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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.

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uvobreakmylegs · 2 years

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When the Sun Gets Higher

part 2 of a three-part poly!vampire! Uvo x reader x Nobu! this time featuring hellhound!Shalnark :D

Part 1 | Part 3

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of death, captivity, mentions of noncon, blood, small mentions of gore (kinda?), attempted escape

Word count: 6.8k

When they're asleep they look dead.

That's not the case when they're awake, walking around and talking, just like regular living people. Nobunaga and Uvogin can walk through entire crowds and no one would think that they would look the way they do when they're asleep. Their complexions are healthy, and with all of their muscle they look far better than most others that you'd seen.

But when they rest during the daytime to recharge and recover their strength, that's when they look dead.

When you lay in between the two of them, waking up at odd intervals during the day because despite how much time you've spent with them your internal clock still thinks you should be awake when the sun is up, you often find yourself staring at them. Neither seem to be breathing and their faces are calm. And when you see that sight a memory always comes to mind:

An old friend of yours from high school died shortly after you had graduated. It was sudden and unexpected and you remembered crying your eyes out the day that you learned the news. Shortly after you'd attended their wake, and at the end of the crowded room of the funeral home filled with their family and friends, you saw your friend laying in a casket. And while tears began to fill your eyes again at the sight, as it was a confirmation that they really were gone forever, you also remembered thinking of how fake they looked. Whether it was just the fact that the body in front of you was just no longer alive or perhaps if it was just the embalming process was what had made them look artificial, you had a hard time believing that had once been a living, breathing person like you.

That was the feeling you got every time you looked at Nobunaga or Uvogin.

But unlike your friend, they always wake up.

Currently you were looking at Nobunaga. You had woken up finding yourself positioned on your side, and he was the first thing you had seen. He was laying on his back, his head turned slightly towards you and his eyes closed. You could sense Uvo's form behind you, and you knew if you turned your head to look him, he'd look the same as Nobu.

Cold and still, but peaceful.

It would change when they woke up, and once you saw them sitting up and chatting with you, you'd be able to push those previous images of them to the back of your mind as you focused on other things.

Like the absolutely miserable situation they had forced you into.

How long had it been since the night of the carnival? You had no idea. You'd blacked out after the two of them assaulted you.

When you woke up next you hadn't been able to move much, as the ache in your limbs made moving too hard. You found yourself laying between the two of them at that time as well, all three of you laying in the corner of the room on what appeared to be several mattresses that had been pushed together on the floor, likely done to accommodate Uvo's size. When you were finally able to move around a little, you found yourself covered in healing bite marks that were all over your hands, arms and neck, as well as a few stray wounds that were on your thighs.

They weren't forthcoming when it came to questions about where you were, as they'd either laugh at you and tell you not to worry about it or just straight-up ignore you. That left you trying to figure things out on your own.

And all you'd really been able to tell since you'd been brought here was that you'd been living in a finished basement.

There were areas of the wall towards the ceiling that looked as though they had been windows at one point, but they had been bricked up, not allowing you even a glimpse at whatever was outside. There were also a few doors that were always locked, as well as a stairway that lead to an upstairs area, and the door at the top was also locked any time you tried it. Just based on all of that and how cold it could get in there, it didn't seem too unreasonable to assume that you were in a basement.

Evidently the two had no need for a way to tell the time, so whenever you woke up when they were both still out of it you couldn't even tell what time in the day it was. The only thing you got was when they woke up, as that told you that it was nighttime once again. That was at least something you could use to keep track of the time, to make a rough estimate of exactly how long you'd been here. Trying to keep an exact count was impossible, though. You had tried a few times to count the days exactly, but you would find yourself becoming confused as your memories seemed to get jumbled together. Only once had you tried keeping a tally, but Nobu had put a stop to that as he gruffly told you not to mark up the walls.

If you were to guess, you'd say it had been a few months that they kept you here. That seemed like a reasonable thing to assume.

But with some of the things they'd done to you, it felt like longer.

Currently it was quiet, with the only exception being the mini fridge on the other side of the room that let out a low hum. If you strained your ears, you could hear other things. Noises that came from the outside, beyond the bricked up windows. Usually all you could hear were the sounds of cars driving by and the distant sounds of dogs barking. From that, you wondered if their hideout was situated in a neighborhood somewhere. Depending on how nice it was, it was probably the best hiding place for them; not many would suspect that a normal-looking house would have a pair of blood-drinking kidnappers lurking in the basement. That was if it looked like a nice place, though.

You also wondered who exactly was housing them. With Nobunaga's and Uvogin's regular activities seeming to take up most of their time, it was safe to assume that there was a third party to take care of the mundane things like bills and upkeep of the house. A third party seemed guaranteed since you had occasionally heard footsteps walking on the floor above when the other two were downstairs with you.

It was sad to think that there was another person who knew about this. That Uvo and Nobu were keeping you down here and that they weren't doing anything about it. Even if they didn't know the extent of what they were doing to you, they had to know that you were down here, right? And they were just okay with it?

Or were they being threatened by your captors into not doing anything?

It was impossible to tell when you knew absolutely nothing about that other person. Maybe they were being threatened. Or maybe it was someone that they cared about who's life was on the line. Both were reasonable possibilities.

You ended up glancing back to Uvo, and you were unsurprised to see that he looked the same as Nobu in that moment: looking dead.

Looking fake.

The two kept insisting that they were vampires. Kept trying to prove it in the way they said things and in the way they would bite you. And maybe the way they looked when they slept could be interpreted as further proof of their claims.

But it wasn't true.

They were delusional at best, and playing out some sick fantasy at worst. Your mind only saw them as seeming dead because of the extreme stress that it had been put under since they had brought you here. It was some sort of response to all of the trauma; it had to be. For whatever reason, your mind was taking that image of your friend and applying it to them when they slept. Though you weren't certain if the mind could really work like that, you held onto that explanation.

But you didn't want to consider any others.

It was a sick game that they were playing, and one that they had begun to force you to participate in to an even greater extent.

A lump formed in your throat as you watched Nobunaga and Uvo from where you sat on the bed. Each man had sliced open their wrist, allowing the blood that came out to flow into a cup that they had brought out seemingly just for this. The blood came out looking black and thick and you felt the urge to vomit as you kept your eyes on them, too worried about what would happen if you glanced away. So you watched in quiet horror as you pressed yourself against the wall, your knees drawn up while you clutched the cat plush tightly to your chest. Despite it being a gift from them, it was one of the few things that gave you comfort.

Uvo held the cup out to you after he had finished, calling for you to come over.

“.... Why?” you asked him.

“Because we need you to drink this.”

You stared at them. Then looked to the cup, and then back to them.

“..... Is this a joke?”

“Does it sound like we're joking?” Nobu asked you.

It didn't, and when you looked to their expressions, they were serious about wanting you to drink the contents of the cup.

“That's disgusting,” you said, “no. I'm not doing that.”

“This isn't exactly optional, babe,” Uvo said.

“I'm not doing it,” you insisted, “you two can play vampire all you want, but I'm not going to be part of that.”

Your captors shared a look between themselves.

“I told you she wouldn't do it on her own,” Nobu said to Uvogin.

“It was worth a shot.”

With that, Uvo handed the cup off to Nobu.

And then the two of them were on top of you, Uvogin easily forcing you into his lap and holding your limbs down so you couldn't try to push away while Nobu wrenched open your jaw so he could force the liquid down your throat, like you were some sort of disobedient animal that didn't want to take their medication.

Despite all of that, you still did your best to struggle and get away from them, using one of your legs to kick at Nobunaga.

That ended up irritating him, and he grabbed you by the jaw so he could look you in the eyes as he said “stop struggling.”

For some reason, you listened, even though you desperately wanted to keep fighting them.

Something similar had happened on the night of the carnival, you remembered. Where you made some questionable choices that had been encouraged by them. Like going off without messaging your friends and not questioning when they drove you out of the parking lot. Things that you had known were dumb but for some reason they had been able to convince you that it was okay. They could just say a word and you would do as they said, even if you knew that what was happening was wrong.

They had some sort of control over you, and you couldn't rationalize as to how they were able to do that.

Most of the blood ended up in your mouth, and they were quick to force your jaw shut so you had no choice but to swallow. And they kept your mouth shut so there was no chance that you would try to purge it from your system.

The only decent thing they did after they finally let you go was give you a bottle of water that you downed within a few moments as you tried to rid the taste of blood from your mouth. With how great your disgust was at what had happened and the fact that you were focusing on Uvogin just because he kept stroking your hair, you largely missed whatever it was that Nobunaga was saying. Something about things being hard for you for a while.

You should've made more of an effort to listen.

The events that followed that night were largely a blur to you.

Over a period of what must've been weeks, you found yourself in the greatest pain you'd ever felt. Your head hurt, your teeth ached and it felt like your skin was burning and all you wanted to do claw open your own flesh in the hopes that it would provide just a little bit of relief.

Uvo and Nobu didn't allow that.

In those brief moments of clarity you had, where the pain wasn't forcing you into delirium, one or both would be with you. Holding you, wiping away the sweat that had formed on your forehead, or offering you words of comfort when they realized that you were cognizant. During several of those instances you awoke to find that your wrists had been bound behind your back, and when you struggled as you tried to free your hands, they would hold you close again, putting a stop to that as they told you to stay calm. Giving you encouraging words as they said that you were doing good, that you were almost through this and that things would be so much better for you once it was finished.

Your throat was always hoarse when they would tell you this, and you could never form the proper words to ask what they meant by “it” being “finished”.

It wasn't clear when all of that ended. All you could really recall was one day waking up and noticing that you were no longer bound and that the pain was gone. There was also a sense that there was something different. Something different about you specifically, but you couldn't place what it was exactly.

But your captor's treatment of you changed.

They still held you close and were all over you in general, and while they would leave claiming bites on your skin, they would no longer sink their teeth into you and drink from your veins. You didn't question it, taking it as a good thing that they had stopped doing that.

