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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.
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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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hypnoswrites · 7 months
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Bad Taste
A commission I was allowed to post! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you all enjoy reading it :D
WARNINGS: Yandere! Chrollo, PT member! reader, female! reader, explicit nsfw, casual sex, mentions of explicit violence, mentions of murder, mentions of character death, reader is kinda immoral but that comes with the pt territory, dubious consent
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"You have bad taste, you know that?" You said, lying on your side, tired eyes slowly moving over every choice that had gone into the design of the bedroom. At first glance, you would've called the excess of gold and silver gaudy, but then there was that minimalist abstract painting in the corner, or the classical bedside table made out of gray marble, and you decided even that descriptor wasn't fully applicable. The maximalism of a rich hoarder, was the only term that felt somewhat correct. "None of these pieces work together."
Chrollo smiled as he looked up from his book, participating in your critique of his interior design skills. "I'd call it the curse of having many interests. If you ask me, committing to a single style or type of art when there is so much variety in the world is as much a sign of bad taste as you consider this to be."
"The art nouveau brutalist bathroom is an abomination, Chrollo."
"Or so you continue to remind me. Would you rather I hang the Klimt with the byzantine sculptures?"
"No. I'd rather you throw those away. Or sell them." You sat upright and pulled the sheets off your body, sitting on the edge of the bed so you could stretch properly, your fingers tapping against the side of the mattress while you thought of what you were going to do next. Shower or get dressed and leave?. "Such a waste letting them get water damage."
"Stop suggesting we have sex in the bathtub then."
"No." Something about the clumsiness of sex in bathrooms had always appealed to you, and if you liked seeing Chrollo with his hair wet while he was bent over you, who’d judge you? "I don't think I will."
"I figured."
You stretched your arms over your head, feeling a delightful pull on your sore muscles. You’d slept badly, you always slept too lightly when other people were around, but the calm and laziness of the morning made the slight exhaustion lingering on your body feel less bothersome. There was nothing on the agenda today, so you could truly just go your own way. Perhaps you’d train a bit later in the evening, or visit a botanical garden if the weather was nice. Visiting gardens was always your go-to activity on lazy days, since you always felt truly at ease feeling your nen curl around so many different specimens, all responding to your commands. Controlling flora was a tricky ability, especially in less habitable areas like the dusty deserts surrounding Yorknew, so to be in a location where nothing would ever be able to truly harm you was comforting. You didn’t know whether that comfort came from the security or the control. 
At the thought of your ability, you wondered when you’d use it next. The last time had ended a bit anticlimactically. You’d wrapped nettles around a man’s throat, only for him to suffocate and die in mere minutes, apparently allergic to the plant. You’d gotten in a bit of trouble, since he’d been meant to give information, but luckily his colleague knew enough to save your hide. When you’d started to master your own ability, you’d never considered allergies being relevant so often. 
You lowered your arms and rolled your shoulders, looking back at Chrollo who was smiling ever so slightly. “So when’s the next heist? Or are you leaving to find new members first?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You are under the impression that killing Hisoka has no priority?”
Ah. You should’ve figured.
“Didn’t want to assume. Aren’t you supposed to be quite strict with the ‘no leg matters, just the spider’ philosophy?” You suppressed a smile at the mention of Hisoka, knowing any sign of affection, as small as it was, wouldn’t be appreciated. You didn’t particularly care about Shalnark and Kortopi, only having worked with them in passing for a few years, so it wasn’t like you felt betrayed by the magicians actions. If anything, you’d found Chrollo’s continual leniency on the magician’s schemes to be surprising, and retrospectively quite an obvious mistake. “Well. With eight or so members it’ll surely work out fine.” 
It would. You’d only seen a handful of them in combat, but if they managed to corner Hisoka, he was dead, an opinion that was supported by the fact that Hisoka was already supposed to be dead, having lost to Chrollo in the arena. 
You’d watched the show on television, a bit disappointed when it had stopped being broadcast due to the deaths of most of the camera staff. Either that, or the producers had chosen not to show such a massacre, as exciting as it had been. Even with gyo constantly activated, you had barely been able to keep up with the quick movements and techniques displayed, which had definitely increased your respect for Chrollo, the trust and belief the rest of the spider had in him definitely not unfounded.
You’d asked Hisoka in private shortly after his quasi-death and expulsion of the spider how he intended to fight them all off, certainly in close quarters, but he’d just kept it vague and acted indignified at your lack of belief in his capabilities. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe him to be capable of somehow pulling off something most would deem impossible, but rather that you really wished to know how he was planning to do so. A mystery is only as compelling as the explanation that is served, and you were left only with curiosity and impatience. 
Still, you’d decided a while ago that you would bet on Hisoka. The odds were high that he intended to kill you along with the rest of the spiders if he ever got the chance, but you doubted he’d chase after you if you made yourself scarce before anything big could happen. The parts of the plan he’d clued you in on were compelling enough to bet on, since even if Hisoka failed miserably, you still had enough time to work out a second plan of your own. 
"Just to sate my curiosity on the matter." Chrollo asked, looking over the edge of his book as you grabbed a short satin dress you’d worn yesterday night that had been discarded next to the bed. Pulling it over your head, you were relieved to not fully be naked anymore, not out of a sense of decency or prudishness, but because Chrollo’s stare tended to be a bit too appreciative for your liking. "Are you two close?"
You didn’t need to ask for clarification.
Truly, you liked Hisoka. He was an interesting figure and so upfront with his betrayals that you wondered how he still managed to fool anyone into trusting him. His style, his humor, his fighting style. It was all so uniquely him and yet at the same time so inhumanly distant that you had trouble seeing him as an actual person. Instead, he felt more like a character you could enjoy watching, and you would be lying if it hadn’t flattered you that he’d enjoyed watching you too. 
"We're not intimate, if that's what you're asking." This was edging a bit too close to a discussion on your relationship with him for your liking. Chrollo, ever the achiever, didn't bore you with such things usually. Instead, he'd either lure you into some quasi-intellectual debate or just leave you be. Your favorite ending to one of these meetings had been when he'd expressed interest in some blockbuster that was airing, and you'd surprised yourself into inviting him to come and watch it with you. The movie theater experience, complete with popcorn and a soda, had been fun in a domestic way you'd not experienced in a while. Ranting about the bad quality of the film was also a fond memory, though you were not the type to grow attached to domestic activities. "Didn't think you were the jealous type."
"I wouldn't call it jealousy." He said earnestly, chuckling when he saw the disbelieving tilt of your head. "If anything, I'm trying to see whether you've betrayed the spider too."
You forced your eyebrows to lift in surprise. "Oh. I'd never. How little faith do you have in me?"
Whatever playful tone you’d placed in your words, it seemed to be the wrong choice, as you were pulled back into bed by your hair. The casual atmosphere had ended, and the pretense of this just being a chat was broken. His fingers curled around locks of your hair, pulling at your scalp, and the book was discarded somewhere on the bed. 
You let it happen, finding the sting of his grip on your hair more comfortable than this conversation, especially since it ended up with your barely covered upper body sprawled over his lap. He looked down at you, and if he spotted your gratitude at this turn of events, he did not show it. Instead, he actually seemed angry, his entire face frozen on a blank slate. If he could not even find the state of mind to force a neutral expression, you’d definitely crossed a line. 
Luckily, he acknowledged his own anger too, which saved you from having to navigate what exactly he was taking offense to. 
"You've chosen a bit of an unfortunate moment to joke with me. Safe to say, I wouldn't call myself completely stable at the moment." It was at times like this that you truly appreciated his features, his face and body made to be cast in marble. Bloodlust only enhanced the image, washing off the false domestic and normal air that he clothed himself in to blend in. "It'll pass, but for now I'd urge you to give me a serious response."
That made sense in retrospect. Last night he’d been quite a bit more rough than he usually was. His hand had found your throat on many occasions, and while you did not mind being manhandled a bit, the force with which he sucked hickeys into your neck and the pressure of his arms around your waist had proven a bit intense at times. You’d just explained it away as a mood, but this made quite a bit more sense. 
"How about this, I’ll give you a quick rundown of everything I know: I haven't spoken with him ever since that entire mess with Shal and Kortopi," His hand tightened around your hair, and you figured he didn’t like you minimizing the events that had occurred, but to be fair, he would’ve been more suspicious had you acted all respectful to his dead friends. "But he did tell me something beforehand which I think you might find interesting."
His expression did not change, but Chrollo did seem a bit irritated that you were playing coy. "Well?"
"The boat led by the Kakin Empire heading towards the dark continent. Apparently there will be some kind of contest held on board during the trip, and Hisoka seemed quite interested in it. If I had to guess, he's going to be there, trying his best to make the entire affair about twenty percent more complicated." 
If you felt any regret having spoken those words, you didn’t feel it yet, though you kept the possibility open that you’d feel a bit bad about it later. If only, if only.
The seed had been planted. Chrollo probably had an inkling that you telling him this was intended by Hisoka, but that didn’t really matter. Hisoka wanted a fight, so it’d be out of character for him to suggest a fighting stage and not show up. The spiders would crawl on board, head toward the dark continent, a place so dangerous every expedition you’d heard of had stellar mortality rates, and hopefully they’d never return. 
On the day of the departure, you’d stay behind. You liked excitement and part of you wanted to explore the dark continent and its mysteries as much as any other, but it’d be certain death for you if you went. There were too many things left to experience on this planet, and dying at the hands of either Chrollo or Hisoka left a bad taste in your mouth. 
They were both dear to you, but you really hoped they’d kill each other and sink the boat. 
"A hobby you two seem to share."
"As if you don't." You lightly admonished, smiling as his fingers were still pulling at strands of your hair, his eyes murderously intense as he stared down at you. "Well, are you going to kill me or am I free to go?"
"You seem to be misunderstanding something." He grabbed your face and made you face the wall, a multitude of painted faces in varying degrees of realism staring back at you. "Whatever I don't get rid of, I collect. And since I am quite fond of you, even if I deem your betrayal to go too far, I won't kill you. Instead, I'll pin you to these walls like those paintings you seem to hate so much and enjoy the sight of you until I feel ready to throw you away. Act with that in mind."
You suppressed a sigh and realized you'd been right in your assessment of where this was headed. A shame, even if it was way too late for you to take back your countermeasures anyway.  "Chrollo, do you hear yourself speak right now?"
"I do. I know what I sound like." He sighed and let go of your face. When you slowly remade eye contact with him, he was looking quite pensive before he bent forward, closing the gap between you and him. For a second you hoped that he'd kiss you, just to cut this conversation short. You knew what was at the end of that road, while this was inching further and further into uncomfortable territory. “Don’t act like this is coming out of nowhere. I think you’re quite aware of the effect you have on me. I myself find it quite interesting at times, and in all honesty, it would be much easier to see exactly what you’re made of if I keep you a bit incapacitated.”
"That sounds quite scary." You said, less sarcastically than you'd intended, the sincerity of his words sending a shiver down your spine. The slight quirk of his lips, the complete nonchalance with which he'd admitted to his plans for you if you betrayed him, all made you believe that he was not kidding in the slightest. You'd always known it was a bit risky sleeping with the head of the spiders, but that danger had been part of the enjoyment. What fun was there in hooking up if there wasn't a risk of death involved? "I wasn't aware you felt about me like that."
"You have your moments."
"I see."
Being proven right was a bitter victory in this case, as much as you wanted to pretend it didn’t bother you in the slightest. You and Chrollo had spent many a night like this, and a few months ago, you had been quite pleased with the set-up, your post-heist adrenaline and bloodlust always being channeled in the best way possible, but in that same period you’d felt something start to change. 
During heists he rarely deployed you, something that was even beginning to be noticed even by other spiders. Your abilities were being questioned, and you’d even heard that little black-haired shit wonder whether you always slept your way to the top. Three members had to remind you of the rule not to fight other spiders, because otherwise you would’ve gouged out his eyeballs and thrown his guts to the dogs.
It was insulting, and the mere idea that Chrollo was in love with you was even worse.
It made you uncomfortable to see a man you had so much respect for debase himself in chasing you. He never did anything outwardly romantic, but he stared, and you could tell that any time you spent with him was intriguing him. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. He was supposed to be better than that. You couldn’t stand it when he sighed after kissing you or left books on the dinner table for you to take when you left. 
He couldn’t betray the spider, not in such an awfully human way. 
And so you’d decided one morning while waking up in his arms, his heartbeat thumping underneath your ear, that you’d prefer it if he died. Death would freeze the image you had of him, of the ruthless and constantly shifting leader of the Phantom Troupe. Death would freeze all of them, since after Uvogin and Pakunoda’s deaths you’d noticed more and more cracks in what used to be a perfect formula. 
Feitan and Phinks, who used to go off on their own in between heists, now seemed bound to the hip, their cruelty and ruthlessness a mere façade for what even a blind person could see. Franklin called Shizuku every few hours, checking in on her location and how she was doing. Nobunaga had completely lost it, even if everyone pretended to not see it, and you weren’t someone who generally empathized with unknown faces, but the civilian woman he’d fixated on after the death of Uvo was clearly having to deal with a lot of delusional bullshit.
The changes spread gradually, but the spider was not what it used to be. Most of the members had grown up together and preferred not losing one another, the recent deaths of those close to them proving they were not as okay with being replaceable as they’d pretended to be all this time. None of them would ever utter such a thing, but you noticed it regardless. 
Being annihilated on the way to the dark continent, or at their destination, would be the best way for the spider. All in order to hold onto its principles. In some way, you felt like you were saving the man whose death you were planning, whose body had been pressed against yours so often. You’d never been the sentimental type, but the idea that you were saving a legacy from dying out painfully was beautiful to you. Chrollo wouldn’t ruin himself in your name. The others wouldn’t slip away into insanity and sentimentality. 
Hisoka was the only one who knew how you felt, and had even agreed with your views, meaning he was the sole ally you had in this perspective. You’d spent years with the Troupe, and in some distant way, you loved the spider. Vaguely, you realized you’d accept it if Chrollo killed you now. Maybe he’d prove you wrong. Maybe he would get rid of your traitorous self, kill Hisoka and purge the spider of all that had desecrated it. 
You would accept it gratefully. 
Chrollo let go of your hair and his thumb traced a line across your forehead. 
“Fine.” He breathed out. 
“We’re leaving it at that?” You asked, cursing yourself for even responding, and even more for the desperation you felt at the loss of his aggression. Chrollo immediately moved, languidly shifting your body and his so you were below him once more, your legs on either side of his hips. He pushed his hair back and rubbed his eyes a bit before taking another good look at you. You couldn’t decipher his expression fully, but decided a mix of exhaustion and exasperation came closest.  
