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lliminall · 2 years

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yandere!chrollo/phinks/feitan and what they make you wear

tags: implied fem reader, yanderes being creeps, extremely biased clothing selection lmao I basically pulled half of these from my own boards

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I have to agree with the general consensus that chrollo is a collarbones and thigh man, but may I also offer: the space between the neck and shoulder, and the soft tummy area between your hips. so naturally, lots of wide, low cut necklines and fabric that hugs your waist and shows every soft curve

I’m imagining soft, feminine silhouettes and fine fabrics that show every detail of skin underneath. I think he would even intentionally select fabrics that are fine enough to be see-through under the right lighting, so when you put it on in your room everything looks good, but when you step in front of a window he can see the outline of your body and your underwear. he’s sort of a creep he just does a very good job of hiding it lmao

skirts skirts skirtsss unless you’re vehemently opposed, there would be basically no pants in your wardrobe. skirts and dresses only. he loves the silhouette of a long sweeping maxi skirt but also the flirtatiousness of a hem that hits right below your ass

I can see him coming up behind you while you’re wearing a dress and striking up a casual conversation, but the whole time he’s got his hands loosely fisted in the fabric of the skirt, caressing your hips and playing with it just enough to make you think he’s about to lift it a little bit too high. just enough that you can feel the hem brush against your ass and worry that your panties will show. I hate him

pics below the cut for your convenience:

feitan

when he first takes you, I don’t think he would bother to put any thought into your wardrobe. he’d probably just give you whatever clothes were the easiest for him to get ahold of, and I doubt they would be the most flattering or even fit properly. imagine he just walks in with a walmart bag one day and hands you like five of those $10 tshirts that say shit like “I DON’T WANT TO ADULT TODAY.” what if he hands you one of those violently yellow minion shirts. I might kill myself and he does it on purpose too

HOWEVER I don’t think that would necessarily last forever. I’m still not over the fact that’s he’s into Trevor Brown’s art, which if you’re unfamiliar with, features a lot of creepy-cute style girls in lolita-esque clothing. I feel like eventually he’d realize that he’s wasting a perfect opportunity by making you walk around in unflattering stained tshirts when he could be dressing you up like a paper doll in whatever he wants

I’m imagining white for his darling, or maybe even really soft pastels, especially pinks. he likes the innocence of it, how sharply it contrasts with his own personality and aesthetic. I think he enjoys the feeling of being some kind of “big bad wolf” or the “monster under the bed” with you, and this would even further highlight the power imbalance between you

I love the idea of his darling in babydoll dresses and nightgowns, frilly and flowy and almost infantilizing. honestly though I feel like his taste in clothes would be sort of shit so I have taken many liberties with the example pics PLEASE if you have to be kidnapped the least he could do is let you look cute ffs

phinks

ASS MAN ASS MAN ASS MAN you can’t blame the guy for just wanting to see some cheeks

booty shorts, those skin-tight flare pants with the patterns…you know the ones, the ultimate butt-flattering pants. the man is constantly horny, he would have you walking around naked if he could

I don’t think he would force you to wear anything. he would just be so handsy whenever you did put on the clothes he picked for you, he would not hold back with the praise and you would be 100% aware of how smoking hot he thinks you are in that outfit. you would realize very quickly how much it improves his mood to see you like this, and you could absolutely use it your advantage. the man would be willing to get you anything and dish out a lot of privileges just to see some ass peeking out of a pair of stupidly short shorts

#yandere hxh #hxh x reader #yandere hxh x reader #this is so self indulgent look away right now #spent 30 minutes trying to find good plus size examples and damn…Pinterest really is a barren wasteland for anyone above size 4 huh #hxh.ll #feitan.ll #chrollo.ll #phinks.ll #my works.ll

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jkfanfr · 4 months

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Chrollo X Y/N FF- (Girl Y/N POV)

@y6ruu ~ This is for you hun, happy birthday girl!

Be ready for some awesome shit guys, i’ve worked super hard on this story

MATURE LANGUAGE USED

SMUT WARNING ;)

ANGST WARNING (SORRY! I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF I CAN CLASSIFY IT AS ANGST BUT JUST BEWARE FOR SOME SADNESS IN THIS ONE)

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Chrollo- “So what if i wanna drink?! It’s my body, i’ll decide!”

Y/N- “Okay, i understand that, but you promised me you wouldn’t drink again. You know how bad it is for you!”

Y/N and Chrollo were in a very heated argument. Chrollo went out with his friends and drank some alcohol, but he promised his love he wouldn’t drink again. Y/N almost feels betrayed, and hurt, especially since Chrollo doesn’t seem care about himself or her, but he truly did.

Chrollo stepped towards her, annoyance in his eyes, but Y/N could see the tension and pure sadness well up.

Chrollo- “It was a mistake, you know it was! I would never break my promises on purpose”

Y/N- “Well, considering with how you’re acting. Maybe you did do it on purpose”

Chrollo scoffed at Y/N’s words, crossing his arms over his chest. He obviously felt bad that he had drank so much. He even felt his hungover headaches get to him like they used to.

This is the first time he’s drank since months. He’s been clean ever since, and broke it yesterday. Or..maybe even earlier?

Chrollo- “C’mon babe!”

Y/N- “Don’t you c’mon babe me. I’m done Chrollo”

Chrollo- “What’s that meant to mean..?”

Chrollo had a confused expression on his face, not understanding where Y/N was coming from.

Y/N- “This isn’t the first time you’ve drank since you stopped. Is it?”

Y/N was full of anger, how could Chrollo betray her trust? She trusted him with everything. Her heart began to uncover with hatred and sadness, the love not being able to envelope it anymore.

Chrollo had a expression of painful failure. He had no words coming out of his mouth, he knew what he’d done.

Chrollo just shook his head to her question, feeling like his heart was getting weaker and weaker as seconds went on

Y/N- “Im disappointed Chrollo.. Every time i asked if you drank, you said no. Little did i know you’ve been lying to me. I’m done. I’m leaving”

Chrollo had tears in his eyes now, his heart aching so badly. He didn’t want to believe the words coming out of Y/N’s mouth.

Chrollo- “No..no baby please..d-don’t do this to me..”

Chrollo held onto Y/N’s arm, almost begging her not to leave as his face streamed with tears like sprinkles on a cake. Once Y/N looked at his tear-filled eyes, she wanted to hug him, comfort him, give him all her love. But Chrollo needed to know she was done with his lies and him hurting himself because of it.

She couldn't experience him hurting himself like this.

He was already weak to alcohol from young, he could die too early if he carries on. Y/N could not bring herself to do anything more right now. She needed a break from it all. But she knew she’d come back. She can’t live without him.

Meanwhile, Chrollo’s mind was running with hurtful thoughts, he knew what he did. He knew what he did was wrong, but he couldn’t experience his love leaving like this

Chrollo- “Love, i was scared to tell you..please don’t leave me like this. I love you hun”

Y/N- “I just need a break, leave me alone for now”

Y/N grabbed her bag, having no sympathy at this point. She walked towards the door after throwing Chrollo’s grip away. Once the door shut, Chrollo fell to the ground, crying his eyes out. His already fragile heart felt hollow, he felt terrible for what he did.

Chrollo wanted to scream, shout, cry, do anything to let out the pain. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t get off of the ground. He was always scared of Y/N leaving him.

