#machi fic

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fanart for a collab challenge, of an adorable fic by @ladycrescentvenus ft. Uvo and Machi hair time!!! 💕💕💕

come join me in weeping over big bro Uvo and the origin of Machi's hair scrunchie..........🥺

plus bonus scribble of young Uvo learning how to scrunchie for the first time :)

#AHH I FORGOT TO POST THE MACHI UVO HAIR TIME ART #hunter x hunter #hxh #machi komacine #uvogin #still not over how tiny machi is in the backstory chapters #and kid uvo prior to the larger than life tough guy persona he adopts #and how these two are in the same 'group' before the troupe... big and smol siblings..... #anyway this fic gave me a lot of feelings about these two 🥺

[machines-art-shenanigans]

A bit of my TSP lore that I wrote a few days ago (CW: a bit angsty ngl)

(Basically some context to that one ask reply I did) TL;DR: Edwin and 432 were friends but 432 found out that he was making researches about them behind their back. 432 fucks up the Parable out of anger but gets caught in its destruction. Edwin reluctantly saves the Parable by doing a Reboot, leaving 432 in an almost certain death, and continues living with this traumatic experience, not knowing that 432 is technically still alive

#the stanley parable #tspud #tsp narrator #stanley parable ultra deluxe #tsp 432 #tsp timekeeper #They are so traumatised #Sorry Edwin #I should write more about my guys but I have zero ideas /hj #Edwin feeling like the clock ticking is louder omg #I'm so clever #/silly #I never wrote fanfics btw #Idk if I could ever have the patience/skill to do fics #tsp lore #machi's lore

[silly-toji]

#im between life and death #yashisato #bkmc #erased #Foreordained fic #boku dake ga inai machi

[giggly-squiggily]

Lee yuki and ler machi from fruits basket plsss?

These two are so cute! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@cupcake-spice13, @baby-tickles2022

“There’s a bug on you.”

Yuki looked down, brows furrowing as he searched for said bug. It was pretty common for the little critters to cling to his shirt during the spring. “Where is it?”

“Hold still, it’s on your back.” Machi reached out, her fingers brushing against his spine. “It’s clingy.”

“Y-You don’t say?” Yuki fought down a flinch with each brush, pressing his lips into a thin line. “Whahat kind of bug is it?”

“I don’t know. But it’s big.” She paused then, looking up at her boyfriend with curious eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” He forced a smile. “Did you get it?”

Machi didn’t respond, eyes narrowing as her hand returned in brushing at the bug.

Yuki stiffened again, arching somewhat as his knuckles whitened.

“Are you okay?” She asked again, confusion touching her voice.

“Fine! I’m fine. Just a little-ah!” He yelped when her hand grazed his lower back.

Silence. Machi blinked slowly at him while Yuki’s face burned crimson.

“Sorry…I’m ticklish.” He confessed, letting out a weak laugh. “Erm…did you get it?”

More silence. Machi’s face was unreadable. Then she reached out, her hand spidering up his back.

“Ah! M-Machi!” Yuki jerked, leaning away as he watched her start to smile. “Don’t you dare.”

“Your back’s ticklish? How’d I not know that?” She reached out again, narrowly missing as he turned his back away completely. “How long have you kept this from me?”

“You never asked- Machi!” He caught her hand in his, locking their fingers. “There. Now stop it.”

“No. I want to tickle you.” She reached out with her free hand, giving his leg a squeeze. Yuki yelped and doubled over, leaving his upper back exposed. Quickly, she reached out and scribbled on his shoulders, making him squeak with a laugh. “You sound like a mouse.”

“Dohohohon’t say tahhhat! Mahahhahchihihihi!” Yuki tried to sit back up, but it proved useless as Machi closed the distance, pulling him into a side hug tickle trap. His hand released hers, giving her an additional weapon to drag down his spine. “Ahehhhhahahaha, it tiiihihihihckles!”

“So you told me. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like this.” She mused fondly, walking her fingers up his back before dragging them down in a slow, merciless descent. “It’s nice. I like listening to you laugh.”

“Dohoohohon’t shahhahahy thihihihings like thahahhaht!” Yuki pleaded, his face burning for an entirely new reason.

“Can’t take compliments?” She snickered. “Hm…where’d the bug go? I swear it was right here…”

“The buuhuhuhug?” Yuki had forgotten about it.

“Yeah. I was here…and then it went here…” Her fingers scratched and tickled as she moved her hand down his back, clawing at his ribs and earning a proper guffaw from the other. “Then it went…up here.” She ran her fingers up to his neck, making him scrunch and giggle. “Where’d it go now?”

“Mahhahahhahhahchi!” Was there even a bug anymore? Was there one to begin with? “Cuhuuhuhuut it ohohohohohout!”

“What’s this…Oh. .I found it.” She paused her tickles, her fingers reaching past his collar down his shirt. Soon after she came back out, bringing her arm around to show him a ball of black against her palm. “See? Bug.”

“Ohohoho…so thehehere was ohohohne?” He blinked, poking at the beetle. It flew away without a second glance. “Thahank you.”

Machi hummed in response, wrapping her arms around his torso, her cheek resting against the middle of his shoulder blades. “I like your laugh. You should do it more often.”

“I laugh plenty.” Yuki shook his head as he composed himself, reaching out to her knee. “If anything, I think you should laugh more. It’s way nicer.”

