Record Of Ragnarok- Taking A Walk/hike

Record of ragnarok- Taking a walk/hike

Hlokk-“Jack.. can you carry me up the rest of trail my legs hurt!!”

Jack-“of course darling. Let this be known though I reminded you to wear hiking shoes.

Hlokk-“It’s about the aesthetics and looking good..besides since I have you it’s all good.”

Qin huang- “I understand completely. I must make note of this to remind my palace staff to provide proper transportation in all situations.”

Shiva- “You never stop talking about how you’re royalty.. Get over it.”

Qin-“Oh really mr I am the strongest and most relevant god in India and I have good dance moves! Make way for the king!”

Buddha- “Raiden, do you think it’s annoying when they just never stop arguing? I do. They need to be chill and find nirvana with me.. true inner peace.”

Raiden-“You cant forget about snacks too.”

———— -They both chuckle and fist bump———————————

Thor- “Lu, I’m going to sprain an ankle soon I bet.”

Obviously picking up on the suggestion he swiftly picked up Thor

Thor-“I could get used to this.”

Lu bu-“Your perfectly capable and more than strong enough to walk without injury but anything for you!”

Sasaki-“should we just run up to brunhilde and follow her instead of trailing behind these.. well bozos?

Poseidon-“I concur. It will take forever at this rate.”

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Brunhilde- “Greetings boys, after trekking up this mountain for train- I mean a fun outing, We are here! The field of flowers with a hot spring, cottage, and waterfall. Enjoy it..”

Buddha-“I LOVE YOU BRUNHILDE NIRVANA HERE WE COME!”

Raiden-“ILL RACE YOU TOO THE HOTSPRINGS?!”

Shiva-“You guys can’t forget about me!”

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With a massive splash the boys undress and ease their way into the hotsprings.

“Lets visit the waterfall kojiro, I can even show off my abilities there.”

“only if you make a rainbow.”

-hlokk- “Jack this field of flowers is beautiful.. truly takes my breath away.”

“These flowers can’t compare to your beauty.. my eyes are for you.. would you like a rose and some tea?”

“YES DARLING.. you treat me so well jack.”

-… Thor- “I know your not a man of so many words and neither am I but what about this cottage.”

Lu bu-“I don’t know about you but that bed looks pretty good right now..”

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Brunhilde-“I would say this was a successful miss- day out. I might as well join in on the hot springs as qin has made his way over there… and been dragged in.”

“RAIDEN AND BUDDHA!!! HOW DARE YOU.”

“LIVE A LITTLE emPoRER!”

“I guess boys will be boys.”

-A/N- (Lol it’s short but this is what I believe a day out would look like. I hope you enjoyed!!)

hunter x house: Bake off!

Fan fiction about the hunters x phantom troupe in a challenge tv show. Todays challenge is a bake off!!! ———

“Today we’ll be competing against the Phantom troupe! I hope we win!” Gon said with a gleam in his eye.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Leorio murmured to himself as he surveyed the kitchen. The counters were cluttered with ingredients and baking equipment, a stark contrast to the sleek, professional tools he was used to in his medical practice.

“what should we do Killua?” “Ion know gon, but let’s stay out for now.” Leorio grabbed kurapikas hand with assurance.

“What are your thoughts kurapika?” “I just want the prize.”

The groups had been briefed by the eccentric producer of the reality show, a man who loved to stir the pot more than he did his batter. Each team was to bake a signature dish that would be judged by none other than the legendary Chairman Netero and the elusive Hanzo. The Phantom Troupe, known for their destructive tendencies, had been pitted against the hunters in a culinary battle royale, and the stakes were high.

"Alright, everyone," the producer announced, "You have one hour to prepare your dishes. No nen, no shortcuts. Just good old-fashioned baking skills."

The room buzzed with excitement as the contestants donned their aprons. “Guys! Im so excited what should we do?” Meanwhile, Killua's curiosity was piqued by the variety of spices and flavors at their disposal. “Maybe we could use a unique flavor?”

"Guys, I've got it," Gon exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. "We're going to make a triple-layered cake with each layer representing one of our personalities!"

Leorio rolled his eyes, "Gon, we're not here to make a metaphorical mess, we're here to win."

Kurapika, ever the strategist, suggested, "We should focus on something simple yet impressive, like a chocolate lava cake. It's hard to screw up, and if done right, it's bound to wow them."

Leorio nodded in agreement, "Fine, but we need to stand out. How about we add a twist with some exotic fruit filling?"

Killua smirked, "I know just the thing." He dashed to the pantry and returned with a basket of rare Whale Meat fruit, "This will give our lava cake an unexpected kick."

Leorio raised an eyebrow, "Whale Meat fruit? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Trust me," Killua replied with a grin, "It'll be a taste they'll never forget."

As the clock ticked down, the kitchen transformed into a whirlwind of activity. Gon carefully measured out the ingredients for the batter, his hands steady and precise. Leorio, on the other hand, was more experimental, mixing and matching flavors with a devil-may-care attitude. “LEORIO be more careful!”

