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𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔, 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖔𝖗

𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: you had been by yourself for most of your life. the idea of meeting a stranger who could change that for you only seemed like something that would happen in a romantic film, not in real life. you were pleasantly surprised at how real this could very well be.

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: chrollo x reader, yandere, implied kidnapping, brief nsfw, mentions of violence. all of this is below the cut.

You had become accustomed to living alone, having grown up under the care (or rather lack thereof) of your grandmother. Life with her was typical, albeit bland, since she hadn’t provided much more for you aside from the bare necessities; any type of relationship nonexistent. You moved out as soon as you turned 18, wanting to experience what else life could offer you outside of a place where every day began to feel the same, and ultimately blur together. Years had passed since then, you were able to find a job that was stable (keyword stable, not so enjoyable, due to it being a dreaded retail job), but you had not bothered to meet any new friends outside of casual coworkers, nor had you ventured into the dating world just yet, as you had grown used to disappointment with the boys you had met in your teens. Perhaps it was from your grandmother’s indirect neglect in your developmental years that made the idea of seeking out new relationships of any kind seem of no use to you. However, shifts at your usually drab retail job now felt worth attending, you suddenly looked forward to helping other people with their woes at your customer service desk. Something you regularly hated; now a joy, all because of someone in your life who had given you a new outlook.

Your usual workday consisted of getting to work at 7:30am following a brief routine, packing away your personal belongings in your designated locker, and walking out to tend to the front desk of your supercentre. The place was a bit dead right now, New Years having just passed; the store now entering its “ghost months” since there was no urgent holiday coming up for everyone to buy items in bulk for. Contrary to the popular belief that these ghost months would be a relaxing time for you since the store was simply less busy, that was not true. If you had received a cent for the amount of customers who would come in and try to refund holiday decor that they pretended they hadn’t used (meanwhile you understood they were just being cheap, but couldn’t exactly say that to them) and was defective (how would they know this if they claimed not to have used it?), you could probably retire early. There was one day in particular where the amount of customers coming in to angrily try and refund a Christmas tree or New Years airhorns was absurd; your patience waning as your shift progressed. You began to expect that every customer walking over to you was about to tell you the same tale, to unload the same item onto your desk. It wasn’t until a few hours before the end of your shift that the masses began to die down and you finally felt like you could breathe again; that perhaps the last disgruntled man who exited the premises with tinsel banners falling out of his arms was actually the last of them. You had taken a moment to compose yourself and looked down to your phone, idly swiping up and down to see if you’d gotten any notifications in that time, hoping something would show up to distract the growing rage in your mind; when the sound of a customer clearing their throat brought you out of your phone-induced stupor.

You hadn’t known that your first interaction with this customer would not be your last.

He was just so… normal? It was hard to pinpoint the right word. Right off the bat, he was different from most customers; you had gotten so used to the old, frazzled people demanding to speak to a manager before you could offer them any kind of solution; making your shoulders tense up and stay that way. This man, however, simply asked you for directions to somewhere else in the city. He walked up to your desk seemingly out of nowhere, you looked up at him and noted his appeal instantly; trying to not let that distract you from his question. Longer black hair slightly covered a cloth wrapped around his forehead, a black turtleneck hugging his muscular form covered slightly by a black trench coat. He told you that he had wanted to treat his coworkers to a nice dinner, since they were all staying in your city for some work-related purpose, yet he could not locate the restaurant he intended on taking them to. His charismatic speech made what would have otherwise been a quick, short conversation into something that nearly got you in trouble with your managers for “slacking”; not even realizing you’d spent half an hour chatting away with the man. He had initially leaned into the counter and asked for your opinion on the restaurant, his attentiveness to your thoughts about something as trivial as a local diner’s greasy food making your cheeks heat up (even the tone of voice he had when asking; smooth and kind). From there the conversation continued, until that half hour ended with him sheepishly apologizing to your irritated manager and asking you for your phone number, to keep chatting at a more convenient time. Your hand was a bit shaky while you wrote it down for him on a sticky note, even signing it with your name and adding a cheeky little heart in the corner–his charm seemed to have rubbed off on you, giving you the confidence to add the little detail. His fingers brushed against yours as you handed it to him, exchanging smiles, with his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer, before he exited the premises.

With that meeting as your first–despite the captivating aura he possessed–he hadn’t even really set a high standard in your head just yet; perhaps due to you always being disappointed by past men who would seem too good to be true, just like this, but then eventually reveal their true intentions, and how they were directed to your body instead of you. Yet this man seemed to check every box; he was not too good to be true.

Your first date brought you both to a cafe, and you could recall the weather that day being quite dreary.You’d ordered a chai tea to keep yourself warm, the rain that pattered against the window at the side of your booth being easily tuned out by your heart-to-heart with the man who had introduced himself to you as Chrollo.

“Did your work dinner go well?” you asked, fingers clasped around your mug as you brought it to your lips. The heat of the tea warmed your insides, giving you that “warm and fuzzy” feeling, though you were certain that the sensation was coming from a different source.

Chrollo smiled at you. “It was… alright. I should have expected nothing more from a diner, I figured that your description of the place as greasy was meant for the restaurant, not the food.” He then made a minorly disgusted expression as he reminisced, making you giggle, which was followed by his own fond chuckle at your reaction.

“A greasy restaurant? Like what, the workers or something?”

“I guess so… I don’t know. I guess I was just so entranced by you last we spoke that I wasn’t thinking straight” he rubbed his neck bashfully. You couldn’t help but try to hide your face in your hand, cheeks lighting up at his words.

“There’s no need to be such a sweet talker” you chuckled shyly, not missing how his face softened even further at the sight of you becoming so flustered so easily. Something flashed in his eyes then, something you took as mutual infatuation. His hand reached towards the one you had covering your cheek, bringing it down to the table and holding it there briefly. He slowly raised it to his lips, kissing your knuckles while maintaining eye contact. If his words were enough to have you a ruffled mess, his actions caused that tenfold. You were certain that your entire head was fuming red by now, his actions rendering you speechless. He lowered your hand again, brushing his thumb across your knuckles.

“If you find the truth in my words to be sweet talking, I’m delighted to make you feel that way.”

That date led to many more, and after about a month and a half you two had agreed upon exclusivity; a relationship. At first, you hadn’t expected anything this serious to ever come of your whirlwind romance, especially since your first-ever conversation with him implied to you that he was not from your city, and that he was only visiting for a time. As you got to know him further, he explained to you that while it was difficult for him to let you know exactly what he does for work, he and his employees travelled for it all of the time by his call, and he had decided that after meeting you, this city was where he wanted to stay. You were more than happy to let him reside with you in your apartment, and he accepted your offer with utmost gratitude (he still expresses thanks to you to this day). Knowing that it was convenient for him to continue his life and job as normal, while deciding to be with you, made your heart swell with a sort-of pride, you were absolutely enamoured. Nobody had ever made such a grave decision for you before, and that wasn’t his only one. He was utterly devoted to you, being with Chrollo was like being with a prince you could have only ever imagined being present in a fairytale. It made you feel as though holding off on relationships for most of your life was worth it, that divine timing had given you your person right when it was supposed to happen.

There had been one too many dates when he decided to unexpectedly bring you gifts, usually a piece of jewellery that you knew had to be more expensive than what could account for months worth of rent for your apartment. You were still unsure of his exact job by now, but you knew his wage must have been extremely high to be able to afford these things for you. You almost felt guilty for not being able to return the favour with anything of the same calibre, yet he insisted that your love was more than enough–or as he said in particular; more than he deserved. He always pampered you, offering you a massage or running you a bath if you had a particularly rough day at work; though knowing that you’d come home to him and that alluring smile made rougher work days slowly become a thing of the past, your anticipation of seeing your lover again outweighing any anxiety or frustration that your job would try to inflict upon you. He was always attentive to your needs, making food for you that he knew you preferred, and ensuring to correct it (or send it back, depending on the circumstances) if it wasn’t to your liking. He was also attentive to your other needs, giving you whatever you wanted whenever you wanted it, while being respectful of any boundaries you set. He was the closest thing that you could ever compare to perfect. And it was because of his respect for you, that you had never questioned something that has burned itself into your curiosity, you tended to wonder about it all the time; why did he always wear that makeshift bandana around his forehead? you had never seen him without it. Although, plenty of people had one particular fashion staple in most of their outfits, so you’d left your curiosities at that. You couldn’t deny that it looked really good on him anyways.

Your whine was stifled by Chrollo’s lips as he lifted his chest off of yours, resting on his elbows as he pulled his softening cock out of you. He broke the kiss to sit back fully, you instantly missing the warmth of his body and reaching out for him. He chuckled hoarsely, linking his fingers with yours.

“I’ll be back in a minute, okay? I’m just going to get a cloth for you.” You nodded when he squeezed your hand tenderly before feeling his weight leave the bed. It was a bit late into the night, late enough for it to be completely black outside; the only visibility coming from the street lights that illuminated a small area of your bedroom, the silhouette of falling snow making you feel serene. You watched through your eyelashes as Chrollo walked to the bathroom, observing how he leisurely turned on the light, wrapped his black bath robe around himself, and grabbed a small wash cloth. Your eyes drifted closed as your body continued to come down from the high you had just felt, listening to Chrollo turn on the tap, feeling relaxed by the sound of running water. Chrollo wet the material with warm water as he had done for you in the past, and you could hear him sauntering back to you after the tap was turned off and the cloth was wrung out, lightly tapping you on the thigh to get your attention. You had subconsciously closed your legs while waiting for him, now parting them slightly and feeling Chrollo’s cum seep out of you, making a lewd chill run across your body at the sensation. He always knew just how to make love to you; leaving you so pleasantly exhausted right after climaxing that you had to fight to stay awake. Chrollo always let you rest, but he insisted on cleaning and caring for you first so you could fall asleep comfortably. Your eyes squinted open as he wiped you off, watching him as he focused on ensuring your comfort. As your once sweaty body began to dry, and the cold weather started to make itself familiar to you again, goosebumps rose all across your body. This went slightly unnoticed by Chrollo when he stood and turned to dispose of the rag. You shivered and reached out to halt him, hand wrapped loosely around his wrist and catching his attention as he looked back to you curiously.

“Cold” you complained with a quiet tone, voice a bit shaky as another chill rattled your body when you spoke. Chrollo grinned sympathetically at you, leaning forward and placing a kiss on your forehead, the warmth of his lips bringing you comfort. “Let me get you something to wear, then we’ll sleep.”

You relented and released his arm with a nod, arms coming over your chest so you could rub your arms and try to heat up, though Chrollo never kept you waiting for long whenever you needed something. He walked away once again and your eyes had fluttered shut from fatigue while you waited, the idea of sleep beginning to seduce you more and more. You noted Chrollo’s return as you felt him guide your arms above your head, helping you into one of his long sleeved tops (you could tell it was his from the lingering scent of his cologne near the neckline as it went over your nose). Then he slid a pair of boyshort panties up your legs, making sure the waistband hung on a comfortable spot along your hips before squeezing them sweetly and joining you on the bed once again. You let your eyes strain open one last time so you could follow his movements and slot yourself against his side, head on his chest and leg hiked over his torso as he laid on his back against the pillows. He lifted a heavy blanket over top of yourselves, arms coming together around your body to hold you even closer.

“We’ll have to get a new heater for you, love. You’re freezing now, and I thought I had warmed you up quite well” he murmured with a soft chuckle as his hand moved to stroke along your thigh, watching the bumps raise as his chilly fingers trailed along your skin.

“I didn’t even know it was on. Didn’t think it was that bad” you muttered, lips squished against his torso slurring your speech. Chrollo smiled at your response, and one of his hands left you to reach at the night table, your ears perking up to the swish of pages from a book as he brought it to his side. You knew he had planned to read and write for a bit, something you didn’t need to open your eyes to know about since he did it almost every night.

“I’ll write it down here so we don’t forget.” You then heard scribbles of the small pen that he kept like a bookmark inside of the journal. You intended to at least nod in acknowledgement to what he said, but sleep was starting to welcome you with open arms, and you had trouble resisting. Chrollo could tell that you had fallen asleep by the slowness in your breathing, only bringing a hand up to caress your hair to lull you deeper.

Typically, your sleep after sex with Chrollo was solid, and you were a considerably heavy sleeper during, though for some reason tonight was different. Perhaps it was due to the cold winter air, but when you awoke, you didn’t feel as cold anymore, your body seemed to have equalized its temperature from the combination of the blanket and Chrollo’s body heat as you slept. Instead, your attention was caught by a sound; a soft buzzing that rang out every other second from somewhere distant in the bedroom. You slowly opened your eyes, and in your fatigue-induced delirium, had not realized that Chrollo was not against you anymore. More specifically; he was no longer in bed, or the room. This alerted you slightly and you looked around, noticing that nothing in the room seemed out of the ordinary aside from his missing presence. That was until you saw his phone resting on top of his book, which had been placed neatly back onto the night stand. The screen was lit up in the darkness, vibrating as if he were getting a call. It was hard to see what was on the screen from your distance, your eyes still a bit foggy, so you began to inch closer to it. Normally, you would never think about invading someone’s privacy like this; especially Chrollo’s, but him not being around confused and concerned you. Not to mention how odd it was for something like this to wake you up, the phone must have been ringing nonstop for minutes for it to have had this much of an impact on your consciousness.

Hesitantly, you rubbed the remaining sleep away from your eyes before crawling over to Chrollo’s side of the bed, slowly grabbing at his phone just as it stopped vibrating. The trembling completely stopped once the device was in your grasp, making no sense to you, since you hadn’t hit any buttons yet. You blinked a few times, the sudden brightness of the screen in an otherwise pitch black room made your eyes burn for a moment. Once your vision adjusted, you saw the time across the top of Chrollo’s wallpaper (a photo of you from a picnic you’d had weeks prior), it said 3:45–meaning it had been nearly 4 hours since you had fallen asleep. The rest of the phone showed just one, untitled notification that took up the rest of the screen:

Look up.

A chill ran down your spine, the notification filling you with unreasonable dread. Phones usually did not ring at the rate that his was unless it were from a caller instead of a texter, and if this had been a genuine text message; it would have been from a contact, and would not be taking up the entire surface of the phone. This felt fabricated, like it was purposeful and meant to be seen by you specifically. Again, you began to feel a bit unreasonable as you sat there, hunched over with your muscles still, neck craned down to the hand in your lap where the phone screen began to dim from not being touched. How pathetic, feeling so startled, just from an unusual phone notification. In the grand scheme of the situation, this was not as unnerving as being alone right now. After rationalizing the odd appearance of Chrollo’s phone, you instead began thinking about a disappearance that was certainly much more important right now…where was he this late at night?

“You’re usually more compliant than that.”

Chrollo’s voice came out of nowhere and you couldn’t help but jolt in surprise, head turning to the bedroom door which you hadn’t realized was wide open this entire time. Because of the darkness, the entire hallway was merely a shadow; you couldn’t see anything. But you knew that his voice had come from there.

“Chrollo?”

“At least, you tend to comply a lot faster than you did just now. If I hadn’t intervened, would you have looked up at all?”

You knitted your eyebrows in confusion, unable to say anything in response to this. What was he doing? You wanted to ask him exactly that, but his emergence from the darkness caught you off guard. He looked… different.

Despite only being illuminated on one side by the street light outside that shone dimly into your bedroom, you saw that his usually shaggy hair was slicked back and off of his forehead, and he wore an outfit you had never seen before. Shirtless, but his fair skin was somewhat covered by a grand coat that lined his neck with fur and ran down to his ankles. He had pants on that could have matched the dark colour of his coat, but you couldn’t see the tone that well in the shade of the room. Though, what was most notable of this sudden appearance change, was the lack of cloth around his head.

You suddenly felt much more awake, eyes shooting up to his forehead and spotting a tattoo that resembled a type-of cross in the centre of it. Your distance from him in the dimness made it hard to fully see in detail, but something about what you could see made you think that this tattoo was heavily symbolic for him. Why else would he have hid it from the public for so long, even hiding it from you this far into your relationship? Your relationship with Chrollo was most stably built upon respect, yet you were unable to stop yourself from immediately asking him exactly what you had been thinking, tone coming out a lot sharper than you had intended:

“Why would you hide that from me for so long?” You had instantly regretted it. He had not reacted right away, nor did he say anything for a moment. Assuming this was because of your suddenness–asking something that truthfully was not your place to ask, especially in that tone–you took your bottom lip between your teeth and gnawed on it nervously; not wanting to say anything else just yet so as to not worsen what damage you’d already inflicted. You hadn’t used a tone like that with him thus far, feeling a little bit guilty despite how obviously it was accidental. But then to your confusion, Chrollo chuckled, beginning a stride into the room, towards you.

“I had to wait until the time was right. You know, a lot of planning had to be done the moment that I picked you. I knew I made the right decision on our first outing together. Everything just had to be done slowly, on the right schedule, but now that most of it has been finalized, I feel that we’re ready.”

His words confused you entirely. He had unloaded too much information at once, your brain completely frazzled by his words.

“What are you talking about?”

Chrollo’s lips pursed then broke into a grin, you hadn’t noticed how quickly he managed to walk over and stand directly in front of you until he was right there, his legs pressing against the edge of the bed as his hands raised to rest in his pockets. You backed off slightly, deciding to keep some distance between you both until the situation started to make more sense. From his new look, to the unusual tone in his words and manner of speech, you felt less comfortable being so close to him. Something was not right with him, you couldn’t tell how serious he was being right now. Was he in the mood for some late night prank?

“My naive little (y/n). You’re just…so perfect for me.” He tilted his head slightly, watching your defensive form with endearment in his eyes. Your knees have been brought to your chest, a hand holding onto one while the other holds you up and off of the pillows.

“You’ll be coming with me from now on, it’s time to leave this place.” He said this with finality, and his voice made it so that; had he said something less irrational, you almost wouldn’t have questioned it, but when his words registered in your brain you had to.

“What? Chrollo, if you want to move we can talk about it. Maybe at a different time, like over dinner or something…not in the middle of the night.” Okay, so if this wasn’t some sort of prank and instead just his proposition to move out with you…why did he decide to do this right now? why could he not have waited until the morning to ask you this…you were tired! Yet Chrollo’s expression unnerved you as he smiled in a way that would have usually made you blush, had the circumstances been different.

“You really are adorable. Come here.”

He kneeled onto the bed, sitting on the side opposite of you while extending his hand. You still felt uneasy about this, the vagueness of what he was telling you left you with more questions than any kind of answers. For the sake of getting to the bottom of what he was doing, what was going on, you took your time as you scooted closer to him, placing your hand flat on top of his palm. He then placed his other hand on top of yours, effectively trapping it between both of his. His grip wasn’t painful or anything, but you knew that it would take some effort to get out of it without him just letting you go. You usually would never consider taking your hands away from him, yet you felt the need to be guarded right now.

“Have we ever talked about the Phantom Troupe?”

He looked right into your eyes as he waited for your answer. You shook your head no, and were not looking forward to wherever this conversation was going. You knew of the phantom troupe and what they do; what they’ve done. What’s with bringing this up out of nowhere? You two never talked about such obscure topics, he knew how you felt about injustices. Bringing up a group that embodies the word was something you hadn’t expected him to do.

“A pity. But I suppose it’s never too late.”

His grip tightened on your hand then. The squeeze was so hard, it now ensured that your hand was stuck where it was; you were connected to him until he allowed you to be let go.

“Chrollo, my hand–” you whimpered.

“You’ve always been alone. You’re an outcast, just like the rest of us.”

Ouch. Naturally with being in a relationship, you’d spoken to him about many personal woes, especially your lack of a real family, your lack of genuine, close friends. You always told him how much joy it brought you to finally be able to go on outings with someone who meant the world to you, and you to them–that someone being Chrollo. Your throat started to swell and your eyes watered. An outcast? He had never spoken to you this way before, insecurity plagued you.

“Why…would you say that to me?”

“Because it’s what makes you so perfect. It was fate that brought us together, (y/n). Now that we’re established, it’s time you hear the truth and continue your life the way it was meant to be lived.” His hand on top of yours rubbed along the side of your wrist soothingly.

“It doesn’t have to be an official inauguration, but I’d like for you to join me and the rest of the spiders.”

He barely gave you any time to fathom the weight of that sentence before he continued.

“I truly do love you, (y/n). I wouldn’t have stayed in one place for such a long time if not for you. It posed a bit of a risk at points, trying to operate in such a small town for longer than the duration of our initial mission. But this era has reached its end, it’s time to go home.”

He stopped talking then, allowing silence to fall, to let his words linger for a bit. Your eyes slowly panned down and away from him as you stared off blankly, yet your mind raced at a mile a minute. Your boyfriend…your angelic, loving and devoted boyfriend, was a member of the phantom troupe. By that same logic, he was a criminal, with a Class-A bounty on his head. And now, he wanted you to come with him as he continued his rampage in other places of the world. Your heart thrummed rapidly, ears ringing and chest beginning to heave laboured breaths as the reality of this situation truly dawned on you. Chrollo, who you had been vulnerable with, showed tender parts of your heart and body, was a lie. He was not who he claimed to be, yet you had been so utterly fooled. Naive, like he said you were.

You were certain that he could feel your hand beginning to clam up, and you started to drag it out of his grasp. As expected, his grip had not let up just yet, your effort futile. You imagined that maybe if you expressed your want to be let go, he would. Forcing yourself to meet his eyes, you hated how different they looked. Eyes that were usually tender and loving, or so you thought–maybe they never truly were tender or loving–now looked much darker. Narrowed, sharp and focused right on you. He still seemed so definitive in his words, in his decision to “bring you home,” wherever that may be.

“I…” you started, your throat dry and making the syllable sound more like a crack in your voice. You swallowed hard then cleared your throat, not wanting to have to repeat yourself once you had said what you planned to say, since you were beginning to feel ill. You hadn’t noticed that your eyes had shut immediately after catching sight of his stare, in a subconscious way to cower away from the intensity of it. You forced yourself to be brave and stare back right back at him once again, though anyone else with eyes could tell your bravery was a front.

“I…will not be going with you. That lifestyle is not for m–”

“Of course you would think that you have a choice” he cut you off and chortled, despite his tone being humourless, almost disappointed. You didn’t like the sound of it. “It was cute of you to think so. You don’t need to partake in the lifestyle, but you’ll be at my side no matter where we spiders go.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and panic began to seep in. You really did not want any part of this anymore, and you started pulling away from his hold even harder now. The finality of his words made you anxious, your once watery eyes now fully shedding tears. You thrashed back and dug your feet into the mattress, exerting as much strength as possible into getting away from him. If you blinked you would have missed it; Chrollo smirking from the corner of where your eyes were focused on your interlocked hands, before he slightly loosened his grip. With the amount of power being put into your squirming, it caused you to fly against the pillows and land on your back away from him, skull having been inches away from hitting the headboard. He was on top of you in an instant, and you immediately recoiled and tried to wiggle away from him, but he had managed to pin down your limbs.

“Chrollo, please don’t make me go with you, I’m happy here! I’ll keep your secret, if you just leave me behind, I promise–” He leaned closer to you as you became hysterical, the unexpected proximity making you panic as you hiccuped, trying so desperately to wriggle out from under him and just run. “I’m used to being alone like you said, you can leave me here, I won’t hold it against you!” you sobbed.