“Nah, you laugh plenty for both of us.” She sounded sleepy. Perfect.

“We’ll see about…that!” He grabbed her knee, giving it a friendly squeeze. “There it is! Such a nice laugh, yes?” He asked as her giggles filled the space around them.

It lasted five seconds before the hands around his torso began clawing at his belly, leaving him down and out- squealing for mercy as she blew raspberries against his spine.

Worth it. Absolutely worth it.

Thanks for reading!

#fruits basket #yuki sohma #machi kuragi #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #garden shenanigens #They are so cute ahhh

[machinerismsx]

ooh, world’s best roadtrip?

Whoops this one slipped through my fingers but this was posted as Path to the Peak so here’s a snippet:

Din stood over the Jedi sprawled in the grass below him. Luke’s eyes were open, glowing, blue, and he smiled widely up at him. He set his bag down as well and awkwardly sat next to him in the grass. A warm breeze swept through, the trees bowing slightly to yield to it.

“Are you alright?” Luke tucked his arms behind his head and looked up at him.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Din drummed his fingers against the armor plating on his thigh.

“I can feel you worrying.” He frowned. “Lay down in the grass, would you?”

#dinluke #machi speaks #machi asks #this was a WIP fic for 2 months lol

[wowowwild]

I might be a clown for this, but this is my third and last post about updating this fic for today I prommy. Um so Apollo does a lot and Mikeko is the best darndest kitty cat you ever did meet. Thalassa and Machi are here for a minute! Klavier is also here and Apollo is being soooooo normal I swear.

#ace attorney #apollo justice #klavier gavin #klapollo #trucy wright #thalassa gramarye #machi tobaye #mikeko #ace's fic #I posted five chapters today isn't that fun?

[kirtokyo]

HELLOOOOO KIRA HERE

I wanna start writing again little by little. updates won’t be super often, i’ll do what I feel like writing at the moment. With that being said I’ve cleared out all the asks I don’t have inspo for and I am welcoming new ideas for my writings. that meaning you’re free to submit asks but there’s no promise that i’ll write them, they’re just suggestions. But PLEASE don’t be discouraged to send a ask because of this tho!!!! whether I make the ask a headcannon, drabble, ect is up to me. these are my requesting rules and the characters I write for. reminder I am a black reader blog

THIS IS JUST FOR THE TIME BEING, NOT PERMANENT! If this helps me get back in the swing of things again I will revert back to the way I used to do things.

These are the characters I write for and PLEASE read my DNI list, if I see any activity from someone on my dni list they will be blocked.

Can’t wait to write again 💗!

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers hcs #tokyo revengers drabbles #tokyo revengers headcanons #hunter x hunter headcanons #hxh fic #nahoya #souya #mitsuya #mikey #draken #chifuyu #feitan #shalnark #machi #chrollo #phinks #baji #rengoku #tengen #kurapika #enmu #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer fic #muichirou #tokyo revengers imagines #kazutora hanemiya

[machihunnicutt]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fruits Basket - Takaya Natsuki (Manga), Fruits Basket (Anime 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kuragi Machi/Sohma Rin, Kuragi Machi & Manabe Kakeru, Manabe Kakeru/Sohma Yuki, Sohma Hatsuharu/Sohma Rin Characters: Kuragi Machi, Manabe Kakeru, Sohma Rin, Sohma Yuki, Sohma Hatsuharu, Sohma Momiji Additional Tags: Machi is a nonbinary lesbian because I said so, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Sibling Bonding, Post-Canon, Character Study, Gender Identity Summary:

“I don’t think I ever liked him the way you do,” she said. “I don’t really know what there is to bond over.”

She scanned his expression. Surprise maybe? Or confusion? It was hard to tell when everything was delayed. The room was heavy with smoke.

“Oh,” Kakeru said. “So are you—?”

“Am I what?” she said, sharply. The sleeves of her shirt were too short. She kept grasping at the cuffs with her fingertips and tugging them down.

He hesitated. “Are you okay?” he said.

She shrugged. The motion felt almost artful. She huffed out a laugh.

“I’m great,” she said.

#fruits basket #fruits basket fic #machi kuragi #rin sohma #kakeru manabe #machi kuragi/rin sohma #yukeru #yuki sohma #awi’s fic

[maeda-ai]

De presa a cazador

Anime: Hunter X Hunter

Rating: M

Pareja: Hisoka & Machi

Sinopsis: Fue divertido ser perseguido por ella, pero fue más emocionante acosarla hasta convertirla en su presa. . . así como en su amante.

Advertencia: (NSFW) Lemon.

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Por: Maeda Ai.

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Por mucho tiempo había disfrutado de ser “la presa”, pero disfrutó muchísimo más convertirse en el cazador.

Sinceramente no le creyó a la chica cuando ésta le prometió perseguirlo hasta eliminarlo. Pero una vez eliminó a Kuroro, Hisoka pudo gozar de la venganza de la hermosa mujer.

 Fue divertido ser perseguido por ella, pero fue más emocionante acosarla como el depredador, sádico y sanguinario, que él es.

Pero tenerla aquí, atrapada bajo su musculoso cuerpo. . . desnuda, tan hermosa, es. . .

  * ¡Delicioso!. *

 Susurró el cazador, con su personal acento francés, al tiempo en que, con suavidad, delineaba la curva que daba forma al cuerpo femenino, terminando por sujetarla por la cintura de forma firme y posesiva.

