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kiame-sama · 2 years

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Do you think you could write Phantom x male omega one day? I really love that series❤️❤️

Male reader version of the story I posted earlier. Feast, my lovies!

Warnings; yandere, abo au, omega reader, my omegaverse au, almost entirely nsfw, harem/ reverse-harem style relationship, NSFW teasing, orgasm denial, threeway, foursome, oral (male and female receiving), anal, tears, light spanking, light bondage, knotting, alpha behavior, threats (not towards reader), sex toys, mention of murder, possessive behavior, fluff at the end, male reader, male omegas can get pregnant too in my au, male omegas also create their own internal lube,

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You panted and whined as you gripped the fallen pillar in front of you, feeling such a large and firm length pushing into you with near bruising force. The knot that formed at the base of that length made the sounds of your copulation seem even louder, apparent squishing and squelching noises clear even with the volume you whined and moaned at. Your alpha- Chrollo- continued to pound away into you, the loose pants you wore lay pooled around your knees and allowed the alpha complete access to your tight ass.

The warmth radiating off of the alpha had you mewling and toes curling from the pleasure that burned through you. There was no need for you to muffle your whining moans as the only ones who could hear you were currently enjoying the sound of you being pounded into the smooth marble surface. Chrollo had waited a surprisingly long time before he decided to actually mate you and officially make you the Troupe's omega, having the right to mate you first as he was lead alpha of the troupe.

By no uncertain terms did the Troupe ever plan on losing you for any reason, every member nearly chomping at the bit to get their turn to mate you. The hierarchy within the Troupe would become apparent to you based off of who gets to mate you in what order. Of course, Chrollo was the top of the pack and was the apex alpha of the group so he had the right to mate you whenever he felt like it and when the Troupe spread out after a heist you would be with Chrollo or at least two other members. You faintly wondered who would be the second to claim you and mark you once Chrollo had his fill.

"Please... Please..! Alpha, I- fuck!"

"Good omega. That's my good boy... Tell me how much you want my knot, how much you NEED it to stuff you full."

"I need- I need it, alpha..! Please! I need your knot-!"

"Never forget who the alpha of the Troupe is, who your alpha is."

"Yes- Yes, alpha..!"

The low chuckle that hummed through his chest made your eyes roll back, feeling that hum through your body. You knew you would be sore after Chrollo was finished mating you for the time being, hoping that the Troupe would be able to curb their enthusiasm to let you rest before mating you as well. For now you only felt the thick and long length that was stuffed inside of you, feeling the knot at the base swell up even more with every thrust.

Once it felt almost too big was when Chrollo finally shoved the entirety of his length into you, the knot locking you both in place as each spurt of cum splashed into you. Your body responded to the large knot by scrambling your brain with bliss, shoving you directly into your fourth and strongest orgasm as your cum splashed onto the fallen pillar. The way you wailed and mewled from the sensation was sweeter than any music the Troupe had ever heard, loving the sound of their omega in absolute bliss.

Whereas Chrollo decided to take you to a more concealed location in the abandoned building to mate you, the Troupe was still able to hear every little noise you made and your scent was beginning to drive them feral. Pakunoda and Uvogin in particular felt a rather intense desire to mate you as soon as Chrollo was done, their alpha instincts desperately wanting to claim you for themselves or to mark up your soft body. The other Troupe members desired you to a similar level, everyone wanting to feel your wonderful omega body so pliant beneath their own.

"Which do you think is better, Machi, the one with an inflatable knot or the vibrating one?"

Shizuku sat looking at the assortment of strap-on dildos she and Machi had gathered, being the only two who did not have cocks to fuck you with but wanting the chance to do it all the same. Machi felt more along the lines of riding you, but she was willing to use whatever you wanted to fuck you senseless. Even beyond just the strap-on selection, there were countless other items made specifically to pleasure an omega. Sure, stealing a whole shipment of sex toys wasn't what they anticipated doing, but they weren't just going to toss the toys out without at least trying them on their lovely omega first.

"This one that has an inflatable knot, vibrates, and is dual sided."

"Oh! I forgot we had that one. What colors does it come in?"

"Sparkling pink, sparkling blue, and sparkling purple."

"Wait, what are we talking about again?"

As the two continued to look around the assortment of sex toys, your whining moans started up again, Chrollo likely putting you through another round of mating. Uvogin growled in vague impatience, wanting to storm up and snatch you away but knowing better than to interrupt Chrollo. Still, didn't mean he liked having to wait.

"If the Boss keeps this up, we won't be able to mate him for a few days!"

Despite his grumbling, he was still excited over the prospect of getting to have an omega at all. Nobunaga- as always- was the calming voice of reason for the large alpha, talking in a relaxed drawl as he waited among the others.

"And? You know how the Boss is, besides, (y/n)'s an omega. I don't know about you, Uvo, but I'm thinking we're all going to want to mate him several times. It's probably going to take a while for all of us to get a chance with him."

The large alpha only hummed in acknowledgement to the Gamma's words, knowing it was truth but still irritated all the same with the situation. All of the present Troupe members felt that want inside of them, eager to indulge in the rarity that was mating an omega. Even before Chrollo had taken you away to mate, they had agreed on where each member would put their mating mark on your soft skin. Those marks would bind you to the Troupe and the Troupe to you.

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"Mhmph-!"

Your whines were muffled due to the warm cock that currently took up most of the space in your mouth. Beneath you, Uvogin lay with his head between your legs and had been sucking harshly on you all while toying with your tight ass for at least two orgasms so far, refusing to release your hips to allow you the ability to stand. The sensation of his slightly rough hands pulling your hips in a thrusting motion made you mewl oh so sweetly for the pair, moaning around Nobunaga's cock.

They had both agreed what their roles would be in this interaction long before actually mating you, working together to make you a senseless moaning mess. Each time your voice cracked or you whined around Nobunaga's cock, the black haired man couldn't help but moan as well, your scent working the two males into a near frenzy state of pleasure. They both understood now why Chrollo had taken his time with you, the pheromones you let out making them want you even more and filling both males with the intense desire of making you delirious with pleasure.

As the second strongest alpha of the group, Uvogin and his usual gamma accomplice- Nobunaga- were the two allowed to mate you after Chrollo. Naturally, both were enamored by your scent and by you in general, wanting to mainly make you happy and relaxed among the two of them. Beyond just having you be comfortable with them, they wanted you to like them and enjoy mating with them.

"Fuck... (Y/n), you look so damn good like this... Just taking my cock so well..!"

Nobunaga couldn't help but pant and was nearly drooling at the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around his throbbing length. The sight paired with the sound of Uvogin sloppily slurping at your hard cock was almost enough to make him cum then and there, but with the sensation of you sucking so sweetly on him he was ready to fill your soft omega stomach with his seed. He felt his balls tighten as he shot his load down your throat, impulsively gripping the sides of your head and pushing as deep as your throat would allow him to go. The sensation of your throat hugging and massaging his cock as you slightly gagged had him reeling in bliss.

As soon as he felt that last spurt of cum leave his body, he was quick to pull back and let you breathe without his cock getting in the way. Sure, it felt heavenly to feel his cock so deep in your throat, but he wanted to make sure he didn't hurt you or push you too far while he sought to get himself off with your help.

Uvogin moaned beneath you as the sensation of Nobunaga cumming made you cum as well, just spurting into Uvogin's waiting throat which he happily drank down with an intense fervor. The large alpha's cock stood stiffly and almost seemed painful with how swollen and flushed it was, his knot already starting to form as he ached for your gentle touch and the warm embrace of your insides squeezing down on him. He was clearly excited and in desperate need for you, but the way he worked you over with his mouth made it clear he had no intention of letting you get up until he has had his fill.

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You cuddled close to the warm and soft chest of the female alpha, completely relaxed in the gentle embrace even as you whined softly from the stimulation between your soft thighs. Shizuku was quite happy to continue to lap at your slowly stiffening cock and slightly sore ass, the gamma contentedly soothed you after the rather rough pounding from the blond female alpha's cock. There was little on your mind other than the relaxed feeling of laying in Pakunoda's arms and allowing the forgetful gamma to lap up both your cum and the alpha's cum from your shaking thighs.

Occasionally you felt when Shizuku lost focus or seemed to forget what she was doing, but the slight lull in pleasure only for her to return to her task rather vigorously kept you a melted puddle of pleasure. The absolute comfort of letting the women care for you was just one perk of your decision to take the whole Troupe on as mates, knowing that you would always be satisfied regardless of which members you may be with.

"Here," Pakunoda hummed gently and held up a glass of water to your lips, helping you tilt it for a proper drink, "your throat must be dry after all of that moaning."

She chuckled softly as your face burned slightly from embarrassment, completely aware that the entire Troupe found your moans to be rather sweet music to listen to. It did come as a bit of a surprise to you to realize just how affectionate such dangerous individuals could be. You weren't kept in the dark about what the Troupe often did and how many the Troupe killed, but you also knew that there was not a single member that would try to harm you in any capacity.

It was soothing to your inner omega to know that the Troupe would never allow anything to happen to you, and even if it did they would die to get you back. Some part of you had expected their behavior to be rather protective, but even you realized that they were far past just being protective of you. If you ever wondered where you stood with the troupe, you would only need to talk to realize their complete adoration for you in how you immediately had their attention.

Even though they were all going to be your mates, you knew who your primary mate was simply for the fact he had the ability to chose who would mate you while you are in heat. It was decided rather easily as none of the others would dare oppose the apex alpha when he claimed the privilege of choosing to keep you by his side when the Troupe needed to split or who you would go with. It just wouldn't be safe to have you in heat around so many different ranks and in a densely populated city, your scent alone would be able to draw in every alpha in the city limits. You would have to be kept somewhere secure and away from large groups, so the apex alpha was the one to choose your ideal protector and mates during such times.

"You taste so good!"

Shizuku giggled in amusement, her glasses up on the top of her head like a hair-band keeping her dark black locks pushed back out of her face. Clearly she was happy tasting and teasing you as Pakunoda slowly and gently massaged your shaking thighs, enjoying the sight of the gamma sucking almost aggressively at your cock.

"Good omega... Our good little omega..."

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You were panting in complete bliss, trying to regain your breath even though the delta had yet to stop stimulating your now soft length, wringing several whining moans from you. Your hands gripped at the bright pink hair of the delta as you mewled, arching your back as she gently worked you over with precise strokes on your hardening cock and small tongue flicks over your tip. Everything Machi did only added to the immense pleasure you felt, wanting as much as she would give you.

"Such a handsome little omega... So cute and affectionate for me."

Machi slowly withdrew her fingers before she lay back against the many pillows and blankets that had been gathered by the troupe for the sole purpose of cushioning while mating you. She lightly tugged at the thin chain leash that connected to the collar the spiders had put on you, calling you over until you were between her legs. Her intelligent eyes never left your figure for a second as the corners of her mouth quirked up into a slight smirk.

"Be a good boy and enjoy your treat," she hummed, opening her legs to give you a clear view of her completely soaked pussy, "make sure you lick it all up."

It was clear what she wanted as she gave a gentle tug to the leash, licking her lips as you settled on your front with your mouth level to her warm sex. You slowly started with light licks, testing her reactions and getting a small taste of her slick before relaxing into the motions of long strokes of your tongue through her folds. Machi gently rest her hand on the back of your head, moving her hips in time with your mouth as you began to lave and slurp at her soft pussy.

"Fuck..! That's it... Good boy~! Such a good boy..!"

You moaned and whined into her heat, feeling the way your length stood stiffly and pressed against your thighs as you became more worked up. Machi was quite sweet now that you two were alone, doing what she could to pleasure you however possible. Her eyes were half-lidded and filled with pleasure, occasionally giving a light tug at the leash whenever you did something she particularly enjoyed.

"Look at me."

Her hand gently stroked over your cheek as you glanced up into her adoring gaze, listening to her moan from how obedient you were being. She rest her hand on the back of your head and pushed you into her folds, practically making you tongue fuck her as you both moaned and whined. The careful way she manipulated your head yet still let you breathe was endearing, knowing she wanted no harm to come to you despite also wanting pleasure from you.

Her touch was quite gentle, especially in comparison to others of the Troupe and that gentleness was quite soothing to you. It seemed as if she truly wanted to treat you as if you were delicate or fragile, almost like she was happy just having someone she could be soft with. You had initially thought she was going to be far more demanding like Pakunoda had been, but Machi seemed truly content with simply adoring you as you nuzzled between her warm folds.

"Do you want me to calm your frustrated cock, my sweet omega (y/n)?"

You made a noise of affirmation into her soft body and she smiled, enamored with the way you answered her without pulling away from her slick heat. She moved a hand beneath your jaw and slowly tried to lift you from your position between her legs, but a whining complaint from you made her laugh, cupping your cheeks with her hands.

"If you want me to help the both of us, you need to sit up for me."

Despite your want to remain where you were between her thighs, you allowed the pink-haired phantom to lead you into a sitting position, her legs spreading and her fingers spreading her warm folds. She pulled you close, fingers giving your soft ass a squeeze as she moved you so your cock slid through her warmth. Your slight yelp of surprise was followed by a sweet chuckle, feeling your stiff need pressed up against her soft pussy.

A slow roll of her hips made your tip slip inside of her, a satisfying warmth running through your body with surprising speed as you sank fully inside of her. Machi's hands, which had yet to leave your plush flesh made you move with her in a rather relaxed pace, moaning gently from the sensation. Eventually she didn't have to move you as you began to buck your hips on your own, seeking the warm sparks of pleasure that shot through you with your slightly clumsy hip movements.

"So precious..."

Machi hummed softly, matching whatever pace you set and allowing you to explore her unfamiliar and warm walls which squeezed and almost seemed to pulse around you. She doubted that Shizuku had done something similar, as the other woman had been more interested in sucking you off or in Pakunoda taking care of the both of you. It was almost a kind of additional pleasure that ran through her mind as she thought about being the first to see such cute and hesitant behavior from you in such a position. Omegas were used to being fucked, not usually the ones doing the fucking.

You leaned forward with your hands gripping her hips, catching one of her warm breasts in your mouth and muffling your sounds. Each quiet moan was near musical to Machi as she hummed with an enamored smile, taking in the sight with no small amount of pleasure. The way you gasped breathlessly around her soft breast and allowed the sensation to flood your body was just too much for your mate to handle.

With a startled yelp, you found yourself laying on your back with Machi's legs on either side of your hips. She straddled your body and continued moving her soaking heat to pump your cock, caressing your chest with a tender and kind touch. The pleasure began to build up as you got closer and closer to your climax, mewling and gasping to beg the delta to continue giving you what you needed so desperately.

Machi wasn't about to stop anyway, but she did find your whimpers and whining tones to be oh so sweet. She had been rather excited to be able to have you all to herself, seeing as the Troupe intentionally tried to group up as their rank and temper would dictate. As a delta, Machi was allowed to remain outside of a group given the natural tendency for deltas to not get along with other ranks very often.

"Please-! So close..! Fuck, please!"

"So cute."

She gently teased, only increasing her pace and roughly pushing you both over into complete bliss. You shivered and gasped, body tensing and relaxing as the waves of pleasure washed over you completely. The sensation of filling her up left you breathless on top of the delta who chuckled when she saw your tired expression.

"Want to rest, or keep going?"

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To say you were vaguely intimidated would be an understatement.

Franklin was not a small man and similarly his sturdy length was just as big as the rest of his body. Uvogin was a large alpha and you were able to take him well enough, but Franklin was just as big and even thicker. You could certainly take him, but there was going to be one hell of a stretch that vaguely distressed you.

As a delta, he was quiet and preferred to mate alone without any company. His quiet behavior was slightly unsettling but to your surprise he was very gentle every time he caressed your soft skin. You could feel he was trying to soothe your vague distress by being extra gentle while preparing you to take his large cock.

The way he slowly pumped his fingers into you was fairly soothing and certainly helped calm you down, his more gentle movements soothed you greatly. He certainly looked rather intimidating in size and general demeanor, so the relaxed way he interacted with you managed to keep your fear of him rather low. It also seemed like he was well aware of his size and the potentially negative impact it could have on you during mating, evident for the fact that he had three rather thick fingers inside of you at this point.

You moaned softly, letting the large delta move you and manipulate your body as he removed his fingers from your tender hole. He gently pulled at your hips and lifted you so you sat straddling his lap, his very eager length prodding at you as it twitched with his heartbeat. A soft whimper escaped your lips and Franklin hummed, rubbing your back soothingly and letting you control the speed at which he sank into you.

You were right in that it was one hell of a stretch, feeling the way your body had to strain just to fit the tip of his cock into you. A faint worry that you would be hurt if you went any further buzzed in the back of your mind, but you did your best to ignore that feeling. Your body was built to stretch and withstand quite a lot, seeing as every rank you encountered would be keen to mate you, so you should technically be able to take all of him.

With your hands resting on his chest, you continued to let yourself sink down onto the stiff length. Occasionally, your nails would bite down reflexively from stress and you would have to pause to calm yourself before continuing. It took some time, but eventually he was completely sheathed inside of your warm walls.

The both of you had to take a moment to simply adjust to the feeling, you adjusting to the stretch and Franklin adjusting to the embrace of your body. His cheeks were dusted a deep red and his eyes were half-lidded in pleasure, his pupils blown wide as he stared adoringly at you. You could feel the ample natural lubricant your body produced soothing any pain you would have felt from the stretch, able to see the way your stomach distended to show where he was inside of you.

Ever concerned about frightening or upsetting you, Franklin kept his hands resting on your hips and fought his desire to move even a little bit as you relaxed. He would let you go at your pace. If you wanted any friction from the rather snug fit, you would have to get it yourself.

The both of you let out a moan as you lifted up and let gravity pull you back down, his moan deeper and quieter compared to your exuberant high whine. You continued this motion until you fell into an easy rhythm, any stress you felt disappearing from your mind as it was replaced with pleasure. Franklin slowly began to move his hips up to meet you, helping lift you up and down when you began to tire.

It was then Franklin realized something rather obvious. Truly, the body of an omega was a wonderful thing. Omegas in general are wonderful.

You are wonderful.

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"Fuck..!"

You whined loudly as the delta above you hissed through his teeth, moving his hips at a relaxed and rolling pace that was near torturous to you. It made sense he would do something like that, Feitan was the primary torturer of the troupe and he clearly had keen interest in torturing himself with how slowly he was going as he caressed your soft body. Each slow thrust into you made you mewl beneath the delta as you pressed your hips back into the thrust, letting out a yelp at the light smack on your exposed ass.

"Told you, I decide the pace. Only me."

You whimpered loudly in an almost begging tone to the delta, staying as still as you could to not earn another swat. It didn't hurt or even burn, but you also knew you shouldn't push the temperamental delta if you could help it. Feitan had told you from the start that you could beg and whine as much as you wanted, but he was going to make the decision in how he wanted to breed you.

"Ple-please..!" You whined, wanting the delta to just spear into you and give you the blissful release you desired, "I need it..! Please..!"

"Begging? I fuck you how I want."

For a man who spoke very little, Feitan certainly managed to get you whining and mewling for him with the few words he did say. Though he spoke in incomplete or improper sentences, you understood him and what he wanted perfectly. When it was his turn to mate you, he was quick to put you on your hands and knees in the most common position to breed an omega in.

So far he had been very sparing in what little he gave you, but what he did do had you harder than stone and begging with cute little whimpers for more attention. The slow and relaxed pace he pushed into you made you mewl so sweetly and you began to realize why he was the last of the deltas to mate you. He truly seemed to have a difficult time being gentle so the only way he could mate you was after you've already been mated several times and had the chance to adjust to the sensation. Not to mention the fact that he had more 'adventurous' kinks, hence the fact that your wrists were cuffed together by a comfortable yet sturdy pair of handcuffs.

Even with the bondage or the way he worked you up, he tried to make sure you were comfortable and used a padded pair of fuzzy handcuffs from the stolen shipment of sex toys instead of the real cuffs he used to torture captives. The cuffs were gentle on your wrists but kept a clear power imbalance in place where Feitan got to make most- if not all- decisions.

You were whining loudly at this point, your pleading whimpers akin to the sound of an almost pained squeak given how desperate you were for more than the slow pace. The whines only gained in volume and intensity the longer the delta continued to go at such a slow pace, your nails digging into the soft mattress beneath you. You tried begging several more times but the delta continued to slowly and agonizingly tease you to the point that tears began to stream down your cheeks.

"Feitan."

A low and almost threatening tone broke through your whimpers as you recognized the voice of the apex alpha of the troupe. You honestly felt some surprise that the alpha was interrupting when he had been fairly passive up until that point. Feitan let out a low and menacing growl though it was likely driven more from instinct than from honest aggression.

"... Yeah, Boss?"

"It seems I need to remind you that mating (y/n) is a privilege. If you cause him more distress than pleasure, that privilege will be removed."

"He's fine."

"He's sobbing."

Feitan seemed to respond with honest surprise as if he hadn't even realized how much his teasing was actually impacting you. You whimpered and shivered slightly, your cheeks glistening with tears as you whined from the complete loss of friction when you so desperately wanted it. Every pant was followed by a sniffling whine that seemed to legitimately bother both the delta and apex alpha.

"Damn it," Feitan hissed, seeming to finally realize that you were very upset due to his relentless teasing, "shh..."

"If you cannot treat our omega properly, you will not be permitted to mate him again."

"Not usually gentle. Mates all fight and struggle, too much effort to keep alive before. Forgot (y/n) needs gentle mating."

"Well, make sure you don't forget again."

"Yes, Boss."

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You looked up at the male in front of you as you continued to use your mouth to pleasure him. Phinks slowly thrust his hips as you bobbed your head back and forth, hollowing your cheeks as you let your tongue massage the firm cock in your mouth. Clearly the blond was greatly enjoying the sensation of your warm mouth so soothingly working him over.

Either hand was wrapped around the cocks of the other two betas, Kortopi and Bonolenov, letting them thrust their hips and make their own friction. Beneath you, Shalnark held you up by your hips and frantically thrust up into you as he puffed out short moans from the sensation. The three betas and one gamma finally got their chance to mate you, feeling vaguely jealous they were the last of the Troupe to finally get to have you.

The order of mates made it clear to you what the pack hierarchy was. Naturally, Chrollo was the apex alpha so he was the leader of the pack. Next were the lower ranking alphas of the group, Uvogin and Pakunoda, along with their chosen gammas. Then the three deltas, Machi, Franklin, and Feitan, had their individual access to you. Finally were the three betas, Phinks, Bonolenov, and Kortopi, along with the last of the three gammas, Shalnark.

Where Nobunaga and Shizuku got to mate you before the betas, it was primarily due to the fact they had close ties with either of the two alphas who got to mate you after Chrollo. Shalnark didn't have an alpha out of the two that he was particularly close with, so he was put in a group with the three betas instead. He didn't seem all too bothered with the arrangement however, as he quite happily drilled himself up into you while you took care of the three betas.

Phinks let out long moans, louder than the other two betas, but they were moaning as well from your actions. Kortopi whined along with his moans as he panted and stared with lustful eyes. Bonolenov was the quietest of the trio of betas but he was clearly enjoying himself as well, his head tilted back and eyes closed in bliss.

Their increased pulses were easy to feel and you could tell they were getting close to cumming, from the way that the two betas thrust faster into your hands, to the way Shalnark seemed to wildly bury himself inside of you, even to how Phinks bucked his hips. The four males seemed to be consumed by their own pleasure and sought to reach their release, absolutely enamored with you and your actions.

"Fuck yes," Phinks moaned as he finally reached his climax, "swallow it all. Fuck... That's so damn sexy. Was it good? Tell me how good I taste."

"Tastes so good," you whined, licking your lips, "more, please."

Your words, paired with the way you let your mouth hang open and slightly stuck out your tongue, proved to be too much for the other two betas as they both groaned harshly with their own climaxes. The white cum speckled your hands, arms, and cheeks, almost immediately followed by your own release splattering your stomach at the hands of Shalnark. He happily emptied his aching cock into you and seemed to shiver in bliss as he tried to regain some sense of control.

"Let's switch places."

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You lay curled up with the apex alpha of the group, tired but satisfied after running the gauntlet that was mating the entire Troupe. There was only one member of the Troupe that you had not mated and that was simply because he never arrived or even showed up when the group met. The absence shouldn't have bothered you simply because he was supposedly always absent, but your sensitive omega brain took it as an insult.

Naturally, your sadness was enough of a motivator for Chrollo that he issued an order to the entire Troupe to make sure the absent member showed up. If any of the Troupe were to see this absentee member, they would make it clear that he was expected to show himself next time they were to meet for a heist. Of course, they wouldn't tell him exactly why he was expected, only that he needed to be present for that gathering.

It seemed like some of the Troupe didn't want him to show up, not overly keen on sharing you in any capacity even with this mysterious member. Part of you wondered if he was really one of the Troupe or if he was just some drifter. You also wondered if his absent behavior would change upon realizing that he was missing out on having an omega as a mate.

Until you meet that person, all you could do was wait and enjoy being the mate of such an attentive pack. With the warm hand of Chrollo rubbing your back and the undoubted affection you got from the Troupe, you figured that you would be rather content. They ensured you were happy and made sure to keep you protected all while you ensured to stay by their sides.

The arrangement was a win-win for all of you, and you couldn't be happier to give your coveted affection to those who rescued you from a terrible fate. All you truly wanted now was to stay with your mates and enjoy the life you would have been deprived of.

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uvobreakmylegs · 28 days

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Interim

Uvogin x reader

Warnings: mentions of captivity, abusive relationships, abuse, violence, blood, kidnapping, mentions of death

Word count: 9k

2:09 AM

A familiar nightmare wrenched you out of your sleep, one that left your heart pounding and your limbs shaking as you instantly reached for the table lamp, blindly scrambling at the lamp's base before you moved your hand upward to find the light switch. You needed the light on. You needed to be able to see clearly. You needed to know that you were alone – that there wasn't a large figure standing at the end of your bed watching you, waiting for you to become aware of his presence before he snatched you up.

You needed to know that you were the only one in your little apartment.

The light came on and you looked all about the bedroom.

And……

Nothing.

