𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Off to the Races [feitan x reader]

Top! Feitan

Bottom! Y/N 

Author: murderfuel (on ao3)

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Feitan Portor was pure acid in a human form. He was vile and evil and enjoyed the fine art of torture. He didn't get attached to people and didn't have a care in the world about people not in the troupe. You knew this but that didn't stop you from being scorched by the fire that burned inside of him. You were attracted to him in a way that was bad for you. You couldn't resist him no matter how hard you tried. He was your drug.

October 7th was supposed to be a simple day. Your only task was to stop the troupe from mass murdering hundreds of individuals at the casino. They had been planning the day for months; making sure every bit of their plan fell into place. Political leaders and their side pieces would be gathering for a game of poker before the next election. The legs of the spider would be going in disguised as waiters. The head, Chrollo, would be at the tables playing poker with the leaders. It was going to be a difficult task to pull off, the troupe knew that, but they simply did not care. As long as they got the cash and jewels they so desperately desired and people died; the plan would be considered a success.

You knew of their plans: after all, there was a traitor among the spiders. You were going to stop them. Murder and deception was your specialty. You could manipulate people into doing what you wanted or you could get your own hands bloody. The Troupe would fail their mission at your hands. You were going to take them down, killing the head and whatever legs got in your way. You had been preparing for their demise for months. You'd made your plan bulletproof so they couldn't stop you. Every obstacle had a solution. Or so you thought.

The night of October 7th came quickly. Congressmen, senators, mayors, and more all arrived at the casino in elongated limousines. Every one of them had a woman by their side that wasn't their wives, no doubt to show one another up. You watched from the building across the street. You made a small sound at the sight.

Another limo appeared in front of the building. Two figures stepped out: a man in a finely pressed suit with a bandana wrapped around his head and a female with a short bob and large nose on his arm. Chrollo and the Troupe had arrived at last. You grinned to yourself as you jumped onto the next building over, crouching out of sight. It was a bore to wait for everyone to arrive but you knew it was a necessity for everyone to be inside when you broke in. You couldn't get ahead of yourself and get caught sneaking into one of the many unlocked windows.

Almost an hour passed until everyone was inside. Weapons were being confiscated, body searches were being done, identification was checked. This was all for everyone's safety, but that wasn't stopping anyone from hiding weapons. The Troupe's plan was still going forward: when the time came they would release their Nen (except Shalnark as his phone and antenna were taken away).

You hoisted yourself up and jumped onto the side of the casino. A window on the 4th floor was open. If everything would go as planned nobody would be on it. You jumped from the windowsill onto the floor and checked your surroundings. Nobody was there.

You removed your backpack and emptied the contents on one of the tables. You grabbed your waiter outfit and changed into it. You were ready to stop the Troupe.

As you walked down the stairs a voice heckled out to you, "Hey, what were you doing up there?" A man shouted at you. No doubt the man in charge of all staff.

"I got confused! I thought the fourth floor was open!" You made an act of widening your eyes in fear of what the man would do to you.

"This is what I get for hiring a dumb woman." He scoffed under his breath as he turned his attention elsewhere. You couldn't help but wish he would die by the end of the night; whether by your hands or the Troupe's, you didn't care. You wanted to feel his dead body in your arms, you wanted to feel as he took his last breath, you wanted to hear his cries of pain as he died. Some might say you were a sadist for thinking this but you couldn't help it. You had to focus on the task at hand though; murders for fun would have to wait until later.