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lightfeltmemories · 5 months

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episode one: phantom troupe and romance; headcanons from least toxic, to most toxic

characters include: chrollo, machi, pakunoda, shizuku, uvogin, shalnark, feitan, phinks, bonolenov, kortopi, hisoka, illumi, nobunaga, franklin. (not in order)

tw's: nsfw but nothing explicit, mentions of non-con, spoilers for the deaths of pakunoda, shalnark, kortopi and uvogin, toxic relationships, lovebombing, mentions of torture (not on reader), mentions of cheating, mentions of reader's death,

notes: a completely self indulgent post, you can probably tell who im biased towards by how long certain sections are.

because this contains mentions of nsfw, do not interact if you are under 18, you will be blocked if you do !! also, do not leave negative comments please, they will be deleted :)

pakunoda

out of everyone, guaranteed, she'll be the best partner out of everyone else, you might even end up shocked that she's apart of the troupe if it ever comes to you finding out.

she's a darling, spoils and cares for you like anyone else, a great listener and partakes in your interests in hobbies, its (almost) like a fairytale by how the relationship is, the troupe knows you but you don't know them! and she wants to keep it that way, of course still she's a murderer, so it would break her if you were to have found out about everything, she vowed to never let you know or even have you close to knowing about what she does, but you just can't help but wonder what she's doing when she's away for long periods of time.

until it comes to her death.

now, you eventually find out that she died from a close friend of hers, but he knows paku doesn't want you to know about the troupe, so, he's a bit vague, and a bit creepy.

nobunaga

personally out of everyone else, i feel like nobunaga would be other most normal when it comes to relationships, but then again, he's an enigma, he doesn't strike me as the type to be the best boyfriend literally ever or very very toxic, i feel like out of everyone else, if you're looking for someone to be in a semi normal relationship with, nobunaga is your best shot, but of course, he's a part of the phantom troupe, and any member apart of it isn't exactly the best partner by default.

he's still a murder and thief, like all members i believe that he would definitely steal things that remind him of you, he'd most definitely kill for you.

unlike someone like feitan or machi, he doesn't exactly have a problem with being vulnerable when you get to know him, he'll tell you about himself, and of course, because he's a criminal he can't exactly tell you what he does for a living, but can't bring himself to lie about it either, he's just hoping that one day, if you know, you won't leave or judge him for it, his childhood isn't exactly all sunshines and lolipops, y'know?

he'll love you from the ends of the earth, but he definitely won't let you walk all over him, quick to put your in your place and won't allow you to manipulate him, he won't lie to you (about trivial things, at least) so why should you? (who knows, maybe you're apart of a criminal organization and is pretty much a wanted criminal yourself :P)

bonolenov

similar to nobunaga i think if you want something that's somewhat normal, bonolenov is also a nice choice! (100% not putting him up so high because we don't really know that much about him it's totally because he would be a decent partner! honest!)

for one, you would definitely be introduced to usual romantic gestures and advances that come from his tribe, he'll tell you all about how things work with him, he'll do dances he learned when they were still here for you to show how much he adores you, and dresses you in garments that resemble such from his tribe, it's pretty cute, honestly!

now, what concerns him a bit is.. how you'll react without his bandages, he's not exactly sexy like chrollo but (to me, TO MEEEEEE) he's not the ugliest thing in the world! he just hopes that eventually if you see him in his true form, you don't scream and run away at the sight of him, its okay if you do! ..... kind of.

and if you don't, oh you'll mean so much to him!

kortopi

now, here's another one we don't know much about! but i'll try my best either way (i just want to contribute to the lack of attention him and bono get in these spaces.) he's another somewhat normal one, he also doesn't strike me as the type to be the absolute worst, but still is apart of a troupe of murderers and thieves.

similar to everyone else, he'll steal and kill for you (idk if this guy even has a body count but lets pretend he does.) and is a lot more open to being vulnerable than some other members.

now, nine times out of ten you'll be taller than him because this guy is even shorter than feitan, so, he'll definitely be wearing your t-shirts and hoodies, and he ain't complaining about it!

and eventually, he dies, now, honestly, something told you that kortopi seemed... like the odd one out when it came to the troupe, he doesn't seem like the type to be apart of... that! you better hope that hisoka doesn't care about you, or things are gonna turn ugly faster than you can blink.

uvogin

he's big (as hell), but he's sweeter (you know why they're in bold italics) than the others twice his size.

physically the strongest, you're rather lucky to have him has your partner, if someone won't stop messing with you, they're dead within a millisecond, or at least scared off since you know.. he isn't exactly built like the average guy and having someone that's eight foot fucking two walking up on you not really excited to see you is quite terrifying, depending on his mood they'll sometimes get away.... sometimes.

enough of that, how is it like when it's just the two of you? sitting on the couch or laying in bed watching movies together, his arm around you, it's basically a pillow! a hard ass pillow at that.

not the most vulnerable, he's not some weird incel who see's women as sex toys or anything, he's decently capable of being in a normal relationship, you won't see each other often sadly, but when you do, he'll pay 95% of his attention towards you, he'll even let you know straight up that he won't know when he'll get back, but he will! ... until he doesn't..

ah yes, his death at the hands of kurapika, how will you react? hell, how would kurapika react to your existence? something tells me that kurapika might kill you too, send you right off with him, or, in a rather strange twist of events, he might try to fuck you and take you to the other side, not in the way of barging into your house and straight up non con, nah, more like a get to know you then get in your pants type of way, uvo won't be there to protect you now would he? of course the latter is highly unlikely, but to be honest it's kind of fun to think about.

and now that you think of it... you don't even know what uvo was doing or where he was going, you choose how you want to react to how you found out about his troupe business.

shizuku

another woman! she's similar to another person right below her! she looks cute, but she's anything but!...... sort of.

she's not the best or worst partner, she's pretty normal, a bit distant but it's not something you can't manage, maybe she just needs some space and you're overwhelming her, but something that really gets to you is her forgetfulness.

at first, she'll forget things such as your birthday or your anniversary, but going further into the relationship, she becomes less and less forgetful (she might even remember things that you don't even remember.)

what exactly do you guys do together? well, she does try to partake in your interests, and does try to get things you like!

franklin

he's similar to uvo, he's big, he's actually nicer than he appears.

what makes him so low is.. well to be honest i don't know, i don't feel like he could be high up but not so low, so, this is the perfect spot for him.

for one he does have a bit of an anger problem, not as bad as phinks, but he doesn't mind a slight argument, good thing he wont assault you, and is quick to make up for the argument.

i don't know how to write him, so, please forgive me for how small this passage is. :(

shalnark

we're starting to get into uh... strange territory, he looks kind, and seems normal, but he's anything but that, he's not the most toxic but he also isn't the most caring and understanding either, similar to nobunaga he's kind of an enigma.

he's a love bomber and very good at manipulating, definitely takes advantage of his rather cute looks, he'll figure out what you're insecure about and compliment those things specifically, i do think he is capable of loving someone genuinely, but he sometimes does things without realizing that they aren't really normal, maybe he's getting his troupe personality mixed up with the one he has with you.

he does come off as sweet at first, brings you flowers and takes you on some rather expensive dates (an uncanny feeling creeps up on you about how the waiters act, but you don't pay much attention to it.) and sometimes he's more distant and a little bit aloof, you take this as him needing his space.

he's not abusive, but he isn't the absolute best partner, there's definitely better out there.

his death doesn't hit you as hard as the others but it was still devastating, you best hope hisoka doesn't come for you, and if he does, you hope he swiftly kills you, because you really don't want this murder clown to take an interest to you.

phinks

phinks is another one 'that's kind of odd to me, i don't want to judge a book by its cover and say "yeah he's a piece of shit!!" but again, he's a lot better in comparison to anyone below.

he's similar to shalnark in quite a few ways, one, he does things that kind of makes you think he's a bit of an odd ball, he's intimidating to look at and is the second strongest physically in the troupe, so you're lucky to have someone like him if you're looking for protection.

i don't see him as the type to take you out to fancy restaurants and bring you flowers, stuff like that is a bit too sappy for him, he shows other ways like giving you thinks you like or taking you to like carnivals or other fun events.

his main problem is his anger issues, he won't physically harm you especially if you don't use nen, but he's not above arguing with or yelling at you, he doesn't do it often, but he might call you an idiot or a bitch if you take him to that point.

the relationship is somewhat normal besides that.

chrollo

chrollo is weird, some say he's loving, caring, blah blah blah while some might say he's the exact opposite.

for one he is charming, he's a relatively good looking man, he's intelligent, and is looking for someone who's also intelligent.

i feel like chrollo definitely has a type, he likes people who are elegant, he wants someone that'll make him look good while he's in public, he doesn't care much for how people view the relationship outside of that, he also looks for someone with a personality he doesn't want someone who looks good yes, but is boring to be around, someone he can have a deep conversation with and talk about his interests with.

for one, you will not know about the troupe's existence, until he is 100% ready to tell you, which will definitely take a while, but he's confident that the troupe and himself will protect you from anyone who tries to avenge.

now, what makes him so low on this list? well, he's quite manipulative, a gaslighter, too, what do you mean you saw me with another woman? it's all for business, i'm just trying to steal her nen ability.

he does want to be a good partner, but this relationship is kind of a "too good to be true" type, something is happening behind closed doors and the thought is too persistent to ignore.

illumi

this guy is... strange, for one, his beady ass eyes make him look like a bug (affectionately), and section.. his very warped perception of what love even is.

i agree with the fandom that he has a breeding kink no doubt, his intention on dating is marriage, and you will bear his children, no ifs, ands or buts.

you'll meet his family but you'll never meet the troupe, he doesn't want you getting involved in fighting (he might have someone teach you some basic self protection) because he doesn't want you to die, that'll fuck with him... kind of, you're basically trapped in the mansion.

his overprotection is toxic on its own, you don't have that much freedom, you can't go shopping unless he's with you (or if he can't be there, one of his servants will accompany you), you're never truly alone unless he's away, and when he's here, things are no better, he's distant and cold, there's not much to talk about with him, sure, he loves you, but doesn't know how to express it much.

machi

one out of three toxic ass individuals, one of them consists of machi.

lets start off with the fact that she's cold hearted, as hell, if you cry in front of her she'll look at you like you're crazy, if she's really in that mood she'll tell you that you look stupid and you need to suck it up.

not good with physical touch or romance, who knows how the two of you managed to continue the relationship, she does leave flowers for you but won't tell you that they're from her, won't admit that she's the one who got them for you.

i feel like similar to a certain clown, she won't care much for you if you aren't either powerful or capable of protecting yourself in some way.

but all she's really doing is putting up barriers, she's actually caring in her own weird way, she'll still be there for you, patch up your wounds if you managed to get cut or stabbed and would probably mourn your death.

hisoka

were getting lower, and a certain sadist who loves torture is worse, but somehow, hisoka is slightly better than him in some way or another.

for one, hisoka probably won't be that interested in you if you aren't powerful, it would be worse if you were a regular civilian, he'll take that as an opportunity to take advantage of you sexually, physically, psychologically and mentally, and the relationship will be literal hell..

but, lets say you are pretty powerful, dare i say a troupe member yourself, he won't be as interested in fighting you as much as he would chrollo, but he would be interested in... other ways.

how you managed to get into a relationship with this freak is unclear, but you two one day just.. hooked up, and it all goes downhill from here.

he has no problem killing you if he gets tired of you, he already killed two and plans on killing the rest of the spiders, why not kill another? especially you? or, in an alternate scenario where he does manage to kill off all the spider, you're the only one who's left, this can go two ways, one, he can fuck you one last time then kill you, or, he takes you with him! if you managed to have a lasting impression on him, that is.

outside of sex, he just isn't a good partner, he's probably the only one on this list that's probably willing to cheat on you (don't you dare get back at him, both you and your lover will die) he's manipulative as hell, he doesn't necessarily care about how you feel and he'll provoke you just to get a reaction out of you.

feitan

and last but not least, feitan, oh boy, good luck to you for managing to have this man attracted to you. (im a feitan girlie, so this one might be a big longer than the rest)

for one, he'll hate your rotten guts for making him feel this way, for making him feel so weak, so emotional... he might even contemplate on killing you, but when that time comes he can't bring himself to do it.

i don't want to say yandere is his default since he doesn't really know how to properly love, because i do think he has some potential, but it does make sense for him, because there has to be something about you that makes you interested in him, maybe you're his polar opposite? maybe you're also a sadist?

he's not the most romantic partner, he doesn't want to come off as vulnerable, or sappy, so, what considers as a date to him? he's the type to probably take you to a cemetery at night as a form of a date.

he will not allow the troupe to know you or you to know them, for one he's going to be teased from hell and back for finally managing to pull someone and second while it appears that he doesn't care for you much, him protecting you from them is his way of showing you that he cares.

he can't find himself being vulnerable, he might teach you his language if you're up for it, and he might bring you some things he knows you like, but thats kind of it, also he won't force you to see him torture people.. unless you betray him in a way.

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rotten-pomegranate · 1 month

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Good morning 🌞, since requests are open, can I please get head cannon ask for how the adult trio with feitan, shalnark and phinks would react if reader successfully escaped them for years. Please I want reader to win just once 😭🙏🏾

Yes you can 💪🏻

I wasn’t sure if they were supposed to catch you in the end but I made like that

Warnings: mentions of torture, yandere, kidnapping, mentions of rape

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Feitan

Feitans gonna be pissed and offended that you have so little respect for him you escaped and when he finds you it’s hell

you should have killed yourself when you got away because the things he’s gonna do to you and Any friends you made along the way will make death seem like the better option by a lot

You don’t get any privileges your always chained up and you only get enough food and water to survive

He was being nice before, holding himself back, but not anymore now he does anything and everything he wants

Shalnark

He’s gonna be sad he knows he wasn’t the best but was he that bad?

