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yandere-daydreams · 3 months

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Title: Obedience Training.

Pairing: Yandere!Illumi x Reader (HxH).

Commissioned by the very lovely @h2o2-and-baking-soda.

Word Count: 1.6k.

TW: Kidnapping, Prolonged Imprisonment, Physical/Psychological Abuse, Pet Play, Dehumanization, and Controlling Behavior.

The ring was beyond repair.

It was the ugly kind of damage, too – the gold chipped and dented, some parts entirely flattened while others had scratched and tarnished to the point of virtual unrecognizability. The jewel itself (a diamond the color of the sky just before sunrise and the size of the nail on your pointer finger) had been pried out of its casing and polished with the blunt side of the hammer you’d pilfered from collection of one of the more forgetful servants. Any fragments that might’ve been worth salvaging were then washed down the sink of your en suite, and the near-microscopic remnants glistened against the table’s dark mahogany – twinkling whenever they caught the ample sunlight.

It'd been his mother’s ring; albeit, one of countless. Breaking it in such an obviously deliberate way had been a stupid thing to do, and a part of you must’ve known that while you were doing it. A part of you must’ve basked in the idiotic rage of it all, must’ve been dying to see what Illumi would be like when he couldn’t hide behind those big, blank eyes and that unreadable expression. As hazy as it seemed, you could remember being excited to see how Illumi would react, what he thought he could do to you that he hadn’t already put you through.

Now, though, standing next to him as he evaluated the damage, watching as those dark, glossy eyes skirted from the splintered wood to the decimated ring to the sparkling residue…

You weren’t excited, anymore.

Several seconds passed in silent paralysis. Images of braided rope and rusted chains and broken legs flashed through your subconscious, but he managed to draw you out of your spiraling thoughts with a low hum, a startling click of his tongue. Finally, he turned toward you and raised a hand, and you braced yourself for the feeling his fist around your neck, two fingers piercing the fragile bone of your skull, his pointed nails clawing out your eyes and leaving you to ble—

His palm came to rest on top of your head, petting over your hair gently. “Sweetheart,” he muttered with a tone as warm and as affectionate as a corpse in a snowstorm. “Would you come with me?”

You opened your mouth, but closed it again just as quickly. You nodded, the gesture stilted and jerky, and Illumi offered an approving smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, letting his hand fall to your wrist. He pressed a lingering kiss into the top of your head before tugging you gently towards the door.

Neither of you spoke as he guided you through the halls of his mansion. Usually, you could count on running into one of the sociopaths that made up his family or a member of their bloodthirsty staff whenever you left your room, but today, his sprawling home seemed to be vacant, lifeless, as empty as the killers who dwelled inside of it. Steadily, you moved downward, the marble walls turning to rough stone, the filtered sunlight soon traded out for the artificial glow of dim gas lamps. He didn’t drag his feet or try to prolong your walk to the gallows, but he didn’t rush, either, didn’t seem to be in any rush to carry out your inevitably punishment. Eventually, he came to a stop in front of a simple wooden door – unremarkable in every aspect save for the deep well of dread it managed to dredge up inside of you.

With little ceremony, the door was pushed open and you were ushered inside of ahead of him. Your attention quickly fell onto the object most immediately in front of you: a dog crate.

It was almost shockingly mundane; not overly massive, but big enough for a large pitbull or golden retriever, the bars thin but close together and the bottom cushioned by a small bed with pink and white paw prints splattered across it. A handful of miscellaneous items had been laid on top of it. Your attention caught on the collar, first, the cutesy type with a bell and fake (or, knowing Illumi, very real) gemstones studded into the leather and a matching leash, and then headband with what couldn’t be—

Illumi moved past you, approaching the crate and taking up the undeniably, indisputably dog-eared headband. He turned it over in his hands once, then twice, before speaking. “Strip.”

It sounded like gibberish; partially muffled by the static buzzing over your conscious mind and made even more difficult to process by your own unwillingness to do so. “What?”

“Strip,” he repeated. “Or I’ll break every bone in your right hand.”

It was the specificity of the threat (paired with the implication that your left wouldn’t be long to follow) that had your shaking hands reaching for the hem of your shirt and hauling it over your head. You looked towards him for approval after every shed article, but he only seemed to notice your obedience at all when you stood bare and vulnerable in front of him, completely unprotected from both his prying gaze and the chill of the damp dungeon air. You started to move towards him, but he stopped you with a quick shake of his head, a new softness to his expression. “Kneel.”

With a shallow breath, you complied, lowering yourself onto your knees. Now, now, he took his time, his terrible eyes raking over your trembling form as he came to stand in front of you. The collar was fastened around your neck deftly, the leash allowed to hang loose and pool in your lap. He was more careful with the headband – meticulously lining it up with your ears, your face before sliding it into place with a satisfied hum. In a very distant, very muted way, you found that you were surprised less that your hitman-turned-kidnapper would have a pet play lair hidden away in some dark corner of his basement, and more that the aforementioned kidnapper would use that pet play lair to dress you up as a dog, rather than a cat. Illumi was as cat-like as a man could be – silent and skulking, prone to digging his claws into what he loved most – but the more you thought about it, the more sense it made. Cats were smart and sly and perfectly capable of surviving on their own, whereas dogs were stupid and clumsy and almost painfully reliant on their owners. People get cats because they want something that can choose to love them back. People get dogs because they want something that doesn’t have another choice.

“I--Illumi,” you managed, his name still awkward and bitter on your tongue. “I… I’m really sorry, and I’ve learned my lesson, and—”

One second, you were staring at his feet, and the next, your head was snapped to the side, a searing pain stitched deeply into your cheek. His open palm slipped downward, cupping your chin and tilting your head back, forcing you to face him properly. “Good pets don’t talk.” His tone was shockingly sweet, coercive, as if he was trying to explain something very simple to a very stupid child. “Good pets only follow commands. Can you do that for me, puppy?”

Tears were starting to gather in the corners of your eyes, a tight knot lodging itself at the base of your throat, but you did your best to keep both at bay. You started to nod, then thought better of it, straightening your back and squaring your shoulders, trying to communicate the only thing you could seem to think – please don’t hurt me please don’t hurt me please don’t hurt me – without giving him a reason to land another blow. In the end, he rewarded you with the ghost of a smile, his free hand held in front of your mouth. “Good puppy. Now lick.”

You hesitated, but the steady ache pounding in your cheek was enough to make you swallow your pride. Your tongue darted out from between trembling lips, and with no small amount of trepidation, you lapped over the back of his closed fist. He let you begin to pull away before moving – before forcing two fingers into your open mouth and pressing the pads of his digits into the back of your throat. You gagged, your body instinctually recoiling, but he didn’t relent, his thumb digging into your jaw as he held you in place. Your hands shot to his thighs, the tears you’d forced back resurfacing and flooding down your cheeks, but he didn’t budge, didn’t pull away until you were gasping and breathless and utterly humiliated. Finally, he drew back, wiping his spit-soaked digits on your shoulder as his eyes moved from your open mouth to your hands, still balled around the fabric of his pants. “I have something upstairs for those,” he said, voice dripping with all the warmth and affection he usually denied you. “I’ll forgive you this time, puppy, but good pets shouldn’t be able to grab.”

He reached down, taking you by the leash. You were too detached to resist as he half-led, half-dragged you towards the crate. This time, you couldn’t stop yourself from shaking your head, from stammering out little ‘no, no, no’s as his fist curled around your collar and forced you past the metal gate and into the confined space, suddenly so much smaller than it’d seemed from the outside. You had just enough time to scramble for the door before Illumi slammed it shut, letting the clasp fall into place and leaving you withering inside the makeshift cage. You couldn’t stop yourself – hands curling around the bars as you looked toward him with your most pleading expression, but Illumi only shook his head. “You don’t have to sulk. Maybe, with some time, we’ll be able to move your bed somewhere warmer.”

He paused, his grin widening into the first real smile you’d ever earned from him.

“After you’ve proved you can be a good dog, of course.”

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marvelmymarvel · 1 year

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Heir

Silva x Reader

Synopsis: His wife was crazy, hell, you'd be crazy too if you knew your husband was sleeping around... But it wasn't your fault he loved you and not her.

Her shrill cry hit your ears, making you wince from your spot next to Silva. He currently had you wrapped up under his arm, hand absentmindedly caressing the bare skin of your arm. "Kikyo" he warned, eyes darkening a bit as she continue to wail about how evil he was for having a mistress.

This wasn't new knowledge, she had known about it for some time now. This was just her weekly temper tantrum. "I just don't understand how you could do this to me. The woman who gave you your CHILDREN"

Silva's lip curled into a snarl, there was that jab again... The classic 'mother of your children' saying was always the stab she took in the hopes that it would wake him up, but it only ever angered him. Your eyebrows crinkled in distress as you felt the bloodlust oozing from the man who was now gripping you tightly against him. You couldn't run and hide from his anger if you tried. You were just thankful it wasn't directed at you.

"Kikyo."

The woman stopped wailing as the venomous tone and bloodlust hit her finally. You could see her hands shaking, and you felt bad. Not bad enough to stop the relationship you had with the head of the Zoldyck family, but enough to put your hand on his thigh, hoping it would calm him even a little.

And it seemed to work.

He let out a deep exhale, free hand coming up to rub at his eyes. If he could leave her he would, he would much rather be married to you than to her, but he hadn't met you when he needed to settle down some 26 years ago. "I've been nothing but loving towards you, what does she have that I don't?"