But what was bad was when they stopped feeding you.

The mini-fridge that was usually stocked with food had been emptied of anything edible, and in their place were blood packets.

You hadn't mentioned anything about it at first. But as the hours dragged on and you felt a hunger growing within you, you brought it up to them, asking if they were going to feed you.

“There's stuff for you in the fridge,” Nobu said.

“The.... The blood?”

“What else?”

“I'm not touching that,” you said, “I need food.”

“I mean, you can have food it you want,” Uvo piped up, “but it's not gonna do that much for you. You're gonna need the blood if you want to survive.”

“I'm not drinking blood,” you reiterated.

“Then you're gonna go hungry,” said Nobunaga, “and I honestly don't want to deal with that this early on, so it'd be better for all of us if you just take the blood.”

“I'm not touching that. Normal people don't drink blood.”

The two of them shared a confused look between themselves at that. Then Uvogin spoke your name slowly.

“You are aware that you're not a 'normal person' anymore, right?” he questioned.

“What do you mean?” you questioned back.

“You've been changed,” he said, “you're like us: a vampire. You're not alive anymore.”

“…..”

You stared at him, waiting for him to say something else. To say that it was a joke or that he was lying to you.

But Uvogin didn't say anything more. And when you looked to Nobu, you saw that he was just as serious as his companion.

“..... Vampires aren't real.”

After you said that, it was their turn to look at you in disbelief, and the two shared another look with each other.

“Guess it's a good thing we're not keeping you around for your brains,” Nobu muttered.

On hearing that, you turned around and laid down in bed, indignantly facing the wall with your back turned towards them so you didn't need to see them anymore.

They were lying. Or they were crazy. Either way, you were right; vampires aren't real.

“Guess we'll have to force-feed her for a bit,” you heard Nobu say.

You stiffened on hearing that, but you waited to hear Uvo's response.

“Nah, just let her be for now.”

“What? She'll starve herself if we do that.”

“No she won't,” said Uvo, “eventually her hunger will kick in and she'll have no choice but to take the blood. Let her suffer until then if that's what she wants to do.”

“I don't want to deal with her going feral.”

“I really doubt we'll need to worry about that. Just leave her alone for now.”

That seemed to be the end of the conversation, and just as Uvogin had said, the two of them left you alone.

That had been a week ago. Or so you had guessed.

And now you were tired, hungry and all you wanted was to go home.

Go home and get as far away from these two as humanly possible.

Despite the weakness in your entire being, that thought had you pushing yourself up from the mattress, making sure to do so slowly while you kept an eye on the two of them. There had been too many times all you had done was get up from the bed just a bit too quickly and that had been enough to wake them up, their eyes that had been closed snapping open as they grabbed you and forced you back down.

So you went about things slow, raising yourself up to your knees so you could slowly back away while you watched their faces, just in case they did end up waking up anyway and you needed to give some excuse as to why you were getting up. Whether they would believe you or not would depend on their moods; either they would see right through you and hold onto you so you couldn't try getting away again, or they would accept your explanation but wait for you to return from whatever it was that you said that you were getting up to do.

Though you did wonder if they ever bought your excuses, and any times that they seemed to have done that were just a matter of them not feeling like handing out any punishments in that moment.

It was just more reason to get away from them. And when you stood up fully from the mattresses, you kept your eyes on them still as you backed away until you felt you were safe to turn around and head for the stairs.

But slowly.

Going up the stairs without making a sound was an art by now, something you had learned through trial and error with your previous attempts at escape. Where to place your foot without anything creaking, which steps to avoid entirely as you stepped over them, and all the while you were glancing behind yourself, fully expecting to see one of the two come up behind and drag you back to the bed.

It must've been a combination of how deep they were in sleep and how quietly you were able to move about now, as you were able to reach the top of the stairs without waking them.

You didn't remember any other time in your life where you had managed to move so quietly. Maybe that was a survival skill born out of your captivity, one of the few things that was in your favor.

There was still the issue of the door, and if they had gone back to locking it. If it was locked it was better to head back down and take your place in between them. Even if you could just break open the lock, that would make far too much noise and set you back once again, and the last thing you wanted was to be taken back down those stairs.

Taking a deep breath, you grasped the handle of the door-

And had to keep your noise of elation silent when you felt the handle turn and the door beginning to swing open.

It was happening. You were getting out.

It was a struggle to keep yourself from just running out, now that the last obstacle that kept you from getting away was no longer an issue. But you kept repeating to yourself that you weren't safe yet. They could still hear you if you made too much noise, and even with the small amount of distance between you and them, they would likely be able to catch you in moments.

You opened the door until the opening just barely fit you, and then you squeezed through, quickly turning around and shutting the door with the same amount of care. And even then you told yourself that you still weren't away from danger. Once you got outside, you told yourself. Once you made it there you could make whatever mad dash to get help and hopefully find someone who could take care of the two downstairs.

After shutting the basement door, you looked about the surrounding area, noting that this was the first time you'd seen anything on this floor. It definitely appeared to be a house that you were in, as you the room you were in looked to be a kitchen. Turning as you inspected more of the area around you, you noted that it looked pretty clean for the most part, with the exception being some areas where junk had piled-

You swore you nearly had a heart attack when you noticed what had been sitting behind you, and you jumped back against the door with a sharp intake of breath.

….. A dog.

It was just a dog. And they didn't appear to be aggressive as they were just sitting back and watching you, tilting their head with a curious look as you made yourself calm down.

In your time spent here, you remembered instances when you'd heard footsteps on the floor above you, but never anything that would've indicated that there was a dog present. And with how Uvo and Nobu's schedule typically had them sleeping during the day and running off at night, you weren't sure if either had the time to take care of an animal.

But based on their attitude and how clean their golden fur was, it didn't seem to be a stray.

They must've belonged to whoever else lived in this house.

And upon remembering that there definitely was at least a third person in this place, you spurred yourself to keep moving.

The dog didn't react when you began stepping around them. They just continued to watch, green eyes tracking your movement as you wandered further into the kitchen.

“Nice dog,” you whispered, grateful that they hadn't started barking.

You heard the thing snort at that, but you didn't register the dog doing anything else as you were distracted by a new find:

A door.

One that lead to the outside.

As swiftly and as quietly as you could, you approached. There was a lock on this one too, but it was one that you could open. With one flick of the lock and a push to the door, you exited onto a shaded patio.

And for the first time in months you got a breath of fresh air.

It truly hadn't hit you until now just how stuffy it was down there. How stagnant and dead it was. And they'd kept you locked up down there without letting you out even once. It was also the first time you'd seen sunlight since that day they'd taken you, and though you were still within the doorway, just seeing the natural light in front of you was hurting your eyes a little.

How you'd managed to keep your sanity largely intact during all this time you had no clue.

There wasn't time to focus on that, however. Beyond the patio, you saw a backyard, fenced in on both sides with a wooded area that sat opposite of the house. It was hard to say which direction you should run in, but the fence on either side had you choosing the wooded area. If you went that way, you'd find help.

You desperately hoped that would be the case, and this time without bothering to shut the door behind you, you took off in a run, leaving the patio and going out into the yard.

The instant you felt the sunlight hit your skin you were overcome by a feeling of weakness. Your knees buckled and your legs felt unsteady as you rushed across the yard, and before you even made it halfway, a dizzying sensation overwhelmed you and you fell onto the ground below.

What was happening?

Were you sick? Or was it just the fact that finally getting out of that house after months of captivity was too overwhelming for you? That finally breathing something other than the basement air and seeing something other than those painted walls was happening too fast and the drastic change in environment was affecting you physically.

But you needed to power through it. This was the best chance you'd gotten in a while to escape those two. If they realized you were gone and came up to find you sprawled in the backyard, it was tough to say when another opportunity would come.

You tried to push yourself back up, but you were barely able to lift your torso off the ground before your arms buckled beneath the pressure and you fell back down.

Goddammit, why was this happening now?

With your body not cooperating but still desperate to run and get help, the best option you had left was to crawl your way to freedom. It felt pathetic, another degrading moment you needed to live through since the start of this miserable situation. But you repeated to yourself that as long as you were able to get away, then it didn't matter what exactly you looked like during that process.

All that mattered was you getting away.

The trees that were at the back of the yard looked inviting. In particular the shade that they provided, little spots that protected the area from the rays of the sun. There was something in you that told you to get to that area, that desperately wanted to no longer be out in the open as you began to feel a tingling sensation on your skin. God, what the hell had they done to you?

Struggling across the yard in the way you did felt like it took hours as you crawled your way across, tearing up clumps of the grass as you did so. But even with as weak as you felt, hope lit up in your chest again when you realized that you were making progress when you saw the treeline was closer. If you could get to that area and then gather up enough strength to get outside of the property line, it seemed guaranteed that you'd be able to get help. Through the foliage of the trees in front of you, you could see what appeared to be a house on the other side. And if someone was there and they saw you, then you'd be saved.

That thought renewed some of your strength, and though you still didn't have the strength to get up, you began to move faster.

Almost. You were almost there.

“Well, I think that's far enough.”

The cheerful voice you heard from behind was unexpected, and as you turned your head to look at who had spoken, you were distracted by the sounds of an umbrella opening up before it was held above you, covering the majority of your body from the sun.

The relief you felt was instant, and without really thinking you pulled your limbs in as tight as you could so all parts of you were curled beneath the shade of the umbrella, earning you a chuckle from the person who held it.

“I know they're keeping you ignorant of some stuff on purpose, but it seems a little dumb to not let you know that you could die from the sunlight when you're this weak.”

There was a pause, and then the voice asked “they haven't told you that, right?”

The man who spoke to you looked as though he was younger than your captors. Short blonde hair and large green eyes that gave him a look of innocence as he grinned down at you. The light pastels of the clothing he wore only added to that innocent look, and the only dark thing about him was the large black umbrella he was holding over you.