He’s gonna track you down eventually, probably one of the quickest to find you, I’m talking three years or so

When he finds you he just mocks you, like you really thought he wouldn’t find you how cute

He’s gonna stick you with antenna a lot more often to make you do stuff you would never willingly do and he’s gonna make sure you remember every bit of it

Phinks

He’s heartbroken, you didn’t love him? Sure he kidnapped you but he was so nice, he got you gifts, fed you, never forced you to do anything and he let you do whatever you wanted in the fairly big house (he’s a but Delusional)

He’s a close second to shalnark when it comes to finding you in sense of time give or take about three and a half years

When he does find you he’s not gonna be as nice as he was before, your not gonna get sweet little gifts or the privilege to go around the house freely and he’s not gonna brush off your attitude anymore, from now on your getting locked away when you give him any sass

Chrollo

even though he tried his hardest to prevent it He knew it would happen eventually, he let his guard slip gave you to much freedom

It’s gonna take him about five years to find you because he has to focus on other stuff such as the troupe

When he gets you back your never gonna see the light of day again, your locked I and chained In his basement from now on and while it’s a nice basement with carpeted floors, a nice bathroom and a big bed with lots of fluffy blankets that he often joins you in your only there for his pleasure now

He regularly pins you down and forces you to do stuff that he didn’t make you do before whispering how it Could be different the whole time

Illumi

Illumi is savage, has every person in the zoldyck manor out looking for you and that intensity doesn’t go down if anything it gets worse the longer it takes to find you

It’ll take him about four years to find you and when he does your in for it

First he’s gonna beat you black and blue, he’s gonna break both you legs in the process and that’s the only thing you’ll be allowed to see a doctor about

He’s gonna try and get you pregnant as soon as he can and if you where kicking and screaming before he would have stopped but not anymore now your getting tied to the bed frame and having a gag in your mouth

Hisoka

He’s the calmest out of all of them, he knew it would happen, he’s not happy about it but he’s not a total mess like some of these guys

It’s not his top priority to find you but it is up there, so it’s gonna take him about seven years to find you

When he finds you your getting the beating of a life time, I’m talking broken ribs, and kicked out teeth, he will pay machi to come fix you up but he might do it again if you annoy him

He didn’t hit you before but he does now, oh you dropped a glass worth ten bucks? Your getting smacked up side the head

And lastly from now on when you sleep it’s on the cold ground with a chain leash attached to his bed frame around your neck no more comfortable pillows

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eufezco · 4 months

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Could you do a Finnick x reader with the troupe rivals to lovers pls

—I know that you didn't want to be part of this alliance, but hey, lucky us. I get to see your pretty face for as long as I have left to live and you have made new friends. We all win.

—You're not my friends.

You had lost those people that Finnick called friends a while ago and now it was you and him walking lost in the jungle.

Finnick chuckled. —Right, yeah, your only friend here died within minutes of stepping onto the Cornucopia. Who would think of going for the same weapons as the professionals? Did your mentor teach you nothing?

—She taught me the difference between an alliance and a friendship.

You stopped walking and turned around to face him, the end of your machete pointing at his neck and brushing against his Adam's apple. Finnick kept the smile on his lips because he knew you wouldn't do it. They said that barking dogs seldom bite. Oh, but he knew you did bite just not to him.

—If I agreed to this alliance it was because I believed it was best for him, but now he is dead and I have made promises. I don't need any of you to win these games again but I do believe in what that girl from District 12 represents.

You thought about lowering your weapon but it got on your nerves the way Finnick was staring at your lips as you spoke, with his own parted and nodding at everything you said even though he had stopped listening to you a while ago. Did Finnick think you were not noticing? No, it couldn't be that. He knew perfectly well that you were noticing because he wasn't even bothering to hide it. He just wanted you to bring it up so he could shoot his shot.

—When it's just the seven of us, things will be very different and I'm pretty sure I won't be the first to die but I will have no problem being the first to attack. —Standing face to face with Finnick and with his eyes on your mouth... It was almost impossible not to notice his lips as well but unlike him, you tried to hide it as best you could, going from looking at his lips to his eyes and back again.

Finnick's lips curved up into a smile. —Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad.

You swallowed nervously. Your head was high, a sign that you were not going to please him and tell him he was right. —I just told you that I would kill you if I had to, what makes you think I want to kiss you?

—Because I can see you looking at my lips the same way I'm looking at yours. —Finnick said as he came closer to you. You slowly lowered your weapon, his body towering over yours as he ran his tongue over his lips, leaving them a little wet and making them look even more desirable than before.

You were both waiting; Finnick held your chin between his thumb and index finger, expecting you to move away or kill him on the spot. You were waiting for him to kiss you already. Your eyes were squinted, ready for when he decided to put his lips on yours, but you could still see him smiling proudly.

Finnick leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. Finnick's hand remained on your chin for the few seconds that your lips were connected, yours were still holding your machete, still pretending to be defensive about his actions thanks to how vulnerable Finnick was making you feel with just a kiss.

—Your lips are sweeter than what comes out of them when you open your mouth.

You rolled your eyes at him and turned around to keep walking. You took advantage of the fact that he could no longer see your face to run your tongue over your lips and enjoy what was left of him. You used your machete to cut the vines that got in your way, stomping to avoid your feet getting stuck in the ones on the ground.

—And you are sweeter than your lips, Finnick Odair. You taste salty.

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nburkhardt · 10 months

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Of Scissors & Wild Curls

Trying to beat out my writers block by writing an au troupe I absolutely love reading and haven’t written before. Just a heads up, it’s in modern times just so I don’t have to worry about being accurate to anything in the 80s ✌️ (this was stated on June 16th, when I started it)

anyway enjoy!

It’s the worst day of his entire life.

Right now. This is absolutely the day to end all bad days. It’ll be in his autobiography, it’ll be written in news articles and maybe a movie someday.

He wants to die a million deaths, truly.

It’s The Worst.

…. Or he might be exaggerating a bit. Just a little. Really, it’s not the end of the world.

This time at least.

Look, he’s had a long ass week and had a fight with some idiot taking pictures of him absolutely not falling on his ass. And the record label just told him that they need at least another album before letting the band take a much needed break.

Also, if he’s being truthful here, his writers block is a killer.

There’s a wall just planted in his brain, cutting off any and all lyrics the band needs for another fucking album.

Where was he again? Oh, worst day of his life.

“We’re going to stop in the next town, maybe we can find a place to- help?”

He groans and throws his head back, looking over at Gareth, “dude, my hair is a fucking disaster. There’s no helping that!”

Gareth crosses his arms with a deadpan look, “Ed, I think you’re overreacting a little. It’s just a little piece of gum! It’s not even that far in your hair, maybe this can be a little-“

“Don’t say it!”

“-trim”

He glares at him, “a little trim? This piece of shit is near my goddamn neck, Gare! I CAN FEEL IT! That fucking asshole did it on purpose too, I just know it!”

There’s a little five foot asshole out in the world, that’s his number one enemy now. Slapping him on the back with a “great show, my man!” Before walking away with a snicker. At the moment he didn’t think anything of it, too busy focusing on the fans around him trying to get his attention. His adrenaline and energy buzzing too much to realize something off with that guy.

He didn’t even notice it, it was a goddamn fan to point it out. Because they felt it when they took a picture together.

See? Worst day ever.

Right now they’re in the bus already moving onto the next city for the next concert. He isn’t even sure what’s the next one, all he knows is his hair has fucking gum in it and it’s the worst thing to ever happen to him.

“I still think you’re overreacting just a little, look, maybe there’s a way to get it out without cutting anything. We just have to find a place, there’s a two day break before the next concert. Ok?” Gareth pulls his hands away from his face, “Chris even told our driver to be on the lookout for places already.”

Sighing, he leans back and looks at his best friend, “I guess you’re right”

“I’m always right, dude.”

Rolling his eyes, he gets up and decides to take a nap face down because there’s no way he’s making it worse and getting stuck to his sheets.

Okay so, he’s overreacting a little bit. But he’s been growing his hair out for years now. It’s the perfect length and just wild enough that everyone knows him just by the hair.

It’s his thing, okay?!

A phone is slammed down and he flinches before looking towards the front, “did the phone kill your dog? Or was that-“

Robin whipped her head around a pinched look on her face, “that was goddamn Fran asking for a perm, I swear to god I don’t know how you deal with her! She actually had the nerve to praise you about letting her go so long without paying! She’s scheduled for Friday, because and I quote ‘my hair is straight as a needle’ she doesn’t do shit with her hair, Steve!”

He shakes his head and grabs his water before walking towards her, “Truthfully? I kinda zone out when I’m working on her hair.”

Robin blinked at him before she burst out laughing.

Being one of the only hair salons in their tiny town has some benefits, which is taking some customers that only pay after ranking up to nearly $300. That and he can hire anyone he wants and having a crew of just their friends is a perfect way to deal with the few crazy customers they get.

Oh, and he gets to hang out with them all the time while doing something he actually loves.

When he decided to go to cosmetology school instead of whatever place his dad wanted, he didn’t think he’d end up here. Honestly. His mom told him there was a chance it would go no where, that it’ll just be another thing to add to his list of hobbies.

Baseball, basketball, swimming, drawing and lastly cutting hair.

According to his dad, all of that was pointless. Well, not basketball. To his mom, it just made him look good for future partners. Thankfully their opinions don’t matter to him much anymore, they’re long gone from this tiny town and he’s twenty five now.

Really, he doesn’t need their support or opinions anymore.

“Woah! Dingus come here!” Robin calls out without needing to, the shop is small and he’s just at his station, “there’s your dorky kids jumping around like actual kids”

Rolling his eyes, he stands next to her to find that; yes across the street is the kids- now teenagers jumping around some parked bus. He can’t quite make out what’s on the bus, his vision is shit with letters even with his contacts in. Whatever they’re excited about is probably related to their dragons game.

So definitely nothing he’d understand. Right?

His attention is drawn away from the teens because of the door opening, he spins around with a smile already on his face. “Hello, do you have an appointment today?”

Standing half way in the door is a tiny blonde with a high pony tail and clearly not from around here. He pretty much knows everyone in Hawkins, or at least he knows everyone that comes into his shop.

This person definitely hasn’t been in before, she is adorable though. Totally Robin’s type, actually. Glancing at his best friend, and yep, there’s already hearts in her eyes.

“Hi! No, actually I wanted to see if you did have any openings?” Tiny Blonde smiles and he can see her glance at Robin, “either of you?”

If he could, he’d totally leave Robin to handle this by herself. It’d be pay back for when she ditched him at the bar a few weeks ago, but he’s not that petty. “Technically she can’t cut or color anyone’s hair, but I’m free later. I got a person coming in like twenty minutes. What did you-“

“Actually, it’s for a friend of mine!” She shakes her head and pulls her phone out, glancing at it and typing something quickly before looking back at him, “Can you do like a quick, consult maybe? Not like now, but later?”

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Robin nod her head as if she’s the one going to do it. Rolling his eyes he smiles and moves to the appointment book, taking a quick glance he can technically squeeze in something. “Just a consult?”

“Maybe a trim if all goes well, we could even come in tomorrow if you can’t today. We did just get into town, I’m sure my friend will understand if you can’t” her phone beeps and he can’t tell but it seems like she’s grimacing at whatever was sent, “or maybe you know another place?”

Technically he could send them somewhere else, but he’s curious plus from the glare he can feel from Robin- he glances at her and yep, she’s glaring a hole in his head.

He doesn’t need to ask her that she wants this pretty blonde to come back.

“Nah, you can come back at four. We can chat and figure out what needs or can be done.“ he smiles at her before handing over an appointment card, “I’m Steve, by the way. That’s Robin”

She takes the card with a smile, “Oh! I’m Chrissy, you don’t realize how much this will make my friend’s day. We’ll see you then, it’ll just be you two, right?”

“Yep! See you in a few hours!” Chrissy flashed a bright smile at him then Robin before opening the door and walking away.

He doesn’t even bother looking towards Robin to tell her, “You’ve got it bad”

There’s a loud shriek and then a laugh as Chrissy walks away. She smiles before looking down at her phone to text the good news.

‘Best news of your life right now, four o’clock. Dummy’

‘THANK YOU ❤️🖤’

It’s inching closer and closer to four and Steve isn’t sure if Chrissy just forgot or that her friend decided it wasn’t worth it. Either way, he’s going to clean up now because it’s been a long day and all he wants now is to drink some wine while relaxing on his couch.

He’s listening to Robin vent from across the salon, while cleaning the mirrors. “Despite how pretty she is, if they don’t show up soon I’m closing this place up!”

“It’s not even officially four yet, Robs.” He laughs and turns away from his mirror to clean the chair, “we have like five minutes before we give up on it.”

Robin let’s out a groan, spinning around to point at him with a glare, “It’s Friday night and I have plans, Steven!”

“I hope these plans don’t involve me, Robin. I have to be in here at fucking eight in the morning, I’d like to get at least five hours of sleep” he glares over at her, “the last time we went out and I had to work in the morning, I almost didn’t make it in”

Because of Robin’s loud laughter he nearly misses the door opening, he bounces up with a smile, “hi can I- Chrissy!”

Standing by the front desk is of course, Chrissy along with her is a tall guy with long wild curls standing next to her. He has a pair of sunglasses on and his hands shoved into the leather jacket he has on.

“Hi guys, sorry we didn’t get here sooner there was a crowd and this one couldn’t get passed it withou- ow! Eddie!” She glared at the man, Eddie apparently, and rubbing her arm.

It’s confusing but he’s not going to question it, his relationship with Robin is weird, probably weirder actually. So instead of questioning that he moves closer, “it’s fine, we were just cleaning up real quick. We said just a consult right or did you figure out what you wanted?”

Wordlessly, the two of a conversation right there. Hand movements, head nods and shakes before there’s a bright satisfied smile on Chrissy’s face appears. Eddie looks not upset per-say but definitely like he lost whatever was said in their conversation.

“Yep! He’ll do a trim, but there’s a little problem. You see, someone decided to put gum on his back and-”

Robin’s laughing again while he’s just horrified for Eddie. He can’t help but feel bad for the hair, well, maybe Eddie too. But he hasn’t said a word to them yet, still standing there with his glasses on and now crossing his arms with what looks like a pout on his face. Chrissy’s still talking about the gum and how it’s ruined Eddie’s day and they couldn’t figure out any other way to get it out.

He shakes his head, moving towards his chair and patting it, “well, I can’t figure anything out until you’re sitting in the chair and I get a closer look at the hair”

Eddie looks between the chair and Chrissy, before moving towards him and sitting in the chair. Sunglasses still on his face, a pout very much there as well. Up close, his hair is even more wild than he originally thought. The curls are a mess, that’s clear as he sticks his hand to figure out how much the gum is stuck.

It’s not too terrible, definitely bad but not enough where if he does cut it out, the hair wouldn’t be much different.

There is however, the fact that this guy is clearly not taking proper care of his hair. For as wild as it is, the curls are frizzy and not defined.

“Good news, I could cut the gum out and you’re hair won’t lose too much length or I could also try getting it out using some oil without taking scissors to your hair.”

“And the bad news?”

“You’re not taking proper care of your hair, these curls could be so much more”

He hears Chrissy let out a giggle and Robin’s definitely laughing with her, but his gaze is on Eddie, who’s mouth drops and nearly rips the glasses off to show that his eyes are wide with shock.

Steve can’t help himself, he smiles and lets his own little giggle out.

Eddie looks absolutely ridiculous and Steve might know him, like, at all. But he’s definitely someone he’d like to know eventually, being this dramatic over a little comment? That’s someone worth knowing, he thinks.

———

Ending it there lol.

Wanna know what’s funny? I started this to get out of my writers block and ended up getting it WITH THIS.

So I used wip wednesdays/weekends to push myself along and finally after also talking with @i-less-than-three-you & @strangersteddierthings I’ve decided to make this a two parter! I get to share what I already wrote AND give myself a way to write them actually getting together.

