that expanded around the two of them, growing larger and traveling in the direction of the room you were in.

She was dead by this point. No person could survive losing that much blood.

But you swore you could still hear her voice.

Her screams finally stopped in your ears when Franklin stopped, turning off the chainsaw as he breathed heavily, looking down at what he had reduced that woman to. You were trying not to look at her, instead keeping your gaze on his back, your eyes naturally going to the wound that was still bleeding. His shoulders sank a little, likely in part because of the weight of the chainsaw that he still held. His breathing became a bit more controlled the longer he stood like that, until eventually he seemed to steel himself.

Had he lost control of himself? Was that not normal for him to do?

Those questions left your mind when he turned back to you and you were confronted with a new sight:

Franklin being absolutely covered in blood.

Those usual protections he wore for his face hadn't been there, so the blood dripped down his face, going as far as to run down his neck and end up beneath his shirt. He looked even more so like the deranged serial killer that he was, a madman who murdered anyone he came across and chopped up the bodies after as though they weren't even human.

With heavy footsteps, he returned to the room, a trail of bloody footprints following him in as he stepped in that pool of her blood. He didn't bother to look at you that time, only focusing on placing the bloodied chainsaw on that center table before turning around and leaving again, going somewhere out of sight.

The once glance you spared for the woman's body was brief, only lasting long enough for you to see just how much blood covered her and the open wounds on her back. There was more, but you tore your gaze away, holding onto the table leg again as you willed yourself not to look at her again. You didn't want the fine details of what a chainsaw could do to a person who had been alive, how easily the bones would've been broken apart or how much of a person would end up looking like dog food.

In keeping your eyes from looking at her, your gaze naturally went to the chainsaw. It was still dripping with her blood, the red falling from the blade and onto the table before it dripped off the edge of the table, going along with the slope of the floor and heading towards the grates.

It was a grim sight, but you found you'd rather look at that then look at her any longer.

Eventually Franklin returned. Apparently he'd gone to wash up as a majority of the blood from his face and hands were gone, though there were still smears of red on his skin.

His focus still wasn't on you as he went about cleaning up the chainsaw, walking it to the other end of the room while he removed the chain before he began to wipe it down with a damp towel.

With his back turned towards you once again, you saw that wound again. The bloodstain had only gotten bigger, but he didn't seem bothered.

…. Unless he didn't know he'd gotten injured?

Would he have missed that? Perhaps, with all that had happened when she had tried to get away.

Should you mention it?

That thought sparked a memory: a coworker at one of your old jobs had managed to cut her side on one of the tables at your workplace and hadn't noticed it. You had, but you didn't say anything as you had assumed she was aware of it. The next day she found out you had seen that but hadn't said anything and had berated you for it.

Franklin was a lot more deadly than your old coworker. If he found out that you knew he'd had an injury and you didn't say anything, that might be enough to get him upset with you.

Getting this man upset with you was the last thing you needed right now.

“You're bleeding.”

At the sound of your voice, he paused. Glancing back at you, his eyebrows were furrowed. Not sure if he hadn't heard you clearly, you spoke again.

“You're bleeding.”

This time you pointed at his back in an effort to show him the spot where the injury was.

He stared at you for a moment. Then you watched as he reached for the area you'd pointed to, and when he pulled back his hand to find the fresh blood that continued to soak through the material of his shirt was now on his fingers, he let out a noise that sounded somewhere between a grunt and a sigh.

He didn't say anything to you. After he finished cleaning the chainsaw, he left again.

The lights were still on and he hadn't moved the body in the hall. You weren't sure what was happening, if he'd be back or if he was done for now and would take care of the mess the next day. Hopefully not. Hopefully he'd at least come back to close the door so you didn't need to run the risk of seeing that woman's body when you woke up.

Franklin did end up coming back, and you kept your eyes averted as you heard him coming closer.

You jumped when he tossed a first-aid kit in front of you, the way the box appeared so suddenly and clattering against the floor so loudly startling you. When you looked back up to him, you found that he wasn't wearing his shirt.

He glanced at the first-aid kit before looking back at you, a small frown on his face.

“I can't reach the wound on my back,” he said to you, “so I need you to patch it up.”

“.... Okay.”

Franklin sat down in front of you and glanced back on occasion so he could keep an eye on you while you opened up the kit. Luckily for you, the wound on his back wasn't very deep. A relief, as it saved you from needing to go through the experience of needing to stitch him up.

Clean the wound. Disinfect the wound. Bandage it up. All steps were completed with shaking hands as every time you needed to touch his skin, you were convinced that you were going to do something that would upset him and he'd retaliate. And now that you'd seen what happened when someone managed to upset him, your imagination was even more vivid with what he might do to you. It was worst when you were disinfecting the wound, as he let out low noises whenever his wound would sting from the disinfectant.

All he needed to do was reach a hand back and smack you if you upset him too much. And it'd only take a few moments more for him to do something worse.

You scooted away from him when you were finished, signaling that you were done while also trying to put more distance between the two of you.

For some reason, he didn't get up to leave. While he turned around so he faced you again, Franklin stayed where he was, sitting on the floor of his butcher room while the woman's body stayed in the hall.

He was looking at you.

…. Was this good or bad?

“You had a chance to kill me,” he eventually said.

“What?”

He pointed to the kit, saying “there's a small pair of scissors in there. If you'd aimed them right, you could've killed me by stabbing them into my jugular.”

“Why didn't you do that?” he asked.

…... You weren't sure where this was going, or what the best way was to approach this. He hadn't said much of anything to you since meeting you that first time, and now the man was asking why you hadn't tried murdering him when given the chance.

It was mostly because you hadn't been thinking of it. After witnessing him murder that woman and seeing him covered in blood, terror had driven you to do as he said. You only mentioned the back wound because you were afraid he would be upset that you hadn't said anything, and you only did as he said in regards to bandaging him because a refusal seemed like certain death for you.

The certain death that was still visible from the corner of your eye.

“I don't..... I don't know that I could do that,” you whispered.

His eyebrows furrowed.

“Not even to the man who's been keeping you down here?” he asked.

After a moment, you shook your head.

Franklin was quiet, and you were wondering if your response was a bad one. Maybe all you had done was reaffirm whatever view he had of you in his head and he'd end this night by finally killing you off. Maybe every action you'd taken in staying quiet and out of his way in the hopes that he might have more sympathy for you had backfired and he only determined that someone as useless and pathetic as you deserved an awful death. Someone who was so controlled by fear that she didn't even notice an obvious escape from this situation, where he had been somewhat vulnerable for the first time since you'd met him.

The two of you sat in silence as the lights on the ceiling hummed above you.

Then he moved.

Getting back to his feet, Franklin collected the first-aid kit before he returned to the doorway. Flicking the light switch, he turned as he closed the door, and once again his eyes were on you.

This time there was a pensive look in his eyes.

And then you were shrouded in darkness once again as the door slid shut.

You awoke when something soft was thrown on top of you, and after a brief moment of panic, you found that he'd given you a blanket, tossing it on top of you as he went back to his work.

You thanked him as you wrapped it around yourself, grateful for the feeling of being covered after being exposed for so long. It hardly made sleeping on the surface of the floor any easier, but the soft material was a comfort to you.

He didn't say anything after you thanked him, and that day you spent your time focused on the blanket, keeping your eyes averted from what he was doing.

You chose to take the blanket as being a good sign. If he didn't like you, he wouldn't have bothered with anything like that. So him making an effort to make you feel a little bit more comfortable down there must've meant that he didn't dislike you. Maybe if you got a chance to talk to him a little more, you might get him to let you go. If you promised that you wouldn't say anything about him or what you'd seen him do, maybe he'd drop you off somewhere and let you find your way back to civilization. A long shot, but now one that seemed somewhat possible.

Unfortunately he didn't seem interested in talking to you.

And you found that more often than not, he would spend a significant amount of time staring at you. Sometimes just after he'd come in, sometimes when he was in the middle of cutting up a body. The awful noises you would hear would stop suddenly and you'd look over to see him watching you.

Having no clue what to make of that, you determined that it was better to stay quiet.

There was still a meat hook that remained empty. No need to make him decide to put you up there if he was reconsidering it.

Some time had passed since the incident with that woman had happened. You still had no true sense of how much time had gone by, but you were able to note when the hastily cleaned bloodstains in the hallway were becoming more faded.

And then the day came when Franklin finally decided to do something with you.

There hadn’t been anything odd about his behavior beforehand, nothing he had said or done that seemed out of place.

The only warning you got was the way the metal door screeched as it was flung open, startling you. You sat up to see Franklin standing in the doorway. He was staring right at you, and when your eyes met his, his jaw clenched and he walked towards you, pulling out a key from his pocket.

It was for the cuff around your ankle, as he knelt down in front of you and roughly yanked your leg towards him, slipping the key into the lock and opening the cuff.

Then he grabbed you by the arm and hauled you up.

The blanket that you'd wrapped around yourself fell to the floor, and when he began to lead you out of your small corner, you looked to where he was taking you:

The large table at the center of the room.

….. Oh god.

He forced you face first onto the table, your upper half resting against the metal while your lower half hung off the edge.

Oh god oh god oh god

He was finally gonna do it.

He was going to kill you. Cut you up into tiny pieces, save whatever parts of you he thought were good and then toss out whatever he felt was useless.

You were going to die.

That thought seemed to be confirmed when you felt him undo the clasp of your bra, pushing the straps out of the way so he had full access to the skin of your back. Calloused hands ran over your flesh, lightly squeezing certain areas before they went back to roaming all over.

You were shaking now, tears forming in your eyes as that giant cleaver was in your direct line of sight. It was easily within reaching distance for him. Any moment now he could grab it and start hacking away at you, and all you could hope for was that he would hit you in a way that ensured you would die quickly. You didn't want to live through the feeling of having your limbs chopped off or being slowly cut in half; if there was really no way out of this, then you just wanted it to be fast.

His hands had moved further down, feeling your waist before gliding over your panties.

Then he grabbed the elastic band and forced the thin fabric down to your thighs.

Warmth filled your cheeks at the humiliating action, making you press your face against the surface of the table in embarrassment.

He was going to go for the cleaver now, right? Begin the process of cutting you up, maybe alternate between the cleaver and the chainsaw.

Oh god..... Please don't let him stick me on the hook......

Soft whimpers were now coming from your mouth, ones that you couldn't contain no matter how hard you tried. He was going to hurt you, put you through total agony before he would eventually kill you. What your crime was you'd likely never know, but he would carry out your punishment regardless and keep you alive until he decided that it was time for you to die.

Please be fast, you begged silently.

Then there was a hand on your head. The same fingers that had been feeling up your flesh were now stroking your hair, petting you softly.

Almost like he was trying to comfort you.

You didn't have the time to realize how wrong that thought felt given all that Franklin had done to you.

Because there were fingers prodding at your entrance, pushing apart your pussy lips before one digit pushed itself inside of you.

A gasp was forced from your throat, both from discomfort as you weren't wet in the slightest and from shock as you finally realized what his intentions were.

….. Why?

After keeping you around for all this time, what made him decide to do this?

And was he still going to kill you after?

With the finger still prodding inside of you, you slowly turned your head to look back at him. His gaze was locked onto your cunt as he forced his finger in and out in an effort to get you ready for him, something that wasn't going as well as he'd hoped based on the way he was frowning.

…. Would he still fuck you if he couldn't get you loose enough? Or would he give up on it and decide to kill you?

Maybe.... Maybe if you went along with this, he might spare you. It meant swallowing the little pride that you had left, but so far you'd been allowed to live because you hadn't fought him, right? If you went along with what he wanted, then he really might let you go after.

It was worth a shot.

Franklin stopped what he was doing when he saw you begin to lower your hand down to your cunt, and from your peripheral vision, you saw that his eyes had narrowed. Yet he didn't do anything to stop you, curious as to what you were doing.

When you brought your fingers down to your clit and began to rub at the small bundle of nerves in an effort to lubricate yourself further, you didn't catch any change in him. No sharp intake of breath or laughter directed at you; he just watched wordlessly.

Then his fingers returned to your folds, pushing two of them in this time while his other hand left your head in favor of slipping beneath you so he could fondle your breasts. You let out a whimper, but you kept your focus on the fingers you had at your clit.

But while you were beginning to make noises, Franklin had yet to say anything or even show any signs that he was enjoying this. When you glanced back to him again, you couldn't read anything from his expression. Were it not for the fact that he was the one shoving his fingers into you, you wouldn't have thought that he wanted this at all.

Was he just playing with you? Was this some sort of sick joke, to see just how desperate you were for him to spare you before he really did go and kill you?

His eyes met yours then, and out of habit you made yourself look away.

You wanted to avoid him seeing you cry when he taunted you, if possible.

The hand he had at your chest moved to your back, pressing you down onto the cold surface of the metal. And as he did that, he removed the fingers from your cunt.

