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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Cry-Baby // Phinks, one shot - part of hhighkey’s phantom troupe universe series
Rating: mature
Story Contains: implied past kidnapping, emotional manipulation, possessive/overprotective tendencies, rough sex, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, overly sensitive / easy to manipulate reader, phinks is not the good bf reader thinks he is, reader is unaware of the troupe until halfway, panic attacks, anger issues
Note: around 13.2k words, ao3 link: xxx , this one shot is a big expansion off the smut headcanon I did awhile ago for Phinks. This has references to my Uvogin oneshot 'Taken' as his partner is the Reader from that (she's unnamed), and my Feitan one shot 'An Ode to...' is referenced slightly. On ao3 I have these one hits in a series for like a ‘phantom troupe universe’ so there's some overarching themes / connections going on. which reading the others aren't needed tho if u don't want!
It didn't take much, the TV channels with the abandoned dogs or a too sappy book, even your favorite ice cream being sold out. You'd be tearing up, lash line wet and moist as tears slowly dripped down. A tightening in your sensitive chest as you desperately tried to stop the looming cries that always found their way out.
Since the day a tall muscular, handsome blonde in a tracksuit walked into your life, everything changed. At first overwhelming joy over the man who memorized your coffee order, brought you tulips after you said you liked them in passing. Even your elderly next door neighbor adored him and she was a tough nut to crack.
You weren't sure when it changed. Six months of spending time together, careful glances as you saw how Phinks had immeasurable strength yet he'd blush at the smallest of things that came to you.
So when did your life take a hard right turn? Had it really been the moment you meant Phinks, or was it when you told him about your new job opportunity with relocation? You remembered the panic on his chiseled features, how he ran his thick fingers through his combed blonde locks. How your back hit the wall as he stood over you, apologies spilling from his lips and then black.
Intense grief over your past life and sudden lack of freedom contributed to the constant tears of your already sensitive state. Did you necessarily care that the man you loved was insanely protective, not allowing you to leave his home? And that your poor, soft head never once considered it to be kidnapping? Once dreaming of the day he asked you out but now he wanted you by his side forever? Phinks tried his best, he really did, leaving the room if a fight got intense, body language the epitome of a dangerous man when angry. Even as his fists clenched in anger because you refused something. Let you yell at him. Let you have your moments to starve yourself just to spite him. But the man knew how to woo- from your favorite music to shows, to learning to bake with you. His hot temper and possessive tendencies meant little when he babied and cared for you every turn.
One day, you supposed you'd just snapped that your relationship with Phinks was more important than being able to have a phone or shop on your own. Or perhaps you gave into the feelings that were already there before he took you. You just stopped fighting the claws of doubt that nudged at your mind that kidnapping someone was not normal, that you can't be with him now. That meant little once you finally pressed your lips to his out of the blue and his tense muscled melted against you. Once you remembered a book you read in school, an intense look into the life of a woman who had intense Stockholm Syndrome and the psychology into it. You cried and cried over the book. Mourned for the fictional character, but somehow, in a messed up way you kept finding yourself rooting for their love. Maybe that was a big reason the author wrote it. You didn’t believe your love for Phinks was based on a psychological abuse based bond.
Phinks took you because he feared he’d lose you, he’d apologized for his mistakes. He never got violent towards you when business went bad or you’d not communicated in a way he needed while traveling. And that was good enough for you.
Oh you could not wait for him to get home, he'd called the landline this morning to let you know he was on his way. You could jump for joy, heart racing with every growing excitement, fluttering nerves as you'd cleaned the townhome all morning.
You glance to the timer, the minutes ticked down to when your garlic butter pull-away bread would be done- Phinks’s favorite. Growing up, your mother always emphasized the importance of a clean home, of cooking and preparing a meal for someone after a long day's work. You hoped she'd be impressed with the life you had with Phinks.
'Alright,' you smiled to yourself as a faint alarm went off. Grabbing the oven mitts, you pulled the perfectly golden loaf out and placed it on the cooling rack. Oven now off you left the kitchen to change.
It was almost time for Phinks to arrive home. You’re too impatient by that point, keep looking at the clock in your bedroom. The scent of him that lingered on the pillow you liked to hug close was no longer comforting in his place. With a smile you wanted to dress up better, so you made your way to the closet to pick a dress.
"Babe?" The front door to your shared townhome slammed shut. Phinks's voice carried up the stairs even though you heard him going towards the kitchen most definitely smelling the fresh bread.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, a gentle smile as you smoothed down your dress. It was a new one Phinks had given you with a blush, saying he saw it and figured you'd look cute. And seeing him so embarrassed made you giddy, excited for him to see you in it.
And of course you'd let him know you missed him the last few days he'd been gone on a business trip.
"Hey, coming down." You called out, making your way to the stairs. You saw his bag dropped at the door with shoes discarded, mentally making a note to straighten them up.
"There you ar-" Phinks stopped mid sentence as his gaze lasered on you, he always hated having you out of his sight, made him nervous. His pupils went big as they traveled along every inch of skin, raking in the dress that fit your body perfectly, "Shit you look good."
"Think so?" You blushed, nervous as you gave him a little spin.
"Know so."
Phinks wasted no time to grab your waist and pull you into him. He breathed in your scent as he peppered kissed onto the top of your head. He relished in how you squeezed him, nuzzling your face into his chest.
"Missed you." You whined before giving him your best puppy eyes, "You aren't leaving anytime soon again right? Been gone a lot lately and I hate sleeping alone."
"Aw baby," Phinks cooed, "You're adorable. Hate being away from you, you know that right?"
You nod, enthused and burning with want. Liquid heat spreads throughout your core as his hands slyly inch closer, "I know."
It never took long for Phinks to get you undressed and pliant beneath him, completely at his mercy. The feeling of his warm body encapsulating yours was intoxicating mixed with the smell of his cologne. Light kisses fanned your hot skin as he reclaimed your lips for the nth time, meshing into a feathery pure want.
It was those kisses, how you found yourself stripped, panties discarded and the top of your dress pulled down enough to free your breasts, the skirt hiked up.
His fingers dig into your hips and you think you’ll have bruises for days from how his hips had thrusted into your cunt for the last hour. Sounds of slapping skin still reverberated in your ears as beads of sweat littered his skin, muscles always flexing with every movement.
"Oh baby," Phinks cooed as he stroked your cheek, fingers pinching and squeezing your wet stained flesh.
You were a mess. Shaking hips and messy hair, eyeliner smeared under the waterline. Phinks had made you cum more times than ever already since got back and started with his head between your legs. So poor little you was a babbling mess with clouded, lust filled thoughts.
Phinks preferred you this way, well-behaved and hazy, gasping for breath underneath him with your calves resting on his biceps. You're so dazed you barely notice how his thumb flicks to your sensitive clit making your lower body spasm,
"Oh!" you gasp as you see stars. And it's all becoming too much. How hot your body is, how untamable a fire within you is as your hips buck and knots tighten in your abdomen. "Too much Phinks!! Can't-"
And that's when your tears fall. As if all cords and knots snapped at once your mind glittered with pleasure- too much pleasure that it was painful. So much so that you let out an honest to god sob as pools of wetness stain your flushed cheeks. Phinks hips stuttered for a second, coming to a halt as he watched you cry with love in his eyes. The way you were a goddess underneath him, how your face contorted and with hips giving him perfect friction.
"Oh fuck baby- that's hot, keep fucking crying for me." Phinks pressed into you more as he spoke low like a threat, cock pistoning against your cervix as he abused your clit, his thumb determined to stay put as you squirmed. Seeing the puddles fall from your eyes made him shake, a shiver running down his spine.
And tears fell faster from his words alone as your abdomen burned. You barely recognize the whines leaving your lips through sniffles and cries, and snot begins to drip. Your poor wrists burn from the rope that tied them to the bed frame, the helplessness turning you on even more.
Phinks face was inches away as he loomed over you, his pupils blown wide as he grinned past his canines. He found it so fascinating how the tears rolled down staining the sheets around your head. Fascinating that he could give you, his pretty little girl, such pleasure like rapture that you were weeping. Your breath fanning across his face with desperate whimpers from the deep of your throat sent him over the edge. Each intake of air was a job in itself, ragged breathing as you clawed at any of his skin you could grasp.
"Phinks! M' too full- too much-"
Phinks just grunts. Braced himself over you as he suddenly left you empty, just the utmost tip of his long cock inside your gummy walls. A cocky smirk danced across his face and chiseled cheekbones, utterly obsessed with you, twisted feelings in his chest. Your dilated irises, fidgeting and thrashing figure from electricity that corrupted you- made him growl as tears continued to roll down your puffy cheeks. And how as he slammed his hips to yours- to the hilt- deeper- making a cry leave you as a bulge formed in the low plush of your abdomen- made the knots in his stomach begin to unravel. Liked how he could see himself in you- liked how as he pressed down on your tummy you shrieked and cried, begging him to stop as you came, feeling too full, too out of control. Squirt dribbled from your swollen hole as he wiped away at translucent liquid dripping down your face. Blank eyes. All empty on your fucked out face because of him.
He fucked you through your nth orgasm, grunting and gasping as the squelching noises from your dripping, swollen cunt rang through the air. "You're my good girl aren't ya? Such a pretty baby crying while I fuck your tiny cunt. Gonna fill that greedy tight pussy, princess.”
You cried, nodding your head furiously begging him to cum inside you, as if you'd die if he didn't.
