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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years

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Chrollo meeting his Childhood friend!s/o after being away for a long time

I wanted to write a drabble again, I hope you will enjoy it!

He was walking back home, alone this time. He wasn’t sure how to feel since he was usually with the troupe but for this mission everyone was split apart. At least he was able to see you. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in about a year, and only connected through phone. He had heard you were still working at District F, and you had survived a severe fever a few months ago. He brought along some of the food he bought while coming back to Meteor City and a small stolen necklace that he got from the Kakin National Museum.

When he arrived at the outskirts of Meteor City, the people that were working close by stopped and bowed their heads to him. He was some kind of a celebrity back in the city, and some even viewed him as a Messiah of sorts. Chrollo wasn’t a serial killer in this world, no, he was a savior. He would be the one to help Meteorites (the citizens of the city) fight against forces like the mafia or anyone who dared to take things away from their sacred grounds. The Kurta learned that the hard way. But now is not the time to dwell on dark moments of history, Chrollo has come back to greet his lover.

Y/n, was a strong-willed, selfless person. Many questioned if they were even from the city to begin with due to how different they were from the rest of the ragged culture. District F was known to house the most children, and so many volunteered to work there. But even then, you still stood out from the crowd. No matter who asked for help, you would lend a hand. Some might question this as being too naïve, but to Chrollo this was what made you so special. You were able to act like a saint in the hellhole of a city, truly someone a messiah like him could love.

“Chrollo’s back!” children squealed as he ascended the steps to the old church building. They ran around him, pulling at his long coat what kinds of adventures he went on this time.

Chrollo’s grey eyes landed on you, who was too busy trying to lull a baby to sleep to notice the entire church building stop and look at the entrance. “We’re going to need to get more towels for the kid, and don’t forget that Scarlet needs to get something for her ankle, I think it might be sprained. Also, we can mix some carrots in for tonight’s dinner since-“

“My, they aren’t letting you rest even for a minute are they?” a familiar voice stopped you from going into autopilot. You looked towards the voice and saw your boyfriend standing with his arms open to you.

“Ah, Chrollo! I didn’t see you there!” you set the baby down carefully into another worker’s arms and went to hug him. You heard some of the kids giggle as you kissed him on the cheek.

“When did you come back? You should’ve let me know earlier!”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he replied.

You were able to leave work early that day and visit him on his walk back to District G, where he lived now. He was sharing the space with Franklin, but tonight he wouldn’t be there to greet you. Instead, it was just the two of you in the small room. The buildings were all apartments, but they were almost built like they were stacked on each other. Some of the homes seemed to jut out of the building from nowhere, only held up by a few wooden stilts.

“I brought you a gift,” he said in a soft voice before slipping something out from his pocket.

“A necklace! You didn’t have to, it’s too much for someone like me!” you replied, taking it carefully in both of your hands. “But, thank you, it’s wonderful.”

“I wanted to get you the entire Kakin palace but that would be too much to carry in one day, correct?” he laughed, sitting down on a rug in the middle of the floor. You sat next to him.

The two of you looked out into the night sky. It was a full moon, and the stars were shining brightly.

“I want to hear of your stories, what did you do this time?” you asked him.

“Oh, it’s nothing big, just more small heists,” he told you. “We have a new recruit, Shizuku. She’s a bit younger than us, but she fits right into the team. I wish you could meet her,” Chrollo’s eyes dropped to your hand as he took it in his own.

“Yeah, but the children here need me,” you closed your eyes and leaned on his shoulder.

“Such a selfless one,” Chrollo chuckled lightly to himself. “The troupe misses you too.”

“I’m glad, tell them that I said hello!” you smiled at him.

He then went on telling you his heist this time. Apparently he was with Feitan, Phinks, Shalnark, and Pakunoda. They were tasked with stealing from an archeology site, specifically a piece of a monster from the fabeled Dark Continent. In a black market, the price could go up to about 200 million Jenny. The group, of course, had no trouble getting their hands on this artifact, but on the way Pakunoda had suggested getting something for you.

Chrollo was walking by the museum when it happened, and Feitan suggested “why not steal from here?” The group sneaked in and quickly snatched one of the jewelry pieces from one of the late princes of the Kakin empire. It was likely that it would be on the news the next day, but it wasn’t like people in Meteor City would care. Chrollo knew that they would be happy about getting more fresh cabbage seeds and cabbage heads due to the money he got from the stolen Dark Continent creature, so that was all that mattered.