“I’m doing the lava center, I’ll make sure it’s perfect”. Kurapika said.

The tension in the room was palpable, each team eager to outdo the others.

The Phantom Troupe members weren't exactly known for their baking prowess. “Ughhhh this is too hard!” Uvo roared. “I’m just going to dump in the ingredients.”

“Uvogin, be patient and try to measure more. “ chrollo offered advice. Nobunaga, ever the rebel, had snuck in some suspicious-looking herbs, whispering to himself about the "special" brownies he intended to bake.

Shalnark, the brains of his group, watched with amusement, occasionally tossing in a helpful tip.

In another part of the house, Phinks and Shalnark were locked in a friendly bet. "If we win, I get the artifact," Phinks said with a smug smile.

Shalnark retorted, "And if we don't?"

"If we don't," Phinks said, his eyes narrowing, "You owe me a favor."

Shalnark's smug smile didn't waver, "I'd rather eat Uvogin's burnt cookies than lose to you."

The kitchen was a symphony of whisks, purring mixers, and sizzling pans. Each group had its own strategy and dynamics. Chrollo, the leader of the Phantom Troupe, tried to maintain order amidst the chaos, his eyes darting between the clock and his team's precarious creations.

Meanwhile, the girls' team of Shizuku, Pakunoda, and Machi worked in harmony, their movements fluid and efficient. They had a secret weapon: Machi's ability to manipulate threads of nen to assist in their baking. “but are you sure we can use men?” “Yeah machi, they said not to.” “Shizuku, and paku it’s okay!”

They hoped it would give them the edge they needed.

Hisoka and Illumi, in the sixth group, had a different approach. They weren't here to win; they were here for the thrill of the game. Hisoka had his eyes on Gon, eager to test the young boy's limits, while Illumi remained in the background, his fingers playing with the strings of fate. They had agreed to work together, but it was clear that their alliance was as fragile as a soufflé.

"So, what are we making?" Hisoka asked, his voice a purr as he sauntered over to the counter.

"We're making you regret ever stepping into this kitchen," Illumi replied dryly, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

Gon, blissfully unaware of the darker undertones, was busy slicing strawberries for the garnish. "Guys, remember, we need to plate our desserts nicely. First impressions are important."

Killua nodded, his focus on the whipped cream, making sure it was perfectly fluffy. "Got it, Gon."

As the timer approached the final minutes, the kitchen grew hotter, both from the ovens and the pressure. The Phantom Troupe's kitchen was a mess of spilled flour and smoking ovens. Uvogin had managed to burn something yet again, and Chrollo sighed heavily.

"This is a disaster," he muttered, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.

The girls' team, on the other hand, was a well-oiled machine. Machi's nen allowed them to achieve a level of precision that was unheard of in the baking world. The three of them had created a multi-tiered masterpiece that was as beautiful as it was daunting.

"Machi, make sure the nen threads don't show," Shizuku whispered, her eyes sharp.

Machi nodded, concentrating as she pulled the threads taut, ensuring the perfect symmetry of their dessert. "Don't worry, it's all under control."

Leorio, feeling the heat of competition, took a deep breath and checked on their lava cakes. The timer beeped, and he opened the oven with a flourish. The cakes looked perfect, their chocolate centers threatening to ooze out. "Alright, team, let's get these plated!"

The hunters worked together to assemble their dessert, carefully placing the warm cakes on their plates. Gon's strawberry fanfare added a touch of whimsy, while Kurapika's precise knife work created an elegant border of chocolate shavings. The exotic fruit filling added a burst of flavor that made their mouths water.

"Looks like we're ready," Leorio announced, stepping back to admire their creation. "Now, let's just hope the judges appreciate our… unique combination."

The teams made their way to the grand dining room, where the judges sat at a long table, their expressions unreadable. Each group placed their desserts before them, their hearts racing as they awaited the verdict.

“We’re going to calll our teams by random but.”"Let's start with Team 1," the producer announced, gesturing to the hunters. Gon beamed with pride as they presented their whale meat-filled chocolate lava cakes.

Chairman Netero took a bite, his expression inscrutable. After a moment, he nodded. "Interesting flavor profile. The fruit complements the richness of the chocolate quite nicely."

Hanzo, the sterner of the two judges, tasted a piece and was silent for a moment before speaking. "The technique is good, but I'm not sure about the fruit choice."

Leorio felt his heart drop, but before he could protest, Gon chimed in, "It's a delicacy where we come from!"

The room erupted in laughter, easing the tension. The other teams watched with a mix of admiration and trepidation. The Phantom Troupe's dessert was a hodgepodge of burnt cookies and half-baked brownies, but the smell of the "special" ingredients in Nobunaga's brownies made even the stern Hanzo lean in for a closer sniff.

