Summary: Reader has a special trait that makes Chrollo call his old friend back for help.

Warnings: mentions of missing heart?

Characters/Pairings: Phantom Troupe x Reader, Chrollo x Reader, Hisoka x Reader, Shalnark x Reader, Illumi x Reader

(fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1.5k

so uhhh this kinda sucks but if y’all wanna see more i’ll be glad to do more although i’m probably going to anyway hehe

Part 2

"Where are they?" she muttered to herself, raking her hands through her dark hair, "Chrollo said they would be here by now..."

She had been pacing the building of ruins for the past hour, almost regretting her decision to come in the first place, but she couldn't do that to Chrollo. If he was in need, she wouldn't hesitate to be there for him. She only wished he would be more considerate.

Glancing around her surroundings was an unfruitful experience, as the information she gathered since the first time was slim to none. Everything was dark and there was mounds of rubble encompassing the entire room. A set of stairs sat off to the side of the large room and stone pillars were scattered around in support of the ceiling. The only tell that people were even here at all was the placement of candles in a group at the top of the stairs.

She kicked a few broken pieces with the tip of her foot and roughly blew a strand of her own hair away from her face. Busying herself with the task at the forefront of her mind, not even bothering to look up, she almost hadn't noticed the additional presences in the room.

"What took you so long?" She joked with a smirk, still focusing on the playful pass time.

"We got a little caught up," a voice sounded from above her, "trust me it was not my intention."

Subtle murmuring came from the clump of spiders behind him, and at that point she glanced towards them to search the crowd and familiarize herself. A few of them looked the role as expected, but most of the others had jarringly human presentations, almost innocent. Of course, she had no room to judge, as she was sure she looked no more intimidating herself.

A wide grin overtook her features when her eyes finally landed on the leader. Seconds later, to the astonishment of the rest of the lot, his face broke out into a slight smile at the sight of hers. He jumped down to his spot in front of her, ignoring the skepticism of his colleagues.

"You look exactly the same as when I last saw you," he joked as he strutted towards her and looked down, almost menacingly, "no wait, I think your hair is longer."

At this they both let out a laugh and he turned his body to face his troupe once again, stepping aside to showcase his old friend and explain her role within the troupe. Unfortunately, he was beat to the punch by a blonde, childlike male.

"Boss? What exactly is she doing here?"

"As I have told you all earlier, this is (Y/N)," he gestured to the girl at his side who let her body fall into a comfortable bow with a giggle, "She's an old friend and she's going to help us out filling in spots for right now."

(Y/N), on the other hand, could tell that this information wasn't enough to satisfy the group and took a step forward with a gentle clearing of her throat.

"I used to take care of Chrollo when he was little," she turned to the subject of interest with a slight smile, taking in the amount of gasps and confused looks before her, "I've known him longer than any of you have, so I'm here to help him, of course."

"But you can't be any older than we are. In fact, you look even younger than Danchou! Just how old are you?"

Stifling another giggle into her hand, she looked up at the blonde and twirled, her long, dark hair flitting around her carelessly.

"I was actually waiting for someone to ask," placing a finger to her lips in a shush motion, she continued, "Technically I'm only 24."

"Then how-”

"But in reality, I've been alive for around 400 years, and counting."

And there it is. The gasps and confused looks deepened tenfold and she bathed in the attention and her ability to cause such a commotion within a group of such composed characters. It never got old.

"You see, I have no heart, so not only do I not age, but I cannot, realistically, die either," she pointed to her chest and the empty space where her heart should be, "I say realistically because while I have died before, I always resurrect perfectly intact."

"Well she's certainly good looking for a 400 year old lady..."

"Thank you! I think so too,"

Then she had tilted her head to mumble in her friend's ear, "Do you think you could introduce your fellow spiders?"

"Of course," he then turned and proceeded to point to each of the other 11 members and recite their names as well as a summary of their skills and abilities. Her eye was caught on the blonde by the name of Shalnark and the clownlike individual named Hisoka, but for entirely different reasons.

In her mind, she saw Shalnark in a similar way as she saw herself. He was innocent enough, sweet voice and from what she could tell he was stellar at interacting with others. He had nothing to show of his sinister line of work besides the small, suspicious gadget in his left hand.

She related to his innocence, however fake it was. With her light colored cloak, her insignificant figure, and the vibrant gaze in her eyes, she looked as though she had never done anything wrong in her life. And in a state like this, she had absolutely nothing to prove otherwise.

Hisoka, on the other hand, caught her eye because of the foul intentions behind his own gaze. (Y/N) had been around people long enough to recognize small things like this one. She saw through his passive, indifferent facade and she could tell he was hiding a lot more than his spider counterparts. He was to be watched.

