#chrollo lucilfer oneshot

[imagineanime2022]

Perfect Pair *Part 4*

Kalluto Zoldyck X Sister!Reader (Platonic) Chrollo Lucilfer X Fem!Reader (Possibly)

Word Count: 1566

Requested: Anon

Request: Can we have part 4 for perfect pair?

*Part 3*

The spiders had been a little less problematic for Kalluto over the past couple of weeks in fact he seemed to have started to fit in with a few of them, Phinks being the one to make sure that Kalluto came back from the mission’s he was sent on with him. You stayed neutral to most of them, now not entirely aggressive to them but not friends either. Chrollo had been keeping an eye on you, he wanted to crack the hard exterior and figure out who you were under all of that.

You had been sitting in the hideout. You gun lay in pieces in front of you as you cleaned it. “You like to spend a lot of time alone.” Chrollo announced his presence with that sentence, you glanced back at him before continuing to clean your gun. “Can I help you with something boss?” You asked. “I just want to talk.” He answered. “About?” You asked. “Well you and your brother, you must have come from somewhere dangerous to want to join this troupe.” Chrollo said as he looked at you, you glanced at him and began to put your gun back together. “What does it matter where we came from?” You asked. “If you want us to trust you then it does.” He answered. “I never asked you to trust me, I have what I wanted a place here.” You answered, placing the now fully assembled gun on the table in front of you. “I could take that place from you.” Chrollo threatened and you smirked while shrugging. “It seems that would be more of a detriment for you than us.” You said “I’ve gotten you far more intel then you’ve had before and my brother serves his purpose in infiltration.” “It’s foolish of you to think that we would keep you for your skills.” He said. “It’s foolish of you to think that you can scare me or my brother, we’ve lived through worse than this and we will continue to live through it.” You stood from where you were sitting and his hand reached out to grab your wrist. “What do the Zoldyck’s want with us?” Chrollo asked. “What are you talking about?” You asked. “You think we wouldn’t be able to find out, that you were the famed second oldest from the Zoldyck family?” He asked. “Famed? I doubt that.” You argued. “Let me ask you something, would you stay in a family who dedicate themselves to one future leader based solely on image and nen type?” “Is he worthy?” Chrollo asked. “You’ve met him, you tell me. The white haired kid that you captured a few months ago, with his dark haired friend.” You describe Killua, Chrollo nodded. “He has potential.” Chrollo answered. “I don’t deny that but he doesn’t want it, to run the family and you know where that leaves people like me and Kalluto?” You asked, he shook his head in response “we clean up all the messes that he makes and smooth over relationships that he destroys and eliminate those who intend to hurt him.” “That doesn’t explain why you are both here.” He reminded you. “Maybe I want to give him the chance to figure out who he is, he hasn’t had the chance, they’ve molded him into their perfect assassin but I want to know who he is.” You explained. “And you, who are you outside of your family?” He asked. “A defying force and a protector, so instead of fighting me show me why it’s worth protecting all of you.” You suggested pulling away from him.

Chrollo had decided that he needed a partner to keep his cover and so he chose you, Kalluto would be the one looking for information while you and Chrollo kept an eye on the target and made sure that he didn’t go back to his room. “You look amazing.” Chrollo smirked and you narrowed your eyes at him and you looked at him in the suit, his hair was down instead of being slicked back and there was a headband that sat around your forehead. “No need to flatter me, I’ve already agreed to do the mission.” “No flattery, just a compliment.” He said as he put out his arm “are you ready?” “Ready.” You nodded.

Chrollo was surprised by the change in you, even he believed that you were interested in him and the event that he brought you to. You were just as impressed with Chrollo given the fact that his eyes seemed to follow you in a way that made it seem natural, you both slipped into a comfortable act until it was shattered by one voice “Hello sister.” You looked around to see a man smiling at you, he looked nothing like either of your brothers but you could not mistake the killing intent coming from him. “Illumi, what are you doing here?” You asked. “You're not the only one interested in the treasure this host hides.” He explained. “So someone hired you to find out for them, don’t you specialise in information, you specialise in killing.” You reminded him as if he would have forgotten. “Unless you took the job because you knew that the spiders would be here.” “Don’t worry father hasn’t put out the order to kill you just yet… I wonder what he’s waiting for.” Illumi mumbled, pressing his finger to his chin. “What do you want?” You asked. “What do I want?” He asked. “Well I want to know what you're doing with the spiders…” “I’m just here for Kalluto.” You answered. “Mmm, the way I see it there have been a number of situations that you would have killed others for.” He said as he glanced at Chrollo behind you, who even now hadn’t taken his hand from your waist. “You like them too, don’t you?” “They were disagreements.” You muttered and he looked at you. “You’ve tried to kill me for a disagreement.” Illumi said. “I hate you.” You informed him and he smirked. “Exactly.” He nodded, it was then that you realised the conversation was going nowhere, it served another purpose. “You're distracting me.” You mumbled as you turned to Chrollo. “Check in with the others.” “Do you think Kalluto can win a fight against Hisoka?” Illumi asked, you growled as you headed towards the door leading back into the hotel, once you were out of sight you started running heading for the room where Kalluto was supposed to be.

“You should be careful around her.” Illumi said as Chrollo turned to follow you “she’s not here because she wants to be.” “I’ve known that since the moment that I saw her.” Chrollo answered “that doesn’t mean that I can’t change her mind.” “Change her mind?” Illumi asked, Chollo smirked all too aware of the fact that he couldn’t start a fight in the middle of the party. “What will your family do if they lose their informants?” Chollo mused as he started walking towards the door “and with the heir already gone what would be left of the great Zoldycks?” Illumi grit his teeth as he watched Chrollo disappear into the crowd and turned away, maybe his father had miscalculated and there were too many pieces scattered to the wind and you were the least obedient of them all.

You kicked your way into the room, attention turning to you long enough that Phinks and Kalluto could make space “Ahh (Y/N) how nice to see you again.” Hisoka greeted you and you rolled your eyes pulling the gun from the holster under your dress, letting off a few shots. “How long do you think it’ll take for the guards to get here?” You asked before moving in front of Phinks and Kalluto. “Go, both of you before they get here.” “We can-” “Come on kid.” Phinks grabbed Kalluto basically throwing him over his shoulder before getting out of the room, you let off another shot when Hisoka tried to follow him. “I assume you don’t have what you came for.” You said as you put the gun back in the holster under your skirt. “It would seem that your brother just escaped with the information that we were looking to collect.” Hisoka answered. “That is good news.” You smirked. “You really are an interesting one, I wonder why he’s always kept me away from you.” Hisoka smirked as he walked towards you. “I wouldn’t get too close, you’ve got to get out of here, I assume you aren’t on the guest list dressed like that.” Your eyes moved up and down his form looking at what was his normal attire. “I guess that is true.” He sighed as he glanced into the hall where you could both hear the footsteps. “I should take my leave.” you moved into the shadow of the door and waited for the guards to come in easily skating around them and heading back down the hall, turning the corner and bumping into Chrollo as you did. “Are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah, did Phinks and Kalluto get out okay?” You asked. “I got a message from Shalnark saying they are fine.” He promised. “Well then it’s time for us to take our leave.” You said taking his hand and pulling him towards the stairs that lead down to the lobby exit and out of harm's way.

*Part 5*

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[luv-gin]

𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. chrollo lucilfer.

❦━cw. making out, swearing, short drabble.

MASTERLIST.

❦━request. chrollo and y/n always having this certain tension between them and when they’re on a “job” with just the two of them, it becomes a bit more evident?

they were quick to exit the building and escape into some random alley near the hotel where they discarded their outer clothing and disguised themselves as different people.

chrollos arm rested on the wall as his arm hid [name]'s face, he too leaned in as people ran past, their voices yelling "where the fuck did they go?"

"don't you think you're a bit too close?" the woman asks as her hands are placed softly around his neck.

“i’d much rather stay here and hide than get caught and cause a scene.” he looks down at [name] and the two feel their hearts fluttering against their ribcages.