  * Matte!!. *

 La voz de la chica sonó apagada, en realidad, trataba de mostrarse lo más indiferente posible ante el toque de ese maldito payaso, pero le era tan difícil, pues dicho payaso resultó ser tremendamente atractivo y varonil. Claro, descartando lo mentiroso, tramposo, caprichoso y sanguinario, quedaría un hombre simplemente perfecto.

Pero lo cierto es que a ella, a Machi, le gustaba todo eso de él, por más que lo negase.

 Sin embargo, si lo que ella quería era alejar al hombre, entonces las cosas le habían salido al revés, pues Hisoka adoraba esa actitud arisca e indiferente que la joven se empeñaba en mostrar.

  ““Es tan estimulante!.””

 Pensaba. Sus grandes manos sobre cada uno de los pechos de la mujer, apretando con medida fuerza.

Machi se estremeció y no pudo evitar un gemido. Sus ojos se cerraron con fuerza, resistiendo y negando el placer que la recorría; un sutil, pero lindo, carmín coloreó su rostro. Y el pelirojo sonrió, satisfecho y ansioso a la vez; la Machi receptiva y jadeante también le gustaba. . .

 Verla así era tan estimulante, que su pene, ya duro, sufría dentro de sus pantalones, por el tamaño y la erección en sí, pero también por esa desesperante necesidad de anidar en la cálida y húmeda intimidad de la chica.

  Como el ilusionista que era, a la falsa araña no le tomó más de cinco segundos mostrarse totalmente desnudo. La necesidad era tal, que Hisoka se dejó de rituales. Ya habría más tiempo más entrada la noche, ahora, lo único que quería era poseer una vez más a la mujer atrapada bajo su cuerpo.

 Así, el muchacho se acomodó entre las blancas piernas de la mujer, empujando con fuerza y penetrándola completamente de una sola vez.

  * Iiaaahhh, tamee!!… *

 La espalda de Machi se despegó de la cama al ella arquear su frágil cuerpo.

El grito, mezcla de dolor y placer, retumbó en la habitación, deleitando al cazador, cuya gran sonrisa delataba la satisfacción y el poder que él experimentaba en ese momento. El ir y venir de sus caderas no se hizo esperar.  Machi yacía inmóvil, con las piernas totalmente abiertas, sintiendo como era invadida por el pene del pelirojo.

 No era la primera vez, hacía mucho tiempo que ella se había convertido en la presa de Hisoka, así como en su amante. Poco duró el juego de persecución, especialmente cuando los papeles se intercambiaron.

  * E-espera… Hisoka !…*

 Machi jadeó, moviéndose intranquila bajo el musculoso cuerpo de su verdugo.

Si quería escapar, era inútil, además el ajetreo estimulaba al cazador, cuyas embestidas se tornaron más fuertes y profundas. La chica no lo pudo soportar; al igual que en las ocasiones anteriores, se abrazó al pelirojo y empujó sus caderas con todas sus fuerzas, al encuentro de la virilidad de su compañero.

 Y en medio de toda la brusquedad y locura de aquel acto, la chica buscó los labios del muchacho, encontrándolos desesperados, pero dispuestos a fundirse con los de ella.

La mujer gemía ya sin pudor o vergüenza; se había entregado completamente a ese hombre, olvidándose de su rencor o su deseo de venganza.

  ““La verdad, es que la atracción por él es mucho más fuerte.””

 Tras este pensamiento, la hermosa joven se dejó llevar, concentrándose en el ir y venir de las caderas de su amante y por su puesto en el delicioso escozor de su sexo que se estaba tornando más y más fuerte, casi insoportable.

  * Hi-Hisoka, onegai… n-no !… nnooo !!… *   _El pelirojo arqueó una ceja, confundido con la suplica de la chica. ¿Es qué acaso aun se resistía?._   * No… onegai… no te detengas !!… *

 Le dijo ella entre besos; el cazador sonrió complacido. El solo escucharla decir esas palabras lo llenaba de un placer indescriptible.

Hisoka la penetró con mayor fuerza aun y ella se movía acompasada a él, deleitándose y deleitándolo con la imagen de tenerla atrapada bajo su cuerpo, llena de gozo y aun más al ser presa de un fuerte orgasmo.

 La mujer se arqueó, lanzando un sonoro grito que entonaba le nombre de su compañero. Las pulsaciones de su intimidad eran fuertes y constantes, reteniendo al caliente y duro pene.

Hisoka apretó los dientes; dos, tres embestidas más antes de venirse dentro de la hermosa joven.

   El silencio de sus agitadas respiraciones era lo único que los acompañaba en ese momento

Él salió de ella y se acomodó sobre los suaves y perfectos pechos de la chica del Ryodan.

 * Eso fue… *

* Increíble!. *

 Ella sonrió al escucharlo completar la frase que ella inició; ese acento suyo era tan incitador.

Machi se permitió acariciar los rojizos cabellos del muchacho.

  * ¿Te irás mañana?. *

* Si ya sabes, ¿para qué preguntas?. *

 El cazador cerró los ojos. El juego había terminado por hoy, pero mañana lo empezarían nuevamente. ¿No era eso lo que habían estado haciendo por tantos meses?... ¿jugar?.

