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Reunited

Feitan x Reader Route

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warning: brief mention of human trafficking, brief torture scene, Feitan masturbates at the end

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(Name) dropped her suitcase off at Leorio’s before making her way to the location Phinks and Feitan provided in her note. Apparently, Machi would be waiting for her, and would take the console so it would be safe while (Name) ventured into Greed Island.

“Machi!”

The pink haired woman looked up just in time to catch the girl crashing into her. “H-hey! Don’t you know what personal space is?”

She pushed (Name) back a bit, huffing. “Haha, sorry. I’m just happy to see you’re safe! Fei told me… what happened with Paku…”

Machi sighed, ruffling the girls hair. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Come on, let’s get you into the game. Fei’s probably worried sick.”

“Worried?”

‘Ah, she’s dense.’

Machi didn’t answer, leading her towards their hideout. “Fei requested that I stay to make sure you got into the game safely.”

(Name) giggled, holding a hand to her cheek. “Aww, that’s so sweet of him.”

(Name) gasped when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. “(Nnaaammeee)~ you’re here!”

Shalnark laughed, giving her a good squeeze before Machi sent him a look. “If Fei knew what you were doing right now…”

Shalnark stuck his tongue out at her. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. So…”

He seemed different, his hands holding onto her waist as he leaned forward. “Who was that dark haired man you saw when Feitan told you to stay put?”

(Name) tilted her head. “Dark haired man… you mean Illumi? He’s a friend.”

“Do you typically make out with your friends?”

This caused the girl to pause. “First of all, that’s none of your business, secondly, how do you know that?”

Shalnark sat her down, smiling. “Aww, but I asked first! What is your relationship with that man?”

(Name) sighed. “Again, he’s a friend, the assassin that kidnapped me. Feitan is aware of that, but…”

She twiddled her thumbs. “He kind of proposed to me at dinner.”

“Proposed?”

“Yes… I met with him to discuss why we left off on bad terms, and possibly continue our friendship. However…”

She scratched the back of her head. “He um… proposed to me. I’m still not sure how to feel about it.”

Shalnark hummed. From the camera he placed at her front door and room, he’d seen several… things. Thankfully for (Name), he removed the camera before she and Kurapika enjoyed their night together.

“I see.”

“Now answer my question, Shalnark. How did you know that?”

The blonde only shrugged. “Dunno!”

Knowing she wouldn’t be getting an answer from him, the girl only sighed and pulled out the cookies she’d brought. “There’s at least two for everyone, and…”

She stepped forward, towards the coffin covered in flowers. The lingering troupe members watched as she placed an offering of freshly baked goods on top. “I hope you like these, Paku. They’re cat cookies. I… I really wanted you to meet my kitties one day…”

Shalnark stepped forward to comfort the crying girl. “She would of loved those, (Name). Thank you…”

He held her as she cried, patting her back.

———————

(Name) looked over the cast green field after walking out of the small tower. “So, this is greed island… Killua and Gon are supposed to be here, along with Fei and Phinks. Hmm…”

The girl stepped out, twirling around. “Hmm… they said to wait after I got here… so I guess I’ll just…”

She sat under the tower, pulling her knees to her chest. It had only been a few minutes, but she was already growing bored. “Did he say how long it would take? I can’t remember…”

“Did. Second line of note.”

(Name) jumped at the voice sounding next to her, her eyes lighting up immediately. “Fei!”

Feitan grunted when she jumped into his arms, his hands moving down to her hips immediately. “Took longer than thought.” he said, pinching her hip.

(Name) pouted, half heartedly swatting his hand away. “I… I was busy with a friend.”

He nodded, quickly pulling his hands away when a low whistle resounded next to him. “I see you’ve got your girl back now, Fei.”

“Tch.”

Feitan had long since given up on correcting his fellow Troupe members on the relationship he had with (Name). Part of him didn’t want to, he truly did see her as his woman.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t get embarrassed, especially when (Name) was in war shot. “Your girl?” (Name) asked, tilting her head.

Feitan waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t listen to Phinks. Stupid.”

“Hey!”

“Stupid and smell like cheap cologne. Stinks.”

“Oh you little bastard!”

She watched as the two glared at each other, giggling into her hand. “Oh, stop it. No need for all of that. SOO…”

She leaned her head against Feitan’s shoulder, causing the man to stiffen, then relax. “What’s our plans?”

The two glanced at each other before looking back to her. “About that, (Name)…” Phinks said softly, scratching the back of his head.

“You go back.”

(Name) blinked, looking at Feitan with a raised eyebrow. “Go back? What do you mean, I just got here.”

Phinks sighed, taking over. “Listen, there’s been a lot of player deaths recently…”

‘Aside from the ones we’ve caused.’ Phinks thoight, keeping it to himself.

“And we think it’s better if you go back home and wait for us to come get you.” he finished, patting her shoulder.

(Name) looked between the two, eyes starting to get a bit watery. “Fei… I can handle myself. You’re underestimating me again…”

The dark haired man began to panic at the sight of tears streaming down her cheeks. “No, no cry. Not underestimating. Just…”

He took a deep breath, leaning against one of the pillars supporting the tower. “Just worried.”

(Name) sniffled a little, wiping at her tears. “Worried? You’re worried… about me?”

He nodded slowly, glad that his coat was covering his slowly turning pink cheeks.

(Name) looked at him before leaning forward to plant a kiss on his cheek. “That’s sweet, Fei. Thank you.”

He could barely control the urge to pin her against the column and take her right there. (Name) was always so sweet, so cute. He felt the tip of his ears turn red, quickly turning away from her.

“Tch.”

Phinks noticed this, snickering lightly. “Okay lovebirds, let’s get (Name) back to the hideout.”

Phinks pulled out a Leave card, holding it out to (Name) and instructing her on how to use it. Before she did, she looked to Feitan, here eyes softening.

“Fei?”

He stepped toward her, leaning into her touch when she cupped his cheek. He was embarrassingly weak to her touch, unable to keep himself from pulling away. “Yes?”

Her lips hovered over his, before she pulled away with warm cheeks. “I’ll see you l-later?”

And with that she was gone, leaving Feitan red as a tomato, reaching out to the empty spot in front of him.

“She almost…”

“She was about to kiss you. Man, aren’t you lucky?”

Feitan snapped out of his daze her presence had him in, turning on his heels. “Let’s go. Have work to do.”

————————

(Name) fell onto the floor of their hideout, rubbing her ass and cursing. “Shit…”

Shalnark and Machi were in fighting stances in front of her, relaxing when her familiar aura reached them. “Oh, it’s just you.” Machi said, sitting back down.

Shalnark helped (Name) up, brushing off her skirt for her. “You took quite the tumble, huh? Why are you back so early?”

(Name) frowned at that, folding her arms over her chest. “Feitan and Phinks said it was too dangerous and I should go back. Apparently a lot of players have been dying lately.”

Shalnark nodded, tapping a finger against his chin. ‘It must be a real problem if Feitan sent (Name) back. He seemed so eager to her again.’

“Hmm… I see. Well, what are your plans now?”

(Name) sat down, pouting. “I’m not sure… I was hoping to spend more time with Fei, but… I guess I won’t be able to if he’s gonna be busy.”

Shalnark’s eyes softened ever so slightly, the man plopping down next to her. “Hey, no need to pout. I’m sure Fei will call you as soon as he’s able to. He…”

He trailed off, smiling. “He really does care about you, ya know? You’re… kind of his everything.”

This made (Name)’s face heat up. She playfully smacked Shalnark’s arm, giggling. “Oh don’t tease me. I…”

The blonde looked completely serious, putting a hand on her shoulder. “(Name), I don’t say this lightly, but your safety and happiness is Fei’s biggest priority. Your nen is incredibly useful, if he didn’t care about you he would have kept you in greed island despite the danger.”

She couldn’t argue with him, looking down at her lap. “Really..?”

She wasn’t asking because she didn’t believe him, she just needed that confirmation. “Really.”

Machi huffed, pushing herself off of the concrete slap she’d been sitting on. “We should get moving soon, considering those kids knew of our hideout.”

‘She means Gon and Killua.’ (Name) thought, a little sad she wouldn’t get to see them in Greed Island.

“Where did they say to meet them again?” Shalnark asked, pulling out his phone.

Machi listed out a location, making (Name) blink. “Oh, that’s really close to my home!l

Shalnark flicked her forehead. “You shouldn’t blurt things like that out, (Name). We’re criminals, remember?”

The girl poured, rubbing her forehead. “But… but you’re Feitan’s friends. I trust you!”

This caused the two to pause. It wasn’t often that they heard those words from anyone outside of the Troupe.

“It’s stupid to trust people you barely know.” Machi said, giving her a flick to the forehead as well, but it was halfhearted. It felt nice to be treated as a person, not like the cold hearted thieves they were.

But were they really all that cold hearted, when (Name)’s words warmed their chests so?

Shalnark suddenly perked up, grinning. “If where we’re heading is close to your home, we can accompany you there!”

“Shal.” Machi warned, raising an eyebrow. They both knew just how protective Feitan was of (Name), how he hadn’t even planned on most of them meeting her.

Shalnark shook his finger. “Ah, ah, ah! I’m sure Fei would prefer (Name) getting home safe and sound. Traveling alone is dangerous after all, especially after…”

A silence filled the air as Shalnark’s sentence trailed off. “After what?” (Name) asked, tilting her head.

‘After you’ve been associated with us.’ Shalnark thought. They’d been careful to conceal her identity, but a skilled nen user would be able to pick up on faint traces of the phantom troupes aura on her. It put a target on her back, and Feitan’s infrequent visits were probably to protect her.

“Nothing, nothing. The others are in town grabbing supplies right now, and we’ll be leaving after. You said you dropped your suitcase off with a friend, yeah?”

She nodded, and Shalnark smiled. “I’ll take you into town to grab it. And don’t worry, I have my own business to take care of so I won’t snoop.”

“I haven’t even said yes to going with you all.” (Name) said with a laugh.

“Oh? Do you not want us at your home? How cruel!” Shalnark teased, holding an arm over his face. She giggled, removing his arm to look at him.

“I didn’t say that, silly. You’re all welcome.”

He didn’t expect his heart to thump against his chest like it did when she began pulling him away. “Let’s get going then, before my friend mails my suitcase off!”

——————

Leorio handed her suitcase, giving her a hug before she was off again. Shalnark was waiting by a boba shop, holding two cups.

“Here, I got you one.”

She gasped, taking it. “Oh, thank you!”

The two left, but not heading towards the hideout. Instead they showed up at the airport, where the others were waiting. Shizuku, Franklin, and Kortopi.

“Oh, hey (Name).” Franklin said, waving at you with his large hand. She waved back, Shizuku tilting her head at her.

“(Name)? Isn’t that Feitan’s girlfriend?”

Franklin grasped Shizuku’s head. “You’re not supposed to say that part out loud, Shizuku.”

“Oh. Sorry. Hello (Name)!”

Said girl stood there with her face growing hot. “Hello… and hi Kortopi.”

The small… person waved.

Shalnark helped (Name) onto the airship, Franklin carrying her suitcase. “Let’s get seated. It’s going to be a long ride.”

As the day turned into night, (Name) ended up falling asleep on Shalnark’s shoulder. Out of the bunch of them, he was the least intimidating.

“Ooo, if Feitan saw he would be pissed.” Shizuku said, pointing to the two.

“Bleh, what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.”

Shalnark gently ran his hand over her hair. ‘Fei better treat her right. She’s special, truly.’

It took a few days for the group to reach (Name)’s home, and once they were walking down the path to her house, she started getting excited.

“I can’t wait for you all to meet my cats!”

Shizuku nodded, walking alongside her. It seemed the dark haired girl subconsciously stuck near (Name). Maybe it was her soothing presence, maybe it was because she was the only other girl in the group, but she felt pulled towards her. “Pakunoda liked cats.”

A silence fell over the group, (Name)’s smile fading. “Yeah…”

The awkward silence of was broken when Franklin breathed in, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Is that…”

He pushed between (Name) and Shizuku, walking forward. “Smoke.”

(Name) blinked, tilting her head. “Smoke? Why would there be smoke? Maybe one of my neighbors is burning leaves or something…”

Shalnark and Franklin glanced at each other as they continued walking.

As they drew closer to (Name)’s home, the smell of smoke became more intense. At some point, (Name)’s walk became a jog, before she started straight up sprinting.

“No… no it can’t be!”

Her home, or at least what was left of it came into view. Shalnark was running after her, attempting to grab her arm to pull her away but she moved too quick.

“Tammy! Missy!” she screamed out. Her home was in ashes, the surrounding fruit trees burnt to a crisp. (Name)’s eyes filled with tears, stepping over what once used to be the threshold of her home.

“(Name)!”

Shalnark pulled her back by the waist, causing the girl to kick and scream. “No, let me go! I have to search for my cats! I c-“

“Use Gyo!”

She paused, focusing her aura into her eyes.

She scanned the rubble of her home, seeing no aura. “See? They aren’t here. Even if they were… killed in the fire, there would still be a faint aura lingering for a few days at least.”

She relaxed, taking in a few breaths before turning on her heels. “Their cat sitter… I told her she could take them to her house if she was too busy. She must have them!”

Shalnark nodded, gesturing for her to call her cat sitter. She walked off to speak to the cat sitter as the others inspected her home.

Shizuku shrugged. “It’s possible something caught fire inside. Maybe the cat sitter left the stove on.”

“No, it reeks of gasoline.” Franklin said with a shake of his head.

“Who would do this? (Name) doesn’t have any enemies, she’s-“

Shalnark paused, taking a better look at the scorched doorframe. There was something etched into the wood, his eyes widening in anger.

It was a star, with an eye in the middle.

“That’s… the symbol of the human traffickers that hurt (Name).” Shalnark said, just loud enough for the others to hear him, but quiet enough that it didn’t reach (Name).

Shalnark took a picture of the mark. “I’m glad we came with her. There’s no telling what could of happened had she been alone.”

Shizuku left the others, again wandering towards (Name). The girl gave Shizuku a smile, causing her to tilt her head.

“Hey!”

(Name) came walking back with Shizuku in tow, a smile on her face. “She has my cats, so they’re safe.”

“That’s great news, (Name).” Shalnark said, giving her the best smile he could. His mind was racing, trying to sort everything out. ‘Are they back? Why would they burn her home down? It doesn’t make sense… at least we have a confirmation that the organization is indeed still active.’

(Name) sighed, sitting down on the remnants of her porch. “I guess this means that I’m homeless. Again.” she huffed, Shizuku sitting next to her.

“Hey, (Name)?”

She looked to see Shalnark standing before her. He was smiling, but it was strained. “Yes?”

The blonde took a moment to respond, picking his words carefully. “I… think it’s best if you come with us.”

“… I mean I’m not against it, but why?”

Shalnark bit his lip. He didn’t want to bring up the painful memories of her past. He knew full well that her mood would be soured, and she didn’t have Feitan to clingy to for comfort right now. “We’re going to see Fei.”

This was a detail they’d left out. “You’re… what? Why didn’t you tell me before?”

He looked away, rubbing his neck. “We figured he would prefer if you didn’t come, considering how dangerous it was on Greed Island. But…”

The image of the mark on the doorframe flashed in his head. “Things have changed. We aren’t exactly traveling to meet him anyways, we were just getting ready for when he came back through the console. That and get as close as we can to greed island.”

“But… greed island is a game, is it not?”

As Shalnark explained that, the sun started to go down. “Ah, we should get a hotel for the night.”

———————

The next morning, (Name) woke up the the sound of arguing. Her and Shizuku had shared a room for the night, the girl stirring in the other bed.

“It’s too early in the morning for them to be fighting.” Shizuku groaned, covering her head with a pillow. (Name) patted her back.

“I’ll go talk to them. You rest.”

Shizuku peeked from under her pillow as (Name) left the room, feeling fuzzy. She couldn’t deny that it felt nice to have someone worry about such an insignificant thing as her getting to sleep in. ‘She’s nice…’

(Name) knocked on the boys hotel room. “Hey, why are you arguing s-“

The door swung open, revealing a disgruntled Feitan. “Fei!”

She tackled him in a hug, sending them both sprawling to the floor. The man yelped, and the rest of the men stared wide eyed. They’d never heard him make that sound before.

“(Name).”

He stared up at her, cupping her cheek as gently as he could. Feitan was conflicted. He was excited to see her again, but when Shalnark informed him of what happened… he felt his blood pressure rise.

“I missed you…” (Name) said softly, leaning into his touch. It was hard for him not to cave and pull her in, to press kisses into her soft cheeks, but he held back.

He didn’t want the others to think he was weak, after all.

“Just saw me few days ago.” he said in a hushed voice, helping her stand up. She pouted, putting her hands on her hips.

“I always miss you, Fei. Even if it’s only been a few days.”

‘Fuck.’

She always knew how to make his heart race with just a few words. The dark haired man didn’t answer her, instead sitting on one of the beds.

“So, we’re going to be visiting greed island, yeah? When do we leave?” (Name) asked, plopping down onto the bed. Feitan shrugged.

“Want to do soon as possible.”

As they spoke about their plans, (Name) leaned her head against Feitan’s shoulder, still tired. It was only 7 am, and they’d gone to bed late due to Shizukus ramblings.

As she dozed off, Feitan allowed her to lie her head in his lap instead. “Always falling asleep.” he said, running his hand over her hair. “Should be more alert.”

She hummed softly. “When I’m around you, I know I can let my guard down for a bit…”

Feitan’s hand trembled ever so slightly as he continued to run his hand over her hair. Once she was asleep, the conversation shifted. “Said you found mark of human trafficking?” Feitan asked, his hand trembling for an entirely different reason now.

Shalnark nodded, leaning against the wall as he pulled up the picture on his phone. “Yep, clear as day. I assume they had some part in burning down her house.”

Feitan cursed, gritting his teeth. “Bastards. What more they want from her? Haven’t taken enough?”

Franklin grunted. “One of the last orders from the Boss was to get as much information on that organization as possible.”

“Yeah.” Feitan said, looking down at (Name). She looked so peaceful in her sleep, despite all the horror she’d been through, despite the fact her house had been burned to a crisp.

“What are we gonna do about the girl?” Kortopi asked, pointing a finger in (Name)’s direction.

“Well we can’t just leave her alone. They’re obviously after her, for some reason or another.” Shalnark pointed out.

“And she’s the only link we have to the organization that was taking Meteor City kids.” Franklin said, looking down at the girl.

“She stay with me.” Feitan answered, placing a hand on her back and rubbing soothingly. “My woman. Need her to be safe.”

Phinks walked in then, carrying a few takeout bags with Shizuku in tow. “Hey, I got breakfast.”

——————

After breakfast, (Name) left to go change into some new clothes. She was happy she overpacked, considering all the clothes she left behind in her home were now gone.

Feitan accompanied her, not wanting to let the girl out of his sight. “Hurry up.” he grumbled, waiting on her bed.

She walked out of the bathroom wearing a pair of jean overalls and a pink turtleneck underneath. There was a cute bunny stitched into the chest pocket, Feitan finding her adorable.

“I thought this would be warm and cute. What do you think, Fei?”

He stared at her for a moment before answering. “Warm definitely.”

She giggled, slipping into her sneakers. “Fei~”

“… yes?”

She leaned forward, giving him a hug. “I wasn’t joking when I said I missed you. The last few days have been tough, and…”

He could her her choking up, and it broke his heart. He shushed her with a squeeze to her thigh, causing the girl to yelp. “I’m here now. Protect you.”

She nodded, nuzzling into his shoulder. “Thank you, Fei…”

He held her close, the thought of her returning home alone and possibly being hurt by the people who caused her so much pain as a child made his blood boil. Feitan couldn’t let her be alone, now that he knew they were after her.

They left the hotel at 8:30 am, and got on a boat to sail towards green island at around 10 am.

By the time they reach it, it was nearly sunset. (Name) was being carried by Feitan after falling asleep again, and their interaction with Razor after breaking into Greed Island sent them back to the nearest shoreline.

“Fuck, that was just a huge waste of time!” Phinks groaned out, kicking the nearest tree. It toppled over, nearly crushing Franklin.

“Hey, quiet. She sleeps.” Feitan hissed out, holding (Name) close. Phinks huffed, marching away to let some steam off.

“Guess we’ll get back in the “legal” way next.” Shalnark said, keeping his voice low.

Feitan didn’t like this idea. Bringing (Name) back into Greed Island posed more risks to her safety, but there was no way he’d leave her alone without someone he trusted to watch over her.

“Have to make quick. Can’t let her be alone too long. Risky.”

(Name) stirred in his arms, the man patting her back to help her ease back into a more restful sleep.

The group returned to the game, seeing Chrollo’s name had been registered there. Unfortunately it wasn’t Chrollo’s but Hisoka.

The good news was, there was an exorcist that could remove Kurapika’s nen blade in Chrollo’s heart.

As plans were carried and deals were made, (Name) was kept distracted by Shizuku, who had plenty to talk about, even if most of her rambles were idle chat that didn’t mean much. (Name) listened intently though, occasionally butting in to share her opinion.

This seemed to make Shizuku quite happy. Not many people listened to her rants, and she finally had an outlet.

“(Name).”

The two turned to see Feitan returning, looking tired. (Name) jumped up from her seat on a stump, walking over.

“We leaving.”

He handed her and Shizuku a leave card each.

———————

(Name) sat on the old sofa of an abandoned house, occasionally sneezing. It was dusty and cold, but not that awful. At least there was a roof over her head.

The group made the abandoned house their temporary hideout as they discussed certain matters.

“It’ll take the exorcist at least a few months to find and help Chrollo. It’s best we go our separate ways and rest until we get word from them.”

(Name) frowned at this. The past few days she’s been so busy moving place to place that she hadn’t even had the time to grieve the loss of her home, or form any plans on what she’d do about it.

‘I could return to my parents house, but it’s already crowded there, and it will just worry mom and dad…’ she thought, sighing into the apple juice box Feitan had stolen for her.

“What’s wrong?” Shalnark asked, noticing (Name)’s sad sighs. “You’ve been sighing for the better part of two hours.”

“What doesn’t she have to be sad about? Her house burnt down.” Shizuku pointed out, causing (Name) to sigh again.

“Do you have somewhere to stay?”

(Name) looked up to see Phinks standing over her. She had always found him to be a bit intimidating, but now his voice was soft and caring.

“No… I mean yes, but… I could stay with my parents but they have a lot to deal with already and I don’t want to worry them.”

Feitan held onto her hand. “… could stay with me.”

(Name) looked up, her cheeks warm. “W-what?”

“Yeah!” Shalnark agreed enthusiastically. “Fei, Phinks, and I are all roommates! There’s a spare bedroom we use for…”

He wanted to say the room they used to keep Feitan’s victims in before being taken down to the basement, but he was quick to clear his throat. “We use for storage. You can stay there while you get your affairs in order!”

She began to tear up, causing all three of the usually cold hearted men to tense up. “Thats so sweet of you to say… I really don’t want to be a burden…”

“No. Not burden.”

Feitan held onto her hand tightly, not caring that the others were looking at him. “Important.”

Nobunaga leaned against the wall, nodding. “Not only did Uvo and Paku adore you, but the boss said treat you as our own, and we don’t leave our comrades out on the street.”

Feitan swiped away her tears with his calloused fingers. “You take care of me, I take care of you.”

This was what sent (Name) over the edge. She began openly sobbing, leaning her head against Feitan’s chest. “Th-thank you Fei! I love you…”

He wrapped his arms around his, feeling his face turn red. “… we leave in morning. Make sure you packed up.”

——————

They reached Feitan’s shared home a few days later. (Name) was exhausted from the constant travel, and just wanted to collapse into the guest bedrooms bed.

However, when she tried to open the door, she was blocked by Shalnark. “Woah, uh, you can’t go in there yet. We still have to… clear things out.”

She raised an eyebrow, but was too tired to question it. Instead, she plopped down onto the couch to nap, before she fell asleep, she noticed how filthy the home was.

There were fruit flies everywhere, dirty dishes in the sink, dirty clothes strewn across the floor. ‘I have my work cut out for me…’ (Name) thought as she drifted off to sleep, pulling the throw blanket over herself.

She woke up a few hours later, feeling refreshed yet exhausted at the same time. The house reeked like rotting food, sweat, and dirty laundry.

“Okay boys.”

She stood before the three, who she’d called into the living room. “We got your room cleared out!” Shalnark said cheerily.

“Good boy. Anyways-“

Shalnark’s jaw dropped as she continued talking, having to cross his legs to hide his boner.

“This house is a wreck. I say this with love, truly, BUT HOW DO YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?? I saw a dirty sock in the fridge!!”

“It’s not dirty, I like to keep my socks cold.” Phinks said, shrugging.

“Okay if you want to keep your socks in the fridge at least put it in a ziplock bag. Our food is in there.”

“We don’t have ziplock bags.”

“And that ties into my next point. There’s like nothing here! If you told me this house was abandoned I would believe you. There’s no rags, no oven mitts, no silverware.”

Feitan shrugged. “None can cook. Eat out.”

She groaned. “Fei, sweetheart, that’s not sustainable.”

“Still alive.” He countered.

(Name) rubbed her temple. “Okay, I see that talking this out is useless. I’m going to town and getting the essentials, then I’ll be cleaning this house so living here will be tolerable.”

‘She ain’t even been here a day and she’s already acting like she owns the place.’ Phinks thought, amused.

She begin to pull out her wallet, but Feitan snatched it out of her hand. “Hey!”

“What you doing??”

She huffed, reaching for her wallet. “I was seeing what my budget would be for shopping.”

He raised an eyebrow. “We give you money for that. Don’t spend your own.”

“But…”

Feitan placed her wallet in his pocket. “Stolen money, don’t worry.”

She pursed her lips. ‘That doesn’t help anything.’ she thought, pulling her backpack on.

“I’m going into town. I’ll be back in an hour.”

Feitan was about to offer to accompany her, but Shalnark pulled him back. “Hey, we need to talk over some things.”

He glanced at (Name), who was walking out the door before signing. “Wear mask on face. Keeps you from being recognized.” he called out after her.

“Okay!”

They waited for her to fade close the before her before speaking.

“When she was sleeping at the hotel, I found a tracking device on her.”

Feitan’s casual grip on the wall next to him turned into a tight grip, small cracks forming in it. “What?”

Shalnark nodded. “It was pretty advanced tech, it took me nearly 30 minutes to remove it. I ended up driving a good ways away from the hotel and leaving it in a trash can in the next town. Hopefully that will get whoever has been tracking her off her trail.”

Feitan could barely hear him, he was panicking. ‘Who would want to track her!?’

Phinks put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, man, it’s going to be alright. He removed the tracker, so no one will know she’s here.”

Feitan nodded slowly, moving to sit on the couch.

———————

(Name) grunted, struggling to carry the groceries and essential items she bought for the house. It was as much as she could get in one trip, she’d have to go with the others the next day for more.

“I’m home!”

Shalnark was quick to run to the door and help her with the bags she was carrying in. “Woah, you sure got a lot.”

She nodded, gesturing for him to walk towards the kitchen. Shalnark followed behind her, putting things up as she took things out. “I saw there were no cleaning supplies besides a broom, mop, and bleach, so I went ahead and got all the essentials!”

She began unloading cleaning supplies, pulling on a pair of gloves. “Shalnark, please vacate the area. I need to get into the zone.”

He stifled a laugh at how serious she looked, just giving her a nod before leaving the kitchen. Once he was out of earshot, (Name) turned on her phone and started playing pop music as she got to work.

Shalnark glanced back at the kitchen before walking down the basement stairs, the sounds of muscle tearing and blood dripping barely fazing him. “Hey, Fei?”

The dark haired man looked up from his victim, eyes narrowed. “What? Busy.”

“Please… help…”

Shalnark ignored the poor bastard on the table. His rib cage was exposed, Feitan occasionally snapping a rib then chuckling.

“I just wanted to tell you (Name) is home, so try to be more quiet.”

Fei perked up at that, dropping his pliers onto the man’s chest before pulling off his blue rubber gloves. “She home? When she get back?”

“Just a few minutes ago, and she’s on a cleaning spree.”

Feitan snorted, walking over to the deep stainless steel sink to wash his hands and upper arms. “Would do that.”

He followed Shalnark upstairs, stopping when they reached the kitchen door. The sound of some love song was playing behind it, with (Name) singing along.

They looked at each other before entering.

“Holy shit.”

In the fifteen minutes Shalnark had been gone, she’s nearly transformed the place from a pigsty to a functional kitchen.

There was something cooking on the stove, steam rising from a large pot they hadn’t had before. It smelled amazing, causing Shalnark to sigh contentedly.

She placed the last dish they had, which was not many, onto a towel she was using to let them dry. (Name) looked up, giving them a smile. “Hey, boys, I was just finishing up with the kitchen. I’m making some stew for dinner, it should be ready in an hour or so.”

Shalnark fell at her feet, wrapping his arms around her legs and nuzzling against her thighs. “You’re an angel, sent from above!”

Feitan was quick to scoot Shalnark out of the way with his food, growling lowly as he pulled (Name) into his arms. He didn’t like others touching what was his, especially not someone like Shalnark who was good with women.

“Aww, Fei, what’s wrong?”

(Name) cupped his cheek, giving him a concerned look. “He’s just jealous.” Shalnark blurred out before running away from Feitan.

She shook her head at the two, getting back to work.

————————

By the time dinner was ready, she finished throwing away all of the old food and picking up the laundry strewn across the living room. The house was far from clean, but it certainly looked better.

“This is delicious!” Shalnark explained, wolfing down the stew (Name) prepared. She blushed, waving her hand dismissively.

“It’s just a simple stew, nothing special.”

“Still, it’s quite tasty.” Phinks said, taking another bite.

Feitan ate silently, but he too was enjoying his meal. It reminded him of the days he spent living with (Name), and his heart fluttered when he remembered that those days would be able to continue, considering she lived with them now.

“Tomorrow I’m going grocery shopping again. It was hard to carry it all back alone so could one of you come with me?”

Although Feitan wanted to volunteer, his hands were tied. Phinks raised his hand. “I’ll go. I’m not busy tomorrow.”

With that, the group finished dinner and went their separate ways for bed.

(Name) entered what would be her room for the first time, sighing softly. The room was plain, with a queen size bed, ratty gray comforter, and a desk next to it. She huffed when she plopped down onto the bed.

“It’ll keep me warm tonight at least, but I’ll have to add a comforter to the list for tomorrow.”

A knock at the door made her jump. “Come in?”

Feitan opened the door, peeking in. “(Name).”

The dark haired man approached her, sitting on the bed. “Doing alright?”

(Name) sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I guess. It’s all a lot to handle. The last week has been exhausting.”

Feitan nodded slowly, his finger rubbing circles into the back of her hand. “Understandable. Lost home.”

She turned to him suddenly, smiling. “I’m just glad I have you, Fei. Without you, I would have…”

She stopped, her eyes half lidded as she looked at him. They were so close, noses nearly touching. Feitan swallowed, feeling his heart begin to race.

“Feitan?”

He took a moment to answer, his eyes on her lips. “Yes?”

She leaned forward, inching ever closer. “Would it… would it be okay if I kissed you right now?”

She didn’t receive an audible answer, instead, Feitan’s hand shot out and pulled her in by the front of her shirt, crashing his lips into hers.

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her as close as possible as he kissed her. She relaxed into the kiss, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair, mewling into his mouth when his tongue began to dance with hers.

He pulled away, panting as he stared at her. “Wanted… wanted to do that for long time.”

Her face was hot, the girl nodding slowly. “Me too…”

Although Feitan wanted to pin her down and take her now, he knew she was exhausted. So the man stood, planting a kiss on the top of her head. “Goodnight (Name).”

She pulled him down for another kiss, causing the dark haired man to melt. When she pulled away, he was staring at her with the softest eyes she’d ever seen him make. “Goodnight, Fei.”

Feitan sunk onto his bed, stroking his cock to the feeling of her lips on his that still lingered. He wanted nothing more than to have her pussy sinking onto his cock, to hear her little moans and whimpers, but…

He came, staring up at the ceiling.

Feitan wouldn’t be able to wait for her much longer.

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bee-s-honey · 3 years

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🌱𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬🌻

Prompts! With a nature theme and emoji setup! I'll write a drabble or oneshot based on your choices <3

Will be open fully until July 20. Afterwards I might choose to work out something where it's only open on occasion, or I'll keep it open all the time. We'll see.

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬/𝐇𝐨𝐰 t𝐨 𝐝𝐨:

This is only set up for hxh

This is for 'x reader' and ships. Read how to navigate requesting

The Setting/Topic prompts represent where the story will take place or the main event happening, sometimes it's just a word you can choose to be loose scene inspiration. The Relationship Theme prompts represent any theme to the relationship/interaction in the story

Prompts can be requested multiple times as long as their switched up a bit. If someone already sent in an emoji that you want to do, that's ok. As long as the ask isn't the exact same it's perfectly fine. Masterlist is at the bottom.

This was my idea. You can repost this actual post and write for it but don't remake it the exact same way or something

For x reader requests:

Characters: Chrollo, Kurapika, Hisoka, Leorio, Illumi, Killua (no nsfw), Gon (no nsfw), Machi, Shizuku, Shalnark, Feitan, Pakunoda

You can request up to 2 emojis from each prompt list, so 4 emojis is the largest amount total. You have to request at least 1 thing from each of the two lists though. And you can choose one character.

A full request Example:

Can I have [Kurapika] + [] [] and [] []

Or it could look like:

I want [Machi] with [] and []

Could you write [Gon] and [] [] + []

I want to request [Killua] with [] and [] []

Just make sure you have at least one choice from both prompts, but you could go up to two on each.

You do need send in what gender reader is! If you don't I will automatically be going gn! Or fem!

For Shipping Requests:

Ships (if one isn't mentioned and you think I may have just missed it instead of intentionally not putting it in, ask, but for the most part I did put in a good list of allowed ships: Killugon (no nsfw), Leopika, Hisollu, Kurokura, Hisokura, Machi×Shizu, PakuMachi,

You can request up to 2 emojis from each prompt list, so 4 emojis is the largest amount total. You have to request at least 1 from each of the two lists though. And only one ship per request. I explained it a little better above so skim over that if you're confused for what a request needs.

══∴,*⋅✲═〖✰〗═✲⋅*,∴════∴,*⋅✲═〖✰〗═✲⋅*,∴══

𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐓𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭s:

🌱Gardening

🌾 Picnic

🍄Foraging/gathering: berries and natural foods, herbs, flowers, mushrooms, crystals, bones, other materials

🦋Catching bugs: butterflies, caterpillars, silk worms, lady bugs, snails

🌲General- hanging around in forest and enjoying time, exploring/sight seeing forest, going to pretty spot, Walking around

🏞️Exploring large canyon/caves/interesting place

🌄Motorcycle/four wheeler trail riding

🌅Swimming

⛰️Rock climbing

☘️Lost

🌙Nighttime

🌧️Raining

🌌 Campfire

⛺Camping tent

🐿️ Wildlife

🌵Injury

🌿Group tour/partner tour/touring

🍂Related to being a hunter/hunting for something (hxh hunting not..normal type- you get it)

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬:

🌼Yandere

🌺Reuniting/Together after a long time

🌷Pregnant\with kid (specify which)

🌻First date/puppy love/beginning relationship

🌸Just meeting/first introduction

🌹Simply deeply in love/no specific relationship prompt

💮NSFW\spice (specify which one)

🥀Pure Angst\Hurt-Comfort (specify which)

🏵️Fantasy inspired: Fairies, Wearwolf, Some forest spirit, Water creature (specify which)

✯Masterlist

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bwabys-scenarios · 8 months

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Reunited

Illumi x Fem!Reader x Feitan(+Kurapika)

warnings: nsfw content in some chapters. chapters have individual warnings

summary: Illumi and (Name) were childhood friends separated by fate. When they meet again, (Name) doesn’t recognize him, and Illumi is trying to forget her. Will the two reunite and fall in love, or will she be stolen away by one of her two new friends?

status: DISCONTINUED

word count: 160k

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

part 7

part 8

part 9

part 10

part 11

part 12

part 13

part 14

part 15

part 16

part 17

part 18

part 19

part 20

part 21

part 22

part 23

part 24

part 25

part 26

part 27

part 28

part 29

part 30

part 31

part 32

part 33

part 34

part 35

Feitan’s Route

part 1

Illumi’s Route

part 1

Kurapika’s Route

pt 1

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bwabys-scenarios · 10 months

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Reunited

Part 25

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

part 24

part 26

taglist: @tsukilover11 @mercyboluthecrazychicken @sxyriii @shidoni-san @living4tomrua @lemonslut @honeylunalove @sugarrushdaydream @canthebest1

warnings: feitan calls reader fat, reader gets insecure about it… he’s mean but he does feel bad about it eventually!!!

It had nearly been a week since (Name) had saved the strange man, and she still hadn’t been able to learn his name.

He was still rude and violent if pushed, but he had chilled out considerably. Feitan allowed her to feed him and took his medication when asked, if begrudgingly so.

It was a sunny afternoon, the smell of her lemon tree calling to her. It had been a while since (Name) had made lemonade, because it was a lot of work for just one person.

But now she had a guest, and decided that it would be worth it now.

Feitan sat on the couch, watching some random program on the tv absentmindedly. He glanced at the girl pulling a pair of socks on near the front door.

“… what you doing?”

(Name) looked up after tying her shoe. “I’m gonna pick some lemons! Do you like lemonade?”

He never answered her immediately, so (Name) continued getting ready until he replied.

“Sometimes.”

She hummed. “Is there a reason you only like it sometimes?”

“Too sour.”

(Name) patted herself on her shoulder for being able to hold a conversation with him for longer than five seconds. “Okie dokie! I’ll make sure it’s nice and sweet then.”

Feitan didn’t respond, only watching her leave with a raised eyebrow.

(Name) returned 30 minutes later carrying a basket full of lemons. Her forehead was covered in sweat as she dropped the basket off on her table.

Feitan turned to watch her, a habit he had picked up within the past two days. Whenever Feitan didn’t understand something, he’d observe it until he did.

(Name) wasn’t very easy to understand, however.

The girl at down and began to juice the lemons, humming to a song that Feitan didn’t know. The citrusy smell of lemons filled the air as she toss the remains of the lemons into a plastic box.

Feitan turned his attention back to the TV. He didn’t find her that interesting, but he caught himself stealing glances at her as she worked.

“Hmm, this should be enough…”

He heard her chair squeak as she stood, carrying the lemon juice to a pitcher, where she added sugar and water.

“It’s ready, I’ll bring you a cup!”

She sat a cup of lemonade in front of him, making sure the straw she provided was reachable. He waited for her to walk back to grab her own cup before taking a sip.

(Name) had made it sweet enough to satisfy the man’s needs, Feitan downing the drink in seconds. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was.

——————

“Hey, no offense, but you’re gonna need to bathe. You’re starting to smell.”

Feitan looked up at the woman hovering over him with a towel and a change of clothes in hand. He scowled at her, a growl in his voice.

“How I bathe if can’t move arms? Stupid.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “I’ll help you, of c-“

“No.”

(Name) groaned. “Ugh, I thought we were over this by now. Why won’t you just let me help you?”

He gave her a warning look, causing the girl to cross her arms in defiance.

Feitan narrowed his eyes at her, making sure her eyes were on his hands as he sharpened his nails into points. “Warning you. Don’t touch.”

She sighed and stepped back. “At least let me give you a sponge bath or something. Wouldn’t it feel nice to be clean?”

He hesitantly looked between her and the mirror facing the wall.

His hair was greasy, and he doubted he smelled good. Feitan didn’t know why this made him feel slightly insecure, but he reluctantly nodded his head.

“Okay, but stop if I say. Or hurt you.”

Feitan followed her into the barroom, sitting on the edge of the tub as she warmed up the water.

“I’m gonna remove your bandages, alright?”

He nodded and watched as her fingers delicately unwrapped his bandages, being careful not to brush against his wounds. He found it amusing how she jerked back when he made even the slightest of movements, looking up to make sure she hadn’t hurt him.

Once finished, she stood up and grabbed a rag, wetting it with soap and water before gently brushing it over his back.

He tensed at contact, shooting her a glance as she gently rubbed at his sensitive skin. Next, she moved to wash his chest, looking away bashfully.

This didn’t go unnoticed by the man. Did she find him attractive, or was she embarrassed to be bathing a man, one she didn’t really know at that? Either way he found it quite funny how she shrunk under his intense gaze, looking everywhere but his face as she washed him.

She applied some cleanser to his face, holding back a giggle at his grumpy expression. He looked kind of cute when he wasn’t biting at her fingers!

She rinsed his face, careful not to get any soap in his eyes. Feitan usually just washed with water and whatever soap he could get his hands on, so this facial cleanser was a new experience for him, one he didn’t entirely hate.

“Okay, I’m gonna wash your hair now. I’m gonna need to get in the tub to do this.”

She rolled up her pants legs, the man watching her as she did. (Name) stepped into the tub, turning on the removable shower head and wetting his hair.

Feitan had to admit, having someone play with his hair felt good in more ways than one. Her fingers combed through his locs with care, asking him several times if it was okay.

“… it’s okay. Keep going.”

She didn’t judge him for his dirty hair, only diligently cleaning it. (Name) didn’t once make him feel uncomfortable or hurt him, something that made him relax under her touch.

He stiffened when she added the conditioner, not used to the texture of it. “This helps keep your hair soft so it doesn’t tangle. Wanna see the bottle?”

He looked over the bottle with a curious eye. It was a woman’s conditioner, strawberry scented. Although his pride didn’t want him smelling like a girl, he couldn’t help but find comfort in the soft scent.

She finished washing his hair by rinsing, grabbing a towel to dry it off. “Okay, almost done. I’ll dry your hair and then you can change into some fresh clothes.”

Something about her talking through every step felt reassuring to the man. She treated him so gently, like he was glass that would break with too much pressure. The woman didn’t know how wrong she was to think that. It was her that could easily be crushed under his foot like a bug.

So why did even the thought of harming her make him uneasy?

“There! Do you feel any better?”

Feitan looked himself over in the mirror. He still had dark circles under his eyes and a frown on his lips, but his hair was neatly(or well as neatly as possible) brushed and his face clean of any dirt or blood.

He looked nice, handsome even.

‘Wonder if she thinks I’m handsome…’

Wait, where did that come from?

The man stood up and left without another word, kicking the door to his bedroom shut behind him.

———————

His stares only intensified the following days, but now he was beginning to follow her around the house. (Name) would be cooking dinner, look over her shoulder, and he’d be there, just observing her.

He didn’t seem to understand that what he was doing would be seen as creepy to some people. In his mind he was trying to figure her out and what she wanted from him, and why she acted the way she did.

(Name) would attempt to place a hand on his shoulder or brush his hair out of his face, just for him to run away and stare at her from a distance. He was kind of like a skittish cat.

She didn’t understand his strange behavior. What did he want from her?

“Are you gonna tell me your name yet?”

The two were sat down at the dining table, Feitan sipping on a milk shake she’d prepared for him. He stopped sipping to look at her suspiciously.

“Why you need to know?”

“It would be a lot easier to talk to you if I knew your name.”

He frowned. “Don’t need to talk to me.”

This went on for a few more days, the man’s eyes following her wherever she went. It was almost like he enjoyed sneaking up behind her, causing her to jump in fright when she turned around. Feitan didn’t have a lot of control over his current situation, so this was his way of taking control.

At the two week mark, Feitan was able to walk for a few minutes before needing to rest. His weakened body frustrated him to no end.

“Do you have any family that you can contact?”

Feitan looked up from his lap to see (Name) standing in front of him. She was carrying a basket on her hip, the sound of clinking jars telling him she’d filled it with the jam and jelly she’d been making.

“No family, but some… acquaintances.”

She nodded and opened up her notes app. “Can you tell me their numbers? We don’t have signal out here, but I should be able to call them when I get to town.”