“We’re not.” A hand moved under your waist and lifted up your lower body, slotting you against him. He bent forward over you and out of the corner of your eyes you saw him slowly wrap a hand around his cock and pump himself a few times. When he was sufficiently hard, he moved the hand with which he’d touched himself up to your mouth, two fingers patiently waiting on your lips to be licked. Knowing this song and dance, you opened your mouth, your tongue searching and finding his fingers instantly. Whilst you were sufficiently coating his fingers in spit, his dark eyes moved over your body. “We’ll be done once I say we’re done.”
The authoritative comment did little to turn you on, his possessive and romantically laced comments from earlier still making you feel weird. Still, when he pulled his fingers from your mouth and lowered them to your pussy to lubricate your entrance, the few flicks he performed against your clit did make your chest rise from the mattress a bit. 
Pressing his forehead to yours, he quickly grabbed his cock and pushed it inside you, a satisfied sound leaving his throat as he successfully entered you. The pace he set was slow, gentle in a way that made you want to cry.
“Don’t betray me.” He said, and you felt your stomach turn at the pleading tone accompanying it. It was hard to enjoy the way he rolled his hips against yours, pushing his cock further into you, when your mind was miles away. How could you be present when all you wanted was to leave and forget he’d ever disappointed you like this. “I’ll do much worse than kill you if you do.”
That wasn’t a lie. He’d probably lock you up, steal your ability and hurt you until you didn’t have the strength to fight him anymore. Maybe he’d cut your legs off, maybe he’d bind you to a bed until malnutrition and muscle decay did the work for him. That part didn’t scare you, it was what he’d do after that that terrified you. He’d keep you with him, sleep next to you, and trace your injuries. He’d insist you read with him, watch movies with him, make love to him instead of the distant sex you preferred. He’d love you, earnestly and in his own way, and you’d rather die than experience it, since it would mean the man you loved was utterly gone.
“You know, don’t you?” He asked. “Please tell me you know.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, desperate for him to shut up.
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yandere-daydreams · 1 year
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Title: Flu Season.
Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader (HxH).
Word Count: 1.6k.
TW: Kidnapping, Mentions of Guns, and Imprisonment.
[I have a fever. Excuse the self-indulgence.]
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It should’ve been enough that you’d just been kidnapped.
Dragged into the storage closet of an art gallery you could barely afford to visit, bound and gagged and blindfolded, the barrel of a gun shoved into the notch underneath your diaphragm as a man with slicked-back hair and a woman in a wine-red suit walked you out of an obscured backdoor and into a windowless van, already stocked with haphazardly packaged paintings and sculptures. It was just business as usual, the woman had explained, as if that would make you feel any better. They’d keep you as a hostage until attention died down, sell off the stolen artwork, and drop you off on the outskirts of the nearest city, alive and unharmed. As long as you didn’t put up a fight or get on anyone’s nerves, you’d walk away just fine.
Or, mostly fine, at least. Really, you had to be the unluckiest person in the world.
It wasn’t enough that you’d just been kidnapped by some shady, hyper-violent gang of thieves.
You had to get kidnapped, then come down with a cold.
Or the flu. It might’ve been the flu. You definitely had a fever. You couldn’t take your temperature, but you could feel those tell-tale chills, the splitting headaches, the constant pull of an exhaustion no amount of sleep would’ve been able to sedate. Your throat was raw from coughing, your head pounding and your tongue permanently dry, but you’d resigned yourself to nursing the lukewarm glass of stale water you’d gathered the strength to get for yourself more than a few hours ago. You barely had the energy to stand, but it wasn’t as if you could ask your kidnappers to wait on you. They seemed begrudgingly tolerant of your presence – vaguely amused at best, mildly annoyed at worst. It was safer not to draw any attention to yourself, even if that meant suffering alone for another few days.
Another sudden chill, another knot of ache in the back of your skull. You shuddered, pulling the small pile of blankets and quilts you’d amassed that much closer. The abandoned mansion they’d chosen as their temporary lair was an awful, drafty structure – all rotting wood and dirt-caked windows and thin walls that did nothing to keep out the winter air. You’d holed yourself up in one of the countless decaying bedrooms, but even the surprisingly clean king-sized mattress offered little consolation. That, paired with the holes in the walls, the layer of dust coated over every surface, didn’t make you feel very—
Your bleary thoughts were cut off by the sound of your bedroom door creaking open, of quiet footsteps approaching the spot where you laid. You shot up on reflex, but that immediately proved to be a mistake – a jolt of pure agony racing from the nape of your neck to your temples and settling in the space just behind your eyes. Cursing under your breath, you buried your face in your hands, doing your best to block out the light and soothe the sudden pain, but you didn’t have much time to console yourself. The intruder had already reached your bedside, the plush mattress dipping under their weight as they settled into your space. You spared them a withering glance, but once again, that only seemed to make things worse.
For whatever reason, the thieves’ leader himself – Chrollo, if memory served – had seen fit to pay you a visit.
And just when you thought your day couldn’t get any worse.
You stiffened, pressed your back into the dilapidated headboard, did what you could to make yourself look small and unremarkable without giving him the impression that you were meek enough to go down without a fight (despite the fact that, if worst came to worst, you probably would). For what it was worth, he didn’t seem hostile. If anything, the expression written across his face was one of pleasant neutrality – a slight smirk paired with a distant look in his eyes, like he had a million things to do and whatever he’d come to you for barely ranked on his list of concerns. When he noticed you were looking at him, he didn’t move, didn’t say anything. Rather, he only lifted the hand furthest from you, bringing a nondescript plastic bag into your line of sight and placing it in front of you gingerly, as if he was leaving a hunk of raw meat in front of some exotic beast.
It was only when you failed to react that he started to explain himself. “I heard you were sick.”
Fuck. And you thought you’d managed to fly under his radar.
“I… I think it’s just a cold.” Because colds were safer than flus, easier to recover from and only half as contagious. Because they were less likely to decide you weren’t worth the effort it’d take to keep you around if you just had a cold. “I should be alright in a couple of days, but if you think we’ll need to move before that—”
“Oh, no, it’ll be another week or so before we move on. You'll have plenty of time to recover.” He spoke casually, as if they weren’t wanted fugitives. As if you weren’t a bargaining chip for them to flaunt in front of the police if things went south. He gestured towards the bag, his grin growing just a little wider. “Let me know if I missed something. I tried for variety, but I can make a second trip if you find that your needs haven’t been met.”
Hesitantly, you took up the bag, dragging it into your lap and pulling it open. The contents consisted of what a friend might’ve brought over after you’d missed a morning lecture to a particularly bad hangover. Mineral water, tissues, brand-name painkillers and generic cough medicine. There were a few sporadic add-ons, too – chocolate bars, two bracelets with matching broken clasps and a silver wedding band, a miniature teddy bear that’d clearly been plucked off of a Valentine’s Day clearance rack, but you choose not to linger on those any longer than you had to. Honestly, you were just glad not to find any bullet casings or disembodied extremities. “One of nen’s many silver linings. Once your body surpasses a certain point, illness tends to be more of a peripheral hazard than a daily inconvenience,” he went on, as you rummaged through the bag. “I’m a little out of practice, but hopefully, this will suffice.”
You weren’t exactly sure what he was talking about, but you did your best to nod along, only letting a small portion of your confusion shine through. None of this made sense, none of this was anything you’d ever thought to prepare yourself for, but when he finished, you scrambled to respond, as eager to please as he seemed to be to soak in your praise. “Thank you. It’s perfect, I—” The air hitched in your throat, and anything you might’ve said broke down into a violent coughing fit, only somewhat stifled by the back of your hand. He was still staring at you, when you found the strength to look toward him again, still wearing that fucking smile. Something quirked inside of your chest, and you turned away from him sharply. “I appreciate it, I really do, b-but I’m not sure what’s going on, and I don’t want to disrespect the— your—”
“The Phantom Troupe,” he finished. “My Spiders.”
“Right. That. I don't know how to deal with that.” You shook your head, letting out a slight sigh. “I’m sorry, I don’t really keep up with the world of high-class art theft.”
“Oh, we steal all sorts of things. Art, antiques, the occasional organ.” He paused, then seemed to brighten, his tone taking on a kind of childlike eagerness. “A few years ago, a buyer I’m closely acquainted with was interested in amassing a collection of teeth from notable living figures. It was a dull job, but it paid well enough, and my group made the most of it. We're very versatile.”
There was another chill, this time with a source other than your smoldering fever. You wrapped your arms over your chest, shrinking into yourself, but if Chrollo cared about how reflexively you pulled away from him, he didn’t seem to think of it as a mistake that couldn’t be corrected with a breath of a laugh, a slight tap to his knee. “Come here.”
It wasn’t a question, a request, but you considered refusing for one brief, delusional second before ignoring your better judgment and moving towards him – gradually, at first, as slowly as you were able to, until you’d gotten just a little too close and he was able to lash out, to snake an arm around your waist and pull you against his chest. There was a low chuckle, a hand brought to your cheek before it was used to brush the hair away from your face. He held you like that for a long moment – tucked against him, fingers tangled in your hair, his lips ghosting over your forehead – before his grip slackened and his hand fell back to your waist, his face soon buried in the crook of your neck. “Poor thing,” he muttered, his voice muffled by your skin. “You’re burning up.”
He let you go as quickly as he’d taken you up, unraveling himself from you and rising to his feet. There was a click of his tongue, a new lilt to his smile, and when he spoke, he did so with a certain lightness – as if he was playing a role he’d spent just a little too long preparing for. “I’ll make tea. Try to get some rest while I’m gone.”
You waited for him to leave, but he didn’t move, didn't look away from you. With no small amount of trepidation, you turned your back to him, lying on your side and drawing the tussled blankets over yourself.  That earned a hum of approval, but you didn’t let yourself so much as breathe until you heard his light footsteps, until the bedroom door groaned closed and you were left alone with only the impending knowledge that you wouldn’t be, for very long.
At least things couldn’t get any worse, right?
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chrollohearttags · 1 year
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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫: 𝐡𝐱𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏/𝟑)
extra incentive • c. lucifer
synopsis: your study buddy has always been the laid back type, never really showing interest in anything other than books…that is until the two of you decide to relieve some stress before an upcoming exam.
“You know what they say about the quiet ones. Is it true?” “You’re more than welcome to come find out.”
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content warning: modern/college au, black fem reader, fingering, hair pulling, corruption (ish) kink unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), riding, squirting, choking, nerd!Chrollo, talk of sex/inexperience
word count: 3.8K
this is the first installment to a three part commission from @annie-franny. Thank you so much for your support and entrusting me with this piece! HunterxHunter is my all time favorite show and I’m happy to be writing for some of my favorite characters. Hope you enjoy, love! 💕
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faint raindrops rang outside the windowpane of the fourth floor dormitory..co-ed and co-opted by bright eyed, eager attendees of Yorknew State College. A learning facility of the highest caliber; regarded in the ranks of Cambridge and Oxford in terms of intelligence. Among those in the top bracket of brilliant minds were none other than Chrollo Lucifer. A prodigal genius who came from very humble beginnings and managed to secure a full ride scholarship to the school due to his exceptional educational achievements. Including two award winning literary dissertations on inequality and disproportionate educational opportunities in lower income neighborhoods. A life he knew all too well. Doing so while only being a senior in a vocational school. A man who was as handsome as he was mysterious, leaving many to wonder how he ended up at such a prestigious place. His knowledge only ascended from there and now, he sat as a shoe-in for valedictorian and alongside him was the only person who could probably be considered his equal and quite honestly, one of his only friends.
(Y/N) (L/N), a bright eyed beauty with a kind soul and kindred spirit. Born with an innate gift for reading and all things literature related, you excelled above your peers in no time, surpassing even the most intelligent in every subject. You would spend your lunchtime in the library, grasping every novel, book or composition pertaining to the studies of history; more so specifically your own that the school system refused to teach. Such a curious mind so it came as a surprise to no one when doing college applications, you were among the first to receive an acceptance letter from Yorknew State College nonetheless. Somehow, someway..you and Lucifer ended up intertwining and crossing paths in the campus bookstore. Where a bond formed and you’ve been close ever since, bouncing off ideas, sharing your love of reading and always studying together..hence why now, he was seated in the middle of your floor, cross legged and glued to a textbook as he tapped the back of his pen to the edge of the small table in front of him.
“Damn, Chro. You’re gonna drive me up a wall with that. You’ve been doing it for the past ten minutes.” An obviously irate (y/n) blurting out from the comfort of your bed, knees cradled to your chest with your laptop secured on top of them. You weren’t one to be on edge ever but in comparison to this man, he’d make even the most serene person look mad. Never even getting angry once in all the time you had known him, he truly had the patience of a saint. Oftentimes leaving you to wonder would anything make him tick..
“Oh, I’m sorry, (y/n). Didn’t even realize it. I’ll stop.”
but today, you were both a bit nervous, due in part to a huge assignment coming up in your most important course. One that would determine many things going forward for both of you. More so in terms of personal achievements but important nonetheless. In a frustrated huff, you’d close your computer and slump over, releasing a whiny sigh. “Ugh, I can’t wait for this stupid test to be over. I can’t take it anymore. I feel like I’ve read at least ten different books in the past two days. My head is about to explode.” As dramatic as it sounded, Chrollo most certainly mirrored your sentiments, even if he wasn’t as expressive of it. An exam with over two hundred questions pertaining various works throughout time on random subjects and you’d have to quote excerpts, pick out lines from precise chapters and remember not only the details but page numbers as well. It was so much. “Patience, my sweet (y/n). We’ll knock this exam out of the park and it’ll be done before you know it.”
but luckily you had one another to bounce ideas off of and keep each other accountable. However, it wasn’t lost on you that it was Saturday evening and you were spending it holed up in a room, studying. Normally, it was something that never really crossed your mind. Truthfully, a lot of your peers lacked focus and drive. Not too worried about their failures or fuck ups because they had a silver spoon awaiting them if they couldn’t feed themselves. It infuriated Chrollo and thus, he withdrew even more from his classmates. Isolated and feeling like a loner, he clung to you like a moth to a flame shockingly. So much so, he had eyes for no one else. Even when girls all around campus practically threw themselves at him constantly and had paid them no mind. Dating, relationships, hookups…it all seemed like such a hassle. Trivial things that served him no purpose. He much rather be nose deep in a book, expanding his knowledge than doing anything else. Still, he’d be lying if he said his mind didn’t wander from time to time…
about that girl with these wired rim, round glasses…concealing those dark, deep set eyes. Black coils setting pretty atop your head, skin like honey of the richest variety…needless to say, Chrollo was rather smitten and it wasn’t an honor that he wielded loosely. It took a lot to catch the eyes of the prodigal genius. So when you posed a rather peculiar question, he was a bit nervous to answer.
“Hey, Chro?”
“Yes?”
turning his attention towards you with his signature flat smile..those handsome boyish looks that always caused a flutter or two in your heart. Jet black tufts fluttering on either side of his porcelain smooth face, tied by a headband to keep strays tucked back. Tonight, sporting a hoodie with the school insignia along with a pair of gym shorts covering his lanky frame. It was easy to see why he had everyone’s attention.