“i’d much rather stay here and hide than get caught and cause a scene.” he looks down at [name] and the two feel their hearts fluttering against their ribcages.

“i’d much rather stay here and hide than get caught and cause a scene.” he looks down at [name] and the two feel their hearts fluttering against their ribcages.

“i’d much rather stay here and hide than get caught and cause a scene.” he looks down at [name] and the two feel their hearts fluttering against their ribcages.

“oh, sorry!” a voice suddenly breaks the two from their trance and they realise that their faces were only an inch apart from each others and [name] acts quickly as she recognises the guys uniform.

“do you mind?” she huffs, hands moving to cup chrollos cheeks as she places her lips near the corner of his own.

the man who walked in on their moments immediately turned around and exited the alley announcing an “all clear!” and the guards began to run in the opposite direction of their location.

“that was close.” [name] sighs as she leans back against the wall but chrollo remains unmoved. instead, he leans closer, now placing his index finger and thumb on her chin.

“the gigs up, they’re gone.” she announces with slight confusion in her tone as she glances at chrollos dazed eyes.

“can i kiss you?” he asks and she pauses in shock.

“what?” [name] asks as she attempts to register his words but chrollo seems persistent as his eyes move from her lips to her eyes and he whispers once more.

“can i kiss you?”

[name] can’t help but also let her eyes trail to his lips. they’re plump and take on the colour of a very light baby pink.

“yeah.” she breathes and chrollo wastes no time in capturing her lips with his, years of pining over each other in secret finally dispersing into their heated kiss and [name] let her hands travel down to his neck whilst chrollo kept his arm against the wall and the other one remained clutching onto her cheek.

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[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Final Girl.

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader (HxH).

Word Count: 1.4k.

TW: 'Girl' Is In The Title But Reader Is Gender Neutral, Death and Blood, Mentions of Guns, Manipulation, Implied Kidnapping, and Spoilers for the Ninteenth-Century Novel Dracula.

The night you met him was, by no coincidence, also the night you learned what it meant to feel your blood run cold.

‘Met’ might’ve been an exaggeration. You didn’t meet him so much as you stood still and stared at him – lumbering down the hallway, clutching a gore-splattered butcher's knife, his suit disheveled and stained with a dark, blotting substance you couldn’t bring yourself to put a name to, in your fear-induced paralysis. With the manor's high ceilings and dim lighting, he seemed impossibly tall, his black eyes blank and terrible, his smile manic in a way that sent a chill up your spine, that left you frozen where you stood and unable to run as he came to stand in front of you, as he raised a hand and—

And pointed to the book tucked under your arm, a yellowed paperback beaten to hell and back from weeks of loving abuse. You’d spent hours wondering if you should bring it with you, if there was anyone else on the face of the planet who’d be stupid enough to bring a book to a mascarade ball, but you figured you’d have to step out for a breath of fresh air at some point, tonight, and phones weren’t really an option at this kind of thing. Looking back on it, you struggled to remember why you’d spent so much time agonizing over something so inconsequential, especially when whoever found your body likely wouldn’t pay it a second glance. “Is that—” He started, pausing to wet his lips before correcting himself. “Is that Bram Stoker’s Dracula?”

You blinked several times, shifting your weight. “It is,” you managed, eventually, just before the point of no return. “I… I’m only a few chapters in, though. They’re only on the second blood transfusion.”

His smile widened. “I’m reading it for the second time, now. That’s one of the best passages - you can practically feel the dread mounting in the prose.” While he spoke, you stole another glance at his attire. With your shock beginning to fade and your nerves given a few seconds to cool, you could see that he clearly hadn’t just walked out of a crime scene. His clothes were wrinkled, but not torn, not displaced the way they would’ve been if he’d been in a real fight, and he was covered in a cartoonish amount of (presumably fake) blood. He couldn’t have meant for it to be realistic, not unless you were supposed to believe he’d bled twenty people dry on his own.

He must’ve noticed you staring. His rambling trailed off into an airy chuckle, his free hand drifting to his blood-soaked shirt. “I’m afraid I might’ve misread my invitation,” he admitted, with a slight shrug. You were almost in awe of his nonchalance. Showing up to a masquerade ball in a costume fit for a b-rated haunted house would’ve left you catatonic for… god, the rest of the year, at least. “That’s how I found my way back here, actually. You can understand why I wouldn’t want to stay in the ballroom for very long, considering I’m dressed for a very different party.”

“No, no, that makes a lot of sense! I mean, a costume party would be more in-season.” You felt like an idiot. You could only hope you hadn’t looked as scared as you felt. “Honestly, I’m just surprised they let you in with a prop.”

He glanced to his ‘knife’, too, as if he’d forgotten he was holding it. “Oh, this little thing?” He took the blade in his free hand, bending it downward. Unceremoniously, it snapped into two pieces as easily as if it’d been made of little more than tin foil and plastic - which, to be fair, it probably was. “Most people struggle to see me as a threat, for whatever reason.”

“The doormen probably just felt bad for the strange man who showed up to a charity gala covered in blood.” You spared a small smile, then genuinely brightened, taking up your novel and fishing out the spare mask you’d shoved between the pages while you were getting ready. He should’ve counted himself lucky that you could never be bothered to find a real bookmark. “Mine came in a set of two,” you explained, signaling for him to bend down. A little too easily, he obeyed, stooping just low enough for you to work your spare mask over his head. It was cheaper than anything you would usually like to show off – the base simple black cloth, the embroidery meaninglessly gaudy, the main body kept in place by little more than a simple white ribbon that never seemed to sit just right, but he accepted your offering with a grateful hum. “It’s not much, but—” You paused, buttoning his suit jacket, doing your best to make it look a little less like he’d just walked out of a bad slasher movie and a little more like a tragically color-blind, but ultimately well-dressed party-goer. “It should get you through the door.”

He straightened his back, and you thought you might’ve seen something spark in his dark eyes. Then again, it could’ve just been the moonlight. “I don’t think I ever got your name.”

Oh, right – that was something most people did before offering to fix a stranger’s clothes, wasn’t it? You rushed to introduce yourself, and he did the same. “Chrollo Lucilfer.” And then, offering you his hand, “Perhaps I’d be more warmly received with a plus one?”

As hesitant as you were to slip back into the ballroom on the arm of a disheveled stranger who’d already made an impression of his own, it would’ve broken your heart to turn him down. That, and you might’ve had a weakness for disheveled strangers who fell on the more handsome side of the spectrum.

You laughed as you threaded your arm through his, letting Chrollo guide you back to the main event. A second passed with only the sound of your footsteps and distance music to fill the quiet, then another. Eventually, you broke the silence. “It’s very well-written,” you started, trying to fight the urge to fidget. “But… I don’t think I’m the right audience. I care too much about Lucy. Seeing her go through so much and knowing she’s not going to make it is just—” You sighed, shook your head. “It’s agony. Especially when the villain is literally in the title. I mean, I know the characters don’t know that, but still.”

“The benefit of a voyeur's perspective.” For all his glowing praise, he didn’t seem very offended. “I think the dramatic irony is part of the appeal. By the time the tension breaks, it’s nearly too painful to keep going.”

“Which is exactly why it hurts to read,” you groaned, slumping into his side. “I get why it’s happening, but I just can’t stand spending so long on the build-up knowing how it’s going to end. It probably doesn’t help that Lucy’s one of my favorites, either. Well, aside from Mina, but it wouldn’t be fair to compare her to the author’s self-insert.”

The two of you came to a pair of rounded oak doors. There’d been a pair of attendants stationed outside when you left, but Chrollo didn’t seem to mind shouldering it open himself, ushering you inside with a smile and an idle gesture. You took a second to steel your nerves, still not entirely prepared to throw yourself into a very crowded room filled with very loud music and very eager socialites, then crossed the threshold, coming face to face with—

Carnage. Pure, unadulterated carnage.