His worst fear came true. His lover leaving him all alone. It hurt bad. Really badly..

For the both of them.

A couple days later..

Y/N stepped into her and Chrollo’s condo, it smelling the same as when she left. If she’s honest with herself, she needed a break. But she couldn’t hide the fact she missed her husband so much. She looked at the 24 carat diamond ring on her right hand, it glistening in the dim lights.

Chrollo stepped out of the bedroom, wearing a dashing full black suit. Black blazer with a white undershirt, with buttons undone, exposing his neck so well. His sharp jawline was typically shining as his plump lips looked sweeter than usual. Glasses draped over his nose, as he usual green earrings changed to glimmering studs. His hair was full of gel, as it was cleanly slicked back, a couple strands dangling over his forehead. His black eyes filled with her world inside, as his cheeks were dusted with a cotton candy pink.

Gosh, he looked gorgeous, just absolutely stunning. Y/N gulped hard, her head in a state of just watching Chrollo, fully mesmerised in the beauty he’s capable of having. Not that he isn’t fine any other day. Just looking at her husband, Y/N realised what she had been missing for the past couple of days. Y/N felt even more bad for leaving him when she knew he needed her the most. In such a time, she shouldn’t of left him so easily. Y/N felt terrible as she saw Chrollo, looking as handsome as she left him in.

Chrollo turned his head, a smile filled with dimples appearing as his eyes filled with glitter. He ran up to Y/N, pulling her into a love-filled hug, his arms wrapped around her tight.

Chrollo- “Oh how i missed you baby..”

Y/N hugged him back, just processing everything as her heart filled with warmth. Chrollo felt so happy to see his wife once again, falling into love with her all over again.

Y/N- “I missed you too hun, i’m so sorry for leaving you..i shouldn’t have done that”

Chrollo- “Oh my love, don’t be sorry. I understand why you left. I know i’ve done some stupid shit, and i fucked up bad. I’ve realised what i did, and i want to make it up to you.”

Chrollo gave Y/N a loving smile, as she fell into his love again, smiling back at him with all the purity in that smile.

Y/N- “It’s okay, you don’t have to make it up to me at all. I fucked up too when i left you just like that. And just to let you know, i forgave you the second i left, i’ve missed you too much not to forgive you”

Chrollo- “I want to make it up to you, i want to show you how much i love you, how much you mean to me and how special you truly are. You’ve made my horrible life liveable, and i couldn’t thank you even more for doing that. You’re the love of my life Y/N, my absolute everything baby. And i want to give my wife the best birthday present today”

Y/N- “Oh darling, you remembered my birthday?”

Chrollo- “How could i not Y/N?”

Y/N- “You’re my everything Chrollo, i love you deeply. Thank you for not giving up on me”

Chrollo- “Thank you for not giving up on me Y/N. Even after i kept my drinking a secret, you came back didn’t you?”

Y/N- “That’s because i love you too much to leave you”

Chrollo- “I swear..i won’t drink again. And if i do, you can grab the 357 Magnum revolver in the back of the closet and shoot me in the head with it”

Y/N- “I won’t hesitate, but don’t make me yell at you again!”

They both laughed softly at Y/N’s words.

Chrollo- “Don’t worry, i won’t. I don’t like yelling, but the only sort of yelling i like is when you yell in bed-“

Y/N playfully hit his shoulder, as they both laughed even harder.

Y/N- “Stop with that!”

Chrollo- “Okay okay my darling girl~”

Y/N- “I love you Chrollo”

Chrollo- “Hmm..i love you too”

Y/N- “Awwh, but i love you more”

Chrollo- “No way, i love you even more”

Y/N- “No, i love you more than that”

Chrollo- “I love you most honey”

Chrollo took Y/N’s hand, his other hand caressing her cheek, as he left a soft kiss on her lips, sealing all their love and promises.

Chrollo- “How about we eat some food? I wanna celebrate my girl tonight”

He spun her around sweetly, smiling warmly at Y/N’s cute look on her face.

Y/N- “Hmm, i’d love that honey”

Chrollo- “How about you go and get dressed? I’ll set up dinner for the both of us”

Y/N nodded softly as she walked into their bedroom, leaving Chrollo to work on dinner. Once she walked in, she saw a beautifully studded crimson dress. It was laying on the bed, with some sets of jewellery beside it. She looked at the pretty dress, finding it so elegant. Absolutely stunning almost.

Chrollo- “Hey baby, you ready yet-…

..oh my fucking days.”

Y/N stepped out of their room, the dress flowing with her. The pearl jewellery hanging from her ears, and around her uncovered neck. Light makeup was covering her face, making her look so beautiful naturally as she always is.

Chrollo’s eyes filled with glitter as he looked at his beautiful wife right in front of his very eyes. She looked absolutely gorgeous, words couldn’t even express his love her Y/N.

Chrollo- “Oh my..”

Chrollo’s eyes filled with an infinite amount of love. Just looking at his wife made him feel so giddy on the inside.

Chrollo- “Damn..baby girl..you look so gorgeous”

Y/N laughed softly as she stepped towards him, tugging onto his clean black blazer. She loved the dress, and everything about it.

Y/N- “Had to play the part didn't i?”

Chrollo- “You play it beautifully darling..”

Y/N- “Thank you so much honey”

Chrollo- “I’ve prepared a special dinner for you. It’s your favourite..~”

Y/N awed at the savoury smelling food, as she sat down at their table. Chrollo sat opposite of her, his smile never leaving as he admired his wife, who was looking stunning.

Y/N- “This looks delicious baby”

Chrollo- “Dig in then, tell me how it tastes..”

Y/N grabbed her fork eagerly, taking a big ass bite from it. Her facial expression slowly changed as a salty taste overpowered her tongue, making her eyes squint slightly.

Chrollo- “So..how is it?”

Chrollo was so excited to see how Y/N was gonna react, he’d hope she would’ve loved it. However, Y/N gulped hard, swallowing the salty food. It took a lot of power to do so. Y/N have a sweet but fake smile, nodding slowly. Chrollo instantly knew, and started chuckling softly

Chrollo- “It’s bad right?”

Y/N- “Sorry…”

Chrollo- “Don’t be sorry, you know i’m not the best cook”

Y/N- “I’ll still try to finish it, i know you worked hard on it”

Chrollo blushed at Y/N’s kindness. He always loved how selfless she was.

Y/N managed to finish the food, since she didn’t want Chrollo to be upset at all. She knew he was pretty sensitive. He cleared up their plates, and took Y/N by her waist, his arms wrapped around tight.

Chrollo- “Okay darling..let’s get that gift for you alright?”

Y/N- “Awwh honey..you know i don’t need any gifts. I have everything i need right here..”

Y/N left a soft kiss on his collar bone, looking up slightly as his glowing eyes and his peachy cheeks.

Chrollo- “But..but i wanted to, so let me give it”

Chrollo opened the drawer, taking out a book. Writen on the front was, ‘My first and only love, Y/N’.

Chrollo- “Happy birthday darling..”

Chrollo handed the book over to her, as she smiled softly.

Y/N- “Thank you lovely”

Y/N took the book, flicking through the pages. It held their six years of friendship and soon, four years love. Ten years in total. Chrollo’s first look at her, their university days. Confession. First date, one month anniversary to their four year anniversary, to their birthdays. Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, as the words on there were just the most adoring thing she’s ever seen.

Y/N- “Oh baby..Chrollo i can’t..”

