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manias-wordcount · 1 year

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With Yandere Chrollo… or normal Chrollo… i’m guessing he would want to have his s/o by his side at all times… considering the phantom troupe moves a lot and doesn’t have a specific place where they live… where do you think their s/o would go? like how would they shower and where would they sleep… or does Fhrollo just keep them by him at all times kind of

Useless (Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 "𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲" 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲- 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 (𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞 𝗟𝗢𝗟), 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲'𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘂𝗽. 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

“Um…Chrollo? I was wondering…”

You hate this feeling.

“...Is there anything I can do to help?”

Yet it follows you everywhere.

“Hmm?” A soft hum is your only verbal response. For now, at least.

At your question, Chrollo’s eyes turn to the side and fall onto you. His gaze is warm- it always is warm when it lands onto you. He always carries that soft look about him whenever he gazes in your direction. It’s a kind, sweet look. One that shows he’s doting. One that shows he’s loving. One that shows he cares. As if that’s all he ever does. And sure, you’ve come to learn that he has the utmost care and respect for the other members of the Phantom Troupe. But you were never like the other spiders. Hell, you’re not even really a spider. You will never be a real spider. Not like the rest of them. The way he looks at you tells you that every single day. But still, you have to…

“Please Chrollo! I want to help!”

…you have to at least try.

You hate begging. And you hate begging him of all people. He’s always the first person to give you whatever you want. He’s always the first person to get you whatever you need. Whenever your eyes linger too long on an item in a display case, he’s quick to just snap and order someone to fetch it for you. You don’t even have to say a word. You don’t even have to lift a finger. He gives you so, so much without question. And so much more without fail. It feels wrong to beg him for something. But this is the one thing. The one thing you can’t help but grow desperate for. Because your fight against this feeling is making you grow weak. Weaker than you already are, and you hate this feeling. You hate it. You hate it. You hate it.

“Hmm…I think it’s better if you just stay right here, yeah?”

But Chrollo seems to love that for you.

Even as you look up at him with a quivering lip and tears threatening to line your eyes, he just stares back and gives you a warm smile. He pats the small floor pillow on the ground right next to him expectantly. He pats your seat, and his raised eyebrow tells you that it's not looking for a challenge- just for you to comply. And it would be so easy. It would be so easy. He gives you so much. He takes care of you all the time. He protects you. He spoils you. He feeds and clothes and he loves you. And you truly believe him whenever he holds you close at night and tells you how he would burn the world for you if you would ever put in the request.

But you can’t. You can’t put in any more requests. You’re tired of putting in requests. You’re tired of it all. You’re tired of sitting idly by watching people run in and out of danger all because it’s what your boyfriend commanded. You’re tired of watching people run and out of danger because they’re doing something for you.

“Please Chrollo…I won’t go far, I promise! I just want to help the others!” You try asking again, this time with even more desperation in your voice. You know might be fruitless. That he might not even spare another thought in this direction. And you know you’re not as strong as the others. You know you don’t have the same toughness as someone who grew up in Meteor City. You know you don’t have the same strength as someone with large muscles or powerful Nen. You know you’re nothing but an ant compared to a great and powerful beast like a spider. You know it all too well. But still… “I just…I just don’t want to be useless anymore…”

You have to at least try.

“What did you just say?”

At his response, you couldn’t help but freeze. There was something chilling about this voice that he used with you. It wasn’t harsh. But it certainly wasn’t something that you were used to. That warm look that you grew so used to had already been wiped clean off his face. Now, you were met with a firm frown and eyes that had grown dangerously cold. You can’t recall a moment you had ever seen him with such an emotion on his face. At least, when the feeling was directed toward you. And right now? You’re just not sure what to do.

You didn’t mean to trail off when you spoke your last words. You didn’t mean to show him any form of weakness. You owe so much of your life and your comfort and your happiness to him. But at the same time- it’s like you’re suffocating. You’re always by his side. And when you’re not, you’re at least within his sight. Or much to his favor, within arm’s length. Before him, you were a functioning human being. A person with a life. A person who was able to get by, even if all you did was exist in a mundane little bubble. But now with him and the troupe in your life, everything was able to change.

Sure, you were always by at least 3 major criminals every second of your life, but you got to meet so many new people. And sure, you were always being dragged along from hideout to hideout while staying out of view from the general public in favor of being Chrollo’s protected little pet, but you got to have so many new things. Things you always wanted. Things you never thought you would get. Things you never heard of before. All of them- delivered on a silver platter just for you.

“I just said I wanted to help…” Begin in an almost silent whisper. “That’s all I wanted to do…”

But this new lifestyle made you feel like you were unable to care for your own well-being. Chrollo is your bodyguard to the bathroom. Chrollo is your blanket, your pillow, and your security system all wrapped into one. He gives you everything. He provides you with everything. Yet the only thing you’re good for is sitting right next to him. Letting him curl his fingers through your hair as he reads. Climbing onto him and wrapping your arms around him whenever he pats his lap. Smiling at him- just because he wanted to see that his dearest was still happy. Just because he wanted to see if his dearest needed anything. But compared to all that he does- this is nothing. It will always be nothing. So that’s why you had to ask. That’s why you have to do this. For troupe. For him.

For yourself.

“I’m sorry, Chrollo! But I really do want to help!” You continue, your eyes now alight with a new flame. A new desire to take back what was once yours in your life. “Please? You have to let me! I just don’t want to be useless any-”

“Don’t.”

The word is barked at you. With all the ferocity of a wild dog. With all the strength of a thousand men. It shatters glass. It sets off bombs. The word is barked at you. With the same chilling feeling as hell freezing over. And that frozen mess- it reaches you quickly. It reaches you easily. Taking over your body and filling you with fear. And in no time at all, it stops your heart. In fact, you swear it stops time itself. All you’re left with is the echo of his voice saying that same word in that same voice, over and over again.

You don’t even realize that you’re shaking until you see his hands slowly reaching and grabbing yours. You peel your eyes away from the now worried expression he has on his face to look down at your joined hands. You don’t think about how his brow was knitted together. You just think about how your hands fit into his comfortably, like they always do. You don’t think about how the corner of his lips was tugged downwards into a small frown. You just think about warm his palms are are his fingers lace between yours. And you don’t think about the pain welling up in his eyes at the very thought of potentially hurting you. You just think about useless you are when it comes to comforting him.

You just think about how he’s already taking care of you.

“Don’t…say that.” He continues, his voice in a low murmur as he tugs you closer to him. His words feel heavy. Your heart feels heavy. One minute you’re begging him to allow you to help in some way. The next minute, you’re terrified- left shaking in fear at the sight of a side of him you thought you would have never seen. And the minute after that? You’re regretting the whole mess you started. “You’re not useless. You’ve never been useless. Not to me.”

When you’re finally close enough, his hands pull always from yours and settle on your hips. He brings you into his chest. He holds you tight. And when that isn’t enough? He holds you tighter. And even as he whispers sweet nothings into your skin? Even as he whispers compliments and praises into your body? Your mind can’t help but settle on that feeling once more. That feeling that you hate, hate, hate so much. A feeling that Chrollo inadvertently gives you. A feeling that you know Chrollo hates for you too.

“I won’t say it anymore. I promise…”

Even if he has a funny way of showing it.

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aifanfictions · 6 months

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write a story about (y/n) being a part of the extermination team that was supposed to fight Meruem (from the anime Hunter x Hunter) and his ants but during the attack, when Meruem lays eyes on her, he instantly becomes attracted to (y/n) and starts courting her in front of everyone (Gon, Killua, the Chairman, the other exterminators).

Unexpected Allure

The underground palace was steeped in an eerie silence, an unusual calm before the storm. The extermination team, including (Y/N), had spent countless hours preparing for the confrontation with Meruem, the Chimera Ant King. They had honed their abilities, sharpened their resolve, and steeled themselves for what was expected to be an epic battle. However, the events that unfolded were far from anyone's expectations.

Meruem, a figure of unparalleled power and authority, stood before them like a mythical deity. His silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, and his crimson eyes held a mesmerizing quality, captivating all who met his gaze. But when those crimson eyes locked onto (Y/N), something extraordinary happened. His heart, a heart that had never before known vulnerability, began to beat with an unfamiliar rhythm.

In the tension-filled atmosphere, Meruem raised a hand, halting the impending attack by his Royal Guards. The members of the extermination team froze in their tracks, bewildered by the King's sudden order. Pitou, Pouf, and Youpi exchanged perplexed glances, unsure of what to make of the situation.

"(Y/N)," Meruem's voice carried an almost hypnotic quality, a voice that transcended the battlefield and resonated deep within (Y/N)'s soul, "come forward."

(Y/N) took cautious steps toward Meruem, her senses on high alert. She met the Chimera Ant King's gaze, and as their eyes locked, an inexplicable connection formed. His gaze was filled with a rare vulnerability, an emotion he couldn't name but couldn't ignore.

The Chairman, Gon, Killua, and the other hunters watched in astonishment as Meruem approached (Y/N) with a regal grace. He extended his hand toward her, a gesture that defied the expectations of all those present.

"I cannot ignore this pull I feel towards you," he admitted, his voice a mixture of sincerity and bewilderment. "Will you accept my invitation to converse, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N)'s heart pounded in her chest as she considered her options. She understood the gravity of the situation, but it was clear that Meruem had no intention of hostilities—at least for now. She nodded, her curiosity and the subtle intrigue of Meruem's newfound emotions compelling her to agree.

The other members of the extermination team watched in silent amazement as Meruem led (Y/N) away from the group, away from the battlefield, and towards a quieter chamber within the palace. The Chairman's stern expression betrayed a hint of curiosity, and Gon and Killua exchanged bewildered glances.

Inside the chamber, (Y/N) and Meruem found themselves in a surreal moment of unexpected connection. The King had set aside his regal demeanor and revealed a vulnerability he had never known. He listened intently to (Y/N), fascinated by her tales of the human world, her experiences, and her unwavering dedication to the extermination team's mission.

As they talked, Meruem's enigmatic facade began to crumble. He confessed that he had never encountered such depth in another being, and his fascination with (Y/N)'s intelligence, strength, and kindness continued to grow. He marveled at her ability to maintain her composure and grace in the face of adversity.

Outside the chamber, the members of the extermination team remained on edge, unable to fathom the surreal turn of events. Their meticulously planned mission had taken an unforeseen detour into a realm of the unknown, and Meruem was courting a member of the extermination team. It was a sight that defied all logic and expectation.

