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[ON HOLD] Meteor City. A wasteland filled with nothing but junk, broken items, and broken people. A city riddled with undocumented people who no one cared to pay any mind to. People who fought only to help themselves survive. It was a eat or be eaten world. Completely different from any other city you'll stumble upon. You were left there as a baby. Left to fend for yourself, bound to end up dead. If you hadn't gotten the help your feeble self needed, you would have died. Luckily, there were at least a few people in that god forsaken city that were kind enough to raise you with the very little materials they had. You were content. Barely alive, and barely strong enough to fend for yourself, but content. Happy with your journey so far. Until he found you, that is. Chrollo Lucilfer. Leader of the Phantom Troupe. A dangerous, mischievous man who saw potential in you despite your feeble form and pathetic attempts at guarding yourself. Maybe it was pity. Or maybe he actually hoped to watch you grow and rise the ranks. To raise you to be just as ruthless and malicious as him. Either way, he took you in with a warm smile, and open arms. Naturally, the rest of the troupe greeted you with the same warmth. Some more than others. (Y/N) Lucilfer. Enjoy your journey. (HXH X FEM/GN!READER FIC) ⚠️ WARNINGS: -Violence -Described gore -Death -etc. STARTED: 8/23/23 ✅ DISCONTINUED: ❌ ENDED: ❔
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