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 Hello everybody and welcome back to once again another hunter X hunter/hxh scenario! Today we will be doing how the hunter X hunter characters react to their child getting into a physical fight!
Full credit too la-squadra1234
Feitan-his kid would be pretty quiet for the most part so when he found out that his kid got into a fight he known that it must’ve been something serious considering that his kid doesn’t talk much and his kid is not a attention seeker at all he questioned his kid over and over about it until he got the answer he was not upset at all he was just wondering what happened and he wanted to know the details safe to say that it wasn’t bothering him at all and it was more just a inconvenience
Chrollo-he would be a little disappointed but he would not say much considering that it would be very hypocritical and especially since his kid knows what he does he just didn’t talk about it but he didn’t like the fact that his kid was getting into fights he wanted his kid to be a good kid and not follow into his footsteps
Phinks-he was all over his kid asking his kid about it “did you win” ”Who did you get into a fight with” “why did you guys get into a fight” “was anybody recording” The questions were endless he would not stop asking until he got all the answers kind of like feitan except he is more annoying about it lol if his kid did not win he would be absolutely pissed and he would probably slap his kid and he would tell his kid to never get into a fight unless they are planning on winning and if his kid won he would probably get his kid ice cream as a reward
illumi-he wasn’t really surprised because it’s in his nature he was raised with violence so he expected that out of his kid since he tried his best to raise his kid the same way as he was raised he did not really care at all he was asking his kid a bit of questions like who did he fight and why did they get into a fight he didn’t ask if his kid won because he already known that his kid would’ve won considering that no other kid at his school is as strong as him (yes I know that he would never enrol his kid into school but his kid would not be allowed any friends so I did not know what else to put)
Hisoka-he would be watching the whole thing he would make sure he has popcorn and tea  he would definitely be cheering for his kid and if his kids started to struggle which would be very unlikely but hypothetically he would definitely jump in the fight because he’s just that type of parent
Nobunaga-he would be upset that his kid is fighting and when his kid calls him a hypocrite he would yell at his kid for calling him names (ik it seems so toxic but trust me it gets better in the end) Nobunaga will eventually come around and apologized to his kid for being a hypocrite and yelling at his kid and his kid will apologize for making him upset but then his kid would just get into another fight and Nobunaga wouldn’t care as much
silva-he wouldn’t care at all he would be proud of his kid if anything (his kid would probably fight one of the butlers because there is literally nobody else to fight)
This is the end of the story thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!
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It has come to my attention that I ha entry been posting inktober stuff, this was done like day 5
Prospects Document #1
Scenario #1, Prompt: Someone sings a song, reminiscing in the form of a lullaby to the child.
“Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end.”
The voice was barely there, barely audible, barely a voice, but the words were no less than echoing. At least, to the child.
“Sun digs its heels to taunt you.”
The world was quiet, yet the child has never been more overwhelmed in their life.
“But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same.”
The child breathed.
“Rises the moon.”
“Days fade into a water color blur.”
Sometimes, the child’s mind wanders further than they think it should.
“Memories swim and haunt you.”
Where did they come from? How did they get here? And why has this person stuck to them this entire
“But look into the lake, shimmering like smoke”
All they remember is the cold feeling of water.
“Rises the moon.”
“Oh-oh, close your weary eyes.”
Tears were gathering in their eyes once more.
“I promise you that soon the autumn comes.”
Who is this person,
“To darken fading summer skies.”
And why is that voice the most beautiful thing they have ever heard?
“Breathe, breathe, breathe.”
It’s so…sad.
“Days pull you down just like a sinking ship.”
The hand carding through their hair lightens, and the child wouldn’t have even noticed it hadn’t the voice faded ever so slightly.
“Floating is getting harder.”
It is.
“But tread the water, child, and know that meanwhile”
The child’s hand twitches, wanting to hold onto the person, hold onto them, don’t let them leave.
“Rises the moon.”
“Days pull you up just like a daffodil.”
The tears pouring down their face shines in the light of the celestial in the sky.
“Uprooted from its garden.”
The breeze picks up, and they shiver. The person holds them closer.
“They'll tell you what you owe, but know even so”
The child does not fight it.
“Rises the moon.”
“You'll be visited by sleep.”
The child doesn’t want to sleep.
“I promise you that soon the autumn comes.”
But they do not fight it.
“To steal away each dream you keep.”
The wisp of the cold is obvious, as the child lay in the arms of their person.
“Breathe, breathe, breathe.”
They only breathe.
Word Count: 359
Inspired by Rises the Moon of liana flores
Prospects Document #1
Scenario #2, Prompt: The world waits for the right time to rest.
Silence will never be.
Silence never has been, is not, and never will be.
The world exists, and so does everything else in it, and with it.
It existed when time did, when the light did, when the dark did, when the end did.
The world waits patiently for the right time to rest.
At the start of time—at the start of the world—it was noisy. So much beings, so much creatures, who could have made them be?
In the sky, in the water, in the ground, in the cold, in the heat, in the world. In the world, existed everything.
And so much more.
The sky was white, the water was a mirror, the ground was a stage.
On legs, on tails, on hands, on feet. (Even without any of those?) Yes, even without any of those. They are alive.
Not everything, but so many things.
…there seemed to be a hierarchy of some sorts.
Some were pushed down, some were pushed up, some remained in the middle. What of it?
(But that’s not right.)
No, I’m sorry but that’s how it was made to be.
At the very top were the strange existences in the world. They took many forms, called themselves many names, and had done many things.
Soon, they learned. It got noisier when they did.
At first, they were like the rest. And then they started building. Creating. Developing. Progressing. And-
And-
And then they started harming.
Nothing harmed better than them.
Nothing progressed better than them.
Nothing developed better than them.
Nothing created better than them.
Nothing…was better than them.
Nothing.
And so the world waited.
Waited in the fire.
Waited in the ashes.
Waited in the flood.
Waited in the acid.
Waited in the plague.
Waited in the catastrophe.
Waited.
In the noise.
Word Count: 300