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silentexplorer18 · 3 years

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The Nights I Hold You Close

Summary: As painful memories from your past are brought to the forefront of your mind, you have difficulties sleeping. Feitan notices and provides a surprising amount of support.

Pairing: Feitan Portor x Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, flashbacks, nervousness.

Word Count: 3,000+

Note: I was going through my old drafts and found a few I hadn't posted. I really liked this one, so here it is. Hopefully it brings everyone some joy!

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Night watch was almost always boring, which was never a good thing. However, lately two things in particular were making it worse. First, your latest mission with the Troupe—the mission you were currently guarding the hideout for—had stirred some deeply unpleasant memories from the forgotten abyss of your psyche, resulting in flashbacks and other horrors you would rather have avoided. Secondly, Feitan, your closest friend and constant night watch partner, had figured out something was off.

In all honesty, you should have expected it. The lack of sleep, the memories that would flood your brain at random times, the emotional overwhelm in your gut that put your whole body on edge, it was all evident in your—still remarkably subtle—body language. Something was off.

The rest of the Troupe hadn’t realized anything was amiss yet, but that wasn’t particularly surprising either. They didn’t know you as well as Feitan did. How that came to be was partially a mystery. When you’d been accepted into the Troupe, natural ability had placed your skills on par with Feitan. Whenever possible, the two of you gravitated toward partnering up. Eventually, when the group parted for individual pursuits, Feitan had contacted you, asking for backup on a mission. You’d been working together off and on ever since.

It was only natural that he’d notice the subtle change in your demeanor and body language. But that didn’t mean you had to like it. Or want it to happen, for that matter.

Your only saving grace was that he hadn’t figured out exactly what was bothering you. However, with the quiet, exhausting nights watching for enemies that would never come, it was only a matter of time before he figured it out. Or asked.

If he asked you directly, you wouldn’t lie. You trusted him, and, although he would never say it, he trusted you to some degree as well. You wouldn’t dare put that trust in jeopardy.

But that didn’t mean the glances he kept giving you weren’t unnerving. It didn’t mean you wanted to tell him the truth, even though you would.

He’d been staying closer than normal. Usually, even when alone on guard duty, he put some space between the two of you, settling for an upper position while you sat in the middle, staring down the hallway. However, lately he’d been right by your side.

“You quiet tonight,” he said, breaking the silence.

Maybe that was part of why he was figuring things out. You were so tired. The exhaustion had been building for days. The lack of sleep made it more difficult to handle the flashbacks during the day, but sleeping was somehow so much worse.

It was like you were falling and burning all at once. But that’s what you were doing now. It was dark, but oh, so light, nearly blinding behind your eyes. It throbbed against your chest in harsh pulses. A fire? A flame? Your heart? The sun? Yet you were still falling, and your body braced for an impact that would never come. It hurt to breathe, but it didn’t. The screaming was loud but the room was silent. Feitan was silent. Everything was silent.

Your eyes blinked back into focus, seeing again a vision of your friend who was now staring back at you. His eyes were wide, face watching with a surprisingly visible amount of concern. You breathed out through your nose, releasing a breath you hadn’t noticed you were holding.

“Where you go?” he asked gently, watching your vision completely focus in on him again.

You cleared your throat, shifting uncomfortably. You hated when it happened in front of other people, especially him. Usually nobody noticed under the cover of darkness, but he was just so damn attentive. “Somewhere I don’t want to be.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments. Your hands moved to work the dirt out from under your nails. It was a welcome distraction from your mind.

“I go there too.”

You bit your lip, trying not to look as surprised as you felt. Fei was always one to shy away from emotions rather than bring them up. “How do you make it stop?”

His eyes filled with amusement as he looked at you over his bandana. “If I know, I not go anymore.”

You chuckled. “Fair point.”

Neither of you moved as Uvogin and Nobunaga came down the hall. “Ready to tap out?” Uvo asked with a grin. He was far too excitable for the middle of the night. Nobunaga looked much less jovial.

“Are you sure neither of you want to sleep?” you asked. “I can stay for an extra shift.”

They both shook their heads. “We’ll be fine. Besides, there’s not much else to do around here.”

“Well then,” you hopped up, stretching slightly. “Have fun.”

“Yeah,” Nobu nodded, scratching his chin. “Right.”

You headed down the hallway, the moonlight illuminating your path. Feitan followed alongside you, silent as always. His room came first. Regardless, you wouldn’t be going to your room anyway. The nights were awful when your headspace was unpleasant, so you’d been spending much of the night perched on the windowsill at the end of the hall. There was a pond out that way. In the mornings, you could see ducks. It was peaceful.

When Feitan dropped away from you, you reached above your head, stretching out as you continued down the hallway. Your muscles ached; there was nothing to do but train or play games while waiting for Chrollo’s next set of instructions. Sitting and waiting all day was almost as uncomfortable.

You tucked into the corner of the window, gaze trailing the horizon. The trees rustled in the breeze, water rippling gently. The world was so much more beautiful than you’d ever give it credit for. Despite all the atrocities humans created, nature seemed to make small paradises. If only people like you didn’t exist to tarnish them.

A voice to your right startled you, Feitan staring intently from the shadows. “You not sleep?”

You tried to get by with a shrug. “Don’t feel like it.”

“Why?” He knew the answer, but he wanted you to say it. He had a way of prodding things out of you; he was a master interrogator, after all.

You worked the dirt out from under your nails again, grateful for a way to avoid looking at him. “It’s hard to sleep,” you conceded. “Bad dreams.”

“What you dream about?”

He watched as you hesitated, memories threatening to cascade across your vision again. He didn’t want that to happen; he wanted you to feel better. Although he enjoyed working with Phinks, you were his favorite teammate. He didn’t want you to truly suffer.

“Come with me.” He turned, looking back over his shoulder. “We talk in private.”

You hadn’t intended to follow, but before you completely realized what you were doing, Feitan was ushering you into his makeshift room.

A mat was placed on the floor, blanket folded neatly on top of a pillow. Undoubtedly, all of it was stolen. Like the rest of the Troupe, he only brought what he could carry on his person. Everyone traveled light.