There was no sign of anyone being in there with you. The few pieces of furniture and personal items you owned were in the same places they had been when you went to bed the previous night, and with the exception of your work shirt that hung off the back of a chair, nothing in the room was in any sort of disarray. Nothing torn up or destroyed, no clothes that had been roughly shoved into your aged backpack that hung off the hook on the bedroom door.

And when you looked to the foot of the bed, you didn't see anyone standing before you.

You let out a shaky sigh of relief as you fell back onto your mattress.

Like the other times, it was only a nightmare. It wasn't real, it was only your deepest fears coming out from your subconscious, bringing forward the fears that you tried your best to keep at the back of your head every day. A possibility for your future that you were desperate to avoid.

But despite how often you'd experienced that particular nightmare, that only did so much to calm your rapid heartbeat. After all, he could still find you. Even though you had run so far and done so much to cover your tracks so that following you would be a near-impossible feat, no matter what you did, the fact remained that Uvogin could find you.

With how long you had been away from him, you felt pretty secure that you hadn't slipped up anywhere when you left; if there had been any clue you left behind, any images of you on a security camera that he or one of his friends would be able to see, then he would've gotten you by now. The fact that months had gone by and you didn't see any sign of your former captor had you feeling secure that you had done well when you got away from him.

But he could still find you.

Uvogin liked to travel around when he wasn't with the troupe, usually in search of strong opponents or ways to increase his already astounding physical strength. It was always possible that he might come to the town where you now lived for training purposes. Or maybe he would come for a different reason; maybe he'd come just to see what a remote town in the middle of a frozen wasteland looked like.

Either way, he could always find you. And no matter how much you assured yourself that the chances were slim, the fact that those chances still existed would never allow you to feel completely at ease.

There could always be a morning where your nightmare became a reality.

That thought made you shudder, and you pulled the blanket back up around your shoulders as you curled beneath it, not bothering to turn off the light. You'd need to go into work in four hours, but there was no way you were getting back to sleep before then. At least savor the warmth of your soft blankets before you need to go out into the cold, you told yourself.

You also told yourself not to think about Uvogin while you did that.

But of course, that was an impossible task. The instant you told yourself not to, images of him popped into your brain and he was all you could think about.

It wasn't fair.

After all this time being away from him, the months you'd spent building back up a normal life for yourself as you tried to integrate into your new home, your mind went back to him with every other thought. You couldn't help the way you wondered about what he was doing. Where he was. If today he would casually destroy numerous innocent lives that he wouldn't bother to remember, or if he would decide that the day was going to be a peaceful one. You couldn't imagine his way of life had stopped completely, but it wasn't like every day you had spent with him was one where blood was spilled.

It was only the really bad days that were like that.

Was Uvogin even still alive? That was something else that you thought about. The stress at the thought of him finding you was constant, but if you could have some sort of confirmation that he was dead, it would mean that all of stress could taken off of your mind. Maybe you wouldn't even need to keep living here and go back to the way your life had been before Uvo decided to mess it up for you.

It seemed like a long shot that he'd be dead, though. Especially when you remembered what he was capable of. You had too many memories of the way he could crumple up metal in his bare hands, or how he could take hits that would have demolished a normal person. Hell, not even bullets could do anything to him. So what the hell could even kill a man like him?

You sighed.

It'd be nice to imagine that he'd given up on you, at the very least. That you running and hiding away for so long had caused him to lose interest in you and that he'd shifted his obsessive focus to someone else. A thought that made you feel bad for that hypothetical third party, but it would technically be good for you.

….. What an awful thought to have.

You groaned as you pushed your face into the pillow.

It wasn't fair how he consumed your mind. It wasn't fair how you had this same internal dialogue every morning. It wasn't fair that he was always somewhere at the back of your head from the moment you woke up to the time you went to sleep. It wasn't fair that even in your dreams you weren't free of him.

Why did he need to pick you?

It was useless asking that question – you'd never get an answer for it. Not one that you'd be satisfied with, anyway.

Glancing up again at the time, you found it to be 2:16 AM.

Work was in four hours and you couldn't get back to sleep.

5:35 AM

You winced the second you stepped out the door, the cold air of the outside biting at your exposed skin without mercy. Unfortunately, as much as you wanted to barricade yourself in your apartment until the weather was better, you had to get to work.

And it wasn't like things would get any warmer; the days in Mowbray were freezing all year long.

Being located in one of the coldest areas in the world tended to do that; the town was surrounded on all sides by an icy tundra, a completely barren and snow covered land where nothing was able to grow. The harsh weather conditions meant that for the majority of the year, the main way in or out of Mowbray was by airship. There weren't any roads that connected the town to the outside world, and the vehicles that were capable of getting across the rough landscape were generally reserved for true emergencies. So the only visitors that the town would get that came by land were unusually determined people – Hunters, generally – and they only came into town during the summer months. The rest of the year no one dared venture out into that wasteland for fear of dying and being forever lost, buried beneath the snow.

With conditions like that, there weren't many people living there. The town's total population was just below the three thousand mark, and with a lack of anything one could do at Mowbray, it was a rare occurrence to get many out of town visitors. They usually ranged from relatives of other residents to the aforementioned Hunters, either coming in for a social call or for a job of some kind.

For the people who lived in the town year-round, the majority of them were those who had been born here and were happy with the way their lives were. Things here were simple and quiet, and very few had any desire to leave the life that kept them separated from the rest of the world. Some people moved to the town later in life in search of that peace, finding the way that the world worked outside was too overwhelming. Sometimes those in the latter group decided a few months in that it wasn't worth it and left, but a majority of that group was happy to stay.

And then there were the people whose sole purpose in coming to the town in was order to hide. Like you did.

You weren't the only one, as there were several who lived in the units around yours that raised suspicion. Like the old man who lived across from you with the long-healed burn marks on his hands that he tried to keep hidden. Or the younger woman who lived in a different building who you occasionally saw staring at a photo from a locket around her neck whenever she stepped outside to smoke. And then there was the tenant below you looked to be around your age and was constantly on alert as they always looked around them whenever they went outside, as if they feared they were being followed.

You speculated on what their stories were, what exactly had brought them to a place like this. And you could assume that they did the same with you: watching you pass them by while they quietly wondered what in the world had made you come here of all places.

Those weren't stories that would ever be shared as it was better to keep such things quiet.

As you trudged out into the snow so you could start your shift at the grocery store, you were annoyed with yourself that your thoughts once more went to Uvogin, and you subconsciously pushed the scarf around your face just a bit higher.

At least with living here, it was considered normal to cover up half of your face when you went outside.

5:59 AM

Only the faintest hints of the sunrise were beginning to color the sky when you entered the store and began to set everything up for the new workday. Turning on the lights, checking the shelves to see if any stock was out of place and making sure everything was clean before you unlocked the front doors to officially open the place. You had a routine in place that you followed religiously as you were desperate not to disappoint your boss, an elderly woman named Helena. She owned the place, and she was nice enough to give you a job despite the large gap in your work history, nor did she question you on why you had come to the town in the first place. She had always been warm to you, treating you as though you were one of her own. So after such a sweet old woman had taken a chance on you, you were determined to show her judgment hadn't been misplaced.

Helena had never doubted you, although that sentiment didn't seem to be rubbing off on the other long-time residents of the town.

The bell above the door chimed twenty minutes after the store had opened, and you called out a greeting. There was a mumbled reply in return, and then two sets of footsteps walked further into the store. As you anticipated that whoever had entered likely wouldn't be around long, you took your place at the register so as to be ready for them.

You then overheard part of their conversation.

“What'd you think is making them so antsy?” one man's voice asked.

“Dunno. Could be weather,” a different man answered.

“The weather? Do the dogs get that nervous over that?” the first one questioned.

“Sometimes. Could be that we're in for a bad storm.”

There was a brief period of silence before the second voice continued to say “then again, it could be something else completely.”

“Like what?”

The second man sounded slightly exasperated as he answered “I dunno. We'll have to see what happens.”

The first man seemed to take the hint to stop asking as nothing more was said.

Based on the conversation, you had a good idea as to the identity for at least one of the men, and as the two rounded the corner of the aisle, you found that you were correct in assuming one of them was Marlow, an older man who kept sled dogs. The man who was accompanying him was slightly younger, and you were pretty sure his name was Hugh. Both were carrying drinks and pre-made sandwiches, and they set them down on the counter in front of you.

You began to ring the items up as you asked “find everything okay?”

“Yeah.”

The response you got from Marlow was curt, the exasperation still present in his tone. He wasn't in a good mood.

A shame. You wanted to ask about his dogs, especially with what you had overheard moments ago. But it was better not to as you knew it was likely he would snap at you if you annoyed him too much.

Maybe when he was in a better mood you could ask if his dogs were alright.

They paid quickly once you had finished scanning the items, taking the jenny you'd given them in change and leaving the store to go to their jobs in the oil fields. You and Hugh made eye contact just before they left, and you smiled as you told him to have a good rest of his day.

He looked uncomfortable as he gave a brief nod in response before vanishing out the door, the bell above the entrance ringing out loudly.

It was a little sad that a majority of the townsfolk didn't like you. Most of them merely tolerated your presence while they looked at you with suspicion, not trusting you for a moment.

Helena told you that people would open up eventually. That you just needed to be around for a while before the close-knit community would be willing to let you in. Just be patient and it'll happen someday.

9:03 AM

The front door bell ringing out followed by a “hello there!” brought you out from the back area as you greeted your boss, who seemed happy as she headed towards you.

“How busy has it been so far?” Helena asked.

“It's been pretty slow,” you answered.

She nodded as she removed her scarf, saying “sounds normal for a Thursday.”

“Yep.”

You then remembered the conversation you'd overheard this morning, and you mentioned “I heard someone saying we might be in for bad weather, though, so it could pick up.”

“Really? Who said that?”

“Marlow. I heard him saying that his dogs were nervous.”

“Well, animals do have better senses than us, so they would be the first to know if something was off,” she said.

Helena pulled her coat off as she said “if we are in for some bad weather, it wouldn't be a bad idea to make sure we're fully stocked out front, just in case.”

You nodded, saying “sure. I can get started on that.”

She laughed.

“Not now. Do it when you get back from your break. You look like you could use one,” she said.

“Oh. Okay.”

She was hanging her coat up in the back when you asked “do I look that tired?”

“It's noticeable,” she told you, “did you not get a lot of sleep last night?”

“Not really,” you answered, “I woke up a bit too early this morning and I couldn't get back to sleep.”

You noticed the way her brows furrowed when you said that and you quickly added “it's fine, though. I'll just go to bed early tonight.”

She didn't seem completely convinced, but Helena nodded slowly as she replied “as long as you're sure. But don't be afraid to ask if you need to head home early.”

“I'll be okay. But thank you.”

She let you go after that, and you sat down in a small break room while you did as she had told you, taking out a drink you had packed from your locker.

Now that you weren't keeping busy with work, your mind went back to Uvogin.

It'd be nice if you could talk to someone about it, you thought to yourself. Helena had told you that you could talk to her about anything, and you wondered if she sensed that you were hiding something from her. It'd be nice to let out everything that had happened to you, who had taken you and why you were hiding here.

But doing that felt selfish. Did you really want to destroy an old woman's peace of mind by letting her know that there was a chance a man who happened to be mass murderer who was also obsessed with you might be come here one day? And would she still be nice to you once she learned everything?

It was better to keep it to yourself.

11:00 AM

A new shipment of goods arrived only a few minutes ago Helena left you in charge of the front while she made sure everything was in order. Doing as your boss had told you, you made sure to put out on the shelves wherever there was room. Currently you were restocking some of the shelves of soup that had already been running a bit low.

The bell above the front door rang out while you were kneeling by the shelf, and as you grabbed another can from the box next to you, you called out “welcome! Let me know if you need anything.”

There wasn't any response to your greeting, but you didn't pay much mind to it. You only made a mental note to keep an eye on the checkout counter so you wouldn't leave whoever it was waiting.

Though they didn't say anything, you heard them walk off the mat in front of the door as their footsteps sounded on the hard tiles of the floor. Those same footsteps walked over to the refrigerated section on the other side of the wall, and the hum that came from that section grew louder when one of the doors were opened.

At that point you didn't pay much attention to the other person, your mind going back to the task at hand while you continued to fill up the empty spaces on the shelves in front of you.

You needed to do some shopping of your own when your shift ended, you remembered. The contents of your pantry were starting to run low, and if the weather was going to be taking a turn for the worse, you didn't want to be stranded in your apartment without a decent supply of food.

With that thought in mind, you decided to leave one of the soup cans in the box so you could buy it for yourself later. That was at least one perk to working in a grocery store, and as minor as it was, you smiled to yourself.

The shadow of a person suddenly overtook the end of the aisle that led to the door. Still in the middle of restocking, you placed another can on the shelf as you instinctively looked over to the new presence that you sensed.

You froze.

You stayed in place, looking at the person who was now standing before you and you wondered if this was reality or another bad dream. The shudder that ran down your spine and the feel of the cold floor against your knees confirmed that this wasn't in your head – this was real.

Uvogin was here.

Standing at the end of the aisle.

Staring directly at you.

You stared back, unable to say or do anything, as for a moment, your mind stayed blank.

Then your mind began to race as you were forced to come to terms with your worst-case scenario that was playing out before you: he had found you. You were face to face with the man you had run from, the entire reason you had come to this town in the first place in the hopes that you would never see him again.

But now he was here, right in front of you.

All that time, all that effort had been for nothing. All of it was made meaningless the instant he laid eyes on you. The only thing that was guaranteed from this point out was that you were going to suffer for it, because there was little doubt that he was angry with you.

Your heart began to race and you felt like you were having trouble breathing. But you didn't look away from him.

He hadn't said anything.

What would happen now?

You had imagined him finding you at the store before this. In the times this awful scenario played out in your head, Uvogin would always grab you, toss you over his shoulder and carry you outside, regardless of if you were dressed for the weather or not. You doubted that he wanted you dead, but he wasn't against having you suffer if he felt you deserved it. Would he actually do what you'd imagined for so long? Or would he use threats to get you to drop what you were doing and make you go with him willingly?

Whatever he would do, he would act immediately. That was what you had believed.

Yet Uvogin wasn't saying anything. He was still standing there, his gaze boring holes into you while his mouth was pressed into a hard line. Meanwhile, you couldn't say anything. You were barely able to breathe at the moment, let alone try to get any words out.

A brief bit of hope made your heart skip – maybe he didn't realize it was you?

That hope was quashed within moments as you realized what a dumb thought that was. There was no chance that he didn't recognize you – Uvogin wasn't stupid. Whatever changes you had made to your appearance wouldn't have fooled him into thinking that you were another person, and definitely not after he'd spent so long staring at you. The way he was looking at you now meant that he definitely knew it was you. Trying to act like you were a simple shop worker and nothing more would probably only make him more angry.

Don't make this any worse for yourself

You said nothing, waiting for him to make the first move.

Helena and the deliveryman were still in the back, and no one had come in after Uvogin. It was only the two of you in the store at the moment; a perfect opportunity for him to grab you and take off. Maybe there would be people around outside to see the two of you, but even if they did witness your kidnapping, they wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Though seeing someone being taken against their will would spur most to action. That thought made you shudder. You really hoped none of them were suicidal enough to try and stop Uvogin. Those were deaths that you didn't want on your conscience. It would be better to beg for their lives now. Promise that you'll do everything he says just as long as he didn't hurt any of the residents of the small town and that the only one he should punish is you. You were at fault for what happened, not them.

You licked your dry lips as you prepared to speak.

Uvogin beat you to it.

Motioning over to the register with his head, he said to you “you gonna ring me up or what?”

He held a six pack of beer in one hand that he lifted up slightly while he said that. Somehow you'd managed to miss that before.

You needed to run his sentence over in your head a few times before you understood.

“Oh…. Okay.”

You kept an eye on him as you made your way to the register, anticipating the moment when he would roughly grab you and take you away from this place.

Yet he didn't do anything other than keep an eye on you as well, and when you made it behind the counter, he dropped the six pack in front of you. You couldn't help but flinch at the loud sound it made when it landed.

You looked at him and then back to the beer. Still no move on his part to grab you.

He…. He really wanted you to ring him up?

With only a single item to scan, the price of the item plus the sales tax added up to the total he owed, which flashed on a small screen in front of him. Upon seeing that, Uvogin frowned.

“Stuff is a lot more expensive here,” he commented.

That time you managed to get out something that resembled a coherent sentence, though you couldn't bring yourself to speak loudly.

“Just about everything comes in by airship,” you mumbled, “flying supplies is automatically expensive.”

Uvogin scoffed.

“So this place is in the middle of an empty wasteland, cold as fuck and you need to pay twice as much for a thing of beer? Seems like a shitty town to me.”

“….. The quiet is nice,” you said.

“Yeah, I'm sure the fact that this place is quiet is why you came here,” he answered sarcastically.

“…. Part of it.”

“Sure.”

You could hear Helena speaking to the deliveryman in the back. As nice as she was, she had a bad habit of chatting with people for just a bit too long.

It was just as well. If she came out and saw how you were right now, she'd assume that Uvogin had done something to you and demand that he leave or threaten to call the police. Depending on his mood, Uvo would respond in one of two ways: laugh it off if he was feeling good or kill her if he was annoyed.

She couldn't save you from him. No one in this town could.

And none of them deserved to die because of you.

Uvogin hadn't taken the beer nor payed for it, and you stood behind the counter, your hands folded in front of you while you waited for what was to come next.

When nothing happened, you chose to break the silence.

“What happens now?” you asked quietly.

“That all depends on what you do,” he answered.

“…. Are you going to kill anyone?”

“That depends on what you do,” Uvogin repeated, “there is a scenario where no one gets hurt and they all live on happily, but whether or not we go that route relies completely on where you choose to go from here.”

Uvogin crossed his arms as he asked, “so, you gonna give me any problems?”

You shook your head.

“Good. Now, where do you live?”

You kept your head low as you answered “Lerch apartments. It's a set of blue buildings.”

“What unit?”

“17E. On the second floor”

Uvo held out his hand as he ordered “give me your keys.”

You complied, reaching down to get the key ring in your pocket and taking off the one that unlocked your front door. He snatched it out of your hand when you held it out for him, and it quickly vanished into the pocket of his jacket.

“Do I need to be worried about any roommates?” Uvo asked.

“No. I live alone.”

“What about nosy neighbors?”

“They shouldn't bother you. The people there tend to keep to themselves.”

Uvogin nodded, then looked to the clock on the wall behind you.

“When do you get off?” he asked.

“Uh, in about an hour and a half.”

“Hm. Alright,” said Uvogin, “finish up your shift and we'll talk more when you get back.”

“Finish up?” you asked. That seemed strange to you, that he'd let you go about business as usual and let you finish your shift at your job. Hadn't the fact that you'd run away bothered him? Didn't he want to leave with you as soon as possible?

“Yeah, it'll look less suspicious that way,” he replied, “unless you wanna get off early.”

You shook your head.

He smirked as he said “I figured. You would rather try to delay the inevitable, wouldn't you?”

“N-no, it's not that. It's Helena. She's older. She needs help,” you said.

“She looked fine to me, but whatever,” he said, shrugging as he added “use her as an excuse if that's what you want.”

It wasn't completely an excuse. She did need help with some of the heavier lifting.

“I'm not using her as an excuse. She's been good to me and I want to help her out,” you told him.

He shrugged again as he reiterated “whatever. As long as you show up in ninety minutes.”

You nodded.

An hour and a half. That was all you had left of this little life you'd made for yourself up here. After that, you would return to what your life had been with Uvogin. Following him around like a pet as he journeyed to wherever he pleased, going with his whims to find whatever interested him most. You had no say in any of it, and if you kicked up too much of a fuss, he'd respond with some sort of violence.

What would he do to you for running?

“Anything else I should know about?” he asked.

“I don't think so.”

“Alright then. I'll be heading off.”

“But before I do that,” he added, “there's something you need to do for me first.”

You immediately became nervous as you asked “what?”

He smirked as he pointed to the cans of beer that were still sitting in front of you on the counter.

“Cover this for me,” he said.

You stared at him for a moment before looking back down to the beer. And after double-checking the amount that was owed, you let out a quiet sigh as you got out your wallet, putting your money into the register and getting out the change.

All this time and he still refused to carry cash.

“Gimme the receipt,” he told you.

You didn't question why he wanted it and just did as he said, printing it out and holding it for him to take.

But when you thought he was reaching for it, he instead grabbed you by the arm to pull you forward, causing the edge of the counter to dig into your stomach while he leaned in so he could whisper in your ear.

“By this point, we both know that you're prone to doing stupid shit,” Uvogin whispered, “and while you won't get very far with this weather, it'll be annoying to hunt you down in that tundra. But if you decide to do that anyway, just know that I'll level this entire fucking town before I go and get you.”

You could sense the grin on his face as he continued with “I'll probably start with grandma back there. Maybe splatter her brains across the walls before I move on to whoever's closest.”

“Please don't do that,” you whispered.

“Then don't run off.”

With that, he let go of your arm, took the receipt that you were still holding, and grabbed the case of beer as he began to head towards the front door.

Before he left, he looked back at you one last time.

He was grinning at you, but there was a look in his eyes that betrayed how he was truly feeling.

You were wrong about what you'd been thinking earlier.

He was angry.

Uvogin was angry at the lengths you'd gone to try and escape him. And now he'd be sitting at your apartment for an hour and a half, stewing in his emotions and becoming angrier and angrier until you got back.

A full body shudder ran through you at the thought of that.

Silently, you walked away from the counter and returned to the box of soup, settling yourself down on the floor before placing the last of the cans on the shelf. The box was empty when you were done, and as you got up slowly and collected the empty cardboard off from the floor, another shudder ran through you at the thought of what he'd be like when you returned to your apartment.

You should've just gone with him.

12:33 PM

The blue building looked foreboding as you approached it, the place that you had called home for so long now feeling like anything but. The dread of what awaited you in that apartment had long since settled in, and every step you took through the snow felt even more weighted down than normal. Yet you tried to keep your pace quick. You told him ninety minutes. That was how long he would be willing to wait before he went through with his threat.

Uvogin would absolutely go through with what he'd told you. He'd likely be even more inclined to destroy the town because of the remote location. Even if someone managed to get to a phone or a radio before Uvogin got to them, it would take hours before rescuers would arrive, and by that point, survivors would be an impossibility.

It was the first time you had considered that scenario, and you felt stupid for it. You had been so desperate for a place that was away from the rest of society that you didn't think about anything else.

But it wouldn't happen. You weren't going to let it. Ninety minutes later and you were returning, just as you'd promised.

Though not without some minor incident. After Uvogin left, Helena had noticed how far your mood had dropped and she'd asked you what was wrong. Unable to tell her the truth, you lied to her and told her that everything was fine. But even with your insistence that everything was fine, she didn't seem to believe you, even if she eventually let it go.

You wished you could've said goodbye to her. A proper farewell to someone who had been so kind, as there was no chance that you would ever see her again. Or anyone here. Helena and all of your neighbors would all become memories of a different time. And you would vanish from their lives without much of a trace. Would any of them wonder about what happened to you? Helena would – she would definitely worry over you, and you already felt guilty for that, for the stress you had yet to put that sweet woman under. Whether the others would care enough to bother worrying wasn't as clear.

You shouldn't be so worried about them, the selfish part of you said. After all, they weren't the ones that needed to deal with Uvogin. You did.

And a different line of thought began to run through your head once again as you made your way up the stairs.

What was Uvo going to do to you?

…. Nothing good, that was certain.

You stopped yourself before you could go any further. It was better not to think about it. Just let it happen so you can get through this faster.

The faster he's finished punishing you, the faster the whole ordeal is over with.

Reaching the door to your unit, muscle memory kicked in for a moment as you reached for you bag with the intent of pulling out your key before you remembered that you'd given it to Uvogin. Still, you tried the knob anyway.

It turned out that he'd left it unlocked as the door opened easily.

You didn't waste any time getting inside, quickly and loudly shutting the door behind you. There. He knew you were back now, like you promised.

Maybe that was enough to put him in a better mood.

Pulling yourself away from the door, you turned and walked in, finding that snow had already been tracked onto the carpet; Uvo hadn't bothered to remove his boots before he barged in. Clearly there was no point in doing so in his mind. You wouldn't be staying here anymore, so who cared if things got messed up?

You found him sitting back against your cheap couch, one foot propped up on your coffee table with a can of beer in hand. There were already two empty cans on the floor next to him. The rest of the room was in a messy state, and when you glanced towards your bedroom, you saw your things had been strewn about. He'd been going through your stuff while he waited for you.

Uvogin smirked once he saw you.

“I'm glad you chose not to be stupid,” he said.

You gave a short nod.

Uvogin pulled the can of beer away from his lips, one of his eyebrows arching up in question as he looked at you.

“What, got nothin' to say?” he asked.

“I don't know what you want me to say,” you answered.

“No? How about 'sorry I put you through all of this bullshit'? That might be a good place to start.”

“… Will me saying that I'm sorry change anything?”

“Nah.”

He pulled his foot off of the table so he could sit up fully, telling you “but after the way I needed to track you down, the least you can do is grovel for me.”

You looked down at your feet, finding it hard to maintain the eye contact he was giving you, and you mumbled out an “I'm sorry.”

“Hmm. Not sure that's good enough.”

A full body flinch ran through you when you heard him stand up, and every part of you wanted to run back to the door of your unit, to try and get away from him. Your hands started to sweat as he approached you and you were scared. You were so scared of what was going to happen from this point.

You made yourself stay in place by repeating in your head that running would only make things worse.

He was on you in moments, and you were reunited with that sensation of how small and weak you felt whenever he towered over you. How easily he could break you if he wanted. How easily he had broken you, snapping your bones whenever you had gone too far for him to laugh off whatever line you had crossed, and that was usually followed by him telling you that it wasn't that bad. You falling asleep while you cried in his arms was an occurrence that was far too common, and only ever served to make you feel even more pathetic. That even after he'd been the one to hurt you, you accepted the comfort he so patronizingly offered you, and the reason why he did so seemed to simply be because it amused him.

