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Hello everybody and welcome back to another hunter X hunter/hxh post… but it’s not just any post this is the Christmas Eve special tomorrow I will be doing the Christmas special!!!
I am a little disappointed that my post did not get that much recognition especially since I put in all the information to the Christmas special but it’s OK who knows it may get a good amount of likes today!
I will be making this in different parts like what they will be baking what they will be using for decorations/decor if they go all out just amazing things like that!
Full credit too la-squadra1234
Food…
Feitan- he will be baking cookies but not just any kind of cookies just because it’s Christmas doesn’t mean there’s not gonna be a little bit of gore he’s going to make vampire cookies and cut off the head of the vampire and put red frosting to represent blood…
Phinks- he’s gonna make pasta and he is going to add edible stickers but they’re not just any kind of stickers he took a picture of his muscles and printed it out and somehow made it edible!!!
Nobunaga- he is going to bring cupcakes with pictures taped onto a toothpick of him and a sword they’re all mixed up cupcakes though so you either get the one with him or his sword
chrollo-he would bring A three layered cake that has all of the phantom troupe members on it along with all of their kids and at the top of the three layered cake it would be the spider tattoo that they have on them self
Hisoka- he is going to order like five party size pizzas but you best believe every single last slice is going to be eaten but of course it can’t just be all well for the phantom troupe he asked to play a little prank so he Bungee gums the pizza to the Pizza box and eventually they figured out because they could not get it off and they cut the box open and seen hisokas nen
illumi-he would bring goody bags and they would have a bunch of random stuff in it like mini cupcakes mini brownies, lollypops, stickers and so much more!
Unfortunately I am not going to be adding silva in this but I will be adding him in the Christmas special there are going to be a lot of twists in the Christmas special so be prepared because it’s not gonna be this many paragraphs it’s gonna be a whole story!
Decor/decorations
Feitan-honestly his house would probably look like it was still Halloween he would have a bunch of fake knives everywhere and vampire stickers on the wall but if he’s feeling a little festive that year he will get a Christmas tree and decorate it and that’s the most of the Christmas spirit that he is getting into
Phinks-he’s a family guy so he would have A nice tall Christmas tree with a bunch of ornaments and lights his house would be decorated with lights on the inside and on the outside!
Nobunaga-relatively the same as phinks except he wouldn’t be in the Christmas spirit that much and his house wouldn’t be that decorated on the inside just on the out so he can say that he did something lol
Chrollo-he would go to every single Christmas store and steal every single ornament that he likes along with a Christmas tree (he kind of sounds like the Grinch except he’s not stealing presents ngl😭) his house would be pretty festive but not too festive to the point where it’s colourful inside and outside there will be a lot of places in the house without colour such as the bathrooms the, bedrooms, hallways, things like that but the living room, will be festive and the dining room.
hisoka-bro this man is gonna on Christmas he’s going to have all of his friends there along with his kid and his kids friends but not like a party just a get together he’s gonna have so many decorations I swear you’re gonna go blind by how shiny they are the house is decorated on the inside and out everywhere is decorated the rooms, the bathroom, hallways, kitchen living room, dining room
Illumi-he is the one that is going to be throwing the Christmas party he is going to be hosting but it’s not going to be a get drunk and black out kind of party it’s going to be more of where your suit and a dress and there will be champagne and wine there there is going to be a massive very tall and very wide Christmas tree in the middle of the room decorated fully with lights and red and green ornaments for some reason he didn’t add white but nobody questioned it not to mention there would also be some relaxing Music and occasionally romantic music lol overall though it would be a very subtle party and very fun and there would be a lot to do for the kids they could draw play outside literally do whatever they want as long as they’re still on the mountain!
This is the end of this Christmas Eve special everybody!!! I hope everybody enjoyed if you thought this was good wait until you see the Christmas special…!
I will try my best to post as much as possible but I’m not sure what plans I have for Christmas and if I’m going with family then it will take me about four hours to get there not to mention I have a snowstorm where I live like a very bad snowstorm so that will obviously add on more time so I’m trying to post as much as possible right now and get all of my thoughts down
I can’t wait for the Christmas special again I hope everybody enjoyed and thank you for all the love and support bye now!

Can you please do relationship hc for Shizuku, Feitan, Phinks, and Uvo. Just some sfw please. THANK YOU 🙏🏽
YESSSSS OFCCCCCC!
Thank you so much for requesting!
Full credit to la-squadra1234
Feitan-
Definitely acts like he does not care
Is very protective over you
Cuddles aren’t really his thing (at least that’s what he says)
 Definitely wants you to be around him 24/7 but will never admit it
He will never tell you that he is in the phantom troupe (have fun finding out yourself)
He wants you to get a tattoo with his name on it (but he would never even ask you to)
Phinks-
Definitely the kind to act like a jerk
If you ever hit him because he is acting like a jerk he will act like it doesn’t hurt at all (secretly crying inside💀)
He likes cuddling, but he will never ask for any cuddles or anything like that
He likes hugs (lots of them)
He wants to do karaoke with you (he will never ever ever admit that though)
If you ignore him, he will do the light skin face to get your attention
Uvogin-
You better give this man he’s a good night kiss (it doesn’t matter if you’re on the whole other side of the Earth, you better give this man he’s good night kiss otherwise he will hunt you down and chase you around until you give his good night kiss)
He loves cuddling you guys are always cuddling!
There were definitely be a lot of dance battles (he would always say that he is going to win, but then he always end up losing)
He definitely rolls his eyes a lot
If you are ever about to get into a fistfight, you know damn well this man will pass you the Vaseline and the hair dye💀
Shizuku-
She is super calm and chill
You might have to remind her who you are a couple times before she can fully remember😭
She loves, cuddling and hugs
She absolutely loves going shopping with you!
She struggles to find you a gift because she frequently forgets your shoe size and your clothing size and sometimes she even forgets everything that you like😅
She will definitely record TikTok’s with you whenever you want to
She would definitely go viral on social media for being sweet, caring, and a good dancer
That’s it for today’s head cannons (or whatever you call them)
I hope everybody enjoyed today’s scenario!
Again, thank you to the person who requested it means a lot when I see somebody that appreciates my work!!!
 See everybody in the next Post bye now

Hi can I request a hc of Feitan, Phinks, Nobunaga, and Uvogin getting upset with their s/o and how they deal with them and what to do to make them forgive you. THANK YOU 🙏🏽
You’re so welcome!
Sorry that it took me a little while to get to this
Full credit to la-squadra1234
Feitan-
Depending on how bad you pissed him off, there will be different reactions
If you piss him off and really bad, he will probably put his hands on you…(BTW I do not condone that by any means I’m just trying my best to be realistic)
He would probably just end up ignoring you for a little while
 maybe he would call phinks and tell him what’s going on
 You guys will start talking to each other again in like two days
Phinks-
At most, he would just yell at you like really loud though, and he would yell in your face
 he will try his best to ignore you for a while
But he will just end up, cuddling you on the couch or something like that
He can’t take being mad at you for too long
uvogin-
In a argument, if he does not want to be too rude, he will just end up saying “pft” and “tch” and he would kiss his teeth at you
 he will definitely call you a bitch under his breath if you piss him off really bad
If you start crying, he will feel bad and he will hug you or comfort you in some kind of way
 You guys will end up cuddling and falling asleep
Nobunaga-
He will definitely ignore you
He will kiss his teeth at you a lot
He will roll his eyes at you, and he will most definitely glare at you like a lot
He will also give me dirty looks
And you guys make up every single time just by talking about the most random things you guys will end up, forgetting what you were arguing about in the first place
Thank you so much for the request It means a lot to me!
I appreciate everybody that request!
BTW I am trying to get to everybody’s request but I am also overworking myself like crazy so I’m sorry if it takes a while for me to get back to anybody’s request
I will see everybody in my next Post bye now!
Hi,
Could you write how Phinks, Feitan, Uvogin, Nobunaga would react to having a bratty daughter.
THANK YOU,
~🐈
Of course I can!
I love these kinds of requests, because reading the story that I make is fun, and I also have to be pretty creative because I can’t make the daughters, all the same😅
Full credit to la-squadra1234
Feitan-
He would give his daughter the same attitude back but just worse
He knows for a fact that his daughter got it there brattiness off of him, but he does not like the fact that she is using it on him rather than somebody else
He would definitely put his daughter in their place
He would tell his daughter off a few times
Eventually, he would just get used to it and ignore it but if it got to the point where his daughter went too far on some thing, he would yell at his daughter to let them know that he is pissed off now
Phinks-
He would be very stressed out
He is not really a bratty person. He just has major anger issues with that’s not what he’s dealing with here so he does not know what to do
He definitely asks the phantom troupe what to do and for advice because he does not know what to do at all
He doesn’t even know where his daughter got this attitude/brattiness from he assumes that it’s somebody from the phantom troupe who is bringing this behaviour onto his daughter, but he can’t be certain he doesn’t know for sure, and that’s the part that pisses him off. It honestly triggers his anger issues.
He would definitely just ignore his daughter, and not say anything at all
He would just end up giving in and let his daughter get their way
 But that doesn’t mean that he will not put up a bit of a fight before he lets his daughter get what they want he’s not just gonna hand his daughter everything they have to work for it, or do some thing for it but eventually, if it gets too much he will just give in
Nobunaga-
At first, he will just ignore it thinking that his daughter is going through something and he just does not want to add onto whatever his daughter is going through
He just thinks that his daughter is hitting puberty or something like that or maybe they are just going through that teenage stage in their life
But when it starts to get too much, he puts his daughter in their place and he tells them that they need to smarten up and that he is trying his best to tolerate all the attitude but it’s getting too much for him and he can’t continue on to do something like that and that he will keep putting his daughter in their place, if they do not stop
Eventually, though he will make his daughter stop the attitude and the brattiness entirely, and the issue will be fully solved but of course it wouldn’t be like Nobunaga if he did not rent a bit to uvogin about it first
Uvogin really had nothing to say about it at the time at least because his daughter did not start being bratty at least not yet…
Uvogin-
He will definitely kiss his teeth a lot at his daughter since they want to have an attitude he will have one as well but of course he has to make it 10 times worse just to be a bitch
He will roll his eyes at his daughter a lot since his daughter wants to roll their eyes at him he might as well just do it as well, right?
Eventually, when his daughter gets to the point where he can’t take it anymore, he will end up yelling at his daughter
He will feel bad about yelling at his daughter later on, but it’s more of a thing that he needed to do rather than continue on being sad about it so he tried his best to let it go but of course he couldn’t so he ended up apologizing to his daughter
He thought that he went a little too far even though he didn’t he told the phantom troupe about it and they told him that he did the right thing and that they wouldn’t have waited as long as he did but he still felt really bad about it he loves his daughter with his entire heart and seeing his daughter in a position where they are sad just breaks his heart even though it seems like he doesn’t have one. He only has one for his friends and his daughter they are precious to him.
