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I am also working on a Bonten x Daughter! Reader fic! Here is the link for the master list! I am accepting requests for this! I started writing for it a bit ago but I am working on it! (Slowly).
Currently obsessing over!: Demon Slayer & Twilight
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(This will me a misspelling and typo blog I'm sorry I"m so lazy I will probably never proof read my work)
omg awhile ago u wrote the hxh drabble about young!gothic! reader and ommgg i loved it do u think you could do the same thing but with the phantom troupe/adult trio?? 🩷🩷
of course!!! i hope you enjoy, thank u for requesting 🩷🩷 also here’s the link to the hcs u mentioned if anyone wants to find the reference: https://www.tumblr.com/dioslesbianwife/781133252914200576/helloo-its-me-again-im-so-happy-you-back-with?source=share
Chrollo
Chrollo treats you like a living artifact at first, something rare, fragile, and deeply fascinating. He listens more than he speaks, observing the way you phrase sentences like you stepped out of a 19th-century novel, how you bow your head slightly when spoken to, how you thank people for things they didn’t realize they gave you.
Once he understands your Nen, his interest sharpens, but not cruelly. He asks careful questions about your abilities, your mother, the dead you see. Never prying, never rushing. He is one of the few who notices how lonely you are without you ever saying it.
He makes space for you. Literally. A seat beside him during planning. A book placed in your hands without comment. He doesn’t touch you often, but when he does, it’s grounding, hand on your shoulder, guiding you forward. You feel safe around him in a way you don’t yet have language for.
Chrollo quietly ensures no one in the Troupe treats you as a tool. You are not a weapon. You are not a resource. You are under his protection, and everyone understands what that means.
Pakunoda
Pakunoda realizes almost immediately how little affection you’ve had.
She’s gentle in a way that surprises even herself. When you stand too stiffly, unsure where to put your hands, she guides you without making a show of it. When you ask strange, morbid questions in that calm, polite voice, she answers honestly instead of brushing you off.
She never reads your memories without consent. Ever. Instead, she listens when you talk about the dead you see clinging to walls and hallways like fog.
You like sitting near her. She’s warm. Solid. When she rests a hand on your back, it’s reassuring, and you lean into it before you even realize you’ve done so. She doesn’t pull away.
Pakunoda is one of the first to realize you’re a child who wants affection but doesn’t know how to ask. So she gives it freely, quietly, without strings.
Feitan
Feitan finds you unsettling.
Which actually means he likes you.
You don’t think he’s weird. That alone throws him off. You look at him with calm curiosity, occasionally tilting your head and commenting, very politely, on the “residual anguish clinging to him like smoke.”
He pretends not to hear you.
But when you tell him the dead around him are loud, he goes slightly still.
Feitan never touches you without permission. But he stands close when things get dangerous. He doesn’t explain himself. He just… stays.
If someone snaps at you for being strange, Feitan is the one who steps in. Not verbally. Just presence. The threat is implied.
You think he’s fascinating. He thinks you’re fascinating. It works.
Uvogin
Uvogin immediately decides you’re “tiny and weird” and therefore his responsibility.
He crouches down to your height when talking to you, booming voice softening without him realizing it. He laughs loudly at your morbid observations, claps you on the shoulder a bit too hard, then apologizes when you wobble.
He’s very careful around you in fights. Overprotective, even. If something so much as looks like it might hurt you, he’s already moving.
You like sitting on his shoulders because it makes you feel tall and alive and seen. He brags about you like you’re a rare treasure.
“Kid sees ghosts. Coolest shit ever.”
Phinks
Phinks doesn’t get you at first. You’re too quiet. Too polite. Too… corpse-adjacent.
But then you start asking him questions. Endless ones. About the outside world. About people. About feelings. And he realizes, oh. You’re not creepy. You’re curious.
He answers bluntly, sometimes badly, but honestly. You absorb everything like a sponge.
Phinks becomes the one who explains “normal” social stuff to you in the most unfiltered way possible. You trust him because he doesn’t sugarcoat things.
If someone makes you uncomfortable, Phinks notices immediately. He doesn’t ask. He just removes the problem.
Nobunaga
Nobunaga is very gentle with you.
He likes that you sit quietly near him, watching, listening. He likes that you bow when thanking him. He likes that you call him “sir” until he awkwardly asks you not to.
He teaches you simple things, how to hold a weapon safely, how to stand your ground, how to listen to your instincts. He never pushes you to fight.