Machi escapaba y él la perseguía tan solo para, al encontrarla, atraparla entre sus brazos y hacerla suya, fingiendo que no había nada más entre ellos. . . aun cuando, para ambos, este juego era lo único importante en el mundo.

  Totalizado.

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Me encanta esta pareja, aunque no hay mucho sobre ellos.

Aun así, yo creo que Hisoka realmente está interesado en Machi. Pero igual no pude evitar describir al cazador un tanto brusco; así debía ser. . . ¿no? ^^’ .

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Este fanfiction fue escrito por MAEDA Ai  y es material de “Paradise”.

Totalizado el 10 de Octubre de 2008.

La dama del Hentai: Maeda Ai.

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#hunter x hunter #otros #hisoka x machi #hisoka #machi #lemon #lemon fic

[nani-the-what]

There Goes My Mind

The midnight sun burns brightly. 

Five years after escaping the Troupe, Kalluto decides to go find Him- the man that introduced him to a world of pain. 

Upon finding Him, Kalluto begins to question what love really is- and whether or not he can trust the past. 

———

A fic detailing Kalluto Zoldyck’s recovery from abuse at the hands of -someone- from the Phantom Troupe.

Ongoing, ~4k

#hisoillu fics #anime #hxh #hxh kalluto #hxh phinks #hxh machi #hxh chrollo #hunter x hunter #fiction #childhood abuse #hisoillu #illumi zoldyck #hisoka #zoldyck siblings

[red-elric]

not to fruits basket on main again but...... machi kuragi ❤️

#it me #fruits basket #machi kuragi #someone left a comment on my machi & kakeru fic yesterday so I reread it #and dang!!! I really do love those funky kids huh #machi esp tho #I wanna write from her pov again but idk if I have anything new to say about her? #like the specific voice I wanna write in is her as a kid just barely coming into herself #and I dont really wanna write a yuchi fic we have canon for that #may think on it a bit 🤔

[i-lovethatforme]

hiiii hope you’re well.

there’s this fic (i think multichap) where mj and peter are friends and mj wants a baby so peter volunteers or mj asks him for his help and they basically are like trying to get her pregnant over a period of months and realize they have feelings. do you know it?

Hi! I'm alright thank you, how are you? 💖💖💖

Weeeeee a @machiavelien fic, my fave so true! Ummmm it has since been culled rip messy divorce etc!!!! Maybe if you ask Machi she might reshare a snip w you? Idk! Don't shoot the messenger!!!!

In the mean time here are Machi's nsfwwwwww art pieces if you wanna a little spice! Or Horizontal Bodies which no, is not the same, but does has significantly less TS and some 😏

also!!!! 'a peculiar offer' by youheldyourbreathe! a one shot w the same premise xxxx

#asks #machi if i ask nicely will you post a new smutty picture bc im heartbroken over the fic or no???? #send help #when you reWRITE it w only the goods bits aka everything you write so true #ty #ask

[bwabys-scenarios]

Hi, i have read your fics and i love them, I have a question, in your opinion, do you think that the members of the phantom troupe care about a person's appearance when meeting someone? As if they were not a very attractive person or did not put much care into their appearance, like the typical nerdy girl

In my personal opinion I don’t think any of the phantom troupe members care too much about looks. Meteor City has all types of people, big and small, tall and short, fat and skinny, and pretty much everything.

They don’t have the same views as society does. They don’t inherently see others as good/bad due to how conventionally attractive they are/aren’t. Chrollo is extremely attractive, but he wouldn’t limit himself to dating models for example. Instead he would go for someone that shares his interests or way of thinking, OR go for someone completely different than him for a change of pace.

I think the only character that may care a LITTLE about appearances may be our blonde boy Shalnark, but that’s because he has a preference for big ladies :3 chubby, soft, plump!

None of the others care tbh. They go for more of a vibe than a certain look? Like Feitan likes people that are soft and smell good, and Machi likes women that have emotional intelligence and kind hearts.

I could go into detail about what kind of S/O they all like if y’all are interested 🤷‍♀️ I may have some differing opinions from most of the fandom because I see the troupe as a lot softer than others.

#phantom troupe x reader #phantom troupe #feitan x reader #feitan porter x reader #feitan headcanons #hunter x hunter feitan #machi x reader #machi hxh #chrollo x reader #chrollo headcanons #chrollo imagine #shalnark headcanons #shalnark x reader #shalnark hxh #x reader #requests open #anime x reader #headcanon #reader insert #hxh x reader #hxh imagines #hunter x hunter x reader #anime x chubby reader #chubby!reader #chubby reader #fem reader #fem!reader #female reader

[mayxo-hxh]

Im about to get controversial.

Out of chrollo, illumi and hisoka, hisoka is canonically the least likely to flirt to get anything he wants, if at all.

A lot of people think he's a natural flirt but I fear I couldn't have disagreed more. He only "flirted" a single time and that was solely to piss off machi, knowing she'd never agree. Hot take? He would've never asked if he knew she'd agree.

Also, bro's the biggest humanphobe in the anime. He keeps his distance from everyone. The only human physical contact he ever made was through fighting people. (If you're a person thats interested in seeing more evidence, I have an entire long thread about it on twitter that I do plan on posting here soon)

so u cannot give me 1 reason for hisoka to flirt with someone at a random bar but chrollo and illumi? i can think of a few.

chrollo, he already canonically flirts to get what he wants. straight up goes on dates gets a suit and shit. he has no reputation among the general public that hes concerned of that isnt the spider. Illumi? He's a manipulator. I HIGHLY doubt he never flirted to get something in his life from people who are too easy to win over. He's someone that wouldn't care what people think of him. He's also anonymous. People have no idea who tf he is anyways. If it affected the zoldyck reputation? Thats a different story.