I also wanna shout out @artiststarme for helping me a bit too! They gave me a few suggestions and helped out so thank you to all three of them 🩷 you all are amazing and I love you!!

Tag list! (If you’d like to be added let me know)

@spectrum-spectre @itsfreakingbats @mysticcrownshipper @artiststarme @thereindeerlady @justforthedead89 @ronniescontinuum @freyaforestafay @littlewildflowerkitten @estrellami-1 @gregre369 @zerokrox-blog @bookworm0690 @flustratedcas @carlprocastinator1000 @marvelmwah @solliesolesito @navnae @i-less-than-three-you

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PS: if you made it this far you get to know that the thing with someone not paying until the bill is up to $300 is a true fucking story. There’s a lady that comes into my work (a hair salon btw) and gets away with coming in for a hair wash or color or perms and doesn’t pay! Idk why my boss continues letting her do this but she does 🤷‍♀️

#steddie #steddie fic #implied buckingham #nburkhardt writes #hair salon meet #steve harrington x eddie munson #rockstar Eddie Munson #hair stylist Steve Harrington #platonic stobin #platonic hellcheer #corroded coffin #stranger things fic

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softxsuki · 6 months

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Hi!! Congrats on 1.5k! May I please request 10 troupe with Shinichiro from Tokyo Revengers x fem!reader? Thanks in advance and I hope you have a good day! 💜

1.5k Follower Event Trope 10: Tokyo Revengers

Trope 10: Marriage of Convenience

This event is CLOSED. You can check out the masterlist here.

Pairing: Bonten!Mikey x Fem!Reader

Warning: mentions of killing, bad childhood, stalking, injury, blah

Genre: idek, kinda fluff?

Post-Type: Oneshot (so much for drabbles smh)

Word Count: ...1.1k (oops)

Note: Hey! Thank you so much. So for my tropes, you're only supposed to send in a trope number and fandom name, then I pick which character from that fandom I think it matches with the most! I've also already written one of these for Shinichiro hence why I've written this for Mikey. I hope you still enjoy it though, I love this trope! Also side note: I’ve read like 2 seconds of Bonten Mikey but I felt it fit this trope more SO if this makes no sense, you know why :)

Marriage was the last thing on Mikey’s mind, until your father approached him with a contract that included you and part of the city he owned, in return for protection from Bonten and the chance to make Bonten grow even more powerful. Naturally Mikey agreed, taking little interest in you as a factor, but desiring to see his gang flourish even farther.

As the daughter of a gang leader, your role since birth had been to be used as a means to help your father, ensuring he was always well off. There was not a day when your father thought about you or your own feelings.

You were handed over to Mikey straight away, allowed to pack up the few clothes that you had, along with any other personal items. Meeting with him briefly to sign a few marriage documents, signing away your life, and ultimately leaving one prison and entering a new one–or so you thought.

For the most part Mikey left you alone to do as you please, only giving you a few rules to keep you safe and away from the darker areas of their base where you were staying. But you were given your own room that was nicely decorated, new clothes that fit you perfectly, and the freedom to do as you please within their building. It was more freedom than you’d ever had in your life.

Even though you were trapped in what you thought was a loveless marriage, at least everyone treated you respectfully. Though, Mikey found himself opening up to you in ways he’d never opened up before after all the trauma that he befell in the past. He admired how you carried yourself, standing tall and proud despite being thrown in an unfamiliar place by force, the least he wanted to do was make you comfortable…but why?

He found himself inviting you to the dining room for meals with him, quite enjoying your company even if you ate in silence. Flowers and other gifts were left by your bedroom door, shocking you. Why was he doing this for you, wasn’t this just a marriage of convenience? There was no need for heartfelt gifts and attention like he was giving you.

But Mikey couldn’t help himself, he felt lighter around you as if he could finally breathe again and it was such a relief–a good change from the usual heaviness that clouded over him. He realized you were slowly becoming someone he wanted to keep happy and safe; he wanted to protect you from the cruel world that existed outside those walls, the cruel world he was also a part of.

Mikey kept his feelings to himself, aside from the random gifts he’d leave you and quality time he’d spend with you every now and then. That was until one day you were granted access to wander outside in the city, saying you needed fresh air. Enemy gangs were always keeping a close watch on Bonten headquarters, just looking for any weakness that could cause the huge corporation to plunder, and finally they had one–you.

Word that Mikey had taken a wife spread quickly in the underground world, a potential weakness of the big boss man behind Bonten, everyone was waiting to get their hands on you to bring Mikey crashing down–and that’s exactly what happened.

A few blocks later as you walked peacefully through the cool streets, loving how calming the area was at night and enjoying your new found freedom, that all came crashing down as you felt the presence of someone following you.

At first you thought nothing of it, but every turn you made, they made and when you turned around to glance behind you, they’d stop walking and pretend to be busy with something. You quickened your pace, your heart beating out of your chest at the prospect that you were in danger and needed to get back home quickly. The man noticed this and also fastened his pace, getting closer and closer to you.

You begin running, but you’re not fast enough as a hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you down to the floor.

“Gotcha,” the man grins. “Let’s see how riled up your husband gets when we send your head back to him.”

Fear fully floods you as the man takes out a knife and approaches you with it. He only manages to scrape your cheek though before adrenaline kicks in and you push him back with the strength you didn’t know you had, jumping back to your feet and running full speed back to your home–back to Mikey.

Upon returning back to your home and bursting through the door with blood running down your face, mixed with tears, you ignore the questions of Mikey’s men who were keeping watch by the front door and run to your room.

Urgently, the men report to Mikey who jumps up from his seat and runs to your room, bursting your door open, not caring if you were decent or not.

“What happened?” He demands, closing the distance between you as he approaches your bed where you’re sobbing into your pillow.

When you don’t speak, he sighs and gently takes your hand, pulling you into him. “Let me see,” he softly says, guiding your chin up so he can get a better look at your face, gritting at the cut that had been so close to hitting your eye.

His fingers wipe your tears away and slowly graze over the cut–he was upset. “Who did this?” He hisses. Who would dare place their hands on his wife?

You felt surprisingly relaxed and safe in his arms as he held you close, never once breaking eye contact with him, you had no choice but to fill him in on what happened during your walk.

“I just went out to get some fresh air and take a quick walk, but I noticed someone following me. I tried getting back here before he could catch up to me, but he was too fast. He said,” you gulp, fear once again filling your body as you remember the man's words. “He said he was going to send you my head back.”

Mikey was seething now. Not only had someone harmed you, but they’d also threatened to kill you?

“Sanzu!” He screams, calling his most trustworthy man to enter your room, to which the pink-haired man appears immediately. “Have a few men patrol the area, I want any suspicious men taken in, I don’t care if you bring in everyone, I want him found, whoever it was that did this to my wife,” he grits, holding you tightly to him.

Though anger was bubbling up inside him, he couldn’t help but feel slight relief that you were still alive and safe in his arms. He couldn’t lose you too…

That man would be tracked down and made an example out of. No one would dare try to harm his wife again. This marriage was now real to him and Mikey would do anything to protect it–to protect you.

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Posted: 10/23/2023

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Yandere Alphabet: Chrollo Lucilfer

That man was one of the first villains I ever truly found interesting, just because he himself doesn´t know who he is. That was such a funny thing to me. Like, considering everything he has done, and he doesn´t know the reason for it? I´m so glad, that the Phantom Troupe will be returning in the latest Manga Arc, though I know they won´t make it out of there alive. I always enjoyed seeing them, after they were first introduced to us. So, I simply had to do something for their boss.

Chrollo Lucilfer

He is the head of the spider, the leader of the Phantom Troupe. A man who is a phantom himself. A man who laid his entire self into a group of people. Who holds onto anything that live has for him with a tight grip. Who is so afraid to let go, because then he knows, those things would be lost forever to him. He is taunting, and when he has the chance to be smug he will be as well. He has problems to see you like a person, but oh dear he still loves his treasures so very much.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

There are two very clear ways in which Chrollo will show his affection to you. One of them is loud and acted and the other one is far more quiet and honest. He will shower you in some of the jewellery he stole or anything else that either caught your eye or his. He plays it up for an imaginary audience. The other, more true to him, way to show affection is far more quiet. Sometimes he will read out a poem that reminded him of you, otherwise he will simply seek out your company. Otherwise he makes it clear, that he listens to you every once in a while.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He doesn´t mind killing, because over the years he simply got used to it. It´s nothing special for him, just another thing, that needs to be done. Though he still tends to be quick about it. There is no need for him to spend more time on something insignificant as that as needed. It´s hard to piss him off enough to make it messy and even then he is more likely to just be clean while murdering someone brutally. In the end, he is more likely to play mind games.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

In the first few moments, maybe even days, he would ignore you. He doesn´t do this out of malice, but out of a misguided sense of care and, well let´s call it empathy. He knows, that this is a lot for you, and so he thinks the lack of interaction will help you settle better. Though, there isn´t really any kidnapping happening because he will move into your own space and keep you there with him. He gets a bit petty, when you insult him and tends to give back as good as he gets.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He is a charmer, a born manipulator. Chrollo gives you the illusion of choice over and over again without you even noticing, that it isn´t really choice you can make. He manipulates the situation your in very carefully, as he doesn´t want you to notice this either. He tailors every situation, so that it will fit to his desires, so that his will will prevail.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He doesn´t make himself vulnerable with you. He doesn´t want to be like that with you either. He barely knows himself, so how could he even show you the parts he doesn´t show anyone else either. He doesn´t know. He bases his personality on the people around him. He becomes whatever is needed for the people he holds close to his heart. So, if he had to be honest, he is quite happy never baring his heart and soul to you either. Maybe he doesn´t even have one.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He very quickly grows annoyed with you but still tries to hold back and treat this like a fun game. Though, he will lose his patience with you at some point and show you what he is capable of. He regrets it almost immediately and apologizes to you. Without a moment´s notice the mask of the charming and kind man is firmly back in place.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Though he sometimes thinks that your attempts are kind of funny, he still would like it better if you would stop doing it. He looks at you in those moments, as one would, watching a beloved pet do something stupid over and over again. He knows that there is no real chance that you will be getting away from him. So he thinks of it as being hilarious, but would prefer you settle down with him.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

He can change his personality at the drop of a head. Chrollo is very good at acting. The moment you realize that, a shiver will run down your spine and a chill will settle in your bones, that will never leave again. He makes it clear, that the way he appears to you is decided on a whim of his. There is also the lurking disregard of human life, his or others, that also carries over into his every action, that tends to freak you out.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He can´t imagine any kind of future with you. He carries the beat of death in his heart. And he is satisfied with whatever he already got with you. He reached out to you with open hands, and he managed to catch you as well. At the moment he is content.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He is confident in himself, when it comes to you interacting with other people. He knows, that he is able to twist himself into a personality that is everything you could ever want from him. And he also knows, that he is the only one that can do this to such an extent. So he doesn´t really get jealous, though he still wants to be the centre of your attention, and will do what he can to keep that position.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Chrollo will be as gentle as he can with you. He likes to adore you. Most of the time he tries to act overly sophisticated, while he generally isn´t. Reading you poetry, comparing you to some of his favourite figures in literature, and quoting you some of his favourite lines as well. He acts almost sweet with you

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He is a picture perfect gentleman around you. Polite, careful and attentive. He intrudes into your spaces without really crossing any lines at the same time. The meetings seem coincidental. At least at first. They occur to often to be chance. But because he depicts himself as non-threatening you will let it slide. This is how he gets close. Involving you in several conversations just so, that he can learn more about you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Considering, that he has a habit of basing his entire personality on other people, there is always a mask in place, that he can never get rid off. He feels empty inside. He is the amalgamation of what all the people he ever loved needed from him. And so he becomes what you need from him as well. But over time more and more of his other personality traits will slip in as well.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He goes all quiet when he is angry. It´s a slow anger, that he keeps a tight leash on. It´s something, that is vicious and barely noticeable at the same time. It hardens his face and wipes every emotion out of his face. It makes him cold and cruel. It makes him creative.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

When he moves in with you, no matter what you have to say about it, he also takes control over your life. Well not completely. Only when he is around. He still travels a lot, as he did before. Always on the move. It´s rare, that he demands that you will come with him. He likes it better when you are safe at home, where nothing can really happen to you. When he returns to you though, he craves to be the centre of your attention. He wants you around, and to interact with him. You won´t have single moment truly to yourself, when he is near by.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Chrollo likes to display himself as a patient man. He isn´t really, but because he holds on tightly to this image it makes him quite patient anyway. No one needs to know, that he is clenching his jaw and his body tensing with annoyance. With you, he tries even harder to patient and charming and most of the time he is even quite successful.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He will mourn the loss of you. It feels to him, as if he lost another piece of himself with you. He has laid loving you, adoring you, as an important foundation of his personality. You were something, someone, that he based his personality around again. You were as important to him, as his spider is. And now he lost you. His grief overwhelms him and he doesn´t know what to do. So he throws himself back into being the head of the spider.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He can never regret reaching his hands out for something, that he wants. He knows, that he needs to take what he wants, because the world will never offer it to him for free. There is nothing there that he should regret. He sometimes feels almost melancholic though, when he realizes that you aren´t as carefree as before, that he made you change. That he is the cause behind this change.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He grew up with nothing. Life taught him over and over again that if he wants to have something that he will need to take it. It taught him that if he wants to keep something he will have to fight for it. Over and over again these lessons were drilled into his skull. Over the years he would find peace in his eventual death, because he laid his life into the hands of his spider. It´s strange for him to feel so strongly again.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

It disappoints him to see how you loose your composure that quickly. In the end though he will be far more interested to observe this new facet of you. It makes you appear more human that something like this seems to pull out such a strong reaction from you. Though if he notices that you start to pull back is when he will pull you out of your fit again. No need to loose that shiny personality of your now.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He will invade your space, instead of forcing you to stay in his. There won´t be a chance of him kidnapping you in a traditional sense. Also, he will be well-liked by most of your peers, because he can play of normal and charming young gentleman very well. Another thing that differentiates him is that he will never be able to open up to you. No matter if you try or not.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He has an unfortunate habit to shift his personality to fit better into any situation. He always tries to be the most charming version of him that he can. In the end Chrollo lacks an identity that he can rely on. There is no sense of self that can help him to steady himself. This doesn´t mean that he necessarily easy to shake up, but it´s something that can be achieved. Something that can be exploited to manipulate the situation to your favour.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Chrollo wouldn´t hurt you directly. He has enough self-control to avoid that. But what he will do is threaten everyone you love with a pleasant smile on his lips. He doesn´t care about other people. He doesn´t have the energy for it either. His priority is you. Not whoever you hold dear. He also won´t mind to render them apart if it ensures that you will stay at his side. Or at least won´t act out in an obvious manner.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He is someone that sees you as an immeasurable treasure. He wants you as soon as he sets his eyes on you, and is not willing to change his mind over you either. While he doesn´t outright worship you, he still puts you on a pedestal. After all you make him feel alive. A feeling that he very deeply treasures and will chase after. He tries to be charming at first, and will try to win you over like that.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He doesn´t really pine in the first place. He sees you, recognizes that he wants you, then he takes you. There is no period of time, where he just can´t stop thinking about you. His desire overtakes him quickly and completely. Like it always does. And he has learned early: To get what he wants, he has to take you. Nothing comes for free after all, and while patience is a virtue, there is nothing, that can hold him back.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He would threaten to do this to them. Though he would never actually do it. He makes you aware, that this could be a possibility, without the intention to do it. He likes you. He thinks, that they are interesting. So, why would he break that? Sure, there is some beauty in all the broken things of this world. Doesn´t mean you have to break too. But there is no sense in letting them know that. He likes the fear in your eyes, when he tangles the empty promise over their head.