"Say, Chrollo, how about we go somewhere and catch up," the male quirked an eyebrow at her as she continued, "I would say my treat, but I'm sure that won’t be an issue either way."

Summary: Kenma’s twin sister drops in on Nekoma’s practice one day. Lev is captivated by her but is halted by her unknown connection to the soft-spoken setter.

Warning(s): some good ol’ hand holding

Characters/Pairings: Lev x reader, Nekoma x reader, Kenma, Kuroo, Team

(fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1k

“Kozume,” she yelled sweetly, prancing into the practice gym with a devilish smirk on her face (Meanwhile, the aforementioned sighs and avoids her gaze with his phone), “I finally get a chance to come see you practice and this is how you treat me? I’m hurt.”

Her hands come up to ruffle his bleach blond hair, before coming together in a clap. Although, she doesn’t look all too hurt, judging from the look on her face alone.

She’s short, shorter than Kenma, and her eyes hold a glitter of life to them that Lev had never seen before. Her long, dark hair falls smoothly down her back and the school uniform she dons fits her unusually well. She’s pretty, no doubt, but looking around the room, Lev could see he wasn’t the only one who thought so.

Half the guys on the court were catching glances of this girl, silently questioning her relationship with Kenma, of all people. Lev knew Kenma was a nice guy when he wanted to be, but he certainly wasn’t social or even remotely as bubbly as this girl seemed to be. Lev didn’t even think he was worried about girls yet.

“Hey, Lev,” Yaku prodded his elbow into his friend’s side, “you think that’s Kenma-san’s girlfriend?”

“What? No way, I-”

“Relax Haiba, it was just a question!” Yaku stuttered out a laugh at Lev’s denial. Clearly it wasn’t hard to tell that he was having some sort of feelings towards this girl. The silver headed boy narrowed his eyes as he looked pointedly downwards.

“Of course, Chibi-chan,” he grumbled, turning his attention back to the original topic of interest, ignoring Yaku’s furious expression.

Her smile was beaming with equal parts adoration and mischief. A rare combination, really, and the more he looked, the more it reminded him of a certain teammate with an affinity for gaming. They’ve probably been together so long that they have similar mannerisms!

Lev physically cringed at the thought.

“(Y/N),” Kenma started, without even looking up at her from his game, “I thought we already agreed that you would go home today. We’ll probably be here later than usual.”

“Aww don’t be so cold. I just wanted to come watch for a bit,” she took a seat next to him and poked his cheek softly, puffing out her own in mock annoyance, “I never said I would stay the whole time.”

As she said this, her catlike eyes glanced around the room in assessment, taking in everything that had been set up and everyone who takes up so much of her beloved Kenma’s time every day. She hesitated on the tall, silver-haired male before her face split into that same mischievous grin.

Her long strides contrasted greatly with her not-so-long legs, hinting at her prowess and confidence. Before long she halted in front of him, tossing her hair over her shoulder and holding her hand out.

“Hi. I’m (Y/N),” she spoke sweetly. At this, the setter’s eyes snapped up to the two and he squinted slightly, “And you are?”

It took Lev a few seconds to finally get his body to respond. With wide eyes and a light blush littering his cheeks, he held out a hand to grasp hers.

He savored the way it felt, although short lived. Her hands were much smaller than his large, thin ones, but he adored them. He didn’t notice he hadn’t actually answered her question.

The rest of the group tittered quietly in disbelief, their shock resonating throughout the gym, save for Kenma and Kuroo. Lev had a feeling his captain knew something he didn’t, but that was for him to figure out another time. Right now, a pretty girl was holding his hand.

And dragging him away....?

“Kozu~” the girl sung with a giggle, pulling him until they had stopped in front of the usually uninterested setter, “I think the only thing I’m regretting is not coming here sooner.”

The blush on Lev’s face was stifled by his fear looking into his teammate’s now glaring eyes. He had never seen this much emotion on him before in all his time here, and as pretty as she was, he didn’t want to be dragged into some couple feud that he didn’t know anything about. Was he just a tool to make her boyfriend jealous?

“(Y/N),” Kenma warned with a low, almost silent tone, but the girl picked up on it and only giggled again in response.

“C’mon... you would think as my twin you would at least trust me!” She spouted and Lev almost didn’t hear what she said over his heartbeat in his ears.

“Excuse me,” his eyes flitted back and forth between the two of them, “did you say twin??”

“Of course! You really think I would associate with this loser if I weren’t related to him?” She pointed and Kenma gave her shin a gentle kick of warning.

“It’s not like you’re any better, (Y/N).”

“Kuroo stay out of it,” she whined with a huff, “at least I have friends. And I would be making more if it wasn’t for you glaring them down.”

