24yo selfshipper and vivid daydreamer. She/her pronouns. Just a blog about my current anime addictions (HxH and AOT). My main romantic f/o are Phinks (hxh), Jean (AOT), and Garou (OPM) 💕
*Panting, desperately gasping for air* It's been almost twenty days without soft spot and I don't know if I can go on any longer (no pressure bby🥲)
I got you 🤓. I hope you enjoy this part just as much! Enjoy reading 🤍✨
Warning: Angst
Word count: 2017
“Hasn’t talked to me in 3 days”, you softly nibbled on your bottom lip. “He’ll get over it”, Chrollo nonchalantly flipped through one of his books. “What if he doesn’t? What if he hates me?”. “Darling”, dangerous eyes lurking over his book, “Would you like it if he had slept with someone else? Let alone in your presence”.
“B-but he doesn’t mind with you-“. “Are you sure about that?”, he asked as he sat down on the couch.
No. Fei hated it when he had to share you with Chrollo. He always did.
“By the way, I don’t agree with what happened either”. “A-are you angry too?”. “I’m not angry”, a smile on his face, “But I didn’t like it either”.
“Liar”, you got on your knees, softly massaging his legs. “Fine, I liked it a little bit”. “A little?”. A sigh as he leaned forward, his hand resting underneath your chin, “I can’t help it, darling. You’re just so cute when another man takes you”.
“Pervert”, you smirked before placing a swift kiss on his lips.
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You shouldn’t go to his basement. Sure, he took you to a basement, many times before A basement where he hurt you if you broke the rules, but… This was his basement. His ‘work’ basement and it was off-limits… “Never knock. Never ask to open the door. Never even go down the stairs”. That’s what he told you, but…
“3 AM”, the words softly flowed from your lips as you looked at the time. Chrollo was “working” in his study, and you couldn’t sleep, so…
Without giving it too much thought, you tiptoed through the hallway. You didn’t know what would happen, or if he would punish you, but you had to see him.
“Darling?”, Chrollo’s voice echoed through the hallway. “Y-yes?”, you closed your eyes, heart racing. You weren’t supposed to be up this late. “I won’t protect you from Fei. Not if you break one of his rules”.
How did he know you were going to his basement?
“He won’t hurt me”. “I’m not so sure, darling. You know I don’t want to see you get hurt, but… Rules are rules”.
“Rules are rules”, you childishly repeated the words in your head. Them and their little, stupid rules…
“I’ll see you in the morning”. “Goodnight, darling. And please, think this through. Fei’s a different man down there. It’s his… Workplace”.
God, what was the worst that could happen? Sure, you weren’t supposed to see Fei when he was ‘working’, but who cares? You missed him. More than you could take.
“It can’t be that bad, right?”, you wrapped your arms around your shoulders as you walked to the door that led to his basement.
What was this eerie feeling?
A certain cold met your skin as you opened the door. Down the stairs was another door, a dim light shining through the door gap. “H-huh?”, you froze as you heard a scream.
Was someone trapped? Did they kidnap someone? Yes, sometimes you forgot that they were criminals.
“N-no please-“, the voice more clear as you got closer.
You couldn’t help but feel nauseous at how desperate it sounded.
“Shut up”, Fei sounded even colder than usual. At this point, you regret your decision. However, you weren’t going to back down now.
Why were you shaking? Should you ask first? No, if you did, you were never going to find out what was happening down here. You needed to open the door, to enter unannounced.
“3, 2…”, you tried counting down, but just when you got to 1 you could hear someone throwing up. This was wrong, there was a reason Fei told you not to go down here. You should turn back, go back to sleep, and forget about all this. That, however, seemed impossible.
Again. 3, 2…
“1”, you took a deep breath before swinging the door open.
Right. This is a mistake.
This wasn’t Fei. Not the Feitan you knew. This Feitan was covered in blood, a hammer in his hand, ready to crush whatever was left of a stranger’s hand. Sure, Fei was cruel. He hurt you, but not like this.
Your eyes studied the man who was tied down on a table. It was only now that you noticed he was missing 3 of his toes, an eye, and… Teeth on the floor?
“S-shit”, you quickly covered your mouth as a nauseous feeling took over. “What the hell are you doing here?”, Feitan never seemed so angry. “I-I”, you stuttered as you took a step back, tripping over your own feet. “What did I tell you?”, within a second he was standing before you. “I gave you one rule, one rule you couldn’t break and…”, fire in his eyes as he looked down. “Get out, Y/N”. “I-I’m sorry”.
This was the first time you truly feared for your life. You feared Feitan, to say the least.
“You always cross the line”, he got closer, “You always act out of place”.
“Pl-please, please help me!”, the man on the table turned his head toward you. “Don’t let him kill me”.
“Shut up!”, Feitan threw his hammer toward the man, causing it to crush his skull. “F-fei”, tears streaming down your cheek, “Y-you killed-“.
“Got the information I needed”, Feitan grabbed your arm, forcing you back on your feet.
“L-let go”, your legs trembling in fear. “What? What’s wrong?”, he pulled you closer, “Are you scared? Are you scared of who I am?”.
“T-this isn’t you-“, you pulled your face away from his. “This is me”, he tightened his grip, “This is work”. “N-no”, you wanted to run, to yell for help but… Chrollo said he wasn’t going to protect you, that rules were rules.
“Why? Why did you come here?”, cold eyes met yours. “I-I wanted to- I missed you”. “Call Phinks”.
You hurt him. Over and over again.
“I- I want you”, you tried to ignore the fact that there was a dead man on the table next to you.
“I don’t want to see you”, he pushed you away, “I despise you”.
He burnt you, scarred you… But those things never hurt as much as those words.
“You despise me?”, your heart aching. “Tsk”, he turned around, “Get out”.
Wasn’t he going to punish you? To make sure you never disobeyed him again?
“F-fei-“, “Get out”.
No. He wasn’t going to hurt you, to ‘punish’ you. It seemed that he didn’t care about you anymore, that you weren’t worth his time.
“I-I’m sorry”, tears streaming down your cheek as you ran upstairs, longing for the safety of your sheets.
You ran to your room as quickly as possible, immediately covering yourself underneath your sheets.
“Darling?”, Chrollo knocked on your door. “Don’t”, you sobbed. “What happened?”, he entered anyway. “He said he despised me”, you cried out, pulling the sheets closer to your body. “He doesn’t”, Chrollo sat down on the edge, his hand pulling the sheets from your face. “He does and, and-“. “What?”, he gently wiped the tears from your cheek. “He killed someone with a hammer and before that he was-“. “I told you not to go, darling”. “Why? Why does he do those things?”. “It’s his job. He gets me the information I need”. “He’s torturing people”, you looked up at him, “That’s not right“. “Cute”, Chrollo chuckled, “You know the Phantom Troupe’s full of wanted criminals, right?”.
Right. You once again forgot that they were criminals.
“I’ll sleep with you tonight. I’m sure you didn’t like seeing a dead person”, Chrollo placed a kiss on your temple. “Try to get some rest, okay? I’m going to shower, and then I’ll join you”.
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“He’ll never forgive me”, you nestled your head closer to Chrollo’s chest. “You know he will”, he wrapped his arms around you.
Chrollo’s voice sounded so beautiful in the morning. So soothing.
“You didn’t see the way he looked at me”. “Did you see the way you looked at him?”, Chrollo’s tightened his grip around your waist. “I can imagine you were scared when you saw what he was doing. He probably put his guard up”. “W-why?”, you tilted your head. “The only reason you weren’t allowed there was because he feared you were going to be scared of him. Feitan never had much. He never cared about people, but he cares about you. To him, you’re everything”.
“I’m an idiot”, you shook your head. “Sometimes”, Chrollo smiled. “Fuck you”, you playfully pushed him away. “Come here”, he eagerly pulled you close again, “Let’s enjoy this moment, darling. It’s a beautiful morning. I’m sure Fei will turn around”. “Can you do something for me?”. “Anything”, he hummed as he took in your scent, “Anything for my darling”.
