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Hidan X Reader Hidan’s P.O.V This is getting stupid why am I stuck with this dude? All he cares about is the fucking money and not about Jashin I thought to myself as I saw Kakuzu pick a piece of paper from a board in a small tea shop in the middle of nowhere ¨What the fucking hell are you doing Kakuzu?¨ I asked irritated of course, ¨I'm looking for someone that will give me a lot of money¨ he said walking away from the tea shop, I followed behind him ¨And who did you pick?¨ I asked again and he didn’t answer so I just ignored him and followed him to Jashin knows where. Readers P.O.V I was sitting by a

Hidan X Bishie! Reader 2 "This isnt my home, It never will be, so save your breath old man!" You sneered, slapping his hand away. "I'm not old! MY hair is just silver, not gray!" He yelled back. "Whatever helps ya sleep at night... Gramps." You smirked at his fuming anger.BOOM!!! "AHHH!" You bolted under the coffee table as the lights went out. "A storm? Great, that will save us at least 100 yen on the electric bill." Kakuzu estimated. "Perfect I have night vision, so if I keep a low profile I can get out of here. Bitches wont even know." You happily thought as you slowly started crawling to the end of the coffee table. "(Y/n)~" Hidan Cooed

Hidan X Bishie! Reader "You'll make a nice sacrifice, wont ya'?" The silver haired man laughed as he pulled out a retractable spike from the inside of his black cloak with red cloud symbol. He looks so fimiliar.    He was standing infront of your potential mate. His name was Claude. He is a lion neko, and a gorgeous one at that. He is tall to say the least, roughly 8 feet. He has rich chocolate brown skin, and muscular. A few scars here and there; but they made him who he is. He has short, slightly shaggy pure white hair that covers one eye. He has a pair of ears like yours, and a tail, not like yours. You have a wolfs tail, he a

Hating the fact that I love you “I hate YOU!” “Feelings mutual, b*tch!” “To h*ll with you!” “I’ll see you there!” (Name) shook with anger, face red. (Name) absolutely HATED Hidan. (Name) didn’t care if he was her brother’s friend she wished he would go die in a hole. “D*mn all!” (Name) shouted at him and ran out of the room mumbling to herself climbing the stairs to her room. “Really Hidan? (Name) already hates you, why do you have to escalate it hmm?” Your brother Deidara asked indignantly. “Ugh, I don’t know!” Hidan threw hims

Part One: Slave of Mind You arrived back to your father’s moderate, well small, villa on the edges of the Roman countryside without looking back over your shoulder. You could feel the eyes of the newest member of your group, oh those handsome green eyes, staring right at your bared back and it made your spine tingle. Part of you longed to turn around and be in his strong arms again, to stroke at the head where there must have once been such beautiful blonde hair… but the man scared you. The thoughts scared you…. An ideal woman of Rome was one who did not want for anything but an adequate marriage with a good stationed ma

  “Hey ______!” One of your female coworkers flagged you down on the way to the front desk. She was nice to be around, but loved to gossip. “What’s up?” “Have you seen the customer at the door? He’s totally hot!”          Seeing your confused look, she tugged on your sleeve and pointed (So rude!) As your (e/c) eyes met his, you couldn’t help but blush lightly. Oh my gosh… --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------    A man with tan skin stood outside the glass doo

You walked through door number 7 and stepped strait onto a cobblestone road. You looked around and saw bistros filled with chattering people and Vespa’s whizzing by, from what you could tell by the Italian flags everywhere, you were somewhere in Italy. You stepped closer to a less crowded restaurant and walked inside to ask where you were when you were taken by the arm. You turned around to see a heavy set Italian man handing you an apron and a pad for orders, unable to say anything but “W-What” You were thrown into the empty restaurant toward a table filled with men in suits smoking like chimneys. You stiffly walked ov