“Don’t cry, my love.” He brought up his hand to thumb at the tears dripping down your cheek, and you despised how quickly the feeling of his palm against your face managed to calm your hysterics down–as if none of this had actually happened–that the man caressing your face was indeed the same Chrollo you knew and fell in love with. But his appearance alone helped you to know better; that tattoo now becoming his most prominent feature as he stared down at you. Your body stilled for the most part, aside from the rise and fall of your chest in quick succession, as well as your quiet cries.

“I’m begging you…” you whispered, sniffling and taking a deep breath to try and regulate it. The look on Chrollo’s face could almost be described as sympathetic, eyebrows meeting sadly as his hand pressed further into your cheek. But you were starting to know better.

“I know that you’ve been alone for your entire life.” He began to speak, his hand slowly sliding down from your cheek and closer to your neck. The change in placement made you whimper; this being an action he’d done to you in the past that you had learned to associate with pleasure, but now filled you with dread.

Before you could say anything else, not even a second had passed, and suddenly there was a horrible sensation in your throat, like you had been punched. You groaned, and it should have been audible, yet you couldn’t make a sound–your vocal chords had somehow been struck. Your eyes widened in fear and confusion as you tried to make a noise, anything at all, only to remain silent. What just happened?

Your pain made it so that you had barely noticed how Chrollo’s hand seemed to have moved positions within that time–not quite in the same spot as it was before–it was a bit lower on your neck now and closer to your collarbones. His fingers wrapped against the side of your neck, his thumb rubbing along your throat. He wore a much too prideful smile, and it was in that moment that you realized what kind of power Chrollo had secretly been capable of; what he had over you. No matter what you wanted, if it was different from what he desired, there would be nothing you could do.

He leaned even closer to you, hand starting to squeeze around your throat painfully as your eyes screwed shut. He dug his thumb hard into the side of your trachea, forcing your eyes wide open as pain cramped under the pressure of his hand. Your vision began to strain, periphery darkening. His nose brushed against yours as he murmured his next words, which you almost missed as reality began to black out around you.

“I promise, you’ll never be alone again.”

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yanderedreaming · 2 years

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Descent into darkness

Pairings: Reader x Chrollo Lucilfer

Warnings: Slow burn obsession, possessive, Yandere behaviour, perverted thoughts, mentions of sex, masturbation.

Summary: Chrollo slowly dwindles in obsession when he falls for the one woman who he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with, the question is, does she?

Word count: 8.4k

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There were only two things that were dear to Chrollo Lucilfer in his life, the phantom troupe and Y/n, the woman he fell head over heels for. Chrollo could remember the first time he saw her, the memory still fresh in his mind.

It was after his entire ordeal with that dreaded chain user, Chrollo wondered around the busy streets of York New city to spend his time away from the troupe, unable to use his nen ability, he didn’t have much to keep him entertained. Chrollo wasn’t the type of person to look at the bright side, the only thing he could do was to live his life until the members of the troupe found a nen exorcist to help get his nen back.

His days were passing by slowly, occupying the top floor of a pent house in one of the most luxurious buildings in York New city, he would spend most of his time reading books in his study. Although he was quite fond of reading and did appreciate the time he was able to spend doing so, he got bored of it quickly, he was too used to living an exhilarating life filled with crime.

In an out of character moment of his, Chrollo decided to visit one of the most famous and exclusive bars in the city, the type where entry was granted on the basis of our outfit, and the drinks far too expensive for any 9-5 worker to afford. The reason for choosing this specific bar was nothing more than wanting to try something new, perhaps observe the elite class a bit closely, he might even find someone to steal from when he got his nen back. Thinking about the bar got him craving a drink, remembering the days the troupe would get together and have a celebratory drink after each heist.

He dressed up in sleek black suit, tailor made for him, with a white button down shirt and black tie. He chose the safest option, not wanting to stand out too much, hoping to blend into the crowd looking for unsuspecting rich women to talk to and get to know, maybe finding the one he would steal from later on.

As he arrived at the bar, the door man eyed him carefully from top to toe, perhaps determining his net worth based on the clothes he wore. The tailor made suit from Paris paired with his Italian baby crocodile skin shoes screamed rich to the door man who stepped to the side to let him in.

Everything from the Teak wooden doors, to the Murano glass sculptures which must’ve appreciated in value over time, probably cost more than the average worker could’ve made in a year. The bar was average sized, an empty space occupying the centre, with the bar counter on the very end of the room, booths surrounding the bar.

Chrollo made his way to the bar counter, sitting on the bar stool in front of him, eyeing the various high end bottles of whiskey on display, his eyes stopped at a bottle of John E. Fitzgerald 20 year old bourbon. He never had the opportunity to try this one, due to the limited amount of bottles that were released. Each glass would cost him around $80.

He sipped took a moment to admire the bourbon in the glass, to the unsuspecting eye, it looked just like any other regular whiskey. The only thing that could distinguish it was the taste, and boy was it good. It was the smoothest tasting whiskey he’d ever tried, the initial flavour of stewed plums mixed with caramel were over taken by the delectable aftertaste of bitter dark chocolate and dried tobacco.

He savoured every sip, careful not to drink it too fast, the mild almost sherry tasting flavour didn’t change the fact that the alcohol content was rather high, a few glasses could render him drunk and senseless. If there was one thing Chrollo did not like, it was not being in control, so drinking too much was always out of the question.

Having taken his sweet time to admire the drink in his hand, he turned around to scan the floor, eyeing each and every guest in there. Women dressed in long gowns, their necks adorned with the finest diamonds one could ever see. The men wearing the finest suits, each suit, more expensive than the other. It was here that he couldn’t differentiate between the many men and women around as they all had the same look on their faces, they all shared the same snooty expressions as they chatted away, their conversations intended to one up the other, all flaunting off their wealth.

Chrollo hated such people, who really did nothing in their lives, and just pranced around flaunting their vast riches. Nothing sensible coming out of their mouths, nothing soft about their faces. The look of arrogance plastered across each and every one of their faces. Although he was a skilled actor, and an even better thief, having to act like the perfect gentleman in front of these pompous bastards was not the ideal way for him to spend his evenings, but none the less, he loved what he did, and right now he had to charm his way into their beds.

From the corner of his eye, he saw someone exiting a door, most probably the rest room and making their way to the floor of the bar. Chrollo was great at reading people, a single look could tell him what was on their mind and what type of a person they were. He could determine with one look that this woman was different from the rest.

She was no doubt beautiful, a certain elegance to her as she walked over to a group of women and men standing in the exact centre of the floor. Her face was soft, her [eye colour and shape] has a slight glint to them. Her [hair colour, type and length] was let loose, falling over her shoulders framing her delicate face. She was dressed differently from the rest of them too, her green satin dress hugged the upper part of her body quite well, before flaring out slightly, a large slit on the right side of the dress gave him a view of her [the type of legs you have].

Her jewellery was not as loud as the ones that the other women wore, rather it was quite delicate, no doubt it was expensive, but it was an appropriate size, not calling for any attention. Perhaps her pretty face was more than enough to get all the attention she needed. Chrollo chose to listen in to the conversation, seeing as they weren’t too far away from him, he wanted to know whether his observations were correct.

“Mrs. Jameson, have you thought about my proposal?” she asked, her voice delicate and sincere. “Miss. [last name], I’m not too sure I’d want to invest in something that does not reap any benefits for me.” the lady she was talking to replied, her voice was filled with arrogance. “Oh, I think the good feeling you’ll get should be more than enough!” she chucked slightly before continuing, “But a 5 percent return is the most I can promise you. Would you consider it, at least?” She sounded earnest, as though it was something she wanted dearly.

“Ms. [last name], you’re looking as beautiful as ever tonight.” A man came up from behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder, she shifted uncomfortably, the man was occupying too much of her personal space, “Ah, Mr. Hill. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” she replied, you could tell she was uncomfortable by the way she spoke. “I wouldn’t have missed seeing your beautiful self for the world, and I told you to call me Pariston” he said, rubbing her shoulder and taking a step closer to her, she took a step back, trying to get him to stop touching her and replied, “Well, I should get going. My boyfriend will be here any minute now.” she laughed nervously.

“Y/n, We all know you don’t have a boyfriend, why don’t you just accept my offer. Go out with me, and I’ll help you with your project. We all win?” the man said tightening his grip on her shoulder, leaning in to whisper something inaudible in her ear. Her eyes widened, and she shot him a look of disgust.

Chrollo’s legs guided him to her, for some reason he couldn’t help but get annoyed at the way this man was invading the personal space of a woman who was clearly uncomfortable. “Excuse me.” Chrollo spoke, the man turned to look at him, and the Y/n used this opportunity to try to squirm out of the man’s grasp but he made sure not to let her go. “Yes?” the man asked visibly annoyed at the interference.

“Could you refrain from touching her?” Chrollo said with a rather authoritative tone, the man turned to look at Y/n, who was doe eyed internally thanking the man for finally saying something, the other patrons couldn’t have cared less. “Is something the matter?” Pariston asked his tongue clicking in annoyance. “Yes, it is. I don’t appreciate the casual way you’re touching my girlfriend.” he replied with a stern look. His eyes darted to the girl who had a hopeful look on her face, her mouth curling upwards seeing her saviour.

“Girlfr-” Pariston was cut off by the girl, “Yes, Girlfriend. Now if you leave me.” she said stepping to Chrollo’s side now that Pariston’s grip loosened on her. “Huh. I always thought you were making up the whole boyfriend thing.” He said, with a smile which betrayed his bitter tone. “Well then, I’ll leave you be.” he said walking off.

Chrollos eyes never left his form, he stared at Pariston with disgust, such an impeccable man. Men who cannot respect women were on top of the list of things Chrollo hated. “Thank you.” the girl whispered, her face turned to him. “Its not a problem Y/n. Do you wish to stay? or shall I walk you out?” he asked. She paused to think for a second, scanning the floor to see if she could find someone who might be interested in her venture, seeing none she responded with, “I think I’m just going to leave.”

“Well then, let me walk you out.” Chrollo said extending his arm to allow her to grab it as they walked out of the bar, her hand linked to his arm, as the other patrons turned to their direction watching them walk away.

“Um, I never got your name.”

“Its Chrollo. Chrollo Lucilfer.”

“Chrollo? That’s a unique name, what does it mean?” She asked, tilting her head to the side to watch him for his response. Her inquisitive eyes scanned his face, admiring his features. “I don’t know actually.” he responded with a smile. She let out a small “Oh” before both of them walked a little in silence.

“I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with those people.” he continued, “What project are you working on?” Y/n clicked her tongue with a smile on her face, remembering how all her efforts went to waste, she didn’t manage to get a single investor. “Well, I’m trying to build a few orphanages in some impoverished areas.” she exhaled her breath and continued, “Its just unfair. How these children get left behind and they have to fend for themselves. I just hate it. I want to help them out, you know?”

Chrollo turned to look at her, her bright eyes were now dull, she was no longer smiling and was facing the ground. “That’s really nice of you actually.” he smiled at her, it felt good knowing that there were people out there who cared for the underserved community, he could relate to everything those children would go through. “Here’s a thought. Why don’t you let me buy you dinner, and you can bring forth your proposal to me. I’d love to hear more about it.”

Her sad demeaner changed at once, she looked up at him with her bright doe eyes, a glint of hope in them. She smiled, biting her lip before saying, “On one condition.” Chrollo chuckled and said, “So you’re setting conditions? What’s the condition then?” she hummed before responding, “Yes. I am. You have to let me buy you dinner. Its only fair. I owe you a big thanks for saving me from that creep anyway!” Chrollo smiled and nodded.

The restaurant she chose was a classy one, she claimed the food was the best food she had ever tasted and the ambiance was nice and quiet. The two occupied a table close to the window, a view of the skyline of York New city was visible from where they were seated. “So, I’ve narrowed down about 9 locations where I’d like to start building the orphanages. I’ve already completed about 8 with the money I had. But I’m in need of more for the last one.”

She paused to take a sip of her red wine, while he listened intently, she then went to explain the structure of each orphanages and how she plans to fund them. Going in depth to talk about the facilities the orphanages provided to the kids, and how the children could stay there, even if they didn’t get adopted, until they were old enough and well educated enough to move out.

Chrollo listened in fascination to her plans, they were well thought out and focused more on the kids than anything, the security checks she conducted on the ‘house mothers’ of the orphanage. Sharing her success stories from the 8 that had been in operation since the past 6-8 months. Her current income went to fund those and she couldn’t afford to build the last one as of yet.

“My father and I are currently engaged in a legal battle for the property I inherited. Its quite a long story but my grandfather left me half of his assets, I wanted to put that money to good use, even sold a building or two for the orphanages. My father, went to court and well, all my property’s been seized till the battle ends, their lawyer keeps on dragging it out, its so frustrating!” she was a little tipsy by now, the alcohol allowed her to open up quite a bit. “So, what caused the delay of the final orphanage?” Chrollo asked, she talked about how a certain thing delayed her plans for the final one.

She pursed her lips, thinking of whether she should speak up or not, afraid she might scare him away with the location. She took a deep breath and exhaled, a forced smile was on her lips, as she replied hesitantly, her head turned to the right, to face the window looking at the skyline. “The location- well, its uh” she paused, her hand made its way to the back of her neck to rub it.

“Its this really small place, it used to be an internment camp set up by a dictator about a few hundred years ago. Since then its used as a dumping ground. Now the complicated thing here is that, the citizens there really don’t have an identity.” Chrollo’s eyes slightly widened, he knew she was talking about his home, “Meteor City?” he asked and she nodded in response.

“There were two problems with Meteor City. The first was the fact that essentially putting money into such a place would put me in danger, the mafia wouldn’t be too pleased with the idea.” he nodded, it was a known fact that the people of the city had been shunned, dubbed terrorists and criminals for the suicide bombings that a few of them carried out a few years ago.

“The second being the fact that the city is run as a gerontocracy. The leaders were apprehensive of an outsider wanting to make a change. Well, to be totally honest with you, they’re not entirely convinced as of yet either. But I know I can convince them” she said followed by a somehow which came out more as a whisper than anything.

He said nothing, just stared at her for a few seconds to try and understand her motivations, after a few seconds he could understand they were nothing but selfless.“I understand.” he nodded, glancing up to look at her. She was still staring out the window, her lips stained red and plumpy due to the red wine she was drinking, some how he couldn’t stop staring at her, he couldn’t help but feel something.

“I’ll win the legal battle eventually. My father just wants me demotivate me by dragging it on. He wants me to lose hope.” her voice was low as she said this, it was evident she was hurt by his actions, suddenly her voice picked up, it sounded determined as she said, “I won’t lose hope. I’ll do whatever I can.” she turned to face him before finishing, “I’ll pay every last penny with interest, I’ve got some jewellery that my mother left me so if anything, I’ll just sell it.” She had a fierce and determined look in her eyes, she wanted to accomplish something, she wanted to help others.

Chrollo couldn’t but help admire her resolve. “Well, I’m sold.” he said, a genuine smile on his face. “Wait. What?” she looked confused, she didn’t expect him to say that given his silence stance during most of the conversation. “

“I can’t help but admire you Y/n. I think its great that you’re taking such a risk to help others so I’ll help you. Just tell me what you need and I’ll get it done.” She extended her hands to grab one of his hands, taking them into her own holding them up. “Thank you. I’ll repay every single penny. You can even keep my jewellery as collateral!”

“No, that won’t be necessary.” he said, taking his other hand to place it on the one grabbing his own. He thought it would be a good time to tell her about his humble beginnings, how he originated from Meteor City and was just like one of the orphans she so desperately wanted to help. For the first time in his life, someone from her class looked at him with awe and excitement as he recalled his life story- leaving out the part where he was a Class A criminal of course- usually people would have either a look of pity, or a look of fear, but no. She didn’t have that look, nothing but pure awe as he spoke.

As the months passed, Chrollo spent more and more of his time with Y/n, he enjoyed every single minute he spent with her. The way her face would light up when he would come up with a good idea, the way she would talk to him about a broad range of topics, and how she made him feel so warm and carefree. She was rubbing off on him.

The total opposite of him, is she was the light then he was the dark, if she was the sun, then he was the moon. She was everything Chrollo wanted to be. Despite the troubles she faced in life, she was optimistic, despite all the problems she faced, she always looked at the brighter side, despite having every reason to lose it, she chose to channel her energy into something positive. He never knew what love was, but he could tell he was slowly falling in love with her.

At first, he couldn’t understand why he wanted to see her more and more, every time he would leave her place he felt a certain emptiness wash over him he attributed that to his boredom. He could no longer read in peace, because everything reminded him of her, every novel where the protagonist would have a lover, he couldn’t help but picture her as the heroine.

Food would taste better when he was with her, everything seemed brighter, the things that would annoy him didn’t anymore, the people around him would blend in with the background when he was with her, he never noticed anything but her. He started to crave her presence, his nights would feel lonely, his days were far more exciting. Chrollo was now a day person, he would wake up full of anticipation everyday, rushing to get dressed to see her. He knew this wasn’t normal.

It wasn’t until he walked into her penthouse one fine day when he realised he was falling for her. She was sat on her living room sofa, her face red, her eyes filled with tears. Seeing her like this distressed him and he ran over to her, he stood right in front of her, bending down to her eye level, he placed his left hand on her hands, his right hand touched the side of her cheek. She looked up to meet his eyes, her trembling lips holding back a sob.

“Y/n, are you okay? Please tell me what’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?” he asked, his voice trembling hundreds of scenarios running through his mind, each one worse than the other. “C-Ch-Chrollo” she finally spoke, she could no longer hold back, she fell forward, her trembling hands went to hold onto his arms as her head leaned forward to bury it in his chest.

He could tell she wanted a hug, so he pulled her close, placing one hand on the back of her head, the other placed on her back rubbing soothing circles on it. “Y/n, please tell me what’s wrong. Please stop crying.” his voice was laced with concern, the person who wasn’t afraid of death, was deathly afraid for the first time in his life. Her gut wrenching sobs tore through his chest and he couldn’t take it anymore. She was strong, never let anything get to her. Something big must’ve happened to make her feel like this. Feeling Chrollo’s warm embrace calmed her down slightly, she began to speak.

“I lost.” she was sobbing once again, he pulled her out of the hug and grabbed her face with his hands to look into her eyes, his forehead started to crease, the uneasy feeling not subsiding. “Y/n what did you lose? Please, I can’t bear to see you cry.” It was true, every time he heard her sob, every time he saw another tear stream down his face, he would feel a pang in his heart, he felt helpless, unable to stop her from crying.

“Th-the legal b-battle” she turned her eyes away from him, a sense of relief came over him, although he hated seeing her cry, he was sort of relieved that she wasn’t hurt. “Y/n, its alright. Please just stop crying. I promise you we’ll figure it out. I won’t leave you alone, it doesn’t matter if you lost money. You’ll always have a roof over your head and everything you need, I’ll make sure of it.” Hearing his words didn’t comfort her, instead let out another sob turning her head to the side before speaking.

“I’ll get by. But the kids? what will they do? How will I repay-” Chrollo cut her off, he wiped the tears away and pulled her into a tight hug kissing the top of her head, “I told you. I won’t leave you when you need me. I’ll do it, I’ll do everything you need. Just please, stop crying.” It was painful to see her like this. All he could do now was embrace her and let the torrent of her tears soak through his shirt.

Her hands made their way to his back, she deepened the hug shaking her head. “No, I can’t let you do that for me.” her voice was stifled as her head was buried in his chest. “I’ll do anything for you.” He never once thought while speaking to her during this conversation, everything he was saying just came out. His heart was doing the talking for the first time in a while.

He felt the need to be there for her, he felt the need to protect her against the world. He wanted her to smile again, her to shed tears except for tears of joy. “Chrollo, I-” he cut her off, he couldn’t take it anymore. He just wanted to see her smile again. “I love you Y/n.”

Her breath hitched when she heard him say this, she forgot about everything in that moment, the only thing she cared about were the words that left his mouth. She opened her mouth to speak, but held her tongue. Not wanting to say anything at the moment. No, not right now. Not like this. She knew the moment wasn’t right.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Chrollo regretted saying them. Not because he didn’t mean them-he did- but because he didn’t know how she felt. He didn’t stop to think about the impact of such heavy words. His mind has been over powered by his heart, the sight he saw before him dulled his senses and he just blurted it out.

“You don’t have to say anything.” He said, after a few moments has passed, not hearing any words coming out of her mouth hurt him. It made him angry, why? When he finally knew for sure he loved someone, why didn’t they return the feeling? He chose not to showcase his anger, fearing it would push her away, swallowing it.

He slowly pulled away from her, defeated, his words put them in an awkward position. Her eyes were staring off to the side, not making any eye contact. He sighed, knowing he had just opened up Pandora's box, the way way through it was to just say it, there was no going back now.

He closed his eyes and let his heart take over for one last time, “I really do love you. I’ve never felt this way before. I look forward to spending time with you, its the only thing that gets me up in the morning.” He paused to take a breath, it felt as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, but at the same time he heart sank with each word he spoke.

“I don’t care if you don’t return my feelings. It won’t make me look at you any different. I’ll still stick by you through it all.” He partially spoke the truth, he wouldn’t ever leave you, but he lied about not caring. He did care, he wanted you to return the feelings, to love him back, to be his.

“I care about you. I do. But I don’t think I should say anything considering the state of mind i’m in.” she replied, he did give her that warm feeling in her chest. Something she hadn’t felt for a long time, but she had far too much going on to think about him in that sense.

“It’s alright Y/n. Hey! Look at me” he said as he turned her head to look at him, her eyes hesitant to look into his, worried she might see the pain he was trying to hide in his voice.

“I’ve thought about it and we could always file an appeal. I know this really great lawyer and i’ll get him to work on the case. Just leave it all to me and focus on your work. You can trust me” he smiled, his eyes were shining, perhaps because of the tears that were slowly forming in them.

Chrollo was not one to cry, he can count on his fingers the amount of times he’s cried, and almost all of them have been when he lost someone he cared for, to him, he was losing you, but he would make sure that would never happen and he was sure as hell he would come close to crying if he didn’t leave.

“I’ve gotta head back now. But please, smile for me before I leave?” he asked, rubbing his thumb on her cheek. Her lips trembled, slowly forming a smile, tilting her head to rest it on the palm of his hand that was placed on the side of her face. She closed her eyes and let out a small laugh, her forced smile turning genuine.

Chrollo left her penthouse. As soon as he closed the door of it, he couldn’t leave the door handle, his grip was not loosening and his legs weren’t cooperating. He didn’t want to go back, he wanted to stay with her. But he knew he had to let his head take over once again, no more thinking with the heart.

He spend the rest of the day going over every little detail, trying to understand when and where it all went wrong. He thought she must’ve felt the same way, she was always kind to him. Told him how much she enjoyed his company, would call him at night when he left. They also flirted quite a bit, perhaps unintentionally on her part.

For the first time in his life, Chrollo had let lose. He was starting to feel like a normal person, and just as normal people did, he stopped being so calculative, he stopped plotting every aspect of life and just let loose. This was a mistake he wouldn’t make again.