You lightly gasped at the question, eyes flicking from Kikyo to Silva in shock. He sat there in silence, staring into her soul as if trying to banish her from the earth altogether. "She was the one who gave me Killua" your eyes widened at his statement. Many things were well-known and talked about, but this was not one of them.

You cringed as Kikyo's sniffles hit your ears. Having Killua with Silva was not something you were proud of, the guilt ate you up to the point where you gave him up to Kikyo, allowing her to care for him as if she carried and birthed him herself. It seemed to have appeased her, and she went on to have two more children with Silva after. But you knew the reason for that was just her trying to prove that she too could give Silva what you did.

An heir.

It was a low blow though, and it made all of the guilt rush through you like a violent hurricane. "Silva..." you whispered out, tone teetering on guilt and warning. He paid no mind to you though. Standing from his spot, he walked towards a sobbing Kikyo. His hands rose to cup her cheeks and while you'd normally feel jealous, all you felt was shame.

You should have never slept with him 12 years ago. Should have never given in to his blue eyes and blonde hair, but you did and now you were here. Stuck in the middle of the family drama that you yourself caused.

He leaned down to be eye level with her, a passerby would have found it sweet, but you knew better. "You mean nothing to me. The children you've given mean nothing to me. I don't know what else I need to do to get you to see that"

That was a lie, the children part at least was. He cared deeply for all of his children, Killua was just special to him. You knew that the hurtful words were only spewed to bite back at her stab but you wished he would have let it go. "Silva" you called out as you shakily stood from the pillow.

Kikyo was now sobbing so hard that she was choking, the sound didn't do anything to Silva, but it was breaking your heart. "Silva leave her alone..." you whispered out as your fingers ghosted his arm before gripping the flesh to pull him away from her. He let you move him away from her, something Kikyo has never been able to do.

The sight only made her sob harder. How could you, of all people, make the man she loved do anything you asked of him? She gave him everything and loved him through everything. But you? You did nothing and yet can control everything about him. Before he goes on jobs, he asks you about your opinion on the danger of the task at hand. When he leaves the house, he asks you if you'd like to join him. When it's time for bed, he'll wait for you because he can't seem to sleep without you.

Her eyes snapped to yours as you looked back at her over your shoulder. "Can you please go get Gotoh" you called out to the butler by the door. The butler left without another word, rushing down the hall to get the head butler who helped Kikyo remain calm. Silva sat back down with a huff, legs crossing as he leaned back in annoyance. You turned back fully to Kikyo, sadness and regret written all over your face.

"I'm sorry Kikyo" you stated firmly, but anyone who knew you could hear the nervous waver in your voice. Despite being annoying, Kikyo was far from weak. She could kill you in two seconds if she really wanted to.

And she really wanted to right now.

But you didn't care anymore. Walking towards her slowly, you waited for her to break down again. But she was silent. You stopped just feet from her, lips pursing as you took in just how tense the air was. Silva called your name out in warning as if he knew deep down that she would attack you while he wasn't by your side.

But maybe you deserved it.

"I'm sorry for everything" your words caused her to inhale sharply, hands forming into fists as she shook in her place. You had no right to apologize. The only way to make this right was for you to leave. But Silva would never let you leave. So there was only one other way to make this right.

You had to die.

Silva felt the shift in the air quicker than you did. Kikyo's hand shot towards your chest, fingers shaped into a sharp form. Your breath hitched but you knew there was no escaping it. You should have been faster...

But Silva was fast enough.

His hand stopped hers right as the fingernails pierced the skin of your chest. She could feel the way your heart was beating frantically under her fingertips. Oh, how she wanted to feel it pound in her hand as she watched the life drain from your eyes. But, with the way Silva was gripping her did she realize she had made a grave mistake.

Silva pushed you behind him as he ripped Kikyo up to him angrily "Lay a hand on her again and I will feed you to the dogs" the words hit your ears, and you would have scolded him for uttering them, but you couldn't think straight - not with all the adrenaline in your veins and the tension in the air.

Kikyo sputtered out apologies but it only angered the silver haired man more.

It all went silent though when the door opened. "Madame. I was called to retrieve you" Gotohs voice broke the tension and you sighed in relief. Silva let her go, allowing her to run to Gotoh in fear. Gotoh didn't say anything, only grabbed her by the shoulder and moved her out of the room.

The sound of the door closing echoed in the room and mixed with your heavy breathing. Silva was in front of you before you could blink, hand reaching for your shirt where blood was pooling. "I'll be okay" you croaked out but he ripped the shirt open regardless, eyes narrowing at the cuts Kikyo marred you with.

"She will be dealt with accordingly" he whispered as he applied pressure to one of the heavier bleeding wounds. You didn't say anything, knowing that not even you could stop what would happen to her. He loved you a lot, maybe even too much. But you couldn't deny that you loved him as well. You reached up to pull his hand away, smiling softly at the confused look on his face.

Dropping his hand, you stepped forward before wrapping your arms around his torso, hiding your face in his chest as you gave into the part of you that needed him close. You didn't care if you were hurt. You didn't care that Kikyo would try to kill you every chance she got. None of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was him. And as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a loving kiss to the top of your head -

You knew he felt the same.

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spiderlilydreams · 3 months

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Meeting Some Phantom Troupe Men At a Party

Trying something new~ Tell me if you like this and want more characters for this type of theme or something different, I'll try my best~ Sorry if some characters aren't in character, I tried my best~ Also sorry if theres poor grammar or anything, I only looked over it once before posting~ Alternate universe kinda, but whatever you imagine works, Please enjoy ^-^

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drugs, sexual themes but no full on smut, and suicide mention that goes along with one of the short fics

MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT

Feitan -

You go out onto the balcony of the large penthouse for some fresh air. Feitan has been out there the whole time all by himself, just overlooking the city. You both can hear the faint music, and the sounds of the city. It's dark, but you're both illuminated by neon lights from inside the party every so often. I feel like Feitan would be messing around with his umbrella, just waiting for the night to be over. You'd look a little too far off the edge (idk if for interest reasons or suicidal reasons) and Feitan would come closer to you, interested in what you might do. I feel like you'd both just stare at each other for a while, not really talking. You'd probably try to break the ice of why you were looking over, and Feitan would just listen to you, interested in whatever reason you might have. I feel like the rest of the night would be you, talking a lot, and Feitan listening, not speaking once. Just you and him, the cool breeze, bustling city and lights around you both, sharing a moment with just the two of you. It would comfort the both of you.

Phinks -

Phinks would be at the bar, sipping on some hard liquor, egging on arm wrestling and fights going on around him. I feel like you'd be the bartender, refilling his drink as he'd be yelling at the guy's, music loud and pounding. He'd stare at you a lot, and you'd stare back, every once and a while serving him free booze. He'd catch on, and try flirting with you, but you both wouldn't be able to hear each other. After a while of the frustration, I feel like you'd both meet up in one of the random bedrooms, a steamy make out session erupting. The room would feel private, and cozy, dim modern lighting around you both, the faint sound of music in the background, penthouse window illuminating you both by the city lights. Phinks would taste of hard liquor, and be a rough kisser, but somehow gentle, and almost sweet in the session.

Hisoka -

Hisoka would definitely be the host of the party. He has a couple penthouses he owns honestly. I think you'd meet him in a game of spin the bottle. He'd be looking at you seductively as he'd spin the bottle for his turn, making you nervous. Then it would land on you, and you'd be panicking a bit. Hisoka would initiate, standing up and walking towards you as you sat on the rug, and smile devilishly. He'd bend down, putting his finger under your chin, and tilting your head upwards. The kiss would be intense, and the other people playing the game wouldn't notice because they'd be drunk and high off their asses. You'd melt away into the kiss, hungry tongues fighting for dominance. Hisoka would pick you up and call you the "lucky princess~" of the night, carrying you into his master bedroom. I feel like after your intense time together, he'd draw a bath in his large jacuzzi, and you'd both have a intimate moment washing each other, laughing, sipping on wine, candles lit, the crazy party just right outside the master bathroom, it just being you two in your own bubbly world. If any drunk person accidently would open the door, Hisoka would tease them by offering them to join both of you.

Chrollo -

Chrollo would be in the corner of the dancefloor, sipping expensive liquor, observing. He'd see you dancing with your friends, rocking your hips seductively, not a care in the world, and not noticing him watching you. He'd gain more interest in your carefree, lighthearted seeming nature, and approach you. You'd be a bit surprised, but he'd steal you away from your friends, dancing with you where your bodies were close to one another. You'd be so nervous, but excited because he's so charming and mysterious. As you both danced a few more songs, the music shaking the dancefloor, blinding lights flashing erratically, he'd pick you up, wanting to give you a more intimate private experience. Your friends would be giggling watching him carry you off like a prince. When you'd both arrive in what looked to be a office, Chrollo would first hoist you up on the desk, kissing you passionately, after kissing for a bit, he'd ask you about something he's been wanting to try. The office has a window that elongates to the floor. You'd agree, and he'd lift you up again, asking you if you trust him. When you say you do, he'd push your back up against the window, still carrying you in his arms. The tall skyscraper has a beautiful view of the whole neon city behind you, the office is dark, and you're kissing Chrollo passionately in his arms, holding onto him tightly as he does the same to you. It's just him and you against the world.