He pointed to the mat expectantly, and you sat on the edge of it. He settled beside you, gaze gentle but expectant. “You not tell me what you dream about?”

You bit your lip. Although you trusted Feitan, your dreams were intense, almost too much to verbalize.

He nodded, your silence the answer he needed. Then he frowned, appearing to be deep in thought before turning back to you. “You no need to. But tell why dreams bother you.”

Why they bothered you? “I… I wake feeling frightened and…” you searched for the right word, tongue swiping across your lip as you avoided his gaze. “Alone.”

“You sleep here tonight?” he offered. To anyone else, he would’ve sounded nonchalant and uncaring, but the fact that he offered was jarringly compassionate in and of itself. He stood, walking away from the mat towards the other side of the room. It wasn’t large, but there was enough to create a sizable distance between the two of you.

But it was too much, too nice of him. You were a Hunter. You were a Spider. You should have been able to handle something as trivial—and common to both of those professions—as nightmares. “I couldn’t impose,” you said, already moving to stand up. Your room was just down the hall. “It would be a hindrance to you.” If you ran, you could probably beat him down the hall, though not into your room. “It wouldn’t be right—”

His expression stopped you in your tracks. “We are team. You need sleep. I think you feel better not so alone.” The look in his eyes was one of challenge, no, determination. He wanted you to stay. Then his lips upturned, eyes lighting with mischief. “Better for Spiders, too. You no work well when tired. Too cranky.”

You scoffed in indignation, eyes only slightly teasing. “Fine, then. Maybe I will stay, let your sleep suffer on purpose.”

He nodded, satisfied, and you inwardly grumbled. He’d only pushed your buttons to get you to stay. It seemed fitting his Nen didn’t lend well to manipulation; his personality could handle that all on its own.

“You change?” he asked, hiding how much your glowering amused him behind his bandana.

Oh. You hadn’t thought about that. You didn’t have a blanket, so you’d been sleeping in all your clothes. But Feitan had stolen something thick and fluffy to use as a blanket. You’d probably be too warm as you were. Your jacket would be too much. Even your overshirt might be too warm with your long pants on.

“Yes, if that’s okay with you.”

He turned without a word, back toward you. He trusted you completely. The realization was almost enough to make you dizzy. Quickly, you removed your overshirt and jacket, leaving you in an undershirt. It was modest, but still the most unkempt he’d seen you yet.

“I’m done.”

He turned as you snuggled under the blanket on one half of the mat, resting on your side. Slowly, he slid down the wall, sitting on a stone. His head leaned back against the cement, eyes closed, breathing already evening out. But you wouldn’t allow that.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleep. What you need to do, too.”

“Then why aren’t you getting into bed?”

He peeked an eye open at that. When your gaze remained unwavering, he shook his head. No.

“If you don’t want to, I’m going,” you said, already shifting to stand up. “I’m not stealing your bed from you, Feitan.”

Sighing, he stood, undressing. You froze, watching as he moved methodically. When his chest and shoulders were bare, clad in nothing but a pair of pants, he settled in beside you. “You too stubborn.”

You grinned. “Yet somehow you still like me anyway.”

“Miracle can happen.”

His hands rested across his stomach, lying on his back. On your side, you admired him for a moment. Feitan was easily the most skilled person you’d ever met. But it was more than that. Whatever tentative friendship the pair of you had formed made your heart light. With him, you felt seen and understood in a way you seldom were. Even when he didn’t know exactly what to do, he still managed to do it. Closing your eyes, you gave him a reprieve, succumbing to the cumulative fatigue a few minutes later.

You woke warm, the sun just beginning to filter through the grime-coated windows. It took a moment for you to realize it wasn’t your room, and you could have laughed. Of course Feitan would find the only room in a deteriorating building that had fully intact windows. He was acutely aware of personal safety.

Feitan.

Eyes widening, you realized whose chest you were lying across. His arms were above his head, not touching you. Sneaking a glance, you saw his eyes were closed against the morning light, resting but not asleep.

He must have been acutely aware of your position on his body.

Someone as skilled as he was in combat wouldn’t have completely slept, especially not with a body squirming on his torso.

You shifted away, a bolt of nervousness echoing through your chest when his eyes peeked open.

“Sorry,” you whispered, feeling the tone adequate so early in the morning. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

He smirked, and the expression in such close proximity made your heart leap. “I not mind. You no move too much.”

But it was enough. Anything within a few meters would have been enough.

“I didn’t want your sleep to suffer for mine.”

He dropped the arm farthest from you, brows furrowing into that trademark frown and fingers smoothing over the edge of the blanket. “You sleep better than alone?”

He always found a way to the core of the issue, deflecting your thoughts back on yourself. But it was true, he had helped like he predicted. “Yes. It was much better than before. Thank you for that. I was so tired.”

He nodded, hair pointing wildly across the pillow. The soft smile on his face, barely there, was enough to tell you he wasn’t upset about the lost sleep.

But still… “I’m sorry I made your sleeping worse, though. I can leave, if you want. Take an extra shift. That’ll give you some time to rest properly.”

His hand caught you, pulling you back into his chest before firmly wrapping around your side. “Stay longer. We get more rest.”

You froze for a moment before nodding against his shoulder, knowing better than to argue against his sharp tongue. After a few moments, you snuggled closer, nerves and adrenaline falling away to peaceful fatigue yet again. You barely heard him ask his next question, but you heard it nonetheless. “Come again tomorrow?”

Your arm slipped around his chest, fingers gently wrapping around his side. “I’d like that.”

So that’s exactly what you did.

But things didn’t go exactly to plan, whatever the plan was. Because it was hot. Too hot. Though it wasn’t your body. Oh, no. It was the fire. The sun. The world was plummeting, and you could hear the screaming. It was too much. You would have ran, but your legs couldn’t find the will to move. Maybe it was the burning. The searing pain in your chest was back. Was it your heart, or something else? It was hard to tell, impossibly hard to know. And yet the screaming continued. That was even worse than the burning, the darkness. It was all too much, but you had to fight back. You just had to. Something had to be done. But your body was falling, and all you could do was brace for impact—

The air was cool against your skin. That was the first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes. It was cool, and goosebumps prickled across your arms. That’s because it was dark; there was no sun.