"Team 3 ," the producer called out, and the trio of Phinks, Shalnark, and Feitan stepped forward with their offering. A cake that looked as if it had been through a battle. The icing was a Jackson Pollock painting of food coloring and the cake itself was lopsided.

"We call this the 'Nen-tastic Chaos Cake'," Phinks announced with a smirk.

Shalnark rolled his eyes, "You do remember the bet, right?"

"It's all about the taste," Feitan said, a sadistic glint in his eye as he cut a piece for the judges.

Chairman Netero took a cautious bite, his face twitching slightly. "I can see the… effort you've put into this," he managed to say, his tone diplomatic.

Hanzo, on the other hand, was less forgiving. "What is this supposed to be?" he grunted, poking at the lopsided cake with his fork.

Phinks' grin didn't falter. "It's a representation of the chaos we bring to our enemies."

The room was filled with snickers, and even Hanzo couldn't help but crack a smile. They moved on to the next group, the tension in the air thickening with each plate presented.

The girls' team had constructed a dessert that was both beautiful and intimidating, a testament to their nen abilities. The cake looked like a sculpted work of art, each tier perfectly balanced and gleaming with an otherworldly sheen.

"This is our 'Thread of Destiny' cake," Machi explained, her voice steady despite the nerves that danced in her stomach. "The nen threads are invisible, but they hold the layers together and keep the filling from spilling out."

The judges exchanged a look of intrigue. Hanzo took a knife and sliced through the first tier, revealing a perfectly sealed layer of raspberry compote. The cake held firm, and the room fell silent as he brought the slice to his mouth.

The flavors exploded, a symphony of sweetness and tartness that made even the stoic hunter's eyes widen in surprise.

"Impressive," he murmured, his praise echoing through the room. The girls' team exhaled in relief, sharing a proud look. “But the points was to not use nen.”

Machi blushed, “It’s just for show. We promise!”

The producer winked, “Well, let’s see if the taste can win you some points, then!”

Hisoka and Illumi, approached the group with a dessert that was as enigmatic as they were. It was a simple, single-layer cake with a dark, mysterious glaze.

"This is our 'Heartstopper' cake," Hisoka announced with a dramatic flourish, his eyes gleaming. "It's a special recipe, one that's sure to… well, you'll see."

Illumi smirked, placing the knife in Hisoka's hand. "Go ahead, judge it for yourself."

Hisoka cut into the cake with a dramatic flair, revealing a deep red center. The room collectively gasped. It was eerily reminiscent of the bloody battles they had seen the duo partake in. “Gon~ this one’s for you.”

Gon looked up, his eyes wide as he took the proffered plate. He took a tentative bite, and to everyone’s astonishment, his face lit up. “It’s delicious!” he exclaimed.

The room buzzed with shocked whispers. Even the judges were taken aback by the positive reception. “How did you manage to get the taste just right?” Kurapika asked, his curiosity piqued.

Hisoka chuckled, his eyes never leaving Gon’s. “It’s all in the presentation, my dear boy. And the secret ingredient, of course.”

Illumi leaned in, his voice a low murmur, “We used your blood, young one. It adds a certain… je ne sais quoi.”

Gon nearly choked on his bite, his cheeks draining of color. Killua's eyes narrowed, and Kurapika's grip on his knife tightened. The room fell silent, the only sound the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.

"Your turn, Team 2," the producer said, trying to lighten the mood. Chrollo stepped forward with a forced smile, his team's dessert a sad-looking pie that had seen better days.

"Our humble offering is a classic apple pie," Chrollo announced, hoping against hope that the judges would appreciate their simplicity. The crust was burnt, and the filling looked suspiciously runny.

Chairman Netero took a bite, his face a mask of politeness. "Ah, the timeless appeal of apple pie," he said, his voice a tad forced. Hanzo took a piece and chewed thoughtfully. "It's… edible," he said finally, earning a glare from Chrollo.

The Phantom Troupe leader's pride was bruised, but he couldn't argue with the truth. Their baking skills were as sharp as a spoon.

"Alright, Team 6," the producer announced, "Hisoka and Illumi, let's see what you've got."

Hisoka stepped up with the "Heartstopper" cake, a smug smile playing on his lips. He slid the plate in front of the judges, the deep red center seemingly mocking them.

“we hope you enjoy our cake~”

Chairman Netero took the first bite with a look of skepticism. To everyone's surprise, his eyes lit up, and he nodded in approval. "The flavor is quite… intriguing," he said, savoring the bite.

Hanzo, ever the skeptic, took a slice, his expression unreadable. His first bite was met with a flicker of shock, quickly followed by a nod. "It's… surprisingly good," he conceded, earning a smug smirk from Hisoka.

. It was clear that Hisoka and Illumi had played a clever trick, using their infamous reputations to throw everyone off balance. The tension was palpable as the judges moved on to the final dessert, a cake from Team 4 that was a concoction of random flavors and textures.

"This," bolenov announced with a dramatic flourish, "Is our 'Phantom Phusion' cake. It's a fusion of our diverse tastes and abilities." The cake looked like a Jackson Pollock painting had collided with a dessert, a wild mix of colors and patterns that seemed to shift and swirl before the eyes.