He eyed her for a moment, searching for any malicious intent behind her e/c eyes, but there was none. Feitan sighed and started listing out numbers, barking out insults when she needed him to repeat it.

“I give you my boss’s number. Don’t waste his time, tell him Feitan asked you to call. Say I got hurt, but alive.”

(Name) paused, glancing up at him as she typed the number into her phone.

“So… your name is Feitan?”

He scowled. “If you know boss’s number, my name doesn’t matter.”

She looked back to her phone before responding.

“It’s a nice name.”

——————

Feitan watched her leave, smirking when she tripped on some gravel. Over the past two weeks he’d come to know her as a bit of a klutz, constantly tripping over her own two feet.

For a moment he wondered how easy it would be to kill her. She was weak, even in his current state he could end her life easily. It would be tough to eat by himself and keep his wounds clean, but feitan had been through worse.

Just the thought of her blood on his hands made him pause. An uncomfortable feeling settled into his chest. It felt wrong to think about killing her, as if it were taboo. He shook his head.

‘Just a random woman, no reason to not kill her. Already knows your name, she is a liability.’

He nodded to himself, glancing at the mirror across from him. He watched as his face twisted into an uncomfortable grimace as he imagined taking her life.

The man hadn’t even bothered to remember her name, so why did he care if he killed her or not? It confused and annoyed him.

‘Whatever, think about that later.’

Feitan used her absence as an opportunity to do some light exercise.

(Name) didn’t prevent him from doing what he wanted, but she would hover over him if she thought he was overexerting himself, which he found endlessly annoying.

He started with some sit ups. They were easy to do without the use of his arms, and would help build up his core strength.

——————

(Name) sat behind her booth at the farmers market, typing the phone number and pressing call.

It rang for a few seconds before being picked up, the sound of a man’s voice on the other end.

“Hello?”

(Name) blinked. ‘Wow, that’s the voice of a handsome man…’

“Um, hi! I’m calling on behalf of Feitan!”

The line was quiet for a moment before he answered. The man seemed amused, a laugh echoing into the receiver.

“Oh, really? Why’s that?”

“Oops, sorry just one second!”

(Name) handed a woman a jar of canned peaches, thanking her for her patronage. Once finished she quickly replied.

“Sorry, I’m working right now but he asked me to call you because he was hurt during… a mission? I think that’s what he said. Both of his arms are paralyzed and he’s just now able to walk easily again.”

The man hummed. “I see. Who are you to Feitan?”

(Name) laughed. “By the way he looks at me you’d think I’m his worst enemy, but I guess I’m just the person that found him. Oh, do you need my address? Sorry, I know how suspicious this all must sound. I’d put him on the phone but we don’t have any signal at my house, I had to go to town to call you.”

“You’re fine, miss. I can tell by your voice you’re not lying. Send me your address and I’ll send one of my comrades to check the situation out when they’re available.”

“Of course!”

The two chatted for a bit longer. He was much more talkative than Feitan, introducing himself as Chrollo. The man seemed interested in her, asking random questions that sometimes teetered on too personal. She didn’t seem to care about that too much, answering to her best ability.

“Hmm, that’s interesting. You’ll have to send me some of that jam.”

“Definitely. Are you a fan of jam and syrup, Mr. Chrollo?”

“Chrollo is fine, and yes. Especially when they are home made. There’s something endearing about the domesticity of it.”

(Name) didn’t really understand what he was talking about, but hummed in agreement none the less.

“Well, I must be going (Name). I had a nice time talking with you. If you can’t reach me through calling, text me. I am usually busy with work, but I’ll respond eventually.”

(Name) nodded, but quickly realized he couldn’t see her. “Yes, I understand. Thank you for speaking with me!”

“Oh, and one last thing before you leave.”

(Name) paused, saying silent and waiting for him to continue.

“Tell Feitan I said to be… careful with you. Excuse his behavior please, he is not used to women. Especially when they dote on him, I imagine it must be hard for him to handle.”

“Oh, I see. I’ll make sure to tell him. Goodbye Chrollo, be safe.”

The man paused at this, if only for a second. “You as well, (Name). Goodbye.”

—————

Chrollo clicked the button to end the call. He stared at his phone for a moment, a soft look in his eyes.

Throughout their conversation, he had been carefully asking questions that would help him delve into her psyche. She passed his tests with flying colors, not giving him a single red flag to grab on to.

She obviously wasn’t bothered by Feitan and his behavior in the slightest, even having an endearing tone when speaking about him. Although she had only known the short man for 2 weeks, it was clear the girl cared for his well being.

“He’s in good hands. Though, it might be best for you to pay them a visit to see the extent of his injuries, and the steps we should take next.”

A hulking figure of a man stepped into the light, crushing a now empty can of soda in his fist. “Little Fei is getting special treatment from a dame? Never would have thought he’d allow that.”

The man let out a barking laugh, slapping a hand over his knee. Chrollo smiled softly, crossing his legs. “Try not to damage any of the woman’s belongings. She’s caring for a fellow spider, Feitan at that, so her works cut out for her.”

Uvogin’s laughing died down, the man serious. “Do you think she may be the one?”

Chrollo hummed, looking off in thought. “Maybe. Depends on how Feitan’s feelings develop. With the fact she’s still alive, I think there’s hope.”

Chrollo had a soft spot for his short friend. Feitan may seem cruel and unapproachable, but behind the layers of coldness and anger was the need to be loved. Although he was better at hiding it from most people, Chrollo, Uvogin, and Phinks knew better than anyone that Feitan needed the soft touch of a woman in his life.

It may be strange for a thief to care that much about their friends love life, but the Phantom Troupe weren’t exactly the most normal of people.

“I know you’re a great judge of character, Uvo. If she seems off, don’t hesitate.”

Uvogin grinned, his teeth bared. “Trust me, I won’t.”

——————

Feitan sat up when he heard the sound of the doorknob jiggling. He could sense (Name) behind the front door, unlocking it.

“Feitan, I’m home!”

He stiffened at the sound of his name before he remembered giving it to her just hours before. The man stood and walked into the living room, watching her open empty jars and set them in the sink to wash later.

“Talk to boss?”

She nodded, brushing the dust off her hands. “Yes! He said he’s sending someone to check on you.”

Feitan nodded. He’d expected that. Chrollo was a great leader, and any great leader would make sure the people working for him were safe and in good health. He was kind like that, having saved Feitan more than once from fates worse than death.

“Anything else?”

“Oh. He said to… be careful with me.”

She seemed to have not wanted to say that, busying herself with unloading the jars. He raised an eyebrow, approaching her.

“Already am careful. If I wasn’t, you’d be dead.”

He wasn’t lying, he’d certainly held back even when lashing out against her. It would be a hassle to clean up a dead body when he couldn’t move his arms, at least that’s the excuse he gave himself for not ripping out her throat with his teeth when she touched him.

“Oh. Well thanks for not killing me.”

That’s a response he hadn’t been expecting. No, she shouldn’t give him a sweet smile and thank him for sparing her life, that’s not what she was supposed to do. She was supposed to be scared, flinch from his touch and avoid him, leaving him to his own devices so he could ignore her presence.

She had a habit of making things much harder on him.

“… don’t thank me, idiot.”

Despite his petty insults, she continued smiling as she scrubbed the jars clean.

—————

“Feitan!”

The man looked up to see (Name) running towards him from outside, kicking off her dirty shoes before walking in.

“… what?”

She smiled down at him. “You should come outside with me today!”

“… why?”

(Name) giggled, walking around and grabbing various items. A towel, an umbrella, and a foldable chair we’re among some of the items being snatched up.

“It’s nice out so I’m gonna swim! The water might feel nice on your body.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, glancing between the girl and her ever growing hoard of items she planned on bringing with her.

“I don’t swim.”

She tilted her head. “You can’t swim?”

“No, just don’t enjoy it.”

She bummed. “Well, if you don’t like swimming you can just dip your feet in the water and relax under the sun. I’ll bring an umbrella if you get too hot!”

She beamed at him, her eyes shining. He tried to think of an excuse to not go, but each one was quickly shot down in his mind.

If he said he wasn’t feeling well, she’d stay and dote on him, if he said he was tired she’d tuck him into bed and stay by his side to make sure he wasn’t getting worse again.

Feitan couldn’t think of anything, so he nodded.

“Alright… just for a little while.”

——————

Feitan regretted his choice almost immediately.

The girl was quick to run off, stating she needed to change. He didn’t understand why that was necessary, she should have been able to swim in what she’d already been wearing. Then he remembered.

When most people swam, they wore bathing suits.

(Name) walked out of the bathroom wearing a simple pink one piece, pulling up a pair of white swim shorts over her hips as she walked out. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, his gaze lingering on her chest and ass.

She wasn’t what he thought his type was. He’d never been interested in women, but from what he’d seen men usually liked thin women with small waists and large breasts.

She certainly had large breasts, but she was not thin. It was obvious when he woke up with her pants hanging on his waist that she wasn’t a small girl.

But he couldn’t help but find his eyes glued to her figure. She was attractive, and he hated her for it.

“Feitan, are you ready? I’ve got some shorts and a tshirt for you to change into if you’d like.”

He didn’t really see a point in arguing, so he allowed her to help him into the shirt.

—————

Feitan had to admit, it was nice out.

The sun shone in the sky, but it’s rays were gentle. The countryside (Name) lived in was usually sweltering hot, even Feitan breaking out in a sweat, and he’d been raised in a desert. But right now, it was a comfortable amount of heat, just enough for Feitan to be able to nap.

The girl set up a spot for Feitan to sit before lathering his exposed parts in sunscreen. He didn’t complain, mostly because he knew how his fair skin would fare if she didn’t.

“Okay, now my turn!”

She slipped her shorts off right in front of him and set them by his feet. He watched as she lathered herself in sunscreen, humming as she did.

There was something strangely fascinating about her unaware nature. Did she notice him staring at her with his intense gaze, eyes darting from her ass, to her thighs, to her face, and back to her ass?

He felt a little bit embarrassed, not because he felt shame for viewing her in such a way, but because he should have more control over himself.

In his 25 years of life he’d never felt the need to look at a woman the way he was now. What was she doing to him? She was pretty, something that Feitan was still processing.

“I’m gonna go swim now, just call for me if you want to go inside!”

She was quick to run, tripping over the river rocks before getting up and running again. He snickered to himself, watching as she jumped into the water.

(Name) surfaced and let out a squeal, complaining that it was cold.

“If cold, get out.”

She pouted at this and stuck her tongue out at him before diving back into the depths.

——————

“Feitan! Feitannn look!”

The man opened his eyes to see (Name) waving to him from the water. He raised an eyebrow.

“What?” he asked, annoyance clear in his tone.

“Watch!!”

She dipped under the water, only for both of her legs to stick up out of the river, wiggling them around. (Name) surfaced, taking in a breath before smiling at him.

“Did you see? I did a handstand?”

‘What is she, a kid?’

He scoffed and leaned back against his chair. “You can’t do one on land? Dumb.”

She didn’t reply, so he opened an eye to see her expression had soured. “Hmph.”

The girl dipped back into the water, swimming a bit further down the river until she was out of sight.

‘What’s up with her?’ He thought, watching her until he couldn’t anymore. ‘Whatever.’

The man dozed off, letting sleep take him.

When he woke up, about an hour had passed. He opened his eyes and peered around.

He didn’t immediately spot (Name) but when he did he bursted into laughter.

“What are you laughing at?”

The girl sat on the riverside, her cheek red with an imprint the shape of a fishtail. She held a bucket, the sound of something thrashing inside it clueing Feitan in to what might be in there.

“You- you got slapped by fish!” He couldn’t help but double over in laughter, his amusement only increasing when she huffed.

“I MAY have gotten smacked by a fish, but at least I still caught it! It took a while because it kept slipping out of my hands-“

He stopped laughing for a moment to stare at her with a dumbfounded face. “… you catch his hands? Do you not have net?”

She didn’t reply, but he could see her working out the answer on her face, her pout slowly turning into an embarrassed expression.

“Well. It’s caught.”

If she was anything, (Name) was certainly entertaining.

Feitan stood and walked over, peering into the bucket.

He was surprised to see the fish took up most of the space in the large bucket, bearing its strangely sharp teeth. He glanced back up at the girl, raising an eyebrow.

Was she some kind of mountain girl? How did she catch this beast of a fish with only a slap of its tail to show for it?

———————

“Did you enjoy your nap?”

Feitan glanced at the girl who was toweling off next to him, tearing his gaze away when she caught him staring. “It was okay.”

She bummed in response, dropping the towel and bending over to pick up her shorts. The woman pulled them up over her thighs, jumping around to get them over her ass.

“Ugh it sucks putting on clothes when you’re all wet.” She complained, unaware of the man’s eyes on her form.

“Should have dried off more.”

She nodded with a sigh. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I’m not very patient, though.”

She sat down at the edge of his chair, her thigh brushing his. Feitan pulled away, shooting her a glare. He still didn’t like any unnecessary physical contact, using his knee to prod at her side. “Move.”

She glanced back at him. “I just need to put my shoes on, it’ll only take a second.”

Feitan would regret the next words out of his mouth for a long time, physically cringing at himself far into the future.

The man shoved his knee into her back. “Gonna break the chair, fatty. Get up.”

For the first time since he’d come to be under her care, (Name) listened immediately.

She was strangely quiet, her usually constantly moving body completely still, rigid even.

“… sorry. You’re right.”

Feitan watched as she picked up her towel and wrapped it around her shoulders. “… I’m going inside to make dinner.”

With that she left without another word, her steps careful and quiet.

Feitan didn’t think anything of this reaction at first, just scoffing before lying back down to nap again.

——————

He first noticed her strange behavior when he walked inside to see her wearing a thin long sleeve shirt and pajama pants. She usually wore a pair of shorts and tank tops around the house. He didn’t blame her, it was hot, even during a day as nice as that one.

He watched her stiffen when he walked in, pulling at the fabric around her stomach nervously. “Welcome back. Dinner is almost ready.”

Feitan walked past her to the bathroom, grunting in response.

The next thing he noticed was she didn’t make herself a plate during dinner.

She would usually eat as she fed him, stealing bites of her food as he chewed his. Tonight, she just fed him quietly.

After he was finished, (Name) would peek at him from the kitchen, quickly turning away when they’d make eye contact. This was weird behavior, even for her.

“What you want?” he asked, peering at her from the corner of his eye. She stiffened at his question, playing with the hem of her shirt.

“N-nothing. It’s just late, so I assumed you’d be sleeping soon.”

He hummed. Wanting to test something out, he faked a yawn. “Yeah.”

Feitan walked to his room, peeking through the crack in the door.

(Name) leaned against the counter to see that he had left before sighing, pulling her long sleeve shirt off to reveal a tank top underneath. She fanned herself as she made her plate of food, sitting down at the dinner table and eating alone.

Feitan may sense, but the man was perceptive. Why was she acting like this?

He had only two people he could think about asking, but quickly shook the thought from his head. Why did he care if she was acting strange? As long as she performed her duties, it didn’t matter.

But still seeing her shrink under his gaze uncomfortably made him… nervous. He didn’t like it.

He climbed into bed, looking up at his ceiling. A frown pulled at his lips, the man falling into an uneasy sleep.

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Reunited

Part 35

Illumi x Reader x Feitan(+Kurapika)

part 34

Routes to take

warning: SMUT, FINALLY!! pussy eating, talks of breeding, bj, creampie, Kurapika is sweet and takes care of you!! Also yes she’ll be fucking Fei AND illumi in the future so no complaining!!!

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(Name) walked up the stairs to Kurapika’s room, Leorio staring at her wide eyed when she walked through the door.

“Oh wow. You look, um…”

“You look stunning…”

Kurapika was sitting up in bed, a tray containing the soup (Name) had made on his lap.

The girl blushed, placing her purse on the table before pulling off the long white gloves a feitan had given her. “Oh, um, thank you. Sorry I was gone for so long.”

Kurapika shook his head, his eyes moving from her chest to her exposed thigh. “Don’t apologize, I heard you’ve been by my side day and night since you were told about my condition.”

(Name) took over feeding Kurapika, blowing on each spoonful before offering it to him.

“You’re an amazing cook, I’m already feeling much better.”

He did look a little better, able to sit up by himself without falling over, but (Name) still pouted.

“You’re not thinking of getting up anytime soon, are you?”

Kurapika chuckled. “Well, I was planning on leaving tomorrow with my boss, but…”

He placed a hand on her cheek. “I promised I would take you on a date, right?”

She nodded, leaning into his touch, kissing his palm.

“Ew, get a room you two!” Leorio yelled, making gagging sounds.

“Don’t worry, I plan to.”

Both Leorio and (Name)’s jaws dropped at that statement.

A few hours passed, Kurapika eventually able to walk upstairs to talk with Gon about his nen training. As he did, she got a phone call from Feitan.

“(Name), got you something. Heard about Greed Island?”

She tilted her head, leaning against the outside wall of the motel. “Yeah, I have.”

“Got you copy. Leaving it in your apartment along with console. Phinks wrote a note explaining how to find us once you’re in game.”

(Name) pouted. “So you’re going into the game?”

“Yes. For own reasons. Hope… hope I’ll see you there.”

She was quiet for a moment. “I might be a few days late, but I’ll come. I heard it’s dangerous though.”

“Don’t worry, we protect you. Always.”

She felt her heart skip a beat, clutching the fabric of her shirt. “Alright… I’m in. I have to go now, please be safe Fei. I love you.”

Feitan gripped his phone tighter, glancing at Phinks before responding.

“… see you then.”

(Name) giggled to herself when he hung up. ‘God he’s so cute. Maybe I’ll be nice and kiss him when I see him again.’

——————

(Name) watched over Kurapika’s recovery another day before she sat down next to him with an offer.

“Would… would you like to come stay at my condo? It’ll be a lot more comfortable there.”

His eyes widened and his cheeks turned pink. She was offering for him to stay with her.

Alone.

“Oh… that does sound nice. You sure it won’t be a bother?”

(Name) shook her head quickly. “Not at all!”

She left to call a taxi for the two, waving as she walked down the stairs. He couldn’t help but sigh, brushing back his hair and smiling.

Leorio plopped down onto the couch in front of Kurapika. “Wow, she’s inviting you over to her place, huh? You know what that means.”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “What are you implying, Leorio?”

He snickered. “You might just get lucky. I’ve seen the way you two have been looking at each other. I’m surprised you haven’t pounced on her yet.”

Kurapika huffed. “I would never ‘pounce’ on her. I love (Name), if she never wanted to have… make…”

He blushed trying to get the words out. “If she never wanted to go any further than kissing that would be fine with me. It’s not about… that.”

Leorio waved his hand dismissively, giving the poor flustered blonde a break. “Yeah, yeah. I’m just saying she’s been giving you some pretty strong signals. Try and… be gentle with her alright?”

Kurapika groaned. “Please shut up.”

(Name) arrived back a moment later, smiling at Kurapika and Leorio. “They’ll be here in 15 minutes.”

While they waited, Kurapika packed his meager belongings, butterflies in his stomach. He was excited to spend more time with (Name). Even being near her was enough to make him blush, the thought of potentially sleeping in the same bed with her, even without sex, made his head spin.

“Kurapika, he’s here!”

He ran down the stairs and climbed into the cab, sliding in next to (Name). Kurapika was still tired, but he had nearly recovered. Another day and he’d be good as new.

“When we get to my condo, I’ll start on some dinner. There’s a TV and some books you can read if you get bored!”

He leaned his head against her shoulder, glad he was tired so she wouldn’t question. Not like she would anyways, but Kurapika didn’t know that.

“I don’t think I could ever be bored when you’re around.”

(Name) giggled at this, the sound making Kurapika smile. He’d forgotten how much he loved to hear her laugh.

They arrived at (Name)’s condo, the girl carrying Kurapika’s bag for him. When he attempted to protest, she stuck her tongue out at him.

“Noope, you’re not feeling well! I’ll be taking care of you, Mister!”

He couldn’t argue with her, especially when she was being this cute. “Alright, but when I’m better I get to carry you around as much as I want.”

“Deal.”

She set him up on the couch, unpacking his bag and throwing the machine washable clothes he had into the wash. Kurapika relaxed on the couch with a cup of tea, watching some random cartoon movie she put on.

“I hope you don’t mind baked chicken for dinner.”

He smiled and sipped his tea. “That sounds lovely, angel.”

She still wasn’t used to that nickname, her legs rubbing together slightly. He didn’t miss this small motion, his eyes lingering on her bare thighs before he looked away.

‘Can’t get too excited. Not until I’m sure she wants me.’

———————

After dinner Kurapika took a shower. She left a freshly washed pair of his pajamas on the bathroom counter for him along with a fluffy towel.

He walked out of the shower with his hair still wet. Kurapika shyly sat down on the floor in front of her.

“Oh, do you want me to dry it again?”

He nodded. “Yes, I’ve wanted that since you did it last.”

She began drying it. “Really? I don’t mind doing it at all, you know. Honestly, I enjoy spending time with you.”

He was glad she couldn’t see just how red his cheeks had gotten when she said that. “I hope… we can spend a lot of time together.”

He relaxed under her gentle touch, leaning back against her knees. (Name) giggled and kissed the top of his head, causing him to look up in surprise, and her to place a kiss on his lips.

Kurapika’s eyes widened a bit before he sighed into the kiss, reaching his hand up to caress her cheek. When he pulled away his eyes were half lidded, staring up at her.

“You’re so affectionate lately. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it, but…”

He crossed his legs. “It makes me want more.”

She looked away from him and tried not to blush, but he could tell she was flustered. “Oh…”

She continued to dry his hair, humming the Kurtan lullaby he taught her months ago. It felt nice to receive all of her attention for once, with no one else to get in the way.

“It’s dry, now. I’ll get changed, you can get into bed.”

Kurapika blinked. “Into bed? Is this not your room?”

(Name) smiled at him, standing up and walking over to the bathroom. “Yes, it is. Would you rather sleep on the couch?”

He shook his head, plopping himself down onto her bed. “… much more comfortable here.”

She snickered and closed the bathroom door behind her.

Kurapika waited on the bed, glancing from the bathroom door, to his lap, to the bathroom door again until it opened.

She walked out in a short nightgown, rubbing at her eyes sleepily. “So, we going on that date tomorrow?”

When he looked closer he noticed just HOW short that nightgown was when she turned around to close the door behind her. It barely covered her entire ass, revealing the smallest hint of her panties at the hem of her dress.

Kurapika decided to look away before the urge to pull her dress up and panties down overwhelmed him.

She climbed into bed, seemingly unaware of her affect on him. (Name) pulled the cover up to her chin and looked at him, giggling.

“Earth to Kurapika. Are we going on that date tomorrow?”

He blinked, shaking his head to clear away his dirty thoughts.

“Oh, um… yes. You said you’d like to go to a cat cafe, yes? Melody said there’s a popular one near here. We can walk over for lunch.”

“Sounds like a plan!”

(Name) snuggled closer to him, the man’s breath hitching in his throat when she wrapped her arms around him. “Oh, don’t be shy. You can touch me if you’d like.”

Kurapika’s brain short circuited. His hands moved to hover around her hips for a moment before finally finding their place around her waist.

“You’re always so warm…” he said softly. Kurapika couldn’t help but nuzzle his face against her neck, causing the girl to gasp.

“Careful, I’m… a little sensitive there.”

He stopped for a moment, glancing at her from the corner of his eye before nipping at her neck gently.

“Eep!”

He felt her grip on him tighten, now feeling her leg wrap around his waist to pull him closer. Kurapika blinked. She was staring at him with wide, surprised eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-“

She gave him a kiss to silence him. “Shh, it’s alright. You just surprised me is all.”

(Name) kissed across his jaw and to his neck. He was beginning to breathe heavy with all of this affection. Kurapika gasped when her tongue lapped at his skin, immediately moving his hands to grab her ass.

“Woah!”

(Name) giggled against his skin, causing him to whimper. Every little touch was sending him over the edge, the hardness between his legs making it obvious how much he wanted her.

He’d been having absolutely filthy thoughts about this woman for months, and now she was in bed next to him, kissing HIM!

Before she could even think, Kurapika hand was slipping from her waist to her panties, his fingers rubbing at her slit through the thin material.

(Name) hadn’t been expecting this, the woman letting out a yelp. “K-Kurapika!”

He could feel her grow wet through her panties. “Yes, angel?”

He applied more pressure, causing her to bury her face in his chest.

‘Cute…’

Soon enough he wasn’t satisfied with just rubbing her through her panties. Kurapika repositioned them so she was on her back and he was lying with his head between her legs.

(Name) blinked before she realized what had happened. Even in his weakened state, he’d flipped her over and gotten between her legs faster than she could think.

“I want you.”

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, staring up at her for approval. Kurapika waited patiently, knowing how scary it must be to have a man between her legs, possibly for the first time.

(Name) sighed softly. “Go ahead…”

She seemed a little hesitant, but there was excitement and lust lacing her voice. He pulled them down quickly, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight of her bare pussy.

(Name) immediately shut her legs out of instinct, gasping at the cold air fanning over her.

Kurapika seemed transfixed by her, his hands prying her thighs apart easily. She whimpered, a bit embarrassed for him to be looking at such an intimate area with those hungry eyes.

“God, you’re beautiful… better than I could have ever imagined.”

He propped himself up between her legs, getting comfortable. He planned on staying there a while, after all. “May I… have a taste?”

(Name) covered her face, unable to look him in the eye, but gave a nod of approval.

Kurapika would have liked for her to watch him enjoy his meal, but knew how flustered she must be. ‘It’s adorable, really.’

He kissed her thigh, nipping at her skin. “My angel. I’ve wanted this for so long, you know. It’s been hard to resist, ever since we first kissed.”

He kissed his way down until his lips met her inner thigh. “I’m going to start now, okay?”

“Okay…”

He lapped at her folds, causing her to grip the sheets. Kurapika couldn’t help but chuckle against her. “Are you sensitive here?”

He gently pulled her hips closer to his head, finally diving in. She gasped out, trying to steady herself by holding onto the bedsheets.

He seemed to notice het struggling, and pulled her hand towards his hair. “Hold on, angel.”

His tongue prodded at her clit, causing her to pull his hair and moan. He could feel her thighs squeeze him gently, almost cumming in his pants. Kurapika had imagined this exact scenario so many times, and now he was loving it.

Kurapika held onto her thighs as he gently sucked on her clit, his fingers making their way to her core. He slipped one of his fingers in, causing her to buck her hips into his face.

“Hnnn!”

He looked up to her, raising an eyebrow. “You’ll need to stay still, angel. It’ll be hard for me to make you feel good if you’re moving too much.”

“B-but it feels so good…”

The whine in her voice made his cock twitch. Kurapika took a deep breath before pulling her hips back into place and keeping a good grip on them to keep her from moving.

“I know, I know. Just be good for me, okay?”

She nodded, looking down at him with tears in her eyes.

“Okay…”

With that, he went back to eating her out, adding another finger. When she moved her hips to buck again, he kept her in place with his strong grip.

‘Hmm, she’s really tight. I’ll need to stretch her out on my fingers…’

“Ahh, t-too much!”

Kurapika gasped when she pulled at his hair more intensely, beginning to lose herself in pleasure.

“Getting close, huh?”

He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, humming against her clit.

“‘P-pika…”

His eyes widened slightly. Was that some sort of nickname, or was she so close to her orgasm she was having trouble speaking? Either way, he liked it.

“Yes?”

She panted slightly, peeking down at him. “I’m… I’m…”

He paused his motions, smiling. “You’re what?”

She gasped, wiggling her hips. “D-don’t stop! Gonna cum!”

His breath hitched, the blonde immediately continued to finger her, faster this time.

He only slowed down when he felt her walls tighten around his fingers. She gasped and whines as she came, bucking her hips into his face.

This time he let her ride out her orgasm, continuing his assault on her clit until she finally calmed down.

As he heard her sigh, he began climbing on top of her, positioning his hips in between her legs. He wiped her juices from his chin, licking his fingers.

“I didn’t think anything than could taste sweeter than your lips…”

He kissed her cheek, his hands reaching down to his pants.

Before he began to unbutton his pants to chase his own high, he glanced down at her.

She was looking up at him with eyes she was barely able to keep open. He remembered how sleepy she had been even before they’d gotten into bed, knowing she’d had been staying up late to watch over him the past few days.

“Mmm, Kurapika? You gonna…” she yawned, rubbing her eyes. “You gonna continue?”

He pushed back his hair and gave her a smile. He positioned the two so they were laying on their sides, pulling her into his chest.

“Kurapika? Do you want me to…”

She trailed her hand down his chest, stopping right above the waistband to his pants. He grabbed her hand and dragged it back up to his lips, kissing each of her fingertips.

“No, it’s alright. You’re tired. We have to wake up early, remember?”

She pouted at him, nuzzling into his chest. “But… you made me feel so good, it’s not fair…”

He chuckled. “Making you feel good makes me happier than you’d think. That’s enough for me.”

Kurapika hissed when she pulled him closer with her leg. “Okay… goodnight…”

She was pressing up against him, falling asleep soon after. Kurapika sighed, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips before pulling away a bit to deal with the ache between his legs.

He ended up cumming all over her bare pussy, feeling a bit embarrassed about it. ‘Oh well, I’m sure she won’t mind.’

Kurapika felt weirdly uneasy over the fact his cum was on her, not IN her. He collected some of his cum on his finger, glancing up at her sleeping face before slipping it into her cunt.

‘There, that’s better.’

———————

“Kurapikaaa, wake up!”

The blondes eyes opened slowly, drinking in the sight before him.

(Name) was sitting on the bed next to him, wearing only a towel around herself. She must of just taken a shower.

“You can go ahead and take one. I was going to ask if you wanted to take a shower with me, but you wouldn’t wake up.”

She giggled when he turned red. “Shower with you? Damn it…”

He seemed disappointed he hadn’t woken up, a pout forming on his face.

“How about to make up for it, I give you a little peek?”

She toyed with her towel, giving him a teasing smile. He turned away quickly, waving his hand.

“Let’s… let’s wait until after the cafe. If I see you now, I won’t be able to control myself…”

It was her turn to be flustered now, the girl giggling. “Really? I didn’t know I had that much of an effect on you…”

She hid her face in her hands before leaving to get dressed in the bathroom.

‘She’s too cute. I need to claim her, before someone else does…’

He waited for her to get dressed, picking out his outfit for the day. When she walked out, he sighed dreamily.

“How’s this? It’s a little cold today.”

She was wearing a pair of jeans with a (fav color) cardigan and scarf. He reached out and fixed her scarf, smiling. “You’re adorable. The prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

She stared up at him with her jaw dropped, before running away. “You’re going to over heat me, I can only blush so much!”

He chuckled. “Sorry, angel. It’s hard to not compliment you when you’re finally here with me. I want to really… soak in our time together.”

Kurapika closed the bathroom door behind him and took a quick shower. (Name) dried his hair for him again, the man humming the lullaby along with her this time. He hadn’t felt this loved, this content in years. He hoped that if this was a dream, he’d never wake up.

They walked hand in hand down the street, occasionally stopping so (Name) could take a picture of them. His heart almost stopped when she made one of them her home-screen picture.

“Oh, there it is! They sell boba too!”

They entered the cafe, (Name) nearly jumping out of her boots in excitement. He couldn’t help but laugh at how happy she was. “I have cats, ya know? And I miss them so much. I can’t wait to hold one!”

Kurapika kissed the top of her head, the girl calming down enough to look up at him. “It’s our turn, angel.”

She followed him in, gasping. There were cats everywhere, in little cat trees, running across the floor, sitting on tables. (Name) pointed, starting to tear up. “Kurapika please help me pick which one to pet first, or I’ll get too overwhelmed.”

He crouched down and picked up a small orange kitten, holding it out to her. “How about this one?”

The kitten mewled in his arms, trying to escape. She picked it up and scratched under its chin, instantly calming it.

‘They say animals are drawn to pure individuals.’

He watched as various cats began to walk up to her, sniffing her legs before clinging up into her lap. She had to sit down so they could all be held by her.

“You sure are popular!”

He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of (Name), the girl nearly completely covered in cats.

“This is the happiest day of my life.”

Kurapika smiled as she kissed the top of each cats head, cooing gently to the small creatures. “Kurapika this is the best date I’ve ever been on.”

“Angel, we’ve only been here for 10 minutes.” he said with a laugh.

“I know, my point still stands.”

The cats didn’t seem to pay much attention to Kurapika, following (Name) around as she played with and fed them treats. He swore his camera role might fill up entirely just with pictures of her.

Kurapika couldn’t help it though, especially when she looked so cute.

“Times up! Thank you for coming!”

The owner of the cafe walked into the room, giving them an apologetic smile. Kurapika had to help the owner pull the cats off of (Name) while she attempted to leave.

“Bye kitties, I’ll miss you!”

She pouted a bit as Kurapika led her away, a boba he ordered for her in his other hand. “We can come back later, if you want.”

She shook her head. “No, it’s fine. Why don’t you pick what we should do next?”

He blinked, sipping from her boba. “Hmm… honestly, I would prefer to just cuddle with you at home. Maybe grab some takeout?”

She nodded slowly, clinging to his arm. “You sure?”

He stopped and cupped her cheek, the girl flinching slightly from the coldness of his palm. “Of course. You being in my arms is all I want right now.”

“Kurapika… you’re just the sweetest.”

She kissed his palm, before holding it tightly. “If your hands were cold, you could have told me.”

She continued following behind him, now holding onto his hand tightly.

He couldn’t describe how he felt in that moment, happy would be an understatement. She made him feel whole, like he’d finally found the missing piece to the puzzle of his life.

And he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

———————

They grabbed some lunch before arriving home. She pulled off her pants and ran to her room to slip into a pair of shorts to be more comfortable.

He blinked and stared the entire time, surprised she was this at ease around him to get half naked. ‘I know I saw her… exposed lower half last night, but seeing her in her underwear…”

He stared down at the tent rising in his pants. He quickly jumped on the couch and pulled a blanket over his form.

“Okay, I’m ready!”

(Name) turned on a random movie before climbing onto the couch and sitting next to him. She rested her hand against his thigh, smiling to herself when he tensed under her touch.

“Pikaa~”

He jumped a bit at the way she’d said his name. “… yes?”

She ran a finger up and down his thigh, giving him a pretty smile. “Can I… touch you?”

His entire face turned beet red, his eyes going wide. “T-touch me? Where?”

Kurapika could already tell what her answer would be by the way she glanced down to the tent forming in his pants. “Weren’t we supposed to be cuddling?”

She tilted her head. “Well if you just want to cuddle that’s-“

“No, no. I… I would like if you…”

He stuttered, obviously flustered. He’d never been touched by another person, and he’d been wanting her for months now.

“Hmm…”

She toyed with his tabard, looking up at him with those pretty (e/c) eyes. “Wanna go to the bedroom?”

He nodded a bit too earnestly, causing her to giggle. “Come, follow me.”

She led him by the hand to the bedroom, closing the door behind them. She sat him on the end after pulling his tabard off, leaving him only in his white underclothes.

She sat down on the floor in front of him, leaning her chin against his knee. “Could you take off your shirt for me, Pika?”

His heart began to thump against his chest painfully as he pulled his shirt off, exposing his pale chest. She tutted softly when she spotted new scars littering his skin. “You should really be more careful, you’re gonna end up really hurt…”

She scooted until she was between his legs and kissed a scar on his tummy. He whimpered, feeling her breasts rest against the bulge in his pants.

“You’re really cute, you know?”

He could only blush, his breath hitching in his throat when her palm rested on his bulge. She rubbed gently, looking up at him. “Want me to take your pants off?”

“P-please…”

She giggled and pulled the waistband of his pants down, blinking as his cock sprang forward and nearly smacked her in the face.

“Oh, wow…”

Kurapika couldn’t look, covering his eyes. He was super embarrassed to expose how much he wanted her.

“Kurapika, your cock is so pretty!”

He gasped at her foul language. “(Name)! That’s… that’s so dirty.”

“Really?”

She blew on his head, causing his cock to twitch. “H-hey!”

He opened his eyes to see her hand reaching out to touch him. He watched as her fingers wrapped along his length, the man neatly cumming instantly from her touch alone.

“H-hnnn… (Name)…”

She began stroking slowly, seemingly mesmerized by the way it twitched in her hand. “You know, I’ve never done anything like this before, so I’m sorry if I’m not that good. I’ll try to make you feel good though, okay?”

He panted softly, staring down at her with lust filled eyes. The way she looked at his cock with those big curious eyes both turned him on, and amused him.

“W-well I’m glad I could be the first one you… touch like this.”

(Name) leaned forward a bit, glancing up at him. “Oh, are you not a virgin too?”

His face turned even more red, if that was possible. “M-me? No, I am.”

She rubbed her legs together a bit, biting her lip. “Could have fooled me. You made me cum hard yesterday, better than I can do for myself.”

This filled him with a certain sense of pride, his cock twitching in her hand again. She took this as a chance to stick her tongue out and lick the tip lightly.

“(N-Name)!!!”

He gasped out, precum leaking from his tip. She giggled. ‘He really is a cutie.’

“Yes, Pika?”

He covered his mouth, his eyes burning a pretty shade of red. “P-please… do that again.”

She smiled. “Of course, sweetheart.”

He sighed dreamily when she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. She looked absolutely adorable as she bobbed her head slowly, pushing some of her hair out of her face.

Even doing something so lewd, she was still gentle and occasionally rubbed his thigh soothingly, glancing up to make sure he was enjoying himself.

After a bit she pulled back, letting his cock fall from her lips with a soft ‘pop!’. She smiled up at him, continuing to stroke him softly.

(Name) planted a sweet kiss on the tip, causing him to reach out and push her head back a little.

“No more, don’t wanna finish yet…”

She blinked and tilted her head. “Hmm? Do you wanna…”

He nodded, gesturing for her to stand up. She did, Kurapika holding onto her hips and pulling her in for a heated kiss.

He pulled away and stared at her with those scarlet eyes, a string saliva connecting they tongues.

“My perfect angel. I’m going to take your virginity today, okay?”

This made her face heat up. “… okay.”

Kurapika pulled her shirt over her head, pausing for a moment when he noticed she hadn’t worn a bra.

He hadn’t seen her breasts yet, and they certainly were an… eyeful…

“Mmm…”

He groped her chest, his hand squishing and squeezing them, a bit too rough. “H-hey, be gentle!”

She grabbed his hands and pouted at him. He looked up apologetically. “Sorry, I just got a little excited.”

He relaxed his grip, letting his thumbs run over her nipples gently. She sighed contentedly. “That’s better…”

His hands left her breasts, moving to her shorts to pull them down, exposing a pair of white panties with little scarlet hearts covering them. “Did you wear these for me?”

“Maybe!”

He pulled them down as well, looking her up and down. Now completely exposed, she felt the need to cover herself, but he grabbed her arms before she could.

“You’re beautiful, (Name). Don’t hide away from me.”

His fingers traced the stretch marks on her hips, before pulling her onto the bed with him.

She squeaked as he pinned her down, his face hovering over hers.

“Pika… you’ll be gentle right?”

She rubbed her legs together, glancing up at him with anxious eyes. (Name) was scared, yet aroused.

“Angel…”

He caressed her cheek, planting kisses all over her face. “Of course. If at any time you want me to stop, I will.”

He positioned himself between her hips, lining up with her cunt.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded slowly, pulling him closer so he’d kiss her as he slid in.

He pushed gently against her cunt, cooing in her ear when she whined in pain. “Shh, I know. We’re almost there, okay?”

He peppered kisses down her neck, his breath hitching as he pushed in further.

God, he wanted to thrust into her more than anything, pound into her until she was a mess, but he kept calm.

“Pika, it hurts…”

She whimpered, a few tears pooling in her eyes. He kissed them away, before finally bottoming out.

She immediately wrapped her legs around his hips, desperate for his comfort. He held onto her, rubbing soothing circles into her thighs.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m right here…”

It took a few minutes for her to get adjusted to his size. He was about six inches, but girthy, and the stretch was a bit painful.

“P-pika?”

He swallowed, staring down at where they were connected. She could feel his cock twitch inside her. “Yes?”

“… you can… you can move now.”

He glanced back up to see her biting her lip, her hips moving ever so slightly against him.

He didn’t need her to say it twice. He slowly pulled his hips back, hissing at the feeling of her walls gripping him so tightly.

“Hnnn, angel…”

He pushed back in, (Name) bouncing slightly from the force. “Eep!”

He moved in and out at a slow, steady pace. This was a new experience for him too, the man panting from the effort of holding himself back.

He moved faster, holding onto her hips as he thrusted in and out, leaning down to lock his lips with hers.

“So so tight, angel. Wanna be inside you for forever…”

Her sweet, well spoken Kurapika was coming undone, moving to her neck to nip and bite, the girl squeaking out. “P-Pika!”

She mewled when his fingers moved to rub at her clit. “G-gonna… gonna cum, Pika…”

He continued his work on her neck, his possessive side taking over. “Mine, all mine. Gonna make you all mine okay?”

She wasn’t able to argue when he was beginning to pound into her, rubbing at her clit. “It’s okay angel, you can cum…”

He could feel her walls flutter around him when she came, her arms shooting out to pull him closer. “Kurapika!”

He barely kept himself from cumming, his tongue pushing itself into her mouth to silence her whines and whimpers.

“Mmph…”

(Name) gasped when she felt Kurapika push her legs up to her chest and continue to pound into her through her orgasm. ‘Need to… need to get her… get her pregnant…’

He had done a bit of research before on what positions would be best for getting a woman pregnant, and this position was called the mating press. It should work, right?

“Pika, ah!”

The way he was looking down at her as he sank into her cunt could make her blush all on its own. Those pretty scarlet eyes on her face, his mouth open in a pant.

“Shh shh, it’s okay. Just…”

His movements became harsher, more rough as he let loose a little. It was easier to move now that she came around him, providing natural lubricant.

But he paused when he heard (Name) whine, this time with tears in her eyes.

“G-gentle, please… you promised…”

He paused for a moment, before nodding. “Sorry, angel. You’re right, I’ll go slower, okay?”

She nodded, a cute pout on her lips. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to them before continuing.

He could tell, even when he held back that he would still be leaving bruises on her soft skin. It was to be expected, Kurapika was incredibly strong, and even at his calmest he still sometimes crushed objects in his hands by accident.

“Being so patient with me, angel. I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

He bottomed out inside her, before pulling out completely and slamming back in.

“Hnnn…”

She was being fucked stupid, seeings stars. The Kurtan could only coo into her ear.

“My good girl, taking me so well…”

He kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes as he pounded her pussy. Although Kurapika knew he could go on for hours and wanted to fill her up with several loads of cum, he knew she wouldn’t be able to take that her first time.

He could feel himself getting close, that familiar coil in his stomach tightening. “Gonna cum inside, okay? That alright, angel?”

“P-please fill me up, Pika…”

This ignited something inside of him, his movements becoming animalistic as he nails dug into her thighs. He couldn’t hear her anymore, chasing his own high as he came.

“F-fuck, angel! Hahh…”

He rode out his orgasm, moving down to capture her lips in another heated and sloppy kiss.

She whined into the kiss, the feeling of his hot cum filling her up making her hold onto him tighter.

He continued to thrust in and out of her a little longer, looking down at her pretty eyes as he came down from his high.

He stayed inside her, smiling giddily. “That was amazing…”

She could only nod, her fingers still running through his hair. He kept her plugged up with his cock for a little longer, not wanting anything to leak out.

“Pika?”

He smiled, the nickname making him feel soft and warm. “Yes?”

She pouted up at him. “What are you gonna do if I get pregnant?”

His breath hitched, (Name) gasping when his cock twitched inside her. “I would… I would take care of you, of course. We would get married and I’d buy you a house, along with anything you’d ever want.”

She nodded slowly. “Okay… but I want one more thing.”

“Anything.”

She ran her fingers through his hair, kissing his cheeks. “If you get me pregnant, I want you to give up on getting revenge. You can still look for your clan’s eyes, but… but no more putting yourself into danger like you did the past few days.”