Hisoka? he would fucking NEVER. Him specifically? HE HAS A REPUTATION. And whats that reputation? That hes an absolute disgusting freak that no one should dare to approach. He kills people. He fights live and makes sure the audience is always disgusted and weirded out by his actions and performances. You look at him and you should immediately look away and pray he hasn't seen you.

So riddle me this. If his entire shtick is making sure everyones afraid of him and avoids him, then why the hell would he get himself a reputation that makes him approachable????

Why would he get himself a reputation that makes you, as a person who only ever heard of him picking people up, want to approach him.

On top of that, I just.. don't see him picking random people up..??? random weaklings that dont even know nen????? he literally treats them like trash that inconveniences his time. You're saying he'd EVER give them the privilege of sleeping with him???

And then you'd say, oh so he'd sleep with strong people! HERES THE THING. Why would he sleep with them..... when he can fight them. Him getting off from fighting comes NOWHERE to actual sex. What people don't understand is that he gets off to killing people and seeing them crumble in front of him when they realize theyre going to die. Torturing people to death. What's... that got to do with like. yknow. actual sex bro 😭😭😭😭😭😭

this turned into a huge rant probably but do you know how genuinely depressing it is seeing a unique character like hisoka that gains lust through FIGHTING and KILLING reduced to. sex addict in fics. Like. be so fucking serious right now. He called himself a FIGHT ADDICT in the manga. Can I see more of him actually spending his time killing and fighting people instead of whatever the hell bros doing with a random npc.

Anyways this is also why I hc him as asexual/demisexual NEXTTTT

#When a fic is so good but they make a hisoka a sex god instead of a murderer. like dear god. Ya Allah. Mercy on me. #can i please get more fics where he absolutely fucking murders people in deranged ways like god (Togashi) intended instead of.... #(checks notes) .....sex??? #sorry to me this is 1 fanon characterization that i just gag from i cannot physically stomach that shit anymore. #also the way he never touched a single human and is not a touchy person yet the musical made disgustingly touchy with everyone including go #i saw red when i saw that one scene. #thats not fucking hisoka morow thats hekosa pedoro #if togashi wanted him to sleep around he would've so simply and easily made him mention that. Like even leorio said he jacks off. #yet togashi didnt. because HE DOESNT. #HISOKA GET BEHIND ME #anyways asexual hisoka morow canon goodnight everyone #also trans hisoka can we get a little more content of that i know its completely unrelated but pls im starving #i would put the “ill do it myself meme” WHICH I DO I HAVE A DEMI HISOILLU FIC but im so slow at writing fics sobs and throws up #hisoillu #hisoka x illumi #illumi #illumi zoldyck #hisoka #hisoka morow #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #hxh #hunter x hunter #my post #my analysis

[isaut]

𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒓— f!reader x chrollo lucilfer. 2.5 k, refurbished. original: ao3

synopsis: during a simple heist job two years ago, chrollo offered you a cigarette outside the library. it isn’t his fault he fell in love with you, is it? I finally felt it was time to give this fic a face lift. I’ve changed a lot since I started her, and it only felt right. If this gets a sign off from tumblr.com I’ll change the ao3 version

The skyline of Sirap is stunning, with the silhouetted buildings twinkling with lights, a hum bubbling from the streets and from the blimps in the sky. It’s a place that Chrollo has found solace in, has even made a home and a routine for himself in the past few years. He’s overstayed his welcome, set by his own nature. It’s been years since he’s fallen back into his mysterious, nomadic ways.  

Sitting in his study, Chrollo’s gaze is not on the skyline. He is not taking in the movements below him, taking up an old pastime of watching as people scurry by and wondering where they are going. Instead, his gaze is fixated on his computer, the blue light of the screen singing his eyes, drying them out. The pen in his hand clicks steadily against the stained oak of his desk. 

The steady click click click of the pen does little to soothe the worries that have begun to stir in his stomach. The unsettling feeling on his soul as he reads the message before him.

It’s an email. From his bank. A simple request for 10 000 000 jenny. With a simple message attached. 

I took care of the man who requested I eliminate your lover. I’ve forwarded his balance to you. You should receive a file from me shortly with details. Congratulations on your relationship. 

In a brief fit of rage that is quite unbecoming of the man he wishes to present himself as, Chrollo slams his hand against his desk before lending back in his chair, stewing over the message. He tears his eyes away from the message, looking instead out the large windows before him. He takes a deep breath of the not fresh air, and it does little to calm his emotions. 

As he watches a blimp float by in the sky, red light blinking against the darkness of the night, Chrollo can’t help but feel silly at how emotional he’s being. He can’t help but remember how he used to feel so indifferent, how everything felt stale. 

Stale like the air around him. 

With little reluctance, Chrollo sends the money over to his somewhat of an ally, Illumi. Their relationship was little more than constant transactions. He stands, stretches his arms above his head. Calling himself a banker had its pros: boring enough no one asked about it. It also had its cons: sometimes sitting in front of a computer for too long, researching his next thrill instead of boring into an excel spreadsheet. 

