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Camp Wanderlust, Part 1

Pairing: Camp Counselor!Franklin Saint x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, one use of n-word, kissing, mentions of female and male anatomy. FLUFF.

Summary: Welcome to Camp Wanderlust! We're so glad you're here! Inner city kids have been granted the opportunity to spend their summer here, getting introduced to a new world. You and Franklin are camp counselors who can't seem to stop ogling each other.

Word Count: 6,966k

Part 2

A/N: I have no clue where this idea came from but I couldn't stop thinking about college Franklin and how adorable he is! I miss him! So enjoy this new mini-series. I'm also zooted so all mistakes are on me. Please, please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I can't get better if I don't get feedback!

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The cool cotton shirt was already starting to stick to your skin. You fanned yourself, wondering if you had enough time to make it back to the cabin before the bus got here. You couldn’t find your scrunchie and your braids were starting to itch as sweat threaded around the parts. 

Girls stood to your left, guys stood to your right, all nervous and full of energy. Orientation started three days ago as everyone met each other, went over rules and regulations, and then had real fun later that night as flasks and mini bottles of booze were passed around. 

The owners of the camp were a silly white couple who just loved to help inner city kids. They stood off to the side from the group of counselors looking like concerned citizens complaining about a large group of Black folk for no reason. They were nice and all, but funny how their compassion only extended to the kids. Every counselor here came from colleges all around Southern California. Not one street kid.

You had never been to camp though and you had to admit, this was a nice way to show inner city kids that there was more to life than weed and going to jail. You switched your weight to your other hip, looking behind you for the hundredth time.

“You lookin’ for your boyfriend?” Dana, your bunk mate, nudged you with her elbow. She was a really pretty, dark-skinned woman with good hair. Her afro was fluffed out and shining in the morning sun. 

“What are you talking about?” You asked. 

“Franklin,” she said, drawing his name out in a song. 

You giggled and shook your head, nervously looking around to make sure no one heard her. Despite what she kept insisting, you were not going to throw yourself at Franklin Saint. Your eyes sought him out but if you looked any longer, it would be too obvious. You snatched your eyes away from your right side and looked at Dana.

“No,” you said. “Not happening.” 

Once everyone found out that nearly everyone was single, the energy shifted in the room. People started eyeing each other in a new light. Now hookups were dancing through people’s eyes, eyes drooping below the chaste limit, seeking out the most pleasurable mate for your time at camp. 

Where else were you going to find people who got you? Certainly not at your respective schools where it felt criminal to be seen consorting with your fellow Negro. If two gathered in a space, it was a warning. If three or more joined, suddenly you were a gang and there were board meetings and secret handshakes banning that sort of thing.

No, here, you were surrounded by woods and a lake. Here the predominant color was as brown as the earth and just as beautiful. Here, anything could happen. So people began pairing off and gossiping. Laying claim on the curve of a hip or soft shoulders to lay on, or perhaps the way a smile made your insides flutter. 

Looking over the men, there were certainly some fine specimens. Some tall and broad, skinny and lanky, rounded and thick as molasses. But there was only one for you. He was so dreamy. 

His dark skin soaked up the sun. Such a cute, kind of shy smile. But his eyes were low and mischievous. Like he had a secret in them about you. He had worn blue jeans and a striped green shirt, the collars popped open.  

When your eyes landed on him, you were ready to drool and fall all over yourself. You had never felt that way about anyone. No one in your neighborhood, no one in your schools, and definitely no one at your college. 

And it seemed like he saw all of this float through your brain as he locked his eyes on you and smiled, dipping his chin a bit. You gave him a small smile, in shaking fear that he could see the lust on you,  and you turned away from him. 

You were not the only one to notice him. Snippets of their conversation had floated to you about the cute boy on the left. No, the far left. Girl, the one who look like my next boyfriend! 

You were not going to compete for no man. But your eyes floated to the other men, some who looked your way with genuine interest in your curvy body, and they just weren’t doing it for you. They didn’t set your palms sweating or chest heaving or pussy throbbing. Well, there were maybe one or two you wouldn’t mind entertaining the next four weeks. Let someone else have that man.

Except he had made his way to you. He had introduced himself, voice low and full of dark promises. He had made you laugh and roll your eyes, twist your hair, and find ways to touch him. You had talked all night, completely ignoring everyone else who pointed and gossiped and wondered about you two. 

A bus horn honked twice and you flinched as your thoughts snapped back to reality. You did not need flashbacks of that night, finding out everything you could about each other. Bus after bus pulled into the turnabout to offload a flood of preteens. They brought a jittery nervous air to the balmy June day that were directly at odds. 

Your eyes scanned the kids as they clutched their little sleeping bags, pillows, and backpacks too heavy for them. They weren’t quite that loud yet. The extroverts had already found each other, forming up groups and surpassing that line between the “popular kids” and the “weird” ones. You weren’t sure who was in your group yet, but you hoped they weren’t little shits. 

The owners of the camp, Mr. and Mrs. Coleman but you can call us Doug and Anne, erupted into excited giggles and clapped their hands. Some of the counselors began hiding smirks and smiles and giving each other the Look. 

“Welcome to Camp Wanderlust!” Anne yelled in the too quiet air. Nature hadn’t been encroached upon today and was taking its time waking up. The arrival of kids to run across the ground or play in its leaves were a new addition and nature needed a minute. 

Anne rushed forward and waved. “We are so excited that you’re here. How excited are you?” Anne continued. 

The popular kids cheered and threw their hands in the air while the shy ones stood there staring straight ahead like zombies. Maybe they just weren’t morning kids. Because you sure as shit wasn’t a morning person. 

Anne began to list off some welcome bullshit about learning and having fun and going swimming, supervised of course. About making lifelong friends because you could keep in touch with letters. Building bonds and telling some good stories while you’re at it.

She talked about how the cabins were divided. For their safety, girls and boys are in completely separate cabins and lights out at 10pm sharp. No one was allowed outside at night without a chaperone. They were free to go to the bathroom but it was straight back to bed. 

She told them the names of each cabin and the cabin badges were important to remember. Doug came forward with a clipboard and started to rabble off badges, cabin numbers, and their assigned counselors.

In unison, you all waved to the kids with bright smiles and held up mini signs you made yourself yesterday. It stated your name. Three guesses on who your partner was. Doug then rattled off names and numbers. Kids began to separate and walk toward you. 

A line of girls formed in front of you, bright eyed and cute in their little pigtails and afros and braids. Some looked so painfully shy, you vowed to make sure they felt included and had fun. You thrived in college but you were a shy girl just like them. It cropped up from time to time, but you felt more yourself now than you ever did as a kid. 

Doug finished and everyone had their group. The counselors began fanning out to gain some distance and introduce themselves without yelling over a nearby group. You stayed put, not wanting to walk unnecessarily in this heat. 

You had been lined up in numerical order, so Franklin was on the opposite end from you. He faced you and you swore you saw him smile at you before turning to his group of Cabin 5 boys. You turned to your own Cabin 5 girls and gave them your name, making them say theirs and their favorite color. 

You talked some more, trying to find areas of interest where they might all intersect. You doubted you could get total consensus, but it never truly hurt to be optimistic. You took your group of ten to the Raven badge house and let them decide how to pick beds. You weren’t going to help with that. You watched as they worked to decide which bed would be theirs. The assertive ones announced which ones they wanted and if no one objected, then that was fine. The shyer girls took their time trying to be polite and give up whichever one they wanted. The whole process was over pretty quickly and you were back outside, giving them a tour and dodging other groups. 

Your eyes immediately found Franklin coming out of the cabin next door. He moved between shadow and sun as he left the cover of the cabin. He lit up, that sun hitting him all over his gorgeous body. He wore khaki shorts and a blue shirt with Camp Wanderlust written across the back. You wore a similar shirt and let yourself picture being snuggled up with him. 

You shook your head and faced your group, leading them out and around Camp. You showed them the shower and bathrooms, mess hall, activity tunnel which was the bridge to the rest of the camp. You showed them the Traveler bridge which took them to the lake and boat house, and finally to Curiosity Hill which led to the woods. The hill was a long slope that led to the woods proper full of bugs and small animals. 

You looked at your watch, making good time. You faced your group and started answering questions so they could get to know you. They called you pretty and asked which school you went to, your favorite color, and the like. 

“I bet ya’ll hungry, huh?” You asked.

“Yeah!” They all said, loudly. You giggled and waved for them to follow you to the mess hall. Groups were following behind you, following the unspoken signal for lunch.  You made them line up, grab a tray, and move down the line.

You told them where to sit and told them to get to know one another. You grabbed your tray and went to sit at the counselor’s table.

Dana was already there digging into her tray all neat and polite. She smiled when you sat down and you breathed a sigh of relief. You were out of the hot ass sun, finally had some water, and could eat. Why did you agree to this again? 

“You know your boyfriend been checking you out all morning,” she said. 

“Shut up with that,” you said and began eating. 

“He has! Sharonda said he told Jason that you were fine as hell,” she said. 

“And how did Sharonda hear that?” You asked.

“Supposedly, Keisha and Jason are a thing which is a little funny because Jamika said the same thing. But Keisha and Sharonda are bunk mates,” she said. 

You shook your head. “Oh, you stay ear-hustling,” you said. 

“I like information. I don’t care how I get it,” she said.

“Okay, so then who you got around here?” You asked. 

“I’m still looking. They ain’t that fine compared to Mr. Saint,” Dana said.

“Ya’ll talkin’ about her boyfriend?” Jamika asked, coming up behind you. She dropped her tray onto the table and then scooted onto the bench.  “I swear them girls already getting on my nerves. They gave me the bad little mu’fuckas,” she complained. 

“Where are ya’ll getting this boyfriend from and why are ya’ll all in my business?” You asked.

“So there’s business to be had,” Jamika said and looked at Dana. “Told ya.”

Jamika sucked her teeth and sighed dramatically. She dug in her pocket and pulled out a dollar bill and handed it to Jamika. 

“Ya’ll betting?” You demanded. 