#yandere #yandere chrollo #yandere kuroro #yandere alphabet #xreader #hunterxhunter #hxh #chrollo lucilfer #kuroro lucilfer #kuroro rushirufuru #Quwrof Wrlccywrlir #yandere headcanon #chrollo headcanons #kuroro headcanons #chrollo x reader #kuroro x reader #yandere hunterxhunter #yandere hxh

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hackedpitabread · 1 year

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Alright alright alright, hear.me.out....can I request...

Moon god reader x poseidon , cause yk the moon and sea troupe. I rest my case😌

I apologize with how long this has taken me, but here it is TwT

Poseidon x Moon god reader

Notes: gender neutral reader

The sea and the moon, a tale almost as old as the world itself. The moon, so far away from the seas, yet it controls the ever changing tides. It would seem to be fate that the two of you would seem drawn to each other.

Poseidon, god of the seas. y/n, god of the moon. Your fates were intertwined, as much as you wanted to deny it at first. He was cold, cocky, seemingly unfeeling, and sometimes downright cruel. You couldn't stand him, well only at first. It seemed fate had chosen to shove the two of you together at any opportunity.

You were walking down the streets of Olympus, tired from guiding the moon all night, when you bumped into someone accidentally.

"I'm so sorry-" You said before you looked up. Seeing the blond god scowling down at you your expression of shock turned into a scowl.

"Apologies." You curtly snipped, bending over to grab the items you had dropped when you bumped into him.

He watched you with slight fascination, no one would ever look at him- let alone talk to him- like that. You were interesting, that was for sure.

As you were collecting your items, he noticed a small jar of bath salts that had rolled out of your view. He bent down to pick it up, but by the time he went to return it to you, you were gone.

You were relieved to have gotten away from him so fast- seriously you though he was going to kill you just from looking at him funny! You hadn't noticed your missing bath salts until you had arrived home, guess you weren't getting those back.

Much to your own dismay however, it wouldn't be long before you saw the tyrant of the seas again. On your very next daily walk back to your abode from guiding the moon, you instantly spotted the same blond haired man from before. The only difference was this time he looked like he was looking for something. You desperately hoped he wouldn't spot you while looking for- whatever he was looking for as you tried to sneak by.

"Hey, moon god." A deep voice rumbled from behind you. Shit. It looks like your luck had run out. You hesitantly looked back at him, his icy eyes seemed to pierce into the deepest parts of your being.

You stood as straight as you could when you fully turned your body to face him, might as well stand proud if he was going to kill you. How ever you were a little confused when he rummaged through his pocket to pull out a small, familiar jar.

"You dropped this yesterday." He said with the same indifferent voice from before as he held out the small jar of bath salts to you.

"O-Oh thank you." You said as you gingerly took the small jar out of his palm. You were extra careful to not touch his palms, but once you had it in your hands you held it close to your chest.

Poseidon simply nodded and walked away, your eyes following him as he left. Why such a powerful god would even bother to return your things was beyond you, but it lightened your opinion of him ever so slightly.

Your relationship would continue to grow over the years, starting out with simple encounters like this one, to visiting each other's homes. You grew closer and closer with every passing day. Eventually, despite his cold demeanor, he confessed his affection affection.

It felt like nothing would ever break the two of you apart. He was the ocean, and you were the moon who held his heart.

#poseidon x reader #snv x reader #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #x reader #i forgot the tags oops

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bwabys-scenarios · 9 months

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Reunited

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

Part 32

Part 31

Part 33

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“Would you like to fight me, (Name)?”

The entire building went silent, a cold chill running down (Name)’s back.

Along with Hisoka’s murderous aura, she could feel Feitan’s begin to turn angry.

“What did you say?”

Feitan stepped closer to Hisoka, pointing the end of his umbrella at his chest.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Feitan. I was asking (Name) a question.”

The man gritted his teeth, sneering at Hisoka. He ignored Feitan and turned his attention to (Name).

“Let me ask this in a way that will let me keep my head. Would you like to spar with me, (Name)? I’m quite bored and I’m sure more than one of the members here would like to see your… skills.”

He grinned down at her like a cat would a mouse, but (Name) didn’t back down. She looked to Chrollo.

“I don’t see why not. She is not a member of the… of our group. But as she is dear to Feitan, I’ll have to include a few… prerequisites to fighting her.”

Hisoka leaned against the wall. “Go on.”

Chrollo approached the three, stepping between Hisoka and Feitan.

“First, you will need to flip a coin to see if you can spar with her. Feitan obviously does not want this, so it will be decided by coin.”

Hisoka produced a coin from his pocket, throwing it to Chrollo.

“You can call it, Feitan.”

Chrollo threw it into the air. “Heads.”

Hisoka closed his eyes, smiling. “Tails.”

The coin landed on Chrollo’s hand, revealing…

“It’s tails.”

Feitan’s grip on (Name)’s arm tightened to the point she felt her wrist snap.

At the feeing of her bones breaking, he pulled his hand back in shock.

“(Name), I-“

She held up her good hand, silencing him, before simply kissing her broken wrist. The sound of bones cracking back into place made him wince.

“It’s alright. Hisoka, let’s go outside.”

Feitan stared as she left, his breath uneven. He couldn’t get the feeling of her bones breaking under his touch out of his head.

‘It broke so easily… I…’

He looked down at his hands. They were capable of so much more than breaking bones, would he hurt her again, just because he couldn’t control his strength?

And if he could hurt her that easily, what would Hisoka do?

Hisoka followed behind the girl, the rest of the Phantom Troupe close behind.

Chrollo placed a hand in Feitan’s back. “Come on. Try not to worry too much. She’s a healer, she’ll be okay.”

Feitan didn’t quite register his words, but followed him outside anyway.

“The second prerequisite is that you cannot kill each other. I don’t think I have to say what would happen if you kill (Name), Hisoka.”

Feitan watched as (Name) handed Shalnark her backpack and hoodie, revealing a sports bra underneath.

“Hold these please! I don’t want to get any blood on that hoodie, it’s brand new.”

Shalnark took her belongings, trying to keep his eyes from glancing down at her ample cleavage.

Feitan didn’t even have the time to ogle (Name)’s state of undress, he was too busy staring down Hisoka.

“Boss. Won’t be able to hold back if he hurts her.”

Chrollo didn’t reply to his black haired friend, but his silence was answer enough.

He wouldn’t be stopping him.

(Name) joined Hisoka in their makeshift ring, stretching a bit.

“I won’t go easy on you like Illumi did.”

He appeared in front of her, grabbing her chin and tilting her head up to look at him.

(Name) didn’t react, only pulling away to continue her stretching.

“Oh, the silent treatment, hmm? I just can’t wait to hear you scream~”

Hisoka walked back over to his side of the ring, looking to chrollo.

“Any other rules?”

The man nodded. “Yes. No nen.”

Hisoka laughed. “So this is a battle of brawn alone? Not using nen won’t make it any easier for her, you know.”

The man was silent, only giving Hisoka an amused look.

“I’m ready.”

(Name) stepped forward, getting into a fighting stance. Hisoka grinned, his eyes going wide.

“Nice posture. I see you’ve improved since Illumi wiped the floor with you.”

Again, she didn’t react. “Are you going to fight, or are you going to keep talking, Hisoka?”

The magician frowned, his eyes narrowing. “I promise you, little girl, you’ll wish you kept me talking.”

He launched forward, reaching his hands out grab at her neck.

But (Name) was faster.

She dodged his attack and sent a kick to the side of his face, sending him flying to the edge of the ring.

Red spurted from his nose as he steadied himself.

“Did she just kick Hisoka in the face? Holy shit!”

Shalnark pulled out his phone and started taking pictures, zooming in on… certain parts of (Name).

“Mmm… this is turning me on.”

Hisoka licked at the blood running from his nose, walking forward with a new sense of caution.

(Name) took a few steps back, her eyes following Hisoka’s every movement.

“Everyone’s always treating me like a baby, so I don’t blame you for underestimating me.”

(Name) blocked a punch meant for her face with her right arm, wincing as she felt her bones crack.

“But being trained by Zoldycks mean I’m not a weakling.”

She used her left arm to swing at him, landing a hit straight in the middle of his chest.

(Name) struggled to not pull back when she felt his ribs breaking. She disliked fighting. (Name) much preferred providing support, but she didn’t want people thinking she was useless.

Hisoka jumped back, coughing up a bit of blood and wiping his mouth.

“You sure can throw a punch, little girl. But I think it’s time I got serious.”

He appeared by her side in a split second, instantly pinning her to the ground. She struggled against his iron grip, thrashing, clawing, and biting.

“Hisoka let go of me before I-“

He slammed his fist into her left leg, shattering the bone. (Name) struggled to hold back a scream, a hoarse gasp of pain leaving her throat.

“Before you what? Can’t you see you’re still the powerless girl you’ve always been? You may have grown stronger, but you’re nothing compared to me.”

He twisted his fist into her wound, finally causing her to let out an anguished scream.

Feitan had to be held back by Chrollo to prevent him from killing Hisoka right then and there. “Patience, Feitan.”

“Ahhh, now that’s all I wanted. You have such a pretty voice, you know. Now…”

He slipped his finger under the hem of her bra, his face getting dangerously close to his.

“What other ways can I make you scream, little girl?”

One moment Hisoka was pinning her down, and the next he was gone, replaced by feitan covering her with her jacket.

“Do you want to die!?”

Feitan had thrown the man out of the ring, his aura filled with bloodlust. No one would be able to control him, not right now.

Now that the match was over, (Name) began healing herself, tears falling from her eyes.

But it wasn’t from the pain.

‘God I’m such a fucking weakling. He was taunting me, if this was a real fight he could have done whatever he wanted to me…’

She shuddered, her breath coming out in pants. Shalnark was at her side soon after, not doing much to hide his own angry aura.

“You did well, (Name). Hisoka is just an overpowered asshole.”

Pakunoda joined Feitan’s side, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Fei. Don’t give him what he wants. He’s provoking you into a fight.”

Feitan growled at the woman, brushing her hand away. “Don’t care, going to kill him.”

(Name) stood up with the help of Shalnark. She may be able to heal herself, but that took a lot of energy. Especially when her bones had been broken beyond repair for a normal person.

She didn’t say anything, just tugged on his sleeve. The man didn’t turn away from Hisoka, but he did start to calm down.

“I’m okay. See?”

She spun around, having to be pulled back to her feet by Shalnark when she fell due to not having enough energy.

Feitan stared at her for a moment before snickering.

“Stupid, sit down. Going to hit your head.”

He took Shalnark’s job of holding her up. Feitan began walking her back inside, ignoring everyone’s eyes on them.

‘Mmm… she has quite a bit of potential. A push in the right direction and…’

He pushed his hair back, his eyes following her every step.

‘She’ll be worthy enough to kill.’

——————

“Fei, are you mad at me?”

She sat right next to him. (Name) struggled to keep herself steady so Feitan had offered his shoulder for her to lean on.

Feitan kept looking down at his hands. She wondered why he hadn’t touched her since they walked inside. Usually, he at least kept a hand in hers or on her waist.

“… not mad.”

She played with his sleeve. “I didn’t mean to worry you, Fei. I just wanted you to see I’m capable and can take care of myself.”

He sighed, leaning his head onto her’s. “Will always worry. Even if you were stronger than me.”

She tried to hide her cheeks heating up by covering her face, but he could tell her temperature was rising.

“Hmm? You like when I worry?”

He poked her cheek as he gave her a mischievous grin. She quickly grabbed his hand and placed it on her cheeks gently.

“No I just… it feels nice to know you care.”

Feitan paused. He did care about her, a lot, but he felt strangely uncomfortable when she mentioned it. A pink hue returned to his cheeks, and Feitan didn’t like that.

“… shouldn’t be nice. Hurt you earlier.”

(Name) glanced down to her wrist. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

Feitan whipped his head around, (Name)’s eyes widening.

“Doesn’t matter if meant to or not, still hurt you.”

He looked distraught, eyebrows furrowed and lips pulled into a frown.

“Fei…”

(Name) placed a hand on his cheek, and although he was upset he couldn’t help but lean in to her touch.

“I know you would never hurt me on purpose. And although you did, it doesn’t mean you have to beat yourself up over it. It happened, you’re sorry, and you’ll never do it again. Right?”

He didn’t answer, looking down at his hands again.

“Fei?”

He shook his head. “Don’t know.”

This didn’t seem to change (Name)’s mind, the girl bringing him closer to her. “I know, though. I trust you Fei.”

‘You really shouldn’t.’

He didn’t say this though. Feitan was weak in her arms, soft. The dark haired man rather enjoyed her gentle touches and reassurance. It made his cold heart beat faster under his ribs.

(Name) soon fell asleep, Feitan letting her lie on his lap. It was late, and Uvogin still showed no signs of turning up.

He’d bring her back home in the morning after their plans had been confirmed. Feitan didn’t want to leave until he was absolutely certain of Uvogin’s fate.

———————

The group gathered around Chrollo near dawn. (Name) still slept soundly on Feitan’s lap, Shalnark sitting next to them.

Phinks sat on the other side, guarding his friend and the woman Feitan loved.

‘There spiders guarding a fly, how ironic.’ Hisoka thought, playing with his deck of cards.

‘I was hoping Feitan would get riled up enough to fight. Mmm, maybe if I try the same thing with Illumi…’

He smirked. ‘Ah, but Illumi would actually attempt to kill me. He wouldn’t be calmed down as easily, and unlike Feitan there are no rules restricting him from harming me.’

Hisoka sighed, leaning back against the window’s ledge.

“Uvogin has not returned.”

Chrollo pushed back his hair, looking down at the ground. He glanced to the sleeping (Name) before continuing.

“It seems our plans will be changing, then.”

Feitan ran his hand over (Name)’s hair as Chrollo talked. She seemed so content with his touch, Phinks watching with the hint of a smile on his face.

‘He seems happy with her. I never thought I’d see the day a woman made him happy.’

Shalnark poked (Name)’s cheek before Feitan slapped his hand away and sent a sharp glare in his direction.

“Don’t, will wake her up.”

Shalnark poured. “Well it’s morning, that’s what I was trying to do. She should probably get home before we start preparing for our plans. Her condo is in a safe area, yeah?”