The second thing you realized was that you were crying. You could only tell because Feitan—who you guiltily realized was already awake and watching you—was blurry.

You sat up, trembling from the adrenaline and the cold. He must have taken the blanket off you when you’d begun to panic. The world was eerily quiet except for your sniffles, ones you attempted to muffle as your eyes watered. It was all too much.

“I’m sorry,” you began, disappointed you’d ruined his sleep two nights in a row. You’d never wanted to burden him more when complying with his wishes. But he interrupted you with a swift raise of his hand.

No. He was telling you no. You shouldn’t apologize.

That only made you cry harder, water dripping from your chin as you muffled your cries with your palm. Tentatively, Feitan’s hand came to rest on your shoulder. When you didn’t brush it away, he kept it there.

It took you several minutes to regain your composure. During that time, his hand stayed firm—but not unkind—on your arm. The pressure was comforting, and when your cries reduced to mere sniffles, he pulled the blanket back over you, moving his hand from your arm in a silent gesture that you could hug him.

You hesitated, damp cheeks glistening in the faint moonlight slipping through the windows. He’d already done so much for you…

He sighed at the contemplation on your face. “It no bother. Me want to.” His hold was sturdy and sure, chest grounding under your cheek as he laid down with you. “You need to talk?”

Your eyelashes fluttered against his skin as you shook your head. “Not really.” After a beat of silence that threatened to allow your mind to wander, you bit your lip, snuggling a little closer. “But… could you?”

The silence you received in return almost made you tremble, embarrassment coursing through your body nearly as strongly as the adrenaline had.

But then he spoke. Melodious words flowed from his tongue, words foreign to your ear, but beautiful nonetheless. While chasing away your demons, he pacified his own, telling you the things he couldn’t find the words to say in English. In those whispered words, he poured more of his heart to you than he had to anyone ever before. As your breath fanned across his chest and his arms rested securely against your body, he told you everything he could think of, sounding much more eloquent to your ear than his own.

When it finally felt like his voice might go hoarse, he stopped, pulling you a little closer against him. He knew you weren’t asleep yet, but you were close enough that he hoped the silence wouldn’t bother you.

However, before you could succumb completely to your fatigue, you found the hand on his stomach, squeezing it gently in thanks. “Fei?” you mumbled. “What does that word mean?” You repeated if for him, feeling him tense slightly under your body. He’d used it so many times before, muttering it under his breath on missions with you. In his whispered ramblings, he’d repeated it over and over.

He could lie to you, but he wouldn’t. There was no way he’d jeopardize your trust like that.

Closing his eyes, he squeezed you a little tighter, willing you to understand all the words he had and hadn't said.

“Love. It translate to love.”

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arigatouiris · 4 years

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imavillainok · 1 year

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Family Photo

Portor Family

Feitan x Psyche !

And the Portor Twins !

♡ Lucas & Lucy ♡

ー ♡꒱・！Artist！ : jackyart93 (Instagram)

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imavillainok · 1 year

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ー ♡꒱・Got surprised by @medi-callixto and Vonilla with this ! I'm so happy thank you so much for this idk how to thank you guys for making this masterpiece ! (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

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ー ♡꒱・This is gonna be a new cover art for my Psychefei fanfic❣️

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imavillainok · 1 year

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[ Chapter 5: "Psyche" ]

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ー ♡꒱・！Tags！ : Feitan Portor Fanfic, Series

ー ♡꒱・！Word Count！: 1,005 words

Pairing [ Feitan Portor x Original Character ]

ー ♡꒱・！Warnings！ : None

ー ♡꒱・！Artist！ : EG Arts (Facebook)

Feitan had been pondering over what to name the little girl for days now. He knew that he wanted to give her a name that was meaningful and fitting for her but he couldn't seem to settle on anything.

He spent his evenings flipping through a small dictionary he had found, searching for inspiration in the pages. He even asked Shalnark and Phinks for their opinions, but they just shrugged and told him to name her whatever he wanted.

Feitan was getting frustrated. He wanted to give the little girl a name that he can call her.

One day, as they were walking through the city, Shalnark and Phinks started tossing out silly names for the little girl.

"What about Blue?" Shalnark said, gesturing to the little girl. "Her hair is blue HAHAHAHA."

Phinks chimed in, "Or maybe Puppy. She's like a little puppy, always following you around obediently."

Feitan shot them a withering glare. "Not funny," he growled.

Shalnark and Phinks just laughed, clearly amused by their own cleverness.

Feitan sighed, realizing that he couldn't rely on them for help. He was on his own.

That night, Feitan sat down with the dictionary once again. He poured over the pages, looking for a name that felt right.

Feitan watched the little girl as she played with a small toy he had made shaped as a cat. He couldn't shake the feeling that she needed a proper name instead of just calling her 'little girl'.

Feitan had taken it upon himself to teach the little girl how to write and communicate. He had noticed that she doesn't want to speak but he still encourages her to do so, so he began by teaching her simple words and phrases.

At first, the little girl struggled to even hold a pencil, but with Feitan's patient guidance, she gradually improved. He would sit with her for hours, going over each letter and word until she got it right.

Weeks went by, and the little girl's progress was slow but steady. She still didn't speak much, but she was starting to understand more and more of what was being said around her. Feitan was proud of her progress and would often praise her, telling her how smart and talented she was.

One day, Feitan brought out a small notebook and a pen. He told the little girl that it was her very own notebook, and that she could use it to write down anything she wanted. She looked up at him with a wide smile and took the notebook from him, holding it carefully.

Feitan watched as the little girl carefully wrote her first word in the notebook. It was his name, but it filled him with joy to see her making progress.

From that day on, Feitan made sure to always have a notebook and pen on hand for the little girl. He would encourage her to write down anything that was on her mind, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem.

