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luvvsoft · 22 days

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ᰔᩚ male character x reader, angst, past breakup, toxic relationship, lots of tears, reminiscing, desperation like really bad… an unhealthy amount, you call your ex

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working on requests but i’m swamped by work<33 tysm if you requested, i’m getting to it !!

Ring, ring.

A sound you thought would never hear from this line again. You tried to move on— to block him and forget so many painful memories, but alas, you were too weak. Too focused on the memories that once were and what could have been of you.

You tried to forget the stinging tears and endless nights waiting for him to love you like you did that came with loving him. You tried to forget how he so easily left you for another, another that was infinitely better than you could have ever been. You really did try, but you couldn’t.

You promised to distance yourself, already shedding so many tears for him. You cared too much, while he cared so little— so little that your heart couldn’t take it. So little that you left, but here you were once again at his feet.

Clouded by your misery and loneliness, you called him. You promised yourself you wouldn’t, yet here you were: on the line, waiting for him to pick up, if he even would.

He wouldn’t, you concluded. The line had been ringing for too long, and he must not want to hear your voice. You shouldn’t have done it, even if you so desperately wanted to hear his sweet voice vibrate in your ears.

Voicemail.

He didn’t pick up, you were right. You shouldn’t have, you wouldn’t have. If it weren’t for the sight of a guy who looked just like him on the street, holding a girl’s hand. It reminded you of him— of how you used to be before he revealed who he really was. The face behind so many disguises, so many lies and deceptions.

A tear fell on your screen, would you really do this? Were you this desperate?

You knew the answer, and now he would too.

“Hey, I know you probably don’t want to hear from me, but I want to talk. I miss you a lot. Please call me back, please. I still love you so much. I’m sorry, but call me back and hear me out.”

Why couldn’t you let go of him?

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toxxicwrites · 4 months

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Part 1: Broken Wings (Yandere Illumi x Oc)

Yandere Ilumi x oc

Warning: depictions of abuse, suicidal thoughts, death, pregnancy, kidnapping, Illumi being a completely terrifying person just in general, and Hisoka being... Hisoka

Ilumi made his way through the crowded bar, weaving through drunken dancers before finally making his way to the bar and the red-haired man who sat upon one of the stools, his white hands swirling around the dark whiskey he held. Ilumi sat beside him.

“Why here?” he said. A wasted woman beside Illumi laughed loudly, sloshing her drink and bumping into him.

He continued, looking around blankly, “Why meet in an establishment… of this status.”

Hisoka laughed.

“Ah, rich boy, real entertainment is best found in the grimiest places.”

Hisoka took a sip of his drink, already drunk, Illumi noted. A roar erupted behind them, back entrance doors swung open, and people rushed in. Hisoka quickly downed the rest of his drink.

“It’s beginning.”

He briskly walked through the doors, Illumi following closely behind, watching as eager faces passed. The back doors opened out into an abandoned warehouse. Whereas Hisoka said, the real fun began. A boxing ring jutted out in the middle, and the crowd rushed toward it, cramming for the best view, leaning on the elastic bands. Hisoka walked through leisurely, parting the crowd as customers made their way for him, a few nodding their heads in acknowledgment.

“How long have you been coming here?” Illumi asked.

Hisoka shrugged, “Here and there, I find these fights especially interesting…”

A gong rang out, and Hisoka smirked.

“Here she comes.”

The crowd roared, and a figure entered the ring, adorned in a black robe that concealed any defining features. The mystery person raised their arms, and the crowd silenced. In a dramatic tear, the robe ripped off, revealing a young woman adorned in a dark purple one-piece and leotard resembling a circus girl. Her makeup, too, was exaggerated, with big doll eyes and bright red lips that extended her smile past its natural point, all but obscuring her natural features under its thick coating. Illumi scoffed; of course, Hisoka would bring him to a circus. She looked young, too, nothing like the fighter he was promised.

“Just wait,” Hisoka said, “You’ll see.”

The woman raised her arms, and the crowd started chanting.

“Red Robin!”

A big smile graced the woman’s features, playing into her character and further exciting the audience. A strand of white hair fell across her face as she bowed deeper, her smile widening as her eyes met his. His eyes widened slightly. How did she notice him? Hisoka stood beside him, grabbing another drink, oblivious to what he had witnessed. He continued watching after her, a growing curiosity- that would remain that and nothing more.

The fight did not sate his curiosity. It grew louder and hungrier as he watched her dance across the ring, capturing his full attention and devotion like the pull of a lover’s grasp. One by one, she took down all the opponents in the most beautiful and violent ways, putting on an elegant show- only for him, colored dark red by the blood she spilled.

The fight ended, and the voice of Hisoka faded in.

“Would you like to meet her?”

He looked sharply toward Hisoka, not answering.

The red-haired man laughed, patting his shoulder, “I’ll bring her out.”

Ilumi stood awkwardly by the bar, waiting for Hisoka and that woman. He grabbed another whiskey, tracing his finger on the edge, thinking about her. Hisoka’s drunken laugh drew his attention forward, where he saw the woman, closely hugged by Hisoka, his hand wrapped around her waist. Illumi stared at the pale hand, thinking about what it would be like, all bloodied and broken, detached from the waist of that woman. He blinked and looked up, meeting her eyes. Her face was bare of any makeup now, revealing her smooth pale skin, with a light spray of freckles across her nose that reached her rosy cheeks.

“Here she is,” Hisoka said, twirling her around in costume, “the esteemed fighter and belle of the ball.” She laughed, smooth and elegant, like that of a songbird. He longed to hear her laugh again.

She brought out her hand, meeting Illumi’s in a handshake. Her grip was firm, her hands calloused and rough, a fighter’s hands. He unwillingly let go, his dark black eyes meeting her warm brown ones.

“My name’s Robin,” She said with a smile and a cheeky yorknew accent.

“Illumi,” he answered, eyes not leaving hers.

She laughed again before bowing down dramatically, “Pleasure to meet ya, Mr. Illumi.” She looked back up from the bow, blowing white hair out of her face. In that moment, he knew. He knew he had to have her.