Illumi -

Illumi would be observing the city from a large window in the main area of the penthouse. Lots of people would be around him, but he'd zone them out, just zoning in on the view. You would stumble over, a bit drunk and crying, accidentally almost falling onto him. Illumi would catch you almost robotically, just a bit shocked by the situation. You'd be hugging his arm, sobbing over something in your life, and Illumi would just pet you like you're a strange creature. After a while of crying onto Illumi's arm, you'd sit down next to him, apologizing and thanking him. You'd both pick up conversation, mostly you just venting about your life, and Illumi listening. You'd drink more alcohol much to Illumi's dismay, but he'd secretly enjoy the company, and entertainment. After drinking far too much, you'd fall asleep on Illumi, a huge smile on your face. Illumi would just pet you as you slept like you're a cat, looking out at the bustling city through the window again, this time a faint smile tugging on his lips.

Uvo -

You'd attempt a drinking game with him, you both yelling for more beer as you both chugged away. Uvo would compliment you yelling, "strong little lady!" Punching you softly on your shoulder as you kept up pace with him. A crowd would gather, you both enjoying the attention. Uvo would notice that the crowd would begin suffocating you, you getting lost in the sea of bodies. Uvo would pick you up with one arm, putting you on his beefy shoulder, offering you another mug of beer. You'd be smiling widely, thanking him profusely, him smiling ear to ear. You'd be able to see over the crowd, having the time of your life as Uvo would support you perfectly on his body. Eventually you'd not be able to handle the liquor anymore, clinging onto Uvo as you'd try not to hurl. Uvo would pat your head, messing up your hair, saying "I'm proud of you little lady!" And you'd pass out with a beaming smile on his shoulder.

Shalnark -

Shalnark and you would go up against one another in Just Dance. Shalnark would be surprisingly good, being goofy shaking his hips and all. Even though he'd look so goofy, he'd be teasing you about if you could beat him, all cocky like. You'd give him the middle finger, giving it your all. After you beat him the first round, you'd both make a bet, that the winner gets to ask for one thing from the other. Shalnark would get competitive with the stakes, already knowing what he wants to ask. He beats you best of three by going ham the last two rounds, you both sweating profusely. He'd ask for a kiss, blushing and awkwardly putting his hand behind his head. You'd tease him, but still approach him for a kiss. You'd both kiss each other furiously, the game causing a lot of sexual tension between you both. You'd both not care as you brought it over to the couch, you straddling his lap in the firey kiss. Shalnark would be blushing from head to toe, gripping onto your hips, moaning and all. People would stare at you both, but you'd both be lost in your own little world, competing for each other's tongues and moans.

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shiftingparadise · 10 months

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May I request a Feitan x Reader please? Cute stuff cute stuff everywhere. A fluff with Feitan trying to confess his feelings and failing a few times before actually getting it right.

Hi guys!! I'm back <3 I hope you enjoy this one. If you don't, or if you would like to give some feedback, feel free to do so.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1294

“What?”, you shyly asked. “You keep staring at me, it’s freaking me out, Fei”. “Tsk, wasn’t looking at you”, his cold eyes darted to the side. “Right”, you sighed before you got up. “Where’s boss anyway? We’ve been waiting in this building for ages. I’m getting tired”. “You can sleep here”, Hisoka smirked as he pointed toward his lap. “Fuck off”, you picked up a stone and threw it toward the magician, earning a chuckle in response. “I’m going outside for a bit. I’m getting bored”.

No one answered. Everyone seemed to be in their own little world. Hisoka playing with his cards, Shalnark updating his device, Feitan sharpening his knife…

“Hm”, you contentedly smiled as the moonlight greeted your skin, a soft breeze carried the familiar scent of the city toward you.

“What are you doing?”, Feitan’s voice came from behind you. “Nothing”, your smile slowly faded. “I’ve noticed”, Feitan now standing next to you. “Noticed?”, you frowned as your eyes scanned his expression.

“Cold as ever”, you thought. You always failed to read him, leaving you clueless as to what he was thinking or feeling.

“Your eyes”, he said, turning to look at you, “They’re sad”. “H-huh?”, you widened your eyes, “T-that’s not true Fei-“. “It’s fine”, he kept his eyes locked on yours, “You don’t have to talk about it”.

Silence.

“But I’d like you too”, he awkwardly added as he stared into the distance. “It’s nothing”, you forced a smile.

For a second, you noticed a hint of disappointment in his eyes. It was the first time you saw any kind of emotion on his face.

“Pretty, right? The moon, I mean”, you nervously chuckled.

It was so obvious. Too obvious that you liked him.

He shrugged his shoulders in response. “You’re prett-“, he stopped talking before finishing his sentence. “I-I’m what?”, a blush on your cheek. “An idiot”, he clenched his jaw before kicking a stone in front of him. “I’m going back, boss will be here soon”, and just like that, he disappeared.

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“Careful”, his hand wrapped around your arm, holding you back. “Oh, thanks, Fei”, you shyly smiled, “Didn’t notice we were going to cross a street”. “You never notice anything”.

Why did he seem annoyed?

“I’m sorry, Fei”, you lowered your eyes. “Don’t”, he softly placed his hand on the back of your head, gently massaging it for a second before pulling away. “Don’t apologize”. “Hm”, your cheeks red. Without saying anything else, his hand glided down to your waist, gently pushing you forward, “We can cross now”.

Butterflies. The way his hand gently pinched your waist, the way his voice sounded so soft when he talked to you…

“Where are the others?”, you asked as you crossed.

No answer.

“Fei?”, you frowned as he kept his hand on your waist. “No others”, he softly answered. “H-huh? You said we were going to meet the others-“, “We are. In the evening”. “T-then what are we doing here?”, you stopped walking. “Wanted to get a coffee with you”, he placed his hands back in his pockets. “Oh”, you looked at the ground, a blush on your cheeks.

Was this a date? Did he…? No, Fei wasn’t like this.

“You don’t want to?”, his brows pulled together. “N-no, I could use some coffee now”. “Good”, he started walking again, not looking back at you.

You walked behind him for a while before finally arriving at a cute, little café.

“So cozy”, your eyes unwillingly lit up. “Hm, thought you’d like this place. What’d you want?”. “A latte, please”, you sat down as he went to the counter.

“Here”, he carefully placed your coffee in front of you. “Thanks, Fei”. “Hm”, a small smile on his face. “W-what? A-are you smiling?”, your eyes went round in surprise.

This was the first time you'd seen him do that.

“Tsk, you don’t think I smile?”. “I-I’ve never seen you smile before”, you awkwardly cleared your throat.

Silence. Again.

“S-so, why were you smiling?”, you took a sip of your coffee. “Fei”, his voice sounded raspy, “I like it when you call me that”.

Bright red. Your cheeks went bright red.

“So messy”, he leaned over the table before his thumb stroked over your soft lips. “H-huh?”, your eyes wide open. “There was some foam on your lips”, he sat back down again.

How could his touch feel so soft? So caring? You know what he did, what he enjoyed doing. It’s not like you were much better. You were also a Spider but… Feitan could be truly cruel, terrifying even.

“I want to tell you something”, he stared out the window, looking at the cars passing. For some reason, he hadn’t touched his coffee yet. “Oh?”, you took another sip from yours. “I really like y-“, he paused again. “I really like coffee”, he lowered his eyes as he corrected himself. “Really?”, you smiled, “Me too. We should do this more often then”. You were clueless as to what he wanted to say. “Fine”, he coldly answered before finally taking a sip.

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“Dead, huh?”, you pulled your knees closer to your chest. The bright city lights greeted you like an old friend. You usually loved this. Sitting on a balcony of a hotel room, a soft breeze grazing over your cheeks… But not tonight. The loss of your friend far outweighed any pleasant feeling.

“Dead”, Feitan said, sitting down beside you. “Where are the others?”, a cold look in your eyes. “Dealing with it in their own way”, he studied your face. “Why did you come here?”, you softly asked. “Wanted to make sure you were okay”. “There’s no time to grieve, Fei. Whether I’m fine or not, it doesn’t matter”. “It matters to me”, he looked at the sky.

Why? Feitan wasn’t the kind of man to care about others, at least not like this. He cared about the Spiders, but he would never care about their feelings.

“H-huh?”, you froze as Feitan placed a strand of hair behind your ear. You slowly looked to the side, only to find warm eyes staring back at you. He didn’t smile, but his eyes… They were never like this. “Pretty”, he murmured. “W-what-“, “I care for you, Y/N”, he interrupted you as his hand rested on your cheek. “Want to see you happy”, his thumb now softly grazed over your bottom lip.

“I am-“, “You’re not”, he frowned, “Don’t think I don’t notice”.

You didn’t want to cry. You didn’t want to seem weak, but … You never had this. Someone who cared for you, who wanted to see you happy.

“Don’t”, he tried to sound as kind as possible. “Don’t cry”, he gently brushed a tear from your cheek. “I’m sorry”, you softly sobbed. “Don’t be”, two hands now wrapped around your face, forcing you to look at him. “I’m not sorry either”. “Sorry? For what-“, his lips met yours before you could finish your sentence.

Feitan wasn’t sure if you wanted this or if you felt the same. He never did something like this before, but it felt right. He could feel a warm sensation in his chest, butterflies in his stomach…

“F-fei?”. “Talk to me”, his eyes still closed, a hand resting on the back of your head. “W-what do you want?”. “You”, he immediately answered, “I want you”.