She didn’t call him that night, he shifted uncomfortably in his bed the entire night, glancing to his side, thinking maybe his phone was on Do not disturb mode, no she was in his in his favourites. Any notification from her could bypass that. Maybe his ringer wasn’t on? No it still was. She just didn’t call him. His mind told him not to reach out to her either, not after he poured his entire heart out to her, not until he had a solid strategy to make her his.

He places his thumb and ring finger over his temples, rubbing it in circular motions trying to think of something else, he didn’t like the feeling of waiting. He grew so used to her voice, he grew used to their late night phone calls till he could hear all the energy drained out of her, as her voice would change from the usual chirpy one, to the tired deep one.

How beautiful it sounds when she’s almost asleep, the fatigue in her voice as she shifts in her bed, the way she would groan trying to find the right position on her bed to fall asleep.

He started to feel a little something while thinking of her voice, he started to feel a lot more when he had a mental image of her trying to go to sleep, shifting in her sleep, as her satin nighty would ride up exposing her soft things. How she would push her chest into the pillow she hugged for comfort, perhaps she would do more to it.

Chrollo’s hand made its way down to his pants and he started to touch his throbbing cock, he closed his eyes and stroked it, imagining it was her tight cunt that was gripping it rather than his hand. Her sultry eyes looking at him as he ploughed into her, eyebrows ceasing as she bit her lip, telling him she couldn’t take it anymore. Imagining her tits bouncing with each thrust.

He groaned as the mental picture he developed was perfection, he used his thumb to rub the underside of his tip, tightening his hold on his cock while pumping it faster trying to find relief. Recalling how she would say his name right before she went to sleep, how his same sounded so perfect coming out of her mouth. How he craved her to scream his name, moan his name, while staring at him with her sultry eyes begging for more.

The final thought of her taking him so well had him coming, with a loud groan he spilled his seed out on his hand, his eyes shot open to see nothing but darkness in front of him. He had been alone his entire life, he never shared his bed with anyone, but he knew he waited all this time for the right person, and sure enough he found her and there was no way he was going to let go of her now.

The next day, Chrollo had an early start to his day. Waking up at 7 am he got out of bed immediately, stripping himself of his clothes and stepping into the piping hot shower. He let the water run over him for a while, soap in hand rubbing it over his torso. The thoughts of the conversation they had still fresh in his mind.

He knew he was going to go see her today, he had to act mature about the situation, he had to act like her ideal man. He was already hiding his true authentic self from her, he just needed to change his approach slightly to attract her more.

He dressed a little differently today, opting out of his usual T shirt and jeans combo to wear a white button down shirt that fitted him well, the contours of his muscles visible through the fabric, leaving the top two buttons undone to showcase the top part of his chest. He wore it with black trousers and black loafers.

His hair was met down, no product used whatsoever, she often told him she admired the way his loose hair would frame his face. The first compliment she ever gave him. He picked up his perfume, the one she came by while visiting a department store, thinking it would suit him, she gifted it to him. The first gift she ever gave him.

Taking a final look in the mirror, Chrollo grabbed his phone and car keys before heading out to her place. He wouldn’t pretend as if yesterday never happened, living in denial was not an attractive thing. He wouldn’t bring it up, waiting to see if she would. He knew the only way she would bring it up would be if she felt the same, if she didn’t he just needed to work his magic.

He played a few of her favourite tracks on the way, reminiscing the time she grabbed his phone to add to his Spotify playlist. The songs weren’t his type, but they grew on him so much so that it’d be the only music he’d hear during his drives over to her.

Upon reaching bed penthouse, Chrollo rang the bell, listening for her footsteps to make it over to the door. When he didn’t hear them he started to grow anxious, tapping his foot on the marble floor he was standing on. Looking down at his watch he saw it was 9:50 am. She would wake around 8, so she should’ve been up and about by now. He rang the bell once more, this time he heard shuffling behind the door till it finally opened.

As the door unlocked and opened he could see she was still half asleep. She hadn’t changed out of her satin night suit and her eyes were half open. She probably didn’t get a good nights sleep, he thought.

“Chrollo, Hey! Come on in” she said trying to sound enthusiastic as she gave him space to enter. “I’m sorry did I wake you?” He asked, stepping in. “No no, I just couldn’t sleep. Getting out of bed proved to be quite the challenge for me today” she said with a laugh, making her way to the living room couch where the two of them sat.

“I had a talk with Mr. Hill last night” she said, jumping right into it. His face remained neutral, but he couldn’t help but feel jealous at the mention of another man’s name. Especially one who has been trying to pursue Y/n since the past 3 years, according to her.

“Oh? What did the two of you talk about?” She turned her face away from his direction looking directly ahead. Chrollo picked up on this little habit of hers, he knew she would only do this when she was nervous.

“He heard about the case. So he came by yesterday and offered some help.” She said, his eyes narrowed at her statement. He knew she wasn’t looking at him, she could never look someone in the eye when she was nervous about what she was saying.

“And?”

“He said he had obtained a recording of my father that basically would throw away his entire case if it were to be played in court.”

“What did he want in return?” Chrollo knew that a man like Pariston would not help anyone out on a whim, there had to be more to his offer. If he didn’t tell her what he wanted in return, he’d surely use the favour to his advantage to get closer to her and he could not risk that happening.

“He said he wanted to uh spend some time with me in return.” She bit her lip closing her eyes, she didn’t want to tell him this, not that she owed him anything, they weren’t dating. But she wanted him to say something, wanted him to offer up a solution. She knew if she liked someone, it was Chrollo.

His fist formed into a ball when he heard this, his eyes slightly widened upon hearing what Pariston wanted in return. He was slowly losing his cool. He knew she was beautiful, she checked all the boxes of perfection. An aristocratic girl, belonging to one of the richest families in the country. Her kind heart and caring soul were enough to make anyone fall in love with her. Her looks were enough to draw any man in.

“So; what do you want to do then.” He said, his twitching eyes fixated on his own fingers which were tapping away at the edge of the sofa. Something in him snapped that very moment, it was hard to keep his cool, but he tried his best.

“I don’t know what to do.”

“I won’t let you do it.” He said, facing downwards not wanting to make eye contact with her as he looked at his fingers. He was done playing the nice guy, it got him nowhere. He expected her to tell him how she told him off, instead she said she didn’t know what to do?

Thats’s the thing with love, its unpredictable. You just cannot plan for it, you cannot stick to a plan when your heart takes the lead. Chrollo had the perfect plan to make her fall in love with him, but when he felt as if he was about to lose the woman he loved, he lost his composure.

“What do you mean you won’t le-”

“I said, I won’t let him have you.” He said looking up at her, his eyes were cold, a dark expression on his face. Chrollo had a lot of firsts with her. The first time he broke out of his façade was with her, the first time he craved the company of someone was with her, the first time he fell in love was with her, and the first time he ever let his heart take over was with her. He wasn’t going to back down so easily, no he would take what was his, and he had decided, she was going to be his.

She was silent, the dark look on his face rendered her speechless. She kept her eyes on him, specifically his hands, not wanting to look at his face any longer, the Chrollo she knew was not like this.

“Chrollo, I didn’t say I wanted to date him o-or sleep with him or whatever he meant by spending some time with him. I’m sorry if its a sensitive topic for you, I just find myself feeling at ease whenever I discuss a problem with you.”

He got up from the sofa, and stayed standing, his eyes fixated on her. She felt a lot smaller now that he was standing over her, she felt uneasy with all the staring.

“You don’t need your inheritance. I have enough for us and to keep your orphanage going.” he said with a bitter tone. He felt annoyed at the impact she had on him, just a night before he had decided to con his way into her heart, but the sudden news foiled all his plans, he was unable to control his emotions and he hated it.

“F-For us?” she stuttered.

“Yes. For us.” he said as a matter of fact. Chrollo was a thief at heart, and he was going to steal the most important treasure he’s ever laid eyes on, her.

He bent down to grab her hands, he held onto them tight enough to squeeze them slightly, but not enough to hurt her. His expression was a soft and kind one now. She was astonished at how he could change his entire aura, his expressions in a split second. How he could put on a kind face after a sudden outburst.

Something about the soft look on his face made her think that maybe he was back in his senses, maybe it was just a sudden outburst and he’s calm now. In reality, Chrollo knew he had gone too far, he had to put on a show. He couldn’t risk showing this side of him, the side that was cold, ruthless and unforgiving.

“Chrollo, I’m not going to do it. I just know you’re like really smart and that you could come up with a solution. I’m sorry for upsetting you, i’m stupid. I know” she decided to change the topic, not wanting to talk about what he had just said. It was a dangerous topic, one she wanted to avoid.

“And you won’t have to, my love. I’ll protect you from everyone. You can trust me.” He gave a reassuring squeeze on her hands.

She held back her tongue, the use of the words ‘my love’ indicated possession rather than endearment and it didn’t sit right with her, but she didn’t want to piss him off. Sure she spent her days with him over the past few months and knew the type of person he was, but what if she didn’t know who he really was? She never saw this side of him before, and something told her he worked hard to hide it.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” She asked, not wanting to acknowledge what he had said.

“Yes, that would be very nice” he said, patting her hand once before standing up, taking a step back to give her space to head to the kitchen. He sat back on the sofa waiting for his tea.

As she prepared the tea, he kept on admiring her. The domesticity felt good, he felt at peace. The woman he loved was standing there, preparing a cup of tea for him, and soon enough, he was going to seal the deal. Take her with him and never look back.

“Here.” She returned with it, placing it in front of him, before sitting on the other sofa, closer to the door, he noted, not that it mattered anyway, there was no way she could get away from him.

“You should get packing. Just grab the essen-“

“Excuse me?” Her eyes widened as she set the tea aside.

“i was saying you should pack your stuff. We’ll leave here shortly.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you. I’m not leaving my home.” He hummed when he heard this.

“Y/n, home isn’t really a place, its a feeling. A person. As long as that person is with you, you’re home.” He said with a smile, using the same lines she had said a while ago, when he asked her if she missed her childhood home that she had to sell for the orphanage considering it was too big and living there alone was a little too much for her.

“You’re crazy. You’re a psychopath, please leave.” Her tome was bitter, she was done holding back. Maybe it was her fault for not saying anything before, she shouldn’t given him the shut up call when he started getting on her nerves.

Chrollo let out a small chuckle when he heard the word leave her mouth. Psychopath. He had been referred as one quite a few times. How could he be one though? He had always been told he could feel no empathy, but why did his heart shatter when he saw her cry? He couldn’t form any romantic bonds, then why did he fall so hard for her?

If he was a psychopath then he had all the more reason not to let her go. According to everyone, he was unable to love, but he loved her. It was a rare occurrence for him, so he just couldn’t give up, no matter the costs.

“I’m not going anywhere without you, my love” his voice was unnervingly sweet. The tone of his voice did not match the words that came out of them. Knowing there was no way he was going to talk any sense, her eyes darted to the door, mentally coming up with a plan.

He noticed this and lightly shook his head smiling, she was so cute to think she could make a run for it.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He said, calming sipping on his tea, but she ignored what he had to say and made a dash for it, as soon as she heard the ceramic cup break when it touched the ground, she felt his hands grabbing her waist, picking her up. She tried to kick him, but to no avail. He slammed her onto the couch, her back towards him and kept his hand firmly on her back, pushing her back down every-time she tried to get back up.

He was fast and strong, she never knew it. The false sense of hope that she felt seeing him calmly sip on his tea, thinking she had a chance faded as soon as she felt his grip on her waist. She couldn’t escape.

“I didn’t expect you to act like a brat, my love.”

“Stop calling me that and let me go!” she sobbed, trying to land a punch on him hoping to throw him off, each time he spoke made the need to escape increase.

“Apartment 223, river view towers, Dayroad park.” her body froze when she heard him repeat the address of her best friend, she never told him where she lived, nor did she ever talk much about her, considering she was out of the city for an extended business trip. Her reaction was enough for him to continue, knowing he hit a soft spot.

“I heard your little friend is back. Why don’t we pay her a visit?” he said leaning forward to whisper the last part in her ear, the way he spoke told her the visit was going to be anything but a friendly one.

“What do you want, Chrollo.” She knew what he wanted, but she just wanted to buy some time to think.

“I want you to stay with me forever. I want you to come back with me so we can go back to our home.” he placed a small kiss on the crook of her neck as he said this, the feeling felt like no other, her soft skin against his lips was driving him crazy, he craved her skin for so long, he dreamt of her underneath him begging for release, looking at him with those pleading bedroom eyes.

Her scent was intoxicating, he didn’t know how he had been so patient for all this time, but he knew he had to hold on a little longer, she’d come around eventually and if she didn’t, he knew just how to make her come around eventually.

“I told you I loved you. I meant it when I said it” he said, hoping she would come around, he knew just telling her he loved her wouldn’t work, but he didn’t want her to be the bad guy in her eyes, he wanted to slowly work his way in, perhaps she might feel bad eventually considering how she has a heart of gold and rejecting someone never sat right by her before.

“This isn’t love, you don’t do this to the one you love!” He stroked her hair as she complained on telling him what he was doing was wrong, promising him that she would forget it ever happened if he just let her go, she’d be find living in denial.

“I can’t let you go now. We’re going home. I can’t think of a life where you’re not by my side.” He said, his decision was final. There was no way he would let go of her no matter how hard she pleaded, Chrollo was taking her with him whether she liked it or not. He kissed the top of her head and smiled uttering his final words before knocking her out and taking him home, to their home.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #yandere chrollo #chrollo x reader #chrollo x you #chrollo x y/n

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absolute-flaming-trash · 2 years

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Hey ho it’s me again

This is literally a result of me writing a whole fic based around a single line of dialogue that wouldn’t leave my brain instead of me focusing on the requests sitting in my inbox because I ✨suck✨

Also this is my second official time writing for Chrollo, so pls don’t rip me to shreds. 💛

✨Enjoy✨

Pairing: Chrollo x Fem!Reader

SFW

Word Count: 1′623

Warnings: Yandere, Implied kidnapping, Noncon touching, Implied somnophilia, Sleep deprivation. Chrollo is a cryptic fuck and Reader lets their exhaustion level get the better of them.

Falling asleep always felt like a task.

A lot of the time you required some kind of white noise in order to drift off, whether it was in the form of a random podcast, or one of those “10 hour thunderstorm vibes” videos that always seemed to pop up in your recommended section; which more often than not were the most effective.

The pre-recorded sounds would never compare to the real thing, though.

The pattering of rain against the rooftop should’ve been more than enough to lull you to sleep, but these days the white noise was now more akin to tv static in terms of pleasantry. Each drop against the metal tiles seemed louder than the last, making drifting off damn near impossible.

Any sleep you did get felt like a purgatory between the conscious and unconscious worlds. Not quite awake, but not nearly asleep... you could never tell what was real and what was a dream half the time.

It felt like a pit of grasping hands pulling you this way and that - ripping at your clothes and gripping whatever flesh they could, whether it be your arms, your legs, your hips, your breasts… dragging you into a never ending pit of ink that left you unable to breathe and unable to force yourself awake.

The fragmented recollections left you more tired than you had originally been when you closed your eyes.

The exhaustion escaped you in the form of a defeated sigh as you rolled onto your back and sat up; gritting your teeth to keep your sounds of discontent to yourself.

Your bones ached from the concrete. You would’ve thought you’d get used to sleeping on the floor with only a jacket for padding after the first few days, but the pain in your muscles was proving the opposite. Out of instinct you looked towards the large analogue clock that hung above the main floor of what you could only describe as an abandoned steel mill. The position of the hands hadn’t changed from the last time you looked at it, nor from where they were when Chrollo first brought you to the mill.

He kept you with him on the walkways above the main area. The coolness of the guardrail against your forehead did little in terms of pulling you back to the land of the living while you looked down below, but you clung to it nonetheless. The ground was covered in patches of sphagnum moss - a steady stream of water from a hole in the ceiling kept the moisture levels high enough for certain patches to be surprisingly thick. The biggest area was currently enveloped in moonlight and was occupied by one of the four present members of the gang Chrollo engaged himself with.

You weren’t stupid, you knew exactly who they were. Hell, you had to be either living under a rock, or an infant to not know who the Phantom Troupe was, since all you had to do was pass a goddamn newspaper stand to know the basics of the infamous group. But that was all you knew. The basics.

The only details you really knew were the names of your captor and the one member sitting cross-legged among the moss… Machi.

You’d only met her once beforehand, but a part of you still held a special distaste for her. Not simply because of her status as a Troupe member, but because she was the only other woman around. It was sadly ironic since you thought that a feminine presence would’ve somehow… eased the situation you were in, for lack of a better word, but the fact remained that she had yet to even spare you a passing glance.

It made any hope you had in your mind of her helping you down the line vanish into thin air.

When it came to the other three members, it was harder to put a name to a face, but it wasn’t like Chrollo allowed you down to the lower levels to walk around, let alone start a conversation…

“You didn’t sleep long.”

You closed your eyes with a sigh, pressing your face harder against the metal. Speak of the devil.

“I didn’t.”

Chrollo hummed, the noise followed by a soft thud of a book closing and the crunch of debris under his feet.

You peaked a half-open eye at him. “Were you watching me the whole time I was trying to sleep?”

“Not entirely.” He admitted, stopping about a foot from your left.

The ambiguity of the statement overshadowed the relief you should’ve felt, but you didn’t rise to the bait. Instead silence fell between the two of you as it usually did while you rubbed your closed eye with the pads of your fingers - stars appearing behind your eyelid from the pressure.

“You’ve been sleeping differently.”

You tittered humourlessly, “Can’t say I noticed, maybe it’s because my living arrangements have been inexplicably changed.”

“You had something I desired.”

“Which you now have.” You dropped your hand back down into your lap unceremoniously, tears pooling behind the closed lid from the irritation. “If you still think I’m hiding something more valuable than Tamerlane of all things in the shop that you and your ruffians quite literally tore apart, you’re going to be disappointed.”

“You don’t possess anything else that I want.”

“So then am I free to go, or are you going to kill me?”

A small smile appeared on his face but he didn’t answer.

You huffed, teeth catching your lower lip for a moment. “So you are going to kill me.”

The moment of false bravado was gone nearly as soon as it came when he crouched down so he was eye level with you, and the texture of the jacket’s fur lining became like hay under the grip of your fingers.

He leaned forward and you leaned back.

“Not unless it’s warranted.”

You laughed again, but it came out more as a shaky exhale. “And you’re surprised I’m sleeping differently.”

You repressed the urge to flinch when he brought one of his hands up, relief soothing the adrenaline somewhat when he reached for a corner of the jacket and began to gently pull on it. You took the hint and stood up while eyeing him warily.

“I made the comment because you usually sleep on your back.” He brushed his hand along the back to clear the dust from the St. Peter’s Cross. “You’ve resigned to sleeping on your stomach now.”

You blinked, tears of irritation still dripping from your eye, which you wiped away in annoyance. “What’s your point?”

He stood to his full height and shrugged on the jacket, straightening the lapel and running a hand down one of his arms to brush off the remaining dust. “For someone suffering from poor sleep, being on your stomach is going to increase those problems, not improve them.”

You hummed. “I wasn’t under the impression that you cared about anything other than the objects you obtained.”

“On the contrary, if I cared for them I would not get rid of them once I admired them.”

You paused for a moment, mulling over the information that just made you feel heavier, and you placed a hand on the guardrail for support.

“You tore apart my shop… ripped me from the life I had made simply so you could what? Read the original copy of a book created nearly 200 years ago without paying for it?”

He smiled. “And you placed it right into my hands, so tell me who is more responsible for your position between the two of us?”

“Why am I even here, Chrollo?” You sighed, too tired to stop the words from slipping out. “Whether it’s my own fault or not, whether I am getting sleep or not, what does it matter?! You said so yourself, I have nothing more that you want!”

“I said you don’t possess anything else I want.”

“Then what?!” Your voice was raised enough that it echoed throughout the building. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the heads of Machi and the others turn towards you briefly before going back to their own business and you felt a small amount of heat creep up your cheeks.

You forgot you weren’t alone.

“What else do you want from me?”

Debris crunched softly under his boots as he closed the distance once more, and you only resisted slightly when he brought his left hand underneath your chin.

“What, indeed?” He mused, keeping your face towards his with his index finger while his thumb traced over your chin. “When the value of things is more arbitrary rather than based on an official system...”

You grimaced, pulling back out of instinct from the hand that was giving you a terrible sensation of deja vu, but he kept you rooted in place.

The way he had trailed off made the silence that followed heavy with something you were undoubtedly missing - the obvious lost to the fog of an exhausted mind. Your grimace deepened when he ran his other hand along the length of your arm and rested it on your shoulder - the callus of his palm against your skin feeling like that of sand, and you braced yourself to be pulled downwards into the inky depths of black you had become so familiar with… but it never came.

One last tear fell from your eye, but even you weren’t sure if it was left over from the irritation, or from something else as your tired mind slid things into place.

“Are you going to get rid of me?” You asked. “Once you’ve admired me?”

He smiled again, but didn’t answer.

And silence was shared once again.

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novasdarling · 2 years

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Hey, I was the one who requested 'Bait' and you did it perfectly <3 even better than anything I could have ever imagined!! If I may have another request, can I request Chrollo with a darling who was a slave before he found them? As in, they have a special ability or appearance/trait (similar to the Kurta's eyes) that got them enslaved, and Chrollo took them for himself? Thank you very much, your writing is amazing!!

Hey, I didn't feel comfortable writing about slaves. So I did more focused on having a gift exploited. Like how Neon was exploited by her dad, but the reader doesn't get to live so lavishly which I guess could be read as a slave in a way...

Power Hungry

TW: Exploitation of a Nen power, Child Labour for a bit, Kidnapping, Mentions of Murder and violence, Female Reader in Mind when Writing.

Life was never an easy thing. Even as a child, you were used and tormented. Your parents had realized your gift when you were young, capitalizing on its ability. The first time it happened you were only a young kid, barely even 5. There was a bird that had flew into your bedroom window. You felt so terrible, rushing outside to see if you could help it. You had no real way to help it, deep down you knew that. Perhaps that’s why you held it and cried. Wishing for something to happen. For the bird to just get better and fly away. The next thing you knew there was a glow coming from your hands. Looking down, you were shocked to see it was you who was glowing. The bird was slowly getting up. It was alive. It’s bent wing was now straightening out. Once the light was gone, the bird was fine. Looking up at you as if it hadn't been near death a moment ago. Just as fast as it arrived, it left. You wanted to show everyone, but the bird had left. No one would have believed you if your mother hadn't been watching from the kitchen window. After all, you were just a child with an active imagination.

That would have been the end of it, unless you had a sudden urge to go into the medical field. That’s all it would have been, an odd memory as a child that you never could explain. You would have lived a simple life, probably would have never left your home town. But times got hard, your parents needed the extra cash. You had an ability that many wished to poses. You didn't blame them, they weren't prepared to have a child. Didn't have the finances or resources. You had been an accident. You were their ticket out, a way to a better life.

It was harsh, most of the time you weren't sure where you were. Your parents would drop you off. Occasionally you would fall asleep in bed, only to be woken up in the car by your dad to get ready for another job. Out for another full day before they came back for you. Then a few days later, it started all over again. The jobs entailed healing hunters or others of the government. To helping what you would later find out to be the mafia. They paid the best. Seeing such sights at a young age was difficult, but no matter how much you cried to your parents to not go back. They would lead you back into the car for another job.