He thought for a moment before nodding slowly. “Okay, if that’s what it takes, then I agree. I would not want to leave you and my child alone.”

She sighed in relief. “Okay… now that’s settled…”

She pointed to where their hips met. “Pull out, I wanna cuddle.”

———————

The two fell asleep soon after, entangled in each others arms. If they hadn’t both been so tired, Kurapika would have doted on her like a princess. He would have liked to have propped her hips up on a pillow to ensure none of his cum leaked out, but that would have been too obvious.

When they woke up the next morning, (Name) could only groan.

“Sorry, angel.”

He felt pretty bad for leaving her so sore and bruised, kissing the hickies and bites he’d left all over her neck.

Kurapika had automatically began tending to her wounds, cleaning the scratches he’d left on her hips when his nails had dipped into her skin.

He was a little glad that she struggled to walk, though, because that meant he got to pick her up and carry her around.

“I’ll start a bath for you, alright? It’ll help relax your sore muscles.”

He really was sweet, caring for her so tenderly. (Name) waited, naked on the edge of the bed for him. He walked back in, carrying her to the bathroom and setting her in the bath.

“I’d climb in with you, but it’s too small.”

She giggled at his pouty face, kissing his cheeks. “When I can stand, we can take a shower together. Would that make you feel any better?”

“… a little.”

When he said he’d make it up to her for being a bit too rough, he hadn’t been lying. The rest of the day, Kurapika carried her around, giving her all the kisses and cuddles she wanted.

He only left to grab takeout and some of her favorite ice cream. It was only fair, and Kurapika loved doting on her.

“Pretty…” he muttered into her hair as they cuddled on the couch. She smelled nice, his scent mixing with hers. Having her in his arms made everything seem okay.

That was until he got a phone call.

“Sorry, I gotta take this, angel.”

He walked out of the condo, (Name) waiting patiently for him to return.

When he did, he seemed a bit irritated, plopping back onto the couch with a sigh.

“Something wrong, Pika?”

“Well…”

He pulled her into his lap, kissing her shoulder. “My boss wants me back on duty within the next few days. I’ll be leaving the day after tomorrow.”

He felt her disappointment, squeezing her lightly. “I know, I wanted to stay longer too.”

He kissed the hickies and bite marks he left on her neck and shoulders, sighing. “But… duty calls. I should be finished with this job in a few months or so. Then..”

He caressed her cheek. “I’d like to see you again.”

(Name) pouted. “A few months? That’s foreverrrr!”

He chuckled. “Are you going to miss me that much, (Name)?”

“Of course.”

He was surprised at how quickly she answered, her eyebrows furrowed. It was obvious how seriously she took his feelings for her, and he appreciated her for that.

“I’ll miss you too. So much…”

He rested his head against her chest. “Have you thought over everything? Would you… like to be mine?”

She kissed the top of his head. “I need more time, Pika. It’s a big commitment.”

He nodded slowly, holding onto her so tight she was gently smacking his arm for him to loosen his grip. “Sorry, you’re just so soft, I love squeezing you.”

(Name) snickered, pinching his cheek. “Uh huh. You just wanted to put your face in my boobs, didn’t you?”

“Guilty.”

They laughed.

—————————

(Name) waved as Kurapika boarded his flight, blowing him kisses. He chuckled and caught them, pressing them to his lips.

“Be careful, Pika! Remember, I could be pregnant!”

Leorio sighed next to her. “Maybe that’s not something you should yell out in a crowded airport.”

She laughed. “Oh, oops.”

He rolled his eyes and walked her back to their cab, snickering to himself. “So are you two together now? He uh… he could of gotten you pregnant apparently?”

She sighed. “Not together, I still have some things to think over. And… I kind of have a few other guys in my life.”

“Wow, aren’t you popular.”

Leorio could understand why, not only was she gorgeous, but he’d never met someone more kind.

“Are you going back to med school?”

He nodded. “Yeah. What are your plans?”

“Well, I have a few more days at my condo, then…”

She looked out the window, smiling.

“I’ll be going to greed island.”

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Reunited

Part 31

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

part 30

part 32

warnings: suggestive, a little angsty, readers history before she was adopted is mentioned(nothing is stated explicitly)

Feitan was beginning to regret his life choices.

(Name) sat in his lap, her butt pressed against his crotch. It was all he could do to not pop a boner right then and there.

It didn’t help when the road started to get bumpy.

“F-Fei, I’m slipping.”

She pushed herself back into his lap, struggling to stay still. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Stop moving.”

His words came out in a hiss, his face pressed against her back.

“I’m trying!”

Nobunaga watched the two in mild amusement. “Having trouble over there, Fei?”

The man let go of her waist with one hand and flipped him off.

“Yeesh. Might wanna keep a hand on your girl, she’s slipping again.”

Feitan quickly wrapped his arms back around her as she began to slip again. “Shit, stay still.”

“Your coat is slippery…”

She pouted behind her ski mask, rubbing the back of Feitan’s hand with her thumb.

“They noticed it.”

The string Machi was holding went slack.

“That was faster than expected.” Feitan replied, muffed against (Name)’s back.

“Don’t worry, we’ve almost got them!” Shalnark said, glancing at the concerned (Name) through the rear view mirror.

“Whatever… why are we all stuffed in this tiny car?” Nobunaga asked.

“No right to complain. It’s just a little longer.”

(Name) huffed. “I didn’t ask to sit in your lap, you know.”

“Did ask to come.”

She couldn’t really argue with that, so she did the only thing she could for retribution.

(Name) wiggled around and complained, Feitan hissing and squeezing her hips so tight she could feel the bruises setting in. Feitan pulled her in closer to whisper into her ear.

“Stop playing, not ready for the consequences of your actions.”

At first she didn’t understand, until she felt something hard pressing right into her ass.

(Name)’s face heated up, instantly staying as still as possible.

“Good girl.”

If (Name) had a tail, it would be wagging right now. He seemed to notice the shift in her body temperature, a wicked grin on his face.

“Such a good girl for me, huh? Stay nice and still and maybe you get reward later.”

Her jaw dropped, his previous iron grip becoming gentler as he rubbed circles into her soft thighs.

(Name) was about to protest when something landed on the hood of their car, the girl not able to process anything because it happened so quickly.

The next thing she remembered was being held in Feitan’s arms, now outside of the car.

“Nobunaga had an unlucky position…”

He placed her on her feet, his hands lingering on her lower back.

(Name) buffered, struggling to take everything in.

The car had been wrapped in cloth, shrunken down, and Nobunaga had been trapped inside.

A man stood in front of them, with short brown hair and owlish eyes.

“His friends have arrived to help.” Feitan said, pushing (Name) behind him. She held onto the back of his coat, observing the figures appearing from the darkness.

“Yes…” Machi replied.

“There are quite a few of them!”

(Name) glanced at Shalnark, who winked in return.

“Who are these guys? Are they really the Phantom Troupe members?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

“But they look so weak.”

(Name) wasn’t paying attention, having avoided hearing the groups name. She was staring at her feet, trying to calm down her blush.

‘What does he mean by a reward?’

“This is strange. The chain user grabbed Uvo, before escaping by car.”

(Name) was pulled back into the conversation when Feitan spoke.

“Does that mean the chain user isn’t a shadow beast?”

Feitan sighed. “Well, we’ll know once we ask them…”

“Should we keep them all alive?”

“No, we require only Owl.”

“Then I’ll handle that.”

The shadow beasts sneered down at the group. “Those damned kids are talking smack. Let’s show them how scary the Shadow Beasts can be.”

Shalnark smiled. “Did you hear that?”

“Shalnark, you stay there and watch over (Name). I’ll take three, Shizuku can have the other two.” Feitan pushed the girl towards Shalnark, who caught her with ease.

The blonde giggled, finally able to hold her with permission.

“Let’s close those pretty eyes, alright? Feitan’s made sure we know you don’t like seeing people being killed.”

He pulled her face into his chest as the fighting began.

—————

The fight was over quickly, Shalnark releasing her. “Try not to look around, their bodies are on the ground.”

He pulled the ski mask from her face. All of their opponents were gone or captured, so there was no use in her hiding her identity anymore.

She shivered. “Yeah…”

Once he let go of her, Shalnark walked over to Machi, who held the captured Nobunaga after restraining Owl.

“Okay, let’s free Nobunaga before we start torturing this guy.”

(Name) blinked. ‘Torture? Yeesh.’

“Hold on. We’re taking Owl in the car with us, right? There’s no room, so let’s leave Nobunaga as he is.”

“Screw that! Let me out!”

“I don’t wanna be cramped either.”

Shalnark turned to Owl. “Hey, can you release the car alone?”

“Th-that��s impossible.”

“Too bad. So much for that.” Machi said with a sigh.

(Name) tilted her head. “He could just shrink one of us down and then we can ride in the bag. It should probably be me, since I’m not a big fighter.”

“That’s too dangerous it-“

Feitan stopped himself mid sentence. If she were shrunk down into a little bag, could he possibly peek in and see her all cute and tiny?

“Fei, please tell me you aren’t considering it.” Machi said with a groan. “(Name), we aren’t completely sure how his nen works, so that wouldn’t be safe.”

The group had Owl unshrink the car. Nobunaga jumped out of the door.

“You bastards, making a fool out of me!”

Feitan had her behind him again. “Troupe members aren’t supposed to snap at one another.”

“Shut up!”

He sighed and pulled (Name) with him towards the car. “Anyway, this ability could come in handy for our job.”

“Shut your mouth! I’m cutting this guy to shreds!”

Feitan turned. “No. He’s going to tell us where the treasure is…”

“Feitan’s going to use his skill at-“

(Name) was shoved into the car, then pulled into Feitan’s lap as he closed the door.

“Fei, are you going to torture that guy?”

He didn’t answer, focusing on positioning her hips to where they rested on his lap comfortably.

“You know what, I don’t want to know.”

“You really don’t.”

The ride back to the hideout was quiet, only the occasional squeak leaving (Name)’s lips when she felt Feitan’s grip tighten against her as the ride got bumpier.

——————

(Name) was taken to Chrollo upon arrival, Feitan leaving with Owl.

“So, how did it go?”

She shrugged. “Okay, I guess. No one was injured so I didn’t get to show off my skills, and Feitan wouldn’t let me fight.”

Chrollo hummed, gesturing for her to sit beside him.

“Were you… disturbed by the actions taken by the Troupe?”

She frowned, sitting. “I can’t say I was, but Feitan prevented me from seeing anything gruesome.”

“I see. You’re aware that people were killed tonight, correct?”

“… yes. I am.”

The room was silent for a moment. “What do you think of it all?”

(Name) leaned against his shoulder, the girl being watched by every member in the room.

“I think… I miss Feitan already.”

Shalnark blinked from his corner of the room. ‘Feitan was right, she is a strange girl.’

“If you want my real thoughts… as someone who grew up in Meteor City, death is unavoidable. I can’t say I’m completely numb to it, but… I know those people killed tonight weren’t innocent. They worked for the Mafia, so it’s hard for me to feel sorry for people that hurt others.”

Chrollo smiled down at her. “Really? So if people have done something morally wrong in your mind, that means their life isn’t as important as others?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not like that. It’s just, I don’t feel as sorry for them. If you live a life of murder and hate, you can’t be upset when it catches up to you one day. It’s not my job to judge them, their own actions will put them in the grave.”

“You’re a strange girl.”

“So I’ve been told.”

The information that (Name) was from Meteor City slowly sunk in, Shalnark gasping.

“You’re from Meteor City too!?”

(Name) tilted her head. “… yeah? Are you?”

“Almost everyone here is.” Franklin answered.

“Even Fei?”

“Yes, we were friends during childhood.” Chrollo answered.

(Name) looked around the room, her jaw dropped. “Then he knew Sarasa too?”

Again, silence took over the group, Pakunoda stepping forward. “Boss, she was a friend of Sarasa?”

He nodded, patting (Name) on the head. “Yes, it seems Sarasa cared for her before…”

His eyes lit up. “Pakunoda, come here. (Name) actually has some information that may be useful in keeping Meteor City safe.”

(Name) tilted her head. “Hmm? How can I help?”

Chrollo sighed. “She can see your memories. It may be only the ones you can physically remember. You know how you said you didn’t want to talk about what happened?”

She nodded slowly, her heart suddenly starting to race. “… yes?”

“What if I said she could see them without you having to speak of what happened? It would stay between you and Pakunoda until you leave.”

She was silent for a moment. “… I don’t want to burden her with that.”

Chrollo’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘Was what happened that bad?’

Pakunoda stood in front of her. “It won’t be a burden. Helping keep Meteor City safe will be worth it.”

She sighed, her hands shaky. “Alright. How does this work?”

“I’ll ask you a question, and when I touch you, I will be able to see into your memory. The question will cause your memory to surface.”

(Name) swallowed hard, her foot tapping against the floor anxiously. “I… I don’t want to remember. It hurts.”

Chrollo placed a firm hand on her thigh. “It will only be for a moment. What you’re doing could save countless lives. No one will have to go through what you did ever again.”

She let out a breathy sigh and nodded, biting her lip.

“Alright. I’m ready.”

Pakunoda stepped forward. “What should I ask her?”

“Ask her what happened before she was found by her parents.”

Pakunoda nodded, placing her hand on (Name)’s shoulder.

“What happened before your parents found you, (Name)?”

The entire building was silent for a moment, everyone on the edges of their seats as Pakunoda read her memory.

She pulled back suddenly, a hand clasping over her mouth.

“(Name), oh my…”

The girl looked down, tears starting to fall from her (e/c) eyes as her body shook. She couldn’t even speak, curling in on herself as her breathing became uneven.

Surprising everyone, Pakunoda stepped forward and brought the girl into a hug, a tear of her own falling from her eye. “I… thank you. You were brave to let me see that.”

A few members of the troupe stepped forward, Shalnark, Machi, and Nobunaga among them.

“What happened? Why is she crying?”

Pakunoda shook her head, her lips pressed together into a thin line. “Talk about it later. Not in front of her.”

The girl cried into Pakunodas chest, gripping the back of her shirt. Chrollo watched with an ever growing anger.

‘It has to be bad for Paku to react like this. What did they do to her? What are they doing to possible other victims?’

“Someone go fetch Feitan and tell him he needs to take her home.”

Machi nodded and left the room.

Feitan came sprinting in, his eyes landing on (Name) and Pakunoda.

“What did you do to her!?”

He raced forward and wrenched (Name) away, pulling her head into his chest as she sobbed.

“Feitan.”

The short man gritted his teeth, but stayed still none the less.

“Pakunoda simply followed my orders. She peeked into (Name)’s memories. It was… painful for (Name). For that, I apologize.”

(Name) trembled in his arm, gripping onto him so tight he wondered if his coat would rip.

“Pakunoda.”

The woman looked down to see Feitan staring up at her, his expression unreadable.

“What did you see?”

“I can’t tell you while she’s in the room.”

Feitan motioned for Shalnark to come forward and handed her to him.

“Take her to the car. Be there in 10 minutes.”

The blonde nodded, scooping the girl into his arms and walking out. He didn’t think he’d ever seen someone so distraught, even the people Feitan tortured.

He felt his own heart break for her.

“You’ll want to sit down for this, Feitan.”

By the feeling of Feitan’s aura becoming murderous, it was clear that what Pakunoda told him had been bad. Very bad.

“She…”

He gritted his teeth as the wall he’d been holding onto crumbled under his grip.

“She went through all of that. How… how can she be so…”

Chrollo stared down at the floor, his expression dark.

“Feitan, calm yourself. The filth that did that to her will be found.”

He gave the man a dark smile. “And we will make sure they experience her pain tenfold.”

Feitan didn’t respond. His eyes were wide with rage, the ground beneath him trembling.

“I know you’re angry, but try to calm down. She needs you right now.”

Feitan took in a shaky breath, pushing back his hair.

“She’s a kind girl. She didn’t want me to see it, because of its… intense nature.”

Pakunoda sat down, her head in her hands. “But she did it for the greater good. I don’t know if I’ve ever met a kinder soul.”

Feitan felt hot, angry tears fall down his cheeks. “Too kind. Too selfless.”

He left the room, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the building as he made his way to (Name).

“Did you see Sarasa?”

Pakunoda looked up when Chrollo asked, her pained expression softening slightly.

“Yes… we have to protect that girl. Sarasa… Sarasa loved her. A lot.”

Chrollo leaned back against the wall, a tired sigh leaving his lips. “So she was telling the truth.”

He stared up at the ceiling.

‘Sarasa, forgive me. We will make sure she’s safe, alright? For you, and for Feitan.’

“Alright, let’s discuss our plans for tonight.”

———————

“Feitan! (Name)’s in the passenger seat. Are you going to drive her home?”

He nodded, unable to speak. Shalnark glanced at (Name) frowning.

“She threw up earlier. I assume it’s from the stress of reliving those memories.”

The blonde winced at the expression on Feitan’s face. He had never seen him so angry.

“Boss needs you inside.”

That’s all Feitan said before sliding into the driver’s seat and driving away.

“(Name).”

She didn’t respond, curled into a ball.

“The people that did that to you? We take care of them.”

The girl peeked at him through her hands, her eyes puffy and red.

“Promise?”

He moved his hand to grab her thigh and give it a comforting squeeze. Her voice was hoarse from vomiting and sobbing.

“Promise.”

She relaxed slightly, reaching out to hold his hand. “… thank you.”

He sighed, keeping his eyes on the road.

“No problem.”

He drove as far as he could, stopping about half a mile outside of the city. From there, he carried her in his arms.

She’d fallen asleep in the car, so he was able to carry her with ease.

‘(Name)… I wish I could have been there. Those bastards…’

His grip tightened on her slightly, causing the girl to whine in her sleep. He quickly relaxed, rubbing soothing circles into her back.

‘Can’t get angry now. Have to get her home.’

Feitan sighed as he weaved through people. The crowds were a pain, but just one look at his darkened expression was enough to keep people from bumping into him.

When he reached her condo, he took her keys from her purse and unlocked it.

Feitan kicked the door closed behind him and headed straight for the bedroom.

After laying her down, he walked to the kitchen and poured her a glass of water. She would probably wake up thirsty.

Feitan placed the cup on her nightstand and attempted to leave, only for her to grab his sleeve.

“Don’t…”

She’d woken up, and the tears had returned. He hated seeing her cry, his chest hurting.

“Want me to stay?”

She nodded, pulling at his sleeve with a whine. “Please.”

He gave her a nod and she let go, the man pulling off his coat and folding it. Feitan set it on her nightstand before climbing into bed with her.

“Thirsty?”

“No…”

She laid her head against his chest, not caring he was shirtless. All (Name) wanted was to feel safe, and Feitan was one of the only people that she trusted enough to hold her.

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. (Name) noticed his touch was much more gentle than usual.

“Sleep. Won’t leave.”

She sniffled against his chest, but nodded in agreement.

It didn’t take her long to pass out. The day had been long and exhausting. Both physically and emotionally.

——————

(Name) woke up to an empty bed, terror running through her.

“Feitan? Are you here?”

She stood up quickly, running through her bedroom door to see if he was in the main part of the condo.

He wasn’t.

Her blood ran cold. He wasn’t there, and she was alone. All alone.

Just like back then.

(Name) sank to the floor, her eyes filling with tears. ‘He promised… he said he wouldn’t leave…’

As she began to sob again, her front door opened.

“(Name)?”

She looked up, her lip quivering.

“Feitan?”

He dropped the bags he’d been carrying and scooped her up into his arms, sitting on the floor with her.

“You left… you left me all alone…”

She cried against his shoulder, hiccuping.

“Sorry. I… I went to grab food. Can’t cook.”

Even though he knew he wasn’t gone for long, Feitan still felt guilty for leaving. It was clear she hadn’t gotten over last night, and was still in a sensitive state.

Being gentle and caring wasn’t in his nature. He was cold and cruel, like a good interrogator should be.

But she wasn’t one of his victims, she was (Name). The woman he loved.

His hands, usually meant for killing or harming, cupped her cheeks gently. His calloused thumbs wiped away her tears, his eyes softening. “Shh. It’s okay, come sit at table and eat.”

He helped her stand and walked her over to the table. She whimpered and sniffled the entire time, pawing at him when he attempted to sit her down.

“Stay near me. Please.”

Feitan sighed, pulling his chair as close to her as possible and setting her takeout in front of her.

It was warm Belgium waffles, covered in syrup and fruit.

“I have to get up to get drinks. Promise I’ll be back.”

She pouted, but gave a nod and began to eat her food. He couldn’t help but find her adorable even now.

Feitan set a glass of juice down on the table, sipping on his own cup of coffee.

“Aren’t you going to eat, Fei?”

The man shrugged. “Not hungry. Will just eat something from the fridge.”

She nodded and continued munching, her tears drying up as she enjoyed her food. It was good, she wondered where he’d got it from.

After she finished, she had Feitan follow her. “I’m sorry… I just feel better when you’re near me.”

He didn’t reply, sitting on her bed as she picked out her outfit for the day. Although she was feeling better, he could sense she wasn’t back to her normal just yet.

“Fei?”

He hummed in response.

“Can you wait in the bathroom while I shower?”

Feitan blinked at her, tilting his head in confusion.

“Why?”

“…”

She didn’t have to answer, her expression told him everything.

“Alright. Go get in, call me when ready.”

She nodded and ran out, nearly slipping on the rug in the hallway. He shook his head, holding back a laugh.

Feitan was just glad she was starting to feel better. Seeing her look so terrified was awful. It made him want to vomit when she sobbed into his chest. Just knowing what happened to her made his blood boil.

“Fei, I’m ready!”

He got up and walked into the bathroom, sitting on the counter. “I’m here. Continue your shower.”

She giggled from behind the curtain. “Try not to peek.”

Feitan rolled his eyes. “In your dreams.”

Suddenly, (Name) peeked her head out of the shower and stared at him with a frown.

“In my dreams? Fei you sleep talk.”

That was enough to make his face go red. “Wh-what?”

She bursted out laughing, her wet hair sticking to her face.

“Pfft, I’m just joking around. What do you dream about? I bet it’s perverted-“

He threw a towel at her, causing her to shrink back behind the curtain.

“Just shower, damn it.”

———————

“Feiii~ can you hand me my towel?”

He groaned as he slipped off the sink and grabbed her towel, holding it out for her to snatch behind the shower curtain.

As he turned to leave, the shower curtain flung open, (Name) stepping out.

“Fei, don’t leave. You said you’d stay.”

His eyes darted from her barely covered cleavage, to the slip in the towel that completely exposed her left side, to her pouting lips.

“Please. Just… just turn your head while I get dressed.”

He calmed himself quickly. ‘Do it for her. She’s still sensitive, just turn around and-‘

As he began to turn, she let her towel drop onto the floor, quickly picking up her shirt and pulling it on over her head.

In that split second, Feitan saw everything.

Everything.

Every. Last. Thing.

It was all he could do to not turn back around and pounce on her. He listened to the sound of her getting dressed, his heart racing.

All the blood in his body was rushing to a certain part of him.

“I’m dressed.”

Feitan didn’t turn around.

“Fei?”

“Go, have to use the bathroom.”

She huffed, but left. Feitan rubbed his temple, sighing heavily.

‘Just a naked woman. Seen several, not a big deal.’

He attempted to calm himself, but the image of her nude body flashed in his mind again.

‘Fuck…’

He’d have to deal with this and quick. (Name) wouldn’t wait for long.

————————

“Feeeiii, are you almost done?”

She didn’t receive an answer. His absence was starting to make her nervous, so she decided to call one of her friends to keep her company.

Gon and Killua would be busy, Kurapika and Leorio weren’t answering…

That only left one person.

She clicked the man’s name, not caring if she was still mad at him. She couldn’t be alone right now, she at least needed someone to talk to.

“(Name)? Is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me Illumi.”

The man on the other side of the phone smiled, sitting down on the counter of the kitchen he was currently in.

“Is there a reason you’ve called?”

“No, I just wanted to hear your voice.”

That made his eyes widen. She hadn’t been this sweet to him since his outburst months ago.

“Is that so? I’ll talk as long as you need me to then. How have you been?”

She sighed. “Okay. I had a bad day yesterday.”

“Really? What happened?”

The girl bit her lip, her silence concerning the dark haired assassin.

“(Name)? What happened? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Just a bit… frazzled is all. Physically I’m fine.”

He relaxed slightly, still not completely convinced. “I see. Are you enjoying your time in York New?”

“Yes! I’ve been having an amazing time with my friend. He’s been here for me when I needed him. I love him so much!”

Illumi went quiet for a moment. He felt jealousy bubble up in his chest, but calmed himself.

‘She called to hear YOUR voice. She wanted to talk to you, and you alone. Don’t forge that.’

“That’s nice. I can’t wait to see you. I’ve… missed you.”

(Name) held onto her phone tightly.

“I… I miss you too. When we meet up, we’ll talk through everything, okay? I… I don’t want to be upset with you.”

“I don’t want you to be upset either, (Name). You’re…”

He paused. Why couldn’t he get the words out? Why couldn’t he tell her just how important she was to him.

“I’m what?”

Illumi bit his lip. “You’re my best friend.”

“Aww. You’re one of my best friends too.”

‘One of?’

He decided to ignore that comment, his head swiveling to the left when he heard footsteps approaching.

“Sorry, I have to go. Work.”

She sighed. “Alright. Be safe, love you.”

Illumi stared down at his phone for a moment, a deep frown on his face. Even though he wanted to say it back more than anything, he couldn’t.

“Take care.”

Click.

(Name) plopped down on the couch, setting her phone on the table next to it.

“Who were you talking to?”

Feitan stood behind her, his cheeks slightly flushed and his eyes narrowed.

“Oh, a friend.”

Feitan sat beside her, his arm wrapping around the back of the couch. “Said ‘Love you’.”

“Yeah, I say I love you to all of my friends.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Not just to me?”

(Name) gasped. “Aww, Fei! I’m sorry, but no, I say it to everyone.”

She leaned against his shoulder.

“I do love you though. Sooo much.”

It almost hurt, how much his heart raced with her words. The girl leaning against his shoulder had so much love to give, even after everything that had happened to her.

“I…”

He couldn’t say it back. It was difficult, not coming as easy to him as it did to her. A declaration of love could be the nail in their relationship’s coffin.

When Feitan loved, he loved hard. With his teeth and his claws, he’d hold onto the object of his affection like a wild dog would it’s prey.

“It’s okay, Fei. You know I don’t mind if you can’t say it back. I know you care about me. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”

She kissed his shoulder, showing how comfortable she was in his presence. She trusted him enough to not hurt her, to relax and close her eyes as she lay against him.

She smelled sweet, like fresh fruit. He’d never get used to her soft scent. It was soothing, like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

‘One day, I’ll show her how much I love her. With every part of me.’

He ran his hand over her hair, careful to not pull any of it. She sighed in contentment, enjoying this soft moment with her usually cold and calloused friend.

They were interrupted by Feitan’s phone buzzing from his pocket.

He opened his phone.

“What?”

“Oh, you finally answer. I’ve been trying to call you all night, Fei.”

Shalnark chuckled into the phone. “I guess you’ve been too busy with your little lady.”

Feitan glanced at the girl next to him, who was watching a random program on TV.

“Shut it. What you want?”

“Rude! I just wanted to tell you we found Uvo. We’re currently looking for the chain user.”

“He want revenge?”

“Duh.”

This caused Feitan to chuckle. “Of course. Anything else.”

“Mmm, no. Just be back tonight. The boss wants to go over his plans.”

Feitan sighed, petting (Name)’s head again.

“Alright. Bringing (Name).”

“Haha, figured. You know, Chrollo seems to think she should join us. What are your thoughts on that?”

“Don’t think she should. Not a fighter.”

Shalnark hummed. “Maybe, but we haven’t seen her skills in that department yet. She was trained by an assassin, right? She’s got to have some kind of strength.”

Feitan glanced down at her again, the girl now staring up at him.

“Is that Shalnark? Tell him I said hi!”

Feitan huffed. “She says hi.”

The blonde giggled. “Oh, tell her I said hello as well. Oh? Is that the- okay. Okay. Fei, I’ve got to go!”

“Be careful.”

Shalnark paused. He didn’t often hear Feitan say things like that.

“We will. Bye bye!”

Feitan hung up, playing his phone back in his pocket.

“Did he say anything about Uvo?”

“Yeah. Found him.”

(Name) let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, good. Can we see him?”

Feitan shook his head. “He’s out for revenge. Don’t know when he’ll return.”

“Revenge? That sounds like a bad idea.”

Feitan shrugged, pulling her back against him. “His life, he wants revenge, he gets it.”

She pouted up at him. “Well it might be his life, it that won’t stop me from worrying about him.”

His eyes softened slightly, but he flicked her forehead so she wouldn’t notice.

“Shouldn’t worry. He’s strong.”

“Even strong people can be taken down with the right ability. He’s an enhancer, so he’d be weak to a conjurer or manipulator.”

Feitan groaned. “Maybe, but Uvo is smart. A little cocky, but not dumb. Can handle himself.”

(Name) sighed. “I hope you’re right. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

The two stayed in a comfortable silence as she watched TV, and he thought about Uvogin.

‘He’ll be okay. Has to be.’

———————

The day was spent in (Name)’s condo, the two only leaving to pick up lunch before returning. He had to admit, her clinginess wasn’t bothering him as much as it would of if she were anyone else.

In fact, he enjoyed the close proximity to her.

“Fei, when are we leaving?”

He looked at the clock.

“About an hour. Pick up dinner on the way.”

(Name) hummed from her seat on the couch, snacking on some fruit she’d cut up.

“Stop snacking, ruin your appetite.”

(Name) stopped, dropping the strawberry she’d been about to eat back into the bowl. “Oh, you’re right. Do you want any before I put this in the fridge?”

He shook his head. (Name) had been slowly recovering through the day, to the point she could go a few minutes without Feitan in sight. But once those minutes were up, she’d start getting anxious.

It worried him. He’d probably have to leave her home in the coming nights. Would she be healed enough to sleep in the bed alone when he did?

(Name) placed the bowl in the fridge, closing it after.

“I need to figure out something to wear. Something warm, but can move in.”

(Name) motioned for Feitan to follow her, the man standing and following instantly.

‘Look at me, following after a girl. They’d tease me for it.’

Feitan sat on (Name)’s bed as she pulled out items of clothing.

“Too short. Not flexible enough. You kidding? You freeze in that.”

He shot down almost every item of clothing until she pulled out an oversized hoodie and skirt combo.

“… wear pants under skirt. Should be fine.”

“Do you mean like… leggings? That should keep me warm!”

(Name) shooed him out of the room so she could change. He waited close by. If he didn’t, she’d go looking for him with a scared look on her face, and he hated to see her like that.

“Fei, how do I look?”

It was such a simple outfit. Just a pink cow print hoodie with a white skirt, and black tights, but he liked it. A lot. Something about the way her hoodie neatly hid the fact she had a skirt on at all made him… feral.

“Looks… looks good.”

He pulled the hoodie over her head. “Good for blocking face. In case people come.”

(Name) swatted at his hands. “Hey, I can’t see!”

He let go of her hoodie, snickering to himself.

“Ok, princess.”

When she pulled back her good, his eyes widened ever so slightly.

She was flustered.

“Princess? That’s new…”

The air felt different, the girl unable to meet his eye. It was a similar reaction to when he’d called her his good girl in the car earlier.

“Hmm? You like it?”

He didn’t hide the slight husky nature of his voice. Her reaction was causing a reaction in him. Feitan pushed further, his hand slipping to her hip.

“I…”

(Name) pulled away and hid her face.

“I don’t mind it.”

Feitan smirked, leaning in close to her ear.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

(Name) spent the rest of the hour peeking at Feitan from behind corners and running away when he’d spot her.

‘Like a puppy. Cute.’

When it was time to go, the two walked out of her apartment hand in hand. Although she needed his touch, the touch of anyone else made her wince.

Because of this, Feitan expanded his aura to cover the two. People subconsciously avoided entering his aura, allowing the two to have a decent space around them even in the busiest of crowds.

“What you want for dinner?”

She shrugged. “You can pick.”

Feitan shot towards the nearest restaurant.

——————

After a quick dinner, the two walked out to the edge of town towards their hideout.

“Want me to carry you? Long way.”

She shook her head, sipping on the lemonade she’d brought with her. “No, I’m fine. I walked all the way here the first time, you know.”

“Yeah but…”

He glanced at her face, seeing the dark circles under her eyes.

They’d been getting home late and waking up early. It would cause at least a little strain on a normal person.

“But nothing! I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him along, the backpack she wore bouncing along.

Feitan rolled his eyes, but didn’t pull his hand away. He never could, when it was her.

When they arrived, Pakunoda and Shalnark were waiting outside. Feitan let go of her hand when he spotted them, stuffing it into his pocket.

“Fei, (Name), you’re here!”

Shalnark jogged up to them, waving as he did. (Name) excitedly ran towards him, jumping up to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Shalnark! Thanks for holding my hair while I threw up yesterday, and sorry for crying all over your shirt.”

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before pulling away.

It was like time slowed down as she was pulling back from the friendly kiss.

Shalnark began to turn red, and she could hear someone approaching them from behind.

A hand was wrapped around her waist so tightly she squeaked, the girl being pulled back into someone’s arms and thrown over their shoulder.

“…”

Feitan stared up at the blonde with narrowed eyes, holding (Name) over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that! She’s the one that-“

Feitan didn’t stick around to listen, carrying her into the hideout.

Pakunoda watched this play out with an amused look in her eye.

“Didn’t know he was the jealous type. It’s cute, really.”

“Yeah, cute when it’s not directed at you.”

Shalnark touched his cheek, his eyes soft.

“She’s really nice. I can see why he likes he so much. Fei’s always had a soft spot for sweet things.”

Pakunoda glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. “Do you…”

Shalnark shook his head. “No, I…”

He let his hand drop to his side, giving her a smile. “We should get inside before the boss comes to drag us in!”

Pakunoda nodded. “You’re right.”

———————

(Name) pouted from he seat in Feitan’s lap, flustered and embarrassed. Ever since she’d kissed Shalnark’s cheek earlier, he refused to talk to her.

“Fei, let me go. They’re looking…”

A few of the spiders had been glancing in the pair’s direction, but quickly looked away when Feitan sent them a glare.

“No. Can’t be trusted.”

“Why?”

“Why? Kiss people, that’s why.”

(Name) gasped and turned around so she was straddling him.

“What are you, my dad? I can kiss whoever I want. How many times have I kissed your cheek?”

He stared up at her, his grip on her hips tightening.

“Not enough.”

She tilted her head. “Are you… jealous- hey!”

She was sent sprawling on the floor when Feitan pushed her off his lap.

“Stupid girl. Why would I be jealous?”

She stared at him from the ground for a moment, then poured. “I guess there’s no reason to be jealous, if you don’t like me.”

(Name) scrambled to her feet before storming off to join Pakunoda on the other side of the room.

“Wow, she’s mad!”

Shalnark plopped down beside Feitan, watching as (Name) and Pakunoda chatted amongst each other.

“She’ll get over it. Not jealous.”

The blonde tilted his head. “Is that so? Then you don’t mind if I return her kiss?”

Feitan’s hand shot forward to grab Shalnark’s wrist.

“Don’t.”

Shalnark gave him a smile. “Why not? Is she your girlfriend or something?”

“She’s mine. That’s what she is.”

Feitan squeezed his wrist before letting go and walking towards Pakunoda and (Name).

Shalnark giggled to himself, bringing his bruised wrist to his face. ‘Oh he is SO jealous. Paku was right, it is kind of cute.’

(Name) turned when she felt a familiar presence behind her.

“Fei? Do you want something?”

The dark haired man pulled on her sleeve. She allowed him to tug her away from Pakunoda, waving goodbye.

“Sorry.”

(Name) blinked. “It’s alright.”

He never apologized for anything, especially when it was a reaction to her teasing. (Name) leaned forward and placed a few kisses on his face.

“Was that enough kisses?”

He didn’t answer, continuing to pull her away as his cheeks turned red under his coat.

‘Never enough.’

—————

Chrollo cleared his throat, getting the attention of the entire Troupe.

“A chain user? He’s either a Manipulator or a Conjurer. Uvogin is a dominant fighter. But in a one-on-one fight, he is most vulnerable to those two categories.”

(Name) bit her lip. It was the exact thing she’d been worried about.

“Many Conjurer give special powers to the things they create. Some of those abilities could render Uvo helpless. And a Manipulator could manipulate Uvo himself.”

Shalnark cursed. “I should have tagged along! Damn!”

“If he fails to return by dawn, there will be a change in plans.”

(Name) held onto Feitan’s sleeve, trying not to cry.

‘He’ll be back. Like they said, Uvo is strong.’

Feitan turned and slipped his hand into hers. “Try not to worry. Will only make you upset.”

The man said that, but he too was beginning to worry. Uvogin was strong, yeah, but he never took this long to complete a mission.

“Oh (Name)!”

Hisoka jumped down from his ledge, approaching the pair slowly.

“What you want?” Feitan asked, pushing the girl behind him. Shalnark watched from close by.

“Oh, I just wanted to tell her that I saw one of her friends.”

(Name) perked up, peeking over Feitan’s shoulder. “One of my friends? Which one?”

He smiled a placed a finger over his lips. “The blonde.”

(Name) knew what his gesture meant. She shouldn’t say the name of her friends, at least Hisoka thought she shouldn’t. Feitan seemed to stiffen at the mention of her blonde friend.

‘The one she likes?’

“Oh, really? Does it seem like he’s been eating well? I’ve been worried about him.”

Hisoka shrugged. “I guess you could say that. He doesn’t look any different from the hunter exam.”

Feitan’s grip on (Name)’s arm tightened slightly. “That all you have to say?”

The magician chuckled. “No, of course not. I also wanted to ask a question.”

(Name) tilted her head, jumping back when she felt Hisoka’s aura turn murderous.

“Would you like to fight me, (Name)?”

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Reunited

Part 27

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Warnings: mention of a groper on the loose, reader gets attacked, animal death, mentions of feitan being horny for reader and and masturabtion, feitan rummages through readers underwear drawer(PERVV)

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(Name) woke up to the sound of several men talking in the living room. She pulled on a pair of shorts and a tshirt, having thrown off all her clothes before jumping into bed.

As she exited the room, she noticed a new person sat on her living room sofa, sipping from her favorite hello kitty coffee mug.

“Oh. Another one.”

The three men glanced up as (Name) entered the room, leaning her hip against the wall. Uvogin jumped up, rushing over and pulling the girl into a bone crushing hug.

(Name) coughed, patting his back. “Alright big guy, let me down before you actually crack my spine.”

The man let out a barking laugh, setting the girl down. “What ya making for breakfast, sweetheart?”

(Name) ignored him, peeking past the hulking figure to the man sitting on her sofa. “Hello there, I’m (Name).”

She moved past Uvogin and offered her hand, smiling politely. The man took her hand, giving her a similar smile back. “I’m Nobunaga. Sorry, we’ll be out of your hair soon.”

(Name) waved her hands dismissively. “Oh, you’re no trouble at all. I’ll go make breakfast, you boys just relax. I’m sure the journey has been tiring.”

Nobunaga watched her leave, the girl rustling around in the fridge while humming, the sway of her hips almost hypnotizing.

“Feitan… you’re a lucky guy.”

The short man huffed. “Shut up.”

——————

After eating a meal of biscuits, gravy, and fruit, the two left.

Nobunaga left Feitan a new coat, saying he’d have to pay Machi back for it later. (Name) clapped when he left the bathroom in his new coat, her face lightly flushed.

“Wow, you look nice Feitan! Handsome even!”

Feitan was glad his coat covered his face, because he could feel the heat rushing to his cheeks.

“… thanks.”

Over the next week, Feitan’s had gained control over his hands, able to lift his arms for a few seconds before dropping them in exhaustion.

He’d started exercising daily, going out for runs before breakfast. It was nice to return to (Name) smiling at him, placing a plate on the table for him. Something about having someone to come home to made him feel soft.

“Feitan!”

The man looked up from his manga to see (Name), wearing a knee length lilac summer dress and a strawhat.

“Wanna come to town with me?”

He set the novel down, standing. “Sure. Reason you ask?”

(Name) sighed. “There’s rumors that there’s a man going around groping lone women in the streets. I’d feel safer with you.”

He sneered at the information, but his heart thumped painfully against his chest at the fact he made her feel safe. If she knew who he really was, would she be more scared of the groper, or him?

(Name) and Feitan walked to town, him holding her hand. He excused it by saying it was to help her keep up with him, but he couldn’t meet her eyes.

“Too slow. Just hold on.”

He pulled her along, stopping every once in a while to give her a break, even if she didn’t need one.

Once they reached town, Feitan pulled her to his side, keeping his hand in hers. He used his nen to see if there was anyone in the area with malicious intent, and when he didn’t sense anything, he continued walking through town.

“Feitan, we should get you some of your own soap. I don’t wanna make you use a girls soap f-“

“I use yours.”

(Name) tilted her head. “Are you sure it’s okay? Didn’t Uvogin make fun of you?”

“Don’t care what he thinks.”

For some reason, he wanted to keep using her soap for as long as possible. It smelled good, like her.

(Name) hummed. “Alright. Let’s see if they have anything on sale in the grocery store!”

The two pursued the shelves of the grocery store, Feitan tossing in a few items he personally enjoyed. He’d never tell her his preferences, since he wasn’t a picky eater, so she was glad she brought him.

(Name) suddenly stopped, glancing at Feitan before turning to him shyly. “Um… I need to look down the next aisle. Could you stay here for a moment?”

Feitan raised an eyebrow. “What about groper?”

(Name) pursed her lips. “I’ll scream if something happens.”

The girl left her buggy with Feitan, the man waiting until she was far enough away to follow behind her.

She went down the small women’s clothing aisle, humming to herself. “Wonder if they still have them…”

Feitan watched as she paused in front of the women’s underwear, looking the shelf up and down. He was a little embarrassed to be looking at such a thing, but his curiosity wouldn’t let him leave.

She picked up a pack of multiple panties, them being pink and white themed, with a pair in the front having a strawberry pattern. She flipped the package over to look at the price, a sigh leaving her lips.

“Aww, still too much. I really wanted these too…”

She put the package down, sadly turning to return to Feitan. He was already long gone, leaning against the buggy nonchalantly. “Get what you need?”

She shook her head, her mood having soured a little. “No, it’s still to expensive. Maybe next month I can fit it into my budget.”

(Name) pushed the buggy forward, a pout on her lips. Feitan followed after her, glancing back at the aisle before stopping.

“Have to use bathroom. Be back.”

With that he strolled away, hands in his pockets. (Name) nodded and pulled out her grocery list, continuing her shopping.

(Name) and Feitan walked out of the grocery store, feitan carrying a majority of the bags. She’d fussed at him for straining himself, getting a glare in return.

“Can carry. Not weak, you know.”

She huffed. “I didn’t say you were weak. I just worry about you.”

His grip on the bags tightened. “Shouldn’t worry. I’m not a good man.”

(Name) hummed, peeking at him. “Not many people are truly good. But…”

She stood in front of him, leaning forward to wrap her arms around him.

“I don’t think you’re all that bad.”

He stiffened at her touch, the groceries dropping to the ground.

His hands trembled at her sides, not knowing what to do. As he struggled on what he should do next, (Name) pulled away and smiled.

“You’re good enough to me.”

She turned without another word, leaving him to rush to pick up the bags and follow behind her. He was glad she couldn’t see the tears prickling the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall. Feitan blinked them away quickly.

‘If she really knew what I’ve done, would she still smile at me like that?’

——————

Feitan watched as (Name) put up the groceries, humming to herself. Her sudden hug earlier still had his skin tingling, the tips of his ears red. Did she know the effect she had over him?

“Feitan, I’m gonna make some sandwiches, let’s eat on the porch, it’s so nice out!”

He could only nod, words not coming easy for him at the moment.