"Yeah? Know you like it when I cum inside you- beg me- please- need to hear you." And just like that he fell apart. The side of Phinks only you ever got to see. So demanding, so rough, but just a lovesick fool for your crying form shoved full with his cock.
"Ah Phinks-" you were seeing stars, vision slowly going in and out as intense waves of pleasure took over you as your cunt squeezed the life from your lover's cock, "Love you Phinks—" you were babbling, rambling unable to speak straight, "I need you- inside me- m' my pussy needs you."
"Fuck." He grunted as his climax was raining down on him, "All mine, babe." Phinks saw white as he came, falling down on you as he shoved his face into your neck. His cock was to the hilt, shoved into your womb as you dry sobbed leaving deep nail marks on him. Your stomach expanding as his warm cum swarmed your insides, leaving you fuller than you'd been before. Gasping and hugging him close, legs wrapped around his waist so he couldn't leave you- not like he would. The way he nipped at your skin, sucking and nibbling along your collarbone and lower neck. How he ground his still hard and pulsing cock against your spasming walls that just sucked him in.
His calloused hands soon came into contact with your face as he pushed up, adoringly staring down. He wiped away your loose tears earning him a tiny smile he so loved to see.
"You always take me so well," and your chest soared as he kissed your forehead. You'd done well for him! His good girl!
The tears soon dried completely as you'd find yourself in a warmed lathering bath- Phinks doting on your every move whilst unbeknownst to you, the faint sound of the news in the living room was talking about a specific criminal organization.
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"Are you ready to finally meet Uvogin and his girl?"
You nodded ecstatically, "Yes, yes, so excited to meet her, no offense to Uvogin."
"Figured you would be, he won’t care he’s probably only comin’ for the food. Woulda loved to have you meet her a few months ago but her health was bad, Uvo wanted to make sure she was hundred percent before meeting new people. Some disease involving her lungs wasn't paying attention."
"I understand, that's scary." You hummed, kneading dough for its final stretching. Though you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's ability to relay information regarding others, "This needs another 45 minutes to sit and rise some more, then it can go in the oven."
"Which is my job right?"
"Yes don't want to burn myself." You purse your lips, "Feel like something's missing though."
"Like what?" Phinks wrapped his muscular arms around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"Don't know, maybe an ingredient?" You looked about your organized mess before a lightbulb went off in your head, "Oh, the fruit, can you get the cantaloupe out and cut it into cubes?"
"Yes ma'am." He kissed your head again before going to cut the fruit.
Boy did Phinks make cooking an extensive meal easier (though at first it was substantially harder by his lack of knowledge or experience). He’d handle anything too hot, he was better with knives, and no longer did you have to mix until an arm cramped. You liked the cute overly focused look that'd crease his brows and pursed his lips as he focused on a task you gave him. It warmed your insides at how dutiful he was towards you, how he enjoyed your girly hobbies as he’d call them.
Time went by too fast whenever you cooked, and it felt as if you never left yourself enough of it. You cut it too close for comfort, the food ready a minute before the sound of the doorbell went off. You’re in the middle of bringing dishes to the dining room table as two new voices meet your ears. Not able to stop the growing but, still nervous as you brushed along your pink apron.
“Babe,” Phinks voice called out, “C’mere.”
You obeyed as if on cue, “Hi.” As you walked from the open kitching to where they stood in the foyer, Phinks hugged you to his side.
“Uvo.” Said the largest man you’ve ever laid eyes on with a large grin. And Phinks is stifling laughter as you look Uvo up and down with parted lips, head cocked to the side. Even the girl besides Uvo attempts to hold amusement too.
Uvogin introduced her to you, his fiancé, which had been news to Phinks. And earned him a glare for not knowing his friend got engaged when they recently moved right next door. The audacity of men.
"Hi, I'm Y/N." You said, politely pulling the large man's partner in for a hug. Everyone was small compared to Uvogin you thought, but this woman had an aura to her that pulled you in as if the giant didn't exist. Her smile was so warm and she smelled of fresh rose and pine. You note she’s frail, remembering what Phinks said about her health, and you loosen your arms on her.
“So,” You rub your hands together motioning for people to follow, “People hungry enough to eat?”
“I’m fuckin’ famished.” Uvogin helped his way to where the food sat out at the table; Different vegetables, cantaloupe, roasted lamb and a cinnamon loaf. From the corner of your eye you see his fiance scolding him as he tried to grab a piece of meat, and for a moment you felt a surreal sense of belonging. To see them seeing so content together, you hoped that was how you and Phinks came across, since interactions with others were so limited.
You gave the table a final look as the three of them sat down, needing one last thing you moved to the kitchen. The sound of cell phones going off is easily recognizable as you grab napkins and a serving spoon. Glancing across the island you see Phinks typing away at his phone.
A chime went off and then another. You watched as Uvogin and Phinks looked semi-annoyed scowling at the screens, “Huh.” Uvo muttered as he wrapped an arm over the back of his fiance’s chair. “What’s normally on Channel 5?”
“What?” She asked him, sending you an annoyed look that read ‘Men’ as you placed napkins around the circular table.
“Dunno. Y/N could you grab the remote since you’re up?” Phinks asks.
“Of course, one sec, the remote is over there.” You say, padding over to the loveseat on the other side of the room where Phinks was watching something earlier.
Clicking the TV on you find it was already set to Channel 5, immediately fixated on the news, showing pictures of a gruesome crime scene. Turning the volume up, your stomach drops at the banner flashing on the screen in red ‘Phantom Troupe Strikes Again: 35 Dead, 12 Missing.’
“Oh my god,” You say with a gasp taking in the horrid sight, “That’s horrible.”
As you glance to where the other three stand, you immediately notice the discomfort. Uvogin and his fiance are staring dead at Phinks, while Phinks fingers flex at his side unblinking, directed at you.
“What?”
“She doesn’t know?” Uvo’s fiance asked in a hushed voice, you barely hear it.
“Know what?” You move forward, while she stares at you with wide eyes, immediately looking down at her plate.
“Oh- uh,” Phinks stammered as he quickly got up to make his way to you, “Just that news has been all over, she probably assumed you knew. Pretty scary.”
What you can see of her, Uvo’s partner didn’t have the ability to play it off. She seemed as if mentally transported elsewhere as she played with her fingers.
“We’re gonna get going...” Uvogin says abruptly. He shot Phinks a look and it makes you want to scream, feeling as if left out of one big joke.
“Turn that shit off.” Phinks is at your side faster than you’ve ever seen him move. You jumped back in shock, flinching from the dark look on his face. You’re frozen at the sound of the remote shattering against the wall.
It’s then that Uvogin is dragging his girl out with none of the food yet to be touched, but you catch her lips moving your way, you think she’s mouthing- ‘It’ll be fine.’ Not that it comforted you. The front door slammed.
And then there were two.
Tension that could be cut with a knife. You inch away from him, gaze flitting from the now black screen of the TV to Phinks. Something tells you his outburst has to do with the news, why he always told you your soft brain couldn’t handle it. That he just wanted to protect you from bad things that’d make you cry.
“Phinks?” He doesn’t respond; fists clenched as he stares downwards. A bulging vein on his forehead tells you this is serious. “Tell me what's going on, why did they seem nervous? Why’d they leave so quickly? Did I do something wrong?”
“Thought I told you not to watch the news.”
“It was on when I turned it on Phinks, you were the last one who used it.”
“Shit.” He had been. He didn’t flip the stupid fucking channel or bother to remember which channel numbers lined up with which station.
“Please be honest, you and Uvo were having a conversation with your eyes! I feel like an idiot being left out of this. Why did she say ‘I didn’t know’ when I brought up the Phantom Troupe? And what you responded with doesn’t add up.”
“You’re gonna hurt your brain thinkin’ so hard babe. Let’s drop it.”
“You broke the remote by throwing it against the wall, Phinks.” You place your hands on your hip, frustration bubbling in your chest. “That was uncalled for especially in front of guests.”
“Fuck.” Phinks breathes heavy into his hands before pressing them against his forehead, “Fuck!”
You step back, swallowing hard. His outburst has your brow lining in sweat, terror pulsing at the back of your mind.
“Phinks?” The watergates opened as fat tears fell down your cheeks, “Y-you’re scaring me.”
You think he’ll comfort, explain it and take your fears away. But he doesn’t.
“Y/N.” His eyes look as if they’re screaming for your forgiveness. Slowly, Phinks tugs off his sweatshirt. Suddenly you felt as if the room increased a hundred degrees, you’re too hot, feeling like you’ll choke from the dense air. Then he strips off his shirt, “You know how I keep this covered, told you it was an embarrassing scar?” You nod. “It’s a tattoo.”
“Tattoo of what?” You whisper.
You were never bothered by the fact he kept a bandage-like piece on his right shoulder blade. You assumed it was so personal that eventually he’d open up. Because you trusted him.
But as his fingers peel it off, you catch sight of black ink.
A black spider with a number 5 inked in the middle stares back.
An incessant ringing blares in your ears. You’d heard of that tattoo, that it signifies the person is a spider, a fearsome thief of the underworld. A member of the Phantom Troupe. An urban legend your mom once told you about so you wouldn’t sneak out with a boy at 15, that you only recently learned was true.
“You’re- when you leave for work… What is it you do again? And don’t say some business- Tell me.” You say between your dry heaves, your sobs as you furiously wipe away tears.
“I’m a member of the Phantom Troupe babe, one of its founding members.”