Feitan nodded. “Good, I’ll come with you and set up a temporary security system. It will make sure nothing happens while we’re busy tonight.”

Feitan wanted to reject his offer, but it made sense. He wanted (Name) to be safe, and he knew Shalnark could provide that extra layer of protection.

“I can put a camera in her shower, if you want.”

Feitan scrunched up his nose in disgust. “Why do that?”

Shalnark blinked and tilted his head. “Wouldn’t you like to see her all lathered up in soap?”

The black haired man tightened his grip on her hair, causing the girl to stir a bit before falling back into her sleep.

“… already seen… things.”

Shalnark’s jaw dropped. “Have you two already gotten frea-“

“No, just saw her after shower. Dropped towel too quick, didn’t notice I saw.”

Shalnark nudged his friend. “Oh Fei, you naughty boy. Snuck a peek?”

The man didn’t respond, continuing to pet the sleeping girl.

“You shouldn’t peek at girls, Fei. Especially ones you actually like.” Phinks said, looking down at his friend in disappointment. Feitan groaned.

“Wasn’t peeking. Asked me to sit while she showered. Got out and asked me to turn around, but dropped her towel while I was still turning.”

The two nodded slowly, glancing at each other. “Uh huh. That’s what they all say, Fei.”

He huffed and stood, holding (Name) in his arms with ease. “The truth. Why lie? She’s asleep, no reason to.”

The girl nuzzled against his chest as he walked, gripping onto his shirt.

“Isn’t that just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” Shalnark asked, following behind Feitan. Phinks decided to tag along as well, having nothing else to do at the moment.

All three of them wanted a distraction from the current reality they were being forced to live. Uvogin might be dead, if not dead severely injured to the point he couldn’t contact them.

Feitan held her a little closer as he walked. She looked so peaceful in his arms. He didn’t know if he deserved to have someone put so much trust in him after the things he’d done.

“… I think she would be a good candidate for Uvogin’s replacement.”

The two twisted their heads to look at Shalnark, who was watching (Name) with an unreadable look.

“We’re not sure if he’s dead yet.”

Feitan glanced back down at the woman sleeping in his grasp. “I don’t approve. Not strong enough.”

“Fei, to be fair she held her own against Hisoka for a good amount of time, even did some damage without using nen. She’s not defenseless.”

“Never said she was. Doesn’t compare to us.”

Shalnark hummed. “Maybe, but with some training I bet she would. Hisoka is interested in her so she has to have some sort of potential.”

(Name) wiggled around, whining in her sleep. “Fei…”

He stopped and readjusted her. “(Name)? You awake?”

“Fei… don’t leave…”

She held onto him tighter as her lip quivered. Feitan pulled her a little closer to his chest.

“Doesn’t like to be alone.” Feitan said as the two gave him a questioning look.

Feitan wasn’t the hugest fan of how close Shalnark lingered around (Name), or how he smiled when she reached out held onto the blonde’s arm.

“Oh dear, she’s captured me!” Shalnark said, halfheartedly pulling at her hand to release him. He didn’t really mind her soft hand holding onto his arm, but Feitan certainly did.

He wrenched her hand away from Shalnark’s and put laid it against her chest.

“Touchy brat.”

Her need for constant physical contact annoyed him, but not because he didn’t like fulfilling it. In fact, sometimes he wish he could have her in his arms at all times. Feitan adored her, even if he would never admit it.

He just hated the fact she may seek physical contact from other sources. Feitan knew he couldn’t always be by her side. Even if she joined the troupe, there were missions he wouldn’t be able to bring her on.

He didn’t want her to join. Not just because he worried about her well being, he was also terrified of her seeing the real him.

With (Name), Feitan was a different man, a softer one. But that wasn’t how he was with other people. He could be cruel, sadistic even. He enjoyed inflicting pain on his victims.

But that didn’t extend to (Name). This cemented in his brain when he’d seen her injure herself to show off her nen and smelled her blood.

He never wanted to see her in such a state ever again. Just watching her fight against Hisoka was torture in and of itself, even if he felt his chest swell with pride when he watched her kick Hisoka right in the face.

“Oh, she’s waking up!”

Feitan stopped walking and watched as she finally opened her eyes. He waited patiently for her to get her bearings before he said anything.

“Taking you home. Almost there.”

The first thing that came out of (Name)’s mouth made the other three wince.

“Did Uvo come home?”

None of them knew how to answer her. They could say he didn’t and they weren’t COMPLETELY sure he was dead, but even they didn’t believe that. Uvogin wasn’t known to be late without contacting at least one person.

“… he did not return. Not sure if he’s alive.”

(Name) stared up at the man as she processed this information. Her face went from confused, to worried, to upset. Tears were starting to pool in her eyes.

“Uvo… didn’t return? But he has to. He’s the strongest.”

Her lip began to quiver as Feitan placed her on her feet. Both Shalnark and Phinks drew closer, the two blondes weak to crying women.

“Don’t cry, (Name), there’s no guarantee either way if he’s dead or alive.”

Shalnark had been trying to cheer her up, but this only turned her tears into a sob.

Feitan shot him a look before grabbing her hand and continuing to walk towards town. Shalnark felt guilty for causing her distress, trying his best to fry her tears with distracting her.

Phinks was obviously uncomfortable with the girl’s sobbing, speed walking until he was a good distance in from of them.

“(Name), you said you like baking right? Why don’t you send me some of your recipes? I’ve been dying to-“

His attempts to distract her weren’t working. She was sniffling, attempting in vain to dry her tears. If Feitan didn’t hate the sight of her in distress, he would find her attempts weirdly cute.

“Sorry… you all were much closer to him.”

Shalnark quickly shook his head. “Never apologize, you shedding tears for him just shows you cared. For us…”

He glanced to Feitan and Phinks, who both looked towards town solemnly.

“For us that means the world. At least someone will cry for him.”

(Name) nodded, dropping Feitan’s hand to dig around in her backpack. She pulled out a sketchbook and started drawing in it. She kept doing this until they reached her apartment.

———-

“What’s she doing?” Shalnark whispered as (Name) doodled away. She sat next to Phinks on the couch, who seemed to desperately want to peek over her shoulder and see what she was doodling.

“Better not to question her. Complete weirdo.” Feitan stated as he watched Shalnark install the security system. Phinks was going to be tasked to distract (Name) while they did it, but she was keeping herself preoccupied, so he simply watched over her.

“She may be a little strange, but weird is stretching it Fei. If anyone’s weird, it’s us.”

After all, they were installing a security system in a lone woman’s house without her consent. Of course it was for her own safety, she could potentially be targeted by their enemies, but it didn’t change that it was a bit creepy.

“Oh, Phinks can you help me cut these out?”

The two glanced over to (Name) as she handed him her sketchbook and strolled over to the kitchen. She pulled a pair of scissors from the drawer and handed them over.

“Might be better if Fei does. His hands are much steadier.”

(Name) glanced his way with a smile. “Fei?”

“Busy. Phinks just do it.”

The blonde scowled, but did as told, how could he say no when (Name) was beaming at him? She’d stopped crying, and he didn’t want her to start again.

(Name) left to go check on the cinnamon rolls she’d put on to bake a few minutes earlier. Shalnark had been very excited to have a pretty lady make breakfast for him, and Feitan had to pull him away to do his job.

“Breakfast is almost ready, boys.”

She walked back over just in time for Phinks to finish.

“Here, I’m done.”

He handed (Name) the objects he’d cut out. The girl smiled down at her hands before clearing her throat.

“These are for each of you.”

In her hands were cutouts of flowers. They looked like paper daisies, all a different size. She handed Phinks one, the man staring down at the object with a mix of confusion and adoration. She’d made these for them?

Both Feitan and Shalnark got one as well, the two seeing there were enough flowers for the entire Phantom Troupe.

“Why flowers?”

Feitan wasn’t questioning because he didn’t want it, in fact he was already thinking of ways to preserve the paper flower like he did with the stuffed animal she’d made him.

“It’s a celebration of life. If it’s true Uvogin is dead…”

She held up another flower, this one the biggest and most detailed. “Then this is something to remember him by. All of you were important to him and will always carry a part of him in your heart. That’s what the flowers represent.”

The three stared at her for a moment. Shalnark was the first to react, his lips forming a frown as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.

For once, Feitan didn’t feel the need to stop this. He loved (Name), but he loved his friends too, and he could see Shalnark had begun to cry.

“You’re too kind, (Name). This is incredibly thoughtful.”

(Name) hugged him back, rubbing soothing circles into his back. “I’m not that kind. It’s the least I could do to celebrate a friend’s life.”

Feitan watched with soft eyes. ‘Too humble. Awfully kind, even to the likes of us.’

The three sat at the kitchen table as (Name) served them cinnamon rolls, milk, and fruit for breakfast. As soon as she was done, she went back to working on another batch.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Shalnark asked. She shrugged.

“I’ll eat after I finish this batch.”

“Why making more?”

She raised an eyebrow in his direction. “It’s for the rest of your friends, of course.”

Shalnark bit into his cinnamon roll and sighed dreamily. “You’d make a really good wife, (Name).”

She stared at the blonde with wide eyes. “W-wife?”

Shalnark sent her a smile. “Yeah, you’re a great cook and an absolute sweetheart. I’m not sure why Feitan hasn’t-“

Before he could finish Feitan grabbed him by the collar and they were out the front door in a flash.

(Name) blinked, looking to Phinks for an explanation.

The blonde shrugged, continuing to eat his breakfast as the sound of arguing could be heard from outside.

The three left a bit later, carrying the cinnamon rolls (Name) had made. Feitan had to gently but sternly convince her to stay home.

“But I don’t wanna be alone…”

She tugged at his sleeve, pouting at him. “You said you wouldn’t leave me all by myself…”

Phinks and Shalnark wanted to scoop her up and take her with them, but knew Feitan was doing the right thing. Their mission tonight was both dangerous, and something that (Name) shouldn’t see.

“Also told you I won’t be free if boss needs me. Be a good girl and stay put, ok?”

He ruffled her hair. “Give you reward when I get back. Call you when I can.”

All three of them tilted their head at Feitan’s mention of a reward.

“Reward? What are you planning, Fei?” Shalnark asked after they left.

The black haired man only smirked as they walked.

“Oh. Fei, you’re not some kind of pervert are y- OW!”

(Name) plopped down onto her couch and watched a movie, deep in thought. ‘That’s the second time he’s mentioned a reward. Weird…’

—————

The day passed by slowly, the girl getting a call at around lunch time. She answered quickly, not checking the Caller ID.

“Hello?”

“(Name), it’s me.”

She brightened immediately. “Kurapika! How are you doing?”

He sighed into the phone. “Alright. Had a… rough night.”

(Name) held a hand to her chest, standing from the couch. “I see… would you like to talk about it?”

Kurapika looked at his phone and bit his lip. “No, I’m sorry, I would just like to hear your voice for a bit. Can you tell me what you’ve been up to?”

“Of course, Kurapika. I’ll talk as much as you want it that helps my sweet boy feel better.”

Again, being called hers made his face go red. He stayed quiet, allowing her to talk endlessly. Kurapika only occasionally spoke up to chime in, or scold her for not being careful.

“Oh, and I saw Hisoka. We fought!”

Kurapika’s entire body froze over, his heart nearly stopping. “You what?”

She paused at the sound of his voice. “Oh um… we sparred. He wanted to see how strong I was, and I had no reason to say no-“

“(Name).”

(Name) went quiet. His voice was low, and honestly she was a bit frightened.

“Never, and I mean never do that again. Hisoka is dangerous, and could kill you as if you were nothing but an ant under his foot.”

She frowned. “Kurapika, you’re my friend, but you’re not the boss of me. I’m not a baby, I can make my own choices.”

“I won’t repeat myself.”

The girl pursed her lips. “And what would you do if I did fight again?”

He was silent for a moment, contemplating.

“I’d kill him.”

(Name)’s eyes went wide, her heart beating faster. Her Kurapika, the sweet boy she’d known for nearly a year now, was threatening to kill someone.

And he was deathly serious, his words cool and firm.

“Kurapika…”

She knew now that she could never tell him about Hisoka breaking several of her bones. She didn’t care for Hisoka, but didn’t want Kurapika fighting him and potentially getting hurt because of her.

“… alright. I won’t.”

The man sighed in relief, resting against the chair he’d been sitting in. “Good.”

He could sense he’d frightened her with his tone, his heart hurting. Kurapika didn’t want her to be scared of him. He didn’t care if others hated or feared him, but her? She was the only person he wanted to never be scared, in fact he wanted her to love him. More than anything.

“I apologize for my tone, (Name). I just… worry about you. You’re always disregarding your safety…”

(Name) pulled a pillow to her chest. “It’s alright, I know you mean well.”

He bit his lip. If anyone had talked to him the way he had, demanding him to not do something, he would have yelled at them. “You’re kind, (Name). Way too kind.”

She groaned. “People keep telling me that today. I don’t think I’m particularly kind, I just do what my heart tells me.”

He laughed into the phone. “I see, my apologies. I’ll keep that in mind.”

He wanted to stay on the phone forever, better yet be right next to her as she talked, but his mission needed to be fulfilled.

And Kurapika’s missions always came first.

“Sorry (Name), but I have to get back to work. I’ll talk with you some other time, alright? Hopefully we’ll be able to meet soon.”

(Name) pouted. “Yeah… I miss you.”

He didn’t like how sad her voice sounded. “… I miss you too.”

‘More than you know.’

The two exchanged goodbyes before they both hung up.

Kurapika held his phone to his chest and stared out the window. It felt much too quiet without the sound of her voice in his ear. He felt his body heat up as he scrolled through their text messages, the love and support she sent to him everyday making his heart soar.

‘The next time I see her, I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back…’

——————

(Name) spent the rest of the day lazing around, snacking, and getting some baking done. She wanted to meet up with Leorio, Gon, and Killua, but they weren’t answering.

She even tried talking with Illumi, but he was busy as well.

It was scary being all alone when she was in such a sensitive state. All she wanted was to see or talk to her friends, but not a single one of them had any time for her.

(Name) decided to do the only think that could calm her down when she was this stressed.

Bake until she passed out.

Cookies, pies, cakes, of different flavors and sizes decorated the counters of her kitchen by her bedtime.

(Name) yawned, climbing into bed. ‘Mmm, I have nothing to do so I guess I’ll turn in early…’

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pinkandpurple360 · 3 months

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Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you’re projecting onto Fizz a lot regarding the whole “he needs to go back to the circus” thing. Like I don’t know you, I don’t know your story, but it’s something that’s not really a part of Fizz’s story at all in canon. He’s moved on. That doesn’t mean he can’t interact with anyone other than Ozzie ever again (some fans make them WAY too codependent). But I don’t think it’s healthy for him/you to dwell on that.

There’s no “right way” to say something as rude and silly as this to somebody, because I have a headcanon or theory about a show that you don’t like, lol? Are you trying to embarrass me into shutting up?

