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[disgustinggf]

[purplehowl]

I am in the fifth season and it's breaking my heart into little pieces. At least with all the shitty politics in my country, HxH is holding up my sanity or it will make me snap like any of the characters.

[starrysatoruuuuu]

No thoughts, head empty except for Chrollo feeding you chocolate dipped strawberries. He’s so close, intensely watching the way your lips wrap about the delectable fruit. He’s quick to catch the small trickle of strawberry juice that escapes the corner of your mouth with his thumb, eyes locking with yours as he licks it clean.

But it’s too little to satisfy his cravings.

He finds it adorable when your gaze shifts elsewhere, clearly flustered by his smallest actions. He desperately wants a better taste, so he decides steal another bite from you, pulling you in by your chin.

A hum of satisfaction leaves Chrollo’s lips.

He’s right, everything tastes so much sweeter on your lips.

[paristonne]

Thinking about how much this chapter highlights the idea that's persistent through all of HxH of kids being kids despite the impossible. Despite horrible situations. Highlights how kids will always be able to connect with one another and always be able to find love and fun and family even when their circumstances would seemingly make it impossible. Something something the prevailing humanity that cuts through all of HxH

[sleepless-translation]

Phantom Troupe Drama CD English Translation-Track 13

CD : HUNTER×HUNTER～Next Episode Scene 3 幻影旅団 (Link)

Track 13 さらわれた団長 "The kidnapped Leader" starts at 47.15.

Disclaimer:

This is a fun bonus content from the 1999 anime that I decided to translate because I want others to enjoy it too (´꒳`)♡ Do note that some of the characters might act in an unusual comedic manner.

Summary:

This scene takes place at the Beitacle hotel after Chrollo got kidnapped by Kurapika. The troupe members decided to talk about their boss's bad habit. Killua and Gon are supposed to be listening to the whole thing too (which makes it funnier).

[Nobunaga] Boss…!

[Machi] This is because you’re..dense.

[Shizuku] That’s right. Boss is unexpectedly dense.

[Pakunoda] Yeah. If I don't bring it to him, he'll definitely miss out on his meals.

[Kortopi] He’s also greedy.

[Machi] Rather than greedy, he’s kind of possessive, isn’t he? That time I accidentally ate his pudding. After that, for two or three days, every time he saw me he said "pudding… my pudding…"

[Shizuku] Ah! The same thing happened to me too.

[Machi] Such a mild stalker, that guy.

[Pakunoda] But that part of him is cute.

[Nobunaga] That’s because you coddle him all the time, Paku. He’s always gonna be like that.

[Kortopi] Discipline is important.

[Pakunoda] Discipline..? He’s not a dog.

[Machi] If he were a dog, he would just come back on his own.

[Shizuku] Way better than boss, huh.

[Pakunoda] No way… Boss doesn’t need to be taken out for walks, nor does he wet himself.

[Nobunaga] Paku, you’re not making him look any better.

[Kortopi] More like dragging him through the mud.

[Shizuku] Ah! They’re here!

[Phinks] Explain the situation.

[Shizuku] In my case, it was almond jelly.

[Phinks] Huh?

[Feitan] What talk about?

[Machi] We’re talking about Paku coddling the boss too much, which makes him become more like a possessive stalker.

[Shalnark] I'm having trouble following all this.

[Nobunaga] In short, it's about how Boss sulks when Machi accidentally ate his pudding, and when Shizuku accidentally ate his almond jelly.

[Feitan] Straight up.

[Phinks] I get what you guys are saying. Back then, I had eaten his Azuki bar, then he stood by my bedside for three days and three nights.

[Machi] You too, Phinks?!

[Shizuku] I see that you have also been victimized by his unexpected side!

[Phinks] Why is the LEADER of the Phantom Troupe that upset over an ice cream in the first place? While he has us at his beck and call at all times.

[Shalnark] Well, that can’t be helped since we're his subordinates, but over an ice cream..? That’s kinda petty.

[Phinks] I know right?

[Pakunoda] Well, Boss is a person who likes ice cream!

[Kortopi] Pudding and Jelly-

[Pakunoda] Those too.

[Machi] That’s why I call him spoiled.

[Nobunaga] He cherry-picks the good stuff after al.

[Feitan] That, I understand. Boss the type to order from the secret menu at a sushi restaurant.

[Shalnark] Now that you mention it, he never eats the crust of a bread, right?

