I have a few requests if you don’t mind, for the Trouble Trio.
Could we get Feitan with a taller, but shy reader? One with a hopeless crush on him. Maybe it takes him a while to figure out the reader isn’t just acting this way out of intimidation because of his reputation. Maybe the reader takes just as long to realize Feitan is trying to show interest. Make our boy work And climb for it!
Then, what about Shalnark with a dominant reader? Most of the stories I’ve read featuring Shalnark have him as the one in pursuit, or doing the teasing. I think a slightly older, dominant reader would be interesting, bonus points if the flirting happens as enemies on a mission. Let poor Shal be the flustered one for a change.
Lastly, I would love to read some Phinks! Let us see some of his softer, more chivalrous side. Maybe he tries baking for the reader, and fails. Phinks gives the reader his jacket, or tries hand knitting a scarf. An offer to huddle close to him to keep warm when the temperature drops, and the reader is not dressed for the weather. Something sweet, to contrast his more aggressive behavior.
𝑨/𝑵:Hi anon, thank you so much for the request!! :-D Making their very first debut on our blog: the Trouble Trio!! Gosh, I really needed to write something for them and you gave me such an excellent idea for the first step, thank you!! I must confess I absolutely loved the ideas you gave for Phinks baking and knitting, LOL. I definitely have more ideas for the Trouble Trio, but I’ll post those in the future. I hope you enjoy what I wrote for each of them. Happy reading, everyone!! :-)
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🖤☠️ 𝐅𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐫: the merciless shadow
The predator’s misreading: Feitan is notoriously sadistic and impatient, used to seeing people tremble before him out of pure survival instinct. When you, being visibly taller than him, start to avert your gaze, stutter, and back away every time he enters the room, his brain—perfectly calibrated for torture—immediately assumes you are terrified of his reputation. He spends weeks cleaning his nails with the tip of one of his blades, inflating his own ego at the sight of a woman your size completely losing her composure around him. He finds your supposed dread amusing and, with silent disdain, merely brushes past you, muttering in his native dialect or dropping a dry: "Don't waste your breath shaking. If I wanted you dead, you already would be." To him, you are nothing more than an intriguing coward.
The reality check: His pride is severely tested the moment Phinks notices the truth before he does and lets out a booming laugh throughout the hideout, mocking the fact that the Troupe’s torturer is so utterly blind. Hearing that you aren't afraid, but rather have a hopeless crush on him, causes Feitan’s brain to short-circuit for a fraction of a second. He hates not having control over information. From then on, his gaze shifts from sadistic to analytical; he begins to observe you not as a helpless prey, but as an enigma he needs to solve. He starts to notice that when he gets close, your heart rate accelerates and your pupils dilate—there is none of the panic-induced adrenaline his usual victims exhibit, only the suffocating heat of embarrassment. The hunt has changed its face, and now he wants to see just how far this audacity goes.
Making the boy climb: Feitan doesn't know how to be romantic, let alone gentle, so his way of showing interest becomes a series of physical cornering and psychological tests to force a confession out of you. Since you are taller, he uses verticality to his advantage in a subtly aggressive way: he corners you against the concrete pillars of the hideout, stands on his tiptoes if necessary, or simply pulls you down by your shirt collar with brute force so that you are exactly at his eye level. He pins your body against his, demanding that you hold his gaze while his face remains mere inches from yours. "You look down on everyone else, but when you look at me, your eyes drop. Why?" He will tease you, invade your space, and leave you breathless, savoring every single second of the effort he has to put into dominating and subjugating a reader bigger than him. (I confess I laughed while writing Feitan on his tiptoes. Lmao)
The reflex test: Feitan is an assassin who lives in a state of maximum alertness, and the fact that you are taller and always around begins to mess with his paranoid instincts. To test whether your shyness isn't just a front for a highly trained spy, he starts to "fake attack" you around the hideout—throwing small throwing knives that graze past your hair or emerging from the shadows with his blade pressed against your neck. When he sees that you don't react with any combat techniques but instead just freeze, hold your breath, and turn completely crimson due to the extreme proximity, his sadism gains a hint of amusement. He slides the cold tip of his sword along your jawline, tilting his head slightly upward to lock his grey eyes onto yours: "Your eyes say you want me to bite. If I bite, you won't be able to handle it, dollface." He loves watching your height disappear as he makes you shrink from pure shame.
The silent claim over cards: When the other members of the Troupe are gathered to play cards or clean loot, Phinks or Hisoka will sometimes try to make crude jokes about your shyness or the height difference between the two of you. Before you can even stutter a response or run out of the room, Feitan cuts the conversation short without saying a single word. He simply walks over to where you are standing, sits on the table or on the arm of your chair—gaining the verticality he wants—and drops his high-collared coat onto your lap, commanding you to hold his cards. His silence and the death stare he shoots at the rest of the room are more than enough to shut anyone up. He doesn't need to admit anything out loud; by abruptly taking over your space and using you as his personal "assistant," he makes it crystal clear to the crew that you are under his jurisdiction, and no one touches what belongs to him.
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📱⚡ 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐤: the smiling mastermind
A game of chess amidst the chaos: Shalnark is the Troupe’s smiling brain, entirely used to dictating the rhythm of human interactions through his psychological manipulation or the direct use of Black Voice. When you face each other as enemies on opposite sides of a mission, he tries to use his classic golden-boy charm to disarm you, but you, being slightly older and more experienced, read his moves like a children’s book. While exchanging rapid blows or competing for the same data terminal in a dark room, you dodge one of his antennas with effortless ease, grip his wrist firmly, and whisper close to his ear while eyeing his suit: "You're much too pretty to be doing the Troupe's dirty work, boy. Why don't you let the adults handle this?" His picture-perfect smile falters for a fraction of a second, and the audacity of being treated like an innocent boy by such a dangerous woman makes his blood boil in all the wrong directions.
The smile that turns into a flush: You quickly turn flirting into a highly efficient psychological weapon against him, realizing that Shalnark’s ultimate weakness is losing control of the script. In a second encounter forced by the circumstances of the mission, you corner him verbally before he can even articulate any witty banter. You calmly walk up to him, ignoring the danger of his weapons, gently fix his shirt collar, and compliment his cologne while, with your other hand, slipping the keycard right out of his pocket. When he opens his mouth to try and regain his footing, you simply place a finger over his lips with a superior smirk: "Shh... you talk too much when you're nervous." For the first time in his life, the tips of Shalnark’s ears flush crimson and the phone in his hand suddenly feels too heavy, because his entire attention has been hijacked by the way you dictate the rules of the game.
Fascinated pride: His ego screams at him to activate Autopilot and put an end to the threat you pose, but the man in him is far too fascinated by the challenge to end the game so soon. Shalnark ends up reporting the mission's progress to Chrollo while deliberately omitting your existence, purely because he has developed an obsession with keeping you as his little secret. He spends the following nights at the hideout plotting digital strategies and tactics—not to eliminate you, but to try and reclaim dominance during your next encounter. He bites his lip in frustration and gets visibly flustered every time you show up out of nowhere on the next mission, knowing that despite being one of the most dangerous assassins in the world, he is completely vulnerable to your control.
The virtual cat-and-mouse game: Knowing that you love to make him flustered, Shalnark tries to take the dispute to his own turf: the digital world. He hacks into your personal phone and starts leaving enigmatic messages, changing your wallpaper, or sending coordinates for meetings with provocative texts like, "I thought adults were faster." But when you reply by sending a real-time photo of yourself at a café just two blocks away from his hideout, holding the book he forgot on your last mission, the spell completely backfires. He drops his computer on the spot, his heart racing and his face burning hot as he looks out the window to check if you are watching him. The Troupe finds it bizarre to see their tech genius muttering frustrated curses while typing on his screen, completely consumed by the anxiety of wondering what your next move to destabilize him will be.
The apartment ambush: When he finally uncovers your apartment address and decides to break in through the window, his plan is to flip the script and catch you off guard in your own territory. However, when you step out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a bathrobe, your hair still damp, and find him sitting on your bed messing with your laptop with that smug smirk, you don't scream or flinch. You merely lean against the doorframe, cross your arms with an infuriating calmness, and say: "If you wanted me to make you dinner, all you had to do was ask politely, Shal." Seeing that you didn't even bother to cover up or back away drains every bit of his audacity in a single second. Shalnark slams the laptop shut, his smirk completely vanishing as he quickly averts his gaze to the wall, his face heating up all the way to the roots of his blonde hair. The fact that you are so comfortable and dominant in his presence, within the intimacy of a home, leaves him entirely disarmed, making the notorious assassin look like a boy who just got caught misbehaving.
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🦁💢👊𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐜𝐮𝐛: the loud protector
The culinary disaster: Phinks is rough, short-tempered, and solves everything with brute force, but he possesses a bizarre sense of loyalty and protectiveness toward the people who belong to him. After seeing a TikTok video claiming that women love a man who cooks, he decides to use the very hands that snap necks to try and bake something delicate for you. This is the first time in his life he has ever done this for anyone—(consider this the ultimate proof of love, okay? You are so lucky, lol)—resulting in absolute chaos. When you step into the kitchen of the apartment you share, the place smells entirely of smoke, and Phinks is standing in front of the oven, his face dusted with flour, cursing the recipe in three different languages because the pastry flattened into a dense, solid rock. He crosses his muscular arms, brooding, kicks the baking sheet away the second he sees you, and grumbles as he hands you a misshapen but edible piece: "This piece of shit recipe was wrong. I used the exact right amount of force to beat the eggs! Just eat it. If it tastes bad, don't complain, it took a lot of work." It’s his twisted way of showing affection, and you just laugh in response, shaking your head in disapproval. "Oh Phinks... let me guess... watching those silly TikTok videos about women again just to impress me, huh?"
The steel-thread scarf: The image of him hyper-focused on knitting needles is a running joke for the rest of the Troupe, with Machi nearly dying of laughter upon seeing Phinks confiscate balls of yarn without offering any explanation. He spends hours attempting to knit a scarf for you, occasionally pricking his own fingers here and there and cursing out loud at the sharp needle tips. However, because he doesn't know how to measure his own Nen output when pulling the threads, the result is a completely lopsided piece, with knots tied far too tight, making it as heavy as a medieval fishing net. He hands you his "gift" by throwing the textured fabric straight into your face with feigned violence to mask his embarrassment. "Here. Winter in Yorknew is cold as fuck, enough to freeze your eyelashes off. If you wear this and complain that it's ugly, I'll break your neck." Yet, the moment you wrap that bizarre scarf around your neck, smiling at the behavior of your man—who is rougher than a mule's kick—he immediately averts his eyes, crossing his arms and flashing a proud half-smile that he tries to hide at all costs.
Shelter under leather: The contrast between his verbal aggression and absolute physical protection becomes glaringly obvious when you are outside under a biting wind, waiting for a signal from Feitan. Seeing you start to shiver because you aren't dressed for the weather, Phinks snorts in disdain, cursing your lack of practicality. In a sudden, abrupt movement, he rips off his own heavy jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. The piece is gigantic, hanging down to your knees and smelling heavily of cigarettes, gunpowder, and his cologne. Before you can even thank him, he firmly yanks you by the arm and pulls your back flush against his broad chest, wrapping his massive arms around you to block the wind while using his own Nen as a thermal barrier around the two of you. "Stay still. You're too small, you're gonna freeze and give me extra work." He keeps you pinned against his chest, which is as hot as a furnace, acting as an unyielding human shield against the rest of the world.
The luggage guardian: Phinks hates looking vulnerable or displaying any kind of behavior that resembles a "mall boyfriend," but his actions always betray him; he is entirely the textbook definition of a boyfriend who will carry your massive shopping bags and boxes, even while complaining through the entire walk. If you are walking with him through a rundown part of the city carrying heavy groceries, supply backpacks, or any kind of weight, he won't politely ask to help you. Instead, he will snort loudly, snap, "You're moving like a snail," and rip the items right out of your hands with a rough yank, hoisting everything onto his broad shoulders as if it weighs absolutely nothing. If you try to take them back, he gently nudges you away with his elbow: "Shut up and keep moving. Your arms look like two toothpicks, they'll snap if you carry this." He walks half a step ahead of you, shoulders tense, acting as a literal physical barrier against anyone who dares to cross your path.
Rustic first aid: If you are part of the Troupe, it is inevitable that you'll end up with minor injuries during a confrontation or in the frantic rush of a mission. Phinks doesn't possess a single ounce of Machi's medical delicacy, but he absolutely refuses to let anyone else touch you. He will force you to sit down on top of a wooden crate at the hideout, grab the first aid kit, and kneel right in front of you. With those massive hands that can twist a man's arm until it rips off, he tries to apply antiseptic to your cut with the maximum amount of care he can muster—which is still incredibly rough. His brow is so heavily furrowed and he is so intensely focused on not hurting you that he doesn't even realize he's stopped breathing. If you let out a small groan of pain, he clicks his tongue, angry at his own clumsiness: "I told you to sit still! There... it's done. If you complain again, I'm rubbing salt in it." Immediately after, he wipes the blood from your skin with his thumb in a strangely firm, possessive manner, channeling all his worry into pure stubbornness.