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“Pleasure to meet ya, Mr. Illumi,” She bowed low. Most of the patrons enjoyed the theatrics. He was different than the rest, though. He maintained an unrelenting eye contact that told her to run. But all men here were dangerous. Especially the pink-haired magician, whose hand had finally left her waist. He was charming in the way a game of Russian roulette called your name. Illumi, the man before her, seemed more composed, at least.

“I’ll leave you two to it then,” Hisoka said, giving her a wink before disappearing into the crowd. Great. The man’s expression didn’t change, his dark- dead- eyes revealing nothing. He wasn’t bad-looking, not at all, just strange. Their conversation continued by the bar, with Robin mostly leading it as Ilumi answered personal questions very vaguely. After a few more drinks, Robin found herself intoxicated. Despite the man’s quiet nature, his cheeks flushed red, and his eyelids hazed down. Robin watched as he took another sip of the whiskey, long eyelashes pointed down as his soft pink lips touched the glass. She smiled, then, leaning over, she whispered in his ear.

“Come with me.”

The pair stumbled through the backstage halls. Robin’s giggles echoed as she ran toward a door, dragging the man behind her. She fumbled with her keys, unlocking the stage room door. She pulled his tie, dragging him into the room and bringing her face to his. Her eyes half-lidded, she leaned in apprehensively, a small peck, and she moved back. Meeting his black eyes with her brown. He grabbed her waist, pulling her close to his body. In an instant, he was on her, hungrily returning the kiss with more passion and aggression. She gasped into the kiss, and he pushed harder. Her hand reached his hair, engraining themselves in the long, silky strands. He sat her down on a chair, continuing to kiss her throughout, leaving her gasping for air as his mouth trailed down her neck.

“Illumi,” she whispered as he trailed down further.

He reached the waistband of her skirt and slowly pulled it down, kissing her thighs as he went lower and lower. He reached her inner core with nimble fingers, and he brought himself up for another needy kiss before going down.

“What are you-” She gasped as she felt him.

“Oh-”

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white-poppie · 1 year

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Skyfall

Synopsis: Illumi and Chrollo seeing their s/o become hollow for the art they cherished all due to overworking themselves. Type: Drabble/Reaction (Requested) Genre: hurt/comfort Song rec: Skyfall (Adele) TW: fear of losing, slight mentions of depression, anxiety, crying, dizziness, insomnia, skipping meals, big sed :(

A/N: I have always been more of an artsy kid than sports; I was first in every school competition involving art, dance, and calligraphy etc, (still am very competitive bro fite me 😤) so I relate very much, thank you for the request and sorry for changing it a little.

Chrollo: (piano)

Trembling fingers that thrummed, against the white and black keys; the sound cascaded down like a river rapid. Your head swayed as your arms moved, the sound that felt mellifluous to the beholder was cacophonic in your ears making you clench your teeth and blink back the vexatious tears that fell on the bay today.

Chrollo leaned upon the doorframe of your room, his brows downturned in concern, as much as he hated interrupting he had to, "you have been playing for a while now, take a break."

You huffed and turned back to your notes sheet, squinting at the blurry letters until it was snatched away from your sight. You groaned and looked at Chrollo annoyedly.

“Come on you really expect me to just leet you be when you haven’t slept or eaten properly in days?” He says while keeping a hand on your shoulder

You look down in shame, both at your incompetence and the fact that you have neglected your boyfriend for so long, “it’s a huge recital,” you murmured, "all eyes would be on me, I can’t mess this up and make a fool of myself.”

Chrollo sighs and grabs you by your shoulder, "look at me me, y/n.”

You hesitantly peer into his azure eyes. An attractive, lop-sided grin etches upon his face that causes heat to rush to the tip of your ears.

“There you go,” he smiles, “now listen, you know how humans require at least eight hours of sleep to function properly?” You nod.

“And you haven’t rested all in so long, I am not telling you to stop practising, take a break your body and mind needs, then only can you perform well.”

You bite your tongue and stare at your calloused fingertips, "I keep messing this up, I don't know anymore, I am so tired."

Chrollo grabs your tender hands and brings them close to his lips, placing warm kisses on your fingers that make you giggle in glee.

"Let's order takeout and take a nap and then work on your performance, alright?." You nod, looking at how he is still cradling your hands.

"Give them and yourself some rest baby."

Illumi (art)

Brushes and colours were scattered haphazardly in your workplace, a terrain moulded by dried-up paints encrusted your palette as you kept on lathering the acrylics. The grip on your brush was frighteningly tight, and the heaviness with which you lifted your pencils now fell on your eyes too; half-lidded and blown in a way that no high could ever fathom, it was catharsis, masochistic and utterly tormenting.

You hadn't noticed Illumi staring at your work, probably because he was stealthy like a cat, but his porcelain face cracked a smile whenever he saw you engrossed in your work, but now he was worried.

Your drive towards art has always been an enigma. From the moment he first saw you as a teenager with pen doodles all over your arms, to when your love for art blossomed into an almost self-destructive endeavour.

"Y/N," he says and you look up, the whites of your eyes are bloodshot; searching for a magnum opus on canvases upon canvases that gathered in your room. They were magnificent, but you had been beating yourself up over sullen dreams.

Illumi closed his eyes for a second and picked up the easel and dragged it away from your sight along with the scattered supplies into the living room, despite your protests.

When he came back, your red eyes were now pearlescent with tears. Knees folded to your chest, Illumi carefully sat next to you.

He wraps a blanket around you and picks you up with ease and has you seated on his lap, "rest for a while and then we will figure things out." You nod and rest your head on his toned chest.

"We are in this together, Y/N."