That’s it for today scenario everybody! I hope everybody enjoyed as much as I did. It was really really really fun making this and I enjoyed it a lot, so thank you so much to the person who requested this as I said before I love getting requests like this it’s just so fun to do and it makes me have to be creative, which helps me out a lot!
I will see everybody in the next Post bye now!
Hello! Can you do the reaction spiders when they ask their daughter "Are there any handsome boys in your class?" and she replied "None, but there are beautiful girls"
I think you understand what I'm hinting at
Of course I can do that!
And yes, I do understand what you are hinting at lol
Full credit to la-squadra1234
(BTW You did not tell me which characters you wanted me to do specifically, so I am just going to do the male characters of the phantom troupe)
Feitan-
“So….is there anybody specifically that you like at your school”
“Uhh yeah, I mean I have tons of friends and I like all of them They are so nice and cool!”
“ I did not mean that way I meant liking someone as in having a crush on them”
“ oh, well, in that case yeah I do”
“ what’s his name…and what does he look like…”
“ you will find out who she is when you pick me up from school tomorrow!”
his eyes would widen, and he would ask them to repeat them self once again and his eyes would widen a bit, but then they would soften, and he would smile underneath his mask, but he would keep it to himself and act as if nothing happened
Phinks-
“ so are there any “cute” guys at your school that you like.”
“Uhh well I like one person she is very kind and caring and pretty!”
He would continue on with the conversation as if nothing happened, but he heard everything that you said he honestly wouldn’t pay any mind to it. He doesn’t care as it does not affect him and it does not hurt you, so it’s perfectly fine with him
Chrollo-
“I know this is very different of me to ask, but is there boy that you like at your school?”
“Nope… but there is one really pretty and nice girl!”
“ that’s nice”
He honestly wouldn’t care and would just continue the conversation as usual 
Uvogin-
“So kid you got any kind of boyfriend at that school of yours?!”
“No I am not dating anybody, but there is this pretty girl at my school!”
“ are you friends with her”
“Yep!”
“Well you should introduce me to her sometime”
“Ok!”
It would honestly just be a casual and pretty joyful conversation for the both of them and they wouldn’t really pay any mind to it
Nobunaga-
“So…do you have a boyfriend of some sort”
“Uhhh no where would I even get a boyfriend from”
“ I don’t know kids your age can find just about anything if they put their minds to it honestly it’s crazy anyways is there anybody that you like?”
“Yep there is this really pretty and kind girl in my class!”
“Oh that’s cool”
He would act as if he did not notice anything different than usual but inside he cannot wait to tell uvogin everything
Franklin-
“I know this is a random question but is there any boy that you like in your school”
“No why would you think that”
“I wasn’t thinking that I was just wondering”
“ there is a really pretty girl in my class though and she is smart and kind as well!”
“ well isn’t that nice”
He would support his daughter as much as he possibly can and he would try his best not to get in the way as much as possible
Shalnark-
“ so is there anybody that you have a crush on?”
“ oh my God dad that is literally so embarrassing. You can’t just ask me something like that!”
“ well I have to know this kind of stuff!”
“ I mean, I guess you’re right about that?”
“ so what’s the boys name?”
“Uhh you will see her at my school”
“Oh ok!”
He would be his usual, joyful self, and he honestly wouldn’t care as long as his daughter is happy and doing well in life
Hisoka-
“So~ is there anyone in particular that you are seeing at the moment?”
“Uh no why?”
“Oh no reason, do you have a crush on anybody?”
“Yep I do!”
“ what’s his name?”
“ It’s up to you to find out her name yourself old man”
“Hmph!”
He honestly wouldn’t even realize because he would be so caught up in the fact that you called him old man when he isn’t even that old, he would be very offended, and he would be sure to tell illumi but then he would think about what you said later and he wouldn’t really think too much of it. He wouldn’t care at all it’s your life and your choice!
That’s it for today everybody!
I stayed up all night and I am so tired. It’s 8:41 a.m. right now and I woke up at 11:30 AM yesterday lol I am always staying up so late
 I hope everybody enjoyed this post just as much as I did it was honestly pretty fun making it and it took a lot of creativity!
Thank you for all the support bye now!
Hi can you write a HC of Franklin,Uvogin,Phinks, and Feitan taking care of their sick s/o please. THANK YOU.
Of course I can but I swear I did some thing like this before but whatever I don’t really care I just do it again if I did it before!
Thank you so much for the request
BTW I am just going to add in chrollo because I know that somebody is going to ask because it always ends up happening for things like this when I don’t add chrollo in lol but it’s OK. I love all the support and the fact that people enjoy my writing means a lot to me!
Full credit to la-squadra1234
Feitan-
He definitely would be freaking out inside because he would not know what to be doing as he doesn’t really get sick, but he has a zero tolerance for vomit so if you throw up you are on your own
He will definitely ask the phantom troupe for help and they would just tell him to give his s/o some medicine and make sure that they get rest and lots of water
Eventually, he calms down and stops getting less stressed out by the day as he gets more experienced
Uvogin-
Man would break into a supermarket and he would get all the medicine available but his s/o would only end up using like one of them, but he wouldn’t care as long as his s/o gets better
He wouldn’t ask for advice because he already knows what to do as he has been sick before, and nobody was available to help him so he had to teach himself
Phinks-
I feel like he is the type of guy to get colds very often so he knows how to deal with being sick if it’s that kind of sickness if you throw up, he will be a little discuss it, but he will clean it up and help his s/o clean them self up he would also be very gentle, caring, and supportive all the things that he should normally be but he’s not because it’s phinks
Franklin-
he would definitely be there for his s/o every step of the way he would get his s/o medicine, waters He would make a nice warm bath for you he would cook his s/o a nice dinner, properly soup or something with noodles something light weight, but could fill his s/o stomach and he would be very gentle and he would think very hard before he says anything, because sometimes he can come off as very passive aggressive
Chrollo-
Pretty much the same thing as Franklin except he wouldn’t be able to be available to his s/o all the time, but he sure as hell would work his ass off whenever he is at home to his sick s/o he would do all the housework and help his s/o out entirely
Sorry, if that was kind of short, I tried, and I think that I did pretty good I am honestly pretty satisfied with it!
Thank you for reading everybody. I hope you enjoyed just as much as I did!
I will see everybody in the next Post bye now!
👀 may I know your HeadCanon for yandere hxh characters please ? If you have ideas of course
Of course I only have a couple ideas for a couple characters, so there are not going to be that many unfortunately, but if I think of something for another character along the way, I will definitely add them on!
Thank you so much for requesting!
Full credit to la-squadra1234
Feitan-
He would definitely be your stalker
If you are dating anybody or seeing anybody, he will kill them immediately and he will do it in the most gruesome and gory way possible and he will make sure that you see it as well
Chrollo-
He would just make it quick he would kidnap you and lock you in a room where you cannot leave it just wouldn’t be possible
He wouldn’t hurt you, but he would check up on you every hour and he would be sure to bring you delicious food (not like it matters because you’re kidnapped and the food is all stolen anyways)
Hisoka-
Of course he would kidnap you, but first he would want to show you off a little bit so he would ask illumi to help him kidnap you (even though we all know damn well that he does not need the help)
He will constantly tease you and be a bitch and annoying, but he will eventually stop (have fun though, because it will be a hot minute before that ever happens)
Nobunaga-
If he sees something that he wants, he will take it immediately especially if it’s a person and if it has nothing to do with the phantom troupe, it’s even better for him because he does not have to ask for approval by chrollo or feitan depending who is boss at the time
 He will definitely treat you as well as he possibly can but if you piss him off, there is no promises that he will not hurt you
Uvogin-
The moment that he lays eyes on you, he would abduct you immediately you were definitely never see the light of day again unless you are with him
 Again, he would treat you very well, but of course, it would be some thing with the occasional tease, and it would be pretty hard to piss him off, at least to the point where he would hurt you
Illumi-
He would kidnap you and leave no trace of you. You basically disappeared off the face of the Earth and he would be sure of that
You definitely wouldn’t get treated well but you would get to be in his room and the butlers would have to treat you well and you would get good food
But he’s definitely not treating you well and of course his brothers aren’t any better or should I say brother if you know which one I’m talking about😭
Silva-
He would also make sure that you disappear off the face of the Earth and of course he would leave. No trace of you completely undetectable by anybody.
He would definitely be nice to you and allow you to stay in his room and all of that nice stuff and he would also keep track on what is going on in your family like if there’s a wedding going on, he would tell you about it if somebody’s having a kid he would tell you about it he is nice enough to not hide things like that or keep it away from you
That’s it for today everybody I hope everybody enjoyed this as much as I did this took a bit actually normally it only takes me about 10 minutes to make a story but this took me like 20 to 30 minutes, so yeah it took a while
Almost as long as my Christmas specials Oh and btw do not go looking for my Christmas special. It’s bullshit seriously, do not. I will literally cry🫡
Any of my stories that weren’t requested are just trash, straight up trash at least I have gotten better along the way, but like oh my God don’t even get me started on my JoJos bizarre adventure scenarios. Those are literally the worst out of all of them
Anyways, I will see everybody in the next Post bye now!
Heya :D new little idea
What about boost our hxh boys' ego by compliment on their nen or something ? Owo
Of course I can do that!
Sorry that it took a little bit to get to this lol I was kind of busy, but I of course had to make a post for kurapika’s birthday!!!!
Full credit to la-squadra1234
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Feitan-
Honestly, he gets a ton of compliments and praises on his nen ability, but it’s always the same thing over and over again and it just gets boring for him but when somebody comes up with something new to say about his Nen ability, he is genuinely interested in what they have to say about it and it would definitely boost his confidence he doesn’t lack confidence at all but it’s just nice for him to get something different for once
Chrollo-
He doesn’t really get compliments on his nen ability a lot, but he knows that he is powerful and other people also know that he is powerful so he doesn’t really lose or gain anything in that kind of way, but when he does get a complement which is very rare, it makes him a little happy, unless it’s a compliment from a enemy (btw when I say that I mean like if a enemy says something like your ability is good and all, but no match for mine or something like that)
Shalnark-
He would be super happy, because he literally never gets any compliments on his nen ability but it’s so good and it needs more love and he’s well aware of that but he’s not going to beg or be anything like that but when he does get a complement, it’s a very very big boost for him and it makes him very happy and it just makes his day much better whether it’s going good or bad!
That’s the end of the story everybody. I hope everybody enjoyed just as much as I did!
BTW… if anybody is wondering why I only added three hxh characters is because I know that this person who requested specifically likes these characters the best, and I rather write characters that they like, then just writing characters that everybody may not like I have only met one person who actually likes Franklin and I have only met like two people who actually like uvogin yk what I mean so I’d rather just write characters that people actually like, and prefer over other characters
I will see everybody in the next Post bye now!