(Name) and Feitan sat together at the table, looking out over the river as they ate their sandwiches. Although Feitan was still struggling to lift his arms, he was able to eat by himself now. (Name) made sure to offer her assistance if she felt he needed it.

“So, Feitan, when’s your birthday?”

The sudden question caused the black haired man to choke on his sandwich, the girl smacking his back.

“Why… why you ask?”

Feitan glanced at her as he caught his breath, coughing lightly. She shrugged, pushing herself on the porch swing. “Just curious.”

“Don’t have one.”

(Name) paused her swinging, standing up suddenly. “You don’t have a birthday?”

“Don’t remember.”

(Name) blinked at him, her eyebrows furrowing. “Oh. That’s unfortunate…”

The two made idle chit chat as the sun went down, (Name) doing most of the talking. As the two conversed, she slipped in a few innocent sounding questions.

“Do you have a favorite flavor of cake?”

“Vanilla.”

“What would be something you’d like to receive as a gift?”

“Manga.”

(Name) nodded, typing something into her phone. Feitan watched her in mild amusement. She always asked him so many questions that he hadn’t even began to expect her true motives.

“I see. Alright, I think it’s time I retire to bed.”

“Sound like old woman.”

The woman in question let out a gasp, holding a hand over her heart. “Why I never! Hmph!”

She playfully tossed her hair as she walked inside, turning back around to stick out her tongue at him.

“Get dessert yourself then!”

He rolled his eyes, the ghost of a smile returning as he stood, carrying his plate to the kitchen.

—————

Feitan woke up in the middle of the night, glancing at the alarm clock (Name) had gifted him. It was pink with Sanrio stickers covering it, just the sight of it making him think of her.

Every item she owned seemed to be covered in pink and stickers, the man almost chuckling at the thought.

It was 2 am, and because he was tired, he lied back down. Whatever had woken him up shouldn’t be that important.

Another thump made his eyes shoot open, the feeling of an aura other than (Name)’s sending him into a panic.

Feitan took a moment to calm himself, grabbing his umbrella as quietly as possible and unsheathing the hidden sword.

He could hear the sound of a struggle, but it was quiet. So quiet he wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t use nen.

Feitan approached the door, peering through the crack to see what was happening.

In the dark, he could make out a large, looking figure hunched over a smaller one. It had to be a man, by the shape of his silhouette.

“No one else lives here, eh? You lying to me girly?”

The man raised his hand and smacked the small figure under him, but the person didn’t cry out. Instead they just whispered back.

“Yes, I am alone. Please… just leave. Take what you want and go.”

That was (Name)’s voice. Feitan could feel his blood pressure rising. Did that man just strike (Name)? Was he pinning her to the ground like a fucking animal?

“Now why would I leave without getting what I came here for, little missy?”

The man grabbed her by her hair, making her cover her mouth so her cry was deafened.

“You must’ve heard of me on the news. They call me a groper, but they ain’t entirely right.”

The sound of a box cutter clicking open made Feitan stiffen, his eyes on the man.

“I collect little ladies like you as trophies. Specifically…”

He raised his arm, his eyes glinting in the moonlight.

“THEIR HEA-“

Before the man could bring the blade down to stab into her throat, Feitan rushed out, easily severing the man’s arm from his body.

In that moment, (Name) felt true fear. The bloodlust surrounding Feitans body came off in waves so thick, even a non-nen user like (Name) could feel it. The man cried out in agony, holding the stump where his arm had once been.

“You filth.”

Feitan kicked the man in the stomach, sending him flying against the house and crashing through the front door.

Feitan passed (Name) not even sparing her s glance as he left the house. Slammed the door shut behind him as he advanced on the man.

“P-please! Don’t kill me! I-“

Feitan crouched down in front of the sniveling man, giving him a sinister smile.

“Shh, shh, shh. Not kill you. Not yet. Don’t deserve to die so quick.” he cooed, his tone sickly sweet.

Feitan took his sweet time dragging the man out to the river, grateful that (Name) lived out in the country where no one would be there to hear the man’s screams.

——————

(Name) sat motionless on the floor, holding her cheek as she waited for Feitan to return. Even as she waited, a small part of her was scared.

She’d never felt such an intense lust for blood come off of someone, the look on Feitan’s face when his foot connected with the man’s belly causing her to shiver.

Nearly an hour passed before Feitan returned, his coat covered in blood and viscera. He dropped his umbrella onto the floor, approaching (Name) with a stern frown on his lips.

(Name) watched, eyes darting from his face, to all the blood, to his hands that reached out to cup her hurt cheek.

“Why?”

It took (Name) a minute to process his words, blinking up at him stupidly.

“Why… what?”

He scowled, grabbing her face with both hands.

“Why lie? You tell him you live alone. Should have yelled for help!”

He stared down at her, his eyes wondering down her body. She seemed mostly unharmed… besides a cut on her arm. He let go of her face, his hand pulling her arm closer to take a look.

It was a defensive wound, she’d probably been grabbed from behind and thrown her arm up to protect her face from being slashed. From the look of the living room, she’d struggled quite a bit. He didn’t know how he hadn’t woken up sooner.

“You’re hurt.”

His frown deepened. “Why? Answer me.”

(Name) bit her lip, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. “I… I didn’t want him to hurt you too.”

Feitan’s eyes widened, his arms dropping to his sides as he stared at her. Had she really been so quiet as to not alert him?

“…”

Feitan froze as (Name) started to full on sob, her arms wrapping around him tightly. This hug was different than before. It was needy, comfort seeking, her tears mixing together with the man’s blood as she sobbed into his chest.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry you had to save me. I hate it. I didn’t want to bother you, but I’m so happy you came for me. I was so scared, Feitan.”

He reached a hesitant hand up to smooth out her hair, trembling slightly. “Shh. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Feitan’s voice was soft this time, almost sweet.

(Name) sniffled, only whining when he picked her up into his arms. Her protests died in her throat, sobs replacing them.

He didn’t seem to mind the snot and tears staining his shoulder, setting the girl down on the bathtub’s edge as he turned the knob.

He pulled off his coat, exposing his bare chest. (Name) was too busy crying to care, her eyes becoming puffy and red.

Feitan dropped his coat into the hamper, moving forward and grabbing the hem of her shirt.

(Name) stopped crying then, her face heating up. “Feitan, what are you-“

He shushed her, pulling off her shirt and tossing it into the hamper with his coat. “Got blood on it. Need to wash.”

He tried his best to keep his eyes away from her form, but he couldn’t help but take a peek at her shirtless chest, the sight of her black bra stirring something inside him.

He calmed that side of himself. He couldn’t get horny right now, she needed him.

“Bathe yourself, I get your clothes.”

He left the bathroom, walking to (Name)‘s room.

Feitan glanced down at the package he’d stolen from the grocery store earlier. It was the pack of panties she’d been looking at, the strawberry pair front and center.

Too embarrassed to look in her underwear drawer, the man ripped the package open, pulling out the strawberry pair. He grabbed a tshirt dress and walked back to the bathroom.

The shower curtain was drawn, allowing him to walk in and place the clothes on the counter. “Clothes.”

He walked back out, going to the kitchen sink to splash some water in his face.

What had come over him?

Feitan was no novice to torture, but the things he did to that man in such a short time period surprised even him. The satisfaction of ending the man’s wretched life was astounding, even to a sadist like him.

“Feitan? I’m done.”

He stood up, walking to the bathroom door and opening it.

(Name) sat on the toilet seat, the lid down. Her eyes looked to the ground in embarrassment, her cheeks red. Feitan crouched down in front of her to meet her eyes, tilting his head.

“Why you embarrassed?”

(Name) leaned back, crossing her hands over her chest. “I’m not. I’m just… confused on how you got me the panties I’ve been wanting for a while.”

‘And why,’ she thought, keeping that to herself.

“Stole them. You wanted them, right?”

She could only nod, the man giving her a sly smile.

“I’m a thief. Take what I want.”

He expected her to scold him, maybe even get angry, but neither of those things happened. She just smiled, a giggle leaving her lips.

“Ah, I see.”

She accepted him without another thought, the man having to stand up and grab the medkit to keep himself from being seen blushing.

“Give me your arm.”

She held her arm out as he cleaned the wound, wrapping it in bandages. Feitan turned it over to inspect his work, the short man dropping her arm once he deemed it good enough.

“Go to bed. I’ll take shower.”

(Name) paused, looking down again.

“Feitan?”

He glanced at her. “What?”

“Can… can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

Feitan felt his heart race, backing up slightly. “… why?”

“I… I’d just feel safer if you watched over me.”

He sighed, offering his hand. “Come on. I’ll take shower after you sleep.”

He said lead her to her bedroom, watching as she climbed into bed. Feitan sat down on the edge of her bed, waiting for her get comfortable.

“Thank you. You’re real sweet you know?”

Feitan scoffed, flicking her forehead. “Sleep.”

She giggled softly before finally leaning against her pillow and closing her eyes.

It only took her five minutes to drift into sleep, a peaceful look on her face.

He watched over her for a little longer, brushing the hair away from her eyes with a gentle touch.

“Sweet dreams.”

Feitan left her side, closing her door behind him. He felt strange, the knowledge that she trusted him enough to watch over her causing his heart to race.

As he showered, he thought back to her words. She didn’t want him to get hurt, putting his safety over hers so easily.

The girl he had been so unkind to was willing to risk her life for him, without any hesitation.

He had people help and even save him in the past, but he didn’t know if anyone had ever put his life above theirs, besides Chrollo.

‘I… I don’t want her to get hurt. She’s…’

He pushed the thought away from his head, mixing her shampoo into his hair.

But as he exited the shower, he knew what he wanted.

‘I want to protect her.’

——————

Feitan was beginning to realize why she had been acting so shy last night.

(Name) stood in the kitchen, making breakfast. She was still wearing the clothes he’d gathered for her the night before, his eyes glued to her.

He hadn’t grabbed her a bra.

Without a bra, her nipples pressed against the fabric of her shirt, the girl seemingly unaware. Feitan tried to tear his eyes away, feeling his pants tighten, much to his annoyance.

He grumbled, shuffling out of the living room and into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Feitan looked down, groaning. He never had a reaction like this to seeing multiple women naked, so why was he getting hard just seeing her nipples poke through her shirt?

‘Gotta take care of this…’

——————

(Name) placed two warm waffles on a plate, sitting it on the table where Feitan usually sat. She glanced at the bathroom door, humming as she grabbed her own plate.

‘Hmm, maybe he has a tummy ache?’

She plopped down into her chair and began eating her waffles and eggs, popping a fresh strawberry into her mouth.

Feitan left the bathroom five minutes later, the lightest shade of pink dusted across his cheeks. (Name) waved, pointing to his plate. “I made breakfast, waffles sound good?”

He didn’t respond, sitting down and eating his food quietly. Feitan didn’t make eye contact as he finished his meal, saying he was leaving for a jog when he was done.

“Oh…”

(Name) fidgeted, setting fork down and sighing.

“What?”

Feitan noticed a change in her aura, a frown on his lips.

“I… it’s nothing. Go ahead.”

She waved him off dismissively, taking her plate to the sink to wash it off. “Just… don’t be gone for too long.”

He thought about staying. (Name) was probably still scared from last night. Feitan couldn’t stay, though. He was still flustered, and a bit ashamed at what had happened in the bathroom. A jog would help clear his mind.

“Won’t take long.”

Feitan left without another word, pulling his hoodie over his head.

(Name) busied herself with cleaning up the messy living room, mopping up blood and fixing the furniture that had been flipped over during her struggle.

—————

Feitan was moving a lot better, having run several miles in only a few minutes. He was deep in the forest (Name) had taken him to, only stopping when he came across a dump site.

Someone had been leaving trash and carcasses there, the bodies of dead animals and mounds of waste overpowering the lingering scent of wisteria flowers.

Honestly, it reminded him of home.

Feitan hummed as he passed it by, a small noise causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“meow”

Feitan glanced to his left, seeing the body of a cat lying inside a sideways cardboard box. Nestled against the cat were a few kittens, most of them dead.

It seemed that the mother cat had given birth and died shortly after. Most of the kittens must have been born stillborn, never able to take their first breath.

But there was a single kitten crying out, the remnants of milk staining it’s mouth.

‘Hmm. Was able to find its mothers breast and eat.’

He picked up the baby by its scruff, examining its condition.

It was a brown tabby, with a fat little belly. The kitten meowed out, it’s body cold. The man scoffed, about to drop the kitten back into the box when (Name)’s face flashed in his mind.

What if one day, she found this dump site? What if she saw the corpses of these kittens and blamed herself for not noticing sooner? She was a sweet girl, having shown Feitan pictures of her childhood cat several times.

Feitan placed the cat in his hoodie, letting it curl up against his chest to get warm. The man dug a grave and placed the mother with her kittens in it, burying them.

From the collar on the mothers neck, he knew she had been dumped there. They were way too far out in the forest for a cat with an owner to have wondered. Feitan was a cold man, but even he felt a bit disgusted. Had they abandoned the cat because she was pregnant?

He didn’t want to think about it. Feitan made his way back to (Name)’s home, wondering if she’d be happy with his ‘gift’.

——————

“Feitan, you’re back!”

(Name) jumped up from her chair, running over to give him a hug, but he pushed her back gently.

The girl pouted, about to complain, but Feitan was quick to point to his chest.

“Watch.”

He pulled the collar of his hoodie down, exposing the kitten to her. (Name) gasped, grabbing his collar and peering down his hoodie with a squeal. He tried not to react to her closeness.

“Oh my god, Feitan how did you get this kitten?”

“Found it on side of road.” He lied, pulling it out and placing it in her hands. “You like cats?”

“I love cats!”

She cooed at the small thing, pulling it close to her. “Poor thing, must of been abandoned. We have a real bad problem with people dumping their pets on the side of the road here.”

‘No kidding.’ Feitan thought, watching her with a soft look. She kissed the top of the kitten’s head, scurrying to her room to grab a plastic bin. Feitan followed, watching as she placed a heating pad at the bottom and layered blankets on top, making sure that the heat was just enough to keep the kitten warm and not burn it.

“I’m so glad I kept that kitten formula from the last time.” She said absentmindedly, placing the kitten in its new home.

“Last time? You’ve done this before?”

(Name) nodded, a small frown pulling at her lips. “When I lived with my parents, our neighbor refused to get their cat fixed, so she had kittens when she was still a kitten herself. Most of the babies died, but I was able to save two.”

She walked past him, rummaging through her kitchen cabinets until she found what she needed. “Ah, here.”

She placed the kitten formula on the table, grabbing a tiny bottle and mixing up the formula. “It was tough waking up every few hours to feed them, but the happy faces of the people that adopted them made up for it.”

Feitan couldn’t help but admire her. She was so different than him, giving so much love to whatever came across her path. He leaned against the wall as she worked.

——————

After feeding the kitten, (Name) placed it back and stood up, enveloping Feitan in a hug.

“I missed you!”

His arms shot out, hovering over her back. She had become so much more affectionate since last night, and Feitan didn’t want to admit how much he liked it.

“Wasn’t gone long…” he grumbled, taking in her scent. Her hands clutched the fabric of his hoodie. Her chin rested on his shoulder.

“Long enough.”

(Name) had become clingy, quickly. He knew it was because of her nerves after the incident from last night, but he still enjoyed her touch.

As the day wore on, she stayed by his side, only leaving to use the bathroom and feed the kitten. He’d pushed her away a few times, still being sensitive to touch, but mostly allowed her to hug him and hold his hand. She’d been through a traumatizing experience, it was only fair he was a little lenient, right?

He sat at the kitchen table, only halfway paying attention to the manga in his hands. (Name) was wearing an oversized tshirt and shorts. To an outsider, it looked like she wasn’t wearing anything BUT her tshirt. But when she bent to check on the bread in the over, white shorts with a black cartoon cat on the butt could be seen.

She was awfully cute, being unaware of his less than pure gaze. He wondered if she was still wearing those strawberry panties he’d picked out, quickly shaking the thought from his head. He didn’t want to get too excited again.

“Feitan… feitannnn!”

Feitan snapped back to reality, pushing (Name)’s face back. She’d been a bit too close for comfort, her breath tickling his cheek.

“What is it?”

She mumbled something against his hand, the man pulling his arm back to hear what she had said.

“It’s going to be raining a lot next week, so Sunday I’m going to buy some supplies from town in case the power goes out. Don’t want the kitten getting cold!”

She leaned forward again, a cute smile on her face. It was like she couldn’t keep a smile off her lips when she was around him, the thought making the tips of his ears turn pink.

“You’ll hold me if I get scared of the storm, right?”

It took him a moment to process that question, the man stuttering out a reply.

“H-hold? What, you a kid? Tch…”

He pushed her away again, but didn’t say no. She didn’t push any further, only giggling at his reaction. Underneath his resting bitch face, Feitan was shy around girls.

What (Name) didn’t know was that he wasn’t shy around most women, only her.

The two ate dinner together, (Name) informing Feitan about the newest episode of an anime she’d been watching. “Oh Feitan, you can watch with me if you like! I download the episodes on my phone while I’m in town.”

He didn’t reply, finishing his food as she continued to ramble on. He glanced at the TV, his eyes shooting open wide.

There was an image of the Phantom Troupe on screen. The sound was off, Feitan sprinting to the remote and turning it off as quickly as possible.

(Name) glanced up from her plate. “Hmm?”

He shrugged. “Gross thing on news. Didn’t want to ruin your dinner.”

“Oh, how sweet!”

She ruffled his hair, the man swatting her hand away with a huff.

——————

That Sunday, Feitan found himself taking care of the small kitten. (Name) had to work at the farmers market, so she wouldn’t be able to focus on the kitten.

Feitan grumpily offered his help in exchange for (Name) making him his favorite dessert, a lemon meringue pie.

“Hmm, that’s not easy, but I’ll make it. Just for you~” she cooed, booping his nose. He scowled at her.

“So touchy.”

“You’ve got such soft skin, I can’t help it!”

She squished his cheeks, the man swatting her hands away and letting out an embarrassed groan. “Gonna get bit one day.”

“You’ve already bitten me!”

Feitan winced. He hated remembering the pain he’d caused her, his eyes wondering from her face to her arms. The wounds he caused had already healed, but the knowledge that his hands had hurt her filled him with dread.

Feitan sat on (Name)’s bed, having just fed the kitten again. “How much does it need to eat? Ugh…”

He set on her nightstand.

“Hmm… she wouldn’t mind if I look around… got me working, peeking would be okay.”

Feitan had been very curious about what lied in her closet and drawers, deciding to rifle through her closet first.

At first he didn’t find anything interesting, pushing through items of clothing with a bored look.

That was until he found a maid costume. He blinked at the dress, seeing it was incredibly short. Why did she own something like that?

He found himself continuing his search, becoming more and more confused.

There was a playboy bunny suit, paired with bunny ears. Feitan immediately pictured her in it, having to push the image out of his head before he popped a boner.

He left the closet and decided to search through drawers.

He ignored the underwear drawer, telling himself he’d look there last.

Feitan opened her shirt drawer, picking up a few articles of clothing and chuckling. Almost every shirt was a pastel color, anime characters or some kind of cartoon character decorating them.

He looked through numerous skirts and shorts, blinking at a few pairs. Would that pair of shorts even cover anything?

He glanced back up at her underwear drawer, biting the inside of his cheek. Looking in a woman’s underwear drawer was a huge invasion of privacy, but he’d already been rummaging through her room, was it really that different?

He pulled the drawer open, his eyes widening.

(Name) had a wide arrange of taste.

There were plain cotton panties, lacy panties, even a few matching sets of lingerie. Did she really wear these everyday? Around him?

Feitan noticed something tucked under in the corner, grab in the object quickly.

“Oh, naughty girl.”

The object was an erotic novel, the cover having full on nudity. He read the back cover, eyes widening at the description.

“So this is what she likes…”

He pocketed the book, partly because he wanted to read it later, partly because he wanted to see the look on her face when she found out it was missing.

Maybe he’d even take some notes.

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Reunited

Part 33

Illumi x Reader x Feitan(AND KURAPIKA??!!)

part 32

part 34

warnings: Kurapika cops a feel and is mad horny for reader 😭🙏

(Name) woke up to a few new messages on her phone.

Killua: Hey, we’re meeting up with Kurapika today, you want to tag along? We’re having a picnic.

Gon: (Name) can you bring some snacks? Killua is too shy to ask!

Pretty Boy🫶: Meet us at the park for a picnic.

(Name) giggled. ‘They’re all so cute.” She texted them all back quickly.

Strawberries: Yes, I’ll see you there!

She stood up and stretched. There was about an hour until they’d have to to meet up, meaning she had plenty of time to pack up a basket of goodies.

(Name) looked over her closet to find something suitable to wear. It was a picnic, so her choice was easy.

She pulled on a long blue sundress, pulling it over her head. She spun around in front of the mirror, smiling at her appearance. It hugged her curves just right.

She paired her look with a straw hat and a white cardigan with a yellow daisy pattern.

Once her basket was full of goodies, (Name) left her condo and began her walk to the park.

——————

She spotted Gon and Killua quickly once she entered the park.

“Hey!”

(Name) jogged over, holding her heavy basket with both hands. Killua jumped up quickly, his eyes lighting up.

“(Name), you’re-“

He cleared his throat. “You’re here. That’s nice.”

She giggled and ruffled his hair, the boy leaning into her touch with a huff. “I’m happy to see you too, Killua.

Gon jumped up and gave her a hug. “Do I smell baked goods?”

(Name) nodded, cracking her basket open to let the smell of fresh pastries fill the air. “Yep!”

She laid out a picnic blanket before setting out the treats, Gon and Killua adding the several different foods they’d brought as well.

“Go head boys, dig in.”

They didn’t need to be told twice, instantly stuffing their faces with the various foods available on the picnic blanket.

(Name) couldn’t help but laugh. It was nice to see them be so carefree and innocent after the harrowing past few days.

“Kurapika!”

Gon spat his food into Killua’s face and jumped up to run towards the blonde. It took (Name) a moment to process this information, the girl standing slowly before finally turning around.

Gon and him talked for a moment before the young boy had a pie shoved in his face by Killua. Kurapika laughed as the two chased each other around the park.

Then his eyes landed on (Name).

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. She looked gorgeous in the afternoon sun, smiling at him with tears brimming on her eyes.

“Kurapika…”

He didn’t think, just walked forward with his eyes trained on her. Before either of them could process what was happening, he was pulling her close to him and pressing his lips to hers.

The two boys froze, staring at the pair.

(Name)’s eyes went wide with shock. Kurapika pulled away after a moment, looking down at her with those scarlet eyes.

“(Name), I…”

He finally processed what he had done, his face as red as his eyes. He began to back away, but (Name) pulled him back into a hug.

She didn’t speak, only holding onto him. He melted into her embrace.

When she pulled back, she didn’t look angry or upset, just… surprised. Her face had grown hot.

“Kurapika, that was… my first kiss.”

She buried her face in his chest, flustered. He raised his hand to run his hand over her hair. “My apologies for stealing your first kiss, (Name). I just… couldn’t control myself.”

He pushed her back and tilted her chin up, stealing another kiss.

Gon and Killua audibly gasped, looking to each other the running over to the pair.

Kurapika pulled away with a soft look in his eyes, licking his lips. “You taste so sweet, (Name). I think I want to kiss you aga-“

Gon and Killua tackled the man, sending him falling to the grass.

“Kurapika you pervert!” Killua yelled, bonking him on the head. Gon jumped up quickly to push (Name) away.

“You don’t kiss women randomly! What if she was saving that kiss for someone!? Aunt Mito said first kisses are important to girls!”

(Name) sighed and swatted at Gon’s hands. “Boys it’s fine, I didn’t mind at all.”

She offered Kurapika her hand, which he took without a second thought. (Name) pulled him to his feet, the man instantly reaching out and kissing her again.

This time it lasted longer, his hands slipping to her waist to pull her in closer. She felt his tongue press against her lips before she pushed him back.

“K-Kurapika… that’s enough for now…”

‘For now…’ he thought, staring down at her with half lidded eyes. Now that he thought the spiders were dead, he much better about his feelings for her. He’d find his clans eyes, and ask her to be his.

“I think I love you…”

(Name)’s jaw dropped at his words, shyly hiding behind Killua. It wasn’t that she didn’t have any feelings for him, but such a sweet confession after he’d kissed her so lovingly was making her brain short circuit.

“You’re going to make her pass out. Look, she’s flustered.” Killua said with a huff.

Kurapika couldn’t help but smile. She wasn’t rejecting his advances, and just from her face he could tell she wasn’t unhappy that he kissed her.

“Alright. Let’s enjoy our picnic, shall we?”

Kurapika watched her the entire time, sighing softly when she avoided his gaze. ‘She’s so cute. I want to kiss her again… and more.’

His cheeks went red when he thought this, quickly shaking the thought from his mind. He couldn’t think of that, no, not right now.

Once they finished their picnic, Kurapika helped (Name) pack up her basket and carried it for her. It was the least he could do.

——————

The group of five met up at at a hotel, all of them beaming at each other.

“It’s been a while since we were all together last!” Gon stated, his smile wide.

“Yeah!”

Leorio ruffled (Name)’s hair, the girl playfully smacking his hand away.

The group began walking towards the elevators, Leorio and Gon talking about someone named Zepile. Leorio turned to look at Kurapika.

“Anyway… you’ve got this intensity about you… you seem more intimidating now.”

The blonde tilted his head. “Really? You don’t seem to have changed much.”

“And now you’re more annoying too!!”

“He also confessed his love for (Name) and kissed her like 50 times.” Killua said, holding onto (Name)‘s sleeve.

“HE WHAT!?”

(Name) groaned, hiding her face in her hands. Kurapika didn’t seem embarrassed at all, putting a hand on (Name)’s shoulder. “I kissed her, not 50 times, but more than once.”

Leorio and Kurapika stared at each other for a moment.

“And you keep calling ME the pervert- OW!”

Kurapika hit him over the head as they entered the elevator.

“Oh, I heard you defeated a member of the Troupe.”

(Name) stopped paying attention now, quickly pulling a pair of headphones over her ears. It was all so overstimulating. She could still feel the soft touch of Kurapika’s lips on hers.

They quickly reached their destination, (Name) not noticing until she was physically pulled out of the elevator by Kurapika.

They entered the hotel room, quickly seeing that there wouldn’t be enough seats for everyone.

“I’ll stand, it’s no big-“

She was quickly pulled into Kurapika’s lap without another word, earning the blonde some looks from their friends.

“No need for that. You can sit here.”

Unlike Feitan, he was quick to pull her close and wrap his hands around her waist without hesitation. Kurapika was making his feelings extremely clear to her.

He began to explain his nen and the reason it was so strong.

“Restraint and vow?” Gon asked.

“Yes. Nen is strongly affected by your mental state. The stronger your resolve, the more power you receive. However, you also incur a big risk at the same time. In return for Nen power, I vowed to use it against the spiders alone. I established a rule for myself.”

“What’s the rule?” Leorio asked.

“If I use my chains on one who isn’t a spider, I will forfeit my life.”

(Name) hand shot to his arm, her eyes gone wide. “You what? Kurapika…”

The blonde rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. “There is a nen blade pointed at my heart. If I break the rule, that blade will pierce my heart, killing me. This is the rule that shows my resolve. Restraint and vow. My power is the product of pure hatred. It only works on the spiders.”

(Name) stared at him with tears in her eyes, not even able to speak. He gently wiped them away as he continued talking. “I’m telling you because I trust you. Don’t tell anyone else.”

Killua stood up. “Why… why would you tell us something so important?!”

Kurapika tilted his head, surprised. “I’m not sure. Wit their leader’s death, I must have relaxed.”

“It’ll be fine if we keep our mouths shut.” Leorio said, trying to calm the white haired boy down.

“It’s too dangerous. One of the surviving members can read minds. If they find out, Kurapika won’t be able to beat them!”

“But she didn’t learn anything last time.”

“That’s because we didn’t know Kurapika was the chain user.”

(Name)’s lip quivered, Kurapika rubbing soothing circles into her back.

“Then we just have to stay away from them. They’ve already checked you, so they think you’re clean.”

“But there’s also this guy called Nobunaga.”

(Name) eyes went wide. ‘Did he just say Nobunaga? Are they talking about…’

“He’s especially dangerous, he’s looking for Kurapika and still trying to chase us down.”

(Name) felt Kurapika tense under her, his hands gripping onto her hips harshly.

“Is he aware that you guys know Kurapika?”

“No…”

“Then it’s okay! As long as no one around the mind reader knows Kurapika, you’re safe.”

Kurapika glanced down at (Name) before speaking. “Well, I’ve also been in contact with Hisoka, and so has (Name).”

“What?”

“Hisoka?”

“He knows that I am the chain user. We made a pact, but his target, the leader of the spiders, is now dead. So I don’t know what he’ll do.”

The five continued to speak as rain started to pour down outside. Killua had been trying to convince Kurapika to go after the remaining members while they were still in York New.

“Excuse me.”

(Name) stood up to walk to the bathroom, Kurapika watching as she left with lovesick eyes. Once she was gone, Kurapika seemed to consider Killua’s words.

“They could be making an escape as we speak. We don’t have time for too much thought.”

“The woman you mentioned is certainly a threat… But since their leader is dead, I’ll do we Gon says, and focus on recovering my brethren’s eyes.”

“Seriously!?”

“Yes. I would also like to begin courting (Name). I think I’ve fallen in love with her.”

“Are you sure?”

“Kurapika’s made up his mind. We can’t force him to change it.”

Killua sat down, defeated.

“Sorry, Killua. Thank you for the valuable information.”

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Kurapika didn’t really care too much about who had texted him, he was still on cloud 9 after confessing earlier.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and glanced at the message.

“It’s from Hisoka…”

(Name) came sprinting into the room when she felt Kurapika’s aura go from calm to intense anger.

“The bodies were fakes…”

She attempted to comfort him with a hand on his shoulder, the man glancing her way before pushing her hand off.

(Name) didn’t take offense, running towards the kitchen to grab him a glass of water to calm down.

When she came back, Kurapika was a bit calmer.

“The troupe is from Meteor City…”

(Name) paused in the doorway, dropping the cup at the mention of the city.

“(Name)!”

Kurapika stood and walked over, wincing as she began to pick up the shattered glass.

“(Name), stop.”

He smacked her hands away, pulling her now cut hands towards away and towards Leorio.

“She’s cut. Leorio can you-“

(Name) didn’t say anything, only closing her hands then opening them, the only hint that she’d been hurt was the blood staining her palms.

The two stared down at her with shocked expressions.

“How-“

She sighed. “It’s my nen. I’m a healer.”

Kurapika sat down with her in his lap again, his knee bouncing. “I… I am also from Meteor City.”

The four didn’t so much as breathe with her admission, Kurapika staring at her with wide eyes. “You’re… from Meteor City? But you grew up in Padokea, right?”

(Name) sighed. “It’s… it’s a long story that shouldn’t be shared in front of children.”

The two boys were shooed out of the room and (Name) hesitantly shared her tale. It was easier to tell them, due to how close they all were, but it still left her feeling awful.

Kurapika’s eyes were red, pulling (Name) against him so tight she could barely breathe. He shook with anger, Leorio gritting his teeth.

“(Name).”

He tilted her chin to look up at him, his eyes boring into hers intensely.

“The monsters that hurt you will be dealt with by my own hands. I will not rest until you are avenged.”

His intensity would have been terrifying to most, but (Name) felt safe in his arms. Kurapika let her cry against his chest, rubbing a trembling hand over her head.

Kurapika considered it his duty to avenge the woman he loved. She had given him so much, it was only fair he took this heavy burden off her shoulders.

The two boys walked in, Killua quickly joining (Name)’s side and hugging her. He was crying too, not bothering to hide his anguish.

“We… we heard everything.” Gon said, looking at the floor. “I’m sorry (Name). That… that was awful.”

She cried, Kurapika holding rubbing circles into her hips. Even through her pain, she dried Killua’s tears and gave him a soft smile.

“I didn’t want any of you to know. It’s… it’s scary. Disgusting. I didn’t want any of you to think differently of me…”

Kurapika held her even closer. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, (Name). Nothing that happened to you was your fault. You are still the woman I love, nothing has changed.”

He caressed her cheek, internally seething. He needed to be calm, now. (Name) needed his comfort, and he was more than willing to give in to her.

She left to go calm down in one of the bedrooms, putting a pair of headphones over her ears as the group talked in the living room. Kurapika promised he wouldn’t take long, and would hold her as long as she wanted when he was done speaking with the group.

———————

Kurapika opened the door to the room, his eyes softening when he spot (Name) curled up on the bed. She hadn’t heard him come in due to her headphones.

He walked forward and placed a hand on her’s.

“(Name)? Can you hear me?”

She pulled her headphones off when he touched her. “Hmm?”

He sat down on the bed next to her. “We’re going to be moving around a bit. I have to go talk to the community to see if they have any useful information.”

She perked up, moving to sit next to him. “So you’ll be busy?”

He smiled. “Not for a bit. I’ll be leaving to ask in thirty minutes. And after that, I may be free for a while more.”

(Name) nodded. “I see. I feel like I’ve barely gotten to see you today. It’s only 1 pm, and we met at 12 pm.”

He sighed. “Yes, I apologize for that. Once the auction is over and we’ve completed whatever plan we set, I should have some time to spend with you.”

“Don’t you mean with all of us?”

He shook his head and smiled down at her. “No, (Name). I want to spend more time with you. Longer than the others.”

She thought back to his confession and her face became warm. “I… I want to spend more time with you as well.”

He lied down on the bed, pulling her down with him. “(Name), do you love me? I apologize for asking you so frankly, and you don’t have to answer if you’re uncomfortable, but-“

She put a finger to his lips. “I do feel… something for you. As a friend, yes I do love you. Dearly. I do feel something more for you than friendship, but…”

He shook his head. “That’s all I needed to hear. Knowing you feel more for me than friendship makes me incredibly happy.”

His lips pressed against hers again, this time, (Name) allowed his tongue to explore her mouth. It was hard to think when he was slowly moving to pin her to the bed, his hands fumbling with her cardigan. He slipped it off and began pulling her sundress down.

“(Name), I want you. Desperately…”

She gasped, her hands flying out to stop his hands. “K-Kurapika! Not… not right now.”

He stopped, his breath coming out in short pants. She looked gorgeous underneath him, her face hot and her breasts nearly spilling out of her dress. He quickly regained his composure and looked away as she fixed her dress.

“Does that imply that I can have you later?”

He ran a finger down her side, stopping when he felt her shiver. Kurapika was enjoying her reactions to his touch.

“… perhaps. If you don’t get yourself killed.”

He chuckled at her words and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll keep that in mind, angel.”

She jumped at the pet name, looking up at him with her pretty (e/c) eyes.

“A-angel?”

He smiled. “When I had that nightmare and you comforted me at the expense of your sleep, you reminded me of an angel. Kind and pure.”

Kurapika caressed her cheek. “I want to preserve that purity, but the dark part of me also wants to taint you, dirty you with my own hands.”

He stared down at her with those scarlet eyes she had come to love. “Would you still love me after taking your wings, angel?”

Before she could answer, he placed a hand over her mouth. “Shh. Don’t answer. Save it for later, when I make you mine.”

The two sat in silence for a while, Kurapika soaking in every second of skin to skin contact with (Name). She was his light, the moon that guided him through the darkness.

“Kurapika, can I… can I kiss you?”

He blinked and looked down at her, his eyes softening. “Please do.”

She placed a hand on his cheek and stood. He was still sat down on the bed, looking at her with lovesick eyes. She stopped forward and stood between his legs.

(Name) leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on his lips, the man instantly wrapping his arms around his waist to pull her closer. Her kiss was gentle and sweet, one that Kurapika would never forget as long as he lived.

When she pulled away, her eyes were half lidded. “Can you promise me something?”

He placed a hand on her cheek. “Anything.”

“Please… please promise me you’ll be careful. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. You’re one of the most important people in my life, Kurapika.”

He contemplated pulling her in for another kiss, his eyes on her lips. “I promise. I’ll come back to you alive, alright?”

She nodded and pulled him into a hug, his head resting on her soft chest. “Please do.”

———————

(Name) left the room feeling confused and aroused.

‘Kurapika and I almost…’

She bit her lip as she followed Leorio and Kurapika to the elector. (Name) did feel something for Kurapika, yes, but there were two other men that were on her mind as well.

Feitan and Illumi.

The two of them were her close friends, and she had slowly developed feelings for them both. Unlike Kurapika, neither of them had explicitly returned those feelings.

She didn’t want to choose between any of them, not for a while. For now, she would follow Kurapika and give him the care and attention he needed as he attempted to avenge his clan.

Leorio and (Name) sat as Kurapika left to talk with the committee, the dark haired man looking at her curiously.

“So… you and Kurapika, huh?”

The girl became flustered immediately. “Kurapika and I, what?”

“You’re like… together now, right?”

She shook her head, twiddling her thumbs. “Not… not yet. I still have some thinking to do.”

He sighed. “Thought so. He sprung all of that on you pretty fast, and now he can’t keep his hands off of you. It must be confusing.”

She nodded, leaning her head against the table. “Yes but… I don’t dislike it. Kurapika is very sweet.”

Leorio ruffled her hair. “You two would make a cute couple, but be aware that he’s determined to finish his goals, at whatever cost. That cost may be you one day.”

She knew this, it was one of the reasons she was hesitant to accept his feelings. She knew he was telling the truth and truly did love her, but…

“Oh, how did it go?”

(Name) looked up when she heard Leorio’s voice, turning to see Kurapika approaching.

“I couldn’t get a straight answer. The community didn’t have any updates regarding the auction today.”

He smiled when (Name) stood next to him, reaching out to hold her hand.

“You should tell the the Troupe is still alive! Then the Mafia might rethink it.”

The blonde shook his head. “No, nothing will change. The community values its relationship with Meteor City. It’s safe to assume they will not attack the Troupe further.”

“Really?”

“But that wasn’t the information I wanted. My only concern is whether the auction will proceed as scheduled…”

“You’re not planning to intercept them, are you? That’s crazy… how can you confront them without mafia support!?”

“You have it wrong, Leorio. I never had any help from the mafia.”

(Name) squeezed his hand, giving him a concerned look. He didn’t look at her, but gave her hand a reassuring squeeze back. His attention was drawn away by Gon.

“Kurapika, let us help! We’re willing to do anything.”

The blonde frowned. “The reward was rescinded.”

“I know. I want to stop the Troupe, that hasn’t changed.”

Kurapika gave Gon his full attention, dropping (Name)‘s hand. “You’d be risking your lives.”

(Name) wanted to say something, but Kurapika continued talking.

“Okay, let’s put together a plan.”

“Uh-huh!”

She huffed. “I want to help t-“

“No.” They all said in unison. (Name) blinked, suddenly upset.

“Why not? If you all get to risk your lives for each other, why can’t I?”

Kurapika sighed. “You’re different, (Name). Your nen is purely support, so it wouldn’t be very helpful in th-“

“Leorio doesn’t even have nen, so that excuse won’t work on me.”

She put her hands on her hips and stared at him, her lips pursed. Even though his eye twitched in annoyance, he couldn’t help but find her determination adorable.

“Well, can you drive?”

She stared at him. “… no.”

Gon tilted his head. “Aren’t you 22?”

She groaned. “God you sound like my mom. I can’t get a license because I’m from Meteor City, and Im scared of driving.”

Kurapika placed a hand on her shoulder. “(Name), what do you bring to the table?”

She pulled out her dagger and was about to stab it into her arm to demonstrate her nen, but Kurapika was quick to grab it. She didn’t notice his eyes flash red for a moment before he quickly composed himself.

“Other than your nen ability, angel.”

The other three glanced at each other when he called her angel, (Name) huffing.

“I was trained by Illumi in martial arts. Anyone want to spar with me to prove a point? Or do I need to ask my friend to send the pictures of me handing Hisoka his pasty clown ass?”

“You fought Hisoka? And lived? Are you stupid?”

Killua pinched her cheek harshly, the girl whining. “Hey, he only broke a-“

She stopped suddenly, all their heads swiveling to stare at her.

“He what?”

Kurapika grabbed her chin and forced her to make eye contact with him. “What details did you leave out, (Name)?”

She puffed out her cheeks. “I don’t have to tel you. It’ll only stress you out.”

He smacked a hand over his forehead. “I’ll be stressed out nonetheless, angel. Just tell me and I promise I won’t be angry.”

(Name) glanced at Leorio, who just shrugged.

“He uh… broke my bones and um…”

She leaned forward to whisper into Kurapika’s ear. “He insinuated he wanted to… do things to me, and tried to take off my bra.”

Kurapika’s arms shot out to grip her shoulders so tight she winced. “He WHAT!?”

“You promised you wouldn’t be angry!”

“That’s before I knew the borderline pedophile clown threatened to assault you!”

Killua’s jaw dropped. “(Name). Why didn’t you tell us?”

She folded her arms against her chest. “I didn’t think it was that important. He didn’t do it.”

Her four friends groaned in unison.

“(Name), my angel, that is very serious. If I had known I wouldn’t have formed a pack with him.”

He rubbed a hand against his forehead. “This is another reason I don’t want you coming. I fear you may put yourself in harms way, and not even ask for help. It’s not guaranteed that one of us would be around to save you.”

She folded her arms over her chest. “That’s unfair. You’re assuming a lot.”

He sighed. “I have to. Any possibility of you getting hurt means a resounding no from me.”

She pouted up at him, the man not budging a bit.

“… fine. But at least let me stick around until you have to enact your plan…”

Kurapika shrugged. “I don’t see any issue with that.”

(Name) sat with the other four, pouting. As a precaution, (Name) had been asked to wear her headphones as they made their plans. It wasn’t that they didn’t trust her, they just couldn’t guarantee that their enemies would come after her.

If only they knew that their enemies viewed (Name) as one of their own.

Eventually Leorio and Killua stood up and started to walk away. (Name) took her headphones off, confused. “Why did they leave?”

Kurapika didn’t answer, only sliding her headphones back over her ears.

As an act of rebellion, (Name) turned her music off.

Kurapika began to explain his nen, summoning the chains on his hand. (Name) pretended to act oblivious.

“I’m not sure what all of that means, but you should be able to use your nen blade on me, right?”

“Yes.”

Gon nodded. “Go ahead. You can choose the rule to set.”

“I accept your resolve.”

(Name) threw off her headphones as Leorio and Killua appeared behind Kurapika.

“Can you make three of those blades?” Killua asked.

“Make it four.” (Name) corrected.

“You can rescind the rule once our mission is over, right?”

“Killua, (Name), Leorio!”

Kurapika pinched the girl’s cheek as Leorio continued speaking. “We had a little talk. And since we’re working together…”

“We should share the same fate.”

“What do you say?”

Kurapika sighed. “The answer to both questions is yes. But you four are wholly mistaken. I never had any intention of using my blades on any of you.”

“Then why endanger yourself by telling us your secret?”

“Gon, I wanted… No, I wanted to thank all of you for your resolve. Even if one of you ends up revealing my secret, I will have no regrets.”

He smiled, looking down. “I have good friends.”

“That’s not fair, Kurapika. You’re actually putting more pressure on us this way.”

“That was my goal.” He said with a smile.

“Oh, I get it now!” Gon laughed.

(Name) leaned her head against Kurapika, pouting.

“Well, I’ll head out then. Can’t waste any time.”

Both (Name) and Gon waved as he walked away. “Killua, be careful!”

“Yeah, I got this.”

—————

With the little time they had, (Name) and Kurapika sat across each other at the table in his room. He snacked on some of the baked goods she’s brought to the picnic.

“They’re good, (Name). How did you bake so many in such a short amount of time?”

She bit into a cookie. “Oh, I made these last night. I bake when I’m nervous.”

He frowned, placing his fork down. “Nervous? Why?”

“…”

(Name) took another bite of her cookie before answering.

“Well… I told you about the friend I was supposed to meet her, yes?”

Kurapika nodded slowly. “… the grumpy one?”