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buggys-bumpkin · 1 year

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I’ve said this once I’ll say it again. Meruem and Komugi got me all kinds of messed up 😭😭

And when he said “ wake up komugi, let’s play” that shit made me feel so single but also so mf happy cause you can hear the smile in his voice 😭

#meruem x komugi #got me sobbing #I love them so much #hxh #hunterxhunter #hunter x hunter #Hxh angst

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just-a-pinecone · 10 months

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oh that’s cool but did you ever think about how you will never mean as much to anyone as killua and gon mean to each other? and you will never be able to imagine how they felt when they separated.

well, good night! [ominously]

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter angst #hxh angst #gon and killua #goodlucksleeping #(:#(: conveys sadness #unrelated i just thought it was necessary #yeah #hxh makes me sad #gon and killua farewell #hxh spoilers

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bun9ee · 2 years

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don’t you wanna love me at all?

character(s): hisoka morow warning(s): 18+ mdni, nsfw, hisoka himself is a red flag, consensual nude photography, afab/fem pronouns a/n: college!au. no beta we die like seongjun. insp by swmrs - hannah

He looks so pretty.

Perhaps the lust and euphoria are speaking for her, but she has never seen a sight more beautiful than the one before her. It perplexes her, considering he is one of the most obnoxious sybarites on campus, particularly one that would fuck anyone who is conventionally attractive. The thought of having a brief moment of appreciation for the narcissist has never crossed her mind until today. She ponders if it’s a given since he himself is an artist; it only makes sense for him to be as exquisite as his artworks. If so, she wonders if she is the critic that is responsible for his appraisal—

“Take a picture, darling. It’ll last longer.”

His sultry voice is the first thing that pulls her out of her trance. Then, it’s his lustful grin and the small whimper that escapes his lips when she shifts slightly. Then, it’s the way his cock twitches inside her. Upon discovering his silent dilemma, she offers him a grin of his own.

“That’s what I’ve been doing,” she purrs, hips beginning to move ever so slowly in a tortuous pace.

Frankly, she was content with having him tremble and whimper under her touch, but when he brought up the proposition to have a little ‘photoshoot’ after discovering her major—and of course he would be the one who came up with the idea—she couldn’t resist reaching for her polaroid camera and taking a picture for herself.

However, one picture turns into two, and two pictures turn into three; then, she finds herself spending her last stock of films. She doesn’t mind, though, especially when her view should be pictured, framed, and displayed at the most exclusive art gallery.

“A-Ah,” he moans wantonly, hands gripping the juncture between her waist and hips. “You’re gonna kill me, darling.”

“Mm-hmm,” she hums, still slowly bouncing on him as she takes advantage of his flustered state to take another picture. Click. “What would you do if I did?”

The question seems to fall on deaf ears; he clearly enjoys himself a bit too much. His expression shows one of pure euphoria—brows furrowed, eyes shut, lips parted. She might even have come from the sight alone. Still, she wills herself to stop, effectively pulling him out of his headspace and making him open his eyes. She almost shivers at how dilated his pupils are.

“This—” His grip tightens and he effortlessly lifts her before slamming her back onto his hips. The loss of control is not unwelcome. In fact, she lets out a moan just as wanton as the one he gave her before. “Is a good way to go. The best, even.”

She chuckles. “Do you say that to everyone you fuck?”

He feigns thinking. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

“You should think it over,” she breathlessly responds. A smirk graces her face when she takes out the freshly printed photograph from the top of the camera. “Wouldn’t want people to see this.”

He twitches again.

“Oh, you want people to see this.”

Her smirk only grows as she flicks the photograph a few times. After several seconds, it has developed nicely, and her breath hitches once she takes a good look at it. Even with only a flash as the source of lighting, she can clearly see how his pale complexion has a pretty rosy tint to it. His red hair is splayed on her pillow, framing his face in a way akin to a halo. His expression is contorted into one of pleasure, and it is downright sinful—she subconsciously clenches at the sight, drawing a whine out of his mouth. She understands why he would have wanted people to see this photograph. Other than the fact that he himself is a narcissist, the way his lips are parted and how his skin glistens in the photograph would have attracted a good number of bidders in an auction.

Alas, she wants to keep this one for herself.

“Well,” he speaks and pulls her out of her trance again, this time while sitting up to face her properly. It pains her how his movement makes the tip of his length graze her sensitive spot. He takes the picture from her hand and hums in approval. “I do think that I’m quite handsome, after all.”

She hums. “You think?”

He puts away the photograph and the camera—after swiftly taking it away from her—on the nightstand. In a blink, he pulls her into a kiss, letting her weight push him back onto the bed. Unlike him, their kiss is far from pretty; their teeth clash with each other and their tongues fight relentlessly for dominance, and at some point, she even tastes blood in her mouth. Even so, she takes it all in and gets lost within him again, failing to notice the way he grabs her waist and locks his legs around hers.

In one swift motion, he reverses their position without pulling out of her. Her surprised yelp is muffled by his lips, though he pulls away shortly after. A frown etches itself onto her face when she realizes he has just taken advantage of her dazed state to take control. However, she barely gets a word out of her mouth as he begins to thrust. Hard.

“I think—” He plants a kiss below her ear. “You got—” He nips at her bruised neck. “Sidetracked.”

When he stops, the whine that leaves her lips is undignified. Even when she clenches around him, he doesn’t resume. Instead, he reaches for the polaroid camera that he has put away earlier. At first, her face contorts in confusion, but realization quickly dawns on her when he locates the viewfinder with a mischievous grin.

“My turn.”

#hxh #hisoka x reader #hxh fluff #hxh smut #hxh angst #hisoka fluff #hisoka smut #hisoka angst #hunter x hunter #bungee.doc

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apricatjam · 1 year

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duckymcdoorknob · 2 years

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“If I only could, I’d make a deal with God. And I’d get him to swap our places.”

- Gon to Killua

#planet dumbfuck #hxh #Hunter x Hunter #Hunter Hunter #killugon #gon #killua #gon x killua #killua x gon #hxh killua #hxh gon #hxh angst #Hunter x Hunter angst #angst #anime #anime angst

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la-squadra1234 · 1 year

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Can you do “Hxh characters reacting to their adult child passing away.would they take care of their grandchild?” (Sorry huge angst)

Of course I can do it!

Thank you so much for the request

And it’s perfectly fine it’s really just whatever you want. As long as it does not break my rules I will do it!

