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raisinripe · 10 months
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phinks tried to take feitan to «barbie» on a children's ticket, you can see the result for yourself
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apollodarling-writes · 6 months
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something occurred to me when i was thinking abt hxh :
phinks likes eating pussy because of the taste and also because he genuinely enjoys eating it.
feitan likes eating pussy because he likes overstimulating you and likes to punish you when you squirm too much.
chrollo likes eating pussy because he likes making you feel good.
hisoka only eats pussy on occasion and he has to be in a good mood to do it— overall, it’s still pretty good.
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usagi-best-boy · 9 months
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The Phantom Troupe
Hunter x Hunter
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uvobreakmylegs · 1 year
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💕Happy (Belated) Valentines Day💕 (again lol)
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Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, murder, death, gore, blood, stalking
Word count: 6.1k
The sound of the woman's neck snapping echoed out into the night air, and she let out one final gasp as she fell to the pavement, the broken bone jutting out of her neck unnaturally.
“No! Kim! Goddammit no!!”
Phinks turned away from the woman's body in order to face the man screaming at the other side of the lot.
Tears were falling down the man's face, but he froze when he saw Phinks' attention turned to him – he was the last one standing. Everyone else from the group that had tried to jump Phinks was now dead, reduced to lifeless bodies scattered in different areas of the lot.
Despite being confronted with the fact that the people he'd teamed up with had died, it didn't push the man to try and attack Phinks for the sake of avenging his fallen comrades – in fact, it did the opposite.
The man turned around and began to run.
That was more than a little pathetic, Phinks thought to himself, although he could understand that reaction at least somewhat.
That guy and the others had been completely unprepared when they'd made the attempt on his life, their skills nowhere near being able to even scratch him. It was just another instance of sub-par nen users who'd learned nen in the fastest way possible and spent little to no time in trying to develop a worthwhile ability because they were too eager to try and get revenge on the troupe. It was something he and all of the others were used to by now.
Annoying, but at least it was easy enough to take care of. And with this guy, he could do so without too much effort.
Phinks leaned down, picking up a small bit of rubble that had come from the aging parking lot while the man continued to run. He infused the small stone with a bit of nen, and as the man turned to continue his escape past a building, Phinks threw it in the man's direction.
It punctured through his neck and tore through the throat muscles before it came out on the other side.
The man immediately fell to the pavement, gasping as he rolled over onto his back while he clutched at his neck, his fingers quickly becoming stained with red as he tried to prevent the blood that came gushing out of the wounds. If he was a bit more competent and a bit less panicked, he likely wouldn't have had any trouble dealing with that wound. But after what he'd seen happen to his companions, he had lost his composure in record time and wasn't able to think rationally.
As he looked at the man and the amount of blood that was slowly spreading out over the ground, it didn't feel necessary to walk over and finish the job. While Phinks didn't tend to be one to prolong the deaths of his victims, with the way things were going, the guy would be dead within a few minutes. No need to spend the extra effort when the outcome was already clear.
So he began to walk away from the scene, keeping an eye on his surroundings. There was an off-chance that there were still one or two from the group that were hiding, waiting for Phinks to lower his guard and strike when he felt it was safe. That had happened at least once with him, and a few different times with some of the others: blacklist Hunters, ones who actually knew what they were doing, would con those who had just learned nen into being bait for the troupe, and after they had been finished off, the Hunter would swoop in and try to kill off that troupe member.
And people said the Phantom Troupe were the bad ones.
Phinks had allowed himself to get a little distracted after he'd determined that there was no one else hiding in the darkness, and as he made it to the other edge of the lot, he noted the storm clouds that were in the sky. A bad storm was coming, it seemed.
“Oh my god!”
He'd been just close enough to hear those words being exclaimed.
Back in the direction where he'd had left the man.
Phinks looked back, and while he couldn't see everything from where he was standing, there was definitely someone now leaning over the man with the neck wound.
“Are you alive?!” he heard the new person say.
The next bit wasn't as audible, but Phinks was able to make out what sounded like someone gurgling in response.
So the guy was still alive.
Phinks sighed.
He could probably leave it. There was a good chance that the guy would bleed out before help could arrive. But there was a slim chance that he could survive his injuries. If that happened, it'd become a bigger mess that Phinks wouldn't want to deal with; leaving the would-be avengers alive tended to only make them come back stronger and a bit more cunning.
With another sigh, Phinks turned around and began to head back to the scene he had just left. This is what you get for not finishing him off, he said to himself. And he knew a few of the other members of the troupe would have criticized him for leaving the man in the way he did.
So much for not spending extra effort.
Staying in the shadows, Phinks took his hands out of his pockets and cracked his knuckles as he got closer to the man and the new person hovering over him.
You were kneeling down next to him, already looking overwhelmed by the sight of the man on the ground in a pool of his own blood.
“Why would someone do this?” you asked aloud, your voice wavering somewhat. It didn't seem like you were actually asking the man on the ground next to you, more like you were asking yourself.
You didn't appear to be anything other than an ordinary civilian, and Phinks doubted this group would've involved someone like that in their plot to kill him. So you were completely unrelated to the guy and the group who'd jumped him and just happened to be in the wrong place when you caught sight of him.
“Hang on, I'm gonna – gonna stop the bleeding,” you said to the man as you removed your hoodie. You pressed the fabric against the wounds in his neck while you tried not to hyperventilate, breathing out through your mouth as you did your best to keep yourself calm.
“I need you to hold it for a second, o-okay? So I can get my phone....”
You trailed off as you grabbed at your bag with one hand while still holding the hoodie to his neck with another. However, the man wasn't listening to you. He had his eyes fixed on Phinks, who was still standing in the darkness.
With the damage to his throat, the man wasn't able to say much and had been limited to grunts and moans. And instead of holding the hoodie like you'd told him to, Phinks watched as the man grabbed at your arm, getting bloody hand prints all over your skin as he tried to get your attention, tried to point out the murderer who was watching you fish your phone out of your bag.
Phinks needed to kill you before you were able to call anyone. And with how defenseless and unaware you were, that wouldn't be an issue.
The man sensed it when Phinks' aura flared with the intent of killing you, and he pulled at your sleeve again while he tried to get your attention.
The guy hadn't been able to run from him; did he really think that you'd be able to get away? Did he really think that Phinks would allow you to get away once you saw his face?
You paused in your search for your phone to look back down at the man. His arm then began to move, fingers straining as he tried to point over at Phinks.
Phinks already saw the way this would play out: you would look over to where the man was pointing, see him, and in the split second you had to realize that you were looking at a murderer, Phinks would rush forward and snap your neck like he'd done with the woman minutes prior. The man who lay next to you would follow shortly after, and then all the loose ends of this annoying night would be tied up.
That was how it was supposed to go.
But then you did something that surprised him.
Instead of looking behind you, you reached out and grabbed the man's hand.
“You're not gonna die, okay? I'm going to call for help, and someone'll come here who can fix you up. You're gonna be okay. I promise.”
There were tears pricking your eyes as you said that, though you were desperately trying to keep your composure as the situation was still stressing you out of your mind. But even then, you tried to reassure the man by smiling at him.
“You need to help me, though,” you said, “you-you're losing too much blood, you'll die if you lose anymore. So you need to press this against your neck. Put pressure on to stop the bleeding.”
With that, you took his hand and pushed it against your hoodie, trying to get him to help in applying the correct amount of pressure.
“Please. I don't want you to die.”
Your words seemed to have had some affect on the man, because after that he did as you said and pushed on the sides of his neck. Unbeknownst to you, the man finally realized that he needed to use his nen to keep himself from bleeding out.
You seemed to find the way he held at his throat encouraging, and you reached again for your bag with some reassurance that the man wasn't going to immediately bleed out without you.
But as you finally pulled out your phone and began to dial emergency services, you gave the man your name and then asked if he was able to speak. The man shook his head as best he could.
“That's okay,” you said, “you can tell me later.”
You hit the call button while the man looked back to Phinks. His eyebrows furrowed and he seemed confused as to why the spider had yet to attack you.
The weird thing was that Phinks didn't really know either.
There was literally no reason for him to stand there doing nothing while you continued as you were, calling for help and bringing in more potential witnesses.
Yet Phinks had been caught off-guard by the things you'd said to the man. Why that was, he wasn't completely sure, but for now, at least, he found himself wanting to wait and see what else you'd do.
Meanwhile, you'd managed to connect to someone.
“Please, I need an ambulance,” you told the operator, “I found a man – I think he got shot. I-in the neck. I'm trying to stop the bleeding but I don't know how long he'll last.”
You tapped on the screen to turn on the phone's speaker before you put your hands back on the sides of the man's neck, pressing the hoodie that was now thoroughly soaked with blood as you gave your location to the operator so they knew where to send the ambulance.
After that, you were talking to him again, the operator still on the other end of the line while you were trying to keep the man awake by speaking to him, a whole bunch of meaningless information spilling from your mouth. The area where you lived, what you did for a living, stupid facts about your life, and you even bothered to mention some upcoming video game that you were excited for, telling him that once he got better that he needed to tell you about himself and if he also liked video games.
In between all of that, you kept repeating that it would be okay.
After a certain point, Phinks had to wonder if you were saying that to reassure yourself.
It wasn't long after that the storm clouds hanging over your heads all this time decided to make their move, a drizzle of rain beginning to fall. You clearly realized that the water would be bad for the open wounds on the man's neck, and so you told him to press down on the hoodie again while you looked for an area where he'd be dry. You decided to move him by grabbing his ankles and pulling him to an area with a cover, all the while apologizing again and again in the event that you managed to hurt him while you did that.
How long was he going to let this go on for? Humor your attempts at keeping this guy alive before he stepped in and put an end to it?
Currently you still had your hands around the man's throat, keeping the pressure on his neck while the chill that the rain brought caused you to shiver. There was still no sign of any ambulance coming, though Phinks could still hear the operator assuring you that it was on its way.
Phinks noticed when the man turned his head back in his direction, staring at him once more. And that time, you noticed as you turned your head to follow his gaze.
The instant he saw your head begin to move Phinks got out of the way, finding cover fast so you wouldn't see him.
At first all he could hear was the sound of the rain falling to the pavement.
“Oh god.”
Your voice was trembling when you said that. You now saw the other bodies in the lot and it hit you that you were in a lot more danger than you had initially thought, if you'd even been thinking about your own safety at all before.
Phinks could hear the voice of the operator coming from your phone as they asked what was wrong.
“There's.... There's others. In the parking lot. On the ground,” you said, “I don't.... I don't see anyone moving. I-I'm too scared to go check over there.”
“You don't need to go over. Just stay where you are,” the operator told you, “do you see anyone other than the ones on the ground?”
“No.....”
“Then just keep doing what you're doing. Help will be there soon.”
“Right... Right. It'll be okay.”
Phinks peered out from behind his cover and found that your attention was on the man again. You were still talking to him, still repeating over and over that everything would be okay, and when sirens began to sound in the distance, you pointed it out to him and told him that help would be there in no time.
The cheerful demeanor you were trying to keep up for his sake was a lot more forced now. Phinks had to wonder what exactly had been going through your head when you first saw the man – you didn't think to check your surroundings at all? You just saw someone who was dying and didn't think anything beyond getting him help? That was beyond stupid, especially when you believed that the man had been shot.
The growing sounds of the sirens indicated that they were getting closer, proving you right that they'd be here soon. Phinks needed to decide on what he was going to do.
By now it was impossible to keep anyone else from getting involved – him standing around and doing nothing while you called for help had seen to that. Even if he killed the two of you right now, you and the rest would be discovered shortly. Not that big of a deal for him, as he was certain he could disappear while emergency services were still processing the scene.
But he didn't really feel like killing you for some reason.
And since you weren't leaving your spot while you helped that guy cling to life, killing him without you seeing would be difficult. But even if he was willing to let you live, he couldn't leave that guy alive.
When the flashing lights of the ambulance could be seen in the distance, a new thought occurred to him, and it was then that Phinks made the decision to leave. Once again keeping to the shadows within the lot, he intended on leaving the crime scene before doubling back.
He glanced back at you one more time while he could still see you. You were still reassuring the guy while you slowly began to relax just a little, confident that he'd be saved and that you'd been able to help him.
There was literally no reason not to kill you. Not only that, Phinks was aware that by his feet were a few more bits of rubble. He could easily do to you what he'd done to the guy, and this time make sure he killed his target by aiming at your head.
Why he still chose not to kill you, he had no clue.
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Phinks found himself watching you a lot after.
Days had passed since that night and no one else came after him. It was unlikely that there'd be any connection made between him and the crime scene left behind, and there had only been one person who had seen his face in that lot. That loose end was now tied up, so he didn't have any other reason to stay in the area.
But Phinks still wasn't sure what to do with you.
Technically he didn't have to do anything; you hadn't seen him, and the man hadn't communicated anything to you, so you knew nothing about Phinks or the troupe. He could just leave you alone, forget about you completely and that would be the end of it.
But just like he'd been when he had stood by and let you call emergency services, he had no clue what was driving him to keep an eye you in the following days. No idea why he bothered to track down where you lived and watch what he could through your windows.
And he didn't know why that one moment kept replaying in his head – where you had grabbed at that man's hand and smiled as you tried to reassure him, promising him that he wouldn't die and trying to give him the motivation to keep fighting and live.
He thought about it a lot until he got to the point that he found he didn't want to think anymore about why he was watching you so closely, and just chose to watch you as if that was what he'd always done.
The days after the incident you spent most of your time hiding in your apartment, and on occasion you would pull away at the closed blinds just a little bit to glance at the outside. Only for a few seconds before you would quickly pull away.
You seemed pretty jumpy.
The theory that was starting to go around was that the group had died due to gang activity – if that was what the police ended up deciding on, that was probably why you were so nervous. You likely feared that you'd gotten involved with something you shouldn't have, and now there were dangerous people that would be after your life. And if you knew how Phinks had followed that man to his hospital room and broke his IV before jamming the two pieces through his skull, you'd have good reason to believe that your life would come to a grisly end.
You must've heard what had happened to the guy you'd tried to save – it'd been pretty big news over the past few days, a parking lot full of murder victims and the one survivor of the initial attack being found dead in after. People were at a loss as to why exactly the group from the “Back Lot Slaughter” had died and why the survivor had been hunted down.
Your name hadn't been released in any news reports, it looked like. Likely out of fear that it would make you a target.
After a little bit longer you left your apartment for a short period of time to get groceries, and the entire time you glanced over your shoulder while trying hard to act like you weren't. And when you were on your way back from shopping and found that the area around you appeared to be empty, you not so subtly reached into your bag so you could close your fist around your keys, ready to use them as a weapon if case anyone attacked you.
If you were that worried for your life then why stay here? Didn't you have friends or family who lived out of town that you could stay with?
Apparently not, as you stayed where you were, eventually leaving your apartment more frequently when you went back to work. Evidently you felt it was safe enough that you could head back out more often.
He needed to move on, however.
Phinks had only been in the city because he'd been heading back home after a job, and he'd never been intending on staying as long as he did; just one night at most. Really, he should've been trying to figure out if that group had known he would be there or if it was just random chance that they'd come across him. Not wasting his time watching someone like you.
He needed to figure out what it was that he wanted from you and then be done with it. Either by doing what he should've done that night, or.....
…..
Or what?
That was still unclear – what exactly he wanted from all of this. And once more he that he didn't feel like thinking about it too much.
Still, he wasn't going to continue like this indefinitely. So it needed to end soon.
He felt like he was about to reach that point one late afternoon a couple weeks after. He wasn't getting anything out of watching you hide away in your apartment, and it would be best to head back home and forget about the whole thing.
He was just about to head off when he noticed something.
You'd gone out for work and did a bit of shopping before coming back today. Another quick trip where you grabbed essentials while looking over your shoulder. So he found it odd when he saw you exiting your apartment again, hurriedly locking up the door before you turned away and headed back in the direction of the store you'd gone to earlier.
You must've forgotten something. And it must've been pretty important for you to go get while you felt that your life was in danger.
As usual, Phinks followed from a distance, close enough to keep an eye on you but not so close that you'd notice him.
At the end of your short but tense walk was the store you'd gone to earlier, and Phinks hung back, not feeling much need to follow you inside. If it was just one or two items that you were running inside to grab, it'd look weird if he went in and then back outside so shortly after you.
Apparently the thing that was important enough to make you go back outside was body wash, as you came out of the store with a bottle of the stuff in hand. Your pace was still somewhat hurried, and as you began to approach the stairs at the side of the store that lead down to a sidewalk, he got out of the way before you could spot him, heading down the stairs himself.
There was an automatic thought that he needed to get to a place where you wouldn't see him so he could follow you back, and he began to do that before he stopped. He knew he needed to stop this; following you back to your apartment would be doing the exact opposite of that. It was time to leave and not bother with you anymore.
Or maybe he could stay where he was so you would need to get close as you walked by. The entire time since he'd first seen you, you'd been at a distance. Maybe if he saw you up close and saw just how much of a stressed-out wreck you'd become in detail, the sight would annoy him enough that he'd be able to forget the way you'd been with the guy he killed. Maybe that had been the solution the whole time.