Your head is spinning, legs wobble as you lose your balance. Phinks hurries to catch you as they give out, placing you on the couch, between your legs. But you push at his head and squirm back to get away. Shying into the couch cushions as you stare at him, eyes red.
“I- Don’t play with me. Please tell me you aren’t in that group! You can’t be.”
“Baby-”
“Don’t touch me.” You spit venom in your words as you rip your wrist from his grasp, holding it to your chest.
“Y/N this doesn’t change the fact I love you, doesn’t change anything here for us. Shouldn’t it prove to you that my vows to protect you are legitimate, that I’m strong enough to do so?”
“That’s your attempt to convince me?” It won’t stop, the downflow of tears and the running snot you wipe at. Your words turn to pathetic blubbering. "You.. kill people?"
Phinks nodded, huffing into his hands. The man is panicking, his chest tight with knots when all he wanted was to pull you into his arms. He considered forcing you down so he can explain, maybe fuck you so you feel good easily compliant. He needs you to give him a second, needs you to stop asking questions.
"Uvogin? Is he a member? Feitan too?”
“Yes.”
Fuck. Your world’s collapsing, you’re certain of it.
“D-Did he kidnap his fiancé too? Did Feitan kidnap his girlfriend as well?"
"Baby it's complicated, and well Feitan hasn't exactly made her his- Shit... Saying it like that sounds bad but-"
"It is bad! I-I forgot? I swore I was here because I realized there wasn't anything for me at home.. I loved you and.. Do you actually love me?" Your eyes welled with tears, sudden realization came back over you. You grieved for past life once, how did you forget that?
"Baby I do love you, you're safe with me, promise. It's me."
"You're a murderer." You emphasized, horrified and unable to push yourself against the wall anymore if you tried, "How many people had their lives ruined because of the Phantom Troupe?"
"I.. don't know. A lot."
Conflicting emotions wash over your fragile mind. The man who crouched a foot away from you looked as if his world was shattering down around him, like he was terrified to lose you. Yet he was a thief, a killer, and you realized he wouldn't let you walk out that door regardless of what you decided.
"You lied to me. I don't know who you are."
"Y/N fuck, it's me, promise nothing about who I am is a lie, only my occupation. I love you, I'd do anything for you." You flinched as he moved to sit in front of you on the edge of the couch, taking your face between his palms even as you flinch, "You're safe with me, I promise."
"Phinks..." You sniffled, "I.." At the end of all things, did that matter? What Phinks did for a living? He'd been nothing but a loving, supportive partner. The whiplash hurts. Your chest felt heavy, your breathing was too heavy as if your air was cut off. You think you’re going to pass out as you reach for him, eyes blinking furiously.
"Baby? Shit." He pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back in soothing circles, "Breathe for me, yeah? In. Out." You follow his orders, "Good girl, see?"
One deep breath after another and you regained your senses, his eyes boring into you.
"I need space tonight." You whimpered.
"Yeah, that's fine, I know you need to think."
You rubbed your arms, "I'm going to lay down to sleep, alone tonight. If you could please clean up the kitchen and table."
"I-" Phinks went to argue, no way in hell would he let you sleep without him while he was home. But he knew he needed you to have time to think, even if it were an illusion or lie because he'd join once you were asleep. Paranoia was heavy in his mind, ever growing as he thought of her without him. Even not knowing what she was thinking was close to setting him over the edge. But he loosened his imaginary grip and nodded, "Of course."
Your home moved by you as if you were a zombie, legs heavy as lead as you closed the door to the master bedroom. Locking it. Then unlocking it.
Sobs choked out. You clamped your hand over your mouth. Your legs gave out, back slid down against the door as your butt met the ground with a huff. Tears flooding once more, you let out a broken wail into your palms as you shoved your face into your flesh. Hugged your knees to your chest as painstaking agony pierced your limbs. You're gasping for air. Begging for a sense of relief. Crying that it hurts so bad.
You could feel Phinks's aura on the other side of the door after fifteen minutes, knowing he was sitting with his back against the wood the same as you. An unknown force had you wanting to shove your fingers under the door to get a touch of him, wanting to already fling the door open and collapse into him. Were you really that pathetic? Already compartmentalizing the fact the man you loved was a killer? When Phinks had told you about his upbringing it'd pulled your heart strings, having to survive with no parents, no money, no home? How uncanny that his hints slowly made sense. Could you... even blame him?
Groaning through your heavy gasps as you couldn't stop weeping, you felt light headed. You sucked in air far too sharp that had you spinning, ready to topple onto your side.
With wobbly legs you force yourself to stand, clumsily making your way over to the king sized bed. Collapsing atop you stare off at the wall, wetness falling down to your eyes, to your mouth, dripping down your neck. Oh it hurts. How your head began to pulse with heavy stabs up against your temple. Lips quivered. You pulled the blankets tight letting your fingers twist and tangle within them, needing anything to ground you.
Two questions spiraled. Would you really face the reality of your situation and that leaving a man like Phinks was smart? Or would you stay because you loved him? It alarmed you how easily you were willing to ignore Phinks was in the Phantom Troupe, that you'd already forgiven him. Forgive him? No, no, it wasn't you he needed to convince it was those he affected... which, deep down, you were glad he'd taken you. Because your kidnapping gave you a beautiful partner and life! Maybe you should tell him that!
So as exhaustion and confusion overtook your trembling form, you were plunged into a restless sleep. One that played the same nightmare on repeat, the cycle of meeting Phinks to the kidnapping, to your life together, and to now. Stuck at a crossroads of swirling doubt manifesting in dark fog that would only come to fruition if you made a choice. Your dream-self, your heart, wanted to be selfish, wanted to head down the path to Phinks no matter what. While your brain told you it'd make you complacent, that it'd be ridiculous to stay with a man like him. That one day maybe you’d become a victim in the crosshairs. Before the morning sun streamed unto you forcing you awake, your dream-self chose a path.
-
When you opened the bedroom door, stomach fluttering with thousands of butterflies that made you want to puke- to your surprise Phinks fell back, woken and onto his feet in seconds. He'd fallen asleep against the door, respected your decision to sleep alone which tugged on the depths of your heart.
Gazes locked and it was a battle of who'd speak first, though you hoped he'd leave the ball in your court. Phinks looked... scared? His eyes low, heavy bags beneath them. You desperately wanted to brush his messy hair back, to reprimand him not to sleep on hardwood! And you almost reached up but caught yourself, he glanced down to your hand.
"I.." You wonder how bad you look. Wonder how bloodshot your eyes are, how puffy your face is. And if he noticed, "Lets talk?"
Phinks grunted his answer. He wasn't always a man of many words, it took months for him to be more open, so you'd hate for him to shut down on you now.
You followed him downstairs, taking your places on the couch, an awkward space in between how your bodies turned to face the other. Phinks wanted to scoop you up to take all your troubles away, wanted to pepper your face with kisses until you'd cry of laughter. Didn't like how far you felt, a foot feeling like a mile. Even being able to hold your hand would have helped the torrential storm that raged within him; fear so strong he thought he couldn't breathe last night until he passed out in front of the bedroom. Like losing a piece of him that only you could complete.
You'd made up your mind that morning.
Staring at your fingers you tell yourself it would be okay, that you could tell him everything you wanted to get out.
“I have a lot to say.”
“Alright.” His voice sounds strained as he cracks his knuckles, never breaking eye-contact.
“You know, I’m still mad you kidnapped me and won’t let me have contact with anyone I used to know.” Phinks eyes became unreadable, his jaw tense, fingers flexing as if it was the only way to push his anger away. “I told you about my new job opportunity way back when because I wanted to see if you’d want to come, which now I know wouldn't have worked. But also to see if you’d ask me out and give me a reason to stay, I knew after you took me on that garden tour even though you were clearly uncomfortable, that I’d fallen for you. It’s weird after all this time I never told you that.” Seeing the tension that’d built within him start to evaporate, eased your churning stomach. He looks better, suddenly getting back color in his cheeks, chest inhaling a large breath.
You continue, “I think.. I think I had and continue to have a hard time because my heart knows I’ve always loved you, but my brain wants me to keep remembering you technically kidnapped me, and that’s a horrible thing for a partner to do. That even now you’re dangerous to an extent I may never understand since you’re a spider. That you could hurt me one day. I register the anger in your eyes on phone calls, I see how often you flex or crack your fingers to stay sane if I did something you didn’t agree with. There’s cameras in every room. You’d monitored my body for weeks to make sure I wasn't self harming or losing weight. Had to sit in on all my showers. I remember hearing Feitan quip at you that you’re a hot head. I saw Uvogin’s fiance’s fear towards the news.”
Tears prick at your lash line as you attempt to wipe them away, sending Phinks the slightest of smiles you could muster, “And I now know it’s because you're scared something will happen to me because you've seen horrible sides to our world. You are a piece of that horrible side, the Phantom Troupe… You and your friends are considered a giant threat. Anyone who’s capable of the things you all are, have to have something off in the head, I’m sorry to say it like that. So I understand you now more than ever. But you’re still my Phinks. You rub my back at nights, you put things on a high shelf so you can laugh at me as I try to get it only to swoop in. You watch those horrible holiday romance movies because I love them and you’ll never admit you do too.”
“What are you saying?” He asked hoarsely.
“I hope you don't want me to leave, I love you.” You say bashfully, pink dusting your cheeks.