I drew Feitan’s,Nobunaga’s,and Phinks’s daughter and I would like to read your head canons
Ofccccc! BTW feitans daughter looks so cute!!!!!
Full credit to la-squadra1234
BTW I do not own the drawing only the hcs
Feitans daughter-
She is very quiet
She is also very shy, and keeps to herself
She doesn’t have very much friends only a few. It’s very limited, though.
 She likes to collect random things and have a collection of them
 She normally wears all black, but she is not emo and she doesn’t consider herself to be emo
Her voice sounds like a mix between feitan and shizuku
Nobody really messes with her because nobody really minds her
When you actually get to know her, she is very sweet
And she keeps her opinions to herself unless she is asked about her opinions then she will speak on them. Otherwise, her mouth is closed
She enjoys writing but she doesn’t tell many people that she does. She’s not exactly embarrassed of it, but she just doesn’t know how people react even though it’s nothing to be ashamed of she thinks that some of her writings are cringe.
She also really likes to read
When she is in a very good mood, and happy, which is her normal mood she hates anything gory
But when she’s mad, she sees absolute red and goes crazy. She make sure whoever pissed her off and got her to that point dies. Very painfully❤️
She doesn’t talk back to anybody
And it takes a lot to set her off and make her very mad
You have to be intentionally doing something to get her mad Otherwise, she doesn’t really mind anything. 
Phinks daughter-
She has major anger issues
But on top of that, she also has attitude problems
She is definitely very spoiled
She is also very loud and she doesn’t keep her opinions to herself. If she has some thing on her mind, she will speak of it and she doesn’t care about the consequences.
She loves to chew gum
She is definitely one of the popular girls
She glares at people a lot even just random people who have done absolutely nothing to her
She also ignores people when they try to talk to her. If she’s not interested in the conversation, she acts like they don’t exist even if they are her own friends
She thinks reading is stupid and that it’s a total waste of time and she has so much better things to do
She hates school and she skips so often
She is obsessed with LED lights (same though)
She absolutely loves going to the mall and that’s the one place that she will always request to go to whenever she is either with her dad or with her friends
She doesn’t really like the phantom troupe and she thinks that everybody in the phantom troupe is just stupid and they are wasting their life bowing down to chrollo
That’s the one opinion that she keeps to herself though, because she knows that if she shares her opinion like that out loud that it will end very badly for her and she could possibly risk her dad as well, which she is not willing to do
Although she loves her dad, she gets into crazy screaming battles with him
They are always clashing heads and getting into arguments very heated arguments
 They are both very hotheaded after all 
Nobunagas daughter-
She is very chill unless somebody pisses her off
She has a small friend group, and tends to keep it to herself although she will share a bit of stuff with her friends
If somebody makes her mad, she tells them to shut up a lot. She obviously acquired all of that from Nobunaga
she absolutely loves swords
Her absolute best friend in the entire world is obviously uvogins daughter
she keeps some of her opinions to herself, and she shares some of her opinions as well. It just depends on what the topic is.
She has an unhealthy obsession with buying (stealing) shoes she absolutely loves shoes and they are literally her favourite thing in the entire world other than her best friend and her dad
She enjoys playing video games on her free time
She doesn’t really like the phantom troupe, but she also keeps that to herself. If she is ever asked about the phantom troupe, she will just act like she doesn’t know what the person is talking about or if it’s one of her very very very close friends like Uvogin daughter she would just say something along the lines of
“what about them? I don’t really have a opinion on them. They don’t mean anything to me. They haven’t done anything to me either whether it’s good or bad I’ve only ever seen them like twice, so it doesn’t really mean much to me”
She absolutely values quality time with her dad. That’s something that she loves so much.
She doesn’t really get into arguments with her dad, even though her dad is also very hotheaded. She tends to keep her mouth shut.
But whenever she does, because she is very pleasant to be around
It’s very hard to have a problem with her because she is not a bad person and she’s very sweet 
thank you so much for the request and they look so good I honestly don’t even get how people draw so good because I struggle at drawing and then you have people creating a whole masterpieces like you!❤️
This is all way longer than I expected it to be. I didn’t think that I would be making some thing this long but here I am lol
I will see everybody and the next Post bye now!
Hi If it's okay can I please ask for a yandere feitan
With a darling that sees no point in fighting back
Because to the darling as long as he doesn't hurt them they see no reason to fight back
Ofcccc
Thank you for asking so nicely!!!
Full credit to la-squadra1234
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Feitan would start to get annoyed because he wants a reason to yell and be abusive to his s/o
But if they are not reacting to anything, then, it makes it a lot harder for him to do so
And he is not going to show that he is getting upset or slightly irritated to his s/o
He would start purposely doing things that would make his s/o mad
Simply just to get some kind of reaction so he can lash out at his s/o
And get mad at his s/o for lashing out at him, even though he did it all on purpose
Eventually, when he gets to his breaking point, he will start hurting his s/o physically just because he simply can, and nothing bad will end up happening to him by doing it anyways
It’s not like his s/o can ever leave him anyways
I’m sorry this was really short, but I couldn’t really think of much 🙃
That’s it for today everybody I hope everybody enjoyed as much as I did writing this. This was very fun to write and it’s not that often that I get yandere requests 
I will see everybody in the next Post bye now!
Hi I just want to say thank you very much for taking my request and I hope you have a nice day or night but
If it's all right can I please ask for a platonic yandere karapika and feitan (your choice)
he has a quiet and kind darling that wears Jirai Kai fashion because of their abandonment issues and can it be where they start monopolizing The Darlings time.
I'm sorry if this is too much and
Hmm instead of me picking one why not just do both!
Full credit to la-squadra1234
Feitan-
He feels bad about the fact that his s/o has abandonment issues and he hopes that his s/o doesn’t think that he is going to leave
But if his s/o pisses him off in some kind of way he will make them think that he is going to leave just to scare them and to get a reaction out of them
But then he would demand some kind of attention from his s/o leaving them confused as hell
He honestly thinks that her clothing choices are horrible But he decides not to mention anything about it 
Kurapika-
he would honestly find it funny how easily he can manipulate has s/o just based on their abandonment issues to get what he wants out of them 
He would definitely play it off as the nice, sweet innocent guy, but he has other ideas and plans for the future
He would make fun of his s/o for their abandonment issues and say that they are just being dramatic and that they need to get over it 
He would start guilt tripping his s/o in order for them to give him more attention, and if he still didn’t get that attention, then he would threaten to break up with them 
That’s it for today everybody I hope everybody enjoyed as much as I did making this. This was really fun to make.
Goddamn, this is dark 
I will see everybody in the next Post bye now!
Low-key wish he was real but that’s a death sentence for me so~
Hi do you write for Feitan because if so could I ask for Feitan having a young and dumb masochistic sister who is always wears revealing clothes which makes him constantly punish her, which doesn’t really bother her too much since she gets off to it.
If you don’t do Feitan you can replace him for Illumi, Chrollo, or Hisoka I’m not especially picky hehe~ thx.
WARNINGS || nsfw, incest, sex toys, name calling, face slapping, shibari, forced orgasms, begging + dacryphilia
You’re just so dumb. He wonders how you get through life when he’s not around because you’re just a little dimwit who’s only good for a good dicking.
Of course he feels sorry for you. You are his darling sister who he adores more than anyone else in the world but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get angry at you and you seem to enjoy testing his patience before he loses control.
You make sure to wear the tiniest skirts and dresses whenever he brings his friends home and when you have your own friends over, you parade around like some cheap whore and nothing else. He should be embarrassed by your behaviour but he’s too fucking focused on your tits and the way they bounce whenever you move to fast.
He’d asked you not to dress like that when he had guests over, especially since it was important business and now they all seemed discarded by his slutty sister.
So no, he’s not going to give in no matter how much you beg. You look good tied up and helpless and he’s not stupid, he knows you enjoy this shit a little too much so he won’t make it easy.
“Please” You beg, gasping as the rope digs into your skin the more you move. It hurts so good but it’s not enough, it’s never enough.
He hasn’t even touched you yet. He watches from where he’s sitting, your legs shaking from the vibrating sensations inside your pussy. You’ve already cum three times and it’s starting to feel intense and it hurts. You just want him to touch you.
“Slut” He scoffs, walking over to the bed to grab your jaw
“I need you” You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as he slaps your cheek
“Whore” He says, glaring at you as he starts turns up the vibrator to a higher setting
You scream, arching as much as you can or rather, as much as the ropes would allow. You’re so sensitive and sore but you know he can go all night, he enjoyed torture and since he would never actually harm you any other way, he took it out on your body and you couldn’t do anything to stop him.
He can’t help but stare down at your face. You were beautiful sure but there was something so special about your crying face since he knew you only ever cried for him. It might have been sick but he liked to make you cry, it got him hard in no time and he would fuck you senseless.
“Fuck” You cry out, trying but failing to get your hands free. You would be in pain the next day for sure but you never really learned your lesson and it would only be a few more days before you did it again.
You couldn’t help but want his attention on you all the time even if it hurt.
Feitan supremacy~ Feitan supremacy~ I love this man so much, and I like how instead of going down the whole he kidnaps the girl route, don’t get me wrong I like those too, she turns the tables on him it’s fun
I feel like this gif is his attitude around her after they get together cuz he gonna be hella teased after this
I LOVE the way u write for Feitan soooooo much!!! Would u ever consider writing something separate to soft spot for him?? I feel like you could write the sweetest (dirtiest) short stories for him.. or even some headcanons? ♡ I love all of ur writing!! Good job dude ♡♡♡
Thank you for your kind words. I'm really glad you like my fics with Fei 🥺. I hope you like this one as well. I'm planning on writing more fics with him after I'm caught up with all the requests 🤍✨.
I'm currently working on a Draken fic and a second part of the 'let's be friends' fic with Killua. I'm writing very slowly because I'm working until the summer and I don't have a lot of free time. I'm sorry guys :(
WARNINGS: smut
Word count: 1995
“Fuck, that auction was more work than expected”, Phinks rubbed the space between his brows, “Can’t wait to get a drink. What about you, Fei?”. “I don’t drink”, Feitan coldly replied. “Come on, little Fei”, Phinks smirked, “One drink”. “No”. “Hm”, a quiet chuckle left Chrollo’s throat. “Always so uptight”. “See? Even boss thinks so”, Phinks eagerly waved his hand in the air. “Tsk, are they blind here? I want to order something”.
“Sorry sir”, you humbly bowed your head, “I’m afraid it’s a busy night. What can I get you guys?”.
Your voice… So soft, so innocent…
“Whiskey sour”, the blonde replied. “Scotch”, the other replied. “What about you?”, you kindly smiled at the dark-haired figure.
“Water”.
“Ignore that. He’ll have the same as me”, the blonde replied. “Water it is”, you playfully smiled before turning around.