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Omgg yeyyy thanks!!!! Well my request is a bit strange, so if you're not comfortable doing it its ok! So, can ya write about their reactions when y/n is a member of the troupe where she's just rude. Like beyond necessary. And she's naturally colder than ice, both physical and emotionally (physically she's not bothered, like its only possible to notice that if they touch her -accidentally in a mission). After years and years of knowing the troupe, she might start warming up in her own way, like using their clothes, shampoo, cologne, their stuff in general. Ofc after all that time together they might start having feelings for her, like, *ahem*!? If theire alot of members, please just write shalnark, feitan, phinks, uvogin and nobunaga (and machi, pleaseeeee)!!! And if its possible, thank you very much, I appreciate your work!!
no it’s fine i totally get it!! ofc i’ll do your req its not strange at all :D i’ve seen many like this my friend !! ⭐️
now i might run out of characters—but! if i do i’ll finish the rest in another post n tag you :) i don’t mind doing everyone tho i think that’ll be fun!!
i’ll do the ones you said you definitely want in there first!!
(these exclude kalluto and hisoka—kalluto because he’s a child, if you want him included let me know before i post the next one and i’ll do child reader for his section !! ✨💫)
PART TWO!!
shalnark
now shalnark doesn’t have a problem with this at all, he doesn’t much care for rudeness as he does facts. the only thing that would jokingly offend him is the truth. but even then he doesn’t take it personally. generally because that’s just his demeanor.
now when it come to your ice attitude, seeing as though you’re a PT member he could find it to be an imbalance conventionally speaking if you don’t cooperate well in addition. but if your simply rude yet get the job done he pretty much just let’s you be yourself. not like he can do much about it anyway.
i will say he will definitely laugh if you say something rude he finds funny to the other members (ahem phinks and feitan probably). if you do it to him though, like i said he doesn’t take it personally. pretty much just an “ow that hurts” or grumbling a “sure are known for your sharp tongue i guess” as you turn to your respective roles for the mission.
now he probably figured out you’re physically ice cold too when you two and maybe a few other members were coming back from a mission or maybe heading to meteor city, and you just happened to brush arms. or maybe he was handing you something. either way he probably comments on it when he realizes, something like “geez your cold! is your heart frozen too or something?..or maybe missing 🤷🏼 hahaha!”
i wouldn’t be surprised if your retort got him to stop laughing though 😂😂 but if i’m right that’s pretty much your dynamic! the heartless character who always insults person b, and person b; the smart character who doesn’t take it too personally and may tease back. what fun! on the topic of the two of you. he definitely notices when you start to warm up
he’s an astute guy there’s no way he doesn’t. the way you seem generally less sharp and on edge with everyone. using their things, especially his since you two are probably closest. i’d imagine you often get paired together for missions because maybe your nen is compatible. or the exact opposite to make up for the other. either way you fit like a glove! and possibly romantically too..which leads me to say….! not long after noticing you’ve warmed up to him and the troupe, he’ll assess his own mannerisms! his emotions…wait emotions? does he maybe…like you? i mean, if he’s questioning there’s gotta be a chance right? but that’s strange, he’d never even thought like that before. thus! he begins to pay closer attention to how he acts around you. he seeks you out to play cards first, likes how smoothly missions go with you, always offering to walk back to meteor city together. he really does extend himself for you doesn’t he? and maybe it’s not in the friendly manner like he’d always thought. it’s not just “normal!” he has feelings for you! duh! …..well what does this even mean? does he confess? you’ve warmed up to him sure, and everyone else. but that doesn’t mean you feel the same…maybe he’ll observe just a little longer to see how you feel too. see if you go the extra mile for him, as he now knows he does..for you.🌹
feitan
none of the phantom troupe members are pushovers. so you don’t have to worry about any of them being a crybaby if you can’t stand those, seeing as though you’re a rather cold character. but this one? i really hope that didn’t even pop into your mind, certainly couldn’t have! the thought itself is laughable. don’t get me wrong, he isn’t impossible to rile up, (ahem, phinks probably could 🤣) though in a manner that’s rude it doesn’t get under his skin as much. simply because rude comments tend to be true, versus saying something just to make someone twitch can be a lie, which is always more annoying if you ask me.
and to be honest he’s not too far from you. not at all actually. the main difference besides sadism (i mean unless you’re the same way) is that your rude to the other troupe members too. feitan really isn’t. so he pretty much gets your seeming distaste for, well—everything. to sum it all up? he pretty much is indifferent to your rudeness! lol what did we expect right?
as far as him figuring out your cold, i mean he really doesn’t touch people. he’s not physically affectionate or anything (ahem uvogin) so it probably happened by accident or chance again. i swear this man is so difficult isn’t he? he’s making himself impossible to write for with all this unbothered energy.
you and him truly are alike because he doesn’t comment on it or really care. actually, i wouldn’t be surprised if HE’S really cold too! at least his hands anyway (he strikes me as that kind of person). at most he’d raise an eyebrow and move on. you either catch the acknowledgment or you don’t 🤷♀️
he’s 100% another one that immediately notices the changes in your behavior. feeling more comfortable with everyone, joining in on games instead of blatantly insulting whoever asked, actually coming back to meteor city with them instead of disappearing after missions, giving solutions to problems the troupe faces rather than glaring.
if you’re closest to him then he definitely notices because of that reason. which i could totally see since the of two are pretty alike. you may start to team up on others, instead of each other (ahem phinks n shalnark are the main victims, oh and nobunaga too his reactions are funny) and if your sadistic like him as i mentioned earlier he’d love to tag team torture someone with you 😃😂 honestly him realizing his own feelings for you after seeing how much you’ve warmed up to him is, complicated. in more ways than one. on one hand he’d rather just keep being friends, seeing no use bringing love into the situation. and there’s the other part of him that knows deep down that’s sort of maybe a cover up for denial. the part of not wanting to destroy your friendship and make things weird is true though! i mean, he does think this is all weird. why should he feel this way?? it doesn’t help or do anything for the troupe. not to mention you’re still a pretty cold person, what reason do you have to like him back? just because your friends? and in general a relationship is a whole other thing to balance and figure out, because he has NO idea how regular people do that stuff. he’s not stupid, but he’s not experienced in that field either. it’d probably be easier to just never tell you. which is the mostly likely scenario along with acting like his feelings are purely platonic. at most he’ll start to look out for you more. he knows you’re strong, so not really in battle (although he does enjoy seeing you bring others pain) just in general, pointing at an item before you accidentally leave it behind, or flaws in a plan so they go well. that kind of stuff B)
phinks
oooo! phinks is gonna be an interesting one! especially since he’s one of the PT members we’ve actually seen get rage baited n show different emotions (for once 😄). first of all it doesn’t initially bother him until your insults hit him. atp let me just say it now, i wouldn’t be surprised if you have an enemies to lovers trope with this man. because when you do insult him it definitely does bother him. especially depending on how often you do so. also if you go back and forth with him (because he will if you do) or just say one and that’s it.
either way i gotta be honest he probably won’t like you at first. unless you’ve been around for a while and everyone just knows that’s how you are, or you always have been, whichever’s your story. don’t take it personally (which i assume you won’t, seeing as though your heart is in Antarctica) but he is a confrontational person, as we know. he does things his way and will argue if you disagree.
not to mention he’s a knucklehead. but anyway! him noticing your physically cold too would probably irritate him. in theory, he most likely doesn’t like you already, and no one really wants to touch someone they don’t like very much. especially not skin to skin. somehow it ends up happening unintentionally. he initially notices but doesn’t say anything at first. just yanking his hand away and probably dropping a comment like “you’re cold to the touch…makes sense i guess” referencing how cold your personality is too.
in all honesty when he notices you warming up to the troupe and even him (maybe haha depends on you) he’ll probably be weirded out and a bit confused as to why you’re changing. keyword in the first sentence is when btw, he isn’t super slow but he ain’t the smartest guy around either, the first few times he may just pass it off as you in a good mood or something. although eventually he’ll start to catch on. although switching up even slowly seems suspicious to him. he’d start to watch you to see if your a traitor of some sorts, only to realize your demeanor has, if not only slightly, changed. you’re starting to willingly interact with everyone else outside of insults (😮), participating in casual conversation and actually look people in the eye when talking!
after he figures out you simply needed to warm up to everyone (even if only by 3 degrees) he stops suspecting you and disliking you! treating you like any loyal member of the troupe :) he’ll talk to you casually on missions and is generally himself more instead of the two of you constantly clashing heads. so i guess in a way he warms up to you too! ☀️
actually..it may be a little more than just warm in here..it’s kinda, hot?? 😅 phew..and did you always look like that? man your kinda lookin good..WAIT WHAT??? he’s not supposed to think of you that way! your like, a troupe member! you’re more like family…right? wait that’s so weird to think about no way he just thought that. wait so like..what does that mean? is he like, attracted to you? WHAT. no way!! it can’t be right?? you’re his friend! and only now have you become his friend! at some point he couldn’t even stand you..now all the sudden he’s sweating just looking at you?? no! that doesn’t make sense! this..this must’ve been your plan all along! you’re trying to get in and seduce them all one by one! to take out the troupe from the inside out! (yes this idiot genuinely goes back to suspecting you to try and rationalize why he likes you). but after some more observing, he gets over this idiot phase and finally..sort of, accepts that he likes you. but..what does he do about that now? like genuinely🧍does he like confess or? wait no. you’d totally reject him..you’re pure evil! even when 3 degrees warmer! well..i guess he should do nothing about it..stupid crush’ll probably fade eventually…(it won’t) (even if he thinks it will, tries to make it or convince himself it isn’t there anymore, it won’t)
uvogin
he will DEFINITELY be interesting! give or take he expresses the most emotion in the troupe, so thankfully this section should be versatile 😆👍 first and foremost! that icy temperament of yours ✨ yeah that? yup! outta the window! as seen with shalnark he’s pretty comfortable with majority the troupe members to the point where physical affection is NOT off the table :) bonus if you’ve been around and loyal for a while now. he doesn’t care about any of the harsh words you have to say, when he’s warmed up to you he quite literally laughs it off.
thank goodness he’s like this though..making an immediate enemy out of him is not smart for anyone to do (except kurapika apparently 🗿) besides the point! he gives you just as much affection as he does any other troupe member, so if you don’t like that you’re probably better off just not interacting with him and finding a different clique within the group. or keeping to yourself, which, i wouldn’t be surprised if you chose that route with everyone at first.
but do note that he really doesn’t care, so if you get paired up with him for a mission and/or help him out because it benefits you/the troupe, he won’t hesitate to be friendly to you anyway. even if it happens to bother you. 😂😅 so let’s say that’s what happens right?? he might clap you on the back or show some other form of affection to thank you! which is when he finds your FREEZING! “huh? is all the blood drained from your body or what? your pretty cold y’know. hahahaha!” he doesn’t mind your temperature though and indeed will continue to show you affection. might even give you an annoying nickname if the two do you are close enough. maybe something like “icicle woman” (assuming you’re a woman by the pronouns, btw ♡ if not put ‘man/person’ where it fits 👍)
ngl he’d probably stop (but occasionally forget and do it anyway) if you cursed him out real harsh about being affectionate. which i’m sure wouldn’t be a task to you. however he’d likely go back to it when he sees you’ve warmed up! he’s definitely, a musclehead. but he isn’t stupid! (esp not in combat but anyway, as seen in his fight with kurapika). so there’s a chance he just assumes you won’t mind the affection anymore and just goes “ay pal i see y’r warmin’ up to the group! hahahaha! good to see you come around” as he pats you on the shoulder.
now honestly the most interesting part to me is when he starts to figure out that he likes you. uvogin and love themselves seem like an oxymoron. he really just give the impression of a bloodthirsty guy bent on causing as much chaos as possible with his friends. and if you ask me that isn’t too far from the truth. but hey things happen right? and it’s not like he tried to! you’re just so cool y’know? (pun intended 😎) you’re a really good fighter n you’re good lookin n you hang out with him y’know? he’s a simply guy, that all he really needs. which is weird because technically the other troupe girls are like that too, but hey the heart wants what it wants (or whatever they say he doesn’t know anything about love) speaking of which that’s true, he doesn’t. he doesn’t know if you know anything about it either, or if your even interested in it! and it all just seems too gushy! (ironically enough, for his affectionate character) maybe he should just ask, or maybe just become your best friend! that’s close enough! yeah, so now you’re his new best friend that he just decided in his head and he’s now going to (practically) cling to you and always hang out with you alongside nobunaga because your his, uh, best friend girl! (as close as he’s willing to get to girlfriend)
nobunaga
YAYYY another interesting one!! i love his character he’s such an oxymoron, he can stand on business when needed yet is also a big doofus. anyway HAHA. as far as being rude it would probably erk him a little bit if you cause confrontation in the group. but there’s no way he can like you less than hisoka right? so you’re good 👍 he’s a decently rational guy when he’s not angry so as long as you don’t rage bait him he’ll just assume that’s just how you are
which isn’t too far from the truth to be honest! he’ll give you your space and cut to the chase (why am i out here rhyming 😭) when it comes to missions, only really interacting with you when needed since you only respond with sharp words anyway 🤷♀️ really, he pretty much handles you well, but like i said if he gets hot headed that’s a different story. he might disagree with you more, like phinks. and maybe y’all start having some beef 🤣🤣
in the moment when y’all accidentally touch and he figures out you’re literally ice cold too he’ll probably just think to himself (muttered out loud or in his head) “well that’s fitting..” real elaborate i know, but to be fair it doesn’t really change much for him. i mean, unless your nen is transmuting your aura into ice or something, then you can use it in battle at most 🤷♀️ ultimately he kinda just moves on from it, as what can he do? if he mentions something about it you’re probably just gonna chew him up about it 😭😂
when he notices you warm up to the troupe, he start to come around to you too! he doesn’t ever mention it, he just figures you needed a bit to adjust. he gets it completely, honestly. the world can stab you wherever you’re vulnerability and will. why trust them even if you’re in the same gang of sorts. since you’ve came around he makes more of an effort to get to know you, asking you questions that don’t pry too far while you play cards together. making more conversation when on missions. even trusting you enough to tell you some things about himself. only fair if he asks you right?