The judges shared a look, then took their forks and dug in. The first bite was a symphony of flavors, each layer a surprise. It was as if each bite told a story, a story of the Phantom Troupe's chaotic existence.

"Well," Hanzo began, his expression thoughtful, "it's certainly… unique." “Franklin, kortopi, and bolenov you outdid yoursevs, didn’t you?” The room chuckled at the understatement, the tension easing slightly.

I was time to announce the winners. The producer clapped his hands, and the room fell silent. "Judges, have you made your decision?"

Chairman Netero leaned back in his chair, stroking his beard. "This was indeed a… unique experience. But, after much deliberation, we have our winners."

The room held its breath as he announced, "Team 5, with their 'Thread of Destiny' cake, wins for creativity. Team 1, the hunters, your whale meat-filled chocolate lava cakes were… an adventure for the palate.

Team And Team 6, Hisoka and Illumi, your 'Heartstopper' cake had us all on the edge of our seats. But, the overall winner, with a perfect balance of flavor, presentation, and sheer audacity, is Team 6!"

Gon watched in horror as the judges enjoyed the "Heartstopper" cake, his mind racing. He hadn't realized that Hisoka and Illumi had gone to such lengths to psych out their competition.

Killua's eyes narrowed, his hand tightening around his own plate, and Kurapika's gaze was as sharp as the knife he held.

"Well done, Team 6," the producer exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "Your prize will be revealed shortly. For now, let's take a commercial break."

The room erupted into a cacophony of voices as the contestants dispersed to their respective corners. The Phantom Troupe members exchanged high-fives, while the hunters congratulated each other on their close second place. Hisoka leaned in closer to Gon, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Looks like I've got your blood on my hands," he murmured, wiping a smudge of the dark glaze from his lips. "In more ways than one."

Gon's eyes widened, and he took a step back, his heart racing. "What did you do to the cake?"

Hisoka's smile grew wider. "Just a little trick to make it extra special for you," he whispered. "But don't worry, it's all in good fun."

Gon's eyes searched the room for the producer, hoping to voice his concerns, but the man was nowhere to be found. Killua noticed his friend's distress and stepped in, his own expression cold and hard. "What's the deal with the cake, Hisoka?"

Hisoka's smile didn't waver. "Oh, just a little secret ingredient," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "But don't worry, it's all for the thrill of the game."

Killua's eyes narrowed, his grip on his plate tightening. "If you've done anything to harm Gon…"

Hisoka held up his hands, still smiling. "Relax, it's all just a harmless prank. Besides, you know I prefer my battles to be more… interactive."

Killua's eyes searched Hisoka's, looking for any hint of deceit. After a moment, he nodded, his tension easing slightly. "Fine. But if you mess with him again, I won't be so forgiving."

The producer returned, a gleaming artifact in his hand. "And now, for the grand prize," he announced, holding up the artifact. It was an intricately carved stone, the surface etched with ancient runes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light.

"This is the Heart of the Dragon, a relic said to grant the user a temporary boost in their nen abilities. But remember, it's only temporary. Use it wisely."

. "We'll take it," he said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

Leorio couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. "What are you going to do with that?" he challenged. "Use it to bake better cookies?"

Chrollo chuckled, his eyes never leaving the artifact. "Oh, I have much more… ambitious plans for it. I’m going to put it up in our side of the house! Just to rub it in to Kurapikas face.” “BITCH i don’t care you won!!” Kurapika yelled.

The producer nodded, placing the Heart of the Dragon on the table. "As winners, Team 6, you have the right to choose the next challenge. What will it be?"

Hisoka's eyes gleamed, and he leaned in closer to the producer. "How about a game of hide and seek?" he suggested, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"But with a twist. Whoever finds the hidden treasure first gets immunity for whatever mischief they get into at the house.

The producer's eyes lit up at the idea. "Excellent! And what will this treasure be?"

Hisoka's smile grew even wider. "Oh, something that'll really get their hearts racing." He glanced at Gon, who looked increasingly uncomfortable. "Let's say… a single golden ticket to the next round of the show, hidden somewhere in the house.

The first team to find it gets a pass to the next challenge without having to compete."

The producer's eyes sparkled with excitement. "And what happens to the team that doesn't find it?"

"They're automatically up for elimination," Hisoka said, his tone playful yet predatory.

The hunters exchanged glances, the air in the room growing thick with anticipation. Kurapika set his jaw, his eyes flicking to the Phantom Troupe's side of the house. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "We'll play your game."

“How delightful~”

“Good luck, gon”

Baki x Reader Headcannons!