When you talk about your mother, he listens with a solemn intensity, sword resting across his knees. You feel like you’re being taken seriously for the first time.
Machi
Machi treats you like something delicate but not fragile.
She fixes your clothes when they’re torn, rebraids your hair when it comes undone, adjusts your posture with quiet efficiency. Her touch is precise, careful.
You’re fascinated by her Nen threads. She’s mildly alarmed when you mention the dead like them too.
If you’re hurt, Machi is there immediately. No fuss. No panic. Just competence. You trust her implicitly.
Franklin
Franklin is a wall. A shield. A constant.
You sit near him when you feel overwhelmed. He doesn’t speak much, but his presence is grounding. The dead around him are quiet, you note. That makes him safe.
He’s the one who wordlessly places a coat over your shoulders when it’s cold.
Kortopi
Kortopi likes you because you don’t demand conversation.
You sit together in comfortable silence. Sometimes you ask to see him copy things, candles, dolls, old furniture, and you thank him profusely every time.
He gives you small copied objects to keep. You treasure them like relics.
Bonolenov
Bonolenov respects you deeply.
You understand rituals. Death. Silence. He sees it in the way you move, the way you listen to unseen things.
You sit with him during his meditations. The dead are calm around him, you say. He takes that as a great honor.
Shizuku
Shizuku is unintentionally one of the safest people for you to cling to, because she never treats your necromancy like a big deal. You’ll casually mention that a ghost is sitting on the ceiling, and she’ll just go, “Oh. Tell them to move if they drip,” without missing a beat.
She treats you like a younger sibling she forgets she has, until she remembers, then she’s fiercely protective.
She lets you hold Blinky (supervised). You like her because she doesn’t think you’re strange. Just “a little spooky.”
At night, when you can’t sleep because the dead are loud, Shizuku lets you sit beside her in silence. Sometimes she hums under her breath, tuneless but steady.
Shalnark
Shalnark is fascinated by you, but in a careful way. He clocks your social awkwardness almost immediately and quietly takes it upon himself to help.
He explains things gently. Why people laugh. Why certain questions make others uncomfortable. Why touching someone without warning can scare them, even if you don’t mean harm. He never makes you feel stupid for not knowing.
When you talk about the dead, Shalnark listens with genuine curiosity. He asks about your Nen like it’s a puzzle, then switches gears entirely when he notices you getting overwhelmed. He’s good at redirecting, grounding you.
He’s the one who teaches you how to interact with people your age. Social rules. Smiling. Jokes. You practice with him.
Illumi
Illumi understands, on some level, what it is to be shaped into something unnatural.
He finds you unsettling in a way that interests him. He studies you with an unreadable gaze, not predatory, but analytical. You were born dead and brought back wrong. He was born alive and carved into a weapon. The parallels are not lost on him.
You can see things he can’t. That bothers him. He watches you closely, thinking.
Still, he never harms you. Never threatens. You are under Chrollo’s protection, yes, but also… Illumi recognizes something unnatural in you. Something that should not be touched.
You’re unfailingly polite to him. Bowing slightly. Addressing him carefully. He seems to approve.
Hisoka
Hisoka is the most dangerous one for you to be around, and the Troupe knows it.
He’s intrigued by your Nen, your origin, your morbid curiosity. But every single time he steps too close, someone intervenes.
You sense something wrong around him, not like the dead, but like hunger. It makes the ghosts cling closer to you when he’s near.
Chrollo watches him carefully. So does Machi.
You don’t notice most of it. You just know that conversations with Hisoka are always brief, always supervised, and never private. Some instincts don’t need to be explained to you. You avoid him without knowing why.
Killua truly is the character of all time. He spend millions on chocolate. He is immune to poison. The front gate of his house is a tourist spot . He is an overthinker prone to anxiety. He has a kill count high enough to call a mass murder an 'amateur'. He has infinite money. He has no goals. He likes gambling and is a great liar. When he walks, he makes no sound. He cried in secret about the possibility of losing his best friend at least three times. He fights barehands and when he couldn't use his hands he casually revealed he has two 50kg yo-yo in his pockets. His abusive family used life long gaslighting and magical mind manipulation to convince him that he would kill his best friend and he proceeded to fall in love with said friend and break out of his family influence from sheer devotion. He needs to electrocute himself to power up. He loves his op ostricized trans little sister. He changes clothes all the time. He is extremelly powerful and smart and he knows it. He is a sore loser. If he has no use to his loved ones he feels worthless. He is a middle child. He loves so deeply it hurts him. He is soooo rude. He is so sweet. He sees himself as an equal to his bestie while simultaneusly worshiping him. He nearly dies in a dart game. He is 12 years old.