Before you met Uvogin, you hadn't thought of yourself as being weak, and during your time away from him, you felt as though you were gaining back some of the independence and confidence you had lost. All it took for those illusions to come crumbling to pieces was a few minutes in his presence once again.

Something violent would follow, you told yourself. Maybe he'd hit you, or maybe the way you were avoiding eye contact would annoy him enough that he'd yank you up by the hair and make you look at him.

Yet the violence you expected didn't come. Instead, he placed his hand on your cheek, his warm skin coming into contact with yours that was still chilled from the bitter cold outside. You stiffened.

What was he doing?

“You wanna try again?” he asked.

Uvogin's tone contrasted the almost gentle touch on your cheek. It held more than a hint of warning – there was a promise that things would be awful for you if you didn't do what he wanted.

You cleared your throat before you spoke again.

“I'm sorry, Uvogin,” you said.

“Yeah? What for?”

“For making you come out here to get me.”

“And?”

“For…. For running from you in the first place.”

“Anything else?”

…. What else was there to say?

“I'm just sorry in general,” you mumbled.

He hummed again, the hand that had been softly caressing your cheek stilling once he heard that.

“Sorry in general,” he repeated, “that's it?”

It was probably the wrong move, but you nodded.

Uvogin hummed again before he made you look back up at him. Surprisingly, he didn't seem too angry. If anything, the look on his face resembled that of disappointment.

“You make loving you really hard sometimes, you know that?”

“Loving me?” you repeated.

“Yeah, loving you,” Uvo said, raising an eyebrow as he asked “why are you questioning that?”

“…. It doesn't feel like you love me,” you answered.

“Why else would I come out here and chase you down?” Uvogin asked.

“Because you're controlling and you don't want to see me get away from you.”

He hummed, shrugging as he said “well, you're right on the second part.”

Somehow, despite the terror you felt of being in his presence once again, you managed to scoff at that. A horribly dumb mistake, as Uvogin's hand on your cheek stilled and he zeroed in on you.

“Got something to say?” he asked.

“….. No.”

“Oh, come on. Tell me the truth,” Uvo said. When you refused to respond, he tsked.

“This is why we have issues, babe. Because you refuse to open up like you should.”

“…. You say that like the issue isn't the fact that you hurt me,” you answered.

“If I treat you rough it's because you're the one who chooses to act out,” he replied, “I've been plenty good to you; the only reason the bad outweighs the good is because you keep fighting me.”

“And you sure haven't helped yourself with this stunt,” Uvo added, “but if being the bad guy means keeping you by my side where you're supposed to be, I'll be the fucking bad guy.”

The air around you suddenly felt a lot more dangerous. Your lip began to wobble while you trembled in his hold. Tears began to well up in your eyes, which Uvogin noticed immediately.

“Starting the waterworks already?” he asked, his tone mocking while he smirked at you.

That was it. The sight of him looking down at you like that was what finally made your composure snap, and useless words began to spill out of your mouth as you clutched at his jacket.

“Uvogin, please – let me go,” you began, “I can't go back to that life you live. Watching you do horrible things to innocent people – I can't do that anymore. I can't stand it. Please just let me stay here. I won't ever leave this place and I won't bother you ever again. I won't say anything to anyone about you or the troupe. Just leave me here.”

Uvogin said nothing, but judging by his expression, he wasn't at all impressed by your speech.

You pushed further.

“Uvo, please. This is what would be the best for both of us. If you really cared about me-”

The next thing you knew, you were on the floor. The side of your head that laid directly on the hard surface was aching, and there was a stinging pain in your opposite cheek as well as on your lip. You reached up to gingerly touch your face with your gloved hand, wincing as the pain worsened when you did so. Running a finger lightly over your lip, when you pulled your hand back, you saw a smearing of blood on the fabric.

It finally registered what exactly had caused that pain, the feeling of a palm against your face that struck you so hard your brain rattled about inside your head.

He hit you.

You finally got him mad enough that he hit you.

You should've expected it – no, you had expected it, and yet it still managed to come as a surprise.

Uvogin's boot roughly connected with your shoulder, and you cried out as you were forced onto your back. The only good thing was that he didn't pin you down like that, pulling his foot away from you after.

He was speaking.

“The cold air must've gotten to your brain, babe. You really think I would just leave you after I found you?” he asked, “that after everything, I'm just gonna say 'sure' and leave you behind in this wasteland? You really fucking think that there's some scenario where you're not coming out of this place with me?”

You felt the blood coming from the gash in your lip, dripping into your gaping mouth and bringing with it the taste of iron. Tears began to flow freely as you brought your hand back up to your mouth in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding.

Uvogin knelt down next to you, saying “I didn't hit you that hard; you'll be fine.”

That statement was horribly familiar. The way he shrugged off your injuries and making it clear that he felt you were overreacting. A single hit from him could kill the average person, but you mattered enough that he would control his strength because he didn't want you dead.

Uvogin scratched at the back of his head as he added “I have to ask, though: what the fuck you were expecting when you say shit like that?”

You didn't reply. Anything you said was likely to make him hurt you more.

After a few painfully silent moments where Uvogin watched you while you began to sob, he got up without saying another word, leaving you where you lay on the floor. You followed him with your eyes, watching until he disappeared into the kitchen, and a few moments after that, you heard the sounds of him opening and closing your cabinets and drawers before he found what he was looking for.

Uvogin returned, settling down next to you and pulling you off of the floor. You protested, feeling the ache in your head becoming worse from how he moved you. He ended up pulling you into his lap, holding a dish towel up against your busted lip.

“Use this before you bleed all over the place,” he told you, encouraging you to take the towel.

When you did as he said and you clutched the fabric up to your face, Uvo kept one hand on your back, rubbing up and down in a manner that was soothing.

Already you were back in that routine. Where he'd hurt you and then follow it up by making a show of kindness, as minimal as it was. And already you were accepting it by leaning into his touch.

Because what else were you going to do?

Uvo's voice cut through your thoughts as he said “we're gonna leave soon. I've got your bag packed, but if there's anything I didn't put in that you wanna keep, now's the time to take care of that.”

You didn't respond. And when you curled in on yourself in his lap while you tried to stifle his sobs, Uvogin didn't say anything further.

1:09 PM

You wished you could've watched as you left the town, as today was the last time you would ever see it.

Technically, you could've done that. But the coward in you feared what Uvo might do to you if he saw that. While you knew that the hit at the apartment was only the beginning and wouldn't compare to whatever punishment was awaiting you once you left the area, it was better not to test his patience and make him angrier with you.

You'd made him plenty angry by now.

At least your lip had stopped bleeding, and instead of clutching the dish towel to your face, you held on tight to the backpack Uvogin had packed for you while you sat in the passenger seat of the heavy duty off-road vehicle he had brought you to once you left the apartment. You didn't recognize it, and it seemed to be doing well enough on the area around Mowbray. He'd stolen it, no doubt, getting the vehicle so he could avoid anyone who would see you two if you left by airship.

Doing it this way was faster, too. Uvo likely had a schedule in his head that he wanted to keep to.

If you making him wait ninety minutes had caused a delay in that schedule, you'd probably end up paying for that, too.

There hadn't been any further violent incidents because you didn't give him any reason to respond in that way. Once he decided that it was time to go he pulled you off of his lap and told you to collect your things, you did as he said, quietly following behind him once he left the apartment.

Uvogin didn't seem quite as angry anymore. And as he drove you further and further away from the small town, he started talking again.

“Anybody there gonna kick up a fuss when they find out you're gone?” he asked.

“… I don't think so,” you said, “my boss will probably be worried, but I don't think she'll be able to do much.”

“You talking about that old woman?”

You nodded.

A terrible thought then occurred to you, and you felt compelled to say “I didn't tell her anything about you. She doesn't know anything beyond that I moved there for a change of pace. She's not a threat.”

Uvogin laughed.

“Relax. If I was worried about that, I would've gotten rid of her before we headed off. And even if you did tell her everything, what the hell is she gonna do about it?” he asked.

Hearing that was bittersweet. It did nothing to make your situation any better, but at least Helena wouldn't suffer because of you.

At least there was that to be grateful for.

Outside the vehicle, it was clear; not even the wind was making any effort to batter at the car. You idly thought how it definitely wasn't bad weather that had been bothering Marlow's dogs.

Another thought: it would've been nice to see them again.

“You gonna miss this place?” Uvogin asked.

“I don't know.”

He laughed a little.

“What, you went out of your way to come here and you didn't even like it?” he asked.

“I was trying to hide,” you began, “and it was away from the rest of society and seemed like a good place to lay low.”

You sighed as you said “but I was never able to escape you, even before you found me.”

You heard the confusion in his voice when he asked “what does that mean?”

Before you could wonder on if you should answer that question, you spoke.

“I thought about you a lot,” you admitted, “every day from when I woke up until I fell asleep, I was wondering how you were doing. You were constantly on my mind and I couldn't help it.”

There was silence after you said that. A silence that lasted longer than you would've expected. And now you were left to wonder if saying that had been a mistake and if you were going to pay for that as well.

It felt like it was impossible for you to stop from screwing up.

Then you heard him chuckle to himself.

….. Why was he laughing?

“I'm really happy to hear that,” Uvogin said.

“…. You're happy?”

“Yeah.”

He then reached over with his hand and tapped against your head as he added “because if you're worrying about me while you're away from me, that means there's some part of you in there that knows you're supposed to be with me. If you really hated me, why would you bother expending that mental energy, right?”

His hand settled on your shoulder, and when you didn't respond he began to squeeze as he asked again “right?”

“… Yeah,” you whispered.

Uvo's grip lessened and he patted you on the shoulder, saying “you should listen to that part of you more often. Then we can avoid shit like this.”

“Okay.”

He patted you again at your soft spoken response before he pulled away, and when you glanced up at him, you noted that he looked pleased with himself.

Today had been a good day for Uvogin. Even though he'd needed to go to extreme lengths to find you, he ultimately did just that and was now on his way back with his reclaimed prize. For him, things were going to go back to the way they were supposed to.

For you, it had been less than eleven hours since the simple life you made for yourself was destroyed with no chance of you ever reclaiming it. The chance that you would be able to escape Uvogin again was next to nothing as he would be sure not to slip up again when it came to you. Your busted lip still hurt, but it would heal up. As would the other wounds that would come as a consequence for your escape.

He would be there for you while you healed, offering those soft touches and kisses while he wiped away your tears. And you would accept them, all the while knowing that every minute you spent in his hold, internally you were breaking more and more.

#reader insert #yandere x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere uvogin #uvogin x reader #uvo x reader #yandere #yandere hxh #hxh x reader #hxh uvogin

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rotten-pomegranate · 1 month

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Uvogin headcannons

If I post this and it’s not done don’t judge it’s just because I didn’t add you to drafts bbg @baked-mango and ignore any spelling mistakes because I have long ass nails on right now

Idk these are smut and fluff and yandere I’m rlly tired rn this might be everywhere

𓂃𓊝𓄹𓄺

He picks you up and just walks around with you way to much, he won’t put you down if you ask either, you have to give him somthing if you want him to put you down (eyebrow wiggle)

he’s a great cook, makes some meals that would get gorden Ramsey asking for the recipe but chooses to get fast food

If you do something to mark him as yours like spraying your purfume in him, leaving hickey on his neck and not letting him cover them he might actually go crazy

He loves getting high with you, and doing the thing where he blows smoke into your mouth, he also likes fucking you while your both high

He steals sweet little things for you, like cute necklaces, bracelets, some nice earrings you’ve been eyeing, just don’t ask if anyone died so you could have them

He has 10 million pillows and like 1 blanket, his bed is massive to, like he has an Alaskan king next to another Alaskan king with one big costume made bed sheet

His house is baren, he doesn’t decorate, you’ll have to do all that, also the only thing in his fridge in some hot sauce and beer he may have a jar of pickles from time to time

I hope you don’t like doors because he breaks them down at least once a day

Nsfw

Hes a switch but you literally can’t top him like look at him

He loves power dynamic role play, like he’s a lord and your a slave that’s trying to get out of trouble or he’s a god and your a worshipper so you show him just how much you worship him

He also likes bondage just the satisfaction of tying you up and you not Being able to do a damn thing about it while he gets to do whatever he wants to you

If you call him master he’s fucking you right where you are he doesn’t give a shit he’ll pull you into the bathroom if you call him master

He adores when you bite him, it doesn’t do anything but he loves it

He loves pet play where he gets to put a cute little collar on you and he gets to punish you every time you do something bad

His aftercare is a 10/10 he runs a bath and gets in with you, if your lucky he’s ordered your favourite food and drink to, if you fall asleep no trouble he’ll just pick you up and snuggle into bed with you

#hxh #hunter x hunter #uvogin x me!#uvo x reader smut #uvogin x reader getting high #uvogin x reader smut #yandere uvogin #uvogin x reader #hxh uvogin #uvogin hunter x hunter #uvogin hxh #uvo x reader #hxh uvo #uvogin #writing

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skyyletai · 11 months

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OH GOD UVOGIN AND FERGUS HAVE THE SAME VIBE-

#I MEAN #IMAGINE THE BIG DAD UVO WHO WILL MOVE MOUNTAINS FOR HIS FAMILY.#hunter x hunter #phantom troupe #hxh #hunter x hunter fanfic #hxh headcanons #hxh manga #fanfic #chrollo lucilfer #genei ryodan #hxh chrollo #uvogin #uvogin hxh #hxh uvo #yandere uvogin #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #i don't speak english 🥹

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rotten-pomegranates-fics · 2 days

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𝖀𝖛𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖓 X 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Yandere uvo x afab reader

Warnings: size difference, slight pet play, dub con, Noncon, power play, tell me if I missed anything👍🏻

Notes: this is just a little bit inspired by headcannons that holydayaria where it said uvogin would let reader switch punishment for sex and I am literally writing this at like 3:00am so I hope y’all like it and if you don’t box me (ง'̀-'́)ง

Word count: idk cuzz my app for word counting wont work

You couldn’t believe this, being on your knees for him, being on your knees for your kidnapper, being on your knees for a monster

It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last, you know it but you don’t think you could handle being starved, or beaten or worse things that you couldn’t imagine, so here you are on your knees for uvogin waiting for him to come back and have his way with you

You jump when he walks in, he towers over you with a height you didn’t think humans could be, you where so lost in thought that you must not have heard his rather loud foot steps,“hey princess, are you ready?”, his voice is sickly sweet like he’s a high school bully about to rip up your homework and he’s rubbing it in your face first

All you did was take a nap, but he wasn’t happy you weren’t waiting at the door when he got home, if it was up to him you would be at the door with a tail wagging like a puppy so he gave you the option of punishment, he didn’t go into detail just punishment or you could let him do whatever he wanted to you in bed and you wouldn’t put up a fight, not that it would make a difference if you did put up a fight with his size and strength

You would have choose punishment over this most days but after the last punishment of being out in his garage and not being fed or even being able to use the bathroom in anything but a bucket he left you, you just couldn’t handle anything that would last more then a day, you didn’t doubt that you would be sore after this though

He walks over to you and places a heavy hand on your head to slightly tilt you up to look at his tall form, and you do look at him, you look at him as if he was a god and you were a lamb that just got sacrificed, not to mention the fact that you could see he was already partially hard

“Open up” he holds your head a bit harder,as if to let you know not to fuck up now, you let your mouth open and your tongue roll out and paired with having you look at him through your eyelashes you were just about the cutest thing in the world

“Shit” he says under his breath. He takes his other hand and starts to takes his cock out so he can put it on your face, he wasn’t just wrong he was thick he had weight

He wiggles your head around a bit more and you take the hint to start to licking his base and balls like the good little pet that he wanted “yeah good girl” he jerks his hips against you and you feel him twitch on the side of your face

He yanked you away and gripped your hair to yank you up quickly, it was to sodden, to fast it hurt “get on the bed” he let go of your hair and you quickly scamper to get on the bed so you could lay down and wait for him

He left the room for a minute before coming back with lube, he could never go in without lube, he liked hurting you to some level but without lube he might rip you in two, he gets on top of you and cages you underneath him

You weren’t ready, but he didn’t care he shoved his finger in you, you shout out in pain like a injured animal, who knows that might as well be what he sees you as “haha so small squeezing my fingers nice and tight” you looked up at him with teary eyes and it was only turning him on more and more by the second, of course he was

He lets out a booming laugh when he struggled to force another finger in your delicate body, you weren’t made for this, you weren’t made to be forced into stuff you didn’t want and you definitely weren’t made to have stuff forced in you “I think that’s enough, you think that enough sweetheart?”

He wasn’t really asking, just another way of scaring you “n-no please I’m not ready yet, just a bit more?” You jerked into him hopping to convince him “just a little more master please?”

“Ohhhh honey, you don’t get privileges when your bad and prep is a privilege” he pulls his fingers out and gets the bottle of lube to put a large about on his hands to lather his cock with it

He rubs his fingers up and down your slit a few times to get the rest of it off before his big angry red mushroom tip is pressed against you coin sized whole that wasn’t meant for something of his side

He started forcing it in and you swear this was the most painful thing he’s ever put you through, he’s broken bones, ripped your hair out and even let Feitan have some fun with you while he went away with the troupe. the first time he made you take him at least he prepared you enough that you didn’t feel like he was ripping you in half

“God baby your gonna snap my dick off” he gives a hard thrust that shakes your whole body and you try to kick and get away

The burning on your cheek brought that to a swift stop though, he had slapped you and when you looked up his eyes were dark looming over you like you were prey about to be devoured

In some sense you were, he was bigger, stronger, faster then you in every way shape and form there was nothing you could do if he did want to devour you

“Damn baby I was gonna go slow but I don’t think I can” he starts a rough pace and your only way to seek comfort is to cling to his biceps like your life depended on it, in this moment it felt like it did

You could feel him bumping your cervix and he wasn’t even in all the way, your definitely not walking for the next couple days

“Fuck yeah I’m about to cum” his pace keeps picking up and you don’t think you can take it for much longer “rap your legs around me now!”

He always got you to do that, you could never fully rap your legs around him but it still made him feel good so he made you do it

“Oh yeah keep it all in, take it” his hot ropes of fun where painting your walls white and you could feel that knot inside of you tightening to

You never wanted this to happen but you know your body’s gonna betray you like it had done all those times before

He was riding out his high when the knot snapped and you could feel yourself twitching around him and letting out a loud moan

“Did you just-“ he looked down at you with a confused face before it turned into a mocking smile full of teeth “haha you did to, this isn’t what I had in mind but at least ya get a good orgasm outta this”

All you could do was look down in shame while he pulled out to watch his thick cum deep out of you right before he fucks it right back in

Right when you roll over to try and get away from him and sleep the sorrow away he yanks your foot down the bed taking your whole body with it

“Oh sweetheart that was good but you didn’t really think we where done did you? No no I didn’t forgive you yet”

#uvogin x reader smoking #hxh uvogin x reader #uvogin x reader smut #uvogin x reader #hxh uvogin #uvo x reader #uvogin #hxh uvo #yandere uvogin x reader

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depravitycentral · 10 months

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Partnership

Yandere! Uvogin x fem! reader

Tw: kidnapping, stalking, theft, threats of violence, implied non-con, if your name is Stacy pretend it isn't, Stockholm Syndrome, brief mention of vomiting, Nobunaga is featured a bit in this but don't worry he doesn't want you, fem reader, MDNI

This is dedicated to @ramwrites, who is amazing and wonderful and offered to write me a welcome back gift, and I couldn't not give something back in return! Thanks for letting me write this for you; your writing is so good and makes me all giggly and inspired. For those interested, please check out her Shalnark piece - I haven't read it yet, but I'm sure it's just as good as everything else Ram produces.

WC: 10K

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy!

“So you went and got yourself kidnapped, huh?” Uvogin asks, cocking a brow at you.

You, who’s tied to a metal chair, gagged and blindfolded, very clearly having no fucking clue what is going on.

You squirm, sitting up straight at the sound of a new, unfamiliar voice. Your cute little sleeping shorts had ridden up a bit, exposing more of your thigh than you were probably comfortable with, and Uvo notices with a distant sense of enjoyment that the thin nightshirt you’re sporting is doing very little to hide the way the cold air is affecting your chest.

You’re weak, really; a pathetic little thing that has him scoffing and crossing his arms.

“Listen up, I’m only gonna tell you this once. A friend of yours – Stacy, was it? Anyway, this friend of yours got herself noticed by the wrong type of guy.” He starts, plopping down and sitting in his own identical metal chair, just without the restraints.

You stop struggling when he mentions her name, and he takes this as a sign to continue.

“See, Nobuanga’s not a bad guy. He’s a little rough around the edges, sure, but any guy who isn’t is hardly worth knowing.” He chuckles at his own assessment of his closest friend, though you don’t seem to share the sentiment. “Stacy works at that shitty little restaurant he loves – the one with the sticky, greasy booths and the fries that come drenched with salt and are so limp they literally drip oil.”

He shivers at the mere memory, the hamburger he’d ordered barely worth eating.

“Don’t know what she did, exactly, but somehow he’s smitten – she’s got him all fucked up, ranting and raving about how beautiful she is and how she smiles at him all the time and flirts with him on the clock. Real annoying, if you ask me.” He sighs heavily, letting his thumb sit at his chin as he loses himself in the story of his best friend falling in love – with your best friend, no less.

“And then she quit her job, I’m sure you know. Started working up at that movie theater – more shitty, oily food, just popcorn instead of fries this time.” He laughs again. “Nobunaga went crazy over that, you know, thinking that maybe she wanted to work in a more intimate setting like that so that he could sneak her off into some abandoned theater and get some one-on-one quality time, if you know what I mean.”

You grimace, at both the implications of his last statement and the mention of Stacy quitting. You know exactly why she’d quit – it was the whole reason you’d been staying at her place, really. She was convinced she had a stalker, that there was this crazy man who used to bother her at the diner and follow her home. It’d scared her, obviously, and she’d requested – with a guilty look and fiddling thumbs – if you’d be willing to spend the next few nights are her place with her, because maybe if there was more than one person home he wouldn’t get gutsy and break in. Of course you’d agreed, believing her fully and not wanting to leave her alone to deal with this crazed freak.

Although now, you’re starting to regret that decision just a bit.

“As I’m sure you know, it didn’t change much. Pretty stupid, to be honest – if a stalker’s that dedicated, how the hell is a change of occupation going to change anything? Chick’s pretty dumb, if you ask me.” He shrugs, and although you can’t see it through your blindfold, you’re sure his face is awfully apathetic about the whole situation. “She was ignoring him, refusing to serve him at the theater, reporting him to her manager, even calling the police and getting a description of him circulating. She was going to get a restraining order against him, even – again, like that’d do shit.”

He snorts, and you bite into the gag harder.

Sighing, he looks up at the ceiling. “See, that’s the thing about Nobunaga. He might seem a little lazy sometimes, but he’s got a heart of gold when it comes to the ones he cares about. He’d do anything for that woman – steal for her, kill for her, anything at all. He’s a sap, totally obsessed with the chick, but it’s kind of sweet in a way, I guess. Means he really cares about her. Isn’t that funny? Her stalker really is in love with her.”

You don’t find it particularly funny, but you can’t say much.

“Anyways, the police finally got a sighting of him last night. Went through the system pretty fast – I’m a little impressed, to be honest. Normally takes those bastards much longer to process things. Regardless, a few too many sirens were going last night, even a few cars parked outside the apartment he’s been squatting in, yelling his name in those big, gaudy megaphones of theirs. Caused a real stir, and sent the guy into a panic.”

He takes a moment to breath, tapping his foot lightly on the ground. “So what does he do? He calls me, in the middle of the night, talking so fast that I can’t even understand the guy. All I’m hearing is Stacy this, Stacy that, police and blah blah blah recognized. I had to force the words out of him before it made any sense, the idiot.” That same laugh rattles in your ears.

“Eventually I got him to be coherent, and he told me that he had to ‘make his move’, whatever the hell that meant. Said he couldn’t wait anymore, that he had to take Stacy and run – the police were coming, and even though it’s not hard to take out a couple of poorly trained guys, it’s still a pain in the ass and Shizuku’s not here to clean up his mess.

“Anyways, he starts begging me – literally, actually pleading with me, imagine that – to come and help him out. He told me there’s this other chick at her place – some girl she’s been keeping around for some unknown reason, and he needs someone to take care of the body.” Your blood goes cold, fear suddenly creeping back up your throat.

Was he going to kill you? Why was he bothering to tell you all this if he was just planning on slicing open your neck? Did he find some sick pleasure in prolonging your death?

He notices your discomfort, it seems, because soon he’s rolling his eyes, scoffing at you. “Calm down. You’re such a bad actor – can’t even see your face, really, and I know you’re scared shitless now. I’m not going to kill you, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

You calm slightly, but not much.

“As I was saying, there’s this girl he needs me to take care of – a quick death, nothing too flashy, which makes me immediately ask why the hell he’d request me of all people, when every time I kill it’s messy. It’s kind of my trademark, you know?”

You didn’t, and you hoped it’d stay that way.

He sighs again. “Anyways, I head on over to Stacy’s apartment, meeting Nobunaga outside and listening to him run down the plan. He’s going to run inside and knock her out, pulling her out of bed and running off to God knows where he’s got all set up for the two of them. And while he’s busy doing that, I’m supposed to head in and eliminate the friend. Seemed easy enough, if not a bit tedious, so I agree and we head inside, keeping mind of the sirens still in the distance.

“Everything’s going smoothly, except once we get the front door open, it becomes very clear that Nobunaga was stupid and panicked and didn’t bother to doublecheck if Stacy was actually asleep.” He pauses to sigh dramatically, like it’s some big annoyance. “She’s fully awake, standing about ten feet away from the door, and then she starts fucking screaming.”

You remember that bit – the screaming, that is, because it had woken you up from your slumber on Stacy’s couch. Everything is still blurry after that, disorientation fogging your brain from being so abruptly woken up.

“She’s yelling and screeching, and if Nobunaga hadn’t been there I probably would’ve killed her myself just to get her to shut the fuck up. She’s got one of those high, shrill, shrieky voices, you know? The kind that really drive me up the wall - it’s damn annoying.” He pauses, looking at you skeptically. “Hope you haven’t got one of those, things’ll get messy real quick if you do.”

