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ddarker-dreams · 1 year

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Spider Spectacles.

Chrollo x F Reader.

Various snippets that take place in the Hell Within Reach universe.

Warnings: Some mild not SFW implications, mentions of blood/violence (not towards Reader). Word count: 3.1k.

Phinks can’t believe these same hands that are capable of breaking necks with ease can’t tie a fucking tie.

If that isn’t bad enough, he’s stuck in this ridiculously restrictive suit, the fabric scratchy against his skin. Why anyone would actively choose to wear something like this is beyond him. From his perspective, it wreaks of being pretentious. To make matters worse, he’s fighting against the clock here. You’re to be his “date” for infiltrating tonight’s job. He’s holding things up with how long this is taking.

Just when he’s fantasizing over how he’ll choke some socialite goon with this stupid piece of fabric, you enter his line of sight. Though you’re wearing high heels, your footsteps made no sound, and he’d been too preoccupied with this torture device to sense your presence properly.

You stand before him, dressed elegantly, adorned in jewelry and more prominent makeup. Unlike himself, blending in with those plutocrats won’t pose an issue for you. He wonders if somewhere past your perfectly poised countenance, behind the drawn curtains that obscure your eyes’ true feelings, is there any prejudice toward him? Or the rest of the Troupe as a whole? Shal said you come from a family of bigwigs; why exactly you joined the Spider is beyond him.

He supposes he should trust in Chrollo’s judgment. That’s easier said than done, though.

Tonight would serve as an imperative litmus test. Both you and Phinks were to be the vanguard. Only Paku had seen you in action before, he can’t help but be curious about how it’ll go. Will you squirm at the sight of limbs being torn off? Swoon over disembowelment? Complain should any blood and gore splatter across your pretty dress?

He’ll know soon enough. For now, he assumes it’s only a matter of time before you turn on your heel, uninterested in a commoner’s woes.

Hah. There it is. You’re parting your painted lips, he can’t wait to stamp out whatever propriety-filled nonsense you spew—

“Could I be of any assistance?”

He sets his mouth in a thin, firm line. As much as he’d love to make a point by telling you no, he is technically the reason why you’re tight on time. Had there been the slightest hint of arrogance in your demeanor, he would’ve told you to fuck off, but as things currently stand, that’d be uncalled for.

“... Knock yourself out.”

With this, you set out to work, your hands finding the loose fabric hanging around his neck. It occurs to him then that he’s never seen you without gloves on. You’re always wearing that black leather pair, or in this case, opera gloves. He makes a mental note to talk to Shal for his theories later.

Phinks is treated to a whiff of your perfume when you get closer to him. It’s subtle yet pleasant, though he can’t quite put his finger on what specifically makes it up. Vanilla for sure. He’s smelled worse. Those harpies love to soak themselves in the most egregious scents in existence. He finds himself favoring Meteor City’s stench over the aroma found in high society functions.

Your ensemble isn’t needlessly flashy. Diamond stud earrings with a matching necklace and an off-the-shoulder navy blue evening dress. You must’ve used that woman paint or whatever it’s called to cover up your Spider tattoo. You haven’t plastered makeup on thick enough to make it seem like you moonlight as a clown either.

Before he knows it, you’re done. You straight then tie, then his lapels, smoothing over the many creases born from his frustration. Phinks feels his face heat up, despite the cold surroundings from the poorly insulated abandoned building. He coughs into his hands to cover up this damning evidence.

“Thank you for your patience,” the way you speak is so calm, so assured without spilling into arrogance. He thinks he’s catching a hint of an accent too. “I’ll be waiting outside. I look forward to working with you, Phinks.”

“Uh… yeah, same here.”

You pause, having apparently not expected him to return the sentiment verbally. After a moment’s deliberation, you nod, your face betraying nothing. He finds himself staring at the back of your figure until you’re out of sight. Huffing, he shoves his hands into his pockets, cursing himself for his momentary enchantment. He wasn’t able to be as passive-aggressive as he had hoped to better gauge your character.

This proves nothing, he thinks. I still can’t consider her one of us.

After a few unnecessarily long seconds, he manages to get back into his usual rhythm. He walks down the same path you did, kicking a rock while he does so, the sound echoing throughout the vast empty space. Phinks thinks back to the utmost care you displayed in helping him with such a menial task. It’s such a small, silly thing, but he can’t get the sight out of his head. What a pain this is turning out to be.

Well, Paku did ask him to get along with you… maybe it won’t be as egregious a notion as he originally thought. Maybe. He’ll have to give it some serious thought. So if he’s caught up in how pretty you smell, it’s for a very good reason, he tells himself.

ii.

“You have a very steady heartbeat.”

You’re tracing abstract art into his skin. Shapes, letters, the most memorable sentences from the book you just read; anything your satisfied yet weary mind could concoct.

Following the end of your passionate rendezvous, you’ve found yourself resting your head against Chrollo’s chest. In doing so, you’ve become intimately aware of several elements of his anatomy. His heartbeat is the most prominent addition.

His coarse fingers glide over the flesh of your forearm in an absentminded fashion. “Do you find it off-putting?”

The genuine candor backing his inquiry makes you scrunch your eyebrows together. “I can’t imagine why I would.”

You are both anomalies. Beings that exist in their own sphere, separate from the rest. If not for his conviction to seek you out, you would’ve remained a specter, intangible to all but a few. The peculiar life you have lived up until this point gives you little leverage to judge from.

“… It’s just a thought,” you hear the low rumble in his chest when he speaks. He takes your wrist into his hands, his thumb pressing against your pulse. Your breath catches in your throat. “I’ve come to realize that you’re better at being human than I am.”

“Better at being human?” You repeat the words back slowly, as if learning a new language. It’s foreign enough to essentially count. You might think it a joke if it had been coming from anyone else.

His free hand nestles itself in between your thighs. Despite yourself, the many years of training to have total control over your every bodily function — voluntarily and involuntary — your heart skips a beat. With enough focus, you rein the traitorous back under control, feeling defeated somehow.

“Come now, don’t pout.”

“I’m doing no such thing,” is your petulant response. You then take a deep breath to steady your voice. “This is a physiological response I haven’t adequately prepared myself for. With enough intentionality, I’ll get better at it.”

Silence ensues. You shift in your spot, discontentment suddenly flooding you. It’s a rare dilemma indeed for Chrollo to go quiet for so long. While the air itself isn’t thick or dripping with tension, an unknown energy buzzes throughout.

“I hadn’t intended to critique your abilities, dear.”

There’s something different about his voice — almost an underlying unsteadiness to it. You part your lips, a question blooming then wilting on your tongue at the small chuckle that slips from him. He tries to school himself, and while he achieves mild success, he ultimately succumbs to whatever has amused him.

His heartbeat quickens ever so slightly.

Anyone else may have missed it, but not you. Not when your senses are so attuned to your surroundings as they are.

“You might be getting better at ‘being human’, boss,” your lips curve upward. “Either that, or we’re both losing our touch.”

He hums and gives your thigh a squeeze. “Does the idea bother you?”

“No,” you respond in truth. Far faster than you thought you would too. “And what about you?”

“I believe it should, but…”

He trails off to navigate the tangled web that is his thoughts. Eventually, he arrives at a conclusion, one that transforms the buzz in the atmosphere to a soothing thrum.

“If you’re the cause, I can’t say I mind.”

iii.

“It’s delusion… pure delusion.”

This guy has spirit; Chrollo will give him that.

He sits hunched over in a chair, matted hair obscuring his bloodshot eyes. He sputters out a cough, blood coming up with it, and the abrupt pressure on his chest causes his swollen face to contort in pain. His spit is red when it hits the floor, a few loose hanging teeth clattering alongside it.

Still, the night is young. Chrollo would be sure to keep a close enough eye on his vitals so as to prevent a premature death. That just wouldn’t do. Not when there’s plenty more in store.

“It’s always the same… with lowborn scum like you,” the man rasps out. “Chasing after… what you can’t have. What’ll never belong to you.”

The man rolls his head back, chuckling despite the ache that accompanies doing so. “Lady [First] is in a league above your own. Whatever you think you have working out well for you now… it’s not meant to last.”

Chrollo dislikes hearing your name come from this man’s lips. He’s in a chatty mood now, likely wanting to hurt Chrollo in any way he possibly can. Given the insurmountable gap in physical strength, this must be what he’s left with, bitter words and desperate insults. It’s amusing in its own way. That this completely inconsequential individual thinks himself capable of driving a wedge between you and Chrollo.

Amusing, but mildly grating all the same.

“You know it’s true,” he tries again at the silence on Chrollo’s part. “That’s why you aren’t saying anything.”

More like I don’t consider you worth the effort, Chrollo muses. Or the air.

Another cough — followed up by more blood. The internal bleeding must be getting worse. Did Chrollo misjudge the strength behind his blows? No, that isn’t possible. He flexes his fingers, blankly staring down at his fists. It’s been a long time since he’s tortured someone in a way that got his hands dirty. This was a unique case, however, he wanted to feel the snap of bones and rip of cartilage.

It brought him satisfaction that he didn’t know he needed.

“When she learns the truth about who you are, it’ll all be over. Just you wait. Meteor City trash.”

This conclusion must’ve seemed definitive enough to the man, for he cuts his monologue short and gives the slightest crooked smile. As if he said anything worthwhile. As if he won whatever one-sided battle he thinks he’s fighting.

Chrollo wonders if he should take out his tongue so the man might witness how worthless the muscle is.

Maybe the man’s right that you’re in a league above his own. You were born into a world that he painstakingly crawled his way into, over mountains upon mountains of decaying corpses. Pure nobility, a hallowed ancestral line that can be found in historic textbooks. There are paintings of your ancestors in the most esteemed locations whereas Chrollo knows nothing of his heritage.

At first, he had set out to make you his greatest conquest, a thief’s magnum opus.