“I told her there was something between ya’ll. Ya’ll must’ve met before today or something because ya’ll literally can’t keep your eyes off of each other.” 

“I said that ya’ll ain’t even had an opportunity to do anything or spend time together,” Dana said.

“Ya’ll are so foul!” You could only shake your head at the two girls who instantly clicked with you. Both were similar to each other, favoring each other’s tone and speaking in nearly the same mannerisms. They had never met and yet bonded like sisters. Somehow you got scooped up between them and you were so grateful. 

“When he lookin’ that hard? There’s always something there,” Jamika said.

“What ya’ll betting on anyway?” You asked.

“We can’t tell you that. We can’t interfere,” Jamika said.

“Is everyone in on it?” You asked.

“Everybody but you,” Dana said, cackling loud and hi-fiving Jamika. 

You shook your head, looking over to your cabin kids. They were actually talking which was a good sign but a few were still too quiet. Jamika sighed loudly as she did the same. There were two girls fussing at each other.

“Ain’t you gonna help?” Dana asked.

“Uh-uh, I wanna see who wins,” Jamika said, a little smirk on her lips. 

On the opposite side of you, you felt a tug on your braid. You turned, ready to be mad when you saw Franklin’s wide grin and his pretty eyes. The heat died down in your chest as you sighed. 

“Boy, you was finna get hurt,” you said.

“I ain’t scared of you,” he said. He scooted onto the bench with you, making you scoot over since you were on the end. Dana and Jamika threw knowing glances at each other. 

“What are you doing, Franklin?” You asked.

“Came to see you. Ain’t had a chance all day,” he said. 

You rolled your eyes, dabbing your lips with your napkin. Franklin straddled the bench, smiling at you. Just staring and smiling like he could do that all day long. It unnerved you when you looked at each other like this. But you watched him right back.

“Why are you really here?” You asked.

“We’re sitting next to each other at the bonfire right?” He asked.

“You pulled my hair just to ask me that?” You meant to sound playful and teasing, but your voice was quieter than that. Filled with some other emotion like expecting a different answer. As if hair-pulling was acceptable in a different context.

He seemed to see your thoughts and he smiled.  “Just say I get to sit next to you,” he said. He leaned over and took one of your chips. You popped his hand and he yelped, rubbing his hand.

“I don’t play about my food,” you said. He laughed and shook his head, diving in for another one. You tried to pop his hand again but he kept moving it just before contact. 

He gave you another panty-melting smile. “You are so pretty, did you know?” Franklin asked.

You rolled your eyes. He got on your nerves already and you had only known him four days. “I can’t control where you sit, but I wouldn’t mind it next to me,” you said.

Franklin knocked on the bench with a wide grin. He turned to Dana and Jamika. “Ladies,” he said.

He stood up and walked back to his table where the guys whooped and hollered from where they were sitting. You had a flashback to middle school, the same age as these kids, and you felt sick. You hated when so much attention was on you and now all of the counselors were gossiping about your so-called relationship with Franklin. 

“Fuck, where do I get one of him?” Jamika asked. 

“Right, like where his brother at?” Dana echoed. You all watched Franklin’s retreat and him talking to his buddies. 

The rest of lunch was uneventful as you spoke about your groups and how you hoped the first activity went well. You cleaned up after yourselves and began to lead your groups out of the mess hall and across the land towards the activity side. There was an obstacle course set up with things to make these kids stretch their legs and build some friendships.

You walked alongside Franklin and he nudged you with his elbow. You nudged him back. You had family, you were no pushover. You lightly pushed each other all the way down to the course. You were not setting a good example for the kids.

At the course, Anne and Doug greeted everyone and told everyone about the course. She announced prizes at the end of each activity and at the month to the team with the highest scores. Anne and Doug would score the kids with input from their counselors. So it was all about playing fair and working with each other to win. 

One of the counselors, Jason, showed how hard it was to get through the course alone. He was playacting for the kids. Jason was as tall as a tree with rich ebony skin and thick muscles. Basketball guy definitely. He was built for speed and agility but he struggled. 

He returned to his group and Doug and Anne stated that they went in cabin order. Being last in line, you told the girls that they’d have a chance to search for weaknesses. They loved that idea and got a lot more interested in the rules. First, the cabin mates would introduce themselves to each other.

The girls turned completely shy, backing away from the boys. The boys returned in kind, eyeing each other with slightly nauseous faces. 

“Come on guys, what do you say?” Franklin encouraged. 

Reluctantly, a boy stepped forward and held out his hand. One of your girls did the same and they introduced themselves. You looked at Franklin. “Did you teach them that?” You asked.

“They were nervous about being here. I gave them some tips,” he said. He slanted his eyes towards you with a smirk. 

You watched as the kids opened up and started talking. Anne and Doug got the course going with kids going through it and working off the food they ate. When everyone was done, prizes were handed out. That earned them a few hours to relax in the rec room. The counselors were free to rotate shifts and watch the kids. 

It wasn’t your shift yet so you went to hang out with Dana and Jamika back in the cabins. The heat was killing you and you needed to cool off somewhere. You immediately searched for a scrunchie to get the fresh braids off of your neck.

“So we just not gon’ talk about Franklin asking our girl out?” Jamika asked. 

You laughed with your friends up to the cabin while you dodged their questions about you and Franklin. Nerves bubbled in your gut thinking about the boy with the cute smile. You couldn’t describe this feeling between you but you knew that you wanted to explore it. If only you could do it in peace.

You stared up at the stars as you sat on your log. Anne and Doug were really going all out for the experience. These kids were in for a better treat than you ever got. You didn’t have fancy white people paying for your camp stay so they could pat themselves on the back. Selective performism wasn’t around when you were growing up. 

The stars twinkled overhead, spattering the sky with little dots of light. There were more stars than you had ever seen in your life. Too much pollution where you lived and went to school. 

You sat around the campfire with half of the larger group. Anne was with your group, asking the kids about what they thought of the camp so far. Some were excited and they went around in a circle saying what they liked about it. 

You were among the first to get there. By the time Cabin 5 boys made it down, Cabin 2’s counselor was already sitting next to you. 

“No!” Franklin said when he approached. “Aye, switch places with me,” he asked.

The girl, Michella, rolled her eyes and stood up with a smirk. She hi-fived her counterpart. He smirked at the two of you. Ugh. This was so fucking childish. 

Anne missed all of it as she focused on getting her free feedback. Franklin was overwhelming. He wasn’t a big man, but he felt big. He felt larger than anyone else there. He leaned over with his elbows on his knees and listened to every kid speaking.

Every now and then, your knee would brush his. You didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose but it only made you ache and shiver. When he stretched, you couldn’t help ogling him. Those skinny but powerful arms. The groans he made when he went a little too far. 

You licked your lips and hung your head. It wasn’t normal to be this attracted to someone, right? You wanted to snuggle into him and never leave. He could be annoying, but there were times where he seemed to be undressing you with his eyes. 

While Anne was distracted, Franklin turned his eyes to you. “Meet me later?” He asked. 

“Where? Lights out at 11 or didn’t you hear?” You asked.

“Break the rules with me, c’mon. They know we gon’ break ‘em,” he said.

You shook your head, fighting down little deranged bubbles of laughter. He wasn’t being intentionally funny, but you weren’t used to such persistence. You had your fair share of men interested in you. But it was hard trying to find worthy Black men among the sea of white people. 

“I wanna see you, alone,” he said. 

You tuned back into Anne who was giving some background on the camp and why it was named Camp Wanderlust. 

“You know everyone is talkin’ about us and taking bets,” you said.

“So? I’m trynna bet on us too,” he said. 

You shook your head. “I’ll think about it,” you said. You weren’t a goody-two-shoes but you were just as excited as the kids at being here at camp. Your mother never wanted you to go, hiding behind excuses like she thought you would be boy crazy after. Which was ridiculous. You were already married to Marcus Murray. You just knew he was going to be your husband forever. Until he moved away in second grade and you never heard from him again. You didn’t want anything to jeopardize you being here. Not even for the likes of Franklin Saint.

He smiled at you and turned to Anne.

“Of course, that’s nothing compared to…” Anne looked around her dramatically. “No, I can’t say his name. Anyone who says it gets taken in the night!” 

You shared the Look with Michella and shook your head. You didn’t know who Anne thought she was fooling with this routine, but you supposed that it wouldn’t be a proper bonfire without scary stories. 

You stood up with Franklin and went over to the cooler. You opened it, grabbing bags of marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers. Franklin helped you, somehow managing to reach across you for everything. His arm grazed your tummy and you sighed. You tilted your head at him.

“Will you stop?” You asked.

“What?” He asked, innocent as a button. You were not fooled. He smiled at you, tilting his head back in response.

“You keep…you know,” you said.

“Tell me,” he said and stepped closer to you. 

“Oh, you get on my nerves,” you said. You smiled at him.

“Meet me at Traveler,” he said.

You shook your head as you brought back the supplies towards the group. You began passing the bags around, picking up sticks that you had collected earlier. Anne continued her tale of the leader of the lost kids. 

You were pretty sure she was talking about an evil Peter Pan but the kids didn’t seem to mind. Some were really engrossed in the story, looking over their shoulders towards the pitch black night. 

She spun the tale of kids who got lost wandering in the dark by themselves. Snatching up anyone who calls them by name. She wasn’t going to say it for their safety. They absolutely must not go looking for his name on the plank where people had been signing their names for years. One signature is not like the rest and they must never seek it out. 

The kids promised but you already saw some sneaky faces. Faces that screamed trouble. You fought a smile. 

You took turns, trying to keep up the legend of this mysterious leader. No one knew who it was, it could be anyone out there. They could be right over someone’s shoulder and you wouldn’t know. 

A few girls squealed. The boys were trying to seem cool, but you saw their eyes darting around as well. You munched on smores as tales were told and laughs were shared. The entire time, you were in sync with Franklin. If he moved, you moved. If he shifted, you did so as well. It was maddening. 

The kids were dismissed to their cabins to unwind for an hour before bed. You walked your cabin back, Franklin walking beside you. He asked you about what you were studying. You told him your favorite subject and your face practically lit up talking about it. 

