Thinking about how utterly humiliating it'd be to be forced to ride your yandere-
Tw: non-con, dub-con, extreme feelings of guilt and shame, reader is an active participant in their own assault
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It's bad enough when he pins you down to whatever surface is nearby, taking whatever he wants from you, forcing you to take whatever he gives you. It's bad enough that you're helpless to his advances, that he can so easily overpower you, use you like his own personal toy. It's bad enough that he fucks you so good, hitting that spot that has you nearly screaming, keeping up the relentless pace until your legs shake, and making sure you always cum at least once, though he always always tries for more.
It's worse when he pulls you on top of him. At least when you're underneath him you can say it's not your fault, that you have no hand in what happens to you.
But now, as you straddle his waist, his cock buried deep inside you, he tells you to "ride me, come on, just the way you like it" you feel shame wash over you. He's your kidnapper, he took everything from you, and now he wants you to be an active participant in your torment. Everything in your rebels against the idea, tells you to fight it, to hold onto your pride at any and all costs. But it's not like you have a choice, you know what disobeying him means- you've faced too many punishments to risk another.
Shame eats at you as you begin to move, hesitant and humiliated, but unwilling to disobey. You rock your hips, trying not to shutter with every drag of his length along your walls. You're so wet for him and you know he can tell. You close your eyes, you don't want to see the way he's looking at you, can't bare to see the adoration in his eyes when you fuck yourself on his cock and he can't help but whisper that you're "such a good girl for me".
You hate that it feels good, that even your leisurely pace is making you bite back moans and fight the urge to ride him harder, to make yourself cum, and to feel him cum too. He grabs your hips, guiding you to pick up the pace a little, and you curse that he knows exactly what you like. He knows just how to guide your movements to make you tremble and whimper as he fucks you, he knows exactly what will have you moaning and gushing around him. He knows exactly how to make you his perfect little whore.
It's too much- the absolute misery of the situation is more than you can bear. You're riding your kidnapper, moaning and crying out for him, feeling your orgasm creep up on you too fast. It’s humiliating in a way that nothing else can compare to, nothing he’s ever done to you has been quite so potently horrid.
You can't tell if he's still forcing your hips into the rhythm or if you've given into it, can't really tell if he's thrusting up into you or if your just bouncing on his cock that hard- but you're so close, and he feels so good inside you, and you want to cum so bad. You should be fighting this, but you’re not. You’re rocking your hips against his and whining his name and begging for more.
"Gonna cum?" He asks, voice a little bit teasing but mostly breathless at the way you move above him and the way you feel around him. He tells you all the time that he loves you, that you belong to him, that he’d do anything to keep you all to himself. In moments like this, it’s easy to believe that. You nod, desperate for release. "Go on, then,” he encourages, moving his hips against yours to meet you halfway as you move.
You do- with a desperate cry of his name you feel your orgasm wash over you, crashing down on you and you can think of nothing else but his length filling you up, hitting so deep inside you and stretching you out so wide. It's so dirty; knowing you threw away all your morality and pride for this- you let yourself be used by man you should hate just so you could get off, you practically begged him for it.
Because no matter how your mind tries to convince itself this isn't what you want, your body knows this is exactly what you want.
what if the reader tries to escape Chrollo and gets caught and she fears punishment so she tries to seduce him?
Note: this was fun lol. This actually inspired me to write a fic for this too. It goes along with it. I'll be posting it separately since it's pretty long. :)
Chrollo doesn’t let go of his fascinations easily–antique books, Nen abilities, valuable artifacts, and even people—he likes to keep them close. Unfortunately for you, he’s very fascinated with you. You could run to the other side of the world, change your identity, start a whole new life, and he would still find you. He’s fucking relentless. Absolutely nothing can keep you safe from him. Call it love, call it obsession, call it whatever you want, it doesn’t make any difference when you’re trying to get away.
Predictably, your escape failed—and you’re fucking terrified of being punished. Understandably so, Chrollo can be fucking horrifying. But he’s never raised his voice or hand at you, ever. That's not his style. Still, it’s only natural to expect punishment when caught doing something wrong, even though right and wrong is somewhat subjective in this scenario.
I highly doubt Chrollo would be anything less than calm and composed when he catches you. He’s not the type of person to get emotional easily, even in the most unfavorable situations. His calm, charismatic, and methodical approach has always worked for him—why change now? Because he seems somewhat detached for the most part, I don’t think Chrollo would reveal anything he’s thinking or feeling when he confronts you. He wouldn’t be angry or raise his voice, and he definitely wouldn’t act impulsively or resort to physical violence.
The only thing Chrollo would intentionally reveal is his disappointment—with you and your futile attempt at escape. It wouldn’t be genuine, of course. He’s only doing it because he knows the effects it’ll have on you. Depending on the circumstances—his mood at the time, or whether you’ve tried to escape before—he might use subtle threats to make it crystal fucking clear that there’s no escaping him. He tries his best to avoid violence of any kind with you, it's not something he enjoys or feels is necessary. He’d rather hint at the consequences of your actions—not just for you, but for your friends, your family, and anyone involved in your escape.
Chrollo strikes me as the type who would rather make someone fear what could happen than actually carry out a punishment. He might feel like that method provides the best results? Less disobedience and more compliance, without completely breaking someone? Who knows.
Anywayssss. Your fear about being punished for trying to escape wouldn’t surprise Chrollo, he already expected that. But you trying to seduce him would be very surprising, he never expected that. He’d hide his surprise and confusion well, barely letting anything show—maybe just a brief change in his body language, but that's all. Considering the kind of man Chrollo is, he probably wouldn’t want you to know that you had actually managed to throw him off guard, and that definitely influenced his reaction.
I’d imagine that Chrollo’s feelings for you would also play a part in how he’d react to the situation. He is attracted to you, both physically and emotionally, and you trying to seduce him would really test his limits. In his mind, he might be imagining fucking you right then and there, thinking of all the things he could do to you. But he knows better than to act solely on feelings, and prides himself on self-control. During your time together, Chrollo made sure he never crossed any lines with you, understanding the importance of appearing gentlemanly, composed, and caring. He knew that making you feel uncomfortable—more than necessary—would do little good, so he carefully maintained his image. As selfish as it sounds, he did it for himself more than he did it for you.
Chrollo’s also very smart. It wouldn’t take long for him to realize that you’re probably only trying to seduce him so you can avoid being punished. He’s seen people do all sorts of things under the right amount of pressure, but this might be a first. The fact that you’d try to manipulate him—and in that specific way too—was amusing. But he wouldn’t stop you, no, he’d rather sit back and observe for a bit, probably contemplating how to deal with you.
If Chrollo does decide to ‘entertain’ your attempts of seduction, it's because he wants to, not because you succeeded in seducing him. Maybe he’d play along because he wants to see just how far you’d go? Maybe he’s been feeling a little pent up lately, and this is the perfect opportunity to satisfy his needs? Either way, Chrollo never does anything without a purpose.
In this case, Chrollo would use the situation as an opportunity to teach you a lesson. Don’t expect much leniency from him. Running away was a betrayal, and that’s not something he’ll forget, or forgive easily. Still, he can’t help but feel slightly impressed with how you handled the situation. He knows you’re scared, but instead of giving into your fear—like he would’ve expected—you made a cunning move, attempting to manipulate him. And it might have worked, too, if you weren’t trying to manipulate him. But that tiny bit of respect you managed to gain doesn’t mean you’re off the hook from being punished.