And now he would gladly lay down his life for you, or take as many lives as you wanted, should that be your desire.

He far prefers how fate discouraged his original designs.

Chrollo looks down on this poor, misguided man, who thought himself the vanguard of your honor without knowing the slightest thing about you. Your brilliant mind, latent depravity, and vicious loyalty, hidden behind a prim veneer. He can’t blame the man for falling for it. He almost did himself.

Finally, Chrollo gives him a single verbal response. He sees no reason to offer more than that. Not when everything he wants to say can be encapsulated so easily. Short and sweet, the way it should be.

“And if I told you she’s already aware?”

The man’s ragged breath gets caught in his throat. “That isn’t… surely that isn’t possible.”

Chrollo will let him ruminate on it.

After all, despair is best brewed within, as no one can find a worse enemy than their own thoughts.

iv.

Pakunoda has a tall glass of white wine, the glass’ rim stained with her burgundy lipstick.

Machi is sipping on a beer the restaurant had on tap.

Then there’s you, holding your water with lemon, occasionally stirring it with your straw.

In the background, a pianist tickles the ivories, adding to the general pleasant ambiance. There’s chatter from patrons, the clinking of silverware, and the waitstaff coming to and fro. Your soul feels at ease. Good company and good food are a balm for all woes.

“Your turn,” Pakunoda inclines her head toward you. Her diamond earrings catch the light and twinkle. “What’s the strangest Nen ability you’ve encountered?”

You’ve never considered yourself the best storyteller, but your audience of two is familiar, lessening the burdens of social pressure. Pakunoda regaled you both with a witty anecdote of her experience, whereas Machi’s dry and succinct account had its own charm. You comb your memory for a standout encounter to capture their interest with.

After a moment’s consideration, you land on just the thing.

“It was a couple of years ago,” you begin. “I was assigned a job to look into cargo that was stolen in transit, due to it posing a biohazard risk. When I finally narrowed down the search, it was in this tepid marshland. I sensed multiple lifeforms keeping an eye on me, but the aura didn’t belong to anything human.”

Pakunoda raises an eyebrow and Machi hums.

You take a sip of refreshing water before continuing, “Eventually, I found the hazardous material. There were no signs of the perpetrator, however. But when I got within ten feet of the barrels, it triggered some sort of automatic response. The lifeforms that were observing me finally came out and attacked.”

You exhale softly through your nose when you recall what happens next.

“The lifeforms were frogs.”

“Frogs?” Pakunoda questions, her lips morphing into a smile. “Actual frogs, or frogs made from Nen?”

“They were actual frogs, under a Manipulator’s control,” you reveal. Machi snorts. “As for the Nen user… I never found them. I did find human remains inside the frogs, though. My personal theory is that the prolonged exposure killed the user, activating post-mortem Nen. The bodies of the guards and the truck driver weren’t at the initial scene of the attack. I assume the frogs served a similar cleanup utility to Shizuku’s ability, but with a condition to consume deceased organisms.”

“So they ate their dead user?” Machi asks. You nod. “That’s fucked up.”

“... It did change my perception of frogs.”

When they both laugh, you can’t help but join them.

The remainder of the night is spent in high spirits, swapping stories and deepening your bonds.

“See anything interesting?” Chrollo queries.

“Hm?”

“It’s the third time you’ve looked over my shoulder in the past minute,” he explains. He chuckles softly at your nonplussed expression. “I hope it isn’t the male attendant who has caught your eye. I might get jealous.”

“Of course not,” you huff. He can be so troublesome at times, poking and prodding with that handsome smile of his. Your irritation never lasts long — he knows how to rile you up and pacify you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the banter, though.

“Is it the dress, then?” he asks. You give yourself away by fidgeting slightly. “Ah. So it is.”

Chrollo’s otherworldly perception shouldn’t surprise you by now, yet in moments like this, you wonder how he has such insight into the human mind. He hadn’t looked behind himself once to identify what was in your line of sight. Did he catch how your gaze lingered on the boutique earlier and memorize its position? What lengths he goes to.

When you purse your lips, he presses on. “I can get it for you if you want.”

“It isn’t…” you trail off, finding it difficult to form the proper words, “It isn’t a style that would suit me.”

It's a light pink a-line dress at teacup length with floral lace trimmings. Very soft, very feminine.

Very not you.

He raises an eyebrow. “You’ve worn dresses before.”

“Well, yes. I have to for certain functions. Besides, none of them are like… like that.”

You stare down at your gloved hands, which are folded on your lap. It’s silly, ridiculous, even, this hollowness in your chest cavity you feel when you see certain things. There’s this yearning that leads you astray like the Pied Piper’s song. Your teacher advised you against indulging in needless excess. Everything from the food you eat to your clothes; it should be practical and purposeful. These are the tenets you were instilled with from as early on as you can remember.

“Like what?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You know very well what I mean.”

Chrollo rests his cheek on his fist. “Perhaps. I know what covetous eyes look like even better.”

“It isn’t worth dwelling on,” you straighten out a wrinkle in your clothes. “It’s pretty, that’s all there is to it.”

“It’d look far prettier on you.”

Heat floods your cheeks and your lips part. You go to say something, but find yourself unable, settling for clearing your throat instead. The smile on his face is different from those he uses with the intent to charm. It’s gentle, almost tender. There’s an underpinning of fondness that he reveals to no one aside from you.

You allow yourself one last glance at the dress before returning to your prior conversation, discussing the last book you’d both read.

The following morning, you open your closet door while wiping the sleep from your eyes. You assess the display of garments in familiar shades of black, gray, and occasionally navy blue. At the end of the hanging rack, however, you spot something that sticks out like a sore thumb. Something that was most definitely not there when you went to bed last night.

You run your fingers over the light pink fabric, biting back a giddy smile while you do so.

Chrollo is given a kiss on the cheek when handed his morning coffee.

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chrollosbiggeststan · 9 months

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i saw you asked for ideas i was thinking about a yandere chrollo ( if you don't write yandere content it's okay you can make it romantic) in a high school AU where he has a crush on the nerd classmate who don't really like him. so to get their attention he sits beside them during class; takes their stuff ; talk to them even though they don't like it. and when his friends are just done with his love sick ass; he in the other hand develops such a severe obsession that he starts to stalk the reader around. steal their clothes and stuff and you know my boy chrollo is a helpless romantic so expect flowers and dark romantic poems on their pillow when they come back home. he even steals her perfume brand and buys it so he can put it on his pillow and clothes. of cores the reader are not stupid they know someone was following them around and they find out eventually that it him. the thing about the reader is that they are your typical i don't really give a single fuck i have more important stuff to worry about; your love sick ass doesn't bother me and that how he finds himself in the weirdest relationship ever. with him being a softy love sick for them and them just accepting his presence around them.

i wish this will get your attention and that writing this will only bring you joy. i wish you a great day and stay hydrated ❤

here is act boy chrollo to make your day babay

Wow that’s such a cute photo 🤭🤭 I’ll get to everyone slowly don’t worry y’all I had so many spam me up😭😭😭 the HxH really thirsty 🤪🤣

Tysm you cutie patootie🥺 (this so satire I don’t act like this believe me💀)

Obsessive chrollo x *idgaf type reader!

WARNINGS!!!!

Obsessive behavior, stalking, cussing but that ant bad, thoughts of kidnapping, he has freaky thoughts about you, steals your stuff, breaking into your home.

That’s really it good luck!!

Chrollo had been seeing you around class.. you had caught his eye, all the other girls normally flock around him but you seem to stuck in your study’s to care about him.. or Any boys, he would often see boys walk up to you and you walk pass then like they are simple not there. Chrollo likes an challenge though.

*your pov*

I was siting down in the middle row of the class fidgeting with my pencil bored asf.. “hey ——— how have you been? Winter break was extremely long this year.. i don’t know how I went that long without seeming your face.” Oh great he’s here.. “oh hey chrollo.. class is about to start go sit down or somthing?” I question him.. he’s standing right in my so I can’t see the front of the class. “Of course I’ll sit, we’ll it seems the seat in front of you in not taken I’ll take that!” Before I can say anything he takes his seat and jate the boy who normal sits In front of me jsut stares at me.. like into my soul….. sorry dude can’t really stop him he’s in his own world. Jate sits in the back row.

Class begins and I swear chrollos big ass head was in my way… I tap his shoulder “hey could you move over a little bit I can’t see?”

Chrollo laughs a little “I’ll move but only if you agree to hang out with me after school.. “yeah as if..” i roll my eyes. Class ends and I’m getting up going to grab my pencil and seeing that it’s missing.. I look around and see if it fell on the floor. “It must of fell on the floor and someone thought it was free grabs.” Ugh broke ass kids can’t even get a pencil..

*chrollos pov*

“Ready to see it guys?” I say happily, “chrollo I swear if you flash us somthing…” machi sighs “nope it’s somthing even better…” phinks eyes light up “you got sent nudes didn’t you?” Phinks questions jokein. “NOPE! I got ——— pencil!” There face drops…. “You what?” They all say “chrollo your joking? This is why you called us here?” “Chrollo your getting a little crazy about her don’t you think?” They all are dumbfounded why was chrollo so obsessed with this girl? Sure she’s super pretty but she’s quiet an- “and she will be mine” chrollos energy around him changes “yeah we will just leave you alone for know..”

The group do chrollos friends leave him alone at the outside table leaving him alone with his thoughts about you… and what he will do to you when your his..

*your pov*

I Walk inside of my apartment, my mom is a nurse and works 18 hour shifts all day every day. It’s a little chilly inside my room but that’s how I like it. 60 c is the best way to keep it (amen cold better then hot)

I Take a shower change and spray my favorite perfume. All around my room. I spray it into my fan so it can be free.. I love it sm it has to be everywhere I love it smm!!!!!!