But despite how innocuous he looked, there was something about him, something in the way he looked down at you that told you he was dangerous. The gut feeling that was largely absent on the night you'd met Nobu and Uvo was present this time, and you found yourself wanting to be away from this man just as much as you wanted to be away from them.

There was also something about his eyes that seemed familiar, although you couldn't place why that could be.

After a few moments, the man shrugged, laughing as he said “well, whatever. At least you know now that you can't get away that easy.”

Your head lolled back in the direction of the trees, his words reminding you of what you'd been after: getting out of here.

You reached a hand out of the protection that the umbrella provided, and winced when the sunlight hit your arm again.

“You're trying to get away again? Do you really think I'm just gonna let you do that?” the man asked with a healthy bit of incredulousness in his tone.

“I want to go home,” you whined, reaching out with your other arm to pull yourself forward. The tingling sensation on your skin was becoming more noticeable.

“Don't know if that's the best idea. I doubt your family and friends would be okay with what you've become.”

….. What I've become?

“I haven't become anything,” you said, “I'm still myself.”

“Really.”

The man moved the umbrella away from you and you yelped at the feeling of the sunlight hitting you fully once again.

“You think that reaction is normal?” he asked. He held the umbrella back over you, and you found yourself curled in the spot of shade it provided once more.

“You've seen what they do, so you should know what they are. And Uvo told me that they changed you, although he also mentioned that you've been resistant to drinking blood.”

He leaned down to kneel beside you while still holding the umbrella over you.

“Why do you think they'd make you drink blood?”

“Because they're sick,” you spat.

Based on the way he blinked and shrugged, it seemed that he agreed on you with that point.

“But those bites on your neck and them making you drink their blood should also tell you something,” he continued, “and I really don't think your loved ones would happy with you having become a vampire.”

“I'm not.”

Despite your stubbornness, the man had yet to become irritated with you. He actually seemed amused by the whole thing with the way he laughed at your response.

“Well, you're free to say that you aren't all you like. It doesn't change the fact that you're theirs now.”

He stood back up, brushing off the knees of his pants as he continued “I think you've had enough fun for today, so I'll be taking you back inside.”

Protests were about to spill from your mouth when he folded the umbrella closed, and now when the sun hit you, it was no longer just a tingling sensation but actual pain that you were feeling that crawled through your skin.

“Don't make too much noise, okay? The neighbors think highly of me, and I'd like to keep it that way. Moving house is a pain.”

You didn't answer him, only whimpering when he lifted you off the ground and slung you over his shoulder with an “up we go.” Though his strength wasn't quite on par with that of Uvo or Nobu, he seemed to be a lot stronger than he looked.

He carried you back into the house with you on his shoulder, and you were only able to move your head up once, getting one last glimpse of your would-be escape route before he turned so he could close and lock the door behind him.

Once back inside, you felt some relief again, but the way he had jostled you around on his shoulder had unsettled your stomach.

“.... Bathroom,” you mumbled.

“Hm?”

“I'm gonna throw up.”

“Ah.”

At least he took you over to the bathroom without any complaint, setting you down on the floor before he walked away. If you'd had some ounce of strength, you probably would've been tempted to make another run for it. Probably a dumb idea, but maybe one that would've been dumb enough that he wouldn't have expected it. But as it was, you barely had enough strength to lift up the lid of the toilet before you began to hurl up bile.

There was some relief that there wasn't much that came up, but that was largely because you didn't even remember the last time you had eaten a full meal. On the nights leading up to this day, the only thing those two had given you were the packets of blood that you had refused to touch. They'd left you alone, still citing that you would take them whenever you got hungry enough.

But after today's escape attempt, you wondered if they'd even allow you the option of refusing.

You became aware of people standing by the door. Could feel their gazes on you as they spoke.

“-don't get why you let her out,” one said.

That was clearly Uvogin's voice.

“I'd have stopped her if she tried going out the front door,” was the response.

The man who'd brought you in.

“But since she was going out to an area where no one would see her, I figured it was a good time for her to learn what happens when you're too weak to be out in the sunlight.”

“Mm. I guess. But if this happens again just bring her back down.”

“I figured.”

You had kept your gaze on your lap, but when you heard Uvo's voice barking out your name, you glanced over to him. He looked very alive, and while this wasn't the angriest you'd seen him, he definitely looked annoyed.

Uvo motioned for you to get up. When you didn't immediately follow his order, he sighed before he bent down to pick you up.

“Sorry for the hassle, Shalnark.”

“Not a big deal. Watching over you three is my job, right?” the other man, Shalnark, replied.

“Yeah. But we'll need to start locking that door again when we're sleeping,” Uvo grumbled, “especially if she's gotten quiet enough that we can't hear her leaving.”

“Don't worry. She won't get out again.”

Shalnark said those words confidently, and it made you sad to think that every action you had taken in your escape attempt was so worthless. That he could've stopped you before you left the house or even the second you left the basement, but he'd let you go out and flounder out there just for some sick “lesson”.

The conversation ended after that, and Uvogin carried you back over to the basement's entrance. You managed a glance over his shoulder before he began to descend down the steps, looking over to where Shalnark still stood. Your eyes met, and he waved at you as he smiled cheerfully.

It felt condescending.

You also wondered where the dog had gone.

Nobunaga was sitting up in his spot on the bed, leaning his chin against his hand as he watched the two of you come back down.

Also no longer looking dead, and also looking very annoyed.

“So she got out?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Uvo answered, tossing you onto the bed after and then heading back to the stairs, most likely to lock the door at the top.

You landed on your front, though you didn't stay like that for long as Nobu pulled you back up and made you face him. He turned your face from side to side, then looked over your arms and then the rest of you, his frown deepening as he clearly didn't like what he saw.

You doubted that you looked very good. You hadn't felt good since they'd forced blood down your throat and then refused to feed you.

But what the hell had they been expecting?

“Where the hell was Shalnark?” Nobu called up to Uvogin.

“He was aware. And he was watching her,” was the response that came back.”

“And he still let her out?”

“He also saw how weak she was,” Uvo explained, “he knew she wouldn't have gotten far, and he would've stopped it if he knew she'd go up in flames.”

Nobunaga didn't seem entirely pleased by that, but he turned his attention back to you, looking you over again and then came to a decision.

Nobu looked back to Uvogin once he had returned from locking the door.

“We're feeding her,” Nobu said, “whether she wants it or not.”

There wasn't any argument from Uvo, who just nodded and headed over towards the fridge.

You already knew what he was going over there for, and you tensed when you saw him pull open the door.

Nobunaga looked back over to you.

“Sit still.”

As much as you wanted to get away, you were also aware that the two men weren't happy with you right now, and continuing to fight in this moment would only upset them more. So even if Nobunaga hadn't told you to stay still, you wouldn't have moved. Even though there was still a part of you inside that stupidly wanted to make a break for the stairs even though they were both awake and it was now locked, you sat there obediently.

It was okay, you told yourself. Another chance would come. Maybe it would take a while, but another chance would definitely come.

Uvo sat back down next to you, blood packet in hand. And once again you were repositioned with your mouth being forced open and the blood being poured down your throat. The smell and taste of iron felt overwhelming as the chilled liquid went over your tongue.

Strangely, you felt better after you drank from the packet, even though you repeatedly told yourself that this was disgusting.

“You could die if you go out into sunlight when you're too weak,” Uvo told you as the last remainders of the packet poured into your mouth, “so make an effort to feed yourself; we didn't bring you here just so you could burn to a crisp.”

He was talking nonsense again. That was all it had to be. Even if you were feeling better, it had to just be a coincidence.

The outside had just been too overwhelming.

You really, really hoped that was all it was.

This time they let you go after the packet had been drained. Evidently they weren't worried about you trying to force the blood back up.

You scurried back into one of the corners, pulling your knees up to your chest while wishing that you could get some water so you could wash the taste out of your mouth. They didn't bother giving you that courtesy this time, but they also didn't seem quite as annoyed as they had been since you'd first been brought back down. Nobunaga just pulled you back from the corner into your place on the bed while Uvo stood to throw the empty packet into a nearby waste bin.

Soon enough, you were all in the same positions that you'd been in before you had gotten up: you in between the two of them while they slept, although this time they both had an arm wrapped around you.

And as you glanced back to their faces while they slept, you saw that they looked fake again.

Back to square one.

#reader insert #uvogin x reader #nobunaga x reader #yandere #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere x reader #yandere hxh #hxh uvogin #uvo x reader #yandere uvogin #yandere nobunaga #Nobunaga Hazama #vampire au #shalnark

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longlostzoldyck · 2 years

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high on your touch

wc: 3.7k, minors dni (sexual content 18+)

pairing: chrollo x reader

warnings: heavy smut, unprotected sex (don't do it, please protect your privates), drug use, smoking, dubcon (they’re both high), oral, fingering, the whole thing honestly, daddy kink, slight dumbification, borderline excessive use of petnames (angel, babygirl, princess, baby, pretty girl, bunny), tiniest bit of aftercare

summary: chrollo and you smoke after a big heist, but turns out the particular strain has you both longing for each other’s touch

notes lol: been needy all week and im convinced its the new strain ive been smoking so this is fully self indulgent but isn’t all my writing??

You couldn’t believe how that had gone. It was your first heist as a full fledged troupe member and it couldn’t have gone any more perfectly. They didn’t even know the target. Chrollo would simply call and the spiders would follow his commands. Chrollo never doubted your abilities for a moment. From the second he sensed your aura, he knew what he had in his hands: a blossoming specialist. Your nen allowed you to faze through objects which for a thief was an incredibly useful skill, especially because while holding on to another you could also share your powers. That’s exactly what you did that evening. Chrollo had always had an eye for the things he couldn’t have so it was a shock to nobody that he has his eyes set on the treasures most millionaires and criminals hoarded. However, this time it was a bit more complicated. Chrollo wanted them to break into the most prestigious museum in York New City.

