#feitan

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.

G.F

he enjoys the sight of your little doodles and even offers to let you draw on him.

after seeing you do this so frequently, he’d get an idea. instead of drawing on yourself with markers, why don’t you paint? this would be self indulgent for gon, since he found out he liked the sensation of the brush on his skin. but who knows? maybe it’s beneficial to you too if you like the new medium.

K.Z

he would tease you at first, calling it childish and messy.

“drawing on yourself again? pfft you’re gonna die of ink poisoning some day.”

don’t take that seriously because he actually finds your designs insanely cool. when he’s in a softer mood, he might sit and watch you draw, lost in thought and curious about your artistic process.

he loves anything with dragons and might even come up with a sketch of one you can do that runs all along your arm. you’d find it in one of his notebooks and surprise him the next time you saw each other.

K.K

kurapika would notice you doing this all the time if you worked with him. he knew that letting you sit in his lap as he researched meant his pens would eventually find their way into your hands.. he won’t say anything.

however, he would prefer you didn’t draw on his hands since he’s usually using them. it also comes off as a bit unprofessional for him to have doodles all over in front of a client. he might even hand you a notepad to encourage you to busy yourself a different way.

but man, imagine you drew chains up your arm and pretended to shoot chain jail at him or something. the sight would be so utterly endearing that he’d look away, the beginnings of a grin forming on his lips.

L.P

i can see leorio being the type to sketch things in the bylines of notes, tapping his pen against his chin—things that he picked up in med school. so when he sees you drawing on yourself, he can understand it. other than that, he really doesn’t care or notice most of the time.

he may point it out if your skin gets irritated or if you try to draw over broken skin. do that and he’ll pass you some sticky notes and tell you to draw on that instead.

H.M

this is the guy that draws teardrops and stars on his face every single day. your artistry is absolutely shared. perhaps he’ll even ask you to draw those symbols on him some days, so he can carry a little piece of you with him during battle.

maybe you’d draw a four leaf clover before one of his fights for luck—of which he’d promptly erase. why? because he doesn’t need it, of course.

I.Z

illumi is completely confused by this habit. he hardly understands most hobbies, so idle past-times like this make even less sense. but when it comes to you, he always lets you do as you please, accepting that he won’t understand your normality.

want to draw on him? he doesn’t care. just don’t be upset when he makes you wipe it off later.

C.L

watching you doodle on yourself is an endearing pastime for him. he’s honestly just fascinated by all of your behaviors. why do you draw on your hands instead of paper? is it a sign that you’re bored? some hint that you want to enter the tattoo artist occupation?

he’d ask you all of these things while you draw and you’d probably tune it all out. not that he cares; he hopes to find the answer himself.

extra!

UVOGIN

he loves your little quirk, telling you to decorate his torso and arms with your designs. he’s like a blank canvas for you, as long as you’re okay with his endless talking the whole time.

he will absolutely kill you if he catches you drawing a dick on him AND consider your doodling privileges revoked! indefinitely! (a word he learned from chrollo).

SHALNARK

also loves your creativity, though he insists that you use a digital platform instead. he’s even hacked into programs like adobe so you can have premium subscriptions, but you brush it off. you prefer your skin after all.

at that, he’s pretty confused, viewing things more technically. isn’t it more annoying because of how skin can move? or how the natural oils on your hands messes up the pen tip? after giving you a whole lecture on the disadvantage of hand drawing, you finally give in to trying digital art.

now, if you decided to draw on him instead, all of those cons would suddenly vanish.

SHIZUKU

draw on yourself all you like—she would take a long time to actually notice. one day she’d randomly spot your drawings, raising a brow at them.

“when’d you get those tattoos?” and after you explain that not only are they pen ink, but that they’ve been there for days, she’s very shocked that she didn’t see them earlier.

as for writing on shizuku? it’d be a huge help if you wrote out reminders for her, one she’d definitely thank you for.

PAKUNODA

she finds it super adorable of you, offering her own arms to draw on and even giving you ideas here and there. she’ll frequently ask you what you’re drawing, nodding her head as if especially interested in this little hobby.

one of her favorite things to do would be to cuddle while you doodle.

MACHI

machi’s very observant and would notice pretty soon after meeting you. she’d assume it’s a habit of boredom, so try not to do it mid-conversation. if you do? she’ll guide your chin up with her hands with a muttered:

“are you even listening?” and all of her usual sass. if you want to scribble on her, expect to be told no. but perhaps at night, when she’s laying in bed and much softer.. she might humor you.