Having a job every few days, usually once a week. Suddenly went to a job almost every day when your dad’s drinking got worse. Then along came gambling and to him, you were a solution. Your mother couldn’t help, she had her own issues. All you could tell yourself was at least you had more food on your plate now and the occasioanl new outfit that wasn't made from trash material. When you got older you were passed off to a ‘handler’. A man your parents deemed trusting enough to care for you. Your parents didn't want to continue driving you hours away for a job. Especially when your father was usually too drunk to even find his keys. The man was cruel but hid it well. Your parents never said anything, just brushed off bruises and your complaints.

As you got older, you learned tricks. How to avoid your handler, avoid your parents, make your employers happy no matter how grotesque it was. You got good at lying. That was until you were called for a certain job that would take days to get to. It was paying more than anything you had ever got, though most would go towards your parents and the handler. You would get enough for some food and new clothes if you were lucky. The handler drove you off. It was a job resurrecting the dead, something you had only actually done on a human once before. It was difficult and would take you days.

“You do the job and then leave. Okay? This bunch is, well worse than what we’ve dealt with before.”

“Worse than the mafia? I’m shocked.”

You weren't, it was only a matter of time until your talents were called on by something worse than what you’ve dealt with before. Your handler gave you the run down, not to speak unless spoken, to mind your business, don’t even look anyone in the eye. Rules that would keep you alive.

Once you arrived, there was a woman waiting for you, with short black hair and glasses. Along with a man, short with a similar short shaggy dark hairstyle. They barely greeted you, mainly just shooed your handler off, then lead you away. It was hard to tell where you were. It was dark, the forest you were in looked like any other. The long silent walk led you to a building. Rundown, obviously abandoned, or at least until they came along. It was pushed back far off the road. Far enough from any town, ensuring no one would wonder by. Walking in, you were soon met by others. People of odd backgrounds you guessed. You knew better than to question who they were, but apart of you was curious. Your guess landing on some fraction of the mafia, but worse. Probably hitman the mafia used. You had heard some of them were demons roaming the earth. Taking lives without a second thought.

“Welcome, my name is Chrollo. Hope my friends haven’t been too rude.”

The voice was coming from a man entering the room. He was tall with black hair. He had a unique look to him, along with his clothes. An odd jacket with a feathered collar without a top under. Strange fashion statement, but who were you to judge?

“Yes, uh, they’ve been very welcoming. I’m the healer.” You introduced yourself.

“Yes, you’ve made quite a name for yourself. Impressive I will say. Though, hope this doesn’t offend you.” He began making his way towards you. “I’m a bit of a disbeliever.”

That makes sense, most were in the beginning until they saw you in action. You nodded, explaining how you would be happy to show the rumours weren't just rumours. He led you to one of the others in the room, pointed at them and asked you to demonstrate. There was nothing visibly wrong with them. But using your ability you took another look. The wound seemed to glow to you, a broken wrist. Small really, an easy fix compared to what they really wanted you for. Without waiting, you asked if you could touch the man. Not wanting him to kill you for touching him without permission. Once he nodded, you did your work. Placing your hand on his wrist. Letting the light from your palms heal the injury. They all stared. Amazed by how easily you did it. Once done you turned towards the man named Chrollo.

“Amazing. So different from the other healers I’ve seen.” He took the man's wrist in his hand, analyzing it. “Do you need anything before we get started?”

“Just a few moments of rest before I try. I’ll need everything I’ve got.”

He led you away from everyone, to a different room where you saw your target. He was huge, like he was the height of two of you. His weight, it was well over twice yours. This was going to take longer than expected. A person his size, it would take days' worth of energy to bring back. You turned towards Chrollo, trying to explain the issue. You were advised to never let anyone know the full truth of your power. Hell, even your parents and handler only had a version of the power you gave them.

“That’s fine. I will let your handler know.”

“He’ll ask for more.” You didn’t want to look him in the eye. Saying something like this to someone like him could have gotten you killed.

Chrollo stared at you. Analyzing how your posture changed. How you shrunk into yourself. It was obvious you weren't found the man.

“Of course, he will. It only makes sense.”

He left you alone. Before you started the process, you needed a better look at your subject. Moving around the man you studied the man. Huge and dead, and also decomposing. It was the worst state you had seen anyone. This wasn’t going to be easy. Not only would you have to bring someone dead back, but you would also have to reconstruct the parts decomposing first. It wasn’t going to be painless.

You started that night, taking breaks when you were brought food and to sleep. Chrollo seemed to care, bringing you the food himself. Even asking what you preferred. It was odd how he was supposed to be the leader of this group. This group that was somehow worse than anything you had encountered before, was treating you the best. It was confusing, you wanted to enjoy it. Thank him even for being so caring, but this was a job. A job for the worst of the worse. You knew better than to think he was kind, he was simply keeping his employee alive and energized.

Days had passed and all you managed to do was restore the body. His size was making it difficult. Simply getting this man to look alive was draining you intensely. It seemed like you would be here longer than two weeks. The pay would still be worth it even you were there for a month. It wasn’t like the job was difficult in the sense of danger. Oddly enough, you felt pretty safe there. Chrollo began to linger longer as the days went by. Watching as you worked. Asking a few questions every so often. Choosing your answer carefully, knowing that lying wouldn’t pass well, but telling you the truth wasn't an option. He seemed fascinated with the little you offered. Watching as your arms roamed the man’s body. Your palms finding a broken limb or damaged skin and glowing. He even approached you, standing behind you while you worked. His eyes staring intensely at your hands. Some days you swore he got so close he was right up against you. Brushing his body against yours.

“May I?” Chrollo was pointing towards your hands.

You nodded and put your hands out towards him. He took them and began analyzing them. Running his rough hands over yours. Looking at every crease and scratch. You just watched as he ran his hands over yours and up your arms. The feeling was odd, having the man who hired you feeling you.

“Quite extraordinary. You certainly are amazing to have around.”

You thanked him, taking your hands back. Turning around you went back to work. Chrollo didn’t move, staying close behind you. Watching as your hands began to heal again.

Finally, you had the man almost back to begin alive. All there was left was his heart. Something unnatural had killed him. Something you weren't too knowledgeable with. It felt familiar, although you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“It was nen.”

You almost jumped out of your skin at his voice. Chrollo had once again snuck up behind you. He was good at not letting others know when he was there. Sometimes you would turn around and he would just be there. Sitting with a plate of food for you. Typically, he would sit there until you noticed or until the food was about to get cold.

His response made no sense. What was nen? Some weapon that was used?

“You don’t know do you?”

Obviously, you didn’t. You had no idea what he was saying. Yet, instead of explaining he laughed and told you to focus on removing what you felt on his heart rather than healing it like a wound. Your look of confusion didn’t leave, only when he came up behind you. Grabbing your waist to spin you back around. Your back pressed against his chest. Once you were facing the body again, he held your hands back out towards his chest.

“Focus. Focus on the feeling that’s blocking his heart. As if it’s a blanket you need to take off. Tear through the blockage and peel it away.”

It made sense in an odd way. It seemed you wouldn’t get much more of an explanation than that. So, you worked like he suggested. Trying to tear away at what you felt blocking his heart. It was more difficult than anything you had ever done. This ‘blanket’ was powerful and didn’t wish to budge.

Taking Chrollo’s advice, you worked and worked for a few hours until you felt a shift in power. A shift on the hold this nen had on this man's heart. Bit by bit, it tore away. Leaving you with his bare heart. You could finally restart it. By the next morning, the man’s blood was coursing through him again. Though, he wouldn’t wake for a few more days. It would take a while for his heart to come back fully. You explained everything to Chrollo. He seemed pleased this man would be alive again shortly. He must have been a part of this group.

“Could you let my handler know I’m ready?”

He looked at you and nodded. Heading out, hopefully, to make the call. You were left alone. Hoping to be gone as soon as possible. Though, knowing your handler. By the time he arrived, you’d just be picked up for another job. Even after promising you a break. So, you quietly sat and waited. Going over the man you had healed. You had truly done something incredible. Something you had never done before. Hell, this was probably the biggest thing you will ever accomplish. You couldn’t help, but be proud.

“Let’s go.”

Chrollo had walked back into the room a few hours later. Walking towards you and grabbing at your arm to lead you up. He was being rough, he was dragging you out of the room.

“Is my handler here?”

“No, change of plans.”

There was no time to question him. He was dragging you out the room and through parts of the building you hadn't seen before. He never let go of you, even when you were tripping over your own feet. Almost falling to the ground, but before you could. His hand just gripped you tighter and pulled you up. Continuing on his route. You couldn’t even ask where you were going or what happened because when you tried, he would brush you off. Finally, you two arrived at a door leading out of the building. You hadn't seen the outside since you arrived. There weren’t any windows in that room and none in the halls or bathroom. Outside was a car parked by the door.

“Get in.” Chrollo opened the door of the black car. You paused. It wasn’t your handler’s, there was no way he would be able to get such a nice car.

“This isn’t-”

You were shoved into the passenger side of the car before you could finish your sentence. The door slammed behind you. When you tried to open it, to argue with Chrollo and try to find out more. You were unable to, the door was locked. Watching as he went around to the driver's side and climbed in. He didn’t bother looking at you, simply started the car and pulled onto the road.

“Hey, this wasn’t part of the agreement. I’m not supposed to le-”

“Rule set in place by your handler?” You nodded. “Well, he won't be a problem anymore.”

He didn’t need to say more. With those words, there were only two possibilities. He either paid your handler off, bought you basically. Or there was no more handler. Either way, there was no going back. No going home. You were stuck with someone worse than anyone you had ever dealt with before.

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babydaddyleorio · 3 years

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How they would act on a plane

These are very much crack headcanons because I needed something to help me escape my writing plateau lmao

How they would act on a plane

Chrollo

-If he’s sitting next to a girl? Oh he’s flirting the whole plane ride.

-Literally won’t shut up and tells her this very extravagant story trying to woo her, the whole time eyeing the necklace that’s placed on her neck.

-Also did I mention that he’s in first class? Yeah he definitely tied up some guy in the bathroom and “borrowed” his ticket.

-He’ll order drinks for him and the girl and will secretly pay for them with her money.

-A true finesser.

-Even the flight attendants love him. He has so many numbers now.

-If he does happen to sit by himself, he’ll probably read a book while listening to classical music.

-He refuses to sleep because he feels like he has enemies everywhere watching him.

-like please you are not the main character Chrollo take the damn nap.

Shalnark

-He's on his phone the whole time but he’s so obnoxious with it. He purposefully has his volume all the way up just to annoy everyone around him.

-He’ll play games like candy crush and laughs super loudly If he makes a match and groans sadly If he runs out lives.

-The old man next to him wants to bang his head against the chair in front of him because he literally won’t shut up.

-Doesn’t put his phone on airplane mode.

-Probably hacks into the plane. Literally will make the bathroom have the occupied sign on the whole plane ride so no one could use It.

-Has a needle in the pilot’s neck just for fun.

-Also has the plane doing loopity loops in the sky and everyone is screaming for their lives while he’s just laughing evilly.

-Claps when the plane lands.

Feitan

-He just reads the whole ride.

-If you accidentally brush his arm he gives you a death glare.

-He has to jump to reach the overhead because it’s too high.

-He woke up way too early so he’s in a “I hate everyone” type of mood.

-Hisses when the person beside him tries to open up the window.

-He accidentally sits next to an escape exit and when the flight attendant asks him If he’s ready to save others just in case something happens he’s like “....No.”

-Refuses to change his answer too

-Listens to music on his playlist and silently pretends to be in a music video.

Franklin

-Takes up all of the space and squishes you.

-You wonder how the hell his earlobes got that long and he would say something smart to you like “It’s rude to stare.”

-Well excuse me...

-Someone in front him will lean back in their seat and their hair covers the movie he’s watching.

-Is scared to move it so he just sits there like “😐”.

-All the drinks are too small to fit in his hand so he awkwardly sips from the straw that’s poked in his apple juice box.

-Someone ends up leaning their head on his shoulder while they are sleeping.

-Doesn’t know what to do now and is frantically looking around for help.

Machi

-Knitting or sewing the whole time.

-Do not try to talk to her. She won’t respond.

-Has a window seat because she likes to peacefully look at the clouds and city lights as she’s sewing.

-Also to imagine Hisoka falling from the sky without a parachute.

-Ah, so tranquil.

-Doesn’t like riding on planes because they’re kind of scary. She would never tell anyone that though.

-Wanted to sit next to Pakunoda but instead got stuck sitting next to a chihuahua who won’t stop yapping at her the entire ride.

-Has to stop herself from yeeting it out the window.

-The dog will see he’s not getting through to her, so he’ll slowly raise his leg up and Machi will literally start screaming at what he’s trying to do.

-Yeah she hates her life.

Shizuku

-You can hear pierce the veil blasting from her headphones.

-Binky has its own seat for some reason.

-She goes to the bathroom and once she sees that It’s occupied (kudos to Shalnark) she will turn to go back to her seat but already forgot where she sits.

-The type to bring a book that she never reads.

-If the person next to her is watching a movie, she’ll change It simply because she doesn't like It.

-There’s one flight attendant constantly flirting with her and she gets a lot of free drinks because of them.

-Of course she never catches on and forgets who they are every time they try to talk to her.

Phinks

-Will argue with the flight attendant about how expensive the peanuts are.

-After like five minutes, he finally buys the peanuts and once he’s about to eat them the turbulence becomes so strong that It makes them fly everywhere.

-He has to resist the urge to punch the air.

-Phinks has to have an aisle seat because he gets paranoid easily.

-Phinks will try to go to sleep but there will be a kid constantly kicking the back of his chair.

-He will turn around and would be about to throat punch the kid when suddenly he sees how hot his mom is.

-Simp mode activated.

-He’ll try to flirt with the mom but the kid will notice and he ends up “accidentally” squirting his drink in Phinks face.

-Yeah It’s on sight when he gets off the plane.

Nobunaga

-Watches a movie, probably one dealing with samurai.

-Somehow got past security with his Katana?

-Most likely because of Shalnark

-Ate really bad airport food which messed up his stomach.

-Feels sick and tries to hold It in, but you can tell by his face that he’s struggling. The old lady beside him stares with wide eyes once she hears his stomach literally start beat boxing.

-He runs down the aisle clenching his cheeks and knocks harshly on the bathroom door, but he sees that sign says occupied.

-Nobunaga is shouting at the non-existent person in there to hurry up holding his stomach.

-Shalnark Is eating popcorn and laughing at Nobunaga as he watches him through the security camera.

-Goes to ask the flight attendant for hemorrhoid cream

Pakunoda

-Is really nice and will talk to you If you start a conversation with her

-Has earbuds packed for the altitudes and offers you some as well

-Turns her brightness down as she reads smut on her phone. Literally turned her whole body and everything so no one could see the words.

-Her face is so red as she stares at her phone and the flight attendant is so concerned that they ask if she’s okay. Pakunoda jumps so high and almost chucks her phone once she sees them standing over her, scared that they’ll see that she commented “😩💦” under the fanfic.

-Brings homemade snacks and sandwiches that no one wants

-Has a window seat because she wanted to look out the window and see how small the land is below her

-Unlike Machi, Pakunoda has a cat sitting next to her and the cat absolutely loves her.

-Will probably steal it

Uvogin

-sleeps the whole ride with a mask over his eyes and a neck pillow that he swiped from someone earlier.

-He snores sooo loudly and everyone around him is irritated because they can’t go to sleep because of It

-He would eat all the food on the plane

-Is the type to laugh very loudly at the movie playing or give commentary about each scene that’s happening

-Didn’t bring any luggage with him and… yeah...

-His head touches the ceiling of the plane and Its really uncomfortable

-Has no Idea where he’s going but got on the plane anyway

Hisoka (honorable mention)

-Somehow sits in first class with Chrollo and once Chrollo sees him he almost loses his shit

- “This seat is taken.” Chrollo would say while staring straight ahead but Hisoka ignores him and sits down anyway.

- “Do you not enjoy my company?” He’d tease while licking his lips.

-Chrollo immediately gets him kicked out.

-So now he’s stuck in economy with the rest of the troupe. None of them let him sit with them either.

-Finds an empty seat and sits down In it and starts laughing to himself because he’s plotting on how to get back to first class.

-The person sitting next to Hisoka is legit terrified and they side eye him the whole ride while clutching their bag to their chest.

-Will trip people walking down the aisle with his bungee gum.

-He would purposefully take his time to get his bag out, creating a long line for no reason.

-Whole time doesn’t even have a bag.

-Is banned from ever riding a plane again.

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sweettodo · 3 years

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a simple competition.

⟿ Hisoka Morow x freader x Chrollo Lucilfer

Includes : threesome, toys, smut, not even a good plot but yk, consumption of alcohol

word count : 2,7k.

my last little surprise for you guys, some more threesum action .... here you go puppies. THX FOR 300 [ almost 400 rn :) ] <3 !!! your favorite men at your disposal... [y/n is aged].

fun fact, I'm eating takis rn, are these spicier than usual or am I imagining things ? i’m also watching ‘malcolm and marie’ AMAZING movie, i highly suggest it, the dynamic of the two is so detailed, such a good movie.

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Maybe it wasn't a clever idea to drink, but once you attained that nice and warm sensation in your gut, there was certainly nothing stopping you from finishing the already half-empty bottle of pink whitney.

Laying sprawled out on the couch, staring at the ceiling as the room slowly spins around you. Content and relaxed with your position.

It wasn't your fault, Pakudona reassuring you that it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun tonight, that Chrollo wouldn't heed if you crashed here for the night, he was tipsy, manspreading on the other end of the couch, eyes puffy and glossed over, enjoying the quiet.

Music was playing thirty minutes previously, but as the night went on, one by one, the others hit the road to sleep off their intoxication, it was already past midnight.

One person had yet to leave, that was Hisoka... of course.

He wandered back into the living room, plopping down next to you and your friend on the couch, "leaving anytime soon? Y/n?"

You shook your head, "staying the night." Hisoka's arched eyebrows rise, a little smile tugging at the niche of his mouth.

"Is that so?" Chrollo sits up, staring at the kaleidoscopic man, a sarcastic undergone on his tongue.

"That's what happens when you drive here, and drink" You nod, "although I didn't quite intend on you staying the night, Morow." He hums, Hisoka pinches the corner of the thin card, waving it back and forth teasingly.

"I can't let you have our playmate all to yourself," you roll your eyes.

"It's not like that," you mutter, staring the magician in the eyes, "I couldn't leave if I wanted to."

"That is true," Chrollo interjects, "that doesn't mean you want to leave though, is it?" you shrug.

"No, I wanna stay, got an issue with that?" you ask, he shakes his head.

"Of course not- although, I suppose Hisoka would be better off on his way."

You estimated things would only get progressively worse from here, the moment Hisoka's bloodlust began to fill the air, you felt this was your cue; before you're able to leave the room, Hisoka's hand is fastened around your wrist, sitting you back down.

"Oh, you can't flee now," dread fills your face, "come on, we might as well finish the conversation."

You and Chrollo both knew what he was talking about. No matter how petty or pathetic, it appears to be that the rivalry between the two never seemed to subside, even drunk.

"Go on, since you have so much to say."

"Am I wrong for thinking my friend is a pretty girl? I seem to remind her more than you do."

"You seem to think you own her, it's pitiful honestly, " Blushing, you look down at your thighs, "do you think she's pretty, Chrollo?"

"I do. I think she knows that right?" you peek up at him, he gleams and tilts his head.

"Look at her, my, you must like us flattering you." You shake your head.

"That's because you neglect to tell her more often, does Chrollo ever call you pretty?" with Hisoka pushing Chrollo's every button, tensions were surging, both men now at the edge of their seats- literally.

"No, he doesn't," you speak, the magician letting out a deep chuckle, you felt like you were being scrutinized, the eyes burning into you felt poisonous and dour, you felt minuscule compared to them.

"I could do so much better than call you pretty, right kitten?" your heart sinks to your stomach, gulping hard. It was too hard to look at them in the eyes as you sunk further into the couch.

"Are we making you nervous?"

The inquiry continues.

"Yeah- you are." You retort, "you guys are talking about me like I'm not here."

"Then let's ask the lady herself, y/n." Looking up to meet Hisoka's gaze, "who do you think could take better care of you?"

Heart pounding out of your chest, your stomach filled with butterflies, "I- I don't know, I've never thought about it." Laughing, you look to see Chrollo, who's standing to his feet.

"I think I know a way to help you decide," smug smile peeking from his face, "unless you don't want to?"

A single nod is all they needed to know, Hisoka standing to his feet, seeing how you sat on the couch as still as a statue, "please don't be so tense, you know how good we are to you." Hisoka slowly picks up your hand.

He's steering you to your feet, "what do you have in mind, Chrollo?" the man leading you two upstairs.

"I think I have something that'll work out for all of us."

The dress you wore to this get-together now seemed like you were exposed, bare, and vulnerable, you knew what their agenda was, you didn't fancy the idea of being the center of attention.

Chrollo slowly clicking open his door, walking in, and promptly turning on the light, you're led to the side of his king-sized bed, his room was both contemporary and warm, comforting feeling; the walls a deep vermilion, the sheets plush, soft and black tones.

"We should leave it up to our little kitten to decide," the buttons on his shirt slowly coming undone, stopping at his sternum.

"What do you think, Morow?" Hisoka looks at you with low eyes.

"I'll go first."

Chrollo stalks towards you, sitting there falling apart at the seams, Chrollo's large and reaching behind your ear, thumb gently caressing your jawline, side to side, "you okay with this? Sweetheart?" you nod, the name sending jolts between your thighs.

Hisoka's rubbing your bare leg, sitting next to you on the mattress as his fingertips trail up and down, his hand stopping inside your thigh and pressing a leg open, Chrollo clasping your other knee and you lay on your back

"I'll get some time to please you, Hisoka gets the same when I'm done, yes?"

You're breathless, Hisoka grabbing you and pressing your back against him, his hands pinching the seams of your dress, "cute little dress- you should wear it more often for me." He hums, rolling it up, your thighs buckled together while lifting your back off the mattress, the dress sitting bunched up at your hips, the panties you wore sitting on your hips.

"My, who knew she would wear something so- revealing." Arms linking around your own, Hisoka keeps you completely locked in place.

"Did you wear these for me? Kitten?" Chrollo asks, shaking your head no.

Tugging at the little strong which hardly kept you covered, “I'll keep these, yeah?” you nod, the pants of Chrollo’s fingers barely ticking you, brushing against your already anxious body.

"Stay still for me, okay?"

"Okay." You breathe.

Hand leaning over past Hisoka, he's opening up the drawer beside his bed.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the little pink toy, compact in nothing bugger than four inches long, he sits on the bed in front of you, bringing the little object to your core.

He switches it on the lowest setting, the only noise in the room was the quiet buzzing of the vibrator as he barely touches your clit, the tiniest contact with the toy having your chest rise and fall, "keep these open for me, okay princess?" his fingers hook below your panties, pulling them down and placing them beside him.

"Such a pretty pussy, don't you think, Hisoka?" You're gnawing on your bottom lip from the teasing little touches with the toy, he was doing this on purpose; your legs laid open, the other man holding your arms to where you couldn't do anything if you wanted to.