If Chrollo does decide to punish you, he wouldn’t be overly cruel with it. Fear can be a great motivator, but he wouldn’t overdo it. He doesn’t want to traumatize you, no, that would only cause more problems for him in the long run. Instead, he’d opt for something subtle and far more effective, something very intimate. Chrollo is no stranger to using unorthodox methods of punishment, and he wouldn’t hesitate in the slightest to employ them if they served his purpose.
Chrollo would intentionally draw out the situation, allowing you to touch and kiss him, while using that sweet voice of yours to whisper some cock-hardening words into his ear. He’d be patient and play along with your game—calmly responding to your advances with some of his own—making you think that you’re winning, but you’re not, and you never will.
He gives you just enough rope to hang yourself with. He’ll let you take the lead, at first. He’ll remain almost passive, his dark eyes tracking your every move, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. It’s a test. He’s giving you the rope, watching with detached curiosity to see how you’ll hang yourself with it.
As you're whispering all that filthy shit in his ear, pressing your body against his, he doesn’t just passively take it. He actively rewards you. He plays along. He doesn’t just passively let you grope him. That would be too obvious. Chrollo is a master of performance. He commits to the role.
As your hands tremble while unbuttoning his shirt, he’ll cover them with his own, steadying them. He’ll lean into your desperate kisses, meeting your frantic energy. It feels like acceptance, like he's being won over. He’ll let out a soft hum of approval, a low sound in his chest that vibrates against your lips, making you think, it’s actually working. He is doing the bare minimum to give you the maximum amount of false hope.
When you kiss his neck, a low groan rumbles in his chest. When your hand slips down to grope the front of his pants, his own hand comes up to grip your hip, pulling you closer. “Is this what you want?” he’ll murmur, voice like silk. “To be close to me like this?” He’s giving you positive reinforcement, at the bare min, meticulously crafting this illusion that you're actually getting to him. He wants you to feel like you’ve successfully manipulated Chrollo Lucilfer.
The flip. The goddamn switch. This is where it all changes. It happens when you’re at your most vulnerable—when he’s finally inside you, deep and warm. You’d be riding him, thinking you’ve won, that this is your escape from punishment—moaning his name, nails scratching down his chest, convinced your little seduction’s got him wrapped around your finger.
No big dramatic moment, just a shift in his grip, his fingers suddenly clamping down on your waist to pin you in place, halting your movements mid-thrust. He’ll hold you still, fully impaled on him. You’re balancing on the edge, pussy clenching around him, so fucking close, and he just... stops. His eyes meet yours, that calm detachment back in full force, a smirk curling his lips as he says, casual as anything, “you didn’t really think I’d let you off that easy, did you?”
“Did you really think this would work?” He’ll ask, his hips giving a single, slow, thrust that’s devoid of any genuine feeling. He’ll start to move again, but the rhythm is all wrong. It’s too fast, too shallow, or too brutally deep, designed for his pleasure and your discomfort. He’ll watch your face, your desperate expression, and his lips will curl into a mild smirk. “You ran from me,” he’ll whisper, each word punctuated by a rough shove of his hips, rolling into you.“You betrayed my trust.” Thrust. “And you thought you could fuck your way out of the consequences?” Thrust. “How naive.”
This is where the real cruelty comes in. He’s going to use your own body against you. He’ll fuck you—with his fingers, his mouth, his cock—and he will be an expert at it. He knows exactly how to drive you up, how to make your breath catch and your toes curl. He’ll pull out just enough to use his thumb to grind mercilessly against your clit while he fucks you. He’ll drive you to the absolute brink, your whole body convulsing, begging to come. You’ll be sobbing, pleading. And just as the wave is about to crash over you, he’ll stop everything. Completely. He’ll pull his thumb away, still his hips, and just hold you there, impaled and trembling, while the orgasm withers and dies inside you.
“Patience,” he’ll murmur, leaning down to kiss you sweetly, a horrifying contrast to the torment he’s forcing you to endure. He’ll do this over and over again. Bringing you to the brink, then snatching it away, until you’re sobbing, a desperate, incoherent mess, begging him to just let you come. He’ll let you recover for a moment before whispering, “let’s try that again,” and start the entire agonizing process over. Leaving you in a constant state of wired, overstimulated agony.
He overstimulates the fuck out of you after the edging, not letting up even when you finally cum, slamming into your oversensitive cunt until you’re writhing, tears streaming, body betraying you with orgasms that border on painful.
In the aftermath, Chrollo doesn’t gloat—he’s too composed for that shit. But the way he holds you close, stroking your hair while your body’s still twitching from the overload, it’s clear. This was his plan all along. You feared punishment, so he gave it to you wrapped in the sex you offered, ensuring you’ll think twice before trying to escape or seduce your way out again.
three powerful gang members decide to kidnap their rival’s wife as retaliation and she never wants to leave once they’re done.
word count: 2.4K
other themes 📝: black fem! reader (plus size), multiverse modern au, noncon turned consensual (idk if that’s a thing), implied trafficking/pimping, very rough sex, overstimulation, drugging, heavy language, slapping, name calling, degradation + praise, hair pulling, throat fucking, heavy squirting (mentions of piss play), choking, spanking, dacryphilia, spit play, slapping, heavy breeding
🎙️: this is a little rushed and I’m certain it won’t be seen but I just wanted to get smth out bc it’s 3 days into kinktober and I’m miserably behind. I’m new to writing gangbangs so forgive me if it’s not too good. There will probably be a longer version to this somewhere in the future but idk that depends.
the air surrounding you right now felt heavy ... .the atmosphere of the room was thick, dense and quite frankly, damn near inhospitable. Not exactly what you’d call an ideal hotel stay by any means. Of course, this wasn’t exactly your typical weekend getaway. No, rather than traipsing through the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton, sundress swaying as you walked arm in arm with your husband and a designer bag of your choosing on the other shoulder…..
“Look up at the camera, gorgeous. We wouldn’t want to miss that priceless shot.”
“You’re so pretty like this…being a dumb little whore suits you. I don’t know if I want to put you on the street or keep you for ourselves.”
“Are you kidding? There’s no way we’re letting any of those bastard Johns get this. That pussy’s way too good. She’s our now. Besides, something tells me she’s enjoying this waaay more than she’s letting on. Isn’t that right?”
instead, here you were…lying across the king bed of a deluxe suite. Stretched out, stuffed and filled to the brim with copious amounts of bodily fluids. Ones that didn’t belong to the man whose ring or last name you wore. They were the property of three complete and total strangers and apparently, now so were you. Your head was fuzzy, unable to make sense of anything that was happening. That body? Sore from head to toe and unbeknownst, covered in bruises…oddly enough, you felt quite inebriated as well, almost out of your mind…as if you had taken some sort of substance. Despite only having a cup of apple juice from the maitre’d just to rinse the tart taste of the complimentary pretzels from your mouth. It was shortly after that, you’d begin to feel lightheaded and eventually would black out. The next thing you know, you were lying in this bed, staring up at three men who looked more terrifying than any monster from a TV show. To say it was a rude awakening was certainly an understatement.