Jack Hanma

-You had fallen down a hill on during your morning hike

-That’s when you met Jack Hanma, an 8 foot tall beast of a man.. but he was so gentle carrying you back the way you came

-You thanked him profusely and offered to do something for him. He asked a date out of you

-This man would probably take you to the beach or to a fancy dinner (ngll take me out jack 👀 LMAO)

-After the first date going so well you both decided to go one one of your choice where he kissed you

-( MaKinG OuT WoUld kilL mE Omg)

-After you two started dating he couldn’t contain himself anymore and decided to ask you if you wanted to have sex

-Jack obviously is ginormous down theree so at first it hurt, but eventually he sped up the pace

-You didn’t walk for a week, but Jackiieeee Carried you everywhere anyways

-He definitely loves you so much all because you saw through that tough exterior of his.. The face only a mother could love, except you

(anD mE OMG THaT mAn is fine)

Kaoru Hanayama:

-I feel like he would see you on the street dancing or something even laughing and he’d be enthralled with you from that moment on

-Hanayama definitely would send people to spy on you and gather info until he had enough to approach you

-one day he appeared in front of you and confessed his love for your beauty and asked of you to go on a date

-you thought it was creepy but eventually you gave in and went on the date anyways

-Took you to the fanciest restaurant you’ve ever seen

-“whatever you want tonight is on me Miss Y/n, only the best for you.”

-THIS MAN HAS SOOO MUCH MONEY

-He loves to send you expensive gifts such as bracelets, necklaces, dresses, and of course roses

-SeXY stUff nOw lMao: I would definitely love to believe this man would be supeeeer sensual at first and then just lose control. Will send you gifts and everything after, have his men carry you or will offer you rides in his limo

Kaioh Retsu:

-You would meet him at a cooking convention where you two tied for first place

-he was surprised this was the first time in 10 years someone had beaten him at this competition

-however, as soon as he tasted your cooking, he knew why you won and why you had to be his wife

-asked you out on the first date. HES SO respectful and old fashioned fr fr. Set up a picnic in the park for you

-Didn’t want to kiss you on the first date because of his respect for you, but he made up for that later NGLL

-He said I love you firsttt

-HUBBY material ONG like this man will do the dishes, cook, and give you back rubs

-But he loves back rubs too especially after a long day of training or teaching a class

-You had to make the first sex MOve because he felt as though it might be too lustful on his part

-Loves going soft and slow giving you many kisses

-“you’re doing so well baby..” “I love you.”

Phantom troupe plays Games!

This is a short little one shot about the phantom troupe playing some games together! Jenga, Uno, you name it!! Enjoy!

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"Alright, whose turn is it?" Chrollo asked, glancing around the crowded table. The Phantom Troupe had gathered in the quiet lull of their latest hideout, the low murmur of the outside world a gentle backdrop to their camaraderie. The room was dimly lit, casting flickering shadows from the candles scattered across the floor and walls.

Shalnark and Phinks exchanged a knowing look, their hands hovering over the Jenga

"Let's go again, Chrollo” Phinks grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "We're feeling lucky tonight."

Machi and Pakunoda giggled softly to themselves, watching the tension build as the two men took turns removing wooden blocks. “I wonder who will win again paku?” “Definitely not Uvogin or feitan that’s for sure.

The tower wobbled precariously, and Uvogin slammed his fist on the table. "This is ridiculous! How do you keep winning, Shizuku?"

“Really at Jenga, everybody except the loser wins, but if you must know.”

Shizuku shrugged, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "It's all about precision and patience," she said sweetly, blowing a strand of hair from her face. "You should try it sometime, Uvogin."

The room erupted in laughter, the tension momentarily broken. Uvogin's scowl deepened, but even he couldn't help but chuckle. “Whatever Shizuku.”

The air was thick with good-natured rivalry as the games continued. They had been playing for hours, the night stretching on into the early hours of the morning. The clatter of plastic and the shuffle of cards filled the space as they moved from Jenga to Monopoly and then to Uno.

The stakes were high, each victory met with cheers and groans, as if they were fighting for their lives rather than mere bragging rights.

“SHALNARK ILL GIVE YOU 1 MILLION JENNY! IF YOU BEAT ME IN ONE ON ONE UNO!” Phinks yelled with excitement. “OKAY PHINKS!! I CAN’T WAIT TO SHOP!

Nobunaga, ever the chill presence, leaned back in his chair, watching the games unfold with a lazy smile. "You know, I miss the days when we didn't have to play games to pass the time," he mused, stroking his chin. "But this isn't so bad either."

"Oh, come on, Nobunaga," Hisoka teased, flipping a card onto the Uno pile. "Where's the fun in that? Besides, you know I'd miss our little gatherings if we weren't playing something. Probaly would be stalking Gon~"

Feitan, whose irritation was palpable, glared at the flamboyant clown. "If you don't shut up about Gon, I'm going to turn this game into a real battle royale."

Hisoka's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving the cards in his hand. "Oh, you're on edge tonight, Feitan. Did the Jenga tower collapse one too many times?"

Feitan's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his cards. "Keep it up, and you'll be the one regretting it."