"It is, I'm sure it's even prettier when it's cumming,"

Chrollo finally presses the vibrator onto your clit, he leans over your cunt, spitting, your mouth opens, the saliva hardly cooling your excited cunt.

He uses his free hand to finish unbuttoning his shirt, dropping it on the floor, he leans down leveled to your cunt, holding your leg over his broad and muscular shoulder, his tongue licking a stripe towards your occupied clit. Your body shakes, digging further into Hisoka's chest, he holds you tighter.

"Fuck, p-please!" you gasp, wanting to dig your hands into his hair, thrashing against Hisoka's arms, "let me touch-" your pleads fall on deaf ears, Chrollo’s tongue swirling into you in sinful ways, your legs twitching, the toy too much to handle.

The euphoric feeling of the overstimulation sending a pool of cream right onto Chrollo's tongue, lapping up every drop of you.

You were dizzy, Chrollo drinking up all of your essences, his hand pressed into your thigh to keep you from buckling onto him, your back grinding against the pressure of Hisoka's growing erection, his hands had grabbed the straps of your dress, one by one pulling them down and releasing your tits from the braless dress.

It's almost too good to be true- the man spending a dangerous amount of time eating your pussy like it was his very last meal, tasting everything he possibly could, the vibrator maintaining its spot in little circles around your swollen and screaming clit.

Ripping orgasm after orgasm out of your body, you're dripping sweat, he pulls off of you, your cum covering his reddish swollen lips, chin soaked. You looked a wreck, makeup streaming down your face, legs numb, his head coming to yours, he kisses your panting lips, releasing you from Hisoka.

The taste of your cum filling your mouth, his tongue licking past your bottom lip and into your mouth.

"Take this off." tearing at your dress, peeling it over your head, unzipping his pants, "you're gonna straddle me and stay still, is that okay with you, kitty?"

"O-okay, what about Hisoka?" Grabbing your hips, you straddle him. He raises you a little.

"He's gonna watch me make you cum a few more times-" hissing in the air as he assists you to slide down onto his cock, the stretch was unbearable, but you push through, trying not to slouch over in pain.

"-hurts, bad!" You sob.

"You take me so well, it'll only hurt for a second, promise."

His hand's move, one to your waist and one loosely around your throat as he holds you up to get a better grip on your already weakened body.

Keeping eye contact with Hisoka as your body is demolished by the man beneath you, eyes boring into you seductively, captivated by your mess of a face.

You felt as if you were being torn in half, crying out his name as he knew just how to fuck you; fucking your pussy just right.

Fucking you so hard you were going numb.

"Gonna cum! Gonna cum again!" you screamed, head falling back as you searched desperately for air, Chrollo rolling his hips into you as he released you, slumping to his chest, his chest stick from sweat.

"You wanna be filled with my seed, kitty?" Nodding in his shoulder.

"Please fill me- I want your cum,"

The feeling of his cum seeping down his cock and deep into your beaten-up cunt, his breath heavy against your ear.

You sit up, large arms wrapping from behind you and pulling you off of your straddle, Chrollo getting off the bed to clean himself off as Hisoka sits you on the bed, tucking your hair behind your ear gently, smiling as you look up at him, blurred eyes.

"My my, I don't think she can handle it, or can you?"

"I-I can, trust me." He smiles, pleased with your answer, his soft hands taking up your arm before leaning you back, onto your back, he was sweaty, so his shirt was clinging to his body, his hair was messily draped over his shoulders, pulling his tie loose while standing between your open legs, "let me see your wrists, princess."

He's leading you against the bed frame, linking your hands together and finishing off the knot around the post of the frame, the man getting on his knees between your legs, letting his shirt hand open as his hands work at his slacks, unbuckling the leather belt and tossing it to the side, "you look so innocent, tied up and quiet as a mouse, even after you just got fucked out," he pushes down his pants, erection throbbing from underneath his underwear.

The area between your legs throb, he was beyond ready to feel your walls tighten around him, he was ready to hear you begging for more.

He needed to one-up Chrollo.

He lifts your hips, your legs propped against his thighs while remaining restrained, his tip aiming into you accordingly before pushing into your beaten cunt.

His arm propped, flexing as he grips the headboard, drilling into your cunt with no tenderness, he spares you no pain as he ruts into you, ready to split you in half the instant he saw you spilling cum at the hands of his rival.

The size of him left you perplexed, the way he was splitting you open while bringing you to an indescribable state of heaven had you a sloppy mess, the thick cock he had with his veins filling in the little nerves you had yet to feel seconds earlier. He filled you, and he filled you well.

Hisoka fucks you until your head is blank, eyes seeing white, one of his hands gripping your hip, keeping you from laying fully on your back.

You try to cry put to him, and he notices.

He slows only slightly, rolling his hips back and forth into you so you can speak, "s-so good, it feels so good!"

Each rut of his hips sends you into oblivion, the way his hips bumped and clashed against your body left you spitting out a mantra of his name, Chrollo inches away from you, rolling your perked nipple in between his fingers, sending chills up your body.

Hisoka brings his eyes to you, "joining in, my friend?" Chrollo pulls his hand back, you almost find yourself whining.

“Did I fuck you better, y/n?” Chrollo taunts, his lips barely pressing against the life of your ear, “is Hisoka making you feel good?” Hisoka's beautiful golden eyes stalk you, waiting for your answer; stabbing right into your soul.

“Answer him, go on, kitten; did he fill you as good as I am?”

The questions were throwing you in for a loop, your stomach twisted, digging your head back deeper into the pillow of Chrollo’s bed.

“Fill me, please- daddy.” You cry, you longed to touch him, to feel his soft hair as he pummeled into you; you tugged on your wrists softly, already weak, the tied limbs going numb and tingling.

Before you know it, another orgasm is torn out of you; groaning out as you tightened and clenching around him, body once again convulsing, legs tightening around Hisoka’s waist. Each time they made you cum, the more came spilling from your cunt, it was almost unreal how much the bed was soaked, how soaked your thighs were, Hisoka’s pants being stained in the process.

This pretty little soaked pussy, sucking me in so good.” Panting, his head falls back, his dick quaver’s while his thrusts become more staggered, hand gripping tighter around your already sore hip.

His seed bathes both you and his cock, hips sputtering as he slowly slips out of your abused cunt. your head spinning, a panting mess at you blink and stare at the ceiling.

You could barely move, the men in the room throwing on clothes, hearing zippers, you lift your head.

Chrollo hands you a blanket, draping it over your body.

Sitting up, the blanket around you, you look at the two men who were fiddling around doing nothing but looming around the room.

While Hisoka buttons up his shirt, he tilts his head towards you, “tired, princess?” you nod.

A devious smirk dances on your lips, they look at you confused, “perhaps though, I might need another round, you know- to decide who was better.”

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shirophantomvox · 3 years

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Chrollo, Hisoka, and Illumi Headcanons

Chrollo, Hisoka, Illumi, and Leorio headcanons

Hello, anon! I am so sorry for taking longer than usual to respond to this post. I have been so busy with A LOT lately but I have time now! I don’t know if you want N/SFW, romantic or non so I’ll go based on what comes to mind! I know many Tumblr users have made these types of assumptions for them a lot but I wanted to join in. I started writing this last night so forgive me if there are any unbearable grammar errors. I hope you like it anon, I tried my best. I have to work on my headcanons for them because I try to keep them in character. Since we don’t have much background info on ⅔, I have to keep it as realistic as possible. FYI N/SFW content is mentioned.

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Let’s start with Chrollo.

Chrollo (SFW)

I’ve seen on here that a lot of you headcanon Chrollo to be an understanding man when it comes to feelings for his significant other. Given his soft voice and calm demeanor, I’m sure that is somewhat true.

It seems like Chrollo isn’t on board with over-the-top PDA meaning he would agree to hand-holding and his arm around you but nothing more. He saves the...other stuff for when you two are alone. Because of Chrollo’s past, it seems like he wouldn’t want to be seen in public that much because that can cause him to get caught by the authorities.

He takes your safety very seriously. You understand that when he is with the Phantom Troupe that you are not to interrupt until the business is over. He doesn’t allow you to get involved with the missions because of how dangerous they can be (example: the auction). He knows you can handle it, he prefers for you not to be involved. Feelings and work can make things difficult.

Although Chrollo hides in the shadows, I imagine he lives in a penthouse with expensive furniture, white and black color pattern, and large windows that have an astonishing view of Yorknew.

After you both have worked long and hard, you open the door just to see the lights dimmed so dark that it matches the night atmosphere. There are rose petals leading to the bathroom where a bubble bath is waiting. As you enter the bathroom, your boyfriend is waiting there, submerged in bubbles sticking his arms out. Candles light up the tiny room casting a romantic shadow from your body. You grab his hand and gently sit in the tub. The warm water felt amazing; it helped your aching muscles (from exercising) feel better. Chrollo gently grabbed your arm and pulled you into a warm, loving embrace. He wrapped his toned arms around your body and rested his chin on your shoulder. He didn’t say a word but instead breathed heavily, kissed your shoulder, and leaned back against the wall. On days like this, he didn’t say much but his actions spoke louder than words.

Chrollo NSFW

I think Chrollo is a passionate lover. This assumption comes from his calm demeanor. He seems to be incredibly patient so if you aren’t positioning yourself the right way or something, he’ll work with you to make sure you get it and you are comfortable.

He is touchy. That means during the nitty-gritty, he likes to touch your face, chin, lips, and your torso as a way to show more affection.

When he is in the mood, he moves slowly then very fast. He cannot resist the urges and feelings he has for you.

He loves to do this while the drapes are open although you have expressed that you like your privacy. It’s ironic. He doesn’t like extreme PDA but is ok with sleeping with you while the lights from the city shine near your penthouse window. Ah, guys are confusing.

After the climax, he lays flat on the bed and pulls you close. He leaves about an inch in between because heat is still radiating off your bodies and it’s summertime.

Hisoka (SFW) If his significant other was shy.

People have mixed feelings about Hisoka, feelings, and whether or not if he is gentle or not. I don’t think that Hisoka is gentle but begins to lay off the harsh jokes or pranks as he sees that you both have fought before and you’re not as weak as he thought.

Unlike Chrollo, he is all for PDA. This ranges from hand holding to playful kisses to passionate kisses. When I saw Hisoka for the first time, I immediately thought he was a fuck boy. A fuck boy is a boy that is only interested in sleeping with someone and doesn’t intend on pursuing a relationship.

He’d take the pleasure of appreciating your presence as well as testing your patience. If you are shy and are easily flustered, he will change that. He’ll do things like kissing you, calling you affectionate names, or anything that will cause you to respond. You hit him jokingly. Still not getting the message, he continues and you hit him harder. This is where he releases a medium moan which causes everyone to look in your direction. You freeze; face flushed and he’s laughing his ass off.

“What’s the matter,” he asks, covering his mouth. “You look flushed~♥.”

“You’re doing too much. Stop playing around! People are staring~💯.” You cover the side of your face. True enough you were a little mortified but in a good way. You knew he did this because he liked you but sometimes he played too much.

This is when he pulls you closer to his face, your ear next to his mouth, and whispers something in your ear that sent chills down your spine that made you blush more than before. He nearly puckered his lips as he spoke. He took his index finger and thumb to caress your cheek.

“Raising your voice at me? That simply won’t do. Aren’t you aware of the consequences~♥?”

You knew better than to not say anything because he would cup your cheeks and pull you into a deep kiss, and wouldn’t let go until he was sure that everyone was looking.

Both of you enjoy red, white, and rose wine. To him, wine equals classiness and sophistication. After fighting each other for hours (which he considers training for you and exercise for him) drinking wine and watching Lifetime (television for idiots) is a great way to end the night.

NSFW

As stated above, I originally thought that Hisoka was a fuck boy, so I am going to roll with that thought. This man has the potential of being rough and if he is too rough this is the time where you can speak up and say so. He’ll listen to you. Similar to Chrollo, he can be very romantic if he wants to. The rose petals gimmick was played out.

Instead, he hides in the darkest part of the living room waiting for you.

You turn on the lights and immediately head to the kitchen to drink a bottle of ice-cold water. Summer nights in Yorknew were hot and humid, almost unbearable. It felt like you were being suffocated. Becoming impatient, Hisoka clears his throat loudly causing you to nearly jump out of your skin; choking on the water you were drinking. He released a sexy chuckle. When you turned around, there stood your chiseled buff boyfriend bare with a ribbon tied in various directions around his body. Your birthday was two days ago and he was your gift. Although you have seen him like this before, for some reason you were too flustered to make a move. He already knew that you were tired from work, so he carried you in his arms to the Exercise Room and laid you gently on the floor. You smiled as a rush or passion took over your body resulting in you tearing off the ribbon tightly wrapped around his body. Since this was your birthday gift, he made it a night you’d remember forever! Surprisingly, no roughhousing, just soft and gentle. This proves that Hisoka has the capability of being humane. His strokes were to your liking and the gazes that you both exchanged were mind-blowing. Why couldn’t he be this way all the time? After it all, you fell asleep at her quickly. You were on the floor but now on top of your king-sized bed, with the message control on high. He stayed awake, watching TV, and thought about how he was going to pick a fight with you at the crack of dawn.

Hisoka’s ability to flirt and send the intended person swooning is a talent of itself. Lots of people do not possess this talent. Sometimes it's intentional and sometimes it's not. He speaks softly and smoothly, are he has to do is ask and it shall be done.

Illumi SFW

Illumi gives the impression that he is a “quiet” freak. This means that true enough he is focused on his job but if the moment comes along he will give in. He isn’t into PDA at all and if he does feel like showing some affection it will be done in private. Even though he appears to be a zombie, laying on or even cuddling with his significant other will help him relax for once. Imagine having to complete many missions in a day, exhausted, and have a wonderful person waiting to act as a human pillow for your weary head. Even Illumi can’t resist that.

If he likes you and plans to marry you, he will make that known to everyone to avoid confusion. Illumi represents the stereotypical shy boy; he is anti-social, prefers to only be around people he knows and trusts, and carries out the duties of his job.

After everything has been completed for the day, he wouldn’t mind ( and secretly begs) for silent cuddles with his significant other and to just fall asleep. At this point, you are used to it so this is all you want and you are satisfied. When he does talk, it’s usually about something he found out from work that he knows should be kept quiet but he tells you anyway. Late nights are the time of day where Illumi vents for a few hours. The details of these vent sessions could range anywhere from “I wish you were there to see it” to “No, it would be too much”. As quiet and reserve as he is, his love is shown in a unique way that you have grown accustomed to.

NSFW

When the urge slaps him across the face like a sack of rocks, he cannot resist. Usually, he fights off the urge by exercising (mainly because you are out of the house or sleep) but this time he couldn’t shake it.

Before he gets started with anything, he styles his long hair in the shape of a bun so it doesn’t get in the way of action.

Although he is portrayed to be an emotionless zombie, he has some feeling deep inside him that he unleashes just for you. This is shown by gentle moist kisses being placed along your neck and once he reaches your shoulder that is when you wake up. Halfway through your sleepy eyes, you see a man with a devilish smile painted across his face. Who is this man? This couldn’t be your boyfriend. No way, no how.

Once he sees your sleepy smile, he just releases so many kisses that you throw the blanket off and he pulls you in closer.

Illumi will allow you both to switch the roles meaning he is in charge one time and you are on another day. Since you were still asleep, he decided to take on the role. He is surprisingly gentle in the beginning but as soon as it takes off, your ride him like a donkey. It ironic; he releases more noises than you! You have to remind him that noise travels! Great, you’re doing your job well! While it is important to take your job seriously, you need to have time to release that stress.

He uses his large eyes to stare into yours; you always found yourself lost in his gaze.

After it all, you lay back down waiting for your boyfriend to return from the kitchen. Illumi craves food like crazy after a good session. What’s better than donuts at 3 AM? COMFORT FOOD!!

These urges also come when you two are training together. Several times he’s had to guide you from behind on how to aim his needles. This time you noticed the packing of his pants which surprised you.

“Any questions,” he asked in a monotone voice.

“Yes. Why did you wear jogging pants? You’re giving yourself away.”

It was at this moment, he knew he fucked up. But let’s be honest, ok? He is standing behind the most beautiful person in the world, nostrils full of perfume, hair tied up, and has his left hand placed loosely on your thigh?! What was he thinking by wearing jogging pants when he was with you? He acted as if he didn’t know what you were talking about.

“You really don’t know?”

You kicked your backside out against him causing him to fall to the ground.

“Wow! Your legs are like jelly!”

“Why tease me,” He asked breaking out a small smile.

“You’re the one denying it.”

“Just get to it. I can’t wait any longer or else I’ll explode.”

The quiet ones are always the freakiest.

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chrichri-chan-18-love · 3 years

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For you (Yandere Harem x Reader)

OUR YANDERES FOR THIS HAREM:

ILLUMI (HUNTER X HUNTER)

CHROLLO (HUNTER X HUNTER)

IZAYA (DURARARA)

LIGHT (DEATH NOTE)

DAZAI (BUNGO STRAY DOGS)

You... you were one of the most unlucky creatures you’ve ever known. You had once been a strong and proud yokai. The lengedary nine tail fox, descendant of one of the most noble bloodlines among your kind. One day, a shinigami asked for your assistance, claiming that a “friend” of his, needed a much stronger ally.

Light Yagami, a child that was arrogant and saw himself as a just and noble person. You disguised yourself as a normal human girl and gave him a good lecture about that little fantasy about his, when he threatened to write your name in the Death Note, you revealed yourself and told him off.

“If you think that this little notebook can help you become a god, you are mistaken. You are a human that will live and die, then whatever legacy you think you can create,will be forgotten with time.”

Your words had an impact on him, you however, had an even bigger one. He became obsessed, coming to you for advice, talking to you for hours and trying to charm you. However you knew better, you never allowed him to know anything but the bare minimum about your kind and abilities.

When Light became too invasive, you didn’t hesitate to use an old techinque to cross dimensions. The only good thing about Japan was that no matter how many universes there were, with all the crazy abilities and people, yokai still existed. That’s why you could cross over... the world you entered was weird, yet you paid it little attention, you became friends with a mortal teenage girl named Honoka, the two of you got into a lot of mischief...but one day, she began acting like a mindless puppet... and it wasn’t long before you figured out why.

That made you cross paths with Illumi Zoldyck.The two of you met after you stopped his needles easily and rescued his little brother from another yokai that had come after you, growing closer after a while and becoming friends with him and Gon. Illumi was intrigued with you and after your meeting, which resulted in a fight that ended as a draw, decided to investigate more about the nine tail fox. Seeing as having by Killua’s side was beneficial for both Killua and him.

However after three weeks, you gained the attention of another man, Chrollo Lucilfer. He watched in awe as you revealed yourself during a fight over an ancient relic that originally belonged to your kind.Chrollo studied you with fascination, obsessing over the unknown that you represented, his calm behavior never betrayed a thing about this... but he wanted to have you, keep you to himself and learn everything about you.

And he wasn’t the only one.

Illumi tried to control you but he failed again and again... and seeing as you were able to fight him without any problem, he slowly began to fancy you, even thinking of marrying you...Killua liked you and you were strong, you were mysterious yet welcoming to those you deemed worthy of your trust. Viscious to your enemies, never hesitating in battle. He... liked that.

The two didn’t meet until you revealed to Gon and Killua that you planned to leave. You had sense Light entering this realm, probably with the help of another yokai. You gave them a parting gift, the fangs of your childhood years. They carried some of your power and thus they would be protected, you also asked them to give a small hairpin to Honoka and tell her how thankfull you were to have her as a friend.

Just in time too, because Illumi, Chrollo and Light appeared and preapred to subdue you. Using your power, you once again crossed dimensions without noticing that the three males had entered the portal too, this time ending up in a dimension you had been during your childhood... you recalled that there had been one boy that had tried to mess with you... his name was.. Osamu Dazai...he was quite weird, always talking about suicide and how wonderfull it would be if you and him could die together. He... creeped you out back then and he still did, the second he saw you he wrapped his arms around you, talking about how pretty you had become, how much he missed you and how you two could die together after years of seperation....you literally pushed him aside and went to the nearest shrine dedicated to a foc spirit to settle down. Dazai didn’t leave your side, becoming a pest as he told you of his life, of his filled with bloodshed and war... being overly dramatic about it too.

“You haven’t changed a bit. I swear, if I had thought it a bit more I would have stayed back to deal with Light or Chrollo and Illumi.”

“ Light... Chrollo.... Illumi... huh?” Dazai said, his tone dropping as he looked at you seriously... you felt a chill run down your spine, yeah, that was the reason you had left from this dimension, this... tone, that gaze and that possessive aura... oh, it was making you feel sick.

“Well,well. Look at what I found.” A new voice said, turning around you saw a man looking at you two with a smirk.

“Oh great! Now who are you, exactly?” You asked and he came closer, Dazai became stiff at the sight.

“Izaya Orihara, at your service, my cute little fox girl”

You scoffed at that, another weirdo... wonderfull.

“Another mortal with a problematic attitude, at this point I might even call myself cursed.” You said, turning around and leaving the two alone.

“Stay away from her, Izaya. I’ve long since taken my rightfull place in her life.”

“Aww, now that’s just rude. I’ve been watching you two from afar for a very long time. I wanted to get along with her too, you know. She is so cute when she’s mad, sad or excited about something.”

“So, you’re a stalker? I’m shocked...not.”

“You’re no better Dazai, my friend. I know that you’ve been after her for a very long time and that you’ve done the same things as I, if not even more.”

“What do you want, Izaya?”

“Let’s become partners in crime! See if those three males she spoke of are anything special. If they are, I am not against sharing.”

Dazai thought this over before eventually agreeing, if the men you spoke of were strong, then sharing would be the only thing left to do... and not even a day later, all five of them met, they exchanged information and formed a plan to get you.

You never stood a chance against all of them.

They sealed the majority of your power through a contact made with blood. Thus making you something of a guardian spirit... you were tricked by them and you payed the price by becoming their precious servant.

Izaya, Dazai and Chrollo didn’t mind spoiling you and letting you go out, with the condition that you behaved and did everything they wanted. Illumi and Light weren’t really into that, prefering to isolate you and slowly break you into accepting them, Light wanted you to love him and Illumi wanted to ensure that he would always be in your heart, that his memory would live on with you even after he was long gone.

Honestly... you really did believe that you were the most unlucky creature, anyone in your place would think so... but you hoped, begged that one of them would die sooner rather than later... especially when one of them talked about a baby born from a human and a yokai, you couldn’t remember who it had been... but the idea spread like wildfire...

Once they were all dead, once they died... you would be free... you just had to hold on... you just needed to wait, even if you suffered, hope still remained in you.

Untill then,you had no choice but to listen to what them... to become a doll meant to make them happy.

Really, you were just unlucky... because you might fall for one of them as the years pass by... and then... then you’d probably join them in death... because they clearly didn’t plan on ever letting you go.

#yandere #possessive yandere #illumi zoldyck #chrollo lucilfer #light yagami #izaya orihara #dazai osamu #fanfic #hunter x hunter #Death Note #durarara #bungo stray dogs #jealous yandere #yokai reader #female reader #david harewood #yandere harem

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ddarker-dreams · 4 years

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Pandora’s Box. Yan Chrollo x Reader

Warnings: Medicine mention, descriptions of anxiety, and implied minor character death. Word count: 2.7k.