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babydaddyleorio · 1 year

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Can you write headcanons for kurapika noticing his s/o acting like a motherly/parental figure to Gon and killua? Not like overbearing but they treat the kids like they're actual kids and spoil them from time to time

Although Gon and Killua are the strongest boys you know, you can’t help the wave of concern that washes over you whenever you witness their fights. Kurapika takes note of this, soaking in every detail of your face as you stand alongside him. Sometimes you furrow your eyebrows while silently cheering them on to win, other times you clench your knuckles into fists as you wish you could jump in to take matters into your own hands. Though, there are moments when you reach to hold Kurapika’s hand, and squeeze slightly for reassurance. Those are your boys, and you would do anything to protect those two.

When you get a chance to hang out with them, you like to take pictures. Killua hates whenever you pull your phone out, but Gon is always shoving his head into the camera with a huge smile across his face. Kurapika will sometimes take a group photo of you all, and he feels true contentment watching you all pose together with the happiest of expressions.

You teach Gon and Killua a lot of things. Like how to act in certain situations, how to fix their appearance (yes you spit clean and they despise it), and give them wisdom when they need it. They feel very comfortable with you because you create a safe space for them. This especially impacted Killua since he has deep mother wounds. He had a hard time trusting you at first, but the more you opened yourself up to him, the more he chose to lower his guard. Now he listens to you instead of picking fights, and you’re the first person he talks to when there is something on his mind.

Sometimes you can be just as childish as them, and because the boys are constantly surrounded by adults, they appreciate the moments of fun with you. You like having pillow fights, you like extreme racing, and you love pulling pranks on them. Hearing all of your giggles and excited shouts fills Kurapika with complete happiness.

You always put them in check, but make sure to hug them afterwards or at least communicate your feelings and reasoning for it. They are a bit hardheaded and tend to be impulsive from time to time, so you have to step in and give it to them straight for their own good. You create a perfect balance where they respect you enough to realize what they’ve done, but also know that you still love them.

Gon and Killua don’t have the most responsible or fit parental figures in their life, though, you manage to fill that void just a little. And when Kurapika asked them how they felt about you one day out of pure curiosity, they said life wouldn’t be the same with you.

#hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter imagines #Hxh #hxh imagines #hxh headcanons #kurapika #kurapika x reader #gon #gon headcanons #gon freccs #killua #killua headcanons #killua zoldyck

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the-menace-in-pink · 11 months

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Sitting next to Chrollo Lucilfer in class

Sleeps with eyes wide open. Being tied down to one place for hours bores him to no end.

Very smart, so there's nothing he can't learn on his own.

Not very talkative unless he's taken a shine to you 👀

If you tried asking for answers during an exam, he'd nod, tear off a piece of paper on which he'll fiercely scribble something. Fold it, and slide it over to you without getting caught. He will smile encouragingly at you to open it, then dive back onto his work. Inside the words, 'Lol, nope. You might want to hurry tho, 20 min left. Ps: be more discreet next time. :)'

To add insult to injury, he'll drop his learning materials and notes on your desk after the exam, 'There. For the retaking session. Good luck 😊’

If the class bores him and he's not tired enough to sleep, he'll relentlessly poke you with a straight face. Will stop for a min if you tell him off. But then he will do it again. He's a lil shit. He may only stop if you start reciprocating. Which is his biggest eek.

He keeps bothering you with random philosophical questions. Makes you wonder if he's not high sometimes 💀

Will certainly help you solve anything if you ask him tho. He likes needs to have something to do.

Lowkey would prefer doing you.

You're pretty sure a lot of people are crushing on him. That'd explain the glares you always get.

(What you don't know is that he's got a crush on you.) You're literally the only non-Phantom Troupe member he talks to or bothers 👁️

He's carrying a different book every day.

You caught him reading 50 Shades of Grey in class once.

He pales when he sees you folding the end of a page or writing something with a pencil inside your book.

He waits until you leave your seat to grab a rubber and erase what you wrote.

Don't worry tho! 😀 He remembers everything you wrote! Aannnd has a better interpretation of that chapter you worked on. Because he thinks your analysis was utterly wrong and not deep enough. (Yeah, he's got a lot of audacity)

A pickpocket, and you may be the only one who knows. Whenever teachers complain about something going amiss in the class or from a classmate's bag, you always whip your head towards him in accusation. He meets your glare with the sweetest smile.

He gives out solutions and clues to catch the 'thief'. So no one ever suspects him lol.

Stole books from the library.

Messy as hell. Just take a look at his locker and desk.

So messy his stuff even spills onto your own desk.

And ofc he'll make the most out of it. Will steal some of your school supplies and swear it's his 🤾

His room is pretty clean. Save for a big ass spider web in the corner 🕸️

He doesn't want to confirm whether it's real or some old Halloween decoration.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hunter hunter #hunter x hunter imagines #hunter x hunter headcanons #HxH hcs #hxh headcanons #Chrollo Lucilfer #Chrollo headcanons #Chrollo and reader #Chrollo x reader #Phantom troupe #Phantom troupe headcanons #Anime headcanons #chrollo #chrollo hcs #chrollo hxh #chrollo x you

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fattuccini-afraido · 6 months

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Kurapika, to Killua: You've got to learn to love yourself.

Killua: Don't you hate yourself?

Kurapika: Yeah, but this about you. Focus.

#incorrect quotes #anime incorrect quotes #manga incorrect quotes #hxh headcanons #hxh incorrect quotes #hunter x hunter incorrect quotes #hunter x hunter headcanons #hxh imagines #hunter x hunter imagines #killua zoldyck incorrect quotes #kurapika kurta incorrect quotes

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earfqwake · 1 year

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𝓉𝑜𝓍𝒾𝒸 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 <𝟥

<<last chapter

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 6: 𝔰𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔣𝔬𝔵

adult trio x reader series warning 🕷 for daddy kink, nsfw mentions, yandere tones

What a chaotic yet calm rest of the morning with Illumi. After your little bathroom escapades, you shared a shower full of caring touches. While I was unsure of what I was doing he guided me gently. He washed my hair and he even let me wash his, which i did enjoy very much.

His hair is so soft and long, feeling him relax in my touch was satisfying. Drying eachother off, exchanging soft touches as we dressed ourselves. I wore a black silk slip dress with lace trimming, a sheer white long sleeve shirt underneath, and knee high white socks with white lace trimming. No bra on , but matching black silk underwear that felt smooth to the touch. Illumi had on a fitted black tee shirt , and some straight leg black pants, fitting his figure perfectly I can’t say enough about how handsome this man is.

Both letting our guard down with eachother slowly but surely. We ordered in for breakfast, not wanting to cook yet also not wanting to leave the comfort of the bed. Truthfully a quiet and blissful morning, I soon found my self lulling to sleep in his arms yet again.

When I awoke again I was alone , I couldn’t have been out for more than an hour or two. The sun shined warmly onto my face through open door of the balcony a couple feet to the left of the bed. My eyes flutter open to see both Chrollo and Illumi sat on the shared love seat embracing eachother. Cuddled in Chrollos lap was Illumi, he was stroking his hair and speaking to him in a gentle tone that I couldn’t quite make out. Whatever he told him had the man red in the face before they both brought their attention to your moving figure in bed.

Sharing a sweet kiss before Illumi instantly makes his way to you, Chrollo following suit with a charming smile on his face. The mattress dips as Illumi sits next to you, Chrollo still standing next to him. His hair wasn’t slicked back today it was down and framing his face very well. A white cloth wrapped around his forehead and he too was in a fitted black shirt except it has long sleeves and he had gray pants on, complimenting the color of his very own eyes. “My love, how are you feeling today? Did you sleep well?” Inquired Chrollo as you crawl into Illumis outstretched arms. And he instantly makes a mental note to himself that you two have grown closer given some alone time. Very well.

His voice is smooth like butter, deep and refined. Such a composed man, can never tell what he’s thinking. But I have questions! I need to know more about these people, I want to trust them but lord knows I’m playing with fire. If Illumi’s an assassin he has to be tied up in some equally fucked up shit, and I want to know.

“Yes thank you, Daddy helped me get ready today Im very thankful.” I sweetly reply , pressing a soft pec on Illumis cheek before turning to meet Chrollos eyes. Contently he smiles back, his mind at ease seeing his lovers get along well. “He also told me you were out meeting associates this morning. Who are they?” Batting my lashes at him, though my tone was nothing short of sassy. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was amused more than bothered by me asking so abruptly. Hesitantly I continued looking down at my lap “Me and Daddy talked and I want to trust you, all of you, so please tell me the truth.” Holding on to Illumis hand to emphasize my point, he only looks between the two of us but still squeezes my hand softly in support.

Giving me a closed eye smile he nods curtly. “Oh but of course sweetheart, anything for you. I want you to trust us much as we want to trust that you’ll be our good girl. And while I agree with your sentiment , honesty is needed on both sides in order for trust to be built. So let me ask you something Y/n.” Tossing my phone on the bed in front of me, the screen lights up.

67 missed calls

120 messages

And all from one contact.

jay💌

“Who’s Jay, Y/n?” His nonchalant tone changing instantly to one of pure seriousness. Chills raking through my spine as I feel Illumi tense under me. Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm.