So Phinks stayed, standing against the wall at the bottom of the stairs while waiting for you to come down. You were at the top of the stairway not long after, and as you began to descend, he noticed the way your eyes glanced over at him before you looked to the path in front of you.
Not the reaction of someone who recognized a person who'd been at a crime scene, so at least that confirmed that you hadn't seen him that night. At least there was that.
What exactly had caused what happened next, he didn't know. It looked like something had distracted you, and you turned your head over your shoulder right as you were descending the stairs.
Phinks wasn't sure if you'd misjudged the steps or if it was something else, but you managed to lose your footing and began to fall face-first down the stairway.
The stairway wasn't a long one, but you'd bang yourself up falling from that height, maybe break a few bones.
It was lucky that he happened to be right there to catch you.
Though it was more like he broke your fall as you landed against him, face-planting into his chest.
But he grabbed you by your arms after to make sure you didn't go anywhere.
You pulled back slightly when you regained your footing and stared at him for a few moments. And when you finally processed what had just happened, a look of mortification formed on your face.
“Oh my god – I'm sorry,” you began, “thanks for catching me. Sorry that happened.”
“It's okay,” said Phinks, “didn't want to see you get hurt.”
“Thanks. Still, I'm sorry.”
You'd averted your eyes, clearly embarrassed.
And he still had his hands on you.
“What caused that?” Phinks asked.
“Nothing. Just me being stupid. Sorry,” you answered.
Then you looked at one of the hands on your arm, and then added “sorry, you don't need to hold me anymore. I'm good now.”
He let go of you, albeit reluctantly.
You side-stepped him almost immediately, giving him a weak smile as you said “thank you again.”
Then you began to continue down the stairs as you'd been before you tripped.
“Leaving already?” Phinks asked, an brow raised.
“Ah, yeah. Sorry.”
How many times were you going to apologize?
“I'm... I'm late for something,” you added.
“... Okay. Sorry to hold you up, then,” he said.
“You're fine. Thank you again.”
With that, you continued down the stairs, heading away from him and back to the safety of your apartment.
You glanced back at him a few times as you did, a small worry growing in you every time you found that he was still staring at you. After a certain point, you didn't look back anymore, but your pace did quicken shortly after that.
After you turned a corner, you were out of sight.
It was time to go for him as well.
… Except for whatever reason, Phinks found himself going back in the direction of your apartment.
The blinds were drawn shut when he got back, and no doubt you'd done your routine of locking and bolting the front door. You might recognize him if you peeked out through your blinds again, so it'd be best to make sure you didn't manage to spot him.
As the sun set and day turned into night, he saw that the lights inside your apartment were still on. And they stayed on when the normal time for you to go to sleep came and went.
You couldn't still be awake, could you?
With no one else in the area seeming to be active, Phinks approached your front door. While he probably wouldn't be able to figure out exactly what you might be doing, he'd probably be able to tell if you were asleep or not.
When he stood in front of it and quietly listened, he heard something coming from your apartment.
The sound of running water.
…. Phinks felt it was a weird time to get a shower.
….
If he went in there now you wouldn't be able to react immediately.
Why that thought crossed his mind he had no clue, but the instant it did Phinks was heading back down the stairs of your apartment and making his way towards the side of the building. Right under the balcony attached to your unit. Going in through the front door would make too much noise and alert your neighbors, so going in through an entrance where the obstacles in his way would be minimal was more ideal. So he climbed up.
A metal latch on the inside of the sliding door of your balcony was all that stood in his way, and he broke it easily when he forced the door open. There was a bit of noise when he wrenched the metal apart, and he waited a moment to see if any of your neighbors would step outside to investigate. But no one came, so Phinks stepped inside and slid the glass door shut behind him. It wouldn't lock now, but that didn't really matter.
You were supposed to be taking a shower, but after taking a few steps into your apartment, he noted that he didn't hear any water running. Instead, he heard different noises coming from the bathroom; what seemed to be the sound of your feet hurrying across the tiled floor.
He reached the small hallway right as you flung open the bathroom door and stepped out with only a towel wrapped around you.
Your eyes landed on him immediately and you froze.
Terror quickly took over your features as you stared at him, an intruder in your apartment who had come in when you had least expected it and were completely unprepared.
There was also recognition in your gaze; it was only a few hours ago that you'd seen him, so that wasn't too surprising.
A period passed where neither of you said anything.
And then-
“Hey-” Phinks began.
That single word forced you out of your shock as you bolted for the kitchen.
He followed.
You were trying to get at a knife block, your finger brushing against the hilt of the biggest one when he grabbed you around the waist and pulled you away from it.
You shrieked when he touched you, but the noise didn't last long as he clamped one of his hands over your mouth, muffling your screams as you tried to cry out for help.
The two of you ended up on the floor of your kitchen, his one arm wrapped around both of yours and keeping their movements limited while his other hand stayed on your mouth. You were trying to grab at him as best you could while you kicked your legs out in an attempt to escape his grip. All while you cried into his hand, the tears beginning to run down your face.
Phinks kept holding you, knowing that eventually you'd run out of steam.
And after a few minutes like that, you did. Now you were still, shaking in his grip while you continued to sob into his hand.
It was the second time he'd had his arms around you, he noted. Odd how the first two times you had physical contact with each other you ended up being held against him in some way. Odd, but he didn't mind it.
He noticed when you began to move again, trying to wiggle one of your arms out of his grip. The reason for that turned out to be in an effort to adjust the towel you were wearing. During the time when you were struggling, it had become loose and fallen open. Now that you weren't in as much of a panic, you were clearly feeling embarrassed and wanted to cover yourself.
Phinks decided to take a chance and took his hand off your mouth, and while you let out a shaky breath after, there were no more attempts to scream on your part. He hummed as he adjusted the towel so you were covered again, happy that you weren't being difficult. At least for now.
Once that was done, he wrapped that other arm around you, making you continue to sit like that with him. The drops of water that had remained on your hair and skin were soaking into the material of his tracksuit, but he took more note of what he smelled when he breathed in. A nice scent on your skin – that body wash you'd bought earlier.
As much as he wanted to say that he liked it, it'd probably be a weird thing to mention that he thought you smelled nice, at least in this situation.
He refocused when he saw you glance over your shoulder, still trembling as you looked at him. You probably wanted to know what was going to happen to you, but you didn't seem willing to say anything.
Since you wouldn't speak, he went first.
“I was being nice to you earlier and you blew me off,” said Phinks.
A sob was still coming out with every other breath, but you managed to pull yourself together enough to begin to form a response.
“I-I-I'm s-sor-”
“Don't say that you're sorry again. I heard enough of that earlier.”
You quickly clamped your mouth shut while he continued.
“Do you know why I'm here?” he asked.
You didn't say anything at first, seeming hesitant to answer.
Phinks huffed.
“You wouldn't stop talking when you found that guy in the lot; now you're barely speaking even when I want you to.”
That statement of his seemed to confirm some things in your head.
“Why did you try so hard for that guy, anyway?” Phinks then asked.
When you didn't answer that time, he chose to ignore that and continued with “what I don't get is how long it took you to realize that you were in a dangerous situation. You thought that the guy had been shot and didn't think that there'd be repercussions for trying to help him?”
“You... You heard that?” you asked.
“You weren't being very quiet; anyone could've heard you.”
“..... You killed those people?” you whispered.
“That's a stupid question, don't you think?”
“... Are you going to kill me?”
In response to that, Phinks finally loosened his grip so he could turn you and have you face him. Your hands immediately went to clutch at your towel and you looked terrified and confused.
Phinks still remembered how you'd been with that guy. How you'd begged him to help you help him, how you'd smiled at him as you told him that he'd make it, how easily you opened yourself up to a dying man and tried to make him promise that the two of you would talk again once he recovered from his injuries.
How you gripped his hand in an attempt to comfort him.
That thought had Phinks reaching over and grabbing one of the hands you had clutched against yourself. You let out a soft yelp as he pulled it away from you while he focused on how soft your hand felt in his.
Why had such an action stayed with him?
…..
He once again decided that he didn't want to think about it.
“I won't kill you,” he said, realizing that he hadn't answered your question.
“Why?” you asked.
Instead of answering, Phinks pulled you in closer, ignoring the way you began to panic when you saw how close his face was getting to yours. You were trying to escape the hold he had on you again, and when that didn't work, you pressed your free hand against his chest to try and keep him away from you.
He grabbed that hand as well.
When Phinks pressed his lips against yours, you whimpered.
He ignored it, far too taken by the thought of how nice it felt to have you like this.
Without anything to hold it up, the towel ended up falling off of you completely, and once again you let out a sad noise against his lips.
Phinks didn't do anything that time.
That was your own fault.
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The Phantom Toupe🕷️🕸️
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chrollohearttags · 10 months
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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 • 𝐇𝐁𝐈𝐂
synopsis: the head of a notorious fraternity decides to go toe to toe with the student council president after a very heated hearing.
content warning: black fem reader, soft dom Phinks, choking, deep missionary, unintentional creampie, praise kink, make up sex, fingering, use of bitch and bastard.
this is the second installment in the HunterxHunter collegeverse commission from @annie-franny. I thank you so much for your support and patience on these. I am so incredibly sorry it has taken this long but I really hope that it has been worth it. I’ve loved working on this series and I can’t wait to finish the final one as well.
wc: 4.7K
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“Miss president, the council is waiting for you. Right this way.”
“Thank you.”
The short exchange took place between (y/n) (l/n) and one the twelve members of the Yorknew State University Student Council. The dozen, hand selected co-eds, who’ve exhibited exemplary behavior among their peers, as well as maintained exceptional grades..all to be considered among the upper echelon. You were held to a much higher standard than the rest of the student body. Because of this, it was your job to maintain order and hold others to the same standards. Who better than to cast judgment, critique and friendly advice than the very same people they’d attend class with? Besides, with a fellow student, the chances of facing true consequences for their actions were slim to none, right? At least that’s the way it was until (y/n) (l/n) came along. Ruling the campus with an iron fist and keeping order when others refused to. You had been coined ‘The Ice Queen’ for how intolerant you were to your cohort’s behavior. It could’ve been chalked up to the fact that you were used to being the one who constantly watched others get away with so much whilst you had to walk on eggshells to even get a fraction of the accolades they were handed. Hence why you had no interest in showing mercy when it came to passing down punishment. Today’s hearing was no exception..
“Miss President, the defendants should be arriving shortly. Please, take your seat.”
“This is already a waste of my time as far as I’m concerned so they might want to make it quick. Has everyone been briefed on the situation?”
Receiving a nod from your subordinate as you both made your way over to the plush chairs; regal-like decorations scattered about the room. A Victorian-esque interior lining the walls and providing a dark academia aesthetic. Dressed in your normal council uniform attire; a blue blazer, plaid skirt, black leggings and flats, you’d toss the freshly styled box braids over your shoulder, checking your lip gloss over once more and crossing your legs, (y/n) proceeded to open the black binder sitting before you as you began sifting through the papers clamped in them. On the docket today? “Bring him in.” soon the old, rustic doors to the entrance would open and a fellow scholar appeared. Tall with distinct facial features, blonde wefts combed over to the right..dressed in a black button down, gray slacks with a gold plated belt buckle and a small matching chain dangling from his neck, along with a wristwatch. Another rich boy prick probably expecting to walk in here unbothered and walk right out unscathed. No consequences for their actions whatsoever. Unfortunately for him and the others currently filling the room..you had other plans! Hell, because several members of said fraternity had given you a hard time in the past, maybe you’d make a nice little example out of them.
“Mr. Magcub..you and your fellow fraternity brothers are here on accusations of defamation of school property, reckless endangerment and misappropriation of funds. How does the accused plead? Speak..one at a time.” Once issuing your orders, the four gentlemen stood in a straight line, heads to the ground and faces scrunched into a scowl. As if they were angry kids being chastised by their mother. Too bad, this was the result of their very childish actions. They’d lean up to the tall blonde and whisper something before he’d wave them off entirely. Rather, he’d take a step forward and bow his head. As if he were truly remorseful. And yet, what followed were a string of not guilty pleas. So typical. Crossing your arms, you’d scoff and proceed to flip to the next page of your notes. Then, he’d proceed to speak once more.
“Ms. (L/N), on behalf of the Alpha Phi Delta fraternity, I’d like to offer my sincerest apologies for the destruction, pain and problems that myself and my fellow brothers have caused. As their leader, responsibility rests solely on my shoulders and I am willing to atone purely on my lonesome. So as long as my brothers will be spared any repercussions.." Having heard of your reputation and how brutal you were when laying down the hammer, it wasn’t a fate that Phinks would wish on anyone but it was a burden he was willing to bear entirely on his shoulders. Because that’s the type of man he was..a true leader and a stand up guy. Because you’d have no way of knowing this, but the property damage? Faulty electrical in their house almost started a fire so rather than bothering the one sole maintenance worker, who was stacked to the brim with repair requests already, Phinks decided to take matters into his own hands and hopefully teach his privileged frat brothers a thing or two about hard work. Where he came from, if you wanted the job done, you rolled up your sleeves and got to it. It damn sure wasn’t handed to you on a silver platter. However, they had a few hiccups and put a couple of holes into the wall of the main corridor. Reckless endangerment? one of the four standing there decided to mess around while another was on a ladder, doing some patchwork; causing the boy to fall, resulting in a brief hospital stent and a broken arm. And for the misappropriation of funds? Well, all a dumb misunderstanding and honestly, a mistake. They probably should’ve consulted an actual electrician but instead, Phinks utilized the knowledge he gained from working at his father’s own electric company as a teen and decided to take the two grand to Home Depot and do it all on his own. If anything, his only crime was being too damn stubborn and cheap to hire professionals! However, that wasn’t going to cut it..
“Gentleman, I trust that you all understand the severity of these accusations. At YorkNew University, we hold ourselves to a higher standard..we do not tolerate nor accept such trivial and downright dumb behavior. Regardless of the circumstances, what you all did could have resulted in much more bodily harm than it already has. Or something far worse. These are matters that should have been brought up to your superiors rather than taken into your own hands. I’m not only angered but extremely disappointed. As a leader and president, Mr. Magcub, I would expect you to implore far better common sense and yet, you neglected to do so…” as he stood there, listening to you scold him in front of his peers, the entire room fell silent..without so much a single whisper. And no one with half a brain would dare interrupt you either. You were ruthless and practically inconsolable when you got on these rampages. There truly was no stopping you, honestly. Yet, Phinks couldn’t help but to respect and empathize with you. He knew how rough you had it with some of these students and how a few of them even resented you for your punishments but you had no choice. Especially when said accused have been getting away scot free their entire lives. Tossing daddy’s money at the problem and expecting it to go away. You were sick of it..little did you know, that wasn’t the case with Phinks. He was the furthest thing from. Even so, it wasn’t going to sway you in the slightest nor would it change how you were going to proceed with this..
“..as it stands, I hereby call for the indefinite suspension of Mr. Magcub and his immediate resignation as president of Alpha Phi Delta. Meeting adjourned, thank you all for your time.”
the words couldn’t even make it out of your mouth good before the entire place erupted. Audible gasps, slamming of books from your fellow council members and the four frat brothers, raising hell on the floor below you. If anyone had ever encountered the Ice Queen, then they knew your word was absolute and that there was no changing your mind. Standing from the chair; dutifully pulled out by one of the male cohorts, you’d proceed to get up but were quickly interrupted by shouting from the others. “You can’t do this, lady!” “Yeah, he was only trying to help! You can’t kick him out over a fucking mistake.” Still, you stood firm and your decision was absolute. Despite all of their ranting and complaining..the only one seeming to understand that was Phinks himself..or so you thought! With his head still hung low, he’d wave an arm up to his brothers as to silence the riled up trio. “It’s fine, boys. Really. That’s a part of life. Owning up to your mistakes and facing the consequences, I get it. Don’t worry about it..” but the second you’d turn on your heel, thinking the ‘former’ frat president had accepted his fate lying down, he’d hit you with another surprise:
“I have a question though, Miss President..or should I say (y/n ‘s nickname)..since when did you become such a bitch?” Soon, everyone was glaring at the two of you as if they had heard some shocking revelation. And truthfully, it was..for you at least! It was like a shot to the gut hearing that former childhood nickname being hurled at you because as far as you had known..there was only one person in your entire life to refer to you by it. Even so, you had to remain poised and professional. Stand firm within your ruling and not little petty, trivial cheap shots sway you either. Dismissing the remainder of the council members, (y/n) stood near the door; arms folded and guarded as the room dissipated to only yourself, Phinks and his frat brothers. That was until he ordered them to leave and said he’d catch up later. Once the two of you were officially alone, you’d lock the door and resume your discussion without pause. You had a few questions of your own but first…you’d gladly answer his.