It was just another one of those nights where he would be with you for a little bit. He did this often when he came back. He would be with you for one day, meet with the elders of the city in the next, and then he would disappear back into the world outside of the Meteor. You would have to wait to hear more about his stories until then. But for now, the two of you were enjoying each other’s company, and simply embracing the time you two had together.

The next morning, he walked you to District F, with the nurses all surrounding the two of you.

“Well then, until next time,” he kissed you as he left. He was wearing a confident smile as he headed to where the elders of the city dwelled. You waved after him, telling him to be safe.

“You two are still together?” one of your friends asked, dusting his hands on his apron.

“Y-yeah, I’m just glad we can see each other like this. I miss him, but at least we meet up!” you responded, turning around to see the friend that handed you an apron as well.

“We have more work today, apparently a whole new batch of kids showed up and they want to dump them here,” he said, pointing at the church building.

You immediately nodded and wrapped the apron around your waist. Meanwhile, Chrollo was going to discuss the matters of the mafia and the city to the elders. He wasn’t in a high position in the politics of the city, but his influence was definitely not one that could be ignored. With a determined look, the two of you looked up at the morning sky.

“Let’s get to work.”

#hxh #hunterxhunter #hunter x hunter #hxh chrollo #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #chrollo headcanons #meteor city #phantom troupe x reader #phantom troupe #hxh phantom troupe #phantom troupe headcanons #chrollo x y/n #drabble #genei ryodan #hxh scenarios #hxh imagines #hxh headcanons

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palismet · 8 months

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u ever think about how hunter would learn about wolves in the human realm and then have the windows open, hear a familiar, distant sound and go oh! oh! wolves in connecticut! wolves in connecticut! and it's just the siren of an ambulance

#hunter toh #the owl house #it's a canon event we can't help him :( luz is laughing and he is doing his best not to be devastated :(#the excited; thrilled press of his ear to the window mesh / trying to get as close as possible to hear it? to be Sure?#and then the continual awooo of it and just going oh. oh. medical transport worm. gotcha. gotcha. i knew that.#him? excited? dunno what u mean. that was fine he's not disappointed or anything #it's living near hospital lore™. the constant vibe of it.#a silly boy !!!!!!!!!!!#after a brief google search i now am aware there are no wolves in connecticut. can you imagine his betrayal.#hunter: u could live anywhere and you chose??? a place with no natural wildlife???#luz: wolves aren't natural town wildlife. they're an apex predator who like to live away from cities bc People #hunter: well at least they've got something good going for them! it's what they Deserve!!#and he'd be right !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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ervona · 5 months

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what I lament with how bg3 chose to portray udadrow and people new to dnd took it at face value because why wouldn't they, is how everyone's from Menzoberranzan now without understanding that being Menzoberranyr was like a region specific state of unwellness

#dare i put it in the bg3 tag #lu was technically born there but she's a different kind of unwell because she's from sshamath #it's huge and they've got an air of smugness over menzo for being bigger. i imagine it like people on here post about new york #sshamath the only city in the world baby #menzo meanwhile there's certainly things to be proud of but drow from other cities will clown on you. spider kisser #see: hunter's blades in the drizzt series or the war of the spider queen which is eh but has some interesting moments #realms tag

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randomnameless · 1 year

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I always appreciated them as two different things. What I THINK they mean is when it’s adapted in a way that actually disrespects what came before it. Cowboy Bebop is a genuine example of this, or the Monster Hunter movie. Unlike say the Wachowski sisters Speed Racer movie which is a cheesy honest adaptation of Speed Race with its own spin on some things…that people didn’t watch despite how great it is!

I've heard many things about the MH movie but haven't seen it, sadly (?) - I heard there's focus on a Diablos?

Maybe I was a bit too negative with this comment lol, but imo it's completely unfathomable to me to adapt something if you "don't respect" the source material?

Of course adaptations can't be a copy/paste and sometimes things are done to make a movie more acceptable/viewable for an audience, like Peter Jackson's Lotr where Arwen - well, just Arwen. But I don't think PJ "didn't respect" the source material. Ultimately, there's a difference between faithfulness (that can be edited/removed bcs a movie isn't 3 books) and the sheer "respect".

Like, for instance, you can wonder wtf happened and if the people really gave a crap about the source material or even respected it, I can think of Dragonball Evolution.