Jay was one of my old managers back at the restaurant, he’s truthfully my only friend. He stood up for me countless times to my piece of shit of a boss. Forever am I thankful for him, he was my knight in shining armor before anyone else. Now it sounds like I’m in love with him but we were definitely just friends, friends who flirted here and there , but certainly just friends. So what we made out in the work office once or twice. So what if we stayed up late binge watching movies together.

He was all I had , and at the moment I’m more relieved he wasn’t on shift during the massacre at the restaurant. But a new fear crept in me that they would harm him, he’s done nothing wrong. The only thing he’s guilty of is being associated with a nobody like me, I’ll be damned if they take his life away for something as useless as that.

Stay calm. Breathe. Can’t play coy, but you can be as sly as a fox.

“Papa he’s my friend, the only friend I have. He’s probably just concerned after the news of what happened got out.” Teary eyes burry into Illumis shirt, gripping the soft black fabric gently. “Daddy you won’t hurt him right? He’s done nothing wrong, I won’t ever talk to him again.” Tears running down my face as I sob dramatically into his shirt. I wish I could say these weren’t actual tears of fear. I’m scared for Jay but if the only way to keep him safe is for him to mourn me and think I’m gone then so be it.

“There, there, princess anything for you.” He says again, crooning at me as he rushes to my side to rub my back. Quickly tossing my phone in the air behind him before Illumi darts a sharp pin through it completely shattering the screen before it goes crashing down to the floor. Jumping up in Illumis arms in shock but Chrollo consoles me just as quick as he broke my phone.“We’ll get you a new phone today, new number as well, though I never want to hear another word about Jay again. Or else we will deal with him personally, don’t defy me either Y/n.” He spat his name like it was filth on his tongue , yet I nodded relaxing my head against Illumi. My heart however was going 100 miles per hour.

That was too close, I’ll be sure to never speak his name again, I want to ensure he’s safe from them for as long as I can. And if and when I escape, I need to be sure he’ll be okay. Just more fruit for thought , I don’t want anymore guilt weighing on my heart I would never forgive myself if he was harmed. “My pretty girl, shouldn’t cry over anyone but us, your daddy’s do tend to get so jealous. Will you cry for me like this?” Leaning over my shoulder, Chrollo presses teasing kisses on my neck.

“I know she would, I had her crying on my cock earlier today. That’s why she’s such a sleepy baby today.” Teases Illumi but he said it with such pride while twirling my hair around his finger. His eyes rake over my sniffling body as he drags his once comforting hand on my back very close to the swell of my ass, still rubbing relaxing circles. “That’s why your so calm today? I would have my way with you right now, but we’ve got so much to do today angel.”

Humming in agreement Illumi gets up from bed, but not before carrying me in his arms bridal style. “First, to your apartment before we go buy you anything else.” Replies Chrollo as he pinches your cheek, heading out the door with Illumi following suit. And he carried me all the way out the condo, down the elevator, into the parking garage, and even buckled me into my seat. Without breaking a sweat, okay then.

This is a very very nice BMW X6, all black inside and out. Shutting the door, Illumi then makes his way to get in the passenger seat while Chrollo slides in the driver side. Turning the key in the ignition while Illumi fumbles around with the gps for no more than 20 seconds. Starting route to 631 court bank goldsboro, YN.

Funny thing is I never gave them my fucking address.

Playing with the hem of my dress I lean back into the leather seats, I’m quiet the whole ride there, it took about half an hour to get there. Listening to them talk amongst themselves but it all became a blur as shame washed over me. I lived in a shitty one bedroom loft in the bustling city, which is more than others could afford, but still. These men look to finely tailored to step foot on the streets I live on.

Dont get me wrong I love my apartment with my whole life ! I worked hard to move out of my parents house, pay my own bills, and my college tuition. So it was my pride and joy, the only guest I ever had over was Jay and that was after months of contemplation. The car comes to a smooth stop on the side of the street next to my apartment complex. Trash littered the sidewalk, homeless people sleeping in the alleyway not too far from the entrance. As they move to unbuckle their seatbelts I throw my hand up in distress, “Wait ! It’s fine I don’t have much inside I need to get, I’ll be in and out.” I’m practically pleading to go in alone.

Illumi sighs pinching the bridge of his nose but Chrollo rests a reassuring hand ontop of his before turning to me. “Illumi will stay here but I’m coming in with you.” Oh for the love of god, I just give a small nod and unbuckle my very own seatbelt. He comes over to my side of the car again, not wanting me to walk on the concrete side walk in just my socks and I tell him where my apartment is, luckily it’s just on the first floor so truthfully getting things would be a quick in and out trip.

He reassures me about not having my key , and begins to swiftly pick my lock and under a minute we are inside. Meow! My fur baby ! Milo my baby cat ! They don’t need to know he was a gift from Jay, it’ll be our little secret. Quickly shrugging my way out his arms I kneel down on the carpet floor to pet and cuddle the little kitten. He’s about 4 months old but hasn’t grown much in size yet, he was the runt of the litter I suppose. Me and Jay found him on the way back to my apartment one night , cold and shivering all alone from the rain. Milo stole my heart ever since that day.

Turning my head back to glance at Chrollo before picking up the tiny gray kitten and walking over to him.“Oh Papa I can take my cat with me can’t I? I can’t leave Milo here all alone.” A pleased smile graces his face, I can only help but assume he loves me calling him that and me depending on him. So I’ll use it skillfully to get my kitty to come home with me! Softly scratching the cats head, Milo purs and rubs against Chrollos hand. “Hisoka isn’t too fond of pets, but I’m sure you could change his mind.”

“Did you want to grab anything else sweetheart, after today we won’t be coming back here.” And to that I frown, but nod and move towards my bed room. I didn’t own many clothes but I still wanted to take them with me, a few pairs of shoes too. I slipped on my doc marten quad platforms so I’m no longer just walking around in socks and throw all my clothes, shoes, underwear, belts, purses, jewlery all in one large bin. Sighing as I press the lid closed on the bin with my head down . “I-I’m sorry it’s not much, didn’t want you all to have to see this but I worked very hard for everything I have.”

“And I admire you for that. You have no reason to be ashamed, trust me I understand.” He spoke to me in earnest , his voice clouded in an emotion I couldn’t quite explain. “Those associates of mine I met with today .. They are family to me, we’ve been through thick and thin together. Growing up in meteor city all we knew was hardship so trust me Y/n I understand, but you have us now. Things may never go back to the way they use to be but that’s not completely bad, now is it?”

My heart skipped a beat at his reassurance, “May I meet them some day, your friends?”I question craning my neck to look at his looming figure. Beckoning me to stand in front of him before he placed a kiss on my forehead. “All in due time, in fact on the 11th we will all gather together.” Pulling me in and leaning down to kiss me, before Milo jump on his leg before hopping away. Shaking his head as I giggle at Milo being silly, he reaches down to pick up the bin. “I’ll carry this for you while you carry Milo, then we’ll get you a new phone like I promised. Feel free to get anything else you might want for while we’re out. If you don’t get it now we’ll certainly get it for you later.”

And with that, we set off for the car , with little Milo in my arms. My mind wanders to all the new information I’ve gotten today. As generous as they might be, they don’t seem too keen on the idea of me leaving ever. Slowly but surely I’ll find a way, I’ll craft a plan. Giving one last reminiscent look at my apartment before never looking back.

Illumis eyes instantly lock on the gray kitten in your arms before staring at you. You extend the tiny ball of fluff out to him, giving in he holds the purring cat in his own hands. “Hisokas not going to like this.” He muttered but his eyes were in awe at the cuteness it made my heart melt. The trunk closes and Chrollo gets in the driver seat again. “He’ll have to get use to it, Milo is staying with us now.” Illumi gives him a small smile, totally in love with the baby cat. And with that we pull off into the towns shopping center.

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suvidrache · 8 months

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hide and seek with illumi

Hide & Seek With Illumi

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 136 | Read it on AO3 | Event List

I wish you well with this.

Assuming there are rules. Like no leaving the house, no using the cameras, etc.

Illumi would be great. All he has to do is listen quietly for any sound you may make. He would check every single floor, every room in the house, and every secret hiding spot he knows of. Might take him about an hour to clear the whole house, maybe a little longer. Time is a lot shorter if he hears noises you're making. Now for him, he'd hide himself so well that you thought he might have left the house. You could check every room and every spot that you know of, but this is Illumi's home. He knows all the spots. You'll never find him, even if he gave you access to the security footage.

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months

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For your event fluff 19 for wing from HXH plz

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; romance; fluffy shit; pregnancy; zushi, gon and killua as sweethearts; sfw

includes: female reader ft. wing {hxh}

author’s note: thank you so much!

19. “I’m pregnant.”

Wing was a really great sensei, and his attitude towards little ones was really sweet and melted your thoughts every day. So the decision to have a child came quite naturally between the two of you, and you were really happy as soon as you found out that a new life was growing under your heart. Your husband was equally pleased and immensely proud. He thought about his smol bean and whether they would be a talented hunter in the future, or maybe an equally talented person who would like to work as a doctor, archaeologist or as a florist. Everything seemed so new and interesting to the young man.

Will he be a good father? Does ge take good care of you during pregnancy? Is he mature enough to own a little version of you two?