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A couple of days passed, and Feitan still didn’t care to talk to you. When you entered the same room, he disappeared.
“Fei?”, you softly knocked on the door to his room.
He normally didn’t use it. Feitan used to spend all his free time with you. Lately, however, he locked himself up in his bedroom.
“Go away”.
Not this time.
“Fei?”, you opened his door. “I said get out”.
Sad. It was sad the way he was sitting in front of his window. His room was empty. There was a bed, a chair, and a desk. There weren’t expensive paintings, no books, no cozy chairs… He was the complete opposite of Chrollo.
“I know you’re mad. You have every right to be, but… I don’t care about Phinks. Not like I care about you. You were the first person I fell in love with. The first person who made me feel happy, and safe… The first person who-“.
You didn’t know why the words seemed to get stuck in your throat.
“You were the first person who made me love myself. I always hated myself. I used to hate the way I look, the way I sound… I hated the way I walk, talk… But you made me accept myself, and I’m sorry that I gave you the feeling that you couldn’t do the same. That you couldn’t accept yourself. I know this isn’t going to make things right. I hurt you, and I’m so sorry. I’m not perfect. I shouldn’t have slept with Phinks. I shouldn’t have asked him to comfort me when you were gone, but I was scared. I was scared Hisoka was here and that he was going to hurt me again. I don’t feel safe when you’re not with me, Fei. I need you, so… I got you this”.
You gently placed the gift on the edge of his bed.
“I know it can’t make things right, and if you don’t like it you can give it back. Just don’t throw it away, please”.
Without answering, he turned around. Careful eyes were now looking at the gift.
“A gift?”, his brows pulled together. “Yes”, you nervously responded. “No one’s ever got me a gift”, he slowly stood up.
Your heart broke at the thought. You can’t imagine what it must feel like growing up without a caring home.
“What is it?”, he examined the wrapping paper. “Open it”, a sparkle in your eyes.
He seemed excited, even though he tried to hide it.
“I hope you like it. I thought you could use it for… your work”, you cleared your throat.
You didn’t want him to think you were scared of him. To think that you hated him for what he did. If that meant you had to get him something like this…
“A knife?”, he frowned. “Look closely”, you pointed towards the handle. “It has my initials on this side and yours on the other. O-oh, and did you see the handle? It has your skull on it”.
Silence.
“Thanks”, his voice sounded raspy. “I like it”. “I-I know it’s strange but, now there’s a part of me with you when you’re … Working”, you nervously smiled.
“I love you”, the words barely reached your ears.
“H-huh?”, your eyes went round in surprise. “I love you, Y/N”, his eyes glued onto the knife.
“I-I love you too”, you replied.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he held one arm open, his eyes still studying the knife.
Without thinking, you rushed into his arm, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Please forgive me, Fei. I’m never going to hurt you again”. “Please don’t. Don’t know how much more my heart can take”, a crack in his voice.
I keep writing stuff for hxh. Yall get to deal with it.
Fifteen Years
As Feitan charged at his enemy, the man who had killed Phinks - his Phinks - he felt a tap on his back.
Then a surge of Nen.
Then nothing, his consciousness fading to black.
When he woke up, he was lying on a pile of trash. No. A mound of junk. A mountain, if you will.
‘Disgusting.’ He thought. Not sanitary at all. Feitan stood up, brushing trash off him as he surveyed his surroundings. Mountains of junk everywhere, with people moving throughout them, scavenging what they could. Vaguely, he could hear familiar, almost nostalgic, shouting from somewhere on his left.
Seeing that the shouting was the only thing he recognized, Feitan began moving towards it. 'Reminds me of Meteor City.' It didn't quite match how Meteor City looked when he was there last, but it was close enough.
Upon nearing the scene of the commotion, however, Feitan immediately knew where he was.
Not to mention when.
The place? Meteor City. Feitan had been right.
The time? Fifteen years ago.
‘I must be dreaming.’ Feitan decided. There was no way the person who sent him here’s nen had actually sent him fifteen years into the past.
It simply wasn’t possible.
A stone hit Feitan in the face.
It hurt.
Well, shit.
It would appear yes, he was in the past.
Snapping out of his thoughts – and revelations -, Feitan snarled in the direction the rock had come from.
Unaffected, the culprit, a muscular fourteen-year-old, picked up another stone, prepping to throw. The kid opened his mouth, uttering what Feitan thought were the dumbest words possible.
“Move it kid, or this next one will take out your knees!”
Uvogin. Of course. Feitan had never been happier to see the muscleheaded idiot, but he had thrown a rock at the raven. So, Feitan had Uvogin pinned to the ground in a flash.
"How 'bout you no throw rock, 'kay?" Feitan snarled, even though he wasn't actually angry. He was only trying to scare Uvogin, that was all.
He felt something kick his leg.
Turning to look, he saw a tiny, pink-haired girl. Machi. As adorable as she was, she was trying to destroy Feitan's shins to get him off Uvogin. Uvogin, on the other hand, was thoroughly scared by the pint-sized powerhouse.
Feitan sighed and got off. He wasn't actually upset, after all. And besides, Machi would kick him until he got off. It didn't hurt, but it was still annoying nonetheless. As he stood up, Feitan pointed his finger at Uvogin.
“You. Where Chrollo?” Chrollo would most likely know the date. Or at least a reference point.
And with luck, if this really was the past, Feitan wouldn't be too late.
Too late to fix everything.
Too late to fix their fate.
Uvogin, for his sake, managed a growl. "How the hell would I know? If you wanna find him that badly, he might be at the church." After a moment of thought – who knew Uvogin was capable – he added, "But if you hurt Chrollo I'll kill ya twice."
Feitan huffed indifferently and began walking. He knew all of Uvogin’s threats were pretty empty, after all.
Upon arriving at the church, Feitan pushed the doors open and walked inside.
Chrollo was in their recording room, just as Feitan had hoped. The small boy was sitting on a stool scribbling something on a piece of paper but looked up when Feitan entered the room. A look of suspicion and concern crossed his eyes before he spoke.
“Who are you? I haven’t seen you around before.”
Feitan frowned before responding, "That not matter. What day?" After a pause, he decided to add, "And where Sarasa?"
Chrollo’s brows furrowed. “I don’t know the date, two days before the next dub showing I guess. And where Sarasa is is none of your business.”
Based on how Chrollo reacted, Feitan was in time. Sarasa was still alive. He let a small smile appear on his lips – not that Chrollo could see it through Feitan’s bandana – as he picked a corner to sit in.
“Then I wait. She come here eventually.”
Chrollo still didn't trust him - he signified this with a quizzical look - but he seemed happier that Feitan was staying where he could be seen. Chrollo went back to scribbling on the paper.
The next day, the rest of the troupe arrived to do their day-before rehearsal, just as Feitan had remembered it. Many of them gave the raven quizzical looks. Only Uvogin asked, “What the hell is that guy doing here?”
Chrollo explained that Feitan was looking for Sarasa, ending his explanation with, “…but I don’t really know why. Or even what his name is.”
Feitan’s younger self tugged on Phinks’ sleeve before muttering in the already too-tall blonde’s ear, in his – no, their – native tongue. Phinks muttered something back, a clumsy reply, still a learner at the time but welcoming every chance to practise.
Feitan smiled, remembering those days. Back when everything was simple, friendly. Back when there weren’t people trying to kill them around every corner. He had liked Phinks back then, and, over time, it had developed from a like to more of a love.
Then, Phinks had been slaughtered.
Before Feitan had been able to tell the blonde how he felt.
A loud snapping noise broke Feitan out of his brooding. When he looked up, Sarasa stood in front of him. In a stupid pink dress and pigtails, with a stern look on her face. Alive.