“Why don’t we ever go to any parties? Are we like the only ones on campus reading like an old couple on a Saturday night?” However, it wasn’t something that phased him in the slightest and rather than being offended, Chrollo would just laugh and flip to the next page of his very intriguing novel.
“You’re free to go if you’d like, no one’s stopping you from attending any of them.” Stating so matter of factly without so much as even glancing in your direction. To most, things like that came off as condescending but you knew that he just didn’t show much emotion about anything. If you asked him a question, he’d simply answer it with no motive or malice behind it. It was something that initially frustrated you but that you had now grown to love. As with many things about this enigma of a man. Slouching off of the bed, (y/n) crawled a few feet over to him, slinging an arm around the back of his neck in a flustered huff. “I knowww, but they wouldn’t even be fun without you.” “I couldn’t understand why. I’m not much for gatherings so I’d be nothing more than a wallflower..if anything, I’d be rather boring." That's when you’d probe him with another question, still hanging onto his slender frame..your head resting on his back. With your hands coiling his chest, you could feel his heart racing and obviously, nothing ever got him excited but it was something so different about you. He wasn’t much for affection or physical touch but somehow, he didn’t mind when you held him. You guys were incredibly close and comfortable so it came as no surprise that you’d ask him such a thing with no shame. “…Chro..are you a virgin?”
causing the dark haired man to choke up in laughter. You two rarely ever kept secrets from one another but then again, most information relayed between you guys was pertaining to academics and knowledge. None of this trivial nonsense. However, something must’ve sparked this sudden curiosity about his intimate life. “That’s a bit invasive, don’t you think?” “Just answer the question please.” obvious that you were going to persist on this, he’d release a deep breath and shut his book, turning to properly face you as he gave you his response. “If you must know…no, I am not a virgin.” He was, however, completely celibate until the proper person came along and changed it. Even so, it shocked you and he’d cackle, wondering why your mouth was agape.
“What? Are you surprised?” And as horrible as it sounded to admit, you were a bit taken aback. “A little bit! Just doesn’t seem like it’s something you’d be into. No offense.” You figured him to be completely clueless on the topic of sex but alas, he had been with two people in his young lifetime. Some woman he lost his virginity to and a girl he hooked up with in a one off exchange. Neither time was some profound experience that kept him coming back for more or even drew him closer to the girls. It was just something that happened and it wasn’t something that he had ever pondered on. However, spending the last year or so growing closer to you had his mind wandering. Believe it or not, he was rather smitten with you. The only one to really make him take a second look nowadays. Watching you switch around in those frilly dresses and tight little skirts, looking all cute and bubbly. He’d oftentimes find himself blushing as he watched you part your curls, moisturizing them after wash day. Even offering to help..just because he enjoyed your presence. Carrying your stuff to class and always lingering around, waiting on you to get out as if you were still in high school. How you hadn’t seen it yet was beyond him. Hence why he didn’t do random hookups..you were the sole object of his carnal desires when they arose. Like this current moment.
“None taken. But I have to ask, why the sudden inquisition?..something on your mind?” Questioning so casually with that soft smug smirk on his face. He had to know where this was coming from. Roping a hand around his shoulder blade and collar bone, (y/n) teased his black wefts between your fingertips and giggled. There were a lot of things running through your mind at this point. Things that you weren’t certain you should say out loud…out of fear of rejection or sounding too forward. But since you could trust one another so well…there was no point in hiding it.
“You could say that..I guess what I’m trying to say is..I could use a distraction for a while.” Admitting as you teased your fingertips across his chest. And it didn’t take long for him to pick up the hint you had so blatantly thrown down. Flicking his tongue across his lips, Chrollo ogled back at you for a moment, turning to tip your chin up. It was obvious that there was rising tension between you two that could only be solved one way. That festering desire wasn’t going to disappear unless one of you acted on it.
“So what you’re saying is..” talking so smoothly that in one fell swoop, Chrollo was able to spin and capture you in his grasp, landing both of you on the carpet, his body atop yours and your faces only mere inches apart. “You want me to fuck you? Is that it?” Having never heard him use such brash language. Either way, it was so attractive and sexy. There was a certain glare in his eyes, as if he too had been waiting on this moment. Snaking a hand up your outer thigh, he’d crawl slowly between your parted legs. He wanted you and desperately, all you had to do was give him the say so and he’d dispel any and all preconceived notions you’d had about him. “I mean…I’m simply hoping to test a theory. You do know what they say about the quiet ones. Is it true?” “You’re more than welcome to come find out.”
with that, it was all the declaration you needed. The two of you began engaging in a heated makeout session. Cupping your hands to his face, shoving your tongues into each other’s mouths…trying to peel back layers of one another’s clothing. Swirling them around one another in a flustered haze. Moaning and whimpering whilst things became much more intense. It didn’t take long for either of you to render the other nude or even find your hands roaming all over your entangled bodies…his hands on your hips, running along the seams of your clothing. Sharp gasps elicited by subtle neck sucking; the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin…even whimpering and tossing your head back when he’d glide down to your nipples, faintly licking them just to make you shudder. He’d then work his way between your thighs, glaring up at you with those usually cold, dark eyes; so full of life and lust as he hungrily parted your thighs. His primal instincts took over in an instant. As were your own. “..look at that. So sexy..” in reference to that slick covered slit and swollen pearl protruding through those plump lips. A sight like he had never witnessed before; it was beautiful. “You won’t be mad if I get a taste, will you?” Shaking your head with a slight whimper, anticipating his next move. Mere seconds later, you’d find him greedily feasting on your soaked sex. Flicking his tongue so delicately throughout the sensitive area; teasing the clit, sucking on those folds and leaving soft kisses on that pretty pussy of yours. “Haah!—ahh, Chro! Fuck!..” crying out in a fit of pleasure, sandwiching his head between your hands. Curling your fingers through his soft hair, gently tugging at them but trust, he needed no assistance. “You taste so sweet, my love.” Not with the way he was sloppily spitting and lapping on your cunt. He was so skilled and intricate with the way he did it, you were sure you’d be seeing stars. “Mmmm! Ahh..” making all of those pitiful babbling noises that were only further fueling his desire to devour you. Fucking you tirelessly with his tongue. Feasting until your legs began to shake violently and those sweet nectar-like fluids could no longer be contained and you’d find yourself coming on his tongue..squirting from his impeccable oral. You’d cover your face, in half embarrassment and shock as it riddled your body. “Don’t be shy now, let me see that pretty face..” It wasn’t until he came up for air, his hands softly groping at your breasts did it really dawn on the two of you what was transpiring. But it was a tad bit too late to back out now. Instead, he’d shift to his side midway, propping your smaller frame up on his thigh as to balance you against it. That docile demeanor seemed to dissipate before your eyes and a side you’d never think to see began to awaken..one you’d like very much.
“You see, my sweet (y/n)…what I lack isn’t knowledge, not by a long shot. But experience..experience with the right person.” declaring so sweetly as he stroked the side of your face to help you calm down from your climatic high, only to induce another. Working those pale, slender digits between your jaws and whirled them around. “See..I know things that would make your body tick. Things that would send you into shock and make you cry my name out to the heavens. I would make love to you in ways that would cause your soul to erupt into flames. Every little movement, I’d make certain you fell deeper for me..so addicted that you won’t even dream of another man touching you..alas, I never found that person.” was a mere taste of what I’m capable of.”
all the while he was speaking to you, filling your ear and head with perverse thoughts, Chrollo’s opposite hand snaked around your throat and his eyes averted downward. By now, you were a drooling mess…letting that trail lube your already dripping folds as he shoved those same digits inside of you..working them around. “Hnghh!” “Shhh..just relax.” But he wouldn’t be the only one at work. Soon, he’d instruct you to grasp at his exposed member and coil your fingers around his shaft, slowly working it over. Not for nothing, but he wasn’t lacking in size either..girthy and thick but long also. That pink tip emitting pearlescent white precum. You were so needy and impatient, wanting to feel him right away but it wasn’t plausible. He doubted that you couldn’t even take it…
“That is until now. Until I met you, (y/n). I’ve dreamed of this moment and having you all to myself..now I’ve gotten it.” grunting into your ear, sucking on his teeth as you continued to massage him between your fingertips. Neither of you could maintain this charade of teasing much longer so with one final kiss to your temple, Chrollo hoisted you up ever so slightly, barely breaking the contact of your skin and gave one last command:
“Go ahead, put it in yourself.”
something about that primal energy he was tapping into really turned you on. Making you yelp while you worked yourself down to his aching tip. Pulsating as it split you open..causing you both to audibly gasp once it met the silky warmth of your insides. He had to all but restrain himself from hammering up into you but it had been quite some time since he felt a sensation like this one. “Mmmm…God, you’re so tight. But don’t worry..I won’t go too fast. We’ll take our time until you can fit all of me. We won’t rush it.”
talking you through those movements his palms placed to your hips and your back to his chest. It was while you were becoming one and getting acclimated with those strokes did he begin to buck upward very gently; meeting you halfway while giving you steamy, sloppy tongue kisses. You couldn’t stop moaning into his open mouth and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He wanted to squeeze on those beautiful breasts, pinch your nipples between his fingertips and especially, massage that swollen clit. Although, he’d save that last one for the right moment. You’d more than likely come entirely too quickly. So he’d settle for giving you affirmations to keep you going. Bouncing up and down on his dick, trying to eventually make it disappear inside of that pretty pink flesh. But as it stood, you could only take it about halfway to the hilt. Sounds of squelching and colliding flesh filled your tiny room and right there on that floor, your bodies clashed in heated ecstasy and bliss. Eventually, he was able to push it in a bit more before you found an established rhythm. “Keep going. Yes..you’re doing so good. Riding me like this…and you’re creaming all over it. Are you going to milk me too, sweetheart?” Cooing whilst sucking on his teeth, tossing his head back in pure pleasure. That pussy was something special and he wanted to savor it for as long as possible.
“Yes, ‘wanna make you come for me…fuck!” Whimpering so pathetically and sweetly, it made his cock twitch..that throbbing, continuing to fill your flesh. By now, the two of you had established a synchronized rhythm and pace. (Y/N) riding him, rolling your hips and subtly shaking your ass; standing atop your tiptoes even, when he fucked you. “Ooh, just like that. Look at how nicely you’re taking me now. Opening up so good..” now gripping the thick of your plump ass, now starting to thrust upward. He was enjoying your little tricks and show but he couldn’t hold back any longer. Having not been releasing pent up energy or realizing that he needed to, Chrollo was coming undone by the second, rutting his hips into you with that firm grip. “You don’t have to hold back, sweetheart. Come..make a mess of me. Let it all out..” with that affirmation, you’d release every drop of your sweet, squirting cum..as well as any stress or agitation in your body. Those much needed endorphins rushing through your systems. Spent and out of breath, you’d collapse against one another right there on the floor..panting and laughing. You couldn’t remember the last time either of you had felt this good.
“That was…something.”
“Yes it was..”
most certainly agreeing on that front. Something that was beneficial for the both of you. Now he felt as if they were able to conquer anything after that. And so did you!..clutching your arm, he’d gently caress it and kiss your forehead. “Well I suppose that’s one way to clear your mind.” Making the joke as he turned to face you, staring at you in a way he’d never stared at anyone in his entire life. Because in all honesty, he had never shared a connection like that with anyone. He’d never been one for a relationship or even casually hooking up..his sole focus was academics but after this? He felt as if he could make an exception for his favorite person perhaps. Clasping your fingers together, Chrollo made another declaration, one you couldn’t refuse. “I don't know about you, but I’m ready for this test now. My head is ten times more clear than it was.” “I’m glad to hear it. Tell you what…pass it and I have much more where that came from.” Just then, your features illuminated with a sparkle he had never quite seen in those beautiful eyes of yours..
“Mmm..I don’t think that’ll be much of a problem.”
giving you all the extra incentive you need.
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nightqueen1221 · 2 years
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Main Four Sleeping Headcannon
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TOGASHI IS STARTING THE MANGA AGAIN YAY, I MADE SO HEAD CANNONS TO CELEBRATE!!!
Gon Freccss
-Ok so, it kinda depends.
-If it's before Greed Island, he can not stay still for the life of him.
-You two could fall asleep lying on your side's looking at each other.
-The next morning he will some how be only one foot, tangled in the blanket, be on the bed and the rest of his body sprawled about on the floor.
-It's impressive where you can find him sometimes.
-Now if it's after Greed Island.
-Bisky made him and Killua do the training of sleeping with a rock over their heads.
-After that experience, he stay completely still.
-Some nights he might go back to his normal sleep ways of somehow being on the complete opposite side of the bed than last night.
-If he was taking a nap of something, you can hear him sleep talk and it's really cute.
-"Killua, don't... Y/N not you too"
-You can hear him whisper your name, Killua's name, Kurapika, Leorio, Aunt Mito, anyone he loves.
-He doesn't get nightmares all that much so having to comfort him on that is rare.
-And even when he does he would just hold you close and calm down knowing you're beside him.
Killua Zoldyck
-Stiff AF
-He still moves around but looks basicly the exact same as when he fell asleep.
-He really likes to cuddle with you.
-He wants to be the big spoon.
-Don't get me wrong.
-He's going to be the big spoon.
-He just likes the idea of you holding him in your sleep.
-He never really had someone hold him in a comforting way and it makes him feel cared for.
-He smiles when you hold him, or you two are just cuddling.
-But he will die trying to hide these facts.
-He doesn't snore like, at all.
-He's trained to be quite so he more or less just has really soft breathing.
-He likes scary movies but if you watch them before bed, sometimes you're lucky, and he gets extra soft because either you or him got scared.
-He'll also be playful about it.
-Hogging the blankets, pillow fights at midnight, even pushing you off the bed.
-If you get hurt, physically or emotionally, he'll apologize.
-Might sound weird, but he likes to pull you close and smell you.
-Your body is calming to him.
Kurapika
-Honestly, Kurapika is always kind average when it comes down to things.
-His height, his weight, he is just kinda, normal.
-So when it comes to sleeping he doesn't move a huge amount like Gon but isn't stiff like Killua.
-He gives you goodnight kisses before tucking both of yourselves in.
-He really doesn't care about how you two sleep, other than he wants to be facing you.
-He gets nightmares often due to his clan's death.
-He doesn't really cry when he wakes up, he is more or less just shocked.
-He wakes up hyperventilating and shaking but does nothing more than that.
-If you wake up from this, he'll apologize for waking you and tell you to go back to sleep.
-They only time he will cry from a nightmare is if you comfort him.
-He just can't keep his emotions together anymore so he just spills.
-BTW you are like, never going to wake up next to this man.
-He wakes up at like 3am and only if you get up earlier or the same time is when you see him.
-He actually looks at peace.
-Like he is content with his life.
