#phinksmagkav

INTERVIEWER:  Hello Phinks!  Thank you for joining us!  First off, I’d like to wish you a belated happy birthday!  How old are you now? PHINKS: *Looks around the empty studio*  When did I get here?! INTERVIEWER: *Laughs* Anyways, we’ve got some great questions from your fans

PHINKS: *Fails to hold in a smirk*  Oh yeah?  Well, I can’t let my fans down.  *Leans back comfortably in chair*  Ask away.

INTERVIEWER: *Clears throat*  SO, our first question is a bit of a deep one...Phinks, what do you look for in a partner?

PHINKS: How is that deep?  That’s easy.  I look for a partner with good long range attacks.  I like to get up close and personal with the bastards I fight.  Having a partner who can do the “clean up” if needed is a weight off my shoulders.

INTERVIEWER: I don’t think that’s what they meant by partner...BUT ANYWAYS...What is your favorite social media?

PHINKS: Social..media?  Why are you using a bunch of weird science terms?!  I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.  Are you trying to make me look st--

INTERVIEWER: *Fans hands in an attempt to calm the wild himbo*  It’s...nevermind.  Um, what’s your biggest pet peeve?

PHINKS: Nothing pisses me off more than when people cough or sneeze without covering their mouths.  If you’re going to be a gross bastard, you can DO IT IN HELL!  

INTERVIEWER: Woah!  Okay!  *Coughs quietly into bend of arm* 

PHINKS: ALSO when people leave dirty dishes in the sink.  What’s the point?!  I hate the bullshit excuse of “letting it soak”. Just scrub harder, dammit!

INTERVIEWER: You heard it folks!  Wash your dishes!  Now about the group you’re in, the “Phantom Troupe”-- who do you get along with the most and the least..not counting  Hisoka.

PHINKS: *Rolls eyes*  Well there goes one of my answers...Feitan is the only one I can really stand for long periods of time.  He doesn’t talk too much, and he doesn’t use a bunch of big words like Chrollo likes to sometimes..Uh..least...probably Uvogin. Bastard is always trying to fight me...or kiss me.  It’s weird.

INTERVIEWER: If this next questions is too hard to answer feel free to say “pass”

PHINKS: *SCOFFS* Nothing is too hard for me!  I back away from nothing!

INTERVIEWER: What was the last thing that made you cry?

PHINKS: *Goes quiet*

INTERVIEWER: Phinks?...are you..?

PHINKS: M...Marley & Me.

INTERVIEWER: What?

PHINKS: NEXT QUESTION!

INTERVIEWER: Now these next questions were asked by several of your fans, and we’re all looking forward to your answer.

PHINKS: Sounds fun.

INTERVIEWER: Where are your eyebrows?  What happened to your eyebrows?   What do you think about people with big bushy eyebrows?  Do you love them? Do you hate them? Would you steal their eyebrows to use them on yourself?

PHINKS: WHAT THE HELL?!

INTERVIEWER: ANSWER THE QUESTIONS, PHINKS!

PHINKS: Why are people so obsessed with eyebrows?!  They’re just overrated pieces of hair over your eyes!  My eyes are LITERALLY gold, and  NO ONE mentions that!  What’s with you people?!  

INTERVIEWER: WHERE ARE YOUR EYEBROWS?

PHINKS: I DON’T WANNA--

INTERVIEWER: PHINKS!

PHINKS: People used to say my eyebrows looked...girly... So, one day, when I was YOUNGER AND DIDN’T KNOW A DAMN THING...I tried to make them look more manly.  But they kept looking dumber and dumber...so I pulled them all out thinking they’d grow back better.  But they never did. THERE! Are you happy, you sick bastards?! *Holds in tears*

INTERVIEWER: Thank you for sharing that story, Phinks.  I have one last question for you:  If you could change anything of your life, what would you change?

PHINKS: *Bites lip* MY EYEBROWS!  *Runs out of studio*

Phinks walked beside you, his hands in the pockets of his Gucci tracksuit.

“What’s up?”  The blonde man looked down at you, sensing that something was wrong.  “You’re quiet.”

You sighed, realizing you had failed at hiding how you were feeling.  “Things are just...a lot right now.”  You were feeling uninspired, and unmotivated.  There was so much going on, and nothing at the same time.   