You hope you don’t, either.

“He rushes forward and tries to grab her, but she swats at him and, get this, manages to punch him in the dick.” He laughs aloud at that, slapping his knee and throwing his head back. “This weak-ass girl manages to get him on the ground flat, stupid ass’s hands clutching at his dick, and what does she do in the meantime? She runs over to the couch, grabbing this girl and staring back at me like I’m some monster.”

You make a noise through the gag, but Uvogin ignores it.

“I’ve gotta hand it to Stacy, though, she’s got guts. She starts yellin’ at us about how she won’t let us kill the girl, how she’ll kill herself before she lets us get our hands on her, and immediately Nobunaga crumbles. I don’t know why the idiot didn’t think of the possibility earlier, but he totally freezes up when she threatens that, just gaping like a fish. It was pretty awkward for me, to be honest, because watching him get so thoroughly rejected was giving me serious second hand embarrassment. I mean, the chick literally said she’d rather kill herself than let Nobuanga take her – pretty harsh if you ask me.”

He looks back at your covered face, letting his gaze linger on the edges of the blindfold. “So he panics and gives into her demand, telling her he won’t kill her friend – says that he’ll just take her too, so that way everyone’s happy.”

He frowns a bit at you, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, everyone except you, probably. And except Stacy, too, probably. And except me. So really, Nobunaga’s the only happy one.”

Your face would sour if it was able to.

“Anyways, it wasn’t hard to knock them both out and bring ‘em to their respective holding places. I’ve got no clue where the hell Nobunaga’s keeping his chick, but I’m sure you’ve figured out that you’re Stacy’s little friend.”

You nod, slowly, the movement limited by your restraints. Your wrists have gone numb and your ankles feel bruised and sore, the ropes keeping them pinned the legs of the chair making blood flow difficult.

“So, what to do with you now.” His voice is wistful, like he’s actually contemplating, and that same familiar fear washes over you again.

He groans, the chair skidding out behind him as he stands to his full height. “Would you quit it with the fear? I already told you I’m not killing you, are you even listening to me?”

You nod again, faster this time.

Uvogin sighs, shuffling forward towards you. You can hear him approaching, and although your shoulders stiffen up, you try not to look as terrified as you feel. It doesn’t seem to work all that well, but he spares you another comment about it.

Soon the blindfold is ripped off your head, leaving your hair messy and out of place, your eyes squinting and blinking rapidly to adjust to the rather bright white light hanging over you and what you can now see is an absolute behemoth of a man.

He’s fucking huge – towering over you in every sense of the word, muscles practically bulging out of his body with how defined and massive they are. Black hairs cover every inch of his body you can see, even his arms and especially the bits of chest peeking out of his white top. Ragged, unruly hair sweeps down to his shoulders, making the muscles of his neck look even firmer, and you gulp. Any chance of escaping has basically left you now – there’s no way in hell you could ever beat that, especially if he’d already managed to kidnap you once.

He clears his throat and your gaze is brought up to his face, a small, strange wave of embarrassment flooding through you as you realize you’ve been caught staring. He’s smirking, though, and you take in the sharp line of his jaw, the thick, dark eyebrows that frame equally dark eyes. He’s attractive, in a strange, rugged sort of way, and you immediately feel sick at the thought.

“You like what you’re seein’?” He teases, and you immediately look away, still unable to reply with the gag covering your mouth.

He laughs, and sets his hands on his lips. “Well, looks like you’re stuck with me. Before you freak out, I can’t kill you because that damn Stacy really seems to care about you, and she’s told Nobunaga she’ll kill herself if she doesn’t get regular proof that you’re still alive.”

A flame of hope ignites in your chest, and internally you thank Stacy, even if this whole situation is less than ideal.

He seems to sense your sudden upturn in mood, chuckling with a condescending lilt. “Oh no, princess, that doesn’t mean I’m letting you go. No, you’ve gotta stay put, because now that you know what I look like, you’ll go to the cops and report me as fast as those little legs of yours can manage.”

You shake your head at that, eyes glistening with tears as he shuts down your last hope of escaping. Please, you internally beg him, hoping he’ll somehow be able to sense this too. I won’t, I promise!

His gaze narrows at you, before that same smirk is back. “I’m sure if you could talk you’d be telling me how you’ll never tell a soul, but you and I both know that’s bullshit. So I’ll save us both some time and keep you here, so that I don’t have to track you down again and lock you back up once you’ve just gotten free.”

You visibly deflate, and if Uvogin had been a kinder man, he would’ve almost felt bad for you. But instead, he just hums, crouching down in front of you. Even squatting he’s still taller than you, and it does nothing to make you feel less scared.

“Now listen up, here are the rules. I’m a pretty nice guy, all things considered, so don’t break my rules and I won’t break your bones.”

Your eyes get wide, but you nod along. He smiles, patting your knee.

“That’s good, see? You’re already doing better than that Stacy girl, at least you’re not fighting me every step of the way.” Something about his statement makes guilt eat away at your chest – are you supposed to be fighting more? There doesn’t really seem to be a point – this man is massive, and you’re all bound and unable to move. You’re doing the best you can, right?

“First,” He holds up a finger, “don’t even bother trying to escape. I’m bigger than you, faster than you, stronger than you, and smarter than you. There’s nothing you can try that I won’t see through, and you’ll end up regretting it more than you can imagine.

“Second, no trying to hurt yourself. Nobunaga will kill me if I let you die, and it’d be a pain to deal with him.” He fixes you a stern look, and you nod.

“Third, don’t go digging through my shit. I’m doing my buddy a favor by keeping you here, and if I find you snooping around… He didn’t say anything about roughing you up a bit, and it might be good for Stacy to see you with some bruises or a cast or two.” His threat doesn’t go unheard, and you nod again, throat bobbing as you swallow.

He stares at you for a moment more, gaze calculating and judging whether you’ve really accepted his conditions, before strong fingers come up to untie the knot keeping your gag in place.

“Don’t you scream, I’ll have to shut you up if you do.” He warns, before pulling the fabric away. Immediately you’re flexing your jaw, the muscle aching as you move it, and he watches with a neutral expression. You’re still tied up, unable to move really, and Uvogin gets a fleeting thought of how pitiful you look.

“Um,” You start, your voice a bit hoarse from being so dry and unused for the last few hours. “What’s your name?”

He blinks, before laughing a bit. “Of all the questions you could’ve asked, all the things you could’ve said and done as soon as you woke up from learning you’ve been kidnapped, and that’s what you chose? Shit, you wouldn’t survive in the wild, would you?”

Shame creeps up your neck at his belittlement, but before you can defend yourself he’s answering. “It’s Uvogin.”

You nod, not willing to look at him. It’s silent for a few moments, before he sighs again and reaches forward to untie the rope shackling your ankles and wrists. As soon as you’re free, you try to stretch out your limbs, keeping a weary eye on the man – Uvogin.

What a stupid name.

“Well, the fact that you’re not screaming your head off is a promising sign. Get up, I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.” He orders, already taking off towards the door in the corner of the small room. You try to follow him, but your legs aren’t moving right, and it takes you a while to make your way over there. He looks irritated at your lack of speed, but says nothing, only holding open the door until you make your way through.

You’re led down into a rather sparse apartment, only furnished with a single gray couch against one wall (with a few stains on it that make you wince a bit), a TV and some cabinets, a wooden table and two chairs, and a beat-up fridge in the adjoining kitchen. Everything’s clean, but the space lacks any sort of personality, and it makes you uncomfortable.

“That’s your bed, extra blankets are in the closet. If you need anything tell me, and I might snag it for you next time I’m out on a job.” Something about the way he says ‘snag’ makes you nervous, so you just mutter a small affirmation.

He gives you one last glance over, his eyes once again lingering on your chest, before stepping through the doorway.

“Wait, Uvogin!” Your voice, a bit wobbly and unsure, makes him turn back, his brow cocked and curiosity dancing on his features. (And a bit of surprise, too, because he hadn’t expected you to say anything to him, or even use his name. Maybe you weren’t as skittish and weak as you seemed – though, he doubted that.)

“Um, is it possible for me to see Stacy soon?” You asked, voice growing smaller with every word. He blinks, before standing up a bit straighter.

“Actually, you’re in luck. Nobunaga called me about an hour ago and let me know we’re meeting up in a few days – he said it would be good for Stacy to have a ‘playdate’ with you. Whatever the fuck that means.” Uvogin shrugs, looking entirely uninterested, and you bristle at Nobunaga’s choice of words. Poor Stacy.

Excitement brews in your chest; at least you’ll have a familiar face, and hopefully the stranger hasn’t done anything too terrible to your friend. Nodding, you glance back to the floor, wishing the hulking man staring at you would just leave. He does, a few moments later, and only then do you allow yourself to slump onto the bed he’s assigned you. The bedroom is bare like the rest of the home, with a twin bed set in the corner and a small set of drawers sitting nearby. It makes you laugh humorlessly – were you supposed to fill that chest? With what? You hadn’t brought anything with you, and you seriously doubted Uvogin would let you return home to grab some of your clothes.

Sighing, you sat onto the bed, the mattress firm under you. Distantly, some part of you was pleased – at least the bed would be comfortable enough.

Time passes slowly as you sit on the bed – not your bed, not yet. You stare at the wall ahead of you, the fear slowly seeping out of your system until only exhaustion remains. Sleep eventually takes over, and although you try to fight it, you’re slipping into a dreamless slumber before long.

Uvogin’s tolerable, you’ve found. He’s certainly not nice, nor is he an especially great person to be around, but he could be much worse, you suppose. He’s fed you twice daily for however long you’ve been stuck here (it feels like a week, so you’re assuming it is, if only to stave off any self-doubt that’s creeping into the corners of your mind), and the food’s not terrible. It’s clearly takeout, the packaging sometimes even having Chinese characters on it or restaurant logos, and you’ve been mostly satisfied with his choices so far. He’ll sometimes ask you what you want, and while you were too scared to answer the first few times (which only makes him scowl and roll his eyes, muttering a small damn, Nobunaga owes me one), eventually you’d felt safe enough to be honest.

He hasn’t hurt you, either. At least, not yet. You’re aware he could, if he wanted to – those muscles make it hard to forget, and you’d seen him crush his phone in his hand like a bug when a phone call with someone named Franklinwent poorly.

He’s scary, still, but you’ve reached the point now where you aren’t practically hyperventilating every time he enters the room. You still keep him in your field of vision, weary for any sudden changes in his behavior, but every day that passes has you growing more complacent with your position. The constant threat of Stacy potentially facing consequences for your actions doesn’t deter you from being on your best behavior, either.

Besides, sometimes he’s even a little bit funny – not that you’d ever laugh at his jokes, but he has this weird sense of humor that you think you’d like, if the situation had been different. If you’d met him on the street you definitely would’ve tried to cross to the other side, but you would’ve found him oddly charming, his snide remarks and cocky air a bit entertaining.

You try not to think about that, though, because the mere presence of these thoughts means the Stockholm Syndrome is starting to kick in. And while you aren’t the most resilient person on the planet, even you have to admit it’s a bit early for that.

Sighing, you take another bite of the curry he’d brought you, pleasantly surprised that the spice level was perfect. Uvogin didn’t have many rules, it was true, but he did have a few unspoken ones – one of which being that meals, particularly take-out meals, were to be eaten at the small, rickety table. Together, which wasn’t ideal.

“I’ve gotta make sure you don’t try to starve yourself or choke.” He’d told you the first time, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you into the seat across from his, the noodles sitting in front of you still packaged neatly in their container. At first you’d been nervous he would try to poison you, but eventually hunger got the best of you and you were slurping the noodles down, still keeping a nervous eye on the hulking man in front of you.

“So, big news.” He starts, taking a bite out of his chicken. He always took big bites, you’d noticed, but he ordered enough food that even if his pace was twice as fast as yours, he never finished before you.

You glance up at him, trying not to let toomuch curiosity show on your face, but he seems to realize anyway.

“I know you haven’t been up to much, but don’t make your excitement so obvious. Hurts my feelings to know you think I’m so boring.” He’s joking, you think, and to sate him you attempt to smile.

“Nobunaga called me again this morning; today’s the day.”

You practically choke on your food, eyes blowing wide and your hands beginning to shake. Finally, finally you’d be able to see Stacy – you’d been worried sick about her the last week or so, terrified that her transition to the life of being a captive hadn’t gone as smoothly as your own. (You snorted bitterly at that – smooth probably wasn’t the best word for how you’d been feeling, but at least you hadn’t been hit yet, or assaulted or any number of things. Hopefully Nobunaga wasn’t any worse of a person than your own captor.)

Uvogin is watching you, you realize, with a strange look in his eye. As soon as you glance up at him you look away again, clearing your throat and trying to keep your voice even as you ask, “That’s good, it’ll be nice to see her again.”

It’s silent for a moment, before his booming laugh makes you wince a bit. “Yeah, I’m sure you are. Finish up, I don’t like wasting food. Once you’re done we’ll head out - try to not to choke.”

He says that right as you start shoveling the food into your mouth, hoping that eating quicker will mean you can see Stacy quicker. He chuckles at you, but you follow his orders and slow down a bit. He throws you one more glance, that cocky smile on his lips, before digging into his own food again.

He’s eating a bit faster than normal, too, you notice.

He apologizes with an insincere tone as he ties the blindfold back on you (he’d told you that you can’t know where you are just in case you decide to get rebellious and run away), and soon you’re stuffed into a car. Everything’s hard to keep track of when you can’t see, but Uvogin’s talking (like normal), so you try to tune into the sound of his voice to help the time pass.

“Now listen, you might not wanna touch her too much, Nobunaga’s a bit…” He trails off, and you can hear his hand tightening on the steering wheel. “Possessive. You’re her friend and all, and I’m sure he won’t hurt you, especially not in front of her, but be careful.”

You nod, absentmindedly.

“Also, don’t be too surprised if she doesn’t look the way she used to. He was always going on about how she was dressed too inappropriately in her day-to-day life, so she might be a little underdressed.”

He’d hesitated to say underdressed, and you tried not to think about what that could mean.

It’s quiet for a few moments, and you shift in the car seat. He’d let you sit in the front, an unexpected luxury, but you didn’t like that he could see you while you couldn’t see him. He wouldn’t hurt you, you were mostly confident of that now, but who knew what he had planned.

“We’re almost there. If things go badly, I’ll get you out of there. You’re pretty damn weak, a broken bone would probably take a few weeks for you to heal. I don’t want to deal with you being injured, and I’m sure you don’t, either.”

Your lips must’ve given away your fear, because a moment later he’s sighing. “Did you know that you practically reek your emotions? I feel like I can smell ‘em, even when I can’t even see half your damn face.”

You don’t have anything to say to that, but you force yourself to speak anyway, not wanting to dignify his last comment. “Do you think – well, do you think Nobunaga will want to hurt me?”

Uvogin ponders your question for a moment, surprised that you’d spoken up. You hadn’t done much talking in the time he’d had you – he was sure it was because you were scared, but it was nice to hear you talking to him like you weren’t scared shitless of him. Even if you had every reason to be so terrified.

“Honestly, probably. Especially if you touch her.”

You suck in a breath, and Uvogin hums. “But it’s not going to happen.”

“What do you mean?”

You could practically hear his toothy grin.

“It’s my job to protect you, right? So I will. Even if the one you need protecting from is the same guy who wants you to be protected.”

Something in his tone gives you the impression he means those words more than he’s letting on, and you shiver as you imagine just who this Nobunaga guy could possibly be.

“Oh my god, oh my god – you’re alive! Thank god!” Stacy sobs, arms wrapping around you like a vice before you can even respond. You clutch her back just as tightly, burying your face into her brown curls, a few tears pricking at your eyes. You’d been nervous that Nobunaga would’ve hurt her, with the way Uvogin was describing him, but after a thorough look-over, you find no bruises or marks marring her olive skin.

Eventually she pulls back, but keeps her hands firmly grasping your shoulders. Her eyes are red with tears, and her lower lip is wobbling. She’s not hurt, but she looks bad – there’s heavy bags under eyes and her hair is frazzled, her lips look swollen and she’s clutching onto you hard. Really hard.

“Stacy, are you hurt?” You ask, letting your hands cup her cheeks. You see Nobunaga – who Uvogin had pointed out with a small that’s the guy when you’d walked in – stiffen up at that, and Uvogin’s warning flashes through your mind. You might not want to touch her. Right.

Stacy glances over at her captor, and you follow her gaze, only to see Uvogin give you a small nod and drag his friend out the door by the collar of his purple kimono, calling over his shoulder that they’ll be back in exactly five minutes, and that they’ll know if you try to escape.

As soon as the door closes, Stacy pulls you in for another hug, the words flying out of her mouth so quickly you can barely understand her. “He’s – Nobunaga, he’s horrible. He never leaves me alone, and he treats me like I’m some incompetent little baby, and he’s always touching me and I just – I can’t –“

You cut her off by pressing her face into your neck again, rubbing the back of her head and letting her cry. You’re crying too, now, but your tears fall silently compared to her sobbing.

You don’t say much, because what can you say? It would be a lie to tell her that everything’s going to be okay, and every other reassurance that dances on the tip of your tongue just feels wrong, like you’d be pointedly lying to her. Instead, you let her get it out, her grip on you never loosening. You’d known Nobunaga had been the root of all her anxieties the last few months, long before he’d gotten the gall to kidnap her. And while you were happy that she wasn’t hurt, it still pained you to see her like this.

Eventually she’d calmed down, and you feel her pull back and wipe at her sniffling nose. “I’m so sorry.” She whispers to you, looking like she’s on the verge of crying again. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this mess, I should’ve just gone quietly and left you alone. I shouldn’t have asked you to stay with me for a few weeks, now you’re really stuck with that monster.”

You don’t tell her that it’s okay, because it’s not. Some part of you is still bitter and resentful towards her for involving you, because she’s right. You could be still living your life if she hadn’t requested you to help deter her stalker from making a move. But despite your anger, you can’t find it in yourself to hate her. Not when she’s like this – not when she’s probably experiencing something even worse than you.

“It doesn’t matter now, all that matters is that we’re both alive, and we’re both okay. Or, at least, okay as we can be, given the situation.” You tell her, smiling softly. She blinks at you, eyes wide and vulnerable, before nodding and swallowing.

“Yeah, I was worried that you wouldn’t be, with the way Nobunaga was talking about Uvogin.” Her voice was hoarse still, and you laughed humorlessly at that.

“Yeah, well, he hasn’t hurt me yet, so I think I’ll be okay. He mostly just ignores me, honestly, so I guess I’m lucky.” Your attempt at optimism doesn’t make Stacy smile like you’d hoped. Rather, her lips pull into a frown and her eyebrows furrow.

“He ignores you? That doesn’t make sense.”

You expression mirrors hers. “What? I mean, the only reason I got kidnapped too was insurance so that you wouldn’t kill yourself –“

Stacy’s face morphs into one of horror, and her grip on your shoulders goes slack.

Quickly you’re backpedaling, worried the mention of her self-imposed death might’ve triggered something you wanted to avoid. “I’m not saying it’s your fault, I totally understand why you –“

“Alright, time’s up.” Nobunaga’s voice interrupts, and knuckly hands are suddenly on your shoulders, pushing you aside so that Nobunaga can stand in front of Stacy. You stumble back, falling backwards against Uvogin’s hard chest, immediately standing up straight.

Nobunaga’s cupping Stacy’s chin, and you can see from this angle the way he smiles, a slight pink color flooding his cheeks. It makes you sick, and the pained look on Stacy’s face only makes your gut sink more. She’s looking at you still, and something about the way her brows are cocked inward that makes you feel like she’s almost pitying you.

“Did you miss me, baby?” Nobunaga’s cooing down at her, and it makes your skin crawl. Uvogin sighs from behind you and grabs your wrist, dragging you out of the room. His grip is surprisingly gentle, and as you watch Stacy slowly fade from your view, you can’t help but be slightly grateful that at least your captor isn’t leaning down for a kiss like hers.

The car ride home is mostly quiet, and it’s not until you’re nearing the end of your time in the vehicle that Uvogin breaks the silence.

“So, what did you talk about while we were gone? Girly shit?” You think he’s attempting a joke, but you can’t even pretend to laugh at it.

“She’s not happy.” You comment, voice slightly flat, and Uvogin snorts at your words.

“Of course she’s not happy, she’s just been kidnapped. And by her stalker, no less – would anyone be happy? Hell, are you happy?” He asks you, and you blanch at his question. Somehow, though, it feels like some sort of trap, so you stay quiet.

He doesn’t say anything more until he’s pulling you out of the car, your footsteps hesitant and clumsy because he’d put that damn blindfold on you again. He guides you up to the apartment, and soon you’re standing in the living room area, the fabric falling from your eyes.

“I’ve got some errands to run today, so I’ll be gone for a while. Do you want anything while I’m out?” He asks, standing in front of the door with his arms crossed. You’re a bit touched that he’s offering to get you something, but you try not to focus on it. Of course you’re feeling grateful for him – he may be holding you captive, yes, but at least he hasn’t tried to kiss you or touch you. Poor Stacy didn’t share your luck.

“Um, maybe some chips? I don’t care what flavor, just something crunchy…” You trail off, looking at him nervously. You’d never requested anything before, and some part of you is convinced he’d only asked you the question to laugh in your face and deny you.

He cracks a smile and nods, hand already on the doorknob. “Okay. Okay, but you’d better be prepared to share, because I happen to be a big chip fan myself. So don’t get greedy, yeah?”

You half-smile, rubbing at your arm. “Yeah, I won’t be.”

He steps out the door, and once again the apartment is silent, his presence gone and all movement within the room gone, too.

The TV won’t work for you, you know that, but you’re still trying to get it to behave. Uvogin had to type in some password every time he turned it on, and it was too long and encoded for you to ever be able to decipher it. Still, you were clicking the power button of the remote over and over, hoping against hope that it would somehow short circuit and bypass that password screen. When it didn’t, you only sighed, rising to your feet and wandering towards the monitor.

Uvogin, you’d learned, was surprisingly meticulous – surprisingly organized, really. Meaning there was a chance he’d written down the password to the TV and had it stored somewhere. He’d only been gone for about a half hour, if the clock was any indication, and you had a lot of time to kill before he returned home. Not that he was your only source of entertainment – though, you’d read the single book he owned three times already.

Your knees crack as you kneel down in front of the cupboard the TV was sitting on, the wooden doors creaking as they open. The shelves are mostly empty – a few older remotes, and a cable channel guide.

Frustrated, you huff and let your shoulders slump, trying to decide what to do next. The TV obviously wasn’t planning on cooperating, though there was a cupboard right next to the one you’re searching through that could potentially hold the answer.

Uvogin’s rules distantly float through your mind, his gruff voice replaying in perfect clarity. Third, don’t go digging through my shit. Glancing back up the clock, you bite your lip. You had time, because while he was massive and huge and scary, there was no way he could get all his errands done in just thirty minutes.

With a deep breath, you move over to the other cabinet, letting your fingers curl around the knob. The doors don’t creak when they open, and immediately you’re scanning the shelves. These ones are full – with boxes, each labeled with a date on them. Cocking a brow, you examine the dates. January 4th – January 25th, April 29th – May 7th, and so on.

Intrigued, you slowly slide out one of the boxes, noticing not a single bit of dust is sitting on the cover. He must use this cabinet much more often than the one you’d been searching through previously, as a thick layer of dust had sprung up in your face the moment you opened the cabinet door.

The box itself is light, but you still set it down in front of you, your fingers delicate and careful, too worried that you’ll break something if you press too hard. And then Uvogin would know, surely, especially if he truly used this cabinet that often.

Slowly, you take off the box’s cover, and immediately your brows are scrunching together. What the hell?

When you’d imagined the kind of ‘shit’ Uvogin didn’t want you to snoop through, you hadn’t pegged it to be this. Whatever this was, that is.

It looked like a box full of receipts – tons of pieces of paper, all in weird sizes or shapes that looked like they were ripped out of some sort of notebook. The handwriting is messy, the letters all crammed together and difficult to decipher. You pick the paper on top up, turning it this way and that, trying to read the text.

Her: Sorry, I know it’s late, but I need to ask you a quick question.

Them: Yeah? What’s up?

Her: Do you think he’s alright? Chris, I mean – he hasn’t called me back for a few days, and I’m worried about him.

Them: You know Chris, it always takes him a while to respond. I wouldn’t worry, he’s just unpredictable.

Her: Yeah, I guess…

[6 second pause]

Them: Go to sleep, it’s late. You’ve got work in the morning, right?

Her: Yeah, I do. Okay, okay, I’m getting into bed now. Goodnight.

Them: Goodnight, call me when you hear back from him.

Her: Okay.

What was this? The ambiguity of it all confused you – who was her? Them? Chris?

You furrowed your brows, confusion sitting in your gut alongside a strange feeling. The hairs at the back of your neck prickled up, and a small pang of unease bolted through you.

Setting the piece of paper back into the bin, you picked up another one. This one was shorter, more to the point.

Her: Are we still on for Friday night?

Them: Yeah! Freddy’s, nine o’clock sharp. I’m buying, remember.

Her: You always say that, and you always get too shit faced to pay. Liar!

Them: Hey, I just know how to have fun! You could learn how to do that, you know.

Her: Yeah yeah, okay, I’ll see you later.

Your fingers are shaking as you finish reading the small, triangular slip of paper. Your lips are slightly parted, brows still crunched together. Something about the interaction between Her and Them felt oddly familiar – like something you’d heard before.

And the mention of Freddy’s. That’d been the name of a bar you frequented often with your friends, back before everything had gone to shit with Stacy.

Unnerved, you set the piece of paper back in the box and slide the box into its place on the shelf, running your eyes back over the listed date. August 28th – September 16th. One of your best friend’s birthdays was in that range.

Wiping your palms on your thighs, you try to calm the pounding of your heart. Something feels off, wrong in a way you can’t quite place. Surely, Freddy’s is a common enough name; it doesn’t necessarily mean your favorite bar. Plus, even if it does mean that particular bar, who knew who these people were. You surely don’t - who the hell is Chris?