Leorio Paladiknight
-He sleeps in weird ways like,
-His legs are just going where ever they like and no one can stop it.
- Also snores...and it's loud.
-Drolling as well.
-His man is a mess.
-When going to sleep is a time the both of you enjoy
-He stays up pretty late due to needing to study.
-When he does sleep, either you're already asleep or you're waiting for him.
-If you can't sleep he'll read to you when when or if you want.
-He walks over to bed, lifts the blanket up and pulls him self under, and he always hugs you.
-He likes to pull you into his chest with his head over top of yours.
-He slowly rubs his hand up and down your arm.
-He likes to sleep in a way of where he is the big spoon.
-If you have long hair he'll run his hands though it if you allow him to.
-He gives you a goodnight kiss as well.
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forcefulkitten · 2 years
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here to stay
[uvogin x fem! reader]
summary: a man who partook in the slayings that claimed the lives of innocent people broke into your house in the dead of the night with the intention of residing there.
warnings: 18+, nsfw, mentions of death and torture, blood and injury, dubious-consensual sex, overstimulation
word count: 2,678
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Faint noises of movement coming from downstairs in the living room woke you from your slumber. You rubbed the sleep out your eyes, squinting at the cable box to read the time. 2:17 A.M. ‘It’s just Mittens,’ you thought to yourself while scooting out of bed, clad in only panties and a t-shirt. That crazy cat of yours was always up to no good during weird hours. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep if you didn’t make sure.
Light from the living room television downstairs could be seen illuminating the area from the top of the steps where you stood. Panic finally set in when you heard the refrigerator door slam, followed by heavy steps that halted soon after. ‘Authorities suspect the burglary that left numerous people dead was done by none other than the Phantom Troupe. If you see any of the individuals pictured here, please alert the crime hotline immediately.’ Whoever was inside your house decided to watch the news and enjoy your beer. They cracked open a can and gulped the liquid down, burping loudly, the sound of aluminum rattling against the floor when they tossed it aside. 
Emergency services were dialed on your phone, ready to call at any moment. The smartest thing to do would be calling for help instantly but fear clouded rational decision making. You were careful while tip-toeing down the steps, poking your head out when you reached the bottom. Mittens was seated on the lap of a burly man dressed in a white tank top with what appeared to be bearskin lined shorts and boots.
“You’re real brave demandin’ pets from me,” the intruder taunted. His voice was husky, comparable to his appearance. 
Surely this was a dream. You hoped you weren’t witnessing a stranger caressing Mittens while sitting on your couch. Blinking twice did nothing to change the scenario playing in front of your eyes. You counted to three before revealing yourself. 1… 2.. 3.
The grizzly man didn’t even flinch when he noticed you standing a few feet away from him. Your body was trembling, one hand gripping your phone tight with a finger hovering over the call button to alert the authorities.
“Hey! You need to leave my house now. I— I’m calling the police,” you shuddered, stumbling over your words in a small panicky voice.
He stood to his full height, a crazed smile blooming on his face that showcased large, pearly white teeth. You subconsciously stepped backwards as he walked towards you until you hit the wall. He reached for your cell phone, snatching it out of your hold with minimal effort.
“Quit complaining or I’ll shut you up permanently. Act like that little guy over there,” he expressed in a dry tone, pointing at Mittens who was licking his paw, completely unbothered. The giant man then snapped your phone in half between his thumb and index finger before dropping the pieces.
You didn’t know what was worse— him breaking into your home or the smug demeanor he displayed knowing you were no match for him. You felt paralyzed, every hair on your body standing tall in fear. With your mind racing a million miles per minute, your ears cancelled the voices of the news anchor in the background until the same message from earlier replayed.
‘Authorities suspect the burglary that left numerous people dead was done by none other than the Phantom Troupe. If you see any of the individuals pictured here, please alert the crime hotline immediately.’
The television displayed the face of the man standing in front of you. You crouched down, arms wrapped around your knees as you stared wide eyed at the floor. 
The man generously granted you a few seconds before dragging you across the floor by your wrist towards the sofa, springs creaking when his full weight shifted onto it. He tugged your wrist upwards, instructing you to sit on his lap by patting his thigh with his opposite hand.
“Easy now, there’s no use in fighting,” he taunted with a raised brow. 
The feeling of utter defeat washed over you as you sat on his oversized lap, facing him with your legs wrapped around his waist. He was a gruff guy but definitely not an eyesore.
“Name’s Uvogin. What about you, little lady?”
Calloused finger pads traced circles in your back while he waited patiently for your response. He sighed, accepting you weren’t going to answer, “Whatever. You’ll tell me eventually.” 
The wall clock read 3:48 A.M.
An entire hour and a half had passed since you were woken up. Even though the man, now known as Uvogin, was warm and encompassing, that didn’t allow you to melt into his hold immediately. You simply existed, taking up room on his lap next to Mittens who was sleeping on his shoulder. Thankfully, it seemed there was no rush from him to make you speak or return unwilling affection. He scrolled through the television channels, settling on a late night sitcom that made him stifle his laughter to prevent Mittens from waking up. How cute, an intruder being considerate of your overly trusting cat. 
The discomfort and fear eventually took a backseat, letting fatigue consume you. Maybe it was Uvogin’s ragged breathing as he was in and out of a nap, or how he smirked at you with low lidded eyes. You were unsure of what made you think it was okay to lean your head against his free shoulder. Both Uvogin and Mittens were resting so you figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to do the same.
A rocking motion stirred you out your sleep, the feeling of something thick grinding against your clothed cunt languidly. You barely opened your eyes when you registered exactly what was happening. Uvogin’s hands were gripping your ass, rocking your hips against his shaft. He groaned in approval and although he wasn’t buried inside of you, the friction was enough to work him up. Based on the slick, warm feeling of wet fabric clinging to your folds— you’d definitely soaked through your panties. Every ridge of his cock teased your clit precisely enough that it was clear he had released himself from his pants during some point of your slumber. The body has two reactions when you’re in the presence of something terrifying. Fight or flight. You’d come to the realization that breaking out of this man’s hold would be impossible without a fight but still, your attacks would be powerless in comparison so that wasn’t really an option either.
You stirred gently in his grasp to indicate that you had woken up. Without hesitation Uvogin leaned in for a kiss, his lips instantly overtaking yours. Less than a minute after, his tongue pried it’s way into your mouth and yours became sore from trying to keep up with his strong, overpowering pace. After a few minutes, Uvogin thought you were separating from the kiss for air. It made sense in his mind so he was completely taken off guard when you leaned your head backwards and head-butted him in his mouth. He was left with bloodied lips and much to your dismay, his grip on you didn’t let up in the slightest. The man smiled wickedly, showcasing blood-stained teeth.
“A fighter huh? Just my type!”
Uvogin turned the television off before kicking off his boots and heading upstairs with you settled around his waist, your hands clawing at his chest and occasionally slapping him across the face. Once in your bedroom, he tossed you onto your bed and proceeded to close the window, every step he took shaking the foundation of your house. The nearest object to you was a candle on your nightstand. You threw it, aiming for his head but he caught it mid air, setting it beside the windowsill. He began completely ridding himself of his pants, revealing his entire length that was colossal in size. You weren’t an idiot, it was clear where things were headed when the bed shifted underneath his weight.
“That little stunt you pulled will cost you. It’s still going to hurt anyway, that’s how it is with a guy like me.”
The night moon casted a shadow that made him resemble a monster; his teeth shining as he loomed over you. He was grinning from ear to ear like a predator who finally captured their prey. You were reminded again that up close, the man wasn’t as uneasy to look at… aside from the busted lip, courtesy of you. Hazel eyes. Pointed nose. Chiseled jaw. It was a shame you only met him through these circumstances.
The obvious comprehension you were outmatched in all sense of the word coaxed you to lift your hips as he peeled your panties off, tossing them aside afterwards.
“Deep breath, alright?”
He waited patiently for you to inhale deeply before pushing a single finger inside your cunt. The stretch was far more than you’d felt by your own fingers and even those of other partners. Bunching the sheets up into your fists, you tried ignoring the sting between your legs while he worked you open but your whines slipped out into the once tensely quiet room.
Uvogin attentively watched you for any sign of excruciating pain, knowing he had to take things slowly with you because of his size. However, having a woman panting heavily while clenching around him really tested the little patience he had. By the time he added a second finger inside, circular white flashes of arousal shrouded your vision. You arched your back because of the pleasure, wordlessly appreciating his dexterity while he drilled into you until he was knuckle deep, watching you mewl and grip his forearm as you came quicker than ever before.
He pulled out of you and examined his slick covered fingers before stroking his aching cock languidly. The need to take you right then and there was at an all time high; in his mind there wasn’t a single point in waiting longer. You took him by surprise when you took your shirt off and spread your legs wider for him, positioning your knees by your shoulders and reaching out for him to fill the space between you two.
Acting hastily was your biggest regret. He lined himself up with your slick heat, pressing his bulbous head against your entrance that wasn’t inviting to his size. How he was going to fit inside you was a mystery that would soon be uncovered. Uvogin gritted his teeth and sunk his erection into you inch by agonizing inch, hissing at how tight you were. Your heart was beating so heavily the vibrations drummed against your ears, drowning out the sound of him muttering what you could only predict was concern. His thrusts were short and powerful; the main goal being to bury himself inside you at a humane pace. You hiccuped in a sweaty daze until he was fully sheathed in your plush walls, stroking your cheek as a meek attempt of comforting you.
The position you were in had to be one of the least forgiving of them all. Majority of Uvogin’s weight snapped against the underneath of your thighs, knocking the air out your lungs from the driving force behind his ministrations. That’s not to say he didn’t feel slightly guilty since you and Mittens had been more obedient than expected but right now, this was about his pleasure so he blissfully ignored the look of exhaustion across your fucked out face. It didn’t help there was little for you to ground yourself with, making you reach out for him. When he leaned forward with hands on either side of your head, his body forced yours deeper into the mattress. The scent radiating off him was a blend of musk and blood. Disgusting, really, considering he hadn’t even washed off after committing crimes, your home most likely the location he immediately retreated to afterwards. Regardless, the monstrous cock your walls struggled to adjust around pushed the feeling of revulsion out of mind.
Uvogin continued to stuff your tight heat to its expanse at an unyielding pace, pressure finally breaking the tight coil that was inescapable. He formed a grin as he watched your body submit to him. His thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, your orgasm quickly transitioning from pleasant to overstimulating in a matter of seconds. Throaty grunts escaped him as his end came right after yours, his length pulsing in your walls; coating your womb with the lust he held back while on business. A few more slow strokes and he then pulled out of you, his throbbing member twitching while it rested against your stomach, leaking remnant strings of cum against your soft skin. You both made out vehemently, hands firmly gripping one another while you came down from your high, only separating from the kiss after you were completely out of breath. 
You excused yourself from the bedroom to clean yourself up, cranking the shower on to wash off and mull over the events that took place. Uvogin didn’t barge in as you expected, which gave you plenty of time to gather your thoughts before the water ran cold. The house was too quiet when you stepped out of the bathroom… ‘Maybe he fell asleep,’ you guessed.
A wave of disappointment ran through you when you realized he was no longer in your house. Evidentially based on your bedroom window that was wide open, it was clear he must’ve exited through there. It was 5:14 A.M, the sun hadn’t come up yet and your encounter with him went by faster than you imagined it would. You should’ve felt relieved and safe knowing he was gone but you slammed the window shut with enough force to prove that you were bothered by his unannounced exit. There was no time to ponder on his whereabouts when you were exhausted yourself. Mittens settled next to you as you got into bed, the two of you falling sound asleep within minutes. 
The sound of a loud thump against the floor woke you yet again, a repeated offense you were tired of. Mittens peeked his head up curiously. The sun was up, shining across Uvogin who closed the window behind himself, holding a black plastic bag in his hand and a case of beer on his shoulder. You sat up, blinking repeatedly. “W— what the fuck? Why are you here… again?”
Uvogin responded blatantly in a volume too loud for the early hour, “I went to steal the essentials since I’ll be livin’ here. Beer for me, food for the cat and ice cream for the lady!” He tossed the plastic bag onto your bed before placing the case of beer on the floor. You emptied the contents of the bag, feeling the mattress dip under his weight as he sat down. “Didn’t know which flavors you liked so I got them all.”
You stacked the cans of food for Mittens, impressed that Uvogin managed to pick out the exact brand you normally buy. He probably spotted them in your cupboard when he initially broke in or he just had an eye for grabbing the most expensive option on the shelf. The curious cat stepped closer to examine the tower, sniffing it before knocking it over with a firm nudge of his head. Uvogin laughed boisterously, scratching underneath Mittens chin; instantly winning the cats heart and therefore yours too. You sorted through the pints of ice cream he picked and all the flavors were options you enjoyed. Smiling to yourself, you leaned forward and kissed his forehead before ushering the items back into the bag for you to put away downstairs. Uvogin yawned, getting up to take his boots off before pulling the blanket back to finally get some rest. Your voice stopped him before he got under the covers, “The name is Y/N. If you’re staying, go shower first big guy.” You offered in a tone accepting of him calling your place home.
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apollowhoo · 1 year
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just discovered your blog and i love it
can i pls req chrollo as a older brother to the reader pls and also make it fluff
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(oh my god yesss! Chrollo fluff is so underrated fr)
Chrollo x GN!Sibling!Reader
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he is gonna be so overprotective over you especially if you guys have a big age gap. He really doesn't want you to hang around the Phantom Troupe all that much. He always sticks around you, he doesn't want you to get harmed.
if someone does end up hurting you, babe...that person is going to have very heavy consequences. They are gonna regret hurting you, literally.
Outside he isn't all that affectionate but when you two are alone, oh boy. You are his only family so he really does love you and wouldn't let anything harm you. He loves hugging you and he also gives a lots of head pats. You might just be talking to someone, he'd just come to you and pat your head out of nowhere.
If you do end up meeting the Phantom Troupe, he wouldn't let you be with them alone. If you're gonna hang out with them, Chrollo has to be there too. He also wouldn't let you join the troupe, it doesn't matter how old you are he isn't letting you join.
He also spoils you a lot. I mean you probably have good manners but he still spoils you. If you ask for something, it will be front of you in a hour or less.
He is also your teacher. He teaches you all kinds of stuff for example; defending yourself, reading and writing, how to act in different situations. You both read together everyday single day. If you can't sleep, he probably reads you a book out loud. You're also mature for your age, for example if you're like 12-13 you don't just get mad at everyone and everything, you aren't judgemental and stuff.
You two are probably clean freaks. The most proper and clean mfs in existent. You both probably care about the nature too.