He sat on a park bench, motioning for you to sit beside him.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head. “No.”  You sat with your head down, your hands on your lap.

He smiled at you sadly, frustrated that he couldn’t simply get rid of whatever was bothering you. 

He carefully reached out, gingerly holding your fingers between his.  “Is this okay?”  

You simply nodded your head.  You didn’t feel like talking.

Over an hour had passed before Phinks spoke.

“Don’t worry.  Everything will be alright.”

He kissed you on your forehead before returning to his previous position.

Really digging soft boi Phinks headcanons atm. Maybe it's because of the holiday season 🎁☃️

Phinks groaned as he stood outside the university gates, tugging at the collar of his uniform. The grey dress shirt, black dress pants and matching black shoes, tie and belt weren't exactly his style.

An archeologist from a foreign country would be bringing a rare artifact for a presentation next month.

Chrollo caught word of this, and had assigned Phinks to get a job as security at the university a few months back.

Shalnark had hacked into the security company's file, ensuring that Phinks would be the one to escort the archeologist once the time came.

The plan was simple enough:

Take out the archeologist and leave with the artifact.

The other members of the troupe would poke fun at Phinks for having to actually work for several months. As much as he acted as if he hated it, it wasn't exactly true...

"Phinks!"

You waved at the blonde haired man as you adjusted your purse.

Phinks smiled, nodding his head in reply. "Off early today?"  He cursed at himself, trying to slow down his heart as it began to beat rapidly.

The hell is wrong with me?! 

You usually taught courses until late in the evening, but you had decided to cut your class short today.

"Yupp! It's so weird seeing the sun! I figured I'd let the class off early for the last day of the semester."

Phinks sighed. "I’m working late. You'll have to head to the station on your own..."  He was relieved that he managed to hide his disappointment.

You and Phinks happened to both finish work at the same time, and would take the train at the same station.  At first it was by chance, but after a few awkward interactions of walking the same way home almost every day; it became a routine.  

Phinks wasn’t the social type, but he couldn’t deny that you were his type.  He was drawn to you before the two of you even spoke.

You were the first to break the ice, making a joke about how the University’s security was top of the line.  

“So, is escorting me to the train station part of your job?”

Phinks shot up suddenly. "Wait, last day of the semester?!"  He kicked himself internally for having forgotten.

You let out a laugh, entertained by Phinks breaking his usual calm demeanor. "Yeah, that's why I wanted to make sure you got this..."

You shyly handed him a small gift bag with a picture of a snowman smiling on it. "Merry Christmas, Phinks! I'm happy to have met you."

Phinks stood there dumbfounded as you began to walk away.

"I hope it helps!!"

You ran off before he could say anything, your ears burning.  You felt like a little kid again.  You couldn’t help it whenever you were around Phinks.  

He made your heart skip a beat.

At first you were intimidated by his looks, but during your walks to the station you soon learned that deep down-- he was gentle. 

You didn’t know much about him, but you knew that you wanted to get to learn more.  You wanted to get closer to him...

---

Phinks sat on the edge of his bed, wearing a pair of grey pin striped boxers. He held the gift bag in his hand, the sense of confusion still over him.

He had never received a present before.

In movies, there was usually a card attached to the bag. He scratched his head when all he saw was the picture of the snowman staring back at him.

"No card, huh? I guess I know who it's from anyways..."

He opened the bag slowly, carefully moving the white tissue paper to the side.

He ran his fingers along the long piece of fabric, admiring the colors of red and green.

As he pulled it out, he spotted a small piece of paper fall out from it.

The enhancer caught it quickly, opening his hand to read it.

Dear Phinks,

You once told me your favorite colors were red and green, and I know you can’t wear a jacket over your uniform.  I thought this might help keep you warm on nights when you have to work late.

I meant to ask you in person, but if you are reading this-- it means I chickened out.

My family is away this Christmas, and I remember you mentioning yours was away as well...

If you feel up to it-- you're more than welcome to come to my place for Christmas! (But it's fine if you don't!) Address is on the back.

Happy Holidays!!

Phinks smiled, placing the note on his night stand. He wrapped the scarf around his neck as he drifted off to sleep.