Chrollo thinks that, at the end of the day, death suits him. Even if he’s falsely climbed into the carriage. Even if his back aches from time to time. He briefly considers doing a few of the stretches his lover had recommended. His lover who had gotten him in the mess. The one where he carefully removes bricks from the walls around him and lays new bricks as he lies to cover up his reality. His lover who was still probably perched in the living room, waiting for him to come out of his office.  

The idea of you patiently waiting on the couch fills Chrollo with an uncomfortable guilt. He scrolls through his phone, looking for a text chain. He can’t find it, and resorts to drafting a new text in a small group message of just himself, Shalnark and Machi. If he took time to be truthful with himself, it felt odd texting the two of them. Even a year later, there’s an uncomfortable void, two of them in fact, of accumulated grief that press against his soul. He can’t shake it, nor can he steep in it. 

We need to have a meeting. In the next few months. 

Not ready to linger in those feelings, Chrollo locks his phone. Perhaps he’d mellow in those thoughts of the all consuming grief tonight, with your head resting on his chest as sleep washes over you. His gaze returns to the skyline. It’s dark out, it must be well past dinnertime. 

Chrollo shuts down his computer with the forceful, long press of a button. Shalnark, who set up the device for him, is berating him for not using softer methods. Chrollo pockets his phone, eager to deposit it somewhere and forget about it until morning. The journey from his office to the living room isn’t a long one, and it’s one he can chart by the way you’ve dappled yourself along the path. 

Gentle music flows from the living room, playing on the speakers that were brought from your apartment when you moved in. There’s a sweatshirt of yours on the ground that he picks up without much thought. He deposits it on the back of the couch, upon arriving to a deserted living room. 

It’s not deserted. There’s a blanket that looks like it used to be wrapped around you, slumped in the corner of the couch. There’s a stack of essays on the middle cushion, and a pen set upon them. Half a glass of wine sits on the coffee table, and beside it is your iPad, unlocked. 

Satisfaction brings the cat back. Chrollo leans over the iPad, investigating what you had been doing. He takes it upon himself to close the online shopping tab after seeing the total in the cart. 

Rounding the corner, you hold a mug of tea in your hands. The brightness of the lemongrass tea fills the air, and you take a deep breath, both of the tea and of the sight of your boyfriend. Both senses wake you up. 

Chrollo picks up the blanket, and sits in its place, throwing it over the armrest. He picks up the essay you had been in the middle of grading and flips it to the cover page. It’s thick, at least ten pages. A Turn About the Room: How Women Have Always Been the Secluded Ones. 

“Done working?” You ask him. 

Chrollo rests his arm along the backside of the couch to take you in. One of his shirts peeks out from below an oversized sweater of yours. Glasses perched atop your nose. He holds his hand out to you, palm up. 

“You should be too.”  

“I see how it is,” You say, coming over to his open hand. Your hand is still warm from holding the mug, and you slide your palm easily against Chrollo’s. 

Only, the man before you isn’t Chrollo, no, there is no mass murderer before you. No grandiose thief. He’s just Kuroro, a man with a penchant for reading and a sadness behind his eyes that’s curtained by charisma and a modern day definition of chivalry. 

A man who’s raising his other hand to take the mug from your own  hands, the heat barely bothering him. His fingers twine with yours, and he brings your hand to his lips to place a kiss upon it. 

“Do you?” 

You nod, leaning over the back of the couch and into his personal space and pressing a kiss against his cheek. He smells warm, of mellow, musky notes that you’ve come to associate when you think of him. Home smells like Kuroro, it smells like the cologne he wears and the aftershave in the morning, curling with a warm drink and incense in the air. 

It’s time to stop working for the day. 

Rounding the couch, you take a seat right beside Kuroro. Truly, you’re more so on top of him with the way your knee hinges over his thigh. Neither of you care. Not when you’re so close, not when the world seems to just be the two of you. 

Kuroro returns your mug to you, his now warmed hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“How’s work going?” You ask, blowing on your tea before taking a tentative sip. 

Kuroro hums at your question, resting his hand on your thigh. He rubs his hand over the smooth, plush skin. He ponders over how to answer, how to toe the line between being honest and being deceitful. It’s all for your safety after all. And here he has been, thinking he’d been doing a good job of maintaining your blissful ignorance to the world he hid in. 

“Stressful,” Kuroro admits, taking a deep breath before raising his gaze. 

“Mon pauvre,” You murmur, “Want some tea?” 

Pressing his brows together, Kuroro nods. You watch with infatuated eyes as he does just as you had earlier: blow on the warm drink, letting the steam lick up his face before taking a small sip. 

“Want to go get dinner?” You pose. “I haven’t eaten yet… We could go to the sushi place down the block.” 

The news Kuroro had received minutes earlier rings in his head. Bounces from ear to ear, unable to be ignored. He thinks of the mom and pop restaurant that had infatuated the two of you, of the kind couple who ran it. Of the grandma who greeted you everytime you came in. Who cooed over how cute of a couple you made. 

He thinks of an assassination attempt on either one of you. Of the chaos it would cause, of the rubble and the debris. He can envision your scared expression. The dead bodies of the kind family he’d come to know so well. 

It tugs at his heartstrings in a way he had believed was long since dead. Perhaps you had made him too soft. Too human. He felt the youth coursing through his soul again. 