“What a pretty little thing”, Phinks’ eyes glided down your back as you walked towards the bar. “Should we take her?”, Chrollo’s eyes lit up. “I’m sure she’d make a cute toy”.
Normally,Feitan would happily agree. He’d always liked the sound of cute little whimpers, but not today. He didn’t want you to be scared.
“What do you think, Fei?”. “I don’t think she’s pretty enough”. “What?!”, the blonde raised his voice. “She’s one of the prettiest girls we’ve ever met, right boss?”. “She’s got my attention, to say the least”, Chrollo studied your movements. “We’ll take her after her shift’s over”.
No. He didn’t want them to take you.
“Shouldn’t we focus on the mission?”. “What’s wrong, little Fei?”. “He doesn’t want to share”, Chrollo smirked. “Tsk, too bad. I want her”, the blonde turned his head to catch you leaning over the bar. You were obviously trying to grab something but failed to do so. “Imagine standing behind that perfect ass”. “Imagine waking up with your guts hanging out your stomach”, Feitan’s eyes lit up. “No fighting”, Chrollo sternly replied. “Let’s forget about her. Feitan’s right, let’s talk business”. “Nice, little Fei. You ruined the evening for everyone”.
“Ruined?”, you smiled as you placed down the drinks. It was obvious they didn’t notice you at first. “He sure made mine”. “Huh?”, Feitan tilted his head to look at you. “Such a pretty face”, you placed his water in front of him, “It’s not often someone as handsome walks in this bar”.
“Thanks”, a short reply. “Auch”, you softly giggled, “Anyway, enjoy your evening boys”.
“What the hell, Fei?!”, Phinks gritted his teeth as you once again walked away. “She flirted with you, and you replied with ‘thanks’?”. “Tsk, what the hell was I supposed to say?”. “Want to play some pool?”, Chrollo hastily intervened, “The loser gets sent on a mission with Hisoka”. “I’m going to the hotel. Tired”, Feitan sighed. “You sure? We don’t get many nights off”, a lingering smile on Chrollo’s face. “I’m sure boss. Goodnight”. “Okay Fei, see you tomorrow”. “Goodnight, idiot”, the blonde replied before walking to the pool table.
His heart ached at the thought that he never see you again. He hated this feeling.
“Leaving?”. “Huh?”, Feitan slowly turned his head. “Leaving?”, you repeated yourself as you closed your jacket. “Yeah, I’m tired”, Feitan ignored the taxi that was waiting for him. “Me too. Work’s stressing me out lately”, a serious expression on your face. “Hm”, another cold reply.
“I’m starving. Want to grab some food?”.
Why were you asking a stranger to ‘grab some food’? It annoyed him how careless you were.
“Just be honest and tell me what you really want”, Feitan's eyes met yours. They seemed so cold and distant, but there was a slight smirk on his face. “H-huh? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you hastily turned your head to the ground, cheeks red with shame. “Normally boss gets all the girls”, he looked to the sky, “About time I had some fun”. “H-huh?”, you froze as you felt his hand around your wrist, pulling you towards the car. “W-wait-“. “Don’t back down now. You seemed so eager a minute ago”.
“Where are you taking me?”, you pulled away, studying the car in front of you. “My room”. “Where? I’m not getting into a car with a stranger without knowing where you’re taking me”. “Waste of time. We both know you’re coming”.
He watched as you grabbed your phone from your bag. You were so cute with your fake ‘stern’ expression and cherry-red cheeks.
“What are you doing?”, he clenched his jaw. “I’m sharing my location with a friend”, you frowned, "If you end up murdering me-". “Don’t worry, I’m not planning to”, he interrupted you with a smirk. “Now get in. It’s cold”.
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“What’s your name?”, you asked as he opened the door to his room. It was a luxurious hotel, something regular people couldn’t afford. “Does it matter?”, he raised a brow.
He knew you enjoyed this. The thrill, his arrogance…
“It does”, you watched as he entered his room. “Just get inside”, he walked towards the bed. “Fine, I’m Y/N-“. “Don’t care”.
“You’re lucky you look so handsome in your suit”, you closed the door behind you.
“I’m lucky?”.
“W-what?”, you froze as you felt his hot breath against your ear. He was sitting on the bed a second ago… How could he be so fast? “I’d say you’re the lucky one. I’m very picky when I pick a new toy”, his hand traveled to your waist. “Toy?”, you loudly swallowed as you tried to control your breathing. You didn’t want to seem desperate. “You’ll never go back to your old life, to your friends, family… You’re mine now”. “So, you’re saying I can’t leave?”, your heart racing. “You can try”, he chuckled as he tightened his grip around your waist, “I want you to. I want to hunt you down, to hear you beg for mercy, to look at me with red-stained eyes, tears streaming down your face…”.
“But my friend, she knows where I am”, you clutched onto your purse. “Cute”, he swiftly turned you around, pressing your back against the wooden door. “You have no idea who I am, do you? Who we were? Poor little thing. You’re like a deer caught in the headlights”. “W-wait!”, you tried to push him away as he softly bit the space between your shoulder and neck. “Wait?”, a devilish smirk as he lifted your skirt, swiftly pulling your panties to the side. “Fuck”, he looked down at his fingers. “You’re telling me to wait but you're soaking”, he chuckled as he grazed his tongue along the digits of his fingers, “So sweet”.
“Well, I guess it’s time to drop this silly little act”, you smirked. “It’s obvious you haven’t noticed”.
“Noticed?”, Feitan’s eyes studied yours. He didn’t like the sudden change in your energy. “I didn’t mean to let it get this far but…”, you softly bit your bottom lip, “You looked so handsome in that suit”.
“Who are you?”, a sudden cold feeling against your throat. “Careful with that knife, Fei. No fighting between members, right?”.
What? To be honest, he never felt more clueless in his life.
“So cute… Like a deer caught in the headlights”, you chuckled. “Came across Chrollo a couple of weeks ago. To be honest, I almost won when he tried to steal my nen … But he gave me a choice: join the Troupe, or live without it”. “You’re lying. Boss didn’t tell me anything about a new member”. “Because he wanted to see who’d get careless when someone flirted with them. And you lost, Fei”, your words died out, making them sound venomous.
“Tsk”, he took a step backward, swiftly putting the knife away. “Boss knows I never do this”. “But you did now”, you happily hopped behind him. “Show me your spider”, he froze as he looked over his shoulder. “Here”, you swiftly pulled your shirt over your head. “See?”, you pointed towards your waist.
Right. This was the moment he started to hate you.
“What’s that expression?”, you giggled. “You’re almost drooling”. “Get out”, he clenched his jaw. “You’ve made your point”. “I don’t want to leave”, you hastily replied, a frown on your face. “Sure, this was some kind of twisted test but…”, you paused as you fiddled with your fingers. “I really do think you’re handsome and… I mean… My body can’t lie”, a blush on your cheeks.
How could you switch moods so fast? It was as if he was talking to a different person. Your stance changed, your voice, your expression… No wonder his boss decided to let you join. You could fool anyone, even someone as skilled as himself.
“You sound desperate”. “Because I am”, you softly replied, “When you said I was going to be your little toy, that I was yours… I liked that”. “Too bad. Don’t like being tricked”. “B-but Chrollo told me to-“. “I don’t care”, Feitan laid down on the bed. “You should’ve stuck with your little performance. If you did, you’d be shaking underneath me by now”.
“Fine”, you rolled your eyes, “Guess I’ll take my chances with Phinks”.
No. He didn’t want you to. Even though you weren’t an innocent bystander, even though you were probably as strong as him… He wasn’t going to let that idiot have you first.
“Don’t put your shirt back on”, he slowly sat up straight, looking as disinterested as ever. “Oh?”, you smirked, “Changed your mind?”. “He can have you when I’m done”, he slowly walked towards you. “Careful, I’m the possessive type”, you placed your thumb in between your teeth. “You don’t know me”, his hands now gently fiddling with the straps of your bra.“So?”, you pouted, “You’re mine now”. “Don’t say stuff like that”, he quickly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “When we’re done, you’re going to leave my room and pretend this never happened”.
“When we're done, you’re only going to want more”, you grabbed his other hand, guiding it to your skirt. “Come on, Fei. Let’s have some fun”.
You were right. From the moment he felt your warmth, from the moment you arched your back… He was going to use you over and over again. He could never forget the way you felt, the way your body welcomed him…
“So good”, you closed your eyes, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Feels so good, Fei”.
Normally he wasn’t like this. He never cared if the girl liked it, if she felt good, but now…
“What do you want me to do, princess? Want me to help you?”. “P-please”, your eyes flew open. “Touch me, please Fei”, an innocent look on your face. “Again”, he softly bit in your cheek, “Ask me”. “Please Fei, make me come”, you let your nails sink into his shoulders, “Please, please, please”. “Cute”, his lips found yours, “Hurry though, won’t last much longer”.
“S-shit”, you tightened your grip, your legs shaking as his digits found your sweet spot. “I-I’m coming”. “Already?”, he smiled, “It’s fine, you can come. Won’t last long anyway”.
“F-fuck, you feel so good when you clench around me like that”, Fei’s eyes were wide open. No one ever felt this good. “C-come with me, please”, your brows drew together, eyes locked with his. “W-where do you want me to?”, Fei mirrored your expression.
He tried so hard not to fill you up already. He wanted to feel you come undone around him. He needed to.
“D-don’t care”, you arched your back, “J-just keep going, please-“. “F-fuck”, he frowned as he looked down. “I-I’m coming”, you let your head fall back, nails dragging across his back. “M-me too, princess”.
Was this the best he ever had? Even his legs were shaking.
“Fuck”, he sighed as he intertwined his hands with yours, his head resting against your chest. “What do you think?”, you tried to catch your breath. “What?”, his eyes studied your expression. “Was I right?”. “Hm”, he smiled, “Only want more, princess”.
I love him~~~
The ending its saddening but I feel like with time, he’d be a bit less cold with her naturally
It makes me wonder what happened during the time he was pretending to date her and what made him ultimately end up liking her to the point of wanting to keep her
I don’t know if your busy rn but there is a shortage in FEITAN x readers books and ya girl is dying. I know your inbox is like huge probably but anyways.. IF YOU DO TYSM AND IF YOU DONT TYSM FOR READING ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😻😻😻🥲🥲🫶🫶🫶🫶
Sorry it took so long. I hope you like this :) In this story, Feitan is similar to my others works. So he isn’t particularly very kind in the beginning. I’m working on your requests now, so if you have one don’t be afraid to send me a message or to ask one! Keep in mind that I have a couple left to do, so I’m only asking for some patience :3.