There were bodies everywhere, each corpse mangled and bruised and broken in every possible way. Dark blood and broken glass covered the formerly pristine ivory floor, and the walls were painted with the remnants of gunfire. A few people were still standing – the murderers, you figured, judging by the blood on their outlandish clothes, the weapons in their hands, the indifferent agitation written across their expressions as you stared at them in horror, as your heart threatened to give out for the second time that night. The tallest man you’d ever seen pointed a hand-held machine gun in your direction, but Chrollo found his way back to your side, resting a hand on your shoulder as he spoke. “Hold your fire,” he said, casually, as if you weren’t standing at the edge of a bloodbath. As if he’d known what he was leading you into. “I think I’m going to keep this one.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. The air hitched in your throat as he brought a hand up to your chin, tilting your head back and forcing you to meet his unblinking stare. You’d been right the first time. There was never anything his eyes could’ve been but terrible. “I always did like Mina.”

There was never anything he could’ve been but a monster, prowling for his next kill.

“I guess I just have a soft spot for survivors.”

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[ghxstic]

⸝⸝ — SLEEPY? DON'T WORRY, I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.

⸝⸝ A/N :: requested by a lovely mutual of mine that i love sm ! !

⸝⸝ SYNOPSIS :: you should've listen to chrollo, you should've given him what he wanted, maybe if you complied before he wouldn't have go take this course of action.

⸝⸝ TW :: non-con, somnophilia, drugging, breeding, non-consensual touching, mean! chrollo, etc etc.

⸝⸝ TAGLIST :: @devmimi @luvbladez @fatenpara @zannivrs

the criminal stood by the side of your bed, his hands hidden in the pockets of his large leather jacket. the room was dark, the only light that came through was the light that peeked through under the door. you were dead asleep, it was a pretty sight, a normal person would assume that you had been terribly tired, maybe a hard day at work that left you drained. but chrollo knew the truth.

you weren't sleeping by your own will, he was the one that laced your drink after all, giving you a heavy dose of a sleeping powder, now he had you all to himself just as he intended.

chrollo watched you, a small smile on his lips, oh what a beautiful treasure. 

he slipped onto the bed with you, the mattress making a slight creak as his weight was added, he made sure to remove his jacket, too, letting it fall on the ground. now, he rested shirtless beside you, his gaze still focused on you, admiring you and your beauty. one large palm moved to your face, his fingers gently moving some hair away from your face. he hummed, your face looked so soft, so peaceful, oh if you knew what he had planned. 

"it's upsetting how difficult you are, i wouldn't be needing to do this." chrollo noted, he pushed the blanket off your unconscious body, his eyes taking in your position, you were on your side, he gently pushed you on your back.

chrollo was a bad guy. he was a criminal, a thief, a murderer, a horrible human being. he has done countless horrid acts without an ounce of guilt or despair, yet when it comes to you, it's different. you've made him feel new, different, his chest ached for you, yet you refused his advances without regret or care, how cruel could you be? but chrollo isn't the one to back down, he doesn't take no for an answer, if he wants something, he will take it. 

you were no exception. 

his muscular body towered over yours, both of his hands resting beside you, holding himself up with no issue. he wished he didn't have to do it like this, truly, he wished for you to be awake, to be the one moaning his name, not to be unconscious. 

he straddled your hips, his hands pushing your shirt up, slowly exposing your skin, your breasts were exposed now, the coolness of the room making your nipples perk, chrollo's hands enveloped your chest, fondling them, his fingers gently rubbing your nipples. how perverted, but you wouldn't expect any less from a twisted man like him.

his hands then slipped past your abdomen to your pants, his fingers hooked on the waistline before they got tugged off. 

He discarded your pants as well as your underwear with ease, now fully bare, you just laid there, breathing softly, unaware of chrollo's mistreatments. 

chrollo took a hold of your legs, gently spreading them apart so he could rest in between them, his gaze fell on your cunt. the sight making electricity shoot down to his groin. 

his fingers slipped between your folds, fingertips spreading them apart, he hummed in admiration before leaning down, his face now being closer to your cunt, chrollo pressed the flat of his tongue by your hole, then he licked up your cunt slowly, savoring your taste. once his tongue reached your clit he made sure to spit on your cunt after giving your clit a few sucks and licks. 

your body had tensed slightly at the feeling, but other than that you remained unconscious. 

chrollo straightened his back, his hands working to unbutton his pants, a growing bulge was obviously present. chrollo slipped his pants down, kicking them off with ease. in his calloused hand, he gripped his thick shaft, gently jerking his cock off. letting it fully harden in his hand. he squeezed his shaft, letting his thumb press on the tip, pre-cum coating the head. in a swift movement, he spat on his cock, coating his shaft with his saliva, once his skin was slick with saliva to fill in as makeshift lube, chrollo didn't take too long to press the tip of his cock on your hole. 

he aligned himself nicely, his gaze moved to your face, still perfectly unconscious with that soft look on your pretty face. it was nice being on top of you and not having you sobbing for once. though, you did look pretty when you cried. 

chrollo pushed his hips in, his cock stretched out your walls, a shudder left his lips as your walls wrapped around him, so tight, so suffocating. he pressed his body against yours, bathing in your warmth, his face nuzzled against the crook of your neck, kissing your skin, he didn't care about marking you. his mouth sucked on your soft skin, making sure to leave deep purple bruises on your skin.

his hands held your hips, slowly caressing your body up and down. 

chrollo moved his hips back before pushing back down, a repeated motion, over and over. 

at first he tried to keep his speed normal, not too slow, but not too fast either. a little voice in the back of his head telling that if he went too rough on your fragile body you'd wake up and throw a fit. something he didn't want to deal with. 

but, that little voice in the back of his head was quick to disappear, the clench of your walls made his need grow, your pretty pussy milking his cock, your own slick coating his cock nicely. as his thrusts got harder, small whimpers and sighs left your lips, they were soft, but hearing them made chrollo groan. he pulled back from your neck, pleased with the multiple noises that slipped past your lips. 

look at you, enjoying how his cock abused your cunt, seems like all those times you cried and sobbed, trying to push him off were all just a lie. how cute. 

he didn't know his little treasure was just a whore in disguise. 

you weren't the only one making noise, occasional groans slipped past chrollo's lips. your cunt was too good, it was like a drug, conscious or not. 

the clutches and flutters of your walls made his cock twitch, his balls aching to cum, the primal urge to breed you, not in a familiar sense, but in a possession sense, he wanted to mark you in every single sense. the greed to have you all to himself being prominent here. 

his eyes shut, his hands gripping the bedsheets to stay up, his hips starting to move sloppily, needy to cum, his balls feeling heavy. he doesn't remember the last time he got his way with you like this, maybe if you would've been more lenient and grateful he wouldn't have spiked your drink. he has been holding himself back from fucking you like this so you would warm up to him, but seeing how did you didn't change, neither did he. 

but what he didn't expect was your body to tense and your walls to clamp around him as your slick coated his cock. a small mewl left your lips, your hips gently rolling up against him. did you just cum? holy shit. yes you did. 

the way your walls fluttered around him as your body relaxed from your climax made him go mad. 

chrollo's hips kept slamming down against yours, over and over, sloppy and messy. his balls slapping against your skin, his climax was so close it was painful, but after a few more needy thrusts he came, hard. 

a husky groan left his lips, as well as a string of small curses, his cock emptying inside you, leaving you a stuffed and nicely bred. 

after his thick cum coated your walls, he slid out, savoring the last of your walls before he was fully out. his cock softening nicely. 

chrollo didn't care to clean you up, he wanted for you to wake up all sticky, he didn't care about the distress it could cause, besides, you came on his cock so nicely, he wanted to keep you messy as memorabilia. 

standing up, the criminal just walked to the restroom, going to clean himself up, while leaving you there bare and cold. 

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[hisokakissmeplz]

Pissing Them Off

adulttrio x gn reader

Chrollo

You were lying in bed waiting patiently for Chrollo to come to bed, or at least you were almost an hour ago. Now you were sitting up right and about to go fight for his attention against whatever had stolen it away.