"(Y/N)," Meruem said, his voice filled with a rare vulnerability, "I understand the gravity of our circumstances, but I cannot deny the pull of my heart. You are a rarity in this world, and I am captivated by you."

(Y/N) couldn't help but be moved by Meruem's words. His sincerity, the depth of his emotions, and the transformation he was undergoing were both astonishing and captivating. She understood that in this strange and unforeseen turn of events, they might have a unique opportunity to find a peaceful resolution to the conflict.

The hours turned into days, and the connection between (Y/N) and Meruem deepened. They laughed, shared stories, and even discovered common interests. They explored the mysteries of the palace, discussing topics that ranged from art to philosophy, and from history to the beauty of the natural world.

One evening, as they stood by a grand window that overlooked a lush garden, Meruem turned to (Y/N), his voice filled with a quiet sincerity. "I want to protect this world, our sanctuary, and the moments we've shared."

(Y/N) smiled, her eyes brimming with warmth. "You're already doing that, Meruem, simply by embracing change and seeking understanding."

Outside the chamber, the Chairman, Gon, Killua, and the other hunters continued to observe the unfolding situation, their unease giving way to contemplation. The battle they had anticipated had taken an astonishing turn, as Meruem and (Y/N) engaged in a dialogue of unprecedented depth and significance.

The sun set outside the palace, casting a breathtaking palette of colors across the sky, and Meruem and (Y/N) continued to explore the recesses of their hearts. Their connection, once born from an unexpected encounter on the battlefield, had grown into a profound and transformative bond.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Meruem realized that he was in uncharted territory, not just as a King but as a being who had discovered the complexities of human emotions. And (Y/N), a member of the extermination team, had become his anchor in this new world of feelings.

In the heart of the palace, amidst the soft glow of candlelight, their love story continued to unfold. They navigated the uncharted waters of attraction, admiration, and understanding, proving that love could blossom even in the most unexpected and improbable of circumstances.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the world watched in astonishment as the bond between (Y/N) and Meruem deepened, their love growing stronger with each passing moment. The once-mighty Chimera Ant King, a symbol of power and conquest, had undergone a profound transformation, becoming a protector of the palace and a guardian of the delicate bond that had unraveled his heart.

The story of Meruem and (Y/N) challenged the understanding of power, attraction, and transformation. It was a tale of unexpected allure, the kind that could reshape destinies and defy the odds. Love had found a way to bridge the gap between enemies, and in the heart of the Chimera Ant King, it had awakened a desire for change, a yearning for understanding, and a profound connection that transcended the boundaries of the battlefield.

In the end, their love story became a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, the transformative power of emotions, and the capacity for growth, even in the most unlikely of hearts. It was a tale of two worlds colliding, a bond that had the potential to change the course of history and prove that the heart, no matter how powerful, could always find its way to a new melody—a melody of love.

And so, in the heart of an underground palace, amidst the chaos of a mission-turned-love story, the unexpected allure of Meruem and (Y/N) continued to echo like a poignant melody, reminding the world that love could be found in the most extraordinary of places and with the most unlikely of partners.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

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ihatealimore · 1 year

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I Hope I Can Keep You Warm

(tw: Kurapika's trauma, nudity, angst)

(no this is not smut. For now at least. there is some nice wholesome fluff to make up for the angst. word count- 2,982)

Panting breaths, echoing footsteps, and the sound of snow underneath your boots crunching underneath you reverberate through the crisp night air uninterrupted. Your mind is racing with panic while your body is filled with adrenaline. One thing you know for certain is- you were beginning to regret your decision to help Kurapika with this dangerous mission.

"I'm surprised you even asked me to meet you here," You sit across from Kurapika in a small, dimly lit cafe, "When's the last time we've seen each other in person."

Kurapika pushes aside the tinge of guilt he feels from your words and responds emotionlessly, "I do suppose it's been quite a while. My apologies," He does feel genuinely sorry for not reaching out to you, but he has been very careful as to not drag his friends down with him.

"I know you're busy, but it's nearly impossible to get ahold of you," You take a sip from your warm drink, glancing down at the table sitting between you and him, your eyes suddenly drawn to the intricate details of the wood, "Everyone is worried about you, you know? Including me."

He feels taken back by your sincerity, "I know. I wish I didn't have to burden their minds as I have been."

A lingering sigh passes through your lips, "But there's nothing you can do about it?"

"Indeed."

"Yeah, I thought you might say that," You set your drink back down on the table and cross your arms, still finding it difficult to meet his gaze as you're pouring out your thoughts to him, "I understand your way of thinking, Kurapika. I really do. I used to think the same way, but this is just too destructive for you."

"I understa-"

"You don't," You sigh again and sit up straight, making direct eye contact with him, "Not really anyway."

Kurapika wasn't used to someone conversing with him so bluntly and intelligently. Leorio told him off all of the time but it was hard to make sense of his words as he shouts out his thoughts incoherently. Maybe (Y/N) actually did understand him. You would be the first person to have a firm grasp of his point of view.

"I can lecture you as much as I want but it's not really gonna change anything, is it? I'm not going to deter you from being stubborn and always working alone," You uncross your arms and set your elbow on the table, resting your chin in the palm of your hand, "Just answer a call from them once in a while. It's the least you can do to repay them."

His eyes widen in surprise for a brief second before he nods, letting out a sigh, "Very well. You're right."

"I know."

A quiet chuckle escapes his lips as he rolls his eyes. It's the first time in a long time that he's laughed, or smiled for that matter.

"So, why did you ask me to meet you here?" You ask him with furrowed brows.

He bites his lip nervously, realizing the only reason he asked you to spend time with him for the first time in a long time was only for a dangerous favor he needed to ask of you. The blonde-haired man can feel your eyes boring holes into the back of his head and speaks up, "I need your help with something."

"Go figure," You already had deduced that he must need your help with something before you even accepted his invitation, "Care to elaborate?"

"It's a dangerous task and you are more than welcome to decline," He lets out a deep breath, "I have a lead on the location of a couple of pairs of scarlet eyes but the environment is less than ideal."

"Are they in a volcano or something?"

He shakes his head, "Mountains. The terrain and weather are dangerous and I'm quite unfamiliar with them. I'm unsure if I could survive by myself."

It's your turn to be surprised. It's very unlike Kurapika to admit something like that. He's a logical man, for the most part, but when it comes to the scarlet eyes- all that logic flies out the window.

"I'll go with you," Comes your quick response.

"I have yet to explain the rest of the details-"

You cut him off, "No need. If you're actually asking for help, I know you're desperate. I know I've been really tough on you today but that's because I want you to seek out help. I want you to seek out MY help. I want to help you, Kurapika. In any way, I can. I care about you."

The kurta suddenly feels flustered, looking away from you with a hint of a blush encasing his face, "Thank you, (Y/N). That truly means a lot to me," He hesitates for a moment, before turning back to look at you, "I care about you too. I won't allow you to get injured during this mission."

"I'll have to hold you to that!"

The atmosphere between the two of you becomes less heavy as you flash him a bright smile. You spend the rest of the day with him, just chatting and catching up.

Oh, if only you could turn back time.

"(Y/N)! Take my hand! Quickly!" Kurapika holds his hand out for you, the sense of urgency and fear very real in his voice.

You take his hand and he pulls you up out of the deep snow. You and him take off running again, the sound of multiple footsteps catching up to you. This effectively makes both you and Kurapika worry about whether you will both escape this lethal situation with your lives.

"Kurapika! This way!" You branch off to the right, taking a small path that eventually leads to a small cliff.

The blonde man freezes just before the cliff edge, while you dive headfirst in, leaping off the cliff without hesitation.

"(Y/N)!!" He reaches out for you, however, he's far too late to stop you.

You've never heard him shout so intensely, although you set this thought aside as you prepare for your landing. You tuck and roll as you meet the ground, your clothes disheveled and soaked. The jump wasn't all-too-far and the heavy layers of snow helped to shelter your fall a little.

"Jump!" You shout up to him, "It's not that far!"

He turns back for a moment, seeing a flashlight beam in the near distance through the trees. The kurta takes a deep breath before backing away from the cliff to run and leap off of it. He tucks and rolls as you did, and lands unharmed. He immediately grabs your hand and drags you along with him as he breaks out into a run again.

"We can lose them," He looks straight ahead of him, "However, that was incredibly stupid and dangerous!"

"Sorry. I thought it was the best option," You reply to him with a small shrug.

"And your judgement was correct," He notes the lack of footsteps in the distance, "Let's run a little bit further. We should be able to rest shortly."

You nod in agreement. After about 15 more minutes of running through snow-covered trees, you and Kurapika finally agree that you've lost them. At least for now.

"Let's take cover in there," He points out a small cave in the near distance, "It's probably our safest option."

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

With that being said, you and Kurapika enter the cave. It's a team effort to make a cozy campfire for you both to warm up next to. You take your backpack off and offer Kurapika some rations and water from your canteen.

He takes a sip of water, wiping the excess water from his mouth afterward, "I am still in disbelief that we did it."

"It was hard. Grueling even, but we did it," You let out a sigh of relief, "All we have to do now is get home."

Kurapika nods, although he feels complicated about hearing the word 'home'. What home? The kurta had nowhere and nobody to return to. He would just go on another mission to retrieve another pair of his brethren's eyes. He sighs, knowing damn well he doesn't deserve a home to return to in the first place. He should be dead like his brethren. In fact, there were many times a day when he questioned why he was the one that was allowed to live, although he would only allow these thoughts to fuel his hatred and thirst for vengeance.

He jumps at the warm touch of your hand on his thigh, "Kurapika? Are you okay?"

The way the campfire reflects in your eyes and plays against the delicate details of your face is not lost on him. His feelings of hopelessness are now replaced with something else. Something unwanted. Something he isn't sure how to react to.

He coughs into his hand in a pathetic display as a way to distract himself, "Y-yes, I'm fine."

Fortunately for him, the sound of the wind and snow picking up outside catches your attention. You stand up from where you were sitting and walk towards the entrance of the cave, "It looks like a snowstorm is blowing in."

"Is that so?" He's still trying to collect himself.

You nod, "Yeah, I think we're going to be stuck here for the night."

"We have plenty of rations if that is the case," He does his best to ease your concerns.

"Yeah, you're right," You sit back down beside him, pulling your knees up to your chest and leaning your head against them, "So, tell me what you're thinking. Looks like we have plenty of time to talk."

The blonde-haired man folds his arms across his chest, looking straight ahead at the crackling fire in front of him, "Or we could sit in silence."