FEITAN

he thinks it’s stupid and eyes you dubiously as you draw away on your hands during a troupe meeting. his gaze just keeps drifting over to you as chrollo talks. when he gets the chance to speak to you, the first thing he does is tug your hands closer so he can at least see the thing that took up all your attention.

“silly scribbles. why do them?”

“Alright, kid. Lady at the store said this was good for babies.” Uvo holds up a bag of mixed vegetables. “Personally I prefer meat and beer, but I don’t know how many teeth you have yet, and most people say babies can’t have alcohol.” That’s a shame, considering his fridge is mostly beer.

You don’t really reply to him, but that’s because you’re so focused on colouring in pictures. Maybe Uvo shouldn’t have left you alone, but whatever. You seem okay. You usually cry if he’s not around though. Then again, you’re probably really hungry. Uvogin has decided kids are useless, because you don’t eat any of the food he does. He tried to give you beef jerky and you spat it out, much to his annoyance.

“And I gotta stop calling you kid,” he says to himself. He walks over to you and gets down on his knees to seem less intimidating, though you’ve not seemed to mind that yet. “What’s your name?”

You pause and then hold up your teddy bear. “Bear.”

Uvo pulls a face. “No, that’s not - I mean your name.” Your last connection to your clan, apart from your eyes.

“Bear bear!” you happily say, passing him your bear like it means anything. Uvo sighs. This won’t get him anywhere.

“Do you know what a name is? Naaameee.” He points at himself and then at you. “I’m Uvogin. Who are you?”

Nothing in your expression changes. Uvo thinks it’s for the better though. He wouldn’t want to remember your old life anyway. “Okay, kid. This isn’t working. So I’m just gonna call you…” He doesn’t know if he can call you Sarasa actually. He doesn’t want that to drive him mad. Or madder.

Uvo thinks for a moment. “Eh, Gremlin will do. You’re a gremlin anyway.”

“Gremlin!” you repeat. Uvo nods. Yeah, this’ll work.

Nobunaga knocks at the door. Uvo should be home, even if this is a surprise visit. He just fancied going to a bar and drinking like always. When there’s no response, he shrugs and just uses his key to open the door. Not like there’s anything he hasn’t seen anyway.

“Uvo! Hey, Uvo?” Nobunaga makes it two steps before seeing you, sat on Uvo’s ratty old couch and drawing what looks like an awful interpretation of Uvogin.

Nobunaga’s soul all but leaves his body. What the fuck? He doesn’t remember Uvo having a kid. Sure, he’s drunk most of the time he hangs out with his best friend, but Nobunaga thinks he’d remember that.

“Uvo!” The man in question finally comes into the living room, hair damp. “Uvo.”

“Yeah?”

“Uvo?” Nobunaga repeats for a third time.

“What?”

“Why do you have a child?!” You don’t even look like Uvogin! You look - Nobunaga sees it. Not as strongly as Uvo does, but enough to see Sarasa in your face as the light catches it.

Uvo just shrugs. “I dunno. I guess I’m her older brother.”

That breaks Nobunaga’s stare, and he focuses on Uvogin again. “When did this happen?”

“A few weeks ago.”

“A few weeks? Uvo, that’s a toddler! It takes more than a few weeks to make a-”

“She’s not related to me!” Uvo says. Well, Nobunaga can clearly see that.

“Okay. Then where’d you get her from?” He looks at you again. And realises. “Uvo… Uvo, is that a - that’s a Kurta?”

Uvogin shrugs again. “Relax. She doesn’t remember any of it, and she’s mine now anyway.”

Nobunaga runs his hand through his hair. This can’t be happening. “Oh my god. She’s a Kurta. She’s going to grow up, see Scarlet Eyes, and murder us.”

Uvo laughs like that’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “She’s not a Kurta anymore. I told you. She’s mine.” He crouches slightly and faces you. “Hey, kid. Come meet Nobunaga.” You put your crayon down and shuffle towards him. Uvo catches you when you stumble and puts you in an unwilling Nobunaga’s arms.

You squint up at him like you’re trying to make sense of him. “No… Nobu… Noba…”

“Nobunaga,” Nobunaga says.