Tears began forming in Feitan’s eyes, but he wiped them away – hopefully before she noticed.
With one hand on her hip and the other pointed at him, Sarasa spoke the question everyone had. Well, most everyone. Shalnark was too busy harassing Machi to care.
“Who are you and what do you want with me? Are you from the outside?”
Feitan responded in his signature monotone, careful not to betray the relief he felt.
“Who not matter. I want make sure alive. Not from outside, but you don’t know. Bye.”
Before anyone else could ask more questions – and figure out more than they needed to know – he stood up and left. ‘Haven’t grown much since I was thirteen,’ Feitan noted with dismay.
Hours had passed before Sarasa left to go home. Alone.
Feitan trailed her for about three more hours while she searched through the junk before a van pulled up behind her. Two guys jumped out and grabbed Sarasa, pulling her into the vehicle.
As soon as the doors closed and the van started away, Feitan landed on the roof.
Three seconds later, he pulled the man in the shotgun seat out.
In another two, the driver was dead.
Five seconds later, the van was stopped.
Feitan opened the doors to the back of the van.
"Boo," Was all he had to say, and they reached for their weapons.
The fight was pitifully easy. The men didn’t have any Nen.
When the dust settled, there were four dead men, Feitan, and an unconscious Sarasa.
Gently, as if handling a priceless artefact, Feitan picked her up.
On the way back to the church, Feitan began to feel woozy.
He had just handed Sarasa to Chrollo with a 'take better care of her,' when he fell to the ground, unconscious.
For years afterwards, Chrollo would swear to all those who asked that the man who had rescued Sarasa had crumbled into dust and vanished as if he didn't exist in the first place.
The troupe never saw him again, but Phinks always teased Feitan about how much the tiny raven resembled the mysterious man. 'Even talks like him too,' was the phrase that stuck the most for the raven.
Fifteen years later, the Phantom Troupe was among the most famous acting troupes. That wasn't the only effect. In Feitan's mind, the other was much more important.
Phantom Troupe backstory has made my week, scratch that, my month! I am sitting here like:
And I haven’t even read the translation yet. I am just looking at their silly little faces, and reading people summarizing the chapter and dialogue on Reddit and I am just loving it. I feel like a kid on Christmas Day.
I loveddd your phinks fwb piece you wrote!!! Could you do a part two please? 💗
I love this man with my entire heart 🥹, so thank you for requesting a part 2, really enjoyed writing this one (I hope you like it too!).
Warnings: A little bit smutty, not too much 🤓 often suggestive though
Hope everyone's doing fine, enjoy reading 🤍✨
Word count: 3169
‘Thanks’, you avoided his eyes when he handed you your latte. ‘Want to go over the plan again?’. ‘No, I understand’, you closed your eyes when you took a sip.
You might not have been able to look at the blonde, but Phinks couldn’t keep his eyes away from you. The way your tiny hands were holding the cup, as if you were trying to warm them around a fire… Or the way you smiled contently when you took your first sip, your eyes closed in pleasure… How did he never notice how beautiful you are?
‘Fine, but don't blame me when things go to hell’. ‘You don’t trust me?’, you opened one eye, the lid of the cup still stroking your bottom lip. ‘Did you ever finish a mission successfully?’. ‘Hey!’, you immediately stood up from the edge of the bed you were sitting on. ‘What? You never listen to what boss says’.
Were things just going to go back to normal? Back to hating each other?
‘I just need to get those fucking diamonds, right? What’s the big deal?’. ‘The big deal?’, Phinks gritted his teeth together, ‘I will need to clean up the mess you’ve made if you fail, because it’s not like you ever take responsibility for your actions’. ‘What do you know about me, huh?’, you pushed him, earning a throbbing vein on his temple in response.
What did he know about you? You practically told him your entire life story in your drunken haze yesterday.
‘Push me again and-‘, ‘And what?’, you chuckled, ‘What are you going to do, Phinks? Fight me?’.
Fight you? No, he didn’t want to fight you. He wanted to throw you on the bed again and show you who’s in charge, but he couldn’t do that, could he?
‘Tsk’, he smirked when he noticed the look in your eyes. There wasn’t any hate in them, nor anger. You were provoking him. The way the corners of your mouth were slightly lifted said plenty.
For a moment, the two of you just stood there, staring at each other with racing hearts.
‘H-huh?’.
You froze when you could feel Phinks’ hand cup your cheek. His eyes were soft, but the expression on his face was as cold as ever.
‘What are you doing?’, you lowered your eyes, jaw clenching. ‘What?’, Phinks frowned, unsure if he crossed a line. ‘Y-your hand-‘, ‘What about it?’.
‘Don’t’, you pulled away from his touch, ‘D-don’t touch me like that’.
His heart dropped to his stomach when he noticed the cold look in your eyes. He couldn’t be the only one who felt it, right? The fireworks the first time he kissed you, or the warm, tingling feeling that flowed through his veins when he saw your love-drunk eyes staring into his only hours ago.
‘You weren’t complaining-‘, ‘Stop’, you looked at him, eyes burning with anger, ‘We had an agreement’. ‘Y/N-‘, Phinks tried to grab your wrist, but you quickly pulled away. ‘What? What do you want?’. ‘I just want to talk about what happened’.
You were like math to him, impossible to understand.
‘Why?’, you chuckled, ‘I hate what happened. I hate the fact I let you touch me’.
Why? Why were you doing this when you were so desperate for his affection?
‘H-hey!’, you tried to protest, to pull away when his strong hand grabbed your jaw, but once his lips met yours you instantly melted into his touch.
‘Hate liars’, a cold sigh, ‘But don’t worry, it’s not like you’re that special, princess’. ‘D-don’t ever touch me like that again’, your aura filled with anger, hands shaking. ‘Like I said, you’re not that special’, he chuckled before walking out the door again.
Once you heard the door closing, you immediately let down your guard. With a loud sigh, you jumped on the bed, head pushed into a pillow. Why were your cheeks burning? Why did you feel all warm and fuzzy around him? You wanted nothing more than to throw your hands around his neck, jump into his arms, and smell the familiar scent of his perfume again.
‘Wake up, princess’. ‘S-shut up’, you turned around, pulling the sheets over your head. ‘Get ready, it’s almost time’.
‘Where did you go?’.
‘None of your business’. ‘Asshole’, you gritted through your teeth. ‘Get up’, he roughly pulled the blankets away from you.
‘S-shit’, you hastily searched for the sheets, cheeks already burning.
‘Huh?’, he widened his eyes when he saw you were wearing one of his shirts, ‘W-why are you-‘. ‘Shut up Phinks!’.
The blonde watched you as you ran into the bathroom, your cheeks burning red. You looked so pretty in his shirt, too pretty to forget.
‘Tsk’, he smiled when he realized you went through his bag just to put on one of his shirts, ‘What’s wrong, princess? Can’t go a couple of hours without me?’.
He frowned when he heard the door of the bathroom unlock. Were you going to admit your defeat?
‘I said shut up, Phinks!’.
The blonde barely managed to dodge the bottle of soap you’d thrown at him before you quickly locked the door again.
‘Missed me, princess’, the vein of his temple started to throb again.
He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop the thoughts of pinning you against the wall, your fragile wrists in his hands, his nose brushing against yours while he promised you to make you behave.
‘Ugh!’, you grunted in frustration, hands once again in your hair as you were sitting on the toilet lid.
‘What’s wrong? Embarrassed?’, Phinks knocked on the door, his forehead resting against it. ‘Go away!’. ‘Don’t worry, won’t tell anyone you couldn’t miss me for a couple of hours-‘.
You quickly opened the door, your heart racing with anger and powerlessness.
‘Move’.
You wanted to tell him that you missed his scent. That you were wearing his shirt so that it felt as if he was lying next to you, but you couldn’t. It was obvious your mind started to romanticize what happened between the two of you. You hated him, you hated him since the first moment you saw him, and that couldn’t change overnight.