Phinks never planned to let you leave. None of the outcomes in his mind consisted of it. But there you sat with a cute, happy face telling him you want to stay and be with him, thinking he was going to let you go if you asked. So Phinks lets out a sigh of relief knowing he doesn’t need to become the bad guy, he can let you think he’d have given you the autonomy to leave. Because you knew he loved you regardless of everything and you never considered other more darker options. You’re a softy, so innocent and naive, someone who cries at anything, and this further proves to Phinks you need him.
The last two years this very conversation weighed on him. Knowing the day you found out about the Troupe your loving relationship would come to an end, you’d hate him. And then when he’d have to inevitably chain you up or threaten to break your legs to keep you from going anywhere, you’d despise him and yourself. You’d be petrified of him.
But none of that was going to happen and Phinks is thanking whatever God is up there with his entire doomed soul.
“I never want you to leave.” Phinks was across the couch, pulling you into a bruising kiss. His warm lips meshing with your own in a desperate dance as if one would disappear. A whine from the back of your throat made his heart race, made him melt like lava, all consuming that he couldn't stand the emotion that warbled through him. Like he could burst with the emotion of a thousand suns yet it still wouldn’t be enough to describe what you did to him.
Before the kiss gets too intense to the point of no return as you feel your thighs rub together in want, you push at his shoulders. You stroke his cheek as you study his face memorizing each inch shaped from the gods themselves to you.
"I want you to tell me everything, okay. No lies, I want your real childhood, real everything that you changed to leave out the Phantom Troupe. And don’t hide the tattoo anymore."
"I can do that." He nodded fervently, squeezing your waist, “I love you with all I got, okay? Tell me you know that.”
“I do, I know.” You pull him in for a quick kiss, giggling as he attempts to deepen it, “Uh uh big guy. You have a lot of explaining to do before you get any of that.”
He groaned, pressing a wet kiss to your neck, “I don’t know where to start babe.”
“Well..” You think. “What do you… do? That’s not what I mean, so are you good with guns or something?”
“Ahh, I don’t think you understand Nen at all then if you’re askin’ that.”
“What’s Nen?” You cock your head, having zero idea what that three letter word meant. You hadn’t learned of it in school.
“Oh fuck me.” The mood he attempted to create to get your clothes off was ruined, but his genuine amusement makes him laugh, uncaring. He settled himself to get comfortable around your smaller frame, readying himself for a brutally open conversation with you.
And as you two sat on the floor, Phinks relaying his story and the Phantom Troupes, you were glad you chose to stay even as you let him know you weren't happy every time he explained a heist. Because loving someone was the most important, at least you hoped that was enough. Because your heart couldn't fathom losing the blonde man who filled you, cared for you, protected you. You weren't sure if he'd survive losing you, or maybe it was the other way around. But you knew as he explained, that it didn’t matter at the end of the day, you wouldn’t be going anywhere. Not with the type of man he truly was with his work, dread consumed you, but you locked it away in the back of your mind.
-
MONTHS LATER
This wasn’t supposed to be happening.
One hand was shoved over your mouth, the other held to the wall for dear life. Your heart was in your throat as you listened to the different sets of footsteps outside. They’re talking but it wasn’t loud enough to hear, as much as you strained to listen. God you hoped they’d leave soon, decide this place was abandoned and move to the next.
The day started out like any other, waking up besides Phinks, having to convince him to start the day by luring him into the shower.
He attempted to make your coffee while you made pancakes.
Then Chrollo called and the way his face dropped, you knew something bad had happened. The basis of newfound trust between you two was a fine line, probably would be for awhile. But for once you felt secure as he told you head on, he couldn’t tell you what was happening, because the stress he projected was more than usual.
“Babe, why don’t we go out? There’s a farmer’s market on the other side of town, can find cute shit or something.”
“Really? Let me find something nice to wear!”
Phinks held your hand as if he’d lose you in the crowd at any second. Even as you told him he needed to let up or else you wouldn’t have a hand for him to hold if he kept cutting off circulation. While the sudden outing was pleasant, you’d found a few fresh ingredients for cooking you had to have, Phinks was off. Knowing it had to do with his earlier phone call, you brushed it off.
While you hadn’t been to the market in quite some time, it’d never been this busy. Crowds of people pushed through to see the stall uncaring as they bumped shoulders. The sun beat down and without a cool breeze it was uncomfortably hot, you were itching for reprieve, something cold to drink perhaps.
Your eyes caught sight of an ice cream storefront past the main square, just far enough to where not many people gathered. Perfect. You tugged on Phinks arm, your fingers still locked with his. It takes him a second to notice as he’s too intent on watching the crowd. Eventually he cocks a brow your way, nodding as you motion to follow.
You (foolishly) assumed Phinks had you in his sights, had a hand on your back or something. You lived in a rose colored world with your boyfriend where you never needed to worry, so your hand slipping from him wasn’t of your concern, he’d have a handle on things.
Panic strikes you, you whirled around desperately trying to spot Phinks. But you’re too short stuck in a group and suddenly everything feels like it’s a skyscraper around you, closing in as the air feels too heavy to breathe in.
But then, “Babe.” You jump, a gasp leaving you as you ready yourself to shove someone away. But staring down at you with hands on your shoulders was Phinks, “Fucking hell, scared me.” Pulled hard against his chest, hearing his pounding heartbeat as his comforting scent washes over you- and you’re okay again.
“L-Lost you. Didn’t mean to.” You whimper as you stare at him, fingers twisted into the material of his shirt. His features soften due to your terrified state.
“I know, come on, let's get somewhere with less people.”
This time Phinks is more aware of you than ever before, not taking any chances. Hypervigilant on the tightness of your grip, any time it loosened slightly his tightened. And this was why you needed him, you, so uncaring of dangers walking around with your head in the clouds. It’s as you go to wriggle yourself free to weave a sharp right, he acts.
“You don’t fucking let go of my hand.” He hissed, one hand firm on your shoulder while the other wrapped around your neck, you whimper from how tight his hold is.
“S-Sorry, got distracted, saw something-”
“I don’t care, in public you know the damn rules.” As your bottom lip trembles, Phinks does his best to shove down his sudden raw temper, “Just- what if you get hurt? Or someone takes a liking to ya? Tell me if you wanna go somewhere all of a sudden, I can’t read your mind.” You nod, his gentler tone building back up your mood as he lets go of your frail neck. Your neck that he’d be able to snap faster than you could blink.
Ten minutes later and you were sitting happily at a table with ice cream, Phinks sitting beside you with an arm tucked across the back of the private booth. He watches you with a faint smile, still coming down from his heightened senses when he lost sight and feel of you. And how quick he’d lost control, especially over an innocent situation. He pushed back pieces of hair as they fell from your updo, letting his fingers graze the soft skin of your face down to your neck, then to the collarbone he desperately wanted to mark.
“So,” Phinks said, “Remember when I told you what actually happened to Uvogin’s fiance? How she’d been kidnapped by Hunters while sick?”
“Mhmm.” You hum, spooning strawberry soft-serve into your mouth.
“Guess uh- her name and picture got put on the Hunter database, as a missing person in danger so to speak.” You quirk an eyebrow as the look he gives you tells you not to say the obvious that well… Uvo did kidnap her. “Shal found your name with hers, but they only had an old pic of you, from when you were 14, I guess. This shit complicates things, there was talk of a group, lead by someone who worked with those obnoxious ass Hunters, saying they have possible locations on ya.”
As if on cue your fingers tremble, color drained from your cheeks, forcing you to place your ice cream down with a sudden drop. “Huh?”
“Shal wiped all the chats, the pictures and info. But right now, I don’t think it’s safe.”
“Phinks I don’t understand.” You can hardly hear the former bustle of the shop around you. A numbing high pitched tone starts up and your throat’s suddenly so, so dry.
“That’s what Chrollo called me about this morning.” He waved his hand as if motioning to the prior call. Veins peeking out from his shirt are tense, you realize quickly he’s trying to keep his mood together for your sake, “Wanted us to come out and do something nice before we gotta leave for a few weeks.”
Your appetite- gone. A sour taste wipes the sweet strawberry one you’d been enjoying. “I-I don’t want to leave. I-”
“We’ll be back. Uvo and some others gonna handle it, throw them for some loops. Probably..” He stopped, “Kill them.”
At that point you were certain you were going to throw up on the table then and there. As total honesty was a part of your lives since finding out Phinks was in the Troupe, you’d asked for a gentler version of any details regarding a job. Hearing him speak of taking lives in a nonchalant way, never sat right.
“Where do we have to go?”
“Meeting Shal outside the city, he’ll take us to Base. It ain’t bad, Uvo and the missus go there a lot, stayed there after we rescued her, maybe once before too. Primarily where I lived before you.”
“Okay, do we have time to get some stuff?” You mentally began to race through the things you’d need for an extended time away.
“See, we don’t, so wish I thought of that before we left.”
“I swear to-” Phinks’s poorly timed laughter cut you off, “Glad my soon to be suffering because I won’t have my favorite pajamas is funny.”
The rendezvous with Shalnark turned into a shitshow. That was how you found yourself hiding in a closet in an old apartment complex, the furthest away place you found cover as nen (what Phinks called it, you think at least) brought the area to destruction. You can still hear the storm outside, the thunder boomed shaking the walls, the patter of rain. It came out of nowhere, along with all the people and crashing bricks of the buildings.
People you don’t know were looking for you now. Even if it was a member of the Troupe you hadn’t met before, you were certain they’d say so, while the strange voices only yelled thinly veiled threats. You’re trying so hard to listen in, to gauge where people are, if they’re leaving or staying. Or even if a fakeout would be attempted. Staying put might be your best option, but you’re not fit for these situations! No experience, no self defense skills, just a girl with a racing pulse that might pass out any moment. You were one more crackling thunder away from just giving up.