I Walk to my bed and pull my covers around me and pass Df out.

The window to her room opens slowly and a dark figure walks into her room taking a deep breath in, “wow smells just like her” chrollo takes a second to look around before he tip toes around her room stealing some of her shorts, shirt, shit even socks and underwear,

Before getting to your perfume.. he snatched that up to before quickly making a run for it and jumping out your window… and running back to his house… 3 miles away… holding all your stuff and a bag.. like a little theif..

*the next day*

You wake up to a mess around your room.. you get a little bit crazy and night so you really didn’t think anything of it to be fear.

*at school*

Chrollo was not here today.. we’re could he have gone??

*chrollos pov*

I was at the strip mall looking around for a luxury perfume store, found it.. I walk into the store showing the person at the counter what I wanted.. and what I needed.. I missed school today for this but It will be worth it… I get the purfume and walk out the store.. time to walk all the way home….

*your pov*

You get home and pass out.. chrollo missed a super big test today and is going to have to use his free day tm to redo it.. thank goodness I won’t have to deal with him..

*next day*

I Walk into school. I found my perfume last night it went missing the other day but it was just on the left side of my dresser.. suprise do didn’t See honestly, I walk up to my locker and smell somthing.. that’s my- I see chrollo…? And he’s..? USING MY PERFUME SAME BRAND AND BOTTLE?! I walk up to him and stare into his soul.. “chrollo what is this??

Chrollo looks up at her “me showing my love for you.. your scent all over me so all the girls know I’m yours”

OK THATS THE END LOVE YALL ILL TRY UPLOADING TM LOVE YA🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years

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Hii kimbaaap, me 🍮 again. I'd like to know your opinions about each of the troupe members morality. As in how inhumane they are, how bad could they get as a person. What I've seen from Japanese fans, the one that are considered as "lacking in morals" are, not in any order: Chrollo, Feitan, Phinks, and Shalnark. Where from high to low for the mooncake trio: Phinks > Shalnark > Feitan (obviously). Tell me what you think 🥺

Hello! This is an interesting ask, thank you!

Before I start, I just want to say that it's fine to like the Phantom Troupe and hate what they have done. I know some people have different opinions on whether or not to like characters like this, but it's all fiction, so no big worries here.

The entire Phantom Troupe definitely has questionable morals, but what I noticed with a lot of Chrollo interpretations is that he isn't as bad as I thought he would be. There's x reader stories where he's pretty soft, even I'm guilty of this haha. But I feel like I agree with the Japanese fans in saying Chrollo is definitely one of the most inhumane. I try my best to show this when writing, sort of like how even if y/n is a Kurta, no matter how much he may have loved them, the minute he realizes who they really are it's sort of like "ah, I could kill more and earn more from it," sort of idea. It's horrible, but I can't see this man being soft in reality. This is unless he really cares for someone, but even then it can be unhealthy. For example, if you say you don't like someone and you wish they would get hurt, you will see them hurt. If you ask him why he did that, he'll just quote you and expect you to be happy with it. Also expect to live by Meteor City rules! I have this whole Meteor City idea that ties with the Phantom Troupe, and most of the actions Chrollo does has to do with it. Most of it is also immoral to many countries and most people, but Meteor City runs with different rules so Chrollo doesn't think it's bad.

Then with the others that lack morals, like Feitan, Phinks and Shalnark, I feel like this is definitely true. Phinks is more or less of the brute in the group, sort of like Uvo, while Feitan is a literal torturer. Shalnark considers people as his toys or devices, thus being pretty immoral. Uvo might be added here because of how he likes to challenge people into death battles, but it's not as bad as Hisoka.

Either way, this was super fun to think about. I want to write more dark fics for Chrollo or maybe dive a bit deeper into Kurta/Meteor City stuff. Thank you once again!

#hxh #hxh phantom troupe #phantom troupe headcanons #hxh chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #hxh phinks #phinks magcub #hxh feitan #feitan portor #hxh shalnark #shalnark ryusei #anon ask

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kiame-sama · 2 years

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Could you please write a story of your A/B/O AU with the Troupe and them having a pack Omega, like the one the Zoldyck family has. I'd prefer if the Troupe met the Omega "naturally" instead of buying them though; for example, they were hiding their status and were at a heist of the Troupe but the stress revealed it and the Troupe decided to keep them. That's just an example through feel free to do any "natural" (for the Troupe) meeting. No cruelty towards the Omega please, though implied/background is ok due to the nature of your AU's society.

Silk Omega - (Yandere!Phantom Troupe x Omega!Reader)

Hope this is 'natural' enough of a way to meet their omega and gain their trust.

Warnings: abo au, only about 1000 omegas exist world wide, affectionate behavior towards omega, yandere, yandere behavior, polyamorous relationship, murder, mention of kidnapping, mention of binds, liberation, cuddles.

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A phantom scent carried on the wind and towards the group in pursuit of the caravan. Supposedly countless valuable goods were being transported in this caravan and the troupe planed on taking everything they could get their hands on. Ideally, everything in the caravan would come into the hands of the Phantom Troupe and the caravan wouldn't make it to a final destination. All was going well and the Troupe was currently going over the current plan of striking when the caravan stopped for the evening, a snow storm beginning to settle in the clouds above.

While the Troupe had been tailing the caravan, a specific scent continued to occasionally appear on the wind from the caravan. A scent none of the Troupe members were familiar with was very faint but indeed present among the traveling goods and that made everyone curious. As far as they were aware, the only things being transfered in the caravan were precious stones and metals. Nothing should be present that has such a unique and distinct scent.

"Shalnark, Nobunaga, Franklin, Uvogin, and I will deal with the brunt of the guards and keep them focused on us. Feitan, Phinks, Shizuku, and Bonolenov will prioritize moving the goods to the secure location. Kortopi will keep watch for reinforcements. Pakunoda, Machi, I want you two to go in first and prioritize finding the source of that scent. Once identified, contact me and we will continue with the plan from there depending on what you two find."

The spiders agreed to their roles and waited patiently for the caravan to stop for the evening. As the group eventually stopped and set up camp, the Troupe observed the different guard postings around the goods. Nightfall came quickly meaning the two spiders would go in first to find the mysterious scent that came from somewhere within the caravan.

It was almost too easy for the intruders to slide past the guards and avoid detection, starting with the nearest cart and working their way through in pursuit of the scent. One cart in particular was different from the others, sealed tightly on all sides minus a single access point at the back. A surprisingly high-grade lock was installed into the metallic door, but it was not high-grade enough to keep Machi from picking the lock.

The two silently decided to have Pakunoda stand guard and Machi enter the sealed container. If the scent was coming from inside the container, they should minimize the amount of time the access port is open in case the increased scent gives their position away. Machi was also faster than Pakunoda at silently incapacitating threats, both believing there to be an endangered animal being smuggled into the destination, hence the scent blocking walls of the container. The pink haired female was quick to enter and close the access hatch behind her, eyes widening when she turned around to look at the contents of the sealed cart.

Laying within a cage further in was a soft looking human woman wrapped in silk clothing, blindfold secured over her eyes and hands bound to prevent her from removing the blindfold. The cage was lined with soft blankets and pillows, though it was clear the woman inside was more than likely a kidnapping victim instead of a willing participant. Machi was at first confused by the sight before everything seemed to click into place with the sudden realization of just what this female was.

The scent, the secrecy, the cage, the guards, it all made sense. The woman inside the cage wasn't just any woman, she was an Omega. No doubt the container being built specifically to retain heat and scent in order to transport stolen or kidnapped omegas in a relatively controlled environment. Machi didn't want to wait to free the captive omega, the distressed scent coming from the unconscious woman making her want to act, but Chrollo was the boss. Chrollo would make a decision on what they should do with the priceless treasure they happened to stumble across.

With a quick motion she pressed redial on her burner phone, finding even the few seconds of ringing to be too long before a click indicated the lead spider answered.

"Boss, we found the source of the scent within a scent blocking transfer cart. You aren't going to believe what is inside. An omega. A live, unmated, unmarked omega. The gems and metals are a distraction from the real prize. She doesn't look injured other than some bruising around her neck and an injection site where a sedative was likely administered. She was clearly drugged and caged, but she seems healthy otherwise."

A moment of silence hung in the air before Chrollo spoke, his usual calm tone having an almost excited edge to it.

"Protect her while we deal with the guards. From there, we can decide what should be done with her."

Machi didn't need to be told twice, settling down by the omega and checking over more thoroughly to ensure she was uninjured. The thick walls of the container muted most sounds from the outside, though the chaos didn't need to be heard to be felt. There would be no one to contest against the troupe and once the loose ends were out of the way, the cart was opened enough to let the scent out, but keep the heat in.

The other spiders stood anxiously outside, Chrollo likely having told them just what Machi had come across within the sealed container. The scent from the omega clearly impacted the whole troupe as they glanced at the container with a mixture of curiosity and desire.

"So, that's what an omega smells like, huh?"

"What should we do with her?"

"Maybe we should sell her?"

"Why sell when we can just keep her?"

"Do you know how much people would pay for an omega like her?"

Chrollo signaled for silence and the side chatter stopped immediately, all eyes on their leader. It was clear the troupe was keen to hear what Chrollo had to say on the matter, uncertain how to move forward with such a find.

"As I see it, there are two possible choices we can make regarding this omega. We can sell her, as the caravan likely intended to, or we keep her. Keeping her means she will belong to the troupe. She will be shared among the troupe members and those in the troupe have rights to mate her and mark her. I will remain neutral unless a tie breaker is needed. Who among us want to keep her?"

There was no need for Chrollo to break a tie as the entire group was in clear agreement in what they wanted to do. Every member of the Troupe wanted to keep and share the omega. Not a single member deviated from the group vote and Chrollo felt vaguely smug, having already known what the Troupe would pick. It wasn't every day an omega was up for grabs like this and they were not fools, they knew when the opportunity of a lifetime presented itself.

