arachnophobia || feitan portor

arachnophobia || feitan portor

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a·rach·no·pho·bi·a /əˌraknəˈfōbēə/ noun 1. extreme or irrational fear of spiders. the phantom troupe, an infamous gang of thieves with class a bounties. outcasted yet wanted by society, they're a force to be reckoned with shall you meet them in person. when an arachnophobic pro hunter who's been making a name for herself as a bounty hunter runs into the group, trouble is sure to follow. ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ hunter x hunter © yoshihiro togashi feitan portor © yoshihito togashi arachnophobia storyline © angel-xanarchy ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ ratings+extra stuff -mature content; strong language, sexual themes, gore, violence -partially follows the storyline of hunter x hunter (2011) (spoiler warning) -female reader; story with use she/her pronouns -started: 07.26.2020 -completed: 11.19.2020
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**She was never meant to be one of them.** Years ago, Y/N turned down Chrollo Lucilfer's invitation to join the Phantom Troupe. Back then, loyalty didn't need a title-and friendship meant cigarettes under flickering streetlights and secrets whispered between gunshots. But grief changes people. Now she's back. Reforged. Colder. Sharper. A blade wrapped in silence. Among the Troupe, she's the quiet one. Calculating. Detached. Not cruel-but dangerous in ways they've only begun to understand. She knows them too well. And they know better than to ask why she returned. Tonight's mission was clean. Efficient. Bloody. In a cracked restroom mirror, she watches herself rinse crimson from her blade-expressionless, eyes like frost. Then she feels it. A gaze. Familiar. Unspoken. "I thought you'd be gone by now," says the voice behind her-low, smooth, threaded with amusement and something unreadable. She turns. And there he is. Chrollo Lucilfer.

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