when he realizes he’s in love with you it’s really just a moment where he’s out with you somewhere maybe in meteor city. not a mission or anything, but he’s kind of just there with you, in the moment, just thinking. admiring the moment almost. the feeling y’know? how—comfortable and warm he feels around you. like, he’s just had a realization how much he likes being around you. y’know? there’s just something about being together that’s so cozy. that’s normal right? to feel cozy around your friends? i mean, he feels comfortable around the other members too, but it’s not on this level. not where he’s got like a, fuzzy blanket around him it feels like. almost like he feels..safe? isn’t that letting your guard down though…? i mean he does trust you. WOW that sounds sappy..is, that really what he thinks? does he normally think that way???? is he? wow, wait. but he doesn’t know anything about love though..(spoiler alert, he low key can’t tell the difference between platonic and romantic feelings) he takes a minute atp in your friendship literally going back and forth convincing himself it’s not romantic feelings, sort of questioning that resolve, going back to confused, then back to square one again. and throughout all this if you haven’t caught on by now somehow (because his demeanor doesn’t change, he acts like his regular self) you’ve literally got no idea the mental spiral you’ve put this man through. tbh i feel as though even if he does end up admitting it to himself, he still wouldn’t tell you for sake of not putting a couple in the middle of the friend group, and not ruining your friendship. really he’s fine just being around you..(it’ll drive him insane to keep it in so he’ll tell you eventually………even if he thinks you won’t reciprocate)
machi
MY GIRLLL! she UNDOUBTEDLY speaks her mind so here’s to that! (making this easier for me 🤣🤣) as far as your coldness (emotionally) she’s pretty much indifferent to it since she’s your twin on that one! 😜 no literally you think she can’t handle her own level of sass? indifferent to your indifference, if i say so myself. doesn’t matter not one bit to this diva. she’ll interact with you just fine. at most she’ll just be annoyed if you’re of no actual help and only insult everyone constantly. then she’d view you as a nuisance. 😂 (😭)
aside from that she could possibly be one of the people you talk to more often since she doesn’t mind or argue with your distance. she’s all about the troupe and as long as you aren’t disturbing anything (or her, ahem hisoka..) within that she doesn’t really care. 🤷♀️👍 it’s possible chrollo also pairs her up with you more in that case, especially if you and other members don’t get along well because of your frosty attitude (LOL GET IT?? okay.) which make sense in that case because then you two would get close quicker than you and anyone else in the troupe right?
let’s say you brushed hands/arms or something when she figured out you were (physically) cold, her comment would go along the lines of “just below zero by nature huh? cmon let’s go.” 🤣🤣 (referring to how you’re both emotionally and physically cold) she’d be another one to say something but move on quickly (gee wouldn’t that be a first 😁). if you haven’t revealed your nen yet she’ll just assume you’re a transmuter now. and that your powers have something to do with ice. she won’t ask though, prying isn’t her thing, if she has to pry for the info it really isn’t her business then. ⬅️ her mindset about it. as long as you’re loyal and said power doesn’t pose a threat to the troupe should you be a traitor, of course.
when she sees you warm up to the troupe she definitely notices, and straight away. she’s pleasantly surprised, but keeps quiet about it, not wanting to ruin it 😂😂 (especially if you had beef with other members/was confrontational with your words at first). she’s a skeptic at heart but at least now she can be at ease of possible traitorous schemes. her instincts tell her it’s fine so fine it is then! seems like you really were just (uhh) cold headed! (get it? because it’s hot headed but you’re a cold person so i changed it to cold? 😂 no? 😐 okay. 🙂)
she figures out she likes you way quicker than her counterparts did (what a bunch of idiots 😂😂 JK-) and isn’t for once in denial this time yayyy!- only she’s not sure if she’s gonna tell you or not. 🗿( 😭) she definitely observes you to see if you feel the same way, watching your body language and mannerisms around her and the other members, comparing to see if they change. even if you do get more nervous, seemingly uncomfortable, anxious or self conscious with that ice cold exterior i’d bet she wouldn’t see anything even if you are 3 degrees warmer! 🤷♀️🤣🤣 only unluckily for you, if you DO like her back and are trying to hide it, she has her instincts! your arch nemesis for this situation 😈 if they tell her you feel the same she’ll confess casually, (probably between missions when you’ve got a break) and tell you it doesn’t have to mean anything even if you both feel the same and want to stay friends for the sake of normalcy. if they tell her you don’t then she may actually be the only one who can keep her feelings in and PROBABLY eventually shove them away 😅😂🤷♀️
now all that’s left is illumi,, shizuku, bonolenov, franklin, chrollo, kortopi and pakunoda!! let me know if you’d prefer the next one without someone:)
An Ode to... // Feitan, one shot - part of hhighkey’s phantom troupe universe series
Rating: mature
Story Contains: Stockholm syndrome, implied past kidnapping and stalking, emotional and physical violence, isolation, torture, feitan dense when it comes to feelings, jealousy, possessive behavior, rough sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, female reader, etc
Note: wc just over 9k, updated for grammar, ao3 link: xxx … cool news as of 5/7/25: part 2 is out !!
Feitan followed you for a year before kidnapping you. You'd caught his eye by surprise one day- technically Phinks pointed you out to him- but your fate was decided then and there. So he'd yearn for you during nights he struggled to sleep, which turned into a battle within him raging of emotions unlike any he'd felt day in and out. It was like his chest and heart swelled so much around you or at the thought of you- he was so full with a warm giddiness that he thought he'd burst. For some days he wondered if killing you would make his life easier, until he realized one night that the thought of you dying hurt even more than any injury.
For eight months you'd been his.
And time didn't seem to matter anymore as you spent it in a small attic turned bedroom with a small bathroom. A tiny round window, with metal bars, was your only door to the outside world. You'd watched the seasons change from summer to fall, and now to winter. A dusting of white snow had fallen on the ground and furthermore a cold draft had you shaking under a mountain of thin blankets.
The first month you never left the attic, Feitan wouldn't let you. You didn't see him either, just opening the door to place food inside then immediately locking it again. Screaming and crying until your voice was hoarse and you had no more tears to cry. Days on end curled into a ball as you stared devoid at a plank wall. The ceilings were low, meeting at a point in the center, thankful you were short to be able to move around easier. For a while you refused to be broken, trying to do small things to keep up fitness, but slowly the lack of signs of rescue froze everything. Like your mind and body shut down so matter how you yearned for your prior life. Slipping into your own world you began in your head, an alternate reality with your loved ones that did its best to comfort you.
But each day you awoke in that same room in the same bed. Chilling how Feitan took your own pillows and blankets, to provide you some comfort or familiarity. Your favorite outfits in the drawers across the room, the cloth baby doll you slept with every night- it made you realize just how long your captor had been watching.
Month two you realized things in the room were moved ever so lightly in the morning. At first you chalked it up to your poor mental state, that you had simply forgotten. Until you woke up one night, around 2AM to a pair of dark eyes watching you. Feitan. He was the one who pulled the chair to your bedside. He was the reason you woke up feeling vulnerable and gross. After you caught him, he didn't bother to hide anymore.
He started watching you do the most mundane tasks, primarily eating, worried you'd choke. Started asking you the food you preferred and when you scarfed it as fast as possible, he grasped your jaw and helped you chew. That was the first time he'd touched you and your eyes lit up in shock from the chills that went down your spine. He didn't come around much after that, as you started getting too bold. You'd yell and scream at him, try throwing whatever you got your hands on. He left you isolated for weeks.
Maybe it was your pathetic nature of wanting to please everyone, not being able to stand up for yourself that really drew Feitan in. Because never once did you try to escape— Especially not when the way Feitan walked around the house had your eyes glued to him with stars dizzying within them.
By month four he let out downstairs, let you sit in the kitchen as he cooked. Let you watch a movie as long as you sit on the couch with your hips just touching his. And you did it, because watching the reruns of that boring soap opera was the best thing to happen to you in far too long. It kept you from attempting to escape- asides from the fact there was no way out of the dingy attic, especially when Feitan left for weeks on end.
The basement was cold.
Your feet felt like they'd freeze off the first time he brought you down there. You realized, rather quickly, that you never wanted to be there again.
And it was in that basement that you understood who Feitan truly was, what he did for work and why he constantly disappeared. And why you needn't disobey.
Even when he opened the door to the basement for the first time and motioned, you followed. Because five months in you'd listen due to fear.
But your disobedience shown in the way your body froze when you reached the bottom of the stairs- whimpers escaping your lips as you tried to go back up. Feitan had just stood there, pushing you further.
"Sit," He said, pointing to an armchair set up towards the workstation, "want you see me work."
"W-work?" You swallowed hard. With hindsight you shouldn't have been surprised that someone as cold as Feitan, your kidnapper, was a murderer. A torturer who relished in pain, as not one did your depressed state bother him.
A man- beaten bloody was strapped to a table cranked forward so his head hung. He was in a loose shirt and shorts, ankles and wrists chained to the steel surface.
"No.." The tears began to fall thickly, "please let me go upstairs-"
"No." Feitan watched you, "Sit. Waiting too long. Want you to watch. Been five months."
So you had been with him for five months, a part of you felt it'd been years already. "I can't," You whimpered, "please," your stomach was churning, bile rising in your throat as an intense heat dizzied your body.
Feitan grabbed your wrist as if you were a doll, dragging you over and into the chair, "Stay." it was a threat. You could only nod as snot began to run down your nose and sweat beaded at your brow. Breathing became hard, the air dense and the smell of blood was sickening.
The man's screams.
Your ears ring trying to drown the screeches out.
You couldn't stop your blubbering no matter how many glares Feitan sent your way. Your shoulders shaking and stomach in knots as you were continuously forced to swallow your own vomit to not make a mess, or ensue Feitan's wrath. Because you'd dealt with his cold shoulder or an occasional sprained limb from how strong he was. Used to his harsh words and threats, and invading eyes watching your every move when not locked in the attic. But you didn't want to be on that table, no matter what.
The man was inconsolable as Feitan grabbed a pair of pliers, snapping them over and over as he crept closer. A heavy whirl of silence, of anticipation- the calm before the storm really before Feitan used the pliers to grasp the captive's fingernail. One after another. Scream after scream. Blood. A sickening ripping noise before tossing them to a palette.
Oh the man was a mess. Voice hoarse with tears and saliva dripping down the side of his face as he begged for an end. Begged to die compared to the start for a reprise.
"Please- just kill me "
Feitan's head cocked, eyes darkening, "talk."
"No."
Feitan doesn't like hearing no, you know that. You've felt his silent anger when you'd cry and shriek- because you weren't doing what he wanted. And in that basement watching a man's blood splatter about, you realized you were all out of his good graces he was willing to give. Like his self awareness that you needed time to adjust finally reached its end. Because a wild thump came down with the force of a thousand suns, and three fingers toppled to the ground with crimson red spurting like a wild rose.
"Who moved merchandise?" Feitan hissed as he grasped another gruesome looking tool with his thin fingers.
"Go to hell,"
Rage. A sharp crack sounded as a molar went flying with a clatter across the room. It enraged him, all the defiance this captive had, for your first showcase of his work. So maybe he was embarrassed as he seethed from his pores, muscles tensed as an iron poker bent from his sheer will. He could hear your cries. Pathetic.
As he turned to you- you were cowering in the chair, with your head in your hands. Rocking back and forth as you blubbered about.
You weren't watching.
The man wasn't cracking and Feitan's patience expired. With limbs now missing and blood soaking the floor surrounding them, he knew the man had been serious about dying rather than spilling information.
So his focus was on you.
With horror your head snapped up as a nasty crunching noise forced vomit up your dried throat, the man's neck snapping in half, head falling limp with a bouncy recoil.
"Oh," you whimpered, you shrunk back as humanly possible. Coated in red, with anger, Feitan stalked his way to you.
You stumbled from the chair, your flight kicking in for the first time since he'd brought you here. Crawling and kicking until your back hit the wall and the tears stream heavier than before, like you were smack dab in a horror movie. His grim eyes preying on you like you were nothing but a snack, a glimmering blade at his side that has you quaking. Terror as he stood over you.
"Not watching." He hissed.
"I'm sorry! N-ext time!" You cried, holding your hands up in a meek defense, "I'll be better,"
Feitan was high on adrenaline. Enraged by the lack of pleasure his torture session brought. Frustrated by your reaction. How scared you were of him when all he was trying to do was include you in his work, something he loved. Something he wanted you to watch with pride.
You shriek as he grabs hold of your legs, yanking you toward him. Preying on you like a monster as he crouched down to put weight on you, knife in hand. Such a sadistic look in his eyes as he ripped your shirt up enough to show him your rib cage. Legs flailing. Arms weakly hitting at him. But he didn't move. Feitan brought the tip of the knife down to your skin and you went limp with shock. No noise left your mouth after a few seconds until a throaty, airy cry sounded out with spasming of your eyes following. Blood trickled down your stomach as Feitan carved letter after letter against your pained jerks. Begging. Sobbing. You were a mess underneath him as your vision began to falter as terror and agony washed over you making you numb.