You make your way into the other room and find Chrollo sitting there, cross legged, peacefully reading. You lean on the door frame and wait for him to notice you. Nothing.

That when you decide to piss him off. You know exactly what to say to him too. Hisoka's surprising resurrection after their fated fight was still fresh on Chrollo's mind and you could see the way he winced anytime someone mentioned it.

Taking a seat on the couch next to him, you curl up and make yourself comfortable. Taking a deep breath you start.

"So Chrollo, Hisoka's back from the dead, yeah?"

His face flashes of serious discomfort at the subject but he continued to ignore you, not giving you what you wanted.

"He's kinda like Jesus Christ, huh? I bet you don't have a power like that in your book, do ya?"

He glared at you and set the book down.

"Angel, why must you torture me?"

You smirk and lay your head back on the sofa, finally having his attention.

"Because you torture me when you ignore me like that."

A soft smile spread across his lips as he leaned in and wrapped his arms around you. He could never be mad at you.

Hisoka

Rain pattered down on the windows as you sat there, silently watching him build his card house, for the second time. The first one you had kicked down 'accidently' right before he put on the last two cards.

You two had been pettily arguing all day. Hisoka loved to argue, more specifically get a rise out of you. He loved your reactions.

You sat there, watching him build as you thought of the next way you were going to piss him off.

"Hey baby?"

He ignored you. Continuing to build as if you hadn't said anything. Nevertheless you continued.

"You know how when you're fighting and before you use your nen you call out 'bungee gum'?"

You purposely mocked him as you said the words.

"Yeah?"

He didn't look up.

"What if right before you nut, you yelled out 'bungee cum'?"

He looked up this time.

Actually he stared for a good solid minute.

"Bunny, why?"

He took your intimate moments quite seriously so the fact you had even thought of that irked him, plus you were mocking him.

"I don't know I was just thinking."

You shrugged innocently. He stood up from his cards and walked over to you. Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss on your lips.

"What am I ever to do with you, bunny?"

You were surprised that night when he actually did yell out 'Bungee cum'. Nevertheless you had his attention and after all, what more did you need than that?

Illumi

It wasn't fair. Illumi has been so busy with his missions lately, he had barely even noticed you. Finally, you hear the awaited sound of the front door being unlocked and him coming in.

You practically tripped coming down the stairs excited to see him. He sat, not even paying attention to your form racing down the steps.

Tonight you weren't going to take it anymore.

"I bet Hisoka or Chrollo would be happy to see me after work."

You said walking into the kitchen nonchalantly.

You could see the way he tensed up but still, he refused to pay you any mind. Not wanting to reward your bratty behavior.

"Maybe I should call them, Hisoka did say I could call him if I needed anything."

You knew Hisoka was just being a flirt when he said that and trying to get a rise out of Illumi, but it did always work. He stood up, slowly making his way over to you.

"You don't really want to do that, darling."

He took your chin in between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look at him. You'd come this far, no backing down now.

"Maybe I do, I bet he'd give me his full attention."

Illumi winced at your words.

"Is that what you want?"

He leaned in further to you, placing his other hand on the small of your back.

"I suppose I can manage that, if you stop acting like such a brat."

You smile at him and watched as the faintest hint of one creeped onto his face.

He leaned down and kissed you softly, a long awaited kiss.

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[chrollohearttags]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫: 𝐡𝐱𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏/𝟑)

extra incentive • c. lucifer

synopsis: your study buddy has always been the laid back type, never really showing interest in anything other than books…that is until the two of you decide to relieve some stress before an upcoming exam.

“You know what they say about the quiet ones. Is it true?” “You’re more than welcome to come find out.”

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content warning: modern/college au, black fem reader, fingering, hair pulling, corruption (ish) kink unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), riding, squirting, choking, nerd!Chrollo, talk of sex/inexperience

word count: 3.8K

this is the first installment to a three part commission from @annie-franny. Thank you so much for your support and entrusting me with this piece! HunterxHunter is my all time favorite show and I’m happy to be writing for some of my favorite characters. Hope you enjoy, love! 💕

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faint raindrops rang outside the windowpane of the fourth floor dormitory..co-ed and co-opted by bright eyed, eager attendees of Yorknew State College. A learning facility of the highest caliber; regarded in the ranks of Cambridge and Oxford in terms of intelligence. Among those in the top bracket of brilliant minds were none other than Chrollo Lucifer. A prodigal genius who came from very humble beginnings and managed to secure a full ride scholarship to the school due to his exceptional educational achievements. Including two award winning literary dissertations on inequality and disproportionate educational opportunities in lower income neighborhoods. A life he knew all too well. Doing so while only being a senior in a vocational school. A man who was as handsome as he was mysterious, leaving many to wonder how he ended up at such a prestigious place. His knowledge only ascended from there and now, he sat as a shoe-in for valedictorian and alongside him was the only person who could probably be considered his equal and quite honestly, one of his only friends.

(Y/N) (L/N), a bright eyed beauty with a kind soul and kindred spirit. Born with an innate gift for reading and all things literature related, you excelled above your peers in no time, surpassing even the most intelligent in every subject. You would spend your lunchtime in the library, grasping every novel, book or composition pertaining to the studies of history; more so specifically your own that the school system refused to teach. Such a curious mind so it came as a surprise to no one when doing college applications, you were among the first to receive an acceptance letter from Yorknew State College nonetheless. Somehow, someway..you and Lucifer ended up intertwining and crossing paths in the campus bookstore. Where a bond formed and you’ve been close ever since, bouncing off ideas, sharing your love of reading and always studying together..hence why now, he was seated in the middle of your floor, cross legged and glued to a textbook as he tapped the back of his pen to the edge of the small table in front of him.

“Damn, Chro. You’re gonna drive me up a wall with that. You’ve been doing it for the past ten minutes.” An obviously irate (y/n) blurting out from the comfort of your bed, knees cradled to your chest with your laptop secured on top of them. You weren’t one to be on edge ever but in comparison to this man, he’d make even the most serene person look mad. Never even getting angry once in all the time you had known him, he truly had the patience of a saint. Oftentimes leaving you to wonder would anything make him tick..

“Oh, I’m sorry, (y/n). Didn’t even realize it. I’ll stop.”

but today, you were both a bit nervous, due in part to a huge assignment coming up in your most important course. One that would determine many things going forward for both of you. More so in terms of personal achievements but important nonetheless. In a frustrated huff, you’d close your computer and slump over, releasing a whiny sigh. “Ugh, I can’t wait for this stupid test to be over. I can’t take it anymore. I feel like I’ve read at least ten different books in the past two days. My head is about to explode.” As dramatic as it sounded, Chrollo most certainly mirrored your sentiments, even if he wasn’t as expressive of it. An exam with over two hundred questions pertaining various works throughout time on random subjects and you’d have to quote excerpts, pick out lines from precise chapters and remember not only the details but page numbers as well. It was so much. “Patience, my sweet (y/n). We’ll knock this exam out of the park and it’ll be done before you know it.”

but luckily you had one another to bounce ideas off of and keep each other accountable. However, it wasn’t lost on you that it was Saturday evening and you were spending it holed up in a room, studying. Normally, it was something that never really crossed your mind. Truthfully, a lot of your peers lacked focus and drive. Not too worried about their failures or fuck ups because they had a silver spoon awaiting them if they couldn’t feed themselves. It infuriated Chrollo and thus, he withdrew even more from his classmates. Isolated and feeling like a loner, he clung to you like a moth to a flame shockingly. So much so, he had eyes for no one else. Even when girls all around campus practically threw themselves at him constantly and had paid them no mind. Dating, relationships, hookups…it all seemed like such a hassle. Trivial things that served him no purpose. He much rather be nose deep in a book, expanding his knowledge than doing anything else. Still, he’d be lying if he said his mind didn’t wander from time to time…

about that girl with these wired rim, round glasses…concealing those dark, deep set eyes. Black coils setting pretty atop your head, skin like honey of the richest variety…needless to say, Chrollo was rather smitten and it wasn’t an honor that he wielded loosely. It took a lot to catch the eyes of the prodigal genius. So when you posed a rather peculiar question, he was a bit nervous to answer.