I cant get to the bottom of why the fandom wants to pretend that he isn’t from that place, you want to pretend it never happened and is never mentioned again. Ever. Why? Is he too clean for such a dirty past of poverty? Do you not want to see him have a single positive connection to his past. Or did it all mean nothing and Ozzie fixed it all. Maybe I don’t know your story but could you be running from your past, hiding from the people from it, and projecting onto fizz 🙃/j

Another case of ‘arguing against something I didn’t say’ disease…that’s one thing that infuruates me.

I dont want him to go back to them forever and to leave Asmodeus and move in with them💀 I want him to have conversations with the people who for all intents and purposes, are his family. So we can see what the dynamic was like and how it changed. Hell, even if it’s Cash Buckzos funeral and we see the whole troupe reunited and talking to each other for the event. Then getting into it about who all his money should go to, cause the twins don’t want it, or something. Loonas family/parents also left her. That doesn’t mean we should never see a scene where she meets them and speaks to them.

Just look at these characters from the past. Five jester clowns who look almost exactly like Fizz does now. The difference is their hats have the original logo, fizz has a heart. Hey, maybe he still keeps one of his jester hats with the old logo on it which he keeps hidden away in the back of the wardrobe, gathering dust, but he doesn’t toss it out. Like you seem to think he should. Because not every memory is bad, and that’s ok. Pretending you don’t have a past and don’t have any relatives or memories, that is what’s unhealthy anon.

Isn’t there a part of you that would be interested to see him finally not feel like he’s completely out of place and feel like he’s one of them and they aren’t lost forever like he thought? He keeps saying how much he’s lost, over and over in Oops and his song. And in Mammons, it’s painfully obvious that him losing his entire home family and life in a horrible accident, is what makes him so afraid to “lose” (—it all again) The second life he built. You’re acting like he’s not lost anything. And isn’t even traumatised anymore cause he has Ozzie. Cause uh, lemme tell you that’s not how trauma works.

Wouldnt it be nice. Just once. For there to be a typical family moment where he’s mistaken for and called by one of their names by accident? And he laughs and is happy, because that’s not something that ever happens? He doesn’t feel like he sticks out so much? Heck I ship him with Blitzø and I’d never want for Blitzø to be the one and only person who ever mattered to him back then. That’d be strangely isolating. Acting like he has no past kills his story.

You guys are really…really weird and defensive about me wanting him to talk about his past, look back on it, actually show us him mourning it even. It’s not going to threaten fizzarozzie. Calm down. You’re literally pretending where he grew up, where he was injured, and who raised him from a child isn’t an important part of his story. Only Asmodeus is?? Wtf. That’s actually ridiculous. Do you also never want Barbie or Blitzø to ever ever dare speak of it again? Cause it isnt part of their story?

#helluva boss critical #fizzarolli #the circus topic

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kit-williams · 3 months

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Holding Hands

Male Lead: Eldar!König Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k & Cod AU/Everyone is an elf/eldar Canon Status: ???

Originally I was going to do one for every type, Exodite, Craftworld, Harlequin, and Drukhari but Exodite is literally just him with a dinosaur and Craftworld probably we wouldn't get to hand holding.

@lycheedr3ams I want to thank you for your recent analysis of König that helped me kinda get an idea for him.

As well as @wordstome and @kneelingshadowsalome

You needed some air... it was madness what the corsair had done. The ship was swarming with Fairweather allies and two cabals that only recently went from going at each others throats to working together. Oh by Yaneed it was madness as suddenly the ancient feud had to be forgotten and it made your whole body ache as you couldn't relax at all being around so many Drukhari whom many still looked at you murderously. Then there were the enigmatic harlequin troupe that operated beyond her knowledge as they were in direct contact with their god.

You sigh as you enter the meditation chamber lucky for you... you kept odd hours so no one would miss you for a few hours...

Drukhari Incubus

König opened an eye as he was in the midst of meditation and his instincts screamed for blood which only meant that you were in his presence. His bloodstones had been taken away as per agreement of joining up though he always could make more but that might not be... tasteful. He remembers spying you by the Corsair captain... Price if he remembers right being introduced as one of the ships farseers.

He could taste your distress as you hadn't even noticed him yet. Oh you would be so easily to kill... so easy to wring your frail little neck and make a new bloodstone out of your... no wait I didn't need a soulstone any more. Konig lazily opened his other eye moving to a lounging position as he watched you try your best to relax and enter meditation but failing again and again.

You jump as someone touches you and you normally hold your emotions in check but seeing the Incubi being the one to touch you... you reacted out of a panic. Your cheek pressed into the floor at the behemoth of a Drukhari just chuckled down at you with his reddish hair tied back with bones laced into his hair. Surprisingly his face was scarred and lacking much makeup making his skin slightly pallor minus the smudged remains of eye black around his eyes.

"Jumpy little maus aren't you?" He cooed, "You going to attack me again or be a good girl?"

"Get off of me." You huffed and he did helping you up. The male was nearly eight feet tall and when you saw him in full regalia you remember seeing the mon-keigh astartes helms decorating his armor; even if they were his favorite kills he was still a skilled killer.

You watched as he easily sunk to the ground in a meditative position. "You were distracting me with how high strung you are maus. While delicious, "He can't help but give his sharp toothed grin at you as his icy blue eyes look absolutely predatory, "I came here to meditate and clear my thoughts not be surrounded by anxiety. I would simply just have to take a walk through some slave holds. So why not tell me what is wrong?"

You huffed at that not watching him remove his gloves as you debate and you are suppose to try and be friendlier to them. You swallowed up your misgivings as the Drukhari on board have cleaned up nicely. "Well... some of your kind just make me anxious... given how I suppose your kind always tried to kill me first.... what are you doing." You say noticing how he is slowly wrapping his large hands around one of your own.

"A meditative technique my master taught me. Keep speaking."

"You're not going to inflict pain on me are you?"

"Nein. Not everything is about pain." He says pulling away the cloth from around your hand. You feel his bare fingertips against yours slowly moving down your fingers to your palm. You cant stop the shivering you can swallow up the blush on your face. You should yell at him for this inappropriate hand touching but... "continue what you were saying."

"I'm um... " You swallow again, "nervous and anxious as everyone looks at me like I'm a chew toy or a piece of meat."

He chuckles softly as his bare hands continue to play with your own. "Well you are fraulein. You are a rather young farseer and we can tell." He ignores your huff, "but that doesn't mean we are going to act on it. I certainly wont."

"See you say that but how can I trust you?"

You soon feel a familiar tracing on the palm of your hand as one of his hands pulls away pulling down his collar showing an ugly brand mark against his throat. A mark of khaine, "Shall I swear upon our war god? Shall I swear that my hands should forever bleed? We Incubi are a different breed then our kin... you should know that liebling." He leans in and you lean back ending up on your back with him looming over you with a smile. Your hand entwined with his, "I swear to Khaine that I will not act upon such baser desires and will actually try to get over my... distrust and hatred of you. I mean me touching you is akin to you touching me. A discomfort we both must get over." You glance down at your hand tightly holding his now and neither of you feel like letting go. "Well I am going to nap. I will guard you liebling." He says with a smile as you both return to sitting cross legged and just closing your eyes as you can feel the calmness wash over you... even if you're still holding his hand.

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#fluffuary2024 #fluffuary #konig #konig cod #könig cod #konig x reader #cod mw2 #warhammer 40k #cod au #warhammer 40k au #drukhari #Incubus

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Fluff alphabet for Chrollo, but with the letters in “reading”

Chrollo Fluff Alphabet

notes - ANON YOU READ ME LIKE A BOOK! I have been SIMPING for Chrollo lately, so you are just quenching my thirst rn <3 thank you so much love and dont forget to stay hydrated and well!! sending lots of love and hugs :)

based on this post

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I think we know how romantic this man is. But since I am the writer, I will go further in depth for you. He loves romantic dinners, wine, late night, all that. Going out at night in the rain just to watch it. He would buy you roses and dancing in the kitchen with you. overall, he shows his love VERY romantically and loves you so so much. Even if it's cliche, it makes you overjoyed

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I would say he is more dominant because he is very protective over you. He literally runs the phantom troupe, so he definitely takes the lead as the dominant one always wanting to protect you and be the one you can look up to

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dancing in the rain, sitting by the fireplace and reading, walking late at night, getting dinner, cooking for you, laying in bed with you to just listen to the rain, talking to you until 3 in the morning, reading the bible to you if you want to hear the stories and his takes on them. As you can see, Tonberry has thought about this a lot... :) But overall, he just wants to be by you and doing romantic activities. Just spending time with you is enough <3

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He wants a peaceful future with you. He wants to have a future without killing and having to run and be afraid. He wants a small home with just you and him and wants to know that the rest of his spiders are okay and safe. He wants a future where he doesnt want to worry about anything but what he is going to be doing for the day. He wants a future where you are by his side and you are both smiling. He just wants you both to be happy and safe <3

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You were able to convince Chrollo to take life slow. He was always having to rush in life and worry about everything, but you let him slow down and relax. He was also finally able to do all of the romantic things he wished of doing with someone and that made him very happy. You also are very willing to listen to his past trauma and he will listen to yours, so you both have overcome a lot talking to each other like that

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Love, my love, darling, dear, dearest, lovely, angel, doll

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He is VERY grateful for you. Friends mean everything to him and become family, as we've seen his relationship with the troupe. When you entered his life, you changed something more in him and made him feel loved all over again. He never felt alone, but when he met you, he felt like there was an empty pit inside of him that filled. For that, he is forever grateful and happier than anyone with all that you have done for him <3333

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class1akids · 5 months

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I hate it whenever villains do the "I'm going to make myself a huge and easy to attack target so that I'm defeated easily", time and time again it happens, it's a legit troupe at this point lmao. Hori really could not have made it easier for bakugou and it sucks cause I really wanted to like this "fight".

I mean AFO hasn't done much intelligent stuff in this entire endgame - he's just the punching bag for all the heroes to get their shining moment. His last menacing action was shittalking to Endeavor.

This is the guy, who even though was in a big hurry has let:

Hawks to delay him with chatting and a broken sword

Tokoyami, Mt Lady and Co tick off half his life before he beat them all off-screen

Didn't take Tokoyami's quirk because Mineta?

Engaged IronMight in a prolonged fight and jobbed until All Might listed the entire class

Instead of killing All Might, he waited around to have him snatched out of his hand

Is now wasting time with Bakugou and wants to use all his quirks in a single gambit, that everyone can tell is really stupid.

It seems like a one-shot kind of set-up. He'll make a big explosion and it will literally blow back in his face because Bakugou probably sweated over the whole perimeter on purpose. And then he'll be a creepy baby finally.

I'm tired of AFO and really would like the plot to move away from him. So if he takes himself out next chapter with Bakugou's help, I'll be happy. We know he's not a threat to anyone, so I don't really see much purpose to drag it out. (Unless they want to give us more Yoichi-Kudo-BruceLee (b)romance - I could be on board with that).

#c1a asks #bnha manga leaks #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 408 #I kind of dislike how easy it looks too #ngl #so far other than the AM save I don’t really vibe with this whole thing #and the AM save is also shadowed by the stupidity of the execution of the IronMight plot #so there is that

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Requests & Prompt-List

Requests are closed…

Send in a request on my blog page by clicking the ask button. I love scenario ideas, specific kink or ship ideas, and you can always send a specific prompt number of mine (which are below)! You can also request a specific phrase or wording (like a prompt I don’t have)! Feel free to combine more than one if your feeling extra spicy...

I don’t feel comfortable writing AMAB Male!Readers.

Fandoms I will write for:

ʰᵃʳʳʸ ᵖᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ, ᵐᵃʳᵛᵉˡ, ᶜʳⁱᵐⁱⁿᵃˡ ᵐⁱⁿᵈˢ, ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵒᵐᵉⁿˢ, ˢʰᵉʳˡᵒᶜᵏ ʰᵒˡᵐᵉˢ ⁾ᵃⁿʸ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ⁾, ⁿᵉᵗᶠˡⁱˣ’ˢ ʷᵉᵈⁿᵉˢᵈᵃʸ, ˢᵗᵃʳ ʷᵃʳˢ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ᶠᵒʳ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛⁱˡ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃⁿᵈᵐᵃⁿ, ᵍᵘⁿᵖᵒʷᵈᵉʳ ᵐⁱˡᵏˢʰᵃᵏᵉ, ᵗᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃᵏᵉ, ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰʳᵒⁿᵉˢ, ᵐⁱˢˢ ᵖᵉʳᵉᵍʳⁱⁿᵉ’ˢ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵖᵉᶜᵘˡⁱᵃʳ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ, ᵖᵉᵃᵏʸ ᵇˡⁱⁿᵈᵉʳˢ, ᶠᵃˢᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵘʳⁱᵒᵘˢ, ᵐᵃᵐᵐᵃ ᵐⁱᵃ, ᵃᵇᵇᵒᵗᵗ ᵉˡᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃʳʸ, ʳᵉˢⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ ᵉᵛⁱˡ, ᵏⁱˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵉᵛᵉ, ᵃⁿᵃᵗᵒᵐʸ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˢᶜᵃⁿᵈᵃˡ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵍⁱˡᵈᵉᵈ ᵃᵍᵉ, ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵖᵒᵉᵗˢ ˢᵒᶜⁱᵉᵗʸ, ⁹¹¹, ᵐᵃᵈᵃᵐ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗᵃʳʸ, ᵛⁱᶜᵗᵒʳⁱᵒᵘˢ, ᵏⁿⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵒᵘᵗ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵒˡᵈ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵈ, ᵗʰᵉ ʲᵘʳᵃˢˢⁱᶜ ˢᵃᵍᵃ, ᵒᶜᵉᵃⁿ’ˢ ⁸, ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵘᵖ, ˡᵃʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ ᵛⁱᶜᵗⁱᵐˢ ᵘⁿⁱᵗ, ᶜʳᵘᵉˡˡᵃ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʷⁱᶠᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗ, ᶠˡᵘˣ ᵍᵒᵘʳᵐᵉᵗ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵉᵏᵉᵉᵖᵉʳ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵒʳᵉ.

Don’t be afraid to make a request, just ask (;

Mommy...Masterlist

“You think you can top me?”

“Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts”

“I mean did I expect the prank to go that direction? No. But did it turn out even better that way...? Abso-fucking-lutely.”

One bed troupe

“Shut up and kiss me already”

“My eyes are up here...”

“I didn’t know you were into that...”

“Fuck you.” “That’s what I’m trying to do...”

“Don’t be such a tease”

“Well... I didn’t expect that...”

“What the shit?!”

“Oh my... I’m... uh... speechless..”

“Oh. Ohhhhh.” *intensely blushes*

“They’re wayyy to old for you!!”

“I don’t care. I... I love them/you”

Sex pollen troupe

“Don’t make me ask again”

“Count.”

