𝗦𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 || Hunter x Hunter Oneshots

𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 || Feitan x reader

~•~•~ Requested by: iheartghostface ~•~•~

Trigger Warning: Mentions of torture, sharp objects, and gore. Read at your own discretion.

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"Feitan... get them to talk by any means necessary. You have three days." Chrollo orders, walking past the shorter man and into the hideout.

Navigating his way through the abandoned building, Feitan enters a room that was currently guarded by Nobunaga and Shizuku. "Be careful... they're feisty." Shizuku warns before leaving her post.

Sighing in discontent, Feitan enters the room to find Y/N chained to the far wall, a cloth stuffed in their mouth. Seeing someone enter, Y/N starts to make muffled noises, assumedly spewing profanities by the look on their face.

Feitan throws a knife that lands mere inches from Y/N's face, the impact forceful enough to leave a large crack in the concrete wall. "Boss said to get you to talk. I suggest you cough it up now before I have to waste my time."

Moving closer to Y/N, Feitan sees them roll their eyes in obvious annoyance. Removing the cloth from their mouth, Feitan kicks their jaw just to rile them up a bit.

"Feel like talking or did that blow fail to knock some sense into you?" Feitan taunts, a maniacal grin growing on his face.

Instead of respond, Y/N spits on Feitan's foot. Thoroughly annoyed, Feitan kicks Y/N again, this time in their throat. Gasping for air, Y/N struggles to regain their breath for a minute, all while looking back up to Feitan with a look of pure hatred.

"If all you've got is some mediocre kicking, sorry but you're out of luck." Y/N snips back. Letting his bloodlust flow out, Feitan directs his aura directly to Y/N.

Unfazed, Y/N stares back with a deadpan expression, clearly not amused by the man's efforts to flaunt his power. "Tell me... where is it? The ancient city made of gold?"

Y/N begins to laugh to themself, clearly amused by their torturer's sad attempt at getting  information out of them. "It's cute you think you can get me to talk... this isn't my first rodeo~"

Feitan chuckles to himself and pulls out various tools to try out on Y/N. They merely watch curiously as he sharpens a weapon, unperturbed when he draws blood. Over and over, Feitan tries to no avail to get the information out of Y/N.

Deciding to call it quits for the night, Feitan leaves to find Phinks standing guard outside. "So? Where's that city?" He inquires, expecting Feitan to have an answer.

"Don't know." Feitan replies, clearly annoyed that he couldn't get an answer out of their hostage.

Phinks starts to laugh, seeing Uvogin walking down the hall. "Hey Uvo! Get a load of this, Feitan couldn't get the hostage to talk!"

Phink's comment makes Uvogin start to laugh as well, the two men taunting him only adding to Feitan's frustration. Shutting himself in a private room, Feitan slumps down against a wall, spinning a knife in his hand.

'What will it take... to break them?'

~•~•~ The next day ~•~•~

After a long night of deliberation, Feitan feels confident in his ability to get his captive to talk. Walking in with tools in hand, Feitan doesn't try to make small talk.

For hours on end he subjugates Y/N to various forms of torture, things that he never even heard of until he did some more research. Eventually he tires of torturing and grips Y/N's jaw, tilting their head up so he could look them in the eye.