“Hey, Chro?”

“Yes?”

turning his attention towards you with his signature flat smile..those handsome boyish looks that always caused a flutter or two in your heart. Jet black tufts fluttering on either side of his porcelain smooth face, tied by a headband to keep strays tucked back. Tonight, sporting a hoodie with the school insignia along with a pair of gym shorts covering his lanky frame. It was easy to see why he had everyone’s attention.

“Why don’t we ever go to any parties? Are we like the only ones on campus reading like an old couple on a Saturday night?” However, it wasn’t something that phased him in the slightest and rather than being offended, Chrollo would just laugh and flip to the next page of his very intriguing novel.

“You’re free to go if you’d like, no one’s stopping you from attending any of them.” Stating so matter of factly without so much as even glancing in your direction. To most, things like that came off as condescending but you knew that he just didn’t show much emotion about anything. If you asked him a question, he’d simply answer it with no motive or malice behind it. It was something that initially frustrated you but that you had now grown to love. As with many things about this enigma of a man. Slouching off of the bed, (y/n) crawled a few feet over to him, slinging an arm around the back of his neck in a flustered huff. “I knowww, but they wouldn’t even be fun without you.” “I couldn’t understand why. I’m not much for gatherings so I’d be nothing more than a wallflower..if anything, I’d be rather boring." That's when you’d probe him with another question, still hanging onto his slender frame..your head resting on his back. With your hands coiling his chest, you could feel his heart racing and obviously, nothing ever got him excited but it was something so different about you. He wasn’t much for affection or physical touch but somehow, he didn’t mind when you held him. You guys were incredibly close and comfortable so it came as no surprise that you’d ask him such a thing with no shame. “…Chro..are you a virgin?”

causing the dark haired man to choke up in laughter. You two rarely ever kept secrets from one another but then again, most information relayed between you guys was pertaining to academics and knowledge. None of this trivial nonsense. However, something must’ve sparked this sudden curiosity about his intimate life. “That’s a bit invasive, don’t you think?” “Just answer the question please.” obvious that you were going to persist on this, he’d release a deep breath and shut his book, turning to properly face you as he gave you his response. “If you must know…no, I am not a virgin.” He was, however, completely celibate until the proper person came along and changed it. Even so, it shocked you and he’d cackle, wondering why your mouth was agape.

“What? Are you surprised?” And as horrible as it sounded to admit, you were a bit taken aback. “A little bit! Just doesn’t seem like it’s something you’d be into. No offense.” You figured him to be completely clueless on the topic of sex but alas, he had been with two people in his young lifetime. Some woman he lost his virginity to and a girl he hooked up with in a one off exchange. Neither time was some profound experience that kept him coming back for more or even drew him closer to the girls. It was just something that happened and it wasn’t something that he had ever pondered on. However, spending the last year or so growing closer to you had his mind wandering. Believe it or not, he was rather smitten with you. The only one to really make him take a second look nowadays. Watching you switch around in those frilly dresses and tight little skirts, looking all cute and bubbly. He’d oftentimes find himself blushing as he watched you part your curls, moisturizing them after wash day. Even offering to help..just because he enjoyed your presence. Carrying your stuff to class and always lingering around, waiting on you to get out as if you were still in high school. How you hadn’t seen it yet was beyond him. Hence why he didn’t do random hookups..you were the sole object of his carnal desires when they arose. Like this current moment.

“None taken. But I have to ask, why the sudden inquisition?..something on your mind?” Questioning so casually with that soft smug smirk on his face. He had to know where this was coming from. Roping a hand around his shoulder blade and collar bone, (y/n) teased his black wefts between your fingertips and giggled. There were a lot of things running through your mind at this point. Things that you weren’t certain you should say out loud…out of fear of rejection or sounding too forward. But since you could trust one another so well…there was no point in hiding it.

“You could say that..I guess what I’m trying to say is..I could use a distraction for a while.” Admitting as you teased your fingertips across his chest. And it didn’t take long for him to pick up the hint you had so blatantly thrown down. Flicking his tongue across his lips, Chrollo ogled back at you for a moment, turning to tip your chin up. It was obvious that there was rising tension between you two that could only be solved one way. That festering desire wasn’t going to disappear unless one of you acted on it.

“So what you’re saying is..” talking so smoothly that in one fell swoop, Chrollo was able to spin and capture you in his grasp, landing both of you on the carpet, his body atop yours and your faces only mere inches apart. “You want me to fuck you? Is that it?” Having never heard him use such brash language. Either way, it was so attractive and sexy. There was a certain glare in his eyes, as if he too had been waiting on this moment. Snaking a hand up your outer thigh, he’d crawl slowly between your parted legs. He wanted you and desperately, all you had to do was give him the say so and he’d dispel any and all preconceived notions you’d had about him. “I mean…I’m simply hoping to test a theory. You do know what they say about the quiet ones. Is it true?” “You’re more than welcome to come find out.”

with that, it was all the declaration you needed. The two of you began engaging in a heated makeout session. Cupping your hands to his face, shoving your tongues into each other’s mouths…trying to peel back layers of one another’s clothing. Swirling them around one another in a flustered haze. Moaning and whimpering whilst things became much more intense. It didn’t take long for either of you to render the other nude or even find your hands roaming all over your entangled bodies…his hands on your hips, running along the seams of your clothing. Sharp gasps elicited by subtle neck sucking; the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin…even whimpering and tossing your head back when he’d glide down to your nipples, faintly licking them just to make you shudder. He’d then work his way between your thighs, glaring up at you with those usually cold, dark eyes; so full of life and lust as he hungrily parted your thighs. His primal instincts took over in an instant. As were your own. “..look at that. So sexy..” in reference to that slick covered slit and swollen pearl protruding through those plump lips. A sight like he had never witnessed before; it was beautiful. “You won’t be mad if I get a taste, will you?” Shaking your head with a slight whimper, anticipating his next move. Mere seconds later, you’d find him greedily feasting on your soaked sex. Flicking his tongue so delicately throughout the sensitive area; teasing the clit, sucking on those folds and leaving soft kisses on that pretty pussy of yours. “Haah!—ahh, Chro! Fuck!..” crying out in a fit of pleasure, sandwiching his head between your hands. Curling your fingers through his soft hair, gently tugging at them but trust, he needed no assistance. “You taste so sweet, my love.” Not with the way he was sloppily spitting and lapping on your cunt. He was so skilled and intricate with the way he did it, you were sure you’d be seeing stars. “Mmmm! Ahh..” making all of those pitiful babbling noises that were only further fueling his desire to devour you. Fucking you tirelessly with his tongue. Feasting until your legs began to shake violently and those sweet nectar-like fluids could no longer be contained and you’d find yourself coming on his tongue..squirting from his impeccable oral. You’d cover your face, in half embarrassment and shock as it riddled your body. “Don’t be shy now, let me see that pretty face..” It wasn’t until he came up for air, his hands softly groping at your breasts did it really dawn on the two of you what was transpiring. But it was a tad bit too late to back out now. Instead, he’d shift to his side midway, propping your smaller frame up on his thigh as to balance you against it. That docile demeanor seemed to dissipate before your eyes and a side you’d never think to see began to awaken..one you’d like very much.