With reluctance, Kuroro shakes his head. “I’ll make us something. Then you don’t have to get dressed.” 

“You’re so considerate,” You say with a smile. “What are we having?” 

“I have to check the fridge,” Kuroro replies. “Want to join me in the kitchen?” 

Of course you do. You’d altered your 10 year plan to accommodate the man. You’d follow him anywhere. 

Kuroro is, in his nature, secretive. It has always carried a certain charm with it: adds to the allure of his dark hair, his well-read nature and clean dress. However, you’ve picked up on a few tells he carries around with him. For instance, when he’s set on surprising you there’s a boyish glint in his brown eyes. When he’s morose in thoughts of life, both his own and philosophical, he’s oddly talkative. Always eager to find solace with his head on your chest or in your lap. And when he’s had a bad day at work, he’s quiet. 

You don’t like when he’s quiet. It’s not that you feel the need to fill silence with Kuroro. In fact, normally it’s quite the opposite. Silence is comfortable. 

The silence that hangs in the kitchen is not the comforting closeness you’ve grown to love. 

As Kuroro investigates the fridge for something to eat, you take it upon yourself to put on some music in the background. Amy Winehouse’s voice seeps through the silence. 

“Do you want tteokbokki?” Kuroro asks, holding a bag of rice cakes in his hand. His other rests on the refrigerator door. 

You come to stand beside him, peering into the fridge. It’s barren. Only a few condiments and pickled vegetables litter the shelves. You feel an emptiness in your stomach. Did you eat lunch? 

“Sure,” You say, resting your cheek on his shoulder. “Do you want some help?” 

“Just your company,” Kuroro responds smoothly, closing the door and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. The base notes of his cologne still cling to his skin. There’s cedar and vanilla. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, releasing you slowly. 

The gesture has your heart skipping a beat. You feel your face warm, feel as Kuroro’s hand slides along your shoulders. 

It makes Kuroro smile slightly, watching your reaction come over. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, then opens the refrigerator open again. 

“Go sit. I’ll get you some more wine.” 

You wet your lips as you take your place on the kitchen island. Kuroro sets the chilled white wine bottle in front of you, then busies himself in the kitchen, combining spices and sauces together and simmering them over low heat. 

To keep his mind off whatever was bothering him, you launch into telling him about the essays you’ve been grading— Final papers for your class on women’s oppression in literature. You teach it every other year in the spring, and this conversation is reminiscent of one you had when you first met Kuroro. 

This one is about Rokeya’s Sultana’s Dream and Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. It’s a fresh take on Austen’s work, and you’re glad to see Rokeya being cited. There are a few inconsistencies in the line of reasoning, but the student is a year too young to technically take the course. She reminds you of yourself, if you’re being completely honest— Ambitious, if not a little scatterbrained. 

Kuroro turns off the stove and sets the pot atop a woven potholder in front of you. He adds side bowls and chopsticks to the spread. 

“I’d love to take a peek,” He says, getting himself a wine glass to join in with your drinking. 

“You can. Want to see it now?” 

Kuroro shakes his head and sits next to you. “You know I’ll get sauce all over it.” 

Shrugging, you pick up your chopsticks. It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve spilt on an essay. “Thanks for cooking tonight.” 

“Careful, it’s hot,” Kuroro says as his you’re welcome. 

Even with his stomach pleasantly full, the overhead fan humming, and you pressed up against his side, sleep evades Chrollo. He tilts his head to the side, his hair fanned out on the too soft pillow. All pillows are too soft to him, anyways. He cushions his head for your comfort. 

Sleep’s tireless evasion from Chrollo is not one that he’s a stranger to. He often finds himself in this same position, surrounded by newfound comforts, his heart thrumming softly, his eyes on the twinkling lights of Sirap. Absentmindedly, he rubs his hand up and down your side, taking solace in the way your stomach moves with every deep breath you take. 

When you don’t drink before bed, you’re quick to rouse at his gentle petting. Sometimes, you wake at even the slightest shift. Groggily blinking away and rubbing your eyes, trying to see what’s wrong in the pitch black room. 

Not tonight. Tonight, you’re full and there’s wine in your brain. And Chrollo is alone with his thoughts. 

He turns his head to look at you. Cranes his neck to place a kiss to the top of your head without jostling you. 

There’s a grief on his soul tonight, and it’s not own he’s used to. Albeit accustomed to loss, Chrollo’s heart can’t fathom experiencing the gravity of loss again. To be responsible for someone’s death who was so innocent, who had nothing to do with the circumstances he put her in. 

So he places another kiss to your forehead, and shifts himself to wrap both of his arms around you. Invites your legs to tangle against his. He closes his eyes, and despite wishing for sleep it continues to evade him. So he takes deep breaths of you: shampoo, bodywash, oils and lotions. He lays in the dark, simply waiting. 

#chrollo x reader #by ophelia

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Masterlist

(divider by @cafekitsune) All of my JHutch fics in one place :) all is gender neutral reader! <3

⭐️ - my personal favorites

Josh Futturman:

File Room Confessions | WC: 1.5k | Summary: You and Josh snoop into the employee records room to find more information about his biotic co-workers. However, one conversation leads to another.