“Who the hell do you think you are?…calling me a bitch? Talking to me and throwing out silly nicknames as if we’re old acquaintances. Have you lost your goddamn mind?”
spewing the words with pure vitriol and anger. Your plump lips curled into a scowl as he glared at you with that signature stupid smirk on his face. You hated him…hated him for making you look like a damn fool in front of your peers and embarrassing you. But Phinks was quite unbothered by the entire matter because he saw right through that facade. Through the big words, tough exterior and iron fists. When he looked at you..all he could see was that little girl with the curly afro puffs that used to be parted into buns atop your head as the two of you explored the neighborhood. The one who he used to play with until your parents had to all but drag you back in the house..and the girl he became a man with in his senior year of high school..losing his virginity together with the only woman he’d ever trusted. Holding hands as he claimed your sweet flower for his own. Kissing you softly on his bed as he begged you to stay quiet out of fear of someone hearing the two of you. Wiping your tears when that proverbial cherry popped..telling you to scratch his back if it ever hurts. The best night of his life, if he were being frank and yours as well. But somehow, that all changed when the two of you went to college. When he began so foolishly neglecting his best friend for others and soon, you were nothing more than an afterthought. Telling you he loved you only to allow another girl on top of him shortly thereafter. That heartbreak manifested to pure hatred for not just these other petulant students, but men entirely. For Phinks and anyone who reminded you of him. You wanted them to suffer and when you finally got your opportunity to enact revenge on the sole scorner of your fragile heart, you laid down the hammer without so much as a second thought. Even though you were never dating, it still stung and it was a wound that never healed. Still..he wasn’t about to let you and your lust for power get him booted out over a simple misunderstanding!
“You can drop the whole wicked mistress act, it’s just you and I here, alright? No need to be so uptight, sweetheart.” That deep tone of his vibrating throughout your body as he stepped forward..bridging the gap of space between you. As he approached, you caught a whiff of that cologne radiating from him. Tom Ford. A far cry from the Axe he used to practically bathe in when he was younger. Truthfully, it was all he could afford. His entire demeanor had shifted, quite honestly. He seemed so mature..so poised..so handsome. The Phinks you knew would’ve never stood for such an injustice and would’ve been throwing things around the room but for (y/n)? He was a different man. One who had spent the past two years contemplating the actions of his dumb mistakes. Not just with the frat but in general. The fact that he all but abandoned you the second he touched campus soil. Wanting to fit in and find a different crowd so badly, he forgot the one person who had always been there. You were bitter and rightfully so. But if he could do anything to rectify it..it’d be right here and now. Because it would be nearly impossible to ever have this access to you again so he’d make his shot count!
“I’m sorry, (y/n). Sorry for humiliating you like that and calling you out of your name but I knew it’d be the only way to get your attention. The only way you’d respond is if I pushed your buttons. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” “A little too late for that, don’t you suppose?” Still stoic and stonewalled as ever. Turning your face in the opposite direction so that you didn’t have to look at him. But like always, he got the better of you. Running a finger underneath your chin, he’d tip your head up and twist it back towards him so he could glare into your eyes. Far past your soul as he had such a horrible habit of doing. Smooth talking and charming his way out of it. By now, you were pressed against the end of a nearby table and he was closing in on you..softly caressing your cheek in the process. “I see you’re still wearing the necklace I got you. Can’t believe you kept it after all this time.” Referring to the thin gold chain and heart locket dangling from around your neck that he gifted you for your seventeenth birthday and still at twenty one years old, you were still sporting it. Along with the scars and pain he left on your fragile heart. Scars he wanted to heal right here and now..
“(Y/N)..listen to me. I can’t turn back time. I can’t erase what I did in the past but I’m trying my damnedest every single day to become a better man for it. I know you’ll probably never forgive me and I don’t expect you to, that would be selfish..but I hope that you can at least hate me a little less. I don’t want you bearing this feeling forever. Not because of my stupidity..”
with your faces only a few inches apart, you’d glare; transfixed on his eyes as yours welled with tears. Hard as you may have tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to not be infuriated. So much so, you’d smack him with an open palm across his right cheek. Unable to contain those overflowing emotions. The tears, the anger, the pure, raw passion that you had for him. That never faded after all that time! “You bastard..how dare you? How dare you leave me and then come back after all this time? I missed you so fucking much and you just left—“ by now, you had broken into full blown hysterics, inconsolable being back in the arms of the one and only man you had brought yourself to love. Rather than meeting your melodramatics with more hostility, he’d simply cusp your cheek into his hand and bring you towards him for a searing kiss that caused your words to trail off into nothing more than a muffled whimper. In that split second, your entire world seemed to have come to that of a complete stand still. Frozen right there in his grasp and when you finally came back to reality, you didn’t want to end..without so much as another word exchanged between the two of you, Phinks reeled you back in, this time deepening the smooch and bridging the gap between your bodies. By now, there wasn’t a single other soul in the vicinity to witness this spectacle. Or to interrupt it for that matter. Regardless of the fact that the two of you had just been in the midst of a heated dispute moments ago, and now, attempting to disrobe the other, it was apparent that whatever feelings you had for one another were still as strong and that once dormant flame of passion was burning brighter than before.
his hands roaming your body, yours trailing his…it was all a blur but finally, Phinks found himself shirtless and you working away at his belt buckle when he came to. But he was quick to halt you..as he had plans of his own. “Wait, sweetheart. Stop..” “What do you mean? Are you—“ however, before you could complete whatever rant you were about to partake in, he’d press a finger to your lip, instructing you to be quiet. “Don’t..don’t speak. Please..”’Even taking it a step further and allowing you to suckle on his fingertip. Normally, if a man had said such a thing to you, it’d be literal hell to pay. But something about Phinks and that gentle, domineering nature of his always threw you into submission..as much as you hated it! “Just let me make things right, okay?” Slowly, that same finger trailed south and to your own top, unfastening the buttons one by one as you watched along with bated breath. Your chest heaving with every passing moment as your skin became exposed to the cool air wafting throughout the room’s ventilation. Shortly thereafter, becoming marked by the curvature of his soft lips. All the while, tracing his fingertips up your bare legs. Which he’d prop on the table and spread apart. “Do you have any idea..how long, I’ve waited to have you in my arms again, (y/n)? To say I’m sorry for being so shitty? For making you feel less than your worth?” Amid his speech, his fingers would make haste in hooking around those thin lace panties you were wearing and pull them back. Exposing your warm and dripping sex to the cool air as well..you’d suck your teeth when he made slight contact with your clit. Biting your lip as you’d watch him carefully. “But I won’t be so stupid this time, I promise.” Before you knew it, you found yourself filled to the brim with one of his thick fingers, releasing a loud gasp in response. Sliding down, you’d begin gently rock on those digits.
“So just lay back and let me take care of you, alright? Don’t worry about anything..” closing your eyes whilst you let him overtake your body. Holding dominion over you in ways you could never imagine. Merely listening to the sound of his voice to get yourself off, not to mention being impaled on his middle and index. The tight bundle of nerves becoming undone by a few pushes to your g-spot. Meanwhile, your nipples lie dormant in his mouth, gently suckled...flipped around by his tongue and kissed by his lips. Eventually, allowing them to trail back up to your neck. Muttering into your ear with a smirk plastered his face. “You remember that night after graduation..when you let me finger you in the backseat of my old Camaro?..I recall that night so vividly. You looked just like this..so cute and innocent. Just begging me to keep going..” sweetly taunting you with his thumb parting your lips. “It was the first time we had complete privacy, without having to cover our mouths. And we were being so damn loud. I swear, you had the prettiest moans.” Making you both begin to laugh, reminiscing on those times. He continued to speak when all you could muster were muffled whimpers. “You got so wet for me..damn, you were so wet..” “..yeah, and I freaked out because you made me squirt for the first time and thought I had done something else.” Prompting you both to laugh about it. The memory unlocked something inside of him that drove the tall jock to sink his fingers further and even grunt. “Yes…fuck. I couldn’t forget. You had my seats covered in it but it was kinda my fault. I couldn’t stop fucking you. You just felt too good.” Nibbling at your ear with that slick grin before pressing deeper and mashing your very swollen clit with his thumb..making slow circles until your head fell backwards. Which he’d tug back up with a gentle hand, staring you right in the eyes.
“Which is why I’m going to do it again.” Declaring as those digits continued pumping in and out, drawing forth high pitched wails and plenty of juices..never had a man made you feel the way this one had. And as quiet as it was all kept, you had no use of interest in anyone else other than Phinks. There was something about him that drew out your softest energy; made you feel safe and protected, not to mention free to be yourself. “I’m going to make love to you right here and now..because I don’t want to spend another second being apart from you, (y/n). Two years..two long years. I missed you.” The tone in his voice causes your legs to tremble on instinct. The sheer pleading and desperation doing something to you. But before you had a chance to truly gather your bearings..he was already another step ahead. With his pants shuffled to his waist, unfastened and unbuckled, you could spot his exposed pelvis but once he withdrew those fingers, you found yourself filled with his cock instead. “Hnghh! Oh God..” eliciting a loud cry from your lips which were muffled by his own as that swollen tip made its way inside of your entrance. (Y/N) was heaving, trembling and clawing at his shirt whilst holding him close. Your legs spread wide and placed atop his shoulder as Phinks eventually tucked the end of his shirt between his teeth, holding it out of the way so that he could get a perfect glimpse of his cock sliding in and out of that wet warmth..coating him with the two gentle strokes that he had already given. Whining from the sensation of “Shh..it’s alright, baby...” cooing to you quietly. He could tell that you were still having some trouble taking him so he’d go as slow as possible. Letting you become acclimated to his size again. Meanwhile, a sheath of silky cream began dripping down his shaft as he was able to work a few more inches in. Wiping those stray tears away in the process. “..just like our first time, angel. You’re so tight..you’re with me now, where you belong.” It’s that sentence alone that allowed you to open up and unclench for him, allowing him a little more room to maneuver. Feeding you those deep strokes at a steady pace. Your eyes averted down to watch him go in and out.
“Phinks…I—I’m so sor—“ but before the words could leave your lips, he was halfway to the hilt, grunting and pulling you further into his grasp. And now, forming a slight bulge in the pit of your tummy. “No..don’t you dare apologize. This is my fault. All me, baby. But I’m gonna make it—up to you, I promise. Will you let me do that?” Practically pleading as the grip of that pussy began to take its toll on the frat leader. He was a strong, stoic and tough guy. Epitome of a stereotypical jock or athlete when it came to braun. But as with anyone, Phinks had his Achilles heel and you were most certainly it. He became weak and quite frankly, pathetic when you were in the mix. He couldn’t contain himself..losing all semblance of control with no regrets. So much so, his voice began to crack and that once established rhythm sped to sporadic stroking; some sharp and others all over the place. “You can take me, baby. C’mon. Let me have it..let me have that pussy, please.” By this time, the table underneath your bodies was rattling around, knocking against the wall. Your skirt was flipped to your stomach and your breasts were jiggling wildly, from your unfastened shirt. “Mmm! Please..don’t stop. Take it, this is yours..fuck!” That sentence alone forced him to lose it. Clutching a hand around your throat, he’d shove his tongue into your mouth and pound you until he began pulsating through those walls. Your flesh cusps him and refuses to let him go..which led to something neither of you expected:
“Oh God! (Y/N)..fuck!” Crying out with a guttural moan, Phinks’ hard pounding ceased all together and before you knew it..he had you filled to the brim with his cum. That warm, milky load stuffed and nestled inside of you as if he wouldn’t dare put it anywhere else. The two of you stared in shock before bursting into laughter, examining the aftermath. “Jesus, (y/n)..I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—oh fuck, you felt so much better than I remember. I just couldn’t help myself.`` But you didn’t hold it against him too much. In fact, you thought it was quite funny and you liked the sensation a little more than you’d expect. Leaning down, gently stroking your clit, you’d watch it seep out onto the wooden furniture. “It’s okay..I’ll be fine.” Planting a kiss to his lips as he worked to regain his composure. Tilting his chin up so that you could stare at him as you uttered your next words. “Hey…I love you, Phinks. I always have.” “I know, gorgeous. And I love you more. I promise I’ll never leave your side again.” Still resting inside of you whilst your bodies remained close. He never wanted this moment to end or to be apart from you that long ever again. However, there was still one order of business that you two had to sort out…
“So about this resignation..you seriously gonna kick me out?”
batting those eyes at you as if they would change your mind but the previous events may have definitely softened your heart just a tad bit.
“Meet me in my dorm later for round two and we might be able to work something out.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were propositioning me, ma’am.”
but all in all, it seemed that things were finally on better terms with the two of you and you were thankful because being apart from the only man meant for you was exhausting!
“Well sir, it’s a good thing that you do. Now help me up.”
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justyanderes · 1 year
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Nsfw fake bodyguard tropes but made utterly unholy... ft. phantom troupe🕷️
Who purposefully acts sloppy in their work so you will try to hassle them. Upon you doing so they now gain a reason to take you in and teach you to learn some appreciation towards those who are stronger than you...
UVOGIN | FEITAN | MACHI
Who only took on this job to gain access to your high up spouse but you are such a soft sweet thing, so very undeserving of that bastard. who doesn't have the courtesy to arrive to your anniversary dinner on time... Surely it wouldn't hurt if the two of you had some fun before they arrived right?
CHROLLO | PHINKS
FRANKLIN | PAKUNODA |
Contining on with the last trope but they at least let you enjoy dinner before they fuck you so well you won't remember your spouse til it's so late in the next afternoon...
Who legitimately forgets the fact they are supposed to be acting undercover as your bodyguard (you almost die lol) so they have no choice but to make up for it by giving you really good oral 👉👈
SHIZUKU | SHALNARK | NOBUNAGA
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simping4villains · 8 months
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A/N: Hey y’all! Here’s another Phinks oneshot requested by one of my wattpad readers! My requests are always open, just keep in mind that it may take me awhile to get to them bc i’m working on sooo many fics rn. Anyway, hope you enjoy! <3
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Warning: Sexual content
The mission was simple: break into the social club on the edge of town and steal the valuables that were said to be hidden in the safe. What the intel failed to mention was that the social club was a common hangout for the local mafia members. When the four of you broke in, you were completely swarmed. Of course, those grunts couldn't actually use nen, so it didn't pose much of a challenge, but a heads up still would have been nice.
   "What's wrong? Why are you holding back?" You asked Phinks as he snapped the neck of the last man in the most recent wave of enemies, dropping him into a heap on the ground.
   "Huh? Whachya mean, holding back?"
   "Oh sorry, I just thought you had to have some kind of intense power to be a part of the phantom troupe."
   You hadn't been with the troupe for long, so you hadn't gotten to see everyone's abilities, but you were very impressed with the few that you had seen. It made sense why they had the sort of reputation that they did.
   "The hell are you saying?"
   "Nothing, forget it. Let's just catch up with Shalnark and Feitan." The hallway ahead of you split into two paths. You weren't exactly sure which one led to the other spiders. "Uh, any idea where they went?"
   "I was a little busy when they ran off," he snapped.
   Why was he always so fucking defensive?
   "Alright, guess we'll have to split up to find them. You think you can handle yourself?"
   He rolled his eyes as he pushed past you. "Don't get too cocky, newbie."
   You both picked a hallway to follow. It became clear pretty quickly that you had chosen the right path. More blood and bodies covered the floor the further you went. Eventually, you found Feitan and Shalnark standing at the end of the hallway. Behind them was a large, metal door.
   "Oh, hey y/n!" Shalnark called when he saw you. "Perfect timing."
   "Where's Phinks?" Feitan asked impatiently.
   "He went down the other hallway to look for you guys."
   He gave an annoyed grunt as he pulled out his phone. "Will text him."
   "So, how's your first official mission going so far? You sure you still wanna be a troupe member?" Shalnark asked you.
   "It's not all that bad," you laughed. "I hadn't talked to Phinks much before this, though. What the hell is his problem?"
   "Good question," Feitan muttered as he read Phinks's immediate reply to his text.
   Shalnark laughed. "Aw, come on! Phinks is a great guy. He's just got a lot of. . ."
   "Anger issues?" Feitan offered.
   Shalnark shook his head. "No, that's not it."
   "Stupidity?"
   "Not that either."
   "Don't know what else it could be."
   Shalnark's eyes lit up. "Passion! Yeah, that's it."
   Feitan hummed, clearly thinking his answers were better.
   "We havin a party over here?" Phinks asked as he strolled up. "What the hell are you guys doing just standing around?"
   "Well, we were waiting for you to catch up," Shalnark explained.
   "Took you long enough," you teased.
   Phinks opened his mouth, likely to cuss you out for picking on him, but Shalnark cut him off.
   "So anyway, this door might give us a bit of trouble. I can try to hack the digital lock, unless you have any other ideas, Phinks?"
   Feitan snickered. "Really asking him?"
   Phinks reared on him. "Hey, listen here, you little runt, I'm as capable of coming up with solutions as anyone else!"
   "Whatever you say."
   "I don't need this," Phinks huffed before taking a few steps back. "Watch and learn."
   He activated his nen and charged at the door, preparing to throw his body into it. At the last second, it swung open, causing him to crash to the floor. You and Feitan couldn't help but laugh.
   "Whoops! Sorry, Phinks," Shalnark apologized. "I ended up being able to hack it after all."
   Phinks groaned, rolling onto his back. "It's fine, Shal. No harm done, right?"
   "Just to your ego," Feitan said. "Proved us right."
   "I dunno," you countered, "even I didn't think he could be that pathetic."
   He lifted his head to look at you. "You wanna quit talkin shit?"
   You shrugged. "I'm just being honest"
   He scoffed in response. "That's it." Phinks pushed himself off of the ground, dusting himself off. "Fei, Shal, you think you can handle the rest of this mission?"