You asked him what he was into. He said business. “Business! Why?” You asked.

He shrugged. “I got a mind for numbers. I can do something with that,” he said.

You really needed to get control of your dirty mind. When he said that, your mind instantly went to his lips. The moon poked through the trees and you were able to see him glow faintly silver. You licked your own, wondering what his lips would taste like. What his hands would feel like on you. 

You dragged your gaze ahead of you. The overhead camp lights shone a giant spotlight on you and your group. You walked to each respective bunk and bid farewell to the kids. You crossed paths with Franklin once more as you walked to the counselor cabin. 

Franklin’s hand brushed against yours. Your fingers tingled. As if it could already feel his hands tangling with yours. “Tonight?” Franklin asked. 

“I’ll think about it!” You said and shook your head.

“You’re breaking my heart,” he said.

“Shut up!” You giggled. You went to your cabin, flopping onto your bed with a soft sigh. You brought the pillow to your face and squealed, questioning the butterflies in your stomach. You weren’t a teenager but, fuck, you felt like you were back in high school. Possibly earlier. Back to middle school where you couldn’t stop thinking about Chris Johnson and how sweet he was. 

“Ugh, ya’ll need to go on and make it official. I need to win some real money around here,” Dana said. She emerged from the closet on her side. 

These cabins were much smaller, big enough for two people and set up like a dorm room. You didn’t have that much money for school, it all went to books and classes. You weren’t able to stay on campus and you took the bus to and from the bastard. 

“Stop,” you groaned.

“I don’t know why you leavin’ that man hanging like that,” she said. She was already dressed in her pj’s: sweats and a tank top. Your pjs were similar but you still weren’t sure if you were going to meet Franklin later or not. 

It made you delirious to think about it. Sneaking off in the night. Wings took flight in your stomach. You flipped onto your back and placed your hands against your tummy. You had to see what he wanted, right? 

It wasn’t to talk. You knew that much. He could be a gentleman all he wanted, but you weren’t that oblivious. You saw the way he looked at you or the way he found little ways to bother you. It was so childish but it grew on you as you formed an instant connection. 

“I’m not trying to,” you told Dana. 

“Look, we only here for four weeks. May as well have some fun and have something to tell your future grandkids,” she said.

You laughed and leaned onto your elbow to face her. “Why would I tell my grandkids I had something with some random boy at camp?” 

“Because grandmas are always talkin’ out the side of they neck. I wanna be like my Grandma Sadie. She told us all kinds of things when my parents weren’t around,” she said.

“That’s why you’re so wholesome now,” you told her. 

You talked and joked while Dana spread the latest camp gossip. You weren’t the only subject of people’s comments. People were already finding themselves tangled up with each other. Try as you might, you couldn’t get Jamika to see what a fuck nigga Jason was. She lost her collective marbles with him. 

As it got later, your nerves got the best of you. You were hovering outside of the door, peeking out to see the distant house where Anne and Doug went to bed. There were still lights on in the house. Across from the house, there were similar bunks with the camp staff. Kitchen, groundskeeper, the like. Other volunteers who agreed to help watch the kids. 

Your foot tapped against the wooden floor, your Converse beating a steady rhythm. Dana had explicitly told you to go while she drifted off to sleep. You took a deep breath and left the cabin. Your curiosity was going to eat you alive.

You scurried across the open courtyard heading toward Traveler bridge. The bridge itself crossed a small creek on a curve. You stopped at the entrance, under the light. You waited there, the chilly night and insects chirping making the woods seem creepier. Like Jason was going to pop out at any moment and go on a murdering spree. You should have brought a jacket. You rubbed your bare arms, feet shifting back and forth as you looked around you for any sign of Franklin. He wouldn’t tell you to meet him and then just not show up right?

“Hey, it’s Franklin,” Franklin whispered, making enough noise to let you hear him approach. You turned to face him, smiling softly at him.

“I’m glad you came. Took forever for my bunk mate to fall asleep,” he said. 

He held out his hand and you took it, going over the bridge with him. There was a stretch of woods here, the trees loomed over you. Gnarled branches twisted and arched overhead, blocking out bits of the artificial light. 

You reached the edge of the woods, where the trees broke up and allowed for a wider entrance towards the lake and the water supplies and equipment. Franklin stopped you from heading towards the dock.

He paused while the moon hit you two perfectly. You saw his face and how nervous he seemed. Franklin? Nervous? 

“You’re so beautiful,” he said.

“You’re pretty cute too,” you said with a smile. He moved his hands to your hips, fingers sliding down your sides to loop his fingers through your belt loops. He pushed you backwards until your back gently hit a tree wide enough to accommodate you. 

Franklin stared into your eyes. “I ain’t the only one feeling this, am I?” He asked. 

He threaded his hand through your left one, watching as the pale light played over your combined hands. You swore your hand was electric from touching him. Little zips of energy flowed between you. Your body was learning him. Learning how he moved and spoke, resonated with his energy to match. 

“No. Is it crazy?” You asked.

“Absolutely crazy. I like talkin’ to you,” he said. 

He leaned down but didn’t kiss you. His lips hovered just there, just out of reach. He was so tall and broad, your hands came around his shoulders. You couldn’t stop grasping him. Your body heated up from the inside out. Your mouth dried feeling him beneath your fingers. 

He let you explore his body. You were too shy to go further, to truly explore him. His hands stayed respectfully on your hips. 

“I want to know everything,” he said. 

You giggled. “We’d be here all night,” you said.

“Shit, I can lose some sleep,” he said.

You shook your head. “Are we going down to the dock or not?” You had did this yesterday too. Sneaking out while everyone was supposed to be sleep. You were sure that other couples were doing the same thing. Finding hidden spots that no one would stumble across at this time of night. 

“I just wanted to look at you,” he said. He smiled and you couldn’t help smiling back. He didn’t even have to say anything and he had your lips curling, your tongue sliding across your teeth, and your cheeks hurting from smiling so hard. 

You were lost in the world of Franklin and you didn’t mind. You would gladly stay in his orbit if he kept looking at you like that. Like he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side, listening to you speak. 

He finally moved away, allowing oxygen to flow to your brain once more. You shook off his subtle clean scent. He tugged you by the hand towards the dock. Your shoes clanged against the loose boards. It was a wonder the damn thing didn’t collapse by now.

Franklin let you sit down first. You took off your shoes and socks, dangling them over the dock. The water was a little out of reach. Only your toes graced the surface of the icy water. Franklin joined you, taking off his own shoes and socks. He sat back a little, his legs a bit longer than yours. 

He sat close, close enough for you to feel every rise and fall of his chest. His shoulders grazed against yours and you had to sit on your hands to keep from reaching out and touching him like you owned him. 

You spent an hour or so there, talking and learning about his aunt and uncle. His momma working for a piece of shit real estate agent. How he wanted to find a good paying job where his mom could retire and he could take care of her.

You didn’t bother asking about his dad. From the way he spoke about his mom, it was clear he wasn’t in the picture. You told him about your family, your schoolwork, and how hard it was to always be on stage while at school.

You bonded about how students and teachers alike didn’t know what to make of you. They didn’t know what kind of Negro you were. The loud type? The ignorant type? The quiet, good ones that they were comfortable reaching for your hair or asking intrusive questions? It felt good to bond with someone over these things.

Franklin was able to stay on campus but he hardly spent time in his rooms. He could be found in the library somewhere, doing his work like a true little nerd.

“You won’t hold it against me, will you?” He asked. 

He sounded so adorable when he asked you that you shook your head. You leaned back, resting on your hands, as you looked at the stars above you. They were breathtaking. The air was clearer. You wished you could afford this much land. That you could have a place to yourself where no one else was allowed. 

A private lake where you could do anything you wanted. You could swim naked for all you wanted and no one would be around to stop you. Perhaps not such a big land though. You wouldn’t know what to do if a psycho killer came crashing out of the woods. 

“Nah, you good,” you said. He matched your stance, looking skyward. He then turned his head. You turned to look at him as well, not realizing just how close you were. His eyes dipped towards your lips. 

You licked them absently and his eyes tracked the movement. You found yourself leaning forward, closing the distance towards those lips of his. They looked so big and juicy and were probably warm. 

He rested his head against yours, smiling against your lips. “Let me kiss you,” he said.

It wasn’t a question but you smiled and nodded. He crossed that final distance, that tiny gap keeping you apart, He sighed against your lips. His big, warm hand reached up to cup your neck. 

His fingers feathered across your pulse points. You felt your heartbeat there, beating wildly against his fingers. His lips were even more heavenly. His other hand cupped the other side of your neck. His long fingers slid through your braids.

You were lightheaded. Dizzy with pleasure as your lips tingled against his. Shivers ran down your spine. Your hands rested on his forearms, holding onto each other as you gave in to this thing between you. This all consuming thing that made you push forward, press against him, trying to get closer than what you already were. 

Your harsh breaths seemed to echo in the still night. The sounds of the woods were muted here, lending itself to a type of quiet that you never experienced. There was always a plane or helicopter overhead. Some type of siren or dog barking. 

It was hard as hell to go to sleep in a place so quiet. It was eerie. You kept expecting to hear a gunshot disguised as a firework. Here, there were just your loud and racing thoughts picturing this exact moment. 

Franklin’s tongue danced with yours. Sweeping across your lips and diving back into your mouth to taste more of you. His breath was faintly minty. Even after dinner and the smores. 

Your pussy throbbed. Beating in time with your wild heartbeat. You felt him everywhere. All over your skin. Every kiss had an answering call in your tummy. Every squeeze around your neck you felt down to your toes. 

You reluctantly drew away at the same time, panting and turning drunk eyes on each other. “I’ve been dreamin’ about that,” he said. His head rested against your once more. You huffed, breathing each other in. 

“Same here. I felt like that should've helped dull this,” you said.

After your taste, you wanted more. You wanted to keep going. You wanted him to lay you down and unzip your shorts. Or makeout with you while his hands explored under your shirt. To rub your aching nipples that were straining beneath your bra for any type of stimulation. 