[Machi] That time, he ate only about five centimeters of the middle of a watermelon that had been split in half.

[Kortopi] Who only eats the strawberries on a shortcake?

[Shizuku] Ah. One time he snatched my food that I left out to eat last.

[Pakunoda] That also happened to me…

[Phinks] Not to mention he only ate the burnt rice of a stone-grilled bibimbap.

[Machi] Jeez. Our Boss is really hopeless, huh.

...

[Chrollo] I have no value as a hostage.

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TL Notes & Commentary:

I've seen some people say "Chrollo eats pudding like a pig" which is half true. Kortopi called him 意地汚い, meaning "greedy, gluttonous, and piggy-like." More on how he hogs his food, less on how he eats it.

The almond jelly is 杏仁豆腐. A jellied dessert made of apricot kernel milk, agar, and sugar.

Machi actually says 粘着質ストーカ. 粘着 literally means “sticky”, so he’s really clingy and persistent. I think Machi is so done with danchou, hence the choice of words.

Azuki Bar

[crimegoku]

Chrollo got defeated by the power of friendship but not like, the protagonists' friendship. It was his own friends liking him too much to let him die that lead to his defeat in Yorknew

[neverlove-anchor]

I love Chrollo Lucilfer, he is my favorite character in hxh if not in anime overall, and I love him for a lot of reasons: his aesthetic, his powers, his leadership capabilities but my favorite part about him is that he is inherently ambiguous

If you think about it we know a surprising amount about Chrollo considering how little we saw him, actually we know about as much as we do about Illumi and Hisoka, the other two recurrent villains who we see a lot more than him

We know he comes from Meteor City and that can give us a lot of clues about his childhood; we know he founded the Spider when he was young alongside his friends; we know he is interested in philosophy and christian theology; we know he believes in the afterlife, believes Judas to not be a traitor to Christ, he cares deeply about his friends but devalues his own life and importance in the Troupe, he wants treasure for treasure’s sake not because he actually needs money, he actively supports his community, he is capable of immense acts of cruelty even if he is apparently aware of the value of human life, he is a born leader and very charismatic although a loner

Again, considering how little we saw of this guy (York New, one shot in Green Island, the fight with Hisoka and the current arc) we know a whole lot about his opinions, life philosophy and personality, but the fandom still can’t get a grasp on this guy

Some see him as a blank slate, a man with no personhood of his own with his identity tied entirely to the Troupe

Others see him as a pure monster who slaughters and steals without an ounce of remorse. A being of pure chaos

There are some who see him as an oppressed individual, lashing out in anger at a world who abandoned, neglected and ignored him. A human monster born out of society’s worst tendencies trying desperately to make his mark on a world who tried to erase his very existence

Some see him as a born mastermind, a pathological liar manipulating anyone and everyone every second of his life

Others see him as two sides of the same coin. A mass murderer who is also a polite, genuine and sincere person, capable of gentleness and affection

And we can argue for all of them, he is all of that and more. And that’s what I like about him, because until very recently his character was not about who he was, but what he presents: a demon born out of society’s filth, who will burn them all right after robbing them blind and no one will stand in his way

[falling-pages]

Far away from you: Tamaki x Reader

Ok ok ok, taking a break from the aesthetic board requests to drop a lil something for y'all (aka, me, because this is 100 percent self indulgent). Been thinking a lot about long-distance Tamaki lately. He's such a sweet boy 🥺

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Synopsis: Tamaki has to return to Japan for the summer, leaving his SO behind in America.

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Tamaki Suoh x gn!Reader (heavily implied female)

Genre: Fluff, a little bit of sad

Warnings: None

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As extroverted and excitable as Tamaki was, there truly was nothing he loved more than cuddling with you in bed on a sleepy Sunday morning.

Your bed was warm, the sheets soft and clean, and they smelled like you. Well, everything smelled like you, when your face was buried in his neck and his face pressed into your hair. That was soft, too, and it smelled so sweet. Like fresh fruit and honey. A little tangled, slightly damp from last night’s shower.

He turned to look down at you resting peacefully. Still unaware of the world, the chirping birds having not disturbed your slumber. Those lips he adored were slightly open, a gentle breath sighing in and out, cool against the skin of his neck. Your eyes moved beneath their lids; you were dreaming, experiencing a life within a life.

He hoped you were dreaming of him.