Many thoughts were running through Wing’s mind, and he almost jumped as soon as Killua snapped his fingers, asking his teacher if he was okay. The man only nodded, giving much more attention to his three pupils.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

It was evening, the hour was late, and the three boys and Wing had just finished their hours of training and a serious conversation about the next floors of the arena. At about the same time, the four of them heard the sound of loud knocking. Killua sensed no bloodlust, and Gon could only hear calmly beating heart... or even two hearts. Wing, on the other hand, opened the door and almost immediately smiled slightly under his breath at the sight of you with a huge basket filled with food.

“Good evening everyone.” You said towards Zushi, Gon and Killua and Wing of course, then stepped a little closer while your husband closed the oak door. “I’m Y/N, your sensei’s wife. Zushi already knows me. Right, ‘Shi-chan?” You looked at the little boy and he immediately bowed. Second later you quickly asked him to lift his head and just come to hug you.

“... My name is Gon!” The boy in the green jacket and short pants looked in your direction, and then you spread your arms out more so that he would hug you too. He gladly took your silent offer, then felt that your tummy was much harder than that of a normal human.

“I am Killua.” At first, he was not willing to show any feelings, but seeing your joyful eyes and sincere emotions on your whole face, he timidly came closer, lightly snuggling into your warm body. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked, looking at your belly covered with the material of a light dress. You giggled.

“I’m pregnant.” You answered. “But let’s not talk about me, because I brought you some goodies and dessert. Ah, and call me ‘auntie’ or something like that.” You added louder, taking out of your bag several boxes of still-warm rice, fried meat, various kinds of vegetables, as well as a paper-wrapped chocolate and strawberry cake you managed to buy on your way to where your husband was staying with his three boys.

Wing may be a good father because of his relation with children, but you will be the best mommy in the world because of your care, love and interest in other living beings.

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yandere-daydreams · 6 months

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Title: Final Girl.

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader (HxH).

Word Count: 1.4k.

TW: 'Girl' Is In The Title But Reader Is Gender Neutral, Death and Blood, Mentions of Guns, Manipulation, Implied Kidnapping, and Spoilers for the Ninteenth-Century Novel Dracula.

The night you met him was, by no coincidence, also the night you learned what it meant to feel your blood run cold.

‘Met’ might’ve been an exaggeration. You didn’t meet him so much as you stood still and stared at him – lumbering down the hallway, clutching a gore-splattered butcher's knife, his suit disheveled and stained with a dark, blotting substance you couldn’t bring yourself to put a name to, in your fear-induced paralysis. With the manor's high ceilings and dim lighting, he seemed impossibly tall, his black eyes blank and terrible, his smile manic in a way that sent a chill up your spine, that left you frozen where you stood and unable to run as he came to stand in front of you, as he raised a hand and—

And pointed to the book tucked under your arm, a yellowed paperback beaten to hell and back from weeks of loving abuse. You’d spent hours wondering if you should bring it with you, if there was anyone else on the face of the planet who’d be stupid enough to bring a book to a mascarade ball, but you figured you’d have to step out for a breath of fresh air at some point, tonight, and phones weren’t really an option at this kind of thing. Looking back on it, you struggled to remember why you’d spent so much time agonizing over something so inconsequential, especially when whoever found your body likely wouldn’t pay it a second glance. “Is that—” He started, pausing to wet his lips before correcting himself. “Is that Bram Stoker’s Dracula?”

You blinked several times, shifting your weight. “It is,” you managed, eventually, just before the point of no return. “I… I’m only a few chapters in, though. They’re only on the second blood transfusion.”

His smile widened. “I’m reading it for the second time, now. That’s one of the best passages - you can practically feel the dread mounting in the prose.” While he spoke, you stole another glance at his attire. With your shock beginning to fade and your nerves given a few seconds to cool, you could see that he clearly hadn’t just walked out of a crime scene. His clothes were wrinkled, but not torn, not displaced the way they would’ve been if he’d been in a real fight, and he was covered in a cartoonish amount of (presumably fake) blood. He couldn’t have meant for it to be realistic, not unless you were supposed to believe he’d bled twenty people dry on his own.

He must’ve noticed you staring. His rambling trailed off into an airy chuckle, his free hand drifting to his blood-soaked shirt. “I’m afraid I might’ve misread my invitation,” he admitted, with a slight shrug. You were almost in awe of his nonchalance. Showing up to a masquerade ball in a costume fit for a b-rated haunted house would’ve left you catatonic for… god, the rest of the year, at least. “That’s how I found my way back here, actually. You can understand why I wouldn’t want to stay in the ballroom for very long, considering I’m dressed for a very different party.”

“No, no, that makes a lot of sense! I mean, a costume party would be more in-season.” You felt like an idiot. You could only hope you hadn’t looked as scared as you felt. “Honestly, I’m just surprised they let you in with a prop.”

He glanced to his ‘knife’, too, as if he’d forgotten he was holding it. “Oh, this little thing?” He took the blade in his free hand, bending it downward. Unceremoniously, it snapped into two pieces as easily as if it’d been made of little more than tin foil and plastic - which, to be fair, it probably was. “Most people struggle to see me as a threat, for whatever reason.”

“The doormen probably just felt bad for the strange man who showed up to a charity gala covered in blood.” You spared a small smile, then genuinely brightened, taking up your novel and fishing out the spare mask you’d shoved between the pages while you were getting ready. He should’ve counted himself lucky that you could never be bothered to find a real bookmark. “Mine came in a set of two,” you explained, signaling for him to bend down. A little too easily, he obeyed, stooping just low enough for you to work your spare mask over his head. It was cheaper than anything you would usually like to show off – the base simple black cloth, the embroidery meaninglessly gaudy, the main body kept in place by little more than a simple white ribbon that never seemed to sit just right, but he accepted your offering with a grateful hum. “It’s not much, but—” You paused, buttoning his suit jacket, doing your best to make it look a little less like he’d just walked out of a bad slasher movie and a little more like a tragically color-blind, but ultimately well-dressed party-goer. “It should get you through the door.”

He straightened his back, and you thought you might’ve seen something spark in his dark eyes. Then again, it could’ve just been the moonlight. “I don’t think I ever got your name.”

Oh, right – that was something most people did before offering to fix a stranger’s clothes, wasn’t it? You rushed to introduce yourself, and he did the same. “Chrollo Lucilfer.” And then, offering you his hand, “Perhaps I’d be more warmly received with a plus one?”

As hesitant as you were to slip back into the ballroom on the arm of a disheveled stranger who’d already made an impression of his own, it would’ve broken your heart to turn him down. That, and you might’ve had a weakness for disheveled strangers who fell on the more handsome side of the spectrum.

You laughed as you threaded your arm through his, letting Chrollo guide you back to the main event. A second passed with only the sound of your footsteps and distance music to fill the quiet, then another. Eventually, you broke the silence. “It’s very well-written,” you started, trying to fight the urge to fidget. “But… I don’t think I’m the right audience. I care too much about Lucy. Seeing her go through so much and knowing she’s not going to make it is just—” You sighed, shook your head. “It’s agony. Especially when the villain is literally in the title. I mean, I know the characters don’t know that, but still.”

“The benefit of a voyeur's perspective.” For all his glowing praise, he didn’t seem very offended. “I think the dramatic irony is part of the appeal. By the time the tension breaks, it’s nearly too painful to keep going.”

“Which is exactly why it hurts to read,” you groaned, slumping into his side. “I get why it’s happening, but I just can’t stand spending so long on the build-up knowing how it’s going to end. It probably doesn’t help that Lucy’s one of my favorites, either. Well, aside from Mina, but it wouldn’t be fair to compare her to the author’s self-insert.”

The two of you came to a pair of rounded oak doors. There’d been a pair of attendants stationed outside when you left, but Chrollo didn’t seem to mind shouldering it open himself, ushering you inside with a smile and an idle gesture. You took a second to steel your nerves, still not entirely prepared to throw yourself into a very crowded room filled with very loud music and very eager socialites, then crossed the threshold, coming face to face with—

Carnage. Pure, unadulterated carnage.

There were bodies everywhere, each corpse mangled and bruised and broken in every possible way. Dark blood and broken glass covered the formerly pristine ivory floor, and the walls were painted with the remnants of gunfire. A few people were still standing – the murderers, you figured, judging by the blood on their outlandish clothes, the weapons in their hands, the indifferent agitation written across their expressions as you stared at them in horror, as your heart threatened to give out for the second time that night. The tallest man you’d ever seen pointed a hand-held machine gun in your direction, but Chrollo found his way back to your side, resting a hand on your shoulder as he spoke. “Hold your fire,” he said, casually, as if you weren’t standing at the edge of a bloodbath. As if he’d known what he was leading you into. “I think I’m going to keep this one.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. The air hitched in your throat as he brought a hand up to your chin, tilting your head back and forcing you to meet his unblinking stare. You’d been right the first time. There was never anything his eyes could’ve been but terrible. “I always did like Mina.”

There was never anything he could’ve been but a monster, prowling for his next kill.

“I guess I just have a soft spot for survivors.”

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marvelmymarvel · 2 years

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Braids

Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

Synopsis: Illumi caught you braiding Kallutos hair. You at first thought he'd be upset with you, but the look in his eyes was far from anger.

"Your hair is getting long again Kalluto. You may want to ask your mother to cut it" you whispered out sweetly, your fingers raking carefully through the younger Zoldycks black locks. While they were normally at his shoulder, he had let it go for a year now, too focused on practice to care about his hair. He would simply throw it up in a bun, but now it had been starting to bother him.

Which is why he was here.