“Yes. He had some work here so he’s in town. He’s a part of a…”

She tilted her head. “I guess you could say they’re a group of… friends? Some of them also hail from Meteor City, so when I explained a bit of my story… they wanted to know more. People from Meteor City care for each other, even if it doesn’t seem like it.”

He nodded, signaling her to continue.

“The people that hurt me could still be active, so they asked me for any information I could give. To do that, they… had to learn about all the things I told you. My friend wasn’t there, so my biggest shame was revealed to a bunch of strangers. Of course, I agreed to it, but it doesn’t change the fact it was traumatizing to relive that.”

He gently squeezed her hand. “I see. That’s why you were nervous?”

She shook her head. “Not entirely. I… I had no one to talk with yesterday. It’s scary being alone with the memories of my past, so I baked to distract myself. It’s also the reason I’ve been wearing my headphones today. When it gets too quiet, I get overwhelmed.”

Kurapika looked down, guilt overcoming him. She’s been all alone with no one to hold her as the memories came flooding back. Of course she’s be a nervous wreck, he was just astonished she was okay enough to be talking to him right now.

‘She is strong. I just… I could never think about putting her in harms way.’

Kurapika kissed her hand. “(Name), after all this I would like to take you out on a date. Where would you like to go?”

She blushed. “Hmm… how about we go see a movie? Oh, or go to one of those cat cafes!”

He chuckled. “We can do both. I’m just glad you’re willing to go on a date with me, (Name).”

(Name) leaned her head on the table. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re a sweet guy, I don’t mind giving you a chance.”

He turned a light shade of pink at her words. “Really? I wouldn’t consider myself that sweet.”

She looked at him incredulously. “If you aren’t sweet then why do you treat me like I’m made of glass? You’re so gentle when you touch me. It’s different from my friend.”

Kurapika seemed both pleased and dismayed at her words. “He… touches you?”

His jealousy was poignant.

“A lot, really. Always rubbing my thigh, sleeping with me, holding my hand, grabbed my boobs in a dressing room…”

She sighed. “And I’m pretty sure he saw me naked when he sat in the bathroom while I showered.”

Kurapika’s eye twitched in annoyance. “Really? How… strange.”

(Name) crosses her legs. “Kurapika, you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

He pouted. “There’s nothing for me to be jealous of.”

She tilted her head before squishing her boobs together. “Oh really? Then you don’t wanna touch these?”

He stared down at her cleavage with his cheeks a bright shade of pink. “I didn’t say that…”

She giggled. “Mhm, that’s what I-“

He stood up and walked forward. “May I?”

“May you… what?”

He smiled down at he with a hint of mischief in his eyes. “May I touch you?”

She blinked, looking from him to his hands that hovered around her. Hesitantly, she gave him a quick nod, squishing her legs together.

He first started by placing his hands on her shoulders, trailing them halfway down her arms until they stopped right next to her breasts.

He glanced back at her before slowly cupping her chest. “Is this alright?”

His eyes were staring down at her, half lidded.

“Oh… um… yes.”

He gave her breasts a quick squeeze, seemingly mesmerized by the softness of them. Her little whimper didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde, a smirk pulling at his lips.

He thought about slipping his hands under her dress, but stopped himself. “Soft…”

Kurapika pulled his hands back. “You have my permission to touch me too, (Name). Anywhere you’d like.”

He kneeled in front of her, bringing the back of her hand to his lips. “You may not be mine yet, but I am yours. Completely.”

It was hard to resist him when he was looking at her with those pretty scarlet eyes, a testament to his intense feelings for her. She reached out to cup his cheek, the man instantly leaning into her touch.

“You’re really sweet, Kurapika. Thank you for loving me, I…”

He leaned forward, capturing her lips in another kiss. This one was quick, the blonde pulling away.

“Shh, you don’t have to say you love me yet. I would wait a lifetime for you.”

(Name) had never been treated so gently, so lovingly before. It wasn’t something she would take for granted.

She gave him a nod, ruffling his hair.

——————

They stayed together for a bit longer, Kurapika’s eyes never leaving her form. When it was time for him to enact his plan, he escorted (Name) to the hotel lobby and called her a cab.

“I’ll see you soon, (Name). Once this is over.”

He thought about kissing her again, but he didn’t. Kurapika wouldn’t push too hard, even though his heart yearned for her touch.

“You’ll be careful, right?”

He held open the cab’s door for. “I will.”

Kurapika closed the cab door and watched as it drove off, his heart hammering against his chest. She hadn’t rejected him outright, and had even kissed him herself.

He wasn’t sure if he should deserve to feel this happy, but let himself feel those butterflies for her.

‘I love her. So much.’

(Name) opened up her backpack and noticed a notification pop up on her phone. She’d silenced it when she’d left to visit Kurapika and the rest so she could really enjoy her time with them.

It was all from Feitan. (Name) scrolled up to the first message he’d sent.

Grumpy Pants: leaving town today. meet up before I do?

Grumpy Pants: (Name)?

Grumpy Pants: why did you leave condo?

Grumpy Pants: plans changed. text back soon as you can.

(Name) winced. She hoped she hadn’t worried him. He’d asked her to stay put in her apartment after all.

Strawberries: Hey Fei! Sorry, I was out with friends today! I’m glad you aren’t leaving today, that’s waaayyy too soon ><

(Name) jumped when her phone began ringing. She accepted the call quickly.

“Hello-“

“Where are you?”

(Name) froze. It was Feitan, but he sounded very… intense.

“I’m in a cab on my way to my apartment.”

“Good. Stay there. Dangerous, someone out for us.”

“Us?”

“Yes. You’re connected to me, means they could be after you too.”

(Name) sighed. “I see. I’ll be home soon. I-“

Her phone began to buzz, another call incoming.

“Sorry Fei, gotta take this.”

“(Name), d-“

She clicked on the other call.

“Illumi, hey.”

The man on the other end smiled. “I finally have time for you, (Name). I’ll be coming to pick you up for dinner in an hour.”

‘But Feitan said I needed to stay at my apartment…’

(Name) but her lip. ‘But… I miss Illumi so much…’

“Okay. See you then!”

(Name) hung up and placed her phone back in her bag. She sighed into her hands and looked down at her trembling legs.

Kurapika had worked her up a great deal when he’d groped her chest. She’d have to please herself in the shower before her meeting with Illumi if she wanted to be able to focus on anything.

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Reunited

Part 28

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

part 27

part 29

warnings: feitan is mega horny in this 👁️👁️

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(Name) loitered in the doorway of Feitan’s room, barely holding back a squeal.

The man had fallen asleep, the kitten from before lying on his chest. The girl took out her phone and snapped a picture before closing the door behind her.

“So cute…”

She unloaded the supplies she had gathered from town. The news said the storm would hit sometime in the next two day. It would be its most intense for 3 days, before petering out by next Monday.

(Name) had bought a few candles, a battery powered fan and heating pad, some flashlights, and board games. She already had supplies beforehand, so she didn’t need to buy too much.

“I should start on dinner…”

An hour passed before (Name) heard the sound of Feitan’s door opening the closing.

“You’re back.”

Feitan was already right behind her, the girl jumping with a yell. “How the- how did you get behind me so quick?”

She held a hand over her heart, letting out a huff. He only shrugged, leaving to put the kitten back in its warm box.

He could smell the scent of lemons, knowing she was making the lemon meringue pie he had asked for.

“Dinner is almost ready. I’m hope you’re okay with soup.”

“That’s fine.”

Feitan pulled a chair out and sat at the dinner table, watching her whip a bow of meringue. She huffed, stretching her tired arms before mixing again.

“Give me.”

Feitan snatched the bowl out of her hand and sat back down. (Name) whined, saying he didn’t know when to stop and what to add. He rolled his eyes and pointed to the chair next to him. “Show me.”

He wasn’t the best at cooking, the only attempt of making lunch for himself resulting in a mushy substance he said was nutritional enough. Feitan, however, was strong and good at repetitive tasks, so whisking or mixing was easy for him.

Feitan could barely concentrate on eating dinner, the lemon meringue pie on his mind. He tried not to let people know how much of a sweet tooth he had, it was embarrassing to him, the interrogator of THE Phantom Troupe had a soft spot for sweet things.

One of them being (Name).

He watched as she brought him a piece of pie, her smile bright and beaming.

“I hope you like it!”

——————

The next day, Feitan and (Name) prepared for the upcoming storm. She picked as much fruit as possible, jarring some and leaving the rest in baskets.

Feitan helped her make sure the house was secure before leaving to jog and exercise again. He needed to be far away to practice with his nen, not wanting her to get caught up in any of his attacks.

It was two months into his stay, and Feitan was feeling restless. He didn’t go more than a month between mission if he could help it.

He pulled out his phone, going through his contacts and pressing on Chrollo’s

It rang for a few seconds.

“Feitan? How nice of you to call. Are you doing well?”

Feitan pushed his hair out of his face, sighing. “Doing okay. Arms are mostly healed.”

Chrollo hummed, the sound of people talking in the background telling Feitan he was either meeting with the spiders, or somewhere public.

“When do you estimate you’ll be back to your full strength?”

“Month at most.”

“I see.”

Feitan leaned against a tree. “What are your plans for the girl?”

“The girl? Who do you mean?”

Feitan frowned. “(Name).”

Chrollo laughed. “Why do you ask, Feitan?”

“Curious.”

The line was silent for a minute. Feitan didn’t often ask Chrollo these things, just listening to whatever orders he gave.

“Uvogin said she may have some information that could be useful to us. I will be coming to pick you up in a month, so make sure you’re better by then.”

“Chrollo.”

Chrollo paused, blinking. Feitan almost NEVER used his name, referring to him as boss.

“What do you plan to do with (Name)?”

Chrollo closed his book, his interest peaked. Uvogin had said him that Feitan was soft on that girl, but his tone of voice told Chrollo it was more than that.

“Oh, Feitan, I simply would like to meet her. I won’t harm the girl, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Chrollo could almost hear Feitan relax, a sigh leaving the dark haired man’s lips.

“She has taken care of a fellow spider, and for that we are in her debt. Be sure you’re gentle with her, Feitan.”

The short man grumbled. “Already gentle…”

Chrollo chuckled, glancing down at his watch. “I have to go, tell your girlfriend I said hi.”

“She’s n-“

Click.

Feitan’s face heated up at Chrollo’s words, pocketing his phone as he continued his run.

Chrollo placed his phone face down on the table, barely holding himself back from smiling. More than anything, he wanted to meet the girl that Feitan had so much affection for. When questioned about it, Uvogin said she was cute.

He couldn’t wait to see her.

——————

It wasn’t until after dark that Feitan returned. He was covered in sweat and dirt, pulling his shirt off as he walked in.

“Hi F- OH!”

(Name) jumped up from her chair when she saw the shirtless man before her, her eyes wide and cheeks heating up.

Feitan snickered at her reaction, throwing his shirt into the hamper. “Like what you see?”

(Name) stiffened up so quickly you would of thought she’d turned into a wooden board.

“I-um-“

She was looking everywhere but him, her face turning beet red.

“You’re… quite handsome! Sorry!”

The girl rushed to her room and closed the door behind her.

That was quite the resection. Feitan found his own cheeks turning pink. Did she really find him handsome?

He’d never cared much about his looks, besides the occasional bought of insecurity, but her words had him glancing at himself in the mirror.

His hair was in disarray and face covered in sweat and dirt. Feitan couldn’t really understand why she’d said what she did.

The two had a few inches of height difference, (Name) being taller. Did she mind that? He was used to being shorter than most of the women in his life, so why did it bother him now?

Feitan let out a huff before gathering a change of clothes and heading to the bathroom to shower.

Once she heard the shower start, (Name) left her room to make dinner.

——————

Feitan left the shower, his wet hair sticking up his face. “Dinner ready?”

(Name) looked up from the stove, smiling. “Almost! Oh, Feitan, your hair!”

She rushed over, pushing him into the bathroom. “I swear, you’re gonna catch a cold one day.”

She dropped a towel on his head, ruffling his hair as she hummed.

Feitan sat patiently, leaning into her touch. The man wasn’t stupid, he knew to dry his hair after a shower, but he let (Name) believe he didn’t so she’d do it herself.

(Name) was always so gentle, as if she had a lot of experience doing this.

“You’re the oldest sibling?” Feitan asked as she brushed her hands through his damp locks.

“Yep! I have three younger siblings, all girls.”

Ah, that explained her awkwardness around men, and her soft nature.

“All of my sisters are such tomboys, they’re always coming home filthy and never remember to dry their hair.”

She pouted, grabbing a comb and pulling it through his hair.

“But…”

(Name)’s eyes softened. “I love them, so much. They’re the reason I keep on going. I send back most of my earnings to make sure they grow up with more than I did.”

Feitan stayed silent, allowing her to pull his hair into a ponytail using a pink scrunchie. There was so much about (Name) he didn’t know. She’d never told him about her sisters or how much she really cared, what else was he ignorant to?

“I’m thinking about becoming a hunter.”

Feitan’s head shot up. “What?”

“Since I don’t have a birth certificate, it’s next to impossible to get a decent job. Anyone can become s hunter, and along with it paying well, you can travel so many places with just your license!”

Feitan gripped the fabric of his pants. He couldn’t imagine this soft and gentle girl surviving the Hunter Exam. Even Shalnark, a fellow spider with tremendous strength struggled with it.

“Shouldn’t. It’s very dangerous.”

(Name) giggled, poking his cheek. “Since when did you care if I was in danger or not?”

He grabbed her wrist, his grip tighter than he’d meant it to be. “F-Feitan, you’re hurting me!”

He loosened his grip, rubbing his thumb against her knuckles. Feitan didn’t want to think about all the things that could go wrong if she were to go through with the exam. Would those fragile hands be capable of defending her?

Even if she survived and became a Hunter, she could die or be seriously injured during missions.

“… just don’t, okay?”

(Name) didn’t answer, but slipped her hand into his.

“Let’s go eat dinner.”

——————

After dinner, (Name) pulled feitan to the couch to watch the news with her. The storm was coming, and she’d need to him be aware of it.

The storm would be upon them in only a few hours, a thunderstorm warning making (Name) stiffen.

She switched to the Blu-ray player, her legs wobbly as she waddled over to put a movie on. Feitan was usually in his room by then, but (Name) insisted on watching a movie together before bed.

“Is a ghibli movie alright with you?”

“Ghibli? What’s that?”

(Name) sighed, pushing a dvd into the Blu-ray player. “Feitan, do you ever feel joy?”

“No.”

(Name) had to turn around to see his smirk to know he was joking.

The pair sat on the couch, a decent amount of space separating them. (Name) picked Howls Moving Castle, cuddled up under a plush blanket and smacking on popcorn.

Feitan glanced at her throughout the movie, raising an eyebrow as she giggled every time Howl showed up.

“Why are you giggling?”

(Name) shushed him. “Shh, Howl is on screen.”

Once the scene was over, she turned to Feitan. “He’s the perfect man, that’s why I’m giggling. Although I think he’s more handsome with black hair. Oh, that’s a spoiler.”

She turned her attention back to the screen, but Feitan couldn’t help but pull a strand of his black hair forward, a ghost of a smile on his lips. So she liked black hair, huh?

He didn’t pay any attention to the movie, (Name)’s reactions were way more interesting.

She would blush and giggle every time Howl appeared, of course, but also seemed to sigh when Sofie said she wasn’t beautiful, a strange nostalgic look on her face.

She’d laugh at every joke, even though she’d seen the movie a hundred times. Her hands gripped the cushions of the couch when the movie got more intense, on the edge of her seat.

As the movie came to an end, a few tears brimmed in the corners of her eyes, quickly swiped away as she smiled at the couple finally together.

“Did you like it?”

Feitan blinked, realizing the movie was over and (Name) was waiting to hear his opinion.

“It was… good. Interesting.”

She giggled, leaning against his shoulder. “It’s my favorite movie, I’m glad you liked it!”

Feitan felt a little guilty for not actually paying attention to the movie, but that guilt vanished at the feeling of her on his shoulder.

“Touchy again.” Feitan pushed her off, snickering. Although he wanted her touch, he had an image to keep up.

“Meeeaann!”

She laughed, snuggling up under her blanket as the credits played. Feitan watched her for a moment before standing up and stretching.

“I’m going to bed. See you in morning.”

(Name) shot up, grabbing his wrist. “W-wait! Are you sure you want to go to bed so early?”

“Nearly 11 pm?”

(Name) scowled. “Yes but…”

Feitan pulled his wrist away and flicked her forehead. “Go to bed.”

He turned before he could see her frown deeply, anxiety written across her face.

—————

Feitan woke up to the someone knocking on his door.

The faint sound of raindrops hitting the window told Feitan that the storm had begun. He glanced at his alarm clock to see it was only 1 am.

The short man groaned, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and walking across the floor, rubbing his tired eyes.

(Name) stood on the other side of the door. Of course it was her, who else could it be.

“Sorry for waking you up…”

The girl fidgeted with her oversized shirt, staring at the floor.

“… what do you want?”

Before (Name) could answer, a booming clash of lighting struck outside, the thunder shaking the house. (Name) jumped at the sound as all the color faded from her face.

She was trembling, tears starting run down her cheeks, unable to speak.

“… scared of storms?”

She could only nod, reaching out to grab onto his sleeve. Her hands were uncharacteristically cold, Feitan able to feel it through his shirt.

“Can…”

She looked away again in embarrassment.

“Can I sleep with you?”

A silence overtook the two, Feitan barely able to breathe.

“Repeat that.”

(Name) reached her hands up to cover her face.

“Can I sleep with you?”

Feitan felt his body warm at her words, gripping the doorframe so tight he felt like it might break.

One look at her scared face was enough for him to groan and pull her into his room.

“Fine. But stay on that side.”

He pointed to the left side of the bed, watching her climb in and make herself comfortable. He climbed in as well, his eyebrow raised when he saw she was facing him.

“… turn around.”

(Name) tilted her head. “Why?”

Feitan scowled and pushed her away. “Because I said so.”

(Name) grumbled as she turned, looking quite cute all cuddled up under his blanket. He rolled his eyes and watched as her breathing slowed, the girl falling asleep within 5 minutes.

How could she sleep so easily in the same bed as a man, a bad man at that? He turned around before he could think about her being next to him any further, trying to calm down his racing heart.

Feitan was again woken up, not to a sound, but to a feeling.

He felt the distinct weight of a limb plopping down on his waist, pulling him closer. When he turned back around to see what the hell his bed partner was doing, he was a bit surprised(and turned on).

She was still asleep, but had wrapped her leg around his waist, pulling him towards her. Her arms were reaching out, patting the bed next to her, seemingly searching for something.

Now that he was turned to face her, her leg pulled him ever closer until their hips were pressed together and her hands could reach him. She sighed in content then, her fingers brushing through his hair slowly.

Feitan was having an internal struggle. On one hand, he knew he should push her off and go back to sleep. On the other…

Feitan grabbed her by the waist and pulled her even closer, letting her head rest against his chest. His nose buried itself in her hair, his hands trembling as they gripped the fat on her hips.

He had never held someone before, panting softly into her hair. Feitan wasn’t sure how to feel, finding comfort in her warmth, but discomfort in her being so close, so vulnerable to his touch.

He would never try anything indecent, especially after she trusted him enough to sleep next to him. But he could feel a certain part of him harden against her hips. He bit the inside of his cheek, gripping her waist harder.

His eyes flitted down to her face. She looked so content in his arms, a cute smile on her lips. Would she be smiling if she were awake to feel he was getting hard just from her being pressed against him?

In the morning, Feitan would push her off of him before she woke up and try to forget the feeling of her body pressed against his, but tonight he lost himself in her scent, letting his hands hold onto her hips and waist.

As if she was his, and his alone.

——————

Unfortunately, (Name) woke up before he did.

Although Feitan had drifted away from her in the night, his hand was intertwined with hers, and there was a certain… bulge in his pants that stood up a bit too high for (Name) not to notice.

The girl pulled the blanket over his body, trying not to look at it. She had learned in Sex Ed that men could get morning wood, but she hadn’t even thought that could happen to a man like Feitan.

At the feeling of the blanket brushing against his chest, Feitan awoke, blinking open his eyes and turning to see (Name) hovering near him, her boobs right above his face as she attempted to cover him up without waking him.

“What you doing?”

The girl squeaked, her hand supporting her slipping on the sheet.

Feitan didn’t process what was happening until her boobs plopped down onto his face.

And he really couldn’t complain.

“Oh my- Feitan I’m so sorry!”

She quickly pulled back, scurrying off the bed. The man laid there, just taking everything in. Feitan could really get used to this, these small intimate moments of her body against his.

But Feitan knew he couldn’t allow his thoughts to wonder, instead pushing the girl off his bed.

“… out.”

—————

(Name) felt very embarrassed. Not only had she seen him hard, she’d also fallen on top of him. Had she hurt his face? (Name) knew she wasn’t exactly a small woman, but he was a smaller than average man.

She busied herself with making breakfast, jumping at the occasional sound of thunder. Feitan exited his room about 30 minutes later, his face flushed even worse than last time.

“Feitan, are you alright? You’re all red.”

(Name) leaned forward and pressed her lips against his forehead, the man’s hand immediately shooting out to grab her shoulders and push her away.

“What are you doing!?”

He could feel his face turn an even brighter red, the tips of his ears scarlet. (Name) seemed confused by his reaction, Feitan’s mouth agape.

“I’m checking your temperature? My hands are too warm from cooking to get an accurate read.”

She gently leaned back forward, pressing her lips to his forehead again. When she pulled back, the man couldn’t speak.

“You’re warm… why don’t you just rest for today? I’ll bring you breakfast when it’s ready.”

She patted his shoulder before walking back into the kitchen. The man rushed back to his room, groaning.

It was annoying, the way his body reacted to her touch. Feitan couldn’t help but wrap his hand around his leaking cock, panting as he jerked off to the lingering feeling of her lips against his skin.

——————

Feitan didn’t open his door when she brought breakfast to him, yelling out for her to leave him alone.

He continued to stay in his room until an hour later, grabbing his(now cold) breakfast and scurrying back to his room, refusing to even glance in (Name)’s direction.

Feitan hated how much of an effect she held over him. His body craved her, in both a loving and sexual way. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, but also slip his hands into her panties and-

He smacked his hand over his face, groaning. What had gotten into him all of a sudden, he was acting like some kind of pervert. Feitan never had such a strong reaction to a woman’s touch before.

A knock on the door distracted him from his thoughts. Thankfully his boner had finally gone down, allowing him to answer the door without too much embarrassment.

“Feitan, are you okay? You’ve been avoiding me all day.”

Fuck, he’d gotten her worried over him while he sat in his room jerking off to the thought of her. He sighed, moving past her and walking into the living room.

“I’m fine. Just tired.”

“Oh, did I do something to keep you up last night?”

He paused at this, glancing back at her. “Why you ask?”

“Oh, supposedly I move a lot in my sleep. Sorry, I should have warned you.”

The girl fidgeted with the fabric of her shirt, looking down in embarrassment.

“Yeah. Threw your leg on me and wouldn’t let me go.”

Her face shot up, now as red as him.

“Oh my god, Feitan I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you? Is that why you aren’t feeling well?”

He scoffed and sat down on the couch, crossing his legs. “You can’t hurt me. Light as a feather.”

(Name) leaned over the back of the couch to look at him, still worried. “Are you sure, I know I’m-“

Feitan grabbed her arm and lifted her into the air with ease. He stood, holding her up by her butt and giving her a smug look.

“Light.”

She gasped out in shock, wiggling out of his grasp and falling onto the couch. “Wow… feitan you’re so strong! I mean I already knew you could pick me up but…”

She looked up at him in awe. He hadn’t strained at all when lifting her, as if she was made of air. Feitan couldn’t help but feel a little proud, plopping down on the couch next to her.

“See? No problem.”

It was (Name)’s turn to look confused now. “Then why did you have trouble sleeping if it wasn’t because I was heavy?”

He didn’t answer that one.

——————

The next few days went on the same, with (Name) joining Feitan in his bed at night as the storm raged on. He was slowly getting used to her sleepy cuddles, leaning into it more than he cared to admit.

The sun came out for the first time Monday. A sigh of relief came to (Name)‘s lips when she woke up to clear skies, stretching out across the bed like a cat before waking Feitan up.

“Feitan, the storms gone!”

Feitan grumbled, half awake. “Go back to sleep.”

(Name) gave him a sly smile. “Oh, you want me to cuddle up with you and go back to sleep? As you wish!”

The girl crawled over and attempted to snuggle up into his chest, but was quickly pushed away so hard she went rolling off the bed.

Feitan turned back over and attempted to go back to sleep, but he was now wide awake.

‘How dare she tease me… stupid girl.’

“Feitan..?”

He groaned and turned to look at her, the girl having crawled back into bed.

“What you want?”

She peeked at him, using a pillow to prop herself up. “You’re leaving soon, aren’t you?”

He paused for a moment, then nodded. “In three weeks, boss will come pick me up.”

She looked down, frowning into her pillow. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Feitan sat up. They had caught his full attention.

“Why?”

She played with a loose string coming from the pillow case. “Well… your job is dangerous right?”

Feitan tried to think of how to answer that. Of course his job was dangerous, he risked his life for every mission, but did he want her to worry?

“… it is, but I’m strong. Don’t have to worry about me.”

(Name) sighed, rolling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling. How was he going to tell her they may never see each other again after Chrollo’s questions were answered?

“I think I’ll always worry about you, because you’re important to me.”

Feitan’s resolve began to crumble. How did she always know what to say to pull at his cold heartstrings?

“I…”

Words did not come easily to the black haired man, especially words to explain his affections for her.

(Name) smiled and grabbed his hand, squeezing it lightly.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to say anything that makes you uncomfortable. Just being together with you for the time we have left will be enough for me.”

But it wouldn’t be enough for him. Feitan squeezed her hand back, not able to answer.

In his heart, he knew that she was important to him, someone he couldn’t bear to lose. He just hoped Chrollo would understand that.

They were thieves after all, and who was Chrollo to deny Feitan of something that had caught his eye?

—————

The next week passed by quickly, with (Name) scurrying around in a frenzy. Feitan spent most of his time training to recover his strength, leaving in the morning and returning at night.

He could tell that the girl wanted him there with her more often, but part of him wanted to drift away slowly. Maybe it would make his departure easier on her. After all, their continued friendship wasn’t something that was guaranteed. Chrollo may have said he would owe (Name) a debt, but that didn’t mean Feitan would get to have anything to do with her.

The past two days (Name) had been uncharacteristically quiet, giving him short responses and always in the kitchen.

She was up to something, he just knew it.

As the week ended, Feitan came home near dark to (Name) in the kitchen, hovering over something.

Using In to hide his presence, Feitan snuck up behind her to see what she had been hiding from him.

“What are you hiding?” Feitan whispered into her ear.

The girl jumped up in fright, icing flying from a small piping bag. “Hey! I thought I told you to stop sneaking up on me! I’m gonna pee my pants one day and I WILL make it your problem.”

Feitan rolled his eyes, glancing over her shoulder to peek at what she was making.

It was a small cake, with the words “Happy Birthday Feitan” written in her messy handwriting. He was shocked, physically backing away.

“Why?”

All he could do was ask why. He hadn’t been the kindest to her during her stay, so why did she feel the need to make him such a thing? He couldn’t understand.

“I just felt like it. Everyone deserves to have a day where their birth is celebrated. I’m happy you were born, Feitan.”

So many things were racing through his mind. Him hurting her, the softness of her touch, the way she smiled at him with such love and adoration that it made his stomach hurt. It was all too much.

Feitan was out the door before he could think, slamming it behind him.

Was being with her really worth it? He felt so weak in her presence, like he would do anything she asked of him.

His heart pounded in his chest, tears falling from his eyes as he processed her words.

She was happy he’d been born.

He felt like he was going to throw up. She didn’t know the real him, the Feitan that had killed hundreds and tortured countless more without blinking an eye.

Her Feitan was grumpy and mean sometimes, but she didn’t pay any mind to that.

Would she still wish he’d been born if she knew all the lives he’d snuffed out? Did her care for him outweigh his sins?

He didn’t want to care so much about someone he wasn’t completely sure about.

Then he remembered something (Name) had said to him.

“You’re good enough to me.”

He knew she wasn’t stupid, in fact (Name) was incredibly intelligent, if a bit ditzy at times. She knew he was a thief, and was capable of murder, she’d witnessed him cut off a man’s arm.

Yet (Name) treated him the same.

Part of him wanted to hate her for that. What kind of idiot would allow a man who cut off someone’s arm right in front of her to sleep next to her in bed with no hesitation? It was frustrating. Feitan wasn’t ever supposed to feel this way about a person, his heart had hardened long ago.

But he knew she didn’t care about that. She knew he had done it for her sake, her touch still gentle and kind.

He didn’t need to know if she would still smile at him if she knew his true self. Feitan wanted to be in her presence for as long as possible, soaking in her warmth in hopes to retain some of it in his heart.

‘I want her…”

Feitan paused, blinking. He… wanted her? Why her? What made that girl so special to him?

His heart couldn’t lie and tell him anything but that. He wanted her, and her alone. In his mind she was his, and he was hers.

Feitan turned back around, the soft evening breeze helping to cool him down. He needed to get back to her.

And he knew she’d be there, waiting for his return.

——————

When Feitan got home, she was there. He’d already known she would be, not even having to sense her presence. She was always there, a consistency in his inconsistent life.

The house had been decorated for his birthday, his favorite meal on the table. A few gifts sat next to his birthday cake, wrapped in black wrapping paper with purple bows.

“Happy Birthday Feitan!”

Although he’d been gone for over an hour, (Name)’s smile didn’t lose its shine, only growing brighter when he walked in.

The man didn’t say anything, only sitting down next to her and leaning his head against his shoulder.

Right now, words couldn’t describe how he felt. He could only show his appreciation through actions.

Feitan planted a kiss on her forehead, bringing her in for a hug.

The two didn’t speak, but (Name) did giggle and squeeze him tightly as she did, rubbing soothing circles into his back.

When they broke apart, (Name) looked at him with such love and adoration that Feitan couldn’t help but give her the first smile he’d worn in years. (Name)s eyes widened, her hands gently cupping his cheeks.

“You look nice when you smile, Feitan.”

He wanted to say it was her smile that was beautiful to him, but he only nodded and leaned into her touch, his lips brushing against her hands in a secret kiss.

“Let’s have dinner, yeah?”

The two ate quickly, both excited to eat cake and open presents.

After she sang happy birthday to him, he blew out the candles.

“Make a wish! But remember, you can’t tell anyone what it is, or it won’t come true!”

Feitan closed his eyes, thinking of what he really wanted in that moment.

‘I wish… that I’ll see (Name) again.’

That was the only thing his heart wanted.

After eating their fill of cake and ice cream, (Name) placed the first of the three presents in front of him.

“Go ahead, open it!”

Feitan pulled at the wrapping paper, glancing up at her to make sure he was doing it right. “You’re doing it! Look!”

It was a brand new journal, bound in leather with his name embroidered on the front. The journal would be perfect for keeping track of heists and dates he’d need to meet up with the spiders. It looked expensive.

“How you get this?”

“Oh, I traded some of my jams to a local leather smith! He makes leather bounded journals, and he’s a sucker for homemade goods!”

She plopped the second present into his lap after he set aside the journal.

Feitan opened it up, his face lighting up.

It was the newest volume of the sci-fi manga chrollo had introduced him to so long ago!

“I saw you liked that manga, so I got you the newest volume! You said you were caught up, but I found the author online and saw he would be releasing a volume soon, so I preordered it! You have one of the first copies.”

Feitan held the book to his chest, sighing in contentment.

The last present was opened slowly, Feitan blinking down at it.

It was a dark purple scarf, with a little skull embroidered at the edge.

“I know it’s summer, but since you’re leaving soon I made you a scarf in case you get cold in the winter.”

It was soft, sewn together with love. Feitan also noticed, much to his surprise, that it smelled heavily of her perfume. Had she sprayed it with it?

“Thank you.”

(Name) only smiled in reply, giving him a sideways hug.

The two ended the night by watching a scary movie Feitan had picked out, (Name) nearly jumping into his lap several times. He almost wished she did, wondering if she’d mind something poking into her butt as she straddled him.

(Name) ended up falling asleep before it ended, leaning against Feitan’s shoulder and snoring. He snickered, taking a picture of her messy face and saving it on his phone.

After that, he carried her to her room and tucked her into bed, not able to hold himself back from climbing into bed with her.

It was his birthday, so it wouldn’t be so bad to spend it cuddled up next to the woman he loved, right?

As he drifted off with her right next to him, he imagined a future with her.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

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Reunited

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

Part 32

Part 31

Part 33

“Would you like to fight me, (Name)?”

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

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

“What did you say?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hisoka leaned against the wall. “Go on.”

Chrollo approached the three, stepping between Hisoka and Feitan.

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

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

“You can call it, Feitan.”

Chrollo threw it into the air. “Heads.”

Hisoka closed his eyes, smiling. “Tails.”

The coin landed on Chrollo’s hand, revealing…

“It’s tails.”

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

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

“(Name), I-“

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

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

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

‘It broke so easily… I…’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wouldn’t be stopping him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Any other rules?”

The man nodded. “Yes. No nen.”

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

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

“I’m ready.”

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

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

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

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

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

But (Name) was faster.

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

Red spurted from his nose as he steadied himself.

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

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

“Mmm… this is turning me on.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hisoka let go of me before I-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want to die!?”

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

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

But it wasn’t from the pain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

��I’m okay. See?”

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

Feitan stared at her for a moment before snickering.

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

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

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

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

‘She’ll be worthy enough to kill.’

——————

“Fei, are you mad at me?”

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

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

“… not mad.”

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

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

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

“Hmm? You like when I worry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fei…”

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

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

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

“Fei?”

He shook his head. “Don’t know.”

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

‘You really shouldn’t.’

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

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

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

———————

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uvogin has not returned.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t, will wake her up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“… already seen… things.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re not sure if he’s dead yet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fei… don’t leave…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Touchy brat.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, she’s waking up!”

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

“Taking you home. Almost there.”

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

“Did Uvo come home?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Busy. Phinks just do it.”

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

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

“Breakfast is almost ready, boys.”

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

“Here, I’m done.”

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

“These are for each of you.”

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

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

“Why flowers?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll eat after I finish this batch.”

“Why making more?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But I don’t wanna be alone…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

The black haired man only smirked as they walked.

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

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

—————

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

“Hello?”

“(Name), it’s me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, and I saw Hisoka. We fought!”

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

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

“(Name).”

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

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

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

“I won’t repeat myself.”

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

He was silent for a moment, contemplating.

“I’d kill him.”

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

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

“Kurapika…”

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

“… alright. I won’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Kurapika’s missions always came first.

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

(Name) pouted. “Yeah… I miss you.”

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

‘More than you know.’

The two exchanged goodbyes before they both hung up.

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

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

——————

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

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

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

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

Bake until she passed out.

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

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

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Reunited

Part 29

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

part 28

part 30

A/N: this chapter is a little short because it’s at the very end of feitan and readers backstory. I was going to go ahead to the present time but it didn’t look good, so I scrapped it. The next chapter will go back to present time!!

warnings: This is not proofread at all 🫶

Two weeks passed by quietly, nights spent staying up late watching movies and anime together.

Feitan was still gone most of the day, but he’d come home for lunch to eat with (Name). He wanted to spend as much time with her as possible while still training his body and nen.

The last week of his stay, (Name) became a lot clingier, her hugs and touches increasing by the day.

Feitan would let her slide for the most part, but being touch sensitive, he’d toss her onto whatever soft surface available to get her away from him. He didn’t want to spend his last week with her locked away in his room with a boner.

(Name) was currently crouched in her garden, pulling out weeds and watering the vegetables. It was Thursday, only a few days away from Chrollo arriving.

Or so she thought.

“Hello, (Name).”

The girl was spooked, nearly falling onto her her plants, but thankfully she’s caught by the back of her shirt. “Woah there, careful dear. You’ve been tending to this garden so diligently, wouldn’t want to crush them, hmm?”

(Name) turned to see a man smiling down at her, wearing an obnoxiously large coat while (Name) sweater in her tshirt and shorts.

“Are you okay?”

The man blinked down at her. “Okay? What do you mean by that?”

“I mean you are very strangely dressed for the weather. Your chest is out and you’ve got a coat on. Would you like a glass of lemonade?”

He smiled, clearly amused. “That sounds lovely.”

(Name) lead the man by the hand inside, pouring him a cool glass of lemonade and making him a sandwich. “How did you get all the way out here? You know it’s not safe to wander in the country alone.”

She scolded him, setting a ham sandwich down on the table. He watched her with a patient smile, trying to hold back a laugh.

The girl was as kind as Uvogin had said. Not many people invited strangers into their house for snacks because they were dressed strangely.

“I can walk you into town after my friend gets home. If I leave without him he gets all grumpy. I think it’s because he’s protective, but he won’t admit it.”

She giggled to herself, munching on her own sandwich. Chrollo hummed in response, sending Feitan a quick text to say he’d arrived.

Chrollo took a sip of his lemonade, weirdly enjoying the soft atmosphere of her home. It felt homely, not a house but a home, somewhere people lived their lives instead of staying the night. (Name) reflected her home, her eyes bright and smile wide.

Having only spent a total of ten minutes in her presence, he was beginning to understand Feitan’s attraction to her.

The sound of someone running across the porch caught (Name)’s attention, Chrollo already knowing by their aura who it was.

“Feitan, you’re home e-“

“Boss.”

Feitan took a second to breathe before speaking. “Thought you were coming Monday.”

Chrollo shrugged, sipping on his lemonade. “I finished my job quicker than expected, so I decided to come early and… observe.”

(Name) tilted her head at the two, looking between them before dropping her sandwich.

“You’re… you’re Chrollo!!”

The man gave her a smile, leaning against the table.

“Guilty.”

Feitan groaned and flicked her forehead. “Why let him in without knowing? Stupid girl.”

(Name) whined, holding her forehead. “He looked like he was thirsty… and he’s like really handsome.”

She whispered the last part, but Chrollo heard. “Why, thank you.”

Feitan frowned at her words. “Handsome men kill too, dumdum.”

(Name) crossed her arms. “I’m mostly kidding. He just… didn’t have a malicious vibe, if you get what I’m saying.”

That peaked both of their interests.

“What you mean by that?” Feitan asked, leaning against the counter. She hummed.

“Well, when I meet someone new, they either have a good vibe or a bad vibe. I can almost feel when someone has malicious intent. I felt it when you saved me from that man that broke in.”

Feitan glanced at Chrollo, signaling that they would talk about this later. “I see, (Name). That’s quite interesting.”

Chrollo pushed his empty lemonade glass and plate to the side, (Name) quickly grabbing both and refilling his drink. What a considerate host!

“Do you need somewhere to stay while you’re in town? You can have my bed or the pull out cou-“

“He can have my bed.”

Feitan waved to his room, folding his arms over his chest. (Name) nodded. “Yeah, you can just sleep with me then!”

The shirt man’s face went red and Chrollo just smiled at him.

“Oh.”

That’s all Chrollo had to say, and somehow it was worse than being full on teased.

“Thank you for opening your house up to me, dear.”

——————

“So, your girlfriend seems like she’s close to awakening her nen.”

Feitan glanced at Chrollo from his seat on (Name)’s porch, scoffing. “Not my girlfriend.”

Chrollo rolled his eyes. “Uh huh. What do you think her nen would be?”

“Does it matter? She won’t be needing it.”

Chrollo hummed. “Humor me.”

Feitan sighed, watching (Name) swim along the river.

“… probably specialist. She’s unique. Not like anyone I’ve met before.”

“Really? Is that good or bad?”

Chrollo already knew the answer, just by the way a Feitan looked at her.

“… good. She’s a good girl.”

(Name) surfaced, yelling out to feitan.

“Feitannn! I saw a fish again!”

“Don’t have to tell me every time.”

She pouted. “I’m going to anyways!”

She dipped back under the waves, Feitan snickering at her words.

When (Name) had her fill of swimming, she walked onto the porch, her bathing suit dripping water. “Feitan, did you see where I put my towel?”

She scurried around the porch, bending over to see if it was under the table. Feitan glanced from her butt to chrollo, who was also looking. The shirt haired man stiffened.

“…”

Feitan ran inside and grabbed her a towel, quickly wrapping it around her. “Third time you forget.”

(Name) sighed, snuggling up under her towel and letting herself warm up under the sun. “Sorryyy!”

The girl dries herself off, then dropped her towel onto an empty seat. She pulled on her pair of shorts and stepped into her flip flops.

“Do you boys want to go blackberry picking with me?”

——————

(Name) let chrollo borrow one of her shirts, telling him it was way too hot to be wearing that big coat, and if he did just looking at him would make her pass out.

He walked out of her room wearing a black shirt with sailor moon on the chest, seemingly unbothered.

“Didn’t know you had black clothing.” Feitan said, carrying a basket in one hand and (Name)’s hand in the other. The path to the blackberry patch was covered in roots and potholes, (Name) having already tripped and scraped her knees twice.

If Chrollo weren’t there, he would have just carried her, but he had an image to keep up.

“Feitan, what’s your favorite color?”

“Black.”

“Ah, of course. Mine is-“

“Pink?”

“How did you guess!?”

Chrollo barely holds back a snicker. When he changed in her room, almost everything was pink, from her walls to the strawberry rug by her bed. Feitan shrugged his shoulders.

“Lucky guess.”

Although Feitan tried his best to act like holding her hand was a chore, when she’d trip, he’d hold onto her, his eyes soft as he steadied her. Chrollo watched this with great interest, his hands in his pockets.

Feitan wasn’t exactly the type to help someone, and he’d only ever held another persons hand when absolutely necessary.

“We’re here!”

The three look out upon a large bush of blackberries, spanning across the woodland. (Name) let’s go of Feitan’s hand to walk forward, humming as she checked the blackberries to make sure they were ripe enough to pick.

“Alright, let’s split up!”

Feitan takes a basket and walks off without another word, knowing the drill by now. Once he’s gone, (Name) loops her arm with Chrollo’s and pulls him away.

“I thought we were splitting up?”

He chuckles when you pout at him. “We will, I just need to talk with you first.”

“I see. Talk away.”

(Name) set her basket down and began picking berries. “Why don’t we play a game? I ask a question, you have to answer truthfully. Then you can do the same for me.”

This was perfect, Chrollo needed to question her anyways. “Sure, but if a question is too much I will not answer.”

“Fine with me. First, how do you and Feitan know each other?”

“We are childhood friends. My turn.”

He crouched down next to her and plucks a berry from her hand, throwing it into his mouth.

“What do you remember about your childhood in meteor city?”

(Name) doesn’t answer at first, and when Chrollo turns to look at her, his usual confident smirk falls from his lips.

She didn’t look angry or sad, she just looked… empty.

“I… was taken from the residential area when I was three years old. I don’t remember a lot, just a nice, but strict man in a… church I think? There were other children, but they were mostly older than me, so we never got to play with each other. There was this one girl though, who I remember.”

She placed another berry into her basket before smiling softly.

“Sarasa. That was her name. Her face is fuzzy, but I remember she had this fluffy purse and… Chrollo?”

The man was staring at her with wide eyes, his hand absentmindedly reaching out to grab her wrist. “Say that name again. Please.”

(Name) glanced down at his hand before answering. “Sarasa. Is the name familiar?”

His hand trembled slightly when he pulled it away, running his hands through his hair before he regained his composure.

“It is. So you knew her, huh?”

(Name) nodded, her smile brightening slightly. “Does that mean you do?”

He looked down, his smile faltering. “I did.”

The way he said that made (Name)’s stomach turn. She didn’t have to ask, she knew that something bad happened.

“When I was taken, they… they did a lot of things. Most of it has been blocked out, supposedly as coping mechanism. But the things I do remember…”

Her body began to tremble, her smile becoming a little less effortless.