The entire caravan worth of gems and precious metals were easily transfered to the abandoned location the Troupe chose to gather in. Moving the omega was done with far more care than the gems were, Uvogin and Franklin breaking open the cage so the omega inside could be extracted. The blankets and pillows were moved with the omega to try and allow the rare being some comfort from them and to keep them warm. After being released and removed from the cage, all binds and blindfold were also removed to allow the omega the freedom to move upon waking.

It took longer than expected for the omega to wake, everyone in the Troupe refusing to sleep until their omega safely awoke. Thankfully they did not have to wait too long into their vigil before a soft whine came from their quarry, the gentle figure slowly coming to consciousness. At first, she seemed confused and out of place, but as she continued to shake off sleep, her awareness returned to her as well. The panicked way she sat up and gazed around herself almost angered the troupe, wanting their omega to not be afraid or stressed in such a way.

"Good to see you have woken up," Chrollo said calmly, closing his book and slowly approaching the startled omega as to not frighten her, "you have been out for some time now."

"Wh-where-?"

"Shh, it's alright. My... associates and I happened to stumble across the caravan transporting you. We were less than pleased with your treatment so we removed you from their custody. What's your name?"

"It... It's (y/n)... I don't- I don't have anything to repay you..."

"(Y/n), you don't need to repay us. You are an omega and they likely wanted to sell you because of it. I would recommend you stay close to us, however, as you are somewhere new and probably disoriented by the ordeal."

Chrollo's words seemed to soothe the anxious omega immensely and the frightened scent turned to a much more relaxed one. It was then the soft omega began to shiver, the howling blizzard outside and the cold air inside likely being the cause of their Omega's discomfort.

"Are you warm enough?"

"Just- just a little cold, please don't worry. I'll be okay."

"You don't need to bear your discomfort. I speak for the entire group when I say that we want you to be comfortable and happy."

"... I'm more than a little cold... If... If you don't mind, can someone warm sit with me?"

Some of the troupe felt surprise at how gentle and agreeable the omega was being despite having been plucked off of the streets by strangers. Clearly she saw them more as saviors due to them freeing her from the caravan, trusting them more as a result. No doubt acting on instinctual desire to stay where they are most protected and cared for, looking to the Troupe for that protection and affection.

Uvogin was the clear choice as he is a furnace of a man and let out a good level of heat, his alpha scent likely going to be a comfort as well. Despite the jealous looks he received from a few of the others, he strode over to the omega and settled down, allowing the cautious and shaken omega to choose where she would like to be. She cuddled into Uvogin's side, pulling a blanket up around herself and practically latching on to the warm man for any and all heat he could provide. Her shivers died down quickly as Uvogin's heat warmed her cold figure considerably.

Chrollo would approach the topic of (y/n) becoming a shared mate among the troupe, but for now, they simply wished to keep her happy and comfortable. She would need better clothes than the thin silk robe she wore and would likely need food soon as they didn't know how long she had been unconscious. The troupe would retrieve the desired amenities without question, all of them dedicated to their Omega's comfort.

This silk wrapped omega will need not suffer anymore, not if the troupe could help it.

#yandere #x reader #kiame-sama #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere abo #abo au #tw abo #tw implied kidnapping #tw implied murder #tw imprisonment #tw polyamorous relationship #yandere phantom troupe #yandere x omega reader

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thedancefloorsilly · 2 years

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hxh high school days ; crushes ❤︎

a/n; highscool au!! it’ll be tagged under ‘hxh high school days’ if you wanna find it. havent written for some of these charas in a minute

info ; gn! reader, fluff, highschool! au, age/ grade is left ambiguous

pairing ; chrollo, feitan, phinks, machi x gn! reader

❤︎ chrollo ; with a mind immersed in his own books, its fortunate for chrollo to have found his own ‘spot’ in the school library, right in his usual table. With the library having little to no people, it’s peaceful, he thinks. then again, it’s also fortunate that you also come by that same spot everyday to do homework. you’re not a bother. for someone who prefers to be alone when he does this, chrollo always enjoys your presence. there’s mutual attraction here, you can both feel it, and from the shared smiles to the playful banter, it’s almost like you come to the library everyday to see each other.

❤︎ feitan ; it’s pretty frequent for feitan to stare, whether passing by you in the hallway or sitting quietly in class, he can never help but to sneak a peak. theres something about you that draws him in, that peaks his intrigue enough to leave feitan curious to want to get to know you, and he sure as hell won’t believe that he’s forming a crush. so feitan continues to stare, not only because you’ve managed to capture his attention, but also to see if you’ll stare back.

❤︎ phinks ; considered to be a brute in gym, and as one of the notable ‘jocks’ in school, phinks is definitely going to exert himself in every sport he plays. the only difference is that whenever you’re around, there’s always a drastic change in his performance. though phinks isn’t one who tries to impress people, the minute he spots you in the crowd is when he immediately goes into try hard mode. “you think _____ has seen me yet?” he’d ask to feitan, who could only laugh at his friend’s (so-called pathetic) attempts to try and impress you.

❤︎ machi ; she’s subtle about her interest, very subtle, and for a person who’s perceived to be more apathetic on the outside, lets just say that what Machi really feels opposes that. She tolerates you, is what she’ll say, but with Machi’s subtle ways to get to talk to you more, and her frequent asks if you wanna hang out after school (or maybe even skip. but... “just as friends”) its more than evident to those closer to her that she might have a little crush.

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sweetchup · 3 years

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Manager-Chan!

Type: Shalnark x reader

Au?: Highschool Au

Word Count: 1,300+

Warnings: Sexual reference, boys being perverts, Harasment, This is pure Crack

Author Note: None of this is meant to be taken seriously. This is a drabble written based on 90s adult comedy and the recent High School Au I’ve gotten excited with. Not really edited as well but oh well.

Become the Manager of the Basketball team, they said.

It will be fun, they said.

“Ah (Y/n)! Heads u— Ooo!” You flinch as another basketball comes barreling towards your head. If it wasn’t for your clipboard in front of your face able to deflect it away, you surely would have ended up with a concussion or a bloody nose at the very least.

“Shinchi! How many times have I told you not to practice half court shots?!” Phinks Magcubs, your Captain, shouts out as he comes out from the locker room. Seeming to enter at just the right time to catch the pure buffoonery that is going on with the freshman and Sophmores.

“Ah S-sorry Captain—!” They squeak out, quickly scattering away to go warm up. Leaving you to attempt to catch your breath as some of your fellow Juniors, who had begun exiting the locker room, come over to check to make sure you were doing okay

“Freshman, Huh? Still have plenty to learn.”

“Well, it’s not as if the Sophmores are teaching them anything good.”

“True True.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Your fellow manager, Kimiko, scoffs out as she walks over, “Don’t think I don’t see you guys making bets on half court shots after practice.”

As Kimiko and some of the Juniors begin to bicker back and forth, the gym doors suddenly swing open. Slowly, as if dragging himself in, Shalnark enters the gym, still dressed in his school wear. Which was very odd considering the fact that Shalnark is never late.

“Shal. You okay?” You asked as you hesitantly made your way over to the boy. Just as you are near Shalnark’s side, he practically throws himself on you.

“Manager-Chan!” Shalnark whines out in a high pitched tone, holding you tight to his chest as he begins to swing you around. “Why can’t other girls be like you~?”

“Shalnark…” Phinks warns out, slowly picking up a basketball from the rack as he keeps an eye on you two. However, Shalnark chooses to ignore Phinks as he puts you down, only to shove his backpack in your face.

Turning the bag upside down carelessly, you and some of the others in the gym watch as gifts just continuously pour out of Shalnark’s bag. Creating a mini hill on the ground between you two, you looked stunned. How in the world did he fit all that in there?

“Wow. That’s a shit ton of Love letters and Chocolates, Shalnark.” One of his teammates mumbles out, picking up one of the chocolates and opening it up to eat it. “Hmmm…. Not half bad…”

“Traitors…” Shalnark grumbles out as the others begin to dig in as well.

“Hey it’s free food, Shalnark. Don’t be such a butthurt.”

“Really? You would be just like me if you had to go to the main office every week to get your locker combination changed due to Fangirls finding it out. Also that’s not even the worst of it. Imagine having to scrub down your locker since girls will take a sharpie and—“

“Just get your locker changed dude.”

“Wha— you think I haven’t tried that!”

“Ok. Ok. Let’s calm down.” You say suddenly, interrupting the two. “I think you two have much more pressing matters to be concerned for. Coach will be here in less than ten minutes and if you aren’t practicing when he gets here…”

You watch as slowly both boys' faces pale; having flashbacks to being forced to do court sprints til they dropped. Quickly they scatter. Well… except Shalnark who begins to pick up the items on the floor.

“Shal. I’ll take care of this, go get ready.”

“Really? You sure?”

“Yeah.” Suddenly a thought hits you. “Wait, if all these items are in your bag… where’s your books?”

Shalnark begins to scratch the back of his neck nervously, “Well actually… I had to keep my books in my locker because this pile isn’t even half of all of it.”

“Seriously.” You deadpan, watching as Shalnark nods his head and chuckles nervously. Letting out a heavy sigh, you shake your head. “Ok. Well go get ready for practice. I don’t have anything planned after so I’ll make sure to help you clear out your locker.”

“Ah! Really, Manager-Chan?” Shalnark shouted out excitedly. Quickly he leaned down and wraps his arms around you to give you a quick hug before running to the locker rooms. “You won’t regret it, Manager-Chan!”

“I hope not…” You mumble out, sighing to yourself as you grab a nearby trash bin and begin to pick up the scattered chocolates and letters on the ground.

