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Morning Call ☠ Feitan Portor

Characters: Feitan Portor x fem! reader

Prompt: Somnophilia

822 words

Warnings: NSFW 18+, p in v, excessive use of "baby", unprotected sex, Somnophilia (consensual), Cunnilingus (f. receiving), Cock warming, cumming inside, nipple play, morning sex, grammar is all over the place, etc.

Yours truly: This is my first time writing smut, and it's not that great but I truly hope you enjoy it.

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Feitan Portor is a very busy man. Most of the times you see him it's late at night. You never know when he'll show up since he's always out dealing with Phantom Troupe business. You would usually stay up waiting and hoping he shows up, but today was a long day for you. Once you got home you took a shower, changed into one of your boyfriends shirts he left behind, a pair of panties, and instantly fell asleep.

A couple hours into the morning you are woken up with a wet and hot feeling in between your legs. Even though your mind is still drowsy with sleep you instantly knew what was happening.

"Fei?" Shuddering, you slowly open your eyes to the view of your boyfriend shoving his tongue into your pussy. He has you on your back and your legs thrown over his shoulder. His pace was slow and lazy.

"Hi baby." He mumbled as he looked up and gave you a small smile before he dove back into you, circling your clit with his tongue with much more energy than before. At the same time, he inserts two fingers into your dripping hole.

"Fei—" Your hands quickly grab his hair as a familiar feeling already starts settling in your stomach. As he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, he sloppily licks and sucks your clit into his mouth. You were basically melting into him. He lets out a small, muffled whimper when you tug on his hair.

"Oh fuck baby keep going I'm gonna—" your thighs start quivering and close around his head as he picks up his pace. Breathless you gasp and tilt you head back loudly moaning his name as you tip over the edge reaching your first orgasm. Helping you through it he leans back on his knees now slowly pumping his fingers in and out.

Getting overstimulated you lazily swatted at his hand whispering "stop...'s too much." Leaning down towards you, he pulls you into a lazy, but deep kiss as you taste yourself on his tongue. Resting your hands on his bare chest you start toying with his nipples. He breaks the kiss to let out a moan and grinds his clothed cock against your clit.

Leaning into your ear he whispers "missed you...sorry I woke you up. Couldn't wait. Needed you so bad." He then hurryingly helps you slip his your shirt off and throws it somewhere. He kisses down your neck to your breasts when he pops a nipple into his mouth as he plays with the other one squeezing and pinching it.

"Mmm me too Feitan...been so lonely without you." You whimper gasping when he bites down. Stopping with his actions he holds your face looking into your eyes noticing the hazy look in them. Feitan couldn't tell if it was sleepiness or lust, maybe both.

"Tired baby?" He asks. Nodding and humming in agreement, you whine and push yourself against his erection ready for him to fuck you back to sleep. Draping your arms across his shoulders you say, "need you to fuck me please."

"Easy. just relax for me baby. I got you." He quickly takes his pants off and switches your positions till you're both laying on your sides with him behind you. He raises your leg and drapes it back on his. Grabbing his dick Feitan gives himself a few pumps before he leads his leaking slightly red tip against your hole. Slowly, he pushes through and you both sigh out. "You're so tight baby fuck" he says through gritted teeth. The stretch is so delicious it has your eyes rolling back when he finally fills you up to the hilt.

"Mmm fuck baby I need you to move please" you moan out and he grants your wishes. At first, he starts off strong but slow almost pulling out completely before pushing back in with one motion. "oh fuck faster fuck me faster baby please!" Screaming you fuck yourself back into him as he moves faster. The sound coming from where you two are connected filled the room with a fwap fwap fwap sound. It was absolutely sinful the way he was fucking you as he hits all the spots that has you seeing stars. "Fei I'm I'm—"

Feitan knows your close with the way you're squeezing his cock like a fucking vice. "I know baby fuck...cum for me cum all over my cock" he hisses out. Your legs start shaking and your toes curl as your climax approaches you so quick and sudden you're seeing white. Feitan is right behind as he stills inside and pumps you full of his cum. Coming down from his high Feitan notices your deep breathes signaling that you're asleep. Chuckling, he kisses your cheek, wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer, closing his eyes, and falling into dream land as he leaves himself inside you.

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Spiders and Spirits

Chapter 1

Pairing: Chrollo x Fem OC Tags: Fluff, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Light Angst Chapter Wordcount: 6,092

Aamu journeys to the Continent of Yorbia to study humans, she runs into none other than Chrollo Lucilfer. Is she the Nen exorcist he's been looking for? Is he the monster she's been raised to believe all humans are? Aamu is determined to unravel the mysteries of humanity, but she quickly learns that'll be no easy feat!