“I swear to god I’ll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can’t walk…”

“Then why are you such a constant asshole?!”

“You know what, fuck it.”

“Stop doing that.”

“Like my name that much, do you…? Moan it then… Moan my name, [insert pet-name]…”

Forbidden romance/love troupe

“I dare you to kiss/snog the person you’d want to fuck the most in this group.”

“What do you want?”

“Darling… you sound sinfully delicious…”

“I swear to god, if you don’t let up right now.”

“Try me.”

“Fuck off” “What, on you?”

“What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve had about them/me?”

Enemies to lovers troupe

“Don’t do that... Let me see you.”

“Is that what’s been bothering you? Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.”

“Fuck. You did not just do that.”

“I’d fuck you.”

Best Friend’s Mom troupe

“I never thought someone would like my [...]”

“Kiss my ass. I’m not kidding, get down and fucking kiss my ass.”

“Right here? Really?...”

“It’s all gonna be alright, my love.”

“I fucking hate you! I fucking hate that I love you!”

“Kneel.”

“That’s right, grind down on me…”

“I’d die for you.”

“Wanna bet on it?”

“You did not just cum...”

“Watch your mouth...”

“You look so good when you beg...”

A/B/O verse (omegaverse troupe)

“Why not right here on the counter?”

“Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

“Shit, right there Daddy, please!! … Uhh… I… I didn’t mean that…!”

“You can call me Mommy/Daddy if you want too…”

“No… please god… not here… your killing me…”

“Beg me. Go on…”

“Quick. Kiss me.”

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room on the lips.”

“You… find this attractive?”

“You broke the rules…”

“I won’t stop loving you…”

“I might do something I’ll regret…”

“I’m… I’m afraid I might hurt/break you…”

“You want me to step on you…?”

“I thought the prettiest thing about you was your laugh; I was wrong, it’s your moans…”

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crusty-chronicles · 11 months

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The Moon and Sun (Big Sib Reader x Gon/Killua)

Ch 7: Reminiscing Around the Campfire

Synopsis: After finding out a bit more about Kite, you and the boys decide to stick with him for a bit. Doesn't mean you won't give the man shit for punching your kids. (Although there is something about him that puts you at ease)

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You were trying so damn hard not to lose control of your aura. Your fists were clenching and unclenching as you struggled to keep your cool.

But the audacity of this man to ask if you all were okay, after being the one to attack first, was making it very difficult.

He stiffened slightly at your previous tone, but approached to meet you halfway nonetheless. Your anger was palpable through the air.

Not a good sign for him.

"HEY ASSHOLE! IS IT A POLICY OR PREFERENCE TO SHOOT AT KIDS!!!"

Your pointer was jabbed against his chest as you shouted. You could feel the calm from his aura fade into nervousness.

He held his hands up in mock surrender.

"Can I explain before you continue berating me?" His voice came out slightly muffled due to his cloak slightly obscuring his face.

Your anger only flared up.

"Fuck your explanation! What I want is an apology!!! You almost killed my kid, you ass!!!!"

The man before you tossed his cloak to the side, figuring it'd be easier to talk to you this way. See eye to eye so you knew his intentions weren't malicious.

Apparently, you couldn't care less at the moment.

"Look I-"

You cut him off as soon as he started.

"We just went through hell and back with several murderers, an insane beefy convict, and some other creep from the Phantom Troupe, just to be shot at!!!!!?!??"

The boys behind you were watching as you cussed him out, ears fully uncovered as your tone rose.

"WE ALMOST DIED SEVERAL TIMES JUST TO GET HERE FOR-!!!!" You stopped yourself upon realizing something.

This man had long silver locks. Gon did not.

Hang on a fucking second.

HANG ON A SECOND!!!!

You grabbed the man by the back of his neck and maneuvered his face down to Gon's level.

"IS THIS DING DONG EVEN YOUR FATHER!!?!??"

The clown made from the stranger's nen started cackling.

"Gonna let them manhandle you like that?"

"Shut up," he hissed back at it, your grip unwavering and surprisingly strong.

Gon looked up shakily at the man. His excited aura now defeated and the hopeful look in his eye gone.

"It's not Ging."

Poor kid.

But you were even more pissed now.

You released the stranger, letting him stand straight so you could continue chewing him out.

"WE ALMOST DIED FOR SOMEONE WHO'S NOT EVEN HERE!!!"

You know what, fuck Ging too for once again misleading his son. You don't know why you thought it'd be different this time.

And it seems your frustration was shared with one of the boys.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT!?!" The small assassin shouted.

If that man had shot you....

If you hadn't been fast enough to get to Gon....

If either of you had been injured, there's no telling what he would've done.

Maybe you didn't want an explanation, but damnit if all three of you weren't owed one.

"Tell us! First you knock us down, then you start firing at us!!!! Quit messing around!!!"

You took a step backwards, as if to shield them again should anything happen. The stranger, however, took a step forwards.

"Messing around? Quite the opposite."

Your eyes focused in on him, trying to find any ounce of malice. There was none. Just slight uneasiness.

"If I hadn't opened fire, all three of you would have been attacked."

Your anger had subsided temporary.

A good sign. Maybe now you would listen to reason.

The boy several feet behind you though, was still very much pissed.

"YEAH BY WHAT!?!? THAT STUPID ANT YOU SHOT!?!?" Killua went to step on the still twitching bug before its torso leapt up.

With mandibles like daggers, it sank into his flesh causing Killua to let out a screech of pain. You tensed up as the stranger whizzed past you at an alarming speed.

"You fool!" He went to knock Killua down again.

But his fist made contact with a very different surface.

Your palm, which was now closed tightly around his hand. There was a small aftershock from the force, your arm unwavering from the pressure.

He didn't see you move. Didn't even feel you until you were right there. He didn't hear your steps either.

You had a small frown on your face, but other than that, there were no indicators of your current emotion.

But there was a flicker in your aura. A very exhausted and disappointed flicker.

Then he saw your eyes.

They were so cold and unforgiving. The dark circles under them only adding to the intensity of your glare.

"That was strike two."

Such a powerful resolve behind those cold eyes. It let him know you would not back down next time. You would kill him over these kids if you thought necessary for their safety.

Like a bear protecting it's cubs.

The irony would have been funny if your grip on his fist wasn't so strong. Had he known you weren't actually a fighter, maybe he would have given more push back.

But for now, your resolve had earned his respect.

"Ahhh! Y/n, help me!!!" Killua was pulling with everything he had to try and pry the head of the ant off.

Immediately your hard gaze had softened and you focused all your attention on him. Your firm grip on the stranger's hand was gone.

In less than a second you were kneeled down next to Killua. A very different demeanor than what you had just displayed.

"It's gonna be okay, kid. It's gonna be okay. Just let me-"

"But it hurts!"

Technically, you could kill bugs. They weren't people. And you said you wouldn't let anything happen to your boys.

"Stay still for a sec, just for a second."

Killua stilled as best he could. It would hurt like hell, but you really didn't have a better option. Your thumb and pointer closed around the insect's head. With a small amount of nen, you yanked the bug from his flesh.

He gripped your arm, trying to find a small comfort through the pain. The insect in question was tossed to the side. You briefly glanced down at his leg.

A mistake.

Blood trickled down a sizable wound. The crimson liquid was too close to your line of vision.

You shook slightly, a queazy feeling settling in your stomach. The last thing you wanted was to show weaknesses at a time like this, but you just couldn't stop the trembling of your body.

Killua took notice and quickly did his best to cover the wound.

"Hey, don't look. Okay?" The reaction from the last time you saw blood still fresh in his mind. You'd never looked so scared. And it was happening again.

Gon finally broke from his stunned trance as your breathing quickened. He jumped up immediately and covered your eyes with his hands.

"Don't look at it. Pretend it's not there. Try to think of something else." He did his best to distract you. It seemed to help, your trembling form relaxing little by little.

The man looked on at the three of you, at last understanding. You were deathly protective of those you cared about and yet... you were vulnerable with them as well.

A very interesting bunch.

Deciding he already wasn't in your good graces, he made sure to properly dispose of the Chimera Ant. A resounding shot heard throughout the area.

You gently removed Gon's hands from your face to glare at him. Your anger was slowly rising again, distracting you from your panic.

"That was no ordinary ant." His tone was softer, trying not to agitate you further.

"It's a Chimera Ant," he continued.

Your face scrunched up in confusion. Chimera Ant?

"A what?" Killua asked.

"An aggressive, carnivorous insect that's been designated quarantine level one. They even attack humans from time to time." He addressed Killua.

That explained the blood, but not why he just attacked without any warning.

"You three didn't realize it, but you were standing right in front of their nest. If I hadn't fired the moment I did, an army of Chimera Ants would have consumed you all by now."

You let out a tired groan.

"Then you should've said something you ding dong. You had a solid two minutes to shout something. Maybe a 'Don't step forward or you'll die.' Anything really. You didn't have to sit there until last second."

You stood up, only barely reaching the stranger's shoulders. He eyed you cautiously.

"I doubt you would have reacted fast enough."

"I outran you, didn't I?" You weren't gonna stop giving this guy shit until he apologized.

He let out a tired sigh of his own before kneeling down next to Killua. You sent him a warning glare, and failed to notice Gon's feeling of familiarity.

"Don't worry. It's not as serious as your friend made it out to be." He pulled out a small bottle of some kind. "It's antiseptic, use it."

So maybe he had a heart after all, but you wouldn't let him off the hook that easily.

You were startled by the clown as it spoke.

"What!?!? Gimme a break, is that it!?!? Come on! Let's go wild man!!!"

You were gonna break that thing if it kept talking.

"Ugh, shut up and go away already." The man grumbled as he unsummoned his ability. He stood back up to his full height.

"You three should leave as well."

"Not without an apology." Your hard glare was back.

"You're still on about that? I thought I explained-"

"And I thought I told you screw your explanation. You could have killed my kids with your recklessness!"

"Reckless? What's reckless is showing up in an area you're completely unfamiliar with." Even as your tone rose, he still kept his calm demeanor. Not yet angry with you, but becoming somewhat annoyed with your persistence.

"What did you want us to do? Pull out a nature's encyclopedia from my ass and identify the greenery?" You followed him as he tried to walk away. He paused and turned to face you.

Was that embarrassment in his aura?

"Look, I'll concede. I shouldn't have opened fire without a warning. But you should've been a hell of a lot more careful. If you really care so much about those boys, you'd have been vigilant about your surroundings."

It always sucked when the other person had a point. But you were still very new to this. You weren't used to the suddenness of the real world anymore. A flaw that had to be corrected immediately.

"Yeah, I get that. I was just expecting something else to happen is all." You expected Ging, not whoever this man was, and sure as hell not those ants.

You'd mumbled your words, not expecting them to be heard. But they were, he just chose not to comment on them.

You let him go this time, listening to his rambling as he went.

"Damnit. Now I'll have to start over from the beginning. At least the nest was destroyed. Damnit, and now I've got this pointless kill to my credit."

That phrase caused Gon to let out a noise of shock. You and the man turned around quickly to see what was the matter. Little by little, recognition filled his features.

"Hey, are you....Back when I was younger, are you the one who saved me?"

Your eyebrows scrunched up. This was news to you.

"Wait, when?" The stranger questioned.

"On Whale Island. I'd stumbled onto a foxbear with her cub in the forest." Gon answered.

The man looked over to you. A bear and it's cubs. Definitely a familiar sight.

"Whale Island?" There was a spark of recognition now in his aura.

"Remember," Gon tried again. "You said you had a pointless kill to your credit because of what I did."

A small smile made its way onto the stranger's face.

"Oh yeah, I remember. I never thought I'd run into you again here. You sure have grown up, Gon."

You and Killua gasped out in surprise. So they have met before. Just what the hell was going on here?

"But how do you know my name?!?!?"

"I heard it from your dad: Ging."

He knew Ging, too? So was this meeting set up on purpose like the one with Razor?

"So you know Ging, old man?" Gon asked.

You let out an amused huff as the man became flustered.

"Old ma-" He cut himself off with a small grumble and readjusted his hat.

You lightly bonked Gon on his head.

"Manners, kid." You already set enough of a bad example earlier.

"Don't be rude, even though he does kinda deserve it. Besides, he doesn't look all that older than me." Maybe mid to late 20's if you had to guess.

He gave you a greatfull look before deciding to introduce himself.

"My name is Kite. And yeah, I know Ging. He was actually my master."

All three of you were extremely surprised by the sudden revelation.

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By sundown, the four of you had made a makeshift camp to talk. There was a small campfire with several fish cooking on top. (One of which you didn't want, still very petty about earlier and Kite having been the one to catch them.)

Kite sat on one end of the fire while you and the boys sat on the other. Two small slabs of stone were used as seats for Gon and Killua. You opted to sit on the ground between them.

"So, the three of you are Pro Hunters too. Is that right?" Kite questioned.

"Well, me and Killua are. Y/n is just really good with nen," Gon answered.

You looked down, trying to hide your small smile.

"Are you one, sir?" Gon continued, remembering to use his manners. God you were so proud right now.

"Just call me Kite. You're my master's son, so don't be so formal."

Gon looked up at you. You nodded your head. To be fair, you did just mean for him to be respectful, not all proper like. But it was sweet how he took it so literally.

"Okay! So you're one too, Kite?"

"I am. Master Ging's the one who made me a first-class Hunter. He was my teacher and my benefactor." Kite said all this with something fond in his eye. His calm aura shifting into something softer.

"See, if I had never met Ging, I'd be dead now. Rotting in the back alley of a slum probably."

For the first time that day, Kite had been the cause of your softening gaze. The frustration completely diminished. Now from your aura, he could read sympathy.

"You were an orphan." You said it like a statement rather than a question. But your tone wasn't harsh like it had been. You felt eyes on you, probably wondering what had caused your shift in mood.

"Something like that," He responded.

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Kite went on to tell the story about how he met Ging. It was a little funny, if you were being honest. Trying to survive day to day and coming back to your hideout, only to see some stranger crashing there. Only for said stranger to say your living conditions were 'so cool' with all the animals around.

It definitely tickled your funny bone.

Gon, however, was less amused by the story and a little more disappointed. He was probably expecting something cooler or maybe something with a little more context.

"That was it? That's how you met Ging?"

Kite only smiled back at him.

"Yeah." He paused as if in thought, then spoke again.

"Ging told me once that every single Hunter is well liked by animals."

"That so, Cinderella?" Your brow quirked up in a teasing way as Killua laughed at your quip. From your left, Gon nudged your side with a 'be nice.'

Kite sputtered over his words for a second, not expecting your playful remark. Unawares it was just your way of warming up to him. He continued on with his story, albeit a little embarrassed now.

"He also told me I had potential, so that piqued my interest."

"So you were his student?" Killua asked, making sure he was following correctly.

"Once I forced him to teach me. He's not very fond of anything that causes him too much hassle, so I was never his student in any official capacity."

Sounds like Ging really is an ass. Did he leave Gon because he thought of him as a hassle?