Ignoring the threat, Hisoka leaned closer to the table, his crimson hair brushing the edge. "Tell us more about this 'special' thing you see in Gon, will you? Maybe it's his ability to annoy everyone so much that they want to fight him?"

The group chuckled, but Chrollo remained thoughtful, stroking the spine of his book. "Gon's potential is indeed intriguing. It's a wild card we can't overlook."

Shizuku's eyes flickered to Chrollo, a hint of respect in her gaze. "You're right, Chrollo. He's got something… different about him. An indomitable spirit.”

Uvogin rolled his eyes. "Spare me the poetic crap. He's just a kid with a death wish and a giant heart."

Machi and Pakunoda giggled again, placing their bets on the next round of Uno. The colorful cards danced in the candlelight as they played, each trying to outwit the others.

"You're all just jealous," Hisoka said, laying down a Reverse card. "I mean, I've seen the boy In action. But my little fruit is still unripe~ I’m itching for the day he becomes a man "

Uvogin's hand hovered over his hand, his eyes narrowed. "If he's so special, why don't you go play with him instead of bothering us?" “That wouldn’t be fun, I toyed with him and Killua last week.” He whined.

Shizuku’s smirk grew as she placed her next card. "Because we're here, enjoying ourselves, Uvogin. Besides, it's not every day we get to see you so… human."

The room quieted as Uvogin's scowl darkened. He slammed his hand down on the table, causing the tower to wobble again. "I'm not playing this kids' game anymore," he growled, pushing his chair back. "I'm going out for a smoke with Nobunaga.”

Nobunaga nodded, setting his cards aside. "Alright, let's go," he said, standing up with a stretch. The two friends made their way to the balcony, the cool night air a welcome relief from the stifling tension inside.

"You must like that kid, don't you?" Uvogin said, his voice gruff as he lit a blunt. “I’ve taken a liking to him, while you were away I asked him to join the troupe. But he declined.” Nobunaga chuckled.

“Seems like him, he’s not cut out for a life like this anyways.”

Inside, the games had reached a fever pitch. Feitan's frustration had boiled over, and he was now glaring at Shizuku, who had just won another round of Uno. "You're cheating," he accused, slamming his cards down.

Shizuku's smile never wavered, her eyes on her cards. "You're just not observant enough, Feitan," she said, placing a Reverse card with a flourish. The room fell silent as the tension grew.

"Maybe we should take a break," Chrollo suggested, standing up and moving to the kitchen. "I've got something that might improve everyone's mood."

Moments later, he returned with a tray of freshly baked brownies, the sweet aroma filling the room. “I suppose we should have a break.” Feitans eyes flared.

“Phinks! Go get the liquor for me.” Shalnark exclaimed. “Okay! Be right back.”

"Who wants the first brownie?" Chrollo offered, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Feitan's hand shot up, snatching one before anyone else could. "I'm not letting you win just because you baked us treats," he snarled, eyeing Shizuku suspiciously.

Shizuku took a brownie, her expression calm. "I'm not worried," she said, taking a bite and savoring the rich chocolate. "I play fair and square."

"It's not about winning or losing, Feitan," Chrollo said, placing the tray in the center of the table. "It's about the thrill of the game." He offered a brownie to Feitan, who grudgingly took one. “Besides feitan, youlll get your fun torturing somebody later.” “I guess you’re right Machi.”

“SPEAKING OF DELICIOUS TREATS MY GO~” “SHUT THE FUCK UP HISOKA!” Feitan yelled. “Fine how rude, I’m telling my Illumi.” He scoffed at the short man.

“moving forward, somebody go get Uvogin and Nobunaga so we can talk game plan for the Yorknew city auction.” Chrollo ordered.

In 15 days, the Yorknew city auction would take place. Hisoka would be plotting against the troupe and one of their own would be taken from them. But who?

It was times like these, that they would never know they took for granted. But they’d have fun doing them, with the only family they have.

The phantom troupe.

Shane and Ryan

THIS IS PEAK FRIENDSHIP ENERGYY!! From the days of buzzfeed from this-

TO THIS- THE GHOUL BOYS ARE BACK YALL!!!

BUT WE CANT sever forget about the Shane demon lore and “This is a case for C.C tinsley!”I low key love theese twooo

Classicaloid: A love story

A/N: I revamped this story from my friends old account. she made so many accounts for this one story..lol.. but I hope you enjoy it

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CHAPTER ONE: A HELPING HAND

Since the classicaloids returned from their vacations, like Liszt and Chopin tithe county, Beethoven to Germany, Schubert to wherever he got carried to, mozart as a “free spirit” as he calls it. Probably preforming lich meine asrch on someone, or getting it done to him thought kanae. She shivered at that idea. But regardless of mozart s weird kinks, the house was once again lively, something she had missed dearly. “I might as well go to the living room… see what the gang are up to. Probably destroying my hard earned cash or doing something crazy.” As she walked to the living room to her surprise Chopin was actually present sitting near Liszt san. “Wow Liszt San, you convinced Cho Chan to come out of his room?” “Well I promised him a favor. I don’t know what he wants but… I’m up for anything that cho Chan asks me.” she says that part seductively receiving a blush from him. “Keep it in the bedroom. Let’s chat then?” “Yes my dear kitten. So, what’s up with you and…..”