Y/N felt tears trickle down her cheeks, her heart beating hard against her chest as Chrollo looked at her with the most devoted eyes he’s ever given. He softly wiped the tears coming from her eyes, wiping the ones welling up in his own.

It’s like, whenever she sees Chrollo, a rush of cingulomania drills through her body. Chrollo could see it in her eyes as they shared a kitten hug, their paws surrounded one another’s, bodies intertwined like tails.

Y/N- “You really thought this of me?”

Chrollo- “Of course i did, from the moment i met you, i know you’d be the girl of my dreams. From when you tutored me back in university, to this very birthday of yours. I’ve loved you since, and i plan on doing that forever. Till the day i die and beyond that.”

Y/N- “You’re just the sweetest Chrollo, i’ll love you forever too. There’s not a day i don’t love you, miss you, or want to hug and appreciate you. Forever honey, i will give you everything my heart can give”

Chrollo- “Everything..?”

Chrollo’s eyes lit up with affection, just hearing the word everything meant so much to him. The things his wife would do for him..the risks she’ll take...just to make him feel so cared for.

Y/N- “Everything baby”

Chrollo- “Well..in that case..”

Chrollo leaned her against the countertop, his eyes glistening with pure love. His smile was so addictive to watch, his tongue slowly grazing against his teeth.

Chrollo- “That makes me want to give you everything too.”

Y/N put her hands on his hips, her eyes softening to his words

Y/N- “I’d love that”

Chrollo- “Can i..? Can we….?”

Y/N thought Chrollo was adorable. His shy tone all of a sudden. She typically liked how he asked for her permission.

Y/N- “Hmm, i wouldn’t disagree anyways”

Chrollo- “Thats my girl, come here”

He put his hand of Y/N’s cheek, leaning to give her the sweetest most passionate kiss he could give. Y/N kissed him back with that same passion and love, the deepness of it pulsing through their veins. It was addictive, their lips suffocating one another’s.

Chrollo- “My my baby, you never fail to shock me with these sweet and soft lips of yours”

Y/N laughed softly at his words, her cheeks blushing profoundly as they kissed deeply again. Her teeth softly sunk into Chrollo’s bottom lip as he let out a soft moan. He put his arms around your waist tighter, Y/N’s back arching slightly as she put the same intensity into the affectionate kiss.

Chrollo gently rocked her hips against his, as if they were dancing to the rhythms of their tongues painting each other’s mouths with saliva and the pure sweetness. Y/N put her hands around his neck, as they both shuffled towards their bedroom.

Y/N- “Why do i know where this is going?”

Chrollo- “Because you’re a smart woman, you know what comes next”

Chrollo said that with playfulness, his smirk becoming more noticeable as they closed and locked the bedroom door behind them. In those closed doors, Chrollo increased the intensity, moving his plump lips down to Y/N’s uncovered neck. He nibbled on her soft skin, tasting what he could grab almost like a rabid animal.

Y/N let out soft pants, just letting her husband go wild on her. She liked it when he was harsh with her. Chrollo began to unbuckle his belt, the noises being loud and reckless as his lips never seemed to get tired of her smooth skin.

Y/N was fully uncovered by the time they made it to the bed, Chrollo moving his eyes all around her gorgeous body. He caressed her waist, his lips softly kissing hers with the same love as lust.

Chrollo- “Darling, you know how to get me going don’t you?”

His fingers moved to her inner thighs, as he smirked with his lips curving slowly. Chrollo’s tone was so teasing, Y/N was only in ecstasy with his touch all around her.

Chrollo- “Wet enough to get me going too. Oh you’re just perfect aren’t you baby?”

Y/N’s cheeks felt a rosy tint surrounding them, as his fingers made it to her sensitive area, her hands gripping onto Chrollo’s back. Just his touch was enough to make her go crazy.

Y/N- “Darling..b-baby, please..”

Chrollo- “Please what honey? Tell me what you want?”

Only suiting Y/N’s needs would make Chrollo feel fulfilled. That’s all that mattered to him. His lovely wife. That’s all

Y/N- “Please..i need you..”

Oh her voice was so sensual, Chrollo’s eyes only filled with even more love as he grinned seductively at her.

Chrollo- “Come here then”

He hovered above her properly, taking off his boxers as his cock was revealed. The hard length only made Y/N gulp hard, wanting and needed him deep inside of her. Just the thought of it made her moan aloud, making Chrollo raise his eyebrows slightly.

Chrollo teased her with his cock, as Y/N only wanted to force him to finally give her what she wanted. His eyes only filled with playful tease, as her eyes filled with horny desperation.

Chrollo- “Okay okay, i’ll stop teasing you. I’ll give the birthday girl what she wants now”

He finally spreaded her legs, entering her, after what felt like ages. He first helped Y/N adjust to his hard length. Chrollo felt the immediate warmth of Y/N, as he groaned in such a deep tone. His head leant on her shoulder, as he thrusted slowly in and out of her.

Y/N swore she was getting wetter and wetter, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as pure pleasure ran through her body. She felt Chrollo’s hot breath on her shoulder as he planted soft kisses there.

Chrollo- “Oh-my fucking god Y/N..the things you do to me. Fuck..”

He whispered horny curses in her ear, the sound on their skin slapping and his cock pounded in and out of her making Y/N’s head spin

Y/N- “Babe..Chrollo, more more”

Chrollo only increased his pace and harshness, thrusting nice and deep inside of Y/N, his hands caressing her stomach ever so softly. He let out loud groans, his ears being blessed with his wife’s sensual moans.

Chrollo- “Fuck, fuck..you’re so warm, you feel so so good baby”

His dirty talk only got better and his harshness and pace only increased as well. He felt sweat drip down his back as he continued to rhythmically pound into Y/N.

Her eyes filled with tears, any sort of pain being completely destroyed by the pleasure of Chrollo’s cock.

Y/N- “Mmh, i love it..baby, harder for me”

Chrollo only did as Y/N wished, crashing in and out of Y/N. It only got him more rowdy as her moans only repeated in his ear. He worshipped her body, her in general.

Chrollo- “I love you honey”

Y/N- “I love you too baby”

They eyes met, as they shared sweet kisses, they lips entangled like their legs as the pleasure kept on going like a repeating music box.

Y/N- “I-I’m close darling..”

Chrollo- “Come with me baby, i’m here”

They both finished, satisfied with the pleasurable high that lasted enough to make their bodies so tired. Chrollo latched onto Y/N, his hands on her waist as he caught his breath

Chrollo- “You never fail to please me baby”

Y/N giggled a little, as she caught her breath back too, her widened legs now resting on the mattress, feeling numb.

Y/N- “God, my legs..are on fire..”

She said with a breathy tone, letting out a soft laughter as Chrollo laid beside her, letting out a little chuckle as well.

Chrollo- “That doesn’t mean there won’t be a round two”

Y/N’s eyes slightly widened, as she let out a laugh, her eyes being kept on Chrollo’s lips, perhaps wanting to kiss them again to lead into another dangerous round of sex.

Y/N leaned into his ear, her tone being really flirty as she then said..

Y/N- “Give me all you got”

Chrollo’s eyes lit up with neediness, biting his bottom lips seductively.

Chrollo- “Oh you’re so naughty..”

Later that night..

After finishing their final round of sex, Y/N laid on top of Chrollo’s body, her fingers caressing his hard abs. She then left chaste kisses on each one, Chrollo letting out little pants.