"But I suppose I can be a little stubborn, like your friend over there," Kite gestured to you. You gave a small protest of 'hey' before he continued on.

"So I just hounded him 'til he caved. A while after that, I started to develop my nen and he started teaching me how to hunt."

Kite got up to pass the boys each a cooked fish, continuing his story as he went.

"As a result, I passed the Hunter Exam without much trouble. But Master Ging still wasn't satisfied."

You shook your head when he got to you, not reacting out of spite this time, but because you genuinely weren't hungry. He frowned, but didn't push.

You would, however, take whatever drink he had in that kettle.

"There was another hurdle he wanted me to clear. Can you guess that hurdle was?" His question was directed at Gon.

But you had a pretty good feeling about what it was anyway.

"I think I might know." Gon was excited, but there was some anticipation there too.

"Yeah?" Kite encouraged.

"No, I definitely know. If I know Ging, he probably told you.... That he wants you to try and catch him." There was so much conviction in his eyes that it left no room for doubt.

"Right, That's it exactly."

Gon cheered at the response.

"I knew it! I thought that was it!"

Both of them seemed enthralled in their own little world as they talked about Ging. You'd never seen Gon this excited and talkative before. Never seen him this happy. Your little sun was finally shinning.

Maybe you were still pissed Ging had blown off his son once again, but a (not so) small selfish part of you was grateful this journey got to last a little longer. And if you were careful enough, you might just be as happy as that kid one day.

You tuned back into their conversation at a good time.

"The fact that I went to Whale Island, or the fact that I met you there, none of that seemed to surprise him." Kite noted.

"It was almost as if he'd expected it."

You let out a huff. Ging was either a clever bastard, or just plain lucky things had worked out that way.

"Looking back now, I think everything that's happened has gone according to Ging's plan."

Gon was practically shaking with joy at that.

"You're saying he set all this up?" Killua finally spoke.

"Well I can't prove it," Kite admitted.

A beat of silence. And then-

"You may be right." Gon's voice was soft. Like he was putting the pieces together for a bigger narrative.

"Razor was there waiting for me. Dwun and List, too."

You shivered at the mention of the ex-convict. You never would forgive him for breaking your leg or the events that led up to it.

"Razor, and Dwun?" Your words from before rang in Kite's head. What was it you said? An insane beefy ex-convict? That checked out.

"Yeah," Killua confirmed. "It was in a game called Greed Island, but it's kind of a long story."

"Dodgeball, bombers, and cards. That's about it," you simplified.

"Bombers???" It might've been the first time you've given someone else whiplash.

You shrugged your shoulders with a teasing grin.

"Now that one is a long story. But yeah, bombers."

Gon nudged your side again.

"Fine, I'll stop messing with him. Only because you asked me to, munchkin."

Content by your response, Gon continued on with his explanation.

"We got inside the game, and Razor told me he was waiting for me. Ging told him to."

He also said not to hold back on a 12 year old boy, but yeah, waiting is one way to put it.

"Ging created Greed Island with 10 of his close friends. Dwun and List were two of them. Those three were all there. Just waiting for me.

"When I learned that, I realized something. If that was Ging's big plan all along, for me to go there and meet his friends... Then I wonder if meeting all the others, people like Bisky and everybody else, well that might've been part of his plan too, right?"

Weeellll, he probably wanted Gon to find a good mentor for training. There's no way in hell he could have planned all the other chaos.

"If that's really the case, then it's also possible that Ging wanted you to meet Kite here so he helped to make it happen." Killua speculated.

"Think so?"

"It'd make sense for him to set this up. I mean why leave you that clue if it didn't lead you somewhere important," You reassured. You believed this was all a coincidence, truly, but it didn't hurt to build up the kid a little more. Plus you really didn't want to be the one to ruin his happy mood.

You glanced over to Kite who looked deep in thought. Seems he was also trying to put together the pieces Ging left behind.

"Hey, that's right!" Gon exclaimed. Kite gave a hum to show he was listening.

"You must have spent time on Greed Island at some point, haven't you?"

"Me?" The man in question pointed at himself.

"Yeah! And when you went, did you register under the name of Nigg?" There was once again a hopeful look in Gon's eye.

"Nigg? No I don't recall that name....Wait. I do remember Ging taking me inside a game a while back. Now that you mention it."

You bit back your remark of 'We've been talking about a game for the past hour and you just now remembered.' He was a little ditzy, wasn't he?

"I knew it!" Gon celebrated.

"Greed Island? Yes, I believe that's what it was called. But I can't remember if I used an alias." Okay, very ditzy. But to be fair it was getting late, you'd have a hard time remembering things too if it weren't for that Angel's Breath.

Having finally put the pieces together, Gon's aura was relieved and still very happy.

"Damnit! He got me good!"

"Language!" You scolded.

You felt a harsh thump on the back of your head. You turned fast to glare at the small assassin.

"What was that for!?!?"

"You can't get after Gon for his language with the things you were saying earlier!!!"

"I'm an adult, you're both tater tots! And besides," you grabbed the side of Killua's head and covered his ears with your hands.

"WHEN I TELL YOU TO COVER YOUR EARS, YOU DO IT, YOU LITTLE FIBBER!!! IF YOU PICK UP ON MY BAD LANGUAGE THEN WHAT KIND OF BIG SIB WOULD THAT MAKE ME!!!!" You shook him slightly during your dramatics.

"But damnit isn't nearly as bad as fuc-" Gon tried to defend before getting cut off by your shocked gasp.

"GON FREECS! DON'T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE!!!!"

You shook your head in disbelief. God, you were failing terribly at this older role model thing.

"DON'T YOU DARE! AND IN FRONT OF COMPANY TOO???" You gestured across at Kite who was very amused by your antics.

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By now the boys were stuffed and conversing happily, the discussion still revolving around Greed Island. You were just glad the first day in the real world had ended on a high note. It was nice for a change.

No fighting. No training. No worrying.

Just peace.

Maybe things would be okay after all.

"So the real reason that Greed Island was created was to provide the boys with the type of training they needed?" Kite seemed unsure about that part.

"No, it was only for Gon really." Killua clarified. "I've pretty much been along for the ride the whole time. Y/n just recently joined us from the game."

You took a swig from the small thermos and nodded your head.

"But that might've been part of Ging's plan too, dont'cha think?" Gon asked.

"Even me!?!? Not likely," Killua dismissed.

"Your dad's a wizard if he planned for you to meet me. He probably expected you to make friends along the way. Just not the exact ones you'd make." You explained.

There was no way in hell anybody could have predicted for you to meet those boys. Even you, yourself were still shocked you'd actually left Greed Island.

"But it appears that all of us meeting here was no mere coincidence." Kite did have a point about that.

Ging was proving to be one crafty bastard.

"Yeah, I agree," Killua spoke up. "There's got to be some deeper meaning to all this."

"Like what?" Gon asked.

"Like... Razor waited inside the game so he could help make you stronger. And if that's the case, then it would make sense that Ging has some role for Kite to play too."

"A role, huh?" Kite murmured.

"Maybe a mentor," You guessed. It seemed like a Ging thing to do. Dump his son on someone else while he was god knows where.

Kite's eyes met yours.

"Aren't you their mentor?"

You smirked something crooked.

"Hell no! I'm more of the help than I am mentor. Too much responsibility. Besides, you're a decent fit."

You could feel his aura shit into something embarrassed.

"Decent fit?"

"Yeah, you found Gon's dad, didn't you? From what I hear, he's the best of the best. And if you were able to find the best of the best, well that certainly says a lot, doesn't it?" Ewww, since when were you so nice????

Since when did you ask for help?

"Ging must have trusted you with the remainder of Gon's training. Or at least felt you were capable of doing so. He did send us your way, after all."

Either that or Ging was just a dick. And even though you highly suspected the latter, it'd do nobody any good to voice that opinion.

"You really think so, Y/n?" Gon was looking up at you unsure, but there was a spark of hope in his eye.

"I think they're right about this, Gon. Why else would Ging send us here?" Killua backed up.

You waited for Kite's response. He'd gone a little quiet at your suggestion.

"...Hey, Gon?"

The boy hummed to show he was listening.

"Want me to tell you where Ging is right now?"

It was a trick question, you could tell from a mile away. But if you knew Gon, there was no way in hell he would take Kite up on his offer. Gon wanted to find his dad with the skills he had and the clues he found.

"No thanks. I'll find him myself."

Atta boy.

You weren't the only one pleased by his response.

"That's a good answer," Kite said with a small smile.

And that surge of happiness once again consumed Gon's aura.

"So anyway, tell me all about Ging! I wanna hear every story that you've got about him!"

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Every story, every little detail about his father, had Gon on the edge of his seat. And even though the other boy wasn't as enthusiastic, he was very much interested in the tales of Ging and Kite.

And a small part of you was too. You wanted to get a good read on his character. Figure out if maybe you were being too harsh on him, or if you were justified in your assumptions. Of course, you knew what you would hear would be sweet. Ging had a special place in Kite's life, so everything said was in a positive light.

But you supposed the same could be said about you depending on who was being asked.

Apparently, Ging was as good as a triple star hunter. And there weren't many of those. [REDACTED] was one of those.

You shook off the negative feeling. You were gonna have a good night and nothing was gonna prevent that from happening.

You'd felt the last flicker from Killua's aura as he drifted off. Gon had dozed off a little earlier, leaving you with Kite.

It was a tiny bit awkward. You never were much of a conversationalist. You were used to talking when necessary. (Or whenever you had gotten pissed) With the kids, it was a little easier. When you had nothing to say, they'd always add something that recharged the conversation.

Even talking with Bisky had been hard. You trusted her judgement, but when it came to non-nen related topics, you just struggled.

And that's where you currently were right now. Trying to find something to say to fill the silence. You didn't quite trust Kite yet.

But it had more to do with who you were as a person rather than him.

From what you could tell, he wasn't all bad. He'd fed your kids and entertained Gon's whims. He kept his cool while you were blowing a fuse earlier.

But it seems he was in the same place as you. Struggling to find something to say.

"...Sooo?" You broke the ice first. Unease settling in your stomach.

He nodded at you to show he was listening.

"In your personal opinion...Is Ging Freecs genuinely a good person?" Your words caused his eyes to widden, confusion radiating from his aura.

"Why do you ask?"

You briefly glanced over at Gon's sleeping form.

"I just don't want Gon to be disappointed if he turns out to be a jerk. And I kinda want to know what to expect." You didn't want to be caught off guard like this time.

Some silence passed as Kite thought of a response.

"He's a stubborn one. And he's very blunt with what he says. Good or bad, he says what's on his mind. There's also his tendency to flake out on people." There was a teasing glint in his eye.

"But despite it all, Ging cares about those close to him. Even if he doesn't show it...Ging isn't the best to get along with, but I don't think that makes him a bad person. Do you?"

You weren't exactly the best judge of character, hence why you asked for an honest opinion. But if you had to say based on that...

"An emotionally constipated ass, got it."

A snort caught your attention.

"Yeah, that about sums him up." The tension suddenly wasn't as thick as before. But before long it was silent again.

"You aren't mad anymore." It was an honest observation from Kite.

"No. Just don't punch my brothers anymore and we can call it even." A slip of the tongue that you didn't catch. Perhaps it was getting a little too late for you.

The male in front of you didn't comment on it. But he sure as hell noticed it.

"Force of habit. Ging was very thorough with his teachings. I'll leave punishments up to you from now on."

"Bold of you to assume my boys have done anything wrong in their lives."

One look and he knew you'd die on that hill. You really did care about them, didn't you?

"GRRRR!"

The both of you startled at the loud noise, only to realize it came from your own stomach.

You tried to suck it in to prevent the loud noise from escaping, not wanting to wake up Gon or Killua. You looked up embarrassed when the noise had stopped.

"You're hungry."

"No I'm not!"

He gestured towards your stomach.

"We both just heard that."

"I didn't hear a damn thing."

"GRRRRRRRRRRR!"

"Shutupshutupshutup," you hissed trying to regain control of your stomach.

"I can see if I have something for you." Kite offered.

Your head snapped up.

"I'm not hungry."

You were a stubborn one, too.

"Pretend I didn't hear your stomach growl, I can still tell you're lying when you say that."

You pouted like a child.

"Lies, you can't prove it."

"I can see deceit in your aura as we speak."

That caught your attention quickly.

You'd stilled and looked at him with wide eyes. Could he really.....

"You can see...my aura?" It had been so very long since you've met someone who could see auras. You knew Bisky could somewhat sense them, but to actually be able to see them.....

To have someone see yours after all these years, you felt a little exposed. But not uncomfortable. It felt a little personal and familiar to have somebody who'd been reading you the same way you read them.

It was something that gartered trust both ways. A trust you were starting to give.

"Yes?" Kite's voice was unsure. Most likely due to your sudden shift in mood.

"That's... nice." Your voice was tired, even though you were so alert.

"You don't sound all that happy about it."

"It's just gonna take some time to get used to. It's been a little over a decade since I've had someone be able to see me." Seems you were feeling a little loose lipped tonight.

"You know, only extremely skilled hunters can see auras. Ging would do it to me all the time. I could never get away with anything."

You appreciated Kite's openness. It made you be a little more open too.

"You're telling me. I could never lie without getting caught. Even if it was something small like if I made my bed. But lying was one thing. Hiding how you feel, that's another."

"An issue of privacy, right?"

"Something like that." You responded.

And at the worst possible time-

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

You were beyond embarrassed now. Kite tried to hide his smile from you, finding the situation a little amusing.

He rummaged around his backpack, hands finding something that might satiate your hunger for now.

"Here." He tossed you something in silver wrapping.

You eyed him cautiously.

"It's a candy bar. Not the best, but it's what we've got that the moment."

Candy bar?

C A N D Y B A R

It was almost comical the way your eyes lit up. Like a kid opening up a present. Your excitement increased as you took off the wrapper. And as you bit into the bar, all that radiated from you was pure content. You noticed his staring and beamed.

"So what's up bestie?" Your words were muffled from your stuffed mouth.

You'd successfully earned a laugh from him.

You were cute when you were happy.

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You awoke surrounded by the scent of pine needles and something a little stronger. Almost artificially sweet. Cologne perhaps?

Wait a minute.

You opened your eyes groggily and adjusted to the sudden brightness. With your brain still half asleep, you barley registered the slight weight on your shoulders. You were also surprisingly warm.

You stood up, still not quite sure where the pleasant scent was coming from. It wasn't until you felt the weight start to slip off your shoulders and pulled it back up did you realize.

This was a cloak.

A very familiar cloak.

Your face went hot.

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Fun Fact#8: Y/n used to love clowns and puppets when they were little. Not so much now as an adult.

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An: Me giggling, kicking my legs back and forth, and twirling my hair every time Kite comes on screen. I just can't help but have Y/n romance him, plus it'll add to future angst. 🥹🥹🥹 Also we love us some foreshadowing 😍

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