BTW…can everyone please start telling me specifically what characters they want me to do it would take less time since I don’t know what characters do you want me to do I just do all of my usual ones, but I rather just know which ones you specifically want! It would be great if you guys could do that for me. Thank you!

Full credit to la-squadra1234

Feitan-he would definitely be very shocked, but he would keep his composure and keep it to himself. He would definitely take his grand child, and even though he does not want to because he wants to continue living his life and try his best to get over the grief, he will always take his grandchild in no matter what kind of circumstance it is.

Phinks-he would be very sad and he would make it noticeable to everybody. He would make sure to tell the phantom troupe what is going on in his life and how much grief he is going through and he would get tons of support and it’s exactly what he needs anyways he will definitely be taking in his grandchild. It’s the least that he can do anyways

Chrollo-he would shed a lot of tears, but he would keep a straight face while doing so he would definitely tighten his fists a lot because it keeps him from crying and he does not want to be too emotional in front of the phantom troupe along with his grandchild but he will always take in his family as it’s the only real biological family that he has left so he’s not gonna take that for granted he will always take his grandchild in

Nobunaga-he will keep crying over and over again. He will tell the phantom troupe what is going on and he will be sure to continuously cry to uvogin and he will also tell uvogin every single little detail he will be completely heartbroken, but he will always take his grand child and he feels as if it’s his responsibility to step in now that his child is dead and he just wants the best for his grandchild as it’s a hard time for the both of them

Hisoka-he will shed a few tears but he will only do it in private. He was a very laid-back parent, so he thinks that it will look very dumb if he shows a bunch of emotions, especially in public so he mainly keeps to himself. He may share a bit of his feelings with his grandchild along with illumi but he will spare the details for illumi as it’s not his business, and they only work together, and hisoka does not want to seem weak it will take a lot of thought and he will have to consider taking his grand child in but eventually he will just do it out of peer stress, and he will also be very sad and he will definitely lose tons of sleep because of it

Illumi-he would be heartbroken and absolutely heartbroken. It would be very noticeable as well so there’s no point in him hiding it from family. He will definitely stop assassinating people for a few months as he tries to get himself back together and back in order of course he would take his grandchild in after all his grandchild is a Zoldyck and the bloodline needs to move on so if that means taking in another child even though it’s not his responsibility, he will definitely do it

Silva-he would be sad, but he would try his best to get over it as he knows that this will not be the only child that will die of his he is the father of a bunch of assassins so he expected some of his kids to die, but he did not expect it to hurt him as much as it did. Of course he would take his grandchild in there’s no way in hell he wouldn’t.

Sorry if that was a bad ending or it seemed half assed it was hard for me to think of a ending, so I just ended it the best way that I seen fit again sorry if you don’t like it

Anyways, I hope everybody enjoyed! This one was surprisingly more fun than I expected. It was pretty sad so I didn’t expect to actually enjoy writing it but I tried my best to put as much thought as possible in it and well I am pretty happy with the results

I will see everybody in the next Post bye now!

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saiki-k-innie · 1 year

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Until death do us part

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Anime: Hunter x Hunter Character(s): Kurapika, original character Word Count: 2k Warnings: death, reference to genocide, personality disorder Notes: First in a series of my OC, Miyako Zoldyck. I'm starting this series at the end and then starting at the beginning, so bear with me.

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Kurapika and Miyako arrived in a beautiful clearing of a dense, deciduous forest. It was springtime, and wildflowers covered every inch of the ground where the sun shined. Birds sang out of view and the sun was warm on their faces. In the center, turned away from them, was a tall, dark figure. He had messy black hair and was dressed in a loose white collared shirt and black pants. You could see his spider tattoo peeking from under the collar of his shirt.

"It's him," Miyako was the first to break the silence.

The figure slowly turned around and his light grey eyes met Miyako's. "Isn't it romantic? This is the very field where we first met all those years ago. Back then, it was winter. I think I liked it more that way," he mused aimlessly. "Hello, Max," Miyako responded without emotion. "Why so formal? After all, you and I have come past any formality, darling-"

Kurapika cut in, "This isn't the time for idle chitchat. I'm sure you know why we are here."

"Ah, the lone survivor of the Kurta clan. We really must stop meeting like this. People will start to talk," Max winked at Kurapika.

Miyako looked at the flowers at her feet. This wasn't her time to talk, even though she wished she could speak to Max before the inevitable death of the only person she ever truly loved.

Kurapika kept his cool, "You were there, at the massacre of my people."

Max chuckles, "Ah, indeed I was. Sometimes I dream of the look on their faces when I-"

"He's lying," Miyako interrupted, "He didn't kill anybody, he helped with the harvest."

Kurapika looked at Miyako, then back at Max. He didn't like her choice of words, but what she says is true. The wind sent waves through the flowers and rustled the tree branches. "To deal with the aftermath instead of participating in the act makes you just as guilty. You had an active role in the genocide of my brethren, and you must atone for it." Kurapika's eyes turned red and his chains appeared on his right hand.

Max seemed unphased, and turned his attention over to Miyako, expectantly. "Do you not remember our promise, love?"

Kurapika doesn't move, but his focus has shifted to Miyako.

"Let me do it. Let me kill him," Miyako responded to Max's prompting.

Kurapika looked over at Miyako, "This is my fight and I-"

"I made a promise to him. We made a promise to each other. 'The first to die will only fall by the other's hand.' That way, we would have the certainty that the other was dead," Miyako said, with conviction. "My loyalty may have shifted, but my heart remains attached. I won't break this promise, or I won't be able to live with myself."

Kurapika paused. His gaze shifted to Max, whose full attention was on Miyako as if they were alone. He didn't know their past together or how it started. He knew that up until the Yorknew auction, they had been in a romantic relationship, with plans for marriage once she had her father's approval. After the Yorknew auction, her father had told her not to mess with the Phantom Troupe. He knew there was more to the story, but Kurapika was smart enough to not press any further. Miyako's true loyalty lies with her family and her family alone. To her, anything they say is absolute.

"If for any reason I am unable to continue the fight, please step in," Miyako continued, "but I shall not withdraw by your command."