Some trashy reality show played in the background, the evidence of your trying to get up, but you found his chest too inviting and his arms too safe to leave. So you fell back asleep with him, enjoying the sweet uninterrupted time. Heaven knows the next time you’d be able to cuddle like this.

The clock was ticking, and soon he had to be far, far away from you.

As much as Tamaki wanted to fall back asleep with you, he knew his time was limited. The clock on your nightstand flashed angry red numbers, the only thing of heat in your pristine pastel room. The digital face clicked on and on, mercilessly reminding him of your impending separation, counting down the seconds until he would have to get up and leave you in your bed. Sure, he could miss his flight, but it was inevitable; he was a Suoh, and he had duties--most of them back in Japan.

Going to school in America had been the best decision of his life--he met you--but it made going back home each summer that much harder.

He allowed his thoughts to turn to next year, when you both graduated. You could go to Japan with him then, and you'd never have to say goodbye again.

You had discussed going to Japan with him for every break, but you desperately missed your family, and he would never stand to see you homesick. So the two of you cried, talked, and cried some more as your love booked his single ticket online. You had cried such pretty tears for him the night before, as you spent one last night together cooking a meal, washing dishes, and getting ready for bed. He didn’t think he could stand it, but having you there in his arms for just the time being was worth every clench in his aching heart.

Half-hour. That was all that's left until he had to get up. Thirty minutes until he left you and the continent behind.

Of course you would video chat, though the time difference would be hard. And he requested that you write letters too, so he could have a physical piece of you other than a scrunchie and keychain. To have your handwriting, to smother himself in the paper doused in your perfume, to see the care you took into writing each careful word. To kiss the blurry ink stains and watermarks, evidence of your tears. Evidence of how much you cared for him. He was a romantic, like that.

You suddenly shifted, moaning lowly. Your fists curled tightly into his chest, holding him fast by the shirt. He chuckled as he kissed your head, then your scrunched-up nose. Even in your sleep trying to convince him to stay.

As the soft light streamed through your curtain, it crossed over your head to make a halo. He couldn’t look at you hard enough, although he had already memorized every detail, he wished he could wash his eyes and look at you anew. You were beautiful, so sweet, and his, his little angel. Did you have wings buried beneath his shirt you wore?

His phone buzzed on the nightstand, lighting up the picture of you with the alarm. He sighed as the clock ticked into place, reluctant to let go of you to shut it off. But with you laying on top of him, he could reach it, grabbing the phone and turning the alarm off. He didn’t want you to wake while he was still there. You two had cried enough the night before, and he knew for a fact that if you accompanied him to the airport and looked at him like that, he would not get on the plane. It was better for you both if you stayed asleep, so he could grieve and you could keep dreaming of him.

That way, you wouldn’t actually have to say goodbye.

He slowly eased you off him, wincing at the whine that left your lips at the lack of warmth. He tugged off the shirt you so desperately clung to and left it in your arms, smiling when you immediately cuddled it. You were such a cute thing, laying against the mattress and sleeping softly. His own special fleur, pressed into the pages of the most beautiful book, preserved for him to keep and read for the rest of time.

As he slowly gathered his things, treading lightly lest you wake. His hands shook with dread as he packed up his final things, stowing away a few of your trinkets--a hair tie, clips, a plushie--in his bag. He found your pink pastel sweatshirt, the one you wore when you first met. Tears bubbled at his lashline, and, in an honest trade for his two shirts, added it to the collection.

Finally, it was time. His legs felt like jelly as they carried him towards you, a hammer pummeling his aching heart. Mon Dieu, how he didn’t want to leave you. He would have given up his whole family fortune to never say goodbye to you again. But there was a world outside the two of you, even though you were the sun of which he revolved around.

He bent to place a chaste kiss on your lips. Even as his body longed for more, he restrained himself, focusing on the way your breath melted against his, how your body responded so sweetly with the whimper. Remembering the imprint of yours against his, how you tasted, how you felt. He rested his palm against the pink flush of your cheek. Then he kissed your forehead, bade you a wonderful summer, and walked out the door.

One last kiss for his little fleur.

He whispered a prayer as he descended the stairs: May you not be so heartbroken when you wake.

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[whaddupbaby-deactivated20231124]

Hisoka

This is defiantly gonna cause me to get attacked but whatever. I don't give a shit if you hate Hisoka, but don't talk smack about him plz.