Author's Note: Ahhh hello! This is my first attempt at a fanfic but I've been loving every minute of writing it, I already have the second chapter finished. This first chapter is all context and integrating the main character Aamu into the hxh universe (if any of it sounds familiar it's because I borrowed a lot of it from the League of Legends universe). I hope you enjoy! o7

Tens of thousands of years ago in a time now forgotten by all but books, there were humans on the Dark Continent. They were a small population that chose to live under a World Tree where the roots dug into a mountain range. They were dust in the wind compared to the world around them, with short lives and frail bodies they possessed no inherent abilities unlike the other magical beasts. With minuscule lives the other creatures of the world payed them no mind unless they were looking for a snack. That was until the humans learned of Nen, the ability to harness ones life aura and turn it into a powerful tool. This would allow them to rise up on the food chain, becoming more than they were. But it would also be their downfall. The existence of humanity had not been long enough to know of the Titans and the dangers of living off the World Tree. Titans were ancient beings, if one didn't know any better they'd compare them to gods. Remnants of their existence lay scattered through out the land, the swords they wielded lay stuck in the Earth, towering next to mountains.

One day the Titans, larger than the mountains themselves, came to cut down the world tree that humanity resided under and as for what reason nobody could know or understand. Death and destruction lay in the Titan's wake for not even the strongest of Nen users stood a chance against them. Humanity knew that losing the protection of the World Tree would mean they'd go extinct, their population was small and even with Nen there were much stronger beasts out there. In a last ditch act of desperation, a group pooled the entirety of their life aura and exchanged their humanity for the power to defeat the Titans and thus the Vastayashai'rei were born into existence. No longer mortals but not quite gods, the Vastayashai'rei were powerful beings that brought down the Titans and saved humanity from extinction. Once all had settled and returned to normal, rather than rule humanity as its saviors the Vastayashai'rei chose to live among the humans. From their intermingling came the Vastaya, new magical creatures born from humans and the enlightened mortals. Each descendant of the Vastayashai'rei went on to form their own tribe of Vastayans as no two were exactly the same. For a time all was well, humanity thrived with it's newfound Nen abilities and an era of peace reigned. Unfortunately, as a condition of exchanging their humanity for the ability to defeat the Titans, the Vastayashai'rei slowly disappeared over the millenia until they became nothing more than a bedtime story. Where they went nobody knows and if they still exist is just as much a mystery.

Over time a rift grew between the Vastaya and the Humans. Their natures differed too greatly to co exist without their enlightened ancestors, where Humans wished to conquer and grow the Vastaya wanted only what they needed to live. War broke out between the two races. The Vastaya had the advantage, their Nen was different from the Human's, they were not only able to harness their own life force but the life force of the natural world around them. They were connected to the natural world in a way that Humans were not. This caused Humanity to lose the war against the Vastayan people. They were banished and sent to far away lands where their greed could be contained.

“... And so the Vastayans went on to populate the World Tree, with each tribe choosing their own part of the tree to inhabit. The tribes of the sky took to the branches far above, the land walkers stayed near the base on the mountain ranges, and Earth tribes dug into the roots of the tree below.”

“And what happened next?” a small Vastayan child, among a gathering of them, was enamored by the story.

“Well now we live peacefully with each other and the world around us. Taking only what we need to survive and giving back what we can.” A clock struck noon, and with that story time in the library came to an end.

“Bye Miss Aamu!” A handful of the small humanoid children with animal features said goodbyes as they dashed away to find something else that would hold their attentions until supper. Vastayans were only half human, the other half of them being from the Vastayashai'rei, which manifested in the form of animalistic qualities. The tribes of the sky took on the forms of anything with wings from birds to butterflies. The land walkers having it in their name take on any creature you'd find traversing the earth's surface. With the Earth tribes you'd see qualities of moles, rats, spiders, and anything else burrowing underground. Their animal characteristics weren't just for show either, which is why each tribe chose the best part of the tree to inhabit for their respective qualities.

“Miss Aamu?” the same child that asked what happened next was inquiring her again. Inching closer to where she was sitting

“Yes Ymir?”

“Were the humans really real?”

“Yes of course! These stories aren't fiction, our ancestors were really humans.” Ymir's fluffy ears perked up telling she had another question, she was a chatty one. Aamu imagined this is how Ornn, her father, must have felt raising her. An endless stream of questions to every piece of information given.

“Are they still alive?” Ymir was practically crawling onto her lap now.