This was a level of security the troupe had never dealt with and they had spent months planning this heist until they finally had a breakthrough. They had been looking for a new recruit since losing Ugovin and they just so happened to find the perfect new recruit. (Y/n) (y/ln). It was a name that would be etched in Chrollo's memory since learning it.

For a young barrista who didn't even know the first thing about nen, you showed a world's worth of potential. You just thought you were horribly clumsy, you couldn't even believe you were capable of that level of power. You barely even believed him when he first told you about nen. I mean why would you? But when he showed how your hands could faze in and out of objects, you couldn't deny it.

It only took months to grow your nen enough so that you could easily cover your entire body, but you got there. Then before you knew it you could do the same for others as they were touching you. All Chrollo needed to do was hold on to your hand and you could easily get him inside any safe. His first target was York New City's newest gem.

After a yakuza boss was taken down, the police confiscated all of his possessions where they found a wealth of treasures. They proceeded to donate these treasures to the most prestigious museum in the city who delighted in their new acquisitions. It was only a matter of time before Chrollo set his eyes on this treasure.

All Chrollo needed to do was get you to the safe and then it was his. That's exactly how it went down. They planned the heist to occur on the same evening as a gala so all the attention would be in one of the exhibit rooms. Their target was in the basement anyway. They snuck in as guests and then followed Shalnark's instructions through the building. They strut down that hallway confidently. Chrollo was guiding you down the hallway easily gliding as he followed Shalnark's directions. You stopped before the office at the very end of the hallway, taking a deep breathe before pulling him inside the room. It was the director's office. The new exhibits were supposed to be kept in a safe downstairs, but Chrollo managed to find out that the director was keeping the most valuable pieces in his office.

You were surrounded by a multitude of treasures: books, jewels, gold, paintings, and artifacts... Yet Chrollo crossed through all of them not even noticing the priceless objects around him. He stopped at the end of the room before a small painting. He reached for the painting unhooking it from its place on the wall revealing a small safe behind it. He turned offering her a sly smile. Chrollo Lucilfer was purely baffling to you. How could he know that was there? But above all else, how did he know that's where his target was?

"Can you lend me a hand?," his voice pulled you out of your thoughts, but offered no answers to your questions.

"How did you know about that?," you asked as you made your way to his side.

"All good thieves know their subjects," he simply responded as if it was an obvious answer. You rolled your eyes with a scoff enveloping your hand with your nen. Chrollo's eyes remained glued to your fingers as your nen quickly expanded. You sunk your hand inside the safe feeling some kind of package. You pulled it out then handing it to Chrollo who then gently stuffed it in his coat with a smile. "I'll never get tired of that."

"A new toy?," you teased.

"I'll show it to you if you like," he offered.

"I thought you went off tonight. You know, each going off in separate ways and such," you replied. The spiders worked quite simply: they would reunite, steal, and go their separate ways until their next heist. It's why they were near impossible to track.

"In the morning. The night is for celebrating our success," he said patting his new treasure over his coat.

Their exit was as slick as the heist. Chrollo again easily led you out of the building and to a luxurious penthouse apartment. It was the most luxurious place you had ever seen. The roaring fire drew you immediately and you enjoyed the warmth against your skin. You were eventually joined by Chrollo who had a blunt hanging from his lips. He exhaled the smoke then offering you a hit from it too. You took it bringing it up to your lips.

You both simply stood there for a moment smoking in silence in front of the fire until you finished the blunt and Chrollo turned back to the glass coffee table to roll another one. You followed him to the long sectional couch sitting on the couch cushion next to him, not wanting to ruin his work. He worked effortlessly, his long fingers quickly rolling the thin paper. He brought his finished product up to his lips licking the paper to ensure the blunt stayed together.

"Has something caught your attention?," he asked in a teasing manner. He offered you the blunt. You took it then popping it between your lips. Chrollo held a lighter for you as you took another drag. You were in a particularly intimate position which made the situation even more nerve-wracking. You were sitting across from each other on the couch as you leaned closer and closer so he could keep the fire steady for a moment.

"Are you going to show me what we stole?," you asked once sufficiently baked. You were normally quiet around Chrollo, nervous around your intimidating boss. The adrenaline of your first successful heist mixed together with the numbing effects of the drugs mixed to dissolve any nerves. He reached inside his suit jacket pulling out the treasure which he hadn't even unwrapped.

"Do you know what the first novel is?," he asked shifting his eyes away from his prize.

"I don't know. I wasn't alive for it, Chrollo," you sassed which drew a smile from his lips.

"Many think of Don Quixote as the first novel," he continued.

"I'm guessing you already have that one," you snickered and he simply smiled. He normally didn't let troupe members interrupt him, but Chrollo liked seeing you all giggly and relaxed.

"The Tale of Genji was written by Murasaki Shikibu about 1,000 years ago," he explained as he unfolded the paper around it revealing a book. You couldn't believe they had gone through all of that for a book. "This manuscript was thought to be lost for centuries, lost to time." He turned the book gently between his fingers simply admiring the condition of it. "Take a look for yourself."

He smiled then handing it to you to look at yourself. You were honestly shocked he was letting you touch it. You weren't supposed to even know what it was. Your hands shook slightly as you took the book from Chrollo's hands. You couldn't believe a book this old was in your hands. You weren't a diligent reader, but could admire the significance of the work of art on your lap. Chrollo sat back smoking the rest of the blunt then dropping the dead bud in the trash. You gently left the book on the coffee table as your boss returned. Chrollo was an attractive man, you knew that before, but there was something about him that made him seem like a god amongst mere mortals at this very moment. His eyes tinted slightly red staring at you like he just wanted to eat you up. You could feel the room just getting hotter or maybe it was just your skin...

"Do you have a new toy in mind already?," you asked as he sat next to you again. He had shifted himself closer to you. Your shoulders now slightly grazing.

"I have something in mind," he responded before leaning forwards to press his lips against yours. His lips were so soft but the kiss that started off gentle quickly turned messy and needy. You began increasingly whining more into the kiss which only seemed to spurge him on as he tightly wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you onto his lap. You were surprised at how he easily manhandled you to his desired position gasping into his mouth and keeping your lips apart to catch a breathe. He froze instantly evaluating the situation. "Did I overstep?"

"Chrollo, kiss me," you whispered before crashing your lips against his again. You needed to feel him closer, just the closest he could be. You began rolling your hips softly against his lap as he groped your sides and ass. He needed you just as close to him wanting to rip off the clothes on your body. "Chrollo please."

You gasped against his lips and moved one of his hands over your clothed mound. Just feeling him cup you was enough to have you shuddering. He couldn't imagine being harder than he was at this moment as he reeled over the sound of your lust-filled voice and moans. He was going to bust before he was even inside you at the simple sight of you falling apart on his lap. It was the most pornographic sight he had ever laid his eyes on, and he would get off on it for the rest of his life.

"So good for me, baby," he praised against your lips pushing your underwear to the side. He traced your slit softly pulling out a hiss from you. "You're so wet already for me and so... responsive..." he said in a tone barely about a whisper. "Use your words baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you," he commanded while rubbing circles around your clit.

You couldn't formulate words, you just wanted him. You could just moan at his touch feeling like you were in the clouds already. He pinched your clit shooting a pang of pleasure and pain up your body. He began to move his fingers slower making all pleasure begin to evaporate from your senses.

"You have to tell me what you want or I'm gonna stop, babygirl."

"I want you, daddy. You fingers, your tongue, your cock, everything," you finally strung together a handful of words you weren't even sure made any sense. You kept your eyes shut still recovering from feeling your building orgasm just slip through your fingers.

"Open your eyes for me, baby," he commanded softly. You opened your eyes to meet his lustblown ones. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. He was falling apart too and it had you clenching around nothing. "I want you to keep your eyes on me. Can you do that for me, princess?," he asked as he gently rubbed your slit slowly probing your pussy with his index finger. You sighed at the wave of pleasure his finger was bringing you. Keeping your eyes open felt close to impossible when he was making you feel this good. "I want you looking at me when you fall apart on my fingers. You go that, princess?," he asked sinking a finger inside your soaked pussy. You were so tight around his finger he was groaning at just the idea of how you'd feel on his cock.

"Yes, daddy," you responded with a gasp. His long fingers rubbed your walls so deliciously it almost had you purring in his hands. You were convinced his fingers were going to be your newest addiction.

"Oh baby. You might just be the death of daddy," he sighed, sinking in an additional finger inside you. You clung on to him tighter starting to nibble on his jaw which left him groaning in your ear. "I might just have to fuck you until you can't think about anything else but me and my dick. Do you want me to do that, pretty girl?"

"Please, daddy, please..." you begged. You didn't even know what you were begging for, you just needed more. You were so close. Your eyes shot open to meet his when you felt his finger rub you sweet spot. You were seeing stars like you never had before, soaking his hand with your juices as your orgasm rocked through you. You came as you looked into Chrollo's adoring eyes. He could get off on this forever. You cumming was the prettiest sight he had ever seen and he couldn't wait to see it again.

It took you a couple of minutes before you completely come down from your high. Once you did stared nibbling on his neck and jaw then leaning up to properly meet his gaze.

"I thought I lost you there for a second," he teased pulling you in for a chaste kiss and then a longer one. As he began to deepen his kisses he started to squeeze your skin tighter, wanting to tear your dress off your body. You pulled away from him for a moment lowering your dress sleeves to expose your bra. Before you could even take it off Chrollo already dived back into your neck sucking and nibbling down to your chest before returning to your lips.

"Let me return the favor," you said against his lips then rubbing your hand over his crotch. He was already alarmingly hard and you began to wonder how he was gonna fit inside you. He grabbed your arm pulling your hand up to kiss your wrist softly before meeting your eyes.

"Princess, I'm two seconds away from ruining my pants. I want all my cum stuffed inside your little pussy," you clenched around nothing at just the idea of Chrollo stuffed inside of you. He caught on to your arousal instantly smirking. "My pretty baby likes that? You want to get stuffed with my cum?"