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“Oh come on, Manager-Chan! I thought it was a good idea!” Shalnark whines out as he races after you as you leave the gym. However, instead of waiting for him you continue to trudge on, a scowl on your face showing you were clearly angry at him. “I didn’t mean it in a perverted way or anything. I just thought a maid café for spirit day would be nice to bring in funds for the team, you know?”

You let out a scoff at his explanation, turning around to give him a quick glare as you stop at his locker. You continue to glare at him as he opens his locker before reaching into the many items in it to grab a specific book.

On the cover, it looked like any normal english book but as you flipped through it, it had… less than Pg anime girls in it.

“H-h-hey what are you doing, (y/—“

You cut off Shalnark’s stumbling of words as you shove a specific page of a “Cat Maid” in his face.

“Pervert!” You shout out, making sure to sound out each syllable for him. As Shalnark takes the book away from your grasp, you turn your back to him to get to work.

“I-it’s not like that!” Shalnark shouts out, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he quickly hides the book in his gym bag. “I swear!”

“Oh really?” You questioned out, shoving some of the chocolate in a garbage bin. At this point you were no longer mad at him, you just felt like making him suffer a little more. Just for fun. “Do I have to go over what I found in your room then?”

“My room?” Shalnark mumbles out, confused, “Wait. Wait. Wait. You’ve never even been to my house before.”

Unable to help yourself, you turn yourself around and raise an eyebrow at him.

“Doesn’t mean Feitan and Phinks hasn’t let me in before when you aren’t home.” You say carelessly even though you were actually lying through your teeth.

“T-they did what?!” Shalnark chokes out, his blush now reaching his ears. Even though you had meant it as a joke, you were now curious as to what was exactly in Shalnark’s room. You knew he lived alone, his family was rich so his parents lived out of the states in Europe, and it kind of made you wonder what he was able to get away with. After all, he always had a couple of old playboys or hentai manga in his locker. What could he possibly get away with at home?

“Yeah… I knew you were a Pervert Shal but…” You mumble out, attempting to bait Shalnark. However, you weren’t prepared for what happened next.

“I’m sorry!” He suddenly shouts out, confusing you even more.

“What are yo—“

“I’m sorry for buying some of those outfits from those catalogs I read and calling you ‘Manager-Chan’ because it’s from my favorite film. I—“ Shalnark is suddenly cut off as you put your hand over his mouth to shut him up.

“I…” You pause for a second as you feel your face burn up in embarrassment. “I was joking… I’ve never actually seen your room.”

There’s a thick pause as you pull your hands away from Shalnark’s mouth. Your words slowly process in Shalnark’s head until he finally understands it and his face goes bright red.

“Manager-Chan! Why wo—“

“Shut UP! Don’t call me that if it’s based on some of your porn films!”

#hxh #hunter x hunter #phantom troupe #shalnark #shalnark x reader #shalnark ryuseih

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asexual-abomination · 3 years

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Plat!Yan!Chrollo x Autistic!Reader x Plat!Yan!PT - Soulmate AU Part 1.5

This is only a partial continuation, as I'm largely setting up some hopeful future plot points. Still not too much yandere yet, but we should be getting into it in the next full part!

Credits for this idea came from the lovely @kiame-sama.

I have no traditional education in writing, so any advice for writing is highly appreciated! I'd also like to once again mention that this work is largely self-indulgent and for a very specific niche.

Hope you enjoy reading!

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The next day, you woke up early in the morning, getting started on your morning routine. As you got some simple cereal prepared, you walked past Jo still asleep on the shabby sofa. Looking at their sleeping face, you felt a type of joy that everyone had always told you was reserved for soulmates. Jo was much tougher than you, broader built and louder by a long shot, and they had protected you in your childhood. You knew in your heart that no matter how perfectly matched you were with your soulmate, no-one would ever overtake Jo in your heart.

It was quiet in your home as you ate, still processing what had happened the night before. You wondered how your soulmate's friends were talking about you to him. Were they laughing about how weakly you spoke? Telling him that there was something off about you, that you didn't act like any normal person should?

"Ah, you're up!" Jo snapped you out of your thoughts. "Do you wanna talk right now? Maybe I could tell you about what we said to your soulmate?"

You asked them to tell the story of the previous night, and they excitedly launched into it. Apparently, your soulmate was very polite and well-spoken, asking respectfully about your life and listening carefully to the stories they would tell. You were glad to hear that he seemed less excitable than the others who worked for him, but the fact that he had still forgotten the day of your switch still hid in your mind.

The morning went on quietly as you decided against telling Jo about the worries you had for your soulmate. The events of the previous night were still setting in, as you attempted to rationally think of why your soulmate would possibly let such an odd switch happen.

Jo decided instead of pressuring you to start brainstorming how to find your soulmate, and what you should do when you finally met in person.

"You should show them all of your trivia and merch, I know you love rambling about that stuff of yours!"

You smiled and laughed just slightly, but didn't assent to their suggestion. It had taken so long to begin showing even Jo your most personal habits and collections, you weren't sure you could show those things to someone you had only just met.

"Oh, come on! They're your soulmate, they'll love you no matter what!"

"Yeah... Yeah, whatever."

The lower tone ends the conversation rather well, but there is an air of annoyance from both of you, reigniting the fear that you may have upset your closest friend once again. It was nothing you hadn't said to them before, but they eyed you with a grim expression. You could understand Jo's plight though, their own soulmate having passed away just shortly after their switch. They wanted to ensure that you had the best possible time with your soulmate, so your insecurity pissed them off.

"I've got to head home around now, but I'm always available to call, okay?" They got up and grabbed their keys, waiting for your confirmation before leaving. You replied in the same low tone that had overtaken you at the end of your chat, and Jo quickly nodded and walked out of your small home.

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Bonus - Shortly after the switch.

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"Aww! Look at them!" Shalnark's voice pierced the car, almost making Phinks flinch at the high pitch his voice took on. "They're just the cutest!"

Shalnark's phone was passed around the car, a picture of (Y/N) and some basic information listed to the side on the screen. As every passenger took their chance to check the image, they couldn't help but agree with their excited companion, thinking you were absolutely adorable, especially for their closed-off boss.

Machi sighed, "They look exactly like how they talked, we shouldn't leave this one out in the world for too long."

The others nodded and hummed in agreement, knowing the fate that could await someone like you if your soulmate was discovered.

Chrollo, who had still barely spoken since he returned from the switch, spoke up at that point, "Hmm... We shouldn't have to worry too much, but I agree, they can't be left unattended for too long."

"What the hell do you mean, 'we shouldn't have to worry for too long'?!" Nobunaga exclaimed, "I don't know what you see, Boss, but I can't see this one holding their own if any assassins or hunters get sent after them."

"I understand your concern, and it's true they may not be as strong as we are..." Chrollo trailed off for a moment, a look of anger overtaking his features, "But there is someone protecting them already, who I'm sure can prevent any harm until we get there."

"Really, you think some friend of theirs is gonna be able to protect them from people who are after us?"

"Yes. Unfortunately." A moment of confusion took over the atmosphere of the car, "I trust in that friend of theirs to keep (Y/N) safe while we get there, but once we arrive they must be disposed of."

The passengers in the car could only begin to fathom the depth of emotion that was overtaking Chrollo's heart in that moment, but they could tell simply from the shift in his aura that there would be no mistakes in retrieving this soulmate.

"And Shalnark?"

"Hmm?"

"Call in the rest of the Troupe."

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Thanks for reading!

#hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #hxh #chrollo #machi #phinks #shalnark #nobunaga #phantom troupe #yandere #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere phantom troupe #yandere chrollo #platonic yandere #x reader #autistic reader #yandere x reader

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abbacchiosbelt · 2 years

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i'm really high so sorry if this makes no sense at some points lmao

i had a nice dream last night about phinks from hunter x hunter and now i'm just like ??? wtf i love you. i mean, i've always thought he was cute but i like to make fun of his lack of eyebrows! there used to be like. no phinks x reader stuff and then there was a hxh/reader renaissance where people were actually writing for the phantom troupe!! wow. i am very glad it happened. but anyways it wasn't a spicy dream, he was just nice in it. gave me his jacket when i was cold. threatened to kill some people being mean to me. let me sleep on his shoulder. a cute dream! and i'm too hjoig right now. but i'm gonna go read my fave phinks x reader fics later! and maybe think about writing a fic of my own! we'll see

otherwise i am getting WENDY'S and i am watching the promised neverland on netflox (i'm really to suffer) sop i am in for a night!!

thanks for reading give phinks a kiss

hank you t hunter xh unter mobage card game for all these beautiful alt outfits for characeers, you are so cool

#personal #musings.txt #drugs cw #is that what peopl #e use #aaa

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rotten-pomegranate · 1 month

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yandere Trouble trio + uvogin making reader smoke weed

Warnings: rape, torture, smoking weed, being high, forced smoking

A/n: I like getting high

✦♥︎✦♥︎✦♥︎✦♥︎✦♥︎✦♥︎✦♥︎��♥︎✦♥︎✦

Phinks

Phinks just wants you to loosen up a bit and stop screaming and crying for a couple hours, this man literally just wants some peace and quiet

He brings home a light dab pen because he doesn’t wanna get you totally buzzed

If you put up I fight he might offer to do it with you and if you still put up a fight he’s probably gonna threaten you with locking you up in your room for a week

If you don’t put up a fight and just take a few puffs and chill out he’ll be happy and just let you go about your day or night in peace

Shalnark

He wants you to let him have sex without you screening and trying to get his much bigger form off you the whole time

He’s also gonna get a dab pen but a stronger one just to make it extra easy for him to have his way with you

If you put up a fight he’s pinning you down putting it in your mouth and plugging your nose until you have to breath

While he’s doing that he’s also gonna taunt like “wow imagine what I can do if you do pass out, it would be so much easier”

When your body finally betrays you and you breath in the smoke he’ll be so happy he might pick you up and spin you around

Uvogin

Uvogin wants you to loosen up and let him snuggle you without having to catch you and then pin you down the whole time

He gets a classic bong and bag of weed and shows you what to do

If you put up a fight he’s gonna pretty much do what shalnark did and force your mouth over it until you breath he won’t taunt you though

He’s gonna give you the biggest bear hug when you finally calm down and stop struggling

Your totally sleeping in his bed so he can snuggle you all night

Feitan

Feitan wants you to shut up and let him touch you in peace

He brings home a bong and threatens you with torture if you don’t smoke it

If you put up a fight anyway then he’s dragging you down to the basement tying you up and cutting you up a little

He’s also gonna make you smoke it right there and then he’s bringing you back up stairs so he can just hold and touch you without all your annoying cry’s

He’s also gonna have you sleep in his bed and not yours because your never this quiet

Your gonna be smoking a lot more

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ddarker-dreams · 2 years

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oh my god phinks is a WAY better match for hwr reader,,,,, yeah, chrollo and hwrr are both edgy, enjoy the finer things in life, and wear exclusively dark colors, but phinks is a HIMBO. and really, what is a better match? two beautiful, manipulative people who compliment each other perfectly, or a himbo and his big tiddy goth gf? i rest my case.