You wanted Phinks. You needed him. Praying for him to find you and make everything better, whisk you away and pretend this didn’t happen. What would these Hunters do to you? Would they listen if you tried to explain? Phinks said it hadn’t mattered for Uvogin’s girlfriend when she tried, so you assume right then that it wouldn't for you. One plan out the window.
“Y/N!” You flinch each time your name is said by a voice you don’t know. Your stomach lurched. You pressed your hand against your lips harder.
“I checked all these rooms, we should check the other apartments in this complex before we move on.” Another voice said, and you know what he said was a lie. They hadn’t checked in here or else they’d have found you behind boxes in the small closet.
“Fuck this chase is getting annoying. I say we split before running into a Troupe member.”
“Yeah.” A new voice added in sounding further, “Those fuckers are scary strong, the infamous Zoldyck assassins don’t even fuck with them.”
“The big one took out Bates's entire team for his girl. I don’t want to end up like them. Dead, missing basically, no bodies ever found.” Retreating steps made you perk up.
“If Y/N were here she’d probably be running to us for help, she isn’t here.”
You don’t dare move a muscle, but it’s so hard. You’re weak, cramping, emotionally crumbling, and unable to think of a viable plan. Minutes pass by like hours, time they continue to search getting so close but not close enough. A creaking door in the distance then a slam. Grating noises that sound all around. Playing with your mind, making you doubt your senses. And it hurts. Blood pounding in your ears and you don’t know how your stress isn’t enough to give you away to trained Hunters.
An eerie silence. The hairs on the back of your neck standing talls, a chill down your spine.
So you wait.
And wait.
You count up to 60, then back down to 1. Then you do it again. And again. Your body screams at you to relax, you’ve balled up in the same spot for god knows how long now. Time was irrelevant to your plight when you couldn’t see outside your hiding spot. Had no way to tell if the men actually packed up and moved on, the rain was too loud to hear car engines starting to rev off. The silence was beginning to morph as your brain seemed to make noises that kept your heart racing like you couldn’t lose your wits, and you wanted to scream.
Phinks will find you- he had to. He’ll find you. You keep telling yourself that as nausea rises up your throat, you gag against your sweaty palm. Eyes squeezed shut as they moisten. Maybe this was the world punishing you for being selfish and choosing to stay with Phinks after finding out his real occupation six months ago. Karma’s way of saying you deserved to suffer, to understand even a fraction of what your boyfriend’s victims went through.
Your hand dropped from your mouth. You brace your palms against the floor, knees burning from how long they’d had to hold you up. Carefully, slow as could be you changed your position to sit back against the closet wall still behind a cardboard moving box. This is comfier at least, less awkward for your shaking limbs.
Your head lulls. No no no. You suck in a sharp breath. Blood pressure dropped. Adrenaline crashing. Black crept into the crevices of your vision, slowly invading as you try to stay awake, begging yourself to do so. But you can’t give yourself away, not even as you go limp falling to the ground on your side with a thump.
-
A man sat bound and gagged, blood seeping from his empty eye sockets, fingers bent in unnatural positions. Kneecaps lazily removed, the bones absentmindedly feet away. He was lax because he bled out an hour ago, a thick gash along where his intestines would be.
The next man who watched his coworkers torture, whimpers as he watched a short black haired man pick up a pair of pliers.
“Where is Y/N?” He asked in his soft, yet sinister voice. Feitan’s dark eyes struck terror into the Hunter, who started to flail against the ropes.
“D-Don’t know! No-None of us found her!” He begged, “You gotta believe me!”
“I do.” Feitan shrugged, “Tell me where others are.”
There’s conflict in the Hunter’s eyes, like he weighed his options.
“Won’t say.” He finally said, tone defeated, he practically physically deflates knowing he’d be dying in the abandoned warehouse whether he said locations or not.
Blood seeped into the cement floor, a single bulb illuminating the room as it crackled.
Feitan heard the approaching footsteps when they’d entered the building itself minutes ago. He waits, feeling a familiar aura.
Phinks takes the sharp turn into where Feitan set up camp, distress and unkempt written all over him. The normal cool and collected (until pissed off) spider with a ridiculous pharaoh hat, was struggling. His heartbeat hadn’t settled in hours and he’d chugged most of the coffee Paku showed up with two hours ago.
Their prisoner won’t answer questions. Not even as he screeches, fingernails ripped out one by one. Not as he convulsed from the pain, a disgusting snap of breaking bones, blood spurting on his face.
Phinks can only see red. He wants him dead. Dead. Dead. “Where the fuck is she?” He gripped the man’s cheeks, letting his fingers dig into his jaw, popping then the crack, gargled moans following. “Gone all quiet now, huh?” A maniacal grin pulls at his lips, his teeth brace and over, and over- again- and again- more- his fists pummel against flesh and organs. It’s when the prisoner is nothing more than a lump of mushed flesh does Feitan pull him off.
Feitan smirked, “Got it all out?”
His knuckles burn, but the pain is nothing compared to the excruciating terror that’d made its home inside him. All Phinks can imagine is you tied up being transported between hunters as they mindlessly care for you, while under the pretense of helping. They wouldn’t care for your tears or pleas to let you go. He’s imagining them doing to you what Bates did to Uvo’s girl. How when they rescued her she’d been drugged up for months, bruised, with poorly stitched up gashes, and health deteriorating she couldn’t stand to walk. Phinks saw first hand how Uvo never left her side for the week she’d been unconscious with IV’s sticking in her veins.
The thought of that happening to you makes his head hurt, sharp pulsating behind his forehead. He presses his fingers into his temple, prodding along his eyebrows for any sort of reprieve. Twisting anxiety, dense uncertainty gnawed at him.
“Need to stay calm.” Feitan said, “Almost hear your thoughts.”
Phinks lets out a weighty exhale, shooting his ‘friend’ a glare, “I don’t know if she’s okay. I’m- supposed to protect her. This is fuckin’ ridiculous, these fucking Hunters are imbeciles.” It was getting out of hand, now the second Troupe member to have a partner taken by the same group. To Phinks, this had to be a declaration of war. And as he peers at Feitan who seemed deep in thought, he can tell the torturer felt the same, who had someone of his own too, “Your girl can be next, Feitan.”
The rain had stopped; was the first thing you noticed as you groggily pushed yourself up. The air inside the abandoned room was sweet with the aftertaste of a storm, yet it made your head spin. Gathering your bearings you stare at the closet door as if it mocked you, dared you to open it.
You weigh your chances here, assuming you’d fallen asleep for one hour or ten, no one found you. And who’d wait that long to lure you out with malicious intent?
Legs wobble as you stand, they feel filled with lead as you approach your exit. Hand shaking as it grabs the handle, the thudding of your mind almost painful. Twisting. Opening. The hinges didn’t creak and you’re now staring at an empty room. The same as when you entered. Shit. The window shows you it’s night now, not mid afternoon anymore. All the heavy dark clouds were gone leaving the dark sky clear and dazzling with stars.
Hugging your arms taut around yourself for warmth, you know what you need to do. You need to be strong and begin to make your way out, see if you can get to a phone or find someone willing to take you into the city. That was risky but you were desperate. And with the amount of nooks and crannies of the dilapidated buildings that once were a vibrant living compound, there was always going to be oversight. Maybe getting outside would help Phinks and the other members find you.
You're somehow at the bargaining stage of grief and you almost laugh at how ridiculous you sound. Trying to stay quiet as a mouse while imagining dozens of scenarios, when you probably needed to be on the lookout. With each hall you walk through, you strain your ears for signs of life. As your weight shifts on floorboards and steps, if they make a sound you're frozen as you wait. But nobody came each time. It’s safe.
The exit to the entire building is finally in sight. You begin a slow descent of the stairs, still doing your best to be diligent.
But it’s the sudden rush of voices, that has you screeching to halt practically holding your breath.
“Per GPS maps, these two complex buildings are all we have left.” That voice. You recognize its higher tone, like it held a cheery imposition even at the large task at hand.
“Fuckin’ hell.” Another familiar voice. Their feet crunched on the gravel outside.
“Nobu said no sign of the cars that peeled out earlier, not sure whether they decided being alive was better or if it's because they have Y/N.”
“Why can’t I just start screaming her name loud as possible? She’s gotta know it’s me.”
“Uvo she’s probably terrified and you’ll manage to burst her eardrums. You know your girl is safe at home while Phinks is losing it right now.”
Uvogin. Shalnark. Faking their voices would be too elaborate of a hoax for anyone.
“He on his way over?”
“Him and Feitan, yes. Others are tracking the rogue vehicles.”
Phinks was on his way. Your chest blossomed in joy, you could weep happy tears as your body felt a million times lighter. Relief coursed through your veins and you went back to going downstairs.
But what you hadn’t realized in all this time was your body struggled from the temperature drop. Your teeth wouldn’t stop chattering. The sundress you’d adorned did nothing to protect you when you laid unconscious in the closet. Your lips tinted purple. Your face flushed from the chill. The tips of your fingers numb. But all you felt was the anxiousness, the hiked pulse, and your fears rather than worry about your physical state.
Shalnark spots you first, your meek trembling form with reddened skin appearing through the doorway like a ghost. He’s on you as he strips his jacket to get it around your shoulders. He’s checking for injuries before you're scooped up into bulking arms of a giant who exuded heat. You can’t speak, only nodding as Shal throws questions your way. The surrounding area is blurry, you squint for any sign of Phinks. But you could barely see Uvo, who was the one carrying you as you looked up.