You nodded quickly which only earned you a disappointed tsk.

"Use your words, pretty baby," he pinched your right nipple through your bra drawing out an embarrassing moan from you. "Words."

"Daddy, come inside me please. I want to milk your cock dry. Please daddy," you begged in his arms and whatever pride left was thrown out the window. You didn't care about anything but the idea of him being inside you.

"How could I say no to you, baby?," he cooed. "Take your clothes off for me, princess. I might just tear them off for you if you don't now."

You complied standing up to take off your bra and rolling up your dress over your head leaving you only in a black thong and boots. Chrollo leaned back in his seat outstretching his arms across the back of the sofa.

He had slipped his shirt over his head, but gotten distracted staring at you undress. Who watched you clumsily take off your chunky black boots and then your socks.

"Now you're overdressed," you teased slowly making your way back towards him. He proceeded to lift his hips and take off his pants and underwear at the same time. His hard dick slapped up against his lower stomach. He chuckled when he saw your eyes widen.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll fit," he cooed offering you a hand. You slipped your thong down your legs before taking his hand and climbing back on his lap.

Before you even sunk down on his lap your attention was drawn to the bandage still around his forehead. He had covered his tattoo for the heist and had just not taken it off since you returned. You reached up softly untying the band on his forehead then leaving it in the coffee table behind you. You stared at you attentively as you then pressed a gentle kiss on his tattoo before dying in for a hungry kiss.

"Do you wanna ride me, bunny?"

"Yes, daddy," you replied almost instantaneously which made him beam with joy. He leaned forward for a passionate kiss. It caught you off guard, but his passion had you melting into his arms. He tapped the outside of your thigh softly and you swung your leg around his hip feeling his hard dick under you. He was so close to being inside you, but refused to move further, just relishing in teasing you.

"There you are princess," he moved his hand on your waist down pushing his cockhead against your folds. Your head fell back in pleasure from feeling his swollen tip prodding your entrance. He was already stretching you out and it was just his tip. He leaned forward sucking your neck unable to resist the opportunity to mark up your body. His hand on your hip stopped helping you up and down his cock as he continued to focus more and more on just marking up your neck. You started to whine slightly needing to feel him move to help dissipate the sting of his size. He let go of your neck with a pop leaning back into the sofa outstretching his arms on the back of the sofa again. "Go on, bunny. I wanna watch you fuck yourself silly on my cock."

"Who said you're gonna fuck me silly?," you teased starting to slowly roll your hips up and down. Your sighed feeling your clit graze his pelvis every time making you see stars again.

"Oh, baby. You're already almost there. I'm just so nice that I'm going to take care of you and fuck you through it so good."

You clenched your pussy around his dick in response to his words, bringing out a groan from him too.

"Tired already, bunny?," you nodded digging your nails into his chest and shoulders.

"Please, daddy. I'm so close," you moaned out.

"Daddy's got you, baby," he pressed his thumb against your clit rubbing a new wave of ecstasy up your body.

You were so close you could taste it, but you wanted him to cum with you too. He moved his free hand to your waist to help your hips, but you grabbed his hands moving it to your throat and squeezing. He instantly understood your message putting enough pressure that you could feel it going to your head. The knot in your stomach finally snapped when you felt him cum inside of you. He took full control of your hips fucking you through a mind blowing orgasm. He just kept fucking in a combination of both your cum back inside you. He could watch your pussy take his cum forever.

He slowly lifted you off his lap when his cock was milked dry. You winced, feeling empty without him. Before you could complain he effortlessly picked you up in his arms making you feel like a doll. He carried you down to the door at the end of the hall. Chrollo dropped you on his bed softly and turned you to lay facing down. He climbed in bed behind you then lifting your hips leaving you face down and ass up.

"Don't worry about a thing, baby," he cooed kneading the skin on your ass softly. "Daddy's gonna get you all cleaned up. Don't worry your dumb little brain."

He proceeded to devour your pussy, unable to stop himself from lapping your juices. He could die between your thighs for all he cared. "Daddy, so good," you barely let out, but immediately groaned when his mouth left your folds. The next thing you knew he was stuffing a pillow under your hips and lining his hips with yours. He proceeded to drill into your pussy from behind. He had an iron grip on your waist that you knew was going to leave marks.

"Princess, you're squeezing me so tight. You're going to drive me crazy," he barely grunted out. His thrusts were borderline animalistic. He slammed into you from behind hitting your spongy spot over and over. You couldn't hold on for much longer. "Cum for me, angel. I'm right behind you."

His words were the last thing you needed to cum. You came so hard Chrollo was pushing you further and further into the mattress so you couldn't push him away from the overstimulation. He followed you, coming shortly after unable to resist how your pussy squeezed and milked his dick.

He simply fell over slowly fucking you through your orgasm. You were both spent and it took you a minute to come down from your high. Chrollo recovered faster grabbing wet towels to clean the masterpiece between your legs.

"What was that about me not fucking you silly?" he asked in a teasing manner running the wet towel on your inner thighs to clean the juices that had dripped down from your pussy.

"Shut up and come here," you outstretched your arms to him inviting him back into bed. He dropped the towel then climbing back in bed next to you. He easily pulled your body to lay practically on top of him, swinging one of your legs around his waist as you settled on his chest. You were so tired you were practically falling asleep already.

"I hope you know that I don't plan on letting you leave tomorrow... if that's okay with you," his voice drew your attention back up to him.

"I don't think I'll be able to walk properly so I don't think could leave even if I wanted to."

#yes this is entirely self indulgent but were not going to talk about it #chrollo #chrollo x reader #chrollo x y/n #hxh smut #chrollo smut #chrollo lucilfer smut

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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 5

The final part is finally here! It did manage to delete itself a couple of times, but I was finally able to recover it! I really hope you can enjoy this end to the series!

As always, this idea was inspired by the lovely @kiame-sama! I have no traditional education in writing, so any and all advice is appreciated!

Requests will be opening shortly after this goes up, I'm just writing up some final rules!

Hope you enjoy reading!

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Night had fallen over the city by the time you were left alone.

You could feel your heart pounding through your body, scared beyond reason by the insane situation you found yourself in.

It seemed to have become a theme in the past few days, carefully setting forth a plan only to be thrown into some absolute catastrophe.

Over the course of the day, you had been dragged around to many random people, security workers and police officers all asking you questions and getting irate when you couldn't tell them everything. Some of them had tried to be kinder to you, speaking in lower tones and going slower, but they were all showed that they were upset when you refused certain details.

You couldn't tell them now, but all you wanted was to keep them safe, hoping that your soulmate would take mercy on them if you were found now. Marnie had been kind enough to keep you company through the entire day, though she wasn't the nicest either, and she had been the last one you saw when she dropped you off at this meagre hotel.

It was a large, cement high rise building on a dimly-lit street, with cheap furniture that probably didn't even get washed between visitors. When you first considered trying to sleep, you found that the blankets were made of scratchy, harsh material that made your whole body cringe away in disgust. That wasn't even to note that they were too light and thin to provide you with any comforting weight.

Anyone would think that you had no more tears to spare today, but as you finally sat on the worn-down chair, you began to choke up with stress. You had heard many counselors and friends say that anxiety could be much like droplets in a bucket, slowly building up in the mind until it could burst into tears, but you had never thought that you would feel stress as immense as this.

There was no need to move right now, you could just cry and choke on your breath, and there was almost something comforting about the all of the emotion of the moment.

That peace that you were trying to enjoy as you sobbed was quickly broken by a new voice in the room.

"(Y/N). I'm sorry."

With a sharp gasp, you looked up to find the intruder, only to see Jo leaned against the far wall of your room. They were looking at you, apologetically staring with sadness in their expression.

"I didn't - I didn't predict that there would be an issue with the airship. Now they've found you." They continue to speak with almost ominous tone, voicing their concern with a tired sigh.

They've found you? Your soulmate? Already? Who were these people, and why were they so obsessed with finding you?

As if you hadn't been overwhelmed enough, Jo had truly decided to drop a bombshell on you at this moment. In utter confusion, you looked towards your friend for any explanation.

Jo sighed again, looking away with despair, "They're minutes away as we speak. We can't run or fight." They paused again, contemplating as they look at you with a soft expression, "I - I don't know what to do."

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"Alright! This is where (Y/N)'s being held!" Shalnark's cheery voice rang out through the dark street, cutting through the tense atmosphere surrounding the other Troupe members.

"Would you like one of us to accompany you inside?" Pakunoda asked Chrollo, who stood closest to the building's doors.

The Troupe leader sighed as he turned towards his friend, his expression dropping at her question. He could understand the obsession that the rest of his subordinates had for his soulmate, but he knew that he had to be the first one to see his (Y/N) in person.

They had all seen your little friend sneak in through the window of your room, and Chrollo knew that he wanted the joy of getting rid of them himself. Pakunoda watched his expression carefully, and quickly stepped back, as if to give up on her own question, knowing better than to irritate her boss further.

The remaining members on the scene all took a step back, allowing Chrollo the freedom to enter the building, with a silent promise that no one would be leaving or entering while they stood guard.

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To both Chrollo and Jo, there was a deafening silence in this moment. Chrollo stood in the doorway of the small hotel room, not even glancing at his rival, as his eyes were immediately fixated on his soulmate, now finally sat before him.

To you, still sat between these two, there was not quite a silence, as you could hear the soft hum of old electrics hidden in the walls of this dingy place, almost comforting in the face of such intimidating auras.

"(Y/N)!" Chrollo's voice cut through the room, overflowing with joy as he stared at you. He had known that he would be happy in this moment when he could finally lay his own eyes on you, but he could have never predicted the way his heart would twist and flip with bliss in your mere presence.