PLS THIS IS WAY TOO FUNNY ... HWR reader being described as big tiddy goth gf is perfect to how i personally visualize her .

i'm starting to get behind this phinks/HWR reader movement. i mean, just consider it.

virgin chrollo x HWR reader vibes: reading dusty old tomes from the 15th century. nerdy and also bad for allergies. eating at those fancy restaurants where they give you one inch of a meal and slap an ungodly price tag on it. exclusively watch movies in black and white that are over four hours long and impossible to understand while they both call it deep. gives her weird nicknames that are references to books people fell asleep while learning about in high school. 0/10.

chad phinks x HWR reader vibes: high adrenaline arcade dates instead of book club gatherings. he threatens to pummel the machine when it takes his gf's quarter without giving tickets. wholesome. fun fast food and takeout dinners. she still eats hamburgers with a fork and knife but it's okay, he thinks it's classy. worships the ground she walks on. refers to her as 'babe' and calls it a day. 100000/10.

#i'm this 👌 close to making a pinterest moodboard for these relationships bc of how funny it'd be #hell within reach #answered #xyriza

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angelanika · 4 years

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There’s no “We”

{Chrollo x Reader}

Genre: Angst (imma angst girl XD), Fluff

Summary: Chrollo tells y/n tha- JUST READ IT PLZ

Warnings: Light cursing, suggestive remarks, reader’s ATTITUDE

It wasn’t uncommon for Chrollo to constantly be on the move, but it was for the whole Phantom Troupe to be assembled in one place. They usually worked individually, all across the globe so when Chrollo had told you that the whole gang was meeting in Yorknew City soon, you were beyond excited.

“I can’t wait to see Machi again!” you squealed.

Chrollo was simply seated on his side of the bed with a small book in hand, paying you no mind. Was he even listening? Eh, you don’t really care. You were too thrilled to even fight for his attention right now.

Although you couldn’t tag along when they were out on missions (read: murdering people mercilessly), hanging out with them in the hideouts was always enjoyable. They treated you well...partially because you were their boss’s partner...but other than that, they genuinely adored you. Most of them that is. Some like Nobunaga, would just greet you boredly then ignore your presence. But others like Shalnark and Phinks? They would always include you in whatever shenanigans or games they’re playing.

“Haha y/n, you suck at this,” Shalnark teased.

“Shut up!! I know you rigged my controller you ass,” you shot back.

You quietly shuffled around under the covers in the dimly lit room, smiling up at the ceiling thinking about all the fun you had with them. Meanwhile, Chrollo sat straight up against the wooden headboard beside you, staring down into his book. He was shirtless (as he always is when sleeping) and only wore a pair of grey sweatpants.

Oh shi- Not the GrEy sWeAtpaNts!!

As yummy as he looked with the golden light from his bedside lamp giving him a radiant glow, you decided not to pounce on him. Not tonight at least. Instead, you continued to chatter excitedly.

“And Feitan and Shizuku! Haha they’re so fun. I can’t forget about Uvo too!! Chrollo I need to start packing when do we lea-”

“Y/N,” Chrollo interrupts.

He noisily shut his book and placed it on the bedside table with a huff, before slowly turning to you.

“There is no ‘we’. I don’t understand where you got the idea that you’re coming too from,” he says clearly. “All I said was that the entire troupe will be meeting up soon.”

There was no malice laced in his tone but you still felt a sharp jab in your chest.

“But I usually tag along...” you replied sassily, not appreciating his sudden rain on your parade. Especially after he’s been too enchanted by his book to give you any attention?! Naww, he has no right to do that!

“And you shouldn’t. It’s not safe.”

“That’s why I get a hotel room for when you guys are out.”

“I can’t guarantee that a hotel will be secure either.”

“But I want to see the gang again. It’s been so long,” now you were just whining.

“You only serve as a distraction Y/N, now drop it. You’re not coming.”

You had to take a quick glance around to try and find who he was talking to.

You also had to check your ears to make sure you were hearing him correctly.

There’s no ‘we’ huh? Alri BET!

Chrollo waited for whatever smartass comeback you had to shoot at him but when it never came, he just leaned over and switced off the lamp. Now trapping you both in complete darkness...and silence.

After a few tense seconds of just sitting there, you sharply turned on your side with your back facing him...of course.

Chrollo, however, turned in your same direction with his arms stretching out to hold you like he usually did at night. It was like a stress reliever and quickly became a necessity for him so you can imagine his shock when you swiftly pulled yourself out of his embrace and shuffled towards the edge of the bed.

He sat up in the bed and stared at you momentarily before lying back down to try again, only to receive the same result.

“Y/n,” he says sternly, “if you continue like that, you’ll fall right off the bed.”

“Well then so be it. I don’t know where you got the idea that I want to cuddle tonight from,” you fired back, giving yourself a mental high-five for turning his words around on him.

He immediately picks up on the familiar phrase and chuckles to himself about your attitude. Such a handful...

“Y/n, we always cuddle. Stop acting like this,” he declares, reaching out to hold you once again only for you to move even farther.

“There is no ‘we’ Chrollo, remember?”

Chrollo pauses briefly then throws himself on his back with a loud sigh, running his hands through his sleek, black hair.

“I assume you could see them for one day..”

“REALLY?!” You suddenly chirp up and turn to face him with a broad smile.

Hm. Where’s that attitude now?

“Yes. One day. But then i need you out the city.”

“Two days!”

“Don’t push it.”

“One day!”

You promptly return to usual spot on the bed and cozily wrap yourself in your boyfriend’s arms. To which he does not deny.

“I love you Chrollo,” you say sweetly in a sing-song voice pairing it with a quick kiss on the cheek.

“You only love me when I’m saying ‘yes’ ”, he retorts while pulling you onto himself with a low groan, “Now c’mere.”

Y/N: 1 Chrollo: 0

#chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #hxh #hxh fanfic #phantom troupe #hisoka #illumi #chrollo #hunter x hunter #gon hxh #gon #killua #kurapika #killua zoldyck #illumi zoldyck #hunter x 1999 #hunter x 2011

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killee · 3 years

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High

⌦ pairing: phinks x reader

⌦ fandom: hunterxhunter

⌦ word count: 1.3K (1340)

⌦ warning: weed usage — getting high , toxic behaviors — harsh words | cheating assumptions | possessive behavior | trust issues

⌦ about: phinks is high and he becomes toxic then it gets soft.

⌦ note: the reader and phinks have a great relationship but when he becomes high he says things that he really doesn’t mean. his past girlfriend cheated on him and it really messed him up so now he has trust issues. also, red is phinks and blue is you.

⌯ Awoken from your slumber by the ding of your phone. Every time you were about to go to sleep, it would bring you right out of your future limbo. Tiredness flooded your body, too heavy to make you look at your phone and see who kept texting you. Part of you knew who it was, your boyfriend, Phinks. But there was always a chance it could’ve been one of your friends or maybe even your boss.

⌯ You pulled the covers over your head to block out the repeating ‘ding’ and closed your eyes, hoping the darkness would take you and lead you into daylight. You sighed as your phone began to ring, pulling the covers from off your head, you picked up your phone and looked at the caller ID. ‘My Love’. Your finger hovered over the accept button but it didn’t fall any further. It stayed there until the call was no longer coming through.

⌯ Seeing you had over eight (8) miss calls and twelve (12) text messages from him, you decided to see why he kept on bothering you. You swipped over on one of the messages and it took you to you two’s conversation. You looked at the first message that was sent at 11:23 pm then read down to the most recent one. He started by asking you if you were asleep then gradually became angrier. He told you to answer his calls and then you would go to your house if you didn’t get in touch with him.

⌯ You groaned and rolled your eyes, you could tell if he was high and he was no doubt high tonight. You held your phone tightly as you thought of what to type to him. Just then, another text came through. He saw that you read his message two minutes ago and you still haven’t replied to him.

“Are you with someone? Y/n I swear if you have someone at your home I’m coming over there.”

“No, I don’t have anyone here. I just woke up.”

“Liar. You’re such a liar. I know you do.”

“Phinks just leave me alone. You’re high.”

“Oh yeah and what about it?”

“Phinks just stop.”

“No, I won’t fucking stop. You are such a fucking bitch sometimes and I always try to be the best for you. I’m so fucking tired of you.”

⌯ Your face softened and you felt chills run down your whole body. You knew that he wasn’t himself when he got high so the things he usually said you never took what he said to heart, but this one hit you hard. You were very hurt by what he said this time and you didn’t even know what to say back to him. You regretted even replying to him. You bit the inside of your mouth and tried not to tear up.

“Phinks please just go to sleep. I’m done talking to you.”