“You see, my sweet (y/n)…what I lack isn’t knowledge, not by a long shot. But experience..experience with the right person.” declaring so sweetly as he stroked the side of your face to help you calm down from your climatic high, only to induce another. Working those pale, slender digits between your jaws and whirled them around. “See..I know things that would make your body tick. Things that would send you into shock and make you cry my name out to the heavens. I would make love to you in ways that would cause your soul to erupt into flames. Every little movement, I’d make certain you fell deeper for me..so addicted that you won’t even dream of another man touching you..alas, I never found that person.” was a mere taste of what I’m capable of.”

all the while he was speaking to you, filling your ear and head with perverse thoughts, Chrollo’s opposite hand snaked around your throat and his eyes averted downward. By now, you were a drooling mess…letting that trail lube your already dripping folds as he shoved those same digits inside of you..working them around. “Hnghh!” “Shhh..just relax.” But he wouldn’t be the only one at work. Soon, he’d instruct you to grasp at his exposed member and coil your fingers around his shaft, slowly working it over. Not for nothing, but he wasn’t lacking in size either..girthy and thick but long also. That pink tip emitting pearlescent white precum. You were so needy and impatient, wanting to feel him right away but it wasn’t plausible. He doubted that you couldn’t even take it…

“That is until now. Until I met you, (y/n). I’ve dreamed of this moment and having you all to myself..now I’ve gotten it.” grunting into your ear, sucking on his teeth as you continued to massage him between your fingertips. Neither of you could maintain this charade of teasing much longer so with one final kiss to your temple, Chrollo hoisted you up ever so slightly, barely breaking the contact of your skin and gave one last command:

“Go ahead, put it in yourself.”

something about that primal energy he was tapping into really turned you on. Making you yelp while you worked yourself down to his aching tip. Pulsating as it split you open..causing you both to audibly gasp once it met the silky warmth of your insides. He had to all but restrain himself from hammering up into you but it had been quite some time since he felt a sensation like this one. “Mmmm…God, you’re so tight. But don’t worry..I won’t go too fast. We’ll take our time until you can fit all of me. We won’t rush it.”

talking you through those movements his palms placed to your hips and your back to his chest. It was while you were becoming one and getting acclimated with those strokes did he begin to buck upward very gently; meeting you halfway while giving you steamy, sloppy tongue kisses. You couldn’t stop moaning into his open mouth and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He wanted to squeeze on those beautiful breasts, pinch your nipples between his fingertips and especially, massage that swollen clit. Although, he’d save that last one for the right moment. You’d more than likely come entirely too quickly. So he’d settle for giving you affirmations to keep you going. Bouncing up and down on his dick, trying to eventually make it disappear inside of that pretty pink flesh. But as it stood, you could only take it about halfway to the hilt. Sounds of squelching and colliding flesh filled your tiny room and right there on that floor, your bodies clashed in heated ecstasy and bliss. Eventually, he was able to push it in a bit more before you found an established rhythm. “Keep going. Yes..you’re doing so good. Riding me like this…and you’re creaming all over it. Are you going to milk me too, sweetheart?” Cooing whilst sucking on his teeth, tossing his head back in pure pleasure. That pussy was something special and he wanted to savor it for as long as possible.

“Yes, ‘wanna make you come for me…fuck!” Whimpering so pathetically and sweetly, it made his cock twitch..that throbbing, continuing to fill your flesh. By now, the two of you had established a synchronized rhythm and pace. (Y/N) riding him, rolling your hips and subtly shaking your ass; standing atop your tiptoes even, when he fucked you. “Ooh, just like that. Look at how nicely you’re taking me now. Opening up so good..” now gripping the thick of your plump ass, now starting to thrust upward. He was enjoying your little tricks and show but he couldn’t hold back any longer. Having not been releasing pent up energy or realizing that he needed to, Chrollo was coming undone by the second, rutting his hips into you with that firm grip. “You don’t have to hold back, sweetheart. Come..make a mess of me. Let it all out..” with that affirmation, you’d release every drop of your sweet, squirting cum..as well as any stress or agitation in your body. Those much needed endorphins rushing through your systems. Spent and out of breath, you’d collapse against one another right there on the floor..panting and laughing. You couldn’t remember the last time either of you had felt this good.

“That was…something.”

“Yes it was..”

most certainly agreeing on that front. Something that was beneficial for the both of you. Now he felt as if they were able to conquer anything after that. And so did you!..clutching your arm, he’d gently caress it and kiss your forehead. “Well I suppose that’s one way to clear your mind.” Making the joke as he turned to face you, staring at you in a way he’d never stared at anyone in his entire life. Because in all honesty, he had never shared a connection like that with anyone. He’d never been one for a relationship or even casually hooking up..his sole focus was academics but after this? He felt as if he could make an exception for his favorite person perhaps. Clasping your fingers together, Chrollo made another declaration, one you couldn’t refuse. “I don't know about you, but I’m ready for this test now. My head is ten times more clear than it was.” “I’m glad to hear it. Tell you what…pass it and I have much more where that came from.” Just then, your features illuminated with a sparkle he had never quite seen in those beautiful eyes of yours..

“Mmm..I don’t think that’ll be much of a problem.”

giving you all the extra incentive you need.

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[suncthynuts]

husband!chrollo

a/n- just me letting my fantasies out of the cage ._ .

-backhugs >>>>

-loves playing with your hands and always places small kisses on them.

-when he's not busy you guys live a very mundane life. cooking together, reading books, and sometimes dancing to slow music, just basking in each other's presence as you embrace each other. and ofc the occasional dinner nights where he spoils the fuck out of you.

-like I said, very fancy dinner dates. candlelight, red wine, fine dining, a very romantic night <33

-after you guys finish dinner, sipping on the very expensive wine he had reserved for you two, him gently holding your hand, dropping small kisses on your knuckles.

-you two side-by-side looking out into the city lights, his hand on your waist, and you leaning your head on his chest.

-for gifts, he would either give you small trinkets that he collects during his travels or jewelries that he stole

-he would sneak into your bedroom while you're asleep and gently slip in the ring or necklace that he got you.

-will wait until the next day to receive a text from you thanking him and suggesting you should wear it later tonight while waiting for him to get home ;))

i love mildly domestic chrollo sm cri

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[l0sercat]

Yandere Alphabet w/ Chrollo Lucilfer

Affection — how do they show their love and affection?

He lets you go outside and take you wherever you want. He will always be by your side with his arm or hand on you.

Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Very messy. If anyone disrespects you or touches you (besides troupe members) he will either send the troupe to kill them or go after them himself. And it won't be quick it will be long and painful.

Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

He would isolate you from the outside world an the only people you can see is him and the troupe. He is a bit condescending but he cares for you <3

Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He tries not to but he would. He would invade your space even if you told him off. He would forcefully kiss you, I can kinda see himself forcing himself on you but h really wouldn't want to.

Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Not vulnerable. No matter how long you've been together you will never see him open up. He may show you 'sympathy' when your crying or felling down.

Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

He wouldn't like it at all. He wants you to submit to him so you fighting back against him is upsetting. He grows angry and upset but doesn't show it. He'll just have to chain you up to the bed <3

Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It's not a game to him. He loves you in his own special way so you trying to escape upsets him. But it's not like you have many chances to escape since he watches you whenever he can or one of the troupe members.

Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When you pushed him over the edge and he hurt you. He chained you up so you couldn't move and blind folded you and plugged your ears so you couldn't hear or see what was happening around you. He left you there for a couple days and then came back to check on you. You didn't do whatever you did to upset him after that.

Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

You, him, and the troupe being together as a big family. Somewhere where you have everything and no one can touch you.

Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?

He's not so much jealous just possessive. Someone is talking to you that's cool, he's just gonna walk behind you and wrap an arm around your waist and give a friendly glare to them.

Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

He's loving in private and most of the time in public. He usually will have you sit on his lap while he reads. Whispers dirty or sweet things in your ear no matter where or who your with. But sometimes when he has to he can be a little harsh and condescending.

Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

Try the normal way like taking you on dates and stuff. If that doesn't work he's gonna break into your home in the middle of the night and take you. He'll bring some of your stuff so you don't feel too lonely of!

Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

A little yeah. Around som people he can be more harsh and cold. Like with the troupe he cares deeply for and has a soft side but doesn't show it too much. But with you he shows it more and is much more nicer if you behave well.

Naughty — how would they punish their darling?