(that's really all that came to my mind, i hope it isn't too short)
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kimbap-r0ll · 7 months
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I’m not sure if you do platonic headcanons, but if so, can I ask for some adult trio hcs with a reader that is an immortal vampire, and because they are technically dead, nen doesn’t work on them? So basically as a human they’re powerless to her strength? Just kinda wonder how they’d feel about that
Hi, thank you for the ask! This is an interesting idea
Adult trios with a vampire!reader (platonic)
Hisoka
If it means you're immortal, he hopes you can at least fight because that means you two could be sparring for a long time. However, if you aren't a fighter, that means he can be rough around you and not worry about killing you off by accident :/
I feel like he would be interested in how you came about. Is it like the books say? Or was it through other means? He's more curious than you thought, but he's more focused on what skills you have
Can you see nen? This is quite important since he wants to show off but if you can't see the tricks he does then he'll stick to tricks that non-nen users can see. He likes surprising you with his ability
Overall I feel like he wouldn't care too much about you being an immortal vampire, but it's how good you are at fighting that matters to him. He won't constantly throw punches in your direction but he will want challenges
Illumi
Also similar to Hisoka, he's glad you can stand up on your own and he won't have to worry about accidentally killing you. However, he is a little intrigued by how you are dead but at the same time not
Illumi has a lot of questions too, they're just a little more direct than you would expect. Think like "What kind of blood do you like?" Even though perhaps you don't like drinking blood haha. He also has no problem just coming up and testing out "how immortal" you are, like do you also heal really quickly? He likes you, he's just curious
Doesn't like to think that he can't beat you in a fight. He's not boastful but he is a bit arrogant, so even if you warn him that you literally cannot be killed he'll still be like "no way" or you two might train together (meaning he wants to challenge you to a fight)
Overall he's pretty nice but just a little quirky (honestly who out of the trio is normal though). I feel like he would still tend to your needs better than Hisoka would
Chrollo
You probably thought he was a vampire first with his fashion sense haha. Either way, when he finds out what you are, he's immediately interested. Do you happen to know nen? Exactly how strong would you be if you did? Also has a lot of questions for you, it can get exhausting
He's the only one that won't outright challenge you to a fight, though he is interested in how strong you are. If you happen to be part of the troupe, he'll watch you in action to determine your skills. If you're not in the troupe, he'll mainly ask about it unless you want to demonstrate
Chrollo has read a lot about your kind, but books can only be so realistic. Likes talking to you about what you like, dislike, what you need, etc. He also just likes being around you for who you are regardless of vampire traits
Overall, he's probably the most normal out of them. However, he'll also have no trouble trying to find out more about you without letting you know, which can be a little creepy :/
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vampi-fixx · 1 year
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chrollo lucilfer x reader // hunter x hunter // fluff // 1.1k+ words
not me forgetting i had a whole christmas fic for this man. oops. a spruced up repost.
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Chrollo has a thief's eye. Wherever he looks is calculated, measured—as if he’s mapping out the quickest escape route, or a clever move to gain the upper hand. His gaze is always shrewd, attuned to endless possibilities. 
Which is perhaps why he catches your shift in mood so quickly.
The two of you are strolling down the main street. Now that the hustle and bustle of Christmas has ended, and people no longer crowd the streets, you brought up the idea of venturing into the nicer part of town to admire the lavishly decorated streets.  
While conversation flows easy between you two, as if often does, your voice dies down once you spot something. Chrollo pauses as well, noticing your attention has been caught by something else: a small, decorative Christmas tree perched in the window of a store, which you stare at with something akin to discontent.
“What’s wrong? Is it not to your liking?”
“Ah.” You're startle; you weren’t expecting him to notice. (How quaint. It's almost as if you don't know him—once he finds something that catches his eye, he wants to study every inch of it.) “I was just thinking. I-It’s nothing.” You wave your hand dismissively. His curiosity piques. “It’s stupid.”
“Tell me,” he says, his voice a saccharine concoction you could spend your entire life indulging in. And you have spent hours getting lost in it, listening to the syllables rolling off his tongue like caramel, sometimes in languages you couldn't hope to understand, yet just as entrancing. You suppose that’s what attracts others to the Phantom Troupe—their leader's subtle yet undeniable charisma, his manner of speaking and carrying himself that entices one's attention long before they realize they've fallen into his web.
Including you.
“People like to... decorate things,” you finally say, working past your trepidation. “They like putting ornaments on trees.”
“Mmhmm."
“Well...” You fiddle with the straps of your bag, needing something to ground yourself. “Ornaments have no practical purpose, though. They’re just there to make things look pretty, right?”
“Hmm, yes. That is their function.” You’ve definitely roused his interest now. He draws closer to your side, his eyes bright with curiosity. The way other people’s minds worked has always amused Chrollo; this isn’t the first intriguing question you’ve asked him. He once told you that’s what drew him to you. 
We both have an insatiable curiosity for the secrets of the world, he said. 
(You wonder, however, in the back of your mind, if this is a Pandora’s box you should leave closed. To open it might change things irrevocably.)
“It just makes me wonder... if... you know, between us... if I’m just--is that all I am to you?” You release the last few words in a rush, with the air of someone voicing something into existence that not even they want to acknowledge.
And it’s true. You feel ashamed that these worries plague you. Chrollo is polite, pleasant, the picture of a good boyfriend. 
But that’s the thing. Perfection is sometimes a curse in itself. He’s too perfect. Uneasily so. Too kind. You can’t help but fiddle with the ribbon neatly binding your relationship, wondering what would happen if you pulled the edges apart. What kind of surprise would you find waiting for you?
“Are you making some strange connection between yourself and a Christmas decoration?” Amusement rings heavy in his tone, and it flusters you further. 
You know that he’s a renowned thief. What possible interest does he have in you? What connections could he gleam from you, a mere civilian?
What if you really are just a pretty, silly thing for him to have on his arm? An alibi, a cover-up?
Chrollo, noting your discomfort, breaks the silence.
“Well...” he says, his tone rich with delight. “You’re forgetting something, dear. Ornaments may have no practical purpose, yes, but they add immeasurable value to a tree. Even the smallest ones.”
“You could say the same thing about a blank canvas,” he continues. “It has no value until an artist paints on it. Then it can sell for millions. Or rather, be coveted by just as many.”
You catch his gaze in the mirror, gleaming with intrigue.
“So, while you are pretty...” he says, using your words from earlier, enjoying the way the compliment visibly flusters you. Reaching out, he brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering on your cheek. “I would argue that you do have value, if that’s what you’re concerned about."
He’s so smooth. It’s like he knows exactly what to say to ease any worries away, regardless of how silly or foolish you think they are.
Almost like he can read into you too well. 
You try and think of a response to him, you really do. Your mouth opens with a retort before closing once you realize its futility. Nothing you say could even think of topping that. It’s like he leaves no room for doubt in any conversation.
“Oh... well. That's... good?" you say lamely, all too aware of just how in-eloquent your response is compared to his.
He takes the hint, sparing you further embarassment.
“I take it you won’t want to bring back a discounted Christmas tree, however?” His tone is conversational. He's always good at turning the tides of conversation his way.
You wrinkle your nose. “No thanks. It’s a lot of work.”
“Yes... I don’t believe any of the Troupe has the patience to decorate it.” He chuckles. “Not entirely practical, either, if we’re using your terms.”
"No. It really isn't."
He tilts his head. "Of course, if you really wanted a tree, I suppose... I have my own pretty thing to decorate with, right here,” he says, squeezing your shoulder, drawing you close to him. You stiffen at the unexpected gesture.
His eyes shine with mirth, a rare, playful side to him. One that only you’ve seen. “Maybe you can be the topping to my tree. You’d probably outshine every other decoration.”
“Chrollo!” you hiss, feeling your face grow hot. You know he’s only doing this because you’re out in public, and he knows very well of your bashfulness with public displays of affection. It’s why he only pulls them out to ruffle you.
“What’s wrong? You wanted me to humor you at first, but now it looks like you can’t wait to get away from me.” He flashes you an innocent, wide-eyed look, one that you know entirely masks his sadistic streak.
He spends the rest of the day making quips about trees, and you being the star of his. Enjoying every second of your chagrin. Eventually, his musings are loud enough to attract the attention of a tree seller, who decides a couple “so young and in love” like the two you of you should get your own tree, free of charge.
“Well now,” Chrollo glances between you and the tree. “I suppose we can make your dreams a reality—”
“Please no.”
The eyes of a thief he may have. But coupled with the mouth and unrelenting wit of a sadist? A deadly combination that only Chrollo Lucilfer could encompass.
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If I were Hinright
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ilovekazuhaa · 2 years
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can you do a Machi x fem reader? Where ready was walking around the city with Machi, and a guy started flirt with reader while Machi went to do something (she’ll be back soon). and a random guy starts flirting with reader, and makes her uncomfortable, and tells the guy that shes taken. but hes persistent and refuses to believes thats shes taking “ where is he?” (The guy thought reader was dating a man ☠️) and Machi walks up to reader and the guy and tells him to fuck off and the guy said something offensive, Machi comforts her. its okay if you don’t want to do it 🥰
The pink haired angel
genre: hurt comfort? i think lol
machi x fem reader
in honor of hunter x hunter coming back you KNOW i had to do this. this is the first non encanto thing i’m posting on my blog lol it feels so weird. but yeah anyways enjoy this! sorry if it’s a bit short :))
TW: offensive name calling, mentions of sexual assault
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You walked around Yorknew city with your girlfriend, admiring the beautiful tall buildings, starry sky, and buzzing crowds that surrounded you two. Her cold hands were such a perfect match for your warm ones as they gently held yours, her pale skin glimmering in the starlight. Her pink hair fell down to just above her waist, swaying from side to side as you walked together.
She was dressed in a black tracksuit and she rolled up her sleeve so she could hold your hand. Night had fallen and you guys were looking for something to munch on. The cold breeze tonight was definitely not in your favor because as opposed to Machi, you wore a yellow dress that went a little past your knees, the sleeves reaching to just above your elbows and your hair was up in a loose bun.
You both looked over the bustling shops and restaurants and waited for one of them to catch your attention.
“What are you in the mood for today?” Machi asks you, turning her head away from the restaurant in front of her and towards you.
“Hmm” you thought out loud, tapping your chin with your free hand “Maybe Chinese? Or Mexican?”
The girl nodded her head before turning away and looking for any places that matched your food description. You watched her pink hair ruffle in the wind and the way her eyes darted from place to place, totally focused on looking for what you wanted. Your eyes then wandered to the endless food stands and casinos you passed, the aroma of hot fish and rice filling your nose. Taking a deep inhale of the delicious smell, your hunger only worsened as your stomach began to churn in need of food.
After walking for a few minutes, the girl stopped suddenly, her hand squeezing yours to get your attention.
“Let’s stop for a second.”
“What, why?” you ask, confused.
“I need to get something inside really quick, wait for me out here.”
“Okay, don’t be too long” you respond.
“I won’t” she said “I’ll be less than 5 minutes.”
You brought Machi close and left a quick peck on her lips before she left. The taste of her bubblegum chapstick lingered as you directed you attention back to the food you so desperately wanted. Your stomach rumbled with a desire for any kind of food that would present itself to you.
Your mind wandered to the delicious pastries, rice, chicken, and vegetables you’d probably be eating in less than 30 minutes from now and your mouth watered at the thought. You stared at the chef across from you that made rice, his smile greeting his customers kindly as he passed them bowls of rice with ramen and eggs on top. Seriously, was the universe trying to tease you or something? You were so preoccupied on the food that you didn’t notice the man that had been staring at you, lust controlling his mind and body as he began to have lewd thoughts of you before you even said a single word to him. After a few minutes into your daydream about food, you hear a deep, cocky voice fill your ears.
“Hey cutie, what are you doing out here alone on a friday night? Got any plans?” the man asked as he stood in front of you, blocking your view of the food.
Your attention now shifted onto him and he was really tall and lean. He had black hair that fell just past his shoulders and a short beard. He was dressed in a gray shirt, leather jacket, black jeans, and black boots. His belt was brown but the clasp that held it together was a shiny silver that clacked together every time he scooted his body closer to yours.
All you could do was stay silent and look at the man.
“Aye so we got a quiet one here. My name’s James. What do you say I take you out for dinner tonight?”
As he asks this, he gently takes a hold of your hand and kisses it. They were so warm and a bit sweaty. It disgusted you.
You pulled your hand back “I can’t. I’m sorry, I’m taken.”
The man smiles “Where’s the special guy then? I just wanna talk to him for a little.”
“W-well my partner isn’t here right now and I-”
James walks closer and closer to you until your back is flat against a wall and he places both of his hands on either side of you. You feel your heart rate pick up and your cheeks burn in fear.
“Listen honey, you can either come with me or come with me. I won’t take no for an answer.”
He then brings his hand up and caresses your cheek gently “I’d love to have a sweet little lady like you in my bed tonight.”
He then comes close to give you a kiss but you place your hands on his heavily built chest and push him away. You’ve never felt so disgusted at a sentence in your life, feeling your fight or flight response kick in. Spoiler alert: it was flight.
“No” you say, voice trembling as you broke eye contact with those devilish green eyes “I’m taken. Please leave me alone. I’m not interested.”
The man then laughs, gently grabbing your hands and placing them gently at your sides “Like I said, I don’t see the guy, and if I don’t see him, I’m not gonna believe that he exists, love.”
He leans in once more to kiss you, and you move your face away, ducking under his arms in an effort to walk away. As you try to walk away from him he grabs your hand.
“What’s the rush darling? You’ve got nowhere to be, so come with me.”
James pulls you towards him and you want to scream, but nothing comes out. He pulls you to his chest and starts whispering dirty things in your ear. Your face of disgust is blantly obvious when your eyebrows furrow and you frown. The fear of the situation is really setting in and you want nothing more than to get away from this man. People just kept passing by as this happened, no one putting in any effort to help you out during your time of trouble. As you’re trying to resist by tugging at your arm to pull free, you hear an angry voice call out to the man.
“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
You look over to the source of the voice and a sense relief washes over you. It was Machi. She walked over to the man that held your wrist so tightly it began to turn red and burn.
“Hello cutie” the man whistles flirtatiously as he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close “I’m taking this beautiful lady with me somewhere special. She’s my girlfriend.”
Machi looks at you, cocking an eyebrow before she slips her hand in her jacket pocket.
“That’s weird” she starts, tapping her chin “How is she your girlfriend, when she was the one I kissed 5 minutes ago, hm?”
The man didn’t understand and turned his head in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
Machi smiles and chuckles before she swiftly takes a small knife out of her pocket and puts it to the man’s throat. The tip of the knife was so sharp that just minor contact with the man’s neck made him bleed a bit. He put his hands up and took his arm off from around you as he was backed up against the wall. Her blue eyes pierced through the man’s soul as if they were daggers and her evil smile looked like she was ready to beat him to a pulp.
“What I mean, you idiot is that she’s MY girlfriend and you’re gonna back the fuck off and apologize to her or else I slit your throat. Got that?”
All you could do was sit by and watch your girlfriend resist the urge to kill the man right then and there.