‘Make me’, a smirk while he was leaning against the door frame. ‘We don’t have time for this’. ‘You mean you don’t have time. I just need to put on a suit’.
Every attempt to sneak under his arm or to push him away was futile. Maybe if you used your nen-abilities… But that would be a little too much, wouldn’t it?
‘What’s wrong? Confused not everyone does whatever the little princess wants?’, the blonde chuckled, enjoying every moment of this.
There was only one way out, which you preferred to avoid, but it seemed like you had no other choice.
‘H-huh?’, Phinks widened his eyes when he saw you pull his shirt over your head, exposing your perfect breasts once again.
‘What’s wrong? Confused you’re not the only one who can play this game?’, you nonchalantly pushed the blonde aside, a smile on your face.
A bra. Where was your bra? Why weren’t you wearing one? Did you plan this? Phinks felt lost, memories of the previous night flashing before his eyes.
‘Brat’, Phinks gritted through his teeth before entering the bathroom. ‘Don’t be too long, need to put on some make-up’.
‘Here’, now it was his turn to throw something towards your head, ‘Or is that mirror over there not big enough for your highness?’.
You managed to catch your bag of make-up just in time.
‘Thanks peasant’, you replied smugly, ‘Do dress up, I don't want my bodyguard to look bad’.
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‘Finally’, you sighed while standing up from the bed, ‘Took you long en-‘.
Wait? What? Was this the man who entered the bathroom 20 minutes ago?
‘Can you help me with this?’, Phinks held up his arm, ‘The buttons are too small, can’t close them’.
‘Okay’, you quietly responded, adjusting your dress before walking toward the blonde.
‘H-here, that should do it’, you gently let go of his arm when you closed the buttons on his sleeve. ‘Thanks’, his eyes were fixed on the painting next to him.
He couldn’t look at you, not too long anyway. With your make-up beautifully matching your red dress, your hair neatly in a bun, the jewels Chrollo got you… You looked even more stunning than the first time he saw you.
‘Let’s go’, you cleared your throat, ‘Driver’s probably waiting’.
Phinks, now happily, took on his role as your bodyguard. He guided you outside and opened every door for you, while making sure no one let their eyes linger a little too long on your perfect body.
‘Be careful’, he almost whispered while looking out of the car. ‘Hm’, you sighed while looking at the matching ring Chrollo got you. It was obvious he wanted to make sure you fitted in the high-end crowd.
‘If anyone tries to-‘, ‘Hey, you’re my bodyguard. It’s your job to protect me’, a thin line appeared between your brows. ‘You know you need to steal the diamonds on your own, right?’, Phinks slowly turned his head, ‘Or weren’t you – once again – not listening?’. ‘
W-what?’, you nervously giggled, ‘O-of course I knew that, psh’.
You wanted to slap yourself. You really needed to pay more attention when someone explained the details of a mission.
‘Idiot’, the blonde sighed, ‘Asked you this morning to go over the plan again’. ‘I know, I know’, you closed your eyes, ‘I’m sorry’.
Huh? Did you just apologize?
‘H-hey! What are you doing?’, you instantly moved closer to the door when Phinks started pinching your arm. ‘You just apologized, and you expect me to believe you’re… well, you?’.
You crossed your arms in discontent before cursing the blonde.
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‘Of course I knew you were the governor. How could anyone forget such a handsome face?, you tried to put on your prettiest, most innocent smile.
Phinks hated the way you were pushing your body against his. Fine, you needed to get some information, but why like this?
You snapped with your fingers, signaling Phinks to move closer. ‘What do you need, boss?’.
It took all the blonde’s strength to call you his boss, to pretend he was a little puppy you could order around.
‘Get me some more wine, will you?’, a smug look on your face when you saw the familiar vein on his temple.
‘Sorry boss, need to stay with you at all times’ . ‘Oh it’s fine, I’ll keep her safe’, the older man grabbed your waist, his nose brushing against your cheek, ‘Maybe show her the diamonds…’.
You wanted nothing more than to pull away, but you couldn’t. You were so close… Once he showed you where the diamonds were, you could knock him out and run.
‘Tsk’, Phinks couldn’t hide his discontent, but he just had to suck it up for the sake of this mission.
‘Huh?’, his eyes widened when you weren’t in the same spot anymore. He quickly scanned the room. After a minute, he concluded you weren’t here anymore. After all, Phinks would’ve immediately seen you in your beautiful, red dress. You were the prettiest girl here, no one could even come close to your beauty.
‘So, where are the diamonds?’, you faked a drunk giggle, your hand resting on the man’s arm, ‘Been wondering how they look up close’. ‘Ssh’, the man smirked, ‘I’ll be fired if they find out I brought a pretty girl like you here’. ‘Oh stop it’, you let your forehead rest against his shoulder, ‘I just really want to see them’.
‘Follow me’.
You let the man grab your hand as he carefully unlocked the door with a password.
‘O-oh’, your eyes flew open when you saw the diamonds, heart racing in excitement. They were truly breathtaking; unlike anything you’ve ever seen.
‘Think it’s time to thank me, don’t you?’, the man let the door fall shut, his arms wrapped around your waist while his chin was resting on your shoulder. ‘Get off me’, a cold reply now you knew where the diamonds are. ‘Huh?’, he smirked while tightening his grip, ‘Don’t tell me you tricked me, because that wouldn’t be nice’, his hand now traveling to your breasts, ‘A pretty girl like you sure knows her place, right? She knows how fast a governor could spread a little lie to ruin her life’.
Was he seriously threatening you? This was getting funnier by the minute.
‘Do we really need to do th-‘, ‘I know who you are’, his nose digging into your hair as he took in your scent, ‘Y/N L/N, running from the law since you were a kid. I mean, can’t blame you when you grow up in a dump’. ‘H-how do you-‘. ‘There’s this really nice kid who can predict the future with her nen-abilities. Dad’s an asshole, but for a good price, he sells her predictions’.
‘What stops me from killing you?’, your aura growing bigger by the second. ‘What was his name again? Oh right, Phinks’, the man chuckled, ‘Wouldn’t want him to get in trouble now, would we? I don’t ask much’, his fingers softly pushed the strip of your dress from your shoulder, ‘Just a quick fuck, and I’ll let you go’.
Phinks? How did he know Phinks’ name?
‘See? Even a criminal like you knows when to listen’, his hot breath sent shivers down your spine as he slowly opened the back of your dress.
A nauseous, suffocating feeling took over your senses. If there was even the tiniest chance that he could hurt Phinks…
‘Those clothes didn’t fit you anyway. Way too elegant for a low-life like y-‘.
With a loud bang, the secured door flew open. Relief rushed over your body when you saw Phinks standing in the door frame. For once, you were happy to see the throbbing vein on his temple, along with his wicked grin.
‘Thought you could handle things yourself?’. ‘He knows who we are’, you quickly readjusted your dress, ‘Some girl can predict the future. They knew we were coming’. ‘Are those fake?’, the blonde nodded towards the diamonds, ‘And I suggest you’re honest if you want to keep some of your limbs’.
‘N-no please, I-I won’t tell anything’, the man quickly raised his hands. ‘I don’t care’, Phinks took hold of his collar, ‘You touched her’.
---
‘At least we got the diamonds’, Phinks took off his shirt. ‘Hm’, you replied while biting on the inside of your lip.
Phinks’ brows drew together at your response. You’d been absent-minded ever since you entered the car back to the hotel.
‘You okay?’, the blonde looked into the bathroom. ‘Yeah, it’s nice we got them’, you sighed while putting your hair in a messy bun.
He decided he wasn’t going to reply or to correct you, not until you laid down next to him. Maybe you were just tired.
‘Night’, you laid down on your side, back facing towards him.
‘Did he hurt you?’, Phinks clenched his jaw at the thought, his hands resting underneath his head while staring at the ceiling. ‘What? You don’t think I can handle someone like him? You think I’m that weak?’, you snapped back.