“Answer me, baby. I asked a question..don’t make me repeat myself, okay? I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
the first one, a guy with spiky blue, disheveled locks and a prominent ‘6’ with what looked to be teeth tattooed on his torso was the one speaking to you. His inked fingers would soon clasp your jaws and hold them in place as he shoved two of those digits down your throat, prompting you to gag a bit. Before you could even react, he’d follow it up with a couple heavy handed slaps to your chubby cheeks. Naturally, you’d whimper, twisting your head away as you begged him to stop. But he wasn’t listening, not even in the slightest.
“Aww…still pretending, I see. Don’t worry, baby. You’ll have plenty more time to break, we’re just getting started.”
because the truth of the matter was….there was a tinge of truth to his brash statement. Sure, once you were alert enough to see what was happening, you’d attest. Crying, kicking and flailing as you pleaded for these strangers to let you go. But once they began tearing those clothes off, pinning your limbs down and groping that body….your tune changed. Even if you didn’t want it to or even try. After all, it was the stuff of nightmares! Being taken captive by three guys who you stood no chance against, having their way with you. You’d attempt to inquire about why they were doing this but alas, you’d only receive an answer that confused you even more; courtesy of the black haired gentleman with a cross tattoo on his forehead. In the midst of being pounded from behind by his partner, he’d clutch the top of your head, making you fixate your teary eyed gaze solely on him and uttered: “…you’ll have to ask your husband about that, my dear. That’s if you ever see him again.”
Eventually, you’d find every one of your orifices and erogenous areas licked, fingered, stuffed and downright abused. One making you ride him whilst the other fucked your ass from behind. One making you jack him off, the other hollowing out your throat and the other bending your legs as far as they could reach and feeding you deep strokes.… no matter how loudly you screamed, how much you begged and how much you pushed away, there was no letting up.
“I’m so sorry…I don’t know what I did but please let me go.”
“I think you misunderstand, my love…this is all for your benefit. You deserve so much more than he could ever give you and we can change that.”
“Fucking hell, stop crying already…whiny bitch.”
“Nah, let her keep screaming and begging…shit turns me on.”
Your expression and words may have been one of a woman who was frightened and scared but your body harbored the truth. A woman who was sexually frustrated and needed release….a woman who was tired of the mundane, vanilla sex you’d grown accustomed to. The bored housewife of a neglectful husband who had often fantasized about these sorts of sick, depraved acts. It was exactly why you couldn’t stop coming every time one of these evil bastards thrashed their cocks around inside of you….the girths and sizes unlike any you’ve experienced in the past, and far larger than your husband’s. Why you couldn’t stop moaning every time one of them called you a good girl or said they were proud of you. Or even clenched around their shafts when they called you a filthy bitch or a slut, slapping you across the face like an object because something your brain truly craved that. But it was blatantly obvious that not only were they going to force you to make them fit but become acclimated to their shape. So as you lie there, covered in what was already an exorbitant amount of cum…
“…p—please..”
“Yes, darling? Please what?”
“Yeah, use those words, pretty girl. We’re waiting.”
you still wanted more! You craved more of this debaucherous treatment.
“Please don’t stop fucking me..use all of my holes.”
and in that moment, it was as if all of their ‘hard work’ had paid off. The dark haired man with the cross tattoo, who you’d come to know as Chrollo, ushered you off of your back and onto all fours. Waving you towards him with a finger, he’d cup your chin between your fingers and plant a sloppy kiss directly into your mouth. When he pulled back, you’d notice he was brandishing a small white tablet between his fingers and before you could even utter a word, he’d dispense it onto your tongue. “Here you go, darling. That should ease all of those worries. Now that pretty little head of yours is as good as blank.” The second it began coagulating with your saliva, it would stay to dissolve and in a few minutes, you’d feel the effects. With tears still staining your cheeks, you’d finally muster a smile for the first time in two hours. Still intoxicated, tongue dangling slightly from between those plump lips with all of your pretty makeup smeared. Those tight ringlet curls from your coily hair were in complete disarray and that gorgeous brown skin was marked with white and clear stains. Some were more prominent than others by this time.
“Fuck it, let’s put one in her ass too. Really make this little bitch lose her mind….she’ll be fucking us for the whole night.”
that raspy, wild voice and brash demeanor as you’d come to learn, belonged to a man they called Grimmjow or just Grimm as you’d heard him be referred to as both in this short span. He was certainly the most rough of the bunch but when he was pinning you down, burying that thick cock to the hilt…you’d never felt so alive! It was something about someone being forceful, telling you to ‘take their dick’ that just truly made you feral. Then there was the one currently mounting behind you…
“Hell yeah…I mean, she doesn’t look like she wants to leave anyways.”
reddish black hair, raspy voice, a plethora of tattoos running down his arms and chest and could eat pussy like his life was dependent upon it. His name? “Aye, Ryo. Here..” Grasping your hip, he’d do exactly as his friend instructed and spread your thick ass apart, spanking it with heavy handed slaps as he did so. Bending down to slop his tongue around your stretched and borderline prolapsed hole. “God, you opened up so nice…I knew you would.” Praising you as he unsealed the plastic baggie with another white tab inside to place into your anus. You had already begun to drool, eyes dilated and chest beginning to heave from the first one. His thumb pressing gently into it and eliciting a soft gasp and giggle from you in the process. All whilst teasing that head along your quivering slit. There was a slight smile on your face, a complete change from what was displayed earlier. In a matter of moments, you’d find your head tugged forward, a forceful hand on the small of your back and all three of them cornering in on you. Simultaneously, Ryo and Chrollo would glide between both sets of your lips with pure ease. It didn’t take long for you to become acclimated with their shapes and fits again.
“This look suit you much better, baby…being a drugged out little whore, taking dick from strangers. It’s like you were made for this.”
“Yes..God, you’re incredible, my love. Such a perfect little cocksleeve—gahh, that throat feels amazing.”
meanwhile, Grimm would stand stroking his own shaft at the sight of his friends using you for their own gratification. Gagging noises emitting from your mouth along with trails of saliva and creamy secretions dripping from that abused cunt. Both of those poor holes were twitching in reaction to the constant stimulation and now that the little pills had been absorbed into your bloodstream, all you could do was laugh. Begging them for more…almost numb to any pain or discomfort. Just riddled with pleasure and intoxication…their movements would quicken and Ryo was pounding you with hard, fast and extremely rough thrusts, practically jackhammering you. Meanwhile, Chrollo was bucking his hips upward to find home in your esophagus. Intermittently, they’d take turns, snatching your head around to spit between those jaws. All while slapping and berating you. It was gritty, nasty, a little violent and everything you needed.
“F-fuuuuck yessss! I need more..keep fucking me, just like this!”
cackling and moaning through gritted teeth as he gave you a few seconds of respite. Although the sight of you whimpering and scared was quite enjoyable for them, this side of you was far more entertaining!
“Hell yeah, now we’re talking…love when my women act like fucking sluts.” Grimm, who had been sitting patiently for his turn, would gently push Chrollo back in order to have his fill. “Open that mouth wide, you lil’ bitch…I wanna make you throw up on it.” Without so much as missing a beat, he’d grasp your head, forcing it down on that cock until your forehead nearly touched the base and demanded that you hold it there. For a moment, you couldn’t make a sound, seeing as how Ryo had ever so swiftly alternated holes. Burying himself to the hilt in that tight asshole. “Goddamn, you’re squeezing me..you must want my nut in your ass again.” Breaking out with a maniacal laugh, knowing that you were going to release an ear curdling scream when you regained your breath. Just as he promised, Grimm would laugh as he withdrew, and watched as your fluids spilled out onto his member. He seemed extremely satisfied to have all but made you vomit. Meanwhile, your pussy could not stop leaking from the impact and you felt as if it you were going to explode. That cervix was as good as bruised, if not damaged. You’d held off your husband for a long time when it came to kids and he had become frustrated in recent months. But now, you were filled with so many orgasms that it would be impossible to not be. That would be a conversation for another time…right now, you were focused on your own release.