"I know, but mother is out for the week and I need a hairstyle that will keep it out of my face. Can you braid it for me?" You hum quietly at his question, fingers beginning to part his hair into three in order to braid it. "You know. I can cut hair too-"

"No no.... just braid" Kalluto squeaked out, body jumping as he felt your fingers mimicking scissors cutting his hair. A small laugh bubbled in your chest as you knew he never trusted anyone cutting his hair other than Kiyoko, not even the family hairstylist was allowed to touch it. "Fine fine. I'll only braid it"

You both sat in silence as you went to work on his long hair, humming a song as you went you didn't even notice Illumi until he cleared his throat. Kalluto stood swiftly, eyes wide from fear of his brother as he stuttered out an explanation. Your eyebrows furrowed, hands reaching to his hair as you muttered out a "I wasn't done".

Kalluto looked at you sheepishly before leaving the room, fingers finishing off the braid as he went. "Now Illumi, you didn't have to scare him!" You scolded before standing and moving towards the door. Illumi grabbed your hand, pulling you to him before you could get to the door. You smiled sweetly at him, knowing he wanted a kiss without even asking.

The kiss was short and sweet, your fingers coming up to comb through his hair. "Do you want me to braid your hair as well my love?" He scowled down at you, not liking your ability to read him at this very moment. He opened his mouth to snap back a snarky remark but you yanked him towards the bed with a giggle.

Forcing him to sit was easier than expected, and you jokingly muttered that you must be getting stronger. Illumi, however, started letting you have your way with him... So in reality you weren't getting stronger, he was just getting weaker.

"I really don't want my hair braided-

"Hush and let me braid you hair" you grumbled out before planting another kiss on his lips. He grew silent as you climbed onto the bed behind him. He knew that he liked when you played with his hair, but braiding? He didn't know about that. Although, the minute your fingers scraped across his scalp was the minute he realized that this was no different.

You smiled softly at the way he visibly relaxed. He was always so rigid and while he did seem to relax a little around you, you've never seen him this relaxed before. "Your hairs so pretty... Wish I had hair like this" you muttered out as you split his hair into three. A comfortable silence fell between you both as you began to braid his hair, and it wasn't until you got to the end that you realized he fell asleep leaning against you. Stifling a giggle, you raked your fingers through the braid to undo it. "I think it's time for sleep my love" you cooed out. Your hand firmly pressed to his back as you moved out from behind him. Gently, you eased him back onto the bed, before poking him to wake him just enough to crawl towards the pillows.

It took a couple pokes, but eventually he grumbled and moved towards the top of the bed. You followed suit, and started to get comfortable for bed. Illumi grumbled at your failed attempts to get comfortable and eventually yanked you into his embrace where he knew you'd be comfortable for sure. His fingers lazily danced along your head, it wasn't much.

But it had you nodding off all the same.

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brokenquillpen · 10 months

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Small scenario 📝:

Young Hisoka performing magic in front of people in the streets.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Take a good look!"

Hearing this, an intrigued young Illumi stepped in making his way discretely, looking at the strange boy performing.

Hisoka teared his cards into small pieces, gathering them all in his palms, taking a breath and closing his eyes, concentrating on his magic.

Illumi made his way to the first row, completely taken by curiosity, surely this boy couldn't do real magic could he?

Suddenly the boy threw the pieces in the air, creating a wall in front of him but they were flower petals.

How? Illumi's mind echoed as his eyes widened, as the equally shocked crowd gasped in awe.

Hisoka small hand grabbed a falling petal, putting his hand in a fist.

As the flower petals all fell on to the floor, the boy quickly made eye contact with Illumi, sending a shiver of suprise into the younger boy who straightened his back, his face changing into an intimating look.

Instead of turning away -like most people did- Hisoka smiled.

He pressed his fist against his lips, opening it dramatically, showing flower; a flower made of cards.

The crowd awed once again, clapping and cheering as Hisoka bowed and smiled, thanking everyone.

As the crowd dissipated, he made his way to Illumi.

"Wait!" He yelled out at Illumi who was leaving, making him turn around to face him.

"Here!" He smiled and held the flower out towards him. "For you!"

Illumi scanned him up and down, hesitating. He reached out, taking the flower carefully not saying a word.

Hisoka chuckled, finding the small boy giving him the most threatening look with such round eyes adorable.

Illumi looked at the flower then turned his back towards the strange boy, leaving him behind.

"See you soon!" The cheerful voice cried out behind him.

[ ~17 years later. ]

Illumi layed down in his bed, looking over the glass with a rose made of cards on his night stand.

Taking his phone out, he made himself confortable.

"Goodnight Hisoka." He texted.

"Goodnight my dear, see you soon ♥️" He smiled at his phone before putting it down.

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I LOVE the way u write for Feitan soooooo much!!! Would u ever consider writing something separate to soft spot for him?? I feel like you could write the sweetest (dirtiest) short stories for him.. or even some headcanons? ♡ I love all of ur writing!! Good job dude ♡♡♡

Thank you for your kind words. I'm really glad you like my fics with Fei 🥺. I hope you like this one as well. I'm planning on writing more fics with him after I'm caught up with all the requests 🤍✨.

I'm currently working on a Draken fic and a second part of the 'let's be friends' fic with Killua. I'm writing very slowly because I'm working until the summer and I don't have a lot of free time. I'm sorry guys :(

WARNINGS: smut

Word count: 1995

“Fuck, that auction was more work than expected”, Phinks rubbed the space between his brows, “Can’t wait to get a drink. What about you, Fei?”. “I don’t drink”, Feitan coldly replied. “Come on, little Fei”, Phinks smirked, “One drink”. “No”. “Hm”, a quiet chuckle left Chrollo’s throat. “Always so uptight”. “See? Even boss thinks so”, Phinks eagerly waved his hand in the air. “Tsk, are they blind here? I want to order something”.

“Sorry sir”, you humbly bowed your head, “I’m afraid it’s a busy night. What can I get you guys?”.

Your voice… So soft, so innocent…

“Whiskey sour”, the blonde replied. “Scotch”, the other replied. “What about you?”, you kindly smiled at the dark-haired figure.

“Water”.

“Ignore that. He’ll have the same as me”, the blonde replied. “Water it is”, you playfully smiled before turning around.

“What a pretty little thing”, Phinks’ eyes glided down your back as you walked towards the bar. “Should we take her?”, Chrollo’s eyes lit up. “I’m sure she’d make a cute toy”.

Normally,Feitan would happily agree. He’d always liked the sound of cute little whimpers, but not today. He didn’t want you to be scared.

“What do you think, Fei?”. “I don’t think she’s pretty enough”. “What?!”, the blonde raised his voice. “She’s one of the prettiest girls we’ve ever met, right boss?”. “She’s got my attention, to say the least”, Chrollo studied your movements. “We’ll take her after her shift’s over”.

No. He didn’t want them to take you.

“Shouldn’t we focus on the mission?”. “What’s wrong, little Fei?”. “He doesn’t want to share”, Chrollo smirked. “Tsk, too bad. I want her”, the blonde turned his head to catch you leaning over the bar. You were obviously trying to grab something but failed to do so. “Imagine standing behind that perfect ass”. “Imagine waking up with your guts hanging out your stomach”, Feitan’s eyes lit up. “No fighting”, Chrollo sternly replied. “Let’s forget about her. Feitan’s right, let’s talk business”. “Nice, little Fei. You ruined the evening for everyone”.

“Ruined?”, you smiled as you placed down the drinks. It was obvious they didn’t notice you at first. “He sure made mine”. “Huh?”, Feitan tilted his head to look at you. “Such a pretty face”, you placed his water in front of him, “It’s not often someone as handsome walks in this bar”.

“Thanks”, a short reply. “Auch”, you softly giggled, “Anyway, enjoy your evening boys”.

“What the hell, Fei?!”, Phinks gritted his teeth as you once again walked away. “She flirted with you, and you replied with ‘thanks’?”. “Tsk, what the hell was I supposed to say?”. “Want to play some pool?”, Chrollo hastily intervened, “The loser gets sent on a mission with Hisoka”. “I’m going to the hotel. Tired”, Feitan sighed. “You sure? We don’t get many nights off”, a lingering smile on Chrollo’s face. “I’m sure boss. Goodnight”. “Okay Fei, see you tomorrow”. “Goodnight, idiot”, the blonde replied before walking to the pool table.

His heart ached at the thought that he never see you again. He hated this feeling.

“Leaving?”. “Huh?”, Feitan slowly turned his head. “Leaving?”, you repeated yourself as you closed your jacket. “Yeah, I’m tired”, Feitan ignored the taxi that was waiting for him. “Me too. Work’s stressing me out lately”, a serious expression on your face. “Hm”, another cold reply.

“I’m starving. Want to grab some food?”.

Why were you asking a stranger to ‘grab some food’? It annoyed him how careless you were.

“Just be honest and tell me what you really want”, Feitan's eyes met yours. They seemed so cold and distant, but there was a slight smirk on his face. “H-huh? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you hastily turned your head to the ground, cheeks red with shame. “Normally boss gets all the girls”, he looked to the sky, “About time I had some fun”. “H-huh?”, you froze as you felt his hand around your wrist, pulling you towards the car. “W-wait-“. “Don’t back down now. You seemed so eager a minute ago”.

“Where are you taking me?”, you pulled away, studying the car in front of you. “My room”. “Where? I’m not getting into a car with a stranger without knowing where you’re taking me”. “Waste of time. We both know you’re coming”.