“Ain’t gon’ happen,” he said. He pecked your lips. But a quick peck turned into two and then three until you were moving into his lap. You straddled him and kissed under the stars. It was just you and him.

Him gripping your thighs and squeezing them for dear life. You running your hands around his back. Your lips crashing against each other over and over, like waves crashing against a shore. You felt weightless in his arms. He hadn’t looked all that sturdy under that skinny frame, but he handled you with ease.

He squeezed your ass and you groaned, couldn’t help yourself from grinding on his crotch. He was thick, warm, and solid under you. He was pressing against your core but there wasn’t enough friction. 

You found a natural break again, opening your eyes to look at him and smile. It still was nowhere near enough but it would have to be. You had already been out too late. You were going to be so tired in the morning.

“We should get back,” he whispered. 

You licked your swollen lips and nodded. Fuck, you wanted to keep going. Wanted to know how far he would push you. 

“Will you meet me tomorrow too?” He asked.

You bit your lip but nodded. “I’ll meet you tomorrow, too,” you said. The other counselors be damned. It wasn’t like they weren’t around, confessing their own feelings. Or already hooking up. Clothes flying in the heat of the moment. 

“Let me walk you to your cabin,” he said.

His hands slowly slid from your hips to your sides to help you maneuver off of him. You stood and he stood up after, taking your hand and walking with you back to your cabin. His cabin was further down and you thanked him for the sweet gesture.

He tapped his cheek for a kiss. Your cheeks hurt from trying to hide another smile. He got on your damn nerves. You pecked his cheek, your lips lingering for a fraction too long. “Good night, Franklin,” you said. 

“Good night,” he said. Your name fell from his lips softly, sacredly. 

You gave a small wave and went inside, closing the door and resting your back against it. You were still so lightheaded. Drunk on his kisses and needing more. Dana was still fast asleep so you changed and slipped into bed as quiet as you could. 

You didn’t know how you were going to sleep tonight but you hoped that Franklin would dream of you too.

There's always more Franklin to explore: The Secret Franklin Saint Files | Part 2

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Thought up another one!

this one is illumi,

illumi realizing he’s in love but there is internal conflict within himself not just due to his family but his own emotions and thought if he can even bring balances / if he was what you want. A lil Angst and comfort? You can change it around and everything if ya want I don’t mind. I just like givin prompts lol. And if you’ve done illumi for a similar request or exact same can you do meruem , shalnark or Franklin if you write any of them.

Ooh, I have no idea if I had a similar request because I wrote so much and forgot to update my masterlist haha! However, I'll just write some for all of the characters because why not. Thank you for the request!

Illumi, Shalnark, Franklin, Meruem — Internal Conflict about love

Illumi

Unless you were arranged to marry him, he will be in a serious conflict with himself. Sure, the Zoldycks need a good heir, but Illumi knows himself that he's not meant for the title of Zoldyck head. Because of this, he probably has a bad thought that he shouldn't have interest in a love interest or *gasp* marriage. However, here he is wondering why his heart beats when you talk to him, why he can't see you getting hurt (unless it's training but :/)

I feel like, in a horrible sense, his first instinct is to try and kill you. If you're gone that means he won't have to go through the hurdles he has every night thinking about you. But he can't bring himself to do it. If it gets to the point he can't bear it, he might go through with it

He won't dare bring it up to his mother or father, but if his grandfather realize something's up he might have to talk to him. Zeno is definitely the more chill guy in the family, which means Illumi might be able to convince you to join the Zoldycks if you weren't invited already. The hardest obstacle would be Kikyo, but that's for later

Overall I feel like you would be able to see the internal conflict more than he would like to admit. He's staring at you for really long (concerningly long) times, he talks to you even harsher than before, etc. If you want to live, either cut ties with him or try to convince him love isn't a bad thing

Shalnark

I feel like he doesn't actually mind love that much, he just gets conflicted if you're a civilian or if you're someone he targeted originally. Think enemies to lovers

He would also try to murder you :/ but he might consult Chrollo first. Shalnark will never tell anyone about his crush, especially Feitan or Phinks. However, Chrollo is a mediator for the team and ultimately the only person in the troupe that probably knows what romance is (but it's only from books haha). This means you might be saved by Chrollo's recommendation to Shalnark that love isn't bad

Shalnark will be frank with you on his occupation as a world-renowned criminal. He doesn't want you to fall in love with someone who isn't him, and he wants to give you one more chance before he wants you to be his. If you leave, that means he'll just go on with his daily life. However, if you decide to stay, he might force you to move to Meteor City for "your safety"

You'll not be able to tell he's conflicted because of how he's just so good at hiding emotions. He's smiling, laughing as he usually does. However, something's off. You can tell he's watching you more intently than before while you're back is turned, almost like he's debating throwing a needle in your head.

Franklin

He's honestly also super chill about love, like it's hard to find him conflicted. However, the only time he would be conflicted would be if he found out you're just a regular civilian who could be subject to unneeded visitors from the Hunter Association or the mafia. He doesn't want to see you get hurt

Won't resort to violence! He'll sit down and talk to himself before talking to Chrollo about the matter. Similar to Shalnark's logic, Chrollo's the counselor and leader of the team. He wants to know if he should tell you about his feelings or if it's better for your well-being to not say anything.

Franklin eventually tells you. He tells you in a secluded and quiet environment just what he really does. He tells you he understands if you disagree with him, if you want to run away and tell the police (though this means he might have to resort to violence), but in the end he wants you to be safe. If you leave, that'll be the end of you two's relationship. If you stay, he'll be grateful and tell you he'll always make sure you're safe.

You could probably tell he liked you and had this internal conflict. He started to blush more and he would be quiet around you more than he did before. If you ask him before his big reveal, he'll originally deny these feelings

Meruem

Assuming you're Komugi, he goes through the entire Chimera Ant Arc and doesn't tell you until you two are literally dying :/

However! If you aren't the gungi genius then how this starts might've been similar. Meruem might've had you explain some human concepts to him or maybe he kept you around because it seemed like you had potential for something the ants would need. Nonetheless, his feelings were pure accident.

This leads to him having a conflict that all the rest of the royal guards can see. Pitou won't really mind the king's sudden interest in you, though Pitou might feel it's a little strange how such a weak person like you stayed alive for more than a few hours next to Meruem. Then there's Youpi, who could care less about who the king likes. This guy thinks as long as you aren't a threat to the king's power, no worries. The issue is Pouf. He'll try to convince Meruem you're worthless and whenever Meruem goes through the "should-I-kill-y/n" Pouf will advocate for your death :/. Meruem finds himself never following through this though, so at some point he just stops asking out loud

You will see the conflict in real time, also hear from him about his emotions. He doesn't actually tell you he loves you since he doesn't really know what "love" means. He'll tell you what he's feeling, and then tell you with no corners cut that sometimes he feels like he should kill you (seriously what is with these ants). Give him some time, he'll learn eventually that he's going through a crush and nothing that will kill him (until Netero happens but -_-)

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Chains and Flesh

part 2 of the slasher!Franklin story

Part 1

🎃Happy Halloween🎃

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

Word count: 7.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still, nothing else had really happened to you.

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

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

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

So no. Fighting was a bad plan.

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

You weren't sure what to say to that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe.

You heard a woman screaming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were going to see it.

You were going to see him kill someone.

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

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

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

And yanked it out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She threw you in front of him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But when he turned, he caught sight of you.

And he froze.

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

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

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

The chainsaw.

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

He was really going to use that on her.

While she was still alive.

Why?

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

And how were you going to get through this?

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

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

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

Franklin revved the chainsaw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you swore you could still hear her voice.

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

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

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

Franklin being absolutely covered in blood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Should you mention it?

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

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

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

“You're bleeding.”

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

“You're bleeding.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“.... Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

He was looking at you.

…. Was this good or bad?

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

“What?”

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

“Why didn't you do that?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

His eyebrows furrowed.

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

After a moment, you shook your head.

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

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

Then he moved.

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

This time there was a pensive look in his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The large table at the center of the room.

….. Oh god.

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

Oh god oh god oh god

He was finally gonna do it.

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

You were going to die.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Please be fast, you begged silently.

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

Almost like he was trying to comfort you.

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

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

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

….. Why?

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

And was he still going to kill you after?

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

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

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

It was worth a shot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You couldn't do this.

He hummed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

With both hands on your hips, he shoved in.

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

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

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

He smacked your hand away.

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

When your eyes met he smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

This wasn't so bad.

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

Franklin killed people.

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

You didn't want to die.

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

He stopped moving.

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

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

He was kissing you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckled.

“I'll keep you,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't think about it.

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

You saw something else out there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least you're still alive.

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

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

You nodded.

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

#reader insert #yandere #yandere x reader #franklin x reader #franklin bordeau #hxh franklin #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere franklin #slasher au #hxh x reader

[justyanderes]

Hello! I just saw your soulmate au about uvogin and if you don’t mind I would like to see the soulmate familiar of other phantom troupe members thank you

[might expand and do something longer later cus I do love this au🤫]

Quick note that all familiars in this are fantasy creatures so you can fill in the rest of the blank of how you wish them to look

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A familiar that resembles Chrollo would be invisible to even your own eyes until you learned how to use nen. It's a very bad sign not to have a familiar, in this world. If you were in a less lenient area they surely would mark you so everyone else be made aware of your bad luck. When you discover them upon learning nen, you truly wanted to be happy for the discovery. (At least now you know you are not alone or broken in a way not to have another half to your soul) If only, your familiar didn't resemble so heavily upon arachnids, which you had a slight fear of...

A familiar that resembles Pakunoda would be a shorthair cat like creature with wings because it's cute to me 😤 the familiar would be clingy in a way that never halters your journey. And despite it's smaller size, they are quite lethal. They always sleep beside you or on top of

A familiar that resembles Shalnark would be bat-like in nature with some more softer traits that make it appear more like a harmless enchilada. Likes to play 'hunt' with you, and usually pesters you in whatever way they please due to their nocturnal nature.