“You don’t want to know, and I don’t want to talk about it.”

Chrollo watched her from the corner of his eye, his jaw tightening. He usually didn’t care about people outside of the spiders, but this was someone that had been close to Sarasa, someone that cared about her enough to be shedding tears for her.

“I see. Your turn to ask a question.”

She turned to look at him, wiping away her tears.

“Are you okay?”

Chrollo was taken back by her question, quickly shooting back at her. “Why do you ask?”

Her hand grasped his, the man looking at her hand quizzically, but not moving away.

“You seem… so tired. Emotionally, and physically. Wouldn’t you like to rest?”

This surprised him. “I…”

In so few words the girl had reached into his heart and pulled back the walls he had built up to keep prying eyes out.

Who was she? What kind of power did she possess to make the Head of the Phantom Troupe’s lip quiver like that of a child?

She didn’t say anything, just gave his hand another squeeze before letting go.

No tears fell, but for a moment he could feel them welling up in the corners of his eyes. Even in his movement of small weakness, Chrollo’s eyes remained dry.

“Last question.”

(Name) didn’t look at him, but gave a nod to show she heard him.

“Would you be interested in joining our band of thieves?”

She’s quick to answer, a smile pulling at her lips. “I don’t think I would make a very good thief. I’m slow, and my strength doesn’t compare to the others I’ve seen in your group.”

Chrollo laughed. “I see. Is that a no, or…”

“It’s a ‘not now’. Maybe when I’ve passed the Hunter Exam I’ll take you up on your offer, but for now I’ll stick to being a law abiding citizen.”

She winked, dropping another handful of berries into her basket. Chrollo watched her, taking in the moment. It was quiet besides the sound of birdsong, (Name) breaking the silence by picking up her basket and standing.

“Okay, now we split up.”

She handed him the basket she kept underneath hers and walked off in the opposite direction Feitan took.

“You hear all that, Feitan?”

The short man stopped using In to hide his presence, walking out from behind the thick brush.

“Yes… she and Sarasa…”

He had the smallest of smiles on his lips. Chrollo nodded. “Yeah. I’m going to do some research to see if her claims are true, but at least from what I could see she wasn’t lying. Of course, the truth will come out once she meets Pakunoda.”

Feitan leaned against a tree. “… so we meet her again?”

Chrollo raised an eyebrow. “Of course we will. She’s your woman, is she not?”

Feitan sighed. It was getting harder to deny the obvious truth.

“Not my woman but… mine.”

Chrollo shrugged. “Whatever. She’s yours, so make sure you take good care of her. If she’s telling the truth, she was close to Sarasa, so that makes her an honorary Spider.”

The two went their separate ways to pick blackberries to keep (Name) from getting suspicious. Feitan crouched down, thinking back to the first time he’d met her, before he really knew her.

He cursed his stupid past self, spitting on the ground in annoyance. Feitan had hurt such a sweet girl, and he didn’t think he’d ever be able to truly forgive himself.

Even if she did.

——————

“Wow, that’s um… that’s a lot.”

The three gathered at (Name)’s house, the two having come back and forth when their baskets got full.

“You two were supposed to just fill a single basket, not several.”

She looked over her counter to see it covered in baskets and bowls of blackberries.

“Got more so you sell them.” Feitan replied, popping one into his mouth.

She giggled, pulling the basket he’d been snacking on away. “Don’t eat too many, you’ll get a tummy ache.”

He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling again. Chrollo didn’t know the last time he’d seen Feitan this relaxed, if ever at all.

“I’ll go and wash some fresh sheets for you. Feitan?”

He looked up.

“You’ve got a little…”

She swiped his cheek with her finger and stuck it in her mouth. “Black berry juice on your cheek.”

Feitan stared at her with his mouth parted slightly, unable to speak.

Chrollo pretended he wasn’t paying attention, his nose buried in a book, but he’d caught Feitan’s face flush. He smirked from behind his book.

————————

The next few days passed quickly, the day for Feitan’s departure finally arriving. (Name) woke up early to make a big breakfast and prepare lunches for the two to take with them.

She’d promised chrollo as much jelly, jam, and syrup as he could carry, which according to Feitan was a lot.

She and Feitan had been sharing a bed again, the man following her to the kitchen to watch her cook.

He’d been clinging to her side all morning, holding onto the sleeve of her shirt as she walked around and gathered ingredients. She found it cute, so she didn’t say anything.

“Feitan, I’m going to miss you.”

He gripped the sleeve of her shirt tighter, not able to meet her eyes.

“Miss you too.”

Her eyes widen slightly. For Feitan, that was basically telling her that she was someone he cared about.

“Aww, Fei!”

She pulled him into a hug, peppering kisses on his cheeks. He didn’t pull back, but he did stiffen and grip her shoulders. Taking her affection was getting easier, but it would always make his heart race and his palms sweaty.

“Used nickname.”

(Name) hadn’t even noticed. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even ask-“

“It’s okay. You can use it.”

His eyes were soft, cupping her cheek as he stared at her lips.

Feitan wanted to kiss her right now, to have a memory of her lips on his before he was gone for god knows how long.

“Um, should I leave you two be?”

At the sound of Chrollo’s voice, feitan was across the kitchen in less than a second. (Name) blinked, then tilted her head. “Leave us be? Why?”

Feitan held a hand over his chest. Had he… almost kissed her? He’d been so close to her lips meeting his, just about to close the gap in between them before Chrollo interrupted.

And for that, he sent Chrollo a glare.

She exchanged numbers with Feitan before he left, promising to send him pictures of the kitten as she aged.

And that was that.

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Reunited

Part 34

Illumi x Reader x Feitan(+Kurapika)

part 33

part 35

warnings: suggestive content

A/N: Kurapika is getting lucky next chapter 🫶

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(Name) stepped out of her shower feeling relieved in more ways than one. She’d orgasmed a few times before she was finally satisfied.

“Hmm…”

She sat with a towel wrapped around her on her bed, thinking about what to wear to her dinner date with Illumi. Her eyes landed on the lilac dress she’d bought when she’d gone shopping with Feitan.

“This should do…”

She stood up and placed the dress on her bed before stepping out into the living room to grab her purse. She’d retire her backpack for the night and take the small white purse for a more classy look.

Her towel slipped from her body, falling to the floor. Because she was alone, (Name) didn’t bother to cover herself, and just bent down to pick the towel up.

“With those heels, I might just have an outfit!”

He excitedly ran back to her room and pulled on a pair of her new lacy white panties. Feitan had picked them out for her, even if he’d had his face turned away while he did.

‘I wonder if they would like these…’

(Name) shook the thought from her head. She shouldn’t imagine the men in her life fawning over her underwear choice.

(Name) pulled her dress on, forgetting that it needed to be zipped up.

“Shit… maybe I can ask Illumi when he gets here?”

She continued getting ready. (Name) styled her hair, applied her makeup, and finished by spraying on her favorite perfume.

Knock knock knock!

(Name) set her bottle of perfume down and held her dress to her chest as she ran to the door.

She opened it to see Illumi standing on the other side, smiling down at her.

“Hello, (Name).”

His dark eyes took in her appearance hungrily, his hands twitching at his sides. He hadn’t seen her in so long, and he was aching to touch her.

“Illumi! Come in!”

She pulled the door open and gestured for him to walk in with a friendly smile. Illumi did as told, peeking at her from the corner of his eye to see her dress was unzipped in the back.

“Your dress?”

(Name) sighed. “I was actually just about to ask you to zip me up.”

He didn’t respond, instead grabbing her shoulders and turning her so her back was facing him.

Illumi looked down the expanse of her bare back, biting his lip. She was gorgeous, and this dress showed off all of her curves perfectly.

“Of course.”

He moved the zipper up her back, pausing only to give her one final look before pulling it the rest of the way.

“There.”

She turned around, looking up at him through her eyelashes. He hesitantly pushed a piece of hair out of her face, his touch gentle. “You look lovely.”

She looked away, flustered, warmth spreading through her cheeks.

“Thank you, Illumi.”

He stared down at her for a moment. Illumi had struggled to stay away from her these past past few months. Just being in her presence right now had his heart threatening to burst out of his chest.

“We should go. I’ve made reservations for dinner.”

Illumi took her hand and led her out the door, to a car parked outside. It was nice, nicer than any car she’d ever seen.

He opened the passenger door for her and closed it behind her before sliding into the drivers seat.

“Where’s the restaurant?”

Illumi pushed his hair back, glancing at her from his seat. “A few minutes away.”

She just nodded and stared out the window as he drove.

—————

Illumi pulled into the parking lot of a seemingly fancy restaurant, escorting (Name) to the door.

“After you, dear.”

(Name) walked through the door he held open with a smile, looking around with a gasp.

The restaurant wasn’t huge, only consisting of maybe 10 tables, but it was gorgeous. The walls almost seemed to glow red and yellow, creating enough light to see, but being dark enough for each table to have privacy.

A waiter appeared at their side, smiling. “Master Illumi, welcome. Your table is right this way.”

The man led them away from the front of the restaurant, opening a door to a private dining room. (Name) held onto Illumi’s arm as they walked.

“I’ll be right back with your drinks. Please, have seat and relax.”

The waiter left, closing the door behind them.

(Name) sat down, Illumi taking the seat across her. She played with her napkin.

“So… we should talk about… things.”

Illumi knew that she wanted to talk about what had happened, but he was still a little nervous. He had some things he wanted to tell her, and didn’t know how she’d react.

“Yes, we should. Let’s wait until our drinks arrive and we’ve ordered food.”

(Name) nodded. “Alright, that’s fair.”

The two chatted idly, (Name) doing most of the talking. Honestly, he was just happy to be near her again, and could listen to her talk for ages.

“I got to meet up with my friends too! Oh, I missed them so much and I even-“

She paused. It was probably for the best if she didn’t mention she’d been confessed to. And kissed. More than once.

“Hmm? You even what?”

Illumi tilted his head. “Oh, um… I even got to see Killua!”

This seemed to distract him from the fact she was holding back some other information. “Really? How is he?”

(Name) sighed. “He’s fine.”

The waiter walked in carrying their drinks, smiling. “Here you are! Are you ready to order?”

The two ordered their food, the waiter leaving shortly after.

Illumi looked like he wanted to say something, so (Name) stayed quiet.

“I…”

He took her hands in his, looking into her eyes. “I wanted to… apologize for what I said.”

She stayed quiet, but her eyes lit up.

“I… I never believed for one second that you only cared about money. You never have before.”

‘Never had before?’

“You’ve always been so kind and thoughtful, and never asked me for anything. Although sometimes I wish you would ask for a little…”

He trailed off, squeezing her hands lightly.

“What I’m trying to say is… I’m sorry. You did nothing to earn what I said to you, and even if you had it was still out of line. You’re important to me, and knowing I hurt your feelings…”

He grimaced, looking down at the table. (Name) squeezed his hands back.

“I see… I accept your apology Illumi. I’m really happy you didn’t actually believe in that… it’s a real weight off my shoulders.”

She sighed in relief and gave him that pretty smile of hers. “Is that all you wanted to say?”

Illumi hesitated on this. There were so many things he wanted to tell her. That she looked beautiful tonight, how he was her childhood friend and most importantly…

“I love you.”

He’d blurted this out without thinking, a mistake he didn’t make often. His cheeks turned a light pink when he realized he’d said they aloud.

Illumi searched her face for a reaction, desperate. She didn’t seem offended or upset, just… surprised, and… conflicted?

“You… love me?”

His words finally seemed to sink in, and the girl became visibly flustered. Her cheeks heated up in a blush.

“…”

Illumi leaned across the table and pulled her into a kiss. It was as gentle as he could manage, his hand on her face keeping her firmly in place.

When he pulled back, his eyes were half lidded, his tongue licking up the remnants of her strawberry flavored chapstick.

“Yes, I do. I…”

He sat back down and grabbed her hands. “I want to marry you, (Name).”

(Name) blinked and hurriedly let go of his hands. “M-marriage!? Illumi, I haven’t even been on a date with y-“

“Then let’s go on a date. I’ll take you anywhere you’d like to go.”

He pulled her hands back into his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles gently. ‘So soft…’

“Illumi…”

She sighed and looked down. “Marriage is… a big thing. You can’t just confess your love for me and say you want to get married. I haven’t even said if I reciprocated yet.”

“You don’t have to reciprocate my feelings now. You can grow to love me after we’re married.”

He lifted her hand to kiss it, (Name) groaning. “Illumi. I haven’t even agreed to marriage yet. And yes, if I marry someone I have to love them.”

Illumi paused, his eyes boring into her. “You said you wouldn’t mind marrying me, before. Has… something changed?”

He felt something awful begin to well up in his stomach. Had she fallen for one of her friends?

“I said I wouldn’t mind, not that I would marry you or was ready for it.”

She lifted one of her hands to rub her temple. “Illumi, I’m not rejecting you, or saying I would never marry you. I just…”

Illumi’s grip tightened on her hand. “What?”

She decided not to acknowledge the tone of his voice.

“I’m not ready for that. For… any of this. I’m not even sure how I feel about you, about anyone yet.”

“Anyone?”

(Name) felt the air begin to change.

“Does that mean there is someone else?”

She looked away. “… kind of? I mean I’m not sure how I feel for them either.”

“Them? Plural?”

(Name) nodded hesitantly. Illumi would have never thought he’d have any competition for (Name)’s hand, considering he thought she was already HIS. The thought of any other man taking her from him made his skin crawl.

“…”

He bit the inside of his cheek so hard it bled, his eyes closing as he attempted to calm himself down.

‘She hasn’t rejected you, and obviously has to feel SOMETHING for you. Calm yourself before you scare her off.’

Before Illumi could think any further, (Name) stood up and approached him. “(Name)?”

She didn’t respond, only wrapping her arms around him. He quickly pulled her in closer, his nose burying itself into her hair. God, he missed having her in his arms.

“I do care for you, Illumi. A lot. Please don’t think you come second to anyone. This isn’t what this is about. I just need time to think things over, okay? Until then…”

She pulled away and pecked his lips before kissing him again, this time deepening it.

Illumi melted into her lips, his hands roaming her back. Before his fingers could reach her zipper to pull it down, there was a knock on the door.

(Name) pulled away and sat down, smiling at him.

“Be patient, okay?”

She gave him a wink before the waiter walked in with their food.

Illumi wasn’t a patient man by nature, but for her, he felt like he could wait for forever if it meant those lips would be on his again.

———————

After dinner, Illumi got a call from Hisoka and had to leave. She wasn’t sure why, but he seemed rather annoyed.

“I’m sorry, I planned on staying with you overnight, but it seems I’m needed.”

He cupped her cheek, the girl confused. “Overnight? Why?”

He tilted his head, leaning towards her from his seat in the car. “To make love to you, of course.”

(Name)’s jaw dropped. “Make- oh.”

(Name) wasn’t exactly opposed to having sex with Illumi, in fact she was quite hot and bothered after being kissed by two handsome men in one day, but she was a little surprised he’d said this out loud.

“My apologies, I’ll make it up to you later.”

He kissed the top of her head. “I have to go now. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to see you again, but it should be soon. How much longer are you staying in York New?”

(Name) sighed. “I haven’t bought my tickets home yet, so I don’t have any scheduled time to leave. I have to be out of my condo in a two days, though.”

Illumi nodded. “I see. I can pick you up and take you to the manor when you are ready. We’ll have more privacy there.”

(Name) was about to complain about not agreeing to leaving with him and the fact that they would not have any privacy in his home, but he was already parking and leaving the car to let her out.

“Goodnight, (Name).”

He gave her a final kiss. His kisses were a bit awkward and rough, but with a little guidance they were becoming softer, sweeter. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip, causing her mouth to open in a gasp and give his tongue access.

(Name) moaned into his mouth as his hands squeezed her ass. If Illumi didn’t have to leave, he would have kicked her door open and taken her on the floor if he had to.

Illumi pulled away, their tongues connected by a strand of saliva. (Name) blushed profusely at his expression. She could just feel the tension in the air, and in his hands.

“G-goodnight to you too.”

(Name) walked into her condo, pulling her dress over her head and throwing it into her closet. She was burning up, from the dress and from his kisses.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket to see Leorio had sent her a picture.

Silly<3: since you asked to see Kurapika’s disguise…

Silly<3 sent an image!

It was a picture of Kurapika dressed in his disguise, applying lipstick. It was surprisingly attractive, (Name) kicking her feet as she took on his appearance.

“He sure is pretty…”

She sighed. There were no other messages. Feitan must of been busy, and she knew the rest of her friends were as well.

She could feel her panties get wet as she remembered the past few days. Feitan calling her a good girl, Kurapika groping her, Illumi saying he was going to fuck her…

This much attention was making her head spin. She slipped her fingers into her core, whining against her pillow as she fingered herself to the thought of being fondled and touched by all these men.

It was too much, the girl whimpering and whining as she reached her high, cumming on her fingers.

‘This is so dirty…’

She stood and walked to the shower to clean the stickiness from her legs.

After her shower, (Name) lied back in her bed in just a pair of panties and her shirt, sighing softly into the plush material of her pillow.

———————

(Name) was awoken by her blanket being tugged off of her. “Wake u-“

She whimpered at the sudden coldness, pawing at where her blanket had been.

“Rest of you, out. Now.”

“But-“

“Out.”

(Name) slowly rubbed at her eyes before she opened them.

“Oh, Fei! What’s up?”

She smiled at him, arching her back as she stretched before collapsing on the bed again. He stared at her body, seemingly transfixed on her lower half…

‘Oh. I only wore panties and a shirt to bed…’

She squeaked and rushed past him to her bathroom to throw on a pair of pajama pants. Feitan watched her run, noticing the slight bounce her ass made when she did.

He didn’t even bother trying to calm his racing heart down, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from getting hard. Did she have to arch her back, making the imprint of her pussy in her strawberry panties completely visible to him?

She walked back out of her room wearing a pair of shorts that were a bit too short considering he wasn’t the only one in her condo, but Feitan wasn’t the type to tell her what she could and couldn’t wear.

She didn’t meet his eye, quickly shuffling past him and into the living room.

“Hey there, strawberries!” Shalnark waved to her, his cheeks a light pink.

(Name) gasped and her hands immediately went to her butt. “Did you…”

“Yep! We saw!”

“We!?”

She glanced around the room to see Phinks and Nobunaga sitting on her couch. They both seemed a little flustered, Phinks hiding it better than Nobunaga, who was a blushing mess.

Neither of them could look her in the eye.

“Didn’t think you’d be sleeping half naked.” Feitan said as he left her room, glad that he was wearing his cloak to hide himself.

“Well I didn’t think you’d be bursting into my room! You could have knocked or something!”

“I did. For five minutes.”

Her eyebrow twitched, and Shalnark wasn’t helping much with the way his eyes were following her ass as she walked.

“Jesus…” she walked to the kitchen and pulled out a juice box, which she sipped on while they began to talk.

“What’s the reason you’re all gathered here anyways? Didn’t know my condo was a hang out…” she’d said this jokingly, but the air grew cold all of a sudden.

“Wait, I wasn’t being serious, you’re all always welc-“

“Not that.”

Feitan looked down at the floor, clutching the fabric of his coat tightly.

She frowned. One look around the room told her that what they needed to say was serious.

“Last night…”

Feitan stepped forward, ready to bring her into his arms.

“Pakunoda died.”

(Name) stared at the short man, her eyes wide with shock. A small tremble entered her limbs, her hands slowly lifting to cover her mouth.

“No…”

Feitan pulled her close as she began to cry, openly sobbing into his shoulder. “No… not Pakunoda too…”

(Name) hadn’t known her long, but after she’d seen (Name)’s trauma, she bonded with her.

She’s promise to show Pakunoda her cats one day, even offering to let her adopt one of the kittens Tammy had.

But now she was gone. Forever.

Nobunaga stood up, walking towards the pair. He was tall and a little intimidating to the shorter girl, but she wiped away her tears and looked up to face him anyways.

“You… you cried for Uvogin and Pakunoda. And the flowers you gave us…”

He pulled one of the paper daisies from his kimono. “It’s a testament to your kindness. We wanted you to know Pakunoda had been thankful to you, for letting her see your past.”

He gave her a sad smile, something that must of been hard to do, considering two of his childhood friends had passed within the past two days.

“I… I’m so sorry. If I had been with you I could have-“

Feitan stopped her by covering her mouth with his hand. “Shh. Don’t be sorry. You there, would have gotten you killed.”

Shalnark was the next one to approach, patting her head. “We all know what comes with what we do. Every member of the group understands that death is inevitable, and that our work means it’ll come for us quicker than it would normal people. Pakunoda knew this, and accepted her fate.”

She couldn’t help the tears streaming down her face. “But… but…”

“Shh. You couldn’t have done anything to change what happened. She was killed instantly, no nen could have saved her.”

Shalnark gave her a hug if his own, rubbing soothing circles into her back. (Name) sniffled, finally drying up her tears enough to be let go and start making breakfast.

The four watched from the living room as she sniffled while mixing up scrambled eggs and flipping pancakes.

“She’s cooking breakfast?” Shalnark asked.

“Cooks when she’s stressed.” Feitan answered.

A few minutes into cooking she got a call.

‘It’s Leorio!’

“Hello?”

“(Name), we need you right now! Kurapika… he’s hurt.”

(Name) dropped her spatula to the floor, causing Feitan to look up from reading one of the books sitting on her table. “(Name)?”

“Where are you?”

Feitan walked over as (Name) wrote down an address on a piece of paper, before turning to Feitan.

“Can any of you cook?”

Shalnark poked his head up. “I can, at least breakfast foods.”

She handed him her apron and ran to her room, throwing off her shirt before she even closed the door all the way.

“Your girlfriend has so self preservation.” Phinks said, turning to Feitan with a raised eyebrow.

Feitan decided he wasn’t in the mood to correct him. “Not wrong.”

She walked out of her room wearing a pair of jogging pants and a sweater, hopping around as she attempted to pull on her other shoe and talk to someone over the the phone.

“Yes, yes I’ll be there in 15 minutes. Please tell him I’ll be there.”

She rummaged through the cabinets and grabbed a pop tart before walking towards her front door.

“(Name) what are you doing?”

She paused for a moment as Feitan grabbed her sleeve. “A friend of mine was hurt, and I need to go help him. Shalnark, sweetheart, can to finish up breakfast? You all can stay as long as you need, just-“

“I come with you.”

(Name) sighed, pulling at his hand. “Fei, that’s an awful idea. I know you all have been up to something, and it’s not a good idea to be out and about during the day.”

She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “I’ll be back tonight. Maybe. See ya!”

She left while he was distracted by the kiss, closing the door behind her.

He couldn’t turn around and face his friends with his cheek as red as a tomato.

“Ooo, someone’s going to get lucky t-“

Feitan threw a shoe at Shalnark’s head.

—————

(Name) munched on her pop tart as she sat in the back of her cab, anxiously texting Leorio. He took a minute to respond.

Silly<3: he has a fever, everyone’s here right now.

(Name) held her backpack to her chest, hoping he’d be alright. Her heart thumped painfully against her ribs.

‘He promised he would be okay…’

The cab dropped her off in front of the small motel, (Name) jumping out and running to the entrance.

Killua and Gon were waiting for her outside. “(Name)!”

They led her to where Kurapika was resting, if you could call it that. The fever was causing him to thrash in bed and pant like an animal.

“Kurapika…”

She ignored everyone else in the room, Leorio shooing the others out of the way. She dropped down onto her knees next to him, pushing back his hair.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m here sweetheart.”

Just her hand infused with nen was enough to make him relax a bit, but to save his life she’d have to go to a level two.

The entire room went quiet when she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips. Even in his sleep, it was like he knew she was there.

“(Name)..” he muttered against her lips, his body finally relaxing. She pulled away and placed a hand on his forehead, sighing in relief.

“He’ll be okay.”

A woman behind her let out a breath she’d been holding in. “Oh, thank goodness. We were terrified the fever might kill him.”

She glanced back at the woman and smiled. “Your voice… it’s so pretty…”

Her eyes fluttered closed and she fell backwards into the floor.

“(NAME)!”

She grunted, trying to pick herself up, but could barely move her limbs.

“(Name), what’s going on? Are y-“

She shook her head. “I’m fine. If I hadn’t been here… he would have died. My ability takes my stamina and gives it to whoever I kiss to help speed up their healing process. And he…”

Leorio helped her to a chair. “If he was able to zap away all your stamina…”

“Then he was near death.” Gon finished, watching over his friend with concerned eyes. The woman stepped forward with a smile.

“You care deeply for Kurapika. Differently than the others do.”

(Name) barely had the energy to be embarrassed, whimpering slightly. “Oh don’t expose me like that in front of everyone…”

‘Is it not obvious?’ Leorio thought, his eyebrow twitching.

The woman laughed. “My name is Melody, I’m a coworker of Kurapika.”

“I’m (Name), a friend.”

Killua watched this interaction with conflicted interests.

On one hand, he thought Kurapika could potentially be a much better match for (Name) than his brother. On the other, he knew that Illumi genuinely did love her, and despite their differences he did care for him.

(Name) stayed by Kurapika’s side the rest of the day, only stepping away to eat and use the bathroom. Leorio offered to watch over him when night fell, but she stayed by his side even then.

“I can’t leave him. If his fever spikes again, I want to be nearby.”

Leorio knew better than to argue, so he pulled the small couch over so she could at least rest comfortably against it as she watched over Kurapika.

He tossed and turned in his sleep, muttering something unintelligible. She took his hand and kissed each of his finger tips, sighing as his palm cupped her cheek. Even asleep, his touch was gentle and loving.

“Oh, Kurapika… my sweet boy…”

Tears welled up when she looked down at his exhausted expression. She wanted to make all of his pain go away, but her nen only worked on physical ailments, not emotional ones.

She hummed the Kurtan lullaby he’d sang to her months ago, running her hands through his blonde hair. This calmed him enough to keep him from thrashing.

(Name) woke up to the sound of her phone ringing in the middle of the night. She looked down at it groggily, rubbing her eyes.

‘Did I fall asleep?’

She answered it quickly and walked outside to talk to the person privately.

“Hello?”

“(Name), where are you? Said you’d come back tonight.”

It was Feitan, and he sounded both worried and irritated.

“I said maybe, Fei. His condition was worse than I thought, so I’ve been watching over him. I’ll need to give him more treatment when he wakes up.”

Feitan scoffed. “Can’t anyone else watch… him?”

(Name) raised an eyebrow. “Technically, yes, but I’m watching over him. He… he almost died.”

Feitan was quiet for a moment, the sound of people talking in the background making her sigh.

“Are you still at my condo?”

“Yes.”

“… is everyone else there too?”

“… yes…”

(Name) held back a giggle. “There’s a pull out couch and a few air mattresses in the storage closet. You can have my bed, the others can fight over who gets what.”

Feitan pushed his hand through his dark hair with a sigh. “You not coming, then?”

“I’m not. Sorry, Fei. I can be there tomorrow, though, promise.”

“Tomorrow… I get you dress in the morning. We have plans for tomorrow.”

“Dress? Do you even know my s-“

He only laughed, before hanging up. (Name) looked down at her phone with sleepy eyes before pocketing it and walking back inside. Killua was waiting for her by the door to Kurapika’s room.

“Who were you talking to?”

He didn’t look suspicious, just curious.

“Oh, just a friend. He seems to be jealous I’m spending so much time with Kurapika.”

She walked past Killua into Kurapika’s room, sitting beside him once more.

Killua sat down next to her and leaned his head against her shoulder. “It’s been a hard week for you, huh?” (Name) asked, wrapping her arm around him.

He didn’t answer. It felt nice to be comforted, for someone to recognize he was having a hard time. Not many people noticed when Killua was genuinely tired or upset.

“You should sleep. The auction is tomorrow, right? You’ll want to be fully rested.”

Killua nodded, but didn’t move. He was pretty tired, but he couldn’t bring himself to get up. She was warm, and safe. He just wanted to feel protected for a little bit longer.

(Name) chuckled, moving a bit. “Here, you can sleep next to me. There’s just enough room.”

She lied down and patted the bit of couch next to her. Usually, killua wouldn’t have taken her offer even if he wanted to, but tonight was different. He was anxious about the auction, about Kurapika’s condition. A little bit of comfort couldn’t hurt, right?

He crawled in next to her, the woman instantly wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. She was warm and soft, like a mother should be. He felt his eyes get heavy. It ordinarily took Killua hours to fall asleep, but now, he was about to pass out after only a minute of being in (Name)’s arms.

“Goodnight, Killua.”

He had fallen asleep, not able to say it back. She kissed the top of his head and pulled their blanket up to his chin. (Name) worried deeply did the boy. He’d never been so clingy before, whatever had happened the past few days must of been stressful.

She continued to hum that Kurtan lullaby throughout the night, only stopping when she fell asleep herself.

——————

(Name) awoke to the smell of something delicious. She pushed herself up, realizing that Killua was gone. ‘He probably left before everyone else woke up…’

She rubbed her eyes as she felt someone sit on the couch next to her. “Good morning, (Name). Got you some breakfast.”

It was Leorio, who was handing her a box of takeout. She took it with a grateful smile.

“Thank you, my nen takes a lot out of me.”

She began eating as other people filed into the room. Melody was there, alone with a strange man she hadn’t met before.

“Did you sleep okay?” Melody asked, giving her a smile. (Name) nodded, smiling back.

“Yes, I did. Thank you for being here for Kurapika. I’m sure he appreciates you.”

The woman was taken aback by this. ‘This girl… her heart beats for the sake of other people… what a kind sound…’

(Name) turned her attention back to Kurapika, planting another kiss on his forehead. “He’s doing a lot… better.”

She nearly fell again, but Leorio was there to catch her this time. “Woah, easy there. Warn us before you start treatment, doll face.”

She giggled, pinching his cheek. “Doll face?”

“If Kurapika can call you angel, I can call you doll face!”

His cheeks turned slightly pink, a pout on his lips. She smiled pulling him in for a hug.

“That’s fine with me.”

For a moment Leorio stared down at her, his hands on her waist. If Kurapika hadn’t confessed his love for her just a day ago, maybe Leorio would allow himself to feel something more for her.

But he couldn’t. Kurapika was obviously IN love with her. It wasn’t some crush or just lust, it was love.

“Yeah, yeah.”

He pulled away and ruffled her hair. “You’re like a magnet, ya know? You’re always pulling people in.”

(Name) tilted her head, confused. “Magnet?”

He laughed. “Never mind. Go ahead and eat your breakfast. We’re going to go grocery shopping. You think you can make lunch?”

She nodded. “I’ll make some soup that Kurapika can eat when he wakes up.”

The group left, leaving (Name) with Gon, Killua, and the still asleep Kurapika.

“We’re going to get ready for the auction.”

Killua stayed quiet next to Gon, staring at her with his blue eyes. He seemed to be trying to tell her something.

“Gon, could you grab me a drink?”

“Yeah sure!”

The boy raced off, leaving the two alone. Killua stared at her for a moment more before sighing and slowly wrapping his arms around her.

‘He’s shy, that’s adorable.’

She didn’t say this out loud, only humming again while patting his back. “Thank you. For last night.”

He kept a grip on the back of her shirt, his chin resting atop her head.

“It’s nothing, really. I’ll always be here if you need me, Killua.”

He didn’t respond, his grip tightening on her shirt answer enough. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

They heard Gon’s footsteps coming down the hallway, causing Killua to let go and step back.

“Here you go (Name)!” He offered her a glass of lemonade, which she took.

“Thank you, ya cutie pie!”

(Name) pulled him into a hug and kissed the top of his head. “My sweet boys! I’m so proud of you both, ya know? You’ve been through so much recently yet you’re still going strong.”

The two became a bit flustered over her praise, sitting next to her while she watched over Kurapika.

They stayed by her side and chatted until they had to leave to get ready for the auction. By that time, Leorio was back with groceries.

“Hey, got what ya needed! I’ll take over watching Kurapika, so you can make lunch.”

She nodded and stood, stretching her limbs. It was around 11 am, giving her just enough time to have lunch ready by 1 pm.

(Name) began cutting up celery and onions as chicken boiled on the stove. Occasionally she’d leave the small kitchen to run up the stairs and check on Kurapika, who was still would asleep.

She dropped the noodles into the pot of chicken broth to let them boil, tearing apart the now cooled chicken into bite size pieces.

When she had finished, she placed the sautéed vegetables, chicken, and a can of cut carrots into the pot, creating chicken noodle soup.

She began making bowls for each of the people still there. One for her, one for Leorio, one for Melody, and one for Kurapika.

‘He should be waking up soon…’ she thought, carrying the bowls on a tray upstairs.

“Oh (Name), that smells delicious!”

Melody took the tray from her hands and offered (Name) her seat by Kurapika’s side. (Name) took it with a small thanks.

“Mmm, (Name)’s cooking! Haven’t had some of this since the Hunter Exam!”

Melody smiled. “Oh, you took the Hunter Exam together?”

The two nodded. “Yes! Leorio, Killua, Gon, Kurapika, and I all took the Hunter Exam together! Ahh, what simple times those were…”

She took a bite of her soup, Leorio following suit.

After a moment (Name) left to the convenience store to grab more coffee for Leorio and Melody.

——————

(Name) walked back into the motel, drinks in hand when she heard talking upstairs. She blinked, hurrying up the stairs.

‘Was that..?’

She burst into the room to see Kurapika turn his head slightly, a tired smile on his lips when he saw her.

“Angel… you’re here…”

Tears started to fall from her face as Melody grabbed the cups so (Name) could collapse next to him, crying into his chest.

“I was… I was so scared you weren’t gonna make it!”

She sniffed and cried, the blonde lifting his hand to pat her weakly.

“Shhh, I’m alright. I promised I would come back to you alive, right?”

She nodded slowly, looking up at him through her teary eyes. “Yeah… you did…”

He wiped away her tears. Kurapika stared at her lips before (Name) caught him and leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss.

Melody blushed and quickly turned to give them some privacy.

(Name) pulled away and smiled.

“I love you, angel. Thank you for being here… it’s more than I deserve.”

She shook her head. “You deserve the world, Kurapika. I…”

She kissed his forehead, causing the blonde to pout. “You missed.”

He pointed to his lips. (Name) rolled her eyes and gave him another kiss, making him sigh dreamily. “Is that better, sweetheart?”

His eyes started to drift closed. “Mhm… much…”

“Kurapika, would you like some-“

“He’s asleep.”

(Name) looked back at Kurapika to see he’d fallen asleep again, this time with a small smile on his lips. Leorio changed the rag on his forehead, sighing.

“You should get plenty of rest.”

(Name) clutched at the fabric of her sweater, contemplating giving Kurapika another nen infused kiss for treatment when her phone began to ring.

“Oh, sorry. I’ll be right back.”

She hurried out the door as to not wake her exhausted friend.

“Hello?”

“Got your dress. Meet me in front of auction in 15 minutes. Help you get ready.”

Click.

‘Feitan, again? How rude.’

She sighed and walked back up the Kurapika’s room.

“Hey, I’ll be leaving for a few hours at most. A friend of mine needs me for something.”

Leorio nodded. “Of course, you’ve done more than enough. You should try and rest, considering how much nen you’ve used within the past day.”

She gave a quick nod before grabbing her backpack and sitting beside Kurapika once more.

“I’ll be back, okay? And… I’ll be keeping my promise to you.”

She pressed a sweet, gentle kiss to his forehead before leaving once more.

“Promise? What do you think that means, Melody?”

The woman only shook her head, her face red. “Oh um…”

‘It means something… not very platonic.’

——————

(Name) walked into the auction hall feeling insecure in her day old jogging pants and sweater. She got some weird looks from multiple people before she felt someone grab her arm and pull her towards a private area.

“Fei!”

She smiled brightly at the man tugging her away, spotting Phinks to her left. “Shh. Draw attention to yourself, stupid girl.”

The two pulled her into an empty room, Phinks holding a black bag. “You know, when two men pull a woman into a room she can’t help but be a little frightened.”

Feitan rolled his eyes. “I never hurt you.”

‘Not on purpose, at least.’

As Phinks pulled out a long red dress, Feitan stared at the wrist he’d broken just days before. Guilt still consumed him when he thought about it for too long.

“Oh…”

(Name) held the dress in front of her, raising an eyebrow at the two. “Are you sure this will fit me?”

Feitan shrugged. “Should, Machi made it.”

“Machi?”

“Yeah, don’t tell her I told you but it’s a gift from her.”

‘Oh, she’s shy. That’s cute!’

(Name) stared at the two men, who were watching her. “Can you two… um… leave so I can change?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

The two walked out and stood guard at the door, sending glares at anyone that got too close.

A few minutes later it clicked open, (Name) stepping out in the heels that had been included.

Feitan only looked at her for a second before he shoved her back into the room and closed the door behind him.

The dress she was wearing fit, but the chest area was snug. It was a sleeveless, floor length gown with slit on the left side that went all the way up her thigh.

“…”

He stared down at her ample cleavage, causing the girl to blush. “Fei you’re… you’re staring.”

He glanced up at her through his dark eyelashes, humming. “What about it?”

She pouted and covered her chest. “Pervert.“

He grabbed her waist and pulled her in close, staring at her face. She gasped when she shoved his nose into her neck, sniffing at her.

“Smell different. Like another man.”

She pushed him back a little, flustered.. “Y-yeah, my friend is a man. I was treating him.”

Feitan did little to hide his jealousy. “Tch. Stinks, brought your perfume.”

He covered his nose and pulled away, his eyes narrowed. (Name) snickered.

“You’re acting like a jealous boyfriend, Fei. I don’t think he stinks at all, in fact he smells very nice, like warm vanilla.”

Feitan scoffed. “Like vanilla? What is he, girl?”

“No, he’s not! He’s very pretty though…”

He didn’t miss her faint smile as she thought of him. Feitan looked away, biting his lip.

‘Does she think I’m pretty..?’

It was easier for her to see all the subtle expressions on his face when he wasn’t wearing that coat.

“Oh.”

Because she’d been pulled away and shoved into a dark room to get dressed, she hadn’t had the time to take in Feitan’s appearance.

His hair was combed, and dressed in a nice suit. She hummed in appreciation. “Fei, you sure clean up nice.”

Feitan’s face reddened by her compliment, the man turning away quickly to hide it. “Shut up. Time to go.”

But he was happy she noticed the effort he put into looking a bit nicer.

He opened the door and (Name) stepped out, Phinks letting out a low whistle.

“You sure are pretty, (Name).”

The girl waved her hand and giggled. “Aww, you’re sweet Phinks.”

Feitan handed her the makeup bag Machi helped them pack and pointed her towards the women’s restroom.

‘Why did I have to change in a random room when the women’s room was right there??’

She huffed and left to do her makeup.

——————

Feitan’s breath hitched when she left. She always looked gorgeous too him, but today she was on a whole other level.

While he loved the soft pastels she usually wore, he couldn’t deny that seeing her in that deep red made him feral. Feitan offered her his arm, which she took without hesitation.

It almost felt… normal the way she held onto him. She wasn’t scared, wasn’t intimidated by his presence. It was still something he was getting used to, but it felt nice to be touched without fear.

“Fei, I didn’t know you were taking me out on a date.” she whispered into his ear. The dark haired man paused for a split second before he continued walking.

“… not a date. Job.”

Phinks rolled his eyes. ‘Yeah sure, Fei.’

(Name) only giggled and kissed his cheek, lingering for a bit before pulling away.

“Mhm.”

Feitan tried to keep his expression neutral, but it wasn’t easy. Her affectionate nature made him both nervous and incredibly happy. It was hard not to smile and give her a kiss back.

The three sat down, (Name) the closest to the stairs. She didn’t pay much attention to the auction, instead reading from a book Feitan swiped from her condo.

“(Name)!?”

(Name) didn’t even process her arm being grabbed until she was pulled into the hallway, being dragged behind someone so fast her feet didn’t touch the ground.

“Why are there here??”

“How would I know?!”

(Name) recognized those voices.

“Gon? Killua, wh-“

They stopped, (Name) having to hold her head from the whiplash. Her two young friends placed her in between them, eyeing her two… older friends that surrounded them.

“Hey, that was rude. No need to run away with our little lady.”

Killua’s grip on her arm tightened, they two boys staring at her.

“Don’t worry, you hand her over and we won’t kill you.”

(Name) blinked. “Kill? Why would you kill them, they’re my friends.”

Phinks and Feitan blinked, the four staring at each other.

The four were slowly starting to piece some things together, (Name) still holding her head. “Ugh… boys, what is going on?”

Feitan sent Killua and Gon a look, telling them they needed to stay quiet.

‘Does she not know these are the people we’ve been fighting against?’ Killua thought, pulling her a little closer. ‘Are they using her or something? No, Feitan’s aura is almost surrounding her, as if he’s protecting her…’

(Name) began to wobble away. “Listen, I gotta go throw up, don’t kill each other. That means you, Fei and Killua.”

Feitan watched as she left, barely able to keep himself from accompanying her so she didn’t fall and hurt herself.

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(Name) sat on the counter in the bathroom, sighing. She’d felt sick, but hadn’t thrown up. She didn’t want to think about the implications of all of her friends knowing each other and potentially being enemies. It made her head spin.

When she heard a knock on the door, she hopped off the counter and walked out. Feitan greeted her with a nod of his head.

“Your friends… lots of trouble.”

He didn’t want to know if she knew the chain user, knowing that she was still processing a lot of information from the last few days.

“… you didn’t hurt them, right?”

Feitan shook his head. “Didn’t, not worth it.”

She frowned. “Does that mean you would hurt children if it was worth it?”

He knew he messed up when he met her eyes. She was looking at him with a mix of disbelief and disgust.

“… didn’t say that. Not normal children, anyways.”

She seemed to accept his answer with a sigh. “You shouldn’t hurt any children, Fei. It’s not right.”

(Name) pulled het purse to her chest and walked towards the entrance of the Auction Hall.

“Where you going?”

“To check on a friend. I’ll be home later tonight.”

Although she accepted his answer, she still wanted to talk with Gon and Killua later to make sure they were alright. But before that, she needed to see Kurapika.

Feitan didn’t stop her, only watching her walk away with a sigh. Phinks patted his shoulder. “Smooth. You know, sweet women like her don’t take too kindly to people that hurt kids. You’ll need to be on your best behavior, Fei.”

The dark haired man pushed Phink’s hand off his shoulder. “Whatever…”

But Feitan couldn’t shake how his body shook when she looked at him like that. It terrified him to think she might see him as the monster he could be one day, instead of the Feitan she saw.

‘Her sweet Fei, is what she called me. I want to be that…’

He followed his friend back to the auction hall.

“Going to steal extra copy for her.”

“Of course you are.”

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Reunited

Part 30

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

part 29

part 31

warnings: suggestive, also uvogin is his own warning

PRESENT TIME

She clapped her hands together, smiling down at the man. “Let’s go on a date, then!”

Feitan stared at the girl, wondering if she realized what she had just said.

“… date?”

She nodded. “Yes, a date! It’ll be a lot of fun!”

He set his fork down. “(Name). Do you know what you’re saying?”

She tilted her head. Feitan knew she could say weird things sometimes, not completely understanding what she actually meant.

“Yeah? We can walk around town, shop a little, and have lunch together!”

Feitan rubbed his temple. “(Name).”

He leaned forward, just inches away from her face.

“If date, won’t end very… friendly.”

Feitan eyed her lips for a moment, before pulling back. (Name) stared at him confused, her cheeks heating up.

“But… friends can go on dates too!”

Feitan hummed. “We can if you want, but us going on date means I get to kiss you, touch you.”

“Fei.”

He glanced at her face, his eyes softening. She was blushing, her eyebrows furrowed.

“I don’t like being teased.”

He laughed and pinched her cheek. “Who said it’s teasing? Silly girl.”

Her mouth dropped open, her hands swatting at his hands. “What?”

He snickered, pushing himself out of his chair. “Joking. Go get ready, we leave in 10.”

——————

(Name) walked out of her room in a pair of jeans and tshirt. Feitan had just put on the coat he always wore, waiting by the door for her.