If you enjoy my stories it would be really great if you could buy me a coffee with the link in my bio 😇. HOWEVER DON’T FEEL OBLIGED TO DO SO. I’m only saying this because someone did a week ago and it felt really nice 🥹. I really enjoy writing for you guys either way 🤍✨
PS: I wanted to write another part of this, let me know if I should :)
Warnings: smut and angst.
Word count: 3455
“Be careful, don’t let your heart fool you”, my father took another sip from his coffee, “You’ve got to be sure he isn’t after our money”. “How can you say something like that?”. “I only want what’s best for you. You know that”. “I know him. He would never do anything to hurt me”, you slowly stood up. For some reason, your father’s office never seemed so small before. “Fine”, my father sighed, “Invite him over for dinner”.
You closed your eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks as you remembered the conversation with your father. You didn’t know. You really didn’t. How could you know that he was a Spider? That he was only playing a part? Right, in hindsight everything did seem a little fishy. The way he was suddenly there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. Or the way his name didn’t seem to truly ‘fit’ him. Jacob. He didn’t look like a Jacob at all. How could you be this dumb? Life isn’t like the fairytales and you were an idiot to think it could be.
“Where is she?”.
You couldn’t help but shiver. That voice used to be so familiar. So warm and soft.
“Boss told us to keep her in here”, the blonde that stood in front of the door answered. “It’s nice in there, Fei. She has a nice bed and lots of books”, a misguidingly soft voice answered.
The girl seemed so sweet, with her big glasses and her soft eyes. You couldn’t understand how she could be part of a gang like this.
“I don’t care”, Feitan coldly replied before walking past his comrades.
Your stomach started to turn. You couldn’t look at him. You wanted to keep your memories clean from any stains; to remember him the way you knew him. Kind and soft-hearted.
“Look at me”. “No”, you softly answered as you kept your gaze locked on the ground. “I said look at me”, his hands roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “I don’t want to”, you almost whispered as you tried not to cry. “Look at me”.
You flinched as you felt the tip of his knife against your cheek. The same place he used to kiss you before wishing you goodnight.
You looked up at him with glossy eyes, not daring to say anything. “Are you scared?”, his cold eyes pierced through your skull. “Yes”, you softly agreed while studying his face. He was nothing like the man you used to know.
His facial features were so cold and distant. As if he was frozen in ice for hundreds of years. You couldn’t see half of his face, as it was covered with the coat he was wearing. It was decorated with a skull, making him even more morbid.
“Good”, he roughly pulled away as he lowered his knife to your throat. “Why are you doing this?”, your chin high. “Why?”, he repeated the question while once again lowering his knife. Letting the cold metal rest just beneath your collarbone. Your breathing got heavier as fear’s grip tightened around your body.
You didn’t know he wasn’t the head of this organization, that this wasn’t his plan. To you, he was the man with all the answers. The one who planned this whole scheme.
“If you want money-“, you were cut short by the back of his hand. “Only speak when I tell you to”.
He wasn’t that tall, but the way he hit you made him seem like the devil. Even though you couldn’t see, you knew there was this cruel grin on his face. You could tell by the way his eyes narrowed.
“Too hard”, his thumb grazed over your cheek. “Or you’re just too fragile”, he lowered his collar to lick up the drop of blood on his thumb. “Don’t cry”, he kneeled before you, “We’re going to have a lot more fun than this”. “Fei?”, the sweet-looking girl suddenly stood next to him. “What, Shizuku?”, Feitan sighed before standing up again. “Boss said not to hurt her, remember?”, her finger resting on her lip. “Tsk”, he clicked his tongue before leaving. “Don’t worry”, the girl cheerfully smiled, “We only need some kind of code. I’m sure your father will give it to us soon”. “Code?”, your eyes widened, “H-he won’t give it!”, you hastily got up from the bed you were sitting on. “Huh? He won’t?”, the girl widened her eyes.
You knew your father. He would never risk the nation’s, no the world’s, safety. Not even for his own daughter.
“You’re after the code for the nuclear weapons, right?”. “I guess… I don’t remember to be honest”, she looked down at the ground. “Listen, my father will never give that code. J-just ask our president-“. “But only your father knows that code, since he’s head of security”, the girl happily smiled, causing you to shiver. “Yo, Shizu”, the blonde angrily yelled from the door. “Huh?”, she looked behind her. “Shut up before you tell her our whole plan”. “Oh right”, she giggled before leaving.
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“Get the girl, Phinks”, Feitan coldly sighed from behind your door.
You tucked your knees even tighter to your chest. You didn’t know what was going to happen. Were they going to kill you? Torture you?
“Get up”, Phinks roughly grabbed your arm and pulled you from the bed. “Let go!”, you tried to struggle, to break free from his grip. “You want me to get Feitan?”, he gritted his teeth. A threat he didn’t have to make twice.
You hastily stopped struggling, now following him into the main room of the abandoned building. The stones underneath your feet felt exceptionally cold, and the nightgown you were wearing didn’t really help to keep you warm.
“She’s freezing”, a voice too soft now greeted your ears, “Put this on her”.
You looked up to a tall figure. His hair was pitch black and there was this kind of cross tattooed on his forehead. He was an exceptionally good-looking man, but somehow his skin was just as cold-looking as Feitan. It didn’t match his kind voice at all.
“Here”, Phinks threw the coat at your feet. “I said put it on”, the dark-haired man smiled, “She can’t put it on when her hands are tied, can she? “Tsk”, the blonde picked up the coat before throwing it over your shoulders.
You scanned the room. There were about 10 people in the room. Some of them just looked evil, but others looked as innocent as a child. Especially a blonde-haired guy with big, green eyes.
“Your father won’t give us the code. Do you-”, the soft voice broke through your thoughts. “Who are you?“.
“Huh?”, you froze in fear as Feitan’s knife was once again pressed to the soft skin of your neck. You didn’t see him move. It felt as if he had just teleported to you.
“Tsk”, his eyes found yours, “How dare you interrupt boss?”. “Come now, Feitan”, the man now walked towards you, stopping before you. Without any warning, his fingers glided over your cheek, “You couldn’t contain yourself before, but you have to now”. Feitan immediately stepped away from you, discontent hidden in his eyes. “Feitan has a hard time holding himself back from… Fun”, the man smiled, “But it seems he did his best with you. I rarely get to see a hostage without any cuts or broken fingers”. “Lucky me”, you sarcastically answered while holding eye contact. “Yes, but keep in mind that luck doesn’t last forever”, he chuckled. “I’m Chrollo. Head of the Spiders”, he walked back to the stairs he was sitting on earlier. “My father isn’t going to give up the code. Not even for me”. “Yes, he made that very clear”, Chrollo replied. “Let me go and I promise my father will give you a generous reward”, your heart racing. “We have more than enough money. Besides, we can’t let you go. You know all of our names. Well… you’ll get to know them”. “What does that mean?”, you took a step back. “Feitan wanted you as a reward during this mission. So whether we’ll get the code or not, you’re not leaving”, Chrollo’s eyes glittered in the dark. “I-I don’t want to”, you started to panic. “Don’t care”, Feitan’s voice was only fuel to your fear. “From now on, you belong to Feitan”, Chrollo signaled Phinks to free your hands. “Keep the coat. I don’t think Feitan cares if you’re cold. You’ll be at least warm that way”, Chrollo spoke as if Feitan wasn’t there. “Right”, Feitan smirked. “At least get her some proper clothing, Fei”, Chrollo coldly looked at his Spider before dismissing everyone.
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“Here”, Feitan threw a couple of bags on your bed the next day. “Proper clothes”, he leaned against the door.
After Chrollo dismissed everyone, Feitan took you with him to the house he was currently living in. It was a big and luxurious house. It wasn’t really decorated with furniture, only the necessary things like a couch, a dinner table, some paintings on the wall… And the room you were staying in was just as empty. There was a bed, a luxurious bathroom, and a big, walk-in closet that was empty of course.
“Proper clothes?”, your brows pulled together as you pulled a dress out of one of the bags. “This is a Prada dress?”. “I want you to look pretty”, Feitan looked up at the ceiling. “I’ll get you clothes every week. They won’t last long anyway”, his eyes now darted to yours.
Your stomach turned. You could only imagine what he was going to do to you.
“Wear this one for now”, Feitan slowly walked to your bed before handing you another bag. “For dinner. Hired some chef”. “I’m not hungry”, you clenched your jaw. “I don’t care”, he once again grabbed your jaw, “You’ll do as I say. Got it?”, his lips hovering next to your ear. “I’ve been kind until now, haven’t I? I behaved, so you’ll behave too”.
You didn’t answer, you just nodded in response.
“Good. Now put it on”, he leaned back. “N-now?”, you looked up at him with fear in your eyes. “Yes, want to see your body one last time before I have fun with it”. “What do you mean?”, you tried to keep your voice steady. “Put it on”, his cold gaze let you know his patience was running thin.
With shaking hands, you pulled out the nightgown you were wearing from when Feitan kidnapped you. You weren’t wearing anything underneath it, but that didn’t faze you. Feitan had seen your body many times by now. He used to place kisses all over it, making you feel like no one ever had before.
“This one?”, you covered your breasts with your arm. “Yes”, he got closer. You pulled out a beautiful, black dress from the back.
It wasn’t especially short, but it wasn’t long either. The fabric ended just above your knees. It was a tight dress until your belly, where it opened up like a flower. It was a beautiful dress, no doubt about it.
“I’ll close it”, Feitan guided you to a mirror before his hands glided along your waist.
His touch didn’t seem rough at all. It felt just as before.
“You like it?”, he took a step back when he zipped up the dress for you. “Hm”, you nodded in agreement. “Dinner’s at 7”, he cleared his throat before leaving you again.
——
You couldn’t eat. There was this lump in your throat that made it feel like you’d throw up if any kind of food entered your mouth.
“I thought sushi was your favorite”, Feitan was sitting on the other end of the table. “It is”, you hastily picked up some food, fearing what might happen if you didn’t eat. “It’s really good”, your eyes widened.
You didn’t realize how much your body needed some kind of fuel. You didn’t eat for at least 2 days now, and you only realized now how hungry you truly were.
“One of the best sushi chefs”, Feitan looked at the kitchen behind him where the chef was preparing more food. He seemed in distress, probably because Feitan made sure he wouldn’t tell a soul you were with him.
After dinner, Feitan guided you back to your room.
“Can I go to sleep?”, you softly asked as you sat down on your bed. “Sleep?”, he tilted his head, “No, it’s time for me to have some fun”. “Fun?”, your breathing started to fasten. “Fun”, his eyes lit up before roughly grabbing your arm and pulling you to another room.
There was nothing in the room except for a chair and a bed. Without any warning, he threw you on the bed and tied your wrists to it.
“What are you going to do?”, your eyes already glossy. “Whatever I want”, a knife in his hand as he slowly crawled on top of you. “I’ve wanted to take you like this since the first time we met”, his nose taking in the scent of your hair. “You know how hard it is to hold back when you’re this pretty? It was almost hard for me to finish at times because you were so boring… Always begging me to kiss you, to take you slow, … I hated it”.