A familiar that resembles Shizuku would be a fuzzy leech/caterpillar hybrid. You definitely needed time to learn how a to get used to it's presence, after discovering while it was harmless to you the creature has no issues with using it's hundreds of teeth on anything or anyone around you.

A familiar that resembles Franklin looks like well.... a lot of things. It has such a form that makes even the most well traveled folks in this world wonder how the hell such a creature can exist. When your familiar first came to you, it was large enough to make your parents who kept cattle a little worried. It wouldn't take much for it to cause some serious trouble if it wished to. With how much it insisted on coddling you was likely from the start.

(I'll add everyone I didn't put on here tomorrow 💗)

#phantom troupe x reader #hxh x reader #shalnark x reader #chrollo x reader #hxh imagine #soulmate au #pakunoda x reader #shizuku x reader #franklin x reader #franklin hxh #phantom troupe imagine

[babydaddyleorio]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[bloodyknucklesandbleedinghearts]

hii! if ur taking requests atm, can i request the phantom troupe's reactions (headcanons, fic, whatever u feel like) when chrollo's darling flirts with them? would they feel tempted or stay loyal to chrollo? thank u!!!

I’m always down for requests! I’m so sorry I didn’t see this earlier, I forget that people actually pay attention to me on this app lol

Also, probably won’t do Bonolev or Kortopi ‘cause I don’t know much about them

For context, reader isn’t with Chrollo by choice, but they like the troupe

Machi

She’s very confused at first

Aren’t you with Chrollo?

Doesn’t catch on until you start making it more noticeable

She definitely gets upset

You’re being disloyal and it pisses her off

Would probably try to kill you, but Chrollo intervenes

Machi explains the situation, adding that she wouldn’t have killed you, just hurt you a bit (lies)

Chrollo pauses, thinking for a moment

He comes to the conclusion that he’ll forgive you, but keep you away from Machi as best as he can

Shizuku

Again, probably doesn’t notice

One of the other members has to point it out to her

When they do, she denies it, but starts paying more attention to how you act around her

Notices that you act differently around her than with the others

When she finally realised that you are, in fact, flirting with her, she doesn’t really know what to do

Why are you flirting with her? Aren’t you and Chrollo together?

Doesn’t say anything, but one of the others tells Chrollo what they’ve seen

Chrollo isn’t worried

He knows Shizuku is loyal, she wouldn’t betray him like that

Nothing comes of it, and eventually you stop flirting with her and just admire her from afar

Pakunoda

Catches on fairly quickly

You’d give her a hug every time you saw her and one day she’d ask why, then use her ability to see the real reason

Speechless tbh

She didn’t expect this

Would 100% tell Chrollo

Sniiiiiitch

Chrollo does the same as he did with Machi, just making sure to keep you away from Pakunoda

Franklin

Doesn’t notice, has to be told

Doesn’t say much either

Just kinda accepts it

Tells Chrollo though of course

Chrollo knows that Franklin won’t betray him, so he doesn’t do anything, plus he knows you’ll probably give up eventually

Nothing comes of it and eventually you give up

Uvogin

Would just assume you’re physically affectionate with everybody, so he doesn’t see anything wrong with that

When he realises that you are not, in fact, like that with everybody, he gets confused

Why him?

When one of the members suggests that you’re flirting with him, it clicks

He’s surprised to say the least

Flirts back a bit but only a few times

Tells Chrollo that you’ve been flirting with him

Leaves out the few times he flirted back

Chrollo trusts Uvogin not to betray him, so nothing really comes of it

Uvogin still flirts back from time to time

Phinks

Idk how long it would take for him to notice but when he does… expect his ego to inflate to brand new heights

Flirts back heavily

Would end up not betraying Chrollo, but wouldn’t tell Chrollo what was happening either (he likes the attention)

Nobunaga

Might take him a bit to notice

Phinks would probably be the one who points it out

He doesn’t show it as much as Phinks, but it’s definitely a confidence booster

Attempts to flirt back, but isn’t too good at it

Very tempted to go further, but comes to his senses and tells Chrollo what had been happening

Chrollo is more mad at Nobunaga for not saying something sooner and for flirting back

Chrollo makes sure Nobunaga is nowhere near you at all times

Feitan

Won’t realise it

Has to be told

When he is, he’s conflicted

He’s upset that you’re flirting with him while you’re with Chrollo, but he does think you’re cute

Ultimately decides not to flirt back

Tells Chrollo

Chrollo trusts Feitan to make the right decision and not betray him, so he doesn’t do anything really

Shalnark

Oh?

Are you flirting with him?

He’s flattered honestly

He wouldn’t say anything back, but also wouldn’t stop you from flirting

Just kinda lets it happen

It’s a compliment to him, both literally and figuratively

Chrollo doesn’t find out so nothing really happens with that one

Hisoka

Notices immediately

You’re a lot more physically affectionate with him than anybody else and he knows it

You hug him every time you see him, always smiling at him and laughing at his antics

He’s not loyal

Like at all

Would not tell Chrollo

Would definitely flirt back

Encourages you to leave the troupe with him

If you say yes, you both leave and do your own thing

If you say no… well, he doesn’t accept it

You’re coming with him wether you want to or not

He’ll just straight up take you with him

#hxh #hxh x reader #x reader #hunter x hunter phantom troupe #hunter x hunter #chrollo #chrollo x reader #machi #machi x reader #hisoka #hisoka x reader #nobunaga #nobunaga x reader #phinks #phinks x reader #franklin #franklin x reader #uvogin #uvogin x reader #pakunoda #pakunoda x reader #shizuku #shizuku x reader #feitan #feitan x reader

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Peonies and overcooked pasta

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Notes: This is my first fanfic and I've spent THREE DAYS making it (roughly 15h of just writing and breaks) does it usually take that long to make something like this? And I wanted this to be a 300 to 500 words long but jokes on me!

Franklin x reader

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It's a nice afternoon you are cooking at the stove and Franklin is outside enjoying his gardening hobby. He enjoys growing pretty flowers and veggies and herbs for your cooking. He always enjoys the food you make no matter what, because it's you who has made it. As you are in your own little world adding chopped bay leaves to the tomato sauce with meatballs. The sauce was more or less done at this point but the pasta you didn't know. You got a fork from the drawer next to you and fished out a piece from the pot. It was still a bit undercooked, so let it continue cooking. you moved the pan with the meatballs to the side turning away from the kitchen opening.

´´Do we have any good vases to put these in?´´ You jump and let out a small yelp at the sudden voice behind you, almost knocking the pan off the counter top. You swiftly turn around to face Franklin. He's holding a pink bouquet in his hand. It looks tiny in his hand compared to his big stature. His face looks mild but a bit worried that he scared you. You take a deep breath ´´how long have you been standing there?´´ You say nonchalantly as you turn around to face him.´´ Not long and I'm sorry for scaring you. I didn't mean to´´ he said in a clear but he was tense in his body. You turn back around to reach for one of the cupboards to get a vase for him.

´´I know that silly, I just didn't hear you entering the house, I guess that I was in too deep of my own thoughts, but I digress ́ ́ you are genuinely curious, because you should've heard at least the creaking in the floorboards from his footsteps. ´´Does this vase work?´´ you took down a clear glass vase from the middle shelf, and turned towards him so he could see it clearly (pun intended). He has a warm smile and he is more relaxed in his shoulders ´´ yes that one will do perfectly´´ you close the cupboard and he watches your motions. You go to the sink to fill it with water. He moves into the kitchen rather swiftly and leans over your shoulder and gives you a peck on the cheek and watches the container fill with water. You look at the bundle of pink flowers to your left.

´´So what kind of flowers have you picked there?´´ he pauses for a bit and changes his focus to you ´´peonies, there from the garden´´ he said with pride over that he was the one that grew them. ´´There from behind the bush, you couldn't really see them. so i picked them, for you ́ ́ he said in a cheerful tone. You feel your stomach bubble in joy that he picked these for you ´´Thank you Franklin these are very beautiful, you really know how to garden´´. You turn off the faucet and place the vase on the counter next to the still very warm tomato sauce. you start hearing a hissing noise from the stove top ´´oh i forgot about the pasta´´ you duck under Franklin's arm and turn off the stove. You get the fork you used before and try a bit of pasta. Just as you suspected, it's overcooked due to your ignorance. You let out a heavy sigh ´´ the pasta is overcooked, welp there's nothing i can do about it so i hope you don't mind ́ ́ you rub the back of your neck slightly.

´Thudd´ you turn around to see where the noise came from, and Franklin is just standing there looking like a deer caught in headlights next to the table. He had pleased the vase with the flowers in it in the middle of the dining table. ´´No i don't mind and I'll help you set the table if the food is done´´ he seems very pleased with himself. You go to strain the pasta over the sink as he gets plaits and utensils, as he holds the plaits in one hand he bends down to smell the meatballs covered with tomato sauce you've made. You turn your head to look at him and he has the sweetest smile and then he turns around to continue doing what he was previously doing. As you watch him your hand slips and you drop the pot into the sink. On one hand luckily you didn't spill out any of the pasta but on the other hand you burnt your hand. You bite down and pull in air through your teeth making a hissing sound. Franklin turns around in a haste and asks if you are okay. ´´yeah, yeah i’m fine i just burnt my hand. But I'm fine!´´ You said that last part a bit too quickly for his comfort. He turns away and gets an ice packet from the freezer and covers it with the hand towel under the sink.´´here this will help with the burn´´ he also urges you to sit down and he will take care of the rest for you. you catch him glaring at the pot and him muttering under his breath, that he wants to beat up the pot for hurting you. You let out a small chuckle. He turns his head to face you. ´´You have to be more careful when cooking´´, he says while draining the pasta. He walks over to the table and places the pot with pasta on it and turns around to get the pan to do the same with it. ´´Well you are a bit of a distraction with that cute face, but i always appreciate your company´´ he chuckles a bit and gives you a smile. ´´Is your hand feeling better?´´ he looks down at the ice packet you're holding. ´´Yeah, it's feeling a lot better´´ you lift the packet and turn your hand to inspect it and it looks perfectly fine, except for a bit of redness. You wiggle your fingers to demonstrate that it doesn't hurt any more. ´´Good seems to be no severe burns on your hand´´. You place the packet on the table and he yoinks it and puts it back in the freezer and the towel under the sink.

