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Soul-marks. There are many different types. The red string, their names. Or there is the one where whatever is on your skin appear on your soulmates skin. That was the kind I had. Most people would wear their soulmates proudly. I didn't. I hide mine. Why? Because of who the soul-marks, yes marks, Indicated just who my soulmates are. I had a total of six. There was a twelve legged spider with a number number zero on its back located on the back of my neck, another twelve legged spider with number one on its back located right behind my right ear, A twelve legged spider with number two on its back located on my left outer thigh, again a twelve legged spider number five on its back located on my left inner wrist, followed by a twelve legged spider number six on its back located right under my left collar bone, and finally you guessed it another twelve legged spider number eleven on its back located my lower back. Everyone knew what the twelve legged spider meant. What it represented. The phantom troupe. A group of thieves and killers. And six of them where my soulmates. That though terrified me. Scared me to no end. It put me in danger, it put my friends and family in danger as well. So, mom and dad made us hide. Yeah, like that helped. Now both mom and dad where dead. Thank to their desperate attempts to distract the troupe as we... as I ran. Dad was first. Mom had taken me and my sibling and ran. Mom was next, a few years later. She had stayed in the house as a distraction as I used my Nen ability to take my younger siblings and ran. I raised them. And now... now I will do anything to keep them safe. I'll die for them. I'll kill for them. I'll even expose myself to protect them. Fuck I'd even give myself to the phantom troupe if it meant my remaining family's safety. My family only grew when a black and green haired boy befriended my siblings. It grew again when a silver haired boy joined the fray.

Chrollo: I suppose I could.. see myself using a book of sorts as weapon. Chrollo: In that situation Y/n: Dictionary Deceiver🤨 Y/n: Word Whomper🤨 Y/n: Synonym Slicer🤨🤨🤨 Y/n: Syllable Slaughterer🤨🤨 Chrollo: They keep getting worse Y/n: ABC's, the last thing you see🤨🤨🤨 Or: Y/n is added onto the Adult Trio's groupchat. And promptly makes everyone swoon from their bullshit. Unfortunately, this backfires. Surprise surprise. And now they're attempting to run away from the consequences of their actions. Which happens to come in the form of the Troupe, a Zoldyck, and Hisoka-who counts as his own class-attempting to claim them first. Story is suited for both males and females. I will use They/Them pronouns for Y/n, feel free to imagine these as your pronouns. ⚠️Tw⚠️ •Hisoka •Cussing •Mentions of death •Mentions of suicide •Non-graphic torture scenes •Obsessive, toxic, and manipulative behavior •Probably more stuff that I forgot to mention I don't own HunterxHunter. I don't own any of the art used in this story.