You didn’t answer. There was nothing for you to say. Even when he showed some kindness earlier, you should’ve prepared yourself for this.
He swiftly cut the straps of your dress with his knife, causing it to slide down just beneath your breasts. “Stay still”, his knife firmly pressed against your throat as he noticed you were starting to kick your legs. “Please”, tears streamed down your cheek as he licked up a drop of your blood. “Don’t worry, you’re going to like this”, he looked into your eyes before cupping your cheek, “I’ll be rough, but I won’t be a monster. I know you’re body and when it’s ready for me. Even though you won’t admit it, I know you’ve been craving my touch. I saw it earlier when you were undressing in front of me… Your legs were rubbing against each other when I zipped up your dress. You only do that when you want me”.
Yes. No. Maybe. You knew he was right. Earlier… You wanted him, but you tried to push those thoughts away as much as you could. He wasn’t the man you knew. He was a psychopath, how could you want someone like him?
“Now, stay still”, his nails dug into the soft flesh of your waist as he pulled up your dress with the other. “Feitan, please”, another tear was streaming down your cheek. “Say it. Tell me you want me to stop”, his knee pushed your legs open as his digits hovered over your most sensitive spot. “I’ll stop if you do”, a devilish smirk in his eyes.
But you didn’t want him to. You didn’t care if he was going to be rough, or if he was even going to hurt you. You wanted him.
“See?”, he chuckled at a lack of answer. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You’ve never been this wet for me”, he softly bit on your shoulder. You closed your eyes as you were still trying to fight yourself. “I asked you a question”, his hand wrapped around your throat as he bit your shoulder again. Only harder this time. “S-shit”, you cried out in pain. “I’m going to cover you in bitemarks for ignoring my question”, he loosened his grip around your neck while his fingers slowly entered you. “Fuck”, you arched your back as he left bite marks on your body.
You couldn’t deny it any longer. He made you feel good, better than he ever did.
“Tsk”, Feitan frowned when you came undone around his fingers, “Wasn’t expecting you to enjoy this”. “I-I’m not”, you avoided his gaze as your cheeks turned red. “Liar”, he softly hummed while undressing himself.
Your eyes were glued to his body. Now it was clear why he never took off his shirt.
“Who did that to you?”, you quietly whispered as you noticed his scars. For a second, his eyes widened while his lips were slightly parted.
There was this short-lived moment in his mind where he wanted to let you in and where he wanted you to care for him. An unwilling memory of your arms wrapped around him flashed before his eyes.
“Shut up”, his eyes went dark again, “Don’t talk”.
Afraid of being enchanted by your warm voice again, he thought it better not to hear your voice at all.
He didn’t ask if you were ready for him. It was unnecessary. By now, your legs are already wrapped willingly around his waist. “Feitan”, your eyes closed as his forehead was pressed against yours. “Don’t”, Feitan grunted as he got even rougher, “I don’t want you to enjoy this”.
That was a lie. He wanted you to, more than anything. It wasn’t his intention for you to enjoy this, and he surely didn’t want to leave you so perfectly. In his mind, he wanted to hurt you, to make you bleed, just as he did with all those before you. That’s what he enjoyed. Torture. Not this. This wasn’t like him, and it made him mad but there was nothing he could do. He didn’t want to hurt you, more so, it would even make him feel bad about himself.
“Sorry”, your lips pressed against each other as a whisper left your chest. “Fuck”, he grunted in agitation.
He didn’t know what to do, but this didn’t feel right.
“Tell me”, he clenched his jaw at the realization of how soft he had gotten for you. “W-what?”, you looked to the side. “Tell me you want me, please”, his eyes were glued to a bitemark he left.
He couldn’t lie. The bruises looked so good on your body, but only because you enjoyed it. If he did something like that while you were crying, begging him to stop…
“I want you, Feitan”, your soft voice melted something inside him as if a fire was lit inside his heart. “Even now? Even when you see who I truly am?”.
“Even now”.
Without thinking twice, he cut the rope that was holding you down.
“Touch me. Like you used to”, he softly grabbed your wrist before placing your hand on the back of his head.
You obeyed as you softly tugged at his dark hair.
“I don’t want to take you slowly like I used to, Y/N”. “You don’t have to”, your legs tightened around his waist.
That was all he needed to hear. Without any hesitation, his lips crashed against yours.
“You feel so good”, your breathing got heavier as you could feel he was getting close. “Yeah?”, his voice low, “Want me to breed you?”. You hastily nodded as you could feel yourself getting closer to your own climax. “Really?”, he chuckled, “You never let me come inside you before. Always crying about being scared to get pregnant”. “P-please Feitan”, you arched your back. “Don’t worry. I’m going to fill you up this time, whether you want me to or not”.
Your legs now started to shake as you came undone around him.
“That’s it. Good girl”, Feitan grabbed your jaw, “Now look at me and beg”. “P-please Fei, want you to come inside me”. “Want me to put a baby in you? Making you mine forever?”. “P-please”.
Feitan couldn’t contain himself any longer. With heavy breaths and low grunts, he let his head rest against your shoulder.
“Never felt so good”, he slowly pulled out, before placing a soft kiss on the bitemark he left on your shoulder. “Hm”, you happily smiled.
He didn’t know why he decided to act cold again. Honestly, he hated himself for it, but there was something inside him. A feeling he never felt before. Was it fear? Was he scared that you were going to leave him? No. You couldn’t leave him. He kidnapped you and you had nowhere to go. It was something else. He knew you weren’t going to leave, but he was scared you were going to hate him for what he did. Or rather, for who he was. You didn’t know the real him.
“Don’t think this will happen again”, he coldly got up, “You won’t enjoy this next time”.
You lowered your eyes as you watched him put on his clothes.
“Can I-“.
“Go to your room and shower. I don’t care what you do for the rest of the night”, he clenched his jaw before leaving you alone.
This was really cute I love the budding relationship. She’s a lil dummy and Feitan is Feitan and it’s works so adorably
I also feel like maybe when they were younger they did like an anime style “When I’m older imma marry you” type thing and that’s why he’s so set on being with her and she just doesn’t remember at least that’s the vibes I get from it
I love it, it was short but I love this
Can you see me too?
feitan x reader
Summary:
“Can you see me too?” He leans in slightly, your hands still in his. You don’t know how to actually answer that. You’re looking right at him so that can’t be what he means. Or that you see him everyday at school. Feitan is asking something deeper, something you were probably wrong about. “I’m learning too, Feitan.”
tw: mention of violence, drugs, fluff. ooc Feiten? a VERY quick write might be mistakes
“Dismissed.”
You stretch your legs before getting up. It’s happening again, that heavy feeling that creeps up on you. This has been happening a lot and you don’t like it. The chill is running up your back, making you stiff. Quickly, you gather your things and leave. Being one of the first ones out of the class, the sensation of someone’s eyes leaves.
Taking a deep breath, you begin to relax for a moment. Lately, someone’s been watching you and you are too afraid to see who it is. At first, you wanted to turn around and spot the gremlin. However, the person who was next to you had fear in his eyes when he looked over your shoulder. After seeing that, you gave up that idea. Especially when you had a feeling of who it or they were.
Being a senior, there is a group that grew up with you in elementary before you moved away for some time. Unfortunately, rather than just be normal human beings, the rumors say otherwise. Shady shit that’s illegal and atrocious. Violence and blood paint their fingertips like polish, the red not leaving without prayer for the sin. And possibly, if the rumors are true, the drugs that leave the addicts and the curious in a trance.
At first, you just addressed them by their names since you all went to school together. But by the time everyone went into high school, they collectively were called the Phantom Troupe, or the Spider. You want to laugh at the name of their little gang since they were big nerds back in the third grade plays.
Their acting troupe name.
Hearing it for the first time, you didn’t take it seriously until you saw it with your own eyes. Each of them ganged up on a group from another school. The Troupe was vicious and merciless. Only a few witnessed the fight, you being one of them on accident. You barely saw what scared the hell out of everyone.
Someone lost their eyes. You could see a few moments of the fight but you missed that gruesome part. And thank God you did.
After that, you became fearful and no longer saw them as the kids that shared a class with you since kindergarten.
Now, the eyes that have been watching you everyday, you are sure it belongs to one of them. Or maybe that one stiff doll-like guy Illumi? Or the Troupe’s newest member that is the biggest flirt and an absolute freak, Hisoka.
When people talk to you, they must see who's watching. The reactions are all the same. Even your friend who is quick to grab you and lead you away from the stalker.
Did you do something wrong? Are they after you or something? Want to sell you some drugs? That little one with the long hair, Kortopi, always stands in the corners watching everyone whenever he’s not with his gang. You’re sure he’s the main dealer. Just look at him.
So badly do you want to turn around and stomp into the classroom and demand who the fuck has been staring at you. Alas, it’s not a smart move. At least not right now. After you put your school shoes in your cubby, you feel it again. That cold intensity that causes you to shiver. For the first time, you feel it closer. Like, a few feet away type thing.
You shove your regular shoes on and take off out the door, not bothering to wait and say goodbye to your friend. On your way home, you still feel the eyes on you. This is exhausting beyond belief. This is worse than gym class.
How long can this person keep this up? Why are they watching you in the first place? Do they just want to talk to you and they’re too shy? If that’s the case, you’d show some leniency since you can be a bit of a shy bug, too.
As you turn the corner and see the small, family owned diner to your left, the eyes disappear. You walk faster with a light and peppy step. They could have gone home and abandoned the stalking.
Suddenly, you’re against a tree with someone’s arms placed firmly against it, trapping you. The sun has decided to shine brightly and highlight his face. It is none other than Feitan Portor.
Never have the two of you been so close. Not friendly or physically. His lower face is covered by a cowl for some reason and his eyes are, surprisingly, looking like they’re different colors. They’re dark, but one is slightly deeper. His cheekbones are defined and right on top are slight freckles against his ghostly pale skin.
Words are stolen for what feels like minutes. Finally, your fears get the best of you.
“Oh my God…you want to sell me drugs?” You are on the verge of crying when he has narrowed eyes. “My mom’s gonna be so mad at me. I don’t want drugs!”
“Fei, is this her?” A tall blond, Phinks, if you remember right, comes around the corner with extremely light steps. The rest of the Troupe appear too. “No, God no. Don’t sell me drugs!”
They all stop and look at you. Each bearing an expression fit for a sitcom scene.
“She’s not allowed to be high. Look at her, she’s the paranoid type.” The biggest one, Uvo, states. “She’s gonna turn herself in for something she didn’t even do.”
Dear Lord, they already know how high you’d be? What are they planning? You can’t go home like that.