Suddenly, the door abruptly opened and in walked Tchaikovsky yelling “LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!! I BROUGHT BEER… YOU! MAKE ME FOOD GIRL” “I’m going back to the room”… Liszt snatched Chopin back though. “Did clasky-klasky split up again tchaiko?” asked Liszt. “Temporarily. She’ll come crawling back to me though. I just know it.” “Anyways isn’t Bach Sama like so fine. His skill, and broad shoulders, makes me just quiver thinking about him!” says tchaiko. “Guess who’s behind you.. akira” “of course she is.” “WHAT is that I hear about my Bach Sama.?” “Y’all aren’t dating though” said everyone in unison. Akira just sighs and replies one day we will. “Oh, to let you know kanae, Bach sama is currently getting ready to enter the house to talk to you about your father and other aspects. Lucky.” “Whatever.. now leave please” replied kanae. “The nerve of that lady!” States kanae and tchaiko chan. “She’s just driven by love! TRUE LOVE!!” “No she’s just mean. I bet Bach sama doesn’t feel the same way.. hmph.” says Tchaikovsky

Then two people walk into the room from the kitchen. It was Beethoven and mozart. “Girl can you wash our shirts? I was making delectable gyoza and mozart ran into me, and it got on the shirts.” Kanae didn’t pay attention to the words, only that they… were shirtless. While she was a blushing mess she said “U-uh… you boys can’t just waltz around with no shirts on…” “why kanae don’t you like our bodies. I think I look hot.” says mozart. But to his surprise he notices her staring at Beethoven. “KANAE! What does beethos San have that I don’t. LOOK at me kanaee?” “M-muscles.” “Mmph.” he grunts. Mozart seems kinda of hurt but then has a eureka moment. “That’s ok I guess… since he likes you so much. Hehe.. Anyways I’m gonna roller blade again.” Broken from her trance she yells not in the house. She didn’t need to be a simp for men just like her friends. She needed to be firm and commanding. “So girl, u-um. Do you wa..”

“ SENPAI!!!” “Oh how I missed you Beethoven senpai.” “LIFE IS BEAUTIFUl” Suddenly kanae snatched his baton out his hand looking like she was having none of it. “There will be no musiking inside my house. Unless you have money.” “MOnEY MonEy MoNey… that’s all you talk about.” “Wait you weren’t here the whole time?” asked Beethos. “No senpai.. I was out fishing for you and then that damn kite took me off to the carribean, then Africa, and back here over the span of around two months. Then it dropped me off in front of the house actually Bach sama is coming in as we speak.” He has arrived. Everyone watched as bach entered the house. “Damnnnn he is so fine!!” jeered tchaiko. “Why good evening Tchaikovsky.” “Of course, good evening to you ms kanae.” “Since everyone is doing random things that are not appropriate for our guest to be seeing, want to talk upstairs?” “Why not. Lead the way darling.” “Aww come on.” Jeered tchaiko and akira. Beethoven didn’t know why he felt so weird at that comment on kanae. Did he have feelings for her. “Is it fate?” he asked out loud. “What is fate beethos. You and kanae!?” “N-no what?” “Hmm whatever you say.” Then Liszt pulled out her phone and texted someone something.

Some time went by like around 30 minutes until he heard Bach yell and Kanae scream. Beethoven and mozart had never run faster in their entire lives. To their horror they see Kanae under a shelf and Bach sama lifting it off her. As he picks her up she curls in his arms. “Are you ok ms kanae?” “M-mm.” She falls asleep…. When she arises, she sees Beethoven next to her in her bedroom, just sitting by the bed. “B-bethos?” “What are you doing here? What happened to bach sama.” “Well after you got knocked out we carried you into here, a-and I sat by your side. You know kanae, I was really worried about you.” he said with tears streaming down his face. As she cupped his cheek she spoke, “Thank you beethos san and motes kun too. I’m sorry you had to worry so much. I guess the bookshelf fell on me after I was handing Bach sama some items. At least I’m not more hurt.” “That’s great kanae, me too. I- I guess I’ll leave now. If you need me let me know.” “Wait Beethoven.” “Can you please stay… and lay with me?” “Was?” “Please.. it would make me feel better.” And so he reluctantly got into her bed and she pulled her arms over him to cuddle her. It took a bit for both of them to fall back asleep as they were both embarrassed blushing messes. It felt so right however.. their bodies were so warm and snug together. Normally, whenever she was sad or something was wrong she would lay here and cry or hug her pillow, but today she had Beethoven, her beethos.