“ ‘m gonna squirt….feel so full.” muttering out in a squeaky voice as you expressed that it felt as if something was pressing on your bladder.
“Damn, I’m surprised she has anything left in her…poor thing must be dehydrated at this point.”
Chrollo teased as he massaged himself, looking so sexy as he stroked himself. Ryo on the other hand, didn’t care!
“I don’t give a fuck if it’s squirt, piss..let it out. Come for me, bitch. Come for me with my dick in your ass.”
with that, you’d feel yourself come undone like an unraveling string and all you could do was remain frozen. He’d pound your hole for a few seconds more until he felt the wet stream of warm juices spilling out into the mattress..coagulating with the various other puddles you’d left behind. That head felt fuzzy and had gone so blank that it hadn’t even registered how loud you were screaming and moaning. Writhing around underneath his grasp and under their control. All three men would laugh at your reaction, watching you involuntarily flail from the sensation. Once you finished, Ryo would shoot yet another load into that anal cavity, grunting and leaving more brutal smacks on your already sore behind.
“Good job, my love. We’re so proud.”
“Yeah, that’s my beautiful little slut…”
“Such a nasty bitch, I love it.”
you were in for a long night and possibly….your future if they had anything to do with it!
Hii, i really like your content. I have a req. Can you do the phantom troupe including illumi and hisoka x reader who is a REALLY messy sleeper.
Like really messy, sometimes they activate there nen in there sleep, they even sometimes sleep walk. they can never stay still, always ending up on a complete different side of the bed or sprawled across on them. they are a big cuddler, often times either hugs a pillow tightly or them. kinda like how Naruto sleeps.
hi, ty! and sure, hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting <333
Chrollo
He tries to be unbothered. He really tries.
You wake up wrapped around him like a vine, arm under his shirt, leg over his hip, and your Nen has accidentally summoned like… some sort of ability.
Chrollo simply resumes stroking your hair like nothing happened.
Secretly finds your sleep-hugging adorable but would never say it. Keeps his arm around you protectively all night.
If you sleepwalk, he will calmly follow behind you like a babysitter.
Pakunoda
You slap her with a pillow in your sleep once and she just lies there with a hand over her eye like 😑.
She sleeps pretty light, so the first time you clung to her like a body pillow, she was stiff as hell- completely unused to being cuddled.
After a few nights though, she starts letting you wrap around her. She never asks for it, but she’ll rub your back gently when you latch onto her.
She’s absolutely fascinated by your unconscious use of Nen.
Nobunaga
You're flailing, kicking, and talking in your sleep while he’s trying to nap and he just sighs so loud like: “THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
You end up curled on top of him one night, drooling on his chest and muttering about pasta, and he lowkey melts a little.
He starts to get used to your chaos. “Tch…damn brat,” he mutters as he tucks a blanket over you and pats your head.
Will 100% tease you about it the next day in front of everyone. “She fights in her sleep harder than half you bastards do awake.”
Machi
Wakes up tangled in her own threads because your Nen activated mid-dream and she had to thread you down to the bed to keep you from flipping off the mattress.
Acts pissed. She's always acting pissed.
But she always ends up being the big spoon anyway because she knows you settle down when you’re being held.
Will knock you out with acupuncture points if you’re sleepwalking too far. Not malicious- just efficient.
Quietly likes how much you cling to her. Won’t say it out loud, but her fingers always stay curled around your sleeve while you sleep.
Shizuku
She sleeps like a corpse, so when you roll over and wrap around her like a heating pad, she doesn’t even move.
It’s actually kind of perfect. You wiggle around like crazy, but once you latch onto her, you stop.
Sometimes she wakes up with you full-body draped over her, snoring into her neck, and just blinks like “oh…okay.”
One time your Nen activated and destroyed a lamp across the room in your sleep and she didn’t even flinch. She just pulled the blanket over your head like “cozy time.”
Bonolenov
You accidentally elbow him in the chest and he just reverberates with a hollow “bong.”
You keep ending up tangled in his wrappings and muttering apologies.
He thinks you're fascinating. A human with chaotic, instinctual Nen? That’s beautiful to him.
He sleeps like a statue, but he’ll gently adjust your position if you look uncomfortable or are about to fall off the bed.
If you hug him, he holds you close and hums lowly. The sound calms you down- even mid-sleep.
Franklin
This man is a fortress. You roll into him mid-sleep and bounce off like a sack of potatoes.
If you somehow manage to crawl on top of him, he’ll just lay there and go back to sleep with a faint “mm.”
Your chaos does not faze him. You’re yelling in your sleep, gripping his arm like a lifeline, and he’s just snoring away.
He likes it though. It’s rare for him to be someone’s comfort object, and you make him feel safe in a weird way.
Kortopi
This poor creature is NOT used to sharing a bed.
The first time your Nen lashes out in your sleep he has a panic attack.
But you clutch him like a teddy bear and mutter something about his fluffy hair, and he just malfunctions like: “...ok 🧍♂️”
Eventually, he creates a copy of a pot or something to switch out with when he needs to go sleep in peace, but he always comes back to you in the morning.
Feitan
This little demon child kicks back if you hit him in your sleep. It becomes a nightly war zone.
“Tch. Move… again and I’ll cut your toes off.” (He will not. He lets you curl up beside him every night.)
One time you sleepwalk into his torture tools and he physically carries you back like a grumpy cat.
Secretly adores how warm you are. When you cling to him tightly, mumbling nonsense into his hoodie, he pulls you in tighter under the covers and watches you sleep with unsettling fondness.
Phinks
Gets mad every time you elbow him in the ribs, but still shows up to bed like clockwork.
“Sleep on your damn side- HEY! STOP MOVING!”
Deep down he finds your neediness cute. He starts sleeping with an arm already waiting so you can snuggle against his side.
He’ll grumble about it in front of the others, but if you stop cuddling him, he’s sulky and weird the whole next day.
Uvogin
You body slammed this man in your sleep and he thought it was hilarious.
“HAHAHA you’re like a little gremlin!” he says while holding you in a death grip so you don’t fall off again.
You flail all night and he just lies there like a brick wall. You can’t phase him.
You drool on his chest and he acts like he’s grossed out, but in reality he lets you use his arm as a pillow every night.
Shalnark
Thinks it’s the funniest, cutest thing ever.
“You almost punched me in the face last night- do you remember what you were dreaming about?”
Starts installing little gadgets around the room to track your sleep movements because he’s genuinely curious.
Loves when you wrap around him like a little baby koala. He starts sleeping shirtless so you’ll cling even tighter.
Sleep-talking? He records it and plays it back for fun, especially if you say something about loving him.
Illumi
Is genuinely baffled by your behavior. “Why are you not unconscious and still?” he asks while poking your cheek.
Tries to pin you down with needles once. You fling him across the room in your sleep.