Chrollo- “You feel tired?”

Y/N- “Very..”

Chrollo- “Come honey, sleep for the rest of the night. I’ll help you bathe tomorrow morning okay?”

Y/N nodded as she cuddled into Chrollo’s warm embrace, their love being exemplified just by their loving hugs. The redamancy was evident, as they looked into each other’s mitten eyes.

Chrollo- “I love you so so much Y/N..”

Y/N- “I love you even more Chrollo”

Chrollo- “Don’t play with me Y/N, i love you most”

Y/N chuckled softly, letting him win this time around, as they kissed for the final time that night. Y/N’s eyes were shut tight, as Chrollo admired her pretty facial features.

Oh how much i fucking love her.

Her eyes when i look into them, her beautiful face when i admire her

Please don’t leave me Y/N

Chrollo closed his eyes, feeling rather safe and protected with his wife next to him in their own love nest. His mind went a little more blank, the warmth and comfort being his shield as they both slept in one another’s dreams as per usual.

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And…that’s a wrap.

That was a cringey line, but nonetheless, i hope you enjoyed this FF.

Again, Happy birthday @y6ruu Have an amazing bday and i hope you loved the story

Also..shout out to @mimikinn My biggest fan, i had to include you at one point hun.

You both are my biggest fans, thank you for the support <333

ANDDD. Thank you all so so so much for all the likes and support, you’re support makes me want to write more and more so i’ll do my absolute best to provide some good shit for y’all

Please feel free to request any stories you’d like to see. I do SMUT and FLUFF. I tried to do ANGST in this one, and i hope i succeeded 😭

Anyways, goodbye my lovelies, i love you all very muchh

reii

#chrollo lucilfer #hxh chrollo #chrollo #chrollo x reader #chrollo smut #chrollo hunter x hunter

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fatiguedcorvid · 1 year

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he's a traumatised 12yo not the devil cut him some slack

A lot of people are eager to characterise Gon as malicious, even villainous, in light of some of his more questionable actions especially in the CAA. I'm kind of annoyed with this type of analysis, I think it tends to sell him short, and skips over something I find much more interesting and poignant. What I think characterises his actions most are his naivete and very limited worldview. He seldom if ever shows any active malice towards innocents and bystanders, and often shows concern towards people he doesn't even know. His grey morality stems from his blindspots. A lot of ink had been spilled about Gon's hypocrisy, concerning Chrollo and the troupe for killing people who have nothing to do with them, but being willing to kill Komugi as leverage against Pitou. To me the clear difference between the situations is the degree to which they're visceral for Gon. The troupe has captured Gon and Killua, inflicting terror on them personally, not to mention the harm they personally caused Kurapika, Gon's personal friend. That pain is viscerally real to him, seemingly in a way he can't emotionally process. However, Komugi is a complete stranger, and more importantly in my opinion, when Gon meets Komugi she is unconscious. She can't explain herself, she can't befriend Gon, and she can't plead for her life. His only solid information about her is that his friend's murderer is for some reason very invested in her well being. It is therefore easy to dissociate from the harm done to her. Her life and personhood are hypothetical. It is not a sign of Gon's cruelty, but his immaturity that he can't extrapolate that personhood to Komugi, even though intellectually he knows she's a person, especially in his extremely emotionally fraught state. Kite's death is real, and Komugi's life is just an idea, so there isn't enough space for it to be considered. I find this analysis not only more convincing, but much more interesting because of how much more applicable it is to real life. We are so often desensitised to war in a distant land but devastated at being dumped by a SO because of our inherently limited understanding. We know intellectually which is worse, but have a hard time feeling it. I think few people are actually evil, but every single one of us is subject to the cognitive limitations of the human brain. Most of us are lucky enough to never have to put that to the test in the way Gon has, and i find that there's something very honest about his actions, horrible though they may be. It's right there in how Zepile talks about Gon. He is naive and ignorant to the moral value of actions he doesn't understand, so he tries to learn in spite of it. So please stop treating him like an irredeemable monster, ffs.

#hunter x hunter #gon freecss #chimera ant arc #character analysis #hxh

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seoafin · 1 year

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take me back to when I was reading seven minutes in heaven naruto x reader ff on quizilla and hxh chrollo x reader ff on quotev

#mentally I am still there #mt

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draculasbane · 1 year

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for character ask, how about chrollo and/ or that ffxiv guy, Elidibus(?)

ooo lowkey wasnt expecting any LOL but thank ya!

Chrollo 🕷

First impression: I remember esp when i first got into hxh as a teen being like that guy is MEEEE and its stuck since

Impression now: Literally the same i love him sm, he's my fave from hxh

Favorite moment: ik its everyone's fave but the requiem scene got me hooked on him, like it just like stayed in my brain perminantly after that, another one is when he's speaking to killua and gon in the rain, like i love how ominous he looks in that scene. And ofc recently w the lil childhood arc we got for the phantom troupe recently, it was so cute seeing a time when chrollo was like rly happy amongst the troupe and how fascinating their whole dynamic is as a group.

Idea for a story: uhhh hm i honestly cant think of one for him???

Unpopular opinion: ik how that fandom is when it comes to the phantom troupe so i always keep my opinions to my damn self LMFAO

Favorite relationship: ehh idk tbh i used to ship him w a bunch of ppl but I'm p neutral now, i just. Zone in on him now (i have other faves in this series trust me)

Favorite headcanon: hmm ik its def not confirmed but i was one of the ppl who headcannoned that oito was related to him, i also headcanon his tattoo being on his back like a big one.

for Elidibus (oh boy)⛎

First impression: (MIND YOU i got into xiv as a teen in school and I didn't rly care abt the characters in xiv cos i was just playing for fun then besides like Estinien) I didn't rly like him/ didn't pay him much mind until like stb and shb.

Impression now: I love him so much like he's genuinely one of my fave characters in ff anyways, thanks to 5.3 that was a rly emotional day LOL. But uh??? he's def the only ffxiv character I've drawn the most besides my own wols. Pandaemonium is just making the brainrot worse oTL

Favorite moment: hmmm I rly loved just the entirety of his parts in 5.3 (also getting to hear his voice i love it) but the one that hit hardest for me was when he reached out in that one cutscene and the og wol was in it, i screamed LOL I'm a big square soft ff lore nerd so i was jumping for sure hehe. Uhh also in Pandaemonium with the famous 'say my name' part like gods i wish that was voiced i wish it was.

Idea for a story: Eh,,, I've written a lot of stories abt him and my wol ;v; but I haven't written any lately cos I've been kind of estranged w ff even tho i basically log in everyday lol. I did have a rly big one that had to do with gods & the convocation but I'm to uncomfortable to share any of my writing w other ppl ;w;

Unpopular opinion: uhh hm, ik its not unpopular but i hate when ppl act like he's a child b/c he's short and youthful looking compared to Emet and Lahabrea like.. as someone who isn't even 5'0 its like uhhh k does that make me a 10 y/o or smth like have you HEARD him talk????

Favorite relationship: uhh big big fan of him and Erichthonios together! They work and i love how Themis is just a lil wierdo and Erich is just babie, they're just. very endearing IMO. (idk if i can put my own wol & azem in this but yeah also ship them w him too)

Favorite headcanon: eh idk I think if it was a modern au he'd have tattoos, black lipstick and piercings and shit esp w snake motifs *shrugging*, def would be goth but also themis just gives like cinnamoroll aesthetic cutesy sort of vibes to me so LOL i think its cos he just reminds me of him (i still have depicted him goth and or grunge tho b/4 his zodiark era).