Kurapika stepped back. "Is your resolve truly strong enough to kill him?"

"Yes."

Max smiled, "That's my girl."

Miyako calmly walked up to Max until she was inches away from him. He smiled down at her while she looked up at him- her face was emotionless, but Max had learned to know what she was truly feeling. She didn't want to do this, but she knew she must. She reached up and hooked her arms around his neck and he slipped his arms around her waist, lifting her up slightly. He whispered in her ear, "I will find you in the next life, and the one after that, and the one after that. I love you."

"I love you too," Miyako paused. "Would you rather fight or have me just... do it?" Miyako never asked her targets what they would prefer. She would simply kill them, not uttering a word until they were dead. She didn't see Max as a target, she saw him as she always has. She was simply an ally fulfilling her promise to him before Kurapika would inevitably take his life. She wasn't doing it for Kurapika. She was doing it for him.

Kurapika watched from afar. He couldn't fathom why she would still show affection to him after learning what he had done. She said that she was on his side and was only with him to have closure, but he doubted her words. As long as Max is dead, Kurapika will be satisfied.

"Your choice, my love," Max responded as he released Miyako from his grasp. "I don't wish to hurt you, but if that's what you choose..."

Miyako stood in silence for a while, listening to the wind. Max watched her and admired her beauty, for it will be the last time he will get to see it. Her eyes were as black as the night sky, with light hidden in them, despite all of the death and tragedy she has been through. Her hair was a perfect split- half black, half white. He knew how to bring color to her pale face and a smile to her lips. Perhaps he was the only one. He couldn't fight her, and he hoped she would understand. Her inner turmoil was great, and he often found himself wishing that he could do more for her troubled mind.

"You won't fight back?" Miyako assumed.

"You caught me," Max laughed halfheartedly.

She lifted her hand up to his chest and felt his heartbeat. It was as strong and reassuring as it always was. "I think I will take your heart."

"It was always yours."

She stepped back. She calmly walked past him, and suddenly his heart was in her hand. Max turned around, smiling at her.

She looked at the heart, still beating in her hand. Her throat was dry as she turned to make eye contact with the love of her life.

"In joy and sorrow,"

"In sickness and health,"

"Until death do us part"

Max fell forward lifelessly into Miyako's open arms. She held him for a minute, then laid him down into the flowers. She leaned over to hug his lifeless body one last time.

Silent tears streamed down her face as she made eye contact with Kurapika across the field, her eyes devoid of life.

Her hair had turned as white as snow.

Kurapika watched his companion and was taken aback. Her hair... was completely white. He had only read about people’s hair turning white when they were overcome with grief or as a psychological shift. He underestimated the mental impact of her killing Max.

Everything was quiet. Miyako could no longer hear the birds singing, or the wind in the trees. She wiped the tears off of her face, slowly rising.

It took everything in her to keep her composure. She didn’t know what to do with herself. Max's blood was still warm where it had spilled on her chest when she held him for the last time.

Kurapika started walking towards them. Miyako didn’t take her eyes off Max until he stood directly across from her, on the other side of Max’s corpse.

Miyako was the first to break the silence, voice shaking as she reported, “It's done.”

Kneeling down to confirm Max’s death, he responded, “do you want my help burying him?”

Miyako shook her head, and Kurapika handed her the shovel he brought. He watched silently as she buried Max’s lifeless body. Before covering the grave, she reached under her shirt and pulled out the black half of a yin-yang necklace. Carefully unclasping the silver chain, she removed her necklace and leaned over Max’s body. She reached under the collar of his shirt and revealed he wore the other half. She connected the two halves and placed them back under his shirt, right over where she had replaced his heart. Not like that did anything. Methodically, Miyako began to cover him with earth.

Once she was done, Miyako walked over to Kurapika and let him hug her, holding her head to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into her hair.

“No, you aren’t.”

“I’m not sorry he died. I’m sorry that you had to do it,” Kurapika clarified.

Miyako was silent. She wished she could scream but her voice was silent. She wished she could cry and sob and fall to the ground but she just stood there, accepting Kurapika’s affection. She pulled herself away from him, walked back to his car, and sat in the passenger seat. As they drove away, Miyako tried to formulate words to express her feelings.

Kurapika interrupted her brooding. “Let’s go back to Yorknew. We can regroup and decide-”

“I want to go home.”

Kurapika reset his GPS. They were only a couple hours away from the nearest airport. “What are you going to do?”

Miyako thought for a second, “I think I will go back and spend time training with my family. I’ll pick up some jobs here and there, I guess. I need to remind myself who I am.”

“Are you sure that going back is the best way to deal with your grief?”

“Grief is weakness. If I am to be an assassin, I need to be able to move on.”

“Miyako. You aren’t weak. Having emotion is what makes us human.”

Miyako closed her eyes. She didn’t feel human, at least not anymore. How could a human commit such an atrocity as killing the person that they are closest to simply to avoid someone else doing it? How was Killua strong enough to continue to travel with Gon? What did he have that she didn’t? He helped Gon escape the Phantom Troupe. She cut off one of the spider’s legs. She doubted the troupe would come to make her pay- after all, Max walked confidently into his death. That was something Miyako could never do. She finally severed her connection to the spiders as her father recommended. Would he be proud?

They drove in silence for the rest of the journey. There was simply nothing to say. Both of them were wondering where they would go next. She didn’t feel bitter toward him. If anything, she felt closer. This disturbed her a little, but he was there for her. She’d follow him wherever he went. Eventually, Miyako slept, trusting Kurapika with the rest of the journey. He was one of the few people who she felt safe enough to sleep around.

Sometime later, she felt Kurapika’s eyes on her and woke up. They were at the airport. “I already bought your tickets and sent you the information,” he explained. “It’s the least I can do. Let me know when you are back with your family.”

She looked at Kurapika. She could see the slightest bit of red in his eyes. He was taking this harder than she thought. He was holding back out of respect for Miyako and her feelings. How childish of her to think that she was the only one affected.