"Suit yourself," You continue to watch him intently, "I have a feeling you'll give in eventually."

He turns to look at you, "And why is that?"

You shrug casually, "Just a feeling. Besides, it's not like we have much else to do."

His eyes fall on the fire again as he grows quiet for several moments, "You don't have family left either, (Y/N)?"

You raise an eyebrow at his sudden question, "No. Not any I know of anyway. Why do you ask?"

He shakes his head, "I was merely curious."

"Elaborate."

"Who do you go home to?" He refuses to make eye contact with you, the campfire flames reflecting in his grey eyes.

You cock your head slightly in confusion, "Nobody, I guess."

"Then why go home?"

You open your mouth to respond, but you come up empty. You cross your arms as you try to think of a good response to his strange question, "Where else would I go?" You end up countering him with another question.

"That's not really an answer," He points out to you.

"I know but it's the only logical response I can come up with," You feel stumped as you try to think up another response, "Are you meaning to say there's no point in going home if you don't really consider it a home?"

He feels a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. For some reason, he can't help but feel glad that you were able to read him so easily with such vague questions, "Yes, that is exactly what I was thinking."

"I guess in that case, I don't have a home?" You explain to him, lost in thought, "I've traveled a lot and stayed in a lot of shady areas. No place I've ever lived in has felt like home to me. They're just places to return to until I find that home."

"That's an interesting answer," He takes in your words, wondering if he could think the same way that you do.

You and him continue to talk throughout the night, the wind and snow swirling around dangerously outside. Thankfully, the cave provides reliable shelter so you don't feel the chill of the wind as badly as you should. You still find yourself shivering, holding your hands out in front of the fire in a futile effort to warm yourself.

It's late into the night now. Kurapika has been talking with you on and off, although he's been acting pretty vague. Your shivering hasn't ceased and you can feel yourself growing more and more exhausted.

"(Y/N)," Kurapika calls out to you but doesn't receive a response as you're beginning to nod off, "(Y/N)!"

Your eyes shoot back open, "W-what is it?" Your teeth are chattering from the cold.

"Have you not been able to get warm?" He's regarding you with an intense gaze now, "You've been shivering this whole time."

You shake your head in response, "My clothes are still really wet and cold."

"(Y/N)!' He shoots up from his spot and races up to you, "You're probably suffering from hypothermia! Why didn't you say something sooner??"

"I thought the fire would dry my clothes enough," You're considerably drowsy, slurring your words as you do your best to focus and keep your eyes open and alert.

He presses the back of his hand against your forehead, "You're freezing. We need to get you out of those wet clothes. Now."

"W-wait! I don't want to strip naked!" You make a lax effort to cover yourself with your arms, "I would get embarrassed."

"We are far beyond that being our biggest concern," He can't ignore your worries and grabs both of the blankets out of your backpack, "You can cover yourself with these while you change."

You nod as you cover yourself with them. Kurapika turns around to give you some privacy as you strip yourself down and wrap both blankets around yourself, "You can turn back around, Kurapika."

He lets out a relieved sigh when he turns around and sees you sitting upright, wrapped in warm blankets, "Good. We still need to warm you up as quickly as possible."

He adds a few more sticks of wood to the fire, adding to its intensity. Next, he goes through both of your backpacks in search of something that can be heated up over the fire. He decides to heat up a small can of beans and gives it to you.

You eat it quickly and you can feel yourself warming up a little bit, however, the wind from the snowstorm certainly isn't helping. You're still shivering.

Kurapika racks his brain for ways to keep your body temperature high enough to avoid hypothermia. Even if he raises it a tiny bit, the wind chill from outside still reaches the cave. It still reaches you. The person Kurapika cares most about. The person who is trying her hardest to hold her eyes open and stay conscious.

He comes to a realization.

I can't lose you.

Wordlessly, he begins stripping himself down. You watch him curiously, trying to figure out just what he's doing. You're having a harder time coming to logical thoughts than normal. You can feel your cheeks heating up as you finally decide to look away from him.

"(Y/N)."

"Yes?" You still refuse to look directly at him.

"I'm coming under the blankets with you," He says bluntly.

Your jaw almost drops in shock, "W-what do you mean?? You're completely naked!"

"Exactly," He starts, jumping into his explanation, "Skin-to-skin contact is going to be the best way to keep each other warm throughout the night. It's embarrassing, however, I refuse to let anything happen to you."

"Right, I forgot about that," A sigh escapes your lips, "Sorry, I can't think straight."

"It's not your fault," He takes a few steps closer to you, "Besides that-" He freezes, adamant to let the next string of words fall from his mouth, "I want to be vulnerable with you. You understand me. And I want to understand you too. Please allow me this."

You can't stop yourself from turning to face him with a surprised expression, "You mean that?" You feel your cheeks flush even more than they already have and you look away again.

"It's okay. You can look," He's unsure where this sudden burst of confidence came from, "If possible, I would like to give my whole self over to you," His full face is definitely flushed red but he ignores this feeling of butterflies in his gut.

You slowly turn to face him again, "The feeling is mutual," You hold the blanket open for him to join you.

He feels even more flustered, inwardly gushing at your beauty momentarily before sitting impossibly close to you. He lets out a deep breath as he lifts you up to straddle his lap while facing him. You let out a surprised squeak as he does so, feeling somehow overjoyed and bittersweet at the situation that has brought you closer to this stubborn man.

He wraps his arms around your back tightly as your thighs cling to his back. The kurta pulls your head flush against his chest, moving one of his hands to the back of your head, petting you ever-so-delicately.

"I hope I can keep you warm throughout the night."

"I don't think you'll have a problem with that," You can't help but wonder if your blonde-haired friend is having the same impure thoughts as you are. And if he is, you're wondering how you can get him to initiate these thoughts.

However, for now, you decide you'll just enjoy his warmth, erratic heartbeat, and candid vulnerability.

He speaks up suddenly, "This is the closest thing to a home I have ever felt."

His words come as a shock to you, although, you can't disagree with him. You understand him better than anyone. Because in the end, you two are the same.

Maybe you won't regret coming with him after all.

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samnia · 21 days

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I found out you write for hxh 🥺💕

The way you write them feels very nice and Canon.

I wonder can I get a scenario about illumi, ending the life of his first ever friend (he was a teenager and he met the reader SOMEHOW and they formed a secret and forbidden friendship) because his mother kikyo gaslighted him that the reader is a pest to his life etc..

I wonder how much this will have impact on him :)

Illumi opened the door. Zeno sat in the dimly lit chamber, and the decorations never failed to disturb Illumi, despite all the horrid things he's seen. Zeno's eyes shot up to his direction, then examined him. Illumi felt every organ in him tighten up. "You do understand why you're here, correct?" Zeno asked, pouring another cup on tea before sipping it,"Yes, grandfather." He replied. The older man pointed to a seat next to him, a simple 'sit'. Illumi did as he was told and sat, plenty of things ran through his mind, like a childish wish hoping that it was about his low performances while training, not how he can't help but hang out with a certain someone.

"You can't seem to listen, I suppose. As your parents have said, today and tomorrow will be the most crucial times of your life if I'm sincere." He said before soothing out his beard. Illumi poured himself a cup of tea, too. He drank some. The first thing he noticed was that it contained magnolia flowers and how it was your favorite. How bad have you screwed his brain? Zeno coughed, gaining Illumi's attention back. "Illumi, I'm not going to say names, but get rid of them. Kikyo will be accompanying you to make sure of it." Zeno informed, before standing up and walking out the room. Illumi's eyes widen, surely that was too much. The door opened again, and he heard shuffling and then heels clacking, His mother made herself known by dusting her maroon ballgown and fixing the single feather on her hat.

Kikyo firmly touched his shoulder. He looked at and noticed she was grinning out of pure delight. "I only want the best you. I say it's time to solve your problem." She chimed. You'd be in the woods as usual, telling Illumi about the newest gossip in your town. If you were lucky enough, Illumi would be so interested that he'd go easedropping with you, even though it'd be borderline stalking. You stood by a tree, trying to collect and break open the nuts. When illumi walked behind you, a change in the air was noticeable. You turnt around slowly, "Illumi, nice haircut. What took you so long?" You asked. "Nothing." He responded, Illumi looked back. Kikyo was hiding in the trees, watching him. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Can you crack these open?"

You tossed it to Illumi. He smiled for a bit. "I suppose you're not trying to break more teeth," He snagged before crushing it with his hand. The shell fell off, and he handed it to you. The ground shook, a sign from his mother to make it quick. You gave another one to illumi. Now, he extends his arm as if throwing something. "I was like fourteen. That baby tooth had to go!" You reasoned. You imbecile. Why expose how long you've been friends? But then again, how would you know. He aimed and threw it toward you at lighting speed. While trying duck, it went straight throught and your heart. Blood gushed out of you before hitting the ground. His mother came from out the shadows. She pressed a button on her communication device. "Inform the bulters that Mike will be given a small treat."

[So, if you don't understand, Illumi used the walnut to spike Y/n in the head, leading to their ultimate death. And then the corpse is then fed to Mike, the guard dog. This takes place when Illumi is about sixteen (hence, illumi has short hair), when the family discovers Alluka has a entity, Nanika within her.

Requests are always welcomed!

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shiftingparadise · 2 years

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I read(red) your fic ‘no string attached’ so i'm here to request a lemon, Illumi x reader. It's okay bae if you can't (all tho i'd be sad. Don't want you to feel guilty; just being honest.)

I hope you like the way I portrayed him, since it's my first time writing a fic with Illumi. (I also hope you like it and that I didn't make you sad lol 🥺🤍). Thank you for your request!

Any kind of feedback is always welcome! Enjoy reading 🤍✨

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‘Who’s there?’.

‘He knows I’m here?’, your mind started to consider every possible outcome. Were you going to fight, hide or run? You weren’t going to fight. You couldn’t possibly defeat him… What about tricking him? Right, as if you could trick a member of the Zoldyck family. Hide? But where? His current hiding spot may have the exterior of a luxurious penthouse, but it was still a penthouse… This meant that running wasn’t an option either, as the floor he lived on was way too high for you to just jump out of the window.

‘I know you’ve been watching me the past few days’.

What? He knew you were watching him? But you were one of the most skilled nen-users, how could he sense you?

‘But because I’ve visitors later to talk about something that doesn't concern you.... Let's just say I'm done with this game of hide-and-seek’.

He may sense me, but he doesn’t know where I am, right?