He’s intrigued. He starts studying your sleep-Nen with clinical curiosity but eventually gets weirdly possessive over being your cuddle buddy.
You cling to him like a security blanket, and it makes his heartbeat flutter in a way he doesn’t understand. He likes it.
Hisoka
This man is horny about it. You cling to him in your sleep? He’s making the dirtiest comments in the morning.
“Mm, such a needy little thing, even while dreaming~ What exactly were you dreaming about, my dear?”
If your Nen lashes out, he’ll just giggle like it’s a fun game. You accidentally sock him in the jaw? He licks the blood and says, “Encore.”
LOVES that you cuddle him. He wraps himself around you like a spider, legs and arms everywhere. You can’t escape.
Sleeps like a weirdo octopus but it somehow calms your own chaotic sleep.
some Chrollo things i found/realized on my rewatch + reread of hxh
- he has REALLY bad posture. in the PT base during yorknew, when Chrollo is reading a book, he is literally hunched over and his back is at like a 45 degree angle🥺
- he’s very smug and cocky. after his fight against Zeno and Silva, he asks with a smirk to Zeno “if we were in a fight, who would win, you or me?” and chuckles knowingly when Zeno replies. during Chrollo vs Hisoka, Chrollo says that he is “100% sure that i am going to win”
- his personality switches depending on who he’s with. with the troupe, he’s logical and stoic—never losing his temper. when he’s with Hisoka, he’s much more relaxed and friendly + smiles much more often. when he’s with someone older, he’s respectful.
- he doesn’t seem to mind celebrations/parties. he’s seen drinking with the troupe in a manga panel after the auction.
- he seems very self aware of his handsome appearance, as he lured Neon in + most of the abilities in his book are from women.
- in terms of physical strength, Chrollo is 7th in the Troupe —above Bonolenov, Nobunaga, Shalnark, Pakunoda, Shizuku, and Kortopi, making him MUCH MUCH MUCH stronger than even superhumans such as Gon and Killua. (I love this fact for some reason)
- he had many similarities to Gon and Kurapika as a kid. (read Ch. 395-397, which is the Troupe backstory. it has a lot of cute baby Troupe member scenes🥺)
- he has a habit of covering his mouth with his hand whenever he is thinking deeply about something or connecting the lines.
- he knows a shocking amount about the Kakin Empire (in the manga), even more so than some of the Princes of the Kakin Empire.
- he seems to have a habit of smirking whenever something is going according to plan or when something went according to plan. he also just seems to enjoy smirking in general.
- his favorite color seems to be purple due to much of his outfits being some sort of variation of purple.
- in official arts + mobage cards, he seems to have dark circles under his eyes. in the yorknew city arc, he is also the only troupe member who didn’t sleep during the entire arc, meaning that he seems to have some sort of insomnia.
- in mobage cards, Chrollo seems to have a habit of fidgeting with his clothes. (pulling off his tie during the Christmas mobage card, playing with his hat, etc,.)
- he is very athletic, considering how at the end of yorknew city when he was left nen-less on those plateaus, he managed to climb down and find shelter all by himself.
- he is also very rich, since on average, every Zoldyck assassination costs around 1 billion—Chrollo managed to afford to assassinate the 10 Dons, meaning 10 billion Jenny.
- Chrollo doesn’t seem to care whenever someone is being disrespectful towards him or the troupe.
- Chrollo seems to have a particular fondness for suits, as he is often seen wearing a suit in official arts
- Chrollo often wears clothing that covers much of his body
- Chrollo seems to have the traditional values of a chivalrous man, meaning that he respects women quite a lot and makes sures to keep them safe. Chrollo made sure to catch Neon in the most respectful way when she “fell” (he literally could have just grabbed her by the arm and it would have been fine), he made sure to keep Pakunoda + Machi + Shizuku in the same team during yorknew (there were no men in their team), and during the Chrollo vs Hisoka battle, none of the female spectators (or even the commentator) were harmed.
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AUGHHHHHH CHROLLO ILYSM PLEASE LIVE UNTIL THE END OF THE SERIES😭🥺😫❤️CHROLLOOOO UR MY BBY AND ILYSMMMMM😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️😫😫😫💕💕💕
characters: Chrollo, Feitan, Hisoka, Illumi, Kite, Knov, Kurapika, Leorio, Machi, Meruem, Morel, Nobunaga, Pakunoda, Pokkle, Shaiapouf, Shalnark, Shizuku, Shoot
Warnings: Pre-established relationship, gn!reader, smut but nothing too explicit I guess?
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Chrollo:
Chrollo can be super demanding, and he craves intimacy. He's also surprisingly gentle and attentive during sex, and he knows every inch of your body. Chrollo loves to buy new lingerie for you so you can wear it for him. In bed, he's dominant but he's also very tender, and always makes sure that you're okay. He's also a bit of a pillow talker and always whispers dirty words in your ear.
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Feitan:
Feitan is a switch, sometimes he wants to be a dom and sometimes a bratty sub. He has a huge praise kink and that's one of the main things that get him going. Feitan has an oral fixation and could spend hours between your legs.
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Hisoka:
Hisoka enjoys taking his time and teasing you, knowing exactly how to press all your buttons. He prefers to slowly explore your body, tracing along sensitive spots with light touches. His breath hot against your neck while he whispers filthy words in your ear, describing everything he plans to do with you. He's also a big fan of hair pulling and using his tongue on you.
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Illumi:
Illumi doesn't really know a lot about sex, but he's a quick learner. He has a huge breeding kink, because he learned since he was young that he should continue his family. He absolutely adores it when you tug on his hair.
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Kite:
For him, sex has to be completely intimate. He's always holding your hand or caressing your hair during it. Sometimes he can be very submissive, and you have him wrapped all around your finger. Kite completely melts when you start to get demanding with him. He can be very needy and even start whining. He also has the best aftercare ever. He gives you a bath, food, and cuddles you to sleep.
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Knov:
Knov loves thigh highs, and he loves buying them for you. He also loves marking you. He gives you hickeys, bite marks, and even slap marks sometimes.
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Kurapika:
This man has a huge breeding kink. He wants to make sure that his clan won't end after the massacre. Kurapika can't stop imagining how beautiful you would be pregnant.
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Leorio:
Leorio doesn't hide that he's a perv. When you aren't home and he misses you, he grabs one of your panties and starts jerking off on it. He also likes to sniff and lick it.
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Machi:
Machi is a dom. She has a weakness for bites and kisses on her neck. She also loves marking you.
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Meruem:
He doesn't know a lot about sex and has only read books about it. Meruem is super dominant in the bedroom. He can get a bit rough with you and often leaves marks all over you. His favorite way of leaving marks is biting. He always wants to be in control.
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Morel:
Despite being 40, Morel is full of stamina, and his sex drive can be quite high. He always has his hands all over you.
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Nobunaga:
Has a hair-pulling kink. Nobunaga is always in control and is super demanding and commanding. He enjoys marking you with a lot of hickeys, bruises, and bite marks because he likes to show that you're only his. Nobunaga would also be more than happy to ruin you until you forget everything but his name.
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Pakunoda:
Pakunoda would always dom you, and she'd love to fuck you dumb on her strap. She'd also want to use handcuffs on you. After ruining you on her strap, she'd give you the best aftercare ever. She's always super caring with you.