‘Yes or no’.
You lowered your eyes, your heart sinking into your stomach. He didn’t actually hurt you, and you were probably just overreacting … but the venomous words he whispered into your ear as he forced himself onto you kept replaying themselves in your head.
‘No’, you closed your eyes.
You froze when you felt his arm wrap around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.
‘Hate liars’, his chin rested on top of your head.
What was happening? Why did you start to shake? Why did your eyes start to sting?
‘Huh?’, Phinks’ eyes flew open as he heard your sobs, ‘Y/N?’.
‘I’m a bad person, right? I’ve killed people, I like to hurt them, I like to steal things… I’m just a waste of space’.
What could he tell you? What did you want to hear? Of course, you're a bad person, at least in the eyes of most.
‘Maybe to some, but not to me. I don’t think you’re a bad person. I think you do everything for the people you care about, even if that means stealing or killing others’. ‘S-shut up’, you smiled with tears in your eyes, ‘You’re just as bad’.
‘Maybe’.
You slowly turned around, your hands resting against his toned chest.
'You looked cute in my shirt today' Phinks gently brushed through your hair. 'Please', you almost whispered. 'What?', he frowned at the lack of context. 'One more night before pretending we never-'.
The blonde cut off your sentence with a kiss. You didn't need to repeat yourself. Phinks was aching for the warmth of your body.
'Not going to hold back tonight', he whispered in between kisses, 'Not going to be careful'. ‘Don’t want you to’.
Within seconds, Phinks had your face pushed into the matress, pushing you further off the edge with every thrust.
‘F-fuck you drive me crazy’, he tightened his grip around your hair, ‘Wanted to fuck you like this yesterday too’, heavy breaths left his lungs, ‘Been thinking about it ever since’.
It sure was different from the other night, better in some ways.
‘Let me see those pretty eyes’, Phinks swiftly turned you around, ‘Don’t care if you come, or if you’re tired… So don’t bother to tell me, just want you to be a good girl and let me use you for once’.
He placed a gentle kiss on your temple before wrapping his hand around your throat.
‘And don’t worry, princess, the night isn’t over after this’.
---
‘Good job’, Chrollo smiled when you threw the bag of diamonds at his feet, ‘Think it’s time for us to leave this town. I’ll see everyone back home in a couple of days, think it’s best if we move in separate groups’.
You nodded in agreement before walking over to the girls.
‘Lovebirds’, Feitan mischievously looked at Phinks. ‘What did you say?’, Phinks immediately raised his voice. ‘Don’t try to deny it’, Shalnark smugly responded, ‘Or did you think we wouldn’t notice those?’. ‘What?’, Phinks gritted his teeth. ‘These’, Shalnark pointed towards the dark spots on his neck.
Phinks’ mind started to replay the memories of last night. A smile on his face when he thought about the way you wrapped around him as he pushed you against the wall. God, his hand fitted perfectly around your neck-
‘Lovebirds’, Feitan repeated himself when he saw the smile on the blonde’s face. ‘Shut up, Fei!’, Phinks raised his voice, quickly grabbing one of the loose stones in the abandoned building. ‘Run, Fei!’, Shalnark yelled after the dark-haired man as he watched Phinks run after him. ‘Lovebirds, lovebirds, lovebirds’, Feitan childishly repeated himself with the mischievous smile still on his face.
‘H-huh?’, you tilted your head, ‘Wonder what they’re fighting about now’.
On leur a tiré dessus ! Et cet imbécile de Phinks qui a stoppé le projectile avec son bras ! Machi va les dépecer vivants s'ils retournent chez elle avec un blessé si tôt après l'avoir visitée ! Shalnark cherche du regard le tireur. Il n'y a qu'un utilisateur de Nen qui puisse charger un tir de cette façon et…
Une décharge de puissance dans son dos, sèche brève et…
Feitan tombe.
/Quoi ? Mais… non !/
Le jeune homme fait volte-face mais il n'y a plus personne. Feitan a atterri sur un genou, les yeux agrandis de surprise. Ses sourcils se froncent et Shalnark ne sait pas si c'est de douleur ou de fureur. L'odeur cuivrée du sang s'élève.
— Fei ?
Il ne répond pas. Seuls ses yeux sont visibles sous ses longues mèches noires. La peau entre ses yeux est livide. Pincée et tellement pâle. Il n'a pas émis le moindre son. Il tient Rose près du corps, il… il la couvre. Lorsqu'il a vu l'attaque sur Phinks, il a rassemblé son ko autour du bébé, certain que sa vitesse naturelle lui permettrait d'esquiver. Sauf que… qui que soit leur assaillant, le manipulateur n'a rien senti avant l'attaque.
Et à présent…
Il ne voit personne non plus. Qui que soit leur assaillant, il a disparu.
Ou il se cache.
— Fei !
Phinks se précipite à leurs côtés sans aucune pensée pour la discrétion. Shalnark roule des yeux.
— Tu ne peux pas crier un peu plus fort ? Je crois qu'il y a un petit vieux au bout du parc qui ne t'a pas encore entendu.
Il ne met pas autant de mordant qu'il ne le voudrait dans sa réponse. Feitan ne s'est pas encore relevé. Ce n'est pas normal, ça. Son corps tremble, frissonne. Il a posé une main à terre, le bébé tenu dans son autre bras, en appui sur un genou. Phinks ignore les paroles de Shalnark et s’agenouille devant son partenaire. A nouveau, le jeune homme sent la colère monter en lui.
Quel idiot !
Comme si Feitan pouvait lui rendre ses sentiments. Ce n’était pas comme si leur interrogateur était seulement humain.
Une bête fauve, cruelle et…
Et qui protége un bébé après avoir été blessé.
Crétins ! Aussi bien Phinks et Feitan.
Shalnark se compte dans le lot lorsqu’il se voit s’agenouiller aux côtés de leur petit compagnon, tout en surveillant ses arrières.
Uvogin doit se tordre de rire de là où il les regarde !
Le projectile de nen irradie toujours d’énergie dans le corps du petit homme, dans le dos, au niveau des reins. Ça ne doit pas faire du bien et… Shalnark sait comment son compagnon réagit à la douleur.
Mal.
— Fei… Laisse-moi prendre le contrôle, murmure-t-il sans réussir à masquer sa nervosité.
L’aura du jeune homme a déjà un peu changé et Phinks le regarde avec un air buté, de la sueur brillant sur son front.
De la sueur ?
Ou de la fièvre.
— Fei ! répète-t-il d’une voix urgente.
Il a déjà son aiguille dans la main, il n’attend plus que l’assentiment de l’intéressé. Les yeux gris s’écarquillent.
/Merde ! Pas bon, ça !/
À ses côtés, Phinks gronde et… Le grand blond la lui prend des mains pour la planter dans la nuque de la minuscule araignée… avant qu’elle ne puisse refuser ou même réagir. Son Black Voices s’active et Feitan s’affaisse et Shalnark a juste le temps de l’attraper par les épaules tandis que le guerrier récupère la petite Rose.
— Porte-le. Je ne pourrai utiliser qu’un bras mais… Il suffira à vous protéger, gronde Phinks.
Shalnark n’envisage même pas de manipuler le corps de Feitan comme une marionnette, il le soulève prudemment. Le petit homme est aussi léger qu’il semble minuscule. Sa tête roule en arrière et le blondinet le réarrange plus confortablement avant de se redresser et de suivre Phinks. Ce dernier n’utilise pas son Nen. Pas avec le projectile toujours fiché dans son bras et qui irradie d’énergie. Ils ont deviné qu’il était prévu pour réagir à la moindre décharge d’aura.
Ils ne rejoignent pas Machi.
Pas question de compromettre une autre araignée.