‘If you show yourself, I won’t kill you… But if I must drag you out of your hiding spot…’.

‘S-shaking? I’m shaking?’, you widened your eyes as your breath hitched. You tried to calm down, to stop your hands from shaking. ‘It’s been a couple of minutes… This means he doesn’t know where I am’, a smile on your face when you realized it was a waiting game until he convinced himself he was just being paranoid. ‘If he leaves… I’m never coming back. Fuck the money-‘.

You froze as you felt his presence. It was awful, unlike anything you ever felt. The bloodlust that was dripping from his aura as you saw him walking towards the vent you were hiding in was terrifying.

You knew your hiding spot had its flaws, but you never had to worry about being found. No one ever noticed your presence. Had you gotten too cocky, too confident? There was nowhere to run, so one option left. Fight.

‘There’s the little mouse. What’s a mouse doing in my bedroom?’, he easily dodged the iron, little door of the vent you were hiding in, ‘Talk’.

‘Talk?’, you frowned as you focused your aura on your hands. You were going to hit him, as hard as you can. There was no point in dragging out this fight. It was best if you hit him with 100% of your strength.

‘Who’re you working for?’, darkness appeared around him, his hair floating in the air, causing you to freeze. You were scared, too scared. This wasn’t the aura of a normal assassin, no. This was the aura of a murderer, of someone who loved to kill and torture people.

You did your research. You watched every member of the Zoldyck family, and none of them had this much bloodlust oozing from their aura.

‘Oh?’, he coldly tilted his head as he watched you fall onto the ground. ‘P-please’, you begged once you had your back pressed against the wall, ‘D-don’t hurt me, I-I won’t tell anyth-‘.

‘Who? Whom are you working for?’.

You could feel the ground shake every time one of his feet hit the ground when he walked towards you.

‘N-no one’, you whimpered as you closed your eyes.

‘You think I’m a fool?’, he raised his voice as he lowered himself, ‘I know who you are’.

Fear. That’s all you felt. Your eyes were wide open, body shaking… This wasn’t like you. You were fearless and calculated.

‘Please-‘, you prayed that your tears, which were relentlessly rolling down your cheeks, would somehow cause him to pity you.

‘Don’t have time for this’, he mumbled to himself as his black eyes pierced through your soul, ‘We’ll see how long a little mouse lasts before it drowns’.

‘D-don’t-‘, you tried to protest once you felt his cold hands grabbing your arm, pulling you towards his bed.

‘W-wait’, you nervously giggled, as you saw him searching for something in his closet.

‘Ah’, he coldly sighed as he closed the closet, his grip tightening around your arm.

‘W-what are you doing?’. ‘Tying you to the bed’.

‘N-no, let me go’, you tried, with all your strength, to resist, to break free from his grip.

‘As I said’, his cold voice washed over you once he finished tying you up, ‘There’ll be some visitors later in the evening, but if I somehow even can hear you breathing… A sigh that’s a little too loud, a yawn that you can’t hold back… I’ll kill you’.

And so, he left. You could easily untie the rope, but to what use? There was nowhere to run. Hours passed, and familiar voices could be heard from the kitchen.

‘What about here?’, a silky, teasing voice. ‘No, think this one’s better’, a cold voice answered.

Hisoka, Chrollo… Former clients who paid good money for you to spy on someone. What if you yelled? Would they help you? Hisoka wouldn’t, he’d probably join Illumi if he decided to torture you. Maybe Chrollo? No, trying to ask for help from those criminals was too big a risk.

‘Huh?’, you slowly opened your eyes as reality hit you again. ‘Wake up little mouse, it’s time for a game’.

Illumi hovered over you, his hands untying the rope around your wrists.

You hissed in pain as he roughly pulled the rope away from your reddened skin. ‘See this?’, he wasted no time as he coldly showed you a needle, ‘I’ll keep finding awfully painful pressure points until you tell me what I want to hear’.

You didn’t respond. The adrenaline that rushed through your veins somehow managed to close off your lungs.

‘Who do you work for?’.

Were you going to confess? You could feel teeth grinding as he gently placed the needle on your skin.

‘Last warning’, he traveled the tip just underneath your ear, ‘Whom are you working for?’.

Was this worth it?

‘Fine’, he sighed as he looked at the ceiling, ‘Try not to faint’.

‘W-wait!’.

‘Oh?’, he mechanically tilted his head, ‘Did the little mouse change her mind?’.

‘Y-yes’, you turned your head to the side, knees safely tucked against your chest once he backed away.

‘Speak’.

‘N-no one hired me’.

‘Liar’. The room went dark as he spoke, bloodlust flowing from his aura again.

If you didn’t confess, your life would be over within a couple of seconds. This wasn’t how you wanted things to work out, but you didn’t have any other choice.

‘I-I’m not!’, you hastily raised your voice, ‘I-I just wanted you to teach me’.

‘Teach?’, he widened his eyes as the mood in the room completely changed.

You quickly lowered your head, cheeks blushing in embarrassment.

‘I-I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my teacher. I want to be as strong as you, but I didn’t find the courage to ask you’.

‘Hm’, he clicked his tongue, as if he didn’t make up his mind already. He may be cold and emotionless, but even a guy like Illumi couldn’t look past your pretty face.

‘You’re pretty skilled’, he sighed as turned around, ‘I’ll think about it’.

---

‘Again’, Illumi watched you from his couch, ‘Longer this time’.

‘L-longer?’, you ignored the drops of sweat that fell onto the floor.

‘5 hours, no break’.

A few months passed, and under Illumi’s watch, you grew stronger each day. It wasn’t easy, but his techniques worked. By now, you’d changed apartments at least six times. Every single one of them just as luxurious as the previous one.

‘Tch’, he clicked his tongue, ‘You’re messing up my carpet’. ‘O-oh sorry’, you caught the towel he threw you.

He normally would never spend this much time with someone, but he grew to like (even adore) you. You were so submissive, so shy and sweet. A fool would think you were naïve and helpless.

‘Where are you going?’, you quickly stopped drinking water when you noticed he made his way to the door.

‘Out’.

‘B-but-‘, ‘5 hours, no break’, he repeated himself before closing the door.

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‘I did it!’, you sighed as you fell onto the ground, ‘But he isn’t here to see –‘.

You quickly sat up straight as you heard the door unlock.

’30 seconds left’, the tiniest smile appeared on his face when he saw your drenched top and shorts.

‘What’s that?’, you ignored his remark when you smelled ramen. ‘Food’, he coldly seated himself on his knees before you on the carpet.

‘N-no, don’t sit on the ground. Wait, I’ll get you a pillow-‘. ‘It’s fine’, a softer tone than usual when his hand met yours. ‘But you’re my master, you can’t sit on the ground’, your eyes locked on the carpet, cheeks burning. ‘I said it’s fine’, he slowly let go of your wrist before handing you your takeaway ramen.

Was something to happen? Was he going to tell you that you had to leave?

‘Thank you’, you bowed before sitting back down again.

It was quiet for a couple of minutes as you both enjoyed the hot broth of the ramen.

‘Good job today’.

Your eyes immediately lit up, a content smile on your face. This was the first time he praised you.

‘Thank you master’, you once again bowed your head. ‘Don’t call me that. My name’s Illumi’.

Your brows drew together at his strange behavior. He wasn’t like this.

‘Oh’, he abruptly walked to the kitchen, ‘Almost forgot’.

‘Wine?’.

If you had a tail, you’d be wagging it like a little puppy that was waiting for a treat.

‘It’s your birthday, isn’t it?’, he loosely held the bottle of wine while staring out of the window.

If you didn’t know him, you’d say he looked insecure, but Illumi would never bother to feel such a waste of emotion, right?

‘It doesn’t matter’, you turned your head, ‘Thank you for the ramen’. You stood up, bowing once again before walking towards your room.

He didn’t understand it. He thought you’d be happy that he’d remembered. He wanted you to smile, to throw your arms around him, only to apologize for doing so. He’d practiced what he was going to do over and over again: Don’t apologize’, he would pull you closer by your waist, let the tip of his thumb brush over your cherry-red lips, and then he’d kiss you.

‘Hm’, he sighed while placing the bottle on the kitchen table. He hated this, the way you made him feel. He never felt like this. So unsure, so foolish… He almost detested you for doing this to him… But he loved seeing you in your gray sports bra, drops of sweat gliding from your soft skin… He envied them.

He could hear the familiar sound of the shower in your room. This was his favourite part of the day, because not too long from now, you were going to walk out of your room in your gray sweatpants and another one of your sports bras, and you’d join him for a game of chess.

‘Hm?’, he looked at his phone. You’d normally leave your room around 6.

He softly knocked on your door. No response.

‘Y/N?’, he gently opened your door after knocking a couple more times.

You were sleeping? Were you so worn out from today’s training?

‘Are you okay?’, he quietly walked to your bed, his hand grazing over your sheets.

‘Huh?’, he widened his eyes when your tiny hand grabbed his wrist, your head buried into your pillow.

‘It’s my birthday, right?’.

‘It is’.

‘Can I ask something? A present?’. ‘Whatever you want’.

‘Hold me, please’.

His heart skipped a beat at the sound of your fragile voice, but how did you want him to hold you? He never did something like this. He wasn’t the affectionate type. He’d slept with women, but he never held them or cuddled with them. He never cared about their feelings or how they felt, but he cared about you. He would never want to hurt you.

Illumi gently took place next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist while his forehead rested against yours.

‘Why are you shaking? Am I hurting you?’, he immediately let go of your waist, his eyes wide open in concern.

‘I want another present’, you buried your head into his chest, your hands tugging at his shirt.

‘W-whatever you want’, he replied softly.

‘B-be my first’.

Your first? What did you mean?

‘Y-you’re my master. I-it’s fine if you teach me things, right?’.

‘What do you mean?’, he pulled away from you, his eyes studying yours.

‘I-I’ve never …’, you turned your gaze away from him, hating how embarrassed you felt.

‘Oh’, he finally understood what you were talking about, but how could he be your first? He didn’t know how to be gentle, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you.

‘Forget it’, you hastily turned around, wanting to run away.

‘No, I’ll do it’, he grabbed your hand, ‘If you still want me to’. ‘I-I do’, you slowly sat back down again, ‘Even though I’m kind of scared’. ‘I won’t hurt you, I promise’, he placed himself behind you, slowly stroking your arms as he placed a soft kiss in the crook of your neck.

The scent of your hair was enough to drive him crazy. You somehow always managed to smell like caramel.