   They both looked at each other, clearly confused. It was Shalnark who finally answered. "Uh, sure, yeah."
   With that, Phinks stormed over to you, picked you up, and threw you over his shoulder like it was nothing.
   "Hey!" You shrieked. "Put me down!"
   "Relax, will ya? You and I are just gonna go have a chat about this fucking attitude of yours."
   "I can walk just fine on my own, though! Shalnark, will you talk some sense into this brute?"
   Shalnark waved at you as you disappeared around the corner of the hallway. "See you guys later! Remember that spiders aren't allowed to kill each other!"
   You couldn't believe his response. The other two were really just letting Phinks carry you off to god-knows-where to bitch you out. Fucking traitors.
   Phinks found an empty room—some sort of storage room judging by the piles of boxes and shelves of junk—that he decided was private enough for him to say whatever was on his mind. He locked the door behind him so that no stray mafia members would interrupt and finally set you back on your feet. As soon as he did, you punched him in the shoulder.
   "Ow! What the hell is that for?!"
   "For treating me like a god damn rag doll!"
   You went to swing again, but he caught your fist and pinned you against the wall.
   "Will you calm the fuck down?"
   "No, you're acting like a dickhead."
   "Me? You're the one firing off all the snarky comments. Didn't anyone ever teach you any manners?"
   "Oh, you're right. I forgot i'm supposed to respect my elders," you spat. "Sorry, geezer."
   He gave a wry laugh. "You know, with the way you're acting, it seems like you might be trying to hide something."
   "Oh yeah? Like what?"
   He moved one of his hands from where it kept you pinned, tilting your head so that your eyes met. "I think you've got a little crush."
   It was your turn to laugh. "You can't be serious."
   A crush? Absolutely not. Sure, when you'd first seen Phinks you couldn't help but admire him—I mean, come on, his body was stupidly gorgeous—but your interest was quickly crushed by his personality. You hated men who thought they were god's gift to humanity.
   "Don't think I haven't noticed you staring at me back at the base." He smirked. "You want me, don't you? That's why you're being such a brat—it's just to get my attention."
   You scoffed. "God, you're so fucking cocky."
   "Be honest," he leaned closer so his lips nearly brushed your ear. "Does it make you want me even more?"
   His warm breath made you shiver. It didn't go unnoticed by Phinks, who started to chuckle before you pushed him away.
   "Knock it off!"
   "Why?" He asked. "Because you know i'm right?"
   "You're not," you insisted, trying to keep your pride in-tact.
   "Oh, come on, I felt the way you reacted when I was close to you." His finger traced your ear to emphasize his point.
   You smacked his hand away. "I'm not sure what you mean."
   "Right." He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, following the action with his eyes. "So you're telling me that if I tried to kiss you right now, you'd stop me?"
   "Why don't you find out?"
   He frowned. "Are you just looking for an excuse to hit me?"
   "I don't need an excuse."
   "Guess I might as well take my chances, then."
   He wrapped his fingers in your hair and pulled you to him so that your lips met.
   You didn't punch him. Hell, you didn't even try to push him away. Your eyes just fluttered shut as the world melted around you. What the hell was wrong with you?
   You opened your eyes again when the two of you broke apart. You'd be lying if you said that you were surprised by the smug look on his face.
   "Guess I was right."
   "No, you absolutely were not!" You denied, though your voice sounded incredibly shrill and unconvincing as it left your throat.
   He crossed his arms over his chest. "Then why'd you let me kiss you?"
   "Spiders don't fight."
   It was a pathetic excuse.
   "You would've been well within your rights to slap me if you wanted. I wouldn't have held it against you."
   "I didn't know."
   "Would it really have changed the way you reacted?"
   "It might've, yeah."
   Even you didn't believe it as you said it. Really, you knew that Phinks fully expected you to slap him when he'd kissed you. Things certainly would've been a whole lot easier if you had. Now you were left questioning yourself.
   His hand found its way back into your hair. "Well, here, i'll do it again so you have the chance."
   "No, don't do that!"
   "Why not? Because you're lying? Because you know you secretly want me to?"
   Your face was starting to feel impossibly hot. "That's not it at all!"
   "Oh, really? Then what is it? You're afraid of hurting me?"
   "I. . ."
   He laughed. He knew he'd won. "You had so much to say earlier. Where'd all that sass go?"
   You pursed your lips, glaring daggers at him. "Shut up."
   "You're cute when you act tough."
   "I'll kick your ass, you know."
   He brushed his thumb over your cheek, flashing you that gorgeous, crooked smile that you could barely stomach. "Oh, I'm sure you will."
   "Don't patronize me. I fucking mean it."
   "Mhmm."
   You frowned, feeling your annoyance battling it out with the sexual tension. You weren't sure which would win.
   Ultimately, it was Phinks who threw in te towel. He untangled his fingers from your hair and stepped away from you, moving to leave the room.
   You felt breathless without his touch, without having him so close to you.
   "Where the hell are you going?" You called after him.
   He turned back to you. "I figured we were done talking. I mean, you told me that my theory was wrong, so what more is there left to say?"
   He turned again to leave. You rushed forward, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around. You'd been so ready to tell him off, to give him a piece of your mind, but as soon as your eyes met you froze.
   "What's this all about, huh?" he asked.
   "We don't. . . we don't have to say anything."
   "The hell do you mean by that?"
   You threw your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He was caught off guard for a second, but then you felt him smile against you. He had won. He was right. Whatever.
   "So you do want me?" he teased, biting your bottom lip.
   You flipped the two of you around so that he was the one pinned up against the wall. "Please, you couldn't wait to get me alone."
   You pressed your mouth to his again, running your tongue over his bottom lip for him to grant you entrance. He dropped his jaw so that you could explore his mouth with your tongue. All the while you were working your fingers into his hair, pulling his head aside to expose his neck.
   When you sunk your teeth into his skin he let out a combination of a yelp and a moan. "Jesus christ, woman."
   "What?" You asked innocently, pressing a gentle kiss to the spot where you'd bitten him.
   He chuckled, tilting his head for you to keep going. "You just might be more than I bargained for."
   The corners of your mouth pricked up into a smirk. "I guarantee I am."
   You sucked a harsh bruise onto his neck as you unzipped his jacket, slowly pushing it off of his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. You hadn't ever seen him without it, so you hadn't realized just how toned he really was. His muscles rippled under the loosely fitting material of his tank top. You could hardly peel your eyes away.
   "Wanna wipe up all that drool?" he teased.
   "Fuck off."
   "Nah, it's fine. You can admit you think i'm a dime."
   You wrapped your hand around his throat. "Would you shut the hell up?"
   His eyes went wide with excitement. "Yes ma'am."
   Your clothes flew off piece by piece amidst a montage of sloppy kisses and teeth grazing skin until he was sat back against a stack of crates with you straddling his lap. You gripped his shoulders as you slowly sank down on his cock, mouth agape and brows furrowed in a silent, pained moan at the feeling of him stretching you out. He felt even bigger than he'd looked.
   "You okay?" He asked, brushing your hair out of your face so he could look into your eyes as soon as your hips were resting on his.
   "Just fine," you assured him, though you were sure your face was betraying you.
   "So you'd be alright with me moving right now?" He shifted experimentally and you felt a surge of pain stemming from where the two of you were connected.
   Your hands shot to his chest to stop him. "Let me."
   You slowly raised your hips and lowered them back down on him, building up a rhythm to get yourself comfortable until you were all but bouncing on his dick. His hands held your ass, lazily guiding you up and down his shaft.
   He threw his head back in a moan. "You're so fucking hot. Shoulda done this sooner. Shoulda made a move the second I laid eyes on you."
   "I would've thought you were a jackass," you retorted.
   He gave a breathy laugh in response. "Does that mean you don't now?"
   "I'm not sure i'd say that."
   His mouth quirked into an amused smile before he pulled you into a kiss, hot and passionate and wild. When you broke apart he rested his forehead against yours, letting his hands run over your skin to soothe you.
   "Do you need me to hold back still?"
   You shook your head.
   "Then you might wanna brace yourself."
   He gripped your hips and started thrusting up into you. You buried your face into his neck, clawing at his back and tugging at his hair, trying to keep yourself grounded as he pounded into you relentlessly. He didn't slow until his tip rammed your cervix, causing you to squeal into his shoulder.
   He froze, pulling away so he could look at you. "Was that too much? Did I hurt you?"
   "I'm fine," you assured him.
   He rolled the two of you so that you were on your back. "I can slow it down for a sec," he said, rolling his hips so that he moved in long, slow strokes. With the angle he was at, he brushed all the right spots on each retreat. You were practically seeing stars.
   "God, Phinks," you breathed.
   "Yeah, babe? That feel good?"
   "Fuck, yes."
   Your hands snaked up his arms to pull him down into another kiss. Meanwhile, one of his hands moved between the two of you and settled on your clit. You gasped as his fingers started tracing circles against it and he used the opportunity to catch your bottom lip between his teeth.
   You arched against him, letting out a low whine. You appreciated how gentle he was trying to be with his slow thrusts, but it wasn't enough.
   "What is it, gorgeous?"
   "I want more."
   "More? You want me to be rough with you again?"
   "Please."
   He completely pulled out of you. The empty feeling left you ready to complain, but he cut you off when he grabbed you by the throat and said, "Get on your hands and knees."
   You quickly scrambled to do as he'd asked, nearly shaking with anticipation as he positioned himself behind you. You were expecting the sensation of his cock head teasing your entrance, but instead he landed a hard slap on your ass.
   "What the hell was that for?!" You yelped as he did it again.
   "You think you can act like a brat all night long without any consequences? You should've known you had this coming. You were practically begging for me to put you in your place."
   You didn't know how to react. You'd never had anyone treat you like that before. You were struggling to accept the fact that you kind of enjoyed it.
   He folded himself over your body so that he was speaking directly in your ear. "Now, you're gonna take every inch of me like the good little slut you are, got it?"
   You nodded, struggling to find words to respond to him.
   Once he got the go-ahead, he shoved your face down into the floor so that your back arched, making your ass stick up. He gave it one last slap before forcing the whole length of his cock into you at once.
   You cried out in pain, gritting your teeth as your walls accommodated his size.
   "You can take it," he said, pressing a kiss to your neck. "Can't you?"
   "Yes,” you whimpered.
   "Good girl.”
   His words caused a new heat to build between your legs. "Please," you begged, "fuck me."
   "Whatever you want, princess."
   He pulled back his hips and slammed them into you again, repeating the action over and over until he was was hammering into you even faster than before. You could feel that familiar coil of pleasure building once more, threatening to snap. As if Phinks could sense it, he dropped a hand down to give attention to your clit again.
   "Come for me, babe. I know you're close." He nipped at your ear. "I wanna feel you come on my cock. I wanna ride you through it until you're all fucked out. Let go for me."
   You did, letting your orgasm wash over you, carrying all of the tension in your body with it until you practically melted into Phinks. It was pure bliss.
  He groaned as he felt your walls clench around him and grabbed your hips, using them as handlebars to help him chase his own release. Within moments, you felt him stutter and a warmth spread through you, letting you know that he'd finished as well.
   Once the fog had cleared a bit from his head, he pulled out of you and rolled onto the floor, laying on his back. You collapsed beside him and watched his chest rise and fall heavily as he caught his breath.
   "You gonna be alright?" You asked. "I know senior citizens are at a higher risk for heart attacks if they overexert themselves."
   He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him, tilting your chin up and slipping his thumb between your lips.
   "You sure do like to mouth off. Maybe next time we'll have to put this to better use."
   You spat his thumb out. "Next time? You've got the wrong idea. This was just a one-off thing."
   He gave a hearty chuckle, like what you said had genuinely amused him. "Sure it was, babe. Whatever you say."
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shiftingparadise · 1 year
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I loved the way you wrote phinks 🥹 if it’s not to much to ask, could you write a brat taming scenario with him? Thank u!
I'm sorry it took so long... but it's finally here 🥺🤍 I hope everyone's doing fine. I'm sorry I'm not uploading as regularly as I used to, but I'm working on your requests. I got a request about writing a foursome with Feitan, Phinks, and Chrollo, and I'm kinda thinking about writing it into another Soft Spot sequel... Also writing a part 2 about the Mikey x Draken fic and I got a request about Gojo..; I'm so so so excited about this one 🥹. Sorry for the rant, have a great day everyone 🤍✨
Warnings: smut
Word Count: 1933
“Yes”. “I understand”. “Of course”. 
“Who was that?”, you walked behind him, softly massaging his shoulders. “Boss. We need to go”. 
“We?”, you frowned, “How does he know you’re with me?”. 
You agreed to keep this a secret. Both of you agreed to it. It was better this way.
“Don’t know, don’t care”, he lifted his shoulders, “Get dressed”. “Yes sir”, you rolled your eyes at his demanding tone, “Where are we meeting?”. “He texted me the coordinates, it looks like an abandoned warehouse”. 
“Just us two or?”. “All the spiders”. “Ugh”, you let your head fall back as you slouched to your room, “That means Hisoka’s coming too”. 
“So?”, his hot breath greeted your ear as his arms wrapped around your waist. “He’s … weird. He keeps staring at me as if he’s going to hunt me down like some prey”. “You’re pretty, everyone looks at you like that”. 
You tried to ignore the dancing butterflies in your stomach or how his hands were tugging at your panties, but it was impossible. Your body was addicted to him. 
“P-phinks-“, “Ssh, it’s okay, princess”, a soft bite on your shoulder as his digits stroked over your panties, earning a soft moan in response. “How can you be this wet already?”, a smirk on his face, “We’ve fucked the entire night”. “Fuck off”, you removed his hands from your waist, “I need to get dressed”. 
--- 
“Hm, delicious”. 
You tried to ignore the magician’s low grunt behind you. Even though you were more than able to protect yourself, Hisoka never failed to send shivers down your spine. You’ve killed, tortured, hunt down others, but Hisoka’s blood thirst was unmatched. 
“What?”, Phinks gritted his teeth, “What’s delicious, clown?”. “Calm down”, Feitan’s cold voice broke through the silence, after all, everyone knew whom Hisoka was talking about. 
“Hm, you’re right Fei”, a shimmer in Hisoka’s eyes as he played with his cards, “But don’t worry. No fighting between members. Right, Y/N?’. 
“Shut it”, a snappy response that caused a smirk on his face. “My, my, what a brat”, slow footsteps approaching you, “Want to have dinner tonight?”. “So, you can kill me?”, you slowly stood up from the rubble you were sitting on. 
“Why would I kill you?”. 
He was taller than you, a lot taller, but that didn’t faze you. You were angry. 
“Fuck off, Hisoka”, a soft push against his shoulder, “I don’t care what the rules are, you’re not one of us. I know you had something to do with Uvo’s death-“. “Careful, little butterfly. That’s quite an accusation”. 
It was never this quiet. Not once. Everyone was staring at the two of you, probably already betting on who would win the fight. 
“Try me”, once again a push against his shoulder, “Fight me. Do it”. “Y/N, stop before boss’ here”, Phinks’ voice reached your ears. 
“Are you flirting with me?”, Hisoka chuckled, his card pressed against your chest, “Does the little butterfly want to dance with me?”. 
This was it. You were going to snap. All the rage, all the hurt, … You were going to kill that clown. 
“Enough”, Phinks’ hand wrapped around your wrist, just in time to prevent you from hitting Hisoka. “Move”, your eyes locked with the blonde. “I said enough”, his grip tightened. “Tsk”, you angrily pulled away, “Fuck off, both of you”. 
--- 
“So, Feitan and I need to get these… and Phinks and Hisoka those?”, your eyes darted towards Chrollo. “That’s right”, a cold smile on his face. “What about the others?”. “They’re going to investigate something”. 
“Ready, Fei?”, you looked into his crescent-shaped eyes. “Yes”, a short reply. “Well, see you tomorrow”, you raised your hand into the air, “Remember, no fighting”. 
You hated Phinks right now. How could he stop you? It served him right that he was paired with that clown. 
--- 
“How long have you been sleeping with her?”, Hisoka let his head rest against the car seat. “Shut up”, the blonde tightened his grip around the steering wheel. “I can only imagine how pretty she looks with cum dripping out of her”. 
Silence. Phinks couldn’t answer. He couldn’t. 
“Does she make a good toy? You see, I’ve been wondering if she’s submissive or-“. 
“Shut up”, Phinks’ voice shaking. 
“Would you mind if I slept with her?”, Hisoka held out a card in front of him, “I don’t know if I can contain myself any long-“. 
“Touch her, and I’ll kill you”. 
He wasn’t normally like this. So, in control of his anger, but he couldn’t give that clown what he wanted. 
“Ah, so you are sleeping with her. I can’t blame you, but as I said… I don’t know if I can contain myself any longer. After all, I was just teasing you. I know how she feels. I know how she begs for more”. 
“You’re a fucking creep”. 
“Have you ever asked her? If she slept with anyone else from the Troupe? I suggest that you do”. 
“Shut up”, his heartbeat going faster with every second that passed. 
“I still remember the way she tastes. Sweet, like candy, with a hint of mint. Delicious”.
You wouldn’t. You’d never sleep with Hisoka. Phinks knew you hated that clown more than anything. 