La planque où les emmène Phinks se trouve dans un quartier industriel miteux, un hangar en ruine parmi tant d’autres. Au moins, la couverture réseau est décente et Shalnark prévient les autres membres de la troupe après avoir installé Feitan sur une couche improvisée.
I just read your Feitan x reader with no strings attached arrangement but secretly falling for each other and I loved it! It was sooo good! Can I ask for something similar but with Phinks?
Okay wait... I did NOT expect to crush on Phinks while writing this???? I think I have a new fictional character to obsess over....
Warnings (I'm trying to include this in my posts but I keep forgetting 🥹): well, it's similar to the feitan x reader fic, so it's smut :3
Hope everyone's doing okay and life's treating you well! Enjoy reading 🤍✨
Word Count: 2846
‘Absolutely not’, you protested, ‘I’m not going with Mister Tracksuit over there’. ‘You think I want to go with you?’, Phinks scoffed, ‘I would rather go with that clown over there’.
‘Magician’, Hisoka corrected the blonde, a smirk on his face.
‘It’s the same thing, Hisoka! You play with fucking cards and draw shit under your eyes... You sure look like a clown to me’, you were tired of his bullshit.
His eyes met yours, leaving a shiver down your spine. For a second, you forgot how much he creeped you out.
‘No fighting between members’, Chrollo’s cold voice filled the old and abandoned room, ‘I think you both misunderstood me… I didn’t ask’.
Right. It was an order.
‘Sorry boss’, you lowered your head. ‘Hm, sorry’, Phinks quickly followed your lead. ‘I want you to attend this’, Chrollo held up a poster of some sort of event. ‘A masked ball?’, you frowned, ‘You want me to take that to a masked ball? You’ve seen what he wears, right boss?’. ‘Don’t worry’, Chrollo smirked, ‘I know you’re quite new to the Troupe, but Phinks doesn’t mind wearing a suit’.
Phinks ignored your childish insult. What did you know about him anyway?
‘What do we need to do, boss?’. ‘Want you to get these’, Chrollo answered the blonde.
‘All of them?’, you widened your eyes. ‘All of them’, a sparkle in Chrollo’s eyes.
You were in awe when you saw the pictures on his phone of all sorts of jewelry. Each one was set with the most beautiful diamonds you’ve ever seen.
‘Can I keep this one, boss?’, you sweetly smiled. ‘Idiot’, Phinks scoffed, ‘How many times does he have to explain that the goods we steal are meant to be sold, not kept'.
Chrollo’s eyes darted back and forth every time the other scoffed back. He didn’t like pairing you up with Phinks, but both of your abilities were perfect for the job. Phinks’ strength would come in handy if a fight were to break out, and your appearance would fit right into the crowd of arrogant, rich bastards.
‘So, everything clear?’. Chrollo waited for the two of you to stop bickering. ‘I already got you a dress, Y/N. I expect you to keep those rich scumbags occupied while gathering all the information you can’.
‘Don’t worry, boss, I’ll flirt my way up the ladder’.
‘Good’, a content smile on his face before looking at your partner. ‘I want you to keep an eye on her, don’t want any perverts touching her in inappropriate places, and yes’, Chrollo sighed before continuing, ‘I know you can defend yourself Y/N, but I need you to appear innocent and elegant’.
Chrollo waited for Phinks to agree with his plan, but he noticed the way the vein on his temple had started to throb.
‘Fine’, Phinks replied coldly.
‘That’s why I need you to pretend you’re her bodyguard’. ‘Excuse me?’, the blonde gritted his teeth together, a forced smile on his face. ‘There won’t be a discussion about this, Phinks. I’ll send you the address of the hotel you’re staying in. Everything you’ll need will be in your room’.
What was he complaining about? It’s not like you enjoyed playing the helpless and defenseless, innocent girl.
---
‘Move’, Phinks pushed you aside, ‘Are you really that dumb?’. ‘I’m telling you, the card is broken!’, you raised your voice, ‘The room won’t open, no matter how many times I hold it in front of the –‘.
‘Idiot’, the vein on Phinks’ temple was already throbbing when he effortlessly opened the door.
‘How was I supposed to know you need to shove it in there? You can barely see the slot!’. ‘It’s called common sense, ever heard of it?’. ‘Shut up’, you pushed against his shoulder while entering the room.
You scanned the room, noticing the beautiful shopping bags that were on the bed. It was obvious Chrollo had bought the most expensive clothes for this mission, as it was necessary to fit in with the high-end crowd.
‘Where’s the other bed?’, you hastily looked across the room. ‘It’s a suite idiot, there isn’t another one’. ‘You’re not sleeping in one bed with me, you can sleep on the ground’. ‘You sleep on the ground, since you’re the one making a problem out of it’.
Sometimes it felt almost exhausting, the back and forth bickering with Phinks.
‘Tsk’, you angrily walked to the bathroom, loudly smacking the door behind you.
You locked the door before sitting down on the toilet lid with your hands in your hair. ‘Make the best out of it, even if you don’t like him. Just pretend’. You needed to convince yourself to be the bigger person, to go on this mission with Phinks and not kill each other.
‘Phinks?’, you tried to sound friendly. ‘Hellooo?’, you chanted, already annoyed that he didn’t answer.
Huh? He was nowhere to be seen. Did he leave?
‘Whatever’, you murmured before looking into one of the bags, inspecting the dress Chrollo got you. ‘Of course, a red ballgown, perfect for a masked ball’, you rolled your eyes. ‘Better try it on’, you picked up the bag and went to the excessively large bathroom.
‘Shit’, you looked for a place to hide when you heard someone open the door. You didn’t want Phinks to see you like this; turning like a princess in front of the mirror. He couldn’t see you with your guard down.
‘Y/N?’, Phinks sighed, his eyes locked on the ground when he entered the room, ‘Listen, I want this mission to succeed so why don’t we-‘.
Phinks eyes went round when he saw you, his feet glued to the floor.
‘D-don’t look!’, you hastily turned around, ‘I-I just wanted to know if it fitted me, that’s all!’.
It didn’t just ‘fit’ you. No, it looked as if the dress was made just for you. Your breasts were nicely pushed together, your waist accentuated in all the right spots… You looked as if you stepped right out of a fairy tale.
‘I’m going to see it tomorrow anyway’, Phinks tried to reply as coldly as possible, ‘I brought you this’.
You slowly looked over your shoulder, a red glow on your cheeks.
‘Chai latte, you drink this every morning, don't you?’.
‘Is it poisoned?’, you unnecessarily snapped back. ‘Look’, Phinks placed the cup on the table next to him, ‘Let’s just try to get along, okay? Or at least pretend’.
He had to force himself to look away from you, to remember all the scolding and insults between you two. He didn’t like what he felt when he looked at you right now; the way his heart was beating out of his chest, or the way his hands had started to shake.
‘Thanks for the latte’, you softly replied, ‘I’m going to get changed’.
---
‘Bored’, you sighed while laying down on the bed, ‘Want to go out?’. ‘To where?’, Phinks was lying next to you, staring at the ceiling. ‘Don’t know, a bar, maybe?’. ‘Fuck it, why not?’, he grunted while sitting up straight, ‘Mission’s not until tomorrow evening, a few drinks won’t hurt’.
Yeah, a few drinks won’t hurt, but you didn’t have a few, did you?
‘F-fei…’, you hiccuped. ‘Stop calling me Fei!’, Phinks tightened his grip around his glass, ‘I know you’re dumb, but I didn’t know you were blind too’. ‘Stop pouting, crybaby’, you playfully punched him, ‘You know… You’re actually not that bad to be around’. ‘You’re just drunk’, Phinks smirked while taking another shot. ‘N-no no no!’, you hastily replied, ‘I’m serious! I’m having a really good time’.
‘You’re okay too, I guess’, Phinks looked at the empty glasses in front of him.
You weren’t the only one who had a little too much to drink, even Phinks had started to feel the effects of the alcohol.