“Well unfortunately they may have gone extinct by now. After the tribes came together to banish them, that was the last we ever knew of their existence.” She could tell another question was already en route, “Now run along, I have important studies to return to you can ask more questions at tomorrow's reading.” Ymir slumped off her lap and ran off the way the other children had gone.

Aamu spent most of her day in the Royal Library, she was a scholar, intelligent with a never ending desire for knowledge. The stories she read of extinct races, ancient wars, and the history of the world kept her entertained from dawn to dusk. She triple checked the research papers of other scholarly Vastayans, and on rare occasions even traveled to the other tribes in search of more to learn. The last trive she ventured out to was in the uppermost branches of the World Tree. There were tunnels and stair cases carved from the tree's trunk that allowed most to travel between tribes, although few ever did. She had met with the Strig tribe, a lovely group of humanoid butterfly people. They danced and floated in the air in a way that mimicked flower petals, using their wings that shimmered in the sunlight.

There wasn't a book she hadn't at least skimmed through in that library. To her the castle, Ixtal, was home. Having been carved from the World Tree trunk by the humans, it was a gorgeous palace; the entrance was a wide open court yard embedded into the trunk, with decorative flowers hand carved into every pillar. The floors were lined with stone that fit together to form a large star in the center. From there vast hallways split off into different parts of the castle, one went to the library which was open to the public. Everything from floor to ceiling was decorated with a healthy amount of flora and fauna whether it be imprinted as a design or growing directly on it. The library contained most of the information that the land walker tribes had in their possession. Floor after floor of row after row of books, you could find anything you wanted to know in there. This is where Aamu had learned of humans and how Vastayans were descendants of them. Apart from the library there were upper and lower levels of the castle. The upper levels were where Aamu and Avarosa the Seer stayed, the lower levels were for Ornn the Forgemaster. Together the two of them ruled over the land walker tribes, the sky and earth tribes had their own respective leaders.

The leaders of tribes were more closely related to their Vastayashai'rei ancestors. They were stronger, lived longer, and had much less human in their blood lines. Aamu was by no means a leader of any sort, she didn't have more Vastayashai'rei blood than the average Vastayan. Some days she felt like she had more human blood in her than anything else. She had always had trouble getting along with the other kids growing up, that's why she chose to bury herself in her books.

“My child, Aamu...” She woke, a bit startled but awake. “it is late, you should return to your room.” She had fallen asleep in the library face down in a book. Again. The library was dark and quiet, a small gathering of fireflies had found their way in from the open courtyard. Aamu often felt more at peace here at night in the library than her own room.

“Ah Mother, I'm sorry it won't happen again” She gathered her things, a notebook, books, pencils, her glasses, and started for the hallway.

“Is something wrong Aamu?” She really couldn't hide anything from her, she had earned her title of Seer rightfully so. She turned around to face the leader. Avarosa was a sight to behold, she stood twice as tall as any other Vastayan. A long slender form covered in neatly groomed white fur that glittered as if it were covered in star dust, she looked much like a white doe. She was always wearing the same floor length dress that trailed behind her, nothing short of what a Queen would wear. It was white with small pale pastel accents and even smaller moonstone gems sown into the silky fabric. She wore a a veil at all times, it was made of the same white silky fabric. Atop her head was a crown of antlers just as pale and iridescent as her fur. Grand wouldn't even begin to explain her crown of antlers, no words could truly describe her beauty for that matter.

“Mother I'm not like you and father.” she paused as she tried to gather what she wanted to say, “I know I'm not your true heir, but I do wish to live up to your legacy, your name, you've raised me as your own and I want to be great like you one day. Father is unrivaled in his craftsmanship, you are capable of looking into the future, and I-” she paused once more trying to find the words again. “I sit around and read books all day, dreaming of being worth something to the world.”

“Oh my dear child come here,” Avarosa pulled her from the doorway and into her arms. Aamu couldn't help but tear up. “You are right, you aren't born from Ornn and I, but that doesn't mean you aren't capable of incredible things. Look to your books, the scholars who came before you, they will guide you. If you want to change the world do it in your own way. Don't despise what you love because you think it can't be worth something to the world.” Even her voice was queenly, it was soft and easy to listen to. No matter what room she was in, whatever she said echoed ever so slightly. Aamu sat quietly in the embrace for a moment, letting the words of comfort wash over her worries.

“Thank you mother, goodnight I love you.” Aamu pulled away and left for her room.

“I love you too, my little one.”

She had been turning her mothers words over and over again in her head. Avarosa always had a rather vague way of speaking, but it was comforting nonetheless.

---

“Care for some company?” that was an all too familiar voice.

“Why not.” she replied indifferently.