Let me just clear a few things up because it seems everyone is caught up on him being a "pedophile". He got turned on by gon yes, but not by gon, it was his strength k? Yes I know that is still technically pedophilia, however it was only that time, and I would love it if you stopped making that ONE moment he got turned on BY STRENGTH his whole personality.

He had one other pedophilic moment and people twisted into him being a complete pedo so let me explain. When he was walking behind Gon and Killua and staring at there asses it was obviously to make them uncomfy, I mean its Hisoka, he is a masosadist and loves seeing people squirm, also because he is a leader, not a follower.

Another thing, when he asked Illumi if he could kill Killua, every one of the haters saw his hand and said it was a sex symbol type of thing. K well here's the thing, if you actually pay attention and not immediately assume everything about him, he did that to make Illumi incredibly angry so Killua could sense Illumi's bloodlust and get to gon faster, and he literally admitted to himself that he didnt want his unripe fruit to die. Thats why Illumi asked Hisoka if he did that on purpose. It wasn't because he is a "pedophile" its because he cares about gon just as much as Killua, just not in the same way-

Also there is one more thing I see frequently with Hisoka's haters. When he calls Gon his unripe fruit it doesn't have anything to do with Hisoka having a couple pedophilic moments, what Hisoka means by Unripe fruit is Gon is not as strong as Hisoka would like him to be, because again if you paid attention, Hisoka spotted a strength in Gon, and now wants Gon to get stronger so Hisoka can fight him properly, which is the same reason he joined the phantom troupe but to the haters that isn't a valid argument. K sorry but its the truth and it is very fucking obvious

Oh yeah I forgot to mention this, most of the reason he got turned on by Gon in season 1 is because he saw how strong he is and Hisoka imagined how strong he could get. We all know Hisoka gets turned on by fighting someone stronger or just as strong as him, so when he got turned on it was mainly because he was imagining Gon becoming way stronger and Hisoka being able to fight to the death. Which is again, why he joined the phantom troupe so he could fight Chrollo

Also Hisoka helped Gon and Killua a lot through the series even not directly, like Gon wouldn't have learned nen as soon as he did if he didn't meet Hisoka, and he helped in greed island, and everyone is acting like his help doesn't exist. HunterxHunter wouldn't be HunterxHunter without Hisoka so stop treating him like fucking shit.

[justawriterbeinglonley]

Every Year I Will

Author: @justawriterbeinglonley

Characters: Tamaki Suoh x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Notes: it's pretty much all fluff until the very end.

Summary: He promised to do it every year, all month long, and he held onto that promise.

"Your birthday is in almost a month, my darling!" Tamaki cheered happily as he walked into your bedroom.

"Mhm," you hummed, not looking up from your homework.

"Be excited, my love! Your all-bout-you-day is coming," he sang out as he pushed your work aside and tackled you.

"My birthday doesn't excite me any more, baby," you said. Tamaki currently had you pinned to the bed, his face hovering a few inches above yours. Your hands rested gently on his cheeks.

"How can that be?! It's a day for you. It's all about you. We should be planning celebrations right now! Ya know we could use my dinning hall in my home for a dinner and party and I could hire your favorite place to cater, and we could decorate..." Tamaki rambled on and on about what the two of you could do for your party. He sat up and gestured around your bedroom to show where things would be set up, and all the decorations he would put.

His lively nature never failed to make you smile. The two of you had been together for only a few months but you felt as if the love in your heart has been growing for years. The excitement in his bright violet eyes and the smile upon his face made your heart swell. Golden sun light from your window illuminated his blonde hair and you swore you could see a glimmer of a halo resting above his head.

Peace swarmed your heart as you laid and listened to Tamaki. You've finally found your person. You've found your happiness, your guidance, your protector. Tamaki was your guardian angel.

"Your staring, love. Are you even listening to me?" Tamaki questioned as he leaned down into your face.

"Nope. And I'm not staring, my prince. I'm purely admiring true beauty," you smiled before placing a soft kiss upon the tip of Tamaki's nose.

You watched his face turn bright red before he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

"Prince/Princess," he groaned. He said something else but his position hindered you from making out the words.

"I'm sorry but it's true. Nothing is more beautiful then the prince in my arms," you smiled. Your hand massaged his scalp as your other softly grazed his back.

He groaned out your name as he dramatically rolled away from you.

"My love, you can't say such things to me!" He exclaimed.

"Oh, my darling boy. You spend your day complimenting others. You deserve every sweet word thrown you way," you smiled.