She reached across the center console and pulled him into a hug. He didn’t resist. “Thank you, Kurapika. Please get some rest,” she said as she hugged him tighter, then let go. She wasn’t used to this much physical affection. She didn’t know what was getting into her.

Kurapika was taken aback when she let go. She never initiated affection. Not even with Max.

She got out of the car and looked at Kurapika one last time with her dead eyes, as dark as coal. She was different, not just in her appearance. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on why.

Miyako turned and walked away without looking back. Kurapika watched her disappear into the crowd of travelers.

This wasn’t the same Miyako he met at the Hunter Exam.

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toxxicwrites · 6 months

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But Why? Kurapika x (spider) reader

Kurapika x spider reader

He saw you for the first time in the bookshop. An old store that caught his attention due to the sheer amount of nen pouring out of it his eyes caught you. Sensing a presence you looked up from your book, a threatening aura radiating off you as a warning only to find an empty street staring back at you.

That was close. Kurapika thought. The nen radiating off you left him shaking and curious as to the enigma in the bookshop. After several weeks of making detours past the bookshop, Kurapika finally entered the store after convincing himself of a good reason too. After all, he couldn’t have any distractions, not in his revenge. He needed a specific book, ‘The Magical Properties of the Ruby Eyes (A comprehensive guide)’

A bell jingled as the door opened and you looked up, surprised to have a visitor. Peaking out from behind a bookshelf you saw your mysterious visitor. A young man with a girlish face and medium-length blonde hair. So this is the mystery man up close. You recognized his presence from the prior weeks, his nen held a certain bloodthirst to it that grabbed your attention. The young man observed the shelves leisurely, acting casual but obviously looking around for you.

Kurapika almost left the store when he heard you.

“Can I help you?”

A voice like an angel snapped his attention back.

With teasing big eyes you stared at him, curiousity echoed in the slight raise of your brow.

“Yes, uh,” he cleared his throat, “I was wondering if you had this title amongst your collection, it's ‘The Magical Properties of the Ruby Eyes (A comprehensive guide)’.”

His voice was soft you noticed, barely above a whisper. You scrunched your brow for a minute, thinking.

“I should have it…” You began walking away, “Follow me.”

Like a puppy, he followed closely behind, getting a whiff of your pomegranate-scented perfume. You sifted through the shelves for a minute, mumbling to yourself.

“Ah! Here it is.” You said, handing the copy to the young man. His finger trembled slightly as he grabbed the book. You noticed, eyes trailing down and back up to him.

“You interested in the kurta clan?” You casually asked.

His jaw clenched, but he quickly shook it off, face turning into a passive mask once again.

“A bit,” he admitted, “I heard about the genocide… And I wanted to know why, why someone would do that.” A hidden grief seeped out in his last words. Your stomach dropped at the mention. Images of burning houses flashed through your head, paired with the sickening squelch of their eyes pulled out of their sockets while they still thrashed and screamed. You could still hear their screams, even now.

Kurapika noticed your pause, watching closely yet your mask didn’t break.

“It’s terrible,” You said, “Truly terrible.”

You took a hot shower that night. As if it would burn off all your sins. The killing always made you sick, it was the worst part of the job. You were good at it though, really good. The water ran hotter. But what were you supposed to do? When the man came, bringing his world of books and magic he brought you food, shelter, and family. All you had to do was use your nen, stopping the hearts of your enemies in an instant with a single flick of your wrist. No wonder you had attracted the ‘wrong’ crowd as a starving orphan in Meteor City like so many others. You turned the faucet, letting the steamy water come to a splashing halt. You wrapped your hair in a towel, slowly gathering from the nape of your neck, revealing the spider tattoo that sat there a number four engraved in empty space.

You hummed as you made your way through the dark Yorknew city alleys, dragging a cart by your side. The young man had disappeared for the last week, he had been coming for up to a month before he disappeared again, seemingly returning to wherever he came from. Kurapika was his name.

Your thoughts were still disturbed by him through, his sad grey eyes that seemed to pull you in when you talked like a hypnotizing spell you knew would only bring you to destruction. Perhaps he had realized that too. That something was truly wrong with you, something dark and twisted that upon its reveal would destroy everything. You shook your head, no thoughts of him tonight, Tonight you would see your family. Chrollo called an emergency meeting one to which you were invited. Why though you had no idea. You were unlike the other members living a life separate from the group unless called upon directly by Chrollo a man who became like an older brother to you. Comforting you on your first kill, when you fell to your knees sobbing and gasping for air while the other members stared, confused at your ‘weak’ reaction. When they saw you fighting, however, any sense of weakness flew out the window. Therefore, you lived mostly in solitude separate from the others in daily missions but apart from them nonetheless all of you shared a familial bond forged by blood and fire.

The second you stepped in you knew something was wrong. A heavy coat of grief cast upon the group. Chrollo made his way toward you, his head downturned and defeated.

“Uvogin.. Is dead.”

You held the tears in.

“Oh.”

You stumbled back to your bookshop that night, drunk with grief you fumbled with the keys. They fell to the concrete steps with a clatter and you fell with them. Sitting on the steps you crumbled, crying for a dear friend you had lost.

“Y/n…”

He had barely made it to the bookshop his mind buzzing with the events of hours prior, the promise of revenge still seeping through his bones, stumbling through the cobbled streets drunk on power he came across her. Crumpled across the steps like a broken statue. All he wanted to do was pick you back up again, hold you, and forget about everything that matter but you.

His voice sounded like an angel. Through tear-ridden lashes you looked up, your lips parted taking him in in all his broken glory. The blue moonlight lit up his figure, presenting himself as your savior amidst the devastation you felt.

“Kurapika… I need you.”

Answering your pleas with selfish desire he brought you up closing the space between you with a kiss, soft like his voice. A tear fell from your eye, trailing down your lips he licked it feeling the salt on his tongue. He needed you.

You met his gray eyes, a hint of red in them now, and your heartbeat. You needed him.

You were his escape and he was yours. With each other you both could pretend, pretend you didn’t notice each other's power, didn’t notice how he left late at night only to return later with red in his eyes and smelling of iron metal. And he didn’t notice either when your troupe meetings ran later and more often, the threat of the chain user a constant fear.