But back to Mario, if there is a movie based on the Mario franchise, I'd expect the characters from the Mario franchise, maybe the settings and nods to the games. If I want a discussion on capitalism, taxes, diesel or butternuts, I'm not going to watch a Super Mario movie. Of course a Super Mario movie can have themes and have a broader message than "and Mario saved Luigi and called it a day!", but at its core, it has to be a Super Mario movie, with mushrooms, Toad(s), Bowser, Luigi, etc etc.

but maybe it's a personal bias, i usually don't like live action adaptations...

#anon #replies #the only exception is city hunter i've heard good things about the recent movie #dbe was a nightmare lol #i may shit on dbs from times to times but that movie?#coming from lolcalisation woes there's still something imo wrong with lack of 'respect' from the source #sure sure that movie wasn't inspired by 1 game #but it's a general verse with existing characters #sure bowser roasts his people from times to times but he's portrayed as a lovable dork #and we don't dwelve seriously in what a koopa thinks for having been turned in a dry bones bcs his boss had a bad hair day #imagine a mario galaxy adaptation without lumas #or with evil lumas #it's impossible it's not even being unfaithful to the source material it's complete disrespect #an evil luma seriously

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nerosdayinanime · 1 year

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ohhhh werewolf au.......

#loserboy giyuu posting #milk man (rare americans) at first i was thinking just another modern au where giyuu has a Not fun time in the city but i #remembered the music video for it had the guy turn into a wolf w someone else #now im imagining giyuu getting attacked one night and getting turned & accepting his new nature- then he gets caught #by werewolf hunters while hes out one night then really embraces it and breaks out & attacks them #he doesnt kill them but he definitely leaves some massive scars #also him running one night and meeting another wolf & having fun together only to wake up snuggled into peach hair & familiar purple eyes #spiderman pointing meme 'YOURE A FUCKING WEREWOLF TOO!?!'#werewolf au #giyuu #sabito #kny au

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diana-perla · 3 months

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como es que no murio por la caida de un rayo⚡😂

#yautja #yautja imagines #predator #city hunter #jungle hunter

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oflgtfol · 2 years

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man i get why they went with crime lord boba because that's the ""cooler"" idea but MAN. now that i've started thinking about it, boba as mayor is so god damn funny and also genuinely interesting to me like we can keep all the messy politics that already exist too bc i really do not think tatooine would be void of political corruption. like yeah the crime families would still have a say in the mayoral election because the system is corrupt af. the mos espa mayor is still doing dirty shit and like, hiring assassins against his electoral opponent, because thats just how tatooine elections are. like this is haunting me right now its so funny. and just imagine, all that weird shit goes down, and boba is genuinely elected still? the people genuinely vote for him, no fraud, no manipulation? boba fett is democratically elected? and the rest of the galaxy just has to deal with that. all the AUs of din + friends meeting with luke + friends, especially boba and han meeting up again, imagine that AU but now with boba democratically elected as a mayor on tatooine. like just imagine everyone's reactions. i'm losing my mind

#one of the best bounty hunters in the galaxy. democratically elected as mayor #brot posts #mando posting #im saying all this genuinely. i sincerely believe a show about a fucking election on tatooine would be thrilling #because like its tatooine. its tatooine #it would 100% still involve assassination attempts and crimelords and everything like that #you could still keep all the drama and action #yes your mayoral candidates will 100% have a fucking gunfight in the middle of the city #and boba wins the election not even as the lesser of two evils but because he genuinely did a grassroots campaign or something #like trying to imagine a show with him campaigning as normal meanwhile the same assassinations and crimelord stuff is going down #going door to door to talk to civilians and then he walks away from a house and gets attacked by assassins

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notesmuseum · 10 months

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‘Cities begin in the mind.

Or so proposed Elias Canetti, a novelist and social philosopher often written off as one of those offbeat mid-century central European thinkers no one knows quite what to do with. Canetti speculated that Palaeolithic hunter-gatherers living in small communities must, inevitably, have spent time wondering what larger ones would be like. Proof, he felt, was on the walls of caves, where they faithfully depicted herd animals that moved together in uncountable masses. How could they not have wondered what human herds might be like, in all their terrible glory? No doubt they also considered the dead, outnumbering the living by orders of magnitude. What if everyone who’d ever died were all in one place? What would that be like? These ‘invisible crowds’, Canetti proposed, were in a sense the first human cities, even if they existed only in the imagination.’