“You've been sulking around for a couple days now. Is everything alright?” If anybody were to notice her sulking of course it would be Wukong.

“I've been trying to figure out how I'm going to be great.”

“How you're going to be great?” He had a high pitched nasally voice, more than likely because of his squished monkey nose. He was quite literally a monkey. Covered head to toe in brown fur, round ears, and a prehensile tail. This of course wasn't anything of a disadvantage for him, he was a skilled fighter. A naturally nimble build and incredibly dangerous when he was using his Nen. Wukong came from the Shimon tribe, a curious group of monkey-faced people who perferred to live in the forest surrounding the World Tree. Known for their love of fruit and mischief, he and Aamu quickly became friends after she had been taken in by the leaders. Where one fibbed the other followed closely behind. A notorious duo that wreaked havoc on whatever poor adults had been left in charge of them.

“Exactly. Avarosa and Ornn both have titles, even you are a prodigy fighter I'm sure one day they'll call you something cool. Like the Monkey King.” Aamu stifled a laugh knowing that was the lamest title she could have possibly come up with and it made him giggle.

“I would be the best Monkey King in all the land!” He jumped up on the table they were sitting at, back flipping into the air and landing on one hand with grace. The bit of armor he was wearing clanged together.

“Quiet down won't you, we're in the library!” She scolded him knowing full well he was going to react the way he did tothe 'Monkey King' title.

“Oh my apologies you're highness.” He put on a posh accent, threw his red scarf back over his shoulder and bowed as he got off the table. They sat in silence for a moment, Aamu's focus had been stolen by a small spirit making its way across the table. They were tiny little things no bigger than half a foot tall that only Aamu could see. They were all white with little blue spirals on their bellies, although they did vary slightly in size and shape.

“You're capable of such fine tuned Nen control that you can slip past even the best of our guards. And all I can do is talk to little spirits nobody else can see.”

“It's cause' you're not a fighter Aamu.”

“But what if I could be then I could do something important, something worthwhile!” She knew it was wishful thinking, she had been considerably more brain than brawn her whole life. It was in her nature as a Vastayan, she was born delicate. With soft skin covered by patches of even softer thin fur, she had paws instead of feet and the legs of a rabbit. She was built to run away from danger, not fight it. Her two large ginger colored rabbit ears had aided her in mischief as a child, as she was capable of hearing the guards walking down the halls before they were of any real concern. But that was as much 'danger' as she had ever really gotten herself into.

“Avarosa isn't a fighter, and of all the leaders she's probably the weakest in Nen strength. But she makes up for it with her Nen being an incredible tool. You should look at your nen as a tool, not a weapon. I'm an enhancer of course I'm going to be a strong fighter.” Wukong made a good point, Aamu was a manipulator. When she learned of her Nen class she had been rather excited and knew immediately what she wanted to do with it. She developed her ability to control the little spirits around her, sometimes they'd even talk to her in just barely audible whispers. When she chose to make the spirits apart of her ability she hadn't really thought about how useful it would be. In all honesty it had never really been that useful at all, the spirits were small and meek. She knew they were made of life aura, being able to see them wasn't apart of her Nen ability but rather something she was born with as a Vastayan. She wasn't entirely sure what the spirits were, whether they were residuals of life aura that were left behind in death or perhaps they existed in the spirit realm unaffected by the material world. For whatever reason, unless she was manipulating them with Nen, she was the only one who could see them. This made it hard to talk about their existence, and to avoid being labeled a crazy person she would tell people she could conjure them. Aamu had tried manipulating the little white wisps in many different ways, she couldn't combine them to make a bigger one but she could manipulate their shape and to a degree their size. The quantity she could control at the same time depended on the amount of Nen she could use. She often recalled a fond memory of flooding Wukong's room with the tiny things, watching as they latched on to his feet making it a struggle to get to the door. Without Aamu's Nen being used on them they had the consistency of fog, but when she pulled them into the physical world they had the consistency of something goopy that solidified when force was applied. If too much force was applied then they would turn back into mist and they'd disappear from both the spirit realm and the material world.

“You like your books so much why don't you try studying something?” Wukong continued as she had been lost in thought again. He could tell she was thinking hard, all he got for a reply was a hum.

“What if I proved humans still existed?”

“I'm sorry what-”

“What if I went to the lands where they had been banished and proved they still existed?”

“Aamu that sounds like a terrible idea,” but he knew it was too late, he saw the spark in her eye and there was no stopping her now.

“And even if they've gone extinct surely they left behind ruins or records. I could find them and study them!” She was ecstatic, “Oh I hope they aren't extinct what if I got to bring one back home and-”

“Wait wait wait! Bring one home? Here? Where they were banished from? Aamu this is absurd.”