‘Let’s go to a karaoke bar!’, you startled Phinks when you suddenly pushed your chair back. ‘Careful’, he placed his hand on your back when he noticed your wobbly stance.
Shit, you could feel your cheeks getting red again at the unexpected touch. His hand was big, bigger than the width of your back, or so it felt like anyway.
‘M-maybe it’s best if we go back to the hotel’, you stumbled over your words, ‘I-I’m tired’.
You wanted to avoid these kinds of moments at all costs; the burning cheeks, the tingles in your stomach… No, it was best if you just went to sleep.
‘I agree’, Phinks tried to remove his hand from your back, but it felt as if it was glued onto you. ‘I-I’ll guide you to the taxi, don’t want you to fall’.
And he did. He kept his hand firmly on your back, making sure you didn’t hurt yourself.
‘You okay?’, Phinks frowned when he noticed the way you’d started to walk closer to him, causing his arm to fully wrap around your waist. ‘Hm’, you shyly nodded, ‘I’m okay’.
All the laughs, the giggles… They completely disappeared once you were sitting next to him in the car. All that there was left was an awkward silence.
‘Here’, Phinks opened your door after paying the driver, ‘I’ll help you’. ‘N-no I’m fine, thanks’.
He couldn’t deny it any longer, you were beautiful. Even with your messy hair, your drunken giggles… You were unapologetically beautiful.
‘Watch out’, Phinks grabbed your arm when he saw you were going to fall, ‘You sure you’re okay?’.
No. No, you weren’t okay. You were everything but ‘okay’. You were drunk, and you couldn’t stop thinking about kissing him.
‘Sorry’, you smiled, ‘J-just a little drunk, but I’m fine, really’.
You immediately headed to the bathroom once you entered the room. You needed a moment to recollect yourself.
‘Get yourself together’, you looked into the mirror while putting your hair up into a messy bun, ‘You’re not going to kiss him, okay? You’re not!’.
You angrily undressed before putting on one of your comfy, oversized shirts you always slept in.
‘Hm?’, you froze when you saw Phinks sitting on the bed. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, or pants, just his boxers. ‘Sorry’, Phinks laid down when he heard you, ‘'Can't sleep with a lot of clothes on’. ‘O-oh r-right, n-no that’s fine’, you nervously giggled before laying down next to him.
God, this must have been the most awkward moment of your life. Did that mean Phinks felt it too? The tension in the air? Or was it just you?
‘Goodnight’, you shyly whispered once you lay as far away from his as possible.
No response.
‘Are we going to do this or not?’. ‘Huh?’, you slowly turned your head. ‘Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about’, his hand slowly stroked over your leg. ‘D-don’t’, you shyly pulled your leg away.
‘You don’t want this?’.
You did, you wanted this so bad. It was all you could think about.
‘Y-you’re drunk’. ‘So are you’.
‘What happens when we wake up?’, you slowly shuffled closer to him. ‘We pretend it never happened. We pretend we came back and went to sleep’, Phinks happily welcomed your body against his, his hand slowly stroking over your back.
You felt so small in his arms, so safe.
‘Okay’, you looked into his eyes, unsure of what to do next. ‘Are you nervous?’, his hand gently pulled on the fabric of your shirt, ‘This isn’t your first time, is it?’.
‘N-no, of course not!’, you frowned, ‘And I’m not nervous’.
You were though, you were extremely nervous.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle’, he smirked while playing with the thin band of your slip.
‘S-shut up’, you wanted to hide your face, to hide your flush cheeks. ‘Don’t do that’, he softly tilted your head, his thumb stroking over your bottom lip.
How could he be this gentle? This affectionate? For some reason, you thought he would be rough and impatient.
‘Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?’. ‘Hm’, you softly replied, heart beating out of your chest.
He took his time before finally kissing you. First placing a few kisses on your cheek, your neck… But once he did, you felt like you were going crazy. His kiss was so passionate, so tender.
‘Ssh’, he smiled when he heard your cute, little whimpers, ‘I’m only kissing you’. Phinks slowly moved his hand to your legs, slowly spreading them, ‘Wonder how you’ll sound when I do this’.
‘Hmpf’, you immediately grabbed onto the sheets next to you when you felt his digits gently rubbing over your panties. ‘God, you’re soaking wet’, he looked into your eyes with disbelief, ‘How do you want me to take my time with you when you’re practically begging to be fucked?’.
‘Don’t’, you shakily responded, ‘Need you now, can’t wait’.
You easily slipped off your panties, after which Phinks gladly pulled off your shirt.
‘Too perfect’, he placed soft kisses on your breasts, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you.
‘Ready for me, princess?’. ‘D-don’t call me that’. ‘How can I not call you that after seeing you in your dress? You looked stunning’. ‘Shut up’, you pressed your lips against his, trying to stir away from the awkward topic.
‘Shit’, Phinks eyes shot towards yours when he pressed his tip against your entrance, ‘You’re so tight, you sure you can take me?’. ‘Uhu’, your tongue grazed your bottom lip, ‘Please Phinks, don’t tease me’.
‘Be careful what you wish for’, a devilish smirk before he bottomed out in one thrust. ‘Shit’, your legs instantly wrapped around him, trying to hold him in place for a second.
You weren’t the only one who needed to get used to this feeling. Phinks needed to do the same. Your walls were already clenching around him so nicely… It felt as if you were made for him.
‘Can I?’, concerned eyes scanned your face. You nodded in response, ‘Y-you can mo-‘.
Phinks couldn’t wait for you to finish your sentence. Once he heard ‘you can’, he slowly started thrusting in and out of you.
‘How can you be this tight?’, he grunted while trying to contain himself, because he wanted to fuck you dumb. He wanted to see you trembling underneath him, to hear you beg him to stop… but he couldn’t.
He didn’t want the first and last time with you to be like that. Maybe it was the booze that made him feel like this, but he had too much respect for you to fuck you like a one-night stand. He wanted to take you as if you were his lover, as if you were the most precious thing in the entire world. So he made sure to take his time, to let his hands explore your body, to let his tongue taste you…
‘Phinks I’m going to-‘, ‘That’s okay princess, you can come’, his thumb gently pressed down on your little nub, ‘Want me to come with you?’.
‘Y-yes, please Phinks’.
‘Keep calling out my name, can you do that for me?’, he started to draw circles on your little nub, ‘I want to hear you say my name when you come, okay?’.
And you obeyed. You kept calling out his name, over and over again. Honestly, it sounded like music to his ears. No one ever called out his name so sweetly as you.
‘Going to come princess’, he looked into your eyes, ‘Want you to take all of it, okay? Don’t want you to waste anything’.
You eagerly nodded; chin tilted towards the ceiling as you felt the heat rise to your stomach.
‘S-shit’, Phinks let his head rest against your shoulder, ‘You okay?’.
You nodded, still shaking from your orgasm.
‘Felt really good’, you sighed once Phinks laid down next to you, your arm resting on your forehead. ‘It did’, the blonde agreed, still trying to catch his breath.
‘I’ll get something to clean you up’, he walked to the bathroom, quickly grabbing a towel.
‘Thanks’, you awkwardly whispered once he was done, ‘Goodnight’. ‘Night’, Phinks replied, already regretting what happened. How was he supposed to pretend nothing had happened when no one ever made him feel like this?
It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. The mixture of alcohol with the high after an orgasm ensured a deep sleep.
‘Huh?’, you woke up to the sound of Phinks getting dressed. It took you a moment before you realized that you needed to pretend nothing had happened.
‘Morning’, Phinks coldly greeted you while putting on his shoes, ‘Going to take a walk, see you later’. ‘Y-yeah, later’, you tried to hide the lump in your throat.
Phinks didn’t want this. He didn’t want to pretend like nothing had happened, but you made it clear you wanted to. Otherwise, you would’ve said something after you slept with him, or at least cuddled him, right?
‘Chai latte?’, he paused before opening the door. ‘Please’.