Portor says nothing. He doesn’t even bother to ask which drug you’d want. Phinks steps forward. “Look, Fe-”
“Oh God…I don’t have money! Stopping giving me drugs.” Tears well in your eyes and you shake your head slowly, facing the ground.
“We didn’t…give you anything? No one wants to give you drugs. Trust me.” You hear someone promise.
“Why you here?” He asks with his whispery voice.
“Because I was going home and you-” He shuts you up with one look.
They talk among themselves while Feitan Portor doesn’t move himself away from you. Your mom is going to be pissed if you come with drugs.
“Is it crack?” You whisper. “For God’s sake-stop that! No one is going to give you anything!” Machi puts her hand on her hips as she yells at you.
“Is it, like, a toe? An eyeball? Please no, no-”
Porter’s soft voice cuts through yours. “Stop.”
“Mom’s going to be so mad at me if I have a random toe again.” You try to wiggle out from his trap with no avail.
He grabs your head. “Enough,” He turns around to face his friends, covering you. Well, somewhat since he’s on the smaller side. “Go.”
Immediately you realize that command is for you, and you take off.
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The next day is no better. He is still staring at you but at a closer distance. He moved someone from their seat just to sit behind you. And at lunch, he sat at another table facing you. He must want something, especially when he barely shows up for school. And now he does?
It’s drugs or blackmail. Murder?
Before the day was even over, the principal called for an assembly. Begrudgingly, you enter the gym and stay close to the edge rather than the stairs. You look around for your friend but find Portor next to you instead. His thigh touches yours contently. There is not a single thing out of place with him. He looks like this is normal, regular for you two to be this close. Everyone else has a few inches between them yet he wants to be glued to you.
You say nothing to object. In the corner sits your friend. She “subtly” points her finger at him and mouths what he’s doing. You can’t make any sudden movements or he’ll notice.
“You answer her?” His voice is so soft, almost drowned out from the teenagers that the principal slowly reins in. Lucky for him, his mouth is close to your ear.
“No need. It’s, um, like, right here. She can see this.”
He furrows his brows and asks, “Is it bad?”
You shift awkwardly, fully realizing that you’re brushing up against him. “N-no, just surprising. I mean, we haven’t talked since elementary.”
He looks forward and says with confidence, “That change. We talk now.”
Why?
The principal goes on about the violence in school and how it will not be tolerated. If this continues, he will sort out that police will patrol the school. You side eye Feitan Portor who still wears his cowl covering his lower face but cannot hide his smile.
You’re scared.
When the assembly is over, you jump up and try to walk down the seats rather than pass Portor to go to the stairs. A teacher yells to stop walking on the benches. You ignore her completely and blend with the crowd. Your heart is pounding. You rub your chest in an attempt to calm it. Suddenly, you feel something pressed against you right as you are seconds away from the door.
“God!” You shout as you see that he is right next to you with his hands in his jacket’s pockets. “Let’s go.”
“W-what about your friends? They gotta be looking for you.” He walks towards you, causing you to press against the wall and walk to the door. It’s like he’s herding you out the door. You walk stiffly next to him. The sun is hiding behind the clouds, causing the shadows to emphasize his paleness.
Your bag and book is snatched out of your hand. He’s carrying it and continues to walk. “H-hey!”
“Walk.” Why is he carrying your stuff? Is it collateral or something? He’s holding them hostage? Oh God, what if he wants you to do something illegal or sexual in exchange for your stuff?
Quietly, the two of you walk to that familiar tree. “Where’s your home?”
No, no, he can’t walk you home. He’ll know where you live and that would be awful. Him having that kind of information? That’s deadly. “I-I can go the rest of the way. You probably have to head home too.”
You reach for your things. “No. Where is it?”
“I don’t have one.” You lie. The things he could do with your address…Lord have mercy. “Lie. Where is it? I take you home.”
“I can go-”
“(Y/n).” He remembers your name? You remember his because so much has happened and the whole class were friends. Since you didn’t talk when you moved back this year, you didn’t think he’d remember you.
“Portor…”
“I walk you.” Too scared, you just agree and walk to your house with the short guy in tow. Your house comes to view. “Oh, your dad’s?”
“How did-”
“Pool?” Your eyes dart around until you remember that you hosted a pool party once. There was a slip and slide, a kiddie pool, and sprinklers. Everyone had fun and sandwiches and chips. A few of your classmates didn’t have swimsuits so your dad had them wear old shirts for them so they could play too. Now that you think of it, he was one of those that didn’t have anything.
“I can’t believe you remember that.” Everything to do with your dad is mostly tucked away from your mind. Portor bringing up a memory that you vowed to cherish makes you remember how much fun everything was. It was so long ago, though. Times and people change regularly. There is no reason to hold onto a memory that didn’t last long enough, right?
“I remember that what’s-his-name slid right through the slip and slide and into the fence.” You snap your fingers repeatedly trying to remember his name. Feitan is still friends with him.
“Bonolenov. He wore bandages for a while.”
“Ah, I remember that. It still didn’t slow him down.” The two of you stand there in silence. “Well, this is me. Thanks for walking me home.”
You reach for the bag but he walks out of your reach and heads to the door. His steps are so quiet they don’t even disturb the bugs that tread along the sidewalk to your house.
He stops at your door, waiting for you. “I walk you home. Not on the sidewalk.” Even though he’s surrounded with violence and blood, you can’t deny that this is sweet. Suspicious as hell, but sweet nonetheless.
“Thank you Portor.” You bounce on your feet. “It was nice talking to you.” And for reminding me of that sunny memory.
When you finally finish the day, you don’t feel as scared as you did for some reason.
--
“So…what’s going on? Where’s your shadow?” Your friend whispers lowly. There is a nice breeze that refreshes the overheated students. Unfortunately, there is a terrible heat advisory that is really showing its head. You have a loose blue tank top on and blue jeans which you wished you’d traded for something shorter. If this heat is making you wear a tank top and wish for shorts or a skirt, then it is hotter than satan’s breath.
Speak of the devil and he’ll appear, cutting right through the crowd of students under the shade, Chrollo and his posse silently intimidate those who hid under the leaves of the school’s trees. You can’t help but roll your eyes. They throw their weight around like a 1950s gang with leather jackets and a comb to fix their over gelled hair. Hell, Chrollo actually looks like the part.
Your friend groans next to you and fans herself and you do the same. The principal is expecting too much. You and the rest of the crowd are liable to run back inside if they don’t finish this fire drill.
“It isn’t a drill, you know.” She whispers yet again. You turn to her, confused. “What’re you talking about?”
“Do you wonder why they were the last ones out?”
“What do you think happened?” She shrugs. “I have no idea. But it’s suspicious. People are whispering about this. I mean, isn’t it weird? This happens right after the assembly that was basically for them?”
You contribute to her curiosity. “Not to mention the lack of patrols…”
“Oh no, there were some. Where are they now, though? They were here this morning.”
You want to change the subject. For some reason, you do feel a slight sliver of protectiveness towards them due to the memories. “This fucking heat. I can’t take this…”
Then, a shadow stands in front of you. “Come.”
“No.” She grabs your wrist, frowning at Portor. She doesn’t trust him at all. Honestly, she has a right not to. All of the rumors that are whispered through the walls surround him like a blanket. And his demeanor doesn't help his case. “Why?” You cut in.
“Come with me.” Everyone is staring at the exchange. “This isn’t funny, Portor. Pick on someone else.”
You put your other arm around her protectively. “Um, I’ll go. It’s fine.” You try to reassure her in some kind of way. “Then I’m coming too. What’s one more person?”
His cowl isn’t very good at hiding his expressions. He leads the two of you without a word. Under the tree is so much cooler than you expected. You feel bad for the others.
“Don’t worry, there are no drugs.” Phinks says, causing his other friends to laugh at your expense.
“What’s he talking about?” Your friend leans in and “whispers”.
“They tried to make me take drugs.” You answer. Honestly, you can’t get over that. Not the drug part but how he trapped you against a tree. It was scary and unexpected.
“No we didn’t!” Machi or Mochi corrects with her hands on her hips. Your friend rolls her eyes at her. Normally, your friend is a little on the timid side. But when it comes to these guys, she shows her dislike as if she doesn’t shake when ordering food.
Portor tugs you down to the ground for you to sit. Your legs are at the side of you, curled. The normally timid friend sits in between you and Portor. “I don’t trust him…”
“You can’t whisper at all.” You tell her. She looks offended and pouts. The only noises are the few murmurs among the schoolmates and the subtle wind in the air. Still, there has been no word from the teachers. Perhaps your friend was right.
“Move.” Portor’s voice is soft yet firm. He stares directly at your friend with an indifferent expression. She scoffs and answers with a no. “Absolutely not.”
“Babe, I don’t think this is a good idea.” You actually whisper. She turns to you wearing a frown. “And these people have good ones?”
“You have no idea.” Bonolenov says. You can’t tell if he’s joking or not. There is a tense feeling in the atmosphere that reminds you of anxiety. That fight or flight response that just won’t go away as you sit in front of them.
“Babe…please do what he says.” You squeeze her hand once. With nonverbal agreement, she moves over for him to sit next to you. “I sit here, okay?”
“Okay, Portor.” Your friend glares at everyone. She is rightfully suspicious of everyone. There are so many negative things said that taints their image. And their teasing isn’t doing them any favors against the allegations.
Your thighs touch his on accident. The wind gives a harsh blow, slightly moving his cowl. You spot a flush on his cheeks. “Are you hot? Why not take this off?”
You give light tugs to his jacket. “No.”
“This?” You gently move the fabric from his face. His cheeks are warm and have a youthful roundness to them. “There’s no reason to bake in the sun.”
He removes it then to your surprise, gives it to you. You thank him and don’t mention that his face is red. If you were vain, you’d think it’s because of you. But the sun is out and it’s hot.
Your friend is bug eyed at the sight with her head cocked slightly.
“So, this has been weird. We’re going home.” She picks you up by your arm and makes way out of the shade. You are quickly pulled towards your shadow. “Go away.”
“Portor…”
“And leave her with you? ” She points to him. His face hardens and before anyone can make a move, you rush to intervene. “It’s alright!” You say a little too quickly and grab his hand and leave. She shouts at you as you run away. “Toots! Are you crazy?”
“I’ll see you tomorrow!” You yell back at her. “If you live that long! He even smells insane!”
“ Bye!”
--
You take him and run, completely sure that you’re safe. Maybe it’s because he was nice to you and remembered the pool party. It could be how quiet he is, not needing to fill the silence. It’s relaxing that way.
“Here we are.” You stop in front of your house again. The plain beige paneling and the lackluster decor. The lawn needs to be mowed, you note.
Just as you are about to head inside your home, he grabs your hand and leads you away. His hands have calluses on them and are bigger than yours. They are paler than the upper part of his face, too. He puts them in his pockets and occasionally wears gloves, so that could be the culprit.