"Next time, tie you on chair to watch." Feitan said with a smirk, possessively tracing the bloody gash that spelled out his name on your delicate skin. All you could do was cry and wheeze in and out of consciousness.
And as you finally went limp, a heavy breath shuddered from Feitan's lips as the reality set in. He grimaced. It was pure adrenaline and anger that he acted on, and the aftermath was a sickening regret bubbling in his chest. Hurting you wasn't something he wanted to do again.. unless absolutely necessary.
-
The following months you grew familiar with the schedule of when Feitan brought his victims and wanted you to watch.
Perhaps you were too sensitive. Too much of an empath as each incision he made into a captive, you felt the carving of his name burn on your skin. Like a searing branding of understanding their pain, to an extent, that they went through. An understanding of being a victim like them, but you were luckier in a sick sense because you had Feitan's mercy of love. If you could call it that no matter how many times he insisted he took you for protection because you were his.
Life with Feitan could be like living with a bomb, never knowing when or why it set off. Somedays you didn't look at him enough, others you stared too long and when his cheeks turned pink and he grew vicious. Learning his habits or moods was hard, but slowly you became accustomed.
Feitan liked to touch your waist, specifically shoving his hands under your shirt to feel your skin. His fingers would grip and prod even if you flinched from a sudden pinch. His greatest show of care was patting your head. He started doing so after you convinced him to let you take over meals, reminding him you always cooked for yourself prior. In another life basically.
Then out of the blue Feitan took your things from the attic and into his room. You'd panicked looking for your missing plushies you needed to sleep, your missing pillow and favorite blanket. The dresser and closet were empty. Your toiletries were gone. Oh. Your heart sank, Feitan had enough of you. You were going to die.
So you went back downstairs, ready for him to take you down to the basement and tie you up. You let your mind wander to what methods or tools he'd use. Maybe he'd be kind and make it quick.
Feitan quirked a brow up as he saw your dejected form pad into the living room. You sat with a glazed, far away look on your face and immediately he panics.
"Y/N?" To hear your name from his lips, made yours tremble.
"I'm sorry."
He was upon you within seconds, grasping at your arms to pull up your sleeves, "What's wrong? Hurt?"
"Are you going to kill me?"
A look of disgust flashed over his features, "No, never. You're mine."
"But my room?"
"Oh." Feitan's eyes immediately flit anywhere other than you, dropping your arms to rest on the couch. He was embarrassed and you're trying to figure out what's going on. "Moved into my room, figured you liked me more, things have been... nice."
Did you? Like him? Not particularly, right? Sure you liked the sound of his voice or when his eyes softened when you walked into the room. You thought the faces he made were cute asides from the maliciously crazy ones when he tortured somebody. And you were beginning to like feeling his touches, unsure advances that showed he was human in there somewhere. Because he wanted your approval, that much was apparent after all these months. Wanted you to watch him with pride and reassure he was touching you correctly, caring for you correctly. And perhaps you were flattered realizing how enthralled he was, how much he knew about you down to the most minor details. While you only knew he was a killer. So maybe you did like him in a twisted way, your brain fogging past details of cruelty and pushing up warm emotions instead. For your own good you needed to forget he forced you to watch others die, that he cut your own skin, that he might have killed your family. You bargained with yourself that perhaps him locking you in the attic was for your own good, that you needed to see Feitan in a better light and you only needed some time. Right?
"Oh!" Your relief is evident. And he looked happy to see that. "Oh my." You place your hand over your heart, breathing in and out.
Feitan slowly rested a hand on top of your head, "Should have told you sooner... sorry."
"S'okay, misunderstanding. I'm good."
Feitan nodded simply because he could feel your pulse begin to slow from its prior heightened pace, "Come."
You followed behind him like a lost puppy needing its owner to find its way. Your heart felt at the bottom of your stomach, nervous to what Feitan had in mind moving you to his bedroom. The realization hit that you'd be in bed with him as you entered. His room was bare, which didn't surprise you. The only hint of life were your colorful blankets and plushies set up on the large bed. Two dressers, loveseat, and two doors you assumed were a bathroom and closet. Secretly you felt relief as it didn't smell of blood and there wasn't any sign of death.
Feitan watched you as you took your time to look around the room. He said nothing as you opened drawers to find your things, while some had his. The closet had more of your clothes. The ensuite was clean as well. He liked seeing you nod an approval of the space you'd share with him, filled him with pride.
You sat on the bed.
You felt along your blankets and then his own he originally had. You rearranged your stuffed doll. Fluffed your pillow. Not having changed out of the clothes you slept in last night, you decided not to change because you weren't sure what Feitan was expecting of you. Embarrassment licked the edges of your neck as you felt your palms begin to sweat.
Terror coursed through your veins, your heart about to beat through your chest as you laid beside him. A few inches of space between the two of you. But it was suffocating as he joined you under the blanket.
"Relax. Won't hurt you."
You gripped the sheets tighter, "Okay."
"Don't believe me."
"I'm sorry." You immediately countered, tensing.
Feitan sighed, trying to remember advice Chrollo gave him: to be more understanding and soft, "Sorry for cutting you few months ago, wanted you to see what I enjoy and you seemed not to care. But I enjoy you more so, only come to basement if you want now. Free reign over inside when I'm gone, just no hurting yourself. No going outside unless I'm with you."
Huh? "I- can go out?"
"With me."
"Can we go out tomorrow? Will it rain? Can I run around on the grass?" You were like a child in a candy store, excitement dripping through your tone that has Feitan's lips turning up in the dark.
"If it rains tomorrow, go another time. Okay?"
"Yes. Perfect!" You were absolutely giddy, to the point personal space did not matter. You flung yourself across the bed to hug Feitan. Feeling his cold body you go still, filled you with horror realizing what you just did. "I'm sorry- I.."
Yet he wrapped an arm around you, ghosting along your skin like he was scared to scare you. He waited to see if you'd flinch away but you didn't.
"Don't apologize, like this." He hugged you taut.
There was nowhere to go but on him, really. You rested your head on his shoulder, forced to sprawl a leg across his own while your other wrenched beneath you. It felt like you may explode, a litany of conflicting emotions pulling you every which way. Hesitantly you placed your left hand across his chest, waiting for him to decide to hurt you or that this was taking it too far. But that never came. Feitan may have laid there like a statue, though after a few minutes he started squirming, attempting to relax with you in his arms while you listened to his wild heart beat.
You swallowed hard deciding to speak up, "I can move-"
"No." His words sounded laced with venom, but you could tell the slight difference. Feitan was nervous. Just like you were.
Your lips parted but no words came out. The fact you were both enduring the same confusing emotions, unsure how to physically figure the other out, made you feel so close to him. He was on your level, just as scared.
"Fei..tan?" You whispered his name, realization blossomed inside you and it was as if the last eight, maybe nine months were finally making sense!
"Yes?" It sounded, at least to you, like he was choking up.
"I- think I realize something. I think we're both awkward people and you didn't know how to go about any of this. Please hear me out." Boldly you pushed yourself out of his grip, pushing up on his chest so you could prop on your knees under the blanket. Feitan followed suit by sitting up to lean against the bed, quickly pulling the bedside lamp's string. He stared at you expectantly. So you continued with his full attention and the sudden coolness of losing his touch, "I think we feel the same way, not sure how to act around the other. I- don't get mad at me saying but you're very rough around the edges and I don't think anyone ever explained you shouldn't kidnap someone you love, or hurt them. But feeling your nerves, I'm realizing we're the same. I never know how to act around you, I thought you hated me or something but you're nervous too."
Your tongue felt numb as you spilled as many words as possible. Unsure if you made sense. Unable to look at Feitan as you spoke.
He was quiet until a hand touched your cheek, "You- feel for me how I feel for you?"
You nod.
Feitan brought your chin up so your gazes could connect. There was no maliciousness, only nerves. His lips aren't in their normal frown, instead they're slightly parted. He pulled you closer, hating that you chose to sit inches too far for his taste, having been in his arms prior.
You let out a whine as Feitan leaned in, his breath fanning along your lips. Your body was begging for him to close the gap, your stomach a fluttering mess of butterflies working its way through your ribcage. Blood pounded in your ears,
"Feitan?"
"Quiet." Fingers shake as you bring them to run through his black locks, causing a shiver to go down his spine and the smallest of noises to come from his throat. You found something he enjoyed and your heart felt content as you massaged along his scalp as his lips lay centimeters from yours.
The kiss was hesitant. Barely a peck as the touch of your lips had you both upright, shocked, staring at the other. Like a deer in headlights you waited for him to get upset, to kill you even. But he only captured your lips again, for a deeper kiss as your lips meshed together. His tongue pushed in, exploring your mouth greedily as he squeezed your waist. You made a noise as he flipped you underneath him, slamming his mouth back against yours as he pressed himself into you.
When you two parted, gasping for air, uncertain as you each explored each other's bodies, a gentle smile pulled at the corners of your lips. Feitan licked along your jaw, licked down your neck occasionally sucking on your sensitive skin. You whimpered and he pulled away as if you'd stabbed him.
"Liked.. that?" When you nodded his eyes glossed over. You liked it as he sucked and bit at your neck. What other pain could he inflict to bring you pleasure? You really were made for him, he told himself.
You reach up to try to take one of his hands into yours, he obliged, put his weight on his other forearm, "So.. I.." Embarrassment hit you and you suddenly felt ridiculous for what you were about to ask.
"What."
"Are we..?"
"Don't understand."
Your face went red, you looked away still feeling his breath across your face, "Never mind."
"Go to sleep, you're thinking too hard." Feitan huffed as he rolled off you, "Taking you outside tomorrow, you need rest."
"Okay."
To your surprise he hugged you from behind, nestling up to you, letting you slot into him as if it were the perfect fit. You could tell this was new, not something he did from how tense his body was. Sleep finally began to overtake your senses. A blossoming happiness in your chest as he traced a finger along your skin whilst holding your waist.
You fell asleep with a smile. Fell asleep with your back to his chest, him spooning you as if this was suddenly normal. As if you were an ordinary couple. You found comfort in his quiet breaths and knowing he'd watch over you. That night you dreamed of the day you met Feitan, and it changed, no longer was it filled with blood and cries, but a joy as if it were love at first sight. You two hand in hand walking off to a new life.
-
That morning you awoke with not a care in the world. You thought waking up to an empty bed would hurt, but nothing would diminish the smile smacked onto your lips. From an amazing dream to remembering your first kiss with Feitan, nothing could have taken that away. Giddy, you dressed in your most comfortable outfit and skipped out to face the rest of your day with excitement, feeling lighter than ever. The normal weight and anxiety you woke up with, was gone, replaced with a sense of purpose.
A list formed in your head of what you wanted to do. 1. Check the weather and if Feitan doesn't have to work, 2. Make breakfast, 3. Go outside.
The morning sun was strong amidst the blue, cloudless sky as you stared out the kitchen window. You grinned before grabbing ingredients you'd need for breakfast, hoping Feitan would be joining, but regardless you'd cook for him. You worked with a hop in your step, movements nonchalant as you continued to glance at the mid-morning sky. Too focused to feel a presence hidden, watching, until-
"You look... happy."
You squeaked, jumping at the sudden voice. You felt his dark aura first before you turned to see him, standing in the doorway, "Good morning. Hungry?"
Feitan nodded, inching over to the table. Your smile ignites a pain in his chest that he didn't understand. As he looked over you, all he could think about was his lips on yours and the addiction of it that stained his blood. How you'd snuggled into him. How in your sleep you'd begged him not to leave you. Feitan doesn't think he likes the churning in his stomach or the nerves coursing through him as he looks at you- it scares him. You had the power to turn him into this.
"Made scrambled eggs and toast, that okay?" You set a plate in front of him, creases at the corner of your eyes as you do so.
"Yes." He watched as you got him something to drink, then sat down with your own food. On the tip of his tongue are questions about last night, but Feitan felt ridiculous asking if you liked kissing him, or if he could do it again.
"Is it okay? Made it kind of quick, it's a nice day out." You smiled warmly at him, expectantly.
"Yes, good. We'll go outside when you're done."
He remembered and was following through, it meant the world to you. So you finish eating to clean up, which he surprised you by doing himself.
You were like an excited puppy standing by the front door bouncing on the balls of your feet.
"Stay in my sight. Can't run anywhere without me finding."
"I know I know. Can I run around the yard at least?"
"Sure." His threat went right over your head. It hits him that you don't need a threat to stay put. You weren't planning anything.
It didn't take long to undo the litany of locks on the door, it didn't matter if you knew where any keys were kept. Nen was the key factor to them.
He had to urge you out, that it really was okay to be outside, "Go out, I'll be sitting right here." He said rubbing the low of your back.
After a few grueling seconds you comply, a small giggle as you hurry off the porch. There was pure glee on your face, in your body and voice as your feet touched the grass. Squealing you carefully move around, skipping one way then the other.
You were a curious thing to Feitan, who found nothing interesting in the nature that surrounded the house. But you, running around in circles until you collapsed out of breath, loved it. You looked serene, stunning, just taking the breath away from Feitan as he watched you. You were perfect.