“But Wu, what if they've changed. What if they aren't the savage beasts that we depict them as in our history books?” Her heart was ablaze at the prospect of new information.

“Hold on for just a minute! First of all, I wouldn't go placing your bets on a savage beast not being a savage beast. I'm just saying whether our history is accurate or not, there's a reason they were banished. Forever.” He continued on but Aamu didn't hear any of it, she was already working on a plan in her head.

---

“Ornn,” Avarosa's voice rang through the forge with the sound of metal working, “I saw it last night, it is time.”

“It's too soon.” His voice wasn't just deep, it was nearly a growl that just barely escaped his lungs.

“I warned you this day would come and now it is upon us. We can't hold her back.” The only reply Avarosa received was the sound of a hammer continuing its battery of the metal that lay before it.

“Ornn, she is going to leave with or without your approval.”

“I am aware.”

“My love, let us send her out in goodwill. She wishes to find meaning in her life through her studies-”

“I should've never given her those books. They would've been more useful as embers.” Ornn felt guilt for having fed into his daughters craving for knowledge so much. If he had known those books would be the reason she left home, he would've burned the whole library down. But it was too late now.

“We can not keep her safe, but we can prepare her. Give her something to take on her journey, something that will aid her.” Avarosa stepped closer to the forgemaster placing a slender hand gently on his shoulder, the inferno had died down. It was as if the he was connected to the forge itself, the fire within him fueled it. Ornn gave no reply, but after a moment of silence the inferno began to blaze again. She had gotten through to him, now it was time to leave him to his craft.

---

“Mother!” Aamu went bounding down the hall to her mothers room. “Mother I've figured it out!” She burst into the room nearly bouncing off the walls with joy.

“Yes my dearest?” She was sitting on her bed, the room was spacious as she was twice the height of the tallest Vastayans.

“I'm going to study humans! The last we ever knew of them was when they were banished ages ago, nobody has ever kept any record of them since, that would mean I would be the first!” She was smiling ear to ear, a complete flip from the sulky mood she'd been in for the past several days. Avarosa loved seeing the fire in her, she wanted nothing more than to fan the flames.

“That's a wonderful idea, however I'm sure you must know it is terribly dangerous.” As much as she loved to see her daughter full of life, she knew this journey would more than likely be the reason she never saw her again. Her future telling had limits as any Nen ability does. She could only see the future of somebody if they were standing right in front of her, and it wasn't just one future. She saw an endless spectrum of possibilities. Each a little different from the last, some more likely than others.

“Well yes if they haven't gone extinct then it would be dangerous, but maybe-” she had no idea what she was trying to say, of course it would be dangerous. Even if she never made any contact with a human, she would be traveling alone to unknown lands with a worlds worth of sea between her and home.

“Maybe that's what you're looking for,” Avarosa had seen so many futures for her daughter, in every one where she stayed safe and protected in the castle, she was unhappy. “My little one I've known this day would come for years. If this is what you wish then I will aid you in your journey.”

“Thank you, mother” Aamu was tearing up again, “I have to go tell father.”

She knew her father wouldn't be as accepting of the idea of her leaving the castle as her mother had been. He wasn't known for being an open minded individual, he was a strong Vastayan rooted in his ways. She made her way down to the lower levels of the castle where the forge was. The wood became charred the lower she went and before long she stood before two towering iron doors. They were hot to the touch, the inferno in there could only be withstood by one person, Ornn himself. This is where he worked tirelessly, on anything from the powerful tools that boosted ones Nen to the most finely cut precious gems. He was capable of producing indestructible weapons with delicate craftsmanship, there was nothing he couldn't do with a hammer. She knocked on the door, it was about as loud as dropping a couple rocks on the ground. But she heard the metal working from within cease and after a few more moments the doors opened. She nervously hopped inside. She wasn't fearful of her father, he was a gentle man with a kind heart but even after being cooled the heat of his forge was intimidating.

“So father,” she paused asking herself how she was going to even being this conversation. Deciding that beating around the bush would do nothing. “I going to go study humans.”

There was a long pause as he looked up from his workbench where he was tanning leather. He was just as tall as Avarosa, but more than tripled her size in muscle. He was covered in sections of thick black fur, and the skin that wasn't covered was just as dark. He looked as though he himself were an ember in a forge responsible for hellfire. A large black bushy beard adorned his face with equally bushy eyebrows. The only hint that he could see through it all was the firey red glow from his eyes. Atop his head were a set of large black horns, they spiraled out to the sides like that of an overgrown ram. The tip of each horn was crackled with a firey red glow the same as his eyes. Ornn the Forgemaster was truly an intimidating sight to see. The stark contrast between Avarosa and Ornn's appearances made her wonder what the leaders of the other tribes looked like.