“Oh, so you’re breaking up with me? Wow, after everything we’ve been through you’ve finally grown some balls and decided you want to leave me?”

“News flash babe, you’re not going anywhere, you’re never leaving me.”

“You and I have our ups and downs but you will NEVER leave ME until I say so. And guess what? I will never get tired of you and you’ll always come back to me. You need me.”

“Phinks I’m not breaking up with you..”

“I know you’re not. You physically can’t. Now, open your door.”

⌯ You furrowed your eyebrows and pushed your lips together. You swung your feet down to the cold wooden floor and stood up, your eyes had to adjust to the darkness before you were able to freely move to the door without fear of accidentally hitting something. You made your way to the door and placed your hand on the door, you didn’t know if he was exactly there or if he was just playing with you.

⌯ You took a deep breath and unlocked the door, you stepped back and opened the door. “Damn babe, you sure did take your sweet time opening the door. You hiding something?” He stood there in your densely lit apartment hallway wearing his signature tracksuit but he had the jacket wrapped around his waist and a grey tank-top on. His defined muscles stood out perfectly as the light hit them just right.

⌯ His blond hair was messier than usual but it looked astonishing on him. His eyes were hooded but you could still see a mysterious glint in his eyes, but whether it was a good glint or bad, you did not have the answer to. He leaned closer to your face with the blunt in his mouth then removed it, he blew smoke into your face which caused you to involuntary step back and start coughing. He took that opportunity to step into your apartment and close the door behind him.

⌯ “I told you to stop doing that.” You coughed a few more times before your lungs were clear of the smoke. He didn’t acknowledge your pleading statement and looked around your apartment. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and he couldn’t sense anyone else in there. He looked back at you and smiled. He reached out for your wrist and pulled you closer. “You’re so fucking perfect.” You knew what he was doing but you couldn’t help but relax in his touch.

⌯ “Is there a reason why you’re here?” He smiled and bit his bottom lip as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “To see you.” He tried to kiss your lips but you turned your head, not wanting the smell or taste in your mouth or on your lips. He smacked his lips and released his arms from your shoulders. You turned around and walked away from him. “Where do you think you’re going?” You heard his heavy steps behind you but you weren’t fazed.

⌯ You didn’t answer him and just continued to walk to your bedroom. You sat down on your bed but quickly stood up when he came into your room with his blunt. “Get the fuck out of my room with your shit, Phinks.” He paused before he looked in his hand and put it out, he stood by the door, even leaning against the frame. You sat back down and sighed. He was just so much to deal with but you couldn’t help to laugh.

⌯ “What’s funny?” He asked as you fell back on your back and continued to laugh. You eventually stopped and just shook your head, not even knowing he could tell what you were doing. “You. You’re just a fucking asshole.” He did feel a bit down when you said that, he knew he was an asshole at times, people always told him that, but it just felt different coming from you. He threw more like sat the blunt down and walked over to you. He sat down beside you and sat his forearms on his upper knee, he looked down at the ground and thought of what to say to make it up to you.

⌯ He could only think of one phrase that you would recognize as him truly being sorry. “I love you.” The room went silent and you swore even your heart stopped for a second. “I’m sorry you have to deal with me and I’m very sorry for the terrible thi-things I said to you.” His voice cracked but he quickly recovered. You looked up at him but his back still faced you, you sat up and gently wrapped your arms around his lower torso. “It’s okay but you have to learn that I’m not your ex.”

⌯He nodded and reached around his back and pulled you to his side. He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back. As he did, he made himself a promise that he wouldn’t hurt you like he did today ever again. “I know babe and I’ll try my best to always remember that.”

#phinks x reader #toxic phinks #hxh phinks #phantom troupe #hxh phantom troupe #hxh #phinks

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night-rook · 4 years

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Sinful Delivery | Feitan Porter x Reader |

Word Count: 2709 Reader Type: Neutral Gender, Media Influencer, Model Story Type: Modern AU setting Beware: Sexual thoughts, BDSM, Curse words Summary: Reader is doing some media distancing due to harmassments. Feitan just happens to be the delivery guy on the day they wanted takeout.

Key terms: (Y/N) = Your name (H/C) = Hair Color (S/C) = Skin color (E/C) = Eye Color (F/F) = Favorite Food (S/F/F) = Second Favorite Food (S/N) = Screen Name (B/T) = Body Type (B/H) = Body Height

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A pair of empty eyes stared at the grimy ceiling. The pools of (E/C) reflected a blank canvas as they laid on the large bed. Their body felt frozen to the touch, almost as cold as a corpse. Taking in small breathes to fill their lungs, they closed their eyes and listened to the white noise of the room.

Their name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). Yes, That (Y/F/N). The infamous media influencer who specialized in dark styles of romance. Hacking to the fetishes that everyone is too scared or embarrassed by and bringing it out with their photos. Posing and modeling from all levels. If there was something out there, they were the first to act on it. Taking photos for the eyes of the dark. From innocent acts of bondage in bed to heavy blood draining, (Y/N) had a photo for the media.

Then, why were they laying in bed? Why were they alone?

There were numerous rumors that the model was faking their stats. Editing everything to where it looked realistic. Each photograph was nothing more than a scam of a freak who sought attention. As the rumors spread like wildfire across the internet platform, (Y/N)’s publicist advised them to stay away from the media until everything settled down. Their whole career was on hold because some people thought they were posers.

So, here they are laying in their loft condo and keeping a low profile. The (H/C) would go out for the usual grocery trips and daily exercise. Despite the dark cloud of their career, (Y/N) was a humble person and had a simple lifestyle. They just happened to have an interesting career path that differs from the norms. Boredom had become unavoidable these past few weeks, taking a toll on their adventurous spirit.

“Maybe I should have taken Gon’s than the Troupe Café,” (Y/N) mumbled and slowly sat up. “But, I’m kinda tired of the usual (F/F).”

Finally getting up from the bed, they stretched their limbs out into the air as they let out a huff of breath. Shaking off the sleepy dust from their body while walking down the stairs. (Y/N) looked at the clock that hung by the staircase. Its second hand ticking away while the minute hand was just barely moving.

Knock Knock, knock

Three rapid yet vigorous knocks caught their attention from the time. A smile broke across their (S/C) face as they walked to the door. Turning the knob, (Y/N) was greeted by a rather gloomy looking male. Being (B/H), the model was puzzled by the rather short male. His grey eyes stared at them, waiting for them to make a move. An austere expression was painted on his pale face.

“Are you gonna take it or not, dumbass. I don’t have all day.” the monotone voice seemed to match his demeanor. He held up a black bag that contained (S/F/F).

Shaking their head, the model took the delivery bag and left the door open. They got a whiff of food before setting it down on the living table to get the money. (Y/N) hummed happily at the thought of eating the heavenly meal but also for the change.

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As (Y/N) was gone, the male’s eyes narrowed slightly as something felt odd about the whole situation. The customer looked strangely similar to someone he followed online. He dug his hand into his pocket just as his phone vibrated. Pulling out the device, he internally grunted at the notification from Phinks. He pressed the text chat to read what was sent, probably a stupid excuse for not wanting to work. Reading the text in the grey bubble, the gloomy dressed male blinked before realizing what was said.

Lazy Fucker, 2:55 pm

Dude! Feitan! I remember where I saw that name. Ya know the model whose fan base is rioting? THAT’S THE CUSTOMER WHO ORDERED!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING LUCKY YOU SCORED?!?!

*read

Feitan felt a slight flinch in his gut. The universe had randomly granted him the opportunity to come across his favorite pastime. He knew of (S/N) and the alleged rumors against them. The short man didn’t care for what was said about the photoshopping because he knows real authentic torture when he sees it. Every drop of blood that dripped from their (S/C) (Y/H) body. Each cut that is made on their (B/T). He never doubted the reality that (S/N) performed.

When he heard and read about the accusations made about their work of art, his anger hit sky high. His blood boiled like magma, the more absurd every claim got. The day (S/N) went offline, Feitan’s hunger became unsatisfied. His entire Trevor Brown collection couldn’t fill the craving that rested deep inside his coal heart. There was just something in the model’s performance that made him growl in pleasure. His irritation followed him from home to work every day for the past couple of weeks.

“Here you go! I’m so sorry for making you wait this long. I misplaced my wallet.” they laughed and rubbed the back of their head due to the embarrassment.

He only grunted and took the payment, counting the bills to ensure it was correct. Underneath his bandana, an eerie smile made its way onto his apathetic face. Their voice was just so soothing and light, the perfect pitch to hear moans from in private. The more he stared at them, the stronger his desire grew. Feitan slipped the money into his pocket before deciding to speak.

“You’re (S/N), correct. Why haven’t you said anything about the bullshit,” he asked. Well, honestly, it was more like a demand than asking.

(Y/N) was about to close the door until he spoke up. Blinking at his bold words, they were confused about what told of them. Oh, he’s a fan… they realized. Placing a hand on their hip, the model gave his words some thought. They were surprised the delivery guy knew who they were, giving they weren’t exactly in costume. They were only wearing a plain (F/C) shirt and shorts while their (H/L) (H/C) hair wasn’t styled.

With a smile, (Y/N) answered, “I can’t change anyone’s mind on what they see. Our perspectives are different, so I rather just let them believe what they want to believe.”

Feitan frowned at them. Their answer didn't sound convincing to him. His grey eyes stared at them more, searching for something. “It’s obvious that those scumbags are just picking for a reaction. Probably waiting for a suicide announcement about you.”

This time, his words did make their stomach turn. It was unnoticeable when their account got negative comments or when their inbox was spammed with death threats. (Y/N) did their best to avoid them and ignore the pessimistic thoughts that came with every troll. Yet, the words aimed at them did hate their self-esteem. It was when the rumors started to take effect did they finally get time to feel peace. The media distancing helped the depressing cloud clear up above their head.