--- 
“W-what?”, you lazily opened one eye, “Who’s there?”. 
3 AM? Who the hell was knocking at your door? No one knew you were staying in this room. Ah right, no one, except for Phinks. 
“Phinks, I swear to God I’m going to kill you-“. 
“Did you sleep with Hisoka?”, he walked past you, “Did you sleep with that fucking clown?”. 
“Excuse me?”, you chuckled while closing the door. 
“You heard me”, he gritted through his teeth. 
“No”.
“Liar”, within a second Phinks, pinned you against the wall, “He knew the way you tasted, the way your left leg shakes when you’re coming…”. 
God, you were going to kill Hisoka. Yes, you’d slept with him, but that was before he even joined the Troupe. It was a stupid one-night stand, and you were so drunk that you barely remembered anything. 
“He wasn’t even in the Troupe then”, you rolled your eyes, ignoring the fire in his eyes. “Tsk”, he clicked his tongue, “You’re a little whore. Sleeping with someone like that clown”. “Shut up, Phinks”, you tried to get away from his grip, but he was stronger than you. You knew that. 
However, you were smarter. In a fight, you’d easily kill him, but when it came to brute strength… 
“Who else did you sleep with? Feitan? Shalnark? Did you sleep with boss too?”. 
“Get off me”. 
“I asked you a question”, his hands wrapped around your jaw, forcing you to look at him, “Who else did you open your legs for?”. 
Why? Why were you getting wet? You could feel it. The burning sensation, the way your legs were rubbing against each other… 
“No one”, his hand still wrapped around your wrists above your head, “No one, I swear”. 
“But you did for Hisoka? Did he feel good? Was he better than me?”. 
“N-no”, you shook your head. 
“Liar, you came. You came all over that clown’s dick”. 
“I-“, “No”, Phinks interrupted you, “You only get to talk when I tell you to, got it?”.
He was always in control, but never like this. You liked it though. The way he talked down to you, the way his nails were digging into your soft skin… 
“You’re mine, Y/N. You’re addicted to me, and I was so, so proud of you. I was so proud when you were shaking for me, when there were tears in your eyes because you took me so well… But how can I be proud of someone who fucked a clown? Huh?”. 
You couldn’t help it. You really couldn’t. 
“Are you smiling?”, confused eyes looked into yours, “Do you think this is funny?”. “I don’t know Phinks, you tell me”. 
Wrong move. 
“Tsk, brat”, his grip around your jaw tightened as he pulled you towards your room, “I’m going to sit down, and you’re going to strip for me, got it?”. 
“I’m only wearing a shirt, I was sleeping, remember?”. 
“Do I look like I care?”, his arms resting on his knees, “Strip”. 
“Ugh, fine”, you rolled your eyes. 
“Rolling your eyes, huh?”, he stood up, pulling you close, “You want to be a brat? Fine. I’ll make sure you listen to me like a good, little girl once this night is over”. 
“Huh?”, your eyes widened when pushed you onto your knees. “Don’t look so surprised and open your mouth”. “Phinks-“, “Ssh”, he gently stroked your cheek, as his lips hovered over your ear, “Cherry. That’s the safeword, got it?”. “Hm”, you loudly swallowed, heart racing. You loved this. The way he forced you on your knees, the way he treated you like his property.
“Show me that I’m better than that clown, can you do that?”. “I-I can”, you shyly pulled his familiar green pants down. “Aw, what’s that? Were you so shy when Hisoka fucked you? Come on, make me proud”. 
Minutes later you were a mess. Legs shaking while the blonde pinned you down on the mattress, your face pressed into a pillow. 
“Huh? What’s that?”, his fingers tangled in your hair, “Want to come?”. “P-please”, a muffled moan was all you could manage. “Please who?”. “P-please Phinks-“, “Please who?”, a soft nibble in your ear as he kept thrusting. “P-please master”, you shyly responded. “Hm, that’s a good girl. Now, what did I tell you?”. 
“H-huh?”, with big eyes you looked over your shoulders. “You really are a dumb little plaything, aren’t you? Your hand”, the blonde pulled out as he nodded towards your arm, “Where did I tell you to keep it?”. 
“R-right sorry”, you hastily placed your hand in between your legs. “Tsk, on your back”, big hands easily flipped you over, “Sorry, who?”. “Sorry master”. “Hm, good girl”, a small kiss on your temple, “I’ll forgive you if you come with me”. “Hm”, an innocent nod as you placed your hand in between your legs. “Want me to come? Want me to paint that bratty smirk off your face?”.  
“I-inside, please”, your head turned to the side, ashamed of your neediness. “Fuck, you never asked me that before”, his hand wrapped around your cheeks, “Want me to come inside? Want me to fill you up?”. 
“P-please master”. 
“Fuck, look at you. So submissive, so adorable, so f-fucking perfect”. “Please, want you to come inside master”. “Again”, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “P-please Phinks, I want you to breed me, to train me, to make me yours, completely. I w-want you to be proud of me”. 
“If you come with me, I’ll be so, so, so proud of you”. “I-I’m coming-“, “Ssh, it’s okay. I-I’m coming too. Look at me, okay? Don’t you dare look away”. 
Sex with Phinks was always good, but this was something else. Your body was shaking, drops of sweat dripping from the blonde’s temple as he let his head fall in the space between your neck and shoulder… 
“Fuck”, a heavy breath, “You’re something else”, a small kiss on your cheek. “Want to take a shower together?”, his black eyes staring at your tired ones. “W-would you mind if we stay like this for a while? I’m exhausted”, you chuckled while stroking through his hair. “I could stay like this forever”, his arm wrapped around your waist, “But seriously, Hisoka? What the hell were you thinking?”. “I wasn’t”, a smirk on your face as you let your eyes fall shut. 
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bwabys-scenarios · 8 months
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Hellooo, what about phinks😛
this guy… I’m not his biggest fan but I definitely understand why people like him
Phink’s Icks
-wears way too much cologne, to the point it makes you gag. he’ll tone it down if you beg, though, so points to him
-clingy but in a rude way?? like he pretends he DESPISES the idea of holding you yet he follows you around until you propose the idea that you should cuddle(he’s trying to act all cool, and eventually he stops this little act)
-if he’s not interested in what you’re saying he’ll tune it out. you’ll be ranting about your interests and he’ll just nod, not listening to a damn thing 😭 but he expects you to listen to every word he says
-keeps old clothes until they’re literally unwearable. you hold up a pair of socks covered in holes, one touch away from disintegrating. you throw them in the trash and the next day they’re back in his drawer
-SOO jealous, to the point it’s icky. the mailman handed you your male and he nearly killed him
What icks him out
-he dislikes people that are stuck up
-people who overly dislike cats or animals. sees it as a red flag
-being pushed away when he wants to hug/hold you(makes him feel unloved)
-he hates people that creep on women(biggest women defender)
Random HCs
-can be so subby sometimes
-loves to have you sat on his lap! it’s not even a sexual thing(sometimes) he just likes to feel your weight and warmth against him!
-so soft and gentle when he holds you. he knows his strength, treats you like glass
-wears an apron when he cooks
-he would love the Barbie Movie(green flag)
-once he’s grown more comfortable around you he lets you hold him
-pussy eater through and through, will drop to his knees to eat you out whenever
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pannacottababy · 4 months
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Haven't done an art post in a while, so if anyone was waiting for that, you are in luck because I recently just finished an art piece!
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My friend suggested a Pakunoda and Phinks clothesswap just to see what Phinks would look like in a skirt and Pakunoda in more masculine clothes.
Of course, I have to oblige. It was a pretty interesting request.
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raisinripe · 6 months
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behind the scenes in the auction arc
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frozenfrogz · 1 year
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Shalnarks so gay for uvo
✨️I can see it now✨️
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usagi-best-boy · 9 months
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Phantom Troupe Arm-wrestling Rankings
Hunter x Hunter
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uvobreakmylegs · 1 year
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Outbreak
didn’t mean to post a fic this big but i didn’t want to cut another fic in half again so here’s a massive Phinks fic
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Warnings: death, graphic depictions of violence, gore, blood, suicide, torture, threats of violence, reader goes through traumatizing shit, Phinks is callous at points but never goes yandere
Word count: 14.8k
If you'd been outside at the start, when everything went to shit and chaos erupted in the city, you probably wouldn't have made it for as long as you did. Actually, you'd have probably been one of the first ones to go. You didn't always have the greatest reaction times, and the shock of it all probably would've caused you to stand around like an idiot and make you an easy target.
It just so happened that you'd been inside when the sirens started blaring and the screaming in the streets echoed against the buildings and made their way to the windows of your apartment.
You'd been confused as you watched people running in the streets below, watching as they pulled loved ones behind them as they ran, as more people who had been sitting in their cars in the completely stopped traffic opted to exit and take their chances out in the open, and as many others were willing to push those who were weaker than them to the side, even throwing them to the ground in some cases in some attempt to make sure what was coming would get those who had fallen first.
Beyond your front door and inside the halls of your apartment building, you could hear people panicking as they noticed the growing chaos outside and came together to try and figure out what was happening.
Although you could hear your neighbors, you stayed by the window, unable to do anything but watch as you heard the screams from below becoming more distressed.
And then you witnessed what everyone was running from.
There was a man within the crowd who seemed normal at first glance, but when you looked closer, you found that he seemed calm compared to the panicking people around him. And though it was hard to tell with the distance from the upper floor where you were standing, it looked as though there were many black veins running along his body that were visible through his skin.
The last thing you were able to note was a black substance that was dripping from his mouth.
A woman stumbled in front of him, and that was when the man surged forward and sank his teeth into her neck, holding her so she couldn't get away while she screamed, beating her hands against him and when that didn't work, weakly begging for help from those around them.
Those cries soon ended, and when the man pulled away from her, you saw that her veins were becoming blackened as well, slowly darkening as whatever the substance was spread throughout her body. And when the man walked off to grab someone else who was trying to run, that black substance began to drip from her mouth as well.
Then she attacked someone, biting into some poor person's arm and only letting go when the process had been repeated with them.
When you saw a few other people who had been bitten begin to enter your apartment building was when you broke out of your stupor and you attempted to put up a barricade in front of your door. While part of you felt that you should open your door to at least call out a warning of what was happening, the screaming that started up when you grasped the doorknob had you change your mind, and all of your energy went into placing furniture in your entryway and hope it would hold if anyone tried to get inside.
All you really remembered from that moment in time were the sounds that you could hear beyond your front door. As you stood there, watching the door at the far end of the room, you heard a lot that you wished you hadn't: the running of feet on the carpeted surface while voices exclaimed, some people running back to their apartments while others made a break for the floors above you. Doors were being slammed shut while others weren't able to, and the noises that followed were of panicked people that became overwhelmed by those things, screaming as their flesh was bitten into before that black substance entered their system and their screams stopped. And onto the next victim those things would go.
With both hands over your mouth, you managed to keep yourself quiet, and it seemed that was what had saved you. A few times there were moments when one of them grasped your doorknob and tried to turn it to get in, but the locks on your door prevented that. When you heard them stop and stay quiet, as though they were trying to listen for anything, you staying still and silent seemed to confirm to them that there wasn't anyone inside, and they moved along. Aside from those instances, there were no attempts made by those things to get into your unit.
It scared you that they were smart enough to know how the doorknobs worked.
Huddling next to your bed, you went to social media to see if anyone knew what was happening; with the absolute chaos going on both inside and out, someone needed to have posted something as to what was happening.
You got the answers you were seeking at that moment as you saw three keywords being plastered across social media:
Outbreak.
Infection.
Zombies.
The chaos carried on into the night, screams and sirens sounding out while you refused to move from the area next to your bed, as if the second you did move, those things would become aware of your presence and break down the door to get to you. That would be the absolute worst-case scenario for you, as there was no chance that you'd be able to fight them off.
Things were still chaotic even when the next morning came, and you hadn't been aware that you'd been sleeping until you were awoken suddenly by the vibrations in the walls that came when something crashed into the apartment building.
Keeping low as you made your way to the window, you looked down to see that it was a car that was now sitting halfway inside the building, a dark plume of smoke rising from the ruined engine compartment. The person who had been inside had gotten out but had been swarmed immediately by so many infected that you couldn't hope to count them all. With all of them grabbing and pulling, the person from the car screamed as they were slowly being torn apart, their skin and muscles separating as the zombies all grabbed at them, all wanting a piece of their poor victim.
The instant that person died, the zombies seemed to lose interest, dropping the collection of body parts and wandering off in search of new prey.
You kept low again as you made your way back to the side of your bed. That moment was when the unit that was directly next to you was broken into, and you were forced to listen as the family next to you were overrun. They screamed for help as they tried to fight off those things. There was even a pounding at the wall that separated your unit from theirs, as if there was anything you would've been able to do for them.
Putting your hands over your ears, you silently begged for everything to stop. For all of this to just be a horrible nightmare that you would soon awake from.
The screaming did eventually stop, but you weren't able to escape this situation as you had so desperately wished for.
It didn't feel like a scenario that could actually happen. An outbreak of some kind that turned people into machines that were only programmed to attack others. Sure, the idea was one that was pretty common in works of fiction as there were countless games, shows and movies that explored the concept of zombies, but it had always stayed firmly within that realm of fiction.
But now that idea was real and you were living it, and you needed to try and survive it.
Unfortunately you realized too late that you had wasted the first two days, as by day three the electricity went down, which meant you would need to eat what was left in the fridge before it went bad. In your efforts to keep quiet so as not to be discovered, you were only able to make a brief call to your family late on the night before. They lived in a completely different area that was far away from Ranier, and from what you had gathered in that brief time of talking to them, there wasn't anything like an outbreak happening where they were. It seemed it was this city alone.
They had wanted answers from you as to what was going on, but you weren't able to get much out before the connection suddenly died. After that, your phone couldn't make or receive any calls, and the internet was down, too.
Now you were completely cut off from the outside.
By day five all of the perishable foods had gone bad, and you left them to rot in the refrigerator as you rationed out the food in the pantry. Your meals for the days after that consisted of a lot of crackers and cold soup.
When a week had passed since the madness had started, there was still no sign of things ending. No military forces had entered yet as you would have expected, and the only ones who roamed the ruined streets were those things and the survivors that stealthily make their way from one point to the next. Every time you spotted one of them when you dared to peek out of the windows, you would internally cheer for them, and when they left the area you could see from the window, you allowed yourself to think that they had made it. That they had gotten to safety and told everyone what was happening and soon there would be rescue for you and anyone else that had managed to survive.
And in those few instances where you saw a survivor be attacked, you turned away and covered your ears, finding it easier to make up a scenario in your head that despite all of the odds, they had gotten away as well.
As much as you hated yourself for not trying to do anything for them, there was no way you would've been able to help. By the time you got down there, they'd likely already be dead. You'd be dead too if you went down there, you told yourself. If not by getting jumped by whatever was down there, then by leading those things back up to your unit. There were still attempts to get the front door of your apartment open, the doorknob wiggling as the lock held strong against the infected, but those attempts never lasted too long.
You didn't want to survive for this long just to die here, so you stayed quiet as you continued to wait for rescue.
By day ten the pantry was still mostly full, largely because you didn't have much in terms of an appetite and could barely make yourself eat at least once a day. Still, you tried to feel happy about it, that you didn't need to venture out to try and scavenge for scraps of food. Others probably weren't as lucky.
But as more days went by and there was still no sign of anyone coming for you, you wondered how much longer you would have before you would need to leave.
The thirteenth day was when you made your decision.
It had been an optimistic hope that rescue would be coming for you, and that the best thing to do would be to stay put until that happened. Clearly, it had been a bit too optimistic of a hope. It'd been, what, almost two weeks now? How could rescue be taking so long when you were in a city as major as this one? Sure, it wasn't Yorknew, but there was a large enough population here that the outbreak would've been noticed immediately.
Maybe it wasn't just this city that was affected, and that the infection was in the rest of the surrounding area, making it difficult for rescuers to get to the denser areas of the city.
But regardless of that, you knew you needed to leave. There was still enough food for now, but how long would that last? It would be a bad idea to wait until everything had gone completely before you went out searching for more. You also worried how much longer the building would hold up. Just yesterday, when you'd tried to get some water from the kitchen tap, the water was discolored with a bad odor and you weren't willing to drink it. If you stayed in here and ran out of food, you wouldn't even be able to survive on just the water. Who knew what sort of things were in it by now?
You put the things you were taking with you into a backpack, most of it being food, as well as a package of bandages that had been in your bathroom and a map of the city that you'd never needed to use until now. All of that, along with a few sentimental items that weren't essential but that you couldn't bring yourself to leave behind, were packed up and ready to go by noon. All you needed to do from here was pop open a window, let down the fire escape ladder your father had given you when you had first moved here and be fast.
Thinking about escape in your head was a lot easier than actually acting all of that out.
The outside was filled with uncertainties: though you could safely assume that the rest of the city was in just as bad condition as everything you could see from your apartment window, there was no way of knowing just how bad all of it really was. For all you knew, the entire world had ended up just like Ranier by now and there wasn't any escape to be had and you would end up just like everyone else. Which meant that the only two options you had were to go down and become infected sooner or later, or stay up here and eventually starve to death.
Despite your fear, you chose the first option.