⭐️ Good Tidings | WC: 2.9k | Summary: You and Josh barely have any time to yourselves due time traveling nonstop, trying to save the fate of humanity. However, being at the Futturman’s Christmas dinner party granted you two a fair amount of time. (smut, 18+ content, MDNI)

His Silver Lining | WC: 2.7k | Summary: Josh had been adjusting fairly well to the year 2000 after tragically getting stuck in it. Though for quite a while, he had developed a crush on you ever since he first met you during his new job at Blockbuster. He finally gets the courage to ask you out—which was inviting you over at his place to watch a horror movie.

⭐️ Make Me (Joosh/J-Futz x Reader) | WC: 3.7k | Summary: You come by Joosh’s house a year since you’ve broken up with him, after realizing you left your box of important belongings there. Seeing each other again after a long time sparked not only bitterness and resumed arguments, but also unresolved tension. (smut, 18+ content, MDNI)

⭐️ “Hachi Machi!” | WC: 2.2k | Summary: After coming back to 2017 from ‘69, Josh realizes that his and Tiger and Wolf’s interference made some ripples in his timeline, such as the gun hanging in his parent’s house, the Blapple, Ray disappearing, and ultimately Dr. Kronish working alongside Stu Camilo. He’s relieved to know that you are still his partner in this timeline, but when one thing leads to another, he discovers one small change about you. (smut, 18+ content, MDNI)

The Little Things | WC: 1.8k | Summary: Upset that Josh has been overly stressed and traumatized recently, you decide to surprise him with a short getaway, a temporary escape—you were going to take him to see a dinosaur.

Billy (Burn 2019):

⭐️ Good Lucking Boy - Part 1 | WC: 3.4k | Part 2 | WC: 3.0k | Part 3 | WC: 3.1k | Summary: You go to a gas station and notice something peculiar. Immediately after, you wake up and acknowledge your current situation: in a chair, tied up to a stranger with your backs to each other, with restraints promising no way out. While you two figure out a plan to escape, you bond in the process.

Strange Honey | WC: 2.4k | Summary: One night at a bar, you meet a very mysterious man with a burn on the side of his face. As the tense and strained person you see him as, you decide to offer him some ease, giving the wannabe cowboy one hell of a ride. (smut, 18+ content, MDNI)

⭐️ depollute me, gentle angel | WC: 2.7k | Summary: It’s been days ever since the incident at Paradise Pumps. Days ever since Melinda. Days ever since Billy ran into your arms immediately after coming back home. They say time heals all wounds. But they’re never really truly gone. (TW: implications of past SA)

Mike Schmidt:

Baby Fever | WC: 2.0k | Summary: You never liked babies. You always believed they were burdensome and irritating. However, after having a baby lay peacefully in your arms, you made the decision—you wanted to raise one with your husband, Mike.

⭐️ Isn’t it Ironic? | WC: 2.8k | Summary: You attend an old friend’s wedding that you were surprisingly invited to. One downside—it was raining when everybody least expected it. Lucky that the whole ceremony and party were indoors, the event prospered, and you meet someone during the reception.

Derek Danforth:

High On You (GN!AFAB!Reader) | WC: 1.2k | Summary: You read over the statistics and analytics for Derek’s company, as he requested. Except, while you do this, you’re on his bed, lower half of your body exposed as he does lines of cocaine on your thigh—then he eats you out. (smut, 18+ content, MDNI)

⭐️ Ya Ne Prava | WC: 4.4k | Summary: Because everyone seemed to fail him, Derek Danforth decided to call you up to kill Mr. Clay. You are an assassin that had an intimate, yet complicated relationship with Derek in the past, sharing a bittersweet history together. You realize that you’re going against a Beekeeper, and felt obligated to spend one last night with your old lover, as this mission doesn’t guarantee your survival. But you’d do anything for him—even if it meant dying for him. (smut, 18+ content, MDNI)

⭐️ Soft Spot | WC: 1.7k | Summary: After a long, frustrating day of work, Derek comes back home to you for comfort. Being the tough, asshole-ish, and reckless man he was on the outside, he easily melts into you with sweetness and submission. After all, he had such a soft spot for you

You Were Everything (GN!AFAB!Reader) | WC: 2.3k | Summary: It’s been a few years since the divorce. When you accidentally got pregnant by Derek, he left immediately out of fear, leaving you pregnant all alone. Compromises and communication had become established and all he could do now was call your daughter. But one day, just like some others, he asks to see her in person again.

You Can’t Spell ‘FWB’ without ‘Friend’ | WC: 2.9k | Summary: Ever since the night before, you and Derek had become best friends with benefits. Bored at a fancy rich person party, you two decide to hook up again. However, when you’re inexplicably taken out of the mood, you two decide to do something else for the night: hang out like the best friends you were. (18+ content, MDNI)

⭐️ That’s A Wrap | WC: 3.5k | Summary: You and Derek are pornstars. Filming your next video, things start to go wrong and you two just end up messing around and having a laugh together. However, as your laughs diminishes, things begin to become increasingly intimate between the two of you. (smut, 18+ content, MDNI)

Clapton Davis:

The Unlikely Postulate of Clapton’s Love Life | Headcanons

Sean Anderson:

Not yet :(

Franklin Fox:

Not yet :(

#josh futturman #future man #josh futturman x reader #future man x reader #future man 2017 #billy burn x gn!reader #billy burn #billy burn x reader #burn 2019 #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt x reader #clapton davis x reader