I love to watch movies and show! I watch lots of "nerdy" things like superhero movies and anime!
Some of my favorite movies are: Avengers Civil War, Twilight, Ferris Buellers Day Off, K-pop Demon Hunters, Spiderman Across The Spider-verse, Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban, Mulan, The Winter Solider, and The Avengers!
Some of my favorite shows are: Stranger Things, School Spirits, Timeless, Wednesday, and Avatar The Last Airbender!
Some of my favorite anime are: Tokyo Revengers, Windbreaker, Gatchiakuta, Buddy Daddies, Death Parade, Jujitsu Kaisen, Hunter x Hunter, and Demon Slayer (I am currently watching!)!
I also do enjoy to read! I do it as often as I'd like, but I would like to do it more often!
Some of my favorite books are: Once Upon A Broken Heart, A Good Girls Guide To Murder, The Cruel Prince, and The Glass Spare!
I also LOVE to listen to music! It's practically my entire life! I enjoy K-pop, Riot Grrrl, Soft Pop, R&b, Punk, and Musicals!
Some of my favorite artists are: Enhypen, Cortis, Taylor Swift, Stray Kids, P1harmony, Illit, Twice, Sabrina Carpenter, Dazey and the scouts, Bratmobile, Mitski, Laufey, Destiny's Childs, Doll Riot, Ariana Grande, Babymosnter, and Blackpink
(I could possiblly pick favorite songs)
So yeah that is a little bit about me! I didn't want to write too much but I did want to put my interests out there!
heyyyyyy. I really just want some zanka, enjin , rudo, and jabber x spherite reader. Like she of gender netural reader fell like hiw rufo did. Tyyyy.
hello hello helellooooo sorry for taking so long to get to this :,) i hope you still want this uhh
and apologies its short and kind of bad its 12am and i rushed and im so tiered
can be interpreted as romantic or platonic and gender neutral reader
ZANKA
When Zanka first met you, he feared you’d be another Rudo. Another grubby, ill-mannered, loudmouthed brat who doesn't know anything.
But, he ended up wrong. You ended up being quite nice company, as much as he wouldn't ever admit it, not even to himself. He had a reputation to keep up!
As the two of you hung out more and more, he found himself thinking of you as a friend. Although, there were times he would question if it was really friendship or something else.
Enjin
Enjin didn't care. Nope. Not at all. But what was it like living there? How's the atmosphere? And the people that live there? And what about the reason you came down here?
He cares. He never really tried to ask Rudo much questions because Rudo is a young boy who's got a bad temper, nor did he want to overstep any boundaries.
With you, though, Enjin felt like you two could have actual fun conversations that isn't either bickering or calming you.
Enjin would also honestly not be too concerned about where you come from. What matters is if you’re bad or not.
Rudo
Another Spherite!? How had he not met you, though? Hmm, maybe you were one of the rich ones.
Rudo would probably try to attack you at first, out of fear that you would be like the other Spherites. He learns that you're not and reluctantly says sorry while looking away from you.
I think Rudo would be a bit apprehensive to another Spherite but eventually he learns to trust you and love you, too!
Jabber
Uh oh stinker alert
Jabber would be extremely interested. Sure, he's met Rudo, but you're actually willing to talk to him! Usually people beat him up for even nearing them
He asks and asks and asks questions and barely lets you answer. He follows you around like a dog wondering if your mannerisms are different because of your birthplace and watches you closely. Do you use forks differently? Do you have different traditions? Do you clean your teeth? How do you use the bathroom?
All in all, I think Jabber would be quite fascinated. And then forget or stop caring.
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sorry for any mistakes im on my phone and like i said this id rushed and im really tired
hope it was worth reading thoogugughh ^_^ more requests coming soon
Im sorry to anyonr whos reading my very little collection of works (if that even is anyone) I need to take a break. I mean I kinda already am on one but I know I promised work coming out consistantly but I havr like zero motivation and I cant writr I have a serious writers block. If I get insparation I'll write but for now im going in the dark.
Former sex worker: I have been arrested and prosecuted and now have a criminal record which greatly reduces my ability to get a non-sex work related job.
Prohibitionist: Yep, but it was to help you get out of the sex work. Now you can get “real” jobs working for minimum wage or less. We did good. Why aren’t you thanking me?