"Y/N, stop getting me off track. We have to discuss what to do for your birthday!" Tamaki rolled over and jumped back ontop of you. He rolled the two of you over until you were straddling his waist and looking down at him. His hands found their way under your shirt to rest upon the skin of the sides of your torso.

"Let's throw a big party," he smiles.

"I don't like parties," you lay your hands gently ontop his as his thumbs circle your skin.

Tamaki's voice grows soft. "Why do you not like your birthday? I've been trying to talk to you about your birthday for awhile and you keep shooting me down. Why?"

You sigh before leaning down and resting your head on Tamaki's chest.

"My birthday has never been treated like it was special. It's never really been about me. Sure, my parents always give me gifts, and a few people say happy birthday, but no one ever seems to really care. I just kinda ignore it now because it doesn't really feel special."

Tamaki hugged you tight and kissed the top of your head. "Well, with you as my prince/princess I shall make your birthday special. You deserve a whole day dedicated to you. This is the one day it should be all about you and you deserve that love. I'm gonna make your birthday the best day ever!"

"Your too sweet, baby," you smiled as you raise your head above his.

"To make it extra special, we should celebrate for a whole month before your special day! Then, on your birthday, we have the biggest, most amazing party ever!" Tamaki shouted as he sat up with you still on his lap.

"Oh no, Tamaki. That isn't nessacary," you shook your head.

"I'm gonna go start planning right now!" Tamaki shouted as he jumped out of your bed and ran out of your room. You listened as his footsteps quickly quieted, and then you heard your front door open and close.

You shook your head smiling. You truly were the luckiest prince/princess in the world.

~

The next few days that went by were fairly normal. You went through school, visited Tamaki at the host club, did your extracurriculars and so on. Tamaki did not bring up your birthday at all.

One morning when you went into your first class, a flower and a note sat on your desk. You walked over and picked up the flower. Placed between your finger tips, you spun it slowly. It was a beautiful red carnation and you knew exactly who had given it to you. Gently you placed the flower back on your desk and picked up the note.

It read:

To my beloved darling, I present this red carnation. This flower symbolizes my everlasting sincere love and admiration for you. Happy first day of your birthday celebration

~your prince ♡

You smiled widely at the sweet and simple gift. You felt your heart flutter in your chest a small bit. You didn't think that he would go through with his month long celebration idea, but the fact that he did didn't surprise you in the slightest. The bell for class rung so you and a few others scattered along the room hopped into your seats. You tucked the card away in a safe place and stuck the flower at the top of your back pack.

You carried your carnation throughout the day and during class you let it rest on top of your bag. Once at lunch, after you had grabbed your food and sat down at a table, Tamaki took his usual spot next to you. He smiled at you as he greeted you.

"I see you've gotten my gift," he smiled while gesturing to your flower.

You giggled before saying," I did. Thank you so much. I really appreciate it." You planted a small kiss on his cheek and a slight blush appeared on his face.

"Your very welcome, my darling. I'm glad you liked it. I can't wait for you to see what else I have for you," his violet eyes glimmered with love as he looked at you.

"Tamaki why must you set such high expectations?" You giggled. "Especially when you more than likely won't ever do this again."

Tamaki took your hands in his and planted a soft kiss upon each one. "I promise to you that from here on out every year I will give you an entire month to celebrate the day that brought the most amazing person into this world."

You blushed fiercely at his words. "You promise?"

"Pinky promise," he said as he raised his pinky to you.

You smiled widely and hooked your finger with his and sealed your deal with a kiss.

For the next 29 days Tamaki showered you with gifts and handwritten letters. Each gift had some special reasoning as to why he gave it to you. There were flowers and crystals with different meanings, tons of jewlery he got special made for you, lots of snack that you loved, and so on. Tamaki had told you not to worry about your party. He made to sure to arrange everything, but of course not without asking your approval on many things.

Your 30th small gift from him was nice outfit and a small note that read:

This is for the party, dear. I can't wait to see you in it.

~your prince ♡

That next day you came home from school and immediately started to get ready for your party. You did your hair in Tamaki's favorite style, put your outfit on, and decorated the look with jewlery from your past 30 days. After a few hours you stood in your full length mirror and looked at yourself. You admired how your outfit fit you. You admired the sentimental value of each piece of jewlery and how well it complimented you.