That bliss was quickly cut off by Jo stepping in front of you, though their breath was shaky with fear at the prospect of fighting in your presence. The second that they had stepped out, Chrollo's expression darkened, as he immediately allowed his aura to flash out, quickly met by Jo's in an equal amount.

Not wanting to hesitate for a moment, Chrollo drew his knife and summoned his book, ready to kill at a moment's notice.

"I let you run once, I think you should be grateful for that, you little pest." His voice had a threatening tone, and though he wouldn't admit it, he almost hoped that Jo would run scared, so that he wouldn't have to kill them.

Against his hopes, your valiant guardian stood firm, though they were shaking just slightly. It was no secret that Chrollo would win this fight, Jo was heavily out of practice and stressed from days without sleep, and Chrollo would stop at nothing to reach his treasured soulmate.

"Wait." Your voice was hushed in the tense atmosphere.

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The Troupe had begun to worry when there was no sign of their boss for nearly 15 minutes, especially given that there hadn't been any sign of violence from within your room.

"Do you think that the boss got ambushed?" Shizuku wondered aloud, not expressing any real anxiety just yet.

"I do not think boss would get ambush that easy." Feitan was more suspicious of the silence, knowing that Chrollo had been very cautious when entering the hotel.

They continued to wait outside of the building, patiently watching every possible exit. Only a few members of the Troupe were here to see the new soulmate, with the rest searching the city for a decent place to keep you temporarily.

"Oh, look!"

Their heads quickly swiveled to the doorway, watching with a level of shock as Chrollo stepped out of the hotel, holding a new figure very close to his side. This new person was hunched, as if on the verge of pulling away from his touch, and was anxiously tugging at something in their hands.

Most of the members present recognized the sweet face of the sought after soulmate, and those who hadn't seen them before promptly caught on. However, that didn't clear up any confusion among the members.

"What happened to their friend? Did you kill them?" Shizuku was once again the first to break the silence, making you flinch at the bold and brash question.

Chrollo was swift in shutting down further questions, pulling you towards the getaway car, before suddenly telling everyone else to leave.

"Everything has been sorted, I'll tell you the details later. Where are we staying?" Chrollo was incredibly brief, a sharp tone to his voice that most Troupe members only heard after they almost botched a mission.

"There's a hotel in the city center that works for the mafia, we've booked you a couple of rooms!" Shalnark tried to walk over towards the car, wanting answers to this whole situation like the others. However, the quick spike in his boss' aura put him off immediately from that idea.

"Good. Send me the details, and I'll contact one of you tomorrow sometime." Once again, the Troupe leader sounded just slightly angered, a great change from his usual demeanor.

Chrollo quickly stepped into the car, breaking his anger for just a moment to glance at you with a soft smile.

"Don't worry about a thing, dear. Thank you so much for working with me here." He quickly began driving, shooting towards the new hotel and away from your friend's solemn gaze in the window.

"We've got our whole lives ahead of us now. Don't think about them too much."

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"Wait." Your voice was hushed in the tense atmosphere.

No amount of breathing exercises could have kept you calm in that moment, but you knew that there was no other option in this situation.

"I'll - I'll go with you. Chrollo." You surrendered yourself with fear, wanting to be careful with how you worded every part of this.

As both of their gazes fell on you, every nerve in your body felt as if it froze up, not wanting to speak another word, but knowing you had to.

"If I can prevent one of you from dying, I'd rather end this situation without a fight."

These two were supposed to be the closest people to your heart in the whole world. Jo, your oldest friend who had always protected you from what you couldn't understand in this world, and Chrollo, your destined soulmate, the one that the universe itself claimed would be the greatest friend that you could ever have.

You had understood since you were young that you wouldn't often be able to truly affect the world around you, always to slow to catch on or say something, but in this moment you could save someone you love, so you had to do something.

"(Y/N), no! Don't be stupid for me!" Jo was quick to interject, evidently trying to drag you back to your senses.

"I think it's their choice to make." Chrollo's deeper voice rang out through the room, reverberating through what felt like your whole body, a soft smirk appearing on his features.

"Look. I..." You trailed off, almost not ready to be so bold in what you were going to say next, "I want to keep both of you safe, and, well, from where I stand, the best way to do that is to end this... peacefully."

"Well then, come here." With his small smirk growing into a wide grin, Chrollo opened his arms just slightly, welcoming you in.

You felt almost to weak to stand, and as you did many times when you felt weak in the past, you looked to Jo.

"I won't stop you, I mean, I can't." They spoke after a brief pause, "But this is the wrong decision."

Although your heart was pained by their words, you knew that you had to take this next step on your own, for their own safety.

So, with shaky strides as Jo stepped to the side, you moved towards Chrollo, right into his waiting arms. As soon as you were close enough, he pulled you in tight to his chest, not letting you see the evil grin he sent Jo's way.

"Let's go, dear, everyone's waiting."

With all that had happened, you felt a lot less need to hold back your tears.

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Thanks for reading!

#hxh #hunter x hunter #yandere #yandere hxh #chrollo #yandere chrollo #phantom troupe #yandere phantom troupe #shizuku #pakunoda #shalnark #feitan #autistic reader #x reader #original character #hxh x reader #gender neutral reader

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rotten-pomegranate · 27 days

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Yandere Trouble trio with hybrid reader

Warnings: smut, kidnapping, yandere, rape

Shalnark

Shalnark what’s a bat because he thinks your the cutest little thing in the world with your big brown eyes and little fangs that you try so cutely to bite him with

When he’s having sex with he lives watching your wings twitch and flop around trying to get him off you to no avail

He loves sneaking up and yanking on your ears randomly to see you jump when you feel the random pain

He gets you one of those pull up bars for the closet if you sleep upside down, half the time you don’t get to use it though because he wants you to sleep with him

If you drink blood he’ll have no problem stealing blood bags from the hospital for you

Feitan

Feitan wants a cat because they are quiet and for the most part obedient

Even when you have little outburst of throwing a vase or some plates on the floor he likes it because he gets to have his fun putting you back in your place

If you scratch stuff in his house your gonna get pinned down and declawed he only gives you one warning

Don’t worry he does understand you need to scratch so he’ll get you a post for it

He makes you sleep on the floor with no blankets or pillows when your bad other times he lets you sleep in the bed with him

Phinks

Phinks wants a cat because your cute and small and for the most part you listen to what he says

Your the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his life, with you little tail and your big round eyes

And your small he love that your small it makes it so easy for him to move around

If he ignores you for a little bit and you start curling up in his lap begging for attention he’ll lose his mind

He gets some mad cuteness aggression when your going about your basic human activity, your changing a light bulb and your standing on the counter because your to short? He’s dying of cuteness

He has you sleep with him every night because of how you curl up under his arm nice and toasty from his body heat

He won’t do anything sexual if you don’t start it, but if you do he’ll be so happy, he just lives watching you ride him with all your little tummy rolls and your cute little tail hitting his legs when you go back down

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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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cherrysha · 4 years

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Could you please do an nsfw shalnark x reader fic?

Of course! Sorry its so short my brain on E but i tried! Smut under the cut <3

Word count: 1k

My requests are open atm

Warnings: Somnophilia, unprotected sex, yandere themes, mentions of drugs

As always, 18+ only

“It’s not like it’s my fault y/n!” He grunts, hips jostling your sleeping body with every thrust. He tries his hardest to be gentle. The last thing he wants is to have you suspect anything. After all, a relationship is built on trust, everyone knows that. He didn’t want to damage that while you were still getting to know him.

“You’re all I ever think about... if anything it’s you’re fault.” He complains.

He’d backed off on the sexual advances, losing any interest when your lip wobbled in fear. Sometimes you even cried! He had to wonder, was it really that hard to love him?

“Ahh...your just..too distracting you know?” Of course you don’t answer, he’d made sure to dose you enough you’d be out for a few hours yet. Enough time to let him do whatever he wanted without having to worry about upsetting you.

Shalnark watches as your breasts bounce with every push of his hips against yours and he can’t help himself. In truth he doesn’t want to, doesn’t have to. He stills for a moment to push your shirt up, exposing you to him. The smile widens on his face.

“There...Perfect!”

He resumes his earlier ministrations, watching the way your nipples harden at the cool air of the room. So innocent. So sweet. His hips only pause when you let out a small whimper, head lolling to the side as your brow furrows.

“Are you getting close y/n?” He teases.

He takes a moment to reach down and brush his fingers over your nipple, a chuckle escaping at the way you let out another breathy whine.

“You know, this would be a lot more fun if you were awake.”

Shalnark trails his hands up to your face and traces your jaw, your furrowed brow, pulls your bottom lip down to expose your soft mouth to him. Bending over you, a hand comes to cradle your neck as he supports himself with the other.

Just one kiss... it’s not like you’d know. You’d kissed him before right? He admits to himself that you mostly did it out of fear, but it still counted. When his mouth touches yours he can’t help but to acknowledge how soft you are. Your skin, your lips, your hands, especially the delicate folds of your pussy. It’s warmth engulfed him tight enough to make his breath stutter when he first entered you.

Shalnark groans against your mouth and uses his hand to pull your jaw open slightly. Not enough to hurt you, but enough that he could slip his tongue in easily. So warm, wet. He wonders how long he’ll have to wait until you let him fuck your sweet little throat. It’s not like he could do that while you slept. You’d actually have to want it.

His tongue is still exploring your mouth when he finally starts moving again. It seems as though he’d been edging you for quite a while; Albeit he wasn’t trying to. Just so focused on being able to touch you that he forgot how you’d been about to cum around him.

He can feel it now, a few stokes in and you actually let out a high pitched whine into his mouth. Your pussy is squeezing tight on him and it almost makes his hips still once again. Solely focused on the way you could please him even in your sleep. So sweet to him and you weren’t even trying.

His mouth comes off of you and he pants into your shoulder as he decides to fuck you through it. The pleasure was too overwhelming already. His end was near, no matter how long he tried to stave it off.