“Take forever to get dressed,” he grumbled. She folded her arms over her chest, giving him a pout.

“Well I didn’t know if I wanted to wear jeans or a skirt. But it’s cold today, so I chose jeans.”

Feitan raised an eyebrow. “Could just wear my coat if cold.”

“Fei, you coat would NOT fit me.”

He shrugged. “Steal you jacket.”

“Don’t steal on my behalf, Fei. We don’t need a repeat of the McDonald’s incident.”

“I thought it was a success.”

“You threw me out of a window!”

“Too slow.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t respond fast enough at you throwing a burger in my face and screaming ‘RUN!’. I was banned from that location. They have a picture of our faces on the front window!!”

He rolled his eyes. “Baby.”

She let out a sigh and grabbed her purse. “Let’s go. I want to try and check out the market before it gets too crowded!”

The two left her apartment, Feitan following behind her. It had been a year since he’d last seen her, so he wanted to take in every detail of her appearance.

She wore a different pair of sneakers than she had before. He already knew this, she’d texted him whining about her old ones being too worn out to wear anymore, but it was different in person.

All the little differences in her appearance were noted in his mind. The little scratches on her legs, her hair a little longer/shorter than it had been before, and a change in her aura.

She knew nen now, her aura controlled around her instead of steadily leaking from her body. He felt… conflicted. He didn’t know if he should be proud of her progress or worried.

(Name) hadn’t told him what her nen ability was yet, and he wouldn’t ask. That was dangerous, sensitive information. He wouldn’t blame her for not wanting to tell him, he wouldn’t tell her his.

“Fei?”

He was pulled from his thoughts by (Name) waving a hand in front of his face.

“What?”

She gestured around them. “We’re here!”

The crowd was already huge, (Name) holding onto Feitan’s arm to keep from being trampled. People seemed to give Feitan a good amount of space due to his intimidating aura.

“Fei, what do you want to look at first? Oh my gosh!”

She didn’t let him answer, dragging him to a stall selling accessories and makeup. Feitan watched as she browsed the wares, her eyes settling on a silver bracelet.

It was simple, with a bunny charm hanging from it. Feitan could picture it on her wrist, of course she would be drawn to something so cute.

“Ma’am, how much is this?”

The woman behind the booth smiled, tilting the box containing the bracelet to the side so she could see.

“It’s 30,000 jenny!”

‘30,000!? That’s enough to pay for all my monthly bills…’

(Name) looked for a moment longer before sighing and walking to the next booth.

“I didn’t think everything would be so expensive…”

(Name) sulked on the side of the road, crouched down and poking at the dirt with a stick.

“Should’ve let me steal for you.”

Feitan leaned against the wall of a nearby building, watching her as people passed by.

“They’re small businesses, that wouldn’t be right.”

The man scoffed. “Some aren’t, like jewelry place. Obviously steals goods and spikes up the price.”

He could recognize it, as Chrollo did the same thing.

“Well… I don’t want to be the reason you steal, anyways.”

Feitan scowled. “Why you even care? I steal all the time. Easy.”

She poked her lip out in a pout. “I don’t care if you steal. I just don’t want to be the reason you get in trouble, or god forbid hurt.”

She glanced at him, smiling softly. “You’re important to me. I won’t tell you what to do with your life, I know you’re strong. Just… just…”

Feitan placed a hand on her head, rubbing it. His touch was rough, but (Name) leaned into it anyways.

“Sensitive. Fine, won’t steal for you.”

He helped her to her feet, leading her by the hand away from the market and to the department stores.

“Tourist trap. Let’s shop there instead.”

———————

“Fei.”

He looked up from browsing the lingerie section to see (Name), a few items of clothing over her shoulder.

“Can you come in the changing room in a minute to zip me up? I need a nice dress, and the only one in my size has a zipper.”

He stared at her for a moment.

“… sure?”

She sighed out in relief. “Thanks!”

He followed her and waited outside the dressing room as he listened to the sound of her clothes dropping onto the floor.

‘Does she enjoy getting me riled up?’

He folded his arms over his chest, only moving when he heard (Name) call for him through the cracked door.

(Name) stood in front of him, wearing a floor length lilac colored dress.

“Does it look okay? God I hope it fits…”

It took him a minute to answer, his gaze focused on her boobs squishing against soft fabric.

“Looks… good.”

“Thank you. The zipper is back here.”

She turned, revealing her bare back to him. Had she taken off her bra, or had she not worn one at all? He didn’t know and didn’t care.

‘Focus. Just zip her up.’

He stepped forward and ran his hand along her back, sending a shiver up her spine. Feitan smirked at her reaction, reaching out to pull the fabric together.

He began zipping her up, but at the middle of her back it stopped.

“Feitan? Is something wrong?”

He tsked, attempting to zip her up again to no avail. “Won’t zip.”

(Name) sighed, letting go of her dress. “Oh… I wonder if I…”

She sucked in, but Feitan shook his head. “Not stomach, this.”

He couldn’t help but grin when he reached up and cupped her chest, squeezing the soft flesh of her boobs.

Her reaction was delayed, the girl seemingly in disbelief. When she regained her composure, she smacked his hands away.

“Feitan, you perv! Why-“

He cut her off by wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her flush against him.

“Shh. Overreacting.”

She squirmed in his grip, her face heating up. “Feitan, wh-“

He let her go suddenly, giving her an innocent look.

“Look.”

(Name) blinked, looking at herself in the mirror. From her position, she could see that her dress was now zipped up.

“Wait… how-“

“Squished them down so I could zip it up.”

(Name) covered her face. “Oh Fei, I’m sorry I assumed you were being a pervert. Thank yo-“

“Who said I wasn’t? Enjoyed every second.”

(Name) paused, her jaw dropping. He was looking at her with a smirk, leaning against the wall.

“You look good. Suits you.”

With that, he unzipped her so she could change back into her clothes and left.

——————

(Name) crossed her arms.

“Feitan. Why?”

He tilted his head. “Why not?”

Feitan held a set of lacy black lingerie. “Would look good on you.”

The girl pushed the lingerie away, glaring at the man. “Not funny, Fei. You know pink is my favorite color.”

He was a bit taken aback by her comment. Was that what had irritated her?

She joined him in browsing the lingerie section, picking up a few pairs of panties and bras.

“Should I get the ones with the bows or lace?”

She’d really flipped this on him, the man glad he had his coat to hide his blush behind.

“Don’t care.”

“You seemed to care earlier.”

Was she teasing him?

Feitan groaned, pointing to a random pair before storming off. He didn’t want to get a boner in the middle of a department store. He was already struggling with the memory of her breasts in his hands, he didn’t need to imagine her in different sets of lingerie.

“Feitan wait up!”

(Name) ran behind him, carrying her shopping bags in one arm and her purse in the other.

“You’re so fast. If you’re going to run off at least bring me with you.”

Feitan grabbed her shopping bags with one hand and her hand with the other.

“Shouldn’t tease me. Wouldn’t leave if didn’t.”

“To be fair you teased me first.”

He couldn’t argue with that, only glaring at her from the corner of his eye.

“… where next?”

She took a second to think before responding.

“How about some lunch? I’m starving!”

He rolled his eyes. “Not starving.”

She pouted. “But it feels like I am!”

A small smile pulled at his lips. God, she could be so cute sometimes.

“Alright. I pick.”

Feitan lead her to a random restaurant, allowing her to get them a table. He didn’t like talking, reserving his words for the Spiders.

And (Name).

They sat down, a waitress asking what drinks they wanted and leaving them to look over their menus.

“Mmm…”

(Name) scanned the menu, noting a few things she might like. As she mulled over her choice, she peeked over her menu to look at Feitan, only to have to hold back a giggle.

She knew he was short, however she couldn’t but snicker at the fact the menu covered him completely. His grip tightened, the man placing it on the table to glare at her.

“Why laugh?”

She put a hand to her mouth. “Just remembered a joke someone told me.”

Before he could question her further, the sound of her phone buzzing caused her to jump.

“Oh, maybe it’s my friend! He’s supposed to be here too…”

He watched her take her phone out, the smile on her face fading to a frown quickly. She sighed and typed out a response before stuffing her phone back into her purse.

“Who was that?”

A sigh left her lips. “Someone that’s coming to York New and wants to meet up with me.”

Something harsh bubbled up in Feitan’s chest. “Who?”

“A friend.”

He frowned. “Name?”

She tilted her head. “Do you really need to know?”

“Yes.”

(Name) tapped away at the table with her nails, staring at Feitan with her pretty (e/c) eyes.

“It’s Illumi, the assassin.”

Feitan’s head whipped around to give her an incredulous look, a scowl on his face.

“The creep that kidnapped you? Not going to see him, right?”

(Name) didn’t meet his eyes, playing with the hem of her sleeve.

“Well… he said it was important…”

“(Name).”

He was serious now, his eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t. What if he takes you away again? Hurts you?”

“He wouldn’t do that, I-“

“You don’t know that. He’s assassin. Good at tricking people. Smart.”

She folded her hands over her chest. “I’m not going to fall for something like that. I think he’s an okay guy, before I left he was really sweet to me…”

She had a soft look in her eyes, something that made Feitan seethe. He didn’t want anyone else to make her look like that.

“Sweet to you? What happened to make you leave, then?”

(Name) stayed silent, looking down.

“Something bad, huh?”

Feitan scoffed, running a hand through his dark locks.

“If he hurt you, I kill him for you. Just say the word.”

(Name) began to giggle, but stopped when she met his dark eyes.

He was being completely serious.

“Fei…”

She took his hand, the man stiffening. “You’re my sweet Fei, you know? I don’t want you hurting people because of me.”

Her sweet Fei. Him.

“Yours?”

“Of course.”

He let out a shaky breath, his hand trembling slightly. Feitan hated how happy being called hers made him, even if she only meant it in a friendly way.

“Excuse me.”

The two glance up to see the waitress standing there with their drinks. Her cheeks were a faint pink, with her eyes on their hands.

“Apologies, but I brought your drinks!”

She placed the drinks down, (Name) using her free hand to sip on it.

“You two look so cute by the way! Probably the cutest couple I’ve seen in a while!”

The waitress was gone before (Name) could correct her.

“This is the second time a waitress mistook me and a friend for being a couple.”

“Second?”

“Yeah, happened when Illumi took me out for dinner.”

His frown deepened. He’d taken her out for dinner? Like… as a date?

“Anything else happen?”

“Oh, um…”

‘I wonder how well he’d react to knowing I’ve basically been engaged to him by his parents…’

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

This took Feitan by surprise. What had happened to make he ask that?

“Try not to.”

She sighed. “Well… his parents KIND of want us to… get… married.”

The silence that followed her sentence was so thick that you could hear a pin drop from a mile away.

Feitan’s eyes went from surprised, to confused, to angry, until settling into an unnerving glare.

“Do you want to marry him?”

“Well… I’m not sure.”

Feitan blinked at her. “Not sure? You actually want to marry assassin?”

“No, I mean… I don’t know. He’s nice, or well… he was for the most part.”

“Barely know him.”

She sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. We hadn’t even gone on a date, but the butlers said he was like… madly in love with me or something. I don’t think it was true though, he’s gorgeous. I’m not sure how he’d fall in love with me.”

‘I know why.’

He looked her up and down. Feitan didn’t understand why she was so self conscious, she was gorgeous.

His eyes lingered on her lips again. Today, they were shiny, covered in that peach flavored lipgloss she liked so much. The first time she bought it, she couldn’t stop talking about how soft it made her lips feel.

“Fei? The foods here.”

He blinked, dragging his eyes from her lips to the waitress who sat down their food in front of them.

——————

(Name) walked along the city with Feitan right behind her. You’d think from the appearance of Feitan alone, no one would dare to approach them.

Sadly, some people are stupid.

“Hey, broad.”

(Name) continued walking, not thinking the rude comment was aimed at her.

“Hey, I’m talking to you bitch!”

(Name) felt someone put a hand on her shoulder, her hand immediately grabbing Feitan’s and squeezing it.

With a look, he knew what she was trying to say.

‘Stay calm.’

But it was hard when some random thug was grabbing her like he knew her.

“My apologies, is there something you need, sir?”

The man laughed. “Yeah, I need you to come back to my place for a fun time.”

She frowned. “Sorry, but no thanks. I’m out on a date with my husband.”

‘Husband?’

Feitan was too shocked to breath, his face going red.

The man looked to Feitan, snickering. “This your husband? Little shrimpy wouldn’t be able to do a thing if I decided to take you all for myself.”

The girl pushed his hand off of her, (Name)’s once calm face twisting into one of anger. “Don’t talk about him like that. We’ll be leaving now.”

She pulled Feitan behind her, the man grabbing her again soon after.

“Where the FUCK do you think you’re going, bitch? I said you’re coming with-“

Before Feitan could unsheathe his word to sever his arm, (Name) turned and kicked the man between the legs so hard that even Feitan hissed out in pain.

“Come on Fei. Let’s go.”

She kicked the man in the stomach for good measure before grabbing Feitan’s hand again and continuing in the opposite direction of the man.

Once they were far enough away, (Name) let out a sigh before collapsing. Feitan caught her, picking her up and sitting her down at a nearby bench.

“That was terrifying. You alright Fei?”

She was shaking, her hands trembling as they cupped his cheeks.

“I’m fine… you look like you’ll throw up.”

“God, maybe. Did you see how big that guy was?”

She sighed and leaned against Feitan’s shoulder. “He was a real asshole. I was okay until he insulted you. Pissed me off…”

Feitan glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

‘She… did she do that for my sake?’

“Don’t worry. Weakling’s words don’t bother me.”

She sighed in relief. “Good.”

“But…”

Feitan grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Called me husband. Don’t remember consummating any marriage.”

He grinned down at her, his eyes narrowing. “Jog my memory?”

She tilted her head. “Fei, I was lying. We’re not actually married.”

She smiled. “Unless you want to be.”

Feitan let her go, turning away quickly. “Wanna marry me Fei? Don’t you loooove me?”

“Shut up.”

“Come onnnn~ the chapels only a block away!”

He stood up and began walking away.

“Hey, wait! I’m sorry for teasing you, slow down!”

Feitan and (Name) sipped on boba as they strolled through town, stopping at a store every once and a while before (Name) suddenly stopped to check her phone.

“Oh! My friends want to meet up! Sorry Fei, but I gotta go!”

He tilted his head. “I go with you?”

“No, sorry you can’t. I don’t want them to potentially recognize you and get you arrested.”

He huffed. She wasn’t wrong to worry, but he wanted to stay by her side just a little longer.

(Name) gave him a quick hug before jogging off to where she was supposed to meet her friends. As she did, he got a text on his phone from Chrollo.

Boss: we need you at the hideout, Feitan. You can bring your woman if you want.

Feitan groaned. When were they going to stop teasing him over that?

Feitan: be there soon, she left to meet friends

The short man watched (Name) until she was out of sight, then turned to go in the opposite direction.

He was already starting to miss her, but bringing the peach lipgloss he’d snatched from her purse to his tongue to taste, he relaxed.

‘So that’s what her lips taste like…’

———————

“Leorio, Gon, Killua!”

The three boys looked up to see (Name) approaching, the girl waving.

“(Name), it’s been forever!”

Leorio jumped out of his seat and pulled her into a hug. Killua frowned from his seat.

“You were supposed to be here 15 minutes ago.”

(Name) broke away from the hug to plop down into a chair next to the boy. “Sorry, I was with a friend.”

“Friend? Who?”

“The grumpy one.”

They all nodded in understand.

‘She still hasn’t mentioned him by name. Weird.’

“So, is Kurapika coming?”

The three glanced between each other.

“Ah, is he not answering your calls either?” (Name) asked, a look of concern on her face.

They shook their heads. “Not even a text back.”

They all sighed together.

“Well, we just ordered lunch, do you want me to call the waiter?”

“No, it’s fine, I already ate!”

The group talked for a bit, the other three eating their lunch before they went back to the place the boys were staying.

“Greed island? What’s that?”

Leorio and (Name) sat next to each other, the girl holding a pillow to her chest.

“A legendary game.

“We’re trying to get a copy at the auction.”

Leorio hummed. “But why a game?”

“I think this game holds a clue to finding my dad.”

“Huh? The game holds a clue to finding your dad?”

(Name) tuned out of the conversation, scrolling through her phone. Gon and Killua had already told her everything before.

She stared at the message Illumi has sent her as a reply.

Illumi: I will text you a date and time. Be safe.

She reacted to the message with a thumbs up as a response.

(Name) watched the boys look up different terms for auctions, giggling to herself when Leorio got an idea.

——————

“Come on down, let’s have some conditional auctioning fun!”

(Name) stood beside Killua as Gon sat at a table, holding his arm out. They had decided to have Gon arm wrestle people in an attempt to make money.

“Here’s what’s up for bid! A Diamond worth three million. Comes with appraisal of the store where I just bought it! Arm wrestling will decide the winning bid. The first person to beat this boy wins the Diamond! You must pay a 10,000 Jenny entry fee!”

A crowd had gathered as Leorio yelled out the conditions for the auction. (Name) and Killua gave each other a look as people lined up to try and win the Diamond.

They watched as Gon arm wrestled a man, his fake groaning almost comical.

“He’s really bad at lying.” (Name) whispered to Killua. The white haired boy snickered.

“Yeah, he’s way too honest.”

Hours passed by with little luck for Gon’s challengers. (Name) groaned, leaning against the wall.

“How long are we gonna go at this?”

It’s was (Name)’s turn to hold the Diamond now. Killua shrugged. “Until Leorio lets us stop.”

“Okay, next person!”

A woman appeared from the crowd, (Name)’s eyes widening at the sight. She held out the money, Leorio smiling.

“Well, we have our first female challenger!”

The crowd cheered for her, but (Name) was silent.

‘Is that… Shizuku?’

She handed Killua the Diamond. “I’ve got to go, sorry!”

(Name) left as Killua yelled after her, chasing a familiar aura.

“Feitan!”

The man was waiting with one of the spiders, Franklin. He turned, his eyes widening when the girl appeared in front of him.

“(Name)? Why out so late at night?”

She waved her hand. “Oh, I was just in the area with a friend when I sensed your aura.”

He frowned, leaning forward and sniffing her. “Smell like cologne. Your friend a man?”

(Name) pursed her lips. “You shouldn’t sniff people, Fei. It’s creepy.”

Franklin snickered as Feitan turned red, seemingly embarrassed.

‘Creepy? She thinks I’m creepy?’

“Tch, answer my question. Stupid.”

“Yeah, they’re all men actually. I don’t really have any girl friends. Oh, I guess besides Pakunoda.”

Feitan stared at her. “… do you like any of these friends?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Why does that matter?”

“Answer.”

(Name) rolled her eyes. “Well, maybe one. He’s a pretty blonde. Very cute.”

“Name? Occupation? Address?”

“Fei!”

She laughed, but again, stopped when she noticed he wasn’t.

“Oh, you’re being serious.”

They stared at each other, the silence only being broken when Franklin spoke.

“Well?”

(Name) blinked, turning to see Shizuku walking towards them.

“I lost. He’s strong.”

(Name) internally praised her friend, a small smile on her lips.

“That little boy?”

Shizuku frowned, looking at (Name). “Weren’t you over there a moment ago?”

The two men immediately turned to look at the girl, her eyes widening. “Oh, um. Yes I was. I was going to challenge him, but after seeing so many people lose I gave up haha.”

Shizuku tilted her head. “Weren’t you holding the Diamond?”

(Name) froze. She wasn’t sure why, but it didn’t feel safe for them to know her friends. Although she trusted Feitan, she knew he was a thief capable of murder. Especially if he got jealous.

“Oh, yeah. I wanted to check it’s authenticity so they allowed me to look.”

Shizuku hummed. “Makes sense.”

Feitan watched her from the corner of his eye. She wasn’t telling the complete truth.

‘No matter. Get it out of her later.’

“I sort of wanted that Diamond.”

“You should have used your right hand.” Franklin put a hand on her head.

Feitan nodded. “Yes, why didn’t you use stronger hand?”

“Oh, right… he extended his right hand, so I did the same. I’d like to challenge him again.”

Feitan sighed. “You can’t, no time. We have our job.”

“Yes. Besides, buying and bidding would be wrong. We’re thieves.”

Feitan glanced at (Name). “If we want something, we take it.”

——————

“No.”

They had returned to the Phantom Troupes hideout, Chrollo having just finished exposing the plan.

“Why not? You know I worry about you. I can-“

“You’re not coming.”

The two had begun arguing once Chrollo suggested (Name) tag along to see the spiders in action.

“Why? Can you give me any good reasons?”

“You’re weak. Don’t even know your nen.”

“I do! My nen is actually super useful I’ll have you know!”

This caught the rest of the Phantom Troupes attention.

“Useful? Can you explain how?”

Chrollo had stood up from his seat and began approaching her. She nodded, looking around the room.

“Does anyone have anything sharp I can borrow?”

They regarded her with wary eyes.

“I’m not going to try anything stupid, there’s like… at least 10 of you here. I’m not strong enough to take you out with a single sharp object.”

Chrollo handed her a knife, much to Feitan’s annoyance.

“What are you-“

(Name) held the knife in the air and stabbed it into her own arm, sinking through into the other side.

“(NAME)!”

Feitan rushed forward, his eyes wide with panic. There was so much blood pooling onto the floor, all of it hers.

She stumbled a bit, gritting her teeth as tears fell from her eyes. “Shit, this does not get any easier with time. Hang on Fei, just wait a minute.”

Chrollo watched with great interest as she pulled the knife out and let it drop to the floor with a clang.

“Oh wow, now this is a show.” Hisoka purred from his seat. Feitan shot him a deadly look, barely able to hold himself back from grabbing (Name) and rushing her to the nearest hospital.

He needed to trust her, but god was it hard when the entire room smelled like her blood.

(Name) closed her eyes in concentration, raising her arm up shakily to her lips, where she planted a kiss on the wound.

To everyone’s shock, the stab wound began to heal instantly, stitching itself back together as she sighed in relief.

“You’re a healer. Interesting…”

Feitan was by her side before she could blink, grabbing her arm and flipping it just to see it had been completely healed.

“Told you I’m useful.”

She smiled at him, proud of herself. He pulled her closer to him, squeezing her tight.

“Scared me, never do that again.”

She patted his back before pulling back and standing in front of Chrollo.

“So, yeah. That’s how my nen works. Kind of.”

He held his hand out for hers, inspecting her arm. “I see… not a scar in sight. You can’t even tell you’d just stabbed yourself.”

He dropped her arm and grinned. “Well, I think it would be a great idea for you to accompany them tonight. That’s an order, Feitan.”

The man didn’t respond, only staring down at the pool of blood with worried eyes.

For a man so used to blood, the sight of hers unnerved him more than he cared to admit.

——————

(Name) sat in the hot air balloon, pouting. She’d been ordered by Feitan to guard it, saying a healer wouldn’t be needed inside.

She didn’t really mind all that much. After all, she assumed they would be stealing or killing someone.

She didn’t want to see Feitan kill.

Bored, (Name) scrolled through her contacts and clicked on Kurapika’s name.

‘Might as well try again. What harm can it do?’

She called him, half expecting him to not pick up.

“(Name)?”

(Name) jumped at the sound of his voice. “Kurapika? You picked up! Oh my gosh I’ve missed you so much.”

Her words caused the Kurta to blush, Melody smiling beside him.

“I’ve… missed you too. Are you doing well?”

“Yeah, so are the others. Have you been remembering to eat?”

The man sighed. “Yes. It’s hard not to when you text me everyday during meal times.”

“Hehe, sorry. I just worry about my sweet boy.”

His face turned a dark red. Did she say HER sweet boy?

“I-I-I apologize for worrying you.”

She sighed. “Don’t. It’s fine. Anyways…”

(Name) leaned against the basket of the air balloon, using Feitan’s coat as a blanket.

“When will I get to see you again? I miss your pretty face.”

Melody giggled next to him.

‘He’s talking to someone he loves. How cute.’

“As soon as my job allows it. I promise.”

She giggled. “I’ll hold you to it.”

Kurapika groaned when he heard the sound of his boss beeping in.

“Sorry, I have to go. Boss is calling.”

“Oh, that’s alright. Be safe, love you!”

Kurapika froze, his jaw dropping. Before he could respond, he accidentally ended the call.

“Shit- Hello, Boss.”

The girl giggled. ‘I bet that made him blush. What a cutie.’

The girl sighed. They said the job might take a while, so she rested her head against the basket of the air balloon.

(Name) soon fell asleep, cuddled up under Feitan’s coat.

——————

“Ouch!”

(Name) woke up to being flicked on the forehead.

“Fell asleep during job, stupid girl.”

Feitan hovered over her, the other spiders climbing into the basket.

“Oh, Fei, you’re back.”

She rubbed her eyes, yawning. The man patted her head. “Tired?”

“A little.”

He smacked the top of her head, Shalnark snickering in the corner. Feitan had been so gentle with her, it was amusing.

“Well wake up. Job not over.”

She whined. “So mean…”

Feitan grabbed his coat from her and pulled it over his shirtless form. “Hey, I’m cold!”

(Name) pouted up at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

He huffed. “Baby. Should have brought jacket.”

He ended up dropping the jacket of his tuxedo into her lap. “Use this.”

Feitan inhaled the lingering smell of her scent on his jacket, a small smile on his face.

“Thank you, Fei.”

He looked down at the girl to see her cuddled up under his jacket, smiling up at him.

“This is much better.”

It was hard to control himself, but he did. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the other Troupe members by pouncing on her like a wild animal.

“Tch.”

Shalnark plopped down beside you. “Hey, share. I don’t have any sleeves.”

He pulled a bit of the jacket towards him, getting awfully close to (Name).

Because he didn’t want to make a scene, Feitan stayed quiet.

But one look at his eyes would tell you he was beyond furious. He knew Shalnark didn’t mind the cold.

‘Bastard. Touching what’s mine.’

(Name) moved closer to Shalnark. “You’re cold? You’re so warm!”

She leaned against his shoulder, smiling up at him.

“Oh. You’re pretty too.”

“Pretty?”

Feitan sat next to (Name) and pulled her towards him with more force than he had meant, the girl nearly falling across his lap.

“Hey, my blanket!”

Shalnark whined and attempted to join (Name) again, but stopped when Feitan glared up at him.

‘Aww, play time is over.’

The blonde rolled his eyes and leaned back.

But a part of him felt weirdly… warm.

‘Pretty, huh?’

———————

(Name) quickly fell asleep again, occasionally nuzzling against Feitan’s shoulder. It was quite the sight, the other spiders stealing glances at the pair.

Uvogin had just ended his call with Chrollo.

“She’s really asleep, huh? Must trust us an awful lot.”

Uvogin let out a laugh, instantly causing the girl to shoot awake.

“Mom I’m awake-“

Instead of her mother shaking her awake, she was surrounded by the band of thieves she’d been accompanying.

Her face instantly heated up, and it didn’t help that Uvogin and Shalnark were laughing at her.

“I guess Uvogin is a mom now!”

Nobunaga snickered, Uvogin clapping him on the back.

The girl hid her face in Feitan’s jacket. The short man held back a laugh himself, patting her shoulder.

Soon after they landed to air balloon, Feitan pulling a ski mask over her head.

“H-hey! What-“

“Hides your identity. Use In.”

(Name) huffed, using In as he helped her out of the basket. “Fine…”

They stood on a cliff, looking over a large crowd of people in suits. “What, are they the mafia or something?”

She had been joking, but no one laughed.

“Yeah.”

“Fei. You pissed off the mafia?”

“Not just me.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Uh huh.”

“COME DOWN HERE!”

“WE’LL EVEN LET YOU DECIDE WHETHER YOU’LL BE DROWNED OR BURIED!”

Shalnark laughed. “There’s a whole crowd…”

“I don’t have to suck them up, do I?”

“No, they don’t matter.”

(Name) looked at them incredulously, though it was hard to convey with her face concealed.

“Hey!”

They all looked to Uvogin who stepped forward. “Stay out of this. I’ll handle it…”

He slid down the cliff, the mafia raising their guns. Feitan turned (Name) around. “Don’t wanna watch.”

(Name) could hear the sound of flesh being ripped apart and bones cracking, and for once she didn’t question Feitan. She had seen Uvogin eat a live chicken in front of her, she knew what he was capable of.

“His philosophy is to be the strongest of them all. An ordinary gun wouldn’t even scratch him.”

“Physically, he’s the strongest.”

“It’s like a gorilla stomping on ants.”

(Name) pouted, glancing at Feitan.

“Oh? More of them!” Nobunaga said.

“They came all the way here, merely to be killed.” Franklin stated. (Name) leaned against Feitan, the man holding her up with ease.

“Just watching isn’t fun, let’s play cards.”

(Name) perked up. “Ooo, sounds fun!”

The group sat in a circle, Feitan standing watch. As the group played, he’d steal glances at (Name). He couldn’t see her face, but he could practically sense her hesitation.

“Uvo will be okay, right?”

(Name) placed another card down, a frown on her face.

“Are you kidding? He’s the strongest in the troupe, physically.”

She sighed. “I know, I heard earlier. Even so…”

Shalnarks eyes softened slightly. “He’s tough. You don’t need to worry.”

Feitan patted her head. “Like we said earlier, gorilla stomping on ants.”

———————

Some nen users began fighting him, Uvogin not allowing his fellow Troupe members to join the fight.

From the sound of it, (Name) didn’t think he’d need their help.

“11.”

(Name) set down another card, glancing at Feitan again. “Fei, how’s the fight going?”

“Just ate someone’s head.”

(Name) shivered. “Like… a persons head?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Can’t be good for his stomach.”

Shalnark chuckled. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

“Well. He did eat my chickens alive without getting salmonella so…”

“Don’t try to figure her out. Strange girl.” Feitan stated, a smile on his lips.

They continued playing, until all of a sudden Shalnark covered his ears.

They all followed suit, (Name) quickly doing the same.

An ear splitting roar echoed through the desert, potentially deafening anyone that hasn’t covered their ears in time.

(Name) felt Feitan tap her shoulder a moment later, signaling it was over.

“You idiot! Give us a warning first!” Franklin yelled.

“What if our eardrums had burst?”

“Sorry, sorry. But that would’ve given my plan away. Besides, you guys had plenty of time to cover your ears before the sound reached you.”

“That’s true.” Machi said.

(Name) peeked over the edge, Feitan holding onto the back of her shirt.

“Are you alright, Uvo?”

He grinned up at her. “Better now that I got a pretty lady worrying over me.”

“Yeah, he’s fine.” (Name) said, Feitan pulling her back up. “Hey, you’re going to rip my shirt!”

“Better than you falling and busting your skull open.”

(Name) brushed the dirt off of her pants, looking over the group. “I wish I would have brought some snacks. Then we could of had a picnic.”

Feitan smacked a hand over his forehead as Shizuku nodded. “Should have. I’m hungry.”

“Shizuku! Would you suck the poison and leeches from my body? Your vacuum will do the trick.”

She finished picking up the cards before answering. “Blinky can suck out poison, but nothing alive.”

“What? Then what am I supposed to do?”

Shalnark leaped down, (Name) blinking in surprise. He’d landed over 30 feet below them without any issue.

“Let me see.”

Shalnark picked up the leech and inspected it. (Name) squeaked and hid behind Feitan.

“This is a spotted leech… it takes one day to migrate to the bladder, before laying its eggs and dying.”

“So?”

“The eggs will hatch shortly after, exciting through your urinary tract. It will cause enough pain to kill you.”

“Hey, don’t joke around…”

“However, they require a specific ammonia level to hatch. If there isn’t enough, the eggs don’t hatch, and can be excreted harmlessly. So until this time tomorrow, you should drink pee non-stop and be sure to urinate frequently!”

He squished the leech, giving Uvogin a smile.

“Don’t scare me like that… Shizuku, can you take care of the poison?”

“Yes!”

“Someone go to the city and get lots of beer.”

Franklin nodded. “I’ll go.”

“Make sure they’re ice-cold!”

“Don’t get too greedy!”

Shizuku joined the two, Blinky out and ready to work.

“Okay, get that poison out of me.”

The sound of chains wrapping around something caused the three to pause.

When they turned to see what was going on, they saw Uvogin covered in chains wrapping around his body.

He was launched into the air with a yell, quickly disappearing from sight.

Feitan grabbed (Name), throwing her over his shoulder as he jumped down.

She held on, trusting him enough to not scream.

“Did you see that?” Shalnark asked.

“Yeah.”

“Those chains came out of nowhere to wrap around his body.” Shizuku said.

“Is it a new shadow beast? Uvo can’t move because of the tranquilizer and the leeches still inside him.” Nobunaga stated plainly.

“Then that’s that… let’s go and save him.”

Feitan sighed while patting (Name)’s butt. “Good grief. He’s so much trouble.”

“Hey!”

She wiggled out of his grasp, the man holding her by the waist as she pouted down at him.

“I have a trace for now. I used In to conceal the thread, so as long as they don’t use Gyo to spot the needle, I can follow them anywhere.”

Machi held an invisible thread, (Name) quickly suing Gyo to spot it.

“Okay, let’s find them before they notice it.”

“This is our chance to finish the remaining Shadow Beasts.”

(Name) furrowed her eyebrows.

‘That aura… felt familiar.’

——————

A problem quickly arose when the group found a car to steal.

“Not enough seats.”

Feitan glanced between (Name) and the car, sighing.

“I can just stay behind.”

“No, dangerous.”

“Then I can ride in the tru- OW!”

He flicked her forehead. “No. Dumb ass. Hurt yourself.”

“Just have her sit in your lap. She’s your woman, isn’t she?”

Feitan shot Nobunaga a look, but couldn’t deny his statement.

“Wouldn’t it make more sense for Feitan to sit in my lap? He’s lighter than-“

Feitan grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards the car, pulling her to sit in his lap. She squeaked, struggling against his iron grip.

“Stay still.”

(Name) whined and wiggled a bit more, until she felt Feitan’s fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs. She glanced back at him to see his face hidden behind his coat.

“Face forward, stay still.”

With not many options, (Name) decided to listen.

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Reunited

Part 26

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

part 25

part 27

warnings: feitan is still rude, but he’s getting a lil better… just a lil tho. Also mentions of human trafficking and cleaning/cooking a fish, and uvogin eating roosters alive(he was just hungry ok)

A/N: I refuse to contribute to the “uvogin is dumb” stereotype because he’s canonically intelligent.

taglist: @tsukilover11 @mercyboluthecrazychicken @sxyriii @shidoni-san @living4tomrua @lemonslut @honeylunalove @sugarrushdaydream @canthebest1

“I’m headed to town, I’ll be back before dark.”

Feitan watched as (Name) pulled on her second shoe. She wore a pair of overalls over a tshirt, the outfit making Feitan frown.

She was still acting strange, even 2 days later. He’d thought her little mood change would end quickly, but her nervous fidgeting and refusal to eat around him stuck around.

She also wouldn’t wear anything that was slightly revealing, even when the heat was too much to bear. He would catch her pulling off her long sleeves as soon as she thought he wasn’t looking, sighing in relief.

For some reason, this pissed him off.

He didn’t reply to her, focusing on slowly moving his fingers. Over the past day, he’d started getting feeling back in his fingers, so he’d been trying to get them to move as much as possible.

“… bye Feitan.”

——————

(Name) unloaded her goods onto the shelves, making sure the labels were facing the street. A tired sigh left her lips, the girl pulling at her overalls with a huff.

Feitan’s insult had been a hit to her self esteem. She had heard that word a lot growing up, having to hide her body in some vain attempt to keep attention away from her.

After moving out and living alone, she’d grown much more comfortable with herself, wearing tank tops and shorts that barely covered her ass.

Maybe she’d been a bit too comfortable.

Feitan’s presence did make her a bit nervous, but she’d been able to keep her confidence up due to his disinterest in her appearance. He hadn’t seemed to care what she looked like, only ever insulting her intelligence or handiwork, but never saying anything about her physical appearance.

So she was shocked when he said what he did. (Name) didn’t know what to do or say, the memories of a lifetime of bullying and harassment surfacing in her mind.

Usually, the best thing to do was to diffuse the situation by agreeing then distancing yourself, so that’s what she did.

But it was hard to distance herself from someone she was taking care of.

(Name) hadn’t cared what he thought of her before. She didn’t mind if he didn’t find her pretty, not many people did, but the thought of him possibly finding her repulsive HURT.

Over the past 3 weeks she’d come to care for him, maybe not as a friend but as a fellow human being. He’d been hurt, both physically and mentally, and she wanted to try her best to help him.

Although she didn’t expect anything in return for her help, she had at least hoped he would be nicer to her after a while, but it seemed he wasn’t warming up to her. It was a bit depressing. (Name) had thought they could become friends…

She was stirred from her thoughts by the vibration of her cellphone. She reached into her pocket and pulled the device out, seeing Chrollo was calling her.

“Hello, (Name).”

He talked as soon as she’d answered. “Hi Chrollo! Not to be rude, but is there a reason you’re calling?”

“That’s not rude to ask at all. I am calling to inform you that my comrade will be arriving at your stand in…”

He paused for a moment, possibly looking down at his watch or phone screen.

“5 minutes. I tried to call you earlier, but the call wouldn’t go through. I assume it was because of the signal issue you told me about last time.”

“Yes, most likely. Thank you for telling me. Can you tell me your comrades name?”

“His name is uvogin. Don’t worry, you won’t miss him. He’s… large.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow at this. “Alright… thank you again. Is there anything else?”

“Mmm, no. Goodbye (Name). I wish you good luck.”

“Good luck? What do y-“

He hung up before she could finish her sentence.

—————

Chrollo hadn’t lied about him being huge.

(Name) watched as a beast of a man went from stall to stall, asking for her. She stepped out from behind the counter and waved. “Hi, I’m (Name).”

Uvogin stopped in his tracks, taking in her appearance.

She was short, but taller than Feitan. Her face was pretty, and appearance soft. He hummed as he gave her a once over, nodding approvingly. She was definitely someone he could see Feitan being interested in.

“Hey there, doll face. Name’s Uvogin.”

(Name) shrunk under his gaze, peeking at him shyly. “Nice to meet you, Uvogin. You’re a friend of Feitan, right? Come in!”

The man had to crouch to enter her booth, sitting on a chair in the corner. “I have to work for a bit longer, then we can go home. If you get bored you can explore the town, just meet back up with me a-“

“I’ll stay here.”

The girl only nodded, turning her attention to a customer.

Uvogin watched her work, taking in every small detail of her behavior. She was kind, always thanking each customer and smiling even after they left. (Name) rummaged around under her counter and pulled out a box.

“There’s some pastries in here if you’re hungry. The old lady that runs the booth across from me traded some for a few jars of jam. Just leave a few for Feitan, he has a huge sweet tooth.”

Uvogin opened the box, seeing rows of pastries of differing types. “You gonna eat any?”

She paused, looking from the box of pastries then back to the street. “No, I’m not hungry. Please, help yourself.”

He shrugged and complied, eating as many as he wanted.

An hour later and (Name) started packing up her basket, humming to herself as she lifted the leftover jars. Uvogin picked up her basket once she was done, not listening to her protests.

“Can’t let a pretty lady like you carry everything, can I?”

She couldn’t argue with that.

———————

(Name) walked through town with Uvogin, picking up a few things off her grocery list before they made their way to where she parked her bike.

“Oh. We can just walk home, I wouldn’t want to-“

Before she could finish her sentence, Uvogin lifted the girl up and threw her over her shoulder, then grabbed the bike with the hand he held the basket with.

“H-hey! Put me down!”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. He smacked her leg gently to stop her from squirming.

“Quit wiggling, this way will be way faster. Trust me.”

Although (Name) didn’t like it, she complied. “… alright, but don’t drop me.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

(Name) had never gone so fast in her life. The man moved at a speed she didn’t think was humanly possible. If she didn’t close her eyes, she’d get motion sickness.

“U-Uvogin, you’re so fast! Are you like… a track star?”

He laughed again. “No, nothing like that. I do have a lot of experience running away, but never from a fight.”

(Name) gasped. “Oh, you must be very brave then! I dislike fighting myself.”

“Hmm, is that so? I woulda pegged you for a little brawler.” He teased. (Name) giggled at that.

“Oh, you’re funny. It’s strange, you’re nothing like I imagined you would be. Feitan’s so…”

“Unsociable?”

“Yeah!”

They reached her home way quicker than (Name) thought possible, the usually 45 minute bike ride cut down to a 10 minute run.

He dropped her off onto the ground gently, helping her stand. “Yeah, he’s always been like that. Don’t take it personally.”

He patted her butt affectionately, the girl jumping at the contact.

Feitan kicked open the front door, staring at the two.

“… Uvogin.” He said in a greeting.

The man grinned down at him, his hand still on her butt. “Now who got you looking all fucked up?”

Feitan scowled, leaning against the doorway. His eyes drifted from Uvogin’s face to his arm.

Uvogin caught him staring at his hand on her butt and got a mischievous look in his eye.

“You got yourself a cute little nurse taking care of you here, don’t you?”

He pulled the girl closer to him, (Name) stiffening.

Feitan didn’t say anything, instead walking back inside with a huff. Uvogin held back a laugh, letting the girl go and entering her house.

“Um… welcome to my home…”

She followed the two in, wondering if inviting him into her home was the right choice.

“So… Uvogin, what do you want for dinner?”

(Name) sat between the two on the couch. Uvogin took up a majority of it, forcing (Name) to lean her leg against Feitan. For once, he didn’t seem to mind her physical contact.

“How about some roasted chicken?”

“Sure! Any specific sides you want?”

“Whatever you think is best, sweetheart.”

Feitan shot the man a look, (Name) getting up to prepare dinner.

“Feitan, is there anything you’d like?”

“… rice.”

(Name) leaned over the back of the couch, peeking at him. Her face was dangerously close to his.

“What was that Feitan?”

He turned his face away quickly. “Said rice. You deaf?”

She rolled her eyes and walked over to the kitchen.

“Man, Fei, what’s got you all worked up?”

Not many people would be able to notice his stiff posture being a sign he was uncomfortable, but Uvogin did. The shorter man sighed.

“Nothing. What boss sent you for?”

Uvogin grinned, leaning against the couch. “Boss was worried about you.”

Feitan’s eyes were on (Name)’s figure again. “I see. Anything else?”

Uvogin pulled out a cell phone and tossed it to Feitan. The man blinked at Uvogin, the cell phone falling into his lap. “Ah, forgot you can’t move your arms. Boss asked me to give you this. It’s a cellphone that can get signal anywhere, he had Shalnark work on it for you.”

He picked the phone back up and turned it on, showing feitan the screen. It only had the options to call, take pictures, and text.

“It’s simple, but it’ll get the job done.”

Uvogin sniffed the air and raised an eyebrow in Feitan’s direction. “Why do you smell like a chick?”

Feitan groaned. “Shut up.”

——————

“Uvogin, could I ask you for a favor?”

(Name) stood behind the couch, wearing a frilly pink apron over her overalls.

“Sure, you’ve been taking care of this piece of work for a few weeks now, what can I do for you, sugar?”

Feitan shot him a glare, glancing between him and (Name). He wasn’t sure why, but the way Uvogin acted so flirtatiously with her was getting on his nerves.

“I have my hands full in the kitchen, could you go gather some eggs from the chicken coop?”

“Yeah, no problem.”

The large man stood, towering over (Name). “I’ll be right back.”

(Name) waved as he left out the door, calling out a sweet thanks before returning to the kitchen. “Hey, Feitan?”

The man didn’t reply, but turned to look at her.

“Since you’re able to move your fingers, do you want to flatten out this pie crust? It might help loosen them up!”

She set the pie crust on the table, smiling at him. Feitan stood up and approached the table, plopping into the chair. (Name) helped to lift his arms, placing his hands in the pan.

She stood behind him and held his hands, showing him how to press down correctly. “Here, like this.”