Tamaki had walked into your room and was admiring you from afar. His heart swelled with the utmost joy and love. You were his favorite person in the whole world and to see you happy and enjoying your birthday made him more happy then he could ever explain.

Slowly he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "You look absolutely divine, my darling. I can't wait to spend tonight with you."

"I can't wait to spend tonight with you too," you smiled as you turned in his arms. "Thank you for everything, Tamaki. I can't begin to express how much I appreciate all of this. How can I repay you?"

"Repay?" Tamaki asked bewildered. "Y/N you don't have to repay me. I do this because I love and care for you. You deserve this. Let me spoil you."

"Only if you let me spoil you for your birthday," your smirked.

"I'd love to be spoiled by you, my prince/princess. Now, let us be off to your party," he exclaimed before giving you a quick kiss.

"Just promise me one thing," you said, gently placing you hands on his cheeks. "Promise me that you'll love me forever and never stop doing things like this."

"I shall never stop loving you for the rest of our lives, and I will continue this every year. You deserve to be treated like the prince/princess you are."

"Every year?" You asked quietly.

"Every year I will-"

You cut him off with a deep kiss. Your hands rest upon his face as his gripped your waist. You sealed off his promise before heading out to your party.

~~

It was a beautiful day outside. The sky was a bright blue and there was no cloud to be seen. The wind was present but very calm. Birds chirpped in the background.

Tamaki walked over to you carrying his bag in his hands. He stalled for a second looking down at you before he sat down and placed his bag in front of him.

"Hi, darling," he spoke. "I miss you. Quite alot actually. It's been rough without you here, even after all this time. I almost didn't come today cause I didn't know if I could handle it, but I made a promise, and that promise must be honored. "

Tamaki opened his bag and took out a box, his note, and his gift. "Happy first day of your birthday celebration."

Tamaki opened the box and set the birthday note inside among the many others that you had collected over the years. He originally would start these days by reading off his notes, but eventually it became too much for him, so it would go straight to the box.

He set the box down, and picked up his gift. "I present to you," his voice cracked as he spoke. He stopped a moment and took a deep breath before continuing. " I present to you a red carnation to symbolize my everlasting sincere love and admiration for you."

Tears streamed down his cheeks silently as he placed the flower down next to the box. There he sat listening to the birds chirp happily. The wind blew softly and the sun continued to shine. He missed being able to sit with you in moments like this. They had always been your favorite. Nice and silent atmosphere, just basking in the presence of eachother. Tamaki didn't know how long he sat there, but eventually he decided it was time to leave. He still had 30 more days to come and see you, so he figured he shouldn't spend too long now.

He placed the box back in his bag and picked up the carnation. Softly, he placed it next to your gravestone.

"Every year I will continue to honor my promise."

Silently he walked away. Images of your face displaying in his mind. He remembered how you would insist that he was your guardian angel, but now he realizes that you were the true guardian angel.

Once more he spoke,

"Every year I will"

[justawriterbeinglonley]

Currently Un-named Story masterlist

Chapter 1: A New Job

Chapter 2: Coming soon :)

[yourmothercalledmedaddy-deactiv]

Chrollo having an identity crisis as he often does, and you cupping his cheeks in your hands to make him look at you but also to help him focus on your words: "I can't begin to imagine how confusing and frustrating it must be... But there's one thing about yourself you should be sure when all else is uncertain: you're mine." He'd huff out softly: "flaws and all?" But he'd be calmed with a kiss against his squeezed-shut eyelids: "flaws and all."

[storiesandfanficsgalore]

I Think I love You (Chrollo x Reader)

A/N: Sorry about all these author notes, I guess they’re getting annoying after some point, but I just wanted to thank anybody who reads these! I know they’re not the most spectacular pieces, but I’m still learning and I’m really having fun with this. Anyways, this is my first Chrollo fanfic I’m going to be doing, so we’ll se how it goes!

I also have a Spanish exam tomorrow, so this one will be on the shorter side 

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You stared out the glass panes, admiring the different lights created by the multicolor windows.

Each intricate design was lovely in their own ways, and you could never settle on one specific one that immediately caught your eyes. They were all too magnificent.

“Are you lost in thought?” Chrollo asked from behind you, startling you for a second. While you knew he was there, he had been silent the entire time.

“I like those colors.” You pointed at the different hues of red and blue formed on the ground; earning his attention.

“Really?” It was more of a statement than a question, as he himself seemed to really only notice the patterns up until now.