Wanting to put some distance between you and the cabinet, you get to your feet again and close it, wandering away into the little hallway connecting the living space, bathroom and two bedrooms. Cupping some water in your hands from the bathroom sink, you splash your face, letting the cold wash over your skin. Closing your eyes, you try to calm down. It doesn’t mean anything – how could it? You’re probably just all shaken up after seeing Stacy and her freaky captor. Nobunaga disturbed you, you can’t deny it.

Sighing, you open your eyes, wiping your face with your towel. (Uvogin had been kind enough to give you one designated as your own, saving you from the horrible fate of having you dry your body with a towel that he’d already used.) Though you notice with a small start that the towel is wet, despite you not having showered recently. Odd.

As you turn to leave the room, you notice a shirt sitting piled up in the corner. It was black, and surely not your own – holding it up, it looked big enough to dwarf you. Must be Uvogin’s, then.

His bedroom is across from your own, and while you haven’t been inside it yet, it feels wrong to just leave his shirt on the floor, where it could get dirty and maybe even moldy. Besides, doing a little cleaning would keep you occupied – both from boredom, and from contemplating those weird slips of paper further.

You slowly open the door, immediately getting hit with a wave of musk. Uvogin normally smelled decent, but the scent in here is strong enough to make you wince a bit, the overwhelming stench of sweat, mint, and male making you a bit nauseous. To your surprise, the room is spotless – a very, very large bed sits floated in the middle, a navy and black flannel comforter covering the top while a few large, puffy pillows sit at attention at the head. A few pairs of boots are lined up in the corner, and a single picture looks to be taped up on the wall above them. Curiously, you step forward, moving towards the photo.

Uvogin had told you very little about himself – only that he worked as a contractor, of sorts, and that he didn’t have too many friends, so you wouldn’t have to worry about visitors. But now that you’re looking at the photo, you’re wondering if maybe that last statement hadn’t been so true – the photo is of a dozen or so people, all posing for the camera with various degrees of a smile on their face. Uvogin’s in the back, on the left side, his arm wrapped around the shoulders of a shorter blond man, his blue eyes in a wink and holding up his thumb. Uvogin’s smiling, and as you scan the photo, you stop when you hit Nobunaga, who’s seated in the front row next to a woman with big glasses and a modified cross necklace. Everyone looks happy, and briefly you wonder whether Uvogin considers these people friends. He must, if Nobunaga’s present – an odd sort of satisfaction worms its way into your chest at the thought. You don’t like Uvogin, surely not – but still, everyone needs friends, right? Even kidnappers.

God, you really are starting to develop Stockholm Syndrome.

Shaking your head to try and clear the thoughts, you approach his closet and snag a hanger, trying to hang up the shirt you’re holding in your arms. The thing is tall, and as you try to get the hanger’s hook to wrap over the metal bar, your eyes fall to the side, noticing something out of the corner of your vision.

It’s a soft pink, and you cock a brow. Uvogin? Owning something pink?

Eventually, and with a soft grunt, you get the hanger to successfully sit onto the bar, and immediately you’re investigating the pink thing. This goes directly against his rules, you know – you’re quite literally snooping, but hopefully he’d still be out for longer. Besides, even if he comes back, you could just tell him you’re putting away his shirt, and maybe he wouldn’t call you on your half-lie.

Whatever the thing is, it’s wedged pretty far back in the closet – you’d only managed to catch a brief glimpse of it, and for good reason. There’s a storage container in the back of the closet, an organizer of sorts with some compartments that all seem to be stuffed full. It’s hard to see, the overhead light dim to begin with and not penetrating too deeply into the dark closet, but you’re able to fish out the pink fabric soon enough.

It's lace, you realize, your curiosity only doubling. That same pin-prickly feeling is back, and as you slowly flatten out the cloth, your breath catches.

It’s a thong. Pink and lacy, with a bow decorating the back, right over the tailbone.

But more than that, the thong looks familiar. There’s a thread pulled on the front right side, and a stain on the fabric at the very bottom, looking awfully similar to the color your own discharge makes once it’s been washed.

Your fingers are shaking again, and you stumble back a bit, the back of your knees catching onto the bed so that you fall back and land on your ass, too busy staring at the cloth in your hands to bother trying to situate yourself.

These panties are yours.

You’re sure of it – you know because Stacy bought them for you a few months ago. She’d cheekily handed them to you with a big, gaudy bow on top, a wink sent your way and a demure because I know you’ve got a date tonight, and I also know you haven’t gotten laid in way too long. That was the night you’d been set up on a blind date with a friend’s coworker. He’d been nice, though you hadn’t slept with him, and you hadn’t gone out again after that. He didn’t seem all that interested in you as a romantic pursuit, but he was funny, and you’d hoped you could become friends, at least.

And his name was Chris. And he’d gone missing a few days after.

You drop the panties, a hand coming up to cover your mouth.

You don’t want to, and you know you shouldn’t, but before you can stop yourself you’re rushing forward to the closet, digging back to that storage compartment and rooting around for anything else you can find. It must be a coincidence; it has to be a coincidence. These can’t be your panties, you must be mistaken – why would Uvogin have these? How could he have these? You’d lost them in the laundry a while back.

At least, that’s what you’d assumed.

Pulling your hand back, you see you’ve grabbed a few items. They’re smaller, not clothing, but nonetheless incriminating. There’s a chapstick container, with a strange flavor on it that you’ve only seen once, back when you won it in some weird fundraising fair you’d been at for your job. Kiwi banana grape, it said in curling black lettering, and when you pop open the top, you notice it’s almost completely empty.

There’s also a button; it’s black with a strange shape, one you recognize as being from your favorite jacket. It’d fallen off one day, but you’d been too busy walking around the city to have realized. It was a real bummer, because it’d rendered the jacket unwearable because too big a draft would sneak through it.

And lastly, there’s a bandaid – it’s old, you can tell, with a kiddy pattern of some fairies and a dinosaur on it that the nurse had apologized for having to use, telling you it was all they had available at the time. You remembered it – it’d made you laugh that you’d gotten your flu shot and she’d patched it up with a bandaid designed for six year olds, even going so far as to snap a photo and send it in the group chat you kept with your friends.

You feel sick.

Throwing the small items back into the compartment, you rush to the bathroom, barely making it before you’re heaving, all the curry you’d forced down your throat earlier coming right back up.

What the fuck?

Who was Uvogin? Why did he have all of this? How did he have all of this? What did it mean? Your head’s rushing, too many thoughts and implications swimming through your oversaturated mind, and you have just barely enough strength to flush the toilet and stand up, staring at yourself in the mirror.

Stacy’s words rush back to you as you examine your face, seeing your wide eyes and the way your chest is rising and falling with each harsh breath slipping through your lips. He ignores you? That doesn’t make sense. None of it makes sense – none of it at all. Why would your by-association captor have any of your personal items? Especially personal items you’d lost or thrown away literal months ago, long before you’d ever started staying over at Stacy’s?

You know why, you just don’t want to admit it, and as you stare at yourself in the mirror, you try to come up with any other possible explanation. No. It can’t be. Stacy’s the one with the creepy stalker, not me.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door’s lock clicking open makes you snap up, adrenaline suddenly coursing through your veins. Uvogin’s home.

Immediately you’re running to your bed, jumping under the covers and shutting your eyes tightly, praying that Uvogin will think you’re asleep and won’t bother you. You need more time to figure this out – it’s all too much, and while it probably won’t be any easier the longer you wait, you need something.

You can’t look at him yet. You won’t.

“I got your chips! Didn’t know which flavor to choose, so I got three I think you might like. I’m serious, though, you have to share. I’m an animal, and I will steal your food.” He laughs at that, and you hear him set down the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. Your eyes are still closed so tightly that it hurts, and you ball your fists up in the blankets as hard as you can. You’d curled up into a fetal position, and you force yourself to stay still as you hear his loud footsteps coming down the hall.

He calls your name, peeking his head into every room he passes. Soon he sees you in your bed, and although you look a little stiff, his shoulders immediately lose their tension. A smile flits across his lips, and he slowly, quietly shuts the door, retreating back to his own room.

You sigh, peeling open your eyes and trying to get your breathing under control. You’d been holding your breath, and now that he’s actually home in the apartment, it’s difficult to not let yourself panic.

It becomes much, much more difficult when you hear a noise come from his bedroom, though. What the hell’s this?

There’s a muffled curse, and your blood runs cold as quick, heavy footsteps lead right up to your door. He swings it open and your eyes fly shut, trying desperately in vain to appear like you’re still sleeping.

“Wake the fuck up.” He says, and immediately you open your eyes, your fear too strong to ignore. He’s holding the pink panties in his hands, and you realize with a small burst of terror that in your haste to get to the bathroom, you’d left them on the floor. In his room. Right where he can see that they’ve been moved.

Fuck fuck fuck.

"I only have three rules. What are they?” He barks, and you’re trying to curl up even smaller, hoping his promise of not hurting you will still ring true. Though, he’s lied about pretty much everything else – how do you know if that part wasn’t all a lie, too?

“No hurting myself, no escaping, and no – no snooping.” You whisper, and Uvogin bares his teeth.

“I’ve been good to you – patient, something that takes a hell of a lot of effort for me. And what do you do in return? You go and do one of the very few things I’ve forbidden.” He looks impossibly tall right now, towering over you with those muscles, the panties looking downright tiny between his monstrous fingers. “Tell me why. Explain to me why the hell you were snooping through my closet.”

You shut your eyes again, too scared to look at him. “I was putting away a shirt you left in the bathroom. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did it, please don’t hurt me, please –“

He interrupts you with a huff, and you tense up, waiting for some blow to land. It doesn’t, though, and after a good thirty seconds, you finally peel an eye open, almost too scared to see what he’s doing.

You don’t expect the small smile that’s sitting on his lips, nor the hand on his hip. He locks his eyes with yours, then sighs. “Well, this is most definitely not the way I wanted you to find out. See, I had this whole plan – Nobunaga came up with it, one of the very few things he’s ever thought of that actually impressed me.”

You’re confused again, but that sick feeling still hasn’t gone away. All you can seem to look at are your panties, wedged in his fist.

“He told me that since you and Stacy were so close, we could cut a deal – kidnap you both at once, get more bang for our buck. There was no way to hide Nobunaga’s feelings for Stacy, sure, but you? Well, you haven’t noticed anyone following you, have you?” Uvogin asks, cocking his head at you and letting his smile get a bit wider.

You quickly shake your head no.

“I’m better at this stuff than he is. He always gets too excited to talk to her, wants to interact and have her lookin’ at him. I get it, I really do. Even now, even with you scared shitless and looking at me like I’m about to kill you, just you acknowledging me is getting me hard as a fucking rock.”

Involuntarily, your eyes dart down to his navel, and with a small, strangled sound of fear, you notice the way there’s a prominent bulge forming in those shorts of his.

He laughs at your change in focus, and steps forward. Hooking a finger under your chin, he smirks down at you. “I’m better at hiding myself, and I was willing to play the long game, content with watching you until the right time came to snatch you up. But when Nobunaga offered, telling me there was a way to get you all to myself and make sure you grew to want me organically? Well, I couldn’t resist, could I?”

You want to tell him he absolutely could’ve, or that you wouldn’t have ‘wanted him organically’, whatever the hell that meant, but your tongue doesn’t seem to be working.

He leans down, face coming closer and closer to yours. “You had no idea, did you? How do you think I knew what kind of mattress to get you? How do you think I knew exactly what to order for you for takeout, even when you were too scared to tell me? How do you think I know what shampoo and conditioner to buy you, or even what kind of fucking cologne you like? Believe me, I’m only wearing this shit for you.”

You’re frozen, unable to move, unable to do anything but stare at him.

“Do you get it now, princess? See, Nobunaga doesn’t give two shits about whether you live or die – he’ll get Stacy to do what he wants no matter what. But me? I give a shit.” He’s so close to you that you can smell his breath. It’s minty, like he’s just recently brushed his teeth. The cold smell only makes you shiver, fear still tingling up your spine.

“Why?” You whisper, overwhelmed at his sudden confession.

He pauses at that, smirk falling away as he genuinely considers your words. He’s quiet for a moment, before he smiles again, but this time it’s not as predatory – there’s something oddly soft about it, and it makes you feel worse.

“Because you’re perfect. That’s all.” He answers like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and before you can say anything he’s clambering on the bed next to you. You want to fight him off, to jump up off the bed and run, but you can’t seem to find the energy to. Besides, you’re not delusional enough to think you could beat Uvogin in any sort of physical altercation or chase. And while he still seemed to be adhering to his promise of not hurting you, you didn’t feel like testing the waters.

“So I guess the jig’s up. I was hoping you wouldn’t find out, but I can work with this, too. At least now I don’t have to act like I don’t know you. And now, I don’t have to do all that respectful distance shit – you’re mine now, babe, and now I don’t have to hide it.” He’s grinning again, his teeth looking too sharp, and before you can blink he’s above you, your wrists pinned above your head and his lips inches away from yours.

“So why don’t I show you just how much your attention the last week’s been affecting me?” His voice is low, sultry, and makes you gulp. He presses his face into your neck, deeply inhaling and groaning. “I promise I can make you feel good… I’ll tell you my last rule, okay?”

You’re frozen, but when he pulls back to glare at you, you shakily mutter out an ‘okay’.

His grin is wolfish, predatory, scary. “Rule number four is no running away from me, even if that cute little body of yours can’t take anymore. Got it?”

You nod.

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lliminall · 11 months

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yan!phantom troupe most to least likely to get you a cat | headcanons

tags: gn!reader, yandere, mentions of threatened violence against animals

pakunoda

she loves the idea! she even brings it up with you herself. she already likes cats and they always seem to like her, but she never thought about adopting one because of her unpredictable lifestyle. now that she has you, kept safe and hidden away in her home, it seems like a much more viable idea. she really does hate to see you so despondent and upset, and hates the thought of you being miserable all alone while she’s away, so bringing in a cat is a perfect solution to your loneliness. if you’ve been particularly good lately she may even bring you along to find one, either from a shelter or straight off of the streets.

machi

unlike pakunoda she won’t bring up the idea herself, but once you mention it she jumps right on top of it. not immediately, of course. she has to at least pretend to think about it and be cranky about it. really though, she recognizes this as a great opportunity to boost your mood and improve your opinion of her. she brings you a kitten because she thinks it’ll be good for you to put all your energy into raising it, and also because it’s just so cute. even if she won’t say it out loud. adopting the cat has a third, more unexpected benefit though. it ends up humanizing her to you, as soon as you see her cooing and petting the little baby when she thinks you aren’t paying attention.

phinks

sure. why not. that’s exactly what he thinks when you bring it up. he really couldn’t give a fuck about some fuzzy little animal living in the house, but if it’ll make you happy (and finally make you like him) he’ll do anything. the shelter employees are a little hesitant to hand one over when you walk in with this brooding, sketchy looking guy but none of them have the guts to outright refuse him, so you end up bringing home whichever one you want. he doesn’t ever grow to love the cat, but with time maybe he can learn to like it. just a little bit. maybe even let it curl up on his lap and get fur all over his track suit, if you gush about how sweet it is while he does it.

uvogin

another one who just doesn’t give a fuck. he doesn’t like cats, doesn’t dislike them, but if you really want one he’ll oblige. yanks one straight off the street and brings it home to you spitting and scratching like it’s life depends on it. the poor baby calms down a lot once you manage to get it out of uvo’s hands, but the cat never quite warms up to him and really only likes you lmao. uvo doesn’t mind though, he really only got it to make you happy, and as you later find out, to have a more convenient way to bring you back in line when you start acting up. all it takes is one off-handed threat towards the cat and suddenly you’re feeling a lot more cooperative. it is very cute to see him trying to pet it’s tiny head with his giant fingers though, even if the cat is less than thrilled to have him around

shalnark

shalnark isn’t thrilled at the idea of having a cat around, but he isn’t exactly opposed to it either. he just doesn’t really care about animals much. and the thought of a cat getting hair everywhere and jumping all over his desk doesn’t sound like the best idea to him. if you’re persistent enough, however, he might make it into a reward for good behavior. if you can make it a couple months without picking a fight or trying to break a window he’ll bring one home for you, but don’t think for a second that you can ever get away with acting out again. shalnark will not hesitate to threaten the cat to get your cooperation, and he’ll say it all with a smile on his face and a hand scratching the oblivious kitty’s ears. he’s another one who won’t ever love the cat exactly, but might grow to tolerate it. likes picking on it with a laser pointer or some other toy that it loves to chase but never quite catches

chrollo

chrollo isn’t too keen on the idea. he moves around a lot, and it’s enough of a hassle getting you from one place to another with no hiccups. throwing an animal into the mix is not an appealing idea to him, but it’s possible to get him on board if you’re very, very convincing, and by convincing I of course mean being as sweet and cuddly (and maybe even sensual) as you can stand to be. I think chrollo would initially plan to buy you some expensive pure bred, but if you asked for a shelter cat specifically he may be surprised to find out that he’s happier that way. there’s something strangely charming about this scraggly little stray you’ve brought in to care for and cuddle. with enough introspection, he might come to the conclusion that he sees some of himself in this cat; or at least, some of who he used to be. he’s another one who will use the cat to keep you on your best behavior, although I don’t think chrollo would threaten to hurt the cat, just to take it away from you if you aren’t obedient. he doesn’t want you to resent him too much, after all.

feitan

oh god. if you know what’s good for yourself you won’t ever even ask him for one. if you do, and he agrees, it’s for one reason and one reason only: to terrorize you into obedience. feitan will not hesitate to hurt this animal you love if he thinks that’s what needs to happen to win your cooperation. whereas some of the others may use those threats a bit emptily, feitan has absolutely no qualms about breaking a bone on this poor animal to remind you that it’s in your best interest to mind his rules, now. what makes it more disturbing is the fact that feitan seems to get along with the cat just fine while you’re not acting up, petting it and letting it curl around his legs while he’s busy. he’ll threaten to snap a bone or crush its windpipe while stroking it calmly, a wicked smile pulling at his lips. he knows how terrified you are of seeing this animal get hurt. you’ll likely never have the guts to disobey him again.

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novasdarling · 2 years

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Hello! Can I request something for yan Uvogin? I absolutely love how you write for him. I was thinking something like he gets too rough during sex (whether the sex itself was a punishment or just regular sex is up to you!) and he ends up hurting his darling? (For example he breaks a bone or ends up choking them out)

He would, he really would. Just break something of yours when he's angry or super into it and be like "oh shit... well anyway"

TW: Kidnapping Implied, Noncon, Broken Limbs, Blood Mentioned, Death Mentioned and Sorta Depicted, Crying, Yandere

Begging Won't Help

It was foolish to think you could have gotten away from him. That you actually had a shot at getting far enough that he wouldn’t have found you. Though, on the other end, you would also been an idiot to pass up on this chance, to just not run when you had a clear path. Had someone willing to offer. A kind citizen who just wanted to help, who pitied the poor battered and bruised you left alone in this abandoned building. It was their own kindness that landed them in Uvogin’s hands. They had prompted you up, holding you so you could walk, most of your energy going. Helping you get out faster than you could have on your own. Things had been going so well, how were you to know he would be back so soon? You could have sworn he only left a day ago. That should have given you more time, yet, here he was. Peering down at the both of you. The man holding you up, with his hand under your arm, by your chest and yours over his shoulder. You knew how it looked to him. It wouldn’t just be running away from him, no he would see it as also cheating. Getting help from another man, he would over react and see it as more. The look in his eye told you, you were right.

He was fast, throwing you to the side so he could focus on the man. Uvogin grabbed him, crushing his arm that was previously on you. Squeezing tighter and tighter until you heard that familiar crunch of bones breaking within seconds. The man screamed, but it was cut short when Uvogin threw him against the wall. You assumed he was dead when he went silent. Even if he wasn’t, he’d be dead shortly. Uvogin never let people live. In his eyes, they didn’t deserve to live. No one who couldn’t fight him adequately should get any mercy, but you and even that was subjected to appeal.

The man was left there, blood pooling from his mouth and nose. Cuts littered his body adding to the puddle of blood he was now laying in. A scene you had seen from him before when he decided to let you come with him for work. Scenes worse than this, ones that still haunted you.

Uvogin’s attention was now on you. A burning fire behind them, fueled by anger. This was the worst you had ever screwed up, worse than any other attempts you made to get away. At least those times he took it as a game of cat and mouse. A hunt he greatly enjoyed. This time, it was different. You weren't alone, you weren’t out there waiting to be caught by him. You had someone helping you. It didn’t matter you didn’t know him, that he just so happened to find you here. All Uvogin saw was red. His hands were now on you, grabbing and dragging you out of the room. Back further into the building, back to the room he kept you in. Seemingly uncaring when your feet couldn’t keep up, letting you fall multiple times until he finally picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. Carrying on with his walk. All there was to do was fall limp in his arms as you watched the room where the man’s body was still laying leave your vision. There was nothing to do, nowhere to go, and no way to get out of his grip. Once Uvogin had his hands on you, there was no easy way to get out. All you could do was cry, beg for mercy, and ask for forgiveness.

You were thrown on the bed, Uvogin not bothering to let you down gently. Clearly not caring about your safety or feelings. Forgetting you were still recovering from the last time he lost his temper. You knew how he could be, blinded by rage and a need to attack. There was no way you were getting out of this, his eyes were staring down at you. Holding an emotion that you were all too familiar with. The only choice was to submit and tell him how sorry you were. Before he could speak, yell at you for running away again, for seeking help from another, a man. You began to cry, telling him how sorry you were, that he was some random guy. He offered you help and you should have said no. Get your story out so his mind didn't have time to wander. Didn't have time to create a fake narrative in his head, but as he spoke. You realized you were too late. He was far too gone.

“You’re telling me some man just happened to stroll by? Just happened to offer you help?”

As unbelievable as it was, it was true. You had no idea who that man had been. Or even how he got here. The building was falling apart, some old factory that had been abandoned for probably over a century. Buried deep in some forest, according to Uvogin it wasn’t on any map. It was on the outskirts of some town that had been long and forgotten. It made no sense why he was here, this logic would harm your excuses.

“How fucking dumb do you think I am? What was he? Your past boyfriend? Huh, were you going to run off with him?”

Uvogin was now on you, holding you down to the bed while he yelled in your face. There was no logic in what he was saying, you knew that. Even if you did know that man, how were you able to communicate? Logic that escaped him in his state. Another thing you'd have to pay for.

You continued to cry. Worrying about what he had planned. You never got off without punishments, when you were lucky it was just him making you beg. Pray for forgiveness, kiss his feet, anything to make you look like a pathetic little creature appealing to a god for mercy. But most of the time, you weren't so fortunate. He tended to favour a harsher way of teaching a lesson. One where it involved spreading your legs to him. As his eyes began to wander your body, it was obvious he was leaning towards his favoured method.

“I think” One of his hands wandered down to your legs, caressing your thigh before pushing your legs apart. “I know a way to make me feel a bit better though.”

Your legs were spread, allowing him to settle in between them. Making himself comfortable. His grip stayed on your thighs, making sure you didn’t attempt to close them or fight when he began to remove your clothes. The last bit of resistance you had was to shut your eyes. Block out the sight of him as he continued to remove any barriers between the two of you. Trying to ignore the feeling of his hands stroking your bare skin. After a while you could, you were able to pretend his touches were from a lover trying something new and not from the monster who took you. His hands were down stripping you, deciding to push your legs up, placing them over his shoulders. A position he favoured when he wanted you to feel everything, when he desired to get as deep as possible. You pictured him as your old celebrity crush, pretending he was the one you could feel against your entrance. That it was him naked between your legs, not Uvogin.

“Hey! Open your eyes.” His grip was getting firmer on your thighs. Both hands now squeezed them as he kept them in place. “Look at me.”

Wavering your options, determining it was best to listen to him. To not dig yourself into a deeper hole. You looked at him, trying to ignore how he gazed at you. As if you were no more than something of his, his toy to do with however he pleased. You had no power against him, you both knew that. You couldn’t even close your eyes and escape that way from him now. He wouldn’t allow it. He needed you to look at him, watch as he punished you.

“Were you thinking of him? Thinking of him saving you, of him fucking you?”

He squeezed tighter and tighter on your thighs, making you squirm and thrash against him. It was getting worse, his grip was getting worse, and he wasn’t letting go. He had riled himself up with the idea of that man, of what he thought was true. Delusions were taking over, becoming true to him. Believing his own thoughts no matter how ludicrous they sounded. You couldn’t get through to him, Uvogin was glaring at you as he squeezed. Eyes not leaving yours. Ignoring how you cried, begging him to stop. It wasn't until he heard the sound of one of your thigh bones being crushed that he looked away. Letting his grip on your other leg loosen as he stared at the broken leg. Ignoring your cries as he examined your leg. Seeing how bad it was. You cried for him to stop, to just let you be. To not touch you, but he wasn't listening. Uvogin slowly lowered your leg as he moved. Placing it straight as can be next to your other leg. As gentle as he was attempting to be, the pain was still agonizing. Worse than when he snapped your ankle or arm.

"Shit"

It wasn't what he had planned, sure he wanted to break something of yours, but he knew he was going away in a week and leaving you unable to move properly wasn't a good idea. You were barely recovered from when he sprained your ankle a month ago. All he wanted to do was fuck you over and over again. Possibly even show you the dead body again and gloat until you were in tears and trying to hide your face in his cheat. This wasn't what he wanted, your broken leg meant work for him. It meant he had to be more careful when he played with you. Something he hated and clearly wasn't good with. As Uvogin went off to get something to help set the wound, leaving you on the beg crying and caressing your leg. All he could think about was how annoying this was going to be.

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meyousing · 1 year

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ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠, ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥: “i’ve tried to be tolerant, but your disobedience has reached a limit i cannot ignore.”

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: as the love of your life and possibly even your soulmate, you were bewildered and disappointed to find out that chrollo would take the troupe’s word over yours.