‘You want me to teach you, right?’. ‘Hm’, you loudly swallowed as you felt his hands travel to your breasts, his hot breath against your ear sending shivers to your spine. ‘Turn around for me then’.

You obeyed. Nerves took over your body as you saw the look in his eyes. He looked cold as usual, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. Something you never saw before.

‘Here’, he softly grabbed your hand before placing it on his crotch, ‘If you want to make a man feel good, you can start by touching this’.

‘L-like this?’.

He nodded in response before taking off his shirt.

‘D-does it feel good?’, you shyly asked when you felt his member getting hard. ‘It does’, he chuckled at your innocence, ‘Let’s take things a little further, okay?’.

‘O-okay’.

You watched as he stood up, now fully removing his clothes.

‘Don’t worry’, he smiled when he saw the scared look on your face, ‘It’ll fit’.

Is he crazy? You may be inexperienced, but he was big.

‘Let’s get rid of your clothes too’, he gently pushed your back against the sheets.

He placed soft kisses on your neck while pulling down your sweatpants.

‘O-oh?’, he widened his eyes as he saw your cherry-red slip with a little bow in the middle. ‘Sorry, I thought it looked pretty and-‘, ‘It does’, he cut you short, ‘Is it okay if I…?’, he looked at your breasts.

‘O-oh’, you turned your gaze away, ‘O-okay’.

You slowly sat up straight, so he could take off your bra.

‘Can’t believe you never slept with someone’, he mumbled as he let his eyes wander over your perfect body, ‘Men must throw themselves at you’.

‘What now?’, your head was still turned to the side, insecurities rushing over you. ‘Now I want you to look at me and relax’, he gently cupped your cheek as he turned your head, so his eyes met yours.

He usually never kissed a girl, but it felt as if your lips were aching for his.

‘You’re so cute’, he broke the kiss when he heard your cute moans, ‘Can you open your legs for me?’.

You shyly obeyed, the tip of your thumb resting in between your teeth.

‘Relax, okay?’, he pushed your panties aside before he carefully slid one finger into your entrance.

‘That’s it’, he kept his pace slow and steady, ‘Your body’s ready, are you?’.

An empty question. The way you arched your back told him plenty, but he still needed you to say it.

‘I-I am’, you nervously replied.

How was he going to do this? He didn’t know how much he could control himself. A part of him wanted to ruin you, to fuck you so dumb that you couldn’t walk tomorrow.

‘Tell me if it’s too much’, he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead before he gently pushed the tip in. ‘H-hm’, you closed your eyes, already feeling the stretch.

He was losing it. He really was. The thought of him being your first drove him crazy.

‘Ssh’, he slowly stroked your cheeks as he felt your body tensing up, ‘It’ll feel good soon. Just a c-couple of minutes’.

You were so tight. The way your body welcomed him was better than anything he’d ever felt before.

‘Good girl’, he praised you once he bottomed out, ‘Tell me if I can move, okay?’. ‘I-it burns’, you looked at him with pleading eyes. ‘I know’, he stroked some strands of hair from your cheek, ‘But I promise it’ll feel good’. ‘O-okay’, you closed your eyes again, ‘You can move’.

Illumi slowly started thrusting in and out of you. With each thrust, it got harder and harder to control himself.

‘Fuck’, he let his nails sink into the soft flesh of your waist, ‘So tight. Tell me how it feels’. ‘I-it feels kind of good-‘, ‘Kind of?’, a frown in response.

‘A-ah’, you arched your back as his thumb slowly started drawing circles on your little nub. ‘Does it still feel kind of good?’, he coldly tilted his head. ‘I-illumi-‘.

Illumi? This was the first time you called him by his name.

‘Tch’, he chuckled, ‘The only time I wouldn’t mind being called master, and you decide to call me by my name’.

‘S-sorry master’.

There it was. You finally started clenching around him, signaling you liked being submissive.

‘Thank me for taking my time to make you feel good’, he softly wrapped his hand around your neck as he left dark marks on your breasts.

‘Thank you m-master for-‘.

What’s happening? Why’s your stomach all warm and tingly?

‘Oh?’, Illumi tilted his head, ‘Is this your first orgasm?’. ‘H-hm’, you pressed your eyelids together. ‘Let me help’, he once again started playing with your little nub. ‘M-more, please’.

‘You’re being so good’, he praised you, ‘Taking my cock like this, already begging for more like a little slut’.

What was happening? Your whole body was shaking, heat rising to your stomach…

‘Good girl’, Illumi placed a kiss on your cheek as you tried to catch your breath, ‘One more time, okay? I’ll join you next time’.

‘I-illumi-‘, ‘Ah ah ah’, he shook his head, ‘What did I tell you?’, he roughly grabbed your jaw. ‘From now on, you’ll call me master when I’m making you feel good’.

‘Shit’, Illumi pressed his lips against yours, ‘Play with yourself’. ‘L-like this?’, you shyly opened your legs a little more, your hand sliding between them. ‘Faster, want you to make yourself come’.

Art. You were art. The way your lips were slightly parted, little moans escaping your mouth, your breasts bouncing with every thrust…

‘Since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll make sure that you’re feeling full’, he started to feel you clenching around him, ‘Beg me to come inside you, and don’t stop playing with yourself’.

He grabbed your wrist, making sure your hand stayed between your legs.

‘Pl-please master, want you to come inside me. Please’, you arched your back as you felt your orgasm growing closer.

His thrusts got sloppier, breathing heavier…

‘S-shit’, Illumi let out a sigh as he still felt you clenching around him, ‘A-are you okay?’. ‘More than okay’, you smiled before placing a swift kiss on his cheek.

‘Want me to teach you something else?’.

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regatoni1 · 1 year

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~Chapter One~

chapter one of twenty-eight

When you arrived at Dolle Harbor, you knew that the bus was not the way to the exam site.

Really, how stupid are these people?

You watched with pity as many people get on the bus.

You looked around, taking in the sights of what could be your competition. You wore a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants, and always kept your hood up. You weren't stupid, you knew that as a woman attempting to become a Hunter, you'd already have the odds pinned up against you, and as sad as it was, you knew you needed to keep your gender a secret to stay under the radar and to just be another candidate for the exam, and not some girl just trying to run with "the big boys".

As you looked around, you noticed a young trio arguing about which way to go. One was a young boy who couldn't have been older than 13, who was wearing a green sweater with green shorts and matching green boots and wanting to go towards a big cedar tree, and a slightly older blonde boy wearing white undergarments and a blue shawl who decided to follow him, while the oldest of the three was wearing a blue suit with a cyan tie that wanted to take the bus.

You sighed. That's cute. I think that boy has a lot of potential. Ah well, better make my way to the exam site before nightfall.

You made your way there on your own.

As you walked into the first phase of the exam, a small green bean approached you and handed you a number. 406? Damn, I thought I would at least be in the first 100 to arrive here. As you waited for an examiner to make an appearance, the boy you saw in the harbour walked up to you.

"Hi! My name's Gon. What's yours?"

He seems so sweet! I guess there's no danger in having at least one friend.

"My name's (y/n)," and with that simple statement, Gon's eyes lit up like you just told him the best news in the world, and you couldn't help but smile at his innocence. You could tell that you were going to get along with him just fine.

"Do you want to come meet my friends, (y/n)?" Gon asked with excitement in his eyes.

"Uh... M-maybe later. I think I'm going to walk around and scope out the area," you responded nervously. Having one friend was nice, but you really didn't want too many people knowing that you were a female.

"Ok. See you later (y/n)!" Gon said excitedly as he ran back towards his friends. You chuckled and waved at him.

You started to walk around the place, and saw a commotion happening to your right, so you walked over to see what was happening.

You couldn't believe your eyes. You saw a man kneeling on the ground, screaming out in agony as his arms turned into flower petals that calmly drifted to the ground. You watched, only intrigued by what was happening in front of you.

"My how unusual," you heard a voice say. You wanted to look up, and see who caused this mans arms to disappear, but the sight was too interesting for you to peel your eyes off of. "Seems this poor man's arms have turned into flower petals," the voice said almost playfully. "Now you see them, now you don't." You finally looked up from the crumpled mess on the ground, and what you saw was far more interesting.

You don't really know what you were expecting to see, but a tall man who dressed himself like a magician was definitely not it. He had a mix of deep pink and a nice shade of purple hair, and he was wearing a white crop top with puffy shoulders on top of a pink undershirt. You mentally applauded him for his questionable, but refreshing style.

"You should be more careful," the mysterious stranger continued. "And do apologize if you bump into someone." he finished.

You knew you shouldn't have been so intrigued by him, but you couldn't help it. The danger he showed was enticing to you, and made you highly curious, but also highly cautious. You looked back up to his face and noticed he was staring straight at you with a smirk. You silently cursed yourself for staring, and walked towards a wall so you could rest. As you walked, you felt a strong presence behind you.

#hunterxhunter #hxh #hisoka #hisokaxreader #hisokaff #hisokafanfiction #hisoka x reader #hisoka fanfiction #hisoka ff #hisoka x yn #hisokaxyn

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loyalxstar · 8 months

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Kurapika and aizawa aka Red eyes Duo ❤️‍🔥 (ye i made that name of the duo)

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kingsleywrites · 1 year

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About Me + Request Guild lines (Please read before requesting anything)

Hello, so I have just decided to write on Tumblr so I created this blog! I also write on wattpad my name on there is King-0f-Hearts and I am in the process of getting an AO3 account. I have a main account here where I just mess around and post on the occasion.

A little bit about me!:

My name is Elijah but you can call me either King/Kingsley or Elijah/Eli I am fine with either of those.

I am a trans man (he/him) and I'm omnisexual

I decided to start writing on Tumblr in hope of not only getting my work out there but also to help improve my writing and get requests. i also want to write without sticking to a specific book like this is any different but i guess this is how my brain will work

Request Guild lines:

My request box will most likely always be open so don't be shy to shoot a request over to me, I will be more than happy to do it.