“Yes, really.” With most of the people either out on their own missions, or out doing their own mischief, you and him had been alone for the first time in a very long while.

Overdue, you could say.

“They’re fine, in my opinion. There are much more prepossessing things in the world.” He put his book down and walked over to where you were sitting.

The broken down church didn’t offer to many things, but you took comfort in things such as this.

“Oh?” You looked up, straining your neck to be able to see his full height. He towered over you, especially when you were sitting and him standing.

“Care to offer any examples?” You nudged him a little with your shoe and he gave you a small smile. One to precious to ever forget.

You noted that his smile alone could outdo any sort of beauty you had ever seen, easily.

“Well, let me think,” He looked around, picking up every little detail he could, and stopped on you, “For starters I’d like to say your eyes are quite the color.” You chuckled a little and pushed back a piece of stray hair, a poor attempt at hiding your small blush.

“Your blush is another thing I’d like to add,” He stated, clearly after seeing your flushed face.

“I think you as a whole could outshine anything the universe has to offer.” He crouched down so that he sat relatively close to you.

“You flatter me.” He inched closer, allowing your thighs to barely touch.

“I only tell you the truth, Y/n.” You leaned your head on his shoulder so he couldn’t see any more of your embarrassment, his words to soft for somebody of his nature.

It was a rare thing for just the two of you to be alone like this, and whenever you were, he never proved to make you feel all giddy.

“Y/n?” He asked, after you two spent some moments basking in the calmness around you.

“Yes?” You angled you head so that you could see a bit more of his face, his nose and eyelashes coming into view.

“I think I love you.” He didn’t turn or switch any facial expression, his tone the same as before. You knew not to press on it too much, but you still couldn’t help but feel like you always did when he said things like this.

“Good. Because I think I love you too.” You saw him flash you another smile as he gently kissed your forehead.

“Then I guess that makes us two fools in love.” He rested his head on top of yours, feeling the same way you were despite not having to say everything out loud.

“I guess it does.”

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DEAN WINCHESTER IN 15.19 INHERIT THE EARTH

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PSA: Please teach your partner how to choke properly if you’re into that kind of thing.

The point of choking is not to crush the oesophagus, but rather to put light pressure on the carotid arteries to stop oxygen circulation to the brain. So tops, please create a V shape with your hands, which allows the fleshy part of the palm to rest against the oesophagus without causing any obstruction to the windpipe, and press down on the arteries. It’s not about stopping your bottom from breathing completely, but making them lightheaded.

This is very, very important!

Also, please don’t attempt any choking whilst under the influence because your better judgement may be impaired and you can cause some serious damage.

Choking is serious business, if you’re going to engage in it, please be sure to practise it properly and in a safe manner!

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Important read.

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Bleeding out - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Bleeding out

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Hello, Could I, if possible, a Dean xReader? Where R has a wound & doesn’t feel that well, but dean is way too stressed with other things to notice and kind of gets angry with the R and at some point he notice a small amount of Blood on their bed (The blood is from R’s skin scratching.Does that makes sense?) and then some crying and fluff at the end? Though only if possible! 

You knew him better than the back of your hand, and you could read him even more easily. You didn’t to look him in the eyes, you didn’t need him to say a word for you to understand. You didn’t need any of it. His body language was enough.

His back was tense and hands in fists, muscles barely shifting because of how stiff he remained, to the point you could actually recount with precision the few moves – most of which were twitches and flinching – they had made in all the hours it had taken to get out of the warehouse, back in the car and shortly afterwards in the bunker. You didn’t need to look at his face to know what kind of expression he had on. But even more you didn’t need to look at his face because you knew you couldn’t. You couldn’t stand it, you couldn’t take it and you wouldn’t be able to. Not only because you feared how you might break on the inside when you saw the expression on his face too, his pain always ended up hurting you the most, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide such pain. But also because you didn’t need to add any more to it than necessary.

He didn’t need you to add to his worries, not when it was in your opinion something so insignificant compared to what had just happened. He would carry the burden of those kids dying on his shoulders, just like he did every time he lost someone, with him for months if not forever. You couldn’t bring yourself to add more to that guilt by making him also feel responsible you had gotten injured. It wasn’t that bad, you had taken worse, but Dean loved you that much that while blaming himself for it he would make a big deal out of it.

By choosing to linger back, you were sparing the both of you the extra pain.

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Sam Winchester