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It was hard to keep quiet as you ran, the sounds of your shoes on concrete echoing in the cramped alleyway while you breathed through your mouth as you pushed yourself to keep going. Keeping quiet was impossible in that moment, but if you wanted to escape those things that were shrieking as they chased after you, you'd need to give them the slip eventually and find someplace to keep quiet and lay low until they passed you by.
Getting out of your apartment hadn't gone all that smoothly. Since it seemed that the infected weren't as active in the later hours, you had waited until nightfall before you began to push open the window wearing your backpack and ladder at the ready so you could leave down the side of the building. Pushing it open to where it could fit you through it required using a bit of force, but you'd managed.
But it came at a cost as the window screeched horribly when you forced it open, and as soon as you tossed the ladder over the side, you heard a banging at your front door. The noise you'd made in forcing open the window got the attention of those things that were still in the apartment building. They knew you were in there.
With no other choice now, you descended.
You barely had time to take a look at your surroundings when you reached the sidewalk below – you saw the inside of the ground floor of the building and all of the infected that had seen you and were now rushing towards the doors and windows to get at you.
Precious seconds were eaten up as your foot was briefly tangled up by the ladder, but soon you were running along the sidewalk, your eyes darting about as you tried to find somewhere to try and lose the hoard that was now chasing you.
An alleyway entrance that seemed clear caught your eye and you ran in.
But they had seen where you went and were following after you.
Now you were running out of the alley and you barely managed not to trip over some upturned trash cans as you were forced to make a quick decision: right or left. To your dismay, more of those things were in the street, and they turned when they heard you and the commotion the ones that were chasing you were making.
Left it was, then.
More shrieking, more of those things chasing after you with the intent of turning you into one of them, and you forced yourself to keep running.
Not even a minute out of your safe haven and it already seemed like it was the end for you.
With the amount of noise both you and the infected were making, you must've been bringing even more attention to yourself. Brief flashbacks of the person who'd been swarmed outside ran through your mind: while scary, maybe it would be better for you to get torn apart. At least your body wouldn't be roaming the streets doing the same things to others.
Being torn apart sounded like a horrible way to go, though.
Just keep running, you told yourself. If you keep running maybe you can find something.
When you ran out of a different alley and onto a street that was littered with more abandoned cars, something happened.
You ran into someone.
Quite literally as you slammed into them after running out at full speed.
The first thought was that you had run into one of those things and now it was all over.
But when steady hands grabbed you and pulled you to the side, you managed to actually take in the appearance of the person who had caught you. You couldn't see a face, as it was covered by a helmet, but the insignia on the shoulder of the man's uniform meant only one thing:
Military.
Those things that had been chasing after you had now turned the corner of the alley you had initially run into, and you heard several shouts coming from other soldiers who were with the one who had caught you. They opened fire on them while the one who caught you pushed you to the side to join in. Stumbling back with your hands over your ears, your back hit an abandoned van parked on the street. You wondered briefly if you should keep running, in case the men couldn't handle those things, but when you looked back up you saw bodies falling, the bullets shredding through them as the soldiers slowly advanced.
They were doing it. They were really doing it. The military was stepping in to rescue survivors.
You sank to the ground in relief.
You'd be safe. Two weeks of this nightmare and it would soon be over for you. They'd extract you and you could go back to your family.
That thought had you doubling over as you tried not to cry, knowing that you needed to keep it together until you were somewhere safe. And as the gunfire ceased and you heard light banter coming from the men who had saved you, you hoped that would be soon.
You weren't paying much attention to them as you did your best to keep yourself composed, only hearing a small portion of the conversation that didn't mean much to you at first.
“We're heading through, but take care of things back here.”
“.... Really?”
“It's orders. Do it.”
Then there were footsteps heading towards you, and if you'd been listening close enough, you would've been able to hear the small sigh that the soldier had let out.
When those footsteps stopped in front of you, you looked up-
Right into the barrel of his gun.
The soldier, the one who had grabbed you earlier, was aiming his gun at you. You tried to understand the situation as you stared at him in shock. You had just escaped certain death; why was he doing this?
If your throat hadn't been so dry and you'd had the ability to form words, that would've been the only thing you'd asked.
Why?
His shoulders sagged slightly as he let out another small sigh.
“Sorry,” was the only response he gave.
And then he readjusted his grip on the gun, his fingers flexing slightly before he made a move to pull the trigger-
A shout came from the alleyway the rest of them had gone down, accompanied by someone being thrown into one of the building walls.
The gunfire that erupted after that caught the man before you off-guard, and he turned around as he tried to assess the situation.
At the sight of that, you snapped out of your stupefied haze as you recognized your chance to escape. But the firearm he carried and the fact that it sounded like there was more noise coming from down the alley made you reconsider trying to run for it. Instead, you dove beneath the van that you'd been sitting against, the underside of it high enough off the ground that you were able to squeeze in underneath.
Maybe he wouldn't know where you went. Maybe he'd figure it out fast and you'd still be dead.
But at least you wouldn't have just sat there and let it happen.
You kept your hands over your mouth as more shouting and gunfire sounded within the relatively enclosed space, and you watched the feet of the man who had been about to kill you go running off in the direction of the chaos.
It didn't sound like there were as many guns firing. But you also couldn't hear anything that sounded like those monsters. What was it that was taking out these men with seemingly little effort?
Eventually the noise died down, and all you could hear were gurgling noises that you assumed were coming from the soldiers before they finally succumbed to whatever wounds had been inflicted on them. No sounds of them stumbling off to join their attackers, so whatever had killed them must've been something else.
Then you heard the sound of footsteps, of someone walking closer towards your hiding spot.
You weren't breathing at that point. Your hands were clamped over your mouth as you willed yourself to stay completely still and not make a sound.
The footsteps stopped, and for a long while, everything was quiet.
“Hey.”
A chill ran down your spine. There was no one else on the street, you were certain. So whoever this was had to be speaking to you.
“Whoever's under there, get out here now.”
The man you heard sounded irritated. As much as you wanted to keep your hiding spot, he obviously knew you were there. Better to not make him angrier by pretending that you weren't.
“Please don't hurt me,” you said.
After spending almost two weeks not uttering a single word, it felt weird to be speaking again.
“Just get out of there already.”
Feeling like you had no choice other than to obey, you crawled out from beneath the van, trembling as you looked up to this new person.
A blonde man in a green tracksuit was looking down at you, and when you looked him over, you were surprised that he seemed to be unarmed. Hadn't he been the one to take out those military guys? Glancing at the bodies in the alley behind him confirmed that.
He had managed to do that unarmed?
He also looked surprised when he finally saw you.
“What, you're just a civilian?” he asked.
“Y-yeah,” you answered.
“Huh. Didn't think anyone like you would be left still,” he said.
“Anyone like me?” you repeated.
“A civilian who was in the city when all this mess went down,” he clarified, “you're the first person I've seen in a while who hasn't been taken over and isn't some jackass soldier.”
“Oh. Okay.”
You looked back to the bodies behind him, and you couldn't help but gulp at the sight of the men who'd been smashed into the pavement or had their heads turned completely around. How had he done all of that?
The man before you wasn't concerned with the carnage behind him, and he continued with his questions.
“Did you live here before this started?”
You nodded, explaining “I've been hiding in my apartment for a while. They didn't notice me because I kept quiet.”
“Hm. So it wasn't skill that had you survive this long then, just luck,” he said.
“I... I guess,” you said before you continued with “did you live here before, too?”
“No, I was just here for some business,” the man answered, “but obviously that fell through, and now I'm trying to get out of here.”
“Have you been out here all this time?” you asked.
“Yeah. I was hoping I'd be out of here by now, but between the infected people, those soldiers and the fact that I can't find a fucking map, it's going a lot slower than I'd like.”
He made it sound like it was just a minor annoyance, that he'd been surviving all this time since the outbreak started. Meanwhile you hadn't even lasted five minutes before running into a situation that could've easily ended your life had it not been for his intervention.
“What made you leave your apartment?” he then asked.
“Things only seem to be getting worse and it didn't seem like help was coming, so I thought it was a better idea to make a break for it,” you explained.
“You're gonna have a harder time doing that then you'd think,” he said, “government sent in the military, and those guys are combing through every street and shooting anything that moves.”
“But why? I haven't been bitten.”
“They don't care,” he answered, “in their minds, everyone in the city is a danger to the world at large, so it's easier to get rid of everyone instead of taking the time to go through and find the ones who might not be infected.”
“They.... They aren't going to rescue us?” you asked.
“No.”
“That's horrible,” you said.
He shrugged.
“That's the way people in those types of positions are,” he said, “they aren't bothering to figure out what's causing this, so they're playing it safe and getting rid of everybody.”
The man looked to the side, a frown forming on his face. You weren't sure what he was looking at, as when you followed his gaze, you couldn't see anything aside from the wrecked street and the small plumes of smoke that came from the buildings beyond.
He turned around, going back into the alleyway you'd come out of.
Was he leaving?
“Where are you going?” you asked, unable to keep the panic out of your voice.
“As much fun as I'm having chatting with you, I think it's best if I head off,” he said, “because of all the noise those assholes made with their gunfire, more of those things are headed this way, and even I'm getting pretty tired of dealing with them.”
He went to the end of the alley and stopped when he came to one of the bins that stood next to the wall. As he knelt down next to it, you watched him pull out what looked to be a messenger bag out from where it had been placed between the bin and the wall. He was mumbling something as he undid the zipper and looked at the bag's contents, seemingly making sure that whatever was in there was alright.
By this point you'd gotten to your feet and were hovering by the entrance of the alley, keeping your gaze on him and trying not to look at the body of the soldier that was laying next to your feet. You didn't want him to leave without you. Wherever he was going, you needed him to take you with him.
He returned to the alley's entrance, pulling the bag strap over his head as he turned his attention back to you.
“Go hide yourself before they come by,” he continued, “if they see you, they won't stop pursuing until they get you.”
Then he turned as if he was going to leave.
“Can I come with you?” you asked.
He didn't seem too surprised at your request as he let out a hum.
“I guess,” he said.
The noncommittal nature of that answer didn't make you feel very secure, but at least he was giving you the option of staying with him. An option that you quickly took once he turned away again and began walking. You chased after him, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
He looked back at you when you caught up to him.
“Don't be so loud,” he chided, “those things have better hearing than they have any right to.”
You nodded.
“Right. Sorry.”
You followed after him, trying to make as little noise as possible but doing your best to keep up with him. It felt like if he got too far ahead of you, he'd leave you behind.
Something that you noticed was that he was handling the messenger bag carefully. Like whatever was inside was fragile and he was worried about breaking it.
What had he mentioned? That he'd been here for business?
The two of you walked for a majority of the night, keeping to the dimly-lit areas where the zombies couldn't see you as easily as you made your way through the cluttered streets. It happened twice where some of those things spotted one of you and came running at you.
Your new acquaintance was ready for them, dispatching them as easily as he had with the soldiers, going through one by one and twisting their heads around completely. The only time he lost his composure was when one of them grabbed at the messenger bag, and he reacted by punching them so hard that they went airborne.
Whatever was in there must've been really important for him to be risking his life for it.
You didn't say that, however. You went back to being quiet, and followed behind him while doing your best to make as little noise as possible.
It was almost dawn when he made a turn and entered into what used to be an office building. You again followed along wordlessly. And you continued staying quiet when he found an empty room with a door that was still in good shape and closed it behind you. If you were to guess, you would say that you were right in thinking that it was safer to move around during the night. That was something, at least.
He sank to the floor after, sitting against the wall next to the door while leaning his head back against the wall. He seemed tired.
You followed suit, sitting across from him.
A few minutes passed before he spoke to you again, looking at your backpack as he asked “you got any food?”
You nodded, and after showing him your selection, he reached over and took a can of fruit.
“Sorry, I didn't think to grab anything to eat it with,” you told him.
“Hands work fine. It's not like dining etiquette is important right now.”
You nodded along as he pried open the can.
“I can only assume any grocery or convenience stores have been picked clean,” you said.
“Probably. Although there were a ton of those assholes both in and around places like that, so I don't know for sure,” he said, “I've been getting by on the stuff I've found in break rooms and people's apartments.”
“Wait, they know to hang around food stores?” you asked.
“I don't think it's that; they're just drawn to human activity. If there's a bunch of people making too much noise, they come running.”
“Like with the soldiers that were shooting at you?”
“Yeah.”
A few minutes later he'd finished up the can, placing it to the side before he crossed his arms and closed his eyes.
“I'm gonna sleep,” he told you, “stay awake and listen for anything weird. If something happens and I don't wake up, then you wake me up to let me know.”
“Okay.”
He didn't respond after you said that. You didn't bother saying anything else; he said he was going to sleep, and it'd be a really stupid decision to bother a guy who had proved to you multiple times in the last few hours since meeting him that he had no issue killing people.
With you having forgotten to bring some kind of clock along with you and your phone having been long since dead, you weren't sure how much time passed. You were at least able to tell when the sun had risen as you could see daylight shining beneath the crack at the bottom of the door. That gave you an approximate time, at least.
Every so often you'd see movement, however. Shadows that would temporarily block out the light as they passed by, some taking longer to leave than others. It wasn't hard to imagine those things out there, skulking about the ruined building as they searched for signs of human life.
You again kept quiet, and as your companion wasn't making any noise in his sleep, they would leave soon after.
Good thing it seemed they relied entirely on sight and sound to find their victims.
How had he been aware of them, though?
You looked back to him as you thought back to when he'd told you that there were zombies headed your way. You hadn't seen anything, but he was certain they were coming.
It was weird that he was somehow able to sense them.
He woke up not long after, stretching out his arms and cracking his neck.
“You didn't sleep for very long,” you said.
“Not a good idea to get into too deep a sleep,” he answered, “just needed a nap to recover a little strength.”
“You can sleep now, if you want. I'm not planning on moving again until it's closer to sunset,” he added.
“I'm not sure that I can sleep,” you said.
He shrugged as he said “suit yourself.”
A few moments of silence passed before you asked “what's your name?”
“Phinks.”
He didn't really say anything when you introduced yourself, and you got the feeling he already knew what you were going to ask of him.
Still, you needed to come out and say it.
“Can I keep traveling with you? At least until we get out of the city?” you asked.
He sighed a little bit.
“I'm not looking to take others with me,” he began, “the more people in a group, the more likely the chance of drawing attention to ourselves. And that's one of the last things I need right now.”
“Please. I don't think I can get through this on my own. If I stepped out there right now I'd be dead in five minutes,” you said.
He hummed in a way that made it sound like he agreed with you.
You breathed out a little as you tried to keep calm – getting desperate and loud wouldn't help you in this situation. You needed to convince him that you were worth going through the effort of protecting.
“You said you aren't from the city, right? And you're having a hard time getting out because you don't know what streets go where.”
“What about it?” he asked, “you trying to say you can lead me out of here because you know the layout?”
“No, I'm trying to say that I have a map, and I could give it to you.”
That seemed to get his attention.
“In exchange, I'd like you to take me with you when you leave the city. Obviously a lot of the roads are messed up, but most of the signs seem readable enough. We can figure out where we are and figure out where we go from here,” you continued.
“So you give me your map and I lead you out of here?” Phinks asked.
“Yeah.”
“Seems like a deal that does more for you than it does for me,” he said, “you got an idea of how to even that out, or was that the only thing you were thinking?”
“No.”
Actually yeah, it kinda was
“Then what else?”
In the few seconds you had to formulate a response, you spotted the messenger bag sat beside him and, remembering how carefully he'd been handling it, pointed to it.
“I'm guessing whatever's in there is important?” you asked.
He didn't answer, but his expression told you that you were right.
“Since that does seem like it's pretty important, how about instead of you worrying about it possibly getting destroyed when you're fighting the infected or the military, I hold onto it for you.”
“So you'll be keeping it safe while I keep you safe?” he asked, adding “it's not like you'll be able to do much against anything. I'll still need to protect both you and it.”
“Yeah, but unlike whatever's in your bag, I can run.”
He hummed, and then said nothing more.
Moments passed where he didn't say anything, and he looked to the messenger bag before looking back to you, going over your proposition in his head. You were praying to whatever deity might listen that he'd take you up on your offer. It was still uneven, as he'd be doing a lot more for you than you could do for him, but it needed to sound a little bit worth it, right?
It occurred to you then that he could always kill you and ransack your backpack for your food and map.
….. Please don't let him think of that.
Then he spoke.
“Well, you aren't too annoying, and I guess one extra person wouldn't be too much of a hassle. So fine, I'll take you with me.”
Relief washed over you as he pulled the bag onto his lap. Unzipping it, he pulled out from the bag a small, rectangular box that had the same dimensions as a book. He held it up so you could get a look at it.
“This is the reason I was here in the first place,” he explained, “we're selling a bunch of stuff from our last job, and I was meeting up with the buyer for this one here. Obviously, shit happened and the buyer got taken over, so I've got an expensive book that needs to get back to my group.”
“Keep this safe, and I'll get you out of here,” he finished.
You looked at the box, and then back to him.
“That's something that's important?” you asked.
“Extremely.”
“What is it?”
“The only known copy of some ancient book,” he said, “the only reason my boss was willing to let this one go was because the buyer was gonna give us a shit-ton of jenny for it.”