The Dawn of Everything

David Graeber and David Wengrow

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daydreamerdrew · 1 year

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Fantastic Comics (1939) #4

#back on these wonderfully detailed comics #my favorite bit of art is the panel where Sub and Thetis are in the radio room on page 5 #this artist really does wonderful backgrounds to imagine this futuristic technology #I’m also charmed by the underwater worldbuilding here #Thetis the pearl hunter of the submerged city of Crustacea #fox features #sub saunders #my posts #comic panels #fire tw

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astroboots · 7 months

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Omg please continue with the Miguel fang prompt!!! It’s too cruel to stop there!!!!!

HIDE AND SEEK

Summary: Miguel and you plays hide and seek.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Content: Hunter predator kink (I think that's what we're calling it?) anyway explicit. Miguel is a bit rough.

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It's all too easy to get lost in the crowd in a city as crowded as New York. You slip in among a throng of tourist standing around like a flock of pecking hens, their faces dipped down at their phones, huddled over google maps as they try to figure out how to get to Broadway as if it's not within goddamn walking distance, right down the street.

In a nervous habit, you fiddle with the watch on your wrist. Your eyes flick over the bright light that tells you it's 11:28pm.

Which means, there's still 32 minutes left.

God this is the slowest hour you've ever lived through in your life.

You squeeze yourself in the back, behind a woman with a large hat and larger sunglasses, even though it's evening and the sky is near black. The only things left illuminating the sky now is glaring shop signs, aggressive LED lights, and the mega-spectacular ads display that is brighter than the goddamn sun.

Peering over the madness of the crowd, you try to spot the familiar sight of his all too recognizable build looming over everyone else.

But there's nothing.

He's not here. You let out a long held in breath, your chest sagging with relief. Of course he wouldn't be here.

Times Square has over 300,000 visitors passing through every day. 300,000 sweaty, exhausted individuals drenched in perfume and deodorant that would make it impossible to pick up your scent. Thousands of people speaking all at once, over the angry noise of honking traffic that would make it impossible, even for him, to pick up the sound of your distinct footfall.

No, He won't be able to catch you here. That's why you came here after all.

You glance down at your watch again. 11:31.

Shit! How has only three minutes gone by?

Shaking your head, you look up at the sea of people.

You'd better get moving. Even in a crowd, if you stay still for too long, it won't be safe.

Walking briskly down the wide street, it's a struggle to squeeze through the ever moving crowd as the glaring lights change from makeup ads to theater marquees. You're peering over your shoulder with every three steps you take, constantly expecting the familiar sight of his messy curls to peek out a foot above the crowd.

He's so damn tall there's no fucking way you'll miss him if he's found you. You'll get plenty of advance warning, you reassure yourself as you continue to move forward.

Your eyes settle over your watch again.

11:46. Fuck you sideways.

You know you shouldn't keep checking it every two seconds like this, because all it serves to do, is to ratchet up your blood pressure so high you're going to need to start taking medication for it.

How is time moving so slow. You shake your head in exasperation, and for a fraction of a second you swear you see it.

A flash of unmissable dark navy glowing with red.

You freeze. Your back feels like ice, cold damp sweat breaking out along your spine. You snap your eyes back but there's nothing there now. Nothing but an anonymous crowd.

What the-- How could he have just disappeared into thin air?

He's 6 feet and fucking 9 inches. Taller than your refrigerator back in your tiny studio apartment. The top of his head beats out your fucking Christmas tree. If he was here, he'd be impossible to miss. You don't fucking miss a giraffe when you visit the Brooklyn Zoo, so why are you having such a fucking hard time spotting him? How the fuck does he move so inconspicuously?

Was it just your imagination?

You glance at your watch: 11:46. Gotta be kidding. Is time standing still now? Has it just decided to stop moving altogether?

You force yourself to step forward and ignore how your knees seems to cave at your own weight as you sink into the pavement with every step.

In the corner of your eyes you spot him. Clearly this time. Real. Not a figment of your imagination. He's only a few steps away from you. The familiar pair of glowing scarlet eyes fixed on you.

Oh fuck, shit. Shit! Your heart races at the sight, beating so hard you think you feel it in your lungs. You're already sprinting in the opposite direction without thought and the only thing guiding you is the pure impulse to escape.

You push through the crowd, sprinting forward without taking in your surroundings. All you care about is to get away as your gaze is fixed on your watch.

11:52. Eight more minutes. You just need to stay away for eight more minutes.

You keep running as the crowd seems to thin, and the colorful lights and noise of traffic fades away. Then you finally stop, catching your breath to look up at your surroundings.