Things I will do:

Fluff

Angst

male x male

male reader

gender neutral reader

FTM reader

platonic

romantic

Obsessive

Yandere

Suggestive scenes (No smut and as long as they are within any guidelines of the people being written)

Headcanons

Drabble/short stories (are they the same? idk)

Little disclaimer I just decided to start writing obsessive and yandere alts of characters and due to me never doing something like that before it may be very cliche and just outright bad

Things I won't do:

Smut (I do not feel comfortable writing it)

Age gap

Female reader (y'all have enough stories go read your own, there are not enough male reader and gender neutral reader stories out there so just let us have this)

character x character (I just dont really enjoy writing it, I have nothing against it just isnt what I really want to write for)

Fandoms/Characrters I write for:

Shows/TV:

Gravity Falls (Dipper, Mabel)

Arcane (Vi, Jinx, Milo, Silco, Claggor)

Anime:

Hunter x Hunter (Killua, Gon, Kurapika)

Promise Neverland (Ray, Norman, Don)

Attack On Titan (Levi, Eren, Armin)

Black Butler (Ciel, Alois, Finny, May-Rin)

Blue Exorcist (Rin, Yukio)

Movies:

None, open to suggestions :)

Games:

DSMP, only using the characters in the SMP and not their real life selves (Dream, Technoblade, Tommyinnit, Georgenotfound, BadBoyHalo, Wilbur, Tubbo, Quackity, Ranboo)

Resident Evil, only 2 and 4 because those are the only games I've seen so far. (Leon)

Sally Face (Sal, Larry, Travis, Todd, Ashley)

Cuphead, ONLY PLATONIC (Cuphead, Mugman)

Little Nightmares 1 & 2, ONLY PLATONIC (Mono, Six, Runaway kid)

Other (Books, other pieces of media etc.):

Any of Wilbur's bursonas (Simpbur, Argbur etc.)

Genloss Ranboo (I know very little about Genloss and I plan to educate myself because from what small bits I've seen it's so cool)

Creepypastas (Jeff the killer, Ticci Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Ben Drowned, Jane the killer, Clockwork)

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This list is subject to change as my interests change and I gain and lose hyper fixations. Probably the Fandoms that I'm in the most in Resident Evil, Gravity Falls and DSMP but I will still write for the others.

Just because a character from one of the fandoms isn't on the list doesn't mean you can't request it it just might take a little bit because these are the characters that I know the most about.

If any of the creators or characters that are written about say or have said that they are not comfortable with stories being written about them I will remove them from the list and remove the stories if needed.

I don't have a writing schedule so if it takes me a long time to get your ask posted I am sorry! I just take forever to write and then I will get really distracted or I just won't want to write one day.

Thank you for checking out this blog, feel free to request something!

My main account:

My Wattpad account:

Update! I got an AO3 account! I already made a separate post about this but here's the account on this post so people can find it easier:

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justxaxbit · 1 year

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A Killugon AU Idea

An Ice Skating AU, in which Killua and Gon need to become a pair and work together (Ice Skating Couples). And the rest is history

(Their coach could even be Biscuit)

#i give this idea away for anyone who want to do it tbh #it could be amazing and so entertaining at the same time #the details would give the spice to all of this #hunter x hunter #hxh #hunterxhunter #killugon #fanfiction #hxh fanfic #hxh fanfiction #hxh killua #manga hxh #killua zoldyck #gon freecs #hxh gon #justxtalking

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littleturtle95 · 1 year

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I wrote my first hisoillu for a writing challenge, the prompt was “do it and I’ll kill you” + “smut” and I... do not regret it.

I plan on doing it again.

Who knows if I’ll translate it in English tho

#hisoillu #hisoka morow #illumi zoldyck #fanfiction #writing #my fanfics #hxh #hunterxhunter

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aifanfictions · 6 months

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write a story about (y/n) finding an injured Meruem (fro the anime Hunter x Hunter) after is fight with the chairman of the Hunter association. (y/n), not knowing who she is, decides to help and uses her healing abilities to save his life.

A Tender Melody

In the heart of the secluded forest, (Y/N) continued to tend to Meruem's injuries and assist him in his recovery. As the days passed, their connection grew stronger, and the once-mighty Chimera Ant King found himself drawn further into the enigmatic world of human emotions.

Under the gentle care of (Y/N), Meruem's injuries gradually healed, but it was the mending of his heart that was the most profound transformation. His vulnerability and newfound emotions were perplexing to him, and he struggled to comprehend the profound changes occurring within his being.

"(Y/N)," he spoke her name softly one evening, his voice carrying an almost childlike innocence, "I do not know what I am feeling. It is as if my heart, once hardened, is now… thawing. What is happening to me?"

(Y/N), sitting beside him, looked into his eyes with understanding. "Meruem, you are experiencing emotions, something every human knows well. It's not a weakness but a strength, a testament to your capacity for change and growth."

Meruem's crimson eyes, once filled with a sense of invincibility, now revealed a vulnerability and curiosity that intrigued (Y/N). They began to share stories of their pasts, their dreams, and their perceptions of the world. Meruem's inquiries about the intricacies of human existence were met with patience and warmth.

With each passing day, the forest's beauty and the bond between (Y/N) and Meruem deepened. They explored the wonders of nature together, and (Y/N) introduced him to the world of music, playing her favorite tunes on a small, portable instrument she had brought with her.

The melodies she played seemed to resonate with Meruem in a way nothing else had. The music carried emotions he had never before encountered, and they touched his heart deeply. It was as if (Y/N)'s music became the bridge between their worlds, allowing Meruem to express his emotions through the power of melody.

One evening, Meruem stood beneath the forest's canopy, his crimson eyes focused on the horizon. (Y/N) joined him, playing a soft, soothing melody that echoed through the trees. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a breathtaking palette of colors across the sky.

In that serene moment, Meruem turned to (Y/N), his voice quivering with sincerity. "I want to protect this place, our sanctuary, and the melodies that have awakened my heart."

(Y/N) smiled, her eyes filled with warmth. "You're already doing that, Meruem, simply by being here and sharing in the beauty of this world."

Meruem's transformation, once marked by his insatiable hunger for power, had now culminated in a different kind of strength—an emotional depth and a yearning for understanding. He didn't know how to label it, but he was captivated by (Y/N), who had shown him the profound beauty of the human experience.

Their connection deepened, and the tenderness of their bond blossomed. They laughed, shared stories, and embraced the world's wonders together. Love, an emotion once foreign to Meruem, became a powerful force in his life.

One day, as they stood near a crystal-clear stream, Meruem found himself struggling to express his emotions. "I feel something for you that I cannot define," he admitted, his crimson eyes fixed on (Y/N). "It's as if my heart aches when you're not near. What is this?"

(Y/N) took his hand and looked into his eyes with a gentle smile. "Meruem, what you're feeling is love. It's a profound and beautiful emotion that binds people together. And I feel the same way."

In the heart of the forest, amidst the rustling leaves and the soft melodies of the stream, (Y/N) and Meruem's love story continued to unfold. Their love was a testament to the transformative power of emotions and the enduring strength of the human spirit.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, (Y/N) and Meruem's bond deepened, their love growing stronger with each passing moment. The once-mighty Chimera Ant King had not only healed physically but had undergone a profound transformation, becoming a protector of the forest and a guardian of the tender melodies that had unraveled his heart.

In the quiet embrace of the forest, their love story became an enduring testament to the power of human emotions and the extraordinary capacity for change and growth, even in the most unlikely of hearts.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

#x reader #reader insert #meruem x reader #meruem x you #meruem x y/n #Fanfiction #Meruem #Y/N #LoveStory #Emotions #Transformation #HunterxHunter #Healing #Nature #Music #TenderMelody

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undyneluvs · 11 months

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INTRODUCTION

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Hello!! My name is Alexis, I’m 21 years old and a multifandom writer. I write smut, fluff, angst, literally anything. Here are the fandoms and characters I write for!

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FANDOMS

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UNDERTALE

Undyne

Papyrus (NO SMUT)

Alphys

Sans

Mettaton

Asgore

Toriel

DELTARUNE

Kris (NO SMUT)

Ralsei (NO SMUT)

Susie (NO SMUT)

Noelle (NO SMUT)

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Izuku Midoriya

Tsuyu Asui

Katsuki Bakugou

Shoto Todoroki

Ochako Uraraka

Denki Kaminari

Tamaki Amajiki

Present Mic

Eijiro Kirishima

HAIKYUU!!

Tooru Oikawa

Tobio Kageyama

Shoyo Hinata

Kei Tsukkishima

Tetsuro Kuroo

Yu Nishinoya

Kiyoko Shimizu

Ryunosuke Tanaka

Koshi Sugawara

Daichi Sawamura

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Hajime Iwaizumi

Satori Tendou

Chainsaw Man

Power

Aki

Denji (NO SMUT)

Makima

Death Note

L Lawliet

Light Yagami

Misa Amane

Nate River / Near (NO SMUT)

Mello

Matt

Naruto

Naruto Uzamaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Itachi Uchiha

Sakura Haruno

Kakashi Hatake

Gaara

Kiba Inuzuka

Sasori

Kankuro

Temari

Shikamaru Nara

Hunter x Hunter

Kurapika

Killua Zoldyck (NO SMUT)

Gon Freecss (NO SMUT)

Hisoka

Illumi Zoldyck

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Boundaries / what I will not write

Pregnancy kink

Watersports

Foot fetish

Mentions of S/H

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REQS OPEN

BTW!! If requesting please specify gender or I’ll choose!!

#undyneluvs #fanfic #y/n #undertale #chainsawman #naruto #hxh #hunterxhunter #deathnote #death note #writer #fanfiction #haikyuu #deltarune #my hero academia

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maxcomplainsaboutthings · 2 years

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getting back into the HxH fandom is like a dice roll every time i want to look up any media about them because art? immediet CP. fanfiction? proshipping and mischaracterization. it hurts. where do i find normal people in this fandom i dont wanna see anyone simping over a child predetor (looking at you hisoka stans)

#hxh #hxh hisoka #HunterXHunter #gon hxh #killua hxh #Gon Freecss #Killua Zoldyck #killua x gon #fanfiction problems #dont even get me started on whats on wattpad

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shiftingparadise · 2 years

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I loveddd your phinks fwb piece you wrote!!! Could you do a part two please? 💗

I love this man with my entire heart 🥹, so thank you for requesting a part 2, really enjoyed writing this one (I hope you like it too!).

Warnings: A little bit smutty, not too much 🤓 often suggestive though

Hope everyone's doing fine, enjoy reading 🤍✨

Word count: 3169

‘Thanks’, you avoided his eyes when he handed you your latte. ‘Want to go over the plan again?’. ‘No, I understand’, you closed your eyes when you took a sip.

You might not have been able to look at the blonde, but Phinks couldn’t keep his eyes away from you. The way your tiny hands were holding the cup, as if you were trying to warm them around a fire… Or the way you smiled contently when you took your first sip, your eyes closed in pleasure… How did he never notice how beautiful you are?