#long post #sorry i talk too much #i love these two tho :'))) big fan of them #ppl who have seen my art of elidibus know how i headcanon him tho

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xotication · 5 months

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intro post! >.<

「 about me ☆

hii. my name is ven or xoti (cuz my username). pretty new to writing ffs but i’m a writer nonetheless. (for other topics)

i’m 18, a taurus, & i specialize in being incredibly silly (mentally ill) online. i don’t mind any pronouns but usually people refer to me as she/her! nd i am black & mexican :ppp

→ characters i luv :3 ; kaneki, eren, levi, mikasa, jean, connie, sukuna, toji, itadori, megumi, nanami, oikawa, suna, light, L, chrollo.. & plenty more but those are the mains <3

→ likes ; gaming (i have a RAGING fortnite addiction ehehwjskdjw), reading, writing, drawing, skating, plushies, the colors red & black, baggy clothes, my pets!!

→ dislikes ; people with an ugly attitude..

+ i wanna start writing for other anime men but rn i’m in the comfort of writing for kaneki (tokyo ghoul). hopefully i’ll be able to branch out soon :( really wanna write for my bd eren. he’s so boyfriend, it should be illegal ..

-> fav watches ; aot, tokyo ghoul, death note, haikyuu, kuroko no basket, jjk, hxh, opm, gulp… beastars, elfen lied !!

「 other socials you can find me on ;

insta: avilehuman

literally everything else: xotication

face reveal at 200k followers!! (i’m jp LMAOO)

#anime #manga #fanfic #ven posts!#xoti speaks!

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softmafia · 2 years

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𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲

warnings: fem y/n, murder, jealously, yandere behavior if you squint(all on Y/n’s part), bad writing bc I haven’t slept.

A/n: I can’t remember what song I listened to to inspire this. I am absolutely RAGING, Tumblr deleted my writing for this approximately TWO TIMES, it’s not a lot but I had written SO MUCH and I am so sleep deprived I cannot do this right now. This app needs an auto save feature ffs.

Hisoka had been called for another mission with the spiders, of course.. but lucky for him it was located near the local carnival; he wasn’t about to let the Troupe make him pass up this opportunity. He had snuck away and sent Y/n a quick invite text, he always wanted to take her out on a carnival date anyway; but he honestly didn’t know York New had one.

It was the most fun the magician had in years, and especially with Y/n by his side. They shared a kiss on the ferris wheel, had a dinner date that consisted of cotton candy and funnel cake, but now Hisoka was playing one of the many games, wanting to win Y/n a cute little stuffed animal for her collection. He couldn’t help but relish in the way she jumped up and down, clapping her hands and squealing out words of encouragement; poor thing was probbaly having a sugar high off of all the cotton candy she consumed.

Hisoka was planning on going all night, winning her as much toys as possible, a spider had caught up to him, but thankfully it was right after he had won her the toy. “Ok come on, we need some extra muscle to help carry the loot.” Machi sighed, an unamused expression on her face, arms crossed; the spiders weren’t stupid, they knew Hisoka was gone from the moment they saw him wandering towards the carnival, but Chrollo always let him did as he pleased. Which was why the rest of the troupe members detested Hisoka so much. “You can hang out with your girlfriend later.”

The man turned his head to look at his fellow spider, Hisoka frowned and sighed. He slicked his hair back in one swift motion, before moving his hand over to cup behind Y/n’s head, he pulled her close and kissed her on the forehead as he handed her the blueberry scented bear, “I’m so sorry, babygirl.” He whispered, “Meet me at my place, alright? I’ll be home before you know it~” he dragged his hand down to reach hers, holding it and giving it a loving squeeze before walking off.

Y/n pouted when Hisoka had to leave, wanting to protest and reach out for him, but in that moment all she could do was stand there. As she continued to watch Hisoka walk off with that woman, her eyes began to narrow darkly, she held the teddy bear tightly against her chest, twisting one of the ears between her fingers. Watching him walk away with her filled her with boiling rage. Y/n always had her suspicions, she knew about Hisoka’s attraction towards that spider in the past, and even though he reassured her many times..

“It was before I even met you, darling~!”

“You’re the only woman I have my eyes on~!”

One question kept prodding at her mind, Why her?

“Uh, Hey.” The man working at the game said as he stepped towards her, “You were with that man right? He forgot to pay-” he started to speak, but Y/n immediately shut him down by taking her gun from a hidden holster, shooting him square in the eyes and causing a panic throughout the carnival. If her night was going to be ruined, might as well ruin everyone’s night. She raised her gun up in the air after she took her shot, taking a few deep breaths; in and out as the smoke from the gun blew in the night sky, illuminated by the lights of the carnival; before she walked away.

———

It was a few hours past midnight when Hisoka finally came home; and he was worn out. Carrying barrels of ancient debris wasn’t worth the damn back and muscle pain. The red haired man groaned as he stretched his arms out, “Darling~? Are you in here~?” He hummed as he called out, looking around the seemingly desolate apartment, looking for any signs of his dear Y/n; he could sure use that little vixen after the rough night he had, wanting to feel the touch of her soft hands massaging his sore muscles and tendons. But alas, there was no response. Hisoka sighed and strode into his bedroom, he glanced at the bed and noticed the blue little bear, sitting on one of the pillows. Hisoka smiled, his hands in his pockets as he walked over, holding the bear, examining it before holding it close to his nose to sniff it; Hm. It actually is scented.

There was no sign of Y/n, but the bear on the bed told him that she had at least stopped by.. maybe she went out or something. Hisoka sighed and tossed the bear down, taking his clothes off and neatly folding them while walking to his bathroom. The silence in his abode was nothing new to him, but he was a bit disappointed to not come home to Y/n blasting Alice Cooper at full volume, accompanied by her loving, warm hug.

Although warm hug wouldn’t be the correct term to describe what he experienced when he set foot in his bathroom. A harsh slap to his already aching back, from Y/n who was leaned against the wall, “Welcome home, handsome!” She wore a wide grin on her face, which immediately dropped when she noticed Hisoka’s grimace, “Oh. Shit, bad fight?” The man sighed and leaned back, tossing his folded shirt into the hamper, “I wish.. but no, 3 barrels of 40 pound ancient artifacts.”

“What the fuck does the Troupe do with all of that shit they steal anyway?” Y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes as she swiftly moved behind Hisoka, trailing her hands up the rough surface of his back, feeling the skin and muscles as she began to carefully massage him, “Are they like TLC hoarders or something?” As Y/n rubbed his sore back, a relieved groan escaped Hisoka’s lips.

“Mmm.. they sell them on the black market, dear~” Hisoka explained, taking a wet cloth and dabbing off his signature star and tear, “Getting money for the spiders who need it.”

Y/n hummed and peeled off the fake tattoo from Hisoka’s back, tossing that in the hamper as well, “So.. when are you going to fight their boss?” She prodded, hoisting herself onto the sink counter, crossing her legs as she watched Hisoka wash his face of the sweat and grime. “Patience, my dear~” he cooed, “I have to wait for the right moment.”