´´Shall we start to eat?´´ Franklin says, moving towards his seat. ´´Yes, im starving! Let's dig in!´´ you say with a smile, he does the same and nods. He sat down opposite to you to enjoy this meal with you. He takes his first bite and he loves it. You start eating yourself, you drift into your thoughts and stare at the peonies and think ́We have peonies and overcooked pasta. This is a wonderful way to spend an afternoon ́ your eyes look a bit behind to see Franklin looking at you with a sweet smile. ́ ́I didn't have the chance to say this before because the pot when boiling over, but I think you are more lovely than the peonies´´.

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For what reasons would members of the Gen'ei Ryodan impregnate their S/O?

TW: Mentions of forced relationship, forced pregnancy, gestation, breeding kink, body changes, parenthood, children, possible threat to children

Phinks:

It is the type of couple that is extremely overprotective, at the same time that it is extremely dominant, there is no better way of dominance than to impregnate your beloved, leave her plump and unable to do anything, so that she does not do anything stupid, nothing bad happens to her and there is no doubt that he is your absolute owner because you are carrying HIS child, and the idea of fucking you pregnant isn't something he's going to refuse either, he likes the idea, I'll just say that and of course he will love his child, I feel that he is the type of man to whom being a father comes naturally.

Feitan:

I don't feel that Feitan understands that concept of "family" and "parenting" and he doesn't care much either and if you're not very interested in the subject, pregnacy is not something that is going to happen, BUT, if we go to his sickest and most twisted side, especially the sadistic one and mixing it with a yandere or quite sick theme, if he sees that the idea of getting pregnant from him terrifies you as he is your captor, he is going to impregnate you with desire and on purpose, just to fuck you, torture you and well, in the process he will mark territory, by fucking you he will torture with the idea, if he achieves his goal now he only has the same thing left, making you feel bad, making you feel guilty, but he will probably still take care of you since in the end you are valuable to him.

Uvogin:

He barely fell in love with you, he knew that you were going to be the mother of his 78 children, Uvogin is the stereotype of a man who wants to get you pregnant 24/7, it won't even be two months after you have given birth before you are already pregnant again, he simply likes it because it is a way to keep you by his side, dominate you and take ownership of you. He has a fairly activated reproductive instinct due to his barbaric and somewhat animal nature. He's excited about getting you pregnant, he's excited about having you pregnant, he's excited about being able to fuck you when you're swollen with his babies. Added to that he may be a horrible person, a thief, a murderer and many other things, but it comes naturally to him to be a father, he loves his children, all of them.

Nobunaga:

The truth is that I feel that Nobunaga is one of these characters with the authentic desire to one day have children, he likes the idea of ​​raising little swordsmen who run from one place to another simulating an epic and legendary duel and there is no better way to join the love of your life than forming a family (That's what he thinks) It doesn't matter much if you agree, it will still happen.

He is going to get you pregnant, he is going to take care of you and he will do everything humanly possible to be with you, of course I also emphasize that probably doing it with you even if you are pregnant, it is quite exciting for him.

Franklin:

I wouldn't know how to interpret him very well in fact, I feel that he is not someone who is dying to be a father but he also does not hate the idea and if you ask him he will listen to you, he will take great care of you and his little ones. (I DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT FRANKLIN, FORGIVE ME FRANKLIN FANS!)

Illumi:

The same as with Uvogin, but somewhat different. He would say that he has a fairly marked kink breeding because in his family he has seen it as common and necessary to have many children (he literally has 4 siblings). When he fell in love with you the next thing in his brain was to imagine the family he would have with you as soon as possible. Once you are together (Whether by marriage or kidnapping) Illumi will probably have locked himself in the room with you until he makes sure that you are pregnant, Illumi never shows his emotions, but when he is fucking you and has you tightly grabbed, his body trembles of the emotion and excitement of being able to get you pregnant. Once you are very pregnant and swollen, he won't stop fucking you either (As long as your child is safe), he can simply become more obsessed with you now that you are carrying his baby. If everything goes well, I estimate at least 7 pregnancies, furthermore, all these pregnancies are going to be followed, as soon as you give birth, it will be a matter of time before he impregnates you again.

Hisoka:

I don't find any logical reason, he likes the idea of ​​having a partner, but not forming a "family." The only reason I can find is that in his moments of madness and revenge.

Especially if he has already left the Gen'ei Ryodan and wants revenge, if you are a partner of one of them, he will impregnate you with hatred and desire but only for revenge.

Shalnark:

I think we have already talked about this in this profile multiple times but we will do it again.

Shalnark doesn't want kids, he hates kids, he hates kids grabbing his things, he hates not being the focus of your attention and everything related to pregnancy and having kids.

BUT

It is an idea that he can consider in the same way, if he consider that you have problems in the relationship, he will consider an alternative to soften you and tie you down.

In other situation, if you mention it to him, obviously you have to beg him if you are the one who wants to have children, but if you are convincing, you will have your child.

But Shalnark is cruel and twisted in nature, I don't think he is someone who loves his children in a paternal way, he probably sees them as a pet and will appreciate them (Also as something to blackmail and threaten you with).

Chrollo:

Chrollo is a being of curious, selfish and greedy nature, a being rejected by the world. I think he has that desire to form a family and ABOVE ALL, have a child, it is something that will finally be authentically HIS.

It's not that he KILLS to get you pregnant or it's a mortal necessity (Like Uvogin to Illumi) but it's a recurring thought.

It doesn't matter if he agrees or not, he's still going to get you pregnant when he can. He is going to push hard into your pussy and he is going to cling to your body telling you how beautiful mother you are going to be and how he is not going to stop until you are all swollen and pretty, that you will be his queen and that he will do everything for you.

Simply love your pregnancy, love hugging your belly, talking to it and planting soft kisses on it.

Thanks for reading this shit 🤍

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

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

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

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

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

pakunoda

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

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

until it comes to her death.

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

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nobunaga

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

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

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

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

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bonolenov

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

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

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

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

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kortopi

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

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

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

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

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uvogin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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shizuku

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

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

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

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

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franklin

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

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

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

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

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shalnark

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

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

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

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

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

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phinks

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

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

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

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

the relationship is somewhat normal besides that.

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chrollo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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illumi

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

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

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

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

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machi

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

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

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

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

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

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hisoka

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

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

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

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

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

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

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feitan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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could I request hcs for franklin, trevor, and michael on how they would go about apologizing or making it up to you after they did something wrong (I feel like I'm not making sense lol 😆 but basically I'm asking how would they get back on your good side after messing up big time) if requests are close, I apologize!!

(This totally makes sense, no worries! And my requests are always open, so feel free to send an ask whenever you’d like- I’m just a little slow atm. Also, I’m sorry about the long wait, and I hope you like it ☺️)

Franklin, Trevor, and Michael making up with you after an argument:

Franklin Clinton:

Arguments with Franklin are fairly rare. He’s a pretty level headed, loyal partner. But, like every relationship, arguments do happen.

Despite being kind, loyal, and loving, Franklin is also stubborn. It can be the cause of several of your arguments. And can also lead to him refusing to admit he’s wrong right away.

But once he does realize he’s been wrong, and understands that he’s upset you, he’ll go to the ends of the earth to make it up to you.

He’ll come to you like a sad puppy- curling up beside and gently taking your hands in his. He’s had time to think about what went wrong, and what was done to start the argument to begin with. He wants to talk it over, wants to get to the root of the problem to make sure it never happens again. He’ll stay up all night talking with you, and apologizing, until he’s sure everything is resolved and that you’ve forgiven him.

He may buy you something small and sweet the day after the fight. A teddy bear or a bouquet of roses aren’t uncommon after the two of you have had a disagreement. And for a few days afterwards, he treats you especially gently. He hates hurting your feelings or making you mad. So, he wants to prove just how much he does love you. Even if you two do argue.

Trevor Philips:

Arguments with Trevor are fairly commonplace. He’s set in his insane ways, and always self assured that he’s right. He’s more apt to listen to reason when it comes to you. But his erratic, wild behavior, and bad, dangerous habits are normally the root of arguments between you two.

There are several ways things can go after you two argue. But more often than not, it’s a couple days of passive aggressive comments and the silent treatment, until he’s convinced that this is the fight that’s going to split you guys apart. And then comes the waterworks.

He comes, literally, crawling back to you on his hands and knees, sobbing and snot nosed as he begs you not to leave him. He’s usually fairly high when he breaks down like this, so talking to him is slightly difficult. But he babbles at you non stop- telling you how much he loves you, how sorry he is, how he’s “such a worthless shit”.

The true talking it out usually comes the next morning, or afternoon, depending on how fucked up he got. But after his tears dry up and he’s caught his breath from all the sobbing, his usual method of making up with you is desperate, clingy sex. He doesn’t have a very good grasp on such big emotions, so he shows them physically instead of verbally. And you can feel his love and remorse through every press of his lips and every touch of his rough, scarred hands.

Michael De Santa:

He has issues with loyalty and honesty. You knew that before you got with him. But it doesn’t make the arguments that ensure because of it any easier.

He’s stubborn, self assured, and hot headed. Getting Michael to admit he’s wrong is like pulling teeth. And getting him to apologize is harder than winning a one man war. Once you two start to fight, it can last for days. And because of his petty, passive aggressive attitude, he sometimes tends to make things twice as bad.

It’s almost never that you hear him actually say “I’m sorry”. But eventually, after a few days of fighting, he realizes he’s being a child and understands that he was wrong. Even if he won’t admit it. So, he shows it the best way he knows how. Through gifts.

You’ll come home to find expensive jewelry on your pillow, or a new outfit hung up for you in the closet. He’ll have your favorite dinner made, and he’ll buy the wine he knows you like the best. He won’t apologize to you. But over dinner, he’ll take your hand, tell you how beautiful you look, and say something like “Let’s not fight anymore, angel. You know I hate seeing you upset.”

