Do. Your. Worst! »Feitan Portor«

Method 34 - Slaughter House

A/n: it took me way to long to find anything even remotely similar to what I wanted but what's above will do I suppose.

A/n x2: And to think it fucking disappeared-

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There had been three days until the ball; only one of which was actually spent planning our actions. That day just happened to be the day of the event.

Not even fifteen minutes prior, in fact.

"Are you ready?" I asked beneath my breath, heels clicking against the carpeted floor, the elevator returning to its downwards decent.

Feitan pulled me to his side by my waist as we approached the guest coordinators desk, holding me close beside him. "Obviously."

"And what might your names be?" the boy (who held a remarkable resemblance to the boy from the Yorknew hotel) at the desk asked, looking between the two of us with a bright smile, guest list in hand.

"Mr. and Mrs. L/n." I bubbled to the young man, wrapping my arms tightly around 'Mr. L/n' with a pop of my leg. While the mission was our main objective, Feitan and I had decided to partake in a challenge of inwardly make the evening as unbearable for the other as possible - I was already winning.

Feitan scoffed, refusing my affection as he pushed my face away from pressing against his cheek. The young boy cocked his brow. "Is he.. okay?"

I giggled. "Ah~, not to worry. My husband here is simply salty he agreed to take on my last name. Petty, I know, but love is a magical thing~ isn't that right, darling?" Make your move, Shrimp.

Feitan remained silent for a moment, and in that time I began to develop a large smirk.

It was quick to drop as soon as Feitan's arose.

Without another moment's thought, he pulled me down towards him and planted a brief peck on my temple before then moving to hover his mouth just barely above my ear. "Let not discuss this here, darling.." his breath fanned out against my ear as he spoke in a hushed, slow voice (though purposefully loud enough for the young one to hear). The way darling rolled of his tongue caused me to freeze, or... perhaps it had been the contact that very successfully took me by surprise.

I blinked as I moved to lean backwards, a grin hidden beneath my hand which I played off as though I were blushing. Feitan side-eyed me with an oh so evident smirk.

"Annnddd on that note-" the blond laughed nervously. "I finally found you on the guest list! Please enjoy your night, Mr. and Mrs. L/n." he smiled, opening the door, the music from within seeping out.

Feitan tensed beside me. I doubted he'd ever forgive Chrollo.

"Thank." Despite it, his smirk refused to fade, not even when he led me through the door. "I win." he finally uttered towards me, confidence painfully clear.

I shared a small smile before gently tucking a stray hair back with the rest of his slicked back locks, my head falling to rest against the crook of his neck as we arrived further into the room. I brushed my fingers up his button-up shirt, moving to lay them flat against his collarbone. "For now." I made certain he could feel my lips stretch against his throat.

Feitan was quick to push me away from him, his head turned away as he did not have his bandana to hide behind. I couldn't do much more than laugh at him, whether it helped the situation or not.

All too soon, a serious air fell over us.

"Is that Ai?" I asked quietly as I noticed him staring at a women move to the bar.