“And the right moment is..?” Y/n squinted at him, tilting her head forward. She stayed silent for a moment as she slowly turned her head away, “Do you really want to fight Chrollo, or are you staying for something else?”

Hisoka dried his face off with a dry towel, he let his hair down and brushed it out with a comb, “Hm? What do you mean?” He said, looking at himself in the mirror as he combed his hair.

Y/n threw herself off of the counter, and slammed her palm onto the surface of it, “You’re staying for that pixie girl aren’t you?” She said rather bluntly. Hisoka paused and furrowed his brows in confusion, thinking about what her words possibly entailed before it finally hit him, he groaned and rolled his head back, “Darling we’ve had this conversation, I don’t even look at her anymore.” He walked out of the bathroom, leaving Y/n to storm after him. “I’m never there so how can I know you’re telling the truth?!”

Hisoka sat at his armchair, taking a bottle of wine and pouring a glass for himself, “Come with me one night then, see for yourself.” He offered, speaking rather calmly compared to Y/n’s agitation, he knew how she could be sometimes, especially when it came to matters of jealousy; but he could only comfort her so many times. Y/n scoffed and crossed her arms, making a face as she tilted her head to the side, “No.” she pouted.

“Hm, well I guess you’ll never know the truth~”

Y/n seethed with rage, her palms were balled into fists at her sides, her nails carved little crescent moons into her palms. “When are you going to kill them?!” She yelled. Hisoka swirled the glass of wine, humming as he looked out of the giant window, down at the busy city, “Patience, darling~ I need to find the right time, is all.” He answered simply reiterating. “You always say that!!!” Y/n crossed her arms, then growled when he didn’t answer her back, “If you’re not going to kill them, I will!” She shouted, and suddenly, the atmosphere went dark. Although she couldn’t see Hisoka from where she was standing behind his chair; Y/n knew that she had struck a nerve. “Y/n, You know I won’t let you do that. Cut the nasty attitude and come here.” He demanded as he held the glass of wine out to the side, the only part of him that was visible to Y/n from this angle.

The woman frowned, her upper lip twitched angrily for a moment before she softened, her arms became more loosely crossed as she walked towards the chair, her bare feet softly padded against the floor.

Hisoka hummed, smiling as he watched her as she swayed her hips towards him, then sat herself at his armrest after taking the glass of wine in her hand, he put his hand on her thigh as she slid down into his lap, draping her legs over him. “When you kill them.. I want to kill that girl.” She mumbled, looking at him with siren eyes as she took a drink from his glass. “Whatever you want, princess~”

“You promise?”

“For you? Of course~”

Y/n let out a sigh, pressing the side of her head on the chair and held the wine glass to his lips for him to drink. He let out a low hum as he swallowed his gulp of wine, “But.. do you really think I would lie to you?” He asked, still internally torn at the fact she really believed he wouldn’t tell her the truth about Machi, or his business with the spiders.

Hisoka knew he was a liar of course, but he would never do such a thing to Y/n, she meant too much and was too valuable to him.

“I.. I don’t.” She started, furrowing her brows as she tried to find the right words to say, scratching at the glass with her fingernail, “Theres just.. this voice in the back of my head, telling me you’re just like him, that you leave me just like he did.”

Hisoka hummed in acknowledgment, a deep noise exited his throat, “I see.” He hummed and moved his hand up to her thigh, circling around the bone with his finger, “Your past lover was a arrogant playboy, you need to release yourself from the grip he still has on you.” He then chuckled, looking up at her with a cheeky grin, “It’s ironic isn’t it~? Accusing me of having hots for another girl while you’re still hung up on another man~?” He laughed, obviously joking to try and lighten the mood; and to get a reaction from her.

“That’s completely different!!” She huffed and sat up, putting her arm over the back of the chair, “I just..” she looked down, scanning the ground in thought, “..don’t want anything bad to happen again.” She slumped back against the chair again, shuffling her body closer to Hisoka’s. Y/n stuck her tongue out as she caught her reflection, looking down into the glass of wine. “Mmh, I understand, dear.” Hisoka turned his head, pressing his forehead against hers, “But I promise, princess. You’re mine.” He reassured, “My prized possession~” he whispered, his breath was heavy with the scent of wine as it hit her lips.

Y/n smiled and leaned into him, her lips touched his, then they slowly molded together while she moved to straddle his lap, arms wrapping around his neck.

#hunter x hunter #hisoka morrow #hunter x 2011 #hxh #hxh hisoka #hisoka morrow x reader #hisoka headcanons #hisoka x reader #hxh imagines #hisoka x y/n #adult trio x reader #adult trio #hxh headcanons #hisoka x oc #hunter x hunter headcanons #hxh 2011 #hunter x hunter hisoka #hisoka x you #hunter x hunter imagines

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the-bird-of-hermes · 2 years

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The Phantom Troupe as things my friends and I have said:

Chrollo: I’m aware Ryan Reynolds is under the bed

Feitan: Did you deadass bring a knife to a gun fight?

Nobunaga: wHY’S SATAN BRITISH?

Machi: Sorry, I’m not very knowledgeable on fuckable youtube monsters.

Hisoka: Who know you are hand flop

Phinks: I blame the mac and cum

Shalnark: I kin Bo Burnham guys.

Franklin: JOHN CENA’S ASS SWEAT FFS

Shizuku: Guys, I have an entire page of synonyms for the word vagina.

Pakunoda: ENGLISH, DO YOU SPEAK IT?

Bonolenov: “North Carolina’s troubled marshmallow industry”

Uvogin: eats veggie straws seductively hey

Kortopi: Amen eww wmaleowjrjwndk

#hunterxhunter #hxh memes #phantom troupe #chrollo lucilfer #feitan #what the fuck #they are idiots #english do you speak it #s3 #dumbasses amiright #the phantom troupe share one brain cell and Pakunoda has it most of the time #Uvogin and Phinks never get the braincell they would become a menace to society #chrollo is an exhausted dad omg #Feitan is the strange middle child that has an obsession with bones #Hisoka is that 3rd cousin twice removed that stayed for dinner once and now lives under the stairs

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can i get a hc for the adult trio when they know that there partner love to write some nsfw one shots/ ff...etc about them? excuse my grammar mistakes

Thanks for the ask! Hisoka loves the attention, he approves of us, clownfucker. I imagine Chrollo and Illumi reading smut about Hisoka tho, they would be horrified.

Hisoka:

Heaven’s Arena fighters have fans, and even if it’s niche they do have an active fanfic community and obviously Hisoka has searched the ones about him.

He’d be familiar with your hobby and honestly pretty excited that he’d be on you mind so much that you’d even want to write about him.

Hisoka would be your number one fan – or more accurately, he is his own number one fan – and would read everything you make, giving you feedback and commenting on what he liked (aka how hard it has made him).

His review would mostly be an excuse to dirty talk though, he’s not much of a critic and he’s quite easy to please. If it’s about him and there’s a good dose of smut he’d be pretty happy.

As long as his fanfic self is flattering you would be free to write about whatever you want, including graphic details of your actual bedroom life.

He’s really not one for censoring.

Hisoka lives to please so of course he’s always ready to give you writing material.

You wouldn’t be very prolific when he’s around but he’d be sure to fuel your imagination when he’s not.

Asking you how your writing is going would be his new prelude to sexting of phone sex.

Chrollo:

Never mind the content, Chrollo would love having a writer s/o.