“And you really won't leave me behind if I have that?”
“If I tell my boss that I left this behind for a fucking map he'll be pissed,” he said, “this thing has to get out of here unscathed.”
He placed the box back into the bag and looked back to you.
“You do actually have a map, right? You weren't lying to me?” he asked.
“I'm not gonna lie to the guy who can kill me with his bare hands,” you answered, going through your backpack before you found the map in question.
“Here,” you said, holding it out to him.
He grabbed it, and in that same moment, handed off the messenger bag to you.
He unfolded the map, looking it over a second before he looked back to you.
“You can tell me where we are on this thing, right?” he asked.
“Yeah. Do you care if I keep the book in my backpack so I don't need to carry around two bags?” you asked.
“That's fine. Nothing else in there.”
He looked at the map a moment longer while you transferred the priceless book to a safe pocket in your bag.
“Alright, we'll stay here until it's clear enough to go out again,” he told you, “and when we get out there, you do as I say without question. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“And if you start to become more trouble than you're worth, you're on your own.”
“Got it,” you repeated.
It was harsh, but considering that your only other options were death or turning into a living nightmare, you could deal with it.
Just so you could get out of here alive.
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You did your best to keep track of the days. How many days it had been since all of this started, and how many days since you had joined up with Phinks. If your math was right, it'd been eighteen days since the outbreak began, and only five since meeting Phinks.
Despite the shorter time frame, a routine had set in for you two: you would follow a few steps behind him as he led you through the city, looking at the map for guidance. Occasionally you needed to reroute, either to a different street or through a building when he determined that the enemies within a certain area were too much for him take care of while also protecting you.
You were lucky that even with the current state of the city, a majority of the electricity was still working, streetlights and the lights from businesses still on their automatic timers and lighting up when night fell. Although there were occasions where the lights had been ruined to the point that they didn't work and you needed to grab on to Phinks' arm as he led you through an area.
Setbacks happened in the form of groups of zombies spotting one or both of you, and minutes would be wasted as Phinks went through and snapped their necks one by one while you hung back and watched.
You still had a hard time understanding how a person could be capable of the things he was, but you didn't question it, being far more grateful that he was on your side and making sure you didn't die.
It was worse whenever you ran into soldiers, however. For one thing, distance didn't help in protecting you from them as they were able to shoot at you, and you would need to find a hiding spot quick while also being aware of what else might've been around you. And for another, if even one of them managed to shoot their guns, the sound of the gunshot would echo through the streets and bring forth the hoards that were eager to have you join them.
In one instance after such a thing had happened, you and Phinks had needed to hide in a public bathroom and wait for most of the zombies outside to leave before you could continue on. The bathroom was in a similar state to everything else, and in the very last stall, you found the body of a woman. There was a gun in her hand and the wall behind her had been spattered with blood and brain matter that had come from a wound at the back of her head. She had chosen to take her life in her own hands and not leave her fate to the things outside.
It was a grim discovery, and you were quick to close the door and return to Phinks' side.
The rest of the night and most of the day after was spent in there before he decided it was safe enough to head out again.
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There were a lot of wrecked cars in the streets. Lots of cars that had gotten into collisions and set on fire based on how they'd been reduced to blackened, burned out husks of metal. Lots of instances where you saw vehicles stuck inside of buildings or wrapped around poles. But what scared you most about those scenes when you walked by them was when you saw hand prints on the outside door handles, those same doors being left wide open and the seat belts looking torn and laying on the ground below. Clear signs that whoever had been inside those vehicles had been grabbed and forced out.
It reminded you of the way those things had periodically tried opening your apartment door.
“Why are they smart?” you asked.
You were following behind Phinks, sidestepping the debris on the ground as you copied the steps he was taking while doing your best to walk where he walked.
“You think they're smart?” he asked back.
“Smart enough to know how doors work,” you said.
“Hm.”
“They kept trying to get into my unit at the apartment, and they always tried by turning the knob,” you explained, “I think the only reason they never tried harder was because I never gave any indication that I was there. If I had, I think they would've broken in and gotten me like the others.”
“Probably,” he agreed, then he asked “is that what happened to your neighbors?”
“I think everyone on my floor but me got bitten, yeah,” you said, “I guess too many of them were gawking outside their units when the zombies came in.”
Phinks abruptly stopped, and when you looked back over to him, he was frowning at you.
“..... What?” you asked.
“.... Nothing. Forget it.”
Just like that, he turned away and started walking again.
…. That was weird.
Regardless, you followed along as he spoke again.
“As for why they're smart, I'd say it was because they were made to be,” he said.
“Made to be? So someone turned people like that on purpose?”
“I doubt it was meant to get this bad, but yeah, I think that's what happened.”
“That's awful,” you said, “what kind of agenda could someone have to cause something like this?”
“Like I said, I don't think it was supposed to be this bad.”
“How do you know?”
“Intuition.”
“That's a pretty vague answer,” you said.
To that, Phinks shrugged and didn't say anything more. End of discussion, it seemed.
A few blocks later you two took a break at a bus stop that was mostly covered. Phinks asked you to give him one of the water bottles you were carrying, and as he took a sip, you looked over the inventory in your backpack. Including the bottle he held, you had about three and a half bottles of water, along with a few different canned goods and non perishable foods from your apartment, as well as a few energy bars Phinks had picked up for himself before he'd run into you. Your food seemed pretty solid, but you worried about the water. Even with the two of you trying to drink conservatively, there was only so much you could do to preserve it.
“Worried?” he asked.
“About the water, yeah.”
He hummed as he screwed the cap back on and handed it to you as he said “as long as we don't to overboard with drinking too much and we don't face any more major setbacks, we'll probably make it outside before it all runs out. Besides, we can last a few days with little to no water.”
“It'd be pretty sad to survive through most of an outbreak like this and end up dying because of dehydration,” you said.
He actually laughed a little as he agreed with you.
Not long after that, the break was over as you began to walk again. It'd been relatively peaceful so far; you'd only caught sight of a single infected person so far, and you'd snuck around them easily. With the lack of danger at the moment, your curiosity about your companion got the better of you.
“Do you have some sort of survivalist training?” you asked.
“Why?”
“You've been pretty calm about this whole thing, and I guess that's kinda surprising to me.”
“Mm. Just been in enough shitty situations that I'm able to handle it better than most, I guess,” he said.
“.... Sorry.”
Phinks looked back to you, and this time he seemed surprised as he gave you a questioning look as he again asked “why?”
“It's horrible that you're used to things like this,” you said, “I'm sorry that's happened to you.”
He didn't seem to know how to respond to that.
“We should get a move on,” he eventually said, “keep quiet, okay?”
You nodded.
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It was the middle of the night when the two of you heard gunshots and were immediately on edge. Any infected nearby would be drawn to this area and be swarming it within moments. You needed to find somewhere to hide. Fast.
Phinks was already heading off in the direction of a tall factory building. You followed, but as the two of you entered through shattered glass doors, you noted that it sounded like the gunshots were getting closer.
No point in mentioning that to Phinks; if you had noticed, he had noticed. Better not to waste your breath in telling him something he already knew.
You followed him, keeping a few paces behind him as he checked out different rooms, trying to determine which would be best to barricade yourselves in. The carnage in this building was a lot more than what you'd seen in other areas. Lots of blood on the walls, lots of overturned furniture and signs of violence. You felt bile rise to your throat when you stepped over what you realized too late were severed fingers on the floor, laying there like something had bitten them off and then spat them back out.
Luckily Phinks saved you from needing to focus on that for too long as he called out to you. He'd found a room he liked: a break room without any windows. It also contained a row of lockers and fair amount of tables and chairs that could be used to barricade the door. On the other side of the room was a heavy-looking fire escape door that seemed to be intact.
“If we need to leave by the fire escape – do we know it isn't blocked?” you asked him.
“If it is I'll take care of it,” he answered gruffly.
As much as you didn't like the idea of possibly locking yourself into a death trap, you chose to trust Phinks' judgment as you hurried through the door. He shut it just as the gunshots were able to be heard at the building's entrance where you'd been only moments earlier.
“Dumb bastards are bringing them right to us,” he hissed.
“Will we be okay?” you asked.
“As long as they don't get in here.”
He said that as he locked the door and then pushed a table up against it. It wasn't the best barricade, but evidently Phinks was more concerned about making too much noise as you heard more voices from the outside move into the hallway. It was a collection of voices that you heard, all yelling something along the lines of running to the upstairs. Shots would ring out periodically as the group traveled up a set of stairs Phinks had ignored on his way in.
They must've been a group of survivors, you realized. Not military as you had become so accustomed to; people like yourself, who'd become caught up in a nightmare that they didn't want any part of and were just trying to survive.
As you listened from behind the door, you heard the snarls and the stamping of unsteady feet that surged after the group. More zombies. A lot of them, from the sounds of it, and you thought again of the person you'd seen get torn to shreds.
And much like how it had been during the time at your apartment, there wasn't anything you could do for them.
Even without being able to see them you could tell that there were far too many zombies outside. And even if Phinks was something of a superhuman, he'd get overrun by the amount that was out there.
Those survivors were trapping themselves upstairs, and eventually whatever barricades they'd make would fall apart as the zombies came after them. And then the numbers of those monsters would grow once again.
You sank down to the floor while Phinks leaned against the other table in the room; he kept his eyes on the door that led out to the hall, only glancing over at you once to place a finger over his lips.
Be quiet
Nodding, you hugged your knees to your chest.
And then you heard screaming coming through the vent above you.
Where exactly in the building the screams were coming from, you weren't certain, but it continued to echo through the ventilation and find its way to where the two of you sat in the small locker room. Minutes passed and it didn't end, and outside of the room you heard more footsteps running up the stairs at the end of the hall. All of that noise was only drawing more of those things to those unfortunate survivors.
Placing your hands over your ears didn't do much to cancel out what you were hearing, and you were brought back to that very first day when all of this had started, when you had huddled up on the floor next to your bed while your neighbors were overtaken. One of them had been pounding against the wall that had separated you from them, like they'd wanted you to help in some way. And now you heard people calling out for help again, and once more, there was nothing you could do.
Maybe they could get lucky – you had no idea what things were like up there. Maybe there was a way they could ward those things off and survive. Maybe there was some way up there that they could get to a different building and escape.
Those scenarios seemed less and less likely the longer the screaming went on.
You could hear something banging now, like bodies slamming themselves against a surface. Meanwhile the voices you heard now were people shouting for objects to be used to barricade a door.
In your head, you knew what the outcome would be: the zombies wouldn't give up, still able to remember that there were people on the other side even if they couldn't see them, and they would throw themselves at the door until they were able to get in. Then those people's screams would start up again before ending a final time.
You weren't paying attention to Phinks in that moment. Your focus was on keeping your hands over your ears and biting down on your lip so you made absolutely no noise. But if you'd looked over to him, you would've seen that he'd been staring at you.
You noticed when he suddenly walked in front of you, making his way over to the small lockers at the other side of the room. He was looking through the metal grating at the front, scanning over the various items that had been left inside.
Apparently he found what he was looking for in one, as he snapped off the lock on one and opened it.
He pulled out a pair of rather bulky headphones, and after turning and walking over to you, he held them out for you to take. To try and blot out the noise, you realized.
You took them just as the banging and the screams reached a fever pitch, putting them on and shutting your eyes.
Phinks' arm brushed against your own as he sat down next to you, leaning his head back against the wall. He looked tired. Even more than he had that first night you'd met him.
What exactly came over you in that moment, you weren't completely sure. Maybe you just wanted to feel some kind of human connection; after weeks of survival as you tried to escape the city, and the only other people around being the zombies that wanted to turn you into one of them and the soldiers that wanted to fill your skull with bullets, it'd be nice to feel something other than utter terror.
So you dared to lean yourself against him, hoping that the action was inoffensive enough to not annoy him.
After a few moments, he moved his arm so that it wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you in so you could rest your head against him. The headphones made it awkward, but the action was appreciated.
Being spared from needing to hear the last moments of those above you, you reached your hand up to the one that held your shoulder, your fingers brushing over his skin.
The way Phinks squeezed your shoulder was comforting.
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The process of finding a way out usually went only one way:
You would stay behind in a safe place while Phinks went on ahead to check a road that the map said led out of the city. As you sat in your hiding spot, the longer time went on the more the fear grew in you that he wasn't going to come back for you, no matter what he had said about getting that book out.
Then there would always be a great relief when you saw that he returned, but it was always followed by disappointment as he'd determined that there were simply too many people stationed at that point and there was no way both of you could get out through there.
Three times now the same thing had happened, and Phinks was getting frustrated while you grew more worried that the two of you might not find a way out.
“What happens if we can't find any point that we can get out from?” you asked him after the third attempt, when the two of you had stopped to rest in the storage space of a ruined fishing shop.
“Do you really want me to answer that?” was his reply.
You didn't push him any further on that subject, deciding that you didn't want to hear it.
Using the map to figure out where the two of you would go from there, you slept in shifts to rest up for the coming evening, where you would try to get out once again.
There was a surprising lack of zombies on your way to the next point after you'd left the fish shop. An odd change, but one that was very welcome, even if the lack of anyone else around brought about an eerie silence as the two of you walked through the wrecked streets.
But it was because of that silence in the early morning hours that you heard something that was unexpected.
Like metal scraping against pavement.
And it seemed Phinks had noticed it as well when you saw him looking in the direction you had heard it. Turning sharply, he motioned for you to follow, his eyebrows furrowed as he now seemed concentrated on whatever that noise had been.
You followed behind him quietly.
You two reached the next block when Phinks stopped you. Using his arm to push you back, the two of you pressed yourselves against the wall of a building.
The metal scraping sounded again, and you stuck your head out enough to get a look at what had caused the noise:
Two men putting a manhole cover back in place on the street.
The small amount of light in the sky was enough that you could see both were armed and wearing gas masks with dark hazmat suits. One had a rectangular case strapped to his back, and both were looking over the area, weapons at the ready so they could shoot at anything that came at them.
They left the area, going in the direction that was opposite where you and Phinks stood while they kept low.
“What do you make of that?” Phinks asked you in a low voice.
“I don't know,” you began, “were they hiding down there?”
“I don't think so.”
Phinks pulled away from the wall and you, and turned to say “we're following them.”
“Okay.”
The two of you began to walk again, keeping a distance between you and the men but never letting them get out of sight.
“Why are we following them?” you dared to ask.
“Because I wanna know what they're doing.”
He then looked back to you as he said “stay quiet. These guys are also prepared to shoot.”
You nodded.
A short while later, the men stopped outside an entrance to the subway station, forcing you and Phinks to duck down next to an overturned car. Glancing the shattered windows, it looked like the men were arguing, but you had no clue what either of them were saying. The argument ended when they both ran down the steps, the one who had the pack in the process of removing it.
Phinks stood up.
“Stay here,” he said.
He noticed your look of panic because he added “it doesn't seem like there are a lot of those things in the area, so just keep quiet. If those guys don't come back up, I'll come back for you.”
“And if they do come back?” you asked.
“Then wait to come out until I've killed one or both of them.”
Then he left.
The men did end up emerging again, and this time, the pack was missing.
And when they began to walk off in a different direction was when Phinks struck.
He moved so fast that you were barely able to follow, only catching sight of a green blur that ran up behind one of the men before that man was on the ground, his head twisted around. The other man only managed to turn slightly before he was hit repeatedly, his gun torn away from him as he was forced to his knees. Phinks ripped the mask off and held him by the throat.
You waited a moment before getting out from behind your hiding spot, keeping an eye on your surroundings as you hurried to rejoin Phinks. He'd already started to interrogate the man by the time you reached him.
“What did you leave down there?” Phinks asked.
“N-nothing.”
“You think I'm stupid? I saw you with a backpack earlier and now it's gone. So you left it down there. What was in it?”
The man pressed his lips shut, looking between you two. With the lack of an answer, Phinks grew irritated again.
“Answer me. What the hell were you guys doing?”
The man he held grimaced, but when Phinks began to apply pressure around his neck, he relented.
“W-we, we needed to place something,” the man began, “to fix the problem here.”
“What'd you place?” Phinks pressed.
The man struggled to find his voice for a moment before he was finally able to answer.
“The Poor Man's Rose.”
In your head, there was a record scratch when you heard that. You blood went cold while time seemed to stop.
Poor Man's Rose.
You'd learned about those bombs extensively in your high school history class, reading over countless pages and watching a censored documentary going into the bomb's creation and the sort of destruction it caused. The same afternoon you'd watched the documentary, you'd gone online to look up the true extent of the damage it caused to humans and had almost immediately regretted that decision, the images you'd seen graphic enough to make you lose your appetite for the day.
A bomb of such destructive power that it blew away everything within the immediate area, and as the toxic smoke reached out beyond the detonation site, anyone or anything that was still alive would become poisoned and slowly die, passing on that same poison to anyone and everyone who was unfortunate enough to be within the vicinity of the infected subject.
It was a bomb that had been designed to take as many lives as possible, a device that had been created and used only by truly evil people.
And one had been planted beneath your feet.
After taking in that answer, you looked to Phinks.
For the first time since meeting him, he had a look of shock on his face. He knew just as well as you did how bad that answer was for you two, and how important it was to get out of the city as soon as possible.