A commanding presence makes you subconsciously relax.
“Shal what- Y/N- Thank fuck,” Phinks is out of breath, filled with desperation as he raced to you, his heart plummeting when he saw you all small in Uvogin’s arms. Like your whole world is back on its proper axis, you’re trying to reach for him but you only muster up a whine in recognition.
Uvogin hands you to Phinks, who cradles you in his strong hold as they take off to the car sitting idle. His touch sets you aflame as you begin to tear up, babbling nonsense into the crook of his neck, now wet from your tears..
“I got you.” Phinks whispered in your ear as he studied your face whilst his hands felt every inch of you. Needed to feel every inch as reassurance. Your smile is loopy, your eyes so distant as you reach to stroke his cheek. “Safe now, okay?”
The sky moved by fast, but you’re not paying enough attention. Having to will your heavy eyelids to remain open, so you can continue to look at your boyfriend. Taking in his severe face that was littered with worry.
You’re tucked into Phinks’s body as he holds you so tight, murmuring sweet nothings as you try to engage. You try to appreciate his roaming hands as they stroke along your neck, squish your cheeks in comfort; and as a way to remind himself you’re okay, he has you. A piece of you isn’t even hearing his words, nor the conversations taking place amongst Troupe members in the car.
You couldn’t stop shivering even as heat blasts from the vents and as different articles of clothing had been offered up to cover you. Or as Phinks tries to rub your bare arms to generate heat.
“Babe you can sleep, s’okay.” Phinks said, and you realize his eyes are bloodshot. His heart still hammered against you and you physically feel the fear he had and now the relief that now swirled around him.
“Are you- okay?” You ask, concerned for him.
Your question clearly threw him off but he shakes his head, slightly amused you were thinking of him after everything you went through, “I’m good, I got you back. I don’t want to think about what could have happened, thought I was losing my mind trying to find you.”
“I ran, I didn’t know what to do.” You sniffled, shuddering as you remembered the chaos, “Ran up some stairs, found a closet and hid. I was so scared I thought I was going to die and eventually my body gave out. I woke up and it was night.”
His gaze softens, before he leans down to kiss your cool lips, lingering before moving to peck your forehead, “We’re heading to Base now and we’ll get you warmed up.”
You cling to the blonde as if you’d be swept away any second. In and out of sleep for the drive, uncertain of the day or time at this point. It’s with the glint of orange rays that you’re alert to sunrise as the car comes to a halt.
“I can walk.” You try to say to Phinks but he’s having none of it, sweeping you up bridal style before your feet even had a chance to touch the ground after the car door opened.
“Babe stop, no reason for you to exert yourself. You can rely on me.” His lips press to the top of your head, the sound of him inhaling your scent as a comfort makes you shiver.
You weren’t sure what to expect in a Base for the spiders, but a sprawling warehouse that just peaked above the surface level was not it. It has large, empty and tattered looking windows, run down and well- maybe that was to be expected for a group of criminals. Phinks carries you to a path and makes his way down a set of stairs that descend down to a single rusted door.
You’re not sure if you really understood a wink of Nen when Phinks explained it months ago, or when you’d ask him questions. You’re not sure if it's some form of magic as when you two enter, it’s like stepping into a portal. From the outside looking in it would be expected to see continued dilapidation; rotted furniture, mold, rodents, general disarray of buildings left for time to handle. Yet what you see as the entry door opens to a platform with a metal staircase going down, was a perfectly normal space. Decorative pillars and art (surely stolen) haphazardly on the walls, with rugs in peculiar places. A long table for 12 was the grand room centerpiece. And from Phinks’s arms you see multiple doorways that must branch off into other spaces of the hideout, for a second you forget this belonged to criminals as you wonder if he’d let you explore. But that reality goes out the window when Phinks sets you down in a chair and you catch sight of Feitan entering from outside. He’s covered in blood and you’re nauseous at the sight.
You look away, attempting to focus on the tiled floor, counting the squares you can see. Your legs are covered in goosebumps and as you feel along your arms, they are too.
“I’ll be right back.” Phinks pats your head and you want to cry out for him not to walk away from you. Leaving you as a fish out of water in a new place, an intimidating place where his friend who’s covered in blood watches you from the corner. Bookshelves line empty spaces, which most of the shelves are in disarray but present collections look ancient.
You think it’s been five, maybe seven minutes since Phinks left the room, but you’re becoming antsy. Anxiety claws at you as you want him near, want to touch him and see his face to know everything’s okay.
“Hey,” When you look up, the familiar face of Uvogin’s fiance greets you. She stands there looking frail, adorned in jeans and a sweater, but giving you a warm smile.
“Hey, how are you?” You stammer out, the sight of her making you more nervous than calm. She takes a seat across from you at the grand table.
She shook her head, “I should be asking you that. You okay? You’re not hurt are you?”
“I’m not physically, just… scared and now really cold.”
Her eyes went wide, “Oh would you like my cardigan?” But you stop her by holding up your hands before she can touch a button, “If you’re sure.”
You hadn’t seen her since the day you found out about Phinks being in the Phantom Troupe, even though she resided literally next door. You’d slowly learned that while Phinks allowed you the ability to go out, Uvogin did not allow it for her. At least he stopped, though you aren’t sure why. Health?
“I’m sure, thanks.” You want to say it’s because she looks like she’d need the extra body heat, that she shouldn’t look so malnourished.
An awkward silence falls over you and her, only Feitan’s faint shuffling breaking it up. You’re curious, sometimes too much for your own good and there’s suddenly a million questions at the tip of your tongue but you wonder if you should ask. Phinks gives you leeway because you accepted him full-heartedly, you wonder if she despises Uvogin’s work or something along those lines.
“Are you-” Her glower makes your mouth snap shut. And it’s when Feitan tells you two to behave with a cackle as he leaves, does she lean in.
“Why didn’t you run?”
“What?” You ask. Your stomach flutters with something unknown.
“This was the best chance you ever could have had- more than…” She sighs, “Since my health’s not getting any better, I feel more awake than I ever have before about- life..”
You’re confused. Her eyes look glazed over, you chalk her whimsical mood up to her illness, “I don’t fully understand… Sorry.”
“You know Feitan carved his name into a girl's ribcage? Keeps her locked up in his attic. And you know where she’ll probably be in a year? Sitting here with us acting like a good dutiful lover.”
“Stop.” Your mind races as your pulse begins to climb up. And up. Fingers go numb as a tingling spreads along your limbs, “That- I don’t have stockholm syndrome.”
She shrugged, “I might have it, might not. You can’t truly know either.”
“I loved him before he took me.”
“Does he let you have free reign of a phone?” You shake your head for ‘no,’ “What about, can you talk to old family or friends.” You don’t answer. “Cameras in every room? Constantly panicked if he can’t see or hear from you within seconds?”
“Would you… Want a new life away from Uvo?” Whether it was fear or anger that caused you to ask it, the pounding of your heart made you snap her.
“No. I’m content, I don’t know how much longer I have anyways. He’s in denial about it.” She seemed morose at the thought of her death, like she didn’t care, like her current life wasn’t worth fighting for. Just sitting there waving her hand in a simple gesture, “I guess I selfishly, while I’m alive, want to see one of them suffer like they’ve made others suffer. Like if Phinks lost you today.” You squirm at her words, “I know Uvo may not recover when I die, so guess it’ll be karma enough for his actions.”
“Don’t you love him though?”
“Does it matter? I had a tiny crush on him before he took me, the big strong stranger that tried to make me laugh when he tried my creations at the bakery.” She pauses and the quirk of her lips doesn’t slip past you as she recounts a good memory, “But, it doesn’t mean I wanted to be taken away or that it was okay. He killed someone in front of me then re-routed my life. I can look at you right now and say I’m irrevocably in love with Uvo because I am, at least my heart and body completely are. My brain always wants to be around him until it reminds me of who he is. That only started after he rescued me from my second kidnappers, same ones who tried to nab you. It isn’t logical to love someone who does all that yet, I do? Weird psychological stuff but… That’s all I want to say Y/N, don’t forget who these men really are. They’re no better than the Hunters with hero complexes trying to drag us to ‘safety.’ None of it is for our best interest. Because if it were, then both parties have left us the hell alone.”
“Just… Who’s the lesser evil?” You whisper.
“Precisely, and after what I went through with those Hunters, it appears the Phantom Troupe is the better choice, for me at least.”
You agree, cringing at the memories of the way the Hunters talked about you in the abandoned building while you hid. Nothing about them was kind or willing to lay their lives down to protect you. This was an ego boost for them, bragging rights to say they fooled the spiders. That taking you and her were like trophies to boast about.
Uvogin’s fiance suddenly stood up, her chair almost knocking completely back. She brushed her hands off along her jeans. Clearing her throat, she speaks to you one last time-
“Ah, sometimes I say such strange things when I don’t feel well, sorry about that.” She smiles like a flip switched before she heads towards an entryway, you guess it leads to wherever Uvogin is.
You nod, “Of course.” But your eyes exchange something far deeper, more meaningful and you know you’ll keep her words private. An understanding that left you feeling comforted in an odd way. And yet a part of who hates her for dragging you out of your rose colored world. But she was right. Even as a sour taste scratches the back of your throat to admit such a thing.