Feitan was out looking for supplies to take home. He loved books and often scoured the streets for discarded ones. He came across a pile of books in the trash and started flipping through them. As he read, one particular story caught his eye - the tale of Cupid and Psyche.

Feitan was entranced by the story and he couldn't help but think of the little girl he had been taking care of. She was just as beautiful as Psyche in the story. And just like Psyche, she was quiet and reserved, but there was a certain light in her eyes that drew him to her.

Feitan decided that he would give her a name - Psyche. It felt fitting, given how much she reminded him of the character in the story.

He went back to the tent and found the little girl playing with some scraps of fabric. She looked up at him as he entered, and he smiled warmly at her.

"Psyche," he said, gesturing to her. "Your name. Psyche."

The little girl looked at him confused, not quite understanding what he meant.

Feitan took a deep breath and began to teach her how to write her new name. It was slow going at first, but the little girl was a quick learner. As the days passed, Feitan continued to call her by her name until she's gotten used to it.

Psyche still didn't talk much, but Feitan could tell that she was listening and taking everything in.

Feitan had been deep in sleep, his dreams filled with the stories he had read the night before. Suddenly, he felt a small hand shaking him, calling his name.

"Feitan? Feitan?" the voice said, and Feitan's eyes shot open. It was Psyche. She was looking directly at him, her eyes bright with excitement.

"Psyche. You talk!" Feitan exclaimed, sitting up quickly.

Psyche smiled and pointed at Feitan. "Feitan," she said, her voice soft but clear. Then she pointed to herself and said, "Psyche."

Feitan's heart swelled with pride and happiness. He had been working tirelessly to teach her how to communicate, and now his efforts had finally paid off.

"Right" Feitan said, smiling broadly. "You Psyche. Me Feitan."

Psyche grinned and threw her arms around Feitan's neck, hugging him tightly. Feitan hugged her back, feeling a sense of joy.

From that day forward, Psyche began speaking more and more, and Feitan continued to teach her everything he knew. They spent countless hours reading books, practicing writing, and exploring the city together. As the sun began to set, they made their way back to the Troupe's hideout.

As they entered, the other members greeted them warmly. Chrollo smiled at Psyche and said, "Hello there, little one. How are you today?"

Psyche looked up at him and smiled, then said clearly, "Hello Chrollo. I'm good."

The other members looked at Psyche in surprise. They had never heard her speak before.

"Psyche can talk now?" Machi asked, surprised.

Feitan nodded proudly. "Yes. She learn quickly." he said.

The Troupe members gathered around Psyche, each introducing themselves by name. Psyche looked at each of them in turn, taking in their faces and telling each of their names.

"Feitan," she said, pointing to him. "Phinks," she said, pointing to the muscular man with spiky blonde hair. "Shalnark," she said, pointing to the other small blonde child. "Machi," she said, pointing to the girl with pink hair.

The Troupe members laughed and smiled, amazed at how quickly Psyche was picking up on things. They spent the rest of the evening talking and playing games, with Psyche joining in and calling each of them by name for the first time. It was a moment none of them would ever forget.

As the night grew later, Chrollo's attention turned back to their previous mission. "Psyche," he said, "I want to ask you something. How did you find Feitan's location when you escaped?"

Chapter 4: Best Friends

Chapter 6

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imavillainok · 1 year

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[ Chapter 4: Best Friends ]

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ー ♡꒱・！Tags！ : Feitan Portor Fanfic, Series

ー ♡꒱・！Word Count！: 1095 words

Pairing [ Feitan Portor x Original Character ]

ー ♡꒱・！Warnings！ : None

Feitan, the little girl, Shalnark, and Phinks quickly formed an unexpected bond. The little girl seemed to trust them, and the troupe members found themselves drawn to her endearing personality and quirky habits.

Feitan introduced the little girl to the rest of the Phantom Troupe members - Pakunoda, Machi, Uvogin, Nobunaga, and Franklin. The little girl was shy at first, but she quickly warmed up to them as they all welcomed her with open arms.

Pakunoda was the first to approach her, kneeling down to be at the little girl's eye level. She smiled warmly and introduced herself, asking the little girl if she would like to play a game with her.

Machi, Uvogin, and Nobunaga soon joined in, each offering to show the little girl something different. Machi taught her how to sew, Uvogin showed her how to properly punch someone, and Nobunaga taught her a card game he had learned.

Franklin hung back, watching the group with a small smile on his face. He had always been one of the quieter members of the Troupe, but he found himself feeling a bit more open around the little girl.

Feitan watched the little girl interacting with the other members of the Troupe, his heart swelling with pride. He had never imagined that they would all grow to care so deeply for this little girl.

However, when Chrollo walked into the room, the little girl's shy demeanor returned. She had heard about Chrollo's reputation as the leader of the Troupe and was a bit intimidated by him.

Chrollo noticed the little girl's hesitation and knelt down in front of her, his eyes kind and gentle. He introduced himself and smiled warmly at her.

"I've heard so much about you," Chrollo said softly. "Feitan told me that you are a very obedient little girl."

The little girl nodded shyly, her eyes fixed on the ground.

"Don't be afraid," Chrollo continued. "We're all family here. And family takes care of each other."

He held out his hand to the little girl, offering to take her on a tour of the hideout. The little girl hesitated for a moment, but then took his hand and stood up.

As they walked through the hideout, Chrollo told her stories about the Troupe. He explained how they met, all the while keeping a gentle and reassuring hand on the little girl's shoulder.

By the end of the tour, the little girl was no longer afraid of Chrollo. In fact, she had grown to like him quite a bit, and looked forward to spending more time with him in the future.

~Time skip ~

One day, they decided to take a break from their usual thieving operations and explore the city. The little girl had never been outside the hideout or their little home before, so she was excited to see what the world had to offer.

Feitan led the way, with the little girl holding his hand tightly. Shalnark and Phinks trailed behind, joking and laughing with each other. They walked through the bustling streets of Meteor City.

Despite the harsh conditions, the little girl seemed to be fascinated by everything around her. She stared wide-eyed at the people passing by, the colorful graffiti on the walls, and the stray animals rummaging through trash heaps.