A simple plan is the best kind to have.

The less variables at play, the higher your rates of success are. You’ve anticipated some margin of error, a safety net of sorts, to be used if necessary. Everything within your realm of influence has been taken into account. Your friend in a car meeting you at a dead spot, a train ticket purchased with a prepaid visa card on a VPN, and a few precious pieces of jewelry to be pawned off at a later time. Scraping these assets together is a commendable feat, having to skulk around to make it this far.

Nothing feels out of the ordinary, you think. Your preparations are almost complete. All that’s left is to wait to ensure the beast in hiding cannot come for you.

Prayer doesn’t traditionally feel worth the effort -- any god that’d allow you to be subjugated to a hell such as this is no god worth pleading to -- but tonight is different. Tonight you pray to any deity that may spare you some pity, that this plan may succeed without a hitch. The time signals the beginning of the next phase, the most vital aspect.

Tonight’s soup had an additional ingredient, a generous helping of sleep inducing pills. To avoid suspicion, you partook in the meal as usual, hoping to cancel out the effects later by ingesting a gratuitous amount of energy drinks. It served the original purpose of fending off fatigue, but not without presenting a unique set of problems of its own. The caffeine has served to heighten your anxiety, upping what was already a nerve-wracking experience to a new level.

Your guts feeling like they’re rearranging themselves, your body not capable of forgoing fidgeting a single moment. No longer can you tell if it’s nausea, stomach pain, or hyperventilation. Maybe it’s everything at once. All you know is that you’ve never had your body working against you more than now. Every nerve is frayed, your senses on high alert to any shadow or noise.

Deep breaths no longer bring you reprieve. Each raggedy breath you manage to squeeze out is an accomplishment, overshadowed by the fear that he might hear you. How irrational a thought, that Chrollo would be capable of picking up on the differences in your breathing from afar. It doesn’t matter how illogical the worry may be. With Chrollo, you’ve learned that nothing is impossible. To expect the unexpected has been the mantra of your mind these past few months.

Just a bit longer... I need to know he’s asleep for sure. Or else it’s over.

Your foot taps against the ground in a frantic rhythm, ears ringing like funeral tolls. The last time you dared peak into your shared room with Chrollo, he was supposedly fast asleep, out like a light. What should’ve been a cause for victory brought nothing but a fresh wave of dread. A guessing game ensues. Trying to decipher his body language from earlier for hints only serves to make you feel worse. You’ve been so cautious, walking on sheets of thin ice at every move. Chrollo hadn’t acted out of the ordinary to your knowledge. Not that he has a way of acting ‘ordinary’ anyways, your limited understanding of his person having to suffice.

Should everything be going according to your design, your friend will be in position to pick you up. There’s no more stalling, the point of return ahead of you.

It’s time.

You do a final check over your mental checklist. Your backpack is stocked with the necessities: toiletries, a few changes of clothes, a filtered hydro flask, non perishable foods and your train ticket. To any onlooker it might look like you’re going hiking. Sporting worn sneakers, loose-fitting clothes, and having your hair pulled away from your face. This is really it. The culmination of sneaking around behind Chrollo’s back for months, unfolding before your very eyes. Everything is falling into place as it’s meant to.

You walk to the door.

Each step you take is quiet as can be. Every shuffle of clothes, or the slightest of creaks from the floorboards, causes you to wince and pause. This penthouse has served as your personal circle of hell for months on end, the walls absorbing your cries and screams. You despise this place with every fiber of your being. The antique décor, the ancient texts that lay strewn about, the scent of sandalwood that you find nauseating.

Ghosts of the past return to haunt you as you walk through different areas. Swirling around your head, they threaten to consume you, chipping away at your resolve. His hypnotic voice resonates in your mind like whispers of the serpent in the garden, tempting you. Weighing you down. Not even your own mind is a safe haven from his speech that disguises itself as flowery, when the reality is far more sinister. Chrollo’s words are constricting vines, lined with thorns, embedding themselves deeper into your flesh the harder you try to pry them out.

“Don’t you remember how difficult your life was before me?”

Another step.

“All those people who left you, who took advantage of you?”

Your hands shake around your small, homemade EMP. It’s made from spare parts you managed to find around the penthouse, clumsily assembled through trial and error. The pulse it emits is next to nothing. Copper coils threaten to fall loose at any second when you raise it to the security system by the door. Holding your breath, you press down on the trigger. The device lets out rapid clicking sounds, the security monitor flickering before going blank.

“I know you’ll come around.”

Finally, come the excessive locks on the door. The compressed air you said you needed for cleaning is next up. The can is cool against your trembling fingers, white specs decorating the locks as you spray them over. With some persistence, they come undone, one after the other. Unshackling you from the depths. You open the door that’s mocked you relentlessly for months, withholding your prized freedom.

“But even in the event that you don’t...”

The surrounding world is a blur of colors. Your eyes don’t focus on any object for too long, scanning your surroundings for potential threats. It feels as if your stomach is in your throat when the elevator starts its descent. He had you up on the fiftieth floor?

You fixate on the screen, numbers not flashing by fast enough for your liking.

40.

20.

“Well. There are always ways of overcoming inconveniences such as that.”

It’s an extravagant lobby. Far more luxurious than you could ever have hoped to afford, this building being one of the most exclusive in Yorknew. The person at the front desk calls out and you ignore it. You must look mighty suspicious, not that you care. The priority now is escape. Running out the revolving door, crisp autumn air greets you. You’ve never felt more grateful for the bustling streets of the city. Even at night the city remains awake, making it easier to blend in. No one out here spares you a second glance as you weave in and out of fast paced crowds.

23rd street. That’s where you’ll meet up with your friend, who will then transport you to the subway. Glancing up at the signposts, you realize you’ll be in for some walking. There’s no letting your guard down. Constantly looking over your shoulder, all you see are the faces of strangers. You’ve never felt so grateful to be a part of a crowd.

Finally, after walking for what feels like an eternity, you spot your beacon of hope. A clothing store’s bright neon sign, which your friend sits parked in front of. Since these stores are closed this time of day, the crowd that once surrounded you have thinned out, yet you try not to fixate on the lack of cover. Jay walking across the street doesn’t prove to be an issue. The pollution from the city hides the stars behind a layer of smog, streetlamps your lone source of light.

Heart hammering in your chest, you tap on the window of her car with urgency. “Amelia, it’s me. [First].”

You hear the doors unlock.

Taking it as a sign she heard you, you waste no time swinging into the passenger seat of the car. Amelia immediately turns the keys, car humming to life. Your chest heaves with exhaustion from the draining events. This is it. The second to last step before you reclaim your freedom. It’s almost like a dream, the light at the end of a long tunnel. Amelia’s appearance is just as you recalled it. Hazel eyes, tan skin, long black hair, and an average build. Your heart leaps at the sight of her.

“I’ve been so worried about you,” your friend confesses in a hushed whisper. “[First], what... what happened? You completely fell off the face of the Earth for months. Then you contact me out of nowhere? What’s going on?”

It isn’t easy meeting her eyes, so you don’t. “I... I don’t know if it’s safe to talk about it. The less you know, the better.”

She takes a moment to assess you before sighing. “Alright, I can tell this is serious. Just... I’m glad you’re alright.”

Amelia begins driving without another word. Silence hangs in the air, offering a time to reflect. Your plan, Chrollo, what you’ll do next... it whirls around your head like a vortex. A gut feeling refuses to leave you alone whenever you picture his face. A dreadful thought that this entire escapade was too easy. Is it just your paranoia? It could very well be. Hugging your backpack closer to you for comfort, you’re startled by Amelia suddenly speaking up.

“The subway station, huh,” she reminiscences aloud, eyes flickering from the road to you. “So you’re leaving Yorknew?”

There’s no way to continue dodging her questions. “... Yeah, I am.”

“Where are you going?”

It’s natural she’d have lots of questions. Had the situation been reversed, you’d have plenty of your own. For her wellbeing you don’t want to indulge more than necessary. Lying to someone who is helping you lives a sour taste in your mouth. It’s for her sake, you remind yourself. Having to involve Amelia in this at all was the last thing you wanted to do.

“I’m going to Zaban City. I have some extended family there.”

Amelia hums in confirmation to your story. “Your cousin, right?”

“Right.”

She stops pressing that particular subject, likely sensing your apprehension. You take advantage of the peaceful atmosphere and close your eyes. The sleeping pills from earlier are starting to grow more prominent. Losing consciousness is the last thing you need right now, but indulging in some much needed rest sounds too inviting.

“There was something else I was wondering about.” Amelia starts, earning your attention. Looks like sleep will have to wait for later. You yawn, stretching your weary limbs, and wait for her to continue. She smiles, dark eyelashes fluttering shut in deep thought.

“Oh, sweet [First],” she whispers your name in the gentlest of tones, and looks over at you. “Why are you so selfish?”

You blink, the words not settling in immediately. “What...?”

She continues without missing a beat. “You used to be so envious of me. Always pretending to play nice, because you were too passive to say how you really felt. How you hated me.”

“Amelia? What are you talking about? I... I never hated you, what--”

“Even now you can’t bring yourself to admit the truth,” she sighs. “Not that I’m surprised. You’ve always cared way too much about what people think. Why would now be any different?”

Her unexpected attack on your character has you shifting in your seat. Every word that leaves her lips is in her voice, yet feels so different than her normal character. Did something happen in the time Chrollo took you away? Anxiety rears its ugly head at the line of questioning. You take a sudden interest in your fingers, playing with them on your lap.

“I don’t understand where any of this is coming from.” You admit, eyebrows furrowing together. The shift in atmosphere is tangible. What was once a warm reunion under stressful times has corrupted into a frosty confrontation. These insecurities of hers that laid dormant in your heart... why is she bringing this up now? In your most vulnerable hour? Nothing is making sense. These ugly feelings of yours were only ever confided in one person.

“You knew it’d be a danger to my life to contact me. You knew that, and still you did it all the same. I wonder why that is. Could it be... that you wouldn’t care if I died? If I was tortured for aiding your escape?”

Your heart drops. This knowledge... how can she know any of this? Amelia used the word escape, clear as day. Is that a coincidence? You look over at the car door, seeing it’s locked. Something’s not right here, you deduce. I don’t know what it is exactly, but something is very wrong...!

She continues on. “I really do want to know what your justification for this is. Out of everyone you could’ve picked for help, you specifically chose me, knowing the danger it’d bring. Did you think I’d be spared in some sort of miracle?”

The spare moonlight streaming in illuminates Amelia’s face, highlighting how pale her skin looks. Veins that would normally not have been so prominent have a blue tint, her lips a similar shade. Your eyes drop to the unnaturally large scarf that surrounds her neck. It’s not that cold out yet, why is she wearing something so cumbersome? Reaching out with unsteady hands, you pull the fabric back. Your gut feels like it’s been punched at the sight, eyes widening in horror.

On the back of her neck is an antenna, with bat wings on the end.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit--

In a frenzy, you stretch forward, searching for the button to unlock the car door. The second you find it, it’s pressed, and you unbuckle your seatbelt. You hear her speaking up again. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst from your chest as you jump out the car, grateful it isn’t going too fast. Skin meeting asphalt, you hiss at the pain, rolling onto your side. None of that matters now. How did he do it? He has to be nearby, maybe you can still make it to the station in time. Your head hurts from the impact, legs wobbling like jelly.

It’s difficult to focus. You grit your teeth, utilizing the remnants of your strength to get to your knees. Why did the caffeine have to wear off so soon...? It was going so well. You finally had your chance, your time to take back your life. To go back to how things were. Struggling to get to your feet, you throw your backpack off, praying the lost weight will help you get up.

“You never answered my questions,” calls a deeper voice. You gulp back acidic bile as a hand is extended in front of you. “I was hoping you would.”

Your head hangs down. It’s over. For a transgression such as this, you imagine you’re in for quite the punishment. How funny a thing fate is. Similar to streams of rushing water, there are many twists and turns, leading you down paths you never wanted to go. Fingernails dig into the sensitive flesh of your palms, the pain anchoring your wandering mind to reality. All other parts of your body have lost feeling. Numbness is what you’ve come to know.

The devil incarnate bends over, taking your tearstained face into his fingers, and lifting it to meet his eyes. An abyss of grey stares back at you, devoid of humanity. Taking pleasure in besting you yet again. Disappointment is mixed within an interest to see what you’ll do next. There’s no smile on his face as you’ve come to expect. You see an empty shell of a man glowering down at you, from a place just out of reach.

“I can’t say I’m too pleased about this, [First]. We’ll need to have a long discussion, don’t you think?”

#chrollo lucilfer #chrollo #chrollo imagine #chrollo lucilfer imagine #chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo imagine #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #Hunter X Hunter #hunter x hunter imagine #yandere hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter imagines #hxh x reader #yandere hxh x reader #my stuff

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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What's about Kurapika with a Darling who is a member of the Genei Ryodan, but she is a original member that torture and kill the Kurta clan

...No words...

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, paranoia, kidnapping, harsh behavior, abusive behavior, controlling behavior, manipulation, sabotage, mind-breaking

s/o is from the Genei Ryodan

⛓That is quite literally a very toxic relationship to have considering that you killed and tortured his own clan, people he loved more than anything else. It makes Kurapika feeling beyond conflicted and it twists his feelings in a not good way. He finds himself constantly torn apart between hate and love for his darling which affects his mentality and the way he is treating his darling greatly. There are times where he tries to treat her nicely and like a real lover, but there are also moments where he grows incredibly bitter and almost hateful, making him act much more colder and harsh with her.

⛓One thing to start with is that he would have to either have to meet her before knowing who she is and maybe also before she knew who he is, meaning it happened before the York New auction, or he would capture her somewhat afterwards and keep her for some reasons alive, to get on informations for example. In either case it has to be said if his darling would just be a cold and heartless killer, he would kill her without a doubt, he hates the Phantom Troupe too much for that. So he has to see something more to her, that she has a heart and is kind, perhaps even apologizes for what she has done to him and his clan. That is of course no good, it doesn't bring him his people back. But it might show him over time that she is not a complete monster.

⛓Kurapika is...extremely irritated when discovering his feelings and it will end up being a bit of hell for his darling as well. That is if he would meet her for the first time during the Yorknew City arc and try to get on informations from her. In Kurapika's eyes every single member of the Phantom Troupe is evil, all are criminals and even if his view on you should change over time, he still tells himself that you're a villain who happens to carry a bit more humanity inside of you. But that's all and you still killed too many. It is one of those very few times where Kurapika refuses to admit his feelings and it leads him to lashing out on you, not understanding his feelings. Why? You are the person he trained to kill and hate his whole life. So why do you make him weak?

⛓It happens slowly, but at one point he will somewhat stop and his feelings will become more visible and more obvious for him as well as maybe you. He stops hurting you, though you might have a pretty high pain tolerance, not being able to inflict damage on you anymore and he can't bring himself to use his Judgement chain on you either, knowing that you will break the conditions he made for you which ends with you dying in the end, loyal to your members and your leader. Because personally think that if he would have used it on his darling from the start, she would have rather died than tell him anything, especially after he killed Uvogin and Pakunoda.

⛓That's why I feel that the whole meeting her before knowing who she is, is more likely, though even there I see troubles. To start with Kurapika will tell his darling at one point who he is and what his plans are, alarming her already which might lead to her distancing herself from him due to feeling not worthy of being friends with someone who she killed the whole family from without him knowing. What else would someone feel in such a situation? It might confuse Kurapika, especially if he already liked her a bit and saw her as a friend.

⛓And after finding out that she is from the Genei Ryodan, Kurapika is a pure mess of emotions and the thought of just having been friends with a criminal this whole time messes badly with his mind. Still though, he just can't bring himself to hurt her, especially not if she hesitates as well when facing him, not wanting to hurt himself either. Of course she would sacrifice her own life for Chrollo and the troupe, but as I said, Kurapika won' fall for someone plainly motionless and cruel, especially if this person killed everyone in his clan. So there might be a chance that all of this has a hard toll on the darling as well which leads her to just realizing that she can't bring herself to kill him nor be a help hor the troupe either. It might bring her to the point of despair where she might just ask him to kill her, not being able to live like this any longer.

⛓It makes Kurapika stop in his tracks, seeing it on the one hand as a chance to kill another member of the troupe, to slaughter all of them. But as soon as he tries to strike down, he just freezes, body shaking and emotions stirring up to the extent inside of him where he feels like throwing up at any moment.

⛓Instead of killing you, he kidnaps you, knocking you out and taking you with him, keeping you chained up as often as possible and also making sure that you stay unconscious as often as possible so you don't put up too much of a fight. Kurapika just doesn't know what to do with you at this point, he can't kill you nor can he let you go. So instead he takes you with him, imprisoning you somewhere whilst deciding afterwards what will happen with you. And even in here the first few weeks or even months will be hell. He has his outbursts, lashing verbally as well as maybe even physically out on you when being triggered too much.

⛓Kurapika feels more than anything just extremely betrayed from you, a person he thought he could trust which is why he grows extremely paranoid and doesn't want to let you out of his side, terrified you will do something and try to attack him. This is the reason why he might actually really just search for a way to get rid of your nen abilities, though he also knows that this would make you utterly helpless if you are being attacked by someone. He debates over this topic days and nights and if you really end up trying to escape and attacking him with your abilities, he'll do it.

⛓He is just desperate to find an excuse to why you are the way you are, stealing and killing, without having to see you as a bad person anymore. He wants to believe in something which might push him to the point of becoming partly delusional due to not bearing this knowledge whilst being aware. He might come up with this certain mood swings where he manages to convince himself that his darling was being forced to do all of this and that she's just being manipulated from all the othe members of the Phantom Troupe.

⛓Which is why Kurapika totally ends up wanting to break his darling's mind the one or another way, though he sees it more as helping her. Kurapika feels convinced that he only wants the best for his darling and wants to help her leaving the terrible past behind her, starting a new and better life which he wants to assist her with. And he becomes extremely pushy with it as well, desperate to make her switch sides and believe what he believes. Kurapika becomes an incredibly controlling, strict and manipulative person, constantly pushing his darling's buttons and forcing her to endure all of this. And if he knows that she feels guilty about what she has done, he will mercilessly strike and tell her in detail how he felt after his clan died and what she did to them, letting her recall those moments again. Kurapika becomes cruel, not necessarily physically, but more mentally since he tortures his darling. And whilst he does feel guilty when he manages to constantly break her, he never completely loses the grudge and bitterness he holds against her. He just justifies his behavior with saying that this is the only way to help you out of all of this.

⛓And even if you do start to love him and bend to his will, Kurapika will never truly trust you, his paranoia constantly telling him that all of this might just be an act and you will escape as soon as he trusts you and leaves you free space which is exactly why he is so controlling to start with. Next to that he is beyond horrified what might happen if the Phantom Troupe comes after you and either lures you back or ends up killing you because Kurapika also used the chance to squeeze as much informantions out of you as he could about them. Of course he does grow softer over time, but it is just visible that he'll never be able to calm completely down or treat his darling completely normally. He doesn't treat her bad, but when he has his times where he gets haunted from the death of his clan, his darling is not the best person to turn to since seeing her triggers extremely bad memories which is the reason why Kurapika sometimes just has to distance himself from her, literally not being able to stand the sight of her. It is in all honesty a relationship akin to bittersweet and deathly poison if you get what I mean.

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Chrollo + Phantom Troupe Teaser

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(Teaser my ass, holy shit this is going to be a long one)

Name: (y/n) Kurta

Nen Type: Conjurer

Nen Ability: Terracotta gauntlets with a lion head on top of the hand. The lion head can detach from the clawed gauntlets and act as physics-defying grappling hooks.

Example of Ability: You can use the grappling hooks to grab and throw whatever is caught, this can include people or other large objects. It will feel fairly weightless.

| Part 2 |

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You remember the day perfectly, it was humid and moist, yet just cool enough to stop you from sweating. You had on your usual Kurta garb, purple and yellow with symbols and designs in honor of your heritage. You stayed home that day, being two months pregnant with your future child made your father worry too much.

You were barely showing at this point, but he still kept you home despite your line of work. You were a protector of sorts, a guard to your clan, keeping everyone protected as well as leaving to explore the world and bring back new things. You enjoyed your job, but your sweet old man didn't want you to over exert yourself.

"When you leave again you'll have to bring your secret lover." Your father would constantly start. "I bet he's a gentleman considering what your mother taught you." A fatherly smile gleaming over his wrinkling features. "If he runs off I'll hunt him down and strap him to our dinner table." He would joke.

You would lightly scold your father, knowing he would surely follow his words. "Stop. Keep acting like that and you'll chase him away."

You sighed at the fond memories, glancing out the window of the kitchen to watch the bright sun set below the horizon line. Deep purples and rich oranges decorated the clouds in a comforting glow. Another color, rich and warm, too warm, littered the skies. Coal black smoke rose above the tree tops and covered the beautiful sky in a suffocating cloak.

A lump got caught in your throat at the sight, you knew the colors and smoke anywhere, the burning trash of Meteor City making it a familiar sight. The smell too, burning your nostrils and making you cringe further confirmed what was happening.

Fire. Burning, raging fire was engulfing the village and eating it whole. Screams and cries for help filled the air as buildings crumpled into the ground. That was your call to action, you jumped out of your window and summoned up your nen, claws outstretched and prepared to slice any unknown mother fucker you could find.

You found one, a dark silhouette in the night with a slim build and intense pink aura coming from their hands. It felt familiar, the aura, but you didn't pay it any mind before shooting out the lion head on your gauntlets.

With chattering teeth they by harshly into the figure's forearms, dragging them across the floor and above your head into a burning building behind you. You cried and quickly jumped on the figure, slicing at their chest. Large, long gashes oozed out buckets of blood, and you quickly silenced the figure's cries with a even deeper gash to the throat... their head now hanging by a thin thread of flesh.

The blood that coated your nen gauntlets were nothing compared to the crimson that flooded your eyes. You would slaughter anyone that was not a clan member, you swore on that. Looking around your red tinted gaze fell upon the horrors caused by the raiders.

Bodies, bloodied and broken beyond recognition littered the ground. You wobbled over to one of them, barely making out who it was, an elderly woman you could almost call a grandmother. Her wrinkled features were slack and littered with blood, but the empty, oozing sockets where her eyes should be haunted your nightmares. You wailed louder than the dying screams, fat tears streaming down your cheeks and landing in the empty holes.

"Papa!" You shrieked, stumbling up off the ground and rushing further into the carnage. Your legs barely kept up as you rushed past the fire ridden village. "PAPA!" You screeched into the crackling night.

You paused, breath caught in your throat making you choke on the smoke. There was a silhouette shrouded by ash and darkness and flames, a distinguishable fur coat lining its figure. You gagged at the smoke, hiding behind a broken building to listen to the mumbling figure.

"Has anyone found her?" A smooth, honey like voice echoed past the dying screams.

Chrollo? Wha-? What's going on?! You stumbled on a piece of debris, tripling and falling onto a warm, bloodied corpse. You gave out a strained whimper, almost a shriek, as you tried to collect yourself and run away.