“Y-yes okay. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were taken. I apologize for trying to make moves on you like that.”
Machi almost let the man go until she realized he half assed his apology by saying he didn’t know you were taken. She pressed the blade a little harder to his throat, a little more blood coming out this time.
“Liar. You knew she was taken and you said it several times. Want me to treat your life the way you treated my girlfriend? Apologize correctly, you filthy bastard.”
Machi then kneed him in the stomach and stepped on his foot, rubbing her foot harshly into his so hard that you heard his toes crack. Must be unfortunate to be him in this moment. Sucks to suck.
“Ah! Okay okay! I’m sorry! I should’ve respected your wishes when you asked me to back off. Please forgive me.”
The man sounded so desperate and full of fear that you almost felt bad for him. Machi probably broke a few of his toes and that punch of hers was probably gonna give him some stomach issues for the next few days.
Your girlfriend then wiped away the man’s blood from her knife by using his cheek as a napkin before she finally pulled away from him and let him go. As he ran away, he limped and yelled ridiculously offensive terms to the both of you and said some vulgar things.
“You disgusting sluts! You’re pieces of shit that are gonna end up in hell for what you’re doing you inconsiderate freaks! She was asking for it with what’s she’s wearing! Women are supposed to be with men! You’re disgusting, go rot in hell you gross whores!”
Many people started staring at you both, whispers and murmurs floating around and you both didn’t know what to do.
When the man was finally out of sight, the whispering stopped. Machi turned to you, and cupped your face gently. Her blue eyes were now soft and sweet, filled with nothing but concern.
“Are you okay? What did he do to you?”
Your blank expression met hers and you hugged her as tears filled your eyes. Burying your face in her neck, she stroked your hair and returned your hug. She kissed the top of your forehead and asked you if you wanted to talk about it. You nodded.
After telling her everything, she was so angry and kept mentally shaming herself for leaving you alone.
“I’m sorry you felt unsafe here. I won’t let this happen to you again. I promise” she told you, taking your hand and interlocking fingers with you.
You smiled “I know you won’t, and it’s okay. I knew you’d come in time.”
Machi looked down and reached for her pocket “I knew I should’ve brought you inside with me but I wanted this to be a surprise.”
You then looked down as she pulled something out, wondering what she could have gotten for you.
“Here’s some chocolate to hold back your hunger for a little until we get something.”
She looked away as she held her hand out to you, a light blush forming on her cheeks. You saw that it was your favorite chocolate in a tiny, white clear bag with a red ribbon on it. You couldn’t hide your excitement and the second you saw it, a large gasp escaped you as you smiled.
“Thank you Machi! I love you for this!”
The girl could only shrug and muster out a ‘it’s nothing’ because she was totally a blushing mess at your words. You told her that you loved her because of some chocolate?!?! She tried to seem calm, cool, and collected but inside she was totally freaking out.
“It was the least I could do since I hadn’t made anything for you to eat today” Machi said as her cheeks flushed with that familiar pink color you loved to see.
“It was very thoughtful of you. Thank you” you said, planting a soft kiss on her lips.
You two stared at each other for a few seconds, the butterflies and tension building until your rumbling stomach interrupted your moment. You two burst out into laughter before she squeezed your hand and you two started walking.
“So… Do you know what you’re in the mood to eat now?” Machi asks.
“Yeah” you say, with a smile “I have the perfect place. Follow me.”
And with that, you two continued your trek into the starry night, hand in hand, your stomachs empty and ready to munch of flavorful food.
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marvelmymarvel · 1 year
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Stars and Teardrops
Hisoka x Reader
Synopsis: You didn't know just how intimate painting his face would be until you tried it. Now you can't resist doing it before he leaves the house.
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His hands rested low on your hips, thumbs caressing the bare skin peeking out from your shorts. You were focused, tongue between your teeth as you balanced your wrist on his cheek. "You're such a pretty little thing" he purred up at you, fingers digging into your flesh as you let out a groan.
"Don't talk I'm focusing" you muttered as you let the paintbrush touch his skin. The cold pink paint made him breathe out a quiet moan as you carefully outlined a star on his right cheek. Your eyes narrowed as you got closer, trying to see if your lines were even or not. "Y/n" Hisoka whispered, golden eyes flicking from your focused look to your lips, he just wanted a taste-
He had leaned forward to kiss you but you let out a grunt and pushed him back. "You're going to make me mess up!" You huffed out before grabbing his jaw with your free hand, steadying him as you repositioned yourself so you were slightly hovering over him. He silenced himself and his racing heart as he allowed you to manhandle him, you always were such a perfectionist. "I'm sure it's perfect-"
"AH there!"
A smile formed on his lips at the sight of your satisfied grin, but you didn't pay him any mind as you turned to the paint pot. Gathering more pink paint, you once again ripped him closer as you carefully filled in the star. If it was anyone else handling him like this, they would have been dead. But you were different, always have been, always will be.
You breathed out a sigh of relief as the star was done, quietly muttering to yourself about what color the teardrop, which you were going to do next, should be. "What outfit are you wearing" you finally stated as you sat back, your weight once more being applied to his lap. He only smirked at you as his hands tried to move your hips against him. Clicking your tongue, you ignored him and grabbed the green pot of paint, knowing it would match whatever it was he was going to wear.
Hisokas lips attached to your neck, his hands moving to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. "Hisoka" you moaned out, finally giving in to the way he was making you feel, "You have to be somewhere in an hour"
"I don't want to leave the house anymore" he retorted. His teeth dug lightly into the junction between your neck and shoulder, earning a yelp from you. The paintbrush fell from your hand as you plunged your fingers into his pink hair. "What do you want to do then" your breathing was labored as you awaited his reply, but all you got was him flipping you over so your back was against the bed, "I have a couple ideas... But none of them involve you painting my face"
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hypnoswrites · 2 years
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Purple Mist
whoo! finished the first part of this 
Part 1 of 3
WARNINGS: severe mental health issues, self-harm, violence, mentions of past murder, trauma, grief, mentions of a father and mother, yandere, hallucinations, mental health hospital, mentions of medicating, suicidal ideation
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There are a lot of ways to cope with loss. 
Endless books have been written on the subject, from advertisable self-help books to the more peer-reviewed psychological disseminations. Even in novels, from literature to pulp, grief is a steady subject to address. It’s human after all: you live, you die, or more aptly stated: others die, you live on. For now.
Despite it all, you wondered if anyone could call this living. 
It didn't even feel like surviving.
After what happened, the constant upkeep of the human body and psyche had been too much for you to deal with. There was no room for food, sleep or hygiene, when all you could think of day and night were the events that had transpired. The squabble you’d had that morning, the words your father had spoken to you (”Grab one of those peaches before your mother eats them all. They’re really good”), the heat confining the lot of you to the living room, where the air-conditioning was working overtime. 
It was too much to relive that day continually and function. So you didn’t.
 Function that is. 
You didn’t shower, didn’t feed yourself anything more than canned food and take-out, didn’t sleep for days, choosing instead to stare at the ceiling until your body was so exhausted it just shut down and recuperated until you got hungry again. You threw your phone into the pond beside the house, sick of friends trying to check up on you, and the guilt that came with ignoring their messages. 
You would’ve killed yourself, but that was hardly worth the effort. 
Eventually a neighbor called an aunt, who called an emergency service, and before you knew it, you were shipped off to a mental health facility. There were set times to eat, you were medicated for your newfound insomnia and people talked to you until you were willing to talk back.
It was better to be taken care of, but the constant prying eyes only served to make you feel more like a wounded animal.
None of it really helped.
Some therapies felt nice in the moment, and at some moments you really wanted to book the progress they wanted you to make, but you knew that the second you’d return home, you’d spiral again. Staying was quite a bit easier, if stifling at times. 
No technology, no snacks without explicit approval from one of the nurses and a chess board locked behind bars until there was someone present to oversee a match. Johnny House from B2 always won, which was unfortunate since he was a terrible sport, boasting about his victories for days. Above all, he loved making the ‘the House always wins’ joke, which aggravated patient and employee alike.
Out of a sense of responsibility, you kept showing up, quickly losing faith that any of it would ever work. The nurses already seemed to consider you a lost case after they'd needed to medicate you for the third time that week due to a screaming match.
They looked at you as a pitiful creature, a former human being, reduced to a shameful caricature.
There were good days, sure. But there were also days in which food was crammed down your throat because you refused to eat, syringes jabbed down your neck as you screamed at shadows, your instinctive terror at bright lights even making other patients find you discomforting.
“Get it away from me! Get it away!”
“It can’t hurt you, it’s just some Christmas lights! Don’t you like the holiday?”
“Polly-“
“GET IT AWAY FROM ME-”
“Polly, she’s scaring the others.”
“I know that! It’s gone! See? It’s gone. Calm down. Stop screaming.”
“This isn’t working. Someone call the nurse. We need some paralytics.”
It wasn't like you didn't know there was something very wrong with you, a feeling that was exacerbated with the memory of when things were normal, but it all felt out of your control.
Perhaps this was what you were meant to be now.
A pathetic animal, incapable of moving on and fully breathing again, forever stuck repeating the same cycles, unable to live out any other moment but the last.
Polly acted like she knew the way out of this life, and it wasn’t because you trusted her that you played along. It was merely out of a sense of trying everything available. Once every single therapy, every single motivational speech, every short moment of intimacy wore off, you’d be able to conclude absolutely nothing would get you out of this. 
The finality of spending an entire lifetime as the wounded beast you currently were would surely kill the last bit of hope inside you, hopefully giving you the courage to just end it.
Till then you’d drudge on.
“So... a letter?” You mumbled, playing with a fidget toy Polly kept on the table. It was a long plastic oval that could be bent in several directions, bunched up and pulled apart. “Didn’t we do that already?”
“This time we’ll send it.” Polly explained, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. She always looked neat, but the grease on her hair and the shadow underneath her eyes showed that she hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep this night. You hoped it was because she’d had a good night yesterday, something with friends or the like. “To Razor.”
The name always felt like you were being doused in ice water, but you’d learned to keep that feeling from showing on your face. Wasn’t it progress that you didn’t cry out anymore any time he was mentioned? Stellar work.
“Uhuh.” Came the lame reply.
"He won't be able to receive them, of course, but there's an address for these kind of things in the G.I. prison." She'd said, smiling in a way that seemed motherly, a very useful skill for a therapist. It just served to make your stomach churn. "Just write, I'll post the letters, and we can talk about what you've written and what you'd want him to respond, if he'd been alive."
You pulled at the fidget toy, getting it as taut as it would go without breaking. When that didn’t feel satisfying anymore, you started folding it in on itself. "Will you read it?"
"Do you want me to?"
The tea in front of you had grown cold a while ago, but nevertheless you put down the toy and took a quick sip, the nettle ginger tea flavour wholely unpleasant. It was supposed to be good for you, though, so you drank it regardless. Polly would make notes if you didn’t finish it. 
"No. Not really."
"Then I won't." Making a small note in her ledger, which she made sure to turn away from you so you couldn’t read along, Polly cleared her throat. "It's more about writing the letter and finding out what it is you really want to say, then what is actually written in the end. Would this be something you're willing to try?"
And like with all other therapies, you just nodded, though you found yourself biting your thumb at the thought of writing to him. "Yeah, I'll do it."
"Stop biting your thumb." She tutted, knowing not to sound too angry, lest you only felt the urge to do so more. "Why don't you grab the fidget toy again?"
You only hummed under your breath, attempting to quickly break your skin and experience the fleeting control and distraction biting yourself caused. There wasn't enough time, so you eventually let go, trying to be satisfied with the ache left in the indents.
Polly asked a few more questions surrounding comments the staff had made. Harriet had seen you skip lunch two times in a row now, and according to Rachel you took longer bathroom breaks than was necessary. It was all routine, and so you just answered alongside the same lines every time. 
Polly eventually excused you, calling in the next patient, and you drudged back to your room. In an hour there would be a movie playing at the recreation room, but you’d seen that specific action flick thrice already, so you’d probably stay in. 
They’d probably make a note of that as well.
Ugh.
You wanted to pass out, but knew the sweet relief of sleep wouldn't come for the next few hours. There was exhaustion in your body, sure, but an annoying buzz behind your eyes and a heap of experience with insomnia insisted that it'd be quite a while before it'd happen.
Still, you preferred staying in your room.
Talking to Polly always exhausted you. Her gaze felt invasive, even if you knew it’d need to be. She was there to help. She was there to talk to you about things. Hurtful things. Private things. Of course she needed to pry into your life. 
Didn’t make it feel any better. 
Tomorrow, you had lunch duty, which meant setting the table and cleaning it up after everyone had eaten, and after that you were scheduled for a small hike around the facility. The same trees, the same rocks, the same steps. It was okay, even if it didn't lessen the weight in your stomach. 
Finally, you had another bout of therapy after dinner. 
Busy day. 
It’d probably be a better session of therapy tomorrow if you actually did your homework. It was easier to answer questions if they were directed at something practical. If you didn’t show up with anything, she’d just start asking about your mother again or show you a collage of purple things, a scenario you wished to avoid.
And so you sat behind your desk, grabbing an old meal plan list and turning it around so you could use the blank page for your letter. Your pencil was nearly blunt, since you sometimes tried to draw your old room from memory, but it'd manage for a single page more.
Despite your insistence that it would be easier, you felt nauseous as you started writing. 
Dear Hello Razor,
I do not know if you even remember who I am, and it does not really matter. From what I've heard there are plenty like me. A few years ago during a heatwave you were in my house for a glass of water. 
A glass of water seems like such a menial thing. If you'd asked it would have been given to you without problem. Why couldn’t you just have asked? What was left couldn't even fill a casket. Can you understand what it feels like to be covered in the viscera of your-
I regret your death. It leaves us both with nothing. Now I’m just stuck with this anger and the knowledge that nothing will change. I will never get the answers I want, nor the catharsis of just telling you how angry and sad I am. Grieving about this won’t bring them back, and it won’t bring you back.
I'm going to chose to believe that you would've tried to atone. You would've turned over a new leaf and felt regret over your actions. I’m sorry we didn’t get a future in which we could reconcile.
I hope you sleep well.
You wrapped the letter in an envelope which Polly had handed to you for the assignment. No further thought was spent on your words. You'd felt them while writing, and you'd probably have to discuss it excessively eventually. It would do no good to preemptively analyze what you'd said.
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The beds at the institute were absolutely horrible. 
They sagged in the middle, the wood creaked when you turned, and the pillows were way too heavy. The first few weeks you’d slept here, you’d longed back to your kingsized bed, the mere memory of your soft sheets and comfortable mattrass making your back ache even more every morning. Now, you barely remembered how anything else felt. 
Another thing you’d had to get used to had been the bright lights of the hallway, lights that didn’t get turned off at night. You understood why, but with the small windows inside your room, it meant even in the dead of night you saw every nook and cranny as clearly as you would in daytime. 