With that she tugged on Lev’s hand again and dragged him to the other end of the court where he was out of earshot.

“Do you have your phone on you?” She questioned bluntly and Lev nodded, “Let me give you my phone number so we can associate without my brother killing the mood.”

He fumbled through his pockets quickly before pulling out his phone and placing it in her outstretched hand, rubbing the back of his neck lightly. Just behind her he could see Kuroo stifling a laugh at his pupils newfound silence.

“There. Now we can get to know each other better, uh-”

“Lev,” he uttered for her.

“Lev. Well I’ll see you later, Lev-chan!”

She dropped his hand, giving him one last look over, then silently turning on her heels and bouncing away through the gym doors, the same confidence oozing in her steps as the last. The megane couldn’t help his lopsided grin as he watched her leave, frozen in his spot.

“Dude, I think Lev might become your brother in law,” he faintly heard Kuroo joke from his spot next to Kenma.

Summary: Rock Lee and the other Shinobi go out to celebrate a job well done, but his favorite person is nowhere to be seen. Chaos ensues, and his favorite person is the only one who can stop it.

Warnings: drinking, mourning, fluff, tiny bit of angst

Characters/Pairings: Rock Lee x Reader, Naruto, Tenten, Habu (Waiter), the rest of the gang

(fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1903

“Where is (Y/N)?” Lee couldn’t stop himself from asking as his trained eyes searched through the group of ninjas all crowding together at the bar.

He knew it was a bad idea to come in the first place, but he had more self control now and he knew the effects those drinks had on his body. After all, he was here to celebrate and spend time with his friends. They scarcely spent time all together like this.

But it seemed as though someone was missing.

As he entered with Neji at his side, his friends came in waves to come and greet the two with kind smiles and swift hugs, none of them seeming to notice the lack of the shinobi that had caught his eye the most and who was the greatest reason for him to show up. When his teammate herself went to pull away from the greeting, he caught her arm and looked into her eyes with a concerned look.

“Where is she?” He said breathlessly, his mind racing with a thousand different reasons as to why the girl in question was not present. Even without speaking her name, Tenten knew of who he was inquiring about, being (Y/N)’s best friend as well.

“She said she was going to be a little late,” Tenten shook her head lightly, “she had something to take care of.” She plainly stated, not having any more information to give. Pulling her arm out of his grasp gently, she patted his drooping shoulders in solace.

Of course, Lee knew that with everyone’s busy lives and their responsibilities of being a shinobi that not everyone would have time to show up, although he had hoped that person at least would not be her. It was a one out of more than ten chance, but Lee always had the worst luck.

“Come on, Lee, don’t be so down,” Tenten whined as she lead him over to the group again, “she will be here. You can be sad any other night.”

He shook his head but straightened up anyway. The kunoichi was right, tonight was a night of youth and celebration, not of despair. He would live his best moments as (Y/N) would want him to.

Lee didn’t quite know why he was so drawn to you. It wasn’t like his former crush on his, now friend, Sakura. That was simply an infatuation, but with you it felt like more. Like he lived and breathed every day to be able to see your face, and he died a little inside when he couldn’t. You brought out the best and worst in him all at once and he couldn’t explain how, yet no matter what it reigned true.

Again, he shook his head, forcing himself out of his own thoughts and threw himself down into the booth seat next to Naruto. He was determined to be his normal, youthful self without you for a little while, and if he couldn’t– well I’ll just have to do 3,000 more pushups during tomorrow’s training.

“Nice to see ya, buddy!” Naruto exclaimed at the boy, slapping a hand to his jumper clad back. The signature wide grin that he sported was enough to convince him that the night would have to be great. He needed it to be.

Not long after, a young– and bored– waiter rounded the bar to Lee’s table, in one hand a notepad and the other a pen. He cleared his throat lazily and spoke up at the group with a tone similar to the one Shikamaru always used, nearly making Lee laugh at the thought.

“What drinks would you all like to get started off with?”

The table boomed with a variation of drinks, ranging in simplicity and taste, although the overwhelming majority was alcoholic some way or another. Lee had struggled to even hear himself, but requested a simple glass of water nonetheless. The waiter rubbed his forehead and focused in on individual requests, but they all blurred together and he just nodded and retreated back to his station, never even marking the paper with his pen. Thinking he had just been overly intuitive, Lee told himself that he shouldn’t be worrying so much. After all, he had promised himself to enjoy the night. Taking a deep breath and relaxing his previously furrowed brows, he listened in on Naruto’s and Shikamaru’s conversation, soon forgetting all about his anxieties.