‘Fine, but don't blame me when things go to hell’. ‘You don’t trust me?’, you opened one eye, the lid of the cup still stroking your bottom lip. ‘Did you ever finish a mission successfully?’. ‘Hey!’, you immediately stood up from the edge of the bed you were sitting on. ‘What? You never listen to what boss says’.

Were things just going to go back to normal? Back to hating each other?

‘I just need to get those fucking diamonds, right? What’s the big deal?’. ‘The big deal?’, Phinks gritted his teeth together, ‘I will need to clean up the mess you’ve made if you fail, because it’s not like you ever take responsibility for your actions’. ‘What do you know about me, huh?’, you pushed him, earning a throbbing vein on his temple in response.

What did he know about you? You practically told him your entire life story in your drunken haze yesterday.

‘Push me again and-‘, ‘And what?’, you chuckled, ‘What are you going to do, Phinks? Fight me?’.

Fight you? No, he didn’t want to fight you. He wanted to throw you on the bed again and show you who’s in charge, but he couldn’t do that, could he?

‘Tsk’, he smirked when he noticed the look in your eyes. There wasn’t any hate in them, nor anger. You were provoking him. The way the corners of your mouth were slightly lifted said plenty.

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, staring at each other with racing hearts.

‘H-huh?’.

You froze when you could feel Phinks’ hand cup your cheek. His eyes were soft, but the expression on his face was as cold as ever.

‘What are you doing?’, you lowered your eyes, jaw clenching. ‘What?’, Phinks frowned, unsure if he crossed a line. ‘Y-your hand-‘, ‘What about it?’.

‘Don’t’, you pulled away from his touch, ‘D-don’t touch me like that’.

His heart dropped to his stomach when he noticed the cold look in your eyes. He couldn’t be the only one who felt it, right? The fireworks the first time he kissed you, or the warm, tingling feeling that flowed through his veins when he saw your love-drunk eyes staring into his only hours ago.

‘You weren’t complaining-‘, ‘Stop’, you looked at him, eyes burning with anger, ‘We had an agreement’. ‘Y/N-‘, Phinks tried to grab your wrist, but you quickly pulled away. ‘What? What do you want?’. ‘I just want to talk about what happened’.

You were like math to him, impossible to understand.

‘Why?’, you chuckled, ‘I hate what happened. I hate the fact I let you touch me’.

Why? Why were you doing this when you were so desperate for his affection?

‘H-hey!’, you tried to protest, to pull away when his strong hand grabbed your jaw, but once his lips met yours you instantly melted into his touch.

‘Hate liars’, a cold sigh, ‘But don’t worry, it’s not like you’re that special, princess’. ‘D-don’t ever touch me like that again’, your aura filled with anger, hands shaking. ‘Like I said, you’re not that special’, he chuckled before walking out the door again.

Once you heard the door closing, you immediately let down your guard. With a loud sigh, you jumped on the bed, head pushed into a pillow. Why were your cheeks burning? Why did you feel all warm and fuzzy around him? You wanted nothing more than to throw your hands around his neck, jump into his arms, and smell the familiar scent of his perfume again.

‘Wake up, princess’. ‘S-shut up’, you turned around, pulling the sheets over your head. ‘Get ready, it’s almost time’.

‘Where did you go?’.

‘None of your business’. ‘Asshole’, you gritted through your teeth. ‘Get up’, he roughly pulled the blankets away from you.

‘S-shit’, you hastily searched for the sheets, cheeks already burning.

‘Huh?’, he widened his eyes when he saw you were wearing one of his shirts, ‘W-why are you-‘. ‘Shut up Phinks!’.

The blonde watched you as you ran into the bathroom, your cheeks burning red. You looked so pretty in his shirt, too pretty to forget.

‘Tsk’, he smiled when he realized you went through his bag just to put on one of his shirts, ‘What’s wrong, princess? Can’t go a couple of hours without me?’.

He frowned when he heard the door of the bathroom unlock. Were you going to admit your defeat?

‘I said shut up, Phinks!’.

The blonde barely managed to dodge the bottle of soap you’d thrown at him before you quickly locked the door again.

‘Missed me, princess’, the vein of his temple started to throb again.

He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop the thoughts of pinning you against the wall, your fragile wrists in his hands, his nose brushing against yours while he promised you to make you behave.

‘Ugh!’, you grunted in frustration, hands once again in your hair as you were sitting on the toilet lid.

‘What’s wrong? Embarrassed?’, Phinks knocked on the door, his forehead resting against it. ‘Go away!’. ‘Don’t worry, won’t tell anyone you couldn’t miss me for a couple of hours-‘.

You quickly opened the door, your heart racing with anger and powerlessness.

‘Move’.

You wanted to tell him that you missed his scent. That you were wearing his shirt so that it felt as if he was lying next to you, but you couldn’t. It was obvious your mind started to romanticize what happened between the two of you. You hated him, you hated him since the first moment you saw him, and that couldn’t change overnight.

‘Make me’, a smirk while he was leaning against the door frame. ‘We don’t have time for this’. ‘You mean you don’t have time. I just need to put on a suit’.

Every attempt to sneak under his arm or to push him away was futile. Maybe if you used your nen-abilities… But that would be a little too much, wouldn’t it?

‘What’s wrong? Confused not everyone does whatever the little princess wants?’, the blonde chuckled, enjoying every moment of this.

There was only one way out, which you preferred to avoid, but it seemed like you had no other choice.

‘H-huh?’, Phinks widened his eyes when he saw you pull his shirt over your head, exposing your perfect breasts once again.

‘What’s wrong? Confused you’re not the only one who can play this game?’, you nonchalantly pushed the blonde aside, a smile on your face.

A bra. Where was your bra? Why weren’t you wearing one? Did you plan this? Phinks felt lost, memories of the previous night flashing before his eyes.

‘Brat’, Phinks gritted through his teeth before entering the bathroom. ‘Don’t be too long, need to put on some make-up’.

‘Here’, now it was his turn to throw something towards your head, ‘Or is that mirror over there not big enough for your highness?’.

You managed to catch your bag of make-up just in time.

‘Thanks peasant’, you replied smugly, ‘Do dress up, I don't want my bodyguard to look bad’.

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‘Finally’, you sighed while standing up from the bed, ‘Took you long en-‘.

Wait? What? Was this the man who entered the bathroom 20 minutes ago?

‘Can you help me with this?’, Phinks held up his arm, ‘The buttons are too small, can’t close them’.

‘Okay’, you quietly responded, adjusting your dress before walking toward the blonde.

‘H-here, that should do it’, you gently let go of his arm when you closed the buttons on his sleeve. ‘Thanks’, his eyes were fixed on the painting next to him.

He couldn’t look at you, not too long anyway. With your make-up beautifully matching your red dress, your hair neatly in a bun, the jewels Chrollo got you… You looked even more stunning than the first time he saw you.

‘Let’s go’, you cleared your throat, ‘Driver’s probably waiting’.

Phinks, now happily, took on his role as your bodyguard. He guided you outside and opened every door for you, while making sure no one let their eyes linger a little too long on your perfect body.

‘Be careful’, he almost whispered while looking out of the car. ‘Hm’, you sighed while looking at the matching ring Chrollo got you. It was obvious he wanted to make sure you fitted in the high-end crowd.

‘If anyone tries to-‘, ‘Hey, you’re my bodyguard. It’s your job to protect me’, a thin line appeared between your brows. ‘You know you need to steal the diamonds on your own, right?’, Phinks slowly turned his head, ‘Or weren’t you – once again – not listening?’. ‘

W-what?’, you nervously giggled, ‘O-of course I knew that, psh’.

You wanted to slap yourself. You really needed to pay more attention when someone explained the details of a mission.

‘Idiot’, the blonde sighed, ‘Asked you this morning to go over the plan again’. ‘I know, I know’, you closed your eyes, ‘I’m sorry’.

Huh? Did you just apologize?

‘H-hey! What are you doing?’, you instantly moved closer to the door when Phinks started pinching your arm. ‘You just apologized, and you expect me to believe you’re… well, you?’.

You crossed your arms in discontent before cursing the blonde.

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‘Of course I knew you were the governor. How could anyone forget such a handsome face?, you tried to put on your prettiest, most innocent smile.

Phinks hated the way you were pushing your body against his. Fine, you needed to get some information, but why like this?

You snapped with your fingers, signaling Phinks to move closer. ‘What do you need, boss?’.

It took all the blonde’s strength to call you his boss, to pretend he was a little puppy you could order around.

‘Get me some more wine, will you?’, a smug look on your face when you saw the familiar vein on his temple.

‘Sorry boss, need to stay with you at all times’ . ‘Oh it’s fine, I’ll keep her safe’, the older man grabbed your waist, his nose brushing against your cheek, ‘Maybe show her the diamonds…’.

You wanted nothing more than to pull away, but you couldn’t. You were so close… Once he showed you where the diamonds were, you could knock him out and run.

‘Tsk’, Phinks couldn’t hide his discontent, but he just had to suck it up for the sake of this mission.

‘Huh?’, his eyes widened when you weren’t in the same spot anymore. He quickly scanned the room. After a minute, he concluded you weren’t here anymore. After all, Phinks would’ve immediately seen you in your beautiful, red dress. You were the prettiest girl here, no one could even come close to your beauty.

‘So, where are the diamonds?’, you faked a drunk giggle, your hand resting on the man’s arm, ‘Been wondering how they look up close’. ‘Ssh’, the man smirked, ‘I’ll be fired if they find out I brought a pretty girl like you here’. ‘Oh stop it’, you let your forehead rest against his shoulder, ‘I just really want to see them’.

‘Follow me’.

You let the man grab your hand as he carefully unlocked the door with a password.

‘O-oh’, your eyes flew open when you saw the diamonds, heart racing in excitement. They were truly breathtaking; unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

‘Think it’s time to thank me, don’t you?’, the man let the door fall shut, his arms wrapped around your waist while his chin was resting on your shoulder. ‘Get off me’, a cold reply now you knew where the diamonds are. ‘Huh?’, he smirked while tightening his grip, ‘Don’t tell me you tricked me, because that wouldn’t be nice’, his hand now traveling to your breasts, ‘A pretty girl like you sure knows her place, right? She knows how fast a governor could spread a little lie to ruin her life’.

Was he seriously threatening you? This was getting funnier by the minute.