You know he’s too prideful to apologize. So, usually it’s just easier to cut your losses and accept that, while he’ll never verbally apologize, this is his version of saying “I’m sorry”. You know he truly is apologetic, and you love him, so you both agree to let this go and move on. He’s a good man, he’s just a little emotionally immature at times.

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[hihellogoodbyebruh]

Give Me Back My Key

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Plus Size!Reader Summary: Franklin crosses the line and you blow up at him. Now you have to hear some hard truths and decide whether or not you still want to be with him. Warnings: 18+, drug dealing, n-word usage, PIV, daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, AAVE, possessive Franklin, bratty reader, referring to female genatalia as 'she', mentions of canonically dead characters as alive so this is kind of an AU but just go with it Word Count: 3,387 Author’s Note: My first finished piece of writing in like 3 years. A bitch is rusty but I’m just so happy to have something completed. I hope yall can find some enjoyment in it. I’m a Snowfall girlie now so hopefully there will be more coming after this. As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcomed. Happy reading lovelies! xo

You entered your home after a long day at work, ready to soak in a bubble bath for an hour. Your boss had upped your hours, but did that come with a raise? Of course not. You hoped he would actually consider you for the new job opening in management but you weren’t holding your breath.

On the other hand, the extra hours were actually a God send. You had less time to sit at home missing your ex. Franklin Saint tore through your life like a tornado and left the wreckage of your heart behind.

You had no idea who he was when you first met. Your younger brother had dragged you along with him to Jammin Jerome’s to see if he had enough to upgrade his speaker system. Your brother had been geeking over the selection but his dream speakers were a bit outside of his price range.

The heartbroken look on your brother’s face was too much for you to handle and like always you tried to swoop in and save the day. Your mother worked so much to keep a roof over your heads as you grew up and your job was to look after your brother. You were basically another mother to him.

“Do yall have a layaway program or anything?” You asked, calculating in your mind how much you’d need to take out of your next check.

“No there ain’t no layaway. This ain’t no fucking charity.”

You squinted your eyes at the afro’d man and dug deep into your professional bag as not to cuss him out. “I understand. Is there anyway you can just hold them until Friday?”

The shorter man went to reply but he was cut off by Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy. “Yeah I can do that for you, but there’s a catch.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “What?”

He placed his hands on the counter and leaned a little closer towards you. “You gotta be the one to come back for them and you gotta let me take you out after.” He proposed, a smirk on his face.

Usually that might have pissed you off but there was something so charming about him. He immediately got your defenses down.

“Deal.”

His slick nature should have been a red flag but you were naive then. You couldn’t see past what was in front of you. A successful young Black man who was intelligent, passionate, and caring. He had goals and he knew who he was. You fell fast and you fell hard. He treated you like the most important person in his life.

After washing off the day’s sweat from your body, you put on your soft robe and proceeded to lotion up your body. A little self pampering after a hard day always helped to ease your racing brain and start to wind you down.

Franklin would love to get his hands on you and rub in your favorite scented lotion. He’d start at your feet and work his way up, taking extra time around your knees and then your thighs. He’d rub your belly and place kisses on your stretch marks. He never failed to make you feel so loved.

Months of dating flew by and even your families got along great. Your little brother looked up to Franklin as a man he’d like to emulate. He didn’t really have that before. Anytime you brought Franklin around, your brother was trying to get as much of his attention as you were. Franklin indulged him too. As annoying as it was, it warmed your heart to see the little bond they had.

By extension, you’d also noticed your brother getting closer to Leon as well. Since that first meeting, Leon was not one of your favorite people. You respected him as your man’s best friend but you saw him often on the street and you didn’t want your brother becoming interested in that.

Driving down the street a couple weeks ago, your worst nightmare was reality.

You almost got into a car accident the way you swerved your car across lanes when you saw Ryan doing a hand exchange with Leon.

You were haphazardly parked and out the car before your mind could catch up to what your adrenaline already set in motion.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You yelled at Ryan, hands digging straight into his pockets and pulled out both money and rocks.

“Get off me, sis! What’s your problem?” He asked you, trying to grab his supplies back.

“What’s my problem?! You being fucking dumb is my problem. Get in the car!” You screamed, smacking him in the back of the head and pushing him towards the car.

“Consider him officially out.” You told Leon, tossing him the drugs and money.

You got in the car and drove straight to Franklin’s. Yeah you told Leon that Ryan is out, but you figured Franklin would talk to Leon for you so things actually stuck. They were best friends after all.

Ryan was clearly sulking as he followed you into the home. He stood against a wall with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

Franklin greeted you with a kiss on the lips. “Hey baby. What’s wrong with your bro?”

You hugged him, resting your head on his chest. He ran his hand up and down your back to soothe you. “I caught him slinging on a random corner. I gave Leon his shit back and told him that Ryan was out, but do you think you can talk to him for me? I want to make sure he doesn’t try to hire him again.”

You didn’t catch on to the awkward silence until your brother scoffed.

You lifted your head from Franklin’s chest to look at your sibling. “What?” You snapped.

“You called me dumb and yet you think Leon hired me.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“This isn’t a joke! I will fuck you up, Ry.” You started to pull away from your man’s embrace to put hands on your brother but Franklin stopped you.

“Leon didn’t put him on the corner. I did.” Franklin declared, and your body froze. You could swear you went into shock.

You took a huge step back and out of his arms. “Excuse me?”

“I put him with Leon because I trust him and he’ll make sure he’s straight. You know how Leon is.”

Your head was spinning but you were quickly connecting the dots. You knew he had something going on in his past. Like maybe he used to sell weed, but you’d only seen his legitimate businesses. Now you felt naive as fuck. The pieces are coming together in your mind like a puzzle you finally figured out how to solve. The way his Uncle and Aunt always seemed to defer to him…the way he carried himself….he was the Boss.

“Why would you…” You couldn’t even get it out. You shook your head to try and clear the roaring in your ears.

“He’s smart, he’s quick, and he’s loyal. You don’t have to worry. Plus, he really wanted a job.” Franklin explained like he was simply going over your brother’s job application.

“Then you get him a job at Jerome’s! YOU DONT PUT MY BROTHER ON THE STREET. ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?” You exploded, hands clenching.

It was the first time he’d seen you blow up and you expected a greater acknowledgement of your angry. Ryan seemed to be the only one in the room who knew you were not playing.

Franklin merely stared at you with what you thought was cool indifference. “You need to calm down.”

You scoffed, in disbelief of his arrogant answer. If niggas have anything, it’s audacity. “You go behind my back and make my baby brother one of your street niggas and I need to calm down? Fuck you, Franklin.”

He stood up straight, using his height to tower over you and show how unamused he was. “Oh you've been doing a lot of that. And you didn’t see a damn thing wrong with it either.”

You nodded. “You’re right. This is on me. I brought you into his life but I’m gonna rectify that immediately. We’re done.”

You hadn’t seen Franklin in a week and you missed him so much. You missed his voice, the way he held you in his arms, and the uncanny ability he had to always just know what you needed.

You needed him.

But you can’t budge on this. This was your brother’s life and Franklin betrayed you by going behind your back. Speaking of Ryan, he’d also been suspiciously absent lately. He had been walking on eggshells since you blew up and you felt bad, but if your mother found out she’d actually kill him so better he deals with your anger than hers.

You entered the kitchen to grab some water and screamed when you noticed the figure sitting at your little kitchenette. “AHH!”

Sitting very comfortably in one of your chairs, legs spread and one arm resting on the table where a glass of your brandy sat was Franklin. There was also a large beautiful bouquet of roses on the table.

“Hey baby.” He casually greets you, taking a sip from the glass.

He looked good as hell but you still glared at him.

“How the hell did you get in here? Better yet, why are you here?”

“I missed you. I know you missed me too. Are you done being mad?”

You clicked your tongue. “Nigga you got some nerve. Yes, I’m still mad.”

He sucked his teeth at me. “I’m not gonna apologize for putting your brother on, but I’ll apologize for not giving you a heads up.”

“That’s not good enough. That shit is dangerous. I want him to get a degree and get out of here.”

“So you don’t believe in building back up the community? Keeping money and businesses in Black hands? You don’t want to raise a family where you grew up anymore?”

Yes, you still believed in all those things. You even understood that your people had to cut some corners to get a leg up because they’d already been held back from so long. But the road to get to the future was scary. You were scared but anger is a way easier emotion to hold on to.

“Give me my key.” You snapped, holding out your hand.

He took your hand in his, rubbing your wrist with his thumb before placing a kiss on your palm. “No.”

“Franklin!” You whined, stomping your foot before you could stop yourself. Yes, you were lowkey about to throw a fit but he was so damn annoying.

“If you want me gone, change the locks.” He challenged, placing a kiss on each of your fingers.

That action caused you to realize he still held your hand so you snatched it away. “Fine. I will. What do you want?”

“You. I want you back. The bed is cold without those warm thighs for me to lay between.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

He rolled his eyes and stood up. He walked you backwards until you hit the kitchen counter. You looked off to the side, unable to hold his gaze. You were weak for him. He placed his hands on your cheeks and gripped your face, turning it so you were nose to nose with him and eyes locked.

“I’m only gonna say this shit once. Ryan wanted in the game. He wanted to be a corner boy. He wants to hustle.” You tried turning away from him but you couldn’t pry his hands off your face so you ended up just holding his wrists. “If I said no, he would have gone somewhere else. Is that what you want? Him down in the bottoms with crazy ass Skully or becoming apart of Manboy’s crew?”

Your eyes fluttered close at his words and you released a loud sigh. He was right. God forbid your brother went to work for Manboy. You knew you couldn’t change Ryan’s mind about something as much as you couldn’t change your mother’s. They were alike in that way. You always played the middle trying to keep the peace.

Franklin placed a kiss on your forehead as you processed his words. He knew you needed time to sort out new information and check in with yourself. He loved that about you. You could blow up but you could also be reasoned with.

“I know how much you love your brother and because I love you he’s family to me too. I’m treating him just like family. The game is the game. You think I wouldn’t do everything I could to protect him? To protect your heart? You think that little of me?”