---

Phinks panicked as he spent the next few days watching Christmas movies. He didn't know how Christmas was celebrated or what to expect.

"Seems simple enough..."

Phinks dug through his closet, pulling out a light grey leather jacket he had worn when he was infiltrating a Yakuza biker gang. He paired it with dark denim pants, brown gloves, and the scarf you had given him.

He heightened his senses as he made his way to your house. He didn't want anything to happen to the chicken nor the hot chocolate he had bought for you. He didn't understand it, but it seemed to be a common practice in the movies he watched.

You jumped when you heard a knock on the door.

"No way..."

You fixed your hair, adjusting your tight red dress and Santa hat as you made your way to the door.  You stumbled slightly, having drank a bit too much to cope with being alone on Christmas for the first time.

"You made it!"

Phinks smiled holding up the hot chocolate and chicken.  “Yeah, uh, merry Christmas, Y/N.” Shit...I hope I said that right...

You smiled, stepping to the side to invite him in.  

As much as you wanted him to; you never expected he’d actually show up.  You clenched your jaw, trying to hide your panic.

Did I clean enough?! Is there toilet paper in the washroom?! Shit!! Phinks examined your house.  He smiled when his eyes fell upon the Christmas tree in your living room.  

Just like in the movies...

You took the food from Phinks, and went to make room on the table.  

You groaned, looking at the pile of books that you had left from marking final exams the night before.   “Sorry, Phinks.  Do you think you could give me a hand moving these?”

Phinks nodded, making his way over to you.

He continued to look around your house as you both made your way to your study.

Your study had a large bookshelf, and it must have contained over a hundred books.

You stepped onto a stool, carefully sorting the books into their proper place.

You held your hands out to Phinks to hand you the books.

Phinks was in his own world as he continued to observe his surroundings.  

Being a part of the Spiders meant constant relocating.  He had never been inside a true home before.  

Small touches around your house such as a picture of a cat made him chuckle.  It was very you.

“Phinks?”

You looked at him worriedly.  Was he regretting his decision?

Phinks quickly came to, looking back to where you were standing.

“Huh?” You blushed, hoping you weren’t right...

Phinks looked above you at the holly you had surrounding the doorway.

His face went red, remembering what he had seen in one of the movies he watched.

She probably thinks I’m an idiot!  

Phinks held your arm as he pulled you towards him, pressing his lips against yours.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him, checking to make sure you weren’t dreaming.  

You stood there frozen from shock once Phinks pulled away.

The muscular man chuckled as he examined your expression.  “What?  It’s tradition, isn’t it?”  He pointed up at the holly.

You bit your lip, unsure of how to handle the situation.  “Oh that’s...holly.”

Phinks felt his heart drop as his ears began to burn.  His mind raced, trying to make up some sort of excuse.

Fuckkkkkkkkkkkingggg helllllllll!  Maybe I could just run out the d--

You began to laugh, charmed by how innocent he seemed at times.

The alcohol you drank earlier gave you courage, as you stepped down from your stool, wrapping your arms around his neck.  

Phinks felt a shiver run down his spine as you whispered into his ear.

"If you wanted to see what mistletoe looks like, I think I have some in my bedroom.”

Phinks growled, a wicked grin now plastered on his face as he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist.  

“Teaching on Christmas?  You’re one hell of a professor.”

You laughed as Phinks carried you up the stairs, the chicken going cold as the two of you spent Christmas Eve under your covers.

Phinks groaned as him and Feitan exited the liquor store.  The blonde haired man leaned back and massaged his neck, his other hand carrying several bags of beer.

Feitan chuckled quietly under his mask.  “Too. heavy. for. you?  Weakling.”

Phinks furrowed his brow bones.  “Shut up!  It’s not that.  I just don’t get why we always have to be the ones to buy that dumbass his booze!”  He swallowed and looked around discreetly, hoping Uvogin hadn’t followed them somehow.  

Phinks snapped out of his trance when his leg bumped into something hard.

“The hell?!”

He looked down, taken aback when he noticed he had walked into someone’s suitcase.  

A young woman checked over the suitcase for any damage.

“Watch where you’re going, bud--”

Phinks felt his heart drop as his eyes met with the woman in front of him. 