An unsettling feeling settles itself in your stomach, you think if you have to sit at the table any longer you’ll go mad. Like a ball of twine was slowly unraveling, you want out of the room where you partook in such a strange conversation. And the fact you’re still cold, though your teeth stopped chattering during the car ride.
Technically, Phinks never said to stay put so you aren’t doing anything wrong by trying to find him. Technically. He’d walked down the hall behind you so you figure you’d run into him eventually.
Your legs ache with each step, painful stabs against the bottom of your feet as you begin the trek. It felt like a maze the second you left the main room, the only light present from lamps every few feet flush with the ceiling. ‘Spooky,’ You think to yourself, hugging your arms close.
The first door you pass is shut firmly. No sense of what could be behind it. You linger for a few moments debating whether or not to knock, but the lack of light from underneath deterred you.
Taking a sharp turn, you practically collide face first into what felt like a wall, but when you looked up– Phinks.
“Babe, what’ya doing?” You don’t have time to argue as he’s picking you up, “You shouldn’t be walking around.”
“Wanted to find you.” You pout. Though as you cradle the side of his face, the earlier conversation slowly replays at the back of your mind.
Phinks noticed the slight drop in your face but chalked it up to the long day you’d had, “I was coming to get you.” Nuzzling your face into his collarbone you take a deep breath, letting his touch center you. Being against him in your state, getting a smidge of his body heat had you on fire for him, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt as he started walking back the way he came.
Exhaustion nudges its way back unto you, a yawn eliciting to show as much. You want to keep track of the path he takes, a right and then a left- then… You aren’t sure. The halls look the same but he eventually nudges an ajar door open.
“Alright, here we are.”
The room was fairly big but rather plain. As Phinks sets you down on the bed, handing you a change of clothes, you realize- this was his room. Simple furniture scattered about but strewn magazines of things he was interested in forgotten on a coffee table. An alarm clock that matched the one at home that had a layer of dust on the nightstand. Some art, definitely random pieces he probably didn’t care to have.
“This is your room isn’t it?”
“Yep. Needed to clean up, dust coated fucking everything been months since I last stayed.”
“Why..?”
“If I’m ever beaten up after a job-” He explained, “I don’t want you to see that. But with you to go home to, there's no reason to be here. Wasn’t bad for the bachelor life.”
It’s nice to learn something new in that respect, to see something that’s been a piece of his life first hand. Soreness screams through you as Phinks helps you undress to slip on the heavy sweats and hoodie. A mound of blankets pulled over you next, you cuddle happily into the new warmth that spreads over you, almost as if you’d never been in that abandoned closet.
You wait for him as he changes, admiring the way his back muscles flexed, “You’re coming to bed, right?”
“What a dumb question, babe. Need to hold you after this fucking day.”
“I want you to stay by my side.”
His weight sinks into the bed, and he repositions so you can slot yourself against him. God he loved how small, weak you were compared to him. His fragile little girl he needed to treat like glass when all he wanted to do was fuck you into the mattress. Having to hold his urges back for your sake was the right thing to do though. He can’t scare you after the day you’ve had while all he wants to do is relish in your body because the adrenaline high he’s coming down from fucking hurts. So close to losing you. So close to understanding the anger and sadness they put others through when the troupe kills their loved ones. It’s a strange sensation really, to even think about empathizing, but after the day you two have had, he doesn’t care. Just wants to hold you in his chest as your breathing slows. Wants to squeeze the plush of your skin to remind himself you’re his. His. No one else's. Not the Hunters who think they’re the saviors of the Phantom Troupe’s women.
God he wished he could make all your thoughts of everything and everyone else but him go away.
“I love you.” Your tired voice, sleep about to drag you under, makes him melt inside.
“I love you too.” He says back, since he knows he loves you in his own fucked up way. A way you probably wouldn’t understand, would probably be scared of, “I’ll keep you warm tonight, you’re safe.” Right now he knows what you need to hear.
“I was so scared I’d never see you again.”
Good. It’s secured in Phinks’s mind that you never thought to run away from him having had the perfect chance to. Hours he couldn’t find you- you could have gotten back to town and jumped ship in that time. Yet you stayed in your little hiding place hoping for him to save you. You’re just so cute. And he’s lucky to have someone who relies on him so heavily. That made his chest burst with dark possessiveness over you. Not that there’s anyone left to take you from him. Every Hunter who’d been there was now dead, even the ones who left by car, with all that’s left to find the remaining stragglers involved with this effort. If more came out of the woodwork to take you after trying with Uvo’s girl, he’s sure there’ll be more eventually.
He soon drifts off thinking of you in tears, sobbing for him as he splits you apart on his cock. Sobbing that he’s ‘too big’, that you’re ‘too full’, and begging for him to stop- but gods he won’t stop not when you’re broken like that with big red eyes and wet skin from the pleasure turning to pain. And he won’t stop, never does, until you’ve gone dumb in the head drunk off his cock and filled with his come like you need it to breathe. And Phinks knows as his consciousness slips away, that his little daydream will become reality come morning time because he’s not a good man. Because a good man wouldn’t fuck his girl to break her poor little mind, to make her fall apart into tiny pieces so he could be the one to put her back together again. To get her nice and reliant. Especially not after a traumatic event. But you should know by now that he’s not good.
I just read the Feitan and Illumi first kiss request and I love it!! Could you do the same one with Shalnark and Phinks please? 🙏🏻
Hi, thank you for the ask! I finally have some time to write, hopefully you enjoy this!
Shalnark, Phinks react to getting their first kiss
Shalnark
He's been planning to surprise you with a kiss since you two first started dating. He planned out almost every detail of it that honestly it's a bit freaky haha
But when you two decided to visit a vintage arcade to play some games, he didn't guess he would be surprised by you
He won a high score in a standard space-shooter game and immediately turned around to hug you and say that the two of you won, but when he turned around you just pecked him on the lips.
Shalnark just froze, he had this surprised look on this face (honestly it was adorable) and then immediately he laughs. "Ah, that was a nice surprise, I was gonna surprise you with a kiss but you beat me to it!"
Expect him to find a way to surprise you with a kiss in the near future. He'll sneak a kiss to you when you guys are done hanging out for the day. The last time he kissed you was when he was hanging out at the playground with Kortopi, then you didn't receive any calls from him. (manga readers iykyk)
Phinks
He wasn't really sure how a "first kiss" would work mainly because he was so new to relationships. He had to ask for help from Chrollo, who (honestly) doesn't have much experience with a genuine relationship
You probably heard him practicing how he was going to ask you for a kiss in the bathroom when you two were hanging out at your place. You didn't say anything, but honestly it was super cute since he sounded so awkward haha
Phinks was ready to ask you when he was leaving for the night, but before he could ask you placed a light kiss on his lips. He, of course, was surprised and ended up just yelling "WHAT!" but it sounded so happy and surprised at the same time
He didn't have time to say anything about how he was practicing in front of the mirror he ended up just running away. You yelled after him to take care but he was too busy trying to hide his blushing face
Feitan ends up asking him what happened but Phinks doesn't answer. Everyone in the troupe notices the next day that Phinks has been in a particularly good mood, even humming to himself :/. He will be called a "girl who has a crush" by Shalnark ://
Hi ❄️💜 I love your writing! Could you do sfw and nsfw headcanons of phinks being soft and protective over his s/o?
Ooh, love this request! Thank you for reading and I hope you like this. I'll write this as S/O = reader if that is okay! These HCs are for a S/O that doesn't have nen, let me know if you want a part 2 for that. NSFW under the cut. c: This ended up being longer than I expected lmao.
This man acts tough, is tough, and could easily snap anyone in half, but with you he just melts. He craves the touch of your hands and embrace, enough to do everything in his power to keep you safe from danger. After meeting you, he started seeing a side of himself he hadn't known before; a more vulnerable and sensitive man that your company alone could bring out.
𝘈 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘗𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘸 𝘚/𝘖 (𝘚𝘍𝘞)
When he first shows interest, he's just looking to have some fun. Relying on his tough guy confidence to try impressing you, he keeps coming around until you eventually say yes to a date; his charms having grown on you.
But when you finally say yes, he cracks a bit, showing a more clumsy side. He wasn't expecting you to give in to his advances so quickly and your own confidence in the matter took him off guard.
Honestly, he's a little self-conscious at first. He didn't think you'd stick around long enough to find himself getting deeply attached and now he's not quite sure if what he's doing is correct.
He confides in Shalnark and Pakunoda that he's seeing someone, seeking advice on how to go forward. He's careful not to give any details about you away. And actively avoids Paku's touch so she can't read his memories, cause she would try.
But you continually show him that you like him for who he is, which starts to melt a cold part of his heart, previously devoid of love.
You'll have to make the move for a first kiss after one month of dating though, he's just too flustered by your appearance alone to muster the courage for it.
But when you do, he'll be quick to make the next moves. He might feel a bit emasculated by the fact he couldn't initiate it himself.
When you first confess your love for him, he is completely shocked, especially if you bring it up casually. He'd trip or drop whatever he was holding in that moment.
He will offer you rides on his bike to work, meet you afterwards so you do not have to travel alone at night, and bring you surprise gifts every now and then. He stole them all.
As he get more comfortable in the relationship, his confidence grows, but in a protective way.
He would keep an arm around your shoulders when walking, shooting daggers at anyone who'd even dare look at you. But he gets it, cause it you.
If he thinks you're wearing something too revealing, he'll let you know he doesn't like other people being able to ogle you so freely. He won't push you on it if you stand your ground, but he'll try offering his jacket by expressing concern over you getting cold. He thinks he's really smooth with this but its obvious to you.