When they woke up, or rather abrubtly woke up the next morning at around 6:50 to Liszt saying “ooh, how are you my kitten did you sleep well?” all said with a smirk on her face. “Oh to be young and in love. Technically I’m still young in this body and I better make use of it. In that case I’ll go out with cho Chan. Have beethos take care of you!” “Also Tchaikovsky also left with Bach to try to patch things with badazerwksy.” “So it’s gonna be for a bit but she/he will be Bach soon.” When Liszt left kanae spoke. “Hey ludwig,” while staring into Beethoven blue eyes. He said “could you say that again?” “Ludwig?” “I really like that kanae and you are free to call me that. I also have always preferred that name if I’m being honest.” “Well saying beeths is a habit, but I’m sure to break it.” “Thank you and Hey kanae, this had me thinking. Could you go out like on a date with me?” She was taken aback but since she had butterflies when with him, she happily accepted. “Yes Ludwig I would love too.”

CHAPTER TWO: A PERFECT DAY

Beethoven and Kanae planned the date a few days later on Saturday, at a nearby restaurant. It was a Japanese and German cuisine that gave our free meals to couples over 18 on saturdays and you know they took advantage of that. Beethoven even laughed in kanaes ear and whispered. “Don’t we look good together we sure sell it.” He giggled. “It is fate!!” He yelled. All eyes were on them for a few moments and they then returned to picking at their food. Beethoven decided to ordered German fries and Gyoza and Kanae ordered ramen with bavarian pretzels. The two came to a conclusion on desert, a milkshake with two straws. While eating Kanae wanted to start talking so they brought up random things like favorite foods , colors and animals. Eventually Kanae expressed she missed Wagner. “You know beethos san, I really miss Wagner and I know sosuke misses pad kun and dvorak.” “Well I kind of hate the little brat. He tried to kill me remember?” “I can see where you’re coming from. I even stopped talking to him for a while but now that he’s sixteen, we’ve reconnected.” “I guess people deserve second chances.” As the two continues to talk, she couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes and felt like kissing him so, she did! “Woah girl.” “Same to you ludwig.” “What was that for.” He joked. “I just got lost in your eyes… and your gorgeous personality, and how your so gifted except at gyoza.” She chuckled. “Kanae, I can say the same for you. Your beautiful, fearce, pretty hot when your angry, but I’d like to let you remember that I’ll always be here for you.” ears welled in her eyes and she grabbed his hand. He blushed and gave her a warm smile. “Where should we go next?” “I love that idea beethos. How about a date to the beach soon.”

It was around 3 days later and so they went to the mall together for new swimwear since they both needed some. She picked a cute orange two piece and he got red swim trunks. In the car, kanae decided to let Ludwig drive. Since she has been giving him lessons that he’s excelled at. On the way his body involuntarily put his hand on her thigh and she blushed but held it on there. “I-uh kanae?” “It’s okay beethos.. I like it!” Man was he smooth. The two frolicked about on the beach playing shark and Marco Polo and even got some ice cream they shared. They took turns licking it…. Kisses be like….. “Girl, you have ice cream on your face.” He wipes it with a napkin. Out of knowwhete Liszt yells its love! And did her lil moaning music thing. “LOVE IS MUSIC!!” And she had everyone dance. The history books say Beethoven couldn’t dance on beet(heheh) but he was still a good dancer with Kanae. After it ended Beethoven kissed Kanae and she drove deeper into it. They end up making out on the secluded side of the beach. He loved her and would make sure to tell her soon. Liszt walked up with Chopin and Bach and Tchaikovsky and just about everyone saying”I Won ThE BET! Two weeks ago we made the bet he’ll make a move and I won!! “Hey you used Musik tho that’s cheating” said bada. “In this case I would like to announce for Bach and akira that they are dating!” “LISZT SAN!!” LWho hoooo said everyone (Kanae and Beethoven still blushing and embarrassed) Then Tchaikovsky said “damn it I missed my shot but bada, would you like to date me too? We’ve been together so long we are practically an old married couple. Also your beautiful and so dominant.” “Sure but if you drink more no more claskey klasky again!” And they kissed too. “SO MucH LoVe. ITS TOO MUCH!” Liszt said almost fainting. “Cho Chan come here “ and she hugged and kissed him. He blushed so hard and was murmuring stuff to himself. Well we are all couples now so how about y’all said Liszt ? Beethoven and Kanae said, you know what let’s give us a try! And they kissed once more. “bEETHoVeEn SeNpAi!!!! Help me Mozart is trying to kiss me and charm me over! I won’t be seduced by him please save me!!” “you can deal with this beethos.” And kanae walked away. “He probably likes you. You’ll fall to his charms eventually schubert.” “NOO PLEaSE HELP ME SENPAI!”

Beethoven looked at Schubert like a cockroach which had happened to just have latched onto his leg. “AH! Get off,” he yelled.

“KANAE, PLEASE WAIT,” said Beethoven, still attempting shaking Schubert off of his leg, “GIRL DON’T LEAVE ME HERE WITH THIS MANIAC!”

A/N: PART TWO COMING SOON