His words had your eyes snapping back open. “No. I know you’re a good man, Frankie.” You rubbed his wrists, your face still in his hands.

“Then you forgive me?” He asked, eyes pulling you in. You would willingly drown in those dark pools.

You nodded and he placed a soft kiss on your lips. God, you missed him. You pressed harder against him and deepened the kiss. It had been too long. He kissed you like you were his last source of air as he explored your mouth with his tongue. His hands left your face to trail down your back and grip your robe covered ass.

He sucked on your tongue before biting your lip. He gripped your thighs and hoisted you up, holding you against the countertop and grinding his hard dick against you. You yelped and wrapped your arms and legs around him.

“Oh my God! Put me down, Franklin.” You gasped as he placed open mouthed kisses on your neck. Your robe had fallen open and he was able to suck on your collarbone which made your head drop back.

He turned to place you on the table. Your ass bumped his glass and it, along with the bouquet, fell onto the floor. “Franklin!” You scolded, only to bite your lip when he lightly grabbed your neck.

“I let you get away with it before but that shits over now. What’s my name?” He asked, his thumb pressing right into the center of your neck.

Your pussy was dripping wet. “Baby, please.”

He squeezed a bit more before letting his hand slide down the opening in your robe. “Close but don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll remind you.” His free hand pulled on the sash and completely opened up your robe.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He groaned, eyes moving from your tits down your stomach to between your legs as you spread them further apart.

Your hands were exploring under his shirt, refamiliarizing yourself with the planes of his body. You slipped his shirt over his head and he bent his head to kiss your nipples.

“Mmm.” You moaned, head falling back as he took a nipple into his mouth. You could feel your pussy dripping wet. As he sucked on your titties, one of his hands reached between your legs and teased your folds. His fingers traced up and down your lips and your hips moved to press him harder against you.

“Look at how wet and eager you are. I know this pussy missed me. Didn’t she?” He asked, pulling away from your titties leaving them wet with his saliva.

“Yes, yes she missed you.” You gasped, desperate for more.

His middle finger slid up and down your slit before finally slipping into your pussy. You groaned at the feeling and he slipped another finger inside of you stroking your walls. His eyes remained on your face as he watched the love faces you made. He pressed his fingers deeper inside you and rubbed his palm against your swollen clit.

“Yes, yes, please….” You moaned, hands clutching the edge of the table. He was stroking you so good, but you needed more.

“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”

“I need…ooh…I need your dick in this pussy.” You licked your lips as you reached out to unbutton his pants. You could see the print of his hard dick and you needed it in you now.

“After this tantrum of yours, beg for it.” He could feel your walls contracting around his fingers and knew you were about to cum. He wasn’t about to have that so he pulled his fingers out.

“Nooo…” You whined, scooting closer to the edge of the table to rub against him and get some more friction going. He held your legs open and leaned back just out of your reach.

“What did I say?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Please, Daddy. I’m sorry. Give me the dick. I need the dick.” You begged, voice just the right pitch of needy and desperate that he wanted to hear.

He pulled his hard, long, and thick dick out and stroked it as he stared at you. You bit your lip and gave him your most contrite look. He smiled at you and leaned in to kiss you softly on your lips.

You got so lost in his kiss. The way he moved from harsh to sweet was making your head spin. You just wanted anything and everything he was giving you. During the kiss, you gasped loudly into his mouth feeling his slide into your tight pussy.

“Shit..” He hissed, hips jacking forward to situate himself deep into your pussy. He was knocking up against your G spot and you were almost dizzy. After all that foreplay, you knew you wouldn’t last long. You were already squeezing his dick.

“I can feel that pussy finna cum. Let her rain on me, baby. I wanna feel it.” He told you, continuing to give you long deep strokes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You breathlessly moaned, head thrown back. “I’m bout to-” You don’t even finish your sentence as your orgasm eclipses your whole body.

“Just like that.” Franklin moaned, watching you as the pleasure blankets you. He loved watching you. You were so damn sexy. He never stopped stroking as your walls clamped down on him.

Your chest was heaving and you were feeling a bit tired. You felt Franklin speeding up his thrusts, his hips slamming against your ass. You were feeling a bit sensitive. “Ooh, wait Daddy…”

“Nah, ain’t no wait. This is part of your punishment. Let me look at that pussy.” He declared, bringing your legs up and smashing your knees into your chest. “Damn, look at her glistening for Daddy.”

“Mmnf!” You groaned, feeling the table shake under you at his hard thrusts. Your eyes closed as your body was completely worked over by him. He was fucking your soul.

You heard his moans and growls increasing frequency as his hips sped up. You could feel him everywhere. He was staking his claim on you. With a final deep thrust, you felt his cum release inside of you. You were on birth control but he was so damn far inside you felt like he was personally delivering his seeds to your ovaries. You’d have time to worry about that later.

He placed kisses along your thick legs as he slowly brought them back down to wrap around his waist. He’s still inside you and you haven’t moved at all. You couldn’t. You were wore the hell out.

You felt his eyes on you as he soothingly rubbed his hands up your thighs over your belly between your breasts and over your shoulders. He massaged you as he waited for you to regain yourself.

Your eyes opened and connected with his. You gave him your prettiest smile. “I love you.”

He smiled that rare grin of his. “I love you too.” He leaned in to kiss your lips and you closed your eyes leaning up to meet his lips only to be met with air.

Your eyes opened to see him staring down at you. “Don’t ever pull no shit like this again.” He sternly ordered.

You brought your hands up to rub his hair and cup the back of his head. “I won’t baby. I’m sorry.”

You were ready to accept Franklin for everything he is. He was your man and you were gonna stick beside him no matter what.

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Set Up

Uvogin x reader x Franklin

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

Word count: 4.9k

“This is an odd problem to have.”

“Is it?”

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

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

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

“Mm.”

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

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

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

Yet you weren't even aware of that fact.

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

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

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

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

“Yeah? How'd you meet?”

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

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

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

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

Silence returned as they focused their attention back on you.

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

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

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

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

Uvogin laughed again.

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

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

“Who was the guy?” he asked.

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

“Good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But before you left, you thanked him.

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

You were an idiot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then he'd run into Franklin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uvo raised an eyebrow.

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

“It's the fairest way to decide it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let's hear it, then.”

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

“What, we share her?”

“Yeah.”

Franklin stayed quiet as Uvogin continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uvo seemed surprised.

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

“I was hoping to avoid doing that.”

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

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

Uvogin hummed to himself.

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

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

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

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

“Mm.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not really,” Franklin answered.

“So what's the hold-up?”

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

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

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

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

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

Uvogin laughed a little at that.

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

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

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

“I think you mean, everyone tolerates you.”

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

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

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

It also looked like you were annoyed.

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

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

“Who is that?” Uvogin asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That's the guy,” he said suddenly.

“The guy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uvogin looked back down to Franklin, asking “you coming?”

Franklin looked to the man again.

And then to the gold coin that was still in his hand.

A decision needed to be made.

After one final moment of consideration, he finally stood as he placed it back into his pocket before looking back to Uvogin, telling him “let's go.”

Uvo grinned, and the two began to approach the man.

“You're not gonna try to keep me from going too wild, are you?” Uvo then asked.

“No, that's always too much of a hassle with you,” Franklin answered, “but let's take him somewhere outside of the area to deal with him, just to make sure no one gets in the way.”

“Sure.”

Uvogin was listening, but he was keeping his eyes on the guy, ready to move into action in case the guy started up his car and tried to leave.

A thought then occurred to Franklin, and he asked Uvo “where was that place where he left her?”

“Not too far from here, about due east. Why?”

“Let's take him there.”

“Oh? Are we gonna leave him to fend for himself?”

“Yeah, but maybe with a few more bullet holes in his legs,” Franklin answered.

Uvogin hummed.

“While I don't mind that idea, it doesn't sound like I'll get to do much,” he said.

“We'll figure it out,” Franklin said, shrugging.

They reached the side of the guy's car, and Uvo tapped against the window to get his attention. When the window was rolled down, he barely got out the question of what Uvo wanted before a hand grabbed his neck and slammed his head down onto the wheel. When Uvogin let go, the man slumped over in his seat.

Franklin raised an eyebrow.

“Is he still alive?” he asked.

“He is.”

Though the man had gotten plenty of attention from onlookers with the scene he had caused earlier, most seemed to be eager to move on with their day and forget about that commotion. So no one had been paying attention when Uvo had attacked the man, and it had been fast and quiet enough that no one had been alerted that there was something wrong. With the man being quickly shoved into the back seat and the two of them taking their places in the front, no one took much notice when the car pulled out of the lot and Franklin began to drive off while following Uvogin's instructions.

Franklin glanced over to Uvo, finding his fellow spider to be thrumming with excitement, no doubt eager to get to that area with the magical beasts and exacting out justice on the piece of shit who had abandoned you.

Though Franklin would be lying if he said that he wasn't just as eager for the exact same thing.

Still, despite this new plan of action, this really wasn't the way Franklin had been expecting this day to end. Even if he had managed to somehow anticipate that both he and Uvogin were interested in you, he wouldn't have predicted that he would ultimately agree to sharing you with him.

They'd figure out the best way to dispose of the guy, and then they'd be able to turn their attention to more important things, like how to go about taking you and figuring out where to take you after they did. And once they did have you, they'd be able to work towards getting you to be comfortable around them.

It'd take a while to get to that point, and it wouldn't be nearly as simple as it sounded when they spoke about it, but if they were able to get you to reciprocate, then it'd be worth it in the end.

Both he and Uvogin would get what they wanted, and you would be kept safe by the two of them.

The option where everyone was happy.

And though he counted on you not seeing it that way at first, you'd come to agree eventually.

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[justyanderes]

New writing blog, who this?

Hi there! I definitely started this blog to just post my wips of hxh so that's my plan mwhahh ha ha 😎

I will be writing quite a bit of original fiction too! So if any of that interests you stick around 💕 My Ask box is open for HXH but I'll be doing the first few that catch my eye so get yours in quickly!

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[peetas-nose]

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[sleepyhutcherson]

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