You’d have to change his name and description a bit if you were to share your writing with the world it but he’d be supportive.

Pretty strict with your prose and grammar you’d have to be good for him to not correct your text and totally ignore the smut.

On the bright side you’d have the best beta reader around.

There’s no bigger turn on for Chrollo than words and if the quality of you writing if enough to be immersive for him you’ve hit the jackpot.

For maximum effect, sitting between his legs and reading out loud your last work would be more effective than any flirting.

A gift he’d absolutely adore is a notebook filled with your one shots for when he’s away, even better if you welcome him with new ones every time he comes back.

Even if you wouldn’t know where he is most of the time and couldn’t respond, I really think Chrollo is the type to send letters when he can and that he himself is a very good writer.

You’d receive very passionate mail and, when he has enough time, one shots of his creation.

Illumi:

You can’t tell me there’s no Zoldyck’s fandom in the hxh world.

He’s already a celebrity and even if the details are unknown, as the eldest of the family he has his fair share of fan.

There’s a lot of debate in the community about his appearance, nobody have seen him obviously and the way he is depicted vary greatly depending on who is writing him.

Of course you are the only one who’s spot on but it’s not like you could brag.

Illumi would be okay with your hobby, not really understanding the appeal but not caring enough to look into it.

As long as you don’t divulge too much information if you want to post it that’s it.

Everything you post would go through the butlers first and they will demand changes when needed so you better not be shy about your work.

The main character himself would read it if you asked him to but he still couldn’t grasp why you would spend time doing this.

He’d mostly comment that he wouldn’t do this or react like that when something is out of character but he wouldn’t find it particularly titillating.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hisoka #chrollo #illumi #adultrio #ask #hisoka headcanons #chrollo headcanons #illumi headcanons #adultrio headcanons #hisoka morow #chrollo lucilfer #illumi zoldyck

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audleyhxh · 2 years

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GO WILD Ch 39 Old Draft

This is a draft I had been working on before I got sick last month. Figured maybe some people would be interested to see how a draft can change. I ended up deciding this setting, a Chernobyl-in-HxH would be too dark and too much for what I intended to be one chapter. Ch 39 is now on FF and Ao3

"We're going to Yaprit?"

"The group that is last gets the grunt work," says Franklin about our assignment from Chrollo.

Phinks had showered and it’s a naked sight to witness his hair not coiffed. The texture isn’t straight, but wavy and he likes to heat it straight into his favorite sleek style, judging by the dryer sounds I heard earlier. When I emerge his arms are square up, spine curved, still taming his hair with the tiny comb he keeps in his pocket. Such a simple thing that grips me so much I almost didn’t catch his question. "You heard of it?"

Yaprit, former island compatriot of the USSR in Azia to the East, location of a power plant that exploded before Huan was born. Amari and I weren't allowed to play outside or swim in the sea for my birthday (Ma said she’d know if we had disobeyed her because we’d “come back with webbed feet, three eyes and shark gills.”) Gorvacheb said in hindsight, the explosion was the beginning of the dissolution of the union. When they dissolved, their food aid to us did too.

Nearly twenty years ago, the thirty thousand residents were evacuated and their belongings were left behind because they believed they'd return. Today, no one lives there, except for wildlife. Since radiation levels have dropped, ferries full of tourists from Yorubia and Azia visit daily but when we arrive, the ferries and tourists are gone.

Well, except one tourist.

“Why is Uvo joining?” says Feitan after we land.

“He can’t let us steal all the fun,” says Shal.

The Spiders treat the diversion to still-radioactive Yaprit with the mundanity of visiting the dry cleaners. I don't easily forget their reluctant faces (inconvenienced in Feitan’s case) when Phinks decided we were staying in Heaven's City.

In this solid silence that I was once so used to, I hear over and over like buzzing tinnitus the zero yield _BOOM _from dinner with paba. His face obscured in smoke may be the last I ever see of him.

The Spiders were swaddled in the darkness and strangeness of Meteor City and even they are quick to switch on their lamps and remark on the bumpy ground. Were it not for the pinpricks of starlight and waning moon, moving in this darkness would be like swimming in squid ink.

“The fun couldn’t wait ‘til morning?” I say. We could actually explore with sunlight."

Phinks lights a cigarette, its bud a firefly. "Pft, sure, stick around, go for a swim and grow some shark gills." Phinks is a gem of irony but that's not why I laugh. His flustered voice is cut off by Shalnark's remark that radiation _doesn't _in fact make you mutate gills. "Whatever." He had been about to ask me what was so funny, but he doesn't try again.

"If we had arrived on time, it would still be daylight," says Franklin, aimed in my direction. "Danchou says there's an engraved poem inside the hospital. All we need is a copy. We get it and go."

In the windless air, the feather tight in my ponytail almost slides free as if plucked by fingers.

I check behind me, but there’s no one there, but I catch something else.

A whiff of air that tastes metallic, as if my throat, tongue, roof of my mouth and nose were shellacked in liquid metal.

“Any of you taste metal?”

They bob their heads, nostrils flaring in air.

“I know what metal tastes like,” says Franklin, ‘no’ in many words, his gun barrel fingers clink as a grim reminder.

In the limited light Shalnark’s arm fiddles with his phone. His dosimeter clicks…clicks…clicks. Shal shakes his head at me, like an amiable golden retriever. According to those sparse clicks, we’re not in a radiation hotspot. “We were exposed to more radiation flying here than where we’re standing!”

In the piazza, the grass that pokes through the broken flagstone is tall enough to brush Feitan’s thighs.

“Feels like we’re the last humans on Earth!” laughs Shalnark. “Time hasn’t ticked here since year 74. Saf, is EG like this?”

I’ll admit the utilitarian square apartment blocks, all uniform and indistinguishable from each other, painted in the same eggshell blue as my hometown awakens a wave of homesickness.

A breeze again along my nape but clammy as if blown through licked lips. A tug at the feather stem in my hair. I spin around, my knuckles ready to bloody a Spider’s nose—darkness there and nothing more. I shine my flashlight at trees, their leaves red but not from autumn.

“It’s not going to run away from you.” Feitan’s teasing voice on my shoulder.

“You felt that, right?”

He checks the silhouette of the trees, he looms and ghost shifts in the darkness. When he realizes by ‘that’ I also meant something that could be metaphysical and transparent, “Felt nothing. You really did taste metal.”

"They said a lot of people died here. That they didn't evacuate fast enough. Those who were transferred to hospitals on the continent were buried in steel coffins between six feet of concrete. But those who died here were left behind like dirty dishes." I shiver. "And those who died _years _later from thyroid cancer or blood cancer, a large number of which were children, weren't included in the official figures. They were forgotten and maybe it would bring them some peace if—"

"Dead don't care. Dead can't hear you."

"But they can haunt.” Even as a ghost-agnostic, I want to disagree even though despite the gloomy ghost eyes, I can’t say I’ve seen a ghost.

"Superstitious Gortese." He slinks ahead near Shalnark and Franklin.

"Pft, don't mind him," says Phinks. "He's not a _mourning _person."

My laugh sounds more like a sigh of relief and for a second I forget we're wandering in a radioactive graveyard. I want to ask what he senses here, but I don’t get the chance.

Creeech!

"Newbie!” Uvogin whoops so loud even from a distance I almost lose my footing. “You're late!"