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Pokkle:
Pokkle would never admit it to anyone, but he has a thing for being submissive. He'd love it when he's on his knees, obeying you while you praise him and call him a good boy.
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Shaiapouf:
Just like Meruem, everything he knows about sex is what he learned from books. At the same time that he'd obey everything you say and even sob when you punish him, he'd control and boss you around, punishing you when you're being bratty. It just depends on how he's feeling.
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Shalnark:
Shalnark would love to record you and would always use those videos to relieve himself when you aren't there.
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Shizuku:
Something tells me that she likes reading smut, and she'd be super embarrassed if anyone discovered, but Shizuku would also love to try some things she reads with you.
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Shoot:
Shoot is usually submissive, acting like your good boy and obeying your every order, but there are times when he feels super confident and is a soft dom. He loves it when you praise him because he feels like the most special guy ever.
can you do hcs of any characters x shinobu kocho! reader if that makes sense like reader acts like calm and classy but has a strong sense of anger underneath?
A/n: This, of course is a reader with these characteristics (& similar backstory)!
I'm finally free to work on requests with the schedule I've made, so I will be more active. (I'm trying to learn how to make proper hcs so hope this will do for now!) Thank you for your request, I love it!
Head canons + Short Scenario
Gon
Gon could smell it, an overpowering scent that could only be described as abnormal. It had always lingered in the air, filling his nostrils. And that smell came from you.
He was aware of the way you were, he respected and loved you for being so gentle; even tender.
Gon always had a good sense of smell but the rage threw him off for a while. At first he didn't believe it came from you, but when he got approached he realized that was the only possibility.
It was in little things you did, when you thought you were alone. Twitching from sheer resentment that had built from the years it had settled and blended into every fiber of you.
Your determination, he had that in common with you. Gon figured his was from the desire to be a hunter, to understand why.
When he saw you for the truest version of yourself despite you never losing the charisma; it was the only thing Gon could see.
Rage, poison, bitterness, everything you saw yourself as.
Gon never saw you that way, truly he tries his best to help you.
He’s very expressive with his actions, words, he won’t do something he doesn’t mean.
Whether it's trying to get you to express how you truly feel, or making sure he’s always there to protect you.
Gon knows your life mission and he supports you, but he doesn’t want to watch you die trying.
Scenario
Gon had invited you to explore the forest of whale island and considering you weren’t familiar with the area, he wanted to show you around. He had been in there more than a dozen times despite learning his lesson when a bear had attacked him as a child. That didn’t deter him from going back, now Gon was taking you for a quiet walk.
He’s quite a talker and much sillier than you but it was comfortable. You’re not quick to act on how you feel at the moment, only doing what you know will be best for the long run. While he was, ‘That's tomorrow's problem, not mine.’
Still, it works wonders between the two of you.
“Hey, You made it!” A voice called, head perked up at the sight of you. Gon rushed over to you, walking back to the edge of the forest but now with you. “Hey Gon! I wouldn’t miss it.” You laughed quietly, his excitement rubbed off on you the more time you spent with him.
The spiked haired boy continued to walk next to you, talking about the randomest things. From how his day went to whatever popped up in his mind.
You smiled and let him speak his mind, speaking when there was room for you to pop a question. Gon lit up when you spoke, answering your question and telling you more information than necessary.
The grass crunched with every step, you assumed this grass had never been stepped on. Gon always found nice spots to take you so you didn’t doubt it was secluded. “You okay?” His head tilted, scanning your figure in the process. Your attention went back to him in a millisecond, the green of the grass quickly shifted into the green on his hair.
“Yeah, What happened? You’re feeling okay?” You moved the question to him, nothing had happened to you. So something must’ve felt off or happened to him while you weren’t paying attention. Gon hummed with a subtle nod of his head, “I’m okay! I was asking you because well..” He lingered over your shoulder, head especially close to yours. “Because?” You repeated quietly looking over your shoulder at him.
“You seem angry, I can smell it. It’s coming from you.” His nose grazed your neck, accentuating his point of it being you.
“It doesn’t smell bad, does it?” Your eyes followed him, only seeing his hairs green ends. Gon stood straight, “No, It has its own scent like a type of nen except instead of feeling it, I smell it.”
“That’s interesting,” He always did have a freakishly good sense of smell but was it obvious enough for him to pinpoint it to you?
“Yes, I am angry but not at you.” You spoke up before he could, giving him the answer he already knew. “I noticed it when I met you, I never assumed it was because of me.” Gon smiled at you, scratching the back of his head.
“Really?” Your eyebrows furrowed and you bit back a deep sigh. Not one of surprise, but instead one of relief. The words expressing your growing anger had never escaped your lips, or been brought up in any other way. Almost like something that should not be spoken of.
Gon hummed, looking around seeing all the things being beautifully illuminated by the sunset. “Why are you angry?” His eyes still looked forward but his words were directed to you. “I’ve never seen you mad, at least not genuinely.” His tone was soft, though being quite reckless, he tried to think before speaking with you.
“That’s a long story, we’ll talk about it another time. Is that okay with you?” You smiled. Not about your situation, but Gon was trying and it was clear. “Yeah! Just know I’ll be here. Alright??”
His pinkie extended to yours.
Killua
Killua isn’t the type to express how frustrated he is, not on purpose at least. However it's visible with the way his eyebrows furrow and his scowl grows.
You weren’t like that, you seemed so down to earth; at peace with the world. It took him some time watching to realize that wasn’t the case.
The way you were passive aggressive with yourself when you were ‘alone.’ The slight head shake you gave when people called you kind, thanking them with grace.
It might've been the overpowering aura, that you couldn’t even hide yourself.
Killua learned what had happened to you, and it was eye opening to say the least.
He didn't know how to feel because truthfully he wanted his parents and his brothers dead. Alluka was the exception.
He had seen and lived tragedies, but it was different to know things happened to you. You were the opposite, you didn’t want any of them dead. You would've given up your life if theirs was promised.
Killua tries to do things with you, take your mind off or make you more at peace for even just a moment.
Even offering to kill anyone of your choosing, Killua wouldn’t hesitate to contact his family with empty promises to make sure it was done.
You never said yes, so he’ll stick around you to make sure you don’t get too hurt.
Killua knows you can handle yourself, but he doesn’t want you to have to be strong all the time.
Scenario
Killua watched you intently, waiting for you to make one wrong move. You had walked into the large room, and shut the door too aggressively. But that wasn’t why he was watching, not entirely at least.
You hadn’t done anything wrong from the moment he met you.
Regardless of his attitude, snarkyness, and avoidance, that never discouraged you from talking to him. That stood out to him the most, you were kind regardless of how he acted. That didn’t mean you were just passive of how he acted, you scolded him like a child which he enjoyed deep down.
Killua straightened up when he heard it, the cracks that came from your clenched hands. “You okay?” He spoke up with his usual tone but it hid the hesitancy he felt.
You looked back to where he sat, “Yes, I am. Are you okay?” You threw the question back at him, scanning his figure in the process. He approached whilst watching you right back. The same way you analyzed him to see what could possibly be off, was how he had been watching you.
His hands found his pants pockets hiding the finger tapping he was actively doing. Killua wasn’t fond of being an open book to those who wanted to know how he felt.
“I’m fine. You just haven’t seemed okay recently..” He stood in front of you, it wasn’t a big deal in the slightest but carried such a heavy importance.