He might even start a fight if someone tried to ask you for your number when he wasn't by your side, but you'd stop him. After giving him a lecture on why you don't want him to hurt others for your sake, he'd look like a scolded puppy. But he learns quickly to ease up, at least when you're around.
After the honeymoon period, he realizes that danger may come your way due to his work with the Troupe, which unnerves him.
He would ensure that you never get involved in Troupe business, going as far to keep his membership hidden until he feels its the right time to tell you.
Around 8 or 9 months into the relationship, he'll tell you, but not before spoiling you that day. He'd bring your favourite flowers, greeting you at your door, take you shopping to buy whatever you'd like, dine out at your favourite restaurant, and really just pulling all stops to be the best gentleman he could before telling the truth.
He'd understand if you chose not to stay, in fact, he expected it. So when you accepted that part of him, his dedication in protecting you and giving you everything you'd want strengthens.
He's a PROVIDER.
He'll buy the house, car, pay the bills, give you endless amounts of money to buy whatever your heart desires (if he doesn't steal it first), and is at your beck and call.
When he has to leave for Troupe business, he'll make sure you have everything you'd possibly need and stay in touch regularly.
He will avoid introducing you to the Troupe for as long as possible to protect you from their nosey troublemaking.
He also tries his best to hide he's gotten softer from them, but they pick up on it and tease him for it.
𝘈 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘗𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘸 𝘚/𝘖 (𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞)
He will crack skulls and kill anyone who seriously tries to hurt you, especially if they're trying to use you to get to him or the Troupe.
He won't tell you though. He knows you don't want this, so he'll refrain from doing it except in potentially dire circumstances.
If you ever suspect that he's done something and get mad at him for it, he will go as far as getting on his knees to apologize, offering to do whatever asked to make it up to you.
He has asked Shalnark to set him up with some good surveillance tech, to make sure while he's gone on Troupe business you remain out of harms way.
You were against this invasion of privacy at first, until you both came up with a fun way to stay connected through them while he's gone. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) There's definitely a remote controlled vibrator involved.
Now your first night together... He's an uncaged BEAST.
He puts those muscles to good use. You've never felt so weightless before with how nimbly he's holding and lifting you around.
And he WORSHIPS your body, giving you climax after climax before looking for pleasure himself.
He's not cruel though, when it becomes too much and you ask him to stop, he'll listen obediently. In fact, he loves it when you command him in the sheets.
Every now and then, he'd ask you for consent to go absolutely buck wild, making sure you have agreed upon safe words and safe hand signals in place beforehand.
AFTERCARE IS HIS SPECIALTY
Again, he worships you so you best believe he'd carry you bridal style or over the shoulder to a hot bath, help you clean up, and gently tend to any marks he may have left on your body.
He'll offer a full-body massage, eager to have his hands exploring your body more, again putting his muscles to good work. He loves to massage your butt the most.
He'll cook a comfort meal after an especially rough session, bringing it on a tray to the bath, bed, or where ever you've ended up.
Having you fall asleep in his strong arms is a favourite, but don't be surprised if you feel him growing hard again from the contact. He's good for the next round if you are.
When the Troupe, particularly Uvogin and Nobunaga, start hounding him for details, he will threaten them with his fists. He will not divulge ANYTHING about you, especially your shared sex experiences.
He really just can't handle the idea of anyone else being able to picture you in the way he gets to see you. The Troupe will occasionally tease him for being so jealous and protective.
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hii <33 may i request feitan, shizuku, n phinks w a black s/o who is naturally curved? like people stay hitting on them 😮 i hope you understand! mwah thanks in advance <33
【 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐘 𝐒/𝐎 】 - dni !
❐ pairings Feitan, Shizuku, Phinks x black!curvy!reader
❐ genre - sfw
❐ format - headcanons
!! warnings - catcalling, unwanted attention, mention people acting perverted towards reader, cursing, mention of violence, specific body image
𝗙𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻
Honestly doesn’t think that much of it but he does notice your curves though
Feitan doesn’t make a big deal out of it but does tend to be a bit more handsy with a curvy s/o
But he for sure isn’t perverted
With your body type he knows that clothes will fit different on you
It’s not like you have any control over that, and even if you did, that doesn’t give whoever the right be a asshole
It really frustrates him when people catcall you.
You’re his treasure so when someone or something puts you out of your comfort zone he’s quick to put a stop to it
He’ll ask them to repeat themselves. Not because he didn’t hear them, but because he wants them to know how much of a dick he sounds
And if he repeats it then… 😶
Feitan will violently kick the mf in the stomach. Well there goes his lunch ig
Then walks away with his hand in yours like nothing happened
He will think about it later that day though, how it didn’t have much effect on you because it happens so often
And that really upsets him
𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂
She can relate to a lot of your struggles
Buying clothes can be hard sometimes
Such as the waist of your pants not fitting right, stuff fitting tight in some areas and loose in the others
Jeans REFUSING to go past your thighs and butt
Don’t forget about the ripped pant loops
Also can relate to people hitting on her often. And because she has a small frame, people think that she’s weak and they won’t suffer a consequence from her
When people hit on her she acts like she doesn’t hear them but she does, but gets physical if she obviously needs too
But when it comes to you, all of a sudden Shizuku can hear every single word someone whispered a mile away
Shizuku is a pretty laid back and chill person so she doesn’t often make a big deal out of things and she handles it with ease
The first few times she witnesses it happen to you she asks if you’re okay but once she realizes that it’s something that often occurs you see a completely different side of her
She single handedly brings that man down to his knees and you’ll think he didn’t have limbs to start with when she was finished with him
Them y’all flee the scene and get ice cream 😋
𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀
You had him taking double takes when he first saw you lmao
Likes to go shopping with you!!
Thinks that he has the best fashion so he helps pick you out some shoes
His favorite pants on you is bell bottoms for obvious reasons
Assists you when you need help pulling up them jeans 😩
As far as people hitting on you it’s rather… chaotic
As soon as you hear him crack his knuckles you know what’s gonna happen
He drinks his respect woman juice
Hates that you have to go through this so often and he can’t do much about it
Sure he can send a mean glare their way but there will be some bold ones who just don’t care
He’ll do gestures like holding your hand, putting a arm around your your back or head, and otter innocent things if you’re comfortable doing that in public
He wants the guy to properly apologize to you 😗 as he should
And if he won’t then that’s another punch, says it nonchalantly that’s a punch, says it a way he doesn’t like? BOP BOP!
Kinda embarrassing cause you’re just standing there like 🧍🏾♀️
alrite camperz i don't rlly have many ideas for phinks but here are a fewwww
phinks' humor is so immature (much like myself) he makes alot of dick jokes and if someone said something about big feet/shoes he's sure to come out with "well you know what that means" or "you know what they say about that." SOOSOAMkakaKWKSK
As for music I'd give a good guess that he probably is stuck in the 90s ... i cant imagine him listening to anything past that point in time... it might just be the fit
He gets so pissed if u say something about him not having eyebrows 💀💀💀 he just 👊👊💥💥💥💥
He gets into alot of bar fights or just fights in general. He's very hot headed.
If u go to kiss him u wld probably bang foreheads or something. He has no idea how to kiss LMAOOWIWIAIA 🤚💀 he probably gets really overeager like a dog
He loves personal attention (cuddling, hugs, kisses, hand holding, etc.) but definitely won't admit it
He can't dance, but i think it would be cute to see him all flustered and clumsy, would it not be?
He talks big but in all reality he wouldnt do half the things he threatens to
if its a request u want its a request you'll get >:o maybe hc's for feitan + phinks reacting to a shy reader confessing to them ? thank you <33
Shyly Confessing to him
Feitan, Phinks
AHH HI LOVE YOU’RE BACK missed you :))
YES I love this idea it’s so so cute I’m just akjdhfkhaf okay I’m good I’m good hehe I hope you enjoy <333 And stay safe cutie
Feitan:
He knows. He already knows babes.
How? I have no idea, no one really knows HOW he found out, he’s got a sixth sense for these things or something
Even if you’ve never had a conversation with him, he just KNOWS SOMEHOW IT’S SCARY
If you ask him how he knew he’ll just shrug and be like ‘dunno, I was just able to tell’
And with a shy reader, he’d let them finished their confession before actually bluntly telling them that he already knew their secret
You’d bc almost tripping over your words, trying to get this confession out from under his VERY intense gaze and after you’re done you look at him with a cute lil smile and he’s just like ‘yeah, I knew’
You’re kind of just standing there trying to process what he just said and he just walks away with a smirk asdkfhkjhf
DON’T WORRY YOU WEREN’T REJECTED
Shalnark makes him talk to you after and clear things out because his way of accepting your confession was confusing as hell
Phinks:
Someone help this man read between the lines
Unless you specifically say ‘I like you’ in all capitals, he’s not going to get it
I think as someone shy, you’re not going to be able to actually say those words to him
So maybe, write a little cute letter, or describe how you feel about him rather than ‘I like you’
I just imagine you write this very wholesome letter, decorated and all that good stuff and he reads it and he’s all blushy blushy because your words were so cute
After he’s done reading he’s like ‘cool! I’m glad to know I’m one of your favourite pals!’
Feitan’s just watching this all go down from afar and he has to physically restrain himself from not going over and beating Phinks up for being so clueless
You’re just going to have to keep telling him that you like him tell it gets in his head babes
But he gets it in the end !!! After an embarrassingly long time but he get’s there in the end !!!