For a moment you thought that your fears were correct and you really were just being toyed with. Then a sharp pain that hit your ass made you cry out.

Franklin brought his hand back to the now-sore spot where he had hit you, and you heard him let out a low hum.

He brought his hand back down a few more times after that, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the room while you cried out every time his hand connected. It ended with your ass feeling bruised and sore. When you glanced back again, you saw a small smirk on his lips.

Ah..... That was the sort of thing he liked, was it?

That was confirmed when you felt his dick prodding at your leg through the fabric of his pants and apron.

He smacked you a few more times before returning his attention to your pussy, focusing again on loosening you up while you felt his cock get harder. That single finger of his fit in a bit more easily, and not long after he inserted a second one.

Though you felt you were reaching your limit when he tried to stuff in a third. You cried out, your fingers that were on your clit stopping their movements.

You couldn't do this.

He hummed.

And to your ear, it sounded like he was disappointed.

When he removed his fingers once again, you began to panic. You'd ruined it. Your one chance to escape certain death and you blew it.

“I'm sorry,” you began, tears falling as you continued with “I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm s-orry-!”

A hand rested on your head again while he hushed you. You shut your mouth, waiting to see what would happen next as you once again glanced back.

Franklin was undoing the ties of his apron, pulling the thing over his head before he grabbed you, lifting you up with one hand while he set the apron down where you had been laying. He placed you down on top of it, this time on your back so you could clearly see what he was doing.

There was little time wasted in the way he undid his belt and pulled out his cock, and even less time wasted in how he positioned himself between your legs, the tip brushing against your pussy lips as he moved in close.

With both hands on your hips, he shoved in.

Despite the efforts made by both you and him, it still hurt when he entered you, making you throw your head back while a cry escaped your lips.

Evidently it wasn't important to comfort you now as he ignored your cry of pain and began to thrust in and out. The hands on your hips kept you in place while he did what he wanted and his gaze stayed on the sight of his dick being swallowed by your cunt.

The first minute or so was painful, though the longer he went, the less pain you felt. Still, you wanted to lessen the pain further, so you again slid a hand down to your clit to find some relief.

He smacked your hand away.

He'd hit you with enough force that it hurt, and when you looked up at him with a confused expression on your face, you saw he was looking at you. He was still trying to keep his own expression level, but you could now see a slight flush to his face.

When your eyes met he smirked.

Franklin moved one of his hands slightly, repositioning so that he was still holding you down, but now his thumb was able to reach your clit.

He began to rub at the bundle of nerves, the way that his calloused, rough skin of his thumb harshly moved against you making you cry out again. You tried to find something to hold onto and ended up holding onto one of the straps of his apron when you couldn't find anything else.

His cock pushing into you started to feel better, something that was evident when your cries began to sound more like cries of pleasure. He pulled one hand away from your hip so he could use it to lean over you. Franklin's eyes went from your gasping mouth to your breasts that moved with every thrust and then to your stretched out cunt.

And when his eyes met yours again he reached out to cup your cheek.

The action felt almost loving. Just like when he'd placed a hand on your head to calm you.

This wasn't so bad.

Karma came instantly for a thought like that as you were forced to remember something important:

Franklin killed people.

He brutalized his victims when they were alive and then desecrated their bodies in death. A man who had likely been killing people for years was fucking you and there was no guarantee that you would live long after he was finished. The assortment of tools at his disposal were in that room with you, and all he needed to do after he was done was grab one and end you, and you would no doubt join those poor people on the hooks.

You didn't want to die.

So when his hand began to pull away from you, you grabbed it, your fingers brushing against his scarred skin as you brought it up to your lips, placing a kiss on his palm.

He stopped moving.

Panic filled you quickly as you feared you had messed up.

Then his hand pulled away from your grasp in order to grab you by the back of your head before Franklin forced his lips onto yours.

He was kissing you.

After the few seconds it took you to realize that, you made yourself kiss him back, going as far as to wrap your arms around his neck to try and pull him in closer, though as he was far stronger than you, you only managed to pull yourself up slightly.

Those dead people on the hooks had been next to you the entire time, and what they would have thought of you popped into your mind. If they would've understood your desperation to survive or if they would've felt choosing death was less pathetic than what you were doing now.

Franklin pulled away. His breathing was harsher now. And when he began to move again, his hips snapped against yours faster.

He came moments later, pushing himself against you while a deep groan rumbled through his chest. The feeling of the wet warmth that filled you made you whimper, and again you pulled yourself against him, burying your face against his shoulder.

The hand at the back of your head began stroking your hair again, once more in that comforting manner.

Don't kill me don't kill me don't kill me

Then he pulled your arms off of him, placing you back down onto the table while he stood back up. You whimpered when he pulled out and you felt his cum dripping out of you.

He chuckled.

“I'll keep you,” he said.

That got your attention, and you looked back up to him as he continued.

“You'll stay here with me. I'll continue as I have been with other stragglers that come this way while I keep you safe.”

….. He was the only one you needed to be kept safe from. But you held your tongue.

His hand went to rest on your stomach, fingers trailing over your flesh as he spoke again.

“I don't think you'd be able to help me with what I do,” he said, “so you'll stay upstairs and wait for me to come back up to you. Maybe when I can trust you, I'll let you go outside on occasion.”

Was staying here with him for the rest of you life worth it? Being trapped with him while he dragged down more unsuspecting people and killed them while you stood idly by?

His fingers stopped moving, and when you looked up to him again, there was a serious expression on his face.

“If you try to run, I won't show you any mercy,” Franklin said.

“..... I-I won't run. Promise,” you breathed.

“Good.”

He flipped you over, and you were surprised when you felt his cock brush against your pussy again. He'd gotten hard again that fast?

His pace was rough when he pushed inside again and you moaned. That earned you another soft touch to your hair which you leaned into, something he liked based on the way he hummed.

You caught sight of those bodies, however, your head facing in their direction as the pieces that still had eyes stared at you.

You turned your head away, clutching at the apron beneath you while you made yourself focus on Franklin.

This wasn't what you wanted. You wanted him to let you go, not fall in love with you.

But what the hell were you going to do about it now?

There was no telling how much time had passed by the time he was done with you, finally pulling away and readjusting himself while you laid on the table feeling sore and exhausted. His multiple releases and a few of your own were leaking out of your pussy and dripping down your thighs, and you cringed a little at the thought of how used you felt.

That's something you'll need to get used to, you thought to yourself. At least you'll be alive.

Franklin was gentle when he picked you up. Your head rested against his chest as he walked towards the door. Finally, you were leaving that room. Hopefully you'd never need to enter it again.

Hopefully he'd never feel the need to put you in there again.

The hallway was still stained with the blood of the woman he'd killed before, and as he walked you up the stairs, you noticed scratch marks in the walls. Like someone had dragged their nails along the walls in a desperate bid to keep themselves from being taken down there.

Don't think about it.

As you were brought up onto the ground floor of the house, you found that it was evening, and a glance through the windows you passed by showed you that there was still light out as the sun was setting.

You saw something else out there.

The junkyard you had seen on that very first day at the back of the house.

What caught your attention first was the wheelchair simply because it seemed out of place among the junked cars – maybe Franklin had meant to toss it and forgot.

And then your eyes were drawn to something that stood behind it.

Your car. The one you'd been driving when you hit the spike strip and crashed. That Franklin had brought back to his house saying that he could fix it.

Your car sitting within a sea of other vehicles that were in similar condition.

….. Don't think about the numbers. Don't think about any of it.

At least you're still alive.

Your hand went to clutch at Franklin's shirt while you pressed your face against his chest. You sensed him glancing down at you as he continued taking you to what you assumed would be a bedroom.

“We'll get you cleaned up and then sleep,” Franklin told you, “I'll give you a little something to eat in the morning so we can get you back to the point that you can eat meals again.”

You nodded.

At least you're still alive, you repeated once more.

[rinhxh]

Cute fanart. 😆

From my old folder (again). It's been about 15 years. So no longer remember the original source.

I like the effort of the artist because she / he makes the details of the even more chibi version as the background.

Everyone is nice and looks cute, but I can't help but focus on flirty Hisoka and annoyed Machi, as usual. 😊

Thanks to whoever drew this cute fanart. 🙏

Edit: The source is in the lower right corner. 😅

[cats-closet]

I don't remember if this has been done before but hxh headcannons for phantom trope + others and how they react to their s/o being quiet in bed.

Not even like to be spiteful just naturally don't make a ton of noise! Some are in multiple categories depending on the day yk.

Tries harder, is determined to get a reaction:

Hisoka, Uvogin (special occasion), Chrollo (when hes bored), Nobunaga (usually), Shalnark (he's a lil bastard), Phinks (sometimes)

Doesn't push it and enjoys any little noise:

Kite, Pakunoda, Kurapika

Doesn't need them to be vocal, can get everything they need from body language:

Chrollo, Machi (sometimes), Franklin (?)

Is the same:

Illumi, Shizuku (maybe?), Feitan,

Doesn't care:

Uvogin (most of the time), also Feitan, Phinks (sometimes)

[ghostlyforxst]

Greetings, welcome to the Hunter X Hunter material list. Listed below are the stories I've writen and if you have any desires you'll like to summon, you more than welcome to curse my inbox or messages with them! As more is requested, or comes to mind, more characters will be added.

☆ - NSFW

PHANTOM TROUPE

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊CHROLLO LUCIFER₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 YANDERE ALPHABET WITH CHROLLO LUCIFER

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊NOBUNAGA HAZAMA₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊FEITAN PORTOR₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊MACHI KOMACINE₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊PHINKS MAGCUB₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PHINKS X GN! READER

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊FRANKLIN BORDEAU₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊SHIZUKU MURASAKI₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊SHALNARK₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊PAKUNODA₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊UVOGIN₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

ZOLDYCKS

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊SILVA ZOLDYCK₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊ILLUMI ZOLDYCK₊ ﾟ · 𓍊

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊KILLUA ZOLDYCK₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

HUNTERS

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊GON FREECSS₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊KURAPIKA₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊LEORIO PARADIKNIGHT₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 LEORIO PARADIKNIGHT X M! READER ☆

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊HISOKA MOROW₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊KITE₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

CHIMERA ANTS

𓋼𓍊 · ﾟ₊MERUEM₊ ﾟ · 𓍊𓋼

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

HEADCANNONS (MULTIPLE CHARACTERS)

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

INTERVIEW (GOT A QUESTION FOR A CHARACTER? WANT THEM TO TELL YOU HOW THEY'LL REACT ABOUT SOMETHING? ASK!)

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING...

[cherrysha]

A Promise of Greatness

This is a collab with my virtual wife @ramwrites who has the ability to dream up these crazy incredible AU’s. Her fic can be found here , and while I encourage everyone to read her amazing work first, these don’t have to be read in order for the plots to make sense. 

Word Count: 6.5K

Warnings: Violence, Murder, Religious Symbolism, Religious Institutions, Branding, God!Franklin, Female Reader, Slightly Yandere Franklin

He comes to you in the form of a dream. The forge is barely lit besides the glow of the furnace, that looks eerily like your own, and the flames that encircle the peripherals of the room. The comfort of it is almost enough to ward off the terror you feel at being surrounded by fire, almost swallowed whole by it, the heat being an all too familiar feeling on your sweaty skin. A man, a giant hulking form of a man, cloaked in shadow and almost opaque, smiths in front of you. His thick arm, almost abnormally large and only made to appear larger with the vast shadows enshrouding him, repeatedly swings a hammer and casts up dazzling sparks with every downward stroke. You can only see his back, but his voice is loud and clear when he speaks to you.

“Perfect creations require perfect materials.” There’s silence as he casts a deafening blow to the brightly heated metal on the iron below him. You can’t quite find your voice, its lost to you as your mouth opens to form words. When the sound of metal hitting metal has stopped reverberating around you, he speaks again.

“Even something as simple as chains” he pauses to release a deep sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he stares at the metal in front of him. “Is only the strongest when crafted from the strongest.” his muscles flex as he brings the hammer back above his head before pounding at the dimly lit metal in a flurry. When your eyes cast downwards to what was once an unrecognizable lump, in its place lay delicate chains, cooled enough that they no longer glow, the likes of which you’d never seen. The gasp that leaves you is silent, your voice still lost to you, as you admire the work of the smith. Its intricate, a golden hue with delicate details that should not have been possible with the way that the man had been swinging the giant hammer in his hand. “Go to the temple and find the materials.” He finally turns his face towards you, but you still cannot see any of his features.

“If you can impress me, then maybe I can bestow these gifts upon you.”

~

You’ve never been pious. Have never felt the urge to know of any gods, old or new. The forge is where true strength lay. Your hands, the weight of a sturdy hammer striking hot metal and creating something fresh to this world. No god could give you faith or power like a burning furnace and the knowledge of creating your own. So why where you here?

The temple stands barren in front of you, dirt and debris cluttering the grand staircase that lay one step ahead. Some of the old gods had been cast aside for more than a millennium now, only the oldest people in the village truly believing in the power that they once held. They were too old to manage the upkeep of the decrepit building, and too strict in their ways to entice nonbelievers to their ancient religion. With a cautious step forward, you make your way to the foreboding doors, thinking over your decision and pondering if opening this crypt was even truly worth it. It could be nothing more than your own mind that created the dream, but the fire had felt all too real, the voice which was urging every movement forward booming inside the confines of your mind. You came here to improve. To be the best, no, to become the greatest, and that urge had lit a fire under you. By the time you make it to the top of the stairs any second thoughts have already fizzled away into the background. Even if this was a lost cause, it didn’t hurt to look for yourself.

The interior is dark, and you curse as you fumble for a nearby torch hanging from a sconce, applauding your preparedness as you paw at the pocket of your breeches for the flint and wool you had stashed earlier. With little effort you deftly light it and the room is revealed before you. The only remnants of the dark residing in murky shadows lingering in the confines of corners. Its small, much smaller than you had anticipated from your view of the outside, with what looked to be a pit in the center, a small alter behind it, and massive columns flanking either side. Slowly, you make your way forward, revealing the pit to be nothing more than a rather steep staircase that gracefully twisted down into the darkness below. You curse, not quite expecting this and not quite willing to venture into the darkness that awaited you. There couldn’t be any animals lurking within the sealed temple, at least none that were big enough to do you any harm. And you weren’t the type to believe in the monsters of old, so there was no reason to fear what hid in the dark. Reluctantly you trudge on, making your way down the steep set of stairs.

This temple had been abandoned since before you were alive, there weren’t any indicators on the outside of which god this one belonged to either. It was grand, but not as imposing as the other temples you had seen around the country, and definitely not as ornamented either. What lay ahead, down into the silent abyss was a mystery to you, a mystery to most of the population.

As minutes tick by, the narrow passage opens into a space that seems almost unnaturally dark. Your torch only illuminates about 2 feet ahead before the shadows consume the flickering light. Looking around, your eyes fall upon a trough of what appears to be filled with fluid. It doesn’t take much thought to realize that it can't be water, and after a quick smell to assess that it was, in fact, oil you touch your torch to it, gasping as flames quickly consume the entirety of the room. The trough extends the entire perimeter of the massive hall, revealing that it’s at least triple the length of the room above, and easily double its width. The walls are seemingly made of obsidian, reflecting the flames in front of it and refracting the light throughout the hall.

Multiple forges flicker to life as the flames finally breach their hulls.

“No fuckin’ way.” Is all you can muster to say at the sight before you.

The system of lighting the forges is an intricate one, the cost of integrating it in the depths of an ancient temple is almost overwhelming to think about. With a shaky breath, you take your first steps into the expansive room.

~

Days pass almost endlessly as you tirelessly raid the storage room for supplies. The dream, the premonition, his words, rattle around in your skull.

“Perfect materials... perfect...” you mumble to yourself, lifting the heavy crates in search of something befitting his vision. If this were his temple, then wouldn’t all the materials in the storeroom be perfect? Would any of the old worshippers even dare to keep imperfect materials?

Your muscles ache, eyes burning from lack of sleep as the exhaustion settles deep down in your bones. Now that you weren’t swinging a hammer you could finally feel the days of little to no rest catching up to you.

“Maybe copper?” you whisper “No..no.. s’too soft.” Your hand comes to your face to thoughtfully rub at the soot there, and it forces a shudder to wrack through your frame, as if the sudden touch startles you. You'd searched the temple for days trying to find some type of clue, only discovering that the glyphs on the walls and in the decaying books were unintelligible, a language lost to time and forgotten to most commonfolk. On the bright side you had found a room that appeared to be an area for rest, a small cot made from maple and easily stuffed with fresh hay. No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t rest in this place, an urge to fulfill the wishes of the god an infectious itch in the back of your mind that drove you from slumber.

There were only a few options left that you could think of. With a defeated sigh, you take one last glance around the storage room before heading up into the main chamber.

It’s as dark and decrepit as you remember. Your feet echo in the emptiness of the room, a sound that only serves to unnerve you further. The wood upon the hearth of the alter is easily lit with your torch, old twigs being set alight with such little effort its surprising. With a groan you drop to your knees, head rolling back to clear the tension from your body as you try to gather your thoughts.

“uhm…” you start, still unsure if this would work. “I’m kind of… at a loss here? Could you maybe elaborate on the materials I need?” seconds tick by, the flame in the center of the alter flickering in the quiet of the room. “I don’t know much about this religion… do you require offerings?” you'd never prayed before, and even now the thought of speaking to anybody but yourself in the dimly lit room felt like madness. Were you going mad? Cooped up in a dusty abandoned building and hammering away at metal until your brain felt foggy around the edges… that didn’t seem like something a sane person would do.

Unclasping your hands, you get up from your spot, dusting off your breeches as if the action would make them any less grimy than they already were, before muttering to yourself. “Stupid idea” with a huff you leave the temple entirely, eyes adjusting to the brightness outside. You needed a shower. Something heavier on your stomach than the measly bread you had packed, something to quench the thirst that had crept over you as the days passed with no progress.

By the time you’ve cleaned yourself up and head into town, the tavern is as busy as usual. Even through the noise and the gaggle of people cluttering the building, you still find William there, in his usual spot at the bar. His back is to you, griping to some other man about god knows what, but as soon as you make to sit next to him his attention shifts to you.

“Ah! And where have you been?” a broad hand claps you over the shoulder before he pulls you in for an awkward side hug. “Thought I was gunna have to drink away my sorrows by myself” you chuckle, eyes finally straying from his as you order two more pints. One for you and one for him, hopefully he’d drink enough to hear you out. William was the only alchemist in the area, and your only source of knowledge besides your own mentor on the properties of metal. With his help, maybe your week’s long search could finally come to an end. It’d be a tough sell though; William wasn't fond of the temple or anything to do with it either. Many nights you'd heard his drunken griping over how ‘the atrocious thing should be ripped down already’. After a few drinks you finally find the courage to ask him.

“You know I’m not the religious type, y/n. ‘Specially considerin’ what those old coots say about the gods” he goes to take a swig of his mead before deciding against it in favor of berating you more “War? Murder?” he scoffs, sending you a withering look over his mug “You'd have to be crazy to believe that stuff really happened.” You sit, watching his throat bob as he gulps down the last dregs of his drink. “Thought you were the same way too.” He says under his breath, staring at the rim of the mug “Musta been starin’ at the fire in your forge too long”

“I have not!” You laugh, trying hard to be offended. His words might’ve held a sliver of truth, and that alone unnerved you more than it hurt your feelings.

With a nudge to his shoulder you sigh, taking a swig of your own ale and lingering there for a moment to process his words.

“I’m not asking you to believe, I don’t even know if I-“you stop yourself, hand coming up to massage your temples. “Look. There’s a giant forge in the temple. An endless supply of metal, and all I’m asking- hey!” your interrupted as he starts to shake his head. “All I’m asking is that you come take a look yourself. Tell me if they’re still worth crafting with.”

William leans back, stretching his neck as he does so, as if the conversation is slowly building stress in his weary muscles “Everyone knows to stay away from places like that… you know what they say…”

“Thought you said you didn’t believe in that type a stuff?” you counter, a sly smile playing on your lips.

With a dry chuckle he answers, “Yeah... guess you got a point.”

The giddiness in your voice is electric, your eyes lighting up at the small concession he’s willing to admit. It’s just enough for you to finally get your way. You clap him on the back “So that means you’ll check it out?”

“Yeah... yeah... you know you’re playin’ with fire, right?” an infectious smile is plastered to his face, but his eyes are serious. He’s right, you know that better than he may imagine, but you hold firm.

“Guess that’s why I so damn good at my job, huh?”

~

The walk back to the temple feels too long. Maybe its William’s incessant whining, his feet dragging to even leave his comfortable spot at the tavern. When you finally make it to the bottom the stairs outside of the temple, the building looks more ominous than it has in the past. It stands tall, pillars dully gleaming in the moonlight, and you take your first step with more hesitation than you had upon first entering the building.

When you enter the main hall, the torches you had lit before flicker and are snuffed out by a wind that doesn’t seem to belong. It might be the dark of the night, or William’s paranoia rubbing off on you, but the instant darkness gives you pause, goosebumps crawling up your arms and neck as an eerie feeling washes over you. William groans in protest, the noise is enough to snap you out of it. “I’m not goin’ any further until you relight that torch y/n”

“I am I am just give me a second.” You gripe “big fuckin’ scaredy cat”

“If my attitude is botherin’ ya please! Feel free to find another bastard that’ll walk into this hellhole with ya”

The flint takes longer than it should to ignite the torch you’ve pulled from a nearby sconce, fingers shakily scratching the material together quicker and quicker until, with a hushed curse, it finally catches again, albeit weaker than it was before. Upon further thought, there was nothing supernatural about the way the torches had snuffed out. it’d been years since the old things had been used. Maybe it was time to cover it in oil again. For someone who didn’t believe in the old gods, William’s superstitions were enough to cause you to lose all logic. The thought alone irritated you.

“C’mon” you grumble, and he follows with a whispered “You owe me a pint after this shit”, as if you hadn’t spent the last few hours draining your pockets for his sake.

The stairs groan underneath the combined weight of both set of feet, a difference that is not lost to you as you check your memory to see if you remember if they sounded as dilapidated as they do now. Its eerie in the calm darkness, just William’s labored breath and the constant creaking of the wooden staircase.

As you make your way deeper, the lack of light only serves to send a chill up your spine. You’d left the furnaces on, the forge burning brightly, certain that you'd be back in time to throw more fuel onto the fires. If anything, the troughs of oil surrounding the room should have left the furnaces lit, albeit dimmed in the absence of fuel in the form of coal.

“Don’t tell me you’re chickening out?” its as if he can sense your unease, looking back at your face and down the stairs again.

“You practically lived down here!”

“Shutup… s’your fear that’s rubbing off on me” which isn’t necessarily a lie, but your true fear could be unfounded. The furnace may have gone out by itself in the few hours that you'd been gone. There was no reason to rile him up further, to make him leave before he helped you.

He only grumbles in response.

It’s no surprise when you reach the bottom of the stairs, relight the trough of oil and find nothing sinister, but the suspense has done a great job of stirring your irritation towards the man still grumbling by your side. He sighs, rubbing a hand through his hair as he complains about the smell of oil, as if the massive underground forge before him is not worth any of his praise. You scoff, muttering for him to follow you to the storeroom before you lose any more of your patience.

You leave William there as you properly relight the largest furnace set at the very end of the expansive forge, shoveling extra coal onto the fire until you’re sure it won’t go out any time soon. Idly, you wait, watching the flames engulf the extra fuel as you ponder the size of the forge in front of you. Its gigantic, accompanied by the largest crucible you’ve ever seen, more akin to a bathtub full of molten metal than anything else. The first few days, you'd only filled it with enough iron ore to satisfy your needs. It didn’t take long before you realized that it was made to be full at all times, and by only filling it to suit your needs, you were compromising the integrity of the entire crucible. Now, there was enough molten iron ore and carbon bubbling inside to equip an army.

With a sigh, you watch the metal slowly heat back up, although it had never fully cooled in your short absence. The crucible was far too insulated to allow all of the heat to escape.

“What materials are you even looking for?” William asks as you meet him back in the storeroom.

Telling him about the dream would only lead to his quick departure from the temple, so instead you tell him half of the truth “I’m trying to recreate something ancient I think.” His eyebrows raise at the waver in your voice, “It’s a chain with ornamental engravings. What it looks like doesn’t matter, all I know is that I need a metal that looks like gold and is as strong as steel. I’ve been trying to recreate it with just steel, but the color isn’t right.”

Your eyes dart from his face and down to the crates full of raw ore. If William didn’t know, then you were surely out of luck.

William rolls his neck, hands on his hips as he takes a moment to think it over. “Well,” he begins “you think maybe it’s how you treat the steel after you're done forming it?”

“I don’t know…” is all you manage to say before he’s speaking again.

“I mean, different acids can cause some metals to change color.” He picks up a box of iron ore with a grunt, “you find anything besides ore in this place?”

“Not in this room, but I can look around the smithy and check.” You wanted to tell him that he was wrong, that the metal in your dream was not merely coated in a thin veneer of color, that gold radiated throughout the metal, but his idea had been an option you hadn’t yet explored, and there was no harm in trying.

“Well, I’ll fill the rest of the crucible and you can go look”

On the first day of discovering the temple, you had immediately been drawn to the largest furnace within the room, so you hadn’t spent much time at the other workstations in the smithy. Now that you were searching for something, anything you were hit with the realization that they had even less tools than the larger station on which you worked. Their irons smaller, their workstations made from ancient wood, and less variety of their tools. In comparison, the larger furnace had an ornate granite workstation with tools ranging from far too large for any ordinary human to feasibly work with, to smaller than you'd ever seen. There were containers of salt, of sand, and powdered carbon ash. Any material a smith could ever want was hidden somewhere on the large table, and yet there was none of the acid that William had requested.

After a few minutes, William’s voice pulls you out of your search, a worried tone as he calls your name.

“What did you put in here?” he mutters, the crate forgotten by his side as he stares at the molten metal within the crucible.

“Just the standard stuff to make steel. Iron ore and carbon.” it’s a stupid question, you’d just told him what you'd been using only minutes ago, and if it weren’t for the stupefied look on his face, you would have thought he was merely belittling you. Your eyes widen in shock as you finally follow his gaze and look at the molten steel. The metal is roiling, bubbling, and cresting over the sides of the crucible with enough force to splat onto the ground in front. You’d never seen a reaction so violent, even in your years as an apprentice. “William,” you whisper, dread raising the hairs on the back on of your neck, “What did you do?”

Tension mounts in the air as the boiling metal shows no signs of calming, spluttering against the sides of the crucible violently as time ticks by.

“I just, added more ore.” Before you can think better of it, you quickly bend down to the box at his side, combing through the raw materials for an answer. You don’t notice as William walks closer to the crucible, eyes fixated as the orange glow casts eery shadows on his skin. You don’t notice, too lost in theories. Maybe this iron ore was different, more reactive in some way, more likely to change its hue when melted down and cast. You don’t notice until William is close enough to the crucible to step on the darkened metal that had splashed and cooled onto the floor. Maybe its curiosity that moves him, maybe it’s the roar of the furnace, the heat that draws him in like a flame, but before you have a chance to speak his name, to properly stand and reach out to pull him back, a hand is shooting from the molten chaos before him and dragging him in. William’s face contorts in agony as pained screams echo around the room. It feels like hours, the way William howls until his head is pulled under the molten metal. The smell of burnt flesh causes bile to rise into your throat as the entity uses the inertia to rise higher out of the vat, liquid metal dripping in rivulets off his chest as he rises.

You have no voice again, numb to everything as you watch the scene unfold. Just like in your dream, your mouth moves but no sound comes out. The horror of it stills you, but the fear of knowing is what binds you, what dries out your tongue and turns you to stone. You’d done no research, hadn’t read a single tablet within the temple, and yet you knew this god by name. Of his fury and his cruel nature. Of triumphant soldiers wearing metal smithed in his forge. You knew of Franklin’s past, and what this new future entailed.

Moments pass, your eyes glued to him, and with little splendor, his voice booms throughout the hall “I was under the wrong impression, y/n. I thought you'd be smarter than bringing an outsider into my temple.”

The fire casts wicked shadows across his features as he stares back at you, paying no mind to the man still roiling in pain in the metal beneath him, desperately clawing at Franklin’s legs in a meaningless search for relief. It’s no use, his nails leave no mark of his fear, if anything, it only serves to further annoy the god.

“You had asked me if I demanded an offering, do you remember?”

You nod your head weakly, too overcome with shock to give more of a response.

With no hesitancy Franklin’s knee rises, before slamming back down on William’s back, further drowning him within the crucible. His body quickly sinks into it, and Franklin speaks again

“This. This is the only offering I will accept.”

Tears don’t get a chance to drop from your grimy face as the blazing heat dries your cheeks. His gaze turns away from you and you use that moment to properly breathe as you stare at the molten iron, bright flashes of flame consuming the last shreds of your friend’s clothing.

The god methodically steps from the crucible and picks up the shovel in front on the furnace. You quietly watch as drops of molten ore splatter from him and onto the floor. He quickly tosses in more coal for the flames before dropping it in favor of the bellow, stoking the fire hotter and hotter. He’s a flurry of motion as you stand motionless, knees locked tightly, and your body doesn’t register the spike in temperature as you start to shake from the cold you feel. Sweat beads down your back, only stopping once the cotton of your breeches absorbs and wicks away the moisture.

He’s uncaring of your presence, of your fear, too focused on the task at hand. Minutes tick by as the flames grow hotter and higher.

Dropping the bellow, he speaks again “You must render out the impurities to truly have materials worthy of crafting with.” He grabs the ladle, every movement showcasing the anger that his voice did little to hide. “To cut away the fat, the excess vitriol of the human form until only the soul is left.” He pours the metal into a cast set in the floor and patiently waits for it to cool to an orange color before exchanging the ladle for a set of tongs.

The god calmly walks around your stupefied figure, toward the large iron behind you. He waits for the metal to further cool before calling to you. His voice is met with only more fear from you. Your limbs feel like lead, the dread finally sliding down your spine and settling heavily in the pit of your stomach. He calls again, less patient as the metal becomes too cold for his liking.

“Come. Show me that my faith in you was not a mistake.” Your breathing returns, but you’re only spurred into movement once his heated gaze is fixed upon you. On shaky legs you make your way to him, a yelp leaving your dry throat as he grabs you by the arm. Franklin forces you in front of him, body close enough to the congealed metal to feel the heat radiating through the rough linen of your blouse. You can sense his movement behind you as he drops the tongs, the clanging loud enough to be heard over the roar of the furnace. His hand finds your waist, the other picking up a hammer far too large for your own hand and sliding it into your limp palm. You know he means for you to grasp it, his larger hand squeezing yours painfully in an effort to force the compliance into you.

“Hold it, before I give you a reason to be frightened.” His anger isn’t concealed anymore as the growl of his voice echoes in the barrel of his chest and into your back.

You do so, and quickly his hand envelopes yours and begins to swing, your body being stretched to accommodate for the height difference and shaken with each powerful downswing. The stench of charred meat still lingers heavy in your nose, combined with the sharp movements of the giant behind you, you're snapped out of your reverie with a cry.

“Now is no time to lose your passion, y/n. this is what you wanted, what you willed, is it not?” there are no signs of exertion in his voice, no waver as the hammer clangs against the solid lump of metal, the remnants of William, in front of you. Franklin’s voice is sturdy, true conviction hiding in the grunted words chooses to grace you with. You shift onto the tips of your toes to relieve the burning stretch that your body feels. The movement doesn’t go unnoticed.

Franklin stops, hammer still raised high in the air as he leans his face close to your ear. “That’s horrible form, y/n. you should know better.”

“I- I can't”

“Can't what?” his grip on your waist tightens as he waits for an answer. It feels as if he could snap you in half at a moment’s notice, and that thought is jarring enough to pull another pained cry from you.

“Your reach is too far”

The smirk is evident in his voice when he responds again

“Are you saying that my help is a hinderance to you?”

“N-no that’s not- “Franklin steps away, watching in amusement as the hammer still grasped tightly in your hand falls with a clatter to the ground, the tool overwhelmingly too heavy for you to hold yourself.

“Then show me.” He’s silent as he moves in front of the iron, eyes watching you as if studying a riddle he already knows the answer to.

“Wha-?”

“Show. Me.” He repeats. “Craft the item I revealed to you.”

Dully your mind buzzes to find the item he’s speaking of before you finally remember.

The metal has cooled by now, but before you can tend to it, your legs shakily make their way to the selection of tools lining the wall. The silence persists as you grab a smaller hammer, Franklin’s laugh at the pathetic size of the tool is audible and the lump in your throat only seems to widen.

Next, you grab the tongs before returning to the cooled metal and picking it up.

The furnace burns hotter than ever as you heat the lump inside.

“Deeper”

“Huh?”

“Place it deeper within the forge. It needs to be hotter.”

You follow his directions. Too scared of what he’d do if you defied him again. Once you deem it hot enough, you make your way back to the iron, back to Franklin’s intense gaze as he watches you work.

The sound of your blows to the metal are nothing like his, and slowly the rhythmic movement becomes comforting. If it weren’t for his domineering presence you might’ve likely forgotten that there was another entity in the forge with you.

You stop to grab multiple different tools, shaping and bending the metal to your whims, the pressure of performing well driving your movements to be more precise than usual.

The chain you produce is the best you’ve ever created. It glimmers under the light of the fire with a golden glow that pure iron should not have. You can't lie, but the clap that resounds throughout the chamber forces you back into the present, into the mess you’ve made yourself as the god commends you on your effort.

The heat that radiates from him rivals that of the forge as his body presses against your back once again. Your arms are limp at your sides, still clutching your tools as the hot puff of his breath ghosts the back of your neck. Slowly, his hands trace the sides of your neck, ghosting down before giving your shoulders a squeeze. Your eyes close at the sensation, muscles jumping at the unnatural warmth of his touch. The meat under his palms aches as the rough skin of his hands digs into you. Slowly, Franklin leans down until his chin is resting on your shoulder, his hands finally moving to pick up the chain in front of you. Your sigh of relief is audible, and you feel the curve of his lips as his smile presses against your cheek.

“Well,” he whispers, fingers ghosting over the links of the chain, “the craftsmanship is good, but you’ve paid no attention to detail.” He tuts, the sound a little too close for comfort. “Where is the design that I revealed to you? This is just a chain.” Franklin huffs, and you can’t help but notice the feel of it against your skin. Moist with the lingering scent of smoke, as if he himself is made of the elements hidden away in the storeroom.

He rises back to his normal height and takes a step back, your chain in hand as he speaks to you. “This is the real test. Do you believe your craftsmanship to be resilient enough to withstand the strength of a god?” There’s a wretched smirk on his face as you shake your head ‘no’. As fear once again slides into the pit of your stomach and makes its home there. You recognize the hidden challenge behind his words. The promise of punishment if your chain does not hold up to his immense strength. Franklin wraps the bulky chain around his knuckles before giving a firm tug, the slack of the chain audibly cracking through the air as its pulled taut. He holds for what feels like an eternity, but the chain doesn’t warp.

With a tut of his lips, he lets go, allowing the chain to fall back onto the surface of the iron.

His free hand moves to cup the bottom of your chin, directing your gaze up to meet his own “You must have more faith in your work.”

You do nothing but stare back at his scarred face, finally shaking the haze of fear to properly look at him. He’s handsome, with a wide jaw and dark hair. Thin scars web across his features, metal hoops stretch his ears and adorn the length of them. The golden hue almost mistakable for gold itself. Before you can process much more of him, he speaks again “It’s your turn to watch, little one.” He lets go of you, a smirk on his face as you slowly move away from the iron, away from him.

He works much quicker than any smith you’ve ever met, albeit he’s the only smith you’ve met who can touch molten steel. His hands effortlessly pull and pinch at the orange glob until something forms. Then, with your own hammer, he strikes his creation gently, as if coaxing it into the shape it was meant to be all along. When he finally motions you forward again, the sight in front of you is almost unbelievable. The metal is more intricate than you remember from the dream, elegant vines loop through the chain you’ve created and form two circlets of metal. It shines in the low light, almost unnaturally so, and you can't seem to take your eyes off it.

“It’s- “you don’t get to finish as Franklin grabs at you, a squeal leaving your parted lips as your bent forward, face pressed against the warm iron as he uses one hand to force both of your arms behind your back. Your legs kick uselessly as he deftly takes the length of chain in hand and tightens the circlets around your wrists. Your cries fall on deaf ears as he easily picks you up again and drops you onto the floor near his workbench, quickly wrapping the chain around a leg of the marble table before giving it one last tug. Its over so quickly, and yet you can't help it as tears streak across the dirty skin of your face. Franklin offers you no pity, only sparing a quick glance in your direction before busying himself again.

With a hand rubbed through his hair, he walks over to the wall of tools, eyes roaming until he finds exactly what he’s looking for.

Quickly, he picks it up. “Do you know what this is?” he asks quietly, dark eyes drifting over to you. You nod dumbly, too scared of the object in his hand to do anything other than deny it. “don’t pretend. I know you’ve seen it.”

You nod, eyes focused on the brand as he inspects it further. His fingers ghost over the tips of each spindly leg, smoothing over the number in the middle, before flexing around the shaft of the handle.

It looks as though it was crafted from pure gold, but you know better. The metal was too sturdy to be gold. Your hunch is only proved correct once franklin holds it over the fire, the metal of it heating until its almost white from the flame. If it were gold, it would have melted in the extreme temperature.

Franklin’s mouth pulls down into a frown as he removes it from the heat, eyes coming to analyze the brand one last time.

“I’m not going to lie and say that this will be painless, but if you stay still, I’ll do it quickly.” It takes a moment before the cogs in your brain truly grasp what he means, but he’s already crossed the room in that time.

“No.” it’s a quiet plead, but he hears you all the same “No, no please don’t!” a shriek travels up your chest as he only comes closer.

“Quiet” franklin whispers. One of his large hands comes to brush hair away from your face, a noise of discontent leaving him as you harshly jerk away from his touch.

“You don’t know, so I will enlighten you. This is a gift I only bestow upon a high Priestess.” He coos, thumb ghosting over your cheek before reluctantly pulling away.

You close your eyes to avoid watching, but as the metal touches your skin you can't help but to open them again. Pain overwhelms your senses, it travels from your arm to your neck, all the way down your spine and into your toes. You can't breathe, can't think as your hoarse voice echoes around the empty temple.

You lose consciousness for only seconds before Franklin has a rough hand around your jaw, his huge body bent so his face is nearly inches from yours.

“You should take pride in your work. You’ve been chosen for a reason.”

His mouth covers your own, swallowing the shallow pants your lungs produce before your vision darkens, body going limp as he finally lets you succumb to the pain. Willingly, you give in to the darkness that creeps around the edges of your vision as the fire inside of you dies.

[pillow-anime-talk]

their choice. {pt.2}

synopsis: Do they feel better in a friendly relation or in a relationship? Which is more suited to the two of you?

# tags: headcanons; friendships & current relationships; mild romance; fluff; light yandere behavior (for shalnark); sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. shalnark, franklin bordeau, shizuku murasaki, pakunoda, bonolenov ndongo, uvogin & kortopi {hxh}

part one {click}

— SHALNARK

↘ PARTNERSHIP; I definitely see him as a possessive yet cute boy who loves to tease you and show others that you are in a relationship together. Shalnark has a weak point in your person and no matter how strong/smart you are, he still wants to protect you and care for you. Sometimes he’s pushy, but you can’t say ‘No’ to him. After all, he has his own ways of getting you to endorse his ideas.

↘ I don’t see any other variant. I think Shalnark will be satisfied only with a more or less toxic partnership with you.

— FRANKLIN

↘ FRIENDSHIP; he’s so soft and calm, so he definitely expects a sincere and long-term friendship with the other person. There will definitely be time for a relationship, but by focusing on the present moment, Franklin is the perfect choice when it comes to a friend and you have a great time talking about various things and doing common missions (as long as you’re part of the Phantom Troupe, obviously). I also see him as a man who enjoys to take you on a piggyback and you personally consider that as your daily greeting. He also acts like your big brother a lot, so don’t be surprised when he gives you a nice compliment, a bottle of cool water, a pat on the head, or a packet of cookies.

↘ Partnership is an additional variant, but as I mentioned above, you must definitely wait for it.

— SHIZUKU

↘ FRIENDSHIP WITH BENEFITS; I think the relation with Shizuku is very similar to the relation with Machi. She’s your best friend, by far the closest person in the group and at the same time a woman to whom you entrust your everything. I see her as a girl who showed you a lot of new things like fighting techniques, kinds of kisses, and expensive alcohol that she stole from one of the shops to celebrate a mission well done or your new job (if you’re not a Spider). You really trust each other very much and if any of you have a problem you will be happy to help each other.

↘ The additional variant is a normal relationship, but I think that sooner or later it would turn into a friendship with benefits once again because Shizuku may have trouble with talking about her feelings towards you.

— PAKUNODA

↘ PARTNERSHIP; I definitely see her as the dominant in the relationship! After all, she’s a very warm and peaceful woman, so she will always help you and reward you with a gift or a long kiss on the forehead. She’s also tall, so expect a few longer hugs, during which you will hear her heart beating. Hmm, I don’t know why, but I also think Pakunoda is a woman full of stereotypical views of the world and she definitely loves all these romantic things like taking bubble baths together, dinner in expensive restaurants and weekend trips to hot springs. It’s also a fact that she will propose to you, so good luck!

↘ Another variant is a normal friendship full of secrets and small jokes.

— BONOLENOV

↘ FRIENDSHIP; I think Bono would have a future with someone from his tribe, therefore friendship between you two is more likely than any affection. He’s a honest and respectful gentleman towards you, so expect many questions from him about how you feel, about whether you are hungry or if you need his help. He is a very nice guy and he definitely enjoys to spend time alone with you, telling you about his loved ones, about his childhood adventures and about himself.

↘ I don’t see any other variant, unless you are from the Gyudondond Tribe. Then he could definitely be your life partner.

— UVOGIN

↘ PARTNERSHIP; very gallant towards you, and at the same time not afraid of challenging you to a short duel, even if you are in a relationship. He loves training with you and if you are as strong as he is, expect a lot of ‘dates’ like this. He definitely likes going on missions with you, and if the opportunity arises, know that Nobunaga will definitely join the two of you. I also think that you are the only one of the Spiders who can calm his barbaric tendencies.

↘ The second option is definitely a friendship. Preferably one between him, Nobunaga and you! Then I see your trio as ‘two idiots and a voice of reason’.

— KORTOPI

↘ FRIENDSHIP; sincerely? Only a friendly relation suits Kortopi. He’s a quiet and unproblematic man who doesn’t like to get into discussions, but with you, after a few weeks, he will definitely feel much more comfortable and stable. Comfortable enough to talk in private about things that aren’t related to work. Plus, if you tell a good joke or show him your cute side, I think you could put even a faint smile on his face! The fair-haired male is also very loyal/protective, so don’t be surprised when he will offer you help in completing a task or a nap on his own shoulder.

↘ As I wrote above, I cannot see any other variants with Kortopi.

[asexual-abomination]

Platonic Yandere Phantom Troupe X Autistic!Reader - Soulmate AU (Chrollo's chapter)

Heyo! This is is my first work in a long while, and it might not stay up for long! With weeks of struggling to complete one request, the motivation and inspiration to write this different piece very suddenly struck at quarter past midnight as I recovered from a bad reaction to my first COVID jab! I'm probably going to wake up, re-read this, and cringe horribly lol.

As always, I don't have any academic education in writing, so any advice is always appreciated!

Hope you enjoy reading!

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The car was cold and felt almost alien, as you sat in the passenger's seat. Chrollo hadn't spoken in several minutes, and you hadn't anywhere near the heart needed to point out that he was driving in circles.

"Is there anything you want? It seems that Shalnark is taking a while to send me the location of our new hotel, so perhaps you'd like some food?" Chrollo looked towards you with an almost sincere smile, awaiting your answer.

Well, you were hungry. You had been offered food several times throughout the day, in several packed canteens with rushed food from upset-seeming chefs. However, even though you logically knew that being a picky eater at a time like this was a bad decision, the idea of eating anything other than the safe, simple foods you kept at home made your stomach twist and turn.

And now, you were left at an impasse. Turn down the opportunity for food, and continue to become painfully hungry, or take your terrifying soulmate up on his offer, and risk upsetting him by being to picky. Even Marnie, the kind woman who had helped you throughout the day, had given you an upset look when you turned down the food offered, you could only try to imagine the reaction of a man who was crazy enough to chase you across multiple countries.

Doing what you could to be careful with your wording, you finally spoke, "What would we be getting?"

"Well, whatever you would like! There's some top of the line restaurants just a few blocks down, or we could stop by some fast food restaurants? Your wish is my command!" All spoken with a soft smile, as if he didn't recognize the irony in those last words. If you could truly wish, you would still be safe at home, surrounded by friends old and new.

"I guess... some fast food wouldn't be that bad." At least in that case, you would know exactly what you were getting, even at this time of night.

He set off quickly, clearly not wanting you to go back on your decision before you both had chance to eat. Once you were near a line of cheap chain restaurants, illuminating the street beside it, Chrollo quickly got out of the car, stepping around to open your door before you even had the chance.

As you stepped towards the store of your choice, Chrollo near immediately put his arm around your shoulders, as if he feared you would disappear again the second you were out of his sight or reach. He held you close to his side the entire time, as you both ordered, and as you waited.

It was still an awkward feeling, him holding you, but at least you had chance to get used to it after this much time.

By the time you received your food, he had checked his phone several times, and at one point squeezed you just slightly more into his side and quickly told you that he now had the location of the new hotel. You supposed that was meant to be comforting, yet you couldn't help but feel shaken to the core by the implication that there would be no more chances for escape. Not that you knew how to take them anyway.

Slipping back into the car, the chill of the air conditioning was at least combated by the heat of the food, and you quickly dug in as Chrollo started the car. After taking several bites, you realized that you were much more hungry than you had originally believed, and began to shovel down the food as fast as you could.

By the time you had finished eating, you were pulling in to park outside of the hotel you were meant to stay in. For a moment, as you stepped out of the car, you wondered if the way you had eaten was rude, as Chrollo sat with an untouched bag of food at his side. Then again, you wondered why you should care so much for the feelings of kidnappers, even if said kidnapper was your very own soulmate.

Outside of the hotel doors stood a small gathering of people. Two of them you recognised, the pink-haired woman, Machi, and the gruff blond, Phinks, from your short time in Chrollo's body. The two others, you didn't recognize, both giant, hulking men, one of them had many piercings, while the other had a mane of wild silver hair.

Chrollo stepped out of the car, his food in hand, once again stepping around to open the door for you. The people gathered near the door of the hotel perked up at the sight of him, and then again glanced over as the door to your side was opened.

You stepped out quickly, not wanting to drag out the affair of being stared at for too long. Still, these strangers might as well have whooped and cheered for your arrival, with the looks of joy that overcame their faces, even as fast as they covered it up.

"(Y/N), you've already met Phinks and Machi, correct? I should also introduce you to Franklin," Chrollo waved towards the giant with piercings, "And Uvogin" he waved again towards the giant with the mane. In response to his name being called, Uvogin stepped forward, calling to you himself.

"So you're (Y/N), huh? You're even cuter close up!" The man's voice matched his stature, overwhelming your tired senses and making you flinch backwards, clutching at your tangle for even the slightest hint of comfort.

"Now, now, Uvogin, (Y/N) may be cute, but they need rest now! I was told our rooms were already booked?" It both amazed and shocked you that any of them could take this situation so lightly, but given the small amount of stories that your old friend had told you about these people showed you that abduction of a soulmate was likely one of their lesser crimes.

"Here, these are the key cards to your rooms. Get them some rest as soon as possible, boss." As Machi handed the cards to Chrollo, you almost felt relief, if not for the prospect of the end of your freedom, but at least for a clean bed.

At simply a wave of Chrollo's hand, everyone that had been gathered stepped aside, and with his arm once again around you, the two of you quickly stepped inside, heading straight for the elevator.

"You'll be happy with us, I swear." It was all you could do to hum slightly in response, all mechanisms for formulating a response completely overloaded in your brain, standing beside him in the elevator as you were, no-one would have assumed how much adrenaline was pumping through your body in this moment.

As you finally arrived at your separate rooms, he walked you to the door further down the corridor to be your room, ensuring that if you were to try and leave the hotel, you would need to pass by his room first. In all honesty, it felt like overkill, but there was little you could do to complain at this point.

Chrollo was seemingly so cautious, that he felt the need to follow you right into the room, even as you finally took the initiative to step forward and away from him, he pulled you back one more time.

Finally releasing his hold, he sighed and stepped back, only feeling the need to speak once more, "Please, (Y/N), stay here. I'll make sure to get you up in the morning, and then we need to move again. I'm going to keep you safe... no matter what."

After he finally stepped away, and you were given a chance to fall into the bed provided, you at least had a moment to appreciate the softness of the bedsheets.

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Thanks for reading!

[justyanderes]

Tengu!Franklin x Hunter!Reader

Notes: this is definitely a darker fic with dubcon, drugging and yandere themes 18+ only// 3.5k words inspired by Kamisama kiss 😔 cus I have no shame lol

{reader is GN}

It was often said being born to sense nen was a blessing, a prominent sign of good luck. But far as you knew, none of that supposed luck ever found its way to you. If your family wasn't consumed by generations of debt, you would have likely had enough money to attend lessons. With that sort of training you would have no doubt made something of yourself. Instead of trying and failing to make ends meet.

Practically starving and treated like a diseased rat. Your gift could have been so much more than just seeing and hunting. Perhaps in another life that's your fate.

Dreaming of such a life was your only solace from your near constant suffering. Tragically, dreaming would have to wait until today until you finished your current job. In such desperate need of jenny, you couldn't turn down any offers you received with winter approaching.

Those who lived in your village usually tried to avoid having you work for them. It was an odd request. One you honestly hadn't seen coming,

In fact this would be your first visit to the temple, those who could not pay were left to face the gods wrath.

You arrived just a few hours ago and were greeted quite oddly. One would think that a last resort should have been welcomed in open arms. But that isn't what happens to you at all.

A few of the staff- all of which are humans lead you to a securely protected yet dimly lit room. If you didn't know any better you would have assumed you were dealing with occultists. Although the thought is not exactly too far-fetched. Dressed in fine silk, you could more easily see the shrine maiden as a royal concubine. The marking on her forehead as well is a mark of good luck- you know it must be. However, you can't help that it looks more akin to blood than whatever cosmetic was used.

Even if they are a bit colder than you were originally expecting. You pay the offputting behavior no mind. The shrine maiden has always acted in such a way. A job is a job and you have no need for a feast in your name or offerings that are cheap in comparison to the monsters you'll face.

They then lead you to the edge of the forest. The farther you stray from the shrine the more dull the place becomes. You realize a few minutes later you have yet to see or sense one of those beings in your presence.

"Where are your familiars of the shrine?".

You finally ask your guide. Unaware of the reaction you are going to stir up within her. Her lips quickly are drawn in a sharp thin line. And she tightly clenches her hands (as if fighting against the urge to strike). But what you see the most is that her eyes have seen hell. An anger that only the wronged can feel so vividly.

Oh, you realize stupidly. The last bit of the puzzle finally put into place. You try keeping your mouth shut from that point forward.

Having to deal with the lower level demons often has made you forget what it's like for most who live in holy places like this.

Underneath the title of familiar there is still a demon after all. This does not erase the fact that their sins and misdeeds were still committed. Nor did it mean that all who belonged to a shrine stopped their schemes. You can think of many worse fates they can commit that have nothing to do with death.

That's the only reason you can come to be thankful for having never been able to reach your full potential with nen. Freedom never could come in such a gilded cage as this.

Before you can leave the company of the underling, they insist that you leave this place before the end of the week. Before the shrines familiars return that is. The suggestion nearly makes you scoff. You didn't need to be warned of the danger that was a foot in this place.

The whole forest feels dead, like the rush of the river could easily carry it all away.

If the shrine maiden ever stepped foot outside then perhaps it would have been better cared for- not on the verge of death like her supposed god.

You push those thoughts away.

It's not wise to speak any disrespect of the protectors of a shrine. Even if the god they serve is a useless one trapped in an eternal slumber. You'd likely get your tongue cut off if any had found out. And you are more than a little superstitious and make it a point to think nothing more of that topic.

You set up a fire, both to keep yourself warm and not be at the complete mercy of the fox in the dark. And after you are done placing a good amount of traps and talisman, you wait.

Apples you stole on the way here will be your dinner for the evening if you make it that far without dying- The red fox was one of the nastier spirits scurrying from place to place. You have been hearing tales of it since the last harvest.

But as it is your job you have no choice but to face it with a hunter's determination.

The hours slowly pass by, it becomes more obvious that there is no fox here. The moon is high in the sky and if it were here surely it would have tried ‘playing’ with you by now.

All the better for you that it's long gone now. You've faced countless naga, oni and other yokai. So by no means we're you an amateur. Kitsunes still never were an easy creature to track, their transformations making it near impossible.

No

One of your talisman must have caught something, the chimes ringing a sweet melody that none would suspect could take hold of even the most feral demons.

What you find for better or worse caught within your trap is not a kitsune. Instead it's just a tengu, a terribly wounded one at that. You'll have to help it out soon before it begins to cry and alert the other monsters in the forest to you. You're honestly surprised it managed to keep quiet this long without crying out.

You falter for a moment upon taking a closer look at the demon before you. Because even if it is only a mountain tengu it's the largest one you've ever seen.

You know to expect wild eyes in situations like this but there is absolutely no distress in its eyes.

You've heard that the calm ones are what you must look out for. It worries you. But perhaps you were losing your touch as a hunter if a simple tengu was striking this much worry.

"Stay still".

You command the creature, which is still practically vibrating in stillness. Likely angry at you for placing the trap there in the first place.

You can't blame the tengu. For such a peaceful creature was easily startled. If a human did that to you would likely try biting them, the thought does little to help you calm down.

Especially after you look down and note that their talons could make your flesh into mere ribbons.

It's feathers are raised, if you don't hurry up it will be attempting to gain its freedom from the trap in a less peaceful manner.

But you are willing to correct your mistakes at any cost. Doing so makes the wires of the trap dig into your skin just as deeply.

You try to be quick about it, never pulling or allowing the wires to come into contact with the tengu’s precious feathers again.

A handful of them beneath your feet on the forest floor. All of them a dull gray that have lost their luster.Thankfully it seems the lost feathers were already loose from molting and not due to your trap.

You are nearly done undoing the wires, when you

The new feathers you can't help but to gently run the tips of your fingers over are all a deep plum shade. Dark enough to hide the blood soaking them. You think they are one of the most beautiful things you have seen in a very long time.

You are left alone the moment the tengu is free of the wire. But you have a feeling it will be coming back your way sooner than later. And when it comes to your hunches you are rarely ever wrong.

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Beyond midnight you begin wondering if the said fox was ever really trying to attack the shrine in the first place.The damage dealt to the forest was nothing that a kitsune was capable of, powerful or not. No this forest has been marked by many gods- and to cause harm like this could only be done by another godly being.

Regardless of the matter, too much remained unexplained. You'll leave this place come morning

As you had assumed the tengu has returned to you in a more stable form. This time he has taken the form of a man, a very large one to match his true form. Simple robes cover him and

"I didn't think you would come back so soon".

You say, sharpening one of your knives.

He doesn't make a point to answer you right away. Just continuing to stare at you as if engrossed by the task you are doing.

Which you can't find off in the slightest, given the fact tengu's normally act this way.

Most usually kept to themselves worshiping their own gods far away from humans. Especially women who they viewed as the downfall of man. Evidently the tengu in front of you shares a difference in opinion towards at least one of those thoughts.

He eventually sits down beside the fire directly across from you. The flames making the stitches and jewelry he wears shine a bit against the shadows.

You belatedly come to the conclusion that unless you want this awkward air to continue on you should apologize for your trap.

"I'm sorry about the trap, a fox is about and I wasn't willing to take any chances".

You gain no response. Which doesn't really surprise you.

The fact he hasn't said or tried to do anything shows he isn't interested in anything besides your fire.

But wishing for the silence to be filled you start trying to make idle conversation.

"Will you be flying back soon?".

The moon is high, and surely they have to return back to their mountain less they wish to face exile.

Tengu's rarely had a chance to explore the world beyond their mountains. You wonder if the one before you prefers to travel or is a homebody.

"No, not tonight".

He says after a moment, and it's then you come to realize his voice is the softest thing about him.

You suppose the weather is far too cold for flying tonight anyway. The injuries made on his wings probably don't help with his travels either. Guilt doesn't keep hunters alive very long in this world but it still comes to you quicker than you should.

Medicine is expensive, what little you have is meant only for the most dire of situations.

But you've also heard crows can hold lifelong grudges. Though you are quite aware that the tengu in front of you does not resemble an average crow.

So you toss what you have his way, to which he surprisingly declines. But with the stitches and piercings you suppose that he must have a good tolerance for pain.

"Have you been hunting this kitsune for a while now?". He asks, as if finally thinking of a question to ask you. You fight the urge to smile just yet.

"No, the shrine hired me today to take care of it".

He doesn't look surprised at all when you mention that.

"That's odd". He admits, likely already aware of what you had thought of. He turns his back for only a moment and the homebrewed sake in his hand appears from nowhere. Such a sneaky tengu that has found you. Laughing before taking the drink offered to you. A blend that reminds you of spring, surprisingly. It loosens your spirits in a way you have not felt in a terribly long time.

"Given what I have heard, their familiars all ran off for a short while. Likely to that festival several districts over".

It makes him grow a bit agitated to hear that, you think. Which makes sense. When familiars left their temples it didn't just cause humans trouble. If he were left to the mercy of that kitsune alone you would hate to think of what would become of your newfound drinking partner.

"So they tried hiring you, out of fear most likely. Just to have you sent away moments before their familiars return like a lord's mistress?".

When he puts it like that you have no chance of denying it.

"Exactly like a hidden mistress".

You say, laughing and accepting the next shot of sake.

"I think it's likely because I was not taught properly".

You tell him not willing to say anything more on the topic. Thankfully he doesn't pry.

You begin to really look at your companion, the alcohol lowering a bit of your previous inhibitions.

The necklace he wears is a blood red jewel directly in the center of it. Surrounded by other sorts of rocks and quartz you do not recognize.

"Are you a priest?".

You question noting the marks upon his hands, no doubt caused by lightning.

If he told you, yes you may have likely seen through this entire facade. Priests would never dare adorn such jewelry, or modify their own bodies in such a way.

"Once".

He tells you instead, before his gaze is directly entirely to you.

"Is there a name I may call you by?". He asks.

There's power that came with knowing names, you didn't think anything more of it. Besides, the fact it was a clear sign of good trust. You give him your own as well.

You think there's something you were going to get, maybe a blanket because of the chill that comes from the northern wind.

Unfortunately, you are more drunk than you had thought. Stumbling a bit in and not really sure how to take your next step without falling to the earth.

Franklin, whose eyes have not left you in a very long time, notices this of course .

“You are going to fall over if you don't sit down".

He tells you, guiding you to his side with steady hands.

Tengu, you think, must be soft lovers given their fragile constitutions. Despite the size of your soon to be lover you doubt he has enough bite to hurt even a spider.

It'll be fun to throw your worries elsewhere for a short while.

Things become heated after that. One of you leans in close to the other, you aren't really sure who does so first.

Your thoughts soon are a mess. As you are too engulfed by the pleasure and heat to think of anything else. And you continue to cry out his name, again and again.

It ends with Franklin resting his face in the crook of your neck. Exactly like a besotted lover would. You melt at the mere thought alone.

You've fallen into the daydream a thousand times, but never quite like this. It is so easy to imagine, a shrine that the sun shines upon every day.

If you were trained all it would take was a kiss to make this demon a familiar of your own. Whether he was willing to comply or not. If you were lucky enough you think that just maybe he would accept his place by your side.

In a few hours dawn will come and the two of you will be forced to follow separate paths. You try to enjoy what little time you have left. Not knowing when you will find yourself in a situation such as this again. But it's hard to do that with your dry throat.

As if sensing your exact thoughts Franklin comes back with water and peaches of all things. He brings the fruit to your lips, making sure you eat everything he offers you.

The shared silence that follows is comfortable and you say nothing more. Unwilling to ruin this rare and nearly perfect moment.

You're almost on the verge of falling asleep when the quiet giant speaks again.

"I think it's best if you return with me to the mountains".

Seeing how you've done the most of the talking tonight- it's surprising to hear him be so direct is a bit odd.

The offer is so sweet, alas it's still one you know you could never accept. The thought erases any tiredness you previously felt.

You have grown too comfortable with this man- no this demon and while it wasn't your first time. It was the first time you've felt so

“You would never get away with bringing a human to the temple”. You reason, knowing likely you would both die if he really did bring you back to the mountain temple. His own gods would likely strike down thunder as well if they knew he had lain with a hunter.

And that's if the other tengu didn't manage to end you first.

"I'll have to go soon". You murmur, trying to pull away. Ready to leave quickly as if that factor will make this any easier.

His grip on you does not lessen in the slightest. But his eyes are cold now.

“Franklin…”

You begin losing all hope that he is going to let you go quite that easily.

First you hit him, striking his face and neck- normal man or demons weak points of it were anyone else.

Only his necklace breaks in your attempt. All the jewels and beads flying everywhere. Unsure what else to do with your strikes having no effect on him , you look at his face.

Only to be met with pure cursed energy.

The stitches across his face now make terribly perfect sense. Just like the forest decay, it's just under the surface. Without the necklace his aura is now unmistakable.

"If you had been trained you would have been able to sense my intent from the start. Even with my talisman".

He tells you, his hands around your neck holding you down as if you are nothing more than a weak cattle.

"I had no intention of letting you live,when I first found you”.

It's only when he says that do you finally feel pure fear for your life.

He speaks in the exact same tone as he had all night. It makes you feel dirty now- having lain with him not even an hour ago.

"And what made you decide to not do that?".

You ask fear creeping into your voice despite your best intentions.Your knives are only a few feet away- even if you did have them you'd still likely die. How could you not have seen all the signs? The obvious intent he held since the moment you released him from the trap.

"There is no one left in the mountains". He begins to explain holding you closely this time you find no comfort from the sign of affection.

The picture he paints is a bloody vivid one, you almost can hear the screams as one of their own flock annihilates them.

“I don't understand”. You cry, still clinging to denial.

He gives you a considerate once over look, one that you wish more than anything would disappear.

"When you are a proper thing then we will be wed".

He says it like it's a good thing, like he's going to make you the luckiest person in the entire world. You can't really breathe after that, nearly hyperventilating until you are able to gain control of your thoughts again.

He speaks of other things too. None of which you are able to pay attention to.

Your thoughts only of how you can bide your time, an opening would present itself soon. Unaware of what is going to happen to you a mere moment later.

While a nen user could bind a demon with a kiss, all a demon needs to do to lay a claim of their own is bite. And despite not having fangs his bite still burns right through you. For a moment your vision is completely black and in a moment of complete weakness you grab a hold of Franklin's wings for support. This time he doesn't smack your hand away. Your cries are the only source of sound besides the nearly dead embers at the fire. Franklin holds you close to himself, as if he's trying to protect you.

His feathers are soft to the touch still. Even if it is your blood that is covering them this time. You aren't sure how long you stay like that. Weeping as he holds on to you unwilling to let you go.

But by now he knows drugs in your system are finally taking their toll, you can barely move your fingertips now.

Feeling you still trying to move, Franklin pats your head as if trying to help you fall into an easy slumber. Despite your best efforts you eventually succumb to just that. Dawn comes quickly after.

[babydaddyleorio]

Phantom Troupe xmas headcanons

some wholesome hcs for the troupe

-Each year on Christmas Day, the phantom troupe will always come back to the forgotten place known as meteor city. It’s become a tradition now, and every citizen looks forward to their arrival because the troupe always manages to bring light to their usual darkness.

-Chrollo planned the whole thing of course, standing on top of a building and shouting at the top of his lungs to get the attention of the quiet citizens. They eventually end up cautiously stepping out their homes, staring at Chrollo and the rest of the troupe in amazement at what they had done.

-The troupe had set up a gigantic tree that was at least 20 feet tall in the heart of the city, and thrown Christmas decorations on all the run down buildings filling the town’s square. Chrollo feels as if he’s robin hood with the way everyone excitedly thanks him, but he simply remains humble and urges them to participate in all that he’s set up for them.

-Uvogin is dressed as Santa Claus, and he’s complaining constantly about how itchy his fake beard is and how tight his red suit clings to his body. Still, he happily takes pictures with the kids that run to him and hands out gifts to them with a huge smile on his face. Uvogin is the perfect Santa, shouting Merry Christmas as loud as he can with his deep ho, ho, ho following after.

-Feitan and Kortupi are both walking around in elf costumes, trailing not too far behind Uvogin. Kortupi is perfectly content with his role in this all, eagerly pushing the fake reindeer in front of him for the kids to ride on - but of course, Feitan wasn’t exactly the most enthused when he found out he was going to  be Santa’s little helper. Though, when he sees the hopeful smiles of children directed towards him all though out the night, Feitan’s grumpy expression manages to soften just a tiny bit.

-Machi is stitching together toy bears and clean clothes to hand out to the families that need it. She remembers when she wished she had something warm to wear and a toy to play with when she was younger, so she makes sure that everyone gets to have that experience on this special day.

-Franklin is standing in his own little booth, baking cookies with his apron on and making hot cocoa with determination glazing his eyes. Bonolenov is standing right beside him, gently handing out the finished food to the long line of people waiting free of charge.

-Phinks is in charge of conducting the snowball fights, which maybe wasn’t the best decision on his end. Phinks is competitive so he likely overdid it with throwing snowballs at the kids, knocking them off their toes and brutally winning every match. Of course, It didn’t take the kids long before they eventually got fed up and assembled together to get revenge on the brute, and before Phinks could even blink, he was already soaring backwards with a surprised yelp as he was suddenly attacked by an army of small children.

-Nobunaga is focused on creating the perfect snowman. He thinks of the entire process as a work of art, sculpting perfect circles for the body while slicing off excess snow with his katana, and making it his mission to find only the best top hat for his snowman. Everyone around looks at him like he’s crazy, but he knows his is the best one and will win the contest no questions asked.

-Shizuku is in her own little world, happily making snow angels as her body sinks deep into the ground. Her nose is red and sniffly, and her body is definitely beyond freezing too, but she’s still giggling loudly and having the time of her life by herself.

-Don’t ask how, but Shalnark got this gigantic train that goes around the entire town and the Christmas tree. He’s controlling it and is proudly referring to himself as the conductor as he blows the horn and yells ‘all aboard!’ to everyone stepping on. Everyone cheers and claps as Shalnark sings a random song while waving his hands in the air and tipping his hat to the people watching.

-Pakunoda is making gingerbread houses, and It seems she might be having even more fun than the kids. She’s laughing to herself with crinkled eyes and gently helping the little ones if they make a mistake. Everyone feels warm just being beside her.

-And lastly, the man of the hour. Chrollo is sitting in a cozy room with the fireplace going and Christmas hymns softly playing in the air. People have gathered around, filling every inch of the room as he reads festive stories from the book in his hands. The citizens truly appreciate him more than he could imagine, and although Chrollo leads an infamous band of criminals every other day of the year, he makes sure to reserve Christmas for the ones who need a little hope in their lives.

[feifood]

+— « franklin bordeau

+ = headcanons // – = longer works

+ S/o who Enjoys Head Pats

[uvobreakmylegs]

Set Up

Uvogin x reader x Franklin

Warnings: fem!reader, stalking, mentions of death, plans of future kidnapping, brief violence, implied death

Word count: 4.9k

“This is an odd problem to have.”

“Is it?”

“You don't think so?” Franklin asked, looking over to his fellow spider.

“I mean, I guess it is,” said Uvogin, “but I feel like I've come across weirder shit than two people finding out that they've been stalking the same person.”

Then his eyebrows furrowed, and after a moment he continued with “although saying that out loud does make it sound pretty weird. Even for us.”

“Mm.”

The two men looked back over to the building you were in next to them, watching you through the window of a public library as you sat at a table and took notes on something. You didn't notice them, too engrossed in what you were doing. You tended to lose yourself in projects like that, something both had noticed about you when they had separately followed you to the library during other times.

Your habits were known to both of them, as they had both been following you for weeks now.

You, a civilian with no knowledge of nen and no real skills that set you apart from any other average person. Yet you were the one who had managed to make two members of the Phantom Troupe fall for you.

Yet you weren't even aware of that fact.

And up until now, neither of the men had been aware of the other's interest in you.

The two were seated on a bench that stood next to a parking lot. They had made an effort to pick a spot where they could see you but you likely wouldn't notice them, just in case this was the one time that the unexpected happened and you managed to catch sight of the two of them watching you. It wouldn't have been good for either of them if you caught them watching you and realized what was going on. It also gave them a semblance of privacy as they talked through the apparent issue.

“So,” Uvogin began as he leaned back, “what made you interested in her?”

“Ran into her a few times before I became invested,” Franklin answered, “we've spoken some. She's sweet, if a bit naive.”

“Yeah? How'd you meet?”

“My wallet fell out of my pocket. I didn't notice, but she did. She brought it back to me.”

“Pf. A Class A bounty who can wipe out a hundred people in a matter of seconds but doesn't realize when he's lost his wallet,” Uvo said, laughing a little.

“And how many times have you needed Shalnark to replace your phone?” Franklin asked, an eyebrow raised.

“I've broken them more often than I've lost them,” Uvo answered, then conceded as he said “but I see your point.”

Silence returned as they focused their attention back on you.

After another beat of silence, Franklin asked “how did you meet her?”

“She asked if she could walk with me because she'd been abandoned and was worried about getting eaten by magical beasts.”

There was a long pause before Franklin looked back over to Uvogin with an incredulous expression on his face.

“You're gonna need to give me a more detailed explanation than that,” Franklin told him.

Uvogin laughed again.

“There's an area around here that's heavily forested and has a problem with these magical beasts that like to eat people,” he explained, “some jackass that she'd been riding with kicked her out of his car and left her there. She didn't have her phone, so when she saw me she asked that I let her walk with me so she'd be safe.”

Irritation grew within Franklin as he became angry on your behalf. While he had no clue what had caused the man Uvo spoke of to kick you out, it was dangerous for you to have been left stranded in an area where violent death was likely.

“Who was the guy?” he asked.

“Dunno. I didn't actually see him; just the car,” said Uvogin, “but I doubt she'd hang out with him after having that stunt pulled on her, so she's probably cut him off.”

“Good.”

Better for you to not have someone like that in your life.

Better for the guy, too, so that he didn't cross either the paths of Franklin or Uvo.

The meetings between you and the two men had been somewhat similar. You had been the one to approach them; in one instance for a favor, and in the other just to do the right thing for a stranger.

Neither had felt too strongly about you at the start of the interaction. For Uvo, you were clearly weak and uninteresting, and when you begged him to allow you to follow behind him back to the rest of civilization due to the guy who had driven off without you, he gruffly told you that you could follow if you kept up with him, and if you didn't you'd be on your own.

You agreed to his terms, likely because you didn't have any other choice.

And despite what he'd anticipated, you managed to keep up with him. Given how much bigger he was, his stride was much larger than yours which made it difficult for you, and more often than not you were jogging or even running just to make sure you didn't lose sight of him.

Near the end of it Uvo was a bit more invested and went against what he'd initially said as he actually waited for you a few times when you'd lagged behind.

The two of you had parted ways after leaving the wooded area, when you spotted a gas station that had a phone you could use to call someone to come and get you.

But before you left, you thanked him.

He hadn't even wanted to help and had made it clear that he wouldn't care if you got left behind, regardless of how he'd been feeling towards the end. Yet you still smiled at him and gave him a sincere “thank you” like he hadn't only done the bare minimum for you.

You were an idiot.

But he couldn't get you out of his head after that.

For Franklin, at first you were just someone who was at least halfway decent by doing the right thing of running after him and returning his property to him instead of taking whatever jenny he'd had and dumping the rest of it.

He hadn't necessarily had the best of reactions when he'd heard the random voice that called out to him, and he'd been visibly annoyed when he turned to face you, which had put you on edge.

But his expression softened a little when he saw his wallet in your hand, and he mumbled out a word of thanks as he accepted it.

There hadn't been much else left to say after that, but you'd smiled at him as you waved goodbye before continuing on your way.

Unlike with Uvo, the interaction was so brief that he only vaguely recalled it at first, so he was surprised when he ran into you the second time and you smiled at him when you saw him. You remembered him more than he'd remembered you (which, considering his size when compared to yours as well as the scars and piercings, was fair). But he didn't understand why you cared, and he couldn't determine if you had an interest in him or if you were just being nice.

His infatuation with you finally took hold when he encountered you for a third time, another chance meeting where the two of you had ended up talking. What you had discussed wasn't all that important, but as you waved at him once more as you said your goodbyes, Franklin decided that he would have you.

What he didn't know was that Uvogin had decided the same thing around that same time.

The two had watched you from a distance, observing various routines of yours and learning more about you in the process. From the friends you hung around with to the hobbies you enjoyed and your favorite musical artists to even smaller things such as what your favorite brand of snacks was. Both took in that information, Franklin using what he had learned so he could have something to talk about with you whenever you would “accidentally” run into him again.

Uvo, on the other hand, wasn't as concerned over things like that, and if he'd had his way, he would've taken you by now.

While it would've been easy to barge into your home and grab you, he also knew that would draw unwanted attention. You lived with roommates and were hardly ever alone at your apartment. Killing them also wouldn't have been a big deal for him, but it would eat up time, and depending on how many were there and how big of a fuss they made, they could easily end up contacting the police before he could take care of them all.

Also not too big of a deal for him, but there was a worry that if he went that route, you might end up being accidentally injured or killed.

So he had been biding his time, waiting for the right moment to take you when there would be few to notice your sudden disappearance.

And then he'd run into Franklin.

It was honestly amazing that they had only now come across each other while they were both watching you. Franklin and Uvogin had run into each other a few times before, even going out drinking during some of those instances while both accepted that it was a coincidence they'd run into each other.

As there had never been any other instance where both of them were watching you, neither of them made the connection that they were both after the same woman. And even after both had found the continued run-ins to be strange, it was only today that they realized what was going on.

Both spiders had decided to watch you that day; just tail you a bit from a distance. And for a while they didn't realize that the other was there as both were too focused on you and what you were doing.

Uvogin was the one who realized what was happening first. When he had glanced around at his surroundings, he'd spotted Franklin, and at first he didn't think much of seeing his fellow spider. But when Uvo looked closer, he noticed that Franklin's attention wasn't on him, but someone else, and when he followed his gaze, he found that it was you. Remembering how odd it was with how often the two had bumped into each other by now and seeing the way Franklin was looking at you, things fell into place in Uvo's mind. Franklin noticed Uvogin's presence shortly after, and when he saw Uvo pointedly look over to you before looking back to him, it didn't take long for him to understand what was going on as well.

And now they were here. Sitting together while you, the reason they had ended up in this situation, were blissfully unaware of the conversation being had about you.

In Franklin's mind, it was best to resolve the matter now rather than later.

“I guess we should settle this then,” Franklin said. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the coin that was used whenever troupe members needed to settle disputes.

Uvo raised an eyebrow.

“What, flip the coin and whoever wins gets to have her?” he asked.

“It's the fairest way to decide it.”

Uvogin frowned as he looked back towards the library. You were still engrossed in your notes, marking things down as you looked back to the books you'd pulled out.

“I don't think that's the way we should go about this,” he then said.

Franklin raised a brow in question as he asked “why's that?”

“I mean, if we go with the coin, while it is 'fair', the one who loses is gonna be upset that they don't get to have her,” said Uvo.

“Yeah, that's something that would be inevitable.”

Franklin's tone was grim as he said that, and it was already leaving a bad taste in his mouth, the idea that he could lose you because he picked wrong on the coin toss.

If it had been anyone else who had become interested in you and he was truly worried about you reciprocating their feelings, it would've been an easy task of getting rid of that person so he could ultimately have you.

Wasn't as easy when it was another member of the Phantom Troupe. Not that he would've ever been willing to kill Uvogin for you, and he highly doubted such a thought would occur to Uvo.

But he also didn't want to need to give you up.

“It's a fifty-fifty chance for either of us,” Franklin continued, “whoever loses would just have to accept it.”

Then he added, “if you have a better idea, feel free to share it.”

Uvo was still looking at you through the window, staying silent for a moment as he considered Franklin's words.

Then it was like a light bulb went off in his head as he grinned and said “yeah, I think I have a pretty good idea.”

“Let's hear it, then.”

“Instead of the coin,” Uvo began, “why don't we go with the option where everyone's happy?”

“What do you mean?”

Uvogin laughed at the questioning look on Franklin's face.

“C'mon, Franklin. We're adults. We can share.”

At hearing that, it dawned on Franklin as to what Uvo was suggesting.

“What, we share her?”

“Yeah.”

Franklin stayed quiet as Uvogin continued.

“Being around each other all the time might take some getting used to, but if we do that, neither of us would need to deal with getting cut off from her completely. We'd both get what we want, and she'd get twice the amount of loving.”

Uvogin leaned back on the bench, saying “sounds pretty good, don't you think?”

Franklin's gaze went back to you as well as he considered what Uvogin was proposing. It wasn't the most outlandish idea, and Uvo was right in that both of them would be happier if they could both have you, thus avoiding any possible resentment that losing the coin toss might bring.

Still, he had to wonder if it would actually work out. While he and Uvogin got along well with each other, Franklin wasn't sure that it would be as simple as his fellow spider was making it out to be.

And then there was how you might react to all of it.

Based on what Uvogin had told him, you were grateful to Uvo for what he had done. And while Franklin was still unsure if you were interested in him or not, you seemed to like him based off of your interactions with him. But even if you had a certain amount of interest for both of them, it'd likely be overwhelming for you to be confronted by men like them who had feelings for you.

Franklin couldn't see you agreeing to jump headfirst into a relationship with the both of them when you still only barely knew them. That would take quite a bit of time to work you up towards that point. Time that Uvogin wouldn't want to take.

So there was only one way things would go if he agreed to do what Uvo wanted, and that caused Franklin to frown.

“What? You think it's a bad idea?” Uvo asked, noticing the expression on Franklin's face.

“I'm not completely sure,” Franklin admitted, “but if we do it your way, we'll need to kidnap her. She won't be with us on her own.”

Uvo seemed surprised.

“Yeah, that's kinda the only way it can go,” he said, “is that what you're worried about?”

“I was hoping to avoid doing that.”

“Why is kidnapping going too far for you?” Uvo asked, “aren't we thieves who take what we want?”

“I'm not saying that I'm unwilling to do it,” Franklin answered, “I'd just prefer that as a last resort. I'm not looking to traumatize her.”

Uvogin hummed to himself.

“That's surprisingly nice of you,” he said.

“What, was your plan always to take her?” Franklin asked.

“Yeah,” Uvogin answered, “take her and then figure it out from there. Guess it's a good thing we ran into each other before I got to that point.”

“Finding out that we were both interested in her with you being in the middle of kidnapping her would've been a much worse situation,” Franklin agreed.

“Mm.”

Both men were quiet for a moment as a family that had come from the library were passing by just a bit too close for them to feel like they could continue the conversation. The children that were present were staring at them, particularly Franklin, with wide eyes while the parents tried to user them along faster, clearly not wanting to anger either of the two intimidating looking men.

During those brief moments, a car drove into the parking lot and pulled into an open spot not too far from them. Uvogin watched it while his eyebrows furrowed for a moment before turning his attention back to Franklin as the other man spoke.

“I know you're the one who suggested it,” Franklin began, “but are you really going to be okay with not having her for yourself?”

“I mean, this wasn't what I was planning when I first set my sights on her,” Uvo answered, “but I don't see how it would be a problem. We get along well and neither of us are the jealous type, so I doubt any problems could arise on that front. And two of us around means there'll be two sets of eyes watching her in case she tries anything stupid like trying to get away. Sound pretty good to me.”

“We'd definitely be dealing with some escape attempts,” said Franklin, “and depending on how messy things get if we take her, it could take a long time for her to be comfortable around either of us.”

“Maybe, but even if it takes a while to get to that point, at least we'd have her to ourselves,” Uvo countered, “even if at first she's scared to be around us, there's only gonna be so much she can do to cope on her own before she breaks and comes to us.”

He continued, saying “if we take her somewhere that doesn't have many people, she'd need to come to us if she wanted any human interaction. That way she'd accept us faster. When her only options are going out of her mind by being alone or accepting the two men who care about her and want to love her, I think she'll be able to come to the correct conclusion as to what's better for her.”

“I doubt it'd be that simple,” Franklin said.

“Didn't say it was. We'd be in for the long haul, but as long as we get the results we want, it's worth it, right?”

“And if she does put up a fight,” Uvo added, “then we get to make it clear that she doesn't have any other options: she belongs to us.”

A man got out of the car that had pulled into the lot and made his way towards the building you were in, but neither Franklin or Uvogin acknowledged him, both more concerned with their conversation.

Uvogin's thought process did make some sense; like most people, you needed regular human interaction, and going from being surrounded by your friends and family to only having himself and Uvogin for company would be hard on you. But even if you did fight them at first, you would need to submit at some point. You couldn't be so stubborn to insist on being unhappy.

Franklin looked back down to the coin in his hand, his fingers brushing over the designs on either side.

As he'd said before, it was a fifty-fifty chance of him losing if they used the coin to decide. But if they went with Uvo's suggestion then there wasn't any fear of losing you. Franklin would just need to be okay with Uvogin also being in the picture.

“You still want to use the coin?” Uvogin asked, eyeing the object in Franklin's hands.

“Not really,” Franklin answered.

“So what's the hold-up?”

“I'm thinking. Is there a reason you're in a rush?”

“Just wanna figure out what's happening with this,” said Uvo, “I don't like wasting so much time by waiting.”

“And here I thought you'd appreciate me taking the time to think over your suggestion carefully,” Franklin said dryly.

“Shouldn't be that hard to come to a decision,” Uvo countered, “unless you really don't like the idea of being stuck with me.”

“I wouldn't call you my first choice, but there are ones out there that are worse than you.”

Uvogin laughed a little at that.

“You should be grateful I offered the suggestion,” Uvo then said jokingly, “I'm willing to put up with seeing your fucked-up face on a daily basis so we can both be happy.”

“If anyone would need to put up with anything, it'd be me,” Franklin retorted, “it's exhausting dealing with you and that obnoxious personality of yours.”

“What do you mean, 'obnoxious'? Everyone loves me,” Uvo answered.

“I think you mean, everyone tolerates you.”

Neither could help the small smiles that formed after the bit of banter between them.

They had been so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn't noticed you packing up your things or walking out of sight of the window. It was when you walked through the front doors of the building that they realized you were heading to your car with your things in hand.

Both found it odd, as you were leaving earlier than usual.

It also looked like you were annoyed.

And the reason why appeared to be the man who was calling out as he followed you out of the building, begging for you to stop and talk to him, and saying that you were being over-dramatic when you continued to ignore him. The scene he was making was bringing the attention of other onlookers onto the both of you, which only seemed to upset you further as you walked faster to your car.

The man only continued, and as they watched, both of the spiders were becoming irritated the longer they looked.

“Who is that?” Uvogin asked.

“No clue,” said Franklin, “never seen that guy before.”

Their anger spiked when they saw the man grab at your shoulder in an attempt to force you to talk to him. You responded by pulling away while keeping your eyes on your car.

Uvo watched for a moment longer before saying “if he keeps harassing her I'm gonna step in.”

“Don't,” Franklin said, “we don't want to make a scene. Not when there's so many witnesses.”

In reference to the fact that the area had a fair amount of people lingering around, Uvo tsked but stayed put. The confrontation already seemed to be petering out, as you had thrown your things into your car before getting in and starting it. You were making a point to not look at him, but you still looked angry as you pulled out of the library lot and drove away.

Meanwhile the man watched on in defeat. He sighed to himself before he began to walk back to the parking area where Uvogin and Franklin were still sitting.

Though they were staying quiet, both were thinking about what exactly should be done with him.

When the man reached his own car was when Uvo realized something.

“That's the guy,” he said suddenly.

“The guy?”

“The guy that left her. It's the same car,” he explained.

Franklin looked back to the man. So that was the one who'd left you in that dangerous situation? And now he was trying to make you talk to him again?

He didn't know what the relation was between the two of you, whether you had just been friends or if there had been a romantic interest at some point. It didn't really matter since you didn't want to even look at him anymore.

But he didn't like that someone was going after you like that.

The man unlocked the driver's side door, and as he got in, Uvogin stood. It didn't take much of an imagination to figure out what he planned based on the way he cracked his knuckles.

“You're going after him?” Franklin asked.

“You're not?” was Uvo's quick response.

Uvo was looking at Franklin like he was the strange one in this situation.

“It'll cause problems if we start to kill off people who are close to her,” said Franklin.

“He doesn't seem that close to her. Besides, I'm doing her a favor. The asshole left her. If he's harassing her after leaving her like that, then he deserves to lose his life,” Uvogin said.

Franklin didn't disagree on that point, remembering the anger that had bubbled up inside of him just from Uvo telling him of how you'd been abandoned. And while you wouldn't respond well to them if you found out that they'd killed him, he couldn't imagine that the guy's death would mean that much to you.

At the moment the man was sitting in his car wallowing in his own misery, but that would eventually change. He'd need to head off at some point, and it'd be harder to track him down without knowing a name or the area where he lived.

Uvogin looked back down to Franklin, asking “you coming?”

Franklin looked to the man again.

And then to the gold coin that was still in his hand.

A decision needed to be made.

After one final moment of consideration, he finally stood as he placed it back into his pocket before looking back to Uvogin, telling him “let's go.”

Uvo grinned, and the two began to approach the man.

“You're not gonna try to keep me from going too wild, are you?” Uvo then asked.

“No, that's always too much of a hassle with you,” Franklin answered, “but let's take him somewhere outside of the area to deal with him, just to make sure no one gets in the way.”

“Sure.”

Uvogin was listening, but he was keeping his eyes on the guy, ready to move into action in case the guy started up his car and tried to leave.

A thought then occurred to Franklin, and he asked Uvo “where was that place where he left her?”

“Not too far from here, about due east. Why?”

“Let's take him there.”

“Oh? Are we gonna leave him to fend for himself?”

“Yeah, but maybe with a few more bullet holes in his legs,” Franklin answered.

Uvogin hummed.

“While I don't mind that idea, it doesn't sound like I'll get to do much,” he said.

“We'll figure it out,” Franklin said, shrugging.

They reached the side of the guy's car, and Uvo tapped against the window to get his attention. When the window was rolled down, he barely got out the question of what Uvo wanted before a hand grabbed his neck and slammed his head down onto the wheel. When Uvogin let go, the man slumped over in his seat.

Franklin raised an eyebrow.

“Is he still alive?” he asked.

“He is.”

Though the man had gotten plenty of attention from onlookers with the scene he had caused earlier, most seemed to be eager to move on with their day and forget about that commotion. So no one had been paying attention when Uvo had attacked the man, and it had been fast and quiet enough that no one had been alerted that there was something wrong. With the man being quickly shoved into the back seat and the two of them taking their places in the front, no one took much notice when the car pulled out of the lot and Franklin began to drive off while following Uvogin's instructions.

Franklin glanced over to Uvo, finding his fellow spider to be thrumming with excitement, no doubt eager to get to that area with the magical beasts and exacting out justice on the piece of shit who had abandoned you.

Though Franklin would be lying if he said that he wasn't just as eager for the exact same thing.

Still, despite this new plan of action, this really wasn't the way Franklin had been expecting this day to end. Even if he had managed to somehow anticipate that both he and Uvogin were interested in you, he wouldn't have predicted that he would ultimately agree to sharing you with him.

They'd figure out the best way to dispose of the guy, and then they'd be able to turn their attention to more important things, like how to go about taking you and figuring out where to take you after they did. And once they did have you, they'd be able to work towards getting you to be comfortable around them.

It'd take a while to get to that point, and it wouldn't be nearly as simple as it sounded when they spoke about it, but if they were able to get you to reciprocate, then it'd be worth it in the end.

Both he and Uvogin would get what they wanted, and you would be kept safe by the two of them.

The option where everyone was happy.

And though he counted on you not seeing it that way at first, you'd come to agree eventually.

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