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absolute-flaming-trash · 9 months

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Been a hot minute, my friends, and I'm sorry for that.

This is something that has been sitting in my drafts for a bit and with how long it's been taking me to get other work out, I figured why not even if I'm not fully pleased with it.

I hope you enjoy regardless 💛

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader

SFW

Word Count: 910

Warnings: Yandere, Kidnapping, Forced relationship, Murder (mentioned)

Please be nice, I don't write for this man often

“May I ask you something?”

It was a simple question, but one you regretted the moment it left your lips because of how it silenced the room.

Gone was the soft scratching of pen against paper as Chrollo looked toward your seated position, his expression thankfully that of neutrality mixed with a hint of slight intrigue.

You swallowed and looked down at your lap. Better than annoyance, you supposed.

“I just… I can’t stop thinking about it, and I have to ask...” Your fingers picked at the frayed ends of the couch while your graze returned to his. “Why me?”

He arched a brow, amusement creeping into his eyes. “Why you?”

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

“Yes.” You replied with a little more conviction in your own tone this time. “Surely keeping one person alive when the rest were doomed to die is more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Are you saying that you would’ve preferred to have shared the same fate as the rest of your fellow party go-ers?”

Your cringe followed by a beat of silence was more than enough of an answer, but you felt obligated to continue since you were the one who started this conversation in the first place.

“...No.” Your teeth found your bottom lip while you tried to gather your thoughts in a way you hoped would make sense, all while pushing the memory of the fundraiser-turned-bloodbath out of your mind. “I’m saying I don’t understand.”

Chrollo leaned back in his own seat, still looking directly at you. “You’re here to keep the police from doing anything foolish.”

“I know that!” The frustration in your chest made itself known. “But you could have taken anybody. One of the sponsors of the damn thing, or even some other random woman, yet you kept me alive. I want to know your reasoning for it.”

He didn’t seem upset by your outburst, if anything it just served to increase his growing interest in the conversation.

Likely because these were the most words you had ever spoken to him at a given time.

Bastard.

“I liked you.”

Such a simple answer, and one you did not expect from someone who typically played their cards so close to the chest. It threw you off whatever balance you mentally had, and you recovered with a scoff.

“You liked me?”

“Yes.”

A twitch went through your eye when he didn’t expand on that - the sound of pen on paper filling up the room once more. You refused to let the conversation die there.

“I don’t believe you.”

That was a lie, but one you were willing to risk if it meant bringing the topic back to life, and boy did it work.

Not only did he stop writing, he set the pen down on the desk in front of him and turned his whole body to face you. “Oh?”

Shit.

“I mean, I don’t know how you could decide using something like that in a situation that was such a spur of the moment.”

“What makes you think any of what I do is ‘spur of the moment’?”

That made you pause. He had a point there. In the short time that you knew him, he had proved himself to be anything but impulsive…

Your temples throbbed with a quickly encroaching headache.

“If it wasn’t, then what? Your choice was made before the bloodshed started?”

The words were spoken sarcastically, but you had no idea just how right you were until you saw his expression change from amused neutrality to one of…

Come to think of it, you had no idea what to call the look on his face. Admiration came closest to mind, but that didn’t feel right.

“You catch on fast, well done.”

You made a face, not a fan of the condescending tone. “So, what? If I’m not sacrificed to the cops in a hail of bullets, you’re going to keep me as some kind of pet?”

Amusement crept back onto his face. “Is that what you think?”

“If it is, I hope you know I’ll fight that with every fiber in my being.”

He hummed lowly, your promise of violence completely brushed to the side. “As intriguing as the notion is, I have no intention of doing such a thing to you.”

“Then what do you intend to do?”

A small smile appeared on his face, but he didn’t answer, allowing you a moment to draw your own conclusions.

When you did, you frowned.

“Not a chance.”

“Why?”

You gave him an indignant look. “You can’t seriously expect me to willingly be with you after everything that has happened.”

“I don’t, hence your current circumstances.”

Silence filled the air again after that. A nice reminder that whatever outcome you could’ve hoped for during this exchange, you were doomed to lose regardless.

All you could do was shake your head in malcontent and pick at the frayed ends of the couch again, unable to come up with anything further to say.

More amusement flickered across his face. “You do not wish to be my pet, nor to be my lover.” He sat back ever so slightly in his chair. “Tell me then, what do you wish to be?”

“Free.” You replied without a sliver of hesitation, locking eyes again with him once more. “But we both know that will never happen, will it?”

Chrollo threatened to genuinely smile at your answer and he shook his head once.

“No. It won’t.”