“Why is that.” His gruff voice had finally broke the silence.

“Well I want to do something great, something that will change the world,” she waited for a response but knew he was waiting for more of an explanation. “and I'm tired of sitting in these walls and reading books all day.”

“So you want an adventure.” He kept his replies short, he never was one for talking much.

“I want more from life father,” she began to lose her composure. “I see everybody around me doing incredible things and I know it's dangerous but I want to do something too! I can't just live my life complacently with knowing I never tried.”

The only reply she received was a low grumble as he went to continue his work. She knew the conversation was over. Quite frankly it had gone better than she expected, there wasn't an outright no just grumbles of disapporval.

---

“Aamu stop-” Wukong chased after her up the stairs to Ixtal's entrance, “Would you please just listen-” She would not. It had been a week since she told her father she wanted to journey to the human lands. Unknowingly fulfilling Avarosa's prophecy, she decided she was going to leave with or without his permission. Wukong had spent the past week tailing her, desperately trying to convince her this would only end horribly.

“Humans are foul beasts they'll skin you alive for your pelt! They'll hunt you down and eat the meat raw from your bones!” He continued his desperate attempts of dissuading her.

“You don't know that. Nobody knows anything about them.” Aamu only felt more steeled in her convictions. She could prove that humans weren't what the history books portrayed them as. After all Vastayans were partially human, surely they wouldn't be horrible savage beasts with nothing but greed and hate in their hearts. The two reached the top of the stairs and immediately noticed the courtyard was devoid of all life, except for Ornn standing in the center of it.

“Uh- I'm gonna let you uh- handle this.” Wukong disappeared in an instant. Ornn rarely left his forge, and when he did it was for an important reason. To see him standing idly in the middle of the courtyard was enough to intimidate even Aamu. Was he going to stop her? If anybody could it would be him. She tried to calm her nerves as she skittishly walked over to greet her him. Before she could get a word out he kneeled down, still towering over her, he held his hand out and opened it. It looked like he was holding a child's toy in his massive calloused hands. It was a thin wand made of pale wood with silver plating along its handle. It came to a fine tipped point and on the other end a beauitful ultramarine gemstone was embedded into the silver surrounding it. A Tear of the Goddess gemstone. These were incredibly rare gems, known to be protective talismans, it was believed that any who possessed one would be blessed with good fortune for as long as they had it. Along the silver handle was an inscription Aamu recognized to be Divine Script. It was a type of inscription that would boost a user's Nen ability considerably. There were a handful of people in the entire world that were capable of producing it as it required an unimaginable amount of Nen and precise attention to detail.

“You are my daughter. I'd give anything to protect you from the horrors of this world. This will help you in your studies. You won't be invincible, but should danger show this will help you escape.” Aamu was at a loss for words, and after a moment of silence took the wand from her father's hand.

“Thank you father, I-” She didn't know what to say, or if there even was anything to say.

“Promise me you'll come home one day.”

“I promise.” She jumped up to hug him, tears forming in her eyes.

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She began to prepare for her journey and in less than a week she was ready to go. Aamu wanted to strike while the iron was hot, fearing that Wukong's tales of what humans were capable of would waver her confidence. Of all the survival guides she had read, traveling light seemed to be the best option. Being weighed down by unnecessary things could be a death sentence. Regardless of what the books said she would be unable to bring much with her save for the wand, her book, and the clothes on her back. All she had left to do was say her goodbyes. Making her way down the halls, she meandered through the castle. It would be a long while before she ever saw this place again. Upon reaching the courtyard her best friend sat cross legged waiting for her.

“So you're really leaving.” Wukong had never sounded this defeated before, Aamu wondered if he had ever failed to do anything. Maybe being unable to convince her not to go was the first time he was incapable of doing something.

“Don't be so sullen, you know I do plan on coming back. No point in my studies if I never come back to share what I've learned.”

“Aamu promise me you'll stay away from anything dangerous.” Wukong wasn't concerned on whether she had plans to come home or not, he was worried she would die out there. He knew she wasn't a fighter, in his eyes she was fragile and delicate like a flower in spring. There had been several times in their child hood he fought off anything looking to cause harm to her. A snake in the grass, a bully on the playground, even another mythical beast after they ventured a bit too far from the World Tree.

