Ging Freecss x Reader

Synopsis: You would follow him to the ends of the earth, which is something he both hated and loved.

Song: Yandere (Slowed) by Jazmine Bean (Link: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui71Pg69kyc&feature=share)

Pariston was starting to annoy him, but it seemed that he was annoying you even more. Ging chanced a glance down at you, eyes narrowing at how you curled up against his arm. A pout evident on your lips as you fought the urge to mock the blonde on the stage.

Ging didn't understand you... He hasn't done anything that screamed "Yes. I like you. Please follow me to the ends of the earth".... Yet here you are, clinging onto him like he was some sort of lifeline. It didn't annoy him anymore, he'd even begrudgingly admit that he found some comfort in your presence, something he'd never voice even if he was tortured.

But you never cared, the only thing you seemed to care about was being next to him. He tried to think back to when you met... Was it before or after he had Gon? You knew about the child, but you had never seen him... or did you?

Ging couldn't remember, that time in his life was a blur.

You snuggling your head deeper into his bicep snapped him out of his thoughts as he flicked his eyes back to Pariston. "I hate him so much" you grumbled out as the blonde pointed your way and exclaimed that you were the "only person who would willingly be close to Ging". It was an insult and it made your blood boil, something Ging was hyper aware of.

"Y/n" Ging muttered, it was your first warning and usually that was all you needed, but-

"Actually, I'm starting to think Ging paid her to stay around" Paristons words made Ging roll his eyes, he knew what he was trying to do. Everyone knew that you were protective of Ging, even though you didn't have to be. And based on Paristons face and your anger rising faster and faster, Ging realized that Paristons plan was working.

But he was incredibly stupid for going through with it.

"I mean come on. Who would actually find him attractive? I guess it makes sense, considering she's an odd duck just like him-"

You bolted up from your seat, but a hand grasped your wrist before you could get too far. The crowd erupted into laughter but you couldn't hear anything as the blood rushed through your ears. Tears blurred your vision from Paristons words about Ging and now about yourself. "Awww is the little baby upset?" Pariston cooed at the way your bottom lip trembled, and while Ging looked calm and collected, he too was growing quite angry over this. He didn't care what the blonde said about him, but he was stupid for bringing you into it.

"S-shut up!!" You screamed out as Ging pulled you back, forcing you to sit back down beside him. Pariston laughed, which caused all the others to laugh as well, thinking you two were playing around. The laughing had you shrinking into the seat, embarrassment flooding your veins as the tears fell freely. Ging side eyed you, the sight of your sadness angering him more.

But he stayed calm, knowing that his outburst would just cause more problems, however.... His hand landed on your knee, squeezing the area in the hopes that you'd calm down. You didn't though, if anything it made things worse. Ripping your knee from him, you turned your whole body to face the stage. Ging never told you that he wanted you around, but his silence right now was telling you that he didn't care. You didn't know why, but that stung more.

Ging sighed, he was perfectly content with not expressing his feelings about you to you but it would seem that, thanks to Pariston, he's going to have to. "Y/n" Gings whisper hit your ears and while you were still upset, you couldn't help but melt at the way he said your name. "Y/n..." he whispered again, firmer this time in the hopes that you'd snap out of it. His hand landed on your thigh, thumb caressing the skin softly, comfortingly.

"Y/n... You know I love you"

Your shoulders went rigid, breath catching in your throat as his words played through your mind over and over like a broken record. Ging was trying to read your body language as he couldn't see your face, but by the way your shoulders relaxed, he knew that he said the right thing.

Or so he thought.

Your head slowly turned to face him, a scowl on your lips as you put your anger on him. "If you loved me, you would have stood up for me like I did for you" they felt like daggers in his chest, but he couldn't deny the truth behind them... Except for the fact that he did in fact love you, he just didn't want to face it. Your persistence was admirable and your kindness contrasted with his bluntness. He didn't know he wanted you... Didn't know he needed you. And now that you were looking at him like he was the worst person on this planet made him want to shrivel up and die.

But he knew you, knew what you needed.

Pulling his hand away, he nodded at you in silent understanding. Putting you back together wasn't going to be easy. But with the way you made him feel, he had to try.

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The break was much needed, you thought as you made your way into the lobby. Getting away from Ging and Pariston... Really everyone was needed. Your sniffles caught some passerbys attention, and they sent a empathetic look your way. It would have made you feel better, but you instead wondered if they laughed with Pariston and didn't take in the fact that he was making fun of a real person... You. A sweet person who didn't ask for the hatred sent her way.

You reached the bathroom and went to open the door but a hand stopped it from opening. You turned to glare at the person and came face to face with Pariston. His smirk was wide and mischievous, as if he was planning something you couldn't predict. "Move" you stated, hand tugging on the door once more in the hopes that he'd move with it, but he only slammed it shut again, his smile never faltering. Your nose scrunched up in confusion and disgust, was he really trying to make you hate everything about him in one go??

"I just wanted to say that everything I said out there was true, all of it except for what I said about you... That was just to make you see that the asshole next to you doesn't care about you-"

"I swear to God I will throat punch you if you don't shut the fuck-"

"Your threats are empty. So I would suggest you shut your mouth and listen." Your mouth slammed shut as he snapped back. Your eyes wandered to the area behind him. The bathrooms were far enough away from the lobby that no one could see you and because the chatter was so loud, no one would be able to hear you either. Fingers gripped your chin, ripping you to a position where your eyes were locked with his. "Eyes up here" he cooed as his fingers dug deeper into your jaw.