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤: yandere chrollo x reader, manipulation and gaslighting, power imbalance, not necessarily a soulmate au just using the word for emphasis :) also uvo makes a dramatic appearance ONCE AGAIN… is this a sign that i should write something for him ??

Chrollo really is the love of your life. There is nothing that he wouldn’t do for you, no task too large, no matter at all what he would have to do to make it happen. It was only natural for him to keep an eye on your every move, an ear on your every word, to ensure you were being good. As dedicated and thieving as he was, he couldn’t just do everything for you while you rebelled and went against his wishes, where is the fairness in that?

You, blissfully ignorant on the other hand, were enjoying your time with Chrollo and his troupe immensely. He had done so much for you, spoiled you, and treated you like a princess, both before and after telling you the truth about his lifestyle. Not to mention that the troupe treated you like gold personified, and it didn’t even feel like favouritism just because you were the “Boss’ Girl.”

Machi had brought you stolen gifts before, like jewellery and expensive clothes because she thought you would like them. Of course, her ideas about what to pick had developed by watching and observing what Chrollo would bring you, though she would never admit that, simply replying that she only had a hunch you’d enjoy them.

The boys of the troupe (usually Phinks and Uvogin, but the others always backed them up with agreement) would ask about people from your time before meeting Chrollo, and if there was anyone who they would need to teach a lesson to. You would only ever laugh, thanking them for the offer of protection but telling them that nobody had ever wronged you enough to warrant that. Insisting that the offer still stands, they would leave the topic but never fail to keep bringing it up as the days went on.

You were very happy with your new life. Chrollo was a bit neurotic on the day that he decided to let the cat out of the bag, sporting a brand new look you had never seen in your time with him, explaining that you would be living differently now, you would travel with him and be by his side all the time, where you could have anything you ever wanted. Truthfully, the idea of spending the rest of your time beside him was already a lone factor to seal the deal, and he already spoiled you so much that you couldn’t expect anything to feel very different, with this just being a version of your relationship where you wouldn’t stay in one place.

The spoiling part was not ever what excited you though, it was simply Chrollo’s show of care and attention to detail that had you falling head over heels. Nobody else had ever spent so much time and given so much devotion to ensuring your happiness, finding items catered to your tastes and interests. His choosing to go the material route was in his nature, you personally never cared much for the finer or more expensive things in life, though after discovering Chrollo’s true nature it made much more sense to you now. Who were you to not indulge the interest of your beloved? You may have been happy, but it was a shame that the feeling was not mutual.

It was very early in the morning, earlier than what your new routine had you used to. You must have been jet-lagged, considering you had only been in your current location for a little over a day. Seated beside Shizuku, you watched and waited as she shuffled a set of cards, readying them to be passed out for you and a few of the others to play some rounds of Go Fish. With it being so early, you had awoken before Chrollo and decided to wander around the halls of your headquarters, to see who, if anyone else, was awake as well. You found yourself in what everyone decided was the main room, spotting Shizuku, Phinks, and Shalnark as they sat closely, cards already in hand. It was Shalnark who instantly spotted you peeking around the corner, asking if you would like to join them, saying that their game had barely started and they wouldn’t mind shuffling one more time. You gladly accepted, figuring a game or two couldn’t hurt as you waited for Chrollo to wake up.

You shifted your eyes between all three of them, watching over their varying expressions and trying not to giggle at Phinks’ visible show of boredom when picking up his cards. You knew that as much as he enjoyed spending time with everyone, his own interests were certainly directed towards more upbeat scenarios than ones like this, he must have been just as eager as you for Chrollo’s arrival.

“Is Boss up too?” he asked suddenly, tearing you from the small daydream you’d mustered up with a glance in your direction and verbal, indirect confirmation of your thoughts. You shook your head.

“We were talking about how jet-lagged we felt last night, he’ll probably be out for a few more hours.” you shrugged then, frowning down at the cards in your hand as you noticed just how fatigued your eyes felt.

“Guess it had the opposite effect on you then, eh?” he chuckled. You smiled with a chuckle of your own and nodded, not feeling too talkative as your tiredness started setting in now that you had acknowledged it.

“Are you guys ready?” Shizuku asked, scanning over each of you. Assorted nods were given, with an upbeat “yup!” of agreement coming from Shalnark. One more voice came in a moment later.

“Not quite, I’ll have to borrow Y/N for a moment.”

Everyone looked up, mutual surprise adorning your faces as Chrollo stood in the doorway with hands concealed in his coat pockets. You noted how he looked ready for the day, fully dressed with his hair styled as if it hadn’t taken long at all, as if you hadn’t only been in this room for maybe ten minutes.

“Coming” you murmured, smiling apologetically at the others before getting up to rejoin Chrollo. He began walking when you met his side, a hand finding your waist as he guided you back to your bedroom. You hadn’t looked at his face for too long since his appearance, and despite being a quieter man you felt that he was being uncharacteristically quiet now. Even the way he opened the bedroom door and gestured to you to go in first, face nearly blank once you looked up, despite the chivalrous act. He didn’t even respond to your thanks, the only form of a reply being his gentle slam of the door as you shuffled over to the bed and sat at the end. He joined you shortly, gazing at you with heavy lids that you couldn’t quite discern. Was he feeling…lustful? Or perhaps he was disappointed, maybe you had done something wrong? But what could you have done?

“Y/N, I’ve tried to be tolerant, but your disobedience has reached a limit I cannot ignore.”

Okay, it was the latter. You blinked in confusion, his words not reaching your brain in what should have been the right way (was there a right way? what did you do?) as you were sure that simply waking up and spending time with his troupe was not disobedient. If anything that should have made him happy!

“What did I do?” you asked, concern lacing your features as you hugged your knees to your chest, self-soothing since the look in Chrollo’s eyes was starting to unnerve you. He blinked slowly, his breath deepening as he began to sigh and his hands met.

“I heard you laughing back there. What was so funny?” His voice was relaxed.

“Nothing?” you frowned, unsure of what exactly he was talking about. Your tone itself was questioning, dripping with confusion, yet it was misinterpreted by Chrollo, likely as some kind of snark when you saw his expression fall further. He held off on speaking for a moment, instead taking his time as he held your hands and moved to face you completely. You couldn’t help but mirror him by squeezing his hands gently and letting your legs fall back down, his affectionate actions combined with such borderline accusatory words only muddled your mind.

“I understand that you may feel lonely when I join the troupe for the jobs that I assign them to. Do you think that gives you the right to try flirting with the other men while I’m away? Have you tried to seduce them into this very room?”

Your brows furrowed deeply.

“What gave you that idea?”

“You didn’t think that they wouldn’t tell me, did you?”

“Who?!” You clutched his hands a little tighter, completely bewildered not only by his claims but also by the idea of someone feeding these lies to him. Why would he take their word over yours anyway? Yes, this troupe has been with him since the beginning, but you had never deceived him before. You had no reason to start now. Perhaps you would have to voice this to him, considering his intensity had not let up yet.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters more is your indiscretions, and the painful thought that you assumed you could get away with them, right under my nose.”

Yes, this confirmed that you would have to voice your thoughts to him.

“But it’s not true! I’ve never deceived you before, why would I start now?”

“Do you think my own troupe would deceive me, then?” He sat stiff and his eyes widened impossibly so, boring into you with such a suddenly dark aura, it made you feel like you were shrinking beneath him.

“N-no, of course not” you nearly whispered, heartbeat speeding up when you realized your mistake, an eager urge taking over you to fix whatever mess you could have just gotten yourself into with a single, not so well thought out sentence. Caressing his wrist with your thumb, pressing your thigh to his, daringly reaching your other palm up to his face so you could press it into his cheek. Anything you could do to alleviate the sudden anxiety that you were feeling at the idea of being forced out of Chrollo’s good graces for something you never did. “I just want you to believe me, I would never–”

“Hey boss, I was–oh… you in the middle of something?” The door swung open unceremoniously to reveal Uvogin, whose expression went from casual to awkward. Tears rimmed your eyes at the sight, that feeling becoming mutual at the exposure of your current emotions and situation.

On any other day, you were certain that Chrollo would be unhappy that a troupe member barged into his room without knocking, let alone permission.

“We were just finishing up.” Chrollo stood then, exerting minimal effort to tear himself away from you completely and stand just a few feet away. You couldn’t help but keep your hands on him for as long as you could until he was entirely out of arm's reach, your cheeks burning in your own embarrassment when your limbs fell back into your lap with a thump. He faced you, keeping his back to Uvo and giving you the most gut-wrenchingly sweet grin. “Y/N will be staying in this room for a little while until she remembers the rules of our relationship. It’s upsetting that she forgot at all, perhaps this new schedule will clear her mind of such impurity.” Swivelling around on his heel, his back was to you now as he walked to the door.

Y/N will be staying in this room? He couldn’t be serious! You couldn’t find your voice, couldn’t think of any words to say, all you were able to do was shoot up from your spot and stay in place. You knew that trying to walk to the door would prove useless, as your anxiety had reached its peak and your entire body became numb, feeling like you were outside of it.

“Oh, shame. Hey, it’s for the best though.” Uvo patted Chrollo’s back, squeezing it and beginning to walk away with him, his other hand reaching back for the doorknob. Please, no!

With the rest of your body frozen, you could only move your eyes which were trained intensely on Chrollo, noting how as he walked out his face looked different from the way it was mere moments ago. He looked neutral and much less sarcastic, if not more on the side of smugness as a soft grin began upturning his lips.

The door slammed shut, made especially loud thanks to Uvo being the one to close it. The sound solidified the fact that Chrollo was leaving you, with an apparent visit inbound, but when? Collapsing back onto the mattress when your legs finally gave out from beneath you, you stared blankly at the ceiling. How could Chrollo have gone from so hopelessly romantic to disbelieving within mere moments? Everything had been just fine… yet a one-sided conversation was enough for him to make such a drastic decision. Your welcoming to Chrollo’s criminal lifestyle was done with ease, you had no problem turning a blind eye to your own morals because you fell in love with him, he was the love of your life. Perhaps what you truly fell in love with was not Chrollo, but a version of himself. One that was limited and crafted perfectly to your likes, wants to make you easier to control. Had you fallen for such a scheme so easily?

Overthinking proved to be good in only one way, it made you even drowsier than you already had been, so at the very least you could sleep some time away as you waited for your beloved to come back to you.

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“I mean…you knew I wasn’t serious, right?” Uvo scratched at the back of his neck, his forehead wrinkling as he feared the worst, that he accidentally meddled in the Boss’ business, the Boss’ relationship, just for the sake of getting a few laughs.

“Of course” Chrollo chuckled, patting Uvo’s back reassuringly. “But your timing was rather convenient, she was starting to get a little too comfortable with getting her way. Best to remind her who’s in charge, you were simply the catalyst to allow me to do so.”

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justyanderes · 1 year

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yautja!uvogin x reader

warnings: uvo is terrible in this! The world building of this au is also pretty dark too (clone trafficking is mentioned), implied future dubcon and the making mark of is basically branding the reader

A/n this whole au doesn't follow too closely into the yautja lore and is mainly made up by yours truly ofc

It's past midnight when the screaming starts up. The ships monitor is old- prewar in fact. No one when you asked earlier had any idea nor wished to use it. But works well enough to give you access to every camera on the ship.

Not many people in the galaxy are willing to haul a damn xenomorph. But the tag along group of mercenaries needed the money, everyone seems to do these days. It didn't hurt that you had money up front for the travel either. So they took you in, never thinking you could be dangerous compared to the illegal cargo they were handling. If they only knew huh?

Said captain who took you in without reporting your presence is the only one who manages to fight back. It's a useless endeavor. His spleen and other organs fall right out of his body when he least expects them to. It's hard to fight against something you can't see after all.

There's a lot of things this crew could have done to save themselves- it can all be traced back to them taking pity on you. Letting you tag along to the next planet where you desperately needed to get to. All of them are unaware of that stowaway you've brought that will be the death of them all.

You think that it will only take him another ten? No, five minutes at most to finish the task. Meaning you are left waiting, once more. The screams are getting closer now. Someone finally bangs on the room's door and you make no move to let them inside.You know all of this remains completely out of your control. If you want to live this is just another hard factor of life you'll have to come to accept. You are well aware of the fact, but it doesn't make any of this easier.

When you remember to breathe, that's when you decide to look around the room for things of value. The first item that catches your eye is a starship figurine. The second is an old school cloning catalogue. You can't help but chuckle trying to imagine a world that had such a dated product. Back on your home planet there were a dozen shops that offered cloning services with the promise of a finished product at the end of the week.

Eventually in your search you recognize a piece of tech scattered across the old storage room. Its value is no greater than a cheap battery pack. But it's the final piece you've been needing to finish up fixing your current project.

You check back on the monitor- confirming that the entire crew is dead due to the fact the Uvogin is no longer wearing his mask.Giving you a rare view of the ugly mug that makes your skin crawl. You've seen your fair share of aliens but his species was pure nightmare fuel. The space boogyman- that caring parents use to have their kids behave. If you're forced to be honest however its his eyes that frighten you the most. And right now staring back they seem absolutely piercing. You wonder briefly if you have zoned off far too long. Uvo would be really pissed if you have.

You hold on to the tech you found like it's your lifeline. This time it very much could be, you never know exactly where you stand with the yautja.

You've been traveling together for months and this entire time he's been able to understand every curse that's left your mouth. Yet you don't have the faintest clue what's going through his head. There's only so much meaning you can only make so much sense of what every low trill and sound means.

And the noises he makes that you do understand almost instinctively are ones you really wish you didn't hear.

Blood is tracked all over your boots by the time you make it to the medical center. Or what's left of it anyways. Uvo is waiting for you, perched against one of the counter tops.

You can more clearly make out the yautja's familiar features now you aren't huddled in a corner with a shitty monitor. He's impossibly tall, to the point you think he's some genetic failure rather than a creature that should actually exist.

Silver dreadlocks are the only factor that shows off his true age. One of your first mistakes had been assuming Uvo was a young blood- growing up you had heard tales of how easy it could be for humans to trick the younger males.

All one needed was a xenomorph to set it off on a hunting rampage. Needless to say your escape attempts using that information did not pan out well.

You show off the piece of tech you found. Which thankfully does the trick in keeping Uvogin from giving you any bullshit. Earning you a pleased trill followed by what you think is his impression of a human laughter.

He hands you the broken translator and settles down so you can reach him more easily. The thought of using your screwdriver and plugging it into his big forehead is there. Despite the fact you know you'd die before you ever get the chance to get a swing in.

"When it is fixed, it will likely be the last time before it breaks down completely. You'll have to find another one once it breaks".

The yautja considers your words for a moment, giving a grunt to confirm he actually was listening to you.

That was another thing odd about Uvo you can't quite place- even if you've been careful with how you act in front of him. There have been times where you have been too scared to listen to his commands. Which you know has made the yautja who expects worship at his feet to be pissed off enough.

Even the slightest amount of a threat should be enough to set the male off. Since he hasn't killed you yet he'll have to let you go, you think. In your mind you can't think of any other reason why he would keep you along any longer. Once the translator has been fixed you'll be home free.

It takes a great amount of effort for you to keep your hands from shaking as you wire the final piece.

You then carefully attach it to his neck, ignoring the way his eyes are scanning over your form. Sizing you up, seems to never stop despite how long you have been forced to work together. Even a hardened thief is nothing compared to a yautja. Especially a maddened one could care less about it's own species or their traditions. You thought by now he would have learned you weren't a threat to him.

"Test it out now".

For a moment there's only static until the translator is properly warmed up.

"Took you long enough! 'uman, I was beginning to think you didn't want to hear my voice again". Uvogin says, a little too close into your ear.

The voice could be fitting on a human perhaps- on UVO it's nothing short of unsettling. His attempt at flirting makes your skin crawl.

Needless to say the voice options leave a lot to be desired. You'll take what you can get however. This voice is certainly better than the last one he had set up. Most importantly you can now properly understand him.

"I spotted that this shithole had some alcohol if you're in the mood to celebrate".

It's an offer, but it's obvious that declining the offer leads you to trouble. Tonight you are too tired and not in the mood to deal with such games.

"Sorry big guy. Drink without me I need a shower and to rest before this headache kills me".

You quip, backing up into your own personal space. In your mind you start up trying to guess the value of things. Despite the fact there's nothing else really valuable here- Uvo has ruined anything that was.

You head back to the shower room, likely to get rid of the bloodstains. It didn't make a lot of sense to Uvo but he lets you walk away just this once. Come tomorrow the yautja won't be as willing to overlook your odd human habits. He's been planning to do this for a while now. At first he wasn't sure if he truly wanted you, or if it was his instincts talking. Too many mating moons spent alone finally turning him into a romantic sap.

But pretty didn't always mean useful- Take the clone Phinks had stolen from Saturn for example. Prettiest thing he ever saw and yet the stupid thing still tried to run every chance they got. You on the other hand learned quickly what trouble running got you.

He wasn't necessarily looking for a strong human to mate with. But Uvogin would be damned if he was stuck with a weakling.

His own species was a little too headstrong. A fact that Uvogin began to despise more every passing year. Especially the females, who would rather kill their more powerful counterparts than try and work together. Pakunoda was the only one who never tried to battle Uvo for dominance- Thus she was his only yautja sister he never had to kill.

Since it would be pointless to imagine you beating him, it took a while to decide what task he could set you upon to prove your worthiness. Planning a way to allow you a chance to survive was even more difficult. In the beginning he often wondered if you were worth the effort.

You've been ready to run from him since the start. And if he were a youngblood, too concerned with taking what he could. It's undeniable that he would have messed this whole courting thing up. Likely killing you long before he could ever fuck you.

The image of just that settles his thoughts for a moment. His favorite pastime as of late has been imagining your little cries of pleasure. Or how you'd look at him with those perfect eyes terrified of what he could do. All of it gets him off more easily than any other has. A factor that certainly lines up with the idea that you could be his mate. All you have to do is prove yourself worthy enough and Uvo would accept you for himself. The tracker he had placed on you confirms the fact you really are asleep. Or at least trying to. See, the plan originally was to give you a full six hours of rest. But being a little impatient Uvo decides you'll have to do well enough with four.

Uvogin kills the first xenomorph with ease. Detaching its head from the rest of its body. Saving a bit of the foul creatures blood within a vial. (If you survive this, he will need the less acidic blood to mark you)

The second is still heavily drugged, it doesn't even twitch when Uvo chops it's ugly little tail off. Followed by him breaking one of it's hind legs as well. He leaves the creature's arms intact however.

After all he isn't trying to make this too easy for you.

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uvobreakmylegs · 10 months

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Treasure Hunt

wrote this back in April for my awesome friend @ramwrites’s birthday and she said it was cool for me to post so everyone can read :D

always happy to write Uvo for ya ❤️

Warnings: abo, mentions of kidnapping, blood, mentions of death, implied smut, Uvogin is an unrelenting bastard and that’s the way me and Ram like him

Word count: 6.4k

Uvogin caught the scent unexpectedly as it reached his nose by way of an errant wind. A scent that, despite how faint it was, made him stop in his tracks. It was the scent of another being, but as he focused on it, it didn't smell like any scent he was aware of. Not that of an alpha like himself, or that of a beta or any of the other ranks. It was a scent completely different.

It didn't take him long to realize what that meant:

He'd stumbled across the scent of an omega.

Uvogin turned in the direction where the wind had come from and saw that the scent had likely come from the forested area just beyond the trail he'd been traveling on. A dense forest with a few mountains in the distance; a place no doubt crawling with all sorts of creatures and therefore, a place that would be ideal to hide if one were an omega, as the scents from the wildlife and plantlife alike would help hide the unique scent.

Though clearly not this time. The omega must have strayed too far near the well-traveled path and allowed the wind to carry their scent out. A few minutes earlier or later, perhaps it wouldn't have been a problem.

But today luck was favoring Uvogin, the wind bringing the scent to him right as he was walking by on the path just outside of the forests boundaries.

For an omega's scent to be in a place like that, it likely meant that they were in hiding.

And if they were in hiding, surely it meant that they were unmarked and unmated.

Though he had no evidence for thinking that, it seemed reasonable enough to assume, though ultimately he had no clue unless he went and investigated for himself. But it would be worthwhile if there was a lone omega living within that forest.

So Uvo stepped off the path, heading towards the dense trees while he hoped that the scent would lead him to a prize worth having.

It turned out that following the scent took him in deeper than he had anticipated. Evidently the omega hadn't done anything as foolish as straying too close to the path beyond – the winds today had simply been too strong and had carried the scent further than expected.

But the further in he got, the stronger the scent was becoming, and he felt the anticipation growing every minute. At this point, even if the omega did turn out to be mated to another, Uvogin probably wouldn't walk away. He wanted the omega now, and if he needed to kill the mate to have them for himself, then so be it.

Then he heard a rustling in the distance, and he stopped.

There had been plenty of animal life within the forest that he had come across while hunting down the source of the scent, all of which had turned and run in the opposite direction the instant they saw him coming, the deer, foxes, rabbits and the like that ran away to hide from him as they recognized him as being a danger to them. Being a hunter, Uvogin was used to these types of animals he encountered, and he could recognize the sounds of their feet as they treaded lightly over the ground, identifying which was which from those noises alone.

What he heard ahead of him was no wild animal. From his ear alone, he could tell it was a person.

He moved quietly, taking note of the forest floor in front of him before setting his foot back down. If he was correct in thinking that the omega was in hiding, then they would no doubt run the instant they saw him. He took note of the direction of the wind as well, moving so the wind would be blowing against him and not bring his own scent to the omega and alert them.

Uvo took a few more quiet steps until he was able to move around a large tree and could see past it.

Peering around the edge, he finally saw the omega.

You.

You were kneeling on the ground, your sleeves pulled up to your elbows as you dug around in the earth before you. You were pulling up.... A root of some sort. One that was dark green in color.

Glancing towards a satchel that he noticed was sitting behind you, he saw that it held roots that looked similar to the one you'd just pulled out. Though there weren't very many in the bag, and when he looked back to you, he saw a frown form on your face as you seemed dissatisfied with the size of the one in your hand.

…. Ah.

Uvogin had heard of it before – muting ones scent by covering up the scent glands. It seemed there were a few different ways of doing it, either by way of natural home-made remedies or ones created more recently by those who were trying to make a business out of it.

He himself had never used anything like that – he had seen no purpose in it. But he had heard of those who used those remedies for one reason or another, feeling some sort of need to hide the scent that gave their rank away.

The only times he'd heard of omegas using such things was after they were discovered to have been omegas, when they had run out of the ingredients for their remedies or when something had failed with the remedies they had bought and the omega scent coming out at the worst time. And afterwards, the omega would quickly vanish.

Very rarely, he had heard, was it that the omega had left on their own accord.

Uvo was inclined to say that you had a bit more sense than the omegas that tried to live a normal life by muting their scents and blending into society – you must have known that it would only be a matter of time before you would be discovered as an omega if you had gone down that route. You had done the exact opposite, living in hiding on your own and away from the rest of society.

And he was certain that you were on your own. Now that he was so close to you, he was able to take in your scent better, and there was nothing else lingering on you aside from your natural scent as an omega and an earthy scent that clung to your clothing.

You twisted yourself to put the root in the satchel with the others, and the action caused the collar of your dress to move out of the way, allowing him to see the bare skin around your neck and shoulders.

Unmarked.

Unmated.

Living alone in the forest.

Waiting for a worthy alpha to find and claim you.

And that alpha was him.

That thought had him stepping out from behind the tree fully, this time not bothering to be careful of the noise he made – he wanted you to know he was there.

You noticed immediately.

Your head snapped towards him and you tensed up, your expression becoming grim as you saw him. Then he watched you attempt to subtly sniff at the air. You were trying to find out what he was, he quickly realized. But with the wind blowing away from him combined with the distance, you weren't able to catch his scent.

He grinned.

“You wanna know what I am?” Uvogin asked.

You only tensed further at that question, and when he raised his arms, he saw you slowly move your feet underneath you while your hands moved down to the ground below.

You were preparing to break out into a run.

Uvo wasn't too concerned about that at the moment as he brought his hand up to the arm he had raised, pressing his thumbnail against the skin of his arm.

You seemed confused at that.

With the slightest bit of pressure, he managed to break the skin of his arm, and he slid the nail down to make the cut bigger before he pulled his hand away.

The wound was shallow, but blood still began to drip down his skin.

The scent of blood was always strong no matter the rank, and as the blood continued to drip down his arm and onto the forest floor below, your eyes widened as his alpha scent finally reached you.

The wind blew past you once again, and this time Uvo could smell the fear that came from you.

You ran.

You turned and launched yourself from where you were sitting, running away from him while leaving your satchel of roots behind. Uvogin watched as you ran. You outrunning him didn't seem like a possibility so he felt no need to go after you immediately. If you were going to be difficult about this, he'd let you flounder a bit before taking you. It would leave more of an impact on you if he allowed you to think that you had almost managed to get away from him before he collected you.

Then he noticed something odd.

Just before you were out of his sight completely, you turned your head back to look at him. When you saw that he hadn't moved from that spot next to the tree, your eyebrows furrowed.

And though you were still running away, Uvogin saw that your pace slowed ever so slightly.

As if you didn't want to get too far ahead of him.

….. Why would you want that?

Uvogin stayed where he was, listening to the sounds of your feet running across the foliage while you went at your slower pace.

As much as he wanted to say that it was your omega instincts causing you to become conflicted over what you wanted, it didn't feel like that was happening. He could tell when you looked at him that you feared him, and finding out that he was an alpha had only made that fear worse. Yet from the brief glance you'd given him and the way your pace had slowed told him that you wanted him to follow you.

Once again, he asked himself why you would want that.

Uvo brought his thumb to his mouth, licking at the blood on his nail before he smiled to himself.

It was something to keep in mind. But right now it was best that he begin to pursue you.

So he started to walk, making a point to step on your satchel of roots before he followed the path you had taken. Even without the scent that lingered in the air, yours was an easy trail to follow: you hadn't taken any heed to your surroundings as you ran, and you had caused damage to the forest around you in the form of broken branches and upturned dirt. Anyone would've been able to follow that.

But again he wondered if that was what you wanted.