It hurt. It hurt. Feitan's convinced he was dying. Heaviness weighing on his chest and shoulders as he watched you. He didn't know how to be what you need. For the first time since kidnapping you he questions his judgment seeing how happy you were being outside, something he'd stolen from you. He wondered if he could give you the love you deserved when he'd never experienced it himself. While he hated himself. While he hated what was inside his darkened mind compared to the light that was you. So ethereal and kind, unlike him whose hands would forever be tainted.
Unbeknownst to you, Feitan retreated within himself while you basked in the summer sun.
-
Five weeks ago Feitan kissed you. He'd taken you outside and it'd been one of the best days of your life. You were certain it was the turning point in the relationship but- it wasn't. Things weren't worse by any means, but he treated your touch like the plague.
It felt like a continuous stab to the heart, every minute of the day at this point. You felt stupid. After a week of attempting physical contact in bed or on the couch, you gave up not wanting to further embarrass yourself. And slowly the conversation died out. He stopped eating meals at the table. Staying as far away as possible in bed, you began moving your pillows back up to the attic, which caused him to intervene. Making it clear you weren't permitted to do that, he locked the door to the attic shortly after.
He left two weeks ago for an important job. You only knew he was okay because Phinks stopped by to check on you and bring food. It took everything in you not to ask Phinks for advice, you'd only met him in passing and Feitan was... absurdly possessive. Even his closest 'friend' couldn't get within a foot of you without facing Feitan's wrath.
So you spent the days alone re-reading a book because you can't quite pay attention to it. You spend too long staring out the window by the front door, yearning pathetically from the couch. Knowing there were cameras kept you from crying for a strange reason you couldn't pinpoint, perhaps wanting to seem strong if he checked in.
You think it's Friday, 16 days since Feitan left. Time blended together, especially when he wasn't there to mark the calendar.
Frustration bubbled in your chest as you threw your towel into the corner of the bathroom. Your wet hair seeps into your nightgown, purple hues taking over the blue sky. You want to throw your shampoo, then your body wash you think. For a second you felt the appeal of thrashing your fist into the sink mirror. How good that would feel, you'd have control over something.
Breathe in. Out.
You count in your head, staring at your reflection with disgust. This would show him, right? You thought about him finding you all bloody, the panic that would consume him, and hopefully guilt too.
Tears prick your eyes, you huff moving back. Your reflection blurred. Annoyance grew, controlled her until-
SLAM. The sound of the front door closed suddenly, announcing that Feitan was back- and in the manner the door slammed, told you he wasn't alone.
You scamper out of the bathroom, practically forgetting your prior plans, needing to catch a glimpse of Feitan.
In his arms, he carried an unconscious woman bound and gagged.
Your stomach plummeted.
He glanced your way once before disappearing down to the basement.
Lips trembling, you stumbled forward, acting against better judgment. The air leading down to Feitan's torture room was dense and metallic scented. Rotted and death-like. You hated it down there, you felt bile rise up into your throat but you pushed through the fear that begged you to turn back.
You stood hidden behind the doorway, peaking in just so you could see Feitan had already finished tying her down in the chair. You weren't sure if he felt your presence as if he did he made no effort to greet you. Did he not miss you? Your fists clench as you rake across the battered woman, taking her in. She was beautiful. Fuck. The only relief you felt was that she sat in that chair- meaning she wasn't here to replace you. Feitan hadn't put you in that chair ever.
You stepped through the doorway as Feitan picked up a knife from a table.
Feitan's head snapped in your direction. His body language went taut, surprised, so he hadn't noticed you. He'd been too wrapped up in the woman who passed you in beauty in every way possible. Did he notice that as he looked at you now? Self conscious thoughts attack your mind as you drop your head.
"You're- you want to watch?" His voice was filled with hope, not that you noticed. You heard it as disgust by having you in the room.
You nod, drop into your chair beside the door, one you hadn't sat in, in five weeks.
For the first time he didn't need to remind you to watch his every action.
Your eyes couldn't be pried from his hands. He wondered if you were even blinking. What happened for this change? Feitan wracked his brain as he cut into the woman. He didn't notice what he was doing, hardly listening to her cries and shit information spilling from her lips. Did something happen to you? Phinks said you were fine. Feitan's thoughts flick to his recent closed-off behavior, knowing it had to be upsetting you. Shit. That was it, right? He moved on to more cuts, more stabs to bleed his prisoner dry. She was saying things he already knew, he told Chrollo this woman would be useless, so this was a waste. Why were you choosing to watch this? He wanted to look at you but also needed to finish work, for once torturing another being was boring him. He wanted to get back to you, needed to talk to you, apologize even.
SLAM.
You were reeling- unable to contain yourself as you stormed from the room. One second your eyes were flickering from floor to the captive's body following Feitan's every movement, to watching the walls of the basement fly by as you raced towards a bathroom.
Disgust curdled inside you. Anger wrenched at your limbs. You fumed as you remembered how he touched that woman's body as if torturing her was a sensual dance. It made you sick to see how his fingers would flit along parts of her skin that you dreamed he'd touch on yourself. He hadn't looked at you!
You gagged over the toilet, head pounding as your body attempted to heave bile from your stomach. Dizzied with jealousy and hurt, you want to cry. Maybe attempt to slap Feitan if he'd let you. You think of your idea with the mirror, that could work.
Feitan stood outside the door, as soon as you opened it, you walked face first into his chest. Out of reflex you shoved him back, wide eyed at him.
"What's wrong? Throw up?" There was concern written all over him. Actual legitimate emotion, softness in his face as he inched closer.
"Dry heaved." You said, unable to hold back the snark in your tone.
"Okay?"
You glared, confidence surging within you as all you could see was green. Feitan took a step back, surprised. "Seriously?" You huffed, "Just go back to your work."
As you turn to leave him standing dumbfounded in the hall to head upstairs, his hand wrapped around your bicep. You're pulled back with force that makes you lose your breath. Your back's forced against the stone wall, Feitan caging you between his arms. "What is wrong with you?"
You swallow, the lump in your throat refusing to go. You felt instant shame with yourself but yet- didn't he deserve your anger? Was he really that dense with your emotions? Squaring yourself, you wouldn't back down, "I'm fine. Just.. go back to her."
Oh! "Funny girl." Feitan cackled. A shallow, chill inducing laugh escaped his lips.
Incredulously you shook your head, "Why are you laughing?"
He pushed himself off the wall and away from you. Still fucking laughing.
You balled your fists and walked over to him, fuming. "Stop it!" He let you hit his chest with your fists, let you throw your little temper tantrum as amusement danced in his dark eyes.
It was when tears began to fall did he finally compose himself. Feitan wiped the stray tears and wouldn't let you look away from him, hand possessively holding your jaw. "Jealous." He smirked. "My silly girl jealous over my work. Work, Y/N."
"I-It's not that- not the same. You've.. You've never brought a girl back here before." Oh god if only you could curl up under a blanket and hide, shame crossing your face, "It's not funny."
"How is it not? You're jealous over someone who will die."
"You're touching her." You spat, "You don't touch me, barely. Not after.. I thought." Taking a deep breath you collected yourself before beginning, "Since you moved me into your room, since we kissed and fell asleep together, you act like it never happened and ignore me for weeks. So yes I'm jealous of her, you're touching her so gently and in places I want you to touch me."
Your confession threw Feitan off his axis, processing your words at a million miles an hour yet it was like he stared at you brain dead. He really fucked this up. "I'm not being gentle. I'm torturing her." He did not understand how you thought he was being intimate with a prisoner, it killed him to stay away from you.
"But you brush along her so gently before making cuts, I thought I was going to die!" And he'd skipped past the part where you brought up the kiss and how he'd held you. Of course, "I'm going to go take a nap."
He let you go, watching your dejected form march up the wooden stairs. His brows furrowed over what the fuck just happened. He'd let you storm off and speak to him in a way he'd never imagine you would.
Feitan clenched his fists. He wanted to follow after you but there was one final thing he needed to take care of.
Red cascaded down the front of the woman as he slit her throat. Her tears and pleading only fueling the fire started within him. He stripped himself of his gear, leaving him blood free to chase after you.
You don't move from where you lay under the covers in his bed, but Feitan knew you weren't asleep. He pads to the bed, carefully sitting on the edge next to you.
"Y/N."
You don't respond.
He sighed, "She's dead." You visibly tensed.
You begrudgingly sit up knowing you've been caught, looking at him with reddened eyes. "Oh."
Feitan tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear, "Since our kiss, I don't know how to act around you."
His omission makes you frown, "I don't understand."
"When you said you felt for me how I felt for you.. made me happy. You kissed me back, wanted me to hold you. I didn't expect it, thought you'd regret it later so I ran."
"I thought you regretted it."
"Never."
"I feel.. dumb." You said.
"Little foolish. But, I like that. Your jealousy is cute." He smirked, "But no reason to be anymore, okay?" You nod, scooting closer to him. Feitan tucks an arm around you, cradling the side of your head, "Was happy you came down to watch but, guess I know why now."
"Maybe I can.. slowly come down for little bits? I- don't like it but, you like it when I watch you work." You're burning, nauseas, because the last thing you wanted was to listen to screams, to bones breaking, to the noises that'd keep you up at night. But it would be for Feitan.
"I would like that." He nodded with sick excitement behind his eyes.
Silence. Softened smiles. Fluttering heart beats as a thick tension develops between you two. He was staring at your lips, your neck, and you couldn't tear yourself away from him. Closer, you silently lean in as your breathing turns heavy. You were sure he could hear your hammering heart beat as if it'd burst from your chest.
The gap closed. Your lips meet in a dance of uncertainty as self consciousness absorbs your minds until it bursts from need. Feitan was cold, certain as he pressed his lips hard to yours over and over, teeth tugging on your bottom lip. On fire as you gasp from the pain, metallic blood enters your mouth as Feitan's tongue pushes its way in. He explored you as his fingers dig into your side, your tongue dancing along his as electricity runs through your veins. You think your whole body is trembling, or maybe it was his as the kiss turned desperate, teeth gnashing, tongues shoved down the other's throat as saliva mixed; once light kisses turned to an all out way for the two of you to claim the other.
Feitan helped your legs wrap around his waist before he flipped you underneath him hovering over you on the bed. His whimpers against your mouth were the greatest thing you think you'll ever hear. And his need to control you, to possess you as his made your head go cloudy with want as his mouth worked against yours. He was consuming you as his confidence grew. That pit in his stomach growing with the certainty of your feelings, the change of the tide after nine months, that he felt. You wanted him. You understood everything he'd done had been to show you his feelings. So now he'd claim you like he should have weeks ago, rather than worry about the kiss.
Atop you, he watched with dark glee how you panted, mewled for him as he pulled away to watch you. You clambered for him as you were out of breath, saliva dripping from the side of your lips. In a swift motion he lifted your torso and pulled your shirt from your body, and as he pushed you back he leaned down entranced by your bare skin. He bit into your collarbone, licked along the mark that broke skin. You'd gasped in surprise, fingers twisting into his top, tears glistening in your eyes.
He continued to mark you, your cries music to him as he broke more of your skin with his teeth. Blood trickling only to be licked up by Feitan. You'd be littered with hickeys in the morning and the thought of you all bruised up made his cock twitch. Feitan slowly nibbled along one of your hardened nipples, studying how your body reacted. You were a desperate little thing he learned quickly as he sucked on your nipples, groping and molding your breasts with his strong fingers. Already quaking- how pathetic.
Feitan began to wonder if you'd done this before, because in the year he'd watched you, you never brought someone home or went to another's. But a possessive streak hits him and he doesn't want to know, because no one else would ever have you from here on out. He was going to make your cunt into the shape of his cock, make it so you'd never want or need anyone else.
"Fei," You whined, and the usage of a nickname made his head snap up to meet your lidded eyes. Your hips bucked against his as he straddled you and the discomfort of his hardened cock in his slacks began to gnaw at his brain.
As his fingers begin to toy with your waist band, he lets himself wonder if this was a dream. He'd have been as patient as you needed him to be. So to think everything he dreamed about for almost 2 years was coming to fruition? He stripped himself of his top and slacks, leaving only his underwear.
Fear clamped in the back of your mind as if you needed to escape. But as the cool air met your exposed entrance as Feitan tossed your boxers away, you relinquished yourself to him. He admired you from his knees as he pushed your thighs apart.
"Tell me what you want." A mischievous glint shone in his eyes and you shivered.
"Y-you Feitan." You squirmed under his heavy gaze, desperately wanting to cover up. He inspected every inch of you, but he always came back to the scar on your rib cage that held his name. His property.
Feitan shuddered hearing how lustfully you spoke his name, he liked this sudden change in dynamic. Liked how you begged for him so easily as he stroked so close but not quite at your most sensitive areas. Your pussy glistened, liquid coating your folds and slowly dripping to the sheets.
You could only see his dark eyes as your world spun on its axis. You feel him between your legs, tongue leisurely licking along your aching clit. Taking his time he listened to your whimpers, to your gasps as he changed the pace. You're grasping the sheets, knuckles white as your entrance fluttered in want. He latched onto your clit, and you cried as he suckled and teeth brushed along your sensitive bundle of nerves. Working you up to a climax, he presses his palms into your legs to keep them open. You're shaking. You're desperately trying to escape an onslaught your poor brain and body had never experienced before. It wasn't longer before you cried out, visiting turning black then white as you came, hips jerking and your lips babbling nonsense. Feitan continued to lick helping you come down, pride beaming from his chest. Internally thanking Phinks for all the times over the years he pushed him into sharing someone's bed, that he needed practice, all for you even if he didn't know it yet.
You moaned, furiously blinking before his tongue dances along your folds, licking and sucking at your cum like it's the best meal he'd ever taste. Tongue prodding at your entrance, his gaze flicks up to see you watch him in awe and pleasure, as he licks along your walls. Your clit is puffy as he worked his way back up, a finger delicately toying at your entrance as you gasp. More?
Feitan hummed against your clit, liquid pleasure pulsing within him but all he could do was grind against the mattress, he wanted to see you come apart some more. You babble something incoherent as he brings a finger up and covers it in your arousal, gently sucking still. His middle finger sunk in with ease, your back arching as he fills you. He adds another. He smiled so cruelly as your heat welcomed them so greedily.
"Tight cunt." Feitan groaned, "So wet. Taste so good." He hummed against your clit and the vibrations made you whimper.
You're moaning for him like he was your life line. Sucking him in and begging for more and you were starting to wonder which way was up or down. His tongue oscillating in mesmerizing circles along your clit, his fingers curling along your gummy walls that beg him for more. You were on the edge. You felt pleasure building you up so deliciously, "Fei, more, more, feel good."
For a second he froze as one of your hands tangle in his hair, but seeing you blissed out in his bed- he made you nearly sob as added a third finger stretching you apart as he cruelly sucked your clit until your moans are cries, gasping and loud, as if you were in pain. But instead, once more, ecstasy blossomed in your abdomen right as you thought you'd burst, and tears fell fast. You came on his tongue and fingers, squirt dribbling, your cunt fluttering around him as his motions slowed.
"Pretty." He cooed as he watched your writhing body with curiosity.
A confused cry left you as his touch disappeared, but you watched as he stripped himself of his underwear, finally leaving him bare.
"Gonna fuck you. All mine."
You whimper as he settles between your legs, his thick cockhead prodding at your slick entrance.
"Be good and take me." Feitan grunted as he began to push in.
"F-Fei- Virgin- I-I'm a-" You cried as you thrashed on the sheets, feeling as if Feitan was splitting you in two as he sheathed himself inside you.
An onslaught of butterflies swarmed in his stomach and could have come on the spot from your words alone. A virgin? He knew you were meant to be his, and him yours.
"There you go, tight cunt for me to fill." He pressed his lips to yours, knots in his core tightened as he thrusted deeper, hips to the hilt as he was finally claiming you, filling you.
He watched your eyes go wide, eyes spasming from the intrusion. Your gummy walls squeezing his cock so good as she attempted to accommodate his size. Feitan swallowed hard, trying to stifle his own noises, desperately wanting to be so far in you that you'd never think of anything else.
Blood trickled from your cunt and onto the sheets and it stirred Feitan's hips into a bruising pace as he felt the warmth of your virgin blood surrounding his cock. Liked knowing what he did to you, watching his outline in your stomach as he pushed down, a slimy grin forming on his lips.
He wanted to break you. But he felt himself losing composure as he pounded into your tight cunt. The two of you consumed with warmth and fire spreading along your nerves as together, you chased an intense high consummating some sick love.
"Mine." You were losing your mind as Feitan grunted those words, "Mine." He snapped his hips and you gasped from the intrusion of his cock against your womb, "Tell me who you belong to."
Your pretty eyes were hazy, rolling back into your head as your poor fucked out brain couldn't comprehend. His cock felt so perfect inside your pussy that coated him in your cream from the bliss you felt.
"You!" You cry out, "Fei- Feitan. You! I'm yours." You sobbed, only his name on your tongue and on your mind.
Feitan relished in the sight of his cock fucking into you, disappearing into your depth, his hips flushed with your own. And each time he pulled out, the sight of your bloodied cum on his length made him shudder. He gathered your discharge on his thumb and used it to coat your clit, relentlessly rubbing over it. His hips started to move again, desperately forcing himself deeper as he played with your bud. Your cunt spasming around him again as you attempted to escape his onslaught of overstimulation.
"T-Too much- can't Fei-"
"Never push me away," He threatened, leaning down to nip at your ear, "Will punish you."
You whimpered but the way your cunt opened up for him told him all he needed to know-- the pain, the helplessness, he was turning you on. Straightening again he continued to fuck into you, swiping over your clit, far past the point of pleasing you, rough thrusts hitting your g-spot over and over. You let out an honest to god cry as your third orgasm hit, words thick and hard to understand but Feitan understood how you begged and pleaded for him.
Feitan gripped your hips harder so he could drive into you at a relentless pace, throwing his head back, looking up to the ceiling as he gave you all he had. You pulsed around him all swollen and tight and he knew he wouldn't last much longer,
"Gonna fill you up. Take my cum in your pussy. Mine. My pussy- you're mine." Feitan was past the point of keeping quiet as his possessiveness slammed into him full force. The thought of his cum painting your insides and leaking out...
Falling forward he crushed his mouth onto yours, giving several long thrusts before his vision whited out as he came. Cock twitching as he filled you to the brim, hips stuttering all the way against you, hot, thick ropes of cum coating you. Claiming you. Becoming one with you.
His pace slowed but his lips never left yours, the two of you panting into each other as you came down. Feitan pulled away, resting his forehead to yours, your eyes meeting. Vulnerability. Like truly seeing each other for the first time. He stroked your cheekbones carefully, trying to sense any fear. But nothing. Your eyes shone with a million stars as you shuddered, staring at him, hips twitching as he pulled out. Leaving you emptier than you'd ever been.
Feitan pulled away, dropping back to his knees, carefully stroking along where he'd carved his name into your skin, stroking down your waist then to your thighs. His touch cold, addictive as he thumbed along your leaking folds, his cum beginning to drip down. "Mine."
"Yours."
He stared at you before his cheeks tinted pink, "I'm yours too. Only yours. Don't care about stupid woman I tortured, just my job. You're my.. life. Won't give you space again, won't run if I get scared, this was all my fault, I didn't want to bring you pain. I'll make it up to you."
Your eyes widen with love filling them, a stupidly happy grin washing over you from the gravity of his words, "I love you."
Feitan froze like he was in head on collision, by your proclamation. Love. Did he deserve that? No. He didn't deserve your love but he couldn't deny the happiness he felt in his chest and how his pulse skyrocketed, "Love you as well."
Feitan laid at your side, stroking along your body as sleep eventually overcame you. You seemed so innocent, so small lying in his arms like that. Watching you sleep was a favorite pastime, but knowing you slumbered with his cum buried in you was enough to entrance him back into your gravity.
Your passed out form hardly reacted to his touches, soft moans as he slid his fingers in and out of your leaking cunt. Little twitches as he sucked on your nipples. And you stayed asleep as he slipped his re-hardened cock back inside of your abused cunt, full heartedly welcoming him in.
The bed creaked and thumped against the wall as he let loose, let his grunt and sobs loudly leave him as he fucked you full once more. This was heaven. Pure bliss. Not even torturing made him feel this way, so high, so invincible. Feitan indulged in you until he was a whiny overstimulated mess, heaving atop you and leaving even more marks. He fucked you until he couldn't cum anymore, dumping two more loads into your pussy that became swollen and tight, a perfect fit for his cock.
It was then that he could finally sleep, curled up next to your limp body holding you flush. He pet your hair possessively as you subconsciously cuddled into him further, blood pounding in his ears. The fact you'd been jealous made his chest soar. You hated someone for having his attention because you wanted it. You loved him for him. And it was then that he could finally drift off to sleep, content knowing you were filled with him. His.
Imagine being the sweetheart of the Phantom Troupe. They all just ADORE you!!
You were recruited by Chrollo to be a physician after he sees you caring for the meteor city kids out of the kindness of your heart.
Most of your earnings go towards housing and clothing meteor kids. When you’re not on a mission you’re rolling up your sleeves and doing the work to better the community. Chrollo LOVES that.
You have such a caring heart. Feitan is your target for affection 9/10 because he’s such a grumpy puss.
First time you pat his head the others think you’re gonna die 😭🙏 Phinks is literally like “and there goes another cute girl”
but no he just pushes your hand away and runs off!!
the look of shock on everyone’s faces 😭😭🙏
For the first few months Feitan is absolutely SPRINTING away when he sees you. Makes you a lil sad, so he gets scolded by shalnarks and Phinks a lot :(
One day Phinks sits next to him after a job, watching you doctor up Uvogin with your cute Sanrio themed bandaids.
“Why the hell do you keep running away from her, she’s the only person that has even tried being nice to you, outside of the troupe.”
Feitan starts to run again but Phinks stops him.
“That’s problem. Too nice. Don’t understand.”
Feitan can be seen staring at you from behind corners and in shadows, and more often than not if you’re on a mission he’s close behind.
“Feitan, you don’t have to hide, come here so I can fix you up.”
He just stares at you from the doorway, suspicious but also hesitant, not because he’s scared of you but because… he hurt his chest and he KNOWS how your nen works.
Eventually he decides to enter, sitting in front of you as you check him over. Once you’ve assessed him, you pull up his shirt.
“Okay, this is gonna need a level two. Close your eyes if you need to!”
You lean forward and place a kiss on the gash, and it immediately starts to heal. You pull away and for the first time you’re able to really see his face, and he is BLUSHING!!
When he noticed you saw he is fucking GONE!!
Shalnark is your most frequent patient, always having injuries in… suspicious places. One day he walks in with a pretty bad cut on his lips.
“(Name)~ I need a kiss~”
You roll your eyes and place a finger to his lips, the cut slowly mending itself. “You’ll have to try harder than that, sweetheart. But…”
You place the finger that touched his lips on yours. “Good try.”
I never write headcanons really, but this is a great way to me to workshop information for my Janitor AI characters as well. Enjoy!
Trigger Warnings: It's Feitan, is his own trigger warning. Mentions of blood, torture, etc...
A = Aftercare
At first, when Feitan just pays for sex, he doesn't bother with aftercare. In his mind, that's already been taken care of by the transaction. But when he meets you and realizes you have more needs than just physical, he begins to pay attention to your well-being. He starts by checking your body for any injuries or cuts and making sure they are taken care of. If necessary, he will bandage them up. Afterwards, he'll carry you to the bath and make sure all traces of blood and fluids are washed away. For less intense encounters without any kink involved, it takes a while but he eventually learns to enjoy having his arm around you and nuzzling into the back of your neck. He's not one for talking much, but this is his way of showing that he's there for you if you need anything.
B = Body Part
Feitan doesn't spend much time admiring his own appearance, so it's hard to say if he has a favorite body part. But on you, he loves your legs. From your thighs to your calves to the curve of your ass, he will mark every inch of them with his teeth or knife. Most likely both... definitely both.
C = Cum
Feitan may have a fit body, but that doesn't necessarily mean he eats great. Don't expect the taste to be great. It's quite watery, but there will definitely be a decent amount. He enjoys cumming inside you, but has no desire for baby-making, so his go-to options are either finishing on your face or your backside. It's clear this man has a thing for marking his territory.
D = Dirty Secret
I don’t think he has any secrets per se (well, maybe that’s not entirely accurate; he definitely HAS secrets), but scandalous secrets? He’d be transparent if you asked him about his history, and he’s probably been with both men and women. Maybe once or twice, Feitan and Phinks have tag-teamed someone – that's just the type of friends they are.
E = Experience
People tend to assume that Feitan is inexperienced or a virgin, but I believe the opposite is true. However, he has never been in a traditional relationship. In my opinion, both him and Phinks prefer to seek paid companionship when they feel the need, for their own personal reasons. It's simpler and faster, without having to deal with emotions. Feitan has specific "preference" and it's easiest for him to pay someone who is willing to indulge in his frustrations and kinks.
F = Favorite Position
It's hard to say what he wants more. On one hand, he loves seeing your face during sex – the way your expression changes when you climax or when he brings out his blade. But above all else, he just wants to make sure you're okay. He reads your body language and facial expressions, especially if you've taken on an intense scene. He has a safe word, of course, but he'll also stop if he senses that you're not using it properly.
On the other hand, sometimes he just wants to bend you over any available surface and fuck you until both of you are exhausted. These quickies usually happen when he's feeling particularly worked up or just needs a release. He'll grab your hair, push your face into whatever is nearby, and pull down your pants as he takes you from behind.
G = Goofy
Contrary to popular belief, Feitan is not as serious as he appears. While he may have a stoic demeanor, it does not mean he lacks a sense of humor. In the bedroom, his behavior can vary. When he takes on the role of Dom, he is completely focused and aware to avoid unleashing too much of his torture skills on you. However, during more casual moments like a quick morning romp, he may crack a smile and playfully nip at your skin in an attempt to make you laugh.
H = Hair
Feitan isn't a very hairy person, with smooth skin all over his body. He has a slight trail of hair that leads down to a small patch of black hair. While it may not be perfectly groomed, it doesn't bother him much. When it comes to his partner, the amount or style of hair they have is of no concern to Feitan; he enjoys them regardless.
I = Intimacy
If Feitan is transitioning from paying for sex to pursuing a relationship with you, congratulations - you have reached an intimate level. For him, this is already a huge step, so if there is anything specific you want, you may need to communicate it clearly. As his feelings for you deepen over time, he may start to appreciate the softer moments between you, even though he might never say so out loud.
J = Jack Off
I don't think he masturbates frequently. It's not because he lacks interest, but rather because he is very self-aware and in control of his body. However, if you were to ask him to do it or even let you do it for him while he lays back on the bed and watches, he would absolutely be up for it.
K = Kink
It goes without saying, we all know he's a dominant, but not in the conventional sense. He craves control and isn't afraid to use restraints. But for Feitan, it's about more than just physical pleasure. He wants to leave his mark on you, carve his symbol into your skin, use ropes that bite into your flesh. The feeling of your blood on his skin is intoxicating to him, and he would savor the opportunity to cut you open and bathe in it. It would be even more thrilling if you possessed a Nen ability with enhanced healing capabilities. He enjoys blood but is not interested in any other bodily fluids. His marking kink would involve carving his name or number onto your skin; in my imagination, you have a "2" engraved somewhere on you.
L = Location
Feitan is not one to hold back; when he wants you, he takes you. However, his preference would be in a bed or a special room akin to the one he uses for his victims, where he can unleash without worry of making a mess.
M = Motivation
Before you came into his life, he would only get in the mood after a demanding job or if it had been a while since his last encounter. But with you around, even simple activities like washing dishes or reading a book can make Feitan ready to go. Just one look from you and he's all fired up.
N = No
I don't believe he has any interest in anything involving feces or urine; it's just not his type of kink. It's not that he finds it disgusting, it's just not something he enjoys. But with almost anything else, even things he initially may not like, I feel like if you persist enough, he'll eventually give in and try it.
O = Oral
He's a giver, through and through. He will bury his face between your thighs, losing himself in the moment until he's dizzy and gasping for breath. Even then, he won't pull away. He'll lick, suck, and maybe even bite if he feels like it. By the time he's finished, every inch of his face will be slick, and his eyes will be wild and primal as he looks at you. And if you try to tell him to stop, it will only fuel his fire. Keep that in mind before you ask him to ease up.
P = Pace
It's always a 50/50 gamble with him. I wouldn't say it's sensual, but he definitely likes to take his time. If you agree to a rougher scene, where he can let loose and show off all his skills, be prepared to be tied up and at his mercy for hours. He may even leave you there, tied up and sweating, before coming back to start the whole thing over again.
But all of this is just the warm-up before he even enters you. When he's finally ready for the final round, he will take you hard. The bed will shake on its rails and the headboard will slam against the walls. And it's absolutely incredible.
Q = Quickie
Feitan doesn't mind a quickie, especially when you're in the middle of a mission and there isn't enough time for a longer session. He has impressive self-control, so if you're not feeling up for it, he's okay with that. However, he also knows that you can't resist him when he asks.
R = Risk
Risk? Feitan doesn't even comprehend the concept, especially when it comes to sex. So what if the other Troupe members might overhear or walk in? Who cares if they fuck during a job and the target might catch them in the act? Feitan would simply eliminate any witnesses and continue as he pleases.
S = Stamina
Oh dear, your body is in for a rough time. When Feitan gets riled up, you'll be in for an extended bout of physical activity. Thanks to his rigorous Nen training and natural stamina, he doesn't tire easily. You'll probably lose consciousness long before he's finished, but even then, he'll likely continue on without missing a beat.
T = Toy
If by toys you're referring to the collection of knives, ropes, and gags he uses for his regular torturing sessions, then yes, those are his "toys." However, I have a feeling that once you explore his kinky side with him, he would have a separate set of these items just for personal use. Some people headcanon that he's dirty or gross, but in reality, he's canonically a germaphobe. He wouldn't want any blood or fluids from his victims to touch you. In fact, I bet he would even invest in a high-quality vibrator for other types of "torture."
U = Unfair
This is Feitan's domain. He takes pleasure in teasing you in every possible manner. He considers himself a master of all forms of torture and you are his favorite subject for experimentation. You better not cum without his permission, or there will be consequences. I can't help but wonder if there's a hint of masochism in him, deliberately prolonging his own orgasm until it becomes unbearable.
V = Volume
Feitan's voice is naturally soft, so he doesn't make much noise during sex. But that doesn't mean he's silent; his words are like whispers in your ear, filled with degrading comments and descriptions of what he plans to do next. He watches closely for your reactions to his words, using them to gauge your pleasure.
W = Wild Card
Feitan may not even realize it, but he’s a tsundere with yandere tendencies. He is fixated on you and will go to great lengths to gather information about you. He sees it as a way to bond with you. Your past and relationships with others hold little importance to him unless he can use them to manipulate you. He pays close attention to every detail about you for his own gratification. While this can lead to unexpected surprises, there is a fine line between showing affection and being overly possessive.
X = X-Ray
Let me begin by saying that size isn't always the most important thing. However, that doesn't mean Feitan is lacking in that department. He may not impress when flaccid with a modest 2 inches, but he definitely makes up for it with a solid 5 inches when fully aroused. "Size not matter in fight… or in bed."
Y = Yearning
Feitan has an above average drive and libido, but an even higher level of self-control. He can easily suppress any desires he may have, but when the opportunity arises, be prepared for him to let loose. After finishing a job, it's best to take a few days off because you won't be able to walk afterwards.
Z = ZZZ
I can hardly imagine him getting any sleep at all. I'm sure he does, but as a long time Spider, he has likely trained his body to function on minimal rest. Those rare moments after sex, when everything is calm and still, may be the only times where he truly lets himself relax, though. Even then, it's probably only momentary.
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Pairing: Fem!Reader x Feitan, Fem!Reader x Chrollo (separately)
Summary: Chrollo is a particular man, with particular taste. Though he loves everything about you, he has yet to see how you preform in bed. He fears that if you disappoint him, it will ruin everything that you’ve built together. Luckily, he knows someone who can teach you to behave exactly how he likes.
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Warnings: Dub con that borders on noncon at times. If you’re sensitive to that at all I would skip this one, toxic relationship dynamic, manipulation, face slapping, choking, scratching, rough sex, degradation, praise, Feitan is mean but we know that, Dom Chrollo, calls you good girl a lot, body marking, oral (fem receiving), raw sex, cream pie, not proof read. MDNI
a/n: So I’ve had this idea in my head FOREVER because I want both Chrollo and feitan badly. Writing this concept out was lowkey kicking my ass though. I think I ended up pulling it together, but I hope y’all enjoy.
Dating Chrollo was a dream come true. He was everything you ever wanted in a man: intelligent, attentive, and sweet. Not to mention so handsome. He treated you like a princess and you loved it. Everything was perfect.
Well, almost everything.
You’d been dating for a couple months and you hadn’t had sex yet. At first you thought he wasn’t that into you, but when he kept coming back for more dates you knew that couldn’t be the case. You wondered if he was a wait till marriage type, or was shy in some way. You respected the boundary, despite wanting to sleep with him so bad. If he needed more time, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but it was starting to worry you.
Little did you know, Chrollo wanted to sleep with you just as badly. Maybe even more so. He was very picky with who he slept with, hence this long period of courting. However, the more time he spent with you, the more he realized he had genuine feelings for you. He has had some relationships in the past, but he always knew they would not be very longterm. You, however, he felt was someone he could see himself with forever.
This revelation made him want to make sure everything was perfect. He liked women with experience, who knew what they were doing and how to please him. However, he hated having to put the work in to get his partners there himself. Luckily, he knew someone who was a very effective teacher.
“My love,” Chrollo spoke over his wine, “May I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
He smiled at your eagerness. “Do you want to have sex with me?”
Your cheeks colored at the blatant question. Chrollo loved how demure you were. “Y-yes, I do. A lot, actually.”
“Good,” Chrollo replied, taking a sip of his deep burgundy drink, “I have wanted to for some time now, but there is something I need you to do first.”
Your brows knitted. “What is that?”
“I’m a very... particular person. As I’m sure you’ve noticed,” Chrollo explained, “And I want to make sure everything is just right.”
Your heart dropped a little bit. “Am... Am I not good enough for you?”
Chrollo shook his head and placed a hand over yours, comforting your nerves. “Not at all, my love. Quite the opposite actually. I love you so much that I don’t want anything to get in the way of our relationship.”
You nodded, feeling slightly relieved. “What is it? What do you want me to do?”
Chrollo thought about what the best way to explain it was. “I have a friend. He can teach you what I like, much better than I can.” He say the confused look on your face and continued. “You trust me, don’t you y/n?”
“Yes, of course,” you replied instantly. And it was true.
“I know it is an request,” Chrollo went on, “But it is important to me. Everything about you is so perfect. This will simply make sure it stays that way.” He kissed your hand, making your stomach fill with butterflies. “I want you in my life forever. Will you do this for me, my love?”
The way he looked at you and spoke to you made your body feel weak in the best way. The answer was easy for you. “Yes, of course.”
A smile spread across his face. “Excellent.”
A few days later you found yourself in a building outside of the city. It was a bit dumpy on the outside, but the inside was furnished nicely. You were aware that Chrollo engaged in a very secretive business and decided awhile ago not to ask. You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to. It didn’t matter, anyways, you loved him. And he loved that about you.
Chrollo led you into a bedroom, occupied by one other man. You felt a pang of anxiety, not fully knowing what Chrollo meant by being taught what he liked.
“Y/n, this is my friend Feitan,” Chrollo introduced you to smaller man standing before you. The way his cold eyes appraised you sent a shiver down your spine. You said a polite hello, but he was silent. Chrollo continued, “Feitan is on the quiet side, but I trust him completely. He is going to show you what I want.”
Your stomach rolled anxiously. “Wh-what does that mean, exactly?”
Chrollo gave you an almost sympathetic look. “I don’t want to lie to you, my love. I want you to have sex with Feitan. He’s going to... mold you into the exact type of lover I like.”
You stared at him, dumbfounded. Chrollo was a bit possessive, even early on in your relationship, so you couldn’t believe he was telling you to have sex with another man. Your eyes flicked over to Feitan, his aura making you nervous. “Chrollo I don’t-”
Chrollo gently took your jaw in his hands and turned your face back to his. “I thought you trusted me, love?”
“I do, I ju-”
“It will be okay, I promise. This will make our relationship stronger. Everything will be perfect. You want that, don’t you? You love me, don’t you?” He was so close to you, speaking so softly it made you dizzy. You almost forgot Feitan was there and what this situation was for. You never understood the effect Chrollo had on you, just that it was very strong.
“I do, I love you so much,” you replied.
“If that is true, you’ll do this,” Chrollo replied sweetly, “And I know you will, because I know you love me.”
You nodded. You were nervous, of course, but you couldn’t say to him. “I will, I promise.”
Chrollo smiled. “My good girl.” He kissed your forehead. “Now go sit on the bed, I need to talk to Feitan quickly.” You did as you were told, sitting on the edge of the bed as the two men stepped out side and spoke in hushed tones.
“What rules boss?” Feitan asked.
“Get her how I like them. You know the way,” Chrollo replied, “Do whatever you need to. Choke her or hit her if you need to. Just nothing that will leave a mark, especially not on her face. And don’t cum inside her, that is for me only.”
Feitan nodded. “Understood.”
With that, the smaller man slipped back inside the room. Your anxiety spiked being alone with him. He pulled his jacket down, revealing his full face. He actually quite handsome, almost similar to Chrollo. He, however, looked more cold and harsh than your boyfriend did. He was silent as he approached you, appraising your body language. He could tell you were nervous, which excited him.
“Take clothes off,” he stated. With you on the bed and him standing he was able to look down on you.
“I don’t-”
Before you could finish your sentence he gripped your jaw. “It not a request.” You nodded, shaking. He was not someone you wanted to challenged. You slowly took off your shirt, then your pants. You reluctantly went for your bra, but he grabbed your arm. “I do that. You undress me now.”
You nodded, your voice still feeling lodged in your throat. You were just happy to have the focus be on something other than you. You stripped off his jacket, shirt and pants, leaving him in his underwear. “Good,” he said before climbing on top of you.
Your body instinctively shrunk away from him, which made him scowl. “You treat me like Chrollo. You would not hide from him.” He place his hands on your shoulders, pressing your body into a more relaxed position on the mattress.
“I’m sorry I- this is just hard for me,” you admitted.
“If you listen it will be easy,” he replied. He placed a kiss to the center of you check. “Chrollo will mark you here.” He kissed the top of your breast that your bra didn’t cover. “And here.” He kissed your neck. “And here. And you’ll let him.”
“O-okay,” you replied.
“Now we kiss.” He pressed his lips to yours, which were warmer than you thought they were going to be. Still, you felt you couldn’t kiss him back, your lips feeling glued shut. Feitan’s hand wrapped around your neck, making you gasp. Feitan laughed, licking into your mouth. “If you kiss Chrollo like that, he won’t like.” Feitan tightened his hand around your throat, choking you slightly.
You kept your eyes closed and tried to pretend you were kissing Chrollo. It was hard at first, especially with Feitan tightening his hand more. “Do better.” Eventually you were able to get into a rhythm; you knew you were doing it right when Feitan loosened his grip.
His grip loosening, however, meant dipping lower to your chest. He squeezed at your boobs over your bra for a moment, before taking it off. You couldn’t help yourself, you moved to cover yourself. Feitan, of course did not allow it. He gripped your arms and pinned them above your head, tsking. “You are slow learner.”
Feitan kissed and licked at your breasts and neck. He was very careful not pay attention to too much on one spot, as he did not want to leave a mark. Feitan took any job Chrollo gave him seriously, but especially this one. He knew how much trust Chrollo had to have in him to allow him do this. He would never break the trust, but he would make sure the job was well done. By any means necessary.
“If I release your hands, you will listen?” Feitan questioned.
“Yes,” you replied, still with a shake in your voice.
Feitan did as he said he would. “Put them in my hair. Gentle. Chrollo like that.” You slid your hands into his dark locks, running your fingers through them softly. Feitan went back to kissing you as you did this. He smacked you bare thigh when your lips got too stiff again. You yelped, but continued to kiss him like he wanted. Like Chrollo wanted, you reminded yourself. this was for him.
His hand slid down your body, between your thighs. Your legs shut, making him slap your thigh again and roughly pry them open. “Stop fighting.” He ran his hand over your clothed cunt. You focused on kissing him and running your hands through his hair as he touched you. His rubbed your clit through the fabric. You were surprised how it made your stomach curl, how it felt... good.
It made it a little easier to kiss him and touch him. You let your hands wander a little further down his back, making him hum in approval. You gasped when his finger slipped inside you, but recovered quickly. Feitan curled his finger into a spot that made your breath go ragged. He pumped his fingers faster, your cunt getting wetter by the minute. Your brain was a confused mess. On one hand it was weird to be touched by this stranger, on the other it did feel good.
Feitan slid in a second finger and you bit your lip to stifle a moan. Feitan gripped your jaw. “Don’t be quiet. He’ll wanna hear.” Feitan scissored your his fingers inside you, stretching you out. This time you let a moan slip from your lips. “Good.” He pulled his fingers out of you and put them in front of your lips. “Now suck.”
You took in his fingers, sucking at them. “More.” He shoved them deeper in your mouth, making you gag a little. You tried to correct yourself quickly, letting your tongue roll up and down the length of them, tasting yourself. Feitan yanked your underwear off and it took everything in you not to hide yourself. You felt so exposed under his gaze.
As he stripped off his underwear and climbed on top of you, the reality of what was about to happen set in and you started to panic. “No!” you cried trying to close your legs. It was no use, Feitan was so much stronger than you. He dug his nails into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making you wince.
“You obey, not fight,” Feitan growled, bullying his way between your legs. You brought your hands up and start smacking his chest and shoving him away. A sudden, swift slap to your face stunned you into stillness. Your face stung as he gave you a look that struck fear into you. He gripped your jaw achingly tight and got in your face. “Chrollo never love you like this. He want girl who behave. Who listens.”
“But-” He dug his nails into your thigh more, making you yelp.
“And you never say no to Chrollo,” he practically spat. He released his grip on you, but his gaze kept you pinned in place. “You going to behave now? Or do I tell Chrollo you don’t love him enough.”
You gulped. “P-please don’t.”
“Then shut up and take it,” he replied, flipping you in your stomach. “You can’t be trusted on back.” He took both go your hands in one of his, holding them to your lower back, effectively making you immobile. You felt the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance, covering himself in your slick. He gave you no warning when he pressed into you, making you gasp.
Despite his smaller stature, his cock stretched your cunt. You whined as he thrust into you, not giving you any time to adjust. A slap came down on your ass. “Arch back more.” His free hand went down the length of your spine, putting you into place. The new position allowed him to get deeper inside you, hitting a spot that made you see stars. “Feels better for him. And you.” He was right, it felt so good. Your pussy throbbed with each brush of his cock at that sweet spot.
When you bit your lip to stifle a moan, you earned another sharp slap to your ass. You opened your mouth to cry out in pain, but it turned into a damn near pornographic moan as Feitan pounded you through it. “Like that. Let me hear.”
He continued to pound into you rough and hard. You knew you should hate it, that it shouldn’t feel so good, but god it did. You weren’t even faking your moans, they were all real reflections of the pleasure he gave you. Just when you thought it couldn't get more intense, his free hand snaked around to play with your clit.
“Fuck Feitan!” you cried out. You were on the precipice of an orgasm when he pulled his hand away, making you whine.
“You want to cum? Beg.”
“Please!” Another hard slap on your ass.
“Better than that.”
You begged, desperately, “Please Feitan! Please! Let me cum. I need to!”
“Good.” His hand was back on your clit, rubbing rough circles. “Now cum.” Your body responded immediately, tensing then melting into a deep, euphoric state. You were sure to moan loudly, to show him just how good it felt. You have heard him say good again, but your mind was too foggy to be sure. All you know is that he didn’t slap you again, so you must be doing something right.
Feitan pulled out of you quickly, spilling his cum on your ass and back with a low groan. He very much enjoyed when Chrollo gave him jobs like this. “Chrollo will cum inside. And you let him.” You nodded, feeling hazy and spent. Your body collapsed on to the bed as Feitan got up. He tossed a towel at you and told you to clean yourself up. You did your best to wipe his release off yourself as he dressed and disappeared out of the room.
You were just finished dressing when the door opened again. This time it was your boyfriend. “Chrollo!” you cried out with relief. You ran to him, hugging him tightly. He chuckled lightly; you played right into his plan. He knew Feitan would be rough with you and knew that would make you love his gentleness towards you even more. It was just another way to manipulate you into believing he was a good guy, to make you desperate for his approval.
“My sweet girl,” he hummed rubbing your head. “Feitan said you did good. Just a few more lessons and you’ll be perfect. I'm so proud of you, angel.”
You sniffled. “Really?”
“Of course,” Chrollo replied, giving you a chaste kiss. “I know you must really love me to do this. It makes me so happy. I hope you know I love you, too. All of the is for us, for out relationship.”
Maybe if you weren’t in such as haze you’d realize how ridiculous this all was. Or if you weren't s enamored with him. But both of those things blinded you. “I do love you! I know you love me too. I’ll do anything, I’ll learn fast. I promise.”
You returned to Feitan’s bed handful of more times over the next few weeks. He taught you to be the perfect lover for Chrollo, someone who submits fully and is eager to please. Overtime you found the lessons to be easier, even enjoyable. Well, maybe that was too strong of a word, but they were pleasurable. Feitan wasn’t gentle with you, but the more you learned and complied, the less he hit or was unnecessarily rough. You couldn’t deny that Feitan knew what he was doing.
Your favorite part, however, was how Chrollo treated you after. You lived for the praise he showered you with, how he kissed and held you. You never once doubted that he loved you, despite handing you over to Feitan. Your hard work paid off when Feitan finally told Chrollo you were ready.
You were a mix of nervous excitement as Chrollo led you to his bedroom. The two of you went out to dinner to celebrate and now it was time to show him you could be the perfect girl for him. You knew Feitan taught you well, but you couldn’t help but be a little nervous.
Chrollo’s lips found yours as you settled into the bed. Your lips moved against his with ease. You parted your mouth slightly, allowing your tongues to swirl together.
“Take your clothes off, my love,” Chrollo whispered in your ear.
“Yes sir,” you replied. You slid out go your dress, letting him admire the lingerie he bought for the occasion.
“All off.”
“Yes sir.”
Your cheeks flushed as you removed the final article of clothings covering you. Chrollo’s gaze was definitely softer than Feitan’s, but it still made your stomach flutter with nerves. You kept a brave face, letting him look without covering anything.
Chrollo smiled. “So beautiful,” he crawled on top of you, kissing your breasts. “My beautiful girl.” He sucked at the skin, in a way that would definitely leave a mark. “And all mine.” He continued kissing, sucking, licking up your chest and neck. You slid your hands through his hair, pressing your body into his touch. Chrollo hummed approvingly. “I allowed Feitan to touch you, but you’re mine. Everyone will know it. You want that right, baby? To be mine?”
“Yes!” you practically cried out as he sucked on a sensitive part of your neck. “’M all yours. Only yours.”
“Good girl,” he purred. He kissed you again as his hand traveled down you body. You slid your thighs open, allowing him access to your throbbing cunt. His fingers slid through you, letting your arousal coat them. “Soaked for me already? Didn’t realize you were so desperate for me.”
“Need you so b-oh,” your sentence died off in a moan as he pressed a finger inside you.
“What's that? I didn’t hear you,” Chrollo mused, pumping his fingers in you. He curled his finger against your sensitive spot, which had you mewling.
“N-need you so bad!” you cried. His thumb made contact with your clit, making your body jolt. Your thighs instinctively wanted to close from the pleasure, but you kept them open, as you knew he wanted.
“Think I wanna taste this pretty pussy. Would you like that, y/n? What my mouth on your cunt?” Chrollo asked, toying with your pussy.
“Yes sir! Want it, want whatever you want,” you replied breathlessly.
Chrollo smiled, loving your desperation, how it was clear you would let him do anything he wanted. He laid between your legs, licking a stripe up your pussy. “Mmm, so sweet.” He went straight to your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud. You didn’t stifle your moans at all. Your hands slid through his hair again, running your nails along the scalp. Chrollo let his tongue tease your hole, while his finger took over at your clit. You rolled your hips into him, grinding your pussy against his face just as Feitan told you to.
Chrollo’s tongue and fingers switched places. He fucked you with his fingers more intensely, giving your pussy a nice stretch.
“P-please, can I cum?” you questioned, trying to desperately to hold on. You did not want to cum before you were allowed. That was a big no.
Chrollo smiled. “Because you asked so nicely.” Your body responded immediately, releasing on his face. Your cried out his name as his tongue flicked your clit through your orgasm. Feitan had made you feel good, but Chrollo made you feel amazing. You knew your love for him made it so much better.
Chrollo sat up, appraising your body. He loved the power of you being naked and him being dressed. He loved that he could already see bruises forming on your neck. How you already looked fucked out from just his tongue. How you were looking up at him, desperate for more, but waiting for him to tell you what to do. He made a mental note to thank Feitan again.
“Undress me.”
You complied immediately. “Yes, sir.” Your body was weak from your orgasm, your hands shaking. Chrollo was amused by how your were so desperate for him that you struggled with he buttons on his shirt. You planted kisses down his body as you removed his clothing, another lesson from Feitan. When he was finally naked, you sat back and waited for his instruction.
Chrollo climbed back on top of you and you parted your legs for him dutifully. He teased his type at your hole. “Beg for it.”
“Please Chrollo! Want you so bad,” You begged, “Need you. Only you. Please let me make you feel good!”
Chrollo made a noise of approval. “Such a good girl for me.” He slid his cock into you, making you gasp. He was definitely a little bigger than Feitan, giving you a stretch. He pushed himself in slower than Feitan did, but didn’t give you much time to adjust. He rolled his hips against your yours, his paces quickly increasing.
His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly. His thumb brushed against your lower lip. You parted your lips, allowing him to slip the digit in. You sucked on it, keeping your eyes on his. You could feel Chrollo’s cock throb, egging you on. You began rolling your hips up to meet his, just like Feitan taught you.
“Fuck, I love you angel,” Chrollo groaned, “Knew you’d be my perfect girl.” He slipped his thumb out of your mouth, but kept his hand wrapped around your throat. You moaned, despite his grip getting tighter around you. That combined with him pounding into your pussy made you teeter close to edge.
“Chrollo I-nngh ‘m close,” you gasped. “Please can I cum?”
Chrollo dipped in to kiss you before responded, “Yes baby. Cum on my cock.” Your head lolled back as your second orgasm flooded your body. His name slipped from your lips in a desperate moan as the pleasure had you seeing stars. Chrollo fucked you through it, your spasming walls eventually pushing him over the edge. He moaned your name - the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard - filling your pussy with his warm release. His final way to fully claim you as his.
He didn’t pull out even when you both finished, leaning in to kiss you more. “I love you so much, you were so perfect,” he praised between kiss. “And now you’re mine. Forever.”
I have a hxh request ! feitan with an s/o who speaks his native language headcanons :)
Hey, thank you for the ask! I've been super busy so I haven't been able to get to the multi-character asks but once I have some time for myself I should get to them, thank you to everyone who submitted an ask as well ^^
Feitan x s/o who understands his language
Honestly he would be surprised, like he might've been cursing under his breath about something or someone and you're just like "yeah same" in his language
He would think you only know some phrases (honestly that would impress him too) but then you start full conversations with him. Feitan would tell you "huh, not bad" but on the inside he's fully like "HELL YEAH SOMEONE ELSE!"
You two definitely have convos just between the two of you. Sometimes you guys both rant about troupe shenanigans, maybe something Phinks did that week or Hisoka in general haha. Either way, you two have a lot of secret chats
I think it would be easier for him to speak his feelings and his mind to you if you knew his language. He feels less awkward about it, and he feels like he can express himself better. Feitan still hates talking about his emotions, but it will be easier to convince him to talk to you about how's he's feeling if you ask in his language
If you ever use lovey or romantic language to him expect him to be super flustered. He'll just bury his face more into his clothes haha
Overall, I think it would make him approach you easier than if you didn't know his language. It also makes him feel like he has a connection with you when you two first meet, which helps you befriend him.
I headcanon such a specific version of Feitan who is somehow every inch the sadistic torturer but is also incredibly shy.
In the bedroom and the basement, he is everything you know him to be; controlling, disciplined, and unrelenting.
But elsewhere? He can hardly bring himself to look in your eyes. He fidgets around you, shrinking into his cowl to hide the uncontrollable blush that decorates his cheeks whenever he’s around you.
You’ve screamed his name more times than he can count, his hands have explored your entire body, and yet-
Just asking you a simple question has him acting like a schoolboy with a crush.