It was midday when he stopped by the bookshop. He was overly distraught today you could sense it. The anger vibrated off his nen like an angry wasp. Upon seeing you in the sunlit corner reading the buzzing quieted. You raised your gaze from the book and smiled at him. He approached you from behind, kneeling down behind the chair as he put his nose in the crook of your neck, breathing your scent in as you leaned back into his warm touch. You hummed softly and he closed his eyes trailing pale fingers across your neck.

Lost in the warmth you didn’t notice when he stopped. His grip on your neck tightened.

“Kurapika?”

How? How could you do this? How could you be one of them? He stared in disbelief at the spider tattoo across the nape of your neck. He had been so stupid, so naive to believe in someone. It felt as if he was drowning in air, a cold dagger wrenched through his heart and twisting deeper and deeper as he remembered all fo you. Your smell, hair, eyes, smile, and the way your laugh sounded like church bells to his worshipping ears. He could have stayed in your bliss together. The fantasy shattered upon the spider's reveal.

“Kurapika?” Your voice shook this time, something had changed. His nen presence muted before now suffocated you in its rageful presence filling you with pure terror as you trembled under his fingers.

“Kurapika, let go.”

The sound of rustling chains perked up your ears, and Kurapika’s grip let go. Before you could turn around you were tied up. The chains jutting out from behind and wrapping your arms and legs bringing you to your knees. Your heart broke and a gasping sob escaped you.

“It’s you,” You whispered, “You’re the chain user.”

Your body trembled as you heard him take a breath, still behind you.

“And you’re a spider,” he said, his voice quiet yet filled with heavy grief that weighed down his words, as if he still didn’t believe them himself. The tears dripped freely now and your shoulders slumped.

“Is this it then?”

Kurapika swallowed hard, not answering your broken question, he feared that if he did he would break as well, more than he already had. The chains had taken their hold now, there was no ending other than death now.

You swallowed hard, taking his silence as the answer you already knew.

“Can you look at me?” You shuddered, speaking definitely, “Will you watch me die? As I watched your clansmen die, would you do me the same honor?”

In a flash, he stood in front of you. Eyes glowing red with rage and pain.

You looked through his ruby-red eyes, admiring the strength they held in your last moments. You spoke your last words.

“I’m sorry.”

He clenched his fist and the chains finished the job, stopping your heart in a single beat. He left everything of you behind in that shop, abandoning everything he had felt for the cold true beat of revenge. There was nothing left but its war cry and the remaining spiders that stood in his way.

They were both just kids, thrown into a world too cruel, they paid the price.

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white-poppie · 1 year

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Baby, I am scared!

Content warning: blood, crying(a lot of it), death, imprisonment, miscommunication (Teratophilia?), over-drinking of blood (is that a thing?), Dub-con (not nsfw however.) Genre: SUPERNATURAL! AU: The characters as mystical creatures (multi), ANGST

🎶 : "As the hours pass, I will let you know. That I need to ask; before I'm alone." --After Dark, Mr Kitty

His heart ached for you, to have fallen for such a pitiful creature, but alas! Mortals rarely ever know, how to contain their desires.

He could never be by your side, you knew that! Why are you crying in front of him then?

The fat tears that rolled down your face, almost made him reach out and comfort you, but he stayed, as still as a statue.

"I am bound to this place," he said, "you know I cannot leave. Find someone well, someone human,"

His last words made you flinch. His stoniness broke when he saw your response. His monstrously, huge hands reached out to caress your face.

You closed your eyes to devour the feeling--nothing pricked your skin. You carefully opened your eyes and as soon as you did, you wished you hadn't, an echoing wail left your throat piercing through the walls like the cupid's arrow.

The first rays of the sun had turned him back to stone.--the way it was supposed to be.

(Megumi, Hawks, Aizawa, Illumi, Near, Iwaizumi, Bokuto Mattsun, Makoto, Shinichiro, Muto, Kisaki, Kakucho, Wakasa, Shion, Takeomi) As a GARGOYLE

🎶 : "I don't want to be afraid, the deeper that I go, It takes my breath away."--House of Memories by Panic at Disco

"You have to run, you have to go!" He shouted, his voice reverberating beautifully across the walls of the cave, you were entranced, even when he wasn't using his magic.

"They'll take you hostage if they ever see a human with my kind!."

His blue tail glimmered under the faint moonlight, scales shining like pearls deep under the sea. He was the sea. He was ancient and he was the last of his kind.

"Go," he yelled ever so melodiously, "run before the catch, you and never come back!"

"I can't- I love you!" you screamed.

"I don't!" he growled, eyes turning green as you fell away from the water source, "leave Y/N, don't make me use my powers on you."

"You wouldn't- you promised," your voice cracked as you pleaded.

"Promises are mere words when you are few of the last of species," he shrugged, "Besides, I am not doing this for anything, as baseless as feelings, I just pity you, I am stronger than all the men in your town combines, I'll escape, but no way, I'll help you if you get trapped."

"You...are a monster!" you cried out, stumbling away from the rocks.

A monster, huh? He could live with that. The faint shouting of the pirates was audible clearly, maybe if he submitted himself, they would be kinder, gentler, nicer...less monster-like.

He laughed tearfully, staring at the moon. Humans are truly the real monsters.

(Gojo, Getou, Bakugo, Kurapika, Oikawa, Kageyama, Izana, Mitsuya) as a SIREN

🎶 : "And God knows, I'm not dying but I bleed now, and God knows, it's the only way to heal now."--My Blood, Ellie Goulding

"I am gonna kill you, I am gon' fucking kill you, I can't do this!" he rasped, but the desire in his voice and quiver in his eyes was fixated on your neck.

You pitied him, he had been resisting for so long. He was hungry and tired. The sleeplessness in his drooping eyes and weakness in his flail arms clearly showed it.

"It's okay, you can drink a little, I'll tell you when to stop," you whispered.

His eyes lit up a little, yet he was cautious," really?"

You pulled down your top a little to expose your collarbone, "I trust you."