"Phinks...”

The woman seemed to freeze.  It was as if she were seeing a ghost.

Memories that Phinks had pushed to the back of his mind began to re-emerge all at once, overwhelming him.

Phinks clenched his jaw, the last time he saw her playing in his head.

“I’ll...I’ll wait for you, Phinks!  Just tell me that’s what you want.”

“Hey.  Yeah...this is...yeah.”

The woman continued to look at Phinks.  There were so many things she wanted to say.

“I...never thought I’d see you again, Phinks.  Let alone on the other side of the world!”  She chuckled awkwardly.

Phinks went to talk but stopped when his eyes fixed themselves upon something shining on the woman’s left hand.

She’s...

The woman noticed Phinks’ stare as she pulled her hand to her side.

“Anyways, it was nice to see you.  I’ve gotta get going.  Take care, Phinks.” She smiled sadly at him before walking away past him and Feitan.

---

Phinks laid in bed, thinking about his ex.

It had been 10 years since he had last seen her.

She was the first and last serious relationship he had ever been in.  Any other relationships after that were nothing but casual hook ups.

He didn’t think about her often, but when he did, he’d think about her for hours.

Phinks thought about how she used to smile as she looked up at him.

How small her hand felt in his, and how she’d complain the size difference made it hurt to intertwine their fingers.  

Early mornings and late nights when he would relish the feeling of her body against his...

How her eyes seemed to sparkle whenever she was happy, and especially whenever he told her he loved her.  

Her eyes...they were so...cold.

He swallowed, thinking about the last time he saw her...

**10 YEARS AGO**

“You’re joining a gang?!  Phinks!  Are you crazy?!”

The woman pulled at Phinks’ wrist, his back turned to her.

“It’s not a gang!  It’s a lot more complicated, and I can’t explain it to you...it’s safer this way.  I don’t know what’s going to happen to me in the next year on this job...stop making this harder than it needs to be!  Just--”

The woman fell to her knees, her hands grabbing tighter onto Phinks’ sleeves.

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll...I’ll wait for you, Phinks!  Just tell me that’s what you want.”

She leaned her forehead onto Phinks, sobbing quietly as she waited for his answer.

Please...

Phinks took a deep breath, fighting the foreign feeling of his eyes beginning to burn.

“It’s not what I want.”

--------

He had always been honest with her up until that point.  The fact that she meant so much to him was the reason why he had to do what he did.  

They were drowning in debt; Phinks unable to land a stable job due to a few run ins with the law over the course of several years. 

No one wanted to hire a criminal.

She had been working 3 jobs to provide for them, saying she didn’t mind as long as they could keep things the way they were. 

She had fought so hard for them...

He couldn’t stand to watch her suffer anymore.  He didn’t want to be useless.

He had met Chrollo one day after fighting several thugs in an alley years before he met his ex.  Chrollo had given him a piece of paper with his number on it, saying to give him a call if he ever wanted to be rewarded for his strength. 

Phinks found the piece of paper while moving things around their apartment.  He figured it wouldn’t hurt to give Chrollo a call to see what he had to offer.  He hoped he would remember him.

The initiation test to get into the Phantom Troupe was deadly, and there was a large probability that he would have died.  It wouldn’t have been fair to make her wait for a dead man.

When he finished the initiation he went to find her again, but she was gone.  It was almost as if she had disappeared off the face of the Earth.  

The only thing her friends and co-workers were able to tell him were that she was so distraught after their break up, that she wanted “to start over again, completely.”

Where did she go?  What had she been doing for the past 10 years?

He thought about the ring on her finger.

What was the other person like?  Did they look after her? 

Did they know just how lucky they were?

What if he never left?  Would they have been married by now?  Maybe they would have a kid..or more...

He shook his head and growled before throwing a pillow onto his bed.

Phinks stood up as he looked at his shirtless reflection in the mirror.

He gently stroked the tattoo on the left side of his chest.

A heart with her name in it. 

He had gotten it after one of their biggest fights, her claiming he didn’t love her.  It was the only way he could think of proving how he felt about her at the time.

Stupid kid.

He smiled sadly before turning back to his bed, a large tattoo of a spider and the number 5 covering his back, replacing the previous reflection.