“I promise Wu, I'll stay safe out there,” she grabbed the wand that was tied to her hip. “Look at what father made for me! It has a Tear of the Goddess and Divine Script on it.” It was truly a testament to Ornn's craftsmanship, and it only took him a week to produce.

“Aamu I-” he paused, he knew what he wanted to say but was unsure if it was the right words, “If you don't come home, I'm gonna come find you.” This made her giggle, and a weight set in on his heart. Would this be the last time he heard that sound?

Aamu was in her room rereading as many wilderness survival guides as she could. There was one book in the entire library that had information about the nature of humans. Although the accuracy of said information was questionable, it was at least a start. It said that humans were fond of gifts, especially gifts of food or anything shiny. They were social creatures that lived in packs and relied heavily on hierarchy to maintain peace among themselves. Much like Vastayans strong humans lead the weaker ones, however the stronger humans were much more likely to be aggressive. She had quickly realized that there would be a language barrier, there was no record of any language the humans spoke. All Aamu could find was that they were capable of speaking many different languages. She decided the first step in her study would be to learn their language through observation. Not wanting to place her hope in a human wanting to teach her the language. A small knock on her doorway pulled her from her thoughts.

“My little one, the Waystone is ready,” The Waystone was how Aamu was going to be getting to the human lands, and the reason why she couldn't bring much. It was incredibly difficult to even send one person through, and the more she carried with her the more likely the Waystone would fail. They were originally built by humans to travel far distances quickly and safely. They were also what the Vastayans used to banish them. A select few warriors were sent through the Waystones to destroy the ones that would bring anybody back to Ixtal. Now all but one remained, it was used on special occasions when a Vastayan would commit a crime so vile, they would be banished to join their savage counter parts. It didn't happen often, but it wasn't unheard of in a lifetime.

Aamu gathered her things, really it was just the book and the wand. She was dressed in her best survival gear. It unfortunately wasn't much of survival gear at all, she had never been a fighter or a survivalist. But in the short amount of time she prepared, she was able to find leather guards that covered her ankles to her thighs. A thicker white fur coat, with a white sleeveless wool knit turtleneck underneath. The leather guards came to about her mid thigh, so she opted for a pair of pale blue shorts woven from a breathable fabric. She wasn't sure if the Waystone would drop her in a hot or cold climate so she needed to be dressed for both of them. She knew she would stick out like a sore thumb near humans, she needed a way to hide her rabbit features. She had long ginger colored ears, a puff ball tail the same color, and rabbit feet. Throwing a brown floor length hooded robe over her head, it wasn't perfect it would make due. Making her way to the door where her mother stood, she grabbed her glasses and walked out.

The Waystone resided in Ornn's forge, it had taken him a full day of work to get it running again. The technology was lost with the humans, but he knew how to operate it. On the floor was a stone circle with gems embedded into the outer ring. Three stone pillars came up to meet in the center of the circle creating an archway. Where the pillars met a large gem covered in Divine Script sat on top of it. Only somebody with an immense amount of life aura could activate the device, as the gems had to be overflowing with imbued Nen. Aamu stepped into the center of the stone circle and turned to face her parents. This was the last time she would see them, hopefully not forever.

“Aamu, take this with you,” Avarosa held out a ring, it was a polished silver band set with a shimmery opal surrounded by smaller white diamonds. It was stunning and looked priceless to say the least. “Humans take nicely to shiny gifts, save this one for a special human.”

“Thank you mother,” She looked to her parents, she could feel the tears beginning to swell. “I love you, both of you. I promise I'll come back one day.” She looked to her father who was waiting for her to give him the word to send her off. She nodded at him with tears streaming down her plump cheeks. With that the gems in the Waystone began to glow one by one as Nen flowed through them. The last thing she heard was her parents wishing her safe travels as a flash of blinding light filled her vision. By the time the two leaders eyes had readjusted, their daughter was long gone. Avarosa stood unwavering, staring at the now empty Waystone. A deep breath followed by a tear streaking her high cheek bone. Ornn turned to his workbench, and with the stature of a man carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, he picked up his hammer to continue his work.

Chrollo. I just really like this frame in the manga, so I decided to draw this emotion, too

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Top 10 Most Dangerous Villainous Organizations in Anime: INPO

10. Red Ribbon Army - Dragon Ball

9. Millennium - Hellsing

8. Akatsuki - Naruto

7. Espada - Bleach

6. Phantom Troupe - Hunter x Hunter

5. Military Police - Attack on Titan

4. Band of Seven - Inuyasha

3. Noah’s Arc Circus - Black Butler

2. Red Dragon Syndicate - Cowboy Bebop

1. League of Villains - My Hero Academia

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Hisoka: The Villain Who Surpasses Expectations

I recall going on a tangent about Hisoka's magical abilities before Togashi revealed nen to the audience, and I went on a bit of a rant about how he had me in a choke hold back when I was ten years old, and I'd like to continue that rant.