It also didn’t help that the staff walked past your window every half an hour.
Whenever you couldn’t sleep, which was often, you’d just look through the glass and try to guess which staff member would walk by next. 
The next would be Katinka.
It took quite a while before you noticed any movement, the time in between filled with menial daydreams and hummed songs. Closing your eyed didn’t make sleep come any faster. Counting the staff at least had a tendency to do the trick. 
After another ten minutes, a shadow moved in front of the window.
...You didn’t recognize the sillhouette as they entered into your line of sight. 
Whomever it was, they were wearing a strange hat, yellow bells hanging off twin ends at the side of the fabric. Before you were able to hand yourself the loss for it not being Katinka, the figure stopped right in front of your window, slowly turning towards you, as if they knew you were watching.
Even though you knew they wouldn’t be able to see if you were sleeping or not, you still closed your eyes immediately, frowning slightly at the memory of sharp teeth. 
A minute later, you opened one eye to see if the figure had passed. They had, and you sighed out in relief, unsure what it was that you were afraid of.
You didn’t sleep that night.
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"So... a bit of a weird twist to our experiment." Your therapist dug out something in her bag, and placed it as delicately on the table as she could, as if the soft paper envelope she'd dug up would scratch her wooden table. "You got a response."
"What?"
"Apparently Razor had remaining family." You quickly grabbed the letter while Polly continued explaining, rushing to look over the address. "The prison, against my clear instructions, handed them the letter, and they've formulated a response."
"I see." You noticed the left side of the envelope was already sliced open. "You read it?"
"Just skimmed it to make sure there wasn't anything... worrying." She frowned to make sure you knew this had felt ambiguous to her as well. "I didn't want you to have to read it if it was full of obnoxious junk."
"And?"
"It wasn't anything bad." She was still frowning, so she clearly didn't think it was all amazing either. "Just a bit succinct."
Pulling out the paper, you turned it around, looking to see if anything was written on the back. Apart from a small paragraph of text, the rest of the paper was completely empty. Quickly you read whatever they had written for you, your eyes flying over the words.
Dear y/n,
I'm sorry to hear about your loss. I hope you can find the peace you’re looking for. Since the address mentioned a mental health facility, I would like to offer to pay for your medical costs. Please send any invoices to the address written on the back.
Kind regards,
R. 
Polly had been right. The letter was quite succinct.
“What do you think?”
“I’m going to write another letter.” You’d decided immediately after finishing reading. “ I don’t want them paying for me. I should tell them that.”
“I could also write your message, if you want?” Her eyebrows shot up, the woman clearly not having expected you to react this way. You could understand why. You’d identified guilt in this letter, but all she saw was probably someone trying to soothe a misplaced feeling of responsibility. She probably wanted you to accept the offer, if only to get an indirect apology, something she could work with.
“No.” You said very bluntly, though you tried to soften up your own tone immediately, fearing the situation escalating if you seemed too upset by this. “If that’s possible, I mean. I’d like to write the letter.”
“Okay. Just be sure to bring your letter here before Friday.” She watched you bag the envelope. “They pick up the mail on Friday afternoon, and someone needs to vet your letter first.”
“That wasn’t the case with the first letter?”
“Yeah, well.” Polly held up her hands in defeat. “We didn’t exactly expect anyone to even open it. Just make sure it’s here before Friday. Wednesday, preferably.”
Blinking, you nodded to yourself, already halfway out the door.
“Okay. I’ll make sure.”
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“Your health insurance plan doesn’t cover another six months.” Kass said with a frown on his face. He was ill-fit for this work, since his sympathy was obviously performative to make bad news go down easier. He’d clearly learned acting tough with mentally unstable patients didn’t provide him results. “You have until August to decide whether to pay the full sum or leave the facility. Do you have any family- I mean, do you have anyone who could help you pay for this amount?"
His slip-up had you bursting out in a fit of giggles, the tense atmosphere mixed with Kass’ clear embarrassment somehow the funniest thing you’d seen in ages. “Yeah, no, I know what this place costs without insurance. I don’t think I’ll be able to cough up the money. Is there any plan for people with low to no income?”
“Not really.” Kass said, coughing in his fist. “This is a private institution, not a public one.”
You’d figured.
“Okay, okay.” Your lips were still twitching upward, unable to take this conversation as seriously as it was meant to be taken. This was about your future, for god’s sake. The question whether you’d be able to stay here or rot in your family home. Perhaps you could sell the house? The thought made you nauseous, as all things did, which somehow made you even more giggly. “I’ll see what I’m gonna do.”
“Take your time. I need to know before August, but until then you can just tell the receptionist that you need to make private phone calls for administration and she’ll let you.”
“Okay.”
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In the middle of the night, you spotted it again. You'd just been on the verge of falling back asleep, but a glimpse of something in the corner of your eyes had alerted your senses. A deep sense of frustration washed over you.
"Hello?" You whispered out, voice laced in sleep. "Anyone there?"
Unlike last time, the silhouette wearing the bell cap was now inside your room. You'd be more terrified if your medication didn't cause hallucinations on the daily, so you assumed this was just a really bad one. By now you could at least look at them without crying out. It was more of an under-the-skin kind terror now.
Your hallucinations were usually a bit more... fluid. This one had a distinct form, and even moved and made sound as if it was an actual physical thing. You'd never tell Polly.
The apparition walked to your desk, grabbed your pen, wrote something down and then went on to your bedside to hand it to you.
'The house burned down.'
With wide eyes, you made eye contact with the hallucination, despite it having no eye sockets to speak of.
Slowly, you nodded and the apparition diluted into a purple mist and disappeared.
The fact that it was bright purple made you fall out of bed to throw up.
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“What’s happening?”
“Shh. Everything’s fine.”
“Did I do something?”
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Don’t worry about it now.”
“…Sorry.”
“I know.”
Though sometimes with a few adjustments, your letters did get through Harvey’s vetting system. Once, you’d mentioned a staff members name, which wasn’t allowed, as well as a few mentions of others patients. When everything was vetted accordingly the envelope was resealed and sent off. 
The first letter, you’d not expected a reply. You’d declined his offer to pay for your treatment in your letter, and had been quite surprised when a new envelope with your name on it showed up, expressing understanding and the repeated sentiment that the offer was still open in case you changed your mind. 
You thanked him again, he questioned about your well-being, you’d inquired in turn about his, and slowly the letters turned from short business like interactions to drawn out letters filled with personal stories. It felt weird to have a penpal in a family member of the one who ruined your life but somehow you felt that if anyone could understand what you were going through, it would be someone who seemed to know what had happened to you. 
You didn’t dare ask for certain.
Luckily, he never brought it up.
He also didn't know you, which gave you a great deal of comfort. He didn't know what you looked like, how you'd bitten a nurse this week, how you still vomitted at the mere sight of bright lights. To him, you probably sounded okay.
You made sure to sound okay in the letters.
Better than okay: happy.
It was like you were roleplaying an entirely different person, someone who'd managed to crawl out of this existence and build something new. However fleeting the persona felt, it was the only thing lifting your spirits every now and again.
You got a new letter every two weeks, and when that felt like a lifetime, it quickly became a weekly occurrence. His letters were always short and to the point, but you nevertheless felt a fondness for the faceless man that seemed genuinely invested in your wellbeing, even if that care had grown from a misplaced sense of guilt.
That care for your wellbeing culminated in another very generous offer, a few months into your contact.
If you ever need a place to stay, or don’t have anywhere else to go, call this number. 
The words had seemed performative when you’d first read them, but after you’d asked about the nature of his offer, he explained that he was quite well-off and didn’t mind an extra occupant in his house, especially since -and these words kept repeating in your mind- he had grown to like you.
He liked you. 
Well.
He didn't like you, he liked the character you played for him.
Still, you felt flattered.
Whether you'd accept the offer, though... You held no illusion that you could keep up the persona in real time. There'd be no way. He'd meet you and realize within moments that you were quite a bit more damaged than you'd let on.
But perhaps... you would be able to keep playing the bit? Surely if he was there, supporting you, you could push away every nasty thought and impulse. You could be what he thought you were.
It was also a solution to your financial dilemma, but still you hesitated. Surely he meant it as a hypothetical, a check that was not meant to be cashed. You wouldn’t bother him any more than you already had, even if it pained you to force yourself to do so. 
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"We've had a staff discussion on whether to tell you this, but I believe you deserve to know the truth." Placing down her notebook, Polly squared her shoulders, looking very serious. Instinctively you sat up straighter as well. "It's about your home. Something happened."
You did not think about your reply for a second.
"It burned down."
Polly froze.
"How do you know that?"
You shrugged.
"This is pretty serious." She seemed to certainly think so. "If a staff member told you, I need you to tell me. This is a huge breach of information. Who told you?"
"It's my house." Was your reply, and you refused to say anything more.
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Your aunt. 
You needed to call your aunt. 
She had been the one to admit you here, and visited every now and then. She also took care of your finances, doing your taxes and making the payments toward Harvey’s. During her last visit, she’d already mentioned the insurance wouldn’t cover any more, but you’d mindlessly zoned out during the conversation and had compartmentalized it as something you’d deal with later. 
With two weeks to go, that wasn’t possible anymore. 
The thing you needed to do (call her) was oddly difficult. It’d be a difficult conversation, making you choose between an odd number of annoying prospects. Live with her? Take out loans to pay for some more time here? Return alone to the ashes of your familial house? 
None were ideal, but it was necessary to figure something out now since otherwise you’d end up on the street. 
Without thinking too long about it, you fished out the letter Mr. R had sent you. 
If you ever need a place to stay, or don’t have anywhere else to go, call this number.
Logically, you knew you needed to call your aunt. It was the only real option.
You dialled Mr. R’s number. 
Even if nothing came of it, you’d like to hear his voice for once, know the cadence with which your pen pal spoke. You didn’t want to ask him for money, but if he’d been serious about that place to stay, it would be your best shot at any sort of positive outcome. 
Had you not been so adamant you wouldn’t bother him any more? Were you now not doing exactly what you’d been so terrified of? He’d probably spit you out, leaving you worse than now, despite your gut telling you he’d be sweet and understanding. 
Seemed you lacked even a backbone. 
Your fingers pressed the call button without pause, the lonely positive emotions you felt toward your penpal overriding every logical thought.
Instead of a ring dial, you felt a gust of wind surround you, which made you put the horn against your chest so you could see whether or not you’d let the door open behind you. No such thing, and the second you put the horn back against your ear, the pressure around you increased again. Perhaps faulty air-conditioning? 
You listened for a few more moments, blinked, and suddenly felt a weightlessness you hadn’t ever felt before, as if your feet were no longer connected to the floor, but instead hovered just above. Your eyes shot open and saw nothing but purple, if only for a flash, as you were back on your feet a second later, without a horn in your hands and definitely not in front of the Harvey’s telephone. 
You were in front of a large window, looking out on a beachfront, the sand stretching over a large plot of land, the sea currently in low tide. The sun was high, even though just now it’d been hidden behind blinds, and illuminated a few people on the shore, all walking to and from a large light house in the distance. 
Your fingers started tracing the window, trying to grip the wood to ground yourself. This was too much. Too much. Way too much. You pressed your forehead against the glass and found it to be warm. Focus on this, the sensation of the sun against your skin, the bonebreaking pressure you held on the wood, ignore the headache, ignore the taste forming on your tongue. 
It took a while, but eventually you’d calmed down enough to open your eyes again. 
…Where had you gone?
“Ah.” 
You stiffened as you slowly turned toward the origin of the noise.
In the entryway of the house, pushing some keys into his pocket, a man stood, shocked for a second before his countenance shifted into something more welcoming.
With extreme effort, you swallowed down the bile pushing up your throat, resuming looking outside at the sea to calm down again. 
“Do you know who I am?”
Razor
No. He was dead. You’d personally been shown the report by the police, who’d hoped having certainty toward his death would make you more easily interrogated.
That left the one you’d called, the only one who could look this similar, being his family.
The possibility of him looking exactly like the killer had popped up in your mind a few times, but this was absurd. The same broad-shouldered build, sharp cheekbones and pointy hair. Razor’s hair had been bleached blonde when you’d seen him, but his was a deep brown, closer to black. Perhaps they were twin brothers? You couldn’t even look at him.
Calm down.
Breathe.
Play the game.
What had you sounded like in the letters? Did he imagine you to be eloquent? Perhaps a slightly higher-pitched voice?
You did your best to smile as you turned toward him. "Hello."
The man smiled widely in response, his eyes closed.
“It’s good to finally meet you.” He kicked off his shoes and slowly walked towards you. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”
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I loveddd your phinks fwb piece you wrote!!! Could you do a part two please? 💗
I love this man with my entire heart 🥹, so thank you for requesting a part 2, really enjoyed writing this one (I hope you like it too!).
Warnings: A little bit smutty, not too much 🤓 often suggestive though
Hope everyone's doing fine, enjoy reading 🤍✨
Word count: 3169
‘Thanks’, you avoided his eyes when he handed you your latte. ‘Want to go over the plan again?’. ‘No, I understand’, you closed your eyes when you took a sip. 
You might not have been able to look at the blonde, but Phinks couldn’t keep his eyes away from you. The way your tiny hands were holding the cup, as if you were trying to warm them around a fire… Or the way you smiled contently when you took your first sip, your eyes closed in pleasure… How did he never notice how beautiful you are? 
‘Fine, but don't blame me when things go to hell’. ‘You don’t trust me?’, you opened one eye, the lid of the cup still stroking your bottom lip. ‘Did you ever finish a mission successfully?’. ‘Hey!’, you immediately stood up from the edge of the bed you were sitting on. ‘What? You never listen to what boss says’. 
Were things just going to go back to normal? Back to hating each other? 
‘I just need to get those fucking diamonds, right? What’s the big deal?’. ‘The big deal?’, Phinks gritted his teeth together, ‘I will need to clean up the mess you’ve made if you fail, because it’s not like you ever take responsibility for your actions’. ‘What do you know about me, huh?’, you pushed him, earning a throbbing vein on his temple in response.
What did he know about you? You practically told him your entire life story in your drunken haze yesterday.
‘Push me again and-‘, ‘And what?’, you chuckled, ‘What are you going to do, Phinks? Fight me?’. 
Fight you? No, he didn’t want to fight you. He wanted to throw you on the bed again and show you who’s in charge, but he couldn’t do that, could he? 
‘Tsk’, he smirked when he noticed the look in your eyes. There wasn’t any hate in them, nor anger. You were provoking him. The way the corners of your mouth were slightly lifted said plenty. 
For a moment, the two of you just stood there, staring at each other with racing hearts.
‘H-huh?’. 
You froze when you could feel Phinks’ hand cup your cheek. His eyes were soft, but the expression on his face was as cold as ever. 