You could hear him behind you, you could almost feel him behind you. His nen spilled from his pores and surrounded you in a suffocating hold. You quietly gagged, hand over your mouth as you held back the bile rising in your throat. Tears pricked the edges of your eyes, blurring your vision with smoke and tears.

~~~

You bit your bottom lip, whipping your hair over your shoulder and staring at the man across from you. He was large, muscles bulging through the thin black shirt he wore, yet he was no where near strong enough to take you down. Theoretically, the only person out of this year's batch of hunters that could possibly stand against you was yourself and that clown whom got his ass kicked out for attacking one of the wardens. This guy was no where near your level, you couldn't even sense any nen.

"What's wrong little girl?" He spat, crouching down and preparing to bulldoze you. "Shaking in your boots?"

You narrowed your eyes with a scowl, scoffing and looking at the chairman across the plaza. "Hardly."

The large man growled and dashed with his arms out stretched. Typical. You jumped high into the air and twisted around, your leg coming back down on his thick skull. Your foot clashed against the crown of his head and shoved his face into the ground, bringing him to a dead stop. Jumping back to the ground you inspected the damage, the floor was cracked and you could barely see his head past the new hole in the ground. The man wasn't moving, you knocked him out.

There was some clapping from the end of the plaza, shoes clacking against tile as he wondered closer. His steel grey eyes trailed down to your chest as he neared, old perv. "I'm a little disappointed." He mused, looking back up to meet your stern gaze. "I thought he would have a better chance against you. Though, it's always a treat to see a first timer beat the Hunter Exam."

You lightly smiled at the praise, a small memory of your father coming into mind. "I appreciate it."

Netero grinned at your words, but it slightly faltered when he glanced back at the designs of your clothes. "So, what hunter are you aiming to be?" He started as he shuffled through his clothes.

"Bounty Hunter, there are a few people I want to find."

"The Phantom Troupe, hm? I can't blame you, they have done some pretty horrible things."

You glanced over at the old man, your gaze being met with a knowing expression and a Hunter License. "Thanks...." You warily replied, taking hold of your new license. It should serve you well, you hoped.

A few hours later you wondered into the fancy hotel you were staying at. A few strangers glanced at you with a disgusted look, you couldn't blame them as you were still covered in dirt, leaves and a few splotches of blood. A tired sigh escaped your lips once you finally got to your room, taking the card and swiping it you entered with a delicate smile. "Kurapika! (S/n)! Where are you guys?"

A tuft of blond hair wizzes past the corner of the small living room. Dark grey eyes quickly following and staring back at you with a disgruntled expression. "Your son is a handful." Spat Kurapika.

Behind him a small, pale skinned figure peeked behind the corner, a cheeky grin plastered on his chubby face. "Momma!" He screeched, rushing over and running into your waiting arms.

You gave him a kiss on his forehead, using your hand to push away his fluffy raven hair. "Pretty sure you were the handful Kurapika, no way this little angel was was trouble."

Kurapika slightly smiled, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "Only when you are around, anyway, how did it go?"

You sighed and sat on the marble flooring. "It was really easy, but I've had the training for it to be easy. You will probably have a hard time, especially if that clown shows up again." You mumbled the last part, moving to the kitchen to grab you a snack, you were starving.

"Then teach me the "magic" you claim to know."

"I wanna see magic! Momma can you teach me too?" You took a big bite out of your snack, giving a glare to both of the kids.

"Sorry squirt, when you get older I'll teach you."

Kurapika furrowed his brows. "You keep telling me that if I pass the hunter exam you'll teach me."

"Change of plans-"

"Change of plans?! What do you mean change of plans? I still don't understand why you won't teach me this "magic" you keep talking about! I would be strong enough to fight the Phantom-"

"Kurapika." You sternly glared in his direction, the look in your eyes forcing everyone to quite down. "You know I don't want you to even get involved with this. Besides the change of plans isn't that bad, I want you to figure out this "magic" thing yourself and return when you are ready. I still want to teach you, but I don't want you to get killed in the process.

"I have a plan to find and hunt down the Troupe, but it will take time. If you aren't ready by the time I am, you will not be permitted to help. Instead you will stay somewhere safe and take care of (s/n) for me."

Kurpaika's dark grey eyes stared into the back of your head and burned holes into your skull. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, yes I am. Even if you learn this "magic" there is no telling how powerful you will become. Even with years and years of rigorous training like myself, I won't stand a chance against more than two of them at a time." You kept your stance, standing tall above the blond you called a little brother. "I don't want to see you get hurt, Kurapika. I can't see you get hurt."

Your son waddled over to your tense form and wrapped his shirt arms around your thighs. "He won't get hurt momma, I'll make sure of it!" A beaming smile did it's best to comfort you.

"I know you will, (s/n)." You turned your attention back to the blond, giving him a stern stare that told him you meant what you said. "I want to protect him too."

Kurapika growled, you knew how important finding and slaughtering the Troupe was to him, so why make it so difficult? Wouldn't it be easier to teach him and make him stronger so the both of you can fight?

You looked away from the blond as he stormed into one of the off rooms, you knew what he was thinking, but that wouldn't change your mind. You blamed yourself for your clan's slaughter and you wouldn't be able to live if he was to die too. You didn't want him to get involved in our own affairs, especially when they were so dangerous.

"Momma," You glanced down at the head of fluffy black hair still clinging to your legs. "Why do you and Uncle Kurapika argue so much? Who is this Phantom Troupe?" His chuffs cheeks puffed out, his brows furrowing in thought.

"(S/n)... it's a long story. One you aren't old enough to hear I'm afraid." You leaned down, picked him up, and rubbed your nose to his own rosy one. "Till then I'll keep you safe."

"From the Troupe?"

You glanced away form his coal black eyes, the painful memories a bit too much to handle at the moment. "From monsters that want to hurt you." You planted a kiss on his forehead, wiping away some of the scars burned into your mind.

~~~

You were going to strangle that boy when you find him. With gritted teeth and blazing eyes, you haven't been this pissed off in years. You stomped over to the glass window of the hotel room your all too kind employer provided.

You gave him simple instructions, go off and figure out the basics of "magic", and then return for more training. It was supposed to be a test for the rebellious teen.

That's what it was supposed to be. Instead, he decided he had enough of you and left to find the Troupe on his own, leaving your precious son to be alone in a secure hotel room while you worked. You might just kill Kurapika next time you see him.

You fanned down the small wrinkles on your slim dress, straightening out the slit that trailed to your thigh. It was black and long enough to trail behind your tall heels. Around your neck was a pearl necklace and a fur scarf hanging on your shoulders. Your hair was curled and allowed to flow freely behind you. You also had some pearl earrings and a pearl bracelet.

Swiping the last of your lipstick on, pursing your lips and giving them a little smack before turning to the small child on the couch. His eyes were glued to a puzzle he decided was more interesting than the television. "(S/n), I'm going to have to go in a minute. You'll be fine right?"

Doe eyes glanced back at you, a puzzle piece tightly held in his hands. "I'll be fine!"

"You remember the rules right?"

"No leaving without you or Kurapika, don't answer the door unless it is you or Kurapika, make sure I call you if something is wrong or when I go to bed,-"

"I get it." You waved a hand in his face, a gentle smile etched onto your painted lips. "My smart little boy remembers everything."

He nodded, leaning into the backside of the couch to wrangle you into a hug. "Come back soon!"

"I will, don't worry. Love you."

"Love you too."

You were off, leaving and meeting with your employer at his hotel before making your way to a dinner with a few high end Mafia men. You quickly met up with the man, he was a son to one of the ten dons and hired you as both a body guard and a rental girlfriend. A little demeaning in your eyes but anything to get close to your targets.

"You look stunning." Mentioned the man, his arm linking with your own. He was a handsome man, that was obvious, a real charmer too. With chocolate brown hair slicked back and bright green eyes you could stare at for an eternity. He was broad shouldered and muscular underneath his crisp dark grey suit, a pale yellow under shirt and a maroon tie adding to his attractiveness. The poor flirt would be dead if you outwardly admitted that though.

"Likewise." Your hand placed itself on top his forearm, letting him guide you to the fancy limousine he had for the two of you.

You decided conversation would be the best thing at the moment, as getting to know a man you are supposed to temporarily date would be best for the illusion. "Where are we going to meet your father?"

"Ah, a nice restaurant just a few blocks uptown from the auction site." He directed his head to take your facial features in. "They have the best steak I've ever had, amazing garlic butter."

You were beyond tense, but a relaxed smile crept onto your lips. "I just might have to try that. Who else is coming?"

"My father's friends, one is another don, and my two other brothers. I wouldn't worry though, they might ask you a few questions but I would just let me do the talking." He gave you a kind smile, turning back to the driver and telling him the name of the restaurant.

"I don't mean to be rude, but if anything happens I'll have to leave and take care of it."

"Oh! I know, they know. My family actually told me to, uh, rent a girlfriend for the auction days." He ran a hand through his chocolate locks, a sigh escaping his lips and he relaxed in his chair. "Rumor has it that something bad might happen during this auction. Something about sleeping? Like death."

"If that's the case, then I might have to take an early leave."

He gave you a cocky grin. "Just tell me what's happening outside the restaurant, I'm curious about what kind of stuff a hunter gets into."

You returned his gaze, finally relaxing just a bit more. "I'll make sure to keep you posted."

"Sir," alerted the driver. "We're here."

"Good! Let's get something to eat, shall we?"

You nodded, sliding your dress to the side to exit the vehicle. "Oh! Please, don't make me look bad." He jested, quickly shuffling to your side to open the door. "I'll embarrass myself in front of my dad."

"About that, I never introduced myself did I? My name is (y/n)."

He gave a dopey grin. "Right, I'm Jason, it probably would be a good idea to know each other's names, huh? Well, let's go before my dad thinks we are doing something suggestive." He winked and held out his arm for you to take, in which you did with a small scoff.

The two of you walked into the restaurant, a grand archway with a fancy chandelier lighting up the entire entrance with a warm glow. Black marble coated the floor with a glossy reflection, and your heels clicked against them with an elegant sway of your dress.

A man stood at the enterence, another shorter version of Jason. "Ah, Jason! How've you been?" He glanced over at you and gave a devilish grin. "Wow, what a catch. Maybe she'll decide to stay?"

The new stranger sauntered over, a shoulder being wrapped around your shoulders. "If he isn't your type I'm always available. Jackson, by the way." He whispered in your ear with a raspy tone.

"Ignore him," Jason mumbled to you, his cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment, "He's always like this with any human of the female gender."

Humor yourself, or let the poor man walk away with some of his dignity intact? Nah, if you were going to give some of your dignity with these men you might as well have some fun. "You poor thing," You began, turning with a gentle smile to the brother. "Can't keep it in his pants, hmm?" You softly patted the fluffy hair on his head and pouted, shuffling out of his grip and wrapping your arm back with Jason. "Better luck next time." You retorted with a little wave.

With his breath caught in his throat, he coughed and turned to the direction of where their table was. "The tables this way, dad's already there." His mumbling quieted down as he led the way.

Jason turned to you, kept in a laugh, and shrugged. The restaurant was warm along with the cozy glow of the chandeliers hanging from the tall roof. There were many tables, black with cushioned chairs and blazing candles.

Your eyes zeroed on the candles, the beautifully dangerous flame causing you to start sweating. You gulped down the lump in your throat and forced yourself to relax your tensing limbs. 'It's just a small flame, nothing to be afraid of.' You scolded yourself.

The two of you wondered into a private room in the back. There was a large, round, black table in the center of the room, a few couches on the walls with side tables. There were a few candles in the center along with a crystal vase filled with blood red roses. As much as you loved the roses, they reminded you of him.

To distract yourself you glanced around the room, the father and Jackson were conversing, the other son sitting and listening. Jackson pointed in your direction, a sly smirk on his face.

Jason leaned in. "That's my dad," he pointed over to one of the other walls near the couch. A man was leaning on the side, his crisp suit wrinkling with his crossed legs. He had a beard, small but neat, with deep blue eyes and tan flesh. "That is Manchile, he's the Don I was talking about."

There were a few other notable people, but when Jason and you entered the entire room lightened up. The father stood and sauntered over, a sleazy smile gracing his gruff features. "I hope Jason didn't make a move on you?" He extended his hand, slightly calloused from use, but large and warm.

You took it with a gentle smile, time to suck up your pride and be a darling. "I wouldn't worry about him, he's quite the gentleman." Your hand was in worse shape than his, more rough, and must have noticed. The father's face changed into one of surprise and respect. "I'd watch out for that one though." You pointed to Jackson, the man lightly scoffing with a grin.

"Will do." He said with a chuckle.

Manchile joined the table, a few of his men sitting down too. "I'm starved, let's eat."

"Sure thing." The father returned his attention to Jason and you. "Ladies first."

The table was filled, and you ended up being sandwiched between Jason and Manchile. Your eyes would periodically go back to the candles in front of you, and all you could do was twist a small bit of your dress skirt to calm your nerves. You all ordered, and you took your date's advice with the steak.

As you were waiting, the unknown brother, leaned in and gave you a curious smile. "So, a hunter huh? I've never met one, what's it like?"

All eyes were on you now, and you relaxed with the distraction. "It's dangerous work... but if you were trained correctly then it is worth it. Plenty of benefits as long as you hunt something."

"Who trained you?" His green eyes gleamed begins his thin glasses. "Sorry if I'm prying, just curious."

"I don't mind. I trained myself. I've always wanted to become a hunter."

"Really? Ooh, what about the test? I've heard it's impossible!"

You slightly smiled, Manchile leaning in and joining the conversation. "Some of my men are hunters, they talked about fighting each other and impossible puzzles. My best man had to find the damned test four times before he made it."

You cocked an eyebrow. "Well he's not wrong. All the tests are different but we did have to fight each other. There were some puzzles but I didn't think they were that difficult...." You locked your lipstick and took a sip of your water, keeping your posture and chin held high. "Four times huh? I got my license on my first try."

Manchile cackled in his water cup. "Really? You make my best look like babies." The waiter returned with a large bottle of red wine and began to pour it to everyone who wanted some. You declined, drinking on the job wouldn't bid well if something happened. "Next your going to say you could win against one of the beasts."

You stayed silent, doing your best to keep your smile hidden behind your glass of water. Jason peeked over and noticed your curled lips. "No way, seriously?"

"Not sure, never tried." You commented, giving him a cocky side eye. "But probably."

It was the father's turn to laugh, Jackson joining in with some bread in his hands. "Come on, no one's stronger than the beasts. You've got to be crazy."

The father butted in with a joke. "You're a bounty hunter right? You didn't come here to take us out, hmm?"

"No, no, that'd be bad for business. I'm actually after the Phantom Troupe." The table quieted down, so you continued. "Rumor has it some people will 'sleep' tonight, take that as you will, I'm just here for security purposes. More or less."

Manchile waved over a waiter and asked for another bottle before asking some more questions. "You think they will attack? What makes you think they are crazy enough to challenge the mafia?"

"Well, I will admit I don't have proof, but it would be a missed opportunity. I mean if people are going to 'sleep' then the only criminals crazy enough to try anything would be the Troupe. They are also strong enough to do so. I guess you could say it's a hunch."

A few new waiters entered with the food. They set it on the table, asked if we needed anything else, and left.

"Well, son, you found one interesting woman, huh?"

Jason gave a breathy laugh, as if he was trying to keep his nerves together. "Yeah, I guess I did."

The current conversation died out and turned into useless banter. What they wanted to get from the auctions, who they would be fighting it for, money, fame, glory, all of it. Jason leaned over and asked if you wanted something, but you declined the generous offer. You knew there would be Kurt's eyes, but buying them seemed a bit off. Almost like cheating.

You wanted to collect them through force, just like they did, only then will you be satisfied. Still, you appreciated the offer and made sure he knew you did.

Everything was calm, the food was hot and the candles became a later memory from the conversations you were listening in on. That was until a sudden ding echoed in the private room. Then another, and another, and quickly everyone's phones rang of emergency alerts and messages.

You didn't have to glance over Jason's shoulder to see the message, you already knew what happened. Still, a part of you checked to make sure you didn't have to leave the welcoming lot of individuals.

You didn't know wether to be disappointed or excited, but either way you faced your date. "I'll head over to the auction house to investigate—"

"We all will." Commanded the father. "The merchandise is missing, as well as everyone else."

"Everyone else?"

Manchile pulled himself from his seat. "Owl grabbed the stuff before shit went down. But everyone in the auction house is gone, poof, missing." There was another synchronized ding. "There's a hot air balloon heading south."

"In the direction of Meteor City?" You commented, already heading towards the door. "I'll head over there. Keep me informed, I need a list of the people missing and a list of people chasing down the balloon. Anything else of importance will help." You pointed to Jason, but he held out his hand.

"Do you think it's the Troupe?"

You turned and stared into his chocolate eyes, his brows furrowed with worry. So you smiled kindly. "I know it's the Troupe."

"Get the Shadow Beasts." The father's voice trailed off behind the door.

You were calm as you walked through the restaurant, the hectic banter of the trailing mafia men closely behind. They passed you and exited, you quickly following suit. The outside air was crisp and humid from an old rain and the clouds coated the sky like a blanket.

"Are you calling them Jared?"

"Hurry and get worm on the phone Jackson!"

"You already have the merchandise? Good, good, keep it safe and get the others. Worm, Rabid Dog, Porcupine, and Leech are already on their way."

"(Y/n)! If it's the Troupe you should wait for the other beasts and go with them. Just to be safe." Jason held your hand, finally noticing the toughness of your overworked hands. His were soft, raised with little trouble unlike yourself.

"I'll be fine, I'm strong enough to last against one, maybe two of the members if I'm lucky." You slipped your hand from his grip and tore off your expensive heels, no need for them to get ruined like your dress. "Can you hold these for me? I'd hate for them to get dirty." You handed him your pearls, leaving the earrings because they wouldn't get caught on anything. "I'll have to come back and get them."