“Want to join me for lunch? My legs are standing to ache from just standing and the food is gonna get cold,” (Y/N) smiled while pointing at the couch behind them, “ I can ask all your questions while we eat if that’s okay with you.”

Feitan nodded and walked inside the apartment. He took a few glances around the place and took notice of how moderate it looked. If he could bluntly say it, the place looked like a boring image in a magazine you could find in an office. Taking a seat on the leather armchair, the gloomy male sat and waited for the other to join him.

Getting some plates and drinks from the kitchen, the (Y/H) model went to the living area and served him some (S/F/F). The two ate in silence for a bit and got acquainted with each other’s presence. Feitan observed them some more, his eyes never leaving their body.

"Well, are you going to talk or not." Feitan scowled, glaring menacingly as his patience was going thin.

(Y/N) sweatdrop at his impatience, but took a drink of their soda. Their mind playing back the beginning of the chaos and the events leading to isolation. Recalling the confusion when their publicist instructed them to make the accounts private and go offline. The devastation they felt later followed when they read the article claims against them. The model simply felt their heart crack from the madness.

"I was told to sit and be quiet until things settle. These few weeks haven't been great. The assaults are still going and I can't do anything," (Y/N) sighed and stared at their drink. "I am- sort of- at a breaking point. No matter how strong the bubble I'm in, the insults make me crack and it hurts. I had ideas! I was going for approval but then got told to be quiet so the adults can talk."

Feitan leaned back into his seat and listened to them rant out their pinned up frustrations. From what he saw, it seemed to bother them that they were seen as a fraud. He watched the way their arms moved as they spoke and how their clothes would reveal the hidden story. His grey eyes took in the faint scars and discoloration on their (S/C). Fighting back a growl, the gloomy male set his plate down and got the model's attention.

"Fuck what those bastards say. Do what you want and show them everything." he smiled at the visible shiver they had.

(E/C) eyes glanced up to meet with metal eyes. Despite the coldness in them, the model could see just a small flicker of light. It was a small light, small but it was enough to make something in (Y/N)'s mind snap. The small click of gears before complete clockwork began to shift inside them.

He was right! Why did they have to be put in the corner when all they were doing was their passion?! Why were they being punished?!

(Y/N) looked straight at the short male. Their eyes reflecting the newfound determination and that same emotion cause him to smirk with interest. What he heard did catch him and made his inner desire water with hunger.

"I want a tape of real-time punishment. So, seeing as you are well aware of my work, I take you to know what to do?" they innocently smiled.

The gloomy spider leaned forward from his seat. His eyes darkening with a cloud of cruel lechery with every passing moment he stared at them. His mouth watered at all the methods that came to mind with how he will have them beneath him. To hear their cries, witness their tears, the expressions that cute face can make... Oh, how fate gave him an angel in a devil's clothing. Pulling down his bandana, he smirked at the model.

There it was again!

The cold chill when he smiled at them. (Y/N) might have picked the perfect candidate for a partner. At least for the project... maybe. Getting up from their seat, they grabbed his hand and led him upstairs.

"Let's get started, shall we."

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Upon the release of the video, four months had passed by. The video had gained a couple of million views and thousands of comments. Whether the attention was positive or negative, (Y/N) had no clue but Feitan did. He read through the comment section and was amused by the words.

Feitan was on his break and sitting at a table, a cup of forgotten tea sat in front of him. He scrolled through the section with an entertaining smile on his face. His eyes squinted up as he grinned with each passing comment. The spider worker enjoys the memory of that evening. It was his absolute favorite and it was something he looked back to whenever he watched the video.

He can recall how he felt with each scene as it plays out. The adrenaline that coursed through his veins with burning aspiration. How he wanted to make (Y/N) submit and to feel those agonizing vehemence. He wanted to keep hearing the moans and cries they made with each whip. The lewd face they made when he flogged their bareback. The way their body tense and pull on the restraints when he made a deeper cut.

Phinks and Shalnark were a bit disturbed when the short man came back to their shared apartment into the next morning. He was grinning menacingly while his clothes were covered in blood. Who's blood exactly, that was unclear. Both males watched him enter the apartment before vanishing into his room for the rest of the day. Endless to say, they shrugged it off and believed some poor stranger just wasn't lucky.

"Hey, Feitan! Can you take my shift real quick? I need to use the restroom, please. Please! Please!" The blond whined a bit.

The gloomy male grunted before heading back into the kitchen to tag him out. As he worked, he didn't hear the bell chime of the front entrance. He cooked until a soft voice caught his attention.

"Ello! I'll like small grey ice cream with a dash of sadistic sparkles." they happily chirped. Smiling as brightly as ever from the other side of the bar window.

Feitan looked up from the stove and hummed in acknowledgment. He turned his attention back to the food as (Y/N) took a seat on one of the stools. Their (E/C) eyes shined with the same happiness while watching him cook. The comfortable silence around them was pleasant and neither wanted to break it too. Until Phinks came back and stared at the new face before realizing who they were.

"FEITAN!! It's that model!!" he managed to shout despite the small space.

The short man remained stoic while (Y/N) giggled at the blond's reaction. Feitan grabbed the blond's shirt collar and pulled him into the kitchen to take back his job. Feitan grabbed two drinks and walked out of the kitchen. Handing one drink over to (Y/N), the short man took a seat by them.

"What brings you here." he finally asked after a few sips of beer.

Setting their glass down, (Y/N) turned to face him before tilting their head a bit. They were a bit confused by his questionable demand but then sat up when they remembered the reason for their sudden arrival. Turning to pull out a notebook from their bag, the cheerful model set it on the counter and turned to the desired page.

"I got another idea and wanted to see if you could help. I was thinking of an ice bath this time, but I want your opinion since your nasty little mind was the brilliance behind the video," they showed the page to Feitan and slid the notebook to him. "The agency will cover the cost if you have something else in mind. They even want to ask if you wish to apply. Seeing as you like a natural on camera and how fans reacted."

Feitan looked over the information on the page while listening to the (B/H) model. He could get paid for tormenting them with his dark fantasies. He smiled at them and slid the notebook back to them. Nodding, he finished his drink and looked at them with the same eyes as the day they met.

"Yes! You're the absolute best! I'll text you when the due date is and we can meet up this weekend to see when you got." (Y/N) grinned before jumping off their seat.

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Feitan's smile vanished after they said goodbye. He returned to his expressionless husk and decided to clock back in. When he was about to get back to work, his blond roommate finally spoke up and questioned the gloomy spider on what had just happened.

He simply shrugged and went back to his job. His eyes squinted as a grin hid under his bandana. "Just my pet wanting approval."

The blond nodded but quickly snapped his head to look behind him and stare at the man in shock. Since when did he manage to hook up with someone before Shalnark or himself?! Turning back around, Phinks frowned and grudgingly had to pay Shalnark when they closed the café for losing the bet.

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#feitan #hunter x hunter #feitan portor #reader insert #feitan portor x reader #hxh 2011 #hxh feitan #hxh fanfic #hxh one shot

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rotten-pomegranate · 25 days

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(Happy Easter! 🐇) Hiiii, in the headcanons you did about the reader who escaped for years, how long do you think it would take for the characters to trust their darling after escape attempt? Have a wonderful day! 🫶

I will have a wonderful day(it’s 5:00 in the morning where I am) thank you

Warnings: torture

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Feitan

Feitan will never trust you again your gonna be used as a slave for the rest of your life once he gets you back

He might give you privileges like cooking or having a bed back but when he has a meeting with the troupe your chained to the wall

If you ask him for forgiveness he’s gonna straight up cackle in your face and rough you up a bit

The only reason your aloud to cook is because he wants to eat without having to make food so you do it

Shalnark

Shalnark is gonna take a while and you may start to think you got his trust back early on you didn’t he’s just tricking you into thinking that so you let your guard down

He’s gonna keep you in a dog cage until he trust you again, a big dog cage with lots of fluffy pillows and blankets but still a dog bed

He might fully treat you like a dog for a while just to humiliate you, making you beg for food and water every time you wanted some, and you gotta drink and eat it out of a bowl to

He holds a lot of stuff over your head after that, you won’t suck him off to get rid of his morning wood? Remember how nice he was when you ran away, he could have been cruel

He just uses it to guilt trip you

Phinks

Phinks folds the quickest, hearing your little cries coming from the room he locked you in is to much and he wants to hold and comfort you

He doesn’t give you all your privileges back and he’ll never fully trust you again but it’s better then nothing

He expects you to put an effort in your “relationship” now including intimate situations as well, he wants you to do stuff not just lay there and cry

Illumi

Illumi was livid when you escaped and he was livid when he found you, your never gonna get privileges or trust back

He just uses you a an incubator for his heir until he has one and after he has his fairly large family your going on birth control and your just his sex toy that he uses for stress relief

He’ll let you have a knife for cooking which he also makes you do all off

He’s gonna be hitting you a lot more as well, if he didn’t do it often before he does now

Hisoka

You don’t get privileges, you don’t even get to eat most of the time, your his personal flesh light until he forgives and stops beating you up every chance he gets but your still his personal sex doll and your only job is to warm his bed from now on

He’ll let you freely use the bathroom and eat without begging but don’t take it for granted because he can hold a grudge

If you start asking for stuff again he might beat you up to remind you of your place again so just don’t

Chrollo

You better have enjoyed your little vacation because your never gonna see the light of day again, your tied up in his basement, attached to a little bed with access to a small kitchen and a bathroom but it’s far from freedom

He’s still gonna get you pretty dresses but they are only for him to see

He’s never gonna trust you, he’s gonna hold everything over your head from now on, he got you a tight skimpy dress that you don’t even like? Your gonna have to set an alarm because he wants to wake up to a blow job to make his morning wood go down

It’s not gonna be the worst but it won’t be nearly what it was before

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