Isolation and stripping you of your senses. Nothing worse than not having anyone to talk to and not being able to see, hear, or move. On top of that not being able to eat or drink. Also in isolation you would be on the complete dark and it will be freezing cold with nothing to warm yourself.

Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

Most of your rights. I mean it's not like you need them.

Patience — how patient are they with their darling?

He's pretty patient. He understands that you may be distressed and scared. He'll give you as much time as you need to warm up to him.

Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If darling dies he'll shed a tear and tear a city up like he did with Uvo. He will be upset I mean he's the leader of the phantom troupe how could he let this happen? If they leave/escape he'll search for you with the troupe's help and you it won't be pretty for you if they find you.

Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

No. Why would he feel bad?

Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I can't really say 😭 It could be childhood considering it wasn't good but I don't want to say it was that. I wanna say its because in his eyes if he wants something he's going to take it. (God Chrollo why do you have to be so complex)

Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn't want to hear you scream at him or yell and fight back. He would hate for you to isolate yourself but it wouldn't really work because he'll just force himself in your space.

Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Well he isn't near you 24/7 because of troupe business and doesn't show his obsession but don't be fooled your always on his mind.

Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

The fact y'all don't stay in the same place long and Chrollo can get really busy. But someone in the troupe is watching over you when possible so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes. If you didn't listen to him or fighting back against him and the troupe or disrespecting the troupe.

Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?

He doesn't so much worship you but he does think of you highly. Out of everyone he choose you because you were better than the rest.

Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

If you catch his eye then he'll take you. It may take 2 weeks or 2 days but if he wants you he's going to have you.

Zenith — would they ever break their darling?

He probably would but he wouldn't enjoy it. He wished you were compliant on your own and you still kept your shine but if push comes to shove then he has no choice.

I'm not gonna lie I was struggling with this lmao. Like for me he's complicated to write and so he might be ooc but I tried 😭

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[toxxicwrites]

But Why? Kurapika x (spider) reader

Kurapika x spider reader

He saw you for the first time in the bookshop. An old store that caught his attention due to the sheer amount of nen pouring out of it his eyes caught you. Sensing a presence you looked up from your book, a threatening aura radiating off you as a warning only to find an empty street staring back at you. 

That was close. Kurapika thought. The nen radiating off you left him shaking and curious as to the enigma in the bookshop. After several weeks of making detours past the bookshop, Kurapika finally entered the store after convincing himself of a good reason too. After all, he couldn’t have any distractions, not in his revenge. He needed a specific book, ‘The Magical Properties of the Ruby Eyes (A comprehensive guide)’ 

A bell jingled as the door opened and you looked up, surprised to have a visitor. Peaking out from behind a bookshelf you saw your mysterious visitor. A young man with a girlish face and medium-length blonde hair. So this is the mystery man up close. You recognized his presence from the prior weeks, his nen held a certain bloodthirst to it that grabbed your attention. The young man observed the shelves leisurely, acting casual but obviously looking around for you. 

Kurapika almost left the store when he heard you. 

“Can I help you?” 

A voice like an angel snapped his attention back. 

With teasing big eyes you stared at him, curiousity echoed in the slight raise of your brow. 

“Yes, uh,” he cleared his throat, “I was wondering if you had this title amongst your collection, it's ‘The Magical Properties of the Ruby Eyes (A comprehensive guide)’.”

His voice was soft you noticed, barely above a whisper. You scrunched your brow for a minute, thinking.

“I should have it…” You began walking away, “Follow me.” 

Like a puppy, he followed closely behind, getting a whiff of your pomegranate-scented perfume. You sifted through the shelves for a minute, mumbling to yourself. 

“Ah! Here it is.” You said, handing the copy to the young man. His finger trembled slightly as he grabbed the book. You noticed, eyes trailing down and back up to him. 

“You interested in the kurta clan?” You casually asked. 

His jaw clenched, but he quickly shook it off, face turning into a passive mask once again. 

“A bit,” he admitted, “I heard about the genocide… And I wanted to know why, why someone would do that.” A hidden grief seeped out in his last words. Your stomach dropped at the mention. Images of burning houses flashed through your head, paired with the sickening squelch of their eyes pulled out of their sockets while they still thrashed and screamed. You could still hear their screams, even now. 

Kurapika noticed your pause, watching closely yet your mask didn’t break. 

“It’s terrible,” You said, “Truly terrible.” 

You took a hot shower that night. As if it would burn off all your sins. The killing always made you sick, it was the worst part of the job. You were good at it though, really good. The water ran hotter. But what were you supposed to do? When the man came, bringing his world of books and magic he brought you food, shelter, and family. All you had to do was use your nen, stopping the hearts of your enemies in an instant with a single flick of your wrist. No wonder you had attracted the ‘wrong’ crowd as a starving orphan in Meteor City like so many others. You turned the faucet, letting the steamy water come to a splashing halt. You wrapped your hair in a towel, slowly gathering from the nape of your neck, revealing the spider tattoo that sat there a number four engraved in empty space. 

You hummed as you made your way through the dark Yorknew city alleys, dragging a cart by your side. The young man had disappeared for the last week, he had been coming for up to a month before he disappeared again, seemingly returning to wherever he came from. Kurapika was his name. 

Your thoughts were still disturbed by him through, his sad grey eyes that seemed to pull you in when you talked like a hypnotizing spell you knew would only bring you to destruction. Perhaps he had realized that too. That something was truly wrong with you, something dark and twisted that upon its reveal would destroy everything. You shook your head, no thoughts of him tonight, Tonight you would see your family. Chrollo called an emergency meeting one to which you were invited. Why though you had no idea. You were unlike the other members living a life separate from the group unless called upon directly by Chrollo a man who became like an older brother to you. Comforting you on your first kill, when you fell to your knees sobbing and gasping for air while the other members stared, confused at your ‘weak’ reaction. When they saw you fighting, however, any sense of weakness flew out the window. Therefore, you lived mostly in solitude separate from the others in daily missions but apart from them nonetheless all of you shared a familial bond forged by blood and fire. 

The second you stepped in you knew something was wrong. A heavy coat of grief cast upon the group. Chrollo made his way toward you, his head downturned and defeated. 

“Uvogin.. Is dead.” 

You held the tears in. 

“Oh.” 

You stumbled back to your bookshop that night, drunk with grief you fumbled with the keys. They fell to the concrete steps with a clatter and you fell with them. Sitting on the steps you crumbled, crying for a dear friend you had lost. 

“Y/n…” 

He had barely made it to the bookshop his mind buzzing with the events of hours prior, the promise of revenge still seeping through his bones, stumbling through the cobbled streets drunk on power he came across her. Crumpled across the steps like a broken statue. All he wanted to do was pick you back up again, hold you, and forget about everything that matter but you. 

His voice sounded like an angel. Through tear-ridden lashes you looked up, your lips parted taking him in in all his broken glory. The blue moonlight lit up his figure, presenting himself as your savior amidst the devastation you felt. 

“Kurapika… I need you.” 

Answering your pleas with selfish desire he brought you up closing the space between you with a kiss, soft like his voice. A tear fell from your eye, trailing down your lips he licked it feeling the salt on his tongue. He needed you. 

You met his gray eyes, a hint of red in them now, and your heartbeat. You needed him. 

You were his escape and he was yours. With each other you both could pretend, pretend you didn’t notice each other's power, didn’t notice how he left late at night only to return later with red in his eyes and smelling of iron metal. And he didn’t notice either when your troupe meetings ran later and more often, the threat of the chain user a constant fear. 

It was midday when he stopped by the bookshop. He was overly distraught today you could sense it. The anger vibrated off his nen like an angry wasp. Upon seeing you in the sunlit corner reading the buzzing quieted. You raised your gaze from the book and smiled at him. He approached you from behind, kneeling down behind the chair as he put his nose in the crook of your neck, breathing your scent in as you leaned back into his warm touch. You hummed softly and he closed his eyes trailing pale fingers across your neck. 

Lost in the warmth you didn’t notice when he stopped. His grip on your neck tightened. 

“Kurapika?” 