‘What are you doing?’, you lowered your eyes, jaw clenching. ‘What?’, Phinks frowned, unsure if he crossed a line. ‘Y-your hand-‘, ‘What about it?’. 
‘Don’t’, you pulled away from his touch, ‘D-don’t touch me like that’. 
His heart dropped to his stomach when he noticed the cold look in your eyes. He couldn’t be the only one who felt it, right? The fireworks the first time he kissed you, or the warm, tingling feeling that flowed through his veins when he saw your love-drunk eyes staring into his only hours ago. 
‘You weren’t complaining-‘, ‘Stop’, you looked at him, eyes burning with anger, ‘We had an agreement’. ‘Y/N-‘, Phinks tried to grab your wrist, but you quickly pulled away. ‘What? What do you want?’. ‘I just want to talk about what happened’. 
You were like math to him, impossible to understand. 
‘Why?’, you chuckled, ‘I hate what happened. I hate the fact I let you touch me’. 
Why? Why were you doing this when you were so desperate for his affection? 
‘H-hey!’, you tried to protest, to pull away when his strong hand grabbed your jaw, but once his lips met yours you instantly melted into his touch. 
‘Hate liars’, a cold sigh, ‘But don’t worry, it’s not like you’re that special, princess’. ‘D-don’t ever touch me like that again’, your aura filled with anger, hands shaking. ‘Like I said, you’re not that special’, he chuckled before walking out the door again. 
Once you heard the door closing, you immediately let down your guard. With a loud sigh, you jumped on the bed, head pushed into a pillow. Why were your cheeks burning? Why did you feel all warm and fuzzy around him? You wanted nothing more than to throw your hands around his neck, jump into his arms, and smell the familiar scent of his perfume again.
‘Wake up, princess’. ‘S-shut up’, you turned around, pulling the sheets over your head. ‘Get ready, it’s almost time’.
 ‘Where did you go?’. 
‘None of your business’. ‘Asshole’, you gritted through your teeth. ‘Get up’, he roughly pulled the blankets away from you. 
‘S-shit’, you hastily searched for the sheets, cheeks already burning. 
‘Huh?’, he widened his eyes when he saw you were wearing one of his shirts, ‘W-why are you-‘. ‘Shut up Phinks!’. 
The blonde watched you as you ran into the bathroom, your cheeks burning red. You looked so pretty in his shirt, too pretty to forget. 
‘Tsk’, he smiled when he realized you went through his bag just to put on one of his shirts, ‘What’s wrong, princess? Can’t go a couple of hours without me?’. 
He frowned when he heard the door of the bathroom unlock. Were you going to admit your defeat? 
‘I said shut up, Phinks!’. 
The blonde barely managed to dodge the bottle of soap you’d thrown at him before you quickly locked the door again. 
‘Missed me, princess’, the vein of his temple started to throb again.
He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop the thoughts of pinning you against the wall, your fragile wrists in his hands, his nose brushing against yours while he promised you to make you behave. 
‘Ugh!’, you grunted in frustration, hands once again in your hair as you were sitting on the toilet lid.  
‘What’s wrong? Embarrassed?’, Phinks knocked on the door, his forehead resting against it. ‘Go away!’. ‘Don’t worry, won’t tell anyone you couldn’t miss me for a couple of hours-‘. 
You quickly opened the door, your heart racing with anger and powerlessness. 
‘Move’.
You wanted to tell him that you missed his scent. That you were wearing his shirt so that it felt as if he was lying next to you, but you couldn’t. It was obvious your mind started to romanticize what happened between the two of you. You hated him, you hated him since the first moment you saw him, and that couldn’t change overnight. 
‘Make me’, a smirk while he was leaning against the door frame. ‘We don’t have time for this’. ‘You mean you don’t have time. I just need to put on a suit’. 
Every attempt to sneak under his arm or to push him away was futile. Maybe if you used your nen-abilities… But that would be a little too much, wouldn’t it? 
‘What’s wrong? Confused not everyone does whatever the little princess wants?’, the blonde chuckled, enjoying every moment of this. 
There was only one way out, which you preferred to avoid, but it seemed like you had no other choice. 
‘H-huh?’, Phinks widened his eyes when he saw you pull his shirt over your head, exposing your perfect breasts once again. 
‘What’s wrong? Confused you’re not the only one who can play this game?’, you nonchalantly pushed the blonde aside, a smile on your face. 
A bra. Where was your bra? Why weren’t you wearing one? Did you plan this? Phinks felt lost, memories of the previous night flashing before his eyes. 
‘Brat’, Phinks gritted through his teeth before entering the bathroom. ‘Don’t be too long, need to put on some make-up’. 
‘Here’, now it was his turn to throw something towards your head, ‘Or is that mirror over there not big enough for your highness?’. 
You managed to catch your bag of make-up just in time. 
‘Thanks peasant’, you replied smugly, ‘Do dress up, I don't want my bodyguard to look bad’.
--- 
‘Finally’, you sighed while standing up from the bed, ‘Took you long en-‘. 
Wait? What? Was this the man who entered the bathroom 20 minutes ago? 
‘Can you help me with this?’, Phinks held up his arm, ‘The buttons are too small, can’t close them’. 
‘Okay’, you quietly responded, adjusting your dress before walking toward the blonde. 
‘H-here, that should do it’, you gently let go of his arm when you closed the buttons on his sleeve. ‘Thanks’, his eyes were fixed on the painting next to him. 
He couldn’t look at you, not too long anyway. With your make-up beautifully matching your red dress, your hair neatly in a bun, the jewels Chrollo got you… You looked even more stunning than the first time he saw you. 
‘Let’s go’, you cleared your throat, ‘Driver’s probably waiting’. 
Phinks, now happily, took on his role as your bodyguard. He guided you outside and opened every door for you, while making sure no one let their eyes linger a little too long on your perfect body. 
‘Be careful’, he almost whispered while looking out of the car. ‘Hm’, you sighed while looking at the matching ring Chrollo got you. It was obvious he wanted to make sure you fitted in the high-end crowd. 
‘If anyone tries to-‘, ‘Hey, you’re my bodyguard. It’s your job to protect me’, a thin line appeared between your brows. ‘You know you need to steal the diamonds on your own, right?’, Phinks slowly turned his head, ‘Or weren’t you – once again – not listening?’. ‘
W-what?’, you nervously giggled, ‘O-of course I knew that, psh’. 
You wanted to slap yourself. You really needed to pay more attention when someone explained the details of a mission. 
‘Idiot’, the blonde sighed, ‘Asked you this morning to go over the plan again’. ‘I know, I know’, you closed your eyes, ‘I’m sorry’. 
Huh? Did you just apologize? 
‘H-hey! What are you doing?’, you instantly moved closer to the door when Phinks started pinching your arm. ‘You just apologized, and you expect me to believe you’re… well, you?’. 
You crossed your arms in discontent before cursing the blonde. 
--- 
‘Of course I knew you were the governor. How could anyone forget such a handsome face?, you tried to put on your prettiest, most innocent smile. 
Phinks hated the way you were pushing your body against his. Fine, you needed to get some information, but why like this?
You snapped with your fingers, signaling Phinks to move closer. ‘What do you need, boss?’. 
It took all the blonde’s strength to call you his boss, to pretend he was a little puppy you could order around. 
‘Get me some more wine, will you?’, a smug look on your face when you saw the familiar vein on his temple. 
‘Sorry boss, need to stay with you at all times’ . ‘Oh it’s fine, I’ll keep her safe’, the older man grabbed your waist, his nose brushing against your cheek, ‘Maybe show her the diamonds…’. 
You wanted nothing more than to pull away, but you couldn’t. You were so close… Once he showed you where the diamonds were, you could knock him out and run. 
‘Tsk’, Phinks couldn’t hide his discontent, but he just had to suck it up for the sake of this mission. 
‘Huh?’, his eyes widened when you weren’t in the same spot anymore. He quickly scanned the room. After a minute, he concluded you weren’t here anymore. After all, Phinks would’ve immediately seen you in your beautiful, red dress. You were the prettiest girl here, no one could even come close to your beauty. 
‘So, where are the diamonds?’, you faked a drunk giggle, your hand resting on the man’s arm, ‘Been wondering how they look up close’. ‘Ssh’, the man smirked, ‘I’ll be fired if they find out I brought a pretty girl like you here’. ‘Oh stop it’, you let your forehead rest against his shoulder, ‘I just really want to see them’. 
‘Follow me’. 
You let the man grab your hand as he carefully unlocked the door with a password. 
‘O-oh’, your eyes flew open when you saw the diamonds, heart racing in excitement. They were truly breathtaking; unlike anything you’ve ever seen. 
‘Think it’s time to thank me, don’t you?’, the man let the door fall shut, his arms wrapped around your waist while his chin was resting on your shoulder. ‘Get off me’, a cold reply now you knew where the diamonds are. ‘Huh?’, he smirked while tightening his grip, ‘Don’t tell me you tricked me, because that wouldn’t be nice’, his hand now traveling to your breasts, ‘A pretty girl like you sure knows her place, right? She knows how fast a governor could spread a little lie to ruin her life’. 
Was he seriously threatening you? This was getting funnier by the minute. 
‘Do we really need to do th-‘, ‘I know who you are’, his nose digging into your hair as he took in your scent, ‘Y/N L/N, running from the law since you were a kid. I mean, can’t blame you when you grow up in a dump’. ‘H-how do you-‘. ‘There’s this really nice kid who can predict the future with her nen-abilities. Dad’s an asshole, but for a good price, he sells her predictions’. 
‘What stops me from killing you?’, your aura growing bigger by the second. ‘What was his name again? Oh right, Phinks’, the man chuckled, ‘Wouldn’t want him to get in trouble now, would we? I don’t ask much’, his fingers softly pushed the strip of your dress from your shoulder, ‘Just a quick fuck, and I’ll let you go’. 
 Phinks? How did he know Phinks’ name? 
‘See? Even a criminal like you knows when to listen’, his hot breath sent shivers down your spine as he slowly opened the back of your dress. 
A nauseous, suffocating feeling took over your senses. If there was even the tiniest chance that he could hurt Phinks… 
‘Those clothes didn’t fit you anyway. Way too elegant for a low-life like y-‘. 
With a loud bang, the secured door flew open. Relief rushed over your body when you saw Phinks standing in the door frame. For once, you were happy to see the throbbing vein on his temple, along with his wicked grin.
 ‘Thought you could handle things yourself?’. ‘He knows who we are’, you quickly readjusted your dress, ‘Some girl can predict the future. They knew we were coming’. ‘Are those fake?’, the blonde nodded towards the diamonds, ‘And I suggest you’re honest if you want to keep some of your limbs’. 
‘N-no please, I-I won’t tell anything’, the man quickly raised his hands. ‘I don’t care’, Phinks took hold of his collar, ‘You touched her’. 
---
‘At least we got the diamonds’, Phinks took off his shirt. ‘Hm’, you replied while biting on the inside of your lip. 
Phinks’ brows drew together at your response. You’d been absent-minded ever since you entered the car back to the hotel. 
‘You okay?’, the blonde looked into the bathroom. ‘Yeah, it’s nice we got them’, you sighed while putting your hair in a messy bun. 
He decided he wasn’t going to reply or to correct you, not until you laid down next to him. Maybe you were just tired. 
‘Night’, you laid down on your side, back facing towards him. 
‘Did he hurt you?’, Phinks clenched his jaw at the thought, his hands resting underneath his head while staring at the ceiling. ‘What? You don’t think I can handle someone like him? You think I’m that weak?’, you snapped back. 
‘Yes or no’.
You lowered your eyes, your heart sinking into your stomach. He didn’t actually hurt you, and you were probably just overreacting … but the venomous words he whispered into your ear as he forced himself onto you kept replaying themselves in your head. 
‘No’, you closed your eyes. 
You froze when you felt his arm wrap around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. 
‘Hate liars’, his chin rested on top of your head. 
What was happening? Why did you start to shake? Why did your eyes start to sting? 
‘Huh?’, Phinks’ eyes flew open as he heard your sobs, ‘Y/N?’. 
‘I’m a bad person, right? I’ve killed people, I like to hurt them, I like to steal things… I’m just a waste of space’. 
What could he tell you? What did you want to hear? Of course, you're  a bad person, at least in the eyes of most. 
‘Maybe to some, but not to me. I don’t think you’re a bad person. I think you do everything for the people you care about, even if that means stealing or killing others’. ‘S-shut up’, you smiled with tears in your eyes, ‘You’re just as bad’. 
‘Maybe’.  
You slowly turned around, your hands resting against his toned chest. 
'You looked cute in my shirt today' Phinks gently brushed through your hair. 'Please', you almost whispered. 'What?', he frowned at the lack of context. 'One more night before pretending we never-'. 
The blonde cut off your sentence with a kiss. You didn't need to repeat yourself. Phinks was aching for the warmth of your body. 
'Not going to hold back tonight', he whispered in between kisses, 'Not going to be careful'. ‘Don’t want you to’. 
Within seconds, Phinks had your face pushed into the matress, pushing you further off the edge with every thrust.
‘F-fuck you drive me crazy’, he tightened his grip around your hair, ‘Wanted to fuck you like this yesterday too’, heavy breaths left his lungs, ‘Been thinking about it ever since’. 
It sure was different from the other night, better in some ways. 
‘Let me see those pretty eyes’, Phinks swiftly turned you around, ‘Don’t care if you come, or if you’re tired… So don’t bother to tell me, just want you to be a good girl and let me use you for once’. 
He placed a gentle kiss on your temple before wrapping his hand around your throat. 
‘And don’t worry, princess, the night isn’t over after this’. 
--- 
‘Good job’, Chrollo smiled when you threw the bag of diamonds at his feet, ‘Think it’s time for us to leave this town. I’ll see everyone back home in a couple of days, think it’s best if we move in separate groups’. 
You nodded in agreement before walking over to the girls.
‘Lovebirds’, Feitan mischievously looked at Phinks. ‘What did you say?’, Phinks immediately raised his voice. ‘Don’t try to deny it’, Shalnark smugly responded, ‘Or did you think we wouldn’t notice those?’. ‘What?’, Phinks gritted his teeth. ‘These’, Shalnark pointed towards the dark spots on his neck. 
Phinks’ mind started to replay the memories of last night. A smile on his face when he thought about the way you wrapped around him as he pushed you against the wall. God, his hand fitted perfectly around your neck- 
‘Lovebirds’, Feitan repeated himself when he saw the smile on the blonde’s face. ‘Shut up, Fei!’, Phinks raised his voice, quickly grabbing one of the loose stones in the abandoned building. ‘Run, Fei!’, Shalnark yelled after the dark-haired man as he watched Phinks run after him. ‘Lovebirds, lovebirds, lovebirds’, Feitan childishly repeated himself with the mischievous smile still on his face.
‘H-huh?’, you tilted your head, ‘Wonder what they’re fighting about now’. 
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