Feitan, Shalnark, and Phinks were all amused by her curiosity and decided to show her around. They took her to a street vendor selling spicy noodles, which she eagerly tried, and then to a small park.

The little girl's eyes widened in amazement as she saw the rundown playground equipment and the children running around and playing.

The little girl stopped and tugged on Feitan's sleeve.

Feitan know that the little girl wanted to play, he hesitated, unsure if it was a good idea to let her out of his sight. But he couldn't deny the little girl's excitement, so he nodded, and they all headed over to the playground.

The little girl jumped on the swings, her messy blue hair flying behind her. Shalnark and Phinks pushed her higher and higher, laughing at her delighted squeals. Feitan watched from a nearby bench, keeping a watchful eye on his friends.

They spent the rest of the day at the park, trying out all the different equipment and playing games with each other. The little girl even made a new friend - a young girl with long purple hair who was fascinated by her sharp fangs but the purple girl had to go quickly.

As the sun began to set, they made their way back to the hideout. The little girl was exhausted but happy, and Feitan couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he had a real family.

From that day on, the little girl became a regular part of the troupe's adventures. They took her to new places, introduced her to new experiences, and watched as she grew and thrived under their care.

Feitan and the little girl went back to their small tent in the dirty alleyway.

When they arrived, he pulled out a small, tattered book from his bag. It was a collection of short stories he had found in a trash heap, but the little girl loved it. She crawled into Feitan's lap as he began to read.

Feitan was not an excellent story teller.

In fact, his voice was rough and scratchy, and he stumbled over some of the words. But the little girl didn't seem to mind. She listened with rapt attention, her head resting against his chest.

As Feitan read, the little girl's eyes grew heavy, and she began to drift off to sleep. Feitan carefully set the book aside and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

He couldn't believe how much the little girl had come to mean to him in such a short amount of time. He had always been a loner, preferring the company of his knives and his thoughts to that of other people. But the little girl had managed to break down his walls, and he was grateful for it.

Feitan gently stroked her hair as she slept, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. For once, he didn't feel the need to constantly be on guard or to push people away.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax for the first time in what felt like forever. As he drifted off to sleep, he knew that whatever the future held, he and the little girl would face it together.

Chapter 3: Something Sharp

Chapter 5: "Psyche"

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[ Chapter 3: Something Sharp ]

Masterlist / Menu、Chapter List

ー ♡꒱・！Tags！ : Feitan Portor Fanfic, Series

ー ♡꒱・！Word Count！: 1004 words

Pairing [ Feitan Portor x Original Character ]

ー ♡꒱・！Warnings！ : None

ー ♡꒱・！Artist！ : @samandboredom (instagram)

Feitan couldn't shake off the feeling of confusion as he made his way back to their hideout. He was still wondering how the little girl managed to find her way to his location, especially since she was being kept in an old, abandoned building. He had a lot of questions running through his mind, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to get answers until they reached their hideout.

As they entered the hideout, they were greeted by Machi, who had a cloth wrapped around her arm. Feitan immediately noticed the injury and asked what had happened. Machi explained that the little girl had managed to escape through a small vent and had bitten her arm with her sharp fangs when she tried to stop her.

Feitan was surprised by the revelation that the little girl had sharp fangs. He looked over at the girl, who was now sitting quietly in a corner of the room, staring at them with her big, bright eyes.

He approached the girl and gestured for her to open her mouth. The girl looked up at him with curiosity and complied, revealing four tiny fangs - two on the top and two on the bottom. Feitan's curiosity piqued, he gestured for the rest of the troupe to come over and take a look. He went behind the little girl and gently pinched the girl's cheeks, pulling her mouth open wider to give them a better view of her fangs.

The troupe members gathered around, their expressions varying from surprise to fascination. Machi leaned in, studying the girl's teeth closely, while Phinks let out a low whistle.

"Those are some sharp little teeth you've got there, girly," Shalnark said, grinning down at the girl.

Feitan released the girl's cheeks, and she blinked up at him, looking a little bewildered. It was clear that she didn't fully understand what was going on.

"She's definitely not like anyone we've ever encountered before," Machi said, still examining the girl's teeth. "So this is what bit me."

Feitan nodded in agreement. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something unusual about this girl, something that they couldn't quite put their finger on. He made a mental note to keep an eye on her and see if they could learn more about her.

As the troupe settled into their hideout, the little girl remained mostly silent and observant. She watched them interact with each other, noting their movements and mannerisms. She was curious about their abilities and wondered how she could use hers in conjunction with theirs.

Feitan, noticing her staring, approached her and knelt down to her level. "You ok?" he asked.

The little girl nodded, her bright eyes never leaving his.

"Good. We take care of you. Need to be careful those teeth of yours" he added.

The little girl nodded again, and Feitan patted her head before standing up and rejoining the group.

The troupe spent the rest of the day discussing their next mission, but the little girl's presence couldn't help but influence their conversations. They were all curious about her and wondered what her abilities were. They didn't know how the little girl found where Feitan was. It seems like the little girl has something they didn't know yet.

As the night settled in, the little girl found herself feeling more comfortable around the troupe. She didn't know how long she would be with them, but for now, she was content to watch and learn. She was grateful to Feitan for taking care of her, and she felt a sense of loyalty towards him.

Unbeknownst to her, the troupe had also taken a liking to her. She was different from anyone they had ever encountered, and they couldn't help but be intrigued by her. They knew that she was special and that her abilities could be useful in their missions.

Phinks knelt down to get closer to the little girl's level, and as he did, she scooted back a bit, looking up at him with wide eyes. Phinks chuckled, understanding the little girl's apprehension.

"Don't worry, little one," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just a big guy, that's all."

He held out a hand to her, palm up, and after a moment's hesitation, the little girl tentatively reached out and placed her small hand in his. Phinks's hand swallowed hers, and he grinned down at her.

"See, nothing to be afraid of," he said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

The little girl relaxed slightly, looking up at Phinks with a hint of curiosity. She tilted her head to one side, studying his face. Phinks chuckled again.