“.... How long before it goes off?” Phinks asked, having regained his composure.
“You're not going to get out,” the man said, “the military is keeping a close eye on all the exits in case any stragglers try to follow them out. They aren't going to let anyone still in here escape.”
Phinks let go of the man's throat in favor of grabbing his hand. Taking the man's pinky finger, he snapped it so it was bent completely backwards.
The man cried out, and you worried about the amount of noise being made in that moment. But you said nothing and waited as Phinks continued.
“I've got a friend who's real good at torture, and while I don't think I'm as effective as he is, I'd say I've picked up a thing or two watching him,” Phinks whispered.
“I asked you when it goes off,” he continued, grabbing the man's ring finger, “and if you still aren't convinced to give me an answer, I'll get to work on the rest of them. And if even that isn't enough for you to say something, then you can bet I'll be doing my best to make sure whatever hours or minutes we all have left in this life will be spent with you in complete agony.”
He motioned to a diner down the street as he said “that place probably has a grill. If we're lucky, it'll still be working, and then we can see how well you do when I cook your face on it. Your call.”
Although the man was still reluctant to answer the question, evidently he was more afraid of the pain as he relented soon after.
“..... Twelve hours. Maybe a little less. We were supposed to head in further to put it at the center of the city but I just wanted to get rid of it.”
“Best make peace with whatever god you pray to,” the man added, “at least if you stay at ground zero, it'll be fast for you.”
“How were you two getting out?”
“You two won't be able to leave through our escape route,” the man said.
He cried out again as Phinks bent his ring finger back.
“How were you two getting out?” Phinks hissed.
“H-helicopter. A helicopter was going to pick us up from the front of the hospital. But you two can't get out that way. They'll know immediately that you aren't us and they'll shoot you,” said the man, “there isn't any way out for you two. There's a barricade that surrounds the whole city. Even if you wait until the military is gone, you won't be able to escape in time.”
…. Shit. Was brute force the only way you two could get out? You looked back to Phinks, but you couldn't tell what was going through his head.
You looked back to the man in the hazmat suit, who, despite having two broken fingers, had the barest hint of smugness about him. Like he was happy the two of you were going down with him.
Going down......
When you first saw them, they were coming up through a manhole.
“Phinks, they came in through the sewers, right? Can't we go back the way they came?” you asked.
Before Phinks could answer, the man scoffed at you.
“You really think we wouldn't have thought of that? That entrance has been sealed up. No one's getting in or out that way,” he said.
“Sealed with what?” Phinks asked.
“Solid steel, that's what,” the man said, getting bolder as he found satisfaction in the fact that you two were stuck here, “there's nothing you can do to get through that.”
As soon as the man said that, Phinks smirked.
“I don't know about that,” he said smugly.
“.... You people are dead, just accept that,” the man said, “you and your stupid little sidekick.”
Phinks' response to that was to take his arm and snap it, causing the man to scream as his arm was bent unnaturally.
“Phinks, he's making so much noise-” you began.
“That's the point.”
Phinks knelt down and began to go through the man's pockets, humming to himself when he found a folded piece of paper that he handed over to you. Another map, you found, although this one was a map of the city's sewer system with a path that had been highlighted.
Your way out.
Two kicks were all Phinks needed to shatter the man's shins, and as the man once again cried out in pain, Phinks tossed him down the subway stairs and looked on with a little bit of glee as he watched the man fall.
The man's mouth was bleeding when he looked back up, dripping out of a busted lip as he asked “w-what are you doing?”
“Making sure that you can't get out,” Phinks answered, then he smirked as he said “at least if you stay at ground zero, it'll be fast for you.”
“No! No please don't leave me! I can get you on the chopper, I swear-!”
Phinks bent down and grabbed a flashlight that the other man had been carrying, then pulled you away by the arm. The two of you left him there. You could still hear him screaming even when you reached the car you'd been hiding behind earlier.
“He'll probably get killed by those things before the bomb,” you said.
“Yeah,” Phinks replied, “but right now let's focus on getting out.”
“Through the sewer?”
“What, don't like the sound of that?” he asked.
“It's fine. As long as I can live after this, I'll do just about anything,” you said.
He patted you on the shoulder as he said “good answer.”
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It took two hours to make it through the sewer system following the map you'd gotten, trudging through sewage and slush and other things that you didn't want to think about amid the murky water that sometimes made it up to your knees. The smell was terrible, and Phinks had grumbled at one point that he should've grabbed the masks that those men had been wearing.
He held your hand as he lead you through it, not allowing you to get too far behind.
At the end of it you found that the man from earlier hadn't been lying: the entry point that led out into the river had been sealed.
Phinks hadn't been phased in the slightest, only telling you to step back as he began to rotate his arm in circles. He repeated the action twelve times.
When he punched the barrier, it shattered completely, the noise causing a ringing in your ears because of the small space of the sewer.
You stood staring dumbfounded at the scene, much to his annoyance.
“C'mon, there's no one around,” he said to you, “let's get going.”
“Right......”
You knew that he wasn't a normal person. You'd seen a lot at this point to attest to that fact. But even after everything, that was a little hard to wrap your head around.
Think about it later, you told yourself as you followed after Phinks.
With how bright it was out now, you still worried about potential soldiers that were leaving the city, but as the two of you walked further and further away from the city limits, you allowed yourself to feel a little bit of relief. It felt tangible now. That you were going to get out of this. Even with Phinks, the thought of making it out alive seemed like it could only be a fantasy at times, but now that you'd gotten out of the city itself, it felt like you really would survive this.
Your legs were hurting by the time you came across a gas station. There was an assortment of cars left in the lot and by the gas pumps, with some doors being left wide open.
As you got closer to the station's entrance, you noted that there wasn't any blood or any sort of sign of a violent struggle. No sign of anyone at all.
A motorcycle stood abandoned by one of the gas pumps, and it seemed to have caught Phinks' attention, as you swore you could hear him let out a soft “nice” upon seeing it.
Inside the station was just as devoid of people as the outside had been, with no one in the aisles or any employees at the register. All you saw was a bucket and mop in one of the aisles, as if someone had been in the middle of cleaning the floors when they'd been suddenly pulled away.
“Those things didn't come here, did they?” you asked.
“Nah, there was a major effort to keep all that contained to the city,” Phinks said as he walked by you, “I'd say everyone who was in here at the time was evacuated.”
“At least they bothered to evacuate some people,” you muttered.
“It is what it is. At least you didn't die, right?”
Phinks was heading towards the register, hopping over the counter once he spotted what he'd been looking for: a phone. Picking up the receiver, he let out a small “yes!” when he put it to his ear and heard a dial tone.
He looked back to you as he pressed in some numbers.
“Grab me a beer, will you?”
Seeing the fridge with the cans of beer he was pointing to, you picked one up and threw it over to him. He caught it easily, snapping open the tab and drinking about half of the can's contents in one gulp while he had the phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder.
You grabbed something for yourself, picking out a fruit-flavored drink from the fridge and had been in the middle of re-hydrating yourself when you heard him speak.
“Hey Shal.”
You glanced back to see him leaning against the edge of the counter, phone to up to his ear as the conversation continued.
“It took me almost a month to get out of what may as well have been a fucking war zone. How do you think I'm doing?”
He paused, and it was safe to assume that the person on the other end of the line was speaking.
“I couldn't. Phone signal was down. And anyways, mine was broken.”
Another pause.
“From a gas station. We made it to one just on the outskirts.”
Another pause, and he briefly glanced over to you.
“No, not them. Someone unrelated.”
Then he continued with “listen, I don't wanna sit around here for too long. This countries government is doing their best to kill off anyone who comes out of the city and keep everything contained, so we need to get out of here soon.”
The other person said something that made Phinks' gaze narrow into a glare.
“We can't just hide out here, Shalnark. They planted a Miniature Rose. They're blowing everything up and this area'll be affected when it goes off.”
You actually managed to hear the other person on the line when they spoke that time, as they exclaimed the word “really!?”
They sounded a little too excited upon hearing that.
“I need help getting out,” Phinks said, ignoring that little outburst, “the military has a blockade around the city, but they're leaving and I'm pretty sure that they've evacuated the surrounding areas where the rose will have an effect on anything still alive after the blast. Can you figure out if they've set up another blockade, and if there are any blind spots we can get through? They'll shoot at us immediately if they see us coming out at this point.”
Phinks stayed quiet for a bit, presumably because the other person – Shalnark – was speaking.
The bottle you held was now empty, and you found yourself playing with the plastic wrapper that was wrapped around it as you waited for a conclusion to his conversation.
“It wasn't zombies,” Phinks said suddenly.
Those words caught you off-guard and you looked back to him. He looked irritated again.
“I don't care what you heard, it wasn't zombies.”
Apparently the person on the other end was protesting that point, and Phinks lost his cool.
“It wasn't fucking zombies! It was nen!” he insisted, “you weren't the one who needed to get out of that shit, so don't go telling me what it was.”
Another pause, and Phinks sighed.
“My best guess is it was a manipulator ability, one where the user got more puppets if the first ones they infected went out and bit new victims. But I think whoever that manipulator was, they died. The only thing those puppets were doing was attacking people that hadn't been taken over by that nen, but nothing beyond that. There was never anything beyond getting people under control.”
After another brief pause, he continued with “yeah. Some idiot got a puppet and ordered them to turn whoever else was around into puppets as well. Then the asshole died, and postmortem nen kicked in and the only order those things still had were to make more of them. So that's what they did.”
Phinks sighed, adding “I hate people who make stupid abilities. The hell's the point in an ability like that?”
The person on the other line was saying something, and it set Phinks off again.
“Just because it sounds like it was zombies doesn't make it fucking zombies!” he yelled, “it was some stupid fucker who made a shit ability and then because they were so fucking stupid, they died and made their shit ability everyone elses problem!”
Though you couldn't hear them, you got the sense that the person on the other line was trying to get Phinks to settle down. That seemed to be most likely based on the way Phinks huffed and leaned back against the counter.
And then there was a sudden change in him.
His eyes widened slightly and he stood up straighter. The irritation that had built up during that conversation was inexplicably gone.
“Hey boss.”
Boss?
Evidently the person on the other end of the phone had changed places with the person who had sent Phinks into Ranier in the first place. The boss that he had mentioned when you first met him. From his demeanor alone, it was easy to see the amount of respect Phinks had for the person he was now speaking to.
“Yeah, I'm fine,” said Phinks, “sorry for taking so long to contact you.”
“The book made it out safely, too. Although you're gonna need to find a new buyer for it,” he added.
Whoever “boss” was, he was currently speaking to Phinks, and once again, you couldn't hear anything. Although based on what you were seeing, you wondered if maybe you should leave the room for the rest of the call as you weren't sure if his boss would appreciate you listening in on one half of the conversation.
He glanced over to you again when he saw you wander over to the bathroom before he again said something about the outbreak being “caused by nen.”
The bathroom didn't look too bad when you entered it, although given what you had seen in the last few days, it would be hard for anything to be quite as bad as what you had seen in Ranier. You walked over to the sink as you were overcome with the urge to clean yourself up a bit, and there was an odd amount of relief when you turned on the water and found that it was clear, like it was supposed to be.
When was the last time you'd had a shower?
Too long. Way too long.
Splashing the water onto your face, you made an attempt to clean off some of the grime that had collected. Although after trudging through the sewers, the only way you'd be able to feel truly clean again was if you could get a shower. A long one.
Maybe Phinks' boss could set you up with something.
Although there would probably more of an effort put towards getting you two somewhere safe.
Shutting off the water, you leaned against the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror that hung above it.
You looked like shit.
It really felt like it'd been years since you'd been living a normal life – that had been, what, a month ago? You weren't sure; you'd lost count of the days.
You couldn't return to that life, could you? As much as you wished you could go back home and pretend like nothing had happened, there wasn't going to be a future like that for you. One where you got to see your friends and family again.
You leaned against one of the bathroom stalls as your realizations settled in.
You couldn't go back home. Not after this.
And then a new thought hit you:
After this was over and you handed off the book to Phinks' boss, would Phinks still let you stick around? Or would he consider you to no longer be his problem after the deal had concluded?
The idea that Phinks might abandon you after all of this hurt. A lot.
The door to the bathroom swung open as Phinks entered as well. He sighed as he stood at the sink as well, turning on the water at full blast and scrubbing himself down just as you had.
He was more focused on cleaning himself off at that moment, and as such, wasn't looking at you. After taking a brief moment to compose yourself, you spoke.
“Everything okay with you and your boss?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he said, “more importantly, we've got a way out of here.”
“Your friend was able to help?”
“Both him and boss,” said Phinks, “they found an area that's lighter on security and they'll meet us there.”
“But what about the soldiers?”
“They'll take care of it. Once we meet up with them, we're gonna lay low for a bit.”
“Both of us?”
He gave you an odd look as he replied “yeah, both of us.”
“Where?”
“Rokario,” he answered, “normally we'd hide out in Meteor City, but seeing how hard they're making sure to get rid of anyone who came out of Ranier, they'll be on the lookout for any refugees headed that way. So it's best that we go somewhere they wouldn't expect.”
He glanced over to you, asking “there isn't anyone in Rokario who'd recognize you, right?”
“I don't think so.”
“Good. Then that's where we're going.”
You nodded along as you went over the information in your head. Rokario..... That was a spot that some would say was in a more dangerous part of the world, if just for how close it was in proximity to East Gorteau. Maybe that was the point in the two of you going there: there probably weren't many who would expect anyone to choose that part of the world for their hiding spot.
“The book is still okay, right?” he asked.
“Ah, yeah.”
Unzipping the backpack, you pulled out the book, still in its box and looking in pretty good condition.
“Good,” he said, “apparently that thing survived a few different library fires. Maybe we can add an extra million jenny to the price if we say that it survived a city that just got bombed.”
You nodded along with his words again as you put the book back in and closed up the backpack. Kinda weird how he was talking about money when you were still in an area that wouldn't exist within a matter of hours. But maybe not that weird if situations like this were normal for him.
“I'm gonna see if that motorcycle will start up,” said Phinks, “if there's anything you need to do here, do it now, because once we meet up with Chrollo and Shal we won't be taking any side trips.”
And with that, he left the room, the door swinging for a few moments before its momentum finally stopped.
That'd be it, then. Within a few hours, maybe less, you and Phinks would be out of here and somewhere safe. In hiding, probably for the rest of your life, but you'd be okay. You'd lived through this, and while you couldn't say whether or not you were stronger for it, at least you were alive.
…. Your friends and family back home wouldn't know that, though.
That thought hit you and instantly brought your mood back down. All of them were probably worried out of their minds, and if they hadn't been told that you were dead for certain, then they likely still had hope that you'd be able to make it out of Ranier and return to them.
That hope would be eliminated once Ranier was wiped off the planet, and then they'd go through the process of grieving you.
Meanwhile you'd be alive the entire time and wouldn't be able to tell them.
You heard the sputtering of a motorcycle engine once you left the bathroom, and looking through the windows of the station, it seemed as though Phinks had been able to get the bike started. He looked pleased with himself.
With one last look around the abandoned station, you grabbed a box of candy that stood near the register and stuffed it into your backpack before you joined him outside.
“There's only one helmet, so you'll have to go without,” Phinks explained when you approached him, “but we should be fine. If anything goes wrong, just hold onto me.”
“Okay.”
Your gaze was distant, and you didn't take your place behind him on the bike, which caused him to frown.
“What's wrong?”
“.... There isn't any chance that I can go back to my family, right?” you asked.
“No. You're probably already on a list of people that are meant to be dead in Ranier. If you show back up after the bomb goes off, not only will they kill you off, but everyone you come in contact with to eliminate the risk anything spreading. And with the possibility of you being infected from Miniature Rose, they'd try twice as hard to get rid of you,” he said.
Of course it was like that. If the military was shooting everyone in sight inside the city, they wouldn't just let you go. And since the fear was spreading the outbreak, Phinks' reasoning made sense.
Just like you'd thought: you had survived and you wouldn't even be able to tell them.
The only person you had now was Phinks.
“So then,” you continued, “is it okay if I stay with you?”
Phinks nodded as he said “yeah.”
“Even after you leave Rokario?”
“I figured that's what we'd be doing,” he said, “I don't mind having you around.”
“Even if I weigh you down?”
He gave you a weird look at that.
“You tryin' to get me to leave you or something?” he asked.
You shook your head.
“Just want to be sure.”
“If I wasn't sure, then I wouldn't be telling you that you could come with me,” he said.
He pointed at the seat behind him with his thumb as he said “time isn't on our side right now. If you're coming with me, then get on.”
You nodded as you said “right. Sorry.”
You climbed up onto the seat behind him while he placed the helmet on his head and revved the engine again. It was louder than you were expecting, but you wrapped your arms around him, clasping your hands around his waist.
Despite his talks of leaving right then, he didn't drive off immediately. One of his hands left its place on the handlebars in favor of resting on top of yours. It stayed there for a moment, gently squeezing your hands.
Like a reassurance for you.
Phinks then pulled away, grabbing the handles before he began to ride off.
You were just along for the ride now, hoping that when you made it to Rokario, you'd be able to find some sense of peace in your new life.
That you'd be able to find a new version of “normal” with Phinks.
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