(This probably isn’t that great but i thought the idea was funny.)
(THIS PHOTO AHAHGE)
-God knows how this idea even came up.
-Maybe someone mentioned going, maybe Chrollo decided it was a way for the troupe to get closer, perhaps it was just a way to fill in the time.
-Whatever reason it was, they ended up in a Aquarium.
Chrollo:
-Carefully admiring the fish. Slowly walking up to each and every tank, taking it all in, but absolutely not for the reason you think.
-After awhile Chrollo goes up to an employee to ask about the prices on the sea horses.
- “Prices? Oh no sir, none of the aquatic life in this building is up for sale. I would be happy to show you the way to the gift shop though.”
- He is so confused, Chrollo just doesn’t understand.
-Walks to the gift shop to see what types of fish are there.
-Instead of fish he finds tee-shirts, keychains, and stupid overpriced stuffed animals.
-Is this some type of joke?
-Walks up to a different employee and starts questioning them.
-Asks about every kind of fish he has the slightest interest in owning.
- Probably will ask for the manager after the third worker he talks to explains they can’t sell him any of the fish.
-Might sneak in later if he really wants some fish that badly.
Hisoka:
-Hisoka didn’t want to go.
- At first, he followed Machi around, but got bored after being ignored for 5 minutes.
-Wandered around aimlessly until he saw a few little kids by themselves around the shark tank.
- Now he is standing around the shark tank, talking to unattended children.
-Most likely tells them that the employees feed the sharks children who get lost in the aquarium or all the misbehaved kids get thrown in with the sharks to be eaten alive, something like that.
- He does this for about 20 minutes before a employee overheard and had him sent to the mangers office.
-He wasn’t banned but was given a warning before being escorted out.
Shizuku:
-You wouldn’t know it but she was one of the members who was actually excited to go.
-Doesn’t care for the birds, seals, and penguins too much.
-Instead she loves fish!
-She just really loves fish.. a little too much.
-Shizuku is the one pressed up against the glass creating a foggy mark.
-Standing in one spot for a long time blocking the view for everyone else. If someone asks her to move she will ignore them.
-Almost like a little kid.
-Shizuku was so focused on watching the fish she barely made it half way through the first floor when everyone else was ready to leave.
-Super disappointed.
- Franklin offered to stay behind with her so she could see everything.
Feitan:
-Feitan wasn’t the slightest bit happy about this trip to the aquarium.
-He thought they were dirty, boring, and he hated all the screaming children.
-Tried to stay in the car, but Phinks influenced him to go in.
-Looked at everything in the building quickly, then stood by the entrance ready to go wait inside the car.
-Just before he was about to leave he saw an tank with penguins.
-He stood at the railing that overlooked the tank and watched the penguins do literally nothing. They just stood around.
- Started throwing trash that was on the ground at the penguins.
-Phinks saw him and joined in shortly after.
-Both of them laughed and called the penguins mean names all while throwing soda can after soda can.
-They both got kicked out, and were banned from the aquarium for life.
Phinks:
-He influenced Feitan to go inside since he didn’t want to go either.
-As soon as he walked in Feitan went off by himself anyway.
- Phinks thought all the fish were lame.
-He looked around the gift shop the made his way to the seals. Then found Feitan throwing trash at the penguins.
-Phinks lifted the nearest trash can off the ground over to the penguin tank.
-Threw trash with Feitan until he saw a worker stomping over.
-Before the employee got too close, he threw the entire trash can into the tank.
(Smh..)
Pakunoda:
-Going the aquarium wouldn’t of been her first option, but she didn’t mind going along with everyone.
- Had a great time actually.
- Sat in at the seal show, watched them do tricks for about an hour.
-Bought some food with Franklin and bought something small at the gift shop.
-She bought a small keychain with a little seal on it!
-Spent the day by herself but she didn’t mind.
-Once the troupe met up after, everyone made fun of her for buying the keychain.
- Franklin
-Didn’t have an opinion about going.
-Looked around at the tanks on the first floor.
-Got some food with Paku before heading to the second floor.
- He was starting to enjoy his time, peacefully watching the fish.
- He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard snickering and laughing.
-Turned his head a bit to see two teenage girls whispering to each other, snickering, and pointing at him.
- His mood was ruined.
-After that he didn’t want to be there anymore.
- He went back downstairs and stood with shizuku until everyone else was ready to leave.
-Offered to stay behind for shizuku though.
-Poor Franklin..
Uvogin:
-Uvogin and Nobunaga were both drunk out of their minds.
-Uvogin thought they were going on a mission until they were standing in line for tickets.
-Told Nobunaga to get him a ticket as he ran back to the car to grab the last few beers that were left.
-After going inside Nobunaga and Uvogin stumbled to each of the fish tanks.
-Both of them compared the fish to other things that were gross and mean, then laughed hysterically about it.
-Then at one point nobunaga went to the bathroom.
-Uvogin ‘accidentally’ smashed open the glass to one of the smaller enclosures with some type of sea bird in it.
-Uvo jumped up and down booming with laughter as the birds squawked and flew everywhere.
-Nobunaga was quick to run over and drag Uvo out of the Aquarium before they got in trouble.
-Uvogin passed out in the car while waiting to leave.
Nobunaga:
-Mentioned before, Uvogin and Nobunaga were very drunk.
- Had a fun time with Uvogin before he needed to use the bathroom. I guess he drank a little too much.
- Once he walked in two employees on their lunch breaks, eyed him down.
-After doing his business, he walked over to wash his hands before being stopped by the two workers.
-Both employees demanded that he threw out the alcohol since it wasn’t allowed, and many people under the influence have caused damage in the past.
(Little did they know..)
-It was a half empty beer can, but that didn’t matter to Nobu.
-Nobunaga wasn’t having it. All three argued back and forth, until a huge shatter, screams, and other unrecognizable noises could be heard from outside the bathroom.
-Nobunaga knew damn well what it was. He dashed out into the hallway grabbed Uvo and ran out.
-Scolded Uvogin once they made it inside the car, before he passed out.
-Watched the news about it later..
Shalnark:
-It was probably his idea to go the aquarium if anything.
-The whole car ride he looked up everything about the aquarium and kept talking about it until they got there.
-It pissed everyone off.
-He knew where everything was and was way too excited, he could barely wait.
-Shalnark did so much research he already knew where everything was and he decided to start with the dolphins. (His all time favorite animal.)
-Almost was skipping to the dolphin enclosure.
-He stopped right in front of the tank.
-He stared in for a moment then realized the tank was empty. Looked around the area frantically for a employee, and ran up to the first one he could spot.
-Apparently they were not in this aquarium right now and the employee didn’t know why either.
-Shalnark was almost in tears as he shouted at the employee about how they needed to update their website and the aquarium was spreading false information.
-Two more workers came up and tried to calm him down.
-Everyone that walked by stared at the scene that Shalnark was causing.
-He sat down on one of the benches afterward and waited till it was time to leave.
-On the car ride back he stared out the window and ignored everyone.
Machi:
-Hisoka was pissing her off and ruining her time.
-After he left she got a bit of peace from his teasing.
-Until she felt a tug on her sleeve, she was about to lash out on this clown.
-She whipped her head around to find a little boy staring up at her.
“I lost my mommy.. could you help me?”
-She wasn’t angry anymore, but still visibly annoyed.
-This isn’t the way she wanted to spend her day at the aquarium, but she couldn’t just leave the kid, right?
“Fine..” Machi huffed out.
-Machi tried to lead the kid up to the front desk, but it was extremely difficult when the kid was so focused on each enclosure and sign he came across.
-It was like the kid didn’t care that he was lost at all.
-Once she got him to the front desk she planned to go back to the tank she left off at.
-Until the little boy asked her to wait.
-For some reason, she did.
-Once the kid’s mom came to get him, Machi started to walk back to where she left off.
-Just then Chrollo told her it was time to leave.
-She was super angry.
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