You smiled at him again and summoned your gauntlets, dashing off to catch a hot air balloon. He stared at your disappearing form, a clear as day blush spread across his cheeks.

~~~

You made it after a while of running, but the battle had already begun. You stationed yourself on top of the plateau surrounding the battlefield, and already you scolded yourself for not trying to keep the beasts as back-up.

Their bodies littered the floors and blood soaked the dry earth. Biting your lip, you assessed the playing field. Uvogin sat alone, a hairy man you could only assume was the Porcupine character stuck to his fist. The rest of the Troupe members, not all of them, sat along the sides with cards in their hands. Machi, Nobunaga, Feitan, Franklin, Shizuku and Shalnark. You wondered if that was everyone or if someone was hiding.

Next was a few mafia men smart enough to not engage in battle, but why haven't they run off yet? You would have taken more care in who they might be, but you were quickly cut off with an ear piercing scream. You covered your ears and crouched down further, wincing at your late reaction.

Uvogin smiled and waited. Blood spurt from Porcupine's ears and not a moment later he fell to the floor with a dead eyed thud. The mafia men began to make their move, so you wondered closer to where they were stationed.

Then it happened, chains tightly wound themselves around Uvogin and tugged him into oblivion. Chains... chains! Kurapika! With your new revelation you ran towards the car everyone was piling into. But in no time Uvogin was packed in and they began their drive away.

With a low growl you sprinted faster and jumped off the cliff side and towards the first car. You tumbled onto the roof, denting it underneath the impact, and attached yourself with your gauntlets.

Your burning rage dismissed the passenger's window, and you smashed into it without care for who was on the other side. Gripping their shirt and almost pulling them out, the frightened girl screeching. "Kurapika!"

Two pairs of red eyes stared into each other's souls. He knew he was in deep shit. "(Y/n)-"

"Don't you fucking dare." You snapped, pointing your finger to the man tied up in the backseat., but your eyes stayed glued on the blond. "I swear to god if I hear any bullshit I'm going to tear a tongue out!"

"Someone's in a pissy mood." A deep voice reverberated through the small confines of the black car. Finally, you glared at the man in the back seat, his entire body tied under nen chains.

"Eat lead Uvo."

"Already checked off the bucket list (y/n/n)."

God, you hated that nickname.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere phantom troupe #yandere chrollo lucilfer #Yandere chrollo #Yandere Phantom Troupe x reader #Yandere chrollo x reader #just a teaser because this one is a long one #Kurta reader #fem reader #Yandere x reader #not even a teaser literally probably the first half #maybe the first third of the full fiction #Yandere hunter x hunter fanfic #puttin grandom tags cause it’s late #love you guys #strong reader

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charming-2d-boys · 3 years

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Hi, I just want to say that I really love your writings and they actually really help me relax after a hard day!😊But today i just wanted to feel pain, so can I please have a dying! reader headcannon with Chrollo. If you do write for these, Im really sorry if you dont.

Oh, anon, who hurt you? I'll make myself cry, most probably 😭

Anyway, thank you and I'm glad to hear that! 😄 And thank you for the request as well! I hope you'll enjoy this! 🙇

A/N: the idea sorta came while listening to A Grave Mistake by Ice Nine Kills (I love the live version from SiriusXM, like please 😭💞). And I was so close to writing a scenario and then I read headcanons and I just kinds stopped like oh, yeah 😂

Warning: very long, angsty, description of injuries and death

you’d never thought it could hurt so badly

or that there’d be so much blood

but, alas, that was the unfortunate situation you found yourself in

the several gashes you’d acquired during your fight were making you dizzy from blood loss

your attacker had died a few seconds before, blood still flowing from the stomach wound you gave him

that was also the only serious hit you managed to land on him

unfortunately, you just knew that it only saved you for a bit more time

you had barely managed to get out your phone, only to see the screen cracked

and you were honestly scared it wouldn't work, but you felt relief when the screen lit up

you called Chrollo, but you had to put the phone on the ground, next to your ear

you had never felt happier to hear his voice

if only you could see him one last time as well...

Hello, love! And Happy Anniversary! Where are you? I hope you're on your way because I wouldn't want dinner to get cold-

Chrollo...

he suddenly went quiet as he heard you and you could hear shuffling in the background

(Y/N), where are you?

you told him, wheezing when you felt a sharp pain in your side as you tried to breathe in more air

you heard more shuffling before the city noise filled the background on the other end

Stay on the phone with me. Tell me what happened.

it hurt so badly to talk

your throat felt as dry as bone and also wet and the taste of blood was prominent

but you tried to talk, telling him about the one who attacked you while on your way home and how you tried to defend yourself, but their Nen far surpassed yours

apparently, your attacker had friends who wanted to destroy the Spider as well

and they would cling to anything that would hurt them or get them closer to the Phantom Troupe

you’d rather tell your boyfriend about this face to face, though

you did laugh and you heard his chuckle when you told Chrollo about the fatal hit you inflicted on your attacker

but when he asked you how bad your injuries were, you couldn’t answer

what were you supposed to say?

that you’d never seen so much blood in your entire life?

or that you could feel yourself slipping away?

(Y/N)? Talk to me, darling. I’m almost there. Just keep talking.

you told Chrollo about the cake you had bought and how you wanted to go on a date the next day or just sleep in and spend the entire day celebrating at home

he only hummed, hurrying over to you as fast as he could

good thing Shalnark installed an app on your phone that allowed Chrollo to pinpoint your location with accuracy

he swore he’d only use it in case of emergency and he’d kept his word

Chrollo felt his heart drop into his stomach when he saw your figure and all the blood surrounding you and the figure a few meters away from you

(Y/N)? I’m here now. Everything’s going to be fine, okay?

his hand caressed your cheek while the other hovered over your waist, where most of the blood seemed to come from

you leaned into his touch, smiling at him despite all the pain you felt and the numbness that started to overtake your limbs

Chrollo had already called Machi to heal you and Feitan, more for reinforcement than anything

and a few seconds later you could both hear them rapidly approaching you

Machi, please.

she only nodded and got to work, with Feitan going over to your attacker and inspecting him closely

Chrollo held your hand the entire time, smiling down at you and kissing your knuckles, hoping that you’d be saved and coming back with him injured, but alive

Machi managed to stitch most of your wounds and the bleeding stopped, but you were still pale and trembling from all the blood loss

How are you feeling, love? Better?

you wanted to say yes, just to keep that hopeful sparkle in his eyes

but you couldn’t

No... It hurts a lot... I don’t think I’ll-

Stop. Don’t say it.

Machi had gotten up and taken a few steps away from the two of you, still hearing you, but giving you some privacy

she’d done her best and you were thankful for that

you had felt her hands tremble slightly

you were friends and her boss’ lover

the idea of someone else she grew close to dying was making her sick

and Chrollo felt the same way

despite being around death so often and for his entire life, he still hated the idea of someone he cared about leaving his side like this

it was too soon

he still had so many things he wanted to experience with you and show you

he couldn’t lose you just like that

it wasn’t fair

there were tears forming in his eyes and you felt your heart clench in pain and pity when they started descending down his cheeks

your fingers wiped them away, the dry blood on your fingertips leaving faint marks where they got the blood wet again

Shhh... Don’t worry, we’ll meet again one day. Okay? And I’ll watch over you. So don’t cry anymore, please.

you were no better since you were crying as well

it really wasn’t fair

you didn’t want to die

you didn’t want to leave Chrollo

and seeing him actually react like this really moved you

as cool and charming as he always acted, even with you for the most part

you really didn’t think that he felt so strongly about you

you kissed the top of his head lightly as his face rested over your neck, lips pressing over the still warm skin and moving as if he was mumbling

or praying

Chrollo, sweetheart, please, look at me.

his eyes were teary and a little bloodshot as his hands were holding tightly onto yours

you looked so pale, but you still smiled at him

and Chrollo felt his heart crack

because it was his fault

he should’ve kept you safe

he was still trying not to be loud

and only you could see his face and feel his trembling hands

It’s not your fault. Understood? Don’t blame yourself. I want you to promise me this.

he couldn’t do that and you knew it

he’d always feel some guilt because this could’ve been avoided

if only he’d been with you, he could’ve protected you

just like he promised you

and he broke it

I promise.

he knew how stubborn you were sometimes

you wouldn’t take no or I can’t for an answer

not this time

I love you, (Y/N). I’ll always do.

his voice was anything but loud

this was only for you to hear and no one else

not even Machi or Feitan

So will I, Chrollo. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone, alright?

you smirked playfully, though even you felt like it was a pitiful attempt at making everything more light-hearted

he cracked a broken smile and kissed your forehead, arms slowly lifting you up so he could hug you properly

you hugged him back tightly, hand going through his hair as his hands clung to your torn clothes, feeling the dry blood that had soaked through

it honestly hurt to stay like this

but it didn’t matter anymore

even now, you felt safe in his arms

his cologne always brought you this feeling of familiarity and home

and his skin was so warm that you never wanted to part with him

but you slowly started feeling even more sluggish

there were black spots gradually growing in size and numbers and you closed your eyes, letting your other senses heighten

his breathing was ragged but still quiet

his fingers were digging into your skin only a little

his grip tightened just as yours started to weaken

you could only press a kiss to his shoulder before you felt a few more tears fall onto your skin

if only you could apologise for making him cry, you would’ve done it

but you could barely open your mouth to utter a whimpered sorry

and the last thing you heard was Chrollo, thanking you for loving him

as he got up, with your lifeless body in his arms, cradling you protectively

Chrollo looked down at your face

you looked as if you were sleeping

just like that time when you went to an amusement park and he had to carry you home because of how tired you were

if only there wasn’t so much blood and your body was warmer

Machi and Feitan were looking at the both of you without saying a word

Machi’s eyes were shining with unshed tears

while Feitan grimaced behind his mask

things would never be the same now that you were gone

he could already sense the change in Chrollo

Feitan, do you know who he is?

Yes, seen him before. Yakuza from the northern side of the city. Had a clash a few months ago.

Chrollo only nodded and his fingers tightened their grip a little over your skin that was growing colder

Let’s head back. After all, we should forgive our enemies. But not before they are hanged.

Chrollo and the other two Spiders walked away from the scene in silence

every memory the two of you had built over time, good or bad, was burnt into his mind and kept replaying

he glanced at you again

you would never be forgotten

you would always be loved

Chrollo swore this

and swore to get even and kill them all

revenge is a confession of pain

and he had never felt so much of it before

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x reader #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader #hxh chrollo #hxh writing

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psychewithwings · 4 years

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Partying With The Adultrio: HxH hcs

WARNINGS: nsfw, public sex, partying, drinking, and violence cuz… Adultrio

Hisoka

This man loves to party

He loves staying out until 6AM partying and then getting breakfast at the crack of dawn

Would take you to club with lots of bright lights and loud music

This place might double as a sex club (I feel he’s into that)

So in the upstairs they have like cages and poles you can climb on/in

Would love if you got all up on them

Dance for him, he will enjoy it (he likes being with someone as crazy as him)

Would throw his playing cards on you while you danced instead of throwing money

I feel like he would stand in the background and wait for some guy to hit on you just so he could start a fight (very Disco Pigs if you know the story)

Hisoka will not take the fight outside

Will destroy the dude so fast that he didn’t know what happened

Honestly, you don’t mind, cuz sleazy club guys kinds deserve it? (moral grey area here)

Security is scared of him so you won’t get kicked out of the club

You probably didn’t even have to pay a cover or pay for drinks

Coat check? Also free

After he kicks ass, he will take you down to the sex club portion and have his way with you

“Aww my kitten likes having everybody watch her fall apart”

And yeah, you really do

Partying with Hisoka is really fun but exhausting

Will want to party at least 3 days a week

So I hope you’re up for that

Illumi:

He actually took you somewhere?

A party? Wow

Hmm…he doesn’t seem to know anyone here

… this is an assassination mission isn’t it

Yeahhhhh the only parties he brings you to are for killing

:\ sorry

But! It’s because you’re so useful in these situations

You make him look more normal, help him contain all that blood lust, ya know?

Y/n: Why’d you even bring me here if you’re just gonna kill everyone?

Illumi: Because, I thought you would have a good time at the party

You’re mad because you are actually having fun

It’s at a large house, with a giant library

Illumi says after they’re all dead that you can take as many books as you want

Well, I guess that’s sort of a present

You decide he needs to learn a bit more about intimacy

You take him to dance with you

You are surprised to know he actually knows how to dance????

But then you remember that he is a Zoldyk and they get taught weird stuff

Yeahhhhh Illumi, not a party animal

Just a workaholic who has difficulty with feelings (tbh he’s kinda a sociopath)

Chrollo:

Tbh, I think he’s the best to party with

This man would take you to something ELABORATE

Like a garden masquerade party

A full on fucking ball

WITH a 4 course meal

I feel like he frequents these kinds of events with dozens of fake names

Will always attend with you, but sometimes the troupe joins him

Would always help you pick out your outfit and would gift you a beautiful ornate venetian mask

You would often have a similar theme, like if his mask was a fox, yours would be a rabbit in a similar design…

Would end up roll playing “strangers” at the ball

Chrollo: Pardon me, but you look so incredibly beautiful, I just had to say something…

Y/n: I-

Yeah. That’s how most of your interactions go with Chrollo Lucifer

Man has so much class

I feel like even though he is classy, whenever you needed a break from waltzing, he would sit in the chair, and you would sit in his lap

He likes to hold you close

He wants to shower you in romance

He just- I live for this man

Okay so it’s a proper event but theres lots of champagne, like endless champagne fountain, something bougie like that

You might get tipsy, and handsy

He’s more than fine with that

Just don’t start things you can’t finish

Or he will make you finish

Under the table

In front of the rest of the very proper party guests

You’re trying your best not to be obvious that he is fingering you under the table

But you can’t help but gasp as his fingers curl into that one spot that makes you writhe

Chrollo: Y/n is fine, just surprised that the Cabernet has such an oaky finish

Y/n: *pure bliss*

He loves the feeling of you clenching around his fingers while he discusses a rare music piece from 1709 with the other guests

#hisoka #Chrollo #illumi #hisoka x reader #chrollo x reader #illumi x reader #hunter x hunter #i simp for this man #which one #ha

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kim-miri · 3 years

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HALF(have a little fun) pt. iii

→ one | two

→ Sayomi Zoldyck is the eldest child and twin sister to Illumi, of the renowned Zoldyck family of assassins. At the age of ten she’s taken away to Meteor City by her mother, Kikyo Zoldyck, unbeknownst to the rest of the family, as well as newborn Killua, and left to fend for herself. This is the story of the long-lost Zoldyck and those she becomes acquainted with, all while she just wants to have a little fun.

» part three / ?

» pairing: eventually - chrollo x oc x feat. hisoka

» warnings: drugs, blood/violence

» a/n: helloo~ this is my first write ever, and it’ll probably be a pretty long series. I’m also balancing school and a part-time job so forgive me for slow updates! If you’re reading this, thank you so much for showing interest and please leave comments below with your inputs!

» word count: 2,948

☾ iii.

Name: Sayomi Zoldyck 小夜美 | "小" is small | "夜" is night | "美" is beauty |

Hair color: White

Eye Color: Purple

Nen: Manipulator (same exact abilities as Illumi)

Abilities: Same as Illumi Zoldyck - Body Alteration, Hypnotic Spell, Corpse Control, Needle People, Katana

☾ iii. part iii: meteor city

Sayomi woke up with a start.

Her violet eyes flew open as she gasped remembering the past events and how her mother had drugged her.

Attempting to rise from her less than comfortable position on the ground, a nasty stench made her cringe as she gaped at her new surroundings.

Trash and dumped items made up the entirety of where she sat, as well as everything else she could see from her spot. Most of it was worn down enough to be unrecognizeable, only looking like jagged pieces of material building upon each other.

Standing up in one swift movement, Sayomi stretched out her tired limbs as she tried to grasp the situation she was in. Maybe mother threw me in the junkyard?

It wouldn’t be the first time her mother had tried to dump her somewhere, but Illumi or her father would usually come running for her before she would even have time to recognize her surroundings.

Taking a step forward to start exploring, she paused as she kicked something lying by her feet.

The item stood out amongst the rust and filth, as it was immaculate and seemed to radiate a familiar aura. A katana?

Tilting her head curiously, Sayomi reached down and grabbed the sheathed weapon. It was indeed very clean and actually seemed brand new.

Looking it up and down, a silver gleam caught her eye- it was an engraving left on the otherwise black covering.

‘Sayomi Zoldyck’

A rush of adrenaline ran through her blood as she recognized her own name engraved on the sheath. But why would mother reward me after dumping me in this junkyard?

Thousands of questions and possible scenarios ran through her head, but she pushed them aside with a shake of her head. I might as well play with this to pass the time.

The 10 year old unsheathed her new weapon, getting ready to take a practice swing when a rolled up piece of paper dropped from the katana.

Unravelling the note, Sayomi read it contents without a moment to lose.

Sayomi,

Welcome to Meteor City.

I’m sure you recognize the name from the many stories I’ve told you and your brother about my hometown.

And from those same stories, you should know that those who make it out of the city come back stronger than they’ve ever been before.

My only daughter, you know how much I cherish you and wish to see you succeed.

When the time is right, you will find your way back home and claim your rightful spot as heir of the family business.

Until then,

Mother

Meteor City. As the reality of her situation started to sink in, Sayomi found it hard to breath. Whether it was the anxiety starting to take over her brain, or the barely breathable, polluted air of Meteor City, she found herself falling to her knees, nauseous.

☾iii.

Sayomi was desperate. She had been walking alone for close to four hours before traces of civilization began to appear in the distance.

Her wounds were splitting open under the cloth bandages she wore, and dehydration sent black spots dancing across her vision.

Sayomi remembered something from one of the stories her mother had once told them. It was that the citizens of Meteor City refrained from hostility between one another unless they were threatened first.

With this in mind, Sayomi continued on to the tents and vast pillars of smoke in front of her.

Clutching her side, which was now bleeding through the wraps Illumi had given her, Sayomi spotted vague figures moving about within the camp.

The sweat dripping into her eyes didn’t help her already blurring vision as she squinted hard to try and identify the faint figures that grew larger as she approached them.

At last within modest range of the camp, one of the members turned to face her.

One after another the citizens turned from their positions, analyzing the outcast that had stumbled upon their camp.

Struggling to remain upright with her wounds and burning lungs, Sayomi let out a cry of pain before falling to the ground once again, the jagged surface cutting into her ankles.

Several of the figures rushed towards the fallen 10 year old. With caring hands, one of the citizens lifted the girl into her arms, her lightweight figure not being a struggle to carry.

Sayomi looked up at the woman weakly, she was most likely in her 40s, her eyes gray and facial features dull.

At the same time, the woman stared back, seemingly trying to analyze Sayomi’s strong features. She recognized that her slanted violet eyes were far foreign to Meteor City, along with her intricate kimono and katana. How did a child of such status end up here?

Taking Sayomi to her own home within the camp, she treated Sayomi’s wounds and gave her water along with a small portion of food to eat.

The woman had introduced herself once Sayomi was back on her feet. Her name was Rin, and she had been living in Meteor City since she could remember.

She introduced her husband and daughter as well. Their names being Shota and Ayame respectively.

Ayame turned out to be two years older than Sayomi. She had ashy brown hair and gray eyes like her mother.

The rest of the community welcomed Sayomi with open arms, not bothering to ask where she came from or why she was here. It seemed they didn’t care.

Though Sayomi was grateful of their hospitality, she was homesick already. Missing the mansion where everything was familiar and made sense.

When night fell on her first day in Meteor City, Sayomi shut her eyes tight from her spot next to Ayame on the floor. It didn’t seem real to her. Just yesterday she had been with her family and everything had been as it always was.

Did everyone want her gone? Not just mother?

Thoughts like these ran through Sayomi’s fragile mind. All this stress at such a young age poisoned the girl’s mind, making her question the validity of those who loved her.

☾iii.

Much like Illumi back at the Zoldyck mansion, Sayomi spent most of her time in Meteor city training.

The environment, as well as occasional gang fights taught Sayomi real fighting, and not the guided sparring she would do back at home.

Mirroring the techniques she had once seen while shadowing a senior assassin, Sayomi worked towards extending her abilities to mastering the katana.

Her needles remained as well, safely tucked away on a band she kept around her left thigh, hidden from others. They were a constant reminder of Illumi, her best friend and the only one she had her hopes left in to save her.

On another note, the family she stayed with was generous to point that she began to grow suspicious of their willingness to take care of her.

Hospitality was one thing, but she knew enough to recognize an odd-favored deal when she saw one.

Sayomi had been freeloading off the family, wearing the extra clothes they provided her, eating their food, drinking from their water supply, and even sleeping in their tent.

But as wary as she was, she knew this was the only option she had. For now.

She had already stayed far from the city’s borders, and the only way off of the island in the first place was by boat.

Sayomi would have to wait for the right time in order to escape the city alive.

☾iii.

6 years later

“Sayomi~”

The sun rose over Meteor City, waking its inhabitants, and marking the start to another day.

Inside one of the many worn tents at the camp, a girl with tangled, brilliant white hair laid sprawled out on the cardboard-floors.

“Sayomi!” Ayame entered the tent once again, waking the girl to join her family for breakfast.

Sayomi groaned at the sunlight that entered the tent with Ayame’s return.

Sitting up, her hair cascaded down her shoulders and back, just barely touching the floor below her waist.

Now 16 years old, Sayomi’s face had thinned out, no longer round and chubby, but firm and angular with more defined features.

Her striking violet eyes and silky white hair were the only things that seemed to remain the same from when she was dumped 6 years ago.

With a noticeable number of inches added to her legs and arms, as well as new subtle curves adorning her body, Sayomi had matured a great amount, both physically and mentally. What had once been an innocent, joyful 10 year old girl, was now approaching the end of her youth days trapped in a foreign city.

Sayomi didn’t talk about her family. Or the past for that much.

She didn’t like to remember the feeling of waiting desperately for someone to find her.

As a 10 year girl, she didn’t know any better than to rely on her family to come rescue her. But as those days turned into months, and the months turned into years, her hope had died miserably, being replaced by a deep sense of betrayal.

The most she had told the family about her life before Meteor City was about Killua. She had beamed proudly as she told them how similar they looked to each other. Killua. I wonder how he’s turned out to be. If he’s 6 years old now, that means he’s already started training...

But this was her life now, whether she liked it or not, and she would make the most of it even if it meant living only for herself.

“Sayomi! For the last time, waaake uppp. Breakfast is ready.”

Yet another day in Meteor City began for Sayomi. After finishing up breakfast with Ayame and her parents, Sayomi grabbed her katana to go run through more forms on her own.

6 years with the katana, and Sayomi was almost considered proficient in the sword’s fine practice. Without a master to learn from, the majority of her techniques were either gathered from faint memories of when she was younger, or those she came up with herself.

She had also taken the risk of going into some of the gang fights using only her katana, and though she had gotten in dangerous situations to begin with, her hard work didn’t betray her.

Standing in the piles of junk with her arms raised naturally behind her head, Sayomi took a deep breath in and out, ever so bored of the dull features at Meteor City.

☾iii.

After another day filled with meticulous training, Sayomi head back to camp, making her way to Ayame’s tent.

However, upon approaching the little green tent, she sensed within the air that something was off.

She could feel the abnormally tense auras of those sitting inside the tent, much like those of someone caught lying. Slowing her steps towards the tent, Sayomi activated her zetsu in order to listen in to the apparent conversation going on inside.

“Yes, I’m sure that’s her full name. Sayomi Zoldyck. She’s the one we’ll give you instead of Ayame.”

It was Shota’s voice.

His normally confident tone was replaced by one filled with a thousand concerns.

“I assure you she’ll be here with us when you arrive tomorrow. Thank you again, sir, for accepting the replacement. Good Night.”

Could it be another gang looking for trouble? She was sure she could take them, whoever they were, but it still hurt to be referred to as ‘the replacement’.

Sayomi shook her head out of such thoughts, realizing how panicked she was becoming over another silly gang. She made her presence visible once again, taking louder than normal footsteps as she returned into the tent for the night.

☾iii.

It was a quiet night much like usual, but everyone inside the tent could feel the discomfort that seemed to radiate around the 4 in endless circles.

Sayomi shifted in her sleep, unable to ignore the itching feeling in the back of her mind.

The gangs here are nothing, I’ll be fine.

She fell asleep late that night, despite being exhausted from a full day of training. A battle of worries and self-reassurance eventually died down in her mind, letting her sleep in peace.

Having fallen into a deep sleep, she had missed the sound of Ayame crying softly next to her. The older girl fell asleep facing away from Sayomi, feeling too guilty to even look at her.

“I’m so sorry, Sayomi.” Ayame whispered into the darkness.

☾iii.

Early morning the next day, a commotion stirred through the camp.

The sound of multiple vehicles treading over glass and broken fragments awoke Sayomi, who sat up too quickly for her tired self.

Her body lurched to the side, thrown off balance by the sudden movement she had made to get up.

Groaning while she firmly held her balance with a single hand digging into the blankets pooled around her, Sayomi was confused to see that the tent was empty around her.

Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Sayomi slung her katana over her shoulder hastily before making her way outside, her left hand hovering over the needles strapped to her thigh.

It was still dark out when Sayomi lifted the entrance of the tent. Quite close to golden hour, but still dark enough for her to have to strain noteably in order to see.

The vehicles she had heard were parked about 50 feet from where she stood. There were 3 cars parked side by side, black sedans that looked much similar to the ones back at the estate.

Upon her eyes’ adjustment to the dark, Sayomi could see several men dressed in black suits conversing with Shota and Rin, Ayame by their side.

She kept her guard up as she attempted to read the auras of the people standing in front of her, getting a faint feel for their emotions.

Ayame and her family were tense, worried, but Shota showed small signs of relief in his expression. The men in suits were less readable, their emotions hidden behind an experienced aura of composure.

Looks like they’re pretty experienced… But they don’t look like a gang, or like they’re even from around here.

Taking a risk, Sayomi edged closer to the group, trying to listen in on the conversation. She was partially concealed by a pile of junk, only peeking out once in a while to confirm their positions.

Her new spot was about 30 feet from the closest man, and she could now make out parts of their conversation.

An unfamiliar voice rumbled “Rest assured, she will be provided with more than she ever was here.”

Shota’s voice was next. “And will she be safe on the trip to Yorknew City?”

Yorknew City. So whoever these people were didn’t want to kill her, but take her with them to the great city of opportunities? Well, damn.

Sayomi stepped out from her position behind the pile, not caring to keep her guard up as she willingly presented herself to her soon to be captors.

Ayame gasped upon seeing Sayomi walk towards them with her hands relaxed behind her head. Her eyes shifted to her parents. They were just as surprised, having not noticed her presence earlier.

The men looked from the shocked family of 3 to the teen strolling towards their makeshift circle. She could sense them growing tense with each of her steps, deducing her identity as their target.

One of them finally broke the silence, acknowledging her presence.

“Sayomi Zoldyck?”

Sayomi gave a flat-lipped smile in return. “Yes sir.”

The family was wading in embarrassment and horror, caught red-handed agreeing to sell Sayomi off.

The men scoffed at the brazen teen, preparing to catch her off guard with the proposal, but Sayomi spoke first.

“So, what I’m getting from this- is basically that… you had a deal with this family for whatever reason. And were going to take their daughter from them, but they pleaded with you and insisted that I could be a better replacement?”

Her deductive instincts had helped her reach the conclusion that was pretty much dead on.

The family remained still, averting their gazes from the teen in front of them, while the men nodded several times before speaking.

“Correct. Your arrogance will surely not be needed where we’re going, but I guess it’s alright as long as you’re able to back it up.”

Leaving no opening for Sayomi to respond, another one of the men spoke up. “Shall we get going then? It seems like force won’t be necessary, so we might as well move while everyone’s cooperating.”

Sayomi had only nodded, a slight skip in her step as she seized the opportunity to leave Meteor City at last. Whatever business awaited her ahead could be dealt with, and she found it in herself to smile as she faced the family that had supported her for the past 6 years.

“Shota, Rin, Ayame. I could never thank you enough for your generosity during these past years of mine. And so, with all due respect, please forget all about me and flourish in the love of your family once again.”

No matter how blunt, she had meant every word she said, and with that Sayomi turned her back to the people who had raised her up through her broken youth.

She felt no remorse for their guilt-ridden feelings, for it was just another thing in the past.

The 3 cars took off through the rubble, Sayomi in the backseat of one of them. Her violet eyes reflected off the glass of the window beside her, reminding her of the first time she had arrived. She sat in silence as she watched the hell that had been Meteor City flash past her.

Old news.

Just like her family.

☾iii.

to be continued.

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