You turn around and look back at your house. Feitan squeezes your hand roughly and yanks you. You frown and debate on tugging it free. Like he read your mind, he pulls you closer. His already thin eyes squint in suspicion.
The little shop is small and has large windows with writing on them. The drawings are clearly done by kids. A sun in the upper corner, a tiny snowman with a large nose and a crooked hat, and so many more.
The bell dings when the two of you open the door. The old man at the counter perks up at the sound and smiles widely at you.
“Well aren’t you cute!” The old man coos. The apples of his cheeks are red and his smile makes his laugh lines more prominent, a testimony of the joy in his life. His brown eyes are small but they have a twinkle in them. He reminds you of Old Saint Nick but without the beard.
Portor holds two fingers up. “Crepe.” The old man puts his hand on his chin then leans into Portor’’s ear. The old baker doesn’t notice the glare he’s getting or the danger leaking from him.
“How about you two share?” He whispers. Portor side eyes the old man. The guy clicks his tongue and finger guns at Portor. All the while, he remains silent.
“What flavor?”
“Um, what would you like?” You don’t know if he likes the same thing as you. He answers with confidence. “Chocolate. You like chocolate.”
“Well, how about the lover’s special? It’s the right amount of sweet and pretty, just like your lady.” Your cheeks get warm and you instinctively cover them.
“My lady would like something to drink.” My lady. Just what is he getting at? You haven’t talked to him since the science fair or a play, maybe? Nah, he’s probably being sarcastic because of what the old man said.
“One lover’s twist, coming up.”
You see a table and walk towards it then are interrupted by the older man who decides to direct you to a red booth that has a rounded top. If you were to look at it right, it’d remind you of a heart. “The lighting is better over here, if I may.”
Portor sits in front of you as quiet as ever. “Why did you want to come here? I’m sure you and your friends have something to do.”
Something illegal, no doubt.
Portor taps his fingers on the table. His eyes snap to yours when he catches you staring at his long fingers.
“You know already.” You frown and think back. You don’t have a clue and he’s looking at you expectantly. Right before you could ask some more questions, the old man brings out the crepe and a shake that has a cherry on top with two straws coming out of the tall glass. You thank him and dig into the shake first. As you are sipping, Portor does the same. In the corner of your eye, you see the old man trying to make it seem like he isn’t paying attention to you.
You take a small bite of the crepe. The flavor bursts in your mouth. The sweetness isn’t too sweet but does hit the spot. You take another bite and chew slowly, realizing that Portor hasn’t touched it. Then, you feel the pad of his thumb brush across the corner of your mouth.
Your cheeks are on fire. “I’m sorry. I’m a messy eater, that’s why I was going slow.”
His face holds no expression. The weird and heavy feeling makes you uncomfortable. “Sorry if I disgusted you.”
“No. You okay.” Eating in front of people has made you a little insecure over the years. Your dad was a messy eater and you got that from him. “Thank you, Portor.”
He stops eating mid chew when you two hear sniffles. The old man at the counter wipes his eyes. “So cute…so many memories.” He whispers.
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Afterwards, he walked you home with your hand in his, guiding you back. This entire thing has been so, so weird. Yet it feels…right? Casual or normal. Nothing feels out of place except for the fact that he’s dangerous and scary. It is the shock of randomness that gets you. Walking you home, sitting next to you, and the amount of staring is so jarring it’s a fright on its own.
The anxiety is what you’ve been feeling under his intense stare is like being the center of attention under a microscope. It is uncomfortable. However, the heat in your cheeks isn't from embarrassment as he links his fingers through yours.
“Thank you for the crepe, Portor.”
“ Feitan. Not Portor.” You smile and hum, missing how his cheeks are pink and eyes twinkle for the first time in years. It’s cute.
You come across your house once again, already dreading going inside to face your parent’s wrath for being late and not wanting this day to end. “I had fun, Feitan.”
He’s still holding your hand like it’s something precious he stole. “Me too.”
You don’t make a move to let go and neither does he. You know you should. You should be running away from him. A drug dealer, fighter, gangster, maybe even a murderer or at least will be one. You should pull away. You shouldn’t have entertained this for so long.
Yet you feel content? Happy? Comforted, maybe? There’s a word for it but you don’t know the answer right now. Not when he takes your hand and places a delicate kiss on your knuckle.
So, that’s why. He likes you. As in, like-like. You smile wide and try to hide your face. You’d never thought he’d have a crush on you or anyone for that matter. How sweet this is and what a cherished memory it will be.
And to think, that old man understood before you did.
“Boss said you like that. It’s in books.” Boss? He must mean Chrollo. “Yeah, I do. It’s not everyday I’m treated like this.”
He says nothing for a moment. A moment you cherish so you can regain your thoughts and attempt to stop you from being so flustered. So you can actually see him clearly. His eyes are shiny and his face is slightly flushed. You finally notice that his hair wasn’t in its usual state. Long and slightly unkempt. Instead, it looks smoother and better brushed.
This is a date.
Your first date. Is it his, too?
“I can see you everyday. You smile nice.” He says. His voice is still quiet and now even moreso, wanting to hide the compliment. “You have a nice smile too.”
“Feit-”
“Can you see me too?” He leans in slightly, your hands still in his.
You don’t know how to actually answer that. You’re looking right at him so that can’t be what he means. Or that you see him everyday at school. Feitan is asking something deeper, something you were probably wrong about.
“I’m learning too, Feitan.” You are. In a short amount of time you’ve seen something different. Something that was hiding in plain sight. There are still reservations because of what he does. But that’s it. It isn’t him that holds you back, it is the rumors and the fights. From what you see, this side of Feitan is sweet. This moment is something you’ll keep and hope for more of them.
You can see him.
He kisses your knuckle again. “A start.”
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.
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”
HxH: Feitan w/ a Strong! S/o Pt.1(?)
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`>When I say strong, the reader, in this case, would be as physically capable and have nen and/or abilities comparable to Feitan. I see a lot of headcanons but not many like this
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`>Getting back into the HXH fandom slowly so while I'm working on some more Food Wars! Content, have these since this gremlin has been plaguing my mind lol. If this gets enough love, ill make a part 2 so tell me what you all think :3
Warning: Murder, Stalking and Strong language
So if you a minor, beware.
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-To start, he might be a tad put off
-It's pretty rare to find someone with such prowess, especially ones that don't have less than-savory intentions
-Id assume you met on a battlefield of some kind or while he was on one of his missions with the troupe
-Just like him, you aren't exactly the upstanding citizen type and are committing crimes of some sort when you encounter
-Whether stealing the same things or killing the same people, you two have similar goals, regardless of the reason
-To be fair, he didn't think much of you when you first appeared
"How. Troublesome...."
-An annoying obstacle, someone to dispatch quickly
-However, after a rather tedious fight and a good amount of bruises, he realized it might not be that simple
-Your moves were calculated and precise, and your battle iq no doubt honed over years of experience with nen abilities that even he found difficult to handle
-His interest was certainly piqued, as much as it can for Feitan anyway
-You’ll hand it to him; its been a while since you've seen his level of strength
-A true master of his craft, no doubt
-Regardless, that isn't why you were here
-You came to rid of a target and with your mission accomplished, there was no reason to stay, no matter how curious you were about the extent of his ability
-You were swift at your exit, swift enough that Feitan only caught your figure leaving from the corner of his eye
-Admittedly you've sparked more than enough of his interest
-something about your very being itched him in a way he couldn't describe and lingered his thoughts for moments too long
-Like it or not, your existence loomed his mind awkwardly and gave his chest a tighten
-Indescribably annoying
'Must. know. about. Her. Get rid of stupid feeling.”
-now we all know Feitan is no short of deranged and sadistic so it is no telling if he wanted to know for devious reasons or other
-Whatever the case, it led to him talking Shalnark into researching deep (and I mean very deep) into you
-Playing it off as a simple inquiry, he found you, a picture attached to your profile albeit a very blurry one
-All that he could get was your name and Age
"Y/n. Interesting. Name."
Shalnark is confused
-That's how he got here, peeping from your window as you rest
-Even with such little information, finding you was trivially easy
-Your apartment was small, compact he’d say
-Nothing compared to the places he’s layed his head: cold, dark, and filthy on a good day
-He spent the night watching you sleep, noticing every ministration, every time you got up abruptly and checked your surroundings, nearly certain something was amiss
-He didn't expect peeping on you to be so trepidatious
-That didn't stop him from stopping by every time he wasn't busy to check up and watch you
-Days became weeks and months flew by as he kept this cycle going
-It eventually got to the point that he'd follow you to and from your house
-He was searching and, surprisingly, unsure of what for
-He's never felt any particular connection to people outside of the spiders so it was usually easy to write it off as mindless curiosity
-He just wants to know why you interest him so much, and nothing more
-That's how he ended up in your house when you left for your 8 am morning run, which took you approx. 30 minutes to finish as of this week
-He was just checking your clothes because he wished to know where you frequented, perhaps he could lie in waiting as you shopped, snatching your jugular and relenting this pounding in his chest that paces just a few beats quicker
-He only checks the food you eat to see what your diet consists of, perhaps to poison you as your gaze falters from your plate, even if just for a second, permanently killing the heat that rises against his skin at the thought of you
-He doesn't care about you; he just wants to know your weaknesses to exploit, that’s all
-If that were true, then why was he in your room when you weren't? Taking in your scent as if an attached dog
-Surely he could've killed you thousands of times over in the dead of your sleep; a slit to your throat would've ended this and yet he feels pulled to let you live
“Just. one. More day.”
-If it didn't matter, if you didn't matter, why did he effectively remove any potential romantic partner from your life?
-It's just to make you easier to kill; it's just to make you easier to kill, it's just to make you easier to take. No! Kill...not take...
-What was once curiosity became more of a crippling obsession.
-He had to know everything—what you were doing, who you spoke to, and what you ate in the morning
-You captivated him and even if he couldn't understand it, you had him wrapped around your finger without so much as a word
-Ever since your mission 4 months ago, a certain feeling has lingered your consciousness and kept you on edge with no clue as to the source
-Things went missing, your associates became distant—well, more distant than you kept them—and your kills have become suspiciously easier.
-To the average person, such a prospect would strike fear and cause for trepidation
-Did you think I wasn't aware that he'd been watching me?
-All credit goes to him, spotting him was the hardest part
-He only let his presence be known through peeks of his bloodlust spilling before he vanished in the same motion, which gave away how seasoned he was
It was hard to tell if he wanted me to find him with how obvious his actions became; no, the word would be bold. His actions have gone from stealing articles from the back of my closet to lacing food when he was sure I hadn't seen him
-Playing dumb was the easy part; actually avoiding his kidnapping attempt(s) was certainly a challenge
-Before long, you could see the desperation in his nen
“You're getting sloppy, Stalker.”
-I suppose you've worked hard, stalker, I’ll let you win just this once