With his long stride, it didn't take Uvo long to come across you again. This time you were down in a gulch, one hand on the side of the rock as your eyes looked over the trees of the forest, trying to see where he would come from.

There was an opening in the side of the gulch where you were standing, he realized, and when you saw him, you ran again, this time running into the wide opening.

He stopped once again, assessing the situation he'd found himself in.

You were trying to lead him into a trap.

Of that, he was certain.

Why else would you be waiting for him long enough so he would see you enter that cave? If your goal had truly been to get away from him, you would've entered that cave as soon as possible, not stand around waiting for him.

So you wanted him to follow you down into the cave. And if he were to guess, you wanted him to follow so you could kill him. That was the way it felt to him.

So then, what was his move now that he knew that?

Uvo wasn't letting you go, so there were no thoughts of giving up on you. Putting his patience to the test and waiting for you to come out on your own was an option, though after thinking on it for a few moments he decided against it. Without knowing what the layout of the cave was, he had no clue if there was a second opening. Sitting around and waiting could give you the time you needed to get a head start in escaping him.

Which meant that his only remaining option was to go in after you.

A risky decision, as he still had no clue what the inside looked like, but in reality, it only excited Uvo a little bit.

And ultimately, how could one like you do anything of significance to him?

Your scent was stronger when he bent down to enter the cave – a sign that you came here frequently. Whatever this place was, it likely served as your home.

The entrance opened up into a hallway that was large enough that he could stand without needing to bend his head down, though his hair managed to brush against the stone up top.

This was an odd place, he noted.

There was lighting in the hallway, coming from what appeared to be glowing stones embedded into the rock. And as he walked down the hall, he noted the areas within the walls that appeared to have been doorways at one point but were now sealed up with smaller stones.

As curious as he was as to the history of this place and why certain areas were blocked off, he turned his attention back to his main objective: getting you. And as he looked to the end of the long hallway, he could see you waiting for him on the other side of a room.

This was definitely a trap.

And when he got closer to the room where you stood, he smelled something other than your scent, something that almost managed to overpower yours completely:

The smell of old, dead blood that permeated from the room.

Uvogin paused when he reached the doorway and looked over the new area. You were still standing before him but now looking like you would run down the hallway behind you. There was also a set of levers on the side of the wall behind you, and as he looked over the room itself, he was starting to get an idea as to what those levers were for.

The walls and floor were covered in blood. All of it long since dried up and there were some clear attempts at washing it away, but the sight and scent still remained. There were particular areas where the blood was most prominent: at the center of the walls to his left and right, and the very center of the floor. All of those points had very large, very clear stains of blood that had spread out far over the surface and was the main source of the mixture of different blood scents that almost overwhelmed him. There was a bit of cloth on the floor as well, and while the rest of the floor had other varying sizes of cloth strewn about, the rest of them looked as if they had been set there so the one at the center wouldn't look out of place.

And through the mess of cloth and bloodstains, there was one last thing Uvogin spotted on the stone floor: several lines carved into the surface, as though something heavy had been moved over it repeatedly.

….. Ah. So that was what this was.

Uvo smirked to himself and stepped inside.

You reacted immediately by stepping back into the hall and pulling down one of the levers. The result was a barrier of metal bars that came down from the ceiling before you and blocked the entrance of the second hall.

He hummed and took another step forward, at which you pulled a second lever.

A loud noise sounded from behind him, and when he looked back, he found bars similar to the ones that separated you from him had blocked off the entrance behind him.

“Oh? Was your plan just to trap me?” he asked, “gonna teach me a lesson by turning the tables and capturing me?”

That question got you to finally speak.

“No. You're not worth keeping alive,” you answered bluntly.

“You wound me,” Uvo answered sarcastically, “so then what are you gonna do?”

“Get rid of you, just like every other arrogant alpha that came after me with the expectation that I'd roll over and let them do with me as they pleased,” you answered, “all of you who come after me are the same, too busy thinking with your dicks and using your primal instincts as an excuse.”

“An excuse for what?”

“An excuse to rid yourself of any responsibility for why you go after omegas in the way you do,” you said, “because it's easier to shift the blame on instinct, right?”

Uvogin waited a moment as he processed your words, and then he grinned at you.

“I'm not sure what bullshit has been spouted at you by other alphas that you trapped, but I couldn't care less about blaming my actions on anything,” he said, “I've come after you because you're mine. Why would I make an excuse for collecting my mate?”

“You can keep those bars down if you like,” he added, “I've got no issue breaking those apart to get to you.”

From the way your brows furrowed, his speech had managed to perturb you, yet you still scoffed at his last sentence.

“As if I'd even give you the chance to try and get to me,” you said.

“Gonna crush me to death before that, huh?”

You blinked in surprise.

“You've figured out this room already?”

“It's pretty obvious from the marks left behind in the floor,” Uvo answered, “what else could leave grooves like that in stone?”

Now at the center of the room, Uvogin pushed away the cloth at his feet with his foot, revealing the panel you had hidden that would no doubt trigger the mechanism to activate the trap in the room. He then looked to the third lever that sat next to you on the wall and the way your hand twitched as you anticipated needing to pull it.

“The walls will crush me if I step on this plate or you pull that, then?” he asked.

“... Yeah.”

Your expression turned grim when he said that.

“Oh? Why so upset? Don't you have me where you want me?” Uvo asked mockingly.

“You think I want to do this?” you asked back, “because I don't. I hate killing people, but if I don't get rid of the people who find me, they keep coming back to try and take me. I can't have peace as long as you alphas know where I am. So I need to get rid of you.”

You let out a shaky breath as you said “I hate it every time this happens, but you leave me no choice. We wouldn't be here if you would just leave me alone.”

Uvo raised an eyebrow as he asked “now who's shifting blame?”

You glared at him.

“I don't think I'm gonna feel much regret over ending you,” you said.

“You'll find that to be harder to do than you think.”

You sighed.

“Another tired alpha line. You're just like the rest.”

“I'm nothing like other alphas,” Uvo countered.

“You're exactly like the rest of them.”

With that, you lifted your hand up to the lever. Your eyes were averted as you did so.

Before you reached the lever Uvogin stepped on the plate before him.

The shock on your face was clear as you looked to him in the few seconds he had before the walls closed in.

He winked at you.

The walls shot forward with the intent of reaching one another and crushing him completely. But just before they reached him he lifted his arms-

And slammed his fists against the walls.

What followed was a series of loud noises, the sounds of stone breaking apart and the mechanics of the walls dislodging as a greater force pushed back against them. Dust and fragments of stone flew into the air that briefly clouded everything, and the room shook so much that you needed to brace yourself against one of the walls for fear of falling over.

It took you a moment for you to understand what just happened.

Once the noises stopped, the dust settled and the shaking ended was when you looked back to him.

Uvogin stood triumphantly in the center of the destruction. And once again he grinned when your eyes met his.

Uvo was feeling good about himself. In the place where others had met their end, he had been the one to beat your trap. Now you couldn't deny that he was nothing like any others who had gone after you. And perhaps this might be enough to convince you that fighting this was useless.

Although maybe not. You seemed to be the stubborn type.

At the moment, however, your shock had turned to fear as you looked at him through the bars, your eyes looking over the destruction he had caused before inevitably going back to him. It was the same fear he had caught wind of when he had first approached you, but this time it was far greater.

Terror and a sense of hopelessness was beginning to settle in. That there was nothing you could do to stop him.

Yet when he stepped forward you took in a sharp breath before you moved, turning and dashing down the corridor as fast as you could.

As he thought. Stubborn.

But he found that he didn't mind it.

The bars over the entryway were wrenched off easily and thrown to the side. You were already out of sight. He took a few steps into the corridor and found that there were multiple openings within the walls. Given the nature of that first room, he wondered if there were more traps to be found in the halls ahead. Though with how easy it was for him to beat that first room, he had a hard time imagining that anything you had set up would do much to him.

He glanced behind, seeing that the bars at the other end of the room were still intact. He'd leave those as they were for now. They'd be useful in keeping you in if you somehow managed to get around him and tried to escape that way.

Uvogin followed the path you had taken and turned at the same corner you had only to find another corridor that looked the same as the one he was currently standing in. Was this a maze? That was what it seemed like, but that wouldn't do much to stop him – he could still smell your panicked scent and could follow it to you.

As he walked down this other corridor, he noticed something else that gave your location away: there were several hallways of the maze where the floor was littered with dust and rubble, whereas the path that you must've traveled on a daily basis had clear signs of use as no dust had been allowed to settle.

This wasn't as effective in warding off pursuers, although in your defense, it was likely the first and only time that room from earlier had failed you.

That didn't stop him from encountering another obnoxious trap, however, as at one point through the maze a section of the floor beneath his foot suddenly fell, revealing a pit of sharp spikes down below.

He survived by quickly grabbing at the walls on either side and moving fast, only sparing a single glance down so as to acknowledge that there weren't any remains down in the pit. Those spikes probably wouldn't have killed him, but it would be a pain to deal with getting back up after falling into that.

Still, the more he saw, the more he wondered how you had managed to come across this place. Uvo couldn't believe that you had been the one to set the traps, but it wasn't exactly often that one would come across a fully functioning and apparently abandoned death cave.

Perhaps he could ask you after he caught you.

For now, he thought to himself as he spotted a door that led out of the maze, his only concern was capturing you.

Unsurprisingly, the door had been locked and secured from the other side, but with a single kick Uvogin had the wooden door and the board barricading it from the other side crashing to the ground in a million splinters. He stepped inside to find another room with another wooden door and your scent even stronger in this place. A quick look around didn't reveal there to be any mechanisms in this room that would trigger a trap.

But he did notice something odd on one of the walls.

He approached slowly, his eyes narrowing as the thing he had noticed appeared to be.... Writing?

It had been scratched into the walls with what appeared to be charcoal, and the writing itself looked to be dates of some kind. Ten different days marked down alongside different months of the year, and above it had been written a few words hoping that the dead would find peace.

This was a memorial for your previous victims, he realized. Despite your way of disposing of them, he had seen firsthand how death had bothered you. And you had said that you didn't enjoy it but that you had no other choice.

Was this some way of coping with it? With you, it didn't feel like that. Writing down when those deaths had happened seemed more like a punishment to him.

Maybe that was the point.

He looked over the dates again.

Ten different dates, ten different people. He would've been the eleventh if you had managed to kill him.

That couldn't be good for your health. The least he could do would be to save you from needing to remember all of that.

Uvogin then made his way towards the unopened door, and after finding that it was similarly locked, he kicked his way in once more.

Upon entering the next room, he managed to be a bit surprised.

So far, all of the rooms had been lit by use of the glowing stones placed in the ceilings and the walls, but as he walked into this new room, he found that the light within it came from the outside. Taking a few steps in, he looked above him and saw a wide opening within the rock, one that seemed to have been placed there intentionally in order to allow in the sunlight. He wasn't sure why such an opening would have been built in, though he suspected that it may have something to do with the stone basin he saw standing in the center of the room. The aged basin wasn't the thing that stood out most in this room, however.

It was what the natural light allowed within the space had managed to grow, as at the back of the room stood dozens and dozens of sunflowers, standing tall with their faces all turned upwards to that opening so they could absorb as much of the sunlight as possible. Odd to find something like that within a cave, but they seemed to be thriving.

Not that it mattered all that much to Uvo.

But as he inhaled once again, he noted that your scent in this room was even stronger.

And as he looked about the room once more, he noticed something on the ground behind the basin.

Looking closer revealed it to be a pile of cloth that had been arranged to look like a nest of sorts, a great deal of the cloth placed at the center as protection from the ground below.

Uvogin bent one knee to kneel down over the nest, a hand resting on the basin to keep his balance as he looked it over. This was where the omega scent was strongest. This was where you slept during the night, curled up on a makeshift bed among a miniature sea of sunflowers, waking up in the mornings just so you could spend your day scavenging for food and ways to further hide yourself from the world. And then you returned here every night after boarding up the door to this room, allowing yourself to get the rest you needed without fear of an intruder interrupting you. This place was your safe-haven.

And Uvogin felt certain that he had been the only other person to get inside of this place.

He looked about the rest of the room as his other hand absentmindedly went down to pick up one of the bits of cloth while he noted the raised platform that ran along the edge of the room, spotting five different doors – two on either side and one at the back – that led out of the room. The single door at the back wall appeared to be firmly shut and had two indents on either side consisting of various shapes, as if the door would be unlocked if he found the correct items to place inside of the indents.

He was thinking of how annoying that would be when he brought the cloth up to his face and inhaled.

The hand that had been gripping the basin caused the aged stone to crack as he was overtaken by the scent of a long-gone heat that was still present in the cloth. The thought of you needing him like that, being beneath him and begging, almost made him lose his mind.

Maybe you weren't completely wrong about what you had said in regards to instinct driving him.

He looked once again to the doors and sighed. The trick here seemed to be that he needed to go into wherever the four doors led and retrieve whatever items would unlock the fifth door, which would then allow him to get to you. Actually going through with that would be an obnoxious waste of time, and it'd be much easier and faster to break down that single door like he had done with the others. All he could hope for was that there weren't any more ridiculous traps to be avoided or any obnoxious puzzles he would be forced to solve.

Uvo dropped the cloth and stood, his hand still on the basin as he brought himself back to his feet.

When he looked to the basin again, he kicked it.

There hadn't been any reason for it; he just felt like toppling it over.

But as the stone crashed to pieces on the ground and hit the stems of a few unfortunate flowers, he heard something unexpected.

A soft but sharp intake of breath.

One that had come from within the sunflowers.

…. Ah.

It clicked in his mind, and he wanted to laugh when he realized what you were trying to do, that you were trying to trick him into going further into the cave so you could escape while he was distracted. At least that answered the question of if there was more than one way in and out this place – if you had the chance to get out elsewhere, you would've done so by now.

Uvo decided to go along with it for now. Though before he headed towards the wall with the lone door, he bent down to pick up a bit of the rubble left behind by the destroyed basin and kept it in hand as he made his way over.

Earlier he'd been distracted by the sight of your nest and the scent of you that filled the room, but now that he had a bit more of a hold on himself, he could easily pinpoint your shape within the sea of sunflowers. Currently he could feel your eyes watching him through the stems, and he could easily imagine the way you looked at him with your hands covering your mouth, hoping that if you stayed quiet and stayed still, he'd overlook you in favor of figuring out the door puzzle.

If only you'd kept quiet when he knocked over the basin, it might've worked.

You made your move when he began to kick at the door in an effort to break it down. On the third kick in, when the door cracked and pieces of stone fell to the floor, he heard a rustling from the area where you had hidden yourself, and he looked back in time to see you making a break for the door he had entered from.

Without missing a beat Uvo turned around and threw the rubble he had picked up earlier in your direction.

It hit you squarely on the back just as you entered the doorway and caused you to cry out as you fell.

Your cry of distress should have caused him to feel some form of upset or remorse, but he found that it only managed to excite him.

You were struggling to push yourself up into a sitting position when he returned to you, the hit from the rock affecting you more than he had intended. Good thing he'd aimed for your back and not your head.

You shuddered when you saw him towering over you and began to shake your head.

“Please,” you begged, “please just go away. Don't do this.”

“And what, leave you alone in a place like this? That would be even more cruel,” he said, “that main trap of yours can't be fixed, the doors to this room are wrecked, and no one would ever fall for those spike pits in your maze. Unless you've got something even more deadly in those other rooms, this place isn't safe for you anymore. Anyone could get in.”

You glared when he said that.

“And whose fault is that?” you asked.

“Hm. I'd say it's both our faults,” he answered, “me for breaking your shit, and you for thinking that you could get rid of me. You should've just accepted that I'm the alpha meant to claim you.”

“I'm not meant to be claimed,” you hissed.

Despite the venom dripping from your voice, he smiled at you.

“You are,” he said, “but it's okay if you haven't accepted that yet. I'm happy to help you through it.”

With that, he reached for you.

Your attempts to swat his hands away did nothing, and within moments he was carrying you over to your makeshift bed among the sunflowers. You struggled in his grip the entire time, and when he set you down on the cloth, you tried to turn onto your front and get up so you could run from him again.

You cried out the second you moved, the pain from the rock that had been thrown at you still very present.

Uvogin sat over you, watching as you struggled beneath him, still desperately trying to fight and get yourself out of this despite there being no chance of such a thing happening. Your time living as an unclaimed omega had come to an end; now there was only one future for you.

Uvo was waiting for you to come to that realization.

And after a few more moments of you writhing on the ground in agony, it seemed that you did realize that.

You looked back up to him, and once more shook your head.

“Please don't,” you begged again, “I don't want this.”

That time, instead of speaking, Uvo leaned in so he could press his face against your neck. Your attempts at pushing him away were even less effective than when you had tried to keep his hands off of you earlier, and you soon stopped fighting him, keeping your eyes squeezed shut while you bit your lip.

With your neck exposed to him, your scent was clearer now more than ever, and Uvogin couldn't keep himself from pressing his lips against your skin. It was a tame kiss by his standards, yet you shuddered when he pulled his lips away, and when he looked back at you, he saw tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks as your lip wobbled in frustration.

He inhaled again, and that time he caught a scent of something new: a very, very faint hint of arousal.

He smirked.

“As much as you like to deride other ranks for acting on instinct, you aren't much different,” he said to you, “I've only kissed you once and you're already beginning to reciprocate.”

“But it makes sense,” Uvo continued, “you've been all by yourself here for a long time, haven't you? Riding out all those heats on your own while waiting for your alpha to come for you.”

“No,” you said.

“You did the right thing in getting rid of those others; they would've ruined you,” he added while ignoring your protest, “but you don't need to worry about dirtying your hands with that sort of thing anymore; I'll be here to keep you safe from here on out.”

“No,” you said again, but this time it came out weaker.

You didn't try to fight him when he pushed your skirts out of the way so he could position himself between your legs, nor did you try to push him away when he pressed his lips against your neck again.

This time he included teeth as he bit down, and the cry you let out went straight to his dick.

Blood was dripping from his mouth when he pulled away and looked at you once more, and this time he saw that you were full-on crying when your eyes met.

“Please d-”

He silenced you by taking your lips in a kiss, and the muffled noise that came from you sounded like a mixture of both want and fear.

Whatever the conflict going on within you, Uvogin would see to it that it was put to rest.

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Reunited

Part 31

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

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Feitan was beginning to regret his life choices.

(Name) sat in his lap, her butt pressed against his crotch. It was all he could do to not pop a boner right then and there.

It didn’t help when the road started to get bumpy.

“F-Fei, I’m slipping.”

She pushed herself back into his lap, struggling to stay still. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Stop moving.”

His words came out in a hiss, his face pressed against her back.

“I’m trying!”

Nobunaga watched the two in mild amusement. “Having trouble over there, Fei?”

The man let go of her waist with one hand and flipped him off.

“Yeesh. Might wanna keep a hand on your girl, she’s slipping again.”

Feitan quickly wrapped his arms back around her as she began to slip again. “Shit, stay still.”

“Your coat is slippery…”

She pouted behind her ski mask, rubbing the back of Feitan’s hand with her thumb.

“They noticed it.”

The string Machi was holding went slack.

“That was faster than expected.” Feitan replied, muffed against (Name)’s back.

“Don’t worry, we’ve almost got them!” Shalnark said, glancing at the concerned (Name) through the rear view mirror.

“Whatever… why are we all stuffed in this tiny car?” Nobunaga asked.

“No right to complain. It’s just a little longer.”

(Name) huffed. “I didn’t ask to sit in your lap, you know.”

“Did ask to come.”

She couldn’t really argue with that, so she did the only thing she could for retribution.

(Name) wiggled around and complained, Feitan hissing and squeezing her hips so tight she could feel the bruises setting in. Feitan pulled her in closer to whisper into her ear.

“Stop playing, not ready for the consequences of your actions.”

At first she didn’t understand, until she felt something hard pressing right into her ass.

(Name)’s face heated up, instantly staying as still as possible.

“Good girl.”

If (Name) had a tail, it would be wagging right now. He seemed to notice the shift in her body temperature, a wicked grin on his face.

“Such a good girl for me, huh? Stay nice and still and maybe you get reward later.”

Her jaw dropped, his previous iron grip becoming gentler as he rubbed circles into her soft thighs.

(Name) was about to protest when something landed on the hood of their car, the girl not able to process anything because it happened so quickly.

The next thing she remembered was being held in Feitan’s arms, now outside of the car.

“Nobunaga had an unlucky position…”

He placed her on her feet, his hands lingering on her lower back.

(Name) buffered, struggling to take everything in.

The car had been wrapped in cloth, shrunken down, and Nobunaga had been trapped inside.

A man stood in front of them, with short brown hair and owlish eyes.

“His friends have arrived to help.” Feitan said, pushing (Name) behind him. She held onto the back of his coat, observing the figures appearing from the darkness.

“Yes…” Machi replied.

“There are quite a few of them!”

(Name) glanced at Shalnark, who winked in return.

“Who are these guys? Are they really the Phantom Troupe members?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

“But they look so weak.”

(Name) wasn’t paying attention, having avoided hearing the groups name. She was staring at her feet, trying to calm down her blush.

‘What does he mean by a reward?’

“This is strange. The chain user grabbed Uvo, before escaping by car.”

(Name) was pulled back into the conversation when Feitan spoke.

“Does that mean the chain user isn’t a shadow beast?”

Feitan sighed. “Well, we’ll know once we ask them…”

“Should we keep them all alive?”

“No, we require only Owl.”

“Then I’ll handle that.”

The shadow beasts sneered down at the group. “Those damned kids are talking smack. Let’s show them how scary the Shadow Beasts can be.”

Shalnark smiled. “Did you hear that?”

“Shalnark, you stay there and watch over (Name). I’ll take three, Shizuku can have the other two.” Feitan pushed the girl towards Shalnark, who caught her with ease.

The blonde giggled, finally able to hold her with permission.

“Let’s close those pretty eyes, alright? Feitan’s made sure we know you don’t like seeing people being killed.”

He pulled her face into his chest as the fighting began.

—————

The fight was over quickly, Shalnark releasing her. “Try not to look around, their bodies are on the ground.”

He pulled the ski mask from her face. All of their opponents were gone or captured, so there was no use in her hiding her identity anymore.

She shivered. “Yeah…”

Once he let go of her, Shalnark walked over to Machi, who held the captured Nobunaga after restraining Owl.

“Okay, let’s free Nobunaga before we start torturing this guy.”

(Name) blinked. ‘Torture? Yeesh.’

“Hold on. We’re taking Owl in the car with us, right? There’s no room, so let’s leave Nobunaga as he is.”

“Screw that! Let me out!”

“I don’t wanna be cramped either.”

Shalnark turned to Owl. “Hey, can you release the car alone?”

“Th-that’s impossible.”

“Too bad. So much for that.” Machi said with a sigh.

(Name) tilted her head. “He could just shrink one of us down and then we can ride in the bag. It should probably be me, since I’m not a big fighter.”

“That’s too dangerous it-“

Feitan stopped himself mid sentence. If she were shrunk down into a little bag, could he possibly peek in and see her all cute and tiny?

“Fei, please tell me you aren’t considering it.” Machi said with a groan. “(Name), we aren’t completely sure how his nen works, so that wouldn’t be safe.”

The group had Owl unshrink the car. Nobunaga jumped out of the door.

“You bastards, making a fool out of me!”

Feitan had her behind him again. “Troupe members aren’t supposed to snap at one another.”

“Shut up!”

He sighed and pulled (Name) with him towards the car. “Anyway, this ability could come in handy for our job.”

“Shut your mouth! I’m cutting this guy to shreds!”

Feitan turned. “No. He’s going to tell us where the treasure is…”

“Feitan’s going to use his skill at-“

(Name) was shoved into the car, then pulled into Feitan’s lap as he closed the door.

“Fei, are you going to torture that guy?”

He didn’t answer, focusing on positioning her hips to where they rested on his lap comfortably.

“You know what, I don’t want to know.”

“You really don’t.”

The ride back to the hideout was quiet, only the occasional squeak leaving (Name)’s lips when she felt Feitan’s grip tighten against her as the ride got bumpier.

——————

(Name) was taken to Chrollo upon arrival, Feitan leaving with Owl.

“So, how did it go?”

She shrugged. “Okay, I guess. No one was injured so I didn’t get to show off my skills, and Feitan wouldn’t let me fight.”

Chrollo hummed, gesturing for her to sit beside him.

“Were you… disturbed by the actions taken by the Troupe?”

She frowned, sitting. “I can’t say I was, but Feitan prevented me from seeing anything gruesome.”

“I see. You’re aware that people were killed tonight, correct?”

“… yes. I am.”

The room was silent for a moment. “What do you think of it all?”

(Name) leaned against his shoulder, the girl being watched by every member in the room.

“I think… I miss Feitan already.”

Shalnark blinked from his corner of the room. ‘Feitan was right, she is a strange girl.’

“If you want my real thoughts… as someone who grew up in Meteor City, death is unavoidable. I can’t say I’m completely numb to it, but… I know those people killed tonight weren’t innocent. They worked for the Mafia, so it’s hard for me to feel sorry for people that hurt others.”

Chrollo smiled down at her. “Really? So if people have done something morally wrong in your mind, that means their life isn’t as important as others?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not like that. It’s just, I don’t feel as sorry for them. If you live a life of murder and hate, you can’t be upset when it catches up to you one day. It’s not my job to judge them, their own actions will put them in the grave.”

“You’re a strange girl.”

“So I’ve been told.”

The information that (Name) was from Meteor City slowly sunk in, Shalnark gasping.

“You’re from Meteor City too!?”

(Name) tilted her head. “… yeah? Are you?”

“Almost everyone here is.” Franklin answered.

“Even Fei?”

“Yes, we were friends during childhood.” Chrollo answered.

(Name) looked around the room, her jaw dropped. “Then he knew Sarasa too?”

Again, silence took over the group, Pakunoda stepping forward. “Boss, she was a friend of Sarasa?”

He nodded, patting (Name) on the head. “Yes, it seems Sarasa cared for her before…”

His eyes lit up. “Pakunoda, come here. (Name) actually has some information that may be useful in keeping Meteor City safe.”