Hisoka is that villain who can never be outdone when it comes to creativity.

The first thing that got me was his appearance. I remember seeing him in the opening, where he wears an outfit that he's never seen wearing in any of the episodes (not important, but eh). I remember thinking that he looked like a Jester, mainly because of Harley Quinn. Hisoka never really struck me as a clown, and I remember getting triggered every time a fanfic referred to him as a clown.

I was used to villains who wanted to take over the world for whatever reason, or sympathetic ones who had a rough background or were doing evil things for someone they loved. Or villains who were evil because their job required it, like assassins and hit men. And then there were villains like Joker, who are evil just because. Hisoka was none of that. We are not given any motive for why he's the way he is until much later. When I was ten the pedo stuff flew over my head, and I was still pretty new to sex education. I thought to myself "Pretty weird that fighting is like sex for you, but whatever tickles your fancy." And it's not even in an "Ah, finally a worthy opponent" kind of way.

I remember being so entranced by him because he was so unusual. As a ten year old I interpreted things differently. In the clearing (during the 1st exam) I don't think he would've attacked anyone, but he was provoked into doing so. Kurapika and Leorio run off, so he calms down for a moment, but saw that Leorio wanted the smoke, so he delivered. When he was strangling Gon and stopped, I legit believed he thought to himself "Woah, I was about to kill a kid." I believed he had limits. (Later on with the Alluka thing I see that's not the case)

Hisoka is pure evil, but he isn't some Michael Myers. He has personality and doesn't kill everyone he comes across. When he warned Illumi I thought he was being protective of Gon, but expressed it the only way he was capable of. I was hoping for a future friendship between him and Gon, or at least Hisoka being a somewhat mentor figure of some kind.

There's also Heaven's Arena. He told Gon and Killua to go back downstairs. Instead of seeing it like "Get stronger first so that I can have more fun." I saw it as "It's dangerous for you here, don't come back until you're ready."

I remember seeing the spider tattoo in the bathroom scene, and I was surprised for a moment. Even with the him vs Chrollo situation, if you take that out of the equation, what's in it for him to be a part of the Phantom Troupe? I remember thinking "He's in a gang?" Hisoka didn't fit with the troupe, and I was curious as to how he met them, and why they accepted him. Hisoka didn't/doesn't seem to be the thief type. Once more, he didn't get along with most of the troupe, and they even seemed to avoid him despite being quite close knit. I figured that maybe Hisoka had a similar upbringing to them, which could be why they accepted him, but then there's Kalluto. Kalluto, whose father fought the troupe, and grew up in a beautiful (yet abusive) environment. Kalluto seems well off in comparison, and Illumi comes off as put together despite what he went through. So with the Phantom Troupe it's not about sympathy or trauma bonding. And no, I don't think Kikyo coming from Meteor city has anything to do with it. The only spider Hisoka arguably gets along with is Machi, but she merely tolerates him.

Hisoka worked better in a group setting with Gon and Killua, even though he is an open enemy to them. They were willingly welcome towards him, with Gon even offering him to accompany them. Even though Hisoka gave him the creeps by staring at their arse, Gon still seems to enjoy Hisoka's company (Somewhat???).

There's also that Dodge Ball scene.

Hisoka did that just because that wasn't how Gon wanted to win. He didn't need to do that, but he did. That's pretty damn interesting, and dare I say it, heroic and honourable. There is the potential that Hisoka started getting a soft spot for Gon.

Speaking of the Dodge Ball game, it was interesting seeing Hisoka suffer for once. It felt very out of character, especially since he always comes out on top. But this time the opponent was incredibly stronger, and less familiar. But of course, Hisoka is quick thinking, with one last trick up his sleeve.

When Illumi informs Hisoka about the Chimera ants fiasco and Gon being on his deathbed, Hisoka genuinely appears shocked and a bit fearful. The kind where you hear about something bad happening to a close friend. "What? (Insert name here) has (insert life threatening disease)?". He even put his life on the line to alert Killua of him and Illumi's whereabouts.

Hisoka is a villain that isn't just entertaining, he goes against the expectations of what a villain is presented to be, especially against shonen expectations. He doesn't have a tragic backstory, nor does he need one. While he isn't the main villain, he is very impact-ful to the story, and not just for the main character. Sometimes he can be a hero, despite having his own self-serving agenda behind it.