You try for a bit longer and then point at him. “Nobu.”

Nobunaga’s heart might have just melted. “Yeah, I’m Nobu. That’s right. Well done, kiddo.”

Uvo grins in the most little shit way possible. “Knew you’d like her.”

“I didn’t want to like her! I came here for drinks! And now I’d…” You gently touch his hair without pulling it.

Yeah, Nobunaga is pretty sure he’d die for you.

Nobunaga visits often, teaching you how to hold a stick like it’s a sword. You don’t seem that interested though, as you just keep hitting him in the knees with it. Uvo encourages that.

It’ll be strange seeing Uvo without you today, but as the Spiders are all on a mission, Nobunaga assumes you’ll be left at home. Not great for you mentally, but what can he do?

His assumption is very wrong.

Uvo is uncharacteristically late, which already gets the troupe’s attention, but when little footsteps echo down the hallway, everyone goes from concerned do confused.

No. No, he wouldn’t. He didn’t. He couldn’t.

Nobunaga’s jaw goes slack as you make your way slowly into the base, Uvogin, your 8ft 6 protector, strolling behind you.

“Sorry I’m late,” he bluntly says. “She wanted to stop for crackers.” There’s a clatter and a thump, and Nobunaga sees Feitan and Chrollo have respectively dropped their sword and book.

“Uvo!” Nobunaga yells. “Uvo! What did we talk about? Why is she here?” You run over to him laughing and happy to see your ‘Nobu’.

“She cries when I leave her alone for long,” Uvo explains. “I mean, she’s a baby.”

The murmurs go quiet as Chrollo stands up and makes his way to you. Nobunaga doesn’t miss the way Uvo keeps his eyes on you. Half pride and half worry that Chrollo will try see if you have your family’s eyes.

Chrollo stops just before you. “Uvo. Why is there a baby here?” He sounds so calm. How is he calm about this?

“Oh. She’s my sister. Can’t call her my daughter cause I don’t know anything about being a dad, so I’m her brother.”

“Ah,” is all Chrollo says. A nice leader-like way to process this.

Then you finally look at Chrollo. The boss pales, if only slightly. His hands twitch before he controls them.

“She looks like her.” Not everyone knows who he’s talking about, but those who do understand perfectly. Phinks goes as far as to do a double take.

“I know,” Uvo says. “That’s why I forgot to kill her. And, uh, can’t really do that anymore.” His gaze hardens. “And before any of you get any ideas, if her eyes turn red and you try taking them, I’ll tear you apart.”

So he’s basically shoved the fact you’re a Kurta out into the open air. There’s silence for a minute.

“No,” Chrollo agrees as you put your tiny hand in his open one. “It’s a rule that Spider doesn’t harm its own.”

You quickly get curious about these strangers, and so Uvo lets you wander around. Feitan hisses when you get close, and you hiss in return. He nods in a way that might be acceptance of your new standing. Machi would swear blind that she’s not, but her eyes constantly follow you as you move around. She’d also swear she didn’t form a tear at the sight of your face, but that’s a lie too.

Eventually, you make your way to Chrollo, and the book that contains all the Nen abilities he’s taken. Uvo’s breath hitches. He doesn’t know how Chrollo would react to that.

You point at the book. “Book.”

Chrollo freezes, and when he looks at you, his eyes are in a different time. Then when he blinks and lowers the book, he softens. “Yes, little one. It is a book.” You pause and then run your hands over it gently, like you can practically tell it’s precious.

Uvo knows Chrollo is seeing the same thing as him. The same trust. The same innocence. The same bright presence.

You even flip through the pages. Chrollo doesn’t even flinch. He even looks away, towards Uvo.

“What’s her name, by the way?”

Uvo smiles with pride. “Gremlin.”

The entire Troupe explodes at that.

“Uvo!”

“Are you fu - freaking kidding me?” That’s Phinks, remembering he’s in the presence of a toddler.

“Have you met a child?”

“That’s not a name!”

“Name her something normal!” Machi yells.

“I think Gremlin is a nice name,” Shizuku offers.

“Name fits, in my opinion.” Uvogin would be mad at Feitan if he didn’t have a point.

“It doesn’t fit!” Nobunaga protests. “She only hits if she has a weapon!”

“She likes it!” Uvo defends.

“Gremlin!” They all go quiet at hearing you say your ‘name’.