#riri writes #Chrollo x Reader #Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #tw murder #tw forced relationship #Chrollo #Chrollo Lucilfer #HxH #Hunter x Hunter #Reason I'm not a fan of this is I think I made him too talkative here #but c'est la vie

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some-zer0 · 2 years

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Happy 30th birthday to the best ex-attorney in Japanifornia!

#reupload cause I immediately noticed a mistake in the old version after I posted it #ace attorney #phoenix wright #trucy wright #this is technically half an hour late #but c'est la vie #I did this

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tardxsblues · 1 year

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I've never been this way before,

now I know what I waited for.

You traded an eternity,

to come and hide away with me.

#good omens #good omens edit #good omens gif #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #david tennant #michael sheen #it was the greatest shock of my life when i discovered this song by nickelback that had ineffable husbands written all over it #i never would have guessed #i'm not entirely happy with this #but c'est la vie #my gifs #gif warning

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thewolfisawake · 7 months

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So I was thinking about it more, had pretty much settled on Baet, and then came to a very concerning conclusion. That conclusion was "Bonded/codependent problem pair, meet bonded/codependent problem pair" (though Enoch and Baphomet aren't actually a thing anymore)

And honestly, the two boxes where there's only one of them on there is more like...they're fine if it's a thing, they're just kind of "eh." about it.

@soulsxng || BINGO, B-I-N-G-O

Idk if this means Bal is easy to please or if he's just got a lot walking around with his type. Either way, I don't think missing one is gonna bother him much. Especially if the violent ones were a-ok'd. But hoo boy, I don't know if we're lucky or missed out on that far too close pair meet up to go on--

Balmoral: Ah dinnae see how no? Such fine company they'd be.

#answered #{Balmoral Answers #I almost feel I should've said #'Mhoirbheinn has to tolerate you'#because I think a lot of folks will put up with him #but c'est la vie #and of course #Bal finds both interesting from the go #hmm maybe you are really easy to please

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iightbringer · 1 month

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saltburn is the "never let em know ur next move" of movies

#saltburn #besides barry keoghan's face #it was pretty interesting #tumblr queerbaited the hell out of me w it though #but c'est la vie

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lorillee · 10 months

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yeah ill bet

#rest in peace gregory edgeworth you were a real one 🫡 sucks you kicked the bucket cuz of manfreds ego #but c'est la vie #or . i guess. c'est la mort #lorillee liveblogs aa investigations 2: electric boogaloo

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abeastfrombelow · 2 months

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I'm probably decent at writing female characters (after all I was one, once) but the fear always remains that I'm somehow doing wrong by the characters I create by subscribing to certain tropes. I wish the authors who came before me saw women as people so that I don't have to have guilt around making a certain character innocent or inexperienced in a way I wouldn't have if they were a man, but such is life.

#maybe what i really wish is for is that my moral ocd was less intense so i can tell stories the way i want to tell them #but c'est la vie

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jennamacaroni · 2 years

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prompt list, fluff #59: “You’re very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

(for @soulofacircus babs i’m slowly chipping away at the... twenty-one you sent me)

edit: sry for stealing a line from you babe 💕💕💕 @fleaflofloyd

“Ava. Wake up.”

Something is prodding at her shoulder and she definitely doesn’t remember falling asleep. Why is Deborah–is this a dream? If it is, it’s definitely not as good as… nevermind. Ava inhales against the pillow, and there’s just the ghost of Deborah’s perfume. She smiles, digs her nose in deeper, and draws in more of Deborah’s smell. Those ridiculously expensive face creams taking up the majority of the bus’s fridge sure do smell lovely. RIP to that kombucha, though.

“You’re drooling on the pillowcase. Those are silk and cost more than your paycheck.”

“Mm just add it to my tab,” Ava says, voice sleep-scratched and muffled by the pillow as she rearranges the splay of her legs underneath the weight of the duvet. The smoothness of the sheets slip against her freshly shaved legs, the complete opposite of the shitty stiff and scratchy ones on her own tiny bed a few feet down the hall.

The hand at her shoulder becomes more forceful in pushing at her but Ava refuses to open her eyes, instead swatting blindly at Deborah and rolling onto her side, finding the cooler half of the pillow and leaving Deborah at her back.

“Go to your own bed.”

“Can’t. Asleep. Cozy. So fucking cozy.”

They’d been watching SVU again, Deborah’s suggestion, and Deborah’s bed was the only place on the bus big enough for the both of them. Though she spoils the ending of every episode without fail, Ava cares less and less as these moments provide her with the rare opportunity to lay down without feeling like she’s in a coffin.

“Please, Deb. I don’t want to feel like a vampire just for one night. You don’t know how good you have it.”

“I promise you I do. Lest you forget this isn’t my first tour bus rodeo. Or my second or even my third. Plus you talk in your sleep. Full-on conversations, both sides, and I can’t fall asleep.”