It seemed like seconds before the same waiter came back with a tray, for Lee was so busy having fun and joking around with his friends. Setting the tray down and passing around the drinks, the waiter, whom Lee now noticed was named Habu, gave each of them a once-over before speaking again.

“Would you guys like any appetizers or something from our happy hour menu to go with your drinks? They’re 15 percent off for the next 20 minutes,” He glanced at his watch to confirm. Upon hearing this, the group– Kiba, Choji, and Naruto mainly– began throwing out orders in a chaotic fashion, not even bothering to take their time. Lee grasped the glass in front of him with a loose shake of his head and proceeded to take a long sip of the still, clear drink, believing it to be the water he asked for.

Of course, he realized it wasn’t when the familiar burn of his throat and tastebuds reached his brain and his eyes widened before drooping as he lost his grasp on his supposed self control.

Meanwhile, across the village was a girl, made small by her posture crouched over a large stone burial site with flowers in her hand. Her long hair fell over her face in wisps and her shoulders heaved, taking a long sigh before placing a finger to the cool rock.

“I miss you, mom,” she whispered as she took another shaky breath, blowing her hair out of her face, “I have so much to tell you.”

“For starters, I completed another successful mission yesterday,” the girl continued staring solemnly at the letters she had imprinted in her brain from reading over and over, “I’ve grown a lot. I’m not a little girl anymore,” she huffed then followed it with a breathy chuckle. Nervously picking at the skin of her fingers, she spoke again.

“I met a boy. Surprising, I know, but I really think he could mean something,” she smiled faintly as she thought of the boy with the bushiest brows and brightest attitude she had ever seen. He always made her feel important, like she was ruler of everything in the universe, but she was just her. Plain little (Y/N) from the village hidden in the leaves. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I’m going to see him again tonight. I know you would like him, mom,” again she leaned her head down towards the grave, a tear slipping from her eye, staining the gray surface, “you really would.”

Then, all at once, (Y/N) stood up from her position and heaved. This was hard. Even though she had been coming to her mother’s grave frequently for almost 3 years, she never knew how to say goodbye. She didn’t like it. It reminded her of the last time she had meant it. Wordlessly she turned away, beginning her walk back into the village where she would be meeting her friends to celebrate their successes. Hopefully that would cheer her up.

Along the way she passed many shops and buildings, most of them closed for the night. The scenery at this time was beautiful, though, and she took her time in making it to the bar she had been invited to.

As she turned the corner, a stream of people, all panicked and hurried, pushed past her away from the direction she was headed. Confused, she kept towards it and the kunoichi approached closer to her destination, the chaos growing with screams and loud sounds of breaking, cracking, pushing, demolishing.

With one glance she gasped, her hands dropping to her side as she ran towards the once bustling building.

“Where is she?!” Her ears perked up with the familiar voice in such an unfamiliar tone. She knew it had to be Lee, there was no doubts about that, but what he was doing was another story. And who was this girl that he had mentioned?

“Where is (Y/N)?”

Another gasp left the girl’s lips and she furrowed her brows in determination and understanding. If it was her he wanted then it was her he would get. She had heard stories about Lee’s troubles with the burning liquid, but she wrote them off as exaggerations and never had she seen it for herself until now.

“Lee?” She almost whispered as she warily opened the door to the destroyed building. A chair flew past her head as she ducked and squinted to focus on the taijutsu specialist. Noticing he was distracted with his back turned towards her, he towered over the group of shinobi before slurring again.

“Where is she, where is she, where is she??!” he growled as he stomped his feet and evaded every attempt his friends had to try and catch him, “I want her! I want to see her!” He stomped again, swaying slightly before he heard a gentle voice from behind him, almost too soft for his ears.

“Lee?”

The raging boy turned as his eyes landed on the girl he had been calling for. All of the sudden he felt guilty. He felt everything. Dropping the furniture that had once been raised over his head, he swayed his way over to her, stopping just short of arm’s length.

His breath caught in his throat when his half-lidded eyes ran over your concerned face. Your hair was loose, messy even, but it was still the most beautiful he had ever seen you. The red in your eyes was a clear tell that you had been crying and he reached a hand out with a pang in his full heart. Your eyes never once left him as he grew closer and closer to you, his hand holding yours.

One step, he was close enough to hug you.

Another step, you could feel his breath on your cheeks and smell the alcohol on his tongue.

Another, he pressed his chest to yours, still holding your hand as you gazed up into his glittering eyes.

“I’m here, Lee,” You whispered.

Your heart was beating so fast it could’ve quit on you right then, but you wouldn’t have noticed. All you had on your mind was Lee. Lee and that stupid face of his.

“I’m right here.”

And you took him into your arms, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. His arms came under yours to drag you impossibly closer to him and the next thing you knew his lips were on yours.

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