Your breathing was shallow, mind racing as you tried to think of a way out of this. "I want him to drop out of this race" Pariston stated firmly, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Ging had no desire with being in this race, everyone knew that...

"You do know that Ging doesn't want to be the next leader right?" You muttered out hoping that maybe this information would loosen the grip he had on you, but it only got tighter. Ripping you up towards him, his lips ghosted over yours "I don't care what he feels, I want him gone". You automatically recoiled in disgust, the feeling of his lips brushing against yours causing nausea to erupt in your stomach. Even though you were mad at him, no one other than Ging, was allowed to put their lips on yours. "Can you let me go..." you whimpered out, your fingers digging into the wrist of the hand that was still angrily gripping you.

"I don't want to... I kind of like how powerful you make me feel"

Your blood ran cold at his statement, not liking the fact that your forced submission was giving him pleasure. "You're sick" you spat out. You tried to sound menacing, but based on his dark grin, you knew it was anything but that. His mouth opened again but he slammed it shut. If you weren't so scared, you would have felt the bloodlust that Pariston was feeling. "Pariston... I think you have something of mine...."

His voice floated through your hazy mind, but the words weren't registering like they should have. Pariston only rolled his eyes before letting you go. Not realizing that he was holding you up, you stumbled back, slamming into the wall beside the door. Your eyes locked with Gings and noticed that he was talking, you didn't know who he was talking to or what he was talking about. The only thing on your mind was just how scared you were.

Pariston was mean sure, but he had never done anything like this. This felt evil. "She's very submissive when you got a firm grip on her huh?" Paristons words snapped you out of your daze and you finally felt Gings bloodlust in full. It was angry, angrier than you've ever felt come from him before. It was as if Pariston had found the magic words to anger Ging, and by the looks of it, they worked.

"Touch her again and I will kill you"

Pariston laughed loudly, he himself didn't know if he was laughing at the fact that Ging himself was in love yet didn't know it, or if he was laughing at the pathetic threat itself. "Fine. Fine. I'll leave her alone... Was just having fun" lies. They were all lies, and Ging knew it. Pariston was one of the reasons why Ging kept you away as much as possible. The man was always drawn to you for some reason and Ging didn't like that.

Pariston turned to face you, hand going to your chin to cup it again in his fingers. He ignored the way you flinched away and instead gripped onto you to keep you still. "It was a pleasure playing with you" he purred before placing his lips softly on yours. You froze, hands shaking as you tried to fight off the panic. It ended as fast as it came, but it still left you breathless and not in the good way. Pariston let you go and walked back towards the lobby, slamming his shoulder into Gings on the way out. Ging didn't even flinch, his eyes only glued to you as he took in your fear.

He'd kill that guy one day, he'd do it in your name. But for now - "Y/n" Ging called out as he moved his way towards your shaking body. "I'm sorry. I. I couldn't fight him off I just froze, but I... I didn't want that!!! I promise you I didn't-"

Ging yanked you into his embrace, silencing you as he shoved your face into his neck. The tears you were fighting off bursted from you the second he wrapped his arm around your waist, grounding you to him. The hand on your hair massaged your scalp as he cooed reassuring words into your ear. The fear oozing from you made him panic. It was then that he realized just how frightened he was of losing you. He didn't think Pariston would have killed you... No... Death wouldn't scare him this much. He was instead worried that Pariston would scare you away.

The mere thought of you being alive and not by his side was what scared him.

"Please stay with me" Ging whispered, hands clutching onto you as if you were going to float away from him and never come back. "I'll keep you safe, just please stay" the words made him sound vulnerable and even made him feel icky. The way you made him feel was foreign, which somehow overshadowed his pride. He decided then, as you curled into him that this is what you needed. You needed affirmation, promises, and love. Things he never thought he'd give anyone.

But you were different. Always have been, always will be.

"Do you actually love me?" Your whisper was airy, and if Ging wasn't so heavily focused on you he would have missed it but it hit him full force. Did he love you? Was this love? He pondered on it... Watching Pariston berate you and physically assault you caused Gings stomach to churn and he couldn't control his anger. He's never felt that way about anyone, not even himself. But then he realized something.

When someone berates him or tries to hurt him, you get angry. So angry in fact that you would do anything to make them stop. When he asked you why you did that, you always told him that you loved him. Loved him of all people.

He let out a sigh, preparing himself for what he was about to say, knowing that once it was muttered there was no more hiding it. There was no more cat and mouse, no more tears, no more secrets, nothing. But the thought of that didn't scare him as much as the thought of losing you. So.

"Yes... It would seem that I do indeed love you..."

A smile graced your lips as you cuddled in closer to his neck. You could feel the skin grow warm and knew instantly that he was blushing. "Knew it" your teasing tone caused him to jolt back in embarrassment, but you held onto him tightly cooing up at him that you were never going to let him go now that he's admitted it. And while at one time that would have annoyed him, he couldn't help but notice the way his heart raced at your promise of never leaving.