The feeling of her chest pressed against his back as she helped him only caused Feitan to stiffen. He struggled to concentrate when she was so close that he was able to smell her perfume.

“Oh, you’re getting it! Okay I have to work on dinner, just keep at it and tell me when you’re done.”

She leaned back and walked away, checking on the chicken before pulling out a cutting board.

Feitan tried to steady his breathing. She was always so warm, every time she touched him it was difficult to think.

He watched her from the corner of his eye as he pressed the pie crust down with his fingers. There was a strange warm feeling bubbling in his stomach.

BAWK BAWK!!

(Name) lifted her head at the sound of her chickens panicked calls. She raised an eyebrow in Feitan’s direction before stepping into her flip flops and sprinting out the door. Feitan was quick to follow after her, the man having a hunch to what was happening.

“Uvogin WHAT THE HELL!?”

(Name) threw open the coop to see the remains of two of her roosters lying on the ground, Uvogin having another one in his mouth.

The man looked up nonchalantly, blood dribbling down his chin. “Hey, your chickens attacked me, so technically this is self defense.”

(Name) wasn’t hearing any of this. The girl had taken off her flip flop, smacking him on the back repeatedly. “DROP IT!”

The man did little to protect himself, not even feeling the impact of her blows. He simply caught her wrist.

“Why, it’s already dead. Does it matter?”

He was right, the first thing he did was break the roosters neck, but (Name) used her other hand to tear the chicken from his grasp.

“I know that, but if you eat raw chicken you’ll get sick! At least wait until dinner!”

The girl wrenched her hand free and stormed off, brushing past Feitan. The shorter man blinked, looking between her and Uvogin.

Feitan didn’t often see THAT look on Uvogin’s face, but it never meant anything good.

“Oh ho ho, I like her. She’s feisty.”

He brushed the blood from his mouth, kicking the chickens corpse out of his way. Feitan didn’t like the way Uvogin’s eyes followed (Name)’s hips.

“Uvogin.”

Feitan gripped the man’s arm, his eyes narrowed. “Control yourself.”

Uvogin glanced at Feitan’s hand before brushing it away. “Why? Not like you own her.”

Feitan didn’t answer. Uvogin wasn’t wrong, she wasn’t his, and he didn’t even want her. So why did the thought of Uvogin wanting her in a not-so-friendly way make him seethe?

Feitan knew he found her somewhat attractive, but that’s where his connection to her ended. She meant nothing to him other than being a means to an end.

The black haired man turned on his heels, walking back inside behind (Name).

——————

Feitan couldn’t help but feel annoyed with the current situation.

(Name) sat a plate in front of Uvogin, giving him a smile. “Here you are! I hope the food is to your liking.”

She smiled a bit too sweetly in the man’s direction for Feitan’s liking.

Again, (Name) sat down next to Feitan without a plate of her own, feeding him as Uvogin watched. It was a little embarrassing for Uvogin to see him like this, only worsening his mood.

“There, all done. Would you like some dessert-“

“No.”

(Name) tilted her head. “Are you sure, you always w-“

“I said no.”

(Name) stopped, suddenly standing up and pushing her chair in. “Goodnight Uvogin, I hope the pull out couch will suffice.”

Uvogin nodded through a mouthful of food. “Yeah, should be alright.”

The girl began to walk away.

“(Name)?”

She turned back to look at Uvogin. “Yes?”

“You gonna eat?”

She paused, looking between him and Feitan before pulling at the fabric of her shirt. “Maybe later.”

Then she was gone, shutting her bedroom door behind her. Uvogin glanced at Feitan between bites of food. “What’s up with her?”

The shorter man shrugged, huffing. “Been like that for a few days. Maybe started period.”

Uvogin shook her head. “Doesn’t smell like blood. Would’ve thought you’d known that, Fei.”

“Was joking.”

The muscular man let out a laugh. “I see.”

The two sat in silence for a moment, the only sound being Uvogin’s chewing.

“She acts strange lately. Unnerving.”

Feitan broke the silence with his statement, leaning back against his chair. Uvogin raised an eyebrow. Feitan wasn’t usually the type to care about how others acted if it didn’t affect him, so obviously it was affecting him somewhat.

“Did something happen to make her… upset?”

Neither of the two men were that informed on women, with Uvogin having a bit more knowledge that Feitan.

“Don’t know. Just started acting like that one day.”

“Think back to that day. Did anything happen that was unusual?”

Feitan tried to think back to it, remembering her in her bathing suit and being slapped by a fish.

“She got slapped by fish?”

Uvogin chuckled. “That’s not exactly fun, but she doesn’t seem the type to be mad over that. By the way she’s been acting, maybe you said something to upset her?”

Feitan kept thinking. “Called her idiot, but never got upset with that before.”

He hummed in thought, and then it hit him.

“Called her… something different.”

Uvogin put his elbows on the table, leaning into his hands. “And what exactly did you call her?”

Feitan thought back to all the signs he should have noticed. Wearing less revealing clothes, not eating in front of him, struggling to keep up her happy face in his presence…

“Fatty.”

Uvogin physically recoiled, giving his friend a ‘holy shit’ look before hissing out a low yikes.

“That’s possibly the worst thing you could call a woman. You’ve really outdone yourself, Fei.”

Feitan groaned. “So what? Called her fat, not like it’s untrue.”

Uvogin sighed. “Buddy, it doesn’t matter. Have you commented on her appearance before that?”

“… no? Why matter?”

Uvogin clicked his tongue. “It matters because she probably didn’t think you cared what she looked like, and after you called her that it solidified in her mind that you see her as fat. Probably made her think that’s all you see her as.”

Feitan scrunched his eyebrows together. “But I don’t?”

“Yeah but she can’t read your mind, Fei. Why don’t you try talking to her about it?”

Feitan made an uncomfortable sound, tapping on the table nervously. He didn’t want her to know that he cared about her, even if slightly. “Don’t want to. She’ll get over it.”

With that, Feitan stood and walked to his room. “Gonna sleep. Goodnight.”

Uvogin watched the man leave, a frown on his lips.

He wasn’t an idiot, Uvogin could tell Feitan had at least some kind of affection for the girl. And from his brief time spent with (Name), he could tell this was really affecting her.

‘Guess I’ll have to be a villain in this story. You’ll thank me for it later, Fei.’

——————

“How long will you be staying?” (Name) asked as she placed a stack of pancakes in front of the large man. Uvogin stabbed the top pancake and shoved it into his mouth, chewing for a moment before answering.

“About two days. My ride will be here either Wednesday or Thursday. Depends on how fast he finishes his job.”

Feitan hummed. “Nobunaga?”

Uvogin nodded in response.

“Figured.”

After breakfast, Uvogin and Feitan followed (Name) outside. She had requested the two help with her work, neither able to complain. After all, she was feeding and housing them, did they have the right to?

“Feitan, how are your arms feeling?”

He replied by making his hands into fists, only grimacing slightly. “Can move hands now.”

(Name) gasped, patting his back. “Oh wow, that was quick! You can pick up fruit and drop them into this basket! That way, you don’t need to lift your arms!”

She demonstrated by squatting down and picking up a fallen apple and dropping it into the basket.

He only grumbled at her touch, moving away. Feitan didn’t want to admit to her that he had gained movement in his hand because he had gotten angry Uvogin was leering at her, so he remained silent.

(Name) ignored his attitude, moving onto Uvogin.

“You task is catching some fish for dinner. There’s a fishing pole I-“

“I won’t be needing a pole, sweetheart.”

(Name) followed Uvogin to the river, Feitan only able to watch as he picked up apples. “I’ll be back and forth. I like to use the river water when watering my garden.”

In her hands was a large, elephant shaped watering can. It was cute, something Feitan could picture her using.

She seemed to like the softer things in life, like stuffed animals, magical girl anime, and romance novels. These were all things he’d noticed during his observations.

During the few times he’d entered her room while she was sleeping(to wake her up of course, definitely not to watch her sleep), he’d seen at least a dozen plushies littering her bed, and anime posters taped to her walls.

Her interests were endearing, and he hated how cute he found it. He hated that he LIKED when she’d ramble out her newest interest as she washed his hair.

(Name) was carrying the now full watering can with both hands, the weight of it causing her to groan. Before Feitan could (grumpily) offer his help, Uvogin appeared next to her and grabbed it from her hands.

“I got this, beautiful. Why don’t you rest your pretty little head?”

(Name) blushed at the compliment, quickly hurrying inside. Feitan gave Uvogin a dirty look, his hands gripping the fabric of his pants.

She never shied away with a blush like that with him. What was it about Uvogin that made her react that way? Did she find him handsome, more handsome than HIM? Was it that he was taller, more muscular?

Feitan shook those thoughts from his head.

‘Don’t care. Don’t care what she thinks at all. Just a stupid girl.’

Uvogin wasn’t used to being able to see Feitan’s entire face. Now, he could see every subtle emotion cross over his friends face. Jealousy, self consciousness, embarrassment. Most people wouldn’t be able to pick up on this, but Uvogin knew Feitan better than most.

That meant his plan was working.

The large man had decided that if he wouldn’t admit to his feelings or talk with (Name), he’s flirt with her until Feitan had no choice but to act. After all, they were thieves, and were very possessive of what they viewed as THEIRS.

————————

Around lunch time, (Name) exited the house carrying a tray of sandwiches and drinks. “Hey boys, I made lunch!”

She settled the tray onto the table on her porch, waiting for the two to arrive. Feitan was the first one to walk up, plopping down onto the cushioned chair with a huff.

“Lemonade?”

(Name) nodded, setting his food and drink in front of him. “Yep! Made just how you like it?”

Oh. She’d made it with his taste in mind. Feitan sipped on his lemonade as Uvogin plopped down next to him.

“This is delicious. You know, you’d make a good wife (Name).”

(Name) waved her hand dismissively as her cheeks heated up. “Oh no, I don’t think I’m fit to be a wife. Men have never really been interested in me.”

Uvogin raised an eyebrow as his eyes dragged down her figure and back up to her pretty face. “I don’t see why, you’re easy on the eyes.”

Feitan could tell (Name) wasn’t used to this type of attention by the way she quickly covered her face and ran away. It was confusing to him too, had no one ever told her that she was attractive before? Was it not glaringly obvious?

“Ain’t she just a cutie? I might just have to snatch her up when I leave.”

Feitan sends him a dirty look, gritting his teeth. “No. Need her assistance.”

Uvogin hums. “Ah I see. I won’t take her then.”

Feitan visibly relaxed when he stated this, but Uvogin leaned forward, meeting Feitan’s eyes as a wicked grin spread across his face.

“You wouldn’t mind me just fucking her then, right?”

——————

(Name) jumped at the sound of something crashing on her porch. She left the jars she’d been cleaning in the sink as she raced out the door to see what the commotion was.

Feitan stood over Uvogin, his umbrella pressed against the man’s throat.

“You push your luck,” feitan said through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowed and angry.

Uvogin didn’t seem fazed at all, he even looked… excited.

“If I knew all it would take is a little teasing to get you so riled up, I would’ve done so long ago.”

The man easily pushed the umbrella away and jumped into a standing position. He leaned down to whisper something in Feitan’s ear (Name) couldn’t hear, but the shorter man’s enraged expression relaxed slightly, his uneven breathing slowing down.

He grunted in response, shrugging the man off and walking past (Name). Feitan began walking alongside the river, kicking rocks as he disappeared from view.

(Name) turned to Uvogin, perplexed on how Feitan was able to take down such a large man so easily. “… what happened?”

Uvogin shrugged, leaning against the porch railing as he continued eating his 3rd sandwich.

“Just some teasing. Fei’s a bit on the dense side, so I’m just helping him out.”

(Name) didn’t understand how teasing would help him figure out anything, but didn’t question it. It wasn’t her business, but a part of her worried for Feitan. He’d been in an even worse mood than usual.

“Well… go easy on him. He’s…” she stopped before she could call feitan her friend.

“He’s sensitive.”

Uvogin noticed this. It wasn’t often that people stuck up for his unsocial friend, the last time he could remember being in childhood.

(Name) grabbed a sandwich and took a big bite before stepping off the porch and running down the riverside.

Uvogin watched, smirking to himself.

‘Boss will be happy to know Feitan is in good hands after all. She might just be the one.’

He looked down to her half eaten sandwich.

“Can’t let this go to waste.”

——————

(Name) jogged along the rocky terrain until she could see Feitan’s silhouette sitting with his feet in the cold water.

Feitan spared her a glance before continuing to stare into the water, his hands gripping the fabric of his shirt.

“Hey. You doing alright?”

(Name) plopped down beside him and pulled her knees to her chest, joining him in staring at the flowing river.

“… yes.”

(Name) thought about the what to do next for a moment, weighing her options. She took a deep breath and leaned her head against his shoulder, her hair ticking his cheek.

“You’re a bad liar.”

The man didn’t know how to react, his shoulders stiffening to the point she could feel the tension. He didn’t yell or shy away from her touch, staying silent next to her.

(Name) stayed like that for a few more seconds before pulling away and standing up, offering him her hand.

“Come on. I’m gonna show you something cool.”

He looked from her face to her hand, before hesitantly taking it.

———————

(Name) led him by the hand further down the river. Although he wasn’t the biggest fan of physical contact, his hand in hers didn’t bother him, much to his chagrin.

The pads of her fingers rubbed against the back of his hand gently, causing him to tighten his grip. The feeling of her soft, unscarred palm against his calloused one was a nice contrast.

He let himself enjoy the feeling of comfort, silently following her like a loyal dog.

“Just a little further. I think you’ll really like it!”

Their journey continued for a few more minutes before (Name) let go of his hand, jogging toward a forest tree line. Feitan looked down at his hand, the warmth (Name) had provided slowly fading away. He rushed toward suddenly, grabbing her hand again before his mind could stop him.

(Name) continued jogging, only looking back for a second to give him a confused smile.

The two entered the forest, (Name) leading him between trees and over a small stream before she finally stopped.

“Here we are.”

Feitan stepped forward, not daring to let go of her hand as he took in the sight before him.

Wisteria trees created a circle, the center holding a small shack. It had a tinfoil roof and solid wooden walls.

“This is my hideout! I come here when my family visits and I need a break.”

She let go of his hand after giving it a gentle squeeze, opening the door to the shack. “Come on in!”

There was enough room for the two to stand inside comfortably, a few pillows on the ground serving as cushioning. There we a bookshelf full of manga and fantasy novels, the girl pulling a few off the shelf and stuffing them into her bag.

“My parents send me manga and books every month. They have a friend that works at a library so whenever they retire old books they’re sent my way. Is there any that interest you?”

Feitan crouched down next to her, perusing the collection of manga. It wasn’t much, only having a few different series, but Feitan spotted something he’d read before.

It was a dark sci-fi, a manga Chrollo had gifted him after they’d raided an abandoned library.

“This manga doesn’t have a lot of dialogue. I think you’ll like it, Feitan.”

Feitan pulled the first two volumes out of their place, flipping through the pages before nodding. “This one.”

(Name) grinned, stuffing them into her bag. “Alright, anything else?”

He picked a random romance manga, feeling drawn to it for some reason. After filling her bag, the girl sat on the cushion and pushed her hair out of her face.

“So, how are you feeling?”

“Why you ask?”

(Name) poked her lip out in a pout. “Hey, at least answer my question before asking one of your own.”

A ghost of a smile graced his lips. “I’m… okay. Tired.”

She nodded, lying on her back. “Yeah. Uvogin said he was teasing you earlier.”

Feitan scowled. What all did that oaf tell her?

“Really? That all? Didn’t try anything else?”

“No, just ate your sandwich.”

He grumbled at that, crossing his legs. “Always does that.”

(Name) giggled. “You two must be good friends. He seems to care about you a lot.”

Feitan glanced at her, pulling the hood of his jacket over his head. “Yeah. Could say that.”

(Name) didn’t ask anymore questions, instead deciding to chat about his recovery and show him her favorite manga. He didn’t reply much, but he was way less hostile.

An hour passed, the two now quiet. (Name) suddenly stretched, standing up and offering her hand once again.

“Let’s head back, I need to get started on dinner or Uvogin will eat my chickens again.”

Feitan snickered, allowing her to pull him to his feet. His hand remained in hers the entire way back, the man only letting go when the house was in sight.

—————

“Oh wow!”

(Name) peered over the edge of the bucket, several fish staring right back out her. “How many did you catch?”

“13. Already ate some though, so there’s 9 left.”

(Name) didn’t question him on how he ate the fish, instead getting to work descaling and deboning them.

Feitan watched in mild surprise as she worked. He hadn’t expected a soft girl like her to be able to kill an animal and skin it without so much as a squeal.

“Wow pretty lady, you’re good with your hands. How many times have you done this?”

Uvogin sat at the counter, Feitan next to him. They had been watching her work quietly, following every movement she made with curious eyes.

“Oh, I’m the oldest child of a family of six. For a while my family didn’t have much money, so we relied on fishing and hunting to feed ourselves. My momma had her work cut out for her raising my youngest sister, so I ended being the one to clean up any game my dad would bring home.”

She placed the cleaned and battered fillets into a skillet, the sound of them frying echoing through the kitchen. “Although, they’re not my real family, I still love them a lot.”

“Real family? So you’re not their kid?” Uvogin asked, curious. (Name) nodded.

“Yeah, I was adopted when I was four years old. My mom and dad used to participate in an organization called “Bakers for the Broken”. They’d bake bread and pastries and hand them out the homeless kids where I came from. I think the place was called…”

She dropped another fillet into the skillet, humming in thought.

“Oh! It was called Meteor City. Apparently that’s where I was born.”

The two made eye contact, their expressions softening ever so slightly.

“Meteor City, huh? You remember anything about it?”

(Name) paused, her hand instinctively moving towards the left side of her lower back.

“No, not really. Mom and Dad found me wandering around, wearing nothing but an oversized tshirt and shorts. I kept saying that ‘they’re coming for me’. I can’t remember who they are or what they did to me, but apparently it was too awful to tell me, even as an adult.”

She lifted up the back of her shirt, showing a small scar. It was a simple star, with an eye in the middle.

“Apparently they were human traffickers. They cut this into my skin to brand me as their merchandise.”

Feitan’s eyes bore into the mark, his grip on the table tightening. Uvogin wasn’t doing much better.

The memories of their deceased childhood friend flooded their mind. Would (Name) have suffered a similar fate if she hadn’t been saved by her parents?

“I’m getting the mark removed this winter. It’s for the best, considering they could still be looking for me.”

(Name) pulled her shirt back down, taking the finished fish fillets out of the pan and onto a piece of paper towel.

“Sorry, that was a lot to dump on you two. Sometimes when I start talking I just can’t stop.”

She turned to the two, her eyes widening.

They were angry, but she could tell it wasn’t at her. Feitan stood up and approached her, grabbing her wrist. “No. Don’t say sorry. Didn’t deserve that.”

She slipped her hand into his, smiling down at him. “Thanks. I don’t know if I have the right to be upset, since I can’t remember it. There’s a lot of people out there that aren’t so lucky.”

Feitan looked away, squeezing her hand before letting go.

There seemed to be an unsaid agreement between the two. This girl wasn’t their enemy, and although Feitan would continue to be guarded, just knowing she was raised in meteor city created an almost kinship with her in his and Uvogin’s heart.

She may not remember the city, but it would always live on within her. The residents of the dumping city never truly left, their nonexistent birth certificates being the only evidence they’d ever been abandoned there.

Feitan wondered how she’d react to knowing him, Chrollo, and Uvogin hailed from the same city. Uvogin didn’t mention it, so decided to keep quiet on the information as well.

Dinner was more peaceful than usual, Feitan gladly taking dessert this time. (Name) and Uvogin chatted as she fed him his dessert, the air relaxed.

(Name) actually ate with the two this time, laughing at Uvogin’s jokes and poking Feitan’s cheek when he groaned at her puns. He only narrowed his eyes and frowned, when before he would have lashed out with his teeth or words.

She was the first to head to bed, her eyes sleepy. Feitan watched her leave, knowing that Uvogin would want to speak alone.

“So she’s from Meteor City. Ain’t that crazy?”

The large man tossed another pastry into his mouth, his eyebrows drawn together in thought.

“Isn’t unusual for kids to be taken. Must of wandered from residential area.” Feitan stated, staring at her closed door. There was still some residual anger that bubbled in his stomach. What had happened to her, and who had left that mark on her soft skin?

“I got a picture of the mark. When I get into town I’ll send it to the boss. He’ll want to make sure the organization isn’t still active and hunting in that old dump.”

Feitan nodded. He couldn’t stop thinking about her sad expression. Was she telling the complete truth when she said she didn’t remember anything? He wouldn’t press on that, Feitan knew better than most that some memories were better left buried in the dirt.

“He might want to meet her. Pakunoda could be able to see into her memories and get more details about the people that took her.” Uvogin cleared his throat.

“Maybe. This girl more useful than first thought.”

Uvogin shook his head. “Oh stop beating around the bush. You’re interested in that girl aren’t you?”

Feitan paused, his expression unreadable. “Interested? In what way?”

Uvogin groaned, his chair squeaking loudly as he leaned back. “You like her. It’s so obvious that it’s annoying. Every time I flirt with her you look at me like you’ll actually kill me.”

Feitan scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Don’t feel that way.”

The larger man rolled his eyes, pushing back his long hair. “Whatever you say, man. Just try to be nicer to her, huh? Seems like she wants to be your friend.”

The black haired man looked up at that, his eyes widening ever so slightly. “Friends? Why?”

Uvogin shrugged. “Dunno, if we hadn’t been friends for years I wouldn’t be able to stand your cranky ass.”

Feitan glanced back at her door, his heart beating faster. He hadn’t made a new friend in years. Sure he met new spiders and wasn’t hostile towards them, but he wouldn’t call them friends.

“I’m leaving early tomorrow. My job here is done.”

Feitan raised an eyebrow at this. “Your job?”

Uvogin pressed a finger to his lips. “That’s a secret, Fei. I’m going to bed.”

Feitan rolled his eyes and left, closing his bedroom door behind him. As he slipped under his covers, he wondered if (Name) would really ever consider him a friend…

Or maybe even something more.

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Reunited

Part 24

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

part 23

part 25

warning: feitan is mean and ungrateful but what did you expect, he’s a lil gremlin! reader gets bitten and scratched cuz he’s wild 🙏

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3 years ago

The summer air was suffocating. (Name) had long since abandoned her long sleeves and fluffy blankets, exchanging them for tank tops and sheets.

The girl continued her work of peeling apples. If she wanted to finish her next batch of apple butter before her journey into town next week, she’d need to peel until she couldn’t anymore.

“Reports of the notorious band of thieves, the Phantom Troupe, wreaking havoc in the next city over have reached-“

(Name) switched the channel of her small bear up radio. She didn’t want to hear about some thieves causing mayhem. The girl had already pushed the name out of her mind by the time she continued her work.

As the day wore on, she felt herself grow tired. She’d peeled around 60 apples. (Name) tossed the remaining bags of fruit into her fridge, setting the cut apples to boil on the stove.

‘Mmm, I think I’ll go dip my feet in the river while this boils. I deserve a little relaxation!’

(Name) slipped her flip flops on and ran outside, sliding down the hill and to the river’s edge.

It was calm and quiet, the sound of crickets and the sight of fireflies soothing to the girl. The water was surprisingly cool against her skin, causing her to jump lightly upon contact.

She sat down on the rocky riverside, dipping her feet into the water. “Ahh, now this is nice.”

For a moment, all of her worries of making ends meet and supporting her family melted away, the feeling of the river’s water lapping at her skin allowing her to forget.

But this wouldn’t last long. (Name) opened her eyes at the sound of something bobbing in the water. She turned to look down the river, narrowing her eyes to get a better look.

‘Is that an alligator? No, it couldn’t be, that shape isn’t right…’

(Name) stood and shook the water from her feet. She walked along the riverside until she was close enough to see what was floating on the surface of the water.

“Is that… oh my god!”

(Name) threw off her shoes and jumped into the river, swimming to the center to grab at the shape slowly sinking into the water. It was a person!

She swam back to shore, pulling the man up onto the rocky riverside. He was breathing, thankfully, so she wouldn’t have to do mouth to mouth.

“Let’s get you inside…”

She half carried, half drug the body to her porch, setting him down on the wooden floor as she scurried inside. She quickly turned the apples off before they could boil over, and rushed into the bathroom for her first aid kit and towels.

Not only was he absolutely soaked, but his body was covered in wounds, ranging from small cuts, to gashes. His arms were in the worst of shape though, having turned a strange purple color.

“Ah, he’s shivering. I gotta get him warmed up before he gets sick…”

She pulled at the man’s clothes, muttering an apology under her breath as she began undressing him.

—————

(Name) sighed, setting the small man down on the bed in the guest room. Thankfully she’d just laid out fresh sheets.

The girl didn’t have any men’s clothes for him, so she settled on pulling a pair of her pajama pants over his otherwise naked body. So far she had avoided looking at anything private, and she was planning on keeping it that way.

“Mm, his shirt was destroyed, but his pants and boxers can be washed and dried. Better than nothing, I guess.” She set aside the wet clothing for later, focusing on his injuries.

He had a large gash on his chest. It would need stitches, something (Name) could handle. Any other small cuts and bruises could be treated with a bandaid or salve, but his arms… that’s what she was most worried about.

His arms didn’t appear to be broken, but the purple color was throwing her off. He had also grunted in pain when she’d touched him, the only reaction he’d had the the entire time.

She decided to wait until he woke up to address his arms, setting some packs of ice to help with the swelling.

(Name) got to work stitching up his wound, being as gentle as possible. After that, she wrapped his chest in gauze, tending to his smaller cuts with some antibacterial spray and bandaids.

He had some glass stuck in one of his legs, which she had to pick out as well. Just what in the hell happened to this man to be in such bad shape?

She wanted to call a doctor to come check him out, but she had so signal so far out from town. She’d have to wait for him to wake up and be stabilized before she could leave, and that worried her.

After a few hours of tender care, (Name) covered him up and turned off the light. His breathing had evened out, his chest rising and falling softly.

When (Name) was finally able to climb into bed, she realized she hadn’t taken the time to really take in his appearance. She’d been so focused on saving his life she hadn’t even thought to get a good look at him.

‘That’s alright. I’ll take a good look at him tomorrow…’

—————

Sun filtered in through the curtain drawn window, causing the sleeping man to groan and attempt to raise a hand to his face to block out the light.

He regretted this immediately.

Indescribable pain shot through his limbs, causing him to scream out in agony. He cursed in his native tongue, struggling to sit up.

The door in front of him bursted open, a short, plump woman running through.

“Holy- are you okay? You’re awake oh my-“

She paused at the wild look in his eyes. The man growled, struggling to back away as he practically barked at her.

“Stay back.”

(Name) held her hands up in surrender, giving him the space he requested. Once she was a good distance away, he relaxed, but only slightly.

“Where am I?” He had an accent that (Name) couldn’t quite place, but it was nice.

The girl looked from his face to his arms, concern written across her face. “You’re in my home. I found you in the river last night.”

He frowned, sweat beading down his forehead from him straining to get up. “Who are you?”

“Oh, I’m (Name).”

His next question came fast. “What you want from me?”

She paused, her brows knitting together in confusion. “Nothing? Why do you ask?”

He let out a humorless laugh. “No one helps for “nothing”. What, want information? Better kill me, I don’t talk.”

She blinked before waving her hands frantically. “Kill? Whoah I’m not gonna kill you! I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I don’t want anything from you.”

Although he could tell she spoke the truth, it didn’t do anything to ease his suspicious. “Don’t… don’t come near.”

He felt his eyelids grow heavy. He had just woken up, but he was still exhausted. The weight of his body slowly sunk back into the bed, the man falling back into a restless sleep.

(Name) stood still until his breathing returned to normal. She then walked over and placed a hand on his forehead.

‘He’s burning up!’

She rushed out of the room and returned to place a damp rag on his head, replacing the melting bags of ice on his arms as she did.

‘Hmm… I’ll make something easy to eat for when he wakes up.’

She settled on some homemade chicken noodle soup. She’d recently culled some of her meaner roosters, so she had some left over chicken sitting in her freezer.

“This will do. I hope he’s not allergic to any of this…”

(Name) was able to get a better look at him this time. He was relatively small, shorter than her definitely, with black hair that fell past his cheeks and a pale complexion. She couldn’t place his eye color, they were either a dark shade of gray or a light shade of purple.

The next time the man woke up, it was night. By the looks of the sky outside, it had just become dark out. He could hear the sound of the woman humming, the clinks and clanks of dishes being washed reverberating down the hall.

He was able to sit up with minimal pain this time, the bags of (now melted) ice dripping to the floor. The rag that had been placed on his forehead fell into his lap as he observed his surrounding.

The room was plain, having blue walls and no decorations. Next to him was a night stand with a cup of water and a straw. Had that woman left that there?

‘Need to call boss. Doesn’t know what happened.’

He looked around, spotting his phone next to the water on the nightstand. It was broken, and even if it hadn’t been it wouldn’t have worked because of his dip in the river.

The man thought back to his fight, and how he’d gotten there.

Chrollo had ordered him to steal an expensive relic from a local gang, which Feitan thought was child’s play. Although only Feitan was ordered to take the gang out, the news reported that there was more than one spider ransacking the town. He wondered how scared they would have been if they knew all that damage had been caused by him.

Feitan only ran into trouble when a nen user skilled in paralyzing peoples bodies was able to grab his arms. The limbs quickly turned purple, but Feitan was able to kill the man with little to no further injuries.

He dropped the relic off at the designated spot before walking along the river. Feitan hadn’t realized how badly injuried he really was until he felt himself sliding down the hill and into the river. He passed out before he could swim to the surface.

Thankfully, he was light enough to float down until (Name) spotted him.

‘Careless. Should have contacted Boss beforehand…’

He looked down at his arms, gritting his teeth. It seemed the persons nen hadn’t disappeared after his death. From the small amount of information he’d heard, the paralyzation could last up to 4 months. ‘Stupid. Could have been more careful.’

He wanted to slam his fist into the wall, but knew that would only make things worse. Feitan instead took a deep breath.

His mind wandered back to the woman from the previous day. His arms were next to useless, would he have to rely on her to eat? Feitan didn’t want to. He couldn’t believe that the girl had no ulterior motive, it just wasn’t possible. No one helped others without looking to gain something, at least not in Feitan’s world.

The sound of the door creaking open caught his attention. He’d been so deep in thought that he hadn’t heard her approach the door.

“You’re awake! That’s good, just in time for dinner.”

The girl walked in carrying a plate with a bowl and piece of bread on it. She sat it down in the man’s lap as she situated herself in the chair she’d placed beside his bed.

“Can you move your arms?” she asked, picking up the bags of ice.

“No.”

She nodded. “Alright, then I’ll feed y-“

“No.”

“No? What do you mean no, are you not hungry?”

She reached out to place a hand on his forehand. Maybe he had a fever that was upsetting his stomach! But before she could place her palm on his head, he lifted his head and bit her hand.

“H-hey!” She pulled her hand back and held it to her chest as small droplets of blood beaded to the surface.

“Don’t touch me.”

She could feel the venom dripping from his words, an unspoken threat laced in between them. If she touched him, he’d hurt her.

“But if I can’t touch you, I can’t help you. I promise I’m not going to hurt you, I-“

“Stay away.”

Something about that man felt dangerous, like she was a gazelle standing in front of a lion. His eyes pierced into hers, telling her that he wasn’t someone to be messed with.

(Name) sighed and stood up from her chair. “I’ll try again later. Goodnight.”

She took the bowl and left the room, turning the light off behind her.

Feitan woke up feeling better than he had when he fell asleep, and weirdly not hungry. Out of habit, he attempted to lift a hand again to block out the sunlight, only to be reminded of his condition.

“Fuck…” he groaned, sitting up. He swung his feet over the side of the bed, taking tentative steps towards the door.

He paused for just a moment to look over his attire. Hanging dangerous low on his waist was an oversized pair of sweatpants, with some kind of cat cartoon character he didn’t recognize. They were much to big for him, the drawstring pulled tight to keep them from falling down his hips.

‘If Uvogin or Shalnark saw this, wouldn’t hear the end of it.’

Unable to open it with his hands, he kicked it open, causing it to fly off its hinges.

(Name) screeched from the kitchen. “OH MY- my door!” She rushed over, glancing between her door and the man in front of her.

“Where the bathroom?”

She blinked. It took her a moment to process his question before she pointed to the open bathroom.

As he began to walk away she stopped him by clearing her throat. “Will you be needing any help?”

He glanced back at her, raising an eyebrow. “What, gonna hold my dick for me?”

He didn’t wait for her to respond, just walked in and kicked the door close.

(Name) was left in a stunned silence, staring at the door. ‘Did he…’

She huffed and went back to working in the kitchen. It wasn’t as easy as it had been before she’d had to bandage her hand, but she’d power through it.

——————

Feitan could feel something warm in his mouth, something savory. It tasted good, the man swallowing the liquid in deep gulps.

In his dreams, he was sitting with all of his childhood friends enjoying the soup chrollo had made them. All it was was chicken and water with some sparse seasonings, but feitan enjoyed every second of his meal.

The smallest of smiles was on his face as a spoon was lifted to his lips.

He was still asleep, and (Name) was going to take advantage of that.

She’d propped him up and had slowly been dripping the broth from her soup into his mouth for the past 15 minutes, being mindful of his breathing. For the past two days, she’d been feeding him like this when she could.

He refused to eat anything she offered him, threatening her if she got too close. He always followed through with his words, biting and clawing at whatever skin he could get to.

Feitan didn’t stay awake much, only getting up to use the bathroom before passing out again. She’d gotten used to the man randomly leaving his room only to use the bathroom.

One afternoon after he left, she saw water dripping down his face and onto his chest. (Name) assumed he has been drinking water from the sink. He didn’t even trust her enough to drink the water she had supplied.

This didn’t bother her, though. The kind of wounds Feitan had received, both old and new weren’t the type that littered an ordinary man’s body. He’d had a hard life of fighting to survive, so she didn’t take his harsh words and actions to heart.

(Name) had fixed the door to her best ability to give the man some privacy. She left it cracked open slightly so he could go to and fro without breaking it again. Feitan seemed perplexed by her actions. Despite his less than kind attitude, she seemed unbothered. This freaked him out.

(Name) knocked on the door before entering with a medkit in one hand and his laundry in the other. “Hey. I need to change your bandages.”

He didn’t glance up from looking at his lap, his lips twisting into a deep frown. “I said no touching.”

“Yeah, I know, but if I don’t change your bandages you’ll get an infection.”

Feitan sneered at her, spitting out his words. “Don’t care. Stay away.”

She set the medkit down and placed his laundry on the bed before she sat next to him. Unlike placing ice packs/rags and feeding him, changing his bandages in his sleep wouldn’t be easy. If he woke up, he might seriously hurt her.

“Alright, I won’t touch you, but I’ll need to go to town and get a doctor. If I can’t help you then I can at least get someone-“

“No doctor.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow at this. “No doctor? How exactly do you plan on getting better if I can’t touch you or get you a doctor?”

The man didn’t answer, giving her a glare. “Listen, your three options are to let me take care of you, see a doctor, or die from infection. What’s your choice?”

He looked her straight in the eye as he answered.

“I choose death.”

——————

“God, he’s stubborn. And annoying.”

(Name) loaded her homemade canned goods into her large basket, huffing and puffing over the man’s behavior. He’d fallen back to sleep after his declaration, not bothering to speak on the subject further.

He seemed to be doing alright, all things considered, but his attitude was worsening by the day. He refused to tell her anything, not even his name.

(Name) fastened her basket to her bike and started on her journey to town.

It took around 30 minutes by bike, but stopping to take breaks made it a 45 minute trip.

(Name) participated in a farmers market every Sunday, selling her canned goods to make enough money to support herself and send a little money home to her family every month.

After a long day of selling her goods, she packed up her cash into three plastic jars. One was for her, the second was for her family, and the third was new. It would be her “mysterious stranger fund”, money she’d use for his basic necessities.

She decided to stop by the local thrift store and buy a few different pairs of clothes for the man. It was hard to find things that fit his style. Even in the heat, he’d been wearing a long black coat, so she assumed he liked wearing warm clothing.

She could afford a pair of black jeans, a black hoodie, a few pairs of boxers, some socks, and a set of pajamas. It would have to do until she could come back next week.

He hadn’t bothered to change out of the sweatpants she’d dressed him in his first night there, despite her pleas for him to do so.

Feitan would just scoff, saying that he wouldn’t be able to sleep in his usual pair of pants.

He didn’t seem to like talking, maybe it was because he wasn’t great with words? (Name) really liked his voice though, it was attractive when he wasn’t growling or yelling at her.

She stuffed the jars her loyal customers had returned and the clothes she bought into her basket and started on her way home. It was dark now, but the moon guided her along her path.

——————

“I’m home, I got you some-“

(Name) paused, dropping her basket onto the floor.

The man was sprawled out along the floor, his breathing uneasy and sweat beading down his forehead. It looked like he’d passed out after leaving the bathroom.

She was at his side immediately, hoisting him up as gently as she could. (Name) placed him onto his bed and pulled back his bandages. The woman grimaced at the sight.

“Infected, just as I thought.”

The infection wasn’t bad, but bad enough that if it wasn’t treated, he’d die. (Name) thanked god that she kept antibiotics on hand, running to her bathroom and pulling the out of her mirror cabinet.

“Hey, can you swallow? I have some medicine that will help you.”

The man let out a ragged breath, shaking his head. “N… no. Don’t… don’t touch me.”

He was too weak to fight her, but he still refused her treatment. The girl bit her lip before popping one of the pills into her hand and squeezing his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not going to let you die.”

She shoved the pill into his mouth, holding his lips shut as he thrashed, scratching and clawing at her skin. Soon, he lost his strength again and swallowed the pill.

(Name) let go of him, blood dripping down her arms from the wounds he had inflicted. She paid them no mind, leaning him against his pillow and placing a rag on his forehead.

“I’ll be right back with some water and some fresh bandages.”

For the next 24 hours, Feitan was in and out of sleep. Every once and a while he’d feel the cool sensation of water being poured into his mouth, too weak to protest.

(Name) stayed by his side as much as she could, constantly checking his temperature and changing his bandages after applying medicine to his wounds. He’s still bark out complaints and threats, but due to his condition they were now empty.

At one point (Name) was scared he would die, his face turning pale and breathing growing softer. She held his hand through the night, tending to him as gently as she could through his pain.

——————

Feitan woke up to the feeling of someone’s hand in his.

He was still exhausted and weak from the infection, but was able to lift his head enough to see who was holding his hand.

The woman was at his bedside, having fallen asleep while caring for him. Tears fell from her eyes freely as she slept.

Had she stayed with him the entire time? Feitan glanced at his chest, seeing that he was wearing new bandages and a different pair of pants. They were black flannel pajama bottoms, something he wouldn’t usually wear, but comfortable on his sensitive skin.

He noticed his hair had been pulled back into a ponytail to keep out of his face. A rag laid on his forehead to fight his constant fever, the taste of broth on his lips.

This girl had been diligently caring for him through his tantrums and mean words. Could he really keep pretending she was out to hurt him?

(Name) stirred, her tired eyes opening to see Feitan staring down at her with calculating eyes.

“You’re awake-oh sorry.”

She let go of his hand and wiped away her tears. “Sorry, your health declined last night and I was afraid you’d die, so I held your hand. I didn’t want you to… die alone.”

Feitan couldn’t understand her kindness. Her words did something to his chest that he didn’t like, not one bit. He shrugged it off, leaning back against his pillow.

“… you stayed here whole time?”

It was the first time he’d asked her a non hostile question in days. “Yes, of course. You were very sick and needed my full attention.”

He didn’t seem satisfied with her answer, but relented. She leaned closer to look at his face, giving him a sweet smile that unsettled the man more than he cared to admit.

“Are you hungry? I’ll make you whatever you want, if it means you’ll eat.”

Feitan maintained eye contact with her. His body was weak, and he knew he’d need to eat something soon. With the infection and his injuries, he would die if he didn’t consume some nutrients. Although he said he’d rather die than be fed by her, his body wouldn’t allow him to deny his hunger any longer.

“… curry.”

She blinked, leaning back. (Name) tried to hide her excitement over his request for food. “Okay, what kind?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

(Name) was quick to leave after giving him his medicine. He didn’t fight her for it this time, only complaining about the situation.

As she left, his eyes couldn’t help but wander to her bandaged arms, the beginnings of guilt starting to form in his stomach.

——————

“Fei, what was your mama like?”

Feitan and Chrollo sat together under a makeshift shelter, the latter stirring a bubbling pot of soup. Although it was hot, no one ever complained about the food.

They were just kids then, running around having adventures and trying to survive.

“Dunno. Died.”

The young boy didn’t seem to bothered by his own words, looking out into the distance to watch his other friends play.

“Oh. Sorry to hear that.”

A silence fell over the two, Feitan pulling his knees to his chest. When was the last time someone had held him? He couldn’t remember. He didn’t even know if he’d ever been held tenderly, like he was precious to someone.

As he would grow older, Feitan would be able to hide his feeling of loneliness and need for touch, but now he was a child that was struggling to keep it all together.

Chrollo clapped a hand over his back, remaining silent as the boys eyes brimmed with tears.

Feitan always hated that dream. It made him feel soft and sappy, something he perceived as weakness. The Phantom Troupe’s interrogator didn’t have time for such useless feelings.

He had just woken from his dream, the tears that welled up in his eyes pooling down his cheeks. He hated that he couldn’t wipe them away, cursing his heart.

The smell of food cooking caused his stomach to growl. He was now aware that the woman had been slowly feeding him broth over the past few days as he slept, but that was hardly enough to fill his empty stomach.

Feitan watched through the crack in the door as the girl scurried around the house, picking up little messes as she cooked. It was amusing to watch her bump her hip against a counter and gasp before jokingly wagging her finger at it, as if it could feel shame.

He wondered if she’d act so silly if she knew he was watching.

Feitan stood up and opened the door completely. This drew (Name)’s attention, who glanced his direction before going back to working on dinner.

The man stared at her for a moment before going to the bathroom.

(Name) tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her, grateful that he left as soon as he did. It was hard to cook when you were being watched.

After leaving the bathroom, Feitan did something that (Name) hadn’t been expecting.

The short man sat at the dinner table, staring at her with unreadable eyes.

To say it was unnerving would be an understatement.

When (Name) turned to ask why he was staring at her, he scowled. “Observing.” was all he said.

She sighed and finished up dinner. If watching her would give him some peace of mind, who was she to deny him?

“Dinners ready.”

She placed a plate of beef curry down in front of him, the smell of the food almost causing his mouth to water. “Here…”

She sat next him, scooting her chair closer. He instinctively shrunk back, like a wounded animal. She only waited for him to calm down, stirring up the food to help it cool down.

“Are you ready?”

He hesitantly nodded, leaning towards her with his mouth open.

The first bite was heaven for Feitan. He didn’t know if he’d ever tasted anything better than the curry he was eating then. After that, he was much more receptive to her feeding him, finishing the plate before he realized it.

“Alright, do you want some more? There’s also some pie in the fridge if you want some!”

He didn’t answer. It was already humiliating enough to be fed by a complete stranger, he didn’t want it to last any longer than it had to.

But his sweet tooth would not agree with his brain.

“Pie.” He stated, staring at the fridge.

——————

After his meal, Feitan retired to his room to sleep. Just walking around was exhausting, he didn’t have any energy to socialize with someone he didn’t really like.

The man stared up at the ceiling, thinking back to her face as she fed him. She didn’t look at him in a condescending way or laugh when the food fell onto the floor because it had been too hot. No, she patiently waited for him to finish chewing his food, and wiped his mouth as if she were taking care of someone she cared about a lot.

Of course, Feitan wouldn’t process that (Name) cared for him, a stranger for a long time. It didn’t make sense to him. Why help someone when you stood to gain nothing?

He watched as she cleaned up the kitchen through the crack in the doorway.

‘Strange woman.’

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