How? How could you do this? How could you be one of them? He stared in disbelief at the spider tattoo across the nape of your neck. He had been so stupid, so naive to believe in someone. It felt as if he was drowning in air, a cold dagger wrenched through his heart and twisting deeper and deeper as he remembered all fo you. Your smell, hair, eyes, smile, and the way your laugh sounded like church bells to his worshipping ears. He could have stayed in your bliss together. The fantasy shattered upon the spider's reveal.

“Kurapika?” Your voice shook this time, something had changed. His nen presence muted before now suffocated you in its rageful presence filling you with pure terror as you trembled under his fingers. 

“Kurapika, let go.” 

The sound of rustling chains perked up your ears, and Kurapika’s grip let go. Before you could turn around you were tied up. The chains jutting out from behind and wrapping your arms and legs bringing you to your knees. Your heart broke and a gasping sob escaped you. 

“It’s you,” You whispered, “You’re the chain user.” 

Your body trembled as you heard him take a breath, still behind you. 

“And you’re a spider,” he said, his voice quiet yet filled with heavy grief that weighed down his words, as if he still didn’t believe them himself. The tears dripped freely now and your shoulders slumped. 

“Is this it then?” 

Kurapika swallowed hard, not answering your broken question, he feared that if he did he would break as well, more than he already had. The chains had taken their hold now, there was no ending other than death now. 

You swallowed hard, taking his silence as the answer you already knew. 

“Can you look at me?” You shuddered, speaking definitely, “Will you watch me die? As I watched your clansmen die, would you do me the same honor?” 

In a flash, he stood in front of you. Eyes glowing red with rage and pain. 

You looked through his ruby-red eyes, admiring the strength they held in your last moments. You spoke your last words. 

“I’m sorry.” 

He clenched his fist and the chains finished the job, stopping your heart in a single beat. He left everything of you behind in that shop, abandoning everything he had felt for the cold true beat of revenge. There was nothing left but its war cry and the remaining spiders that stood in his way. 

They were both just kids, thrown into a world too cruel, they paid the price. 

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[shyminnie07]

My own sleeping beauty (Chrollo-Fluff)

Today is just a day where you don´t want to leave your bed, where simply getting out of bed is a horrible task, where brushing your teeth seems impossible, where the thought of eating breakfast makes you sick because you'd have to get out of bed first.

And you know you have to get up because it´s not healthy to let your depression wash all over you again and chain you to your bed to rot. But you just can't help it. You really can't. So to tune your negative thoughts off, you simply turn to the other side and shut your eyes for another dreamless nap. You already know that it´ll leave you even more exhausted than now.

After some time, you´re being woken up by your boyfriend, who is gently stroking your hair and calling your name. Lazily, you turn to your back to look at him while mentally scolding yourself for spending the whole day sleeping.

"Good morning, my dear," he chuckles. "Or should I say good evening?" You can´t help but feel guilty for doing nothing productive today. Starting to hate yourself for being like this then hating on yourself again for feeling so much hate for your own brain, which is a never ending cycle of growing hate towards you.

"Sorry, I should have made dinner for us since you´ve been working this whole week while I´ve been at home doing nothing." You slowly sit yourself up and try to rub the sleep out of your eyes, feeling ashamed. "I just don´t know what´s wrong with me. I can´t even say that I´ve rested well," you feel the tears welling in your eyes as you explain yourself to your boyfriend, "I dont know why this keeps happening to me like last week I've been doing so well but now I have this urge to isolate myself and rot away in my bed... I'm sorry."

Chrollo knows that you sometimes struggle with your mental health which worries him a lot when he's not with you. Thinking and researching of ways to help you like buying you a nice bullet journal for to-do lists or hiding little self-written poems so that when you do something like cooking you'd find it inbetween the plates. But even those are sometimes not enough.

Now that you´re sitting he lets his hand slide down to cup your cheek and says"My love, there is nothing to feel guilty about. I won´t judge you for you are only human too" He then grabs you gently by your waist and pulls you onto his lap so that he can embrace you. "Even if you were to sleep all year long I´d not leave your side," he whispers while rubbing your back. "You are like my own sleeping beauty, who only awakens with the gentle touch of true love".

His words never fail to fluster you, leaving you wondering how he can still be in love with you even though you can be such a mess sometimes. Overwhelmed by his statement, you can´t find the right words to say something back, so you just sigh and lean your head in the crook of his neck.

Suddenly he stands up with you in his arms "How does a bath together sound to you, my dear?" Without waiting for your answer he proceeds to walk to your shared bathroom and put you down on the closed toilet so that he can prepare the bath. While the tub is filling up with water, Chrollo gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead and instructs you to wait there for him.

While he was gone, you forced yourself to stand up and brush your teeth then to throw a bath ball into the now full tub. Chrollo enters the bathroom again with fresh clothes for you and him in his hand and smiles lovingly as he sees you. He puts the clothes on the washing machine and helps you out of your pajama.

After helping you into the bathtub he takes off his outfit as well and puts it with your clothes in the basket. Chrollo then sits down behind you in the bathtub while grabbing the sponge and gently cleaning your back. "My beloved, I´m so proud of you" he whispers, "Despite your own mind turning against you, you have not given up. And I admire you for that, my love," he puts the sponge away and starts washing your hair with soft and gentle motions.

"For most people, waking up with energy and self-love is a given. But not for you - you have to struggle with your own thoughts and mind everyday." He takes your jaw into his hand and slightly turns it to him so that he can give you a soft kiss on the temple, "But my dear, you are still standing strong and fighting. So I can´t help but be proud of you, my precious angel."

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[rynfushiguro14]

Where are all the good Chrollo fics🤨like ranging from perfect “healthy” relationship to the toxic ones like yandere Chrollo fics🤭help a fellow Chrollo stan out😔 I am in NEED!! Literally about to evaporate if I don’t get my hands on some Chrollo material🥹may it be on Tumblr or Ao3 please🍄🍃

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[imagineanime2022]

Sister Friend

Gon Freecss!Platonic X Fem!Reader Killua Zoldyck X Reader

Potential Illumi Zoldyck X Fem!Reader, Hisoka Morrow X Fem!Reader, Chrollo Lucilfer X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2519

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello again! Loved genya's post with a s/o like unohana. I could ask for a hunter x hunter in which the reader is like a big sister figure to gon and killua (they meet in the hunter exam) the reader has the power to manipulate time as she wishes and she is also an ex he murders and ends up drawing the attention of illumi, hisoka and chrollo.

Warning:- Normal zoldyck family stuff nothing that doesn't happen in the show, threats mostly made by reader, family death, reader killed her family

A/N: - this ended up being way longer than I thought it was going to be but I hope that you like it!

You met on and Killua in the hunter exam, you had been the one of the first to jump in the second challenge, you winked as you walked past them and stepped off of the ledge, easily standing on one of the strings of web waiting on the small preceding wind current before jumping grabbing your egg and using the current to get back up, you landed in front of them with a small smile “you figure it out?” You asked. “Oh! I get it, follow me!” Gon said as he ran past you, you walked over to Netero and the rest. “I passed?” You asked. “I supposed you did.” He smiled as he watched you pass the egg to Menchi. “Do with that as you like, you are the professional.” You said and her eyes widened as you walked past her and settled waiting for the others to pass as well.

The first time that you spoke to them was on the airship, you had been wasting time looking around, you had heard them before you saw them but it seemed that even Killua hadn’t noticed you when you rounded the corner “so what are we talking about?” You asked softly and they both looked at you. “You're the one who jumped first right?” Gon asked. “Hi names (Y/N).” You waved, smiling. “What do you want?” Killua asked, you looked at him and shrugged. “Nothing really.” You answered “Looking for some way to kill time and you guys are here.” “There are tons of people that you could spend time with. Why would you choose us? You think we’re easy targets?” Killua asked, you shook your head. “You two are probably the only two people here that I wouldn’t want to fight, you are honest and your potential is boundless.” You explained “most of the others won’t get much stronger than they are now, