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kurozawa46 · 1 year
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New Year’s Kiss in Yorknew City Subway ♡
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taystrash · 5 months
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Dominate Men HCS
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Description: Of course I had to write one for the doms too
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Content warning: nicknames used: pretty girl, baby, spanking, rough sex, aftercare
Nanami, Razor (HxH), Toji, Miguel O'Hara, Phinks, Reiner, Hisoka, Tengen, Captain Yami
Dominate men who love to spank your perfect little ass raw. Until you're squirming in his lap, hands coming back to helplessly shield you away from his large, calloused hand. He has no problem taking both your wrists into one hand and pinning them to your lower back, warning you to stay out of his way. He can't help the way his cock jumps when he notices your tears staining the fabric of his jeans. "That was the last one pretty girl." His hand pulls you by your hair until he's able to place his lips next to your ear, he wants to make sure you hear his next words. "Got me fucking leaking at the sight of how wet your pathetic little cunt is. Why are you dripping down your fucking thigh," His hand moves gently over the skin of your ass, cooing gently when you jump at the contact. "When this is supposed to be a punishment?"
Dominate men who will bend into any position to watch your face when you cum. It's not enough to feel you cum around his cock, it's not even enough to see the way your body shakes during the process. He needs to watch the way your mouth parts as you dissolve into a bubbling mess of tears and snot when you finally cum. He craves to see the way your lashes clump together, the way your eyes roll back until only the whites are exposed behind fluttering lids. He finds it ruins his orgasm if he can't watch the way your brows pinch together or the way you'll tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as he fucks you through it. "Come on pretty girl, let me see you." It's a near-feral growl every time, hips slowing their pace until he's grinding his hips against your ass. His hand at the back of your neck travels to your chin to pull you up and the sight nearly has him cumming on sight. "There she is-fuck-baby, I'm gonna cum-you're so fucking pretty like this. You look so fucking pretty making a mess on my cock baby. So. Fucking. Pretty." Each word is emphasized with a thrust, cock twitching as he holds you in place, eyes glued to your face. "So fucking pretty."
Dominate men who need you to understand they're truly sorry, for the most part. Especially when they have you folded in half, using their weight to dig into your pussy. Their feet are planted into the mattress, hands gripping the headboard, and each thrust is sharper than the last. He hasn't spoken since he instructed you to hold your legs, you weren't sure of what his day entailed but he had been upset from the moment he entered your shared apartment. He had slung his suitcase around, walked heavily through the house, and barely greeted you with a dry kiss. You wanted to scold him, ask him what was wrong, and take away his stress all at the same time. You wanted to be mad at him but you were sure his job was stressful, though he swore to never take it out on you. You had mentioned that part, sure it wouldn't spark an argument. You were wrong, he exploded, explaining the stressfulness of his assignments, and deadlines, how he had to keep everything upright. He was tired, exhausted didn't even begin to cover it, and the last thing he needed was you hounding him. You hadn't, you weren't, he was just saying every and anything. It was pissing you off, to the point you had just shut up and walked away, wanting to talk when the both of you had calmed down. He followed you and it had led to this. "You pushing me away baby?" He looks down, finally noticing one of your hands has left the back of your thigh to try weakly pushing at his hips. The attempt was so futile he hadn't even noticed that was your goal. "Nuh-uh. Take-this-fucking-dick."
Dominate men who talk you through it. "Come on baby, relax that pussy for me, come on." His large hands hold a cheek in each hand, spreading you open for his eyes to watch how your tiny hole splits around his cock. "You're squeezing me too tight pretty girl," He speaks through gritted teeth, head rolling back when you only clamp down on him tighter. "Come on baby, you gotta relax around me-hah-f-fuck or I-I'm going to cum." His thrusts are slow, he has no choice with the way you're sucking him in. You aren't allowing him to fully move and in his quest to get you to loosen up, you've only started clamping down on him more, whining at his words. "There you go pretty girl, loosen up for me, so I can properly fuck this pussy."
or Dominate men who try to talk you through it but their digging so far in your guts you can barely focus on anything but his dick. At this point, you're the drooling mess he loves, and he should know better but he can't help himself. He loves the way you babble away, trying to piece together a coherent response for him to understand only for your words to be slurred. They're almost always lost amongst the sound of his hips meeting the backs of your thighs but he hears you, he somehow pieces together what you say. "Does it feel good baby?" He holds you so you're hanging halfway off the bed, legs pinned to his chest as he uses his grip on your hips to keep you in place. "This is what my baby needed, yeah? Some good dick? That job is always stressing my baby out and she gets snappy, she just needs daddy to fuck her right. That's it, huh baby? My pretty girl just needs daddy to split her open on his cock and her attitude will be all better, huh?"
Dominate men who won't allow you to skip out on aftercare. No matter how tired you feel, especially after an intense session, he keeps you up long enough to wipe the mess from between your thighs. "I know you're tired but here, drink this." He'll hold the cup of water for you, his other hand stroking your arm as you melt into his side. "You did so well tonight." He presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head, one to your nose, smiling when you softly giggle, then a final one to your lips. "You did such a good job, and you were such a good girl." He only receives hums of content in response, a sleepy smile taking over your features as your eyes sink lower. "One more thing, before I let you lay down. Where's your bonnet?"
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hypnoswrites · 8 months
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This and my previous fic prove that I can currently only finish fics if they are meant for my besties xD This is a b-day gift for the amazing Suiren!!!
WARNINGS: Phinks being a bad roommate, female! reader, poly situation, both Nobunaga and Phinks are yandere, threat of violence toward reader, mild nsfw
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"Are you angry with me?"
"Of course I'm-" You swallowed your words, the sounds coming from your throat too hysteric to convince Phinks of anything other than your anger. If you got too upset, you'd just be laughed at more, not taken seriously for the thousandth time. For someone who considered themselves conflict averse, you sure wanted to scream at this man a lot. "I think you should find a new place. I don't want you here anymore."
"In this market? It was hard enough to find this apartment; you want me to live out on the street?"
"You could get a new place tomorrow, don't lie to me. I’m sure Nobunaga would deal with you for a few weeks." You replied, bitterness seeping from your tone. "I'm sick of this. If you don't find a new place by the end of this week, I'll-"
"You'll what? Go to the police? Tell your parents how mean your roommate is being? C'mon, don't be so fucking dramatic." He grinned and crossed his arms, so smug it made you nearly vomit just looking at him. "I own this place, if you’d forgotten, so good luck trying to get me out.”
He owned this place?
Damnit.
"Sure, fine, fuck it." Turning around, you went to your room, grabbed a bag and haphazardly tossed in random clothes you hadn't put away yet. Phinks followed you and leaned against the doorway of your bedroom. "I'll go. You can have this whole fucking apartment to yourself, find another sucker to sublet to in the meantime. Maybe they’ll be better at dealing with your shitty attitude."
“Ooh~ I can make a gym out of your room, put some extra storage over there, paint the walls a bit better.”
“See! You-” Again you stopped, cursing beneath your breath as you wanted nothing more but to scream against his face until your vocal cords gave out. Instead, you just huffed and groaned until you heard him laugh on the other side of the wall. 
“I’m joking.”
“Ha. Ha. I’m laughing my ass off.” You grabbed your charger, your wallet, and phone, and very quickly texted a friend if you could stay with her tonight. Even if she ended up saying she was out of town or didn’t want you to come over for some other reason, you’d rather go into a motel and live off your savings than stay even a second longer in this place with Phinks. “I hope you have a grand time laughing at me with your other friends. It really shows how you peaked in high school when bullying is still your go-to hobby.”
“’Bullying’? I’m not stealing your fucking lunch money.” 
“Could’ve fooled me.” If he owned this place, you’d really just been paying rent to cover his expenses, a realization that left a sour taste in your mouth. He threw money around like it was nothing, and every time he paid for takeout, you now realized it was really still you paying for it. A minor slight, one you didn’t even know if it made sense or not, but something that added to your rage regardless. “Threatening my date just to get me out of this fucking apartment and bragging about it to your stupid friends doesn’t scream maturity, does it?”
"I didn’t threaten your fucking date." He didn't move aside as you finished packing, and you wanted to push him away, if only to get rid of that stupid frown he kept throwing your way. "I just wanted to see if he was really serious about you, so you wouldn't waste your time. In fact, you should thank me."
"You knew how important this was for me." You spat out, throwing your bag over your shoulder with more force than was necessary. "I thought I could trust you and that we were friends and that last time you did this it really was just a mistake, but I guess I was wrong.”
He scoffed like that was the stupidest thing he’d heard in ages. “We’re not friends.”
“No, I’ve figured.” Damage control had left the station three stops ago, as you were fully crying and screaming every word out of your mouth right now, unable to lower your volume without stuttering. Normally you tried to be mindful of the neighbors, but they could go fuck themselves today. You’d had enough. You pointed at your phone. “Luckily, I do have actual friends who’ll pick me up and get me a place to stay.”
“Difficult, though, to leave without your wallet.” He held up your wallet between two fingers, holding it high enough so you couldn’t reach it. You wouldn’t debase yourself by trying to jump up, but you did wonder when he’d grabbed it. “I’ll give it back tomorrow morning when you’ve calmed down.” He pat your shoulder with his free hand and you flinched away, which only further annoyed him, frustration visible through the reassuring façade he was trying to pull. “We can go get some lunch at that Indian place you like, I’ll invite over Nobu, and we’ll watch some movie or whatever until you’ve calmed down.
How he could even offer that as a solution made no sense to you. “No. What’s your problem?” 
“No? What’s your plan then?”
“I’ll walk.” You turned around toward the door, taking a single step before Phinks caught your arm, fingers tightly wrapped around your skin.
“Are you an idiot? What’s your plan?” He repeated himself, articulating every word as if you were an idiot not able to understand what he was saying.
“I’ll call somebody to pick me up or something, I don’t care.” 
“Okay, drama queen, you’ve made your point.” He still hadn’t let go of you, and it was kind of frightening you. “You’re mad at me, I get that, what I did was kinda shitty, but don’t you see how you’re overreacting here? I tell some stupid guy you’ve had one measly date with to fuck off and suddenly you want to throw all this away? You’ve got a good place here; I take good care of you.”
“You like me doing the dishes and laundry, you mean.” You shrugged off his hold on your arm and unlocked the door, grabbing your bag off the floor. “Fuck off, Phinks. I’m done.”
“Don’t you dare leave!” For the first time in the entire fight, he seemed angry instead of annoyed, which would’ve filled you with a weird sort of vindication if it didn’t scare you. He was way taller and stronger, and if he got violent, you’d be in trouble. You shrank within yourself and froze “You want to know how long it took for your prince charming to block you? A single word from me. I didn’t even need to do anythin’. He just dropped you the second I tried to see what kind of guy he was. What kinda commitment is that? He probably didn’t even like you.”
“I know!”  You screamed back, clutching your bag to your chest. “I know, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I know. I just don’t get why you get so much joy out of reminding me.”
For some reason that only infuriated him further. “You better be fucking joking right now.” 
“Why can’t you just leave me be? Let me just have one good thing in life.”
“A good thing in life, please.” He scoffed, his hand slamming into the door with a loud bang. “I’m protecting you. Why can’t you see that?”
You’d flinched at the sound and lowered your voice, even if only for a second. “You’re protecting me? Is that how you sell this to yourself? You threaten everyone that seems interested in me, not out of some bloated sense of narcissism, but because you care oh-so-much about me? Who the fuck are you fooling?”
“If you’d shut up for just a moment, I’d be able to actually answer one of your questions.”
“You have no right getting angry with me.” You snarled. “There was literally no reason for you to interfere. I was having a good time and I was being treated well. You clearly thought he was annoying from the get-go, and only threatened him to be cruel to me and get him out of our apartment. Facing consequences of something like that isn’t me being hysteric.”
“Oh, so you’re not hysteric? Not crying and screaming and threatening to leave me? And the part about me thinking he was annoying is true, I thought he was a snot-nosed stuck-up little bitch, and so did you. Why are you so angry about some man that you didn’t even like?”
You fell quiet and took a deep breath.
“We’re not friends, Phinks, as you mentioned earlier.” You made very intense eye contact, keeping your expression as neutral as you could with tear streaks clearly visible. “And we’re definitely not gonna live together anymore. So, what do you want from me?”
He seemed to consider your question for a second, and you were grateful for it, even if the resulting answer came out kinda bashful and childish, his fist lowering from the indent it had made in the wood of the door. “I want you to calm down and stay.”
Your eyes flashed toward the door, which was still unlocked. If you tried to open it and run, there was about a twenty percent chance that you’d get past him. Such a small chance was not worth escalating the situation, especially since he had your wallet. The longer you thought about the situation, the more fucked it seemed. Despite your anxiety at him getting violent, you scoffed back at him. He’d always been aggressive to others. Never to you. Maybe the streak would last until you got out of here.
“Not gonna happen.”
“Stop fucking interrupting me.” He barked at you, despite there having been a full second between his last spoken sentence and yours. You took a tentative step back and hoped he didn’t notice. If he did, he didn’t make it obvious, and with Phinks if it wasn’t obvious, it probably wasn’t the case. “Do you even realize how nice I’ve been? You don’t appreciate anything I do! I could’ve-“
He stopped himself.
The next words coming from his mouth were slow, forced and very well articulated. His eyes were firmly on the wall next to your head, and knowing him, you knew he was very hard trying to calm down. “I’m calling Nobunaga. We’re waiting till he gets here, and then we talk this out. Understood?”
It felt less like an offer, and more like an order.
A plan immediately formulated in your mind. You’d sneak out while waiting for Nobunaga to arrive, maybe try and steal your wallet back before then, if you could get away with it. There was a fire escape through the window in your room, and if you could fake needing to go to the bathroom, the door outside was right there. Either way would work, and you doubted Phinks would chase you down in the midst of a busy street. At best he’d text you fifty times calling you a childish slut, but you could handle that. The aggression flowing off him right now, you couldn’t.
“Okay. I’m sorry.” You appeased, too scared to feel bad in any way for the way you were planning to lie. “We’ll wait for Nobunaga and talk it out. Sounds like a good idea.” You didn’t want to exaggerate too much, but you were nervous and Phinks was still frowning. “It’s probably good to calm down first.”
“Right.” He said, and you thanked whatever god there was that he’d taken your immediate agreement at face value. “You can take this time to think.”
Awkwardly, the conversation fell silent, and you took a few seconds before moving towards the kitchen, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. Even when he grabbed his phone and rang Nobunaga while you were filling a glass of water, you felt his gaze on your back at every twitch. Very slowly, you took a few sips, staring at the wall and trying to think of a plan. The door was a no-go, but you could still get out through your room.
Trying to look casual  while Phinks was calling Nobunaga, you walked towards your room, stopped immediately by Phinks blocking the hallway, his phone against his ear and his eyes narrowed as you tried to move past him.
“I’m going to lie down for a while, till Nobunaga gets here.” You made up on the spot. “Crying gives me a headache and I just wanna lie down and think for a while. You don’t mind being alone for a bit?”
“Can’t you do that on the couch?”
“A bit too noisy here. I just wanna curl up in bed.”
He seemed to think about your proposition for a bit, and then without saying anything, he slowly moved out of the way, and you hoped your heartbeat wasn’t audible as you walked past. You heard him resume talking to Nobunaga as you closed your bedroom door behind you.
You exhaled deeply and looked around your room.
There was no way you’d get your wallet back, so that was out of the question, and you quickly grabbed your phone and texted everyone that came to mind the same request for a place to stay tonight. Even if they didn’t reply in time, this would work. With a phone you could ring a taxi service, even if you didn’t know yet where you’d go. Didn’t matter. At this point, you were ready to call the police, but nothing had really happened, so you weren’t sure what they’d make of it. As far as it would seem to the outside, you and your roommate had just gotten into a fight. The fact that you were fearful of him becoming violent was not enough to constitute a crime.
The bag with your charger was still in the kitchen, so you’d have to make do without. Making a replacement, you grabbed some clothes into a plastic bag and opened the window as softly as you could, and stepped out, closing it behind you. As slowly and quietly as you were able of moving, you stepped down the stairs, the horrible tinkling sound the metal stairs made making you feel like every step reverberated throughout the entire apartment building. Despite your fears, you didn’t hear Phinks talking or moving, which gave you hope he didn’t hear you as well.
Increasing your pace a little bit, you moved down, eventually climbing down some dinky stairs into the closed off alleyway that served as the entrance to the apartment building. The real entrance was behind you, the only other door being a metal gate that lead into the main street. From there you would walk at least a few blocks before trying to call a taxi. With a small jump, you finally landed on the floor, your sleeves wet with residual rainwater that had stuck to the emergency exit ladder.
You turned around and almost cried out in shock, barely composing yourself before the sound left your throat.
“Heyyy~” Nobunaga leaned against the gateway outside, still wearing the suit he normally wore to work, though his tie was pulled loose and the button undone. The first time you’d seen him like this, you’d giggled at the contrast, finding it very weird to see someone who usually wore slacks around you completely dressed up whenever work called. He tilted his head against the metal railing of the gate, blocking the entire way out. “Funny seeing you here.”
“Hi.” You said curtly, walking forward quickly to try and move past him before he could ask about the situation. “Could you move? I’m going out.”
“Hmm. Phinks said you were moving out.” He didn’t budge an inch, and propriety made you not completely close the gap between the two of you, finding the idea of bumping into him a bit too embarrassing. “You got some other place to stay at?”
This was Phinks’ best friend and, and as you sometimes suspected, a little more than that. While you were on pretty good terms, having gone out to see a movie just last week when the power had fallen out in the building, you were pretty sure that Nobunaga would take Phinks’ side in this matter, especially since the latter had most certainly spoken to him beforehand. Knowing this, you immediately lied, holding up your phone. “Yeah, I just got a text from a friend. I can stay with her for a few days. I’ll keep in touch, don’t worry.”
The last bit was a lie, since this situation was hostile enough for you to at least consider blacklisting them both completely. They’d been your friends for some time now, but Phinks had stolen your wallet, threatened your date and basically held you hostage in your own home. You’d feared getting hurt.  Even the happiest of moments between the three of you wouldn’t make you able to ignore that, and the last thing you wanted was to be stuck in some abusive relationship just because you didn’t have the gall to ghost them when you’d still been able to.
Nobunaga frowned slightly. “Really? Can you tell Phinks that? He sounded pretty worried when he called.”
“Sorry, but I really can’t. I need to go now. I’m being picked up.” Another lie, one you hoped he wouldn’t press, though you sounded quite upset, even to your own ears. “Can you tell him not to worry on my behalf? I’ll be fine.”
“I think I’d prefer you to tell him yourself.”
“Nobunaga.” You squared your own shoulders and felt the full weight of the heavy silence after you’d said his name, the usually busy street you two were in abandoned in dusk, only far-off traffic providing some noise in the background. “Please step aside.”
He took a step forward, making you flinch back, and closed the gate behind him, firmly locking it. You didn’t have the key with you, having left it behind in your rush, thinking the gate was unlocked usually anyway. Were there other exits? It was too high to climb, and there were no other windows leading to a different building. He’d effectively shut you in.
“I’m glad I came when I did.” Nobunaga sighed, pulling his hair back while his lips twisted into a humorless smile. “I’m preventing us all a lot of trouble.”
“Nobunaga?”
“You’re going to go back up, apologize to Phinks, who’s probably wrecking the entire place by now, and you’re going to stop whatever it is you’re doing.” He took another step forward, and you took as many as was necessary to create some space between the two of you. “You wanted to make us work for it, which is fine, and I even liked the coy act, but now you’re just leaving? Don’t tell me you think that’s in any way an option.”
“I- I didn’t-“
“Save it.” He lunged forward and grabbed your wrist, pinning you to the alley wall, the bricks pressed firmly against your face. Nobunaga placed his face in your neck, took a deep breath and then placed his lips so close to your ear you could feel his breath on your skin. “Let’s go back inside.”
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raisinripe · 10 months
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phinks tried to take feitan to «barbie» on a children's ticket, you can see the result for yourself
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bwabys-scenarios · 9 months
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are they good at eating pussy?
hxh characters edition
godly, can make you orgasm several times in the matter of minutes: Pakunoda, UVOGIN, Chrollo, Kurapika, Meruem, ILLUMI
pretty good, can draw a few orgasm out of you: Feitan(took him a while to learn tho), Phinks, Kite, Machi, Shizuku, Silva
okay, will at least get you to cum once: Nobunaga, Leorio, Franklin, Shalnark(he COULD make you cum more but he’s impatient)
will make you feel good, but can’t get you to orgasm: ging(selfish)
do not let him near your coochie!!!: Hisoka(he’s insanely good but you have more self respect than to let him near your coochie… right? RIGHT?)
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soybatsumae · 6 months
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could I request headcanons of uvo, chrollo, and phinks with a little sibling figure reader in the troupe and she’s ten years old maybe? :) platonic ofc . tysm and it’s ok if u can’t do this request ! (If three characters is too much just uvogin is ok ^_^)
Of course! I hope you enjoy!
Uvogin, Chrollo, and Phinks with a little sibling figure in the troupe
Warnings: none
Female! Reader
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Uvo:
I know Uvo’s a violent man, but I feel like he would be the softest in the world with you, which is unusual because he helped kill an entire clan, including the children
-I mean first of all, he’s very impressed by the fact that your a ten year old and also in the freaking phantom troupe, with enough training you could even defeat him over time!
-He very quickly decides he’s gonna look out for you wether it be in training, missions, or just when your all hanging around waiting for orders
-Speaking of training, he wants to see you reach your full potential as soon as possible, so he spars with you often. He won’t go easy on you, but he won’t seriously injure you either, he’s very aware that your both physically smaller and more mentally immature than he is (at his old ass age) so he’s aware that he has an advantage when it comes to fighting
-You learn a lot from fighting him though, he may make harmless taunts every now and then but he gives very constructive criticism and it does help improve your fighting skills significantly, perks of sparring with one of the strongest troupe members I guess
-He play whatever games you want in during times when there’s nothing to do, especially when your on guard duty with nothing to entertain you. He makes a surprisingly good playmate (he’ll let you play with his hair too)
-He keeps an eye on you during missions, but he’s well aware you can hold your own, you wouldn’t be in the troupe otherwise. That being said, if something gets serious enough (like Kurapika’s case for example) then he won’t hesitate to defend you with his life. There’s not a lot of people he’s willing to die for, but you’re one of them
-I kinda see him like a cool uncle more then a brother, idk why but he just gives off those vibes
Chrollo:
-I think Chrollo’s quite fond of children personally, he’ll still kill them if their in the way of achieving a goal but I don’t think he enjoys it and he also wouldn’t kill a child for no reason like he would an adult
-He’s very impressed by your power level, your a very useful addition to the troupe and he plans on utilizing that as much as possible
-But he does genuinely come to care for you later on though, that’s not surprising considering how the troupes practically family anyways
-He let’s you sit with him during meetings if you want, your also the only troupe member that’s allowed to touch him without explicit permission beforehand
-He doesn’t involve himself too much with you, but he does keep an eye on you more than he does the others, you may be powerful but your still young, it’s not easy living this kinda life at your age
-He’s the one to introduce you to the troupe and he’s also the one to make sure you get acquainted with the troupe without any issue, he can and will threaten any troupe member that is too unkind to you
-Like Uvo, he’s not concerned about you during missions, he’s very well aware of your powers, he’s probably the most familiar with them out of all the troupe members since he had to recruit you
-I honestly can’t see him treating you too differently from the other troupe members, your tough, you have incredible potential, he doesn’t see the need to coddle you like some of the other members might
Phinks:
-He’s skeptical if you at first, why did Chrollo choose you of all people? The troupe is no place for a child as young as you
-After seeing you fight for the first time though he’s immediately like “damn maybe she does belong in here” and now he’s curious as to how you turned out this way in the first place
-Phinks doesn’t approach you right away, he ops to observe you from afar for awhile, but the longer your in the troupe the more you inevitably interact
-For some reason, the two of you are put on missions often, so you grow very attached to him and he’s very confused about it. He has no idea why you cling to him specifically but he gets used to it after some time
-He’s definitely the most protective of you out of the group, he’ll never let you know how much you’ve grown on him but he makes sure nobody bothers you
-Especially on missions, in theory he knows you can hold your own but when your actually fighting and in danger he tries to do the bulk of the fighting no matter how much you protest
-He’s afraid to train with you because he fears he might hurt you, he’s a tough dude who doesn’t hold back when fighting so he’s not sure how well he could hold his strength against you
-He’ll “begrudgingly” (not really tho) play games with you if you ask him nice enough, but he’ll make lighthearted complaints the entire time
-Fears that your gonna die during your time in the troupe, it’s a very dangerous job and your super young compared to most of the guys they fight
-We have a tsundere older brother over here everyone lol
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Hunter x Hunter + text posts and stuff
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tazzertopia · 7 months
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phantom troupe negative traits/habits hcs
*i’m aware that being thieves and murderers are already pretty negative traits but this is more related to their personality 😊😊😊
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chrollo
-unintentionally can sound super sarcastic and condescending
-like if he’s explaining something the cadence of his voice might sound like he’s mocking you, when in reality he just sounds like that
-if you’re in a pissy mood and he’ll ask what’s wrong it kinda sounds sarcastic ?????
-he’ll see you crying and be like:
“are you okay? what’s up?”
and you’ll kinda just be like 🤨🤨🤨 i’m literally crying ???????? what do you MEAN “what’s up?”
-he’ll apologise for sounding sarcastic but he was genuinely asking
-the troupe knows that’s just how he sounds but anyone who doesn’t know him that well just thinks he’s being a prick
shalnark
-literally has zero social awareness
-considering he sees other people as toys, he doesn’t give a single fuck about randos in public
-he’s the type to have a loud conversation on speakerphone on a busy, crowded train filled to the brim with tired people who just got off their 9-5 and want to go home 💔
“hello? yeah, of course i can talk! so today i was-“
“SHUT THE FUCK UP”
“…..anyways so-“
-is always confused as to why people are glaring at him but like i said, he really couldn’t give one
-he also probably sees someone who’s about to doze off or looks visibly irritated and will make it his mission to piss them off as much as possible and strike up a conversation with them
phinks
-extremely sore loser
-if you’re playing a game with him (like mario kart) and he’s about to lose, he will walk away right then and there and quit
-will claim the game is rigged and that’s why he was about to lose (if he wins, he will rub it in and tell you to just improve at the game)
-the troupe audibly groans whenever he asks to join in when they play video games
-one time he unplugged the tv when he lost a game against feitan and shalnark (if he doesn’t win, NOBODY gets to win)
-will claim the other person cheated if he loses
“COME ON!! SHALNARK PROBABLY HACKED THE GAME OR SOMETHING, MAKING ME LOSE!”
“…have you ever considered that maybe you just suck at the game?”
*throws remote at tv*
-just let him win if you want to have a easy breezy life
uvogin
-absolutely zero volume control
-he’s loud in public, but he’s completely unaware how loud he’s being
-this also makes him the worst person to tell secrets to
*pspspspswhisperwhisperwhisper*
“YOU THINK HIS HAIRLINE LOOKS LIKE THE MCDONALDS SYMBOL?”
everyone is staring. the man with the weird hairline you tried to whisper to uvo about is staring. you are extremely embarrassed. you want the ground to swallow you whole.
-to add insult to injury, he also points.
-because of this, it’s super easy to tell when he’s talking about you because he will yell AND point
-he doesn’t gaf who hears
shizuku
-the most brutally honest person you’ll ever meet
-doesn’t sugarcoat anything
-it’s not like she wants to hurt your feelings, but she just doesn’t see the point in beating around the bush or lying
-if she thinks you look fat in something, she’ll tell you. if she thinks you don’t suit a certain colour, she’ll tell you. if she thinks your cooking tastes like actual dookie left out to cook in the desert sun, she will not hesitate to tell you.
-she also will not apologise if she hurts your feelings
-“why do i need to apologise for being honest?”
-she is winning the idgaf war 100%
-will probably forget what she said as well, which makes it worse
feitan
-rather than ask to borrow something of yours like a normal person, he will steal it and then proceed to gaslight you when you confront him about it
-makes sense for him due to his ‘thieves take what they want’ mentality
-will have you convinced that your memory is patchy
“feitan where the fuck are are my scissors?”
“beats me.”
“i know you took them.”
“did not.”
“they were on the counter like five minutes ago and you’re the only one in here”
“no they weren’t.”
-this will carry on until you admit you were wrong for accusing him, or you just drop it
-occasionally he will start drama with the other troupe members by stealing their shit (usually phinks) and making it seem like someone else did it
nobunaga
-quite possibly the most indecisive man you’ll ever meet
-you’d much rather prefer to get sentenced to eternal torture at guantanamo bay than have to ask nobunaga what restaurant he wants to go to later tonight
-“my mind will be made up by tonight, i swear!”
-it wasn’t.
-he’s one of those annoying indecisive people who will insist that you choose, but will get mad if you don’t choose the option he secretly sorta preferred
“i can’t decide between place a or b, you choose!”
“place b”
“really? place a looks much more classy”
“THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU PICK PLACE A?!”
-you’re convinced he’s only acting like this to piss you off, but he’s just like that
-in the end, you have to force him to flip a coin or else he wouldn’t get anywhere decision-wise
pakunoda
-she often gets lost in thought and zones out, which results in her unintentionally staring at people for a little too long
-because of her stern resting face (or rbf), it usually comes across as her glaring at you, which feels a lil uneasy, especially if you’re not close with her
-she will apologise profusely when she comes to, but before she does she will just be looking at you like
👁️_👁️
-as well as this, she will sometimes try and touch you to purposefully see your memories if she’s a bit suspicious of you for whatever reason
-if she thinks you’re lying about something for example, she will intrude your thoughts
-she’s not a particularly touchy-feely person so it’s quite amusing to see her try and touch you for seemingly no reason out of the blue
-a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do 🤷‍♀️
machi
-despite being one of the more upfront and mature members of the troupe, she’s also the worst one for holding grudges
-like she will hold a grudge for literal ages
-there are many she’s had for so long that she can’t even remember why she was mad in the first place
-at this point it’s more about keeping a streak than actually being mad
-best case scenario is that she forgets about it altogether or else best believe she will NOT be forgiving you. ever.
-she’s still pissed at the old guy who stepped on her toes by accident two years ago. and the waiter who tripped and dropped the tray on her eight months ago. or the questionable comment hisoka made last week.
-talks about getting vengeance on those she holds grudges against but can’t even remember who they are or what they did
“i swear i will find them, wherever they are, so they will get what’s coming to them.”
“that’s nice and all, but WHO are they and what did they do?”
“….. it’ll come to me soon hold on..”
-feels incomplete without holding a grudge against someone
franklin
-his big ass does NOT look where he’s walking and will bump into anything and anyone
-don’t expect him to apologise tho
-“apologise? maybe you should watch where you’re going.”
-don’t even try to fight him on this
-doesn’t see it as his duty to move out the way, but the duty of those around him
-the absolute NERVE
-the only reason why no one confronts him about it is because he’s tall and big as hell
-don’t die for getting bumped into
bonolenov
-one thing about him is that when he’s mad, he’ll give people the SILENT treatment
-heavy on silent
-could go for centuries if he wanted to
-and trust he’s a pro at keeping it up
-he doesn’t gaf if you’re in danger, he’ll keep on giving you the cold shoulder
-he won’t stop because he feels bad, but because he just can’t be bothered to keep ignoring you
-he will randomly just start talking to you again one day and will act confused if you question why he’s taking to you again after so long
-he won’t apologise for it tho 💯
kortopi
-his minuscule ass is always stepping on everyone’s trotters
-honestly sometimes he does it out of spite and will give look at you like 👁️ if you confront him
-there’s not much to say about him except he will sometimes accidentally sometimes not step on your feet
i fear i’m missing more members but irdgaf rn so enjoy !!!!! also these are fun to write to pls pls pls give me suggestions xoxoxo
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tinfairies · 5 months
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The fact that there isn't more phantom troupe orgy fics out there makes me sad... Am I gonna have to do it myself??
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my favorite troupe members in my style
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machi-komacineee · 4 months
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The rest of the phantom troupe mobage cards 😁💕 ( winter theme )
( I know Bonolenov and Kortopi are missing but they didn’t have any so… )
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Incorrect quotes
Y/N: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this... 
Hisoka: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card? 
Y/N: Holy moly-
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Chrollo: Rules are made to be broken.
Y/N: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.
Phinks: Uh, piñatas.
Hisoka: Glow sticks.
Machi: Karate boards.
Shalnark: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.
Chrollo: Rules.
Y/N: ...
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Feitan: I still have ... few knives up my sleeve.
Phinks: I think you mean cards.
Feitan, pulling knives out of his sleeves: No.
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hypnoswrites · 1 year
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Begone out of my drafts!!!! Finished this today to finally post something again :D hope you all enjoy
Warnings: yandere! Feitan, college au, female reader, body gore (not reader), murder, description of death, description of torture, description of.... deadlines
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“Great! I think I still have your number from that statistics project, so I’ll text you sometime soon.” You put your notebook back in your bag and smiled brightly, shoes clicking on the pavement as you turned to leave. “See you!” 
Feitan just held up a hand and waved ever so slightly. 
You left, leaving Feitan, Phinks and Chrollo by themselves, the latter two both looking at each other in confusion, Phinks, in particular, looking like he was struck by lightning. Chrollo controlled his emotions a bit better, and just fashioned a calm smile, turning to Feitan with the intention to clarify matters. 
“Who was that?”
“You mean what the fuck was that?” Phinks interrupted before Feitan could even begin to explain, the blonde’s eyes wide and hands flying into the air with an exaggerated motion. “’Interview about the wellbeing of international students on campus;?! Since when do you care about crap like that?”
“It is favour.” Feitan refused to show any kind of reaction. “She help me with applying for art project.”
That seemed to satisfy neithers question. 
“Pakunoda once busted you out of juvy and you didn’t show up the next day to her birthday because you ‘didn’t feel like it’.” Feitan’s indifference to the anecdote only fueled both men’s confusion at the sudden change of heart. “Since when do you do anything out of the kindness of your heart?”
“I pick you up from airport.”
“Six years ago, Fei!” 
Feitan shrugged.
“It is... a bit out of character for you.” Chrollo admitted, though he immediately shrugged off his own comment. “She must’ve helped you quite a deal.”
“If it bores, I leave.”
Feitan seemed to find that a fitting place to leave the conversation, and motioned for them all to resume moving towards the dorms, as they had been before you called him over. Chrollo seemed fine leaving things at that, but Phinks lingered, placing his hands behind his head and looking thoughtfully into the distance, before visibly coming to a conclusion about the incident that had taken place.
“Uhuh... I think i see what’s going on here.” Phinks mouth stretched to a mean-looking smirk, which contrasted rather heavily with the subject matter at hand. “Fei has finally found someone he likes.”
Feitan tsk’ed in annoyance.
“It would be no matter.” Chrollo interjected, giving permission to the hypothetical. “You know the rules..”
“Uncertain,” Feitan replied to that, less angrily than both had anticipated after the topic had been breached. It seemed the black-haired man had come to terms with the situation quite a while ago, though for outsiders he still seemed quite aggravated at the turn of events. “But possible.”
“Huh. I wouldn’t have guessed that to be your type. A bit preppy, if you ask me.”
“Luckily, I did not ask you to guess.”
Chrollo smiled, uncaring of the angry glares sent back and forth between the other two men. “It is none of my business, but I do also have to admit it surprises me. I’m curious to see how it’ll work.”
“If it work.” Feitan rebutted, uncomfortable with how long this conversation had been focused on his love life. “Unsure.”
In a remarkably casual fashion, Chrollo just pushed his hair back and crinkled his eyes, smiling at a group of people that walked nearby and greeted him. He was probably the only one that didn’t seem to find it annoying to be recognized everywhere on campus. “If you know, you know. Don’t take it too seriously.”
Phinks frowned suddenly. and was overcome with a wise look that didn’t suit him in the slightest. “Don’t break her legs. They don’t like that.”
Feitan’s lips quirked up. 
“Fine.”
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You’d texted him the next day, and he’d agreed to come over immediately.
The interview was quite short, especially since you quickly figured out you wouldn’t be able to get him to rant about anything. He would just shortly declare his annoyances about the campus, and then shut up. You didn’t really mind. Him being succinct would only make you grateful once you had to transcribe his words. 
Still, you’d poured him tea, and it had yet to even cool down, so it was time to stall.
“I saw your work in the art gallery, by the way!’ You suddenly remembered, eager to fill up the silence with whatever came to mind. It was true you’d walked past his work, though you tried to forget most of the pieces you’d seen, Feitan’s style a bit morbid for your tastes. It seemed he abhorred having to make anything less than horrifying. “I really liked the chimaera one.”
Liked? Well. Your attention had lingered on it longer, especially since it was the only one displaying nothing that made you uncomfortable.
The artpiece in question was a recreation of the old mythical beast, made with both clay and metal. The statue showed the beast hurled over in pain as the snake part of the beast rebelled against the rest of itself. The plate in front of the piece had described the statue as ‘a clash of nature forced within one self’, which had sounded pretentious to you at the time, but the words had grown on you as you’d thought about it more. 
“That one is popular.” Feitan shrugged. “People like mythical creatures.”
“Yeah, I guess. It looks cool.” It seemed he thought you were mainstream for only liking his more... conventional works, but you didn’t really mind that.  “But your paintings also get a lot of traction right? We got to do a piece on them a few months back, I remember.”
“Selection.” That topic seemed to annoy him, which you could understand. The editor had ranted to you many times about how disgusting he found Feitan’s art, and he must’ve let it shine through in making the article. “Most your editor deemed ‘too graphic’.” 
“Coward.” 
“Indeed.” His eyes rolled around the small office the university newspaper got to use. Most of it was camera equipment and various maps filled with possible articles in case of a slow news week. “What you working on?” 
You followed his gaze around the room, mentally trying to predict what he was probably thinking. It went against your nature to consider his train of thought special because of his title as an artist, but you couldn’t help but wonder what had piqued his interest in the paper cutter he was focused on.
It took a while before you realized you were asked a question.
“Oh, sorry, can you repeat that?”
He did, with a slight raise of his eyebrows, his unimpressed expression making your smile grow slightly less effortless. It was hard trying to look cheerful opposite of someone not even smiling casually.
“The disappearance of Summer Hawkins!” You shared excitedly, though your face fell immediately as you made eye contact with him, reminding yourself that a disappearance wasn’t necessarily a fun thing to share. “She was a journalist researching gang activity in the area, primarily relating to cybercrime, and she was reported missing three days after a piece was published on her blog about a series of DDoS attacks on this very campus. I’m trying to either find a clue to her location or a link between her disappearance and that last article.”
“Why.”
“Because that would mean the possible kidnappers or killers, depending on poor Summer’s state right now, could be linked to the campus.” You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and tried to finish your explanation, knowing you’d turn to stuttered rambling if he let you go on long enough. “Though I’m hoping nothing comes of it. Believe it or not, I’d rather write about the local chess club. This has the potential to be fearmongering, and that’s the last thing I want.”
“Uhuh.” Feitan leaned against his fist. “Seems morbid.”
“It is...” You lamented. “But everyone I talk to seems to brush it off, as if it’s not even worth considering!”
They’d been told to, Feitan reckoned. 
“Somehow, the more people tell me it’s not worth looking into,” As you spoke, your hands started animatedly enunciating your point, a glint in your eyes showing your dedication. “the more I want to keep looking.”
“Most of you are like that.”
“Ha. Yeah, I guess that summarizes most journalists, doesn’t it?”
“And is that all you work on?”
“Well, no, I also-”
Before you could try to stop yourself, he’d baited you into another rant, though you attempted to include him into the conversation many times. Each time he merely nodded, ignored your question, and rebutted with an even more intriguing line of thought that you just had to respond to.
Feitan wasn’t a man of many words, but he made his thoughts known through other methods. Whilst you were loud in voicing your thoughts, you did like his manner of expressing himself. Frowning, hand gestures, the elusive small smile that made your heart thrum with excitement at having elicited it from him... it all made for a very intriguing individual to read
By the time the conversation fell to a natural end, and the clock indicated a time you’d rather head home by, you grabbed his empty cup of tea and stacked them for later cleaning.
“Well, that was it, I think.” You grabbed the papers you’d written his answers on and ordened them accordingly. When asked why you didn’t just use a laptop for this, you said it felt more authentic this way. Journalism shouldn’t be constricted by digital spaces. “Thank you so much for your help! You’re really a lifesaver, no one else wanted to help me.”
He just nodded and tapped his fingers on his umbrella. “When again?”
“Another interview?” Surprise shot across your face, and you looked down at your notes as if you’d missed something. “It was only supposed to be one.”
“No.” Suppressing the urge to say something spiteful, Feitan tried to remain calm as he spoke. The effort it took to achieve this was immense. “When do I see you again?”
It was silent for a few moments.
...
And then you understood.
You lit up. “I’d really like that! My number is on that slip of paper I handed you earlier, so just text me when you feel up to it.”
“Tonight.”
“O-oh? Yeah, yeah, sure!” His tenacity in meeting again surprised you, but you just chalked it up to the fact that this meeting had gone very well. “That sounds fun. My dormmates are out tonight so we could just chill at my place?”
The words had sounded less suggestive in your head, as you now realized it basically sounded like you wanted him alone in your dorm room, which was the case, but you didn’t want to be so obvious about it. What if he was put off by your forwardness? Well... he’d been pretty forward too, so it was probably okay?
Oh god, was this a date? Should you ask if it was a date? There wasn’t really a load of sexual tension brimming between you two, but the mutual push to spend more time together, alone even, felt more like a romance thing that you’d anticipated beforehand. You weren’t sure how you’d respond to it if he made a move, but you wanted to see and experience it anyway.
You’d probably understand your own feelings if you were confronted with them. 
“We could watch a movie...?” You suggested, freaking out at the lack of an answer. “If that’s something you’d like?”
Feitan stood up and nodded. “I’ll be there.”
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The ‘date’ went well, Feitan reckoned, and so did the meetings after that.
He liked you, at the very least.
You were excited, brimming with energy, yet still knew when to shut up and listen. All your time was spent finding things to write about, chasing clues and etching first drafts, but he liked your passion, liked how you directed it toward him with just the tiniest nudge. You were also clearly infatuated with him, sweaty hands and dilated pupils looking for him at every move he made. 
Your schedule was becoming a problem, however. 
It was annoying having to drag you away from your work just so he could have those eyes on him for a while, a ludicrous thing to want, and yet he wanted it. It was one of those things best kept to himself. 
Responses to his texts were late, you had to go early on numerous occasions to catch up on work and school, all the while juggling the horde of people that needed something from you. Calls, emails, visits to your room. It seemed everyone wanted a bit of your time, and Feitan wasn’t really enjoying it.
Lately, your work frustrated even yourself. There were no further clues to Summer Hawkins’ location, the editor of the newspaper had veto’d your piece for the second time this month, claiming your work was too serious to appeal to the college readers, and the stress of it all clearly took a great deal out of you. 
He wouldn’t have cared, until you rainchecked a hang-out with his friends. 
It was still early in the relationship, he couldn’t blame you too badly, but still he’d wanted to throw out your laptop and drag you with him when he’d seen the text. He’d announced you’d be there. He’d told Chrollo you’d be there.
Feitan didn’t like to have to go back on his word. 
But things like this were easily fixed.
His little journalist couldn’t stop looking for a break in a story?
Better give you one. 
Unlocking the door, along with the several separate locks he’d installed in the length of the door, he stepped down the flight of stairs, finding the light switch at the bottom with ease. As soon as the light flickered to life, the body of Summer Hawkins gaped at him, her body crawling with flies and filling the basement with a mouldy scent. 
“Good evening.” Said Feitan, more out of a sense of dramatics than actual purpose.
As expected, the corpse just dangled in silence, the rattling of the iron handcuffs she hung by comprising most of her answer. 
It would do no good to leave you traumatized, so he stitched her back up, at least so her ribs weren’t fully visible from a front view. He popped her jaw back in place, and at the last minute decided to tie her mouth shut in a way that wasn’t obvious, hiding the rows of missing teeth. 
When he decided she looked just like any old corpse, he opened a dark-brown closet in the corner of the room, which was filled to the brim with paraphernalia correlating with his hobby, and stuffed her body inside a body bag for transport. 
Now he just needed to plant her body somewhere discrete, and send you an anonymous text. A part of him was devising an entire scavenger hunt, but he decided that would make it too obvious you were the focus. Best to just make it seem like the killer read the articles you wrote and decided to reward you for a job well done. 
Chrollo had given permission to give the body to the public, so he might as well let it be found by someone who knew what to do with it. It felt efficient.
You found it the very same night.
And reacted as Feitan had expected.
“Article?! This is bigger! Way bigger than the local newspaper. I’ve been getting texts all night asking for interviews!” While you had just downed your third cup of coffee, you already made moves to stand up and refill. Feitan just placed a hand on your shoulder and pushed you back down to sit, clearly unwilling to watch you overdose on caffeine in front of him.
It was like you hadn’t even processed his touch, your skin feeling electric at the prospect of making your own name in journalism. You knew your urge to make this story phenomenal wasn’t exactly morally upstanding, but it was the only way to interpret the events of today without panicking. You’d found a body. Texted the location by an anonymous source. This wasn’t real. “I heard they are getting like... secret agents involved.”
Feitan scoffed. Those amateurs wouldn’t find anything worthwhile. 
You’d called him first, in tears, asking what to do. It’d made him laugh quite a bit, so he’d muted himself first, before eventually handing you instructions when you started worrying if he was even on the line. 
Now, you were both in your dorm, electronics turned off to give you some peace of mind. Lazing back on the faux leather couch, you just covered your face with your hands, the man beside you watching with amused eyes.
“Big day.”
“Yeah...”
Removing your fingers from your face, you side-eyed him, just in time to see him tilt his head in mild confusion.
If it was with him, it was probably okay to share what you truly felt. You figured him to be a guy that would understand. “It feels weird, thinking about the articles in a time like this.” 
“Isn’t this what you been looking?”
“Yeah, I guess, but I do still feel a bit shaken up.” You murmured. “She was just laying there... eyes all popping out. The smell... oh god the smell was the worst of it. Like she’d been dead for ages.”
She had been, Feitan thought. “Did it disturb?”
“Yeah... but at least she’s found, right? The family can have their funeral.” You shivered but smiled immediately after to dissipate the sudden heavy atmosphere. “Sorry, this is a lot. I don’t wanna freak you out with dead-body talk. I’m also sorry I called you out of the blue... I didn’t know who else to call.”
Feitan laughed out loud, a sound you’d never heard before. You liked his laugh, even if it sounded a tad deranged. It was shitty to make comments about people’s way of expressing joy, so you kept that thought to yourself.
“Whaaat? Is that a weird thing to worry about? It’s awful to think about.”
When the laughter died down, Feitan finally deigned your question with a response, his lips still quirking upward as if on the verge of more laughter. “It’s nothing. Funny how you worry for my response.”
“C’mon! You might draw gory art, but that isn’t the same as the real thing.” Your eyes suddenly popped wide open. “Have you ever seen a corpse?”
“A few.”
“Ahhh, probably for your art, right?”
He didn’t correct you, and you didn’t seem to want to pry, probably since you didn’t want to hear any more about dead bodies. The memory was still too fresh. 
“So what’s next?”
“Pulitzer prize. Obviously.”
“You just want attention,” Feitan said it without any venom. “What is the highest prize for a journalist?”
“That’s mean! I’m just passionate, I’m not in this for attention.” You sulked. “And I think that’s it? I don’t really know any other major prizes for journalism.”
“Police-induced suicide?”
“Ohhh, good one.” You agreed. “I’d love to be killed by the government. Really nails home how right I am.”
“Or killer.”
You paused.
“Or I could be killed by them, of course.” Suddenly a thought dawned on you, one Feitan had led you toward, wanting to see the flash of realization move across your face. “This might be silly to worry about, but you don’t think they’ll go after me, right?”
“They went after Summer.” He smiled beneath his cowl. “A journalist.”
“Not funny.” You still smiled, but Feitan could see how worry had started forming in the back of your mind. “It’s fine. They wanted me to find her body, obviously. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have sent the text.”
“Perhaps.”
“Don’t freak me out.” You frowned. “I mean it.”
Feitan wouldn’t apologize. “Just don’t walk alone at night.”
“Oh god, I won’t. Never again.” You hugged your knees close to your chest and chipped away at your nail polish. The dorm room wasn’t very well insulated, and the soft sound of some Steely Dan could be heard through your walls, invading the moment between the two of you.  “You can just escort me everywhere and whack every killer with your umbrella.”
“Fine.” Feitan agreed. “I’ll pick you up after class tomorrow.”
“I’m not being serious.” You said, rather surprised he took your joke so seriously. “That’s way too much.”
Feitan immediately startled you further by suddenly scooting over, sitting closer to you than he ever had before. He clearly liked personal space, so you’d never gone and sat so close to him, and he had never indicated wanting it differently, but now he looked at you as if the removed distance felt like a weight off of his shoulder. 
His face was close to yours, and the uncertainty to what he was doing made your nerves work overtime. His eyes were dark, and when he spoke it sounded teasing as if it was meant more as a mocking statement than a genuine question. “Would it make you feel safer?”
“I... I guess?”
His laugh was cruel, as if that was the most idiotic thing you could’ve said. “Then it is fine.”
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raisinripe · 6 months
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behind the scenes in the auction arc
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thestaronhischeek · 11 months
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More updates on how cute the hunter x hunter manga is!!
(This one is in chapter 101) Just look how happy they are!!(Chrollos face is adorable!!)
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(This one is in chapter 104) These are just too cute!!
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