He watched as you grabbed your phone from your bag. You were so cute with your fake ‘stern’ expression and cherry-red cheeks.

“What are you doing?”, he clenched his jaw. “I’m sharing my location with a friend”, you frowned, "If you end up murdering me-". “Don’t worry, I’m not planning to”, he interrupted you with a smirk. “Now get in. It’s cold”.

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“What’s your name?”, you asked as he opened the door to his room. It was a luxurious hotel, something regular people couldn’t afford. “Does it matter?”, he raised a brow.

He knew you enjoyed this. The thrill, his arrogance…

“It does”, you watched as he entered his room. “Just get inside”, he walked towards the bed. “Fine, I’m Y/N-“. “Don’t care”.

“You’re lucky you look so handsome in your suit”, you closed the door behind you.

“I’m lucky?”.

“W-what?”, you froze as you felt his hot breath against your ear. He was sitting on the bed a second ago… How could he be so fast? “I’d say you’re the lucky one. I’m very picky when I pick a new toy”, his hand traveled to your waist. “Toy?”, you loudly swallowed as you tried to control your breathing. You didn’t want to seem desperate. “You’ll never go back to your old life, to your friends, family… You’re mine now”. “So, you’re saying I can’t leave?”, your heart racing. “You can try”, he chuckled as he tightened his grip around your waist, “I want you to. I want to hunt you down, to hear you beg for mercy, to look at me with red-stained eyes, tears streaming down your face…”.

“But my friend, she knows where I am”, you clutched onto your purse. “Cute”, he swiftly turned you around, pressing your back against the wooden door. “You have no idea who I am, do you? Who we were? Poor little thing. You’re like a deer caught in the headlights”. “W-wait!”, you tried to push him away as he softly bit the space between your shoulder and neck. “Wait?”, a devilish smirk as he lifted your skirt, swiftly pulling your panties to the side. “Fuck”, he looked down at his fingers. “You’re telling me to wait but you're soaking”, he chuckled as he grazed his tongue along the digits of his fingers, “So sweet”.

“Well, I guess it’s time to drop this silly little act”, you smirked. “It’s obvious you haven’t noticed”.

“Noticed?”, Feitan’s eyes studied yours. He didn’t like the sudden change in your energy. “I didn’t mean to let it get this far but…”, you softly bit your bottom lip, “You looked so handsome in that suit”.

“Who are you?”, a sudden cold feeling against your throat. “Careful with that knife, Fei. No fighting between members, right?”.

What? To be honest, he never felt more clueless in his life.

“So cute… Like a deer caught in the headlights”, you chuckled. “Came across Chrollo a couple of weeks ago. To be honest, I almost won when he tried to steal my nen … But he gave me a choice: join the Troupe, or live without it”. “You’re lying. Boss didn’t tell me anything about a new member”. “Because he wanted to see who’d get careless when someone flirted with them. And you lost, Fei”, your words died out, making them sound venomous.

“Tsk”, he took a step backward, swiftly putting the knife away. “Boss knows I never do this”. “But you did now”, you happily hopped behind him. “Show me your spider”, he froze as he looked over his shoulder. “Here”, you swiftly pulled your shirt over your head. “See?”, you pointed towards your waist.

Right. This was the moment he started to hate you.

“What’s that expression?”, you giggled. “You’re almost drooling”. “Get out”, he clenched his jaw. “You’ve made your point”. “I don’t want to leave”, you hastily replied, a frown on your face. “Sure, this was some kind of twisted test but…”, you paused as you fiddled with your fingers. “I really do think you’re handsome and… I mean… My body can’t lie”, a blush on your cheeks.

How could you switch moods so fast? It was as if he was talking to a different person. Your stance changed, your voice, your expression… No wonder his boss decided to let you join. You could fool anyone, even someone as skilled as himself.

“You sound desperate”. “Because I am”, you softly replied, “When you said I was going to be your little toy, that I was yours… I liked that”. “Too bad. Don’t like being tricked”. “B-but Chrollo told me to-“. “I don’t care”, Feitan laid down on the bed. “You should’ve stuck with your little performance. If you did, you’d be shaking underneath me by now”.

“Fine”, you rolled your eyes, “Guess I’ll take my chances with Phinks”.

No. He didn’t want you to. Even though you weren’t an innocent bystander, even though you were probably as strong as him… He wasn’t going to let that idiot have you first.

“Don’t put your shirt back on”, he slowly sat up straight, looking as disinterested as ever. “Oh?”, you smirked, “Changed your mind?”. “He can have you when I’m done”, he slowly walked towards you. “Careful, I’m the possessive type”, you placed your thumb in between your teeth. “You don’t know me”, his hands now gently fiddling with the straps of your bra.“So?”, you pouted, “You’re mine now”. “Don’t say stuff like that”, he quickly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “When we’re done, you’re going to leave my room and pretend this never happened”.

“When we're done, you’re only going to want more”, you grabbed his other hand, guiding it to your skirt. “Come on, Fei. Let’s have some fun”.

You were right. From the moment he felt your warmth, from the moment you arched your back… He was going to use you over and over again. He could never forget the way you felt, the way your body welcomed him…

“So good”, you closed your eyes, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Feels so good, Fei”.

Normally he wasn’t like this. He never cared if the girl liked it, if she felt good, but now…

“What do you want me to do, princess? Want me to help you?”. “P-please”, your eyes flew open. “Touch me, please Fei”, an innocent look on your face. “Again”, he softly bit in your cheek, “Ask me”. “Please Fei, make me come”, you let your nails sink into his shoulders, “Please, please, please”. “Cute”, his lips found yours, “Hurry though, won’t last much longer”.

“S-shit”, you tightened your grip, your legs shaking as his digits found your sweet spot. “I-I’m coming”. “Already?”, he smiled, “It’s fine, you can come. Won’t last long anyway”.

“F-fuck, you feel so good when you clench around me like that”, Fei’s eyes were wide open. No one ever felt this good. “C-come with me, please”, your brows drew together, eyes locked with his. “W-where do you want me to?”, Fei mirrored your expression.

He tried so hard not to fill you up already. He wanted to feel you come undone around him. He needed to.

“D-don’t care”, you arched your back, “J-just keep going, please-“. “F-fuck”, he frowned as he looked down. “I-I’m coming”, you let your head fall back, nails dragging across his back. “M-me too, princess”.

Was this the best he ever had? Even his legs were shaking.

“Fuck”, he sighed as he intertwined his hands with yours, his head resting against your chest. “What do you think?”, you tried to catch your breath. “What?”, his eyes studied your expression. “Was I right?”. “Hm”, he smiled, “Only want more, princess”.

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babydaddyleorio · 1 year

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Hey!! Could you do hcs with kurapkia and Killua with a black crush that is also an assassin?

Kurapika

There were a million reasons why Kurapika reserved you as his one and only crush, and because of this simple fact, he chose to raise his hand and list the five things that made him fall in love.

You wore the prettiest outfits, black always being your accent color. You would wear long, laced gowns with a slit decorating the sides and brass knuckles glimmering whenever you moved your fingers, or sometimes you’d chose your leather pants with a blade attached onto your hip. These were the outfits that would make kurapika drool and tug at his collar in anxiousness.

You were a smooth talker, that Kurapika could not deny, and you had mastered the art of seduction. You knew just the way to maneuver your hips to get a rise out him, how to mouth the words that could turn him into loose putty, and just how to touch at the nerves fizzling under his skin.

Damsel in distress just wasn’t in your vocabulary. You had been trained since childhood, so your body was as strong as the finest bamboo. You were a beast in hand to hand combat and you knew how to manipulate your opponents mind to go in your favor. You were someone that could handle their own which Kurapika admired.

You brought peace to Kurapika’s life. Apart of your training was practicing meditation and learning to find balance within your self. You taught Kurapika how to quiet his emotions when they started to spiral out of hand, sitting him down next to you and teaching him how to breathe once again. He truly appreciated that.

Lastly, you took Kurapika out of his shell. Because you were always taught to analyze your situations, you had become accustomed to adapting to your environment— and more importantly, you had learned how to party. You often took his hand and led Kurapika to the dance floor, snaking your body against him as he humorously tried to keep up with your rhythm. You and Kurapika had fun together with not a dull moment ever in your lives.

Killua

Killua loved just how easily you could get under his skin. He liked to play the resolved role, as if he always had the situation under control— though with you, the ball was always in your court. You eliminated all remnants of his ego when you spoke to him, making sure that he minded his smart remarks and refusing to acknowledge him when he became too cocky. Killua both hated and loved how tall you stood against him.

The way that you fought, Killua believes that it was the most exhilarating thing ever. You were agile, you were always quick on your feet, and you always had some tricks up your sleeve. You were unpredictable and always kept Killua on the edge of his seat.

He liked how you carried yourself. You came off unapproachable sometimes, with your katana always cloaked behind your back and hair pulled back to reveal the danger in your eyes, but you were always confident in yourself. You didn't care how people perceived you because your talent spoke enough for itself and Killua respected you for that.

Killua likes to hide his feelings for you, but all his composure flies out the window whenever he sees you hurt from a recent fight. He scolds you as he checks your body for anymore scratches, and you laugh to yourself because of how cute he looks when he shows his concerning side. You always told him to not worry because they were your “battle scars”, to which Killua would gently touch them and whisper just how careless you are.

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