“See?” Uvo laughs. “She likes it!”

Despite themselves, the Troupe end up adoring you, though not as much as Chrollo and Uvogin do. Five seconds after meeting you, Shalnark downloads tons of kids games, ones that are easy on the eyes for babies and not overstimulating.

However, he ends up liking them more than you do. Most of the time you’ll get bored and wander off, while he’s furiously tapping at the screen and trying to beat the levels.

“No, no, Gremlin! You need to catch all the apples! Look at what big brother Shalnark’s doing! No!”

Uvo finds him three hours later, still playing.

Chrollo is besotted by you. Utterly besotted. He will more often than not be found with you instead of the other Spiders, putting on some classical music for you (though you prefer the loud rock that Uvo blasts).

He also takes it upon himself to teach you how to read.

“Every child deserves literacy,” he argues.

Uvo scoffs. “She doesn’t need to know how to read, boss. Not gonna force her to go to school. Who the fuck needs to find the x in real life anyway?”

Despite these complaints, Chrollo buys you plenty of educational books, and begins teaching you the alphabet. Uvo suspects that Chrollo’s enjoying the teaching more than you enjoy learning.

“The letter S is shaped like this. S is for ‘Spider’.” He taps the pen to his chest and yours. “Spider is us, okay?”

You could draw scribbles and barely legible letters and he’ll praise you like you wrote a thesis. Chrollo ends up spending day after day lying on the floor with you, patiently teaching you until you have a reading ability far higher than your age. Yet no matter how much he says you need to be able to do these things yourself, he will read it to you.

He’s grateful for how Uvo never comments on the fact most times, Chrollo will slip up and call you Sarasa.

While others in the Troupe tend to baby you, Feitan doesn’t. Machi makes you clothes, and Phinks pretends you’ve beaten him in wrestling, but Feitan doesn’t do any of the sort. In fact, he acts almost tsundere towards you. He’d die for you, doubtlessly, but he’ll never let that show.

In fact, he has an odd little nickname for you. As you only called him Fei for the first year of knowing him, he retaliated and shortened ‘Gremlin’ to ‘Grim’. You could run up to him and happily start speaking about a new book or fighting move, and he will say ‘Hello, Grim’.

He did get you a smaller version of his umbrella for your third birthday (aka the day Uvo found you, because none of them know your birthday), and laughs when you ‘beat’ Phinks in a wrestling match though.

You’re six when they start planning to go to YorkNew.

And you’re the absolute spit of Uvo in personality. You’re half wild and strong and feisty, and nothing at all like what a Kurta ought to be. You haven’t killed before, but it’s only a matter of time. When you come of age, you’re going to be made into Spider 0. That was the conclusion Chrollo came to. You’re the next generation of the Spider. The blank slate. The new beginning. Their symbol.

Also much like Uvogin, you only listen to Chrollo and the other members of the Spider. The rest of the world could burn in your eyes. You’ve never known anything but them. You don’t want any other life.

They’ve already warned you that out there are scary people who might want to hurt you for your red eyes. People who wouldn’t care for who you are, or how much the Troupe love you. Because of that, Uvo taught you how to fight at a young age, and how do bite. You’ve inherited his volume and most of his personality, and his loyalty. Sometimes the Troupe genuinely forgets you’re not actually his sister, and you’re the last surviving Kurta.

Not that they’d ever tell you what a Kurta is. You were never meant to be with that clan anyway. They couldn’t even protect themselves, let alone you. You’re just aware that Uvogin took you in and your biological family were too weak to be fitting parental figures.

Uvo loves you more than anything in the world. You’re his legacy, and his kid. Maybe you started a a a replacement for Sarasa, but you’re a piece of him now too. He swears that he was meant to find you, and you were meant to be part of the Spider. Why else would you be born looking exactly like Sarasa?

He’ll still see her in you though. Especially when you trail after him and Chrollo with a fearless smile.

Uvo lost Sarasa. He’s not losing you.

Kurapika sometimes hears stories about surviving clan members. All rumours, because he buried everyone who was said to survive.

Except one.

He never found you by your parents. Of course, he’s not foolish enough to think his baby sister is alive, but he hopes. He hopes so bitterly. He doesn’t know how you’re still alive, but logic evades him when it comes to you.

He’s got a reward on every Hunter website for your safe return to him. For there to be another Kurta, let alone it being his sister… he doesn’t know how he could ever let you out of his sight again.