Ava rolls over again, this time facing Deborah who is clad in the silk zebra pajamas and still propped up with multiple pillows and the latest copy of the New Yorker spread open across her lap. Her readers sit perched at the very tip of her nose and she peers down at Ava over them.

“Yeah, you really look like you’re going for some shut-eye there, D.”

Deborah purses her lips and tries to look annoyed, but Ava’s not buying. Maybe she’s just too sleepy and content here in Deborah’s bed, or maybe she’s simply too used to being on the receiving end of Deborah’s glares to care much anymore.

“What did I tell you about that nickname?”

Ava ignores the hint of the threat and yawns, relishing that she can fully stretch her limbs without hitting any walls. She pulls the hood of her sweatshirt up over her still damp hair and down over her eyes, hiding as much of her face as she can, trying to block out the light from Deborah’s reading lamp.

“Five more minutes, pleeeease,” Ava begs, closing the short distance between their bodies to rest her head against Deborah’s arm. “I promise not to complain next time your rejuvenation bed or whatever overheats and turns my bunk into a hotbox.”

“That was one time.”

“Yeah, well, the heat rash still hasn’t gone away completely, so.”

“I really don’t need to know.”

Ava pulls back but misses Deborah’s warmth immediately. She rubs at the sleepy crust around her eyes and meets Deborah’s. She probably looks as in love as she feels, but Ava is too sleepy to attempt to hide her affection. “Okay, name your price.”

“You’re very endearing when you’re half asleep,” Deborah says, tugging at one of the strings of Ava’s sweatshirt and cinching the hood half-closed around her face. “And so much less of a pain in the ass.”

“Thank you?”

“Okay, one more episode.”

“Yes!” Ava picks up the TV remote and hits play, the familiar voiceover playing as Ava snuggles back down beneath the sheets. They both make the iconic ‘chung chung’ sound perfectly in sync with the audio as the episode begins and Ava is stupidly content.

After the opening credits and just as Ava is closing her eyes, Deborah adds, “and my price is we’re getting acai bowls for breakfast. No complaints.”

“Ugh, fine. Just no coconut flakes please? You know I’m allergic.”

“Honestly, I can’t keep track of your multitude of skin conditions.”

“It was a heat rash, Deborah!”

“Shut up and go back to sleep,” Deborah says, picking the magazine back up and picking up where she left off.

#hacks #prompts with friends #soulofacircus #ava x deborah #idk this was short and stupid and not at all what i sat down to write today #not even the second choice of what i wanted to write today #but c'est la vie #deb really has that giant bed on the bus so it really would be a waste if they're not sharing it at some point imo #as always i'll fix typos and grammar shit later if i notice it

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nachosforfree · 2 years

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Pretty weird for rick to just drop "yeah the nazis were sons of hades" on us and continue on like nothing

#theres a lot of things in the pjo series that i find weird #but c'est la vie

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expatesque · 11 months

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First week back: cried a lot, completely unpacked (awful), did very little work (yikes), bought a Prada skirt, went out out on a Thursday (unwise, but worth it), nearly passed out at hot yoga (have officially entered the two day hangover era, RIP), saw three different groups of friends. It was awful. It was fun. One day at a time.

#my insane table comes tomorrow and then all my unpacking will be for naught #but c'est la vie #this is going to just #suck I think

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snootysith · 1 year

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tag 9 people you want to get to know better‼️

Tagged by @certified-anakinfucker... and it's way overdue oops

first ship: Megatron/Starscream :`) (Pretty sure that ridiculous dynamic influenced future ships.)

three ships:

Darth Marr/Darth Vowrawn

All Might/All For One

Corypheus/The Architect

last song: The Edge (Grant feat. Nevve)

last movie: A Cure For Wellness

currently reading: Vita et Anima by little_abyss. (One of my comfort fics that I never get tired of rereading. Tevinter politics and romance? Ugh, yes.)

currently consuming: caffeine pills

currently craving: inspo and/or company to chat about Sith politics, culture, and general worldbuilding as we kick our evil little feet in the air together

tagging: @fluffynexu @sith-shenanigans @sassheliosazuras

#tbh i don't even know if you guys are still active in the fandom or not #but c'est la vie #june speaks #tagged post #swtor

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joy-returns-in-the-morning · 5 months

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Off for the week! Wahoo

#except im going to miss th company holiday party noooo >:(#but c'est la vie #sayanora suckers im outta here

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ireallydolikeyou2 · 5 months

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So Much about me, that So Many of you will Never, Everr Know... .

#honestly #kind of mind-blowing #when u rly think abt it #but c'est la vie #(my) life has been feeling v unreal lately