"You're a tough one to impress, huh?" he said, winking at her.

The little girl looked down at her feet. Shalnark and Feitan exchanged amused glances as they watched the interaction between Phinks and the little girl.

"You know, little girly," Shalnark said, stepping forward. "I bet Phinks here could show you some really cool things if you give him a chance."

Phinks nodded eagerly. "Oh, absolutely. I can show you how to do some really cool moves with your fists."

The little girl looked up at him with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. Phinks reached out and ruffled her hair, smiling.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you," he said, his voice gentle. "Let's go practice some moves together, okay?"

The little girl nodded slowly, still looking a bit hesitant but also intrigued. As Phinks led her over to a cleared area of the hideout to show her some basic moves, Shalnark and Feitan watched, smiling at the unexpected bonding moment between their tough and gruff troupe member and the timid little girl.

As days passed, Feitan, Shalnark, Phinks, and the little girl became inseparable. They would spend their days exploring the city and teaching the little girl new things. Feitan was especially fond of her and took it upon himself to teach her everything he knew about combat and other things that she must learn.

Chapter 2: New Home, New Mission

Chapter 4: Best Friends

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Chapter 2 is out !

Check out the newest chapter of Crimson Bound in [HERE] !

• Updates will be much earlier on wattpad !

ー ♡꒱・！Artist！ : @rawr_fluppy (instagram)

And here's also a cute art for Feitan x Psyche !

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ー ♡꒱・！Artist！ : chefronnx (instagram)

ー ♡꒱・feitan will def be like this to his s/o and his s/o 's reaction is just '?????????????'

cuz hello, how about the other men in the troupe. pls stop being so possessive fei 😭

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ー ♡꒱・！Artist！ : Lenx_zarr (Instagram)

This fanart is so beautiful♡

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ー ♡꒱・！Artist！ : EG Arts (Facebook)

ー ♡꒱・It's officially summer (even though it's already hella hot in our country everyday, I feel like I live in hell lol)

ー ♡꒱・ I'm gonna write some Feitan insert reader ft. summer vacations ☀️⛱🍉

ー ♡꒱・Also omg! Thank you so much for 290 followers!♥️🖤😭😭😭😭

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[ Chapter 1: The Little Girl ]

Masterlist / Menu、Chapter List

ー ♡꒱・！Tags！ : Feitan Portor Fanfic, Series

ー ♡꒱・！Word Count！: 1218 words

Pairing [ Feitan Portor x Original Character ]

ー ♡꒱・！Warnings！ : None

ー ♡꒱・！Artist！ : EG Arts (Facebook)

Feitan was born in the heart of Meteor City, a lawless and poverty-stricken area where few could survive. His parents were both dead, and he had no family to rely on. As a result, Feitan was forced to fend for himself from a young age. His life in Meteor City was a constant struggle. He had to scavenge for food and shelter on a daily basis, often resorting to stealing and other petty crimes just to survive. He was constantly hungry, cold, and afraid, never knowing when he might be attacked or robbed by other desperate individuals in the area.

Despite his best efforts to avoid trouble, Feitan often found himself on the receiving end of violence and abuse. He was beaten up by gangs and other criminals.

Feitan quickly learned that life in Meteor City was brutal and unforgiving. To survive, he had to be cunning and resourceful. He learned how to pick pockets, sneak around undetected, and fight when necessary. But despite his skills, life was still a struggle. Feitan often went hungry and had to sleep on the streets.

One day, while scavenging for food, Feitan stumbled upon a group of kids who were also living on the streets. They welcomed him into their group, and for the first time in his life, Feitan felt a sense of belonging.

Together, the group of kids learned how to survive in Meteor City. They would scavenge for food and supplies, and sometimes they would steal from the richer areas of the city. Feitan quickly became one of the most skilled members of the group, using his agility and speed to outmaneuver his opponents.

As Feitan grew older, he became increasingly disillusioned with life in Meteor City. He saw firsthand the suffering and poverty that plagued the people there, and he knew that something needed to change.

One day, Feitan was approached by a member of the Phantom Troupe, a group of skilled thieves who operated throughout the Meteor City. The leader saw potential in Feitan and offered him a place in the group.

Feitan saw this as an opportunity to make a difference. He knew that the Phantom Troupe had the power to take on the corrupt and powerful people who oppressed the citizens of Meteor City. And so, Feitan joined the Phantom Troupe.

As a member of the Phantom Troupe, Feitan found a sense of purpose and belonging that he had never experienced before. He was able to use his skills for a greater cause, and he became one of the most skilled and respected members of the group.

A few weeks later, Feitan Portor was wandering through a deserted alley in the slums when he stumbled upon a young girl, no older than five, lying in a pile of garbage. The girl was covered in bruises and cuts, her hair matted and dirty.

Feitan was only nine years old himself, but he couldn't ignore the sight of the helpless child. And there was this.... mysterious aura around her. Feitan approached the girl and knelt down beside her. She didn't seem to notice him at first, her eyes fixed on some distant point. But when he reached out to touch her shoulder, she flinched and recoiled.

Feitan realized that the girl was terrified and didn't know how to communicate. He slowly backed away, trying not to scare her further. But he couldn't just leave her there alone and wounded. Feitan told the girl to stay in the same place. The girl stared at him with fear and confusion, but she didn't move.

Feitan looked around. He quickly went home and returned with a first aid kit. The girl was still there. He approached her gently, he grabbed her arm and cleaned the girl's wounds as best he could and offered her some food and water. The girl didn't say a word or show any emotion, but Feitan felt the little girl relaxed a bit. Feitan stayed with the girl until she felt better, and then he took her to the Troupe's hideout. The little girl willingly followed him....

As they walked through the streets, Feitan noticed a shadowy figure following them. He was on high alert, ready to defend themselves from any potential danger. But as the figure drew closer, they recognized him as a member of the Phantom Troupe - Shalnark.

Feitan introduced the girl to Shalnark, telling him that he found her wandering the streets alone. Shalnark was fascinated by the girl's unusual appearance, with her striking light blue hair and piercing green eyes.