“Huh?” You struggled to respond, but Killua tried his best. “Is it a person, a place, a thing?” He swallowed hard enough for you to hear, the way his ears flushed told you it wasn’t intentional. You smiled, shaking your head. “That sounds awfully familiar, a noun?”
“I guess so,” Killua looked off to the side, “Well..?” His eyes couldn’t stay in a particular place, he was nervous.
“Its complicated, but the short answer is that it’s a person. I suppose I’m getting less patient by the day, so I may seem angrier.” You spoke with an inimitable certainty, not speaking of it as shameful anger nor someone to be scared of. It was a form of acceptance.
“A person..?” Killua repeated it the way you said it, not a question or a mere word. It was a statement that he couldn’t quite understand. Someone was making you angry of all people, the kindest girl he had ever met ?
You nodded, “Something like that at least.” A soft sigh escaped you, closing your eyes momentarily to think. It would be hard to explain all of it to a boy of that background.
Killua still has feelings and emotions like any other, but he wouldn’t understand to the fullest extent considering how desensitized he was. “I can handle it for you-”
“No, I can’t let you do that.”
Killua reached deeper into his pocket, fishing out his bug phone. “Then, my dad or grandpa will do it. I’ll tell ‘em that I’ll come back home if they do.”
You snatched the phone out of his hands, his whine followed immediately . “Let me help you damn it!”
Kurapika
Kurapika finds comfort in how welcoming you are. The fact you whole heartedly understood his own anger, and didn’t see him differently.
He feels like a monster at times, like he is undeserving of your kindness. Kurapika didn’t know you saw yourself as an angry girl when he saw you as the exact opposite.
He’s used to your gentle touches, though he isn’t the most affectionate. He enjoys it.
Your hands gripping the bottom of your shirt didn't go unnoticed by him. Nor was the more frequent trips to your prayer room.
The heavier footsteps weren't different from to the average person. However it wasn’t normal for you to do.
He was direct when questioning you, not wanting to wrongfully accuse you of anything. Kurapika learned and immediately understood your built up anger that was expressed in such subtle ways.
He saw himself in you, you tried your best to be kind even when your anger rapidly grew. Kurapika likes to ask you about your plans, seeing if they're similar to his. He knows he might die during his but he gets upset when you accept that fate for yourself.
Not because he wants you to give up on revenge, Kurapika just doesn’t want you to feel as he does.
His goal is to hunt down every member of the phantom troupe but he couldn’t say it didn’t shift to include helping you too.
Kurapika felt even more so connected to you, he could relax knowing someone knew almost exactly how he felt.
He’ll keep an eye on you to make sure you’re safe.
Scenario
Kurapika was getting busier by the day. The hunt for the phantom troupe was to say the least, exhausting. He was overworked, his duty of being the last kurta weighed heavier. Safe to say, he wouldn’t have been able to get up some of these days without you.
He was grateful to have you by his side, and considered himself lucky to be by yours.
“Are you doing alright?” You came from behind him with a cup of tea. Your fingertips burned, a red hue started to pick up. “You seem tired,” Your word choices were careful, and so was how you placed down the tea without a clink against the wooden desk.
Kurapika wore a weary smile, “I’m okay, I’ll go to sleep soon.” His eyes drifted to the tea placed to the side of his papers. “Thank you.”
He received a hum of acknowledgement, “Do you need help with that?” Your head signaled to the paperwork, some were actual paperwork while others were information on the troupe.
Strategies, plans, possibilities, location, “I may understand more than you know. Let me help you.” You insisted with your hands on his shoulders before you walked off, coming back with another chair.
“You don’t have to, it can be very mentally taxing. I don’t want you to-” Kurapika was cut off, “But I want to, this isn’t a type of burden. It’s helping you besides you’ve had a massive workload recently.” You spoke up, your hand swept the hair from his face to behind his ear. “Better..”
You sat with him, hearing him occasionally sip the tea you had made while the two of you worked on papers. You started with a small stack that held information on the scarlet eyes.
The Kurta massacre, no work necessarily had to be done on them but you still read over it. Kurapika had told you all about it when you asked, finally receiving a form of comfort on it. He had stayed kind despite going through so much, that was one thing you aimed towards. All of this just reminded you of how bitter you felt towards it all.
Maybe he was angry too.
“You’ve done a lot better than me, you’re one of the kindest people I know.” You broke the silence with a small comment that confused him to a degree. It seemed like a compliment at first, and it was. However, he caught on that there was more to it than that, you were actively comparing yourself to him.
What purpose did that hold?
Kurapika's eyebrows furrowed, “I’ve done better than you?” His attention was fully on you, the papers forgotten for what seemed like the first time today. “You’re still kind despite being given all the reason in the world not to be. When the people most important to me died, I couldn’t help feeling so angry.” Your eyes were still set on the papers in front of you, small black and white pictures with poor quality of the aftermath.
Your words sat long, marinating in the silence that had been built in mere seconds.
“You’re the best person I’ve ever met. You aren’t what you think you are.” He spoke up with certainty filling the air.
Kurapika won’t pry but he’ll do anything to make sure you get the revenge he yearns for too.
Chrollo
Chrollo finds you quite charming, the honey practically dripping off of you with every move you make.
This put aside, he knows how to act and look on command to be ‘likeable’ to an extent.
He knew about your past, what made you who you were today.
What brought you to be by his side, to be okay with sitting next to a criminal.
You were kind, loyal, and so much more that he couldn’t name in one measly day.
It intrigued him, human behavior and why you still acted this way despite having such a past.
Chrollo didn’t enjoy seeing you degrade yourself, even mentally where he couldn't hear it. But he always had a way of knowing so he brought it up to you.
He would expect your honesty and nothing less considering that’s all you’ve shown all this time.
When you give the answer he expects, he’ll linger more often.
Chrollo knows you’ll want to deal with this by yourself but he can’t help intervening.
You’ll just have to forgive him for trying to take care of your problem himself.
Or if you find out before he takes action, don’t agree, and insist you’re capable, he’ll stand by the sidelines to still be there if needed.
Scenario
Chrollo had been staying in your vicinity, always a call away despite how busy life got.
Whenever you thought too long he was quick to snap you out of it. Not letting your mind wander for even a second. He didn’t do this with the purpose to bother you, but with the intention to keep your grievance from growing.
The past you lived was one he felt partially guilty for, he had terrorized many people in such a manner. That wasn’t something he would blink twice about, it just wasn’t acceptable when it happened to you.
Chrollo had a goal in mind that he planned to keep away from you entirely. Your blessing would not be granted if he asked to torment any one you had a vendetta with. It would be because you didn’t want to burden him with the troubles you were carrying, Chrollo couldn’t help not find it sweet.
“Why did I find Shalnark searching for information on the murderer?” You had spoken so casually that it sounded like you were asking what he was craving for dinner. Chrollo enjoyed your pleasant voice, but he understood that you were smart enough to know a member wouldn’t do that unless asked to.
“Love, can I not look for more information to help your hunt?” He smiled, trying to make it seem like he had only done it for your benefit. No ulterior motive in mind, not that he would outright want to tell you about.
Your hand delicately held the door frame, grounding you to the room. “Is that the case?” You tilted your head with a questioning smile. “You would’ve told me prior if it were.” You didn’t outright accuse him of lying, just calmly stated your beliefs. Chrollo knew he would have to be truthful, it was hard to hide things from you.