Still hovering over you, elbow continuing to support his weight as he pulls his hair to ground himself. “Pull out Shalnark” he whispers to himself. It’s more of a warning than a reminder. Wants to fill you so badly, spread your legs apart and watch as it slowly drips out of you. But he knows he can’t have that yet. He had to earn your trust first. If you knew he was fucking you in your sleep what would you think of him?

His hips snap quicker against you the more the pleasure builds up in his body. Don’t be too rough. Pull out. Pull out. He focuses himself as it begins to overwhelm his system. A few more thrusts and he physically has to push himself up and away from your limp form to fight the urge to root deep and cum inside.

Fisting his cock he finishes on your exposed chest, twitching at the sensation of it. Groans force their way out of his throat at the euphoric feeling, your sweet little body being defiled by him, how your face still wears a mask of innocence as his cum paints your chest.

After he gives himself a moment to soak in the sight of you he goes and grabs a warm washcloth.

“Still out cold huh?” He asks, trained on the way your chest methodically rises and falls.

“If you were awake we could take a shower together, y/n... but you just have to be difficult.” The last part comes out as a whisper. “Can’t you just love me? Am I really that bad?”

He looks at you as if you’ll suddenly wake up and give him a meaningful response. But you haven’t moved a muscle since your orgasm. Would you remember how he made you feel once you woke up? Maybe it might influence you to like him more. He could only hope.

He finishes wiping your pussy and moves on to your chest. His attention is solely focused on erasing any sign of him on your body. A few minutes pass before he finds himself speaking again and a smile makes its way back onto his face.

“That’s fine” A lighthearted chuckle escapes him while pulling your shirt back down. After getting your shorts back up as well he places a kiss to your forehead and makes to leave.

“We have all the time in the world don’t we?” His smile grows wider even without your response. “If you don’t love me now I’m sure you will soon.”

#Shalnark #reader x shalnark #yandere #yandere shalnark #somnophilia #hxh #hunter x hunter

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rae-writes · 3 years

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Settled (pt. 3 to “Handle me”)

Feitan Portor x reader

warnings : None really, implied death at the end I suppose

word count : 650

Author’s note : Alright! This was honestly a great idea, proposed to me byyyy : [ @kingof-spades ] I really liked how this turned out and I hope you do as well! While it is implied that the reader and Feitan are dating, I didn’t focus too much on the relationship aspect; more on the fact they joined the Troupe. With that being said, I hope you all enjoy!

Part 1 here / Part 2 here

Miraculously, you managed to stay upright before Feitan grabbed you gently by the neck, forcing you to look up at him.

“Well, looks like you handled me perfectly.”

Feitan was nice enough to clean you up himself, washing down your thighs surprisingly gentle like with a wet cloth. Afterwards, he fixed your clothing while you did the same to him as he told you stories about his time with the Troupe.

“You know...you guys really aren’t that bad after-all…”

This made Feitan’s head snap up, eyes shining with joy, “You think so? Does that mean you’ll stay?”

You found yourself smiling before you thought of Gon and Killua. You couldn’t leave your boys…”If Nobunaga and the rest can convince the boys to stay then I will as well.”

That put a slight dampener on Feitan’s mood but he was determined : He scooped you up bridal style and marched right into the main clearing, “Listen up. If you guys and Nobunaga can’t convince those brats to join the Troupe, I’ll kill you all.”

The rest of the Troupe looked at you two with wide eyes until Shalnark burst out laughing, “No need for extremities Feitan! They’ve already decided to stay if the girl will.”

A large, bright grin stretched across your face as you quickly broke free of Feitan’s grip, immediately landing on your feet. “Where are they?” You ran in the direction they pointed at but didn’t have to go far as Gon and Killua walked into the room.

“Gon! Killua!”

“Y/N!” They shouted in unison, running over to you and glomping you in a hug. The three of you laughed as you fell to the ground in a heap before untangling yourselves.

“So you’re staying here?” This time you all three spoke in unison, laughing again before calming down and standing up.

“Welcome to the Phantom Troupe Gon, Killua, and Y/n.”

Your heads turned to face a man with slicked black hair and a pretty purple coat with fur on top. Chrollo Lucilfer, the head.

The three of you looked at each other before smiling and grabbing one another’s hands, “It’s a pleasure.”

Gon had a giant grin on his face as he skipped forward happily, his nen spiking so high it wouldn’t be a surprise if someone could see it from the next town over. His greenish-black hair was still spiked up, just in a gelled back sort of style. His body adorned a black, sleeveless turtleneck, so tight you could see every muscle on his abdomen. On his left forearm was a tattoo. A spider tattoo with the number 11 displayed proudly in the center.

His best friend, Killua, stalked up beside him, walking in a confident ‘you’re going to die’ sort of way. His nen, unlike Gon’s sky high one, was stretched out horizontally which allowed it to release more pressure. His spiky hair was wild and untamed, the back reaching down to the top of his black turtleneck, identical to Gon’s. Displayed on his left arm was a similar spider tattoo to his best friend’s, but with the number 4 in the middle.

Behind the both of them, you strutted up confidently with a proud smirk set on your features. You too were wearing a tight, black turtleneck, the only difference being yours was cropped above your navel. Your hair was flowing entrancingly from the draft of the younger boys’ nen, getting more wild the closer you got to them. Resting on your exposed left thigh was another spider tattoo, this one exactly like Feitan’s : A number 2 right in the middle, except yours had a single dash through the white number just like Chrollo’s.

In front of the three of you, on the ground, was Leorio and Kurapika, both with horrified expressions painted on their faces.

Just like the day you were recruited, you, Gon, and Killua linked hands with smiles as the rest of the Troupe appeared behind you.

“Looks like it’s all settled then. Congratulations Chain user, you only have one more friend left for us to take : Dead or alive.”

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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

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silentexplorer18 · 3 years

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Captive Conversations: A Feitan Portor Short

Summary: You trade your life for someone you know, offering yourself as a sacrifice to the group of thieves. When Feitan prepares to torture you, all you can hope is that it’ll be over soon.

Pairing: Feitan Portor x Female Reader

Warnings: Weapons, minor injuries, fear, poison.

Word Count: 2,800+

Note: I know the warnings sound kind of violent, but I promise it isn’t that bad!

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Kenta was foolish. You knew not to go off stealing from criminals, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen to you. You knew not to ask for trouble, but he welcomed it with open arms. He was a young, foolish child. He may as well die behaving so recklessly, ignoring your judgement, but you couldn’t let him. He was too young to die so tragically; he had so much left worth living for. You needed to save him. Which is why you rushed after him when he disappeared, sure of where he’d gone but dreading it all the same.

You knew enough to know he wouldn’t live as you stood there staring at the man holding him. Large, strong shoulders, a nearly sickly grin. Kenta couldn’t die like this, not after one foolish mistake with dangerous people. His mother would be heartbroken.

“Take me,” you blurted, words more reflexive than sincere. “Take me instead of him. Let him go. I’ll repent.”

Somehow, you’d convinced them to agree.

The sickly grin of the larger man was quickly replaced by the uncaring glare of someone much smaller. Though, his stature spoke nothing of the power thrumming in his core. You could feel it in his grip as he chained you up, hanging above the floor like a piece of meat for slaughter.

He walked across the room, examining a myriad of items on a table. You were glad you couldn’t see everything from your angle. However, you feared the worst. Stringing you up had to mean he enjoyed drawing out your last breath, but how? Stabbing? Electrocution? Suffocation? Uncertainty allowed the mind to run wild with possibilities; maybe that’s why he’d left you at such an odd angle, table just out of view.

“Why you trade? You love him?” the man asked, running the edge of the blade along his thumb. His voice was quiet, and you almost missed his words over the thrum of your own heartbeat. Yet the question helped, allowing your mind to hone in on something rather than skitter through the infinite possibilities of your demise.

“He’s an imbecile,” you sighed, eyes downcast as you thought of him. “But now he knows better than to cross thieves.”

He was in front of you then, faster than you could blink. Your heart stuttered, thundering in your throat. At least things would be over soon. Apparently the blade was sharp enough for his taste.

“You love him?” he asked again, fixing you with an unreadable stare.

“No.”

“Then why you take place?”

The sword was in his left hand. One correct swipe to your leg and you’d be dead in seconds. At least it all would be over soon.

“He has someone worth living for.”

“Mommy?” His tone was mocking, and you couldn’t stop the laugh bubbling in your throat. It spilled over your lips before you could help it, nerves setting you on edge.

“Yes. That’s right.”

His brows furrowed deeper, and you quickly stopped laughing. Maybe you’d insulted him. It hadn’t been intentional.

“You not have family?”

You shook your head ‘no,’ gaze trailing from his face down to the blade again. Whatever he wanted from you, there was nothing worth taking. It would all be over soon.

“Where you live?”

“Here and there.” His hand pressed against your neck, firm grip threatening your airway. “The streets,” you amended, feeling the pressure lessen. He could snap your neck if he wanted to. It would’ve been easy for him. “I never know where I’m going.”

“You steal, too? Like friend?”

The air felt sticky between you, too warm with your panting breaths. It was only cooled by his icy stare. He looked disgusted by you, bored even.

“Only when I have to.” He watched you, and you continued. “Which is almost always.”

He walked away then, sword seemingly vanishing. “You know how to fight?”

“A little.”

The door shut behind him.

It wasn’t over yet.

You woke with sore wrists and a headache. The dust did nothing to quell your allergies, burning through your throat and eyes. It was then you realized that you were on the ground. Someone must have moved you while you were asleep. How you hadn’t woken, you hadn’t the faintest clue.

Your legs burned as you sat up, the change in pressure making them nearly throb. But they seemed unscathed other than the numbness. Hopefully they’d regain feeling soon.

Waiting to stand, you looked around. The room was dark and foreboding. The walls were high, a few jagged windows jutting out far beyond your reach. The only other exit was the door, which you were sure your captors had locked. Why he’d left you unscathed, you didn’t know. Standing, you moved toward the table, the only point of interest in the room. There was a glass of clear liquid on the table—probably water—and some crumbling bread. Were they keeping you alive?