As they walked to the Troupe's hideout, Shalnark took a liking to the girl, trying to communicate with her in his own way. He joked and made funny faces, trying to get a reaction out of her. The little girl was still not reacting to anything. Feitan watched as Shalnark tried to interact with her, amused by his friend's attempts. Feitan had never seen Shalnark trying to impress someone new.

Finally, they arrived at the Troupe's hideout - a run-down building that was easy to miss if you weren't looking for it. Feitan led the way inside, with Shalnark and the little girl following closely behind. The inside of the hideout was dimly lit, with only a few candles casting a flickering glow across the room. He walked up to Chrollo - the leader of the Phantom Troupe and told him about the young girl he had found earlier. Chrollo listened intently as Feitan explained how he found the mysterious girl, and how she seemed to have no memories or even a name. Chrollo was intrigued by the girl and asked to see her.

Feitan brought the little girl out from the other room, and Chrollo observed her carefully. Despite the girl's lack of communication, Chrollo saw something special in her. He could sense a powerful aura emanating from her, and he knew that she would be a valuable addition to the Phantom Troupe.

"Feitan, where did you find this girl?" Chrollo asked, turning towards Feitan.

"She wandering on the street. Alone. Can't leave her there. So I bring her here," Feitan replied, his voice filled with concern.

Chrollo nodded, still observing the girl. "She's special, Feitan. I can feel it. She will be a great addition to the troupe. Keep her safe and take care of her," he said with a reassuring smile.

Feitan felt a sense of responsibility towards the girl. He had taken her in and promised to protect her, and he would do everything in his power to keep that promise. "Will do, Chrollo. I make sure she's safe," Feitan said firmly.

Chrollo gave a nod of approval, and Feitan took the little girl back outside the room. Feitan showed the little girl around the hideout, introducing her to the other members of the Troupe. Some of them were wary of the little girl, unsure of what to make of her, but Shalnark's infectious energy and enthusiasm seemed to win most of them over.

And so, the little girl became a member of the Phantom Troupe, the mysterious girl with no memories and an aura of power that drew everyone towards her. Though she remained silent and withdrawn, the other members of the Troupe could sense that there was more to her than met the eye.

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Chapter 2: New Home, New Mission

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Introducing my new Feitan and Psyche (OC) fanfiction: Crimson Bound !

Feitan, a member of the Phantom Troupe, finds a mysterious young girl named Psyche and takes her in. From a young age, Feitan learned to fend for himself on the streets, while Psyche's mysterious past left her struggling to fit in with the group. Despite her lack of communication, the Troupe sees something special in her and accepts her as one of their own. As they grow up together, Feitan and Psyche develop a close bond and navigate the dangerous world of the Troupe.

I've had so much fun writing this fanfiction, and I hope that you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I've included a banner below to give you a visual representation of Feitan and Psyche, and I would love to hear your thoughts and feedback!

For those who are interested in reading the full fanfiction, you can find it here [Crimson Bound]. I hope you enjoy reading it, and I can't wait to hear what you all think! I will post it here on tumblr as well

CLICK HERE TO READ IT ON TUMBLR !

Please note that Feitan will speak just like in the manga. He talks different in this story. Just like the "I no like Hisoka" "Why you not chase them?" kind.

It's been a while since I first created Psyche, my own original character for the world of Hunter x Hunter. I remember reading a lot of reader insert stories and tried to visualize a character to use for Y/N. I started using picrew to imagine what character would I want it to look like, trying to come up with a character that would make me smile. And that's how Psyche was born.

At first, she was just a silly girl with blue hair and a mysterious aura. But as I kept commissioning drawings for her and writing short scenes about her, she started to take on a life of her own. I imagined her as a member of the Phantom Troupe, with a tragic backstory and incredible powers. She's not just a character with no life.

I started sharing the drawings and scenes with other fans of Hunter x Hunter way back 2021 on my old tumblr blog, and to my surprise, people really seemed to like Psyche. I received messages of encouragement and support, and even some fanart from other artists who were inspired by her story. Even my irl friends like her, sometimes they ask for more stories about her and what is she like. It was amazing to see how this character existed in another person's life.

As I delved deeper into the lore and fandom of Hunter x Hunter, I began to imagine a story for Psyche, one that would explore her origins, her abilities, and her relationships with Feitan and other members of the Phantom Troupe. I wrote short scenes, commissioned artworks, and shared them on social media, hoping to find other fans who shared my fascination with this elusive character.

Over time, Psyche became more than just a fictional character to me. She became a source of inspiration. As I wrote and drew more about her, I realized that I was also creating a version of myself, a persona that embodied the qualities I wanted to have or express in my life but couldn't. This might also be a case for some people out there. I am a silent, reserved and shy person, quite the opposite of who Psyche is.

Of course, Psyche is not a perfect or happy character. She has gone through many hardships and traumas, both as a creature from a dangerous continent and as a member of a ruthless gang. She has struggled with communication, identity, and loyalty, as well as with her own powers and desires. Yet, I see in her a potential for growth, for self-discovery, and for making a difference in the world, even if it's a dark and chaotic one.

Now, years later, I still think about Psyche from time to time. Even though she's not a canon character, she has a special place in my heart. She's And I hope that one day, I'll be able to tell her story in a way that does justice to her strength and complexity.

I am grateful for the creators of Hunter x Hunter for introducing me to Psyche, and for the people who share my admiration for her.

So here's to Psyche, my silly little girl. Thank you for being a source of inspiration and comfort all these years.

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[ Chapter 2: New Home, New Mission ]

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ー ♡꒱・！Tags！ : Feitan Portor Fanfic, Series

ー ♡꒱・！Word Count！: 1388 words

Pairing [ Feitan Portor x Original Character ]

ー ♡꒱・！Warnings！ : None

Feitan carefully held the little girl's hand. He had never held another child before, but he knew that he had to be gentle. The little girl seemed to have calmed down when he held her hand, but she was still silent, her big eyes fixed on Feitan's face.