Chrollo stood up, walking over to where you stood. His fingers trailed down your arm until his hand intertwined with yours. “I didn’t want you to stop me. You’ve been getting more self-disciplinary in the most unhealthy way.”
You didn’t pull away from his grip, instead finding comfort in it. He knew you like the back of his hand even with you being so reserved. Even if all the battles you were dealing with were in your head, he just knew. “Is it bothering you? If it is, I apologize for that..”
“Yes, just not in the way you’re thinking of.” His thumb slowly grazed over your hand, “I’m worried for you, you’re truly wonderful. A blessing in other words, it’s bothersome to see how much this affects you.” He spoke with purpose, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
You didn’t have much words, only wearing a flustered face. Chrollo succeeded, he enjoyed making you a wee bit nervous. It was always amusing to see you thank him after trying to keep a neutral face when he spoke highly of you.
“You’re too kind Chrollo..” Your head bow was interrupted when he held your chin. “You are,” Chrollo gave you a quick kiss on your forehead, “I’ll take care of this, please let me.”
Feitan
Feitan found you to be quite the opposite of him.
You were patient and kind. A sort of unspoken class he thought he could never reach.
That didn’t mean he didn’t like you, that wasn’t the case at all.
If the two of you were alone there would most likely be a comfortable silence, and he was okay with that.
Your anger was never misdirected but it was always there. Whether at the pit of your stomach or the tip of your tongue, it never left you.
At times, he would notice. Feitan would see you handle things with grace but more privately sit alone with a blank expression.
He never wanted to hurt you by asking but he knew something had to be up. There was no way you could be so perfect, with the way you walked and talked.
It would make him be ever so slightly softer with you.
Feitan could understand being angry, but he respected you for never making it any one's problem.
He wouldn’t be so against helping you reach your goal if you ever told him.
Even he could sense the rather nasty feelings when you sat in silence for too long.
He’d promise himself to make sure it didn’t take over your life.
Scenario
Feitan wasn’t close to you. Not at first. He was rather blunt when he did speak, not finding the extra effort in things necessary. That system worked for him, until you started coming around more often. Not for him, it was for business or meetings you would have with other members.
Occasionally he would be among those chairs that were in front of yours. It was like talking to an angel in the simplest terms. Though the two of you wouldn’t converse much, he saw you as the most genuine state of politeness. Feitan was okay with that relationship, not one keen to change.
It felt effortless, as smooth as silk. Feitan started to be more expectant of your presence than your absence. He didn’t even catch himself in the act of all this until it was too late.
There you were, he had been in the area and recognized you almost immediately. You were alone, sitting in front of a flowing river. The troupe was there to deal with some business but he had finished his task first. Which meant he was free till the rest finished up with theirs.
You stared down at the ripples of water, the calm flow filling your ears. It was rather a contrast to how you felt. Angry, so very angry. The feeling wasn’t worn on your face but it was still visible to those who took note of the smaller things.
Feitan made up for his silence by his attention to detail.
“The troupe is here too?” You spoke up without hesitation, you knew who was there. He stood behind you, he assumed you heard the crunching of the grass beneath his feet.
“Yes,” He pulled his jacket down from his face so he didn’t sound muffled, “I’m waiting.” Feitan wasn’t one of many words so it definitely seemed like he was trying to talk to you. If he didn’t want to talk, he wouldn't.
You looked back at him, eyes exploring his face. “You don’t want to sit down?” You spoke low, offering him to sit down next to you out of habit. Feitan stared at the ground complying faster than he would admit he did.
It was silent for the most part, comfortable at first. The sounds of the water running and splashing against the rocks filled the air. Feitan started to think of it though, the longer the silence went on. You were in a secluded place, alone, and dead silent staring off.
If something didn’t happen beforehand, it must've been something bigger bothering you. His thoughts made him feel somewhat softer in the moment. Why was he even talking to you?
Feitan followed where your eyes stared, “Are you okay?” He spoke gruffly in the same volume he always did.
“I’m okay, how are you?” You looked back over at him, seeing the furrow in his eyebrows. Feitan let out an irritated sigh, not the kind of answer he was looking for but he won’t push you for more.
He stared back at you with a plain answer. “Fine..” He looked away, this time up at the sky. The silence stayed until he was about to meet up with the troupe again. It took them longer than he expected but he wasn’t mad about the wait.
“You’re too proper, say how you actually feel next time. I’m asking for a reason..” That was the most you’ve heard from him in a while. He got up abruptly after speaking, you assumed the others must've finished up whatever they had to do.
A small smile plastered on your face, you listened, “I’ll try, thank you.” It was casual, until it wasn’t.
Shalnark
Shalnark was the type to watch from the sidelines. With no malicious intent, or anything in mind and just let his eyes follow.
Though with this he did like to tease and prod to get other reactions from you. That was just how he was, Shalnark knew you were kind but he was just curious.
He wouldn’t avoid serious conversations, knowing that was how he would get the most from you.
Still, you had a pleasant look on your face, he was almost completely sure that was permanent on you.
Shalnark had stalked around, he knew of your past long before you had said it yourself.
He’s more likely to still see if he can gauge a reaction from you by lighthearted things but doesn’t like it when others do it.
He’s respectful when it comes down to talking about your anger and where it's directed.
Shalnark watches you cautiously, not because he doesn’t have faith in you. He just doesn’t know how much you’ll throw away to win.
Scenario
Shalnark already knew everything he had to know about you from the moment he started to feel his favoritism for you grow. It wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be to say the least. Hours of searching, even physical papers until he finally understood who you were and where you stood.
You were kind yet he didn’t understand why. There was the possibility you were because you thought it would grant you more success or maybe you were just raised that way. Shalnark believed it to be the latter, you were just like that.
He had been trying to get under your skin recently. It had been working so far, you showed your displeasurement with his teasing. Still, he didn’t push personal or deep stuff.
Shalnark was trying to make you be anything else other than perfect. Your attitude would be described as such, you were gentle and caring.
He wouldn’t mind seeing an angrier version of you. In his own way, he wanted to help you put that anger somewhere else instead of pent up.
So, he poked and poked at you until you showed your frustration. Shalnark didn’t mind the occasional laugh though, his reward after getting hit in the back of the head.
“Is this annoying?” He asked, poking you in the rib unintentionally tickling you. “No, not at all!” You moved away from the touch as fast as possible. A smile spread across your face, “What’s that for?”
Shalnark ran his hand through his blond hair, “I wanted to try something, but I should try something else.” He got on his phone, typing up something too fast for you to guess what it could be. After a few moments of silent searching he put it down, now looking back at you with something sinister.
You raised an eyebrow at him, you could barely even work a phone while he was searching up evil plans to use against you. How cruel.
“What are you up to now..?” You stared at him cautiously, “Shalnark?” You called out his name and that's when he stood up.
Shalnark put his hands up in surrender, “Hear me out okay? I have an idea that can take away your stress with a small pin.” He spoke as if he was a salesian selling a car.
Despite the oddness of it all, he was trying to help.
“It’s not that easy, I’m not trying to forget my anger.” You denied the solution he wanted so desperately to give you. Yes, he enjoyed trying to make you aggravated, yes he would prefer if it was all how you genuinely felt.
“Then let me remember for you, trust me I will.” Shalnark replied scanning your figure, “I promise.”