The car goes hurtling down the street, and you yelp and dig your nails into Feitan’s arms.

“Grim!”

“Sorry, Fei-Fei!”

Shalnark brakes suddenly, and the car twists around. You look out the window for that split second. There’s a large group of people about, but no one’s that focused on Shalnark’s awful driving. You were meant to stay at the base until tonight, when the auction would be raided, but you’d so badly wanted ice cream. As soon as you’d mentioned it, Shalnark had the same craving, and so he, Phinks, and Feitan promised to take you.

Oh - someone is focused on the car. Some blonde boy.

Who’s staring at you.

It’s been four and a half years. The last time he saw you, you were barely able to walk. Your eyes hadn’t even turned scarlet.

And yet you’re here.

Impossibly, perfectly here.

Kurapika knows Leorio will call him insane. After all, he’s only seen you for less than a heartbeat, and it’s been so long.

But he knows. He knows because he’s your big brother, and the world is less terrible when he knows you’re alive. It will never erase the pain of the massacre, but to have you back. If Kurapika could’ve brought back anyone, it would be you.

Uncaring of anything else, he breaks away from Leorio and Gon. Killua briefly calls his name, but he can’t focus on that. All he can focus on is the fact you’re here. He doesn’t even notice who you’re with.

He can’t help switching into the Kurta tongue flawlessly despite how many years it’s been.

“Y/N! Y/N, it’s me! It’s Kurapika!”

The car races away and he can’t keep up with it. But he can hear you from where the window is down.

You look back to the weird blonde guy and frown before turning to Feitan.

“What was that language?”

Feitan shrugs. “Never heard it before. What’s a Y/N?”

You shrug too. “I don’t know. Can’t be anything to do with us. Now can we get ice cream?”

“Yeah,” Phinks adds, “before Shal murders us all.” You burst into laughter with your older brothers as Shalnark argues and protests and tells Phinks he can drive himself if it’s so awful.

“Where is she?” Kurapika asks. The chain is wrapped around Uvo’s heart. He’s so close to getting to you after so long. “I heard her say the name of your fellow Troupe member. Give her back to me and I’ll let you go free. I’ll let you all go free.”

Uvo laughs, and blood comes out of his mouth. “Go to hell, chain freak. Gremlin’s ours. Been like that since we found her.” Found her. As if they’d just encountered you randomly. As if they hadn’t killed your entire family.

Killed all but one. Kurapika tightens the chain.

“You think,” Uvo manages, ”I’m letting you drag my girl back to graves she doesn’t remember? She’s happier if she doesn’t know.” Kurapika knows he’s right about that. But damn it, your older brother needs you.

“You kept her alive all these years. Why? You killed others far younger than her.”

Uvogin grins. “She reminded me of someone. Couldn’t leave her. I got attached too quickly. I loved her the moment I saw her.”

No. That’s not true. Kurapika loved you the moment he saw you, the moment your mother placed you in his arms and told him to meet his new baby sister Y/N.

“You couldn’t leave her,” Kurapika repeats. “So you made her into one of you?”

“She wanted to be with us!” Uvo yells. The chain is too tight. He has to be using all of his strength for this. “She doesn’t know anything about you! Doesn’t even speak your language! Don’t waste your breath trying to remind her! The others will kill you before you get to her! She’s mine! Do you hear me? She’s my daugh-”

The chain crushes his heart. Kurapika supposes he should’ve asked for more information on the other Spiders. He doesn’t care though. Any mercy he had is gone now.

You sit up and blink, startled from your nap. Nobunaga notices and intentionally loses the game of cards he’s playing with Shalnark.

“Gremlin? You good?” He walks over to you. You frown. You feel fine. “Was it that ice cream? Shalnark, she’s six! You can’t just get her four scoops of ice cream. She’ll be sick.”

“No,” you interrupt. “I don’t feel sick. I just feel… weird. Like there was something in my chest.” A faint ember of scarlet blossoms in your eyes as you concentrate to recall the sharp feeling. Nobunaga doesn’t even bat an eye towards it, all of the Spider used to your eyes changing colour, and puts his hand on your forehead.

“You feel fine. No temperature.” He then laughs teasingly. “It’s just because Uvo’s not back yet, I bet. Jeez, you really don’t sleep well when he’s not around.”

He’s not back yet? You look around the hideout like he’ll appear.

“Nobu, when is he coming back?”

“I’m sure it’ll be soon, kiddo. Don’t you worry. Uvo would sooner die than miss telling you your favourite bedtime stories.” He ruffles your hair, but not like how Uvo does.

You partially relax as the other Spiders reassure you too.

with Chrollo nothing is really a gift, he always wants something in return especially if it’s somthing you asked for, he likes buying you things that are delicate, jewelry or vintage books that are really for him, he’s a fan of lace so you’ll also receive a generous amount of lacy lingerie, and he expects you to wear them

 

Feitan turns bare necessities into luxuries, pillows and blankets are a very well received gift from him as it’s almost always freezing in the basement he keeps you in for a long time before your trusted to go upstairs without constant supervision. Random little bags of candy are a treat he brings back from missions if you’ve been good

Nobunaga is a total pervert, he gives you skimpy clothes and sex toys that he expects you to try with him, gifts that don’t serve him directly are always bribes to get stuff out of you, he doesn’t like giving you activities, in his mind the more bored you are the more likely you are to come to him for entertainment

Franklin he likes getting you activities that keep you busy, he doesn’t care what kind of clothes you wear he takes basically your whole wardrobe from your old closet and lets you pick any new stuff you need or want, out of all the members he’s on the more bearable side

Uvogin gives you food whenever he wants to treat you, fresh fruit, sugary stuff, good takeout from your favourite restaurant after you were extra submissive in bed the day prior, he thinks good performance should be rewarded, the only other food you have access to is canned or expired and hardly edible to anyone that isn’t 8’6 with the immune system of an elephant so sufficed to say you’ll take whatever he’s willing to give you

Shizuku gets you things you can spend time building but also use afterwords, or cute things you can decorate your space with, legos, diamond art kits, stuff that a cute harmless things like you should you be doing in her mind

Shalnark likes getting video games or anything that you guys can do together, he also enjoys when you wear stuff in styles he likes so he’ll get you a fair share of cute clothes or accessories he wants to see you in

Phinks he gets you stuff you need unless you ask for something extra, he doesn’t just buy you little things, he wants you to come to him and ask for whatever you want, he’ll almost never say no unless it’s dangerous or you’ve been bad

Most of Pakunodas gifts come a couple months into your abduction, she likes getting you relaxing treatments and pink collar services, your hair and nails done by people who come to the apartment she keeps you in, she’d love to treat you to these things earlier but she had to make sure you could be civilized first

Machi buys you copies of stuff you had at your old house, she takes photos of products you used to buy and scents you like, snoops through your old devices to see what kind of luxurious things you couldn’t afford before and they randomly appear in your shower

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feitan paused. he tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he processed the words. break... a leg? usually, you were more specific about which fingernails to pull or which nerves to pinch. but he didn't question you. if that was the "good luck" technique you wanted, he was happy to oblige. he preferred the direct approach anyway.

outside you were leaning against the wall, listening to shalnark ramble about a new lead. "yeah, feitan's got it under control" you said into the receiver. "we should have the location by-"

CRACK.

a sickening, wet snap echoed through the thick door, followed by a scream so high-pitched it sounded like a dying whistle.

you winced, pulling the phone away from your ear. "wow, he's really getting straight to the point today." you murmured before going back to the call.

when you finally hung up and walked back in five minutes later the room was quiet. well, quiet except for the heavy, ragged sobbing of the man in the chair. feitan was standing there, wiping a bit of blood off his boot, looking remarkably satisfied with himself.

the prisoner's left leg was bent at an angle that legs are definitely not supposed to bend. it was a clean brutal snap of the femur.

"uh... fei?" you blinked, staring at the carnage. "what happened?"

feitan looked up at you, his expression as stoic as ever, though there was a hint of confusion in his dark eyes. "i do what you say" he muttered, gesturing to the mangled limb. "you say break leg. i break leg. he screamed lots... but he talk now."

he paused, looking at the other leg as if considering if he should do that one too. "you want other one now? or we go?"

you stared at him. the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. he actually thought it was an order.

"no, fei... it's- never mind" you sighed, hiding a smile behind your hand. "it worked. good job"

"hm. strange request" he grumbled, pulling his cowl back up over his face. "but if you like... i do it more times" he said quietly, making you chuckle.