It's empty and void of people. A large empty van is blocking the narrow alley from view of the main street, and there's an unlocked gate that you've come through.

On the other side from where you've come from there's a tall bricked up wall as far as the eye can see-- a dead end.

How the fuck did you manage to find the only deserted dead end alleyway in central New York?

Shit you need to get out of here, you won't be able to run away if you're trapped here.

You glance one more time at your watch.

11:57. Three minutes. 180 seconds. It's all you need and then you'll win.

You turn your heel back towards the gate. But it's too late.

The dim light of the alley is eaten up by a large and imposing shadow.

He's already here.

The familiar navy blue and the menacing red sprawled across his chest fills your vision, blocking your only path to escape. All you see is red eyes glowing so bright it lights up the dark alley with it.

"Time's up," he says, mouth curled into a mocking smile so wide that you can see his fangs peek out from his upper lip.

That's when you realize you are well and fully trapped like the helpless prey you are in his spider's web. You're right where he wants you.

God you're so damn stupid. You were safe in the crowd. But one sight of him had you spooked and running into the only alley to be found in all of New York.

Shit.

He'd planned this all along. The bastard's must've been the one who opened the gate. And you had ran in here like some scared witless rabbit straight into his trap.

You could try to escape him. Some vain, silly leftover pride in you, is adamant that you still have at least two whole minutes to get away.

He steps closer, and you can't help but instinctively step back as he does.

You know it's a game. Know that he would never hurt you, but that hungry and predatory red glow in his eyes has fear spiking along your spine all the same.

"Miguel, wai--"

The rest of your futile plea dies in your throat. His broad palm covers your mouth and jaw, and even your startled squeak is muffled into silence as he presses you up against the wall.

You whimper into his hand, but he doesn't relent. Doesn't ease up, even as he leans down and hushes you. Despite the soothing tone he uses with you, it isn't comforting at all. It drips with condescension as he press his lips to your bare throat.

"I'm gonna take my prize now, nena," he murmurs into your skin and because your brain is broken, with no sense for survival instincts, every part of you tingles at the amused threat in his voice.

"You promised remembered?" he reminds you.

And of course you do. It's hard not to, when the bastard's got you pinned against a brick wall in an abandoned alley like something out of a horror movie.

Fuck. He's taken this way too seriously. You don't know why you had suggested the world's dumbest hide and seek with this competitive and unreasonable man.

He presses you into the hard brick behind you, like there's anywhere left for you to go. And you can feel it. The proof of his excitement pressing up against your stomach, pinning you against the wall. He's hard.

Any residual resentment at your loss gives way for excitement when you feel his cock twitch and jerk against you.

The edge of his teeth rests on your bare shoulder as goosebumps breaks across your skin, and you feel dizzy. Anticipation swirls in your stomach with an intoxicating warmth.

You can't fucking breathe.

His hand snakes up your dress, wedging your panties to the side, until you can hear the fabric rip and tear. Shit, you're going to kill him for that.

The thick head of his cock presses in and stretches you open, as he forces his way inside of you, in time with his sharp and whetted fangs sinking into your flesh. Electricity pings across your nerves, sweet and euphoric and you feel drunk with it.

He's filling you, inch by hard and relentless inch, until you swear you can feel him lodged in your stomach. You feel so fucking full. Full of Miguel until nothing else fits anymore, but he doesn't stop.

His cock nudges along an impossibly deep spot inside you that has you losing orientation and makes the space around you spin, and he's still not fully inside.

White blinding pleasure streaks through your every nerve and crowds your vision, as he sinks you down further on him, until your vision goes blank. He's so fucking big. Always is no matter how many times you take him like this.

Pleasure pool with heat in your stomach as he holds you in place, impaled on the thickness of him.

Your limbs go boneless, unable to hold up your own weight, and for a moment you're not sure if that's the venom released to your bloodstream or just the effect he has on you. You only remain upright because he's propping you up with his body.

His mouth skims along your throat, dragging his teeth up until his fangs tease along the shell of your ear, with the threat of sharpness. The edge of them barely graze your skin, completely unlike the feral impatience he'd sunk into you with, as he whispers into your ear.

"Found you, nena."

Dedication and credits: This piece is dedicated to @foxilayde for her utterly deranged (and amazing) post that had me SALIVATING. Thank you for putting this brainworm into my head. I am shooketh.

#miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fanfic #miguel ohara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #oscar isaac #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years

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If you have the time, can you make more drabble for the childhood friend s/o. It's too cutee I love it

Of course, thank you for the ask! I wrote a bit about the first time you two met, I hope you like it!

Chrollo x childhood friend!s/o

Meteor City was a place that you knew as your home. It was the only world you knew, but you found yourself visiting far off kingdoms and cities without ever having to use the blimps that flew above. You visited them through the words that were on pages, the pictures that were printed in the scraps of magazines you managed to find in the piles of trash. You were able to explore a whole world because you had an adventurer as your friend, Chrollo.

The two of you had met while you went to go find food in the piles. The elders of the city had warned against greed, especially in the form of nourishment, but you couldn’t help it. Your stomach had been aching since you woke up to hear the dawn chorus, and by now then it was the afternoon.

While finding a bag of chips (though there were some bugs inside) and a half-full bottle of mango juice, you saw a boy’s head from behind a few broken plane pieces. His hair was black, a bit messy, but he looked like he was focused on something. Perhaps he found something that you could sell to the black market that was owned by men that wore suits and came into the city every month! It might earn you a fresh package of crackers!

You slowly approached the boy, like a lion stalking a prey, but before you could get closer, the boy spoke up.

“What do you need?”

You froze. He hadn’t turned around, yet he knew you were there.

“If you’re looking for food, I don’t have any,” he said. He finally looked towards you, his eyes a mysterious grey.

“Ah, I wasn’t looking for any,” you reply, hiding the snacks you found behind your back. He closed something that he was holding and waited for you to approach him.

“What’s that anyways?” you pointed.

“Oh, it’s a book about a person called a ‘hunter,’ this one’s called Dino Hunter or so,” he responded, showing the moldy cover. “A book?” you repeated. The thing he was holding didn’t look edible, but he was holding it more carefully than you had seen the elders hold a baby’s head from the newest trash pile in the east side of the city.

Chrollo noticed your confusion and sighed.

“Of course you wouldn’t know, it’s not like they teach us to read or write here. Everything’s passed down orally,” he opened the ‘book’ and flipped to a page.

You sat down, now curious at what he was doing. You had heard of the adults in the city reading and writing, and you had seen words before. You just didn’t know how to read them yourself.

“That’s cool,” you pointed at an illustration of a strange looking beast. It had a smoky body, and seemed to be ghost-like.

“It’s apparently called ‘ai,’ and it’s a gas-like being that lives with another. I’m guessing in one body like it’s possessing you,” Chrollo explained.

“I still don’t get it,” you sighed, plopping down next to him. “How do you know?”

“It says it right on the page next to it,” he pointed at the wall of scribbles. “I don’t get it.”

“I can read it, I can teach you if you want.”

You ended up sitting with him for three hours, forgetting about your stomach completely. By the end of it, the sky was growing into a blood-red hew. The stars were about to make their appearance in the skies.

“We should go,” he said, closing the book once more.

“It’s so cool that things like that exist,” you replied, standing up. “What’s your name by the way? I’m y/n!”

“Chrollo,” he said.

“What’s that?”

“I read a book with a cool character I liked, so I’m trying to be like them by taking his name.”

“Stealing an identity more or less, huh.”

You two eventually walked back to the heart of the city and it turned out you two lived close by. You stayed in the abandoned church at District F while he was in an old office building in District H. Saying goodbye, you two promised to meet again tomorrow in the same place.

He would continue to read stories for you, and you would in return share food you found in the piles of trash. The elders would be against it, but it wasn’t like they would want Chrollo to learn to read and know the outside world either.

“I want to explore one day,” he said, looking at the blimps in the sky dropping the piles of trash. “Perhaps find treasures of my own.”

“That would be cool! You’d be like the pirates!” you say, remembering the one story he read to you in the morning. “But, I’ll probably stay here, I want to help out the elders I’m with in District F’s ‘eye.’” The “eye” was supposed to mean the church building, as it was a place where some say they saw visions.

Chrollo smiled at you once again, a warm smile that you would grow fond of. “That’s so typical of you to say.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re too nice for this city. People don’t just offer help like that if they grew up here, even the elders aren’t as kind to some if they rub them the wrong way.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

The two of you saw the blimps disappear into the distance. Knowing Chrollo for the few months you had been together, it felt like you knew what he was thinking. He would get out of the city and do something for himself, perhaps make his name known around the world.

“You’re going to be great,” you told him. “I can’t wait to see what kinds of amazing feats you’ll do.”

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