Glancing by the door, you bit your lip. It couldn’t hurt to check, right? So you did exactly that, jiggling the handle to no avail. You moved back to the table, reassessing your plan. Pocketing the bread, you sipped the water, throat dry from laying face-down in the dust. The only way out was up. Could you make it? As high as it was, surely not. But there wasn’t an alternative.

What you missed was Feitan lurking in the darkest corner of the room, concealing his presence while watching in irritation as your fingers ghosted the tools he’d left on the table. Though, it didn’t matter much; you’d be dead soon enough. He’d left the bread to prolong your suffering. Your stomach would absorb the bread along with the poison in the cup, causing it to impact your body much slower. Foregoing the bread just meant he wouldn’t get as much of a show. But he’d wait for his show nonetheless, practically holding his breath to see what you’d do next.

It looked like you wanted to escape. You kept glancing up toward the window as though it would provide an exit. At least he’d watch you struggle to the end. That would make up for the frustration pooling in his chest at the sight of you uncoiling the rope he’d left out.

Your hands skittered across the table, looking for the heaviest object you could manage to throw. It had been years since you’d attempted ascending a wall, but you hoped muscle memory could kick in and save the day.

Feitan wondered what you were doing. You certainly weren’t strong enough to escape, especially not with the poison slowly working through your body.

An item leaning against the wall, akin to a fire poker, is what you ended up choosing. More like a javelin than a weight, you hoped the extra distance would come in handy when you threw it. You would only have a few chances; every miss would cause a clang loud enough to draw attention. You were on borrowed time.

Whatever happened, it would all be over soon.

The first toss was far too low, ricocheting against the wall. It made a small bang, but you caught it before it could make impact with the ground. Feitan mentally sighed. What a boring way to end his day.

Your second throw was better. He was actually a bit surprised as he watched the metal clang against the closed window. Your aim wasn’t excellent, but you had a decent arm. Pity you’d waste all your strength so close to the end. It had been at least fifteen minutes since you’d taken the poison; it would start to act in your system soon. Then he could get on with more entertaining endeavors.

A third throw had almost made it, but the metal ricocheted off the wall. You rushed to catch it, and Feitan watched in amusement as you cut your hand, nearly slicing off a finger. How unfortunate. Perhaps the poison was working, making your reflexes slow. Quite unlucky.

A forth throw sent the bar flying through the window. You wrenched forward with the force, nearly slamming against the wall. Your adrenaline was pounding in your ears; there wasn’t much time left to act before someone found you.

Pulling the rope taunt, you began to try to climb. However, your arms were tired, hands raw from the rough cord digging into your flesh. You heard a slam down the hall, heart hammering as you realized you were running out of time. If they caught you like this, the consequences would be severe.

Please, please, please, you whispered to yourself, squeezing your hands a little tighter. Just let this work. Please? You lept at the wall, using the tension from the rope to jump to the adjoining wall, making it to the ledge in three jumps. Gasping a breath of fresh air, you wiggled through the window, feeling the glass slice against your shoulder before sliding down the rope to the ground. With nothing else left to do, you ran.

Feitan watched with surprise. Why weren’t you dead yet? That much poison could’ve killed someone the size of Uvogin, yet you’d managed to scale the wall with ease, tapping into Nen you couldn’t seem to control. Waiting long enough, he zipped after you. The chase never tired him, sending a thrill to his core. It was like his body was made for it. The rush, the fear, the excitement; it was almost as pleasant as torture.

He caught you several streets away, pinning you to the spot with a swift grip on the wrist. You shuttered under his grasp, so sure you’d at least live for a few more hours. “You faster than I think.”

Your knees felt like they would buckle under the weight of your fear, but you did your best to resist falling. Your death would be a show regardless. At least it would all be over soon.

“Where you plan to go?” His nails dug into your wrist, stinging against the skin. “You think you can run?”

“Anywhere but here.” His grip on your wrist tightened, and you trembled. What a life to have lived. What a way for it all to end.

He pulled you back toward the building, bringing you inside. It looked like several members of the group were waiting there, lounging in the hopes of receiving orders soon.

Shalnark looked up at the pair of you in surprise. “What happened? I thought you were getting rid of her.”

“She escape,” he said, pushing you forward. You landed on your knees, hands clenching in the dust below you.

“Escape from you?” Shizuku asked, glancing up from her book. “Has that ever happened before?”

“He must be slipping,” grumbled Phinks.

Feitan looked at Chrollo, who was looking at him with as much surprise as the rest of the group. “I poison. She not die.”

“You poisoned me?” you whispered, hands freshly shaking again. It should’ve been over already.

Chrollo inspected you from over his book. “Have you trained?”

You shook your head, confused. Trained for what? To swallow poison? You didn’t think so. If you could withstand the toxin, it wasn’t intentional.

He glanced over to Feitan. “What does she do?”

“She common criminal. Worse than us. Quite sloppy.”

Shizuku gave him an irritated look. “Everybody’s worse than us.”

“She still escaped, though,” Nobunaga pointed out.

All of them were staring at you, staring through you. The more you hoped it would be over soon, the more you feared they wanted something from you first. You had nothing worth giving them; you didn’t understand.

Chrollo stood, walking toward you. You resisted the urge to look away, heart rattling in your chest once again. You’d been resigned to your death before, but they’d drug it out so long that nervousness was consuming you. “Do you know what Nen is?” he asked.

“No.” You overheard two men talking about it once in a restaurant, the severity of their tone suggested you leave, but you had no idea what the words had meant, so you’d eventually brushed the thoughts aside.

Feitan looked at you in surprise. “You use to escape. Would be much slower otherwise.”

“I–” you looked around, glancing from Feitan to Chrollo nervously. “I don’t understand. I wasn’t trying to do whatever you think I was doing.”

“Other than escape?” Machi deadpanned.

You looked away then, hearing Chrollo’s footsteps fade.

“I don’t need a project, but if any of you would like one, you can help yourselves. She has potential. Quite a bit, I’d say.”

The silence was deafening.

“If not, Nobunaga should kill her. I’d hate for her to get away again.”

Feitan glowered. He could’ve killed you. Easily. He still could if Chrollo had asked. It wouldn’t have been hard, just quicker than he would’ve liked. But instead he watched Nobunaga step forward, unsheathing his sword. It wouldn’t be nearly as pleasant to watch.

You stared at the blade, gulping before looking away. At least things would be over soon. The agony of the unknown would finally cease. You closed your eyes as the figure retreated from your side, hoping to avoid excess blood splatter. The universe had led you to this point, this moment. If you were meant to die, maybe it was time.

Your head felt fuzzy, and your tongue fell to the pattern of words you’d known all your life, the ones you barely had to focus on. “Whatever fate has brought me here, allow this to be swift. If I must suffer for my theft, please let it be through my age rather than the pain. I can’t take much more of this. I need—”

“Stop.”

The word cut through the air, silencing both you and the blade posed above your bowed neck.

Feitan’s mind whirled, though his exterior remained impassive. How had you known to say that? Where had you come from? How had he managed to stumble upon another person like himself? Could it be real?

“What now?” Nobunaga groaned as he re-sheathed his sword. Working with Feitan could be so frustrating.

You looked up, wild eyes meeting Feitan’s narrowed gaze. There was something in his face that was different, though no less intense than it was before. “I want to keep her.”

“Why?” Pakunoda asked.

“Where you come from?” he asked, ignoring the others.

All their eyes were on you. It was overwhelming. “I don’t know. They found me in Meteor City.”

Chrollo almost seemed to smile. “That explains her potential.”

“We should’ve killed the other kid,” Phinks grumbled. He hated wasting perfectly good forms of entertainment.

“She come with me. I train.” Feitan stepped toward you, extending a hand to help you stand. The sight was unnerving. Merely an hour ago he’d tried to poison you.

“Don’t let her get lost this time,” Uvo teased, receiving a glare in return.

“Where did you learn to say those words?” Feitan asked, barely more than a whisper as he pulled you away. You were sure the troupe was attentive enough to hear it, but you weren’t going to stop him.

“It’s been in my soul since I was young. I don’t know why it’s there or how it got there.” Your heart thundered in your throat. He spoke the language, too?

“But you speak English?”

You nodded, following him down another hallway. “I needed to learn. My first master never tolerated confusion.”

“Is he still alive?”

You shrugged. “I left Meteor City many years ago.”

He brought you into a room, grinning over his bandana. The sight made your stomach turn. “You will train to kill him. Your first mission.”

You stopped, sending him an incredulous look. “I’m no assassin.”

He laughed at that. “I noticed. But if you do well enough, you can be. You have the potential. Enough to possibly join us someday.”

“Us?”

“The Phantom Troupe. The Spiders.”

You reached for the nearest wall, steadying yourself. The day had been so much to take in. The Phantom Troupe? The murdering bandits of Meteor City? “You aren’t going to kill me?”

He chuckled, pouring water into a glass. You decided you wouldn’t drink it. “Clearly you aren’t ready to die just yet. It’s rare I find someone that can outdo me.” He beckoned you closer, and you settled on the floor in front of him.

“You weren’t trying very hard.”

He nodded. “That’s true.” Placing a leaf on the water, he smiled. “But as soon as we know how you need to be trained, you’ll have to continue earning your survival.”

“Will that ever stop?” You held your hands to the side of the glass the way he demonstrated.

“Doubtful.”

Just like that, things had failed to end for you. With the devious Spider guiding your training, you grew stronger every day. And each passing moment he hoped more and more that you and your personality that so completely complemented his own would stay a little longer. He challenged you every second, but you’d already earned your place. Through whispered words that only the two of you could understand, he reminded you of that. You’d found a place. A person. A life. Yours wasn’t over yet. He’d make sure of that.

It wouldn’t be over anytime soon.

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