He walked through the city streets, avoiding the busy crowds and the noisy traffic. He lived in a dirty alleyway on the outskirts of the city, in a small tent that he had set up against the wall of a building. It was a quiet and secluded place, hidden away from the rest of the city.

As Feitan approached his tent, he saw that the little girl was still looking around, taking in her new surroundings. He carefully let go of her hand and spread out a small pile of blankets on the floor, and he sat down.

"This my home. You live here" he said. "This where we live now."

Feitan spent the rest of the day showing the little girl around their little home. The little girl watched his every move with a mixture of curiosity and caution. She still didn't speak, but Feitan could tell that she was beginning to feel more comfortable around him. He knew that it would take time for her to trust him completely, but he was patient. He was determined to give her a safe home, no matter what.

As the days passed, Feitan and the little girl settled into a routine. They would wake up early in the morning and Feitan would go out to scavenge for food and supplies, leaving the little girl to explore their little home.

The little girl was still mostly silent, but she would occasionally make small noises or gestures that indicated that she was beginning to understand Feitan's language. He was grateful for even the smallest signs of progress, and he made sure to reward her with smiles and gentle touches whenever she did something new.

Despite the difficult circumstances of their lives, Feitan and the little girl were beginning to find a sense of comfort and security in each other's company.

One day, while sitting in their home, there was a whistling sound outside of their tent. The little girl looked up, startled, and Feitan could hear the hesitation in her breathing. He quickly stood up and walked to the entrance of their home, cautiously peeking out.

To his surprise, he saw his fellow Troupe member Shalnark standing outside. Feitan hadn't seen him in a while, and he wondered why he had come to visit.

"Hey Feitan," Shalnark greeted him with a smile. "Long time no see. Can I come in?"

Feitan hesitated, unsure of what to do. He didn't want to bring any unnecessary attention to himself or the little girl, but he also didn't want to be rude to Shalnark.

"Hmm, sure," Feitan finally replied, stepping aside to let Shalnark in.

Shalnark looked around their tent, taking in the small space and sat on the floor. He noticed the little girl sitting quietly in the corner and gave her a friendly wave, but she didn't respond.

"What bring you here?" Feitan asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

Shalnark's expression turned serious. "We're having a meeting. The Troupe. Tonight. Everyone's going to be there. I thought you should know."

Feitan hesitated for a moment, thinking about what to do with the little girl. He couldn't just leave her alone, and he didn't want to bring her to a Troupe meeting. But he knew he couldn't ignore Shalnark's request either.

Feitan looked at the little girl, who was sitting quietly on the blankets. He knew he had no choice but to take her with him.

"Ok. Will come" he said to Shalnark.

Shalnark nodded, sensing that Feitan didn't want to talk about it further. "Okay, let's go then."

Feitan picked up the little girl and held her close to him as they walked to the meeting place. He could feel her small hand trembling against his, and he knew that she was scared. He tried to reassure her by patting her head, but he could tell that it wasn't working.

When they arrived at the meeting place, Feitan saw the rest of the Troupe sitting around the old building. They all looked up when he entered with the little girl in his arms. There was a moment of silence as they took in the unusual sight.

Feitan walked over and sat on a huge rock then made the little girl sat down next to him. He could feel her tiny hand clutching onto his shirt tightly, as if she was afraid he would leave her alone.

The meeting began, with the Boss discussing their next job. Feitan tried to pay attention, but he couldn't focus with the little girl sitting next to him, her wide eyes taking in everything around her. He knew he had to find a way to take care of her while also being a member of the Troupe. He would have to figure out how to make it work.

Chrollo could sense Feitan's distraction and looked over at him. "Feitan, is there something you want to share with the group?" he asked, his tone even.

Feitan hesitated, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to reveal that the little girl's presence was bothering him.

"Nothing." Feitan answered.

Chrollo raised an eyebrow, but didn't press the issue further. He knew that Feitan would share more if and when he was ready.

"Very well," Chrollo said.

The Boss continued with the meeting, explaining that their mission was to steal a supply of food from a truck that was delivering it to a nearby village. The people in Meteor City were in desperate need of food, but the truck was owned by a rival gang who had no intention of sharing their resources.

Feitan listened intently, his mind racing with ideas on how to execute the mission. He knew that the Troupe had to act quickly, as the rival gang was notorious for their violence and would not hesitate to retaliate if they discovered the theft.

After the meeting, Feitan pulled Chrollo aside. "Boss, I need to ask for your help with something," he said, looking at him seriously.

"What is it?" Chrollo asked.

Feitan explained the situation with the little girl and his concern for her safety during the mission. Chrollo listened carefully, nodding understandingly. "Don't worry, Feitan. We'll figure out a way to keep her safe," he reassured him.

The day of the mission arrived, and the Troupe set out to intercept the truck. They had planned the operation meticulously, with each member assigned a specific task to ensure the success of the mission.

Feitan's role was to disable the truck's security system and keep watch for any potential threats. He slipped into the shadows, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He tensed, ready to attack, but then he saw the little girl's face peeking out from behind a nearby tree.

Feitan's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe that the little girl had followed him, but there was no time to dwell on it. He quickly scooped her up and hid her behind a nearby bush, telling her to stay quiet and out of sight.

With the girl safely hidden away, Feitan resumed his position and successfully disabled the truck's security system. The rest of the Troupe quickly moved in and began to unload the food from the truck.

However, their success was short-lived as the rival gang appeared on the scene, armed and ready for a fight. The Troupe quickly took defensive positions, their weapons at the ready.

Feitan's heart was pounding in his chest as he watched the rival gang approach. He was ready to fight to protect the Troupe and the little girl, but he didn't want to risk her safety. Suddenly, he heard a loud explosion, and the rival gang was thrown back, their weapons flying out of their hands.

Feitan turned to see Chrollo, standing confidently with something in his hand. "Let's go, Feitan," he said calmly, gesturing to the rest of the Troupe who were already making their escape.

Feitan grabbed the little girl and followed after the Troupe.

Chapter 1: The Little Girl

Chapter 3: Something Sharp

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