(Name) tilted her head. “Hmm? How can I help?”

Chrollo sighed. “She can see your memories. It may be only the ones you can physically remember. You know how you said you didn’t want to talk about what happened?”

She nodded slowly, her heart suddenly starting to race. “… yes?”

“What if I said she could see them without you having to speak of what happened? It would stay between you and Pakunoda until you leave.”

She was silent for a moment. “… I don’t want to burden her with that.”

Chrollo’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘Was what happened that bad?’

Pakunoda stood in front of her. “It won’t be a burden. Helping keep Meteor City safe will be worth it.”

She sighed, her hands shaky. “Alright. How does this work?”

“I’ll ask you a question, and when I touch you, I will be able to see into your memory. The question will cause your memory to surface.”

(Name) swallowed hard, her foot tapping against the floor anxiously. “I… I don’t want to remember. It hurts.”

Chrollo placed a firm hand on her thigh. “It will only be for a moment. What you’re doing could save countless lives. No one will have to go through what you did ever again.”

She let out a breathy sigh and nodded, biting her lip.

“Alright. I’m ready.”

Pakunoda stepped forward. “What should I ask her?”

“Ask her what happened before she was found by her parents.”

Pakunoda nodded, placing her hand on (Name)’s shoulder.

“What happened before your parents found you, (Name)?”

The entire building was silent for a moment, everyone on the edges of their seats as Pakunoda read her memory.

She pulled back suddenly, a hand clasping over her mouth.

“(Name), oh my…”

The girl looked down, tears starting to fall from her (e/c) eyes as her body shook. She couldn’t even speak, curling in on herself as her breathing became uneven.

Surprising everyone, Pakunoda stepped forward and brought the girl into a hug, a tear of her own falling from her eye. “I… thank you. You were brave to let me see that.”

A few members of the troupe stepped forward, Shalnark, Machi, and Nobunaga among them.

“What happened? Why is she crying?”

Pakunoda shook her head, her lips pressed together into a thin line. “Talk about it later. Not in front of her.”

The girl cried into Pakunodas chest, gripping the back of her shirt. Chrollo watched with an ever growing anger.

‘It has to be bad for Paku to react like this. What did they do to her? What are they doing to possible other victims?’

“Someone go fetch Feitan and tell him he needs to take her home.”

Machi nodded and left the room.

Feitan came sprinting in, his eyes landing on (Name) and Pakunoda.

“What did you do to her!?”

He raced forward and wrenched (Name) away, pulling her head into his chest as she sobbed.

“Feitan.”

The short man gritted his teeth, but stayed still none the less.

“Pakunoda simply followed my orders. She peeked into (Name)’s memories. It was… painful for (Name). For that, I apologize.”

(Name) trembled in his arm, gripping onto him so tight he wondered if his coat would rip.

“Pakunoda.”

The woman looked down to see Feitan staring up at her, his expression unreadable.

“What did you see?”

“I can’t tell you while she’s in the room.”

Feitan motioned for Shalnark to come forward and handed her to him.

“Take her to the car. Be there in 10 minutes.”

The blonde nodded, scooping the girl into his arms and walking out. He didn’t think he’d ever seen someone so distraught, even the people Feitan tortured.

He felt his own heart break for her.

“You’ll want to sit down for this, Feitan.”

By the feeling of Feitan’s aura becoming murderous, it was clear that what Pakunoda told him had been bad. Very bad.

“She…”

He gritted his teeth as the wall he’d been holding onto crumbled under his grip.

“She went through all of that. How… how can she be so…”

Chrollo stared down at the floor, his expression dark.

“Feitan, calm yourself. The filth that did that to her will be found.”

He gave the man a dark smile. “And we will make sure they experience her pain tenfold.”

Feitan didn’t respond. His eyes were wide with rage, the ground beneath him trembling.

“I know you’re angry, but try to calm down. She needs you right now.”

Feitan took in a shaky breath, pushing back his hair.

“She’s a kind girl. She didn’t want me to see it, because of its… intense nature.”

Pakunoda sat down, her head in her hands. “But she did it for the greater good. I don’t know if I’ve ever met a kinder soul.”

Feitan felt hot, angry tears fall down his cheeks. “Too kind. Too selfless.”

He left the room, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the building as he made his way to (Name).

“Did you see Sarasa?”

Pakunoda looked up when Chrollo asked, her pained expression softening slightly.

“Yes… we have to protect that girl. Sarasa… Sarasa loved her. A lot.”

Chrollo leaned back against the wall, a tired sigh leaving his lips. “So she was telling the truth.”

He stared up at the ceiling.

‘Sarasa, forgive me. We will make sure she’s safe, alright? For you, and for Feitan.’

“Alright, let’s discuss our plans for tonight.”

———————

“Feitan! (Name)’s in the passenger seat. Are you going to drive her home?”

He nodded, unable to speak. Shalnark glanced at (Name) frowning.

“She threw up earlier. I assume it’s from the stress of reliving those memories.”

The blonde winced at the expression on Feitan’s face. He had never seen him so angry.

“Boss needs you inside.”

That’s all Feitan said before sliding into the driver’s seat and driving away.

“(Name).”

She didn’t respond, curled into a ball.

“The people that did that to you? We take care of them.”

The girl peeked at him through her hands, her eyes puffy and red.

“Promise?”

He moved his hand to grab her thigh and give it a comforting squeeze. Her voice was hoarse from vomiting and sobbing.

“Promise.”

She relaxed slightly, reaching out to hold his hand. “… thank you.”

He sighed, keeping his eyes on the road.

“No problem.”

He drove as far as he could, stopping about half a mile outside of the city. From there, he carried her in his arms.

She’d fallen asleep in the car, so he was able to carry her with ease.

‘(Name)… I wish I could have been there. Those bastards…’

His grip tightened on her slightly, causing the girl to whine in her sleep. He quickly relaxed, rubbing soothing circles into her back.

‘Can’t get angry now. Have to get her home.’

Feitan sighed as he weaved through people. The crowds were a pain, but just one look at his darkened expression was enough to keep people from bumping into him.

When he reached her condo, he took her keys from her purse and unlocked it.

Feitan kicked the door closed behind him and headed straight for the bedroom.

After laying her down, he walked to the kitchen and poured her a glass of water. She would probably wake up thirsty.

Feitan placed the cup on her nightstand and attempted to leave, only for her to grab his sleeve.

“Don’t…”

She’d woken up, and the tears had returned. He hated seeing her cry, his chest hurting.

“Want me to stay?”

She nodded, pulling at his sleeve with a whine. “Please.”

He gave her a nod and she let go, the man pulling off his coat and folding it. Feitan set it on her nightstand before climbing into bed with her.

“Thirsty?”

“No…”

She laid her head against his chest, not caring he was shirtless. All (Name) wanted was to feel safe, and Feitan was one of the only people that she trusted enough to hold her.

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. (Name) noticed his touch was much more gentle than usual.

“Sleep. Won’t leave.”

She sniffled against his chest, but nodded in agreement.

It didn’t take her long to pass out. The day had been long and exhausting. Both physically and emotionally.

——————

(Name) woke up to an empty bed, terror running through her.

“Feitan? Are you here?”

She stood up quickly, running through her bedroom door to see if he was in the main part of the condo.

He wasn’t.

Her blood ran cold. He wasn’t there, and she was alone. All alone.

Just like back then.

(Name) sank to the floor, her eyes filling with tears. ‘He promised… he said he wouldn’t leave…’

As she began to sob again, her front door opened.

“(Name)?”

She looked up, her lip quivering.

“Feitan?”

He dropped the bags he’d been carrying and scooped her up into his arms, sitting on the floor with her.

“You left… you left me all alone…”

She cried against his shoulder, hiccuping.

“Sorry. I… I went to grab food. Can’t cook.”

Even though he knew he wasn’t gone for long, Feitan still felt guilty for leaving. It was clear she hadn’t gotten over last night, and was still in a sensitive state.

Being gentle and caring wasn’t in his nature. He was cold and cruel, like a good interrogator should be.

But she wasn’t one of his victims, she was (Name). The woman he loved.

His hands, usually meant for killing or harming, cupped her cheeks gently. His calloused thumbs wiped away her tears, his eyes softening. “Shh. It’s okay, come sit at table and eat.”

He helped her stand and walked her over to the table. She whimpered and sniffled the entire time, pawing at him when he attempted to sit her down.

“Stay near me. Please.”

Feitan sighed, pulling his chair as close to her as possible and setting her takeout in front of her.

It was warm Belgium waffles, covered in syrup and fruit.

“I have to get up to get drinks. Promise I’ll be back.”

She pouted, but gave a nod and began to eat her food. He couldn’t help but find her adorable even now.

Feitan set a glass of juice down on the table, sipping on his own cup of coffee.

“Aren’t you going to eat, Fei?”

The man shrugged. “Not hungry. Will just eat something from the fridge.”

She nodded and continued munching, her tears drying up as she enjoyed her food. It was good, she wondered where he’d got it from.

After she finished, she had Feitan follow her. “I’m sorry… I just feel better when you’re near me.”

He didn’t reply, sitting on her bed as she picked out her outfit for the day. Although she was feeling better, he could sense she wasn’t back to her normal just yet.

“Fei?”

He hummed in response.

“Can you wait in the bathroom while I shower?”

Feitan blinked at her, tilting his head in confusion.

“Why?”

“…”

She didn’t have to answer, her expression told him everything.

“Alright. Go get in, call me when ready.”

She nodded and ran out, nearly slipping on the rug in the hallway. He shook his head, holding back a laugh.

Feitan was just glad she was starting to feel better. Seeing her look so terrified was awful. It made him want to vomit when she sobbed into his chest. Just knowing what happened to her made his blood boil.

“Fei, I��m ready!”

He got up and walked into the bathroom, sitting on the counter. “I’m here. Continue your shower.”

She giggled from behind the curtain. “Try not to peek.”

Feitan rolled his eyes. “In your dreams.”

Suddenly, (Name) peeked her head out of the shower and stared at him with a frown.

“In my dreams? Fei you sleep talk.”

That was enough to make his face go red. “Wh-what?”

She bursted out laughing, her wet hair sticking to her face.

“Pfft, I’m just joking around. What do you dream about? I bet it’s perverted-“

He threw a towel at her, causing her to shrink back behind the curtain.

“Just shower, damn it.”

———————

“Feiii~ can you hand me my towel?”

He groaned as he slipped off the sink and grabbed her towel, holding it out for her to snatch behind the shower curtain.

As he turned to leave, the shower curtain flung open, (Name) stepping out.

“Fei, don’t leave. You said you’d stay.”

His eyes darted from her barely covered cleavage, to the slip in the towel that completely exposed her left side, to her pouting lips.

“Please. Just… just turn your head while I get dressed.”

He calmed himself quickly. ‘Do it for her. She’s still sensitive, just turn around and-‘

As he began to turn, she let her towel drop onto the floor, quickly picking up her shirt and pulling it on over her head.

In that split second, Feitan saw everything.

Everything.

Every. Last. Thing.

It was all he could do to not turn back around and pounce on her. He listened to the sound of her getting dressed, his heart racing.

All the blood in his body was rushing to a certain part of him.

“I’m dressed.”

Feitan didn’t turn around.

“Fei?”

“Go, have to use the bathroom.”

She huffed, but left. Feitan rubbed his temple, sighing heavily.

‘Just a naked woman. Seen several, not a big deal.’

He attempted to calm himself, but the image of her nude body flashed in his mind again.

‘Fuck…’

He’d have to deal with this and quick. (Name) wouldn’t wait for long.

————————

“Feeeiii, are you almost done?”

She didn’t receive an answer. His absence was starting to make her nervous, so she decided to call one of her friends to keep her company.

Gon and Killua would be busy, Kurapika and Leorio weren’t answering…

That only left one person.

She clicked the man’s name, not caring if she was still mad at him. She couldn’t be alone right now, she at least needed someone to talk to.

“(Name)? Is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me Illumi.”

The man on the other side of the phone smiled, sitting down on the counter of the kitchen he was currently in.

“Is there a reason you’ve called?”

“No, I just wanted to hear your voice.”

That made his eyes widen. She hadn’t been this sweet to him since his outburst months ago.

“Is that so? I’ll talk as long as you need me to then. How have you been?”

She sighed. “Okay. I had a bad day yesterday.”

“Really? What happened?”

The girl bit her lip, her silence concerning the dark haired assassin.

“(Name)? What happened? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Just a bit… frazzled is all. Physically I’m fine.”

He relaxed slightly, still not completely convinced. “I see. Are you enjoying your time in York New?”

“Yes! I’ve been having an amazing time with my friend. He’s been here for me when I needed him. I love him so much!”

Illumi went quiet for a moment. He felt jealousy bubble up in his chest, but calmed himself.

‘She called to hear YOUR voice. She wanted to talk to you, and you alone. Don’t forge that.’

“That’s nice. I can’t wait to see you. I’ve… missed you.”

(Name) held onto her phone tightly.

“I… I miss you too. When we meet up, we’ll talk through everything, okay? I… I don’t want to be upset with you.”

“I don’t want you to be upset either, (Name). You’re…”

He paused. Why couldn’t he get the words out? Why couldn’t he tell her just how important she was to him.

“I’m what?”

Illumi bit his lip. “You’re my best friend.”

“Aww. You’re one of my best friends too.”

‘One of?’

He decided to ignore that comment, his head swiveling to the left when he heard footsteps approaching.

“Sorry, I have to go. Work.”

She sighed. “Alright. Be safe, love you.”

Illumi stared down at his phone for a moment, a deep frown on his face. Even though he wanted to say it back more than anything, he couldn’t.

“Take care.”

Click.

(Name) plopped down on the couch, setting her phone on the table next to it.

“Who were you talking to?”

Feitan stood behind her, his cheeks slightly flushed and his eyes narrowed.

“Oh, a friend.”

Feitan sat beside her, his arm wrapping around the back of the couch. “Said ‘Love you’.”

“Yeah, I say I love you to all of my friends.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Not just to me?”

(Name) gasped. “Aww, Fei! I’m sorry, but no, I say it to everyone.”

She leaned against his shoulder.

“I do love you though. Sooo much.”

It almost hurt, how much his heart raced with her words. The girl leaning against his shoulder had so much love to give, even after everything that had happened to her.

“I…”

He couldn’t say it back. It was difficult, not coming as easy to him as it did to her. A declaration of love could be the nail in their relationship’s coffin.

When Feitan loved, he loved hard. With his teeth and his claws, he’d hold onto the object of his affection like a wild dog would it’s prey.

“It’s okay, Fei. You know I don’t mind if you can’t say it back. I know you care about me. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”

She kissed his shoulder, showing how comfortable she was in his presence. She trusted him enough to not hurt her, to relax and close her eyes as she lay against him.

She smelled sweet, like fresh fruit. He’d never get used to her soft scent. It was soothing, like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

‘One day, I’ll show her how much I love her. With every part of me.’

He ran his hand over her hair, careful to not pull any of it. She sighed in contentment, enjoying this soft moment with her usually cold and calloused friend.

They were interrupted by Feitan’s phone buzzing from his pocket.

He opened his phone.

“What?”

“Oh, you finally answer. I’ve been trying to call you all night, Fei.”

Shalnark chuckled into the phone. “I guess you’ve been too busy with your little lady.”

Feitan glanced at the girl next to him, who was watching a random program on TV.

“Shut it. What you want?”

“Rude! I just wanted to tell you we found Uvo. We’re currently looking for the chain user.”

“He want revenge?”

“Duh.”

This caused Feitan to chuckle. “Of course. Anything else.”

“Mmm, no. Just be back tonight. The boss wants to go over his plans.”

Feitan sighed, petting (Name)’s head again.

“Alright. Bringing (Name).”

“Haha, figured. You know, Chrollo seems to think she should join us. What are your thoughts on that?”

“Don’t think she should. Not a fighter.”

Shalnark hummed. “Maybe, but we haven’t seen her skills in that department yet. She was trained by an assassin, right? She’s got to have some kind of strength.”

Feitan glanced down at her again, the girl now staring up at him.

“Is that Shalnark? Tell him I said hi!”

Feitan huffed. “She says hi.”

The blonde giggled. “Oh, tell her I said hello as well. Oh? Is that the- okay. Okay. Fei, I’ve got to go!”

“Be careful.”

Shalnark paused. He didn’t often hear Feitan say things like that.

“We will. Bye bye!”

Feitan hung up, playing his phone back in his pocket.

“Did he say anything about Uvo?”

“Yeah. Found him.”

(Name) let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, good. Can we see him?”

Feitan shook his head. “He’s out for revenge. Don’t know when he’ll return.”

“Revenge? That sounds like a bad idea.”

Feitan shrugged, pulling her back against him. “His life, he wants revenge, he gets it.”

She pouted up at him. “Well it might be his life, it that won’t stop me from worrying about him.”

His eyes softened slightly, but he flicked her forehead so she wouldn’t notice.

“Shouldn’t worry. He’s strong.”

“Even strong people can be taken down with the right ability. He’s an enhancer, so he’d be weak to a conjurer or manipulator.”

Feitan groaned. “Maybe, but Uvo is smart. A little cocky, but not dumb. Can handle himself.”

(Name) sighed. “I hope you’re right. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

The two stayed in a comfortable silence as she watched TV, and he thought about Uvogin.

‘He’ll be okay. Has to be.’

———————

The day was spent in (Name)’s condo, the two only leaving to pick up lunch before returning. He had to admit, her clinginess wasn’t bothering him as much as it would of if she were anyone else.

In fact, he enjoyed the close proximity to her.

“Fei, when are we leaving?”

He looked at the clock.

“About an hour. Pick up dinner on the way.”

(Name) hummed from her seat on the couch, snacking on some fruit she’d cut up.

“Stop snacking, ruin your appetite.”

(Name) stopped, dropping the strawberry she’d been about to eat back into the bowl. “Oh, you’re right. Do you want any before I put this in the fridge?”

He shook his head. (Name) had been slowly recovering through the day, to the point she could go a few minutes without Feitan in sight. But once those minutes were up, she’d start getting anxious.

It worried him. He’d probably have to leave her home in the coming nights. Would she be healed enough to sleep in the bed alone when he did?

(Name) placed the bowl in the fridge, closing it after.

“I need to figure out something to wear. Something warm, but can move in.”

(Name) motioned for Feitan to follow her, the man standing and following instantly.

‘Look at me, following after a girl. They’d tease me for it.’

Feitan sat on (Name)’s bed as she pulled out items of clothing.

“Too short. Not flexible enough. You kidding? You freeze in that.”

He shot down almost every item of clothing until she pulled out an oversized hoodie and skirt combo.

“… wear pants under skirt. Should be fine.”

“Do you mean like… leggings? That should keep me warm!”

(Name) shooed him out of the room so she could change. He waited close by. If he didn’t, she’d go looking for him with a scared look on her face, and he hated to see her like that.

“Fei, how do I look?”

It was such a simple outfit. Just a pink cow print hoodie with a white skirt, and black tights, but he liked it. A lot. Something about the way her hoodie neatly hid the fact she had a skirt on at all made him… feral.

“Looks… looks good.”

He pulled the hoodie over her head. “Good for blocking face. In case people come.”

(Name) swatted at his hands. “Hey, I can’t see!”

He let go of her hoodie, snickering to himself.

“Ok, princess.”

When she pulled back her good, his eyes widened ever so slightly.

She was flustered.

“Princess? That’s new…”

The air felt different, the girl unable to meet his eye. It was a similar reaction to when he’d called her his good girl in the car earlier.

“Hmm? You like it?”

He didn’t hide the slight husky nature of his voice. Her reaction was causing a reaction in him. Feitan pushed further, his hand slipping to her hip.

“I…”

(Name) pulled away and hid her face.

“I don’t mind it.”

Feitan smirked, leaning in close to her ear.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

(Name) spent the rest of the hour peeking at Feitan from behind corners and running away when he’d spot her.

‘Like a puppy. Cute.’

When it was time to go, the two walked out of her apartment hand in hand. Although she needed his touch, the touch of anyone else made her wince.

Because of this, Feitan expanded his aura to cover the two. People subconsciously avoided entering his aura, allowing the two to have a decent space around them even in the busiest of crowds.

“What you want for dinner?”

She shrugged. “You can pick.”

Feitan shot towards the nearest restaurant.

——————

After a quick dinner, the two walked out to the edge of town towards their hideout.

“Want me to carry you? Long way.”

She shook her head, sipping on the lemonade she’d brought with her. “No, I’m fine. I walked all the way here the first time, you know.”

“Yeah but…”

He glanced at her face, seeing the dark circles under her eyes.

They’d been getting home late and waking up early. It would cause at least a little strain on a normal person.

“But nothing! I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him along, the backpack she wore bouncing along.

Feitan rolled his eyes, but didn’t pull his hand away. He never could, when it was her.

When they arrived, Pakunoda and Shalnark were waiting outside. Feitan let go of her hand when he spotted them, stuffing it into his pocket.

“Fei, (Name), you’re here!”

Shalnark jogged up to them, waving as he did. (Name) excitedly ran towards him, jumping up to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Shalnark! Thanks for holding my hair while I threw up yesterday, and sorry for crying all over your shirt.”

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before pulling away.

It was like time slowed down as she was pulling back from the friendly kiss.

Shalnark began to turn red, and she could hear someone approaching them from behind.

A hand was wrapped around her waist so tightly she squeaked, the girl being pulled back into someone’s arms and thrown over their shoulder.

“…”

Feitan stared up at the blonde with narrowed eyes, holding (Name) over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that! She’s the one that-“

Feitan didn’t stick around to listen, carrying her into the hideout.

Pakunoda watched this play out with an amused look in her eye.

“Didn’t know he was the jealous type. It’s cute, really.”

“Yeah, cute when it’s not directed at you.”

Shalnark touched his cheek, his eyes soft.

“She’s really nice. I can see why he likes he so much. Fei’s always had a soft spot for sweet things.”

Pakunoda glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. “Do you…”

Shalnark shook his head. “No, I…”

He let his hand drop to his side, giving her a smile. “We should get inside before the boss comes to drag us in!”

Pakunoda nodded. “You’re right.”

———————

(Name) pouted from he seat in Feitan’s lap, flustered and embarrassed. Ever since she’d kissed Shalnark’s cheek earlier, he refused to talk to her.

“Fei, let me go. They’re looking…”

A few of the spiders had been glancing in the pair’s direction, but quickly looked away when Feitan sent them a glare.

“No. Can’t be trusted.”

“Why?”

“Why? Kiss people, that’s why.”

(Name) gasped and turned around so she was straddling him.

“What are you, my dad? I can kiss whoever I want. How many times have I kissed your cheek?”

He stared up at her, his grip on her hips tightening.

“Not enough.”

She tilted her head. “Are you… jealous- hey!”

She was sent sprawling on the floor when Feitan pushed her off his lap.

“Stupid girl. Why would I be jealous?”

She stared at him from the ground for a moment, then poured. “I guess there’s no reason to be jealous, if you don’t like me.”

(Name) scrambled to her feet before storming off to join Pakunoda on the other side of the room.

“Wow, she’s mad!”

Shalnark plopped down beside Feitan, watching as (Name) and Pakunoda chatted amongst each other.

“She’ll get over it. Not jealous.”

The blonde tilted his head. “Is that so? Then you don’t mind if I return her kiss?”

Feitan’s hand shot forward to grab Shalnark’s wrist.

“Don’t.”

Shalnark gave him a smile. “Why not? Is she your girlfriend or something?”

“She’s mine. That’s what she is.”

Feitan squeezed his wrist before letting go and walking towards Pakunoda and (Name).

Shalnark giggled to himself, bringing his bruised wrist to his face. ‘Oh he is SO jealous. Paku was right, it is kind of cute.’

(Name) turned when she felt a familiar presence behind her.

“Fei? Do you want something?”

The dark haired man pulled on her sleeve. She allowed him to tug her away from Pakunoda, waving goodbye.

“Sorry.”

(Name) blinked. “It’s alright.”

He never apologized for anything, especially when it was a reaction to her teasing. (Name) leaned forward and placed a few kisses on his face.

“Was that enough kisses?”

He didn’t answer, continuing to pull her away as his cheeks turned red under his coat.

‘Never enough.’

—————

Chrollo cleared his throat, getting the attention of the entire Troupe.

“A chain user? He’s either a Manipulator or a Conjurer. Uvogin is a dominant fighter. But in a one-on-one fight, he is most vulnerable to those two categories.”

(Name) bit her lip. It was the exact thing she’d been worried about.

“Many Conjurer give special powers to the things they create. Some of those abilities could render Uvo helpless. And a Manipulator could manipulate Uvo himself.”

Shalnark cursed. “I should have tagged along! Damn!”

“If he fails to return by dawn, there will be a change in plans.”

(Name) held onto Feitan’s sleeve, trying not to cry.

‘He’ll be back. Like they said, Uvo is strong.’

Feitan turned and slipped his hand into hers. “Try not to worry. Will only make you upset.”

The man said that, but he too was beginning to worry. Uvogin was strong, yeah, but he never took this long to complete a mission.

“Oh (Name)!”

Hisoka jumped down from his ledge, approaching the pair slowly.

“What you want?” Feitan asked, pushing the girl behind him. Shalnark watched from close by.

“Oh, I just wanted to tell her that I saw one of her friends.”

(Name) perked up, peeking over Feitan’s shoulder. “One of my friends? Which one?”

He smiled a placed a finger over his lips. “The blonde.”

(Name) knew what his gesture meant. She shouldn’t say the name of her friends, at least Hisoka thought she shouldn’t. Feitan seemed to stiffen at the mention of her blonde friend.

‘The one she likes?’

“Oh, really? Does it seem like he’s been eating well? I’ve been worried about him.”

Hisoka shrugged. “I guess you could say that. He doesn’t look any different from the hunter exam.”

Feitan’s grip on (Name)’s arm tightened slightly. “That all you have to say?”

The magician chuckled. “No, of course not. I also wanted to ask a question.”

(Name) tilted her head, jumping back when she felt Hisoka’s aura turn murderous.

“Would you like to fight me, (Name)?”

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