‘Do we really need to do th-‘, ‘I know who you are’, his nose digging into your hair as he took in your scent, ‘Y/N L/N, running from the law since you were a kid. I mean, can’t blame you when you grow up in a dump’. ‘H-how do you-‘. ‘There’s this really nice kid who can predict the future with her nen-abilities. Dad’s an asshole, but for a good price, he sells her predictions’.

‘What stops me from killing you?’, your aura growing bigger by the second. ‘What was his name again? Oh right, Phinks’, the man chuckled, ‘Wouldn’t want him to get in trouble now, would we? I don’t ask much’, his fingers softly pushed the strip of your dress from your shoulder, ‘Just a quick fuck, and I’ll let you go’.

Phinks? How did he know Phinks’ name?

‘See? Even a criminal like you knows when to listen’, his hot breath sent shivers down your spine as he slowly opened the back of your dress.

A nauseous, suffocating feeling took over your senses. If there was even the tiniest chance that he could hurt Phinks…

‘Those clothes didn’t fit you anyway. Way too elegant for a low-life like y-‘.

With a loud bang, the secured door flew open. Relief rushed over your body when you saw Phinks standing in the door frame. For once, you were happy to see the throbbing vein on his temple, along with his wicked grin.

‘Thought you could handle things yourself?’. ‘He knows who we are’, you quickly readjusted your dress, ‘Some girl can predict the future. They knew we were coming’. ‘Are those fake?’, the blonde nodded towards the diamonds, ‘And I suggest you’re honest if you want to keep some of your limbs’.

‘N-no please, I-I won’t tell anything’, the man quickly raised his hands. ‘I don’t care’, Phinks took hold of his collar, ‘You touched her’.

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‘At least we got the diamonds’, Phinks took off his shirt. ‘Hm’, you replied while biting on the inside of your lip.

Phinks’ brows drew together at your response. You’d been absent-minded ever since you entered the car back to the hotel.

‘You okay?’, the blonde looked into the bathroom. ‘Yeah, it’s nice we got them’, you sighed while putting your hair in a messy bun.

He decided he wasn’t going to reply or to correct you, not until you laid down next to him. Maybe you were just tired.

‘Night’, you laid down on your side, back facing towards him.

‘Did he hurt you?’, Phinks clenched his jaw at the thought, his hands resting underneath his head while staring at the ceiling. ‘What? You don’t think I can handle someone like him? You think I’m that weak?’, you snapped back.

‘Yes or no’.

You lowered your eyes, your heart sinking into your stomach. He didn’t actually hurt you, and you were probably just overreacting … but the venomous words he whispered into your ear as he forced himself onto you kept replaying themselves in your head.

‘No’, you closed your eyes.

You froze when you felt his arm wrap around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

‘Hate liars’, his chin rested on top of your head.

What was happening? Why did you start to shake? Why did your eyes start to sting?

‘Huh?’, Phinks’ eyes flew open as he heard your sobs, ‘Y/N?’.

‘I’m a bad person, right? I’ve killed people, I like to hurt them, I like to steal things… I’m just a waste of space’.

What could he tell you? What did you want to hear? Of course, you're a bad person, at least in the eyes of most.

‘Maybe to some, but not to me. I don’t think you’re a bad person. I think you do everything for the people you care about, even if that means stealing or killing others’. ‘S-shut up’, you smiled with tears in your eyes, ‘You’re just as bad’.

‘Maybe’.

You slowly turned around, your hands resting against his toned chest.

'You looked cute in my shirt today' Phinks gently brushed through your hair. 'Please', you almost whispered. 'What?', he frowned at the lack of context. 'One more night before pretending we never-'.

The blonde cut off your sentence with a kiss. You didn't need to repeat yourself. Phinks was aching for the warmth of your body.

'Not going to hold back tonight', he whispered in between kisses, 'Not going to be careful'. ‘Don’t want you to’.

Within seconds, Phinks had your face pushed into the matress, pushing you further off the edge with every thrust.

‘F-fuck you drive me crazy’, he tightened his grip around your hair, ‘Wanted to fuck you like this yesterday too’, heavy breaths left his lungs, ‘Been thinking about it ever since’.

It sure was different from the other night, better in some ways.

‘Let me see those pretty eyes’, Phinks swiftly turned you around, ‘Don’t care if you come, or if you’re tired… So don’t bother to tell me, just want you to be a good girl and let me use you for once’.

He placed a gentle kiss on your temple before wrapping his hand around your throat.

‘And don’t worry, princess, the night isn’t over after this’.

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‘Good job’, Chrollo smiled when you threw the bag of diamonds at his feet, ‘Think it’s time for us to leave this town. I’ll see everyone back home in a couple of days, think it’s best if we move in separate groups’.

You nodded in agreement before walking over to the girls.

‘Lovebirds’, Feitan mischievously looked at Phinks. ‘What did you say?’, Phinks immediately raised his voice. ‘Don’t try to deny it’, Shalnark smugly responded, ‘Or did you think we wouldn’t notice those?’. ‘What?’, Phinks gritted his teeth. ‘These’, Shalnark pointed towards the dark spots on his neck.

Phinks’ mind started to replay the memories of last night. A smile on his face when he thought about the way you wrapped around him as he pushed you against the wall. God, his hand fitted perfectly around your neck-

‘Lovebirds’, Feitan repeated himself when he saw the smile on the blonde’s face. ‘Shut up, Fei!’, Phinks raised his voice, quickly grabbing one of the loose stones in the abandoned building. ‘Run, Fei!’, Shalnark yelled after the dark-haired man as he watched Phinks run after him. ‘Lovebirds, lovebirds, lovebirds’, Feitan childishly repeated himself with the mischievous smile still on his face.

‘H-huh?’, you tilted your head, ‘Wonder what they’re fighting about now’.

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𝓜𝓻𝓼. 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓯𝓮𝓻

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 - 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞.

𝟨. 𝖢𝖮𝖭𝗙𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖣

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“How fucking stupid,” Rafit complained as he drove off infuriated after he had dropped you at the headquarters.

He just didn't understand why he had to deal with your ass all the time. He loathed you. And for what?

No matter how much he wanted to think of a reason there was nothing. It annoyed him. Speeding up he didn't notice the woman crossing the road.

As their eyes unexpectedly met Rafit instantly hit the brakes and spun the wheel to avoid colliding with the lady who was crossing the road unaware of the speeding car.

Barely avoiding hitting the lady, Rafit raised his head and immediately tried to find the woman.

“Fuck.” Rafit cursed as he hurriedly got out of the car and saw the woman trembling with her arms wrapped around herself.

At the sight, he immediately ran towards her. He could tell she was shaken up and startled.

The woman had ginger-colored tresses which were elaborately dressed with ribbons.

Her face where slight freckles could be seen was pale and her eyes were silver gray.

As he put a hand on her shoulder the woman turned to look at him surprisingly.

Noticing her alarmed gaze, he attempted to softly speak to her.

“Are you alright? I’m sorry for scaring you, I lost my damned control and sped up my car without knowing you were crossing the road.”

“I..”

She paused momentarily to check if the man standing in front of her had gotten hurt in any way.

She was still stunned but she needed to make sure that he had not been harmed.

After all, it might've been his fault for not being careful however he had just saved her.

Raising her hand towards his face, she placed a hand on his cheek where a bruise could be seen.

When he felt her fingers, he flinched; he had not been touched with such gentleness since his childhood.

He was no stranger to women and had felt their hands on all parts of his body, but her touch made him feel like he belonged someplace.

Both of them stood staring at each other confusingly.

Unknowingly Rafit’s face slightly turned red and so did hers. She ripped her hand away from his face after realizing what she was doing.

“Apologies! I’m perfectly and completely fine, you do not need to worry yourself over me!” She sputtered embarrassingly while she turned her back towards him and covered her face with her hands, entirely forgetting about how she almost got run over by a car.

Eventually snapping out of his thoughts he put on a stern face and said “Well that's all I needed to hear, I must be on my way now.”

Turning to leave he suddenly halted as he heard the woman speak again.

“Thank you.”

Looking back he was mesmerized by the gentleness that could be seen in her eyes.

From those eyes came a sense of home, a home that he once had.

Now never to be remembered.

...

“A contract?” You questioned as you gazed at Manote suspiciously.

“Yes, it's for your own good as well. I've heard that you have been having difficulties in your work nowadays..”

At the statement, you pursed your lips. You understood what he was hinting at, the constant bickering never stopped about how you were slowly becoming useless.

It ticked you off in ways that could not be defined as it was all bullshit.

“Are you suggesting.. that I am not dependable anymore?” You questioned as you folded your arms straining to suppress your anger.

“I believe you have taken my words the wrong way Y/N, what I am trying to explain is that Mr. Kuroro here is willing to aid you,” Manote spoke and motioned to the man who was now seated beside you.

A few moments slowly passed as you sat thinking.

“The conditions Mr. Kuroro?” You inquired, breaking the silence that had dawned over the room.

You turned your head towards him and continued. “If you are going to sign the contract then you must have your own conditions as well.”

Looking at your serious face his lips curved into a smile.

Beginning to speak, “You are indeed correct-”

“How about you two discuss this later together alone after we’re done hm?” Manote cut in subtly with a debatable expression.

You immediately became suspicious after he had just stopped Kuroro from answering your questions; however, this was exactly what you were waiting for.

You weren't that stupid to just believe that this was simply a contract.

Of course, if this was arranged by him, there would undoubtedly be underlying motives. Manote would never waste a chance to use you more than he already has.

However, the real question was what part did the man who was sitting next to you have in this?

“Here is the contract,” Manote said as he passed the contract to you.

As you picked up the paper your jaw slightly dropped.

“Mr. Kuroro has already signed it so you are the only one left,” he continued.

“Is this.. real?” You asked in disbelief.

Anyone could tell how shocked you were as you scanned the paper thoroughly over and over again, your eyes never leaving the paper.

“Of course, it is Y/N you wouldn't think I would give you a fake contract now, would you?”

A.. marriage contract.

You knew there would be something that you weren't aware of that would be thrown in your face.

But this... this was something you certainly didn't even hold as a possibility, previously thinking that it would be a normal business contract.

Could you so easily sign such a contract that you couldn't go back from?

But if this was only for business as Manote had said then it wouldn't be as bad as you were thinking.

Right?

Taking a deep breath you began to sign the contract denying all the invading thoughts.

For the decisions you make are not something that you can later on regret otherwise by now you would've killed yourself of the guilt that would consume you whole.

Turning back is not a choice that you could have.

Placing the pen back down on the paper you raised your head and felt a sense of perturbation fall over you, foreboding even.

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