Uvogin greets me in the most enthusiastic way he knows: he tries to slam his fist atop my head. A test or he meant to pound me flat, flay me then wear my skin like his pelts or both? I catch his wrist and we pose statue-still, imprisoned by our perfectly eclipsed Nen. Me a few weeks ago would have died for the look on his face. Franklin and Shalnark chide him for disobeying the rules and picking fights.

“Who’s picking fights?” says Uvo, his teeth wolfish in his grinning mouth. He kicks the crushed beer cans, like stones, at his bear paw boots. “Imagine if it had been me, but at least these guys kept you busy, newbie.”

I roll my mended shoulder, the injury still echoing in the socket. I would have been like Uvo’s beer cans had Phinks not massaged it yesterday. My neck heats when he speaks.

“If you had been the one to train her,” says Phinks. “You would have kept yourself busy.”

Uvo says it would have been a mutual exchange, but he doesn’t pretend to be innocent. “The bomb wants to become stronger and I want to become stronger than a bomb.”

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The hospital is fenced with barbed wire and though I can’t read the language on the sign, large red letters, biohazard emblems, and exclamation points are universal for Stay the hell away.

“Even the tourists still can’t visit,” says Franklin.

Uvo rips the barbed wire like tissue paper.

Through the threshold of the broken doors, Shalnark’s dosimeter sings. Uvo’s grizzled hair scraps the ceiling and dusts my hair and uwagi in contaminated paint chips.

Uvo, hands on his hips, inhales, a vacuum suction in his throat. Phinks rips the flashlight from my grasp. What the hell was that for I’m about to bite his head off when he shields my ears with my hands before he cups his own—

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOI!” Uvo maims the corridor but it’s like the voice of God tearing through the building. The walls tremble, the whole Earth it seems, blanketing me with more dust. “Come out NOW, Nen Beasts! Come out before I find you!”

My bones turn to water. I don’t recall when I landed on the tile, curled up in the fetal position, but I come to when I hear Shalnark among the high ringing in my eardrums.

“Danchou only said this hospital and the inscription had to do with the lore of Nen Beasts,” says Shalnark, his voice distant and muffled. “That once upon a time, mythological creatures roamed here.”

I wobble to my feet but my inner ear thinks down is up and I’d rather not lean on a contaminated wall until the world stops spinning. Even my tooth fillings had loosened.

“What kind of mythological creatures?” asks Franklin.

“Nen Beasts, Nen Beasts!” I can’t tell if Uvo is answering or chanting.

Shal shrugs. “Even if they were here, they’re long gone.”

“She dead?” asks Feitan and my head is filled with the awareness that I can recognize that it’s Phinks supporting me by the arm by knowing the familiar width and pressure of his hand.

“Yes,” I say and Fei snorts.

My flashlight finds its way back into my grasp and I thank Phinks, avoiding his eyes.

Broken glass and tile crunch under our feet.

“Danchou say where the poem is located?” says Phinks.

“He didn’t.” Shalnark switches from his dosimeter to a map on his phone. “Now if I were a poem about mythological creatures where would I be?”

“Cafeteria looks big, maybe on the walls there?” says Franklin.

“The lobby?” says Phinks.

“We're in the lobby and I don’t see anything” says Feitan.

“Nah, nah, maybe in the research halls? Like if they have a library?”

When Huan was in the hospital, there were dolphins, manatees, and a big orca painted on the walls, a submarine view as if we were spectators in a vessel under the sea. “The children’s ward. There, on the third floor,” I say with breathless certainty that makes them all peer at me.

—-

In the stairway to the third floor, there’s a rusty smear on the wall in Cyrillic I can’t read.

“No dosimeter…no radiation.” Phinks reads aloud.

“You can read that?” I ask.

“You can read?” says Feitan. I throw a Feitan a look.

“One of mam’s languages, forgotten most of it though,” says Phinks. Feitan asks what he means and Phinks says, “Don’t worry about it.”

Shalnark’s dosimeter sings when we enter Pediatrics. His brows knit in the glow of his phone. “We should hurry,” he says.

I remove a glove to touch a wall and the others stare daggers at me like I’m pointing a gun. “That’s right, most of you have really seen this ability yet.”

This is my idea and still I think twice between posing my fingertips and palm near the paint-chipped wall. With Emission, my Nen licks the wall.

Tastes like twenty years, walls with ears that wish they could forget what they heard and mouths spilling for words. Once upon a time this same wall was licking clean.

How could I not understand? Isn’t my own home country a land of

“It’s this way,” I say.

No submarine view, but remnants of the woodlands with rabbits, deer, raccoons and birds painted on the walls.

A rare cynical laugh from Shalnark, “Heh, a radiation machine. I appreciate the irony.” He switches off his dosimeter and its soprano screeches.

The plaque on the wall, pristine, ivory against the peeling umber wall, everything about it doesn’t seem like it’s been hung for twenty days, let alone twenty or more years.

“Get your photo already,” says Franklin.

Click!

Shalnark’s phone flashes at the plaque. He tries again and again.

“Is it the radiation?” asks Feitan.

I try mine. With my photo quality, I can count the life like hairs on Shalnark’s head, but no matter what setting I use, the plaque is overexposed, the Cyrillic text impossible to capture.

“For the curious, here lies many daughters and sons,

Forgotten, but not gone.

Upon their eyes, may you be fair,

Lest your eyes never may lay,

On this creature of cockrell, rodent, and hare.” Phinks reads aloud and translates the entire thing, but I’m stuck on the first two lines.

Wallahae, this is a tombstone.

Forgotten, but not gone.

That’s why it’s so new. The beasts put it here. I shine my flashlight in the darkness. They are here.

“Heck kind of poem is that?” asks Feitan.

“It’s less clumsy in the original,” says Phinks.

They are here. Let us be as respectful as we can while we’re here. "Can we record Phinks reading it?" I shine my flashlight among the debris. “Or let me find some paper or something—”

I leap out of Uvogin’s bulldozing path. He grabs the plaque by its edges and heaves. At first the hanging nails barely budge, to the surprise of everyone, but the challenge thrills Uvogin.

“Stop Uvo! We can’t just take it!” My words are fodder for his spark and he won’t be humbled by me twice in one day.

“Try and stop me!” With one bearpaw boot against the wall, his arms striate with all his might. The walls whine. The structure quavers and I fear the whole hospital will crumble before the wall relents.

With a sharp crack like the break of bones, the plaque wrenches free. Uvo is beside me, thrusting his prize into the air, but my mind is as black as the corners of the ward.

…movement in the endless murk. Then it hits us like hot waves: Nen that digs into the Earth’s crust and rises higher and higher as if to touch the stars that guided us here. The Spiders feel it and it’s been a long time since they’ve been humbled by such a leviathan of Nen power.

This immensity I’ve felt before, but I’m no less ready for it than they are. In Turkei, the nebulous Nen was a warm hug, here it screams in condemnation, a relentless freight train and I could go mad from the guilt. Every ill thought, every wrong thing I’ve ever done in my life has led me to this point where I couldn’t stop their tombstone from being vandalized.

Uvo will get his wish, I don’t say aloud, as the shadows move. My warning to the Spiders is in my throat when my feet lose the floor and flung like a rag doll, my side hits the wall.

I know I’m flung like a ragdoll only when I feel the pain of my back hitting the wall. I don’t see what hits me but it's slimy and stretchy like wet chewing gum. With all my strength I can’t wiggle an inch.

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