As soon as the statement left your lips, he was plunging his fangs into your flesh, he groaned in delight at how sweet you tasted, energy coming back to him and his ears rang with a carnal desire: more.

At first, it felt like a mosquito bite, painless, but slowly your body started to feel cold. Pins and needles accompanied the feeling of helplessness and your voice died in your throat. You patted his back to warn him about the blood loss, but he was too drowned in ecstasy to care.

Black spots danced in your vision as you whispered again to stop until you fell limp in his arms.

His eyes snapped open as he wiped the blood off his chin, his impotent sobs echoing through the walls of the cathedral. After that he made sure to get you to a medic.

That was the last you will see of him. Hundreds of years have passed and yet every time he drinks blood from a passerby, he is reminded of your cold body. Who knew a blood-sucking freak like him could bleed in pain?

(Yuuji, Nanami, Mikey, Chifuyu, Daichi, Tsukishima, Kenma, Izuku, Denki, Kirishima, L, Hanma) As a VAMPIRE

🎶 : "Who's that I see walkin' in these woods? Why it's Little Red Riding Hood"--Lil' red riding hood by Sam The Sham & The Pharaohs

You had no idea how, but you had tamed the big, bad wolf. But tonight he wasn't acting obedient.

"Yeah? You are gonna kill me? Put a silver bullet through my heart, make it quick!" he growled, his already large form, looking ginormous as you shrank in fear. What had irked him? Only the heavens knew.

"I-I wouldn't dare," you squeaked, your voice betraying you.

"Oh, please, I heard your little first talk about our kind, and you didn't disagree," he laughed, betrayed.

Your eyes widened as you remembered your loud-mouthed friend spewing nonsense that you were ignoring, "I wasn't-."

"I bet after I left you must have said something like, 'Oh how someone like them? The transformation, the primal drive, the bestiality? If I could kill them, I would!"

"I would never, I love you! I wasn't even listening to her!" you shouted angrily.

"Spare the explanations," he shouted, "I had trusted a human once, I was foolish to trust again." You knew the scar on his hand was a reminder of his distrust towards humans, and yet you pursued him, when he finally opened up to you, the house of cards came toppling down.

His intent was murderous so the best decision was to crawl away.

He regretted it. He wished he hadn't let his fears control him--maybe you wouldn't have been named a witch by your townsfolk. On that day you were there to tell him about how your friend had seen you with him and how the church knew.

Your silent cry of life was never heard. All you wanted to do was to live...

( Toji, Baji, Kazutora, Shion, Draken, Kuroo, Akashi, Chrollo, Mello ) As a WEREWOLF

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Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! You team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?

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orphic-musings · 2 years

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if you write for chrollo can you do an angst one-shot where he finds out the reader never truly cared about him? (platonic or romantic)

if you don't do chrollo then could you do angst headcanons of the troupe members (the ones you write for) with the same prompt?

omg finally finished this one. im so so so so sorry it took so long T_T. but it’s here! i might’ve taken a slightly different approach than i originally planned but i hope you enjoy anyway!!

Characters: Chrollo x gn! reader

Genre: Angst, hurt no comfort

Warnings: Mentions of metaphorical blood, choking and scabs; mentions the phantom troupe’s crimes

Summary: Some secrets should never see the light of day. Others are an anchor, that weighs you down constantly until it wraps itself around you heart and overwhelms you. Then all you can do is cut it off, set it free. And now that you’ve reached the bottom of the ocean, you need to set yourself free.

Notes: HDJCNDKSKXKSKSK im so bad at posting. once again if you’ve submitted a request i will get to it i promise and i do try my best to make them satisfactory to the requester <3

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Your smiled is strained as you look up at Chrollo, like the weak winter sun. He just returned from who-knows-where doing who-knows-what. You like the troupe, the interesting cast of characters and their bickering and banter and games, but you never cared to pry much into their activities. A group of thieves and murders, is how they are potrayed, and while it’s likely true, you care more about the individuals you’ve gotten to know than their reputation. But still you find yourself forcing a smile. The troupe leader returns a genuine one, and it stings. Your guilt is a scab, and as the seconds tick away, they pick away at the skin. But the blood is still on your hands.

He sits near you, a book in his hand. These quiet moments with you are an asylum for him, a safe and comfortable relief. But it’s suffocating for you. You don’t love him. He looks at you, with curious eyes that hide a wealth of mysteries and emotions behind them. And your mouth is open. You just said those words. And finally oxygen can flow to your brain. Chrollo blinks, and he’s smart enough to know what you mean, to know that you meant what you said, but he can’t find a reason why. The silence stretches unnaturally as he considers your statement. His mask will never crack, but when you look into his eyes it’s almost palpable the way you feel his heart break. Almost cartoonish the way you can seem to hear it’s high-pitched shattering. You look away.

“I won’t give you excuses or reasons, because I don’t have any. I don’t know why I waited so long, because it only hurt us both. There was no way this could end without heartbreak, I’m sorry.” Your throat tightens with every word, and you struggle to push through, choking on the last apology. He isn’t looking at you anymore, and you can’t even turn to him. The air is abuzz with a volatile disquiet. Now that you can think clearly again, you have no idea what to do. Comforting someone you pretended to love, that you never loved, would be insulting. But can you stay with the troupe? Or was cutting this rope actually ending an entire chapter? Despite the pain of pretending, there was a comfort in the illusion, in the unchanging. Now it’s upside-down and confusing, and uncertain. And would this impact the others, or the troupe as a whole?

Either way you get up, because you can no longer feel Chrollo there. Physically he is there, but only a shell, a void. You’ve never felt him like that, and it frightens you. Perhaps it was the appeal of a mystery to unravel that led you to adopt this whole charade. Or the oceans of depth behind his eyes that you could hide or swim in, and he wouldn’t mind because of the peace of your presence. And everytime you face him you face a mask, but it was always a person behind the mask. Until now. Though you’re sure his front is airtight, his perfect facade unbothered, you know something is bruising underneath. You’ll never see it, but you can feel the heaviness of his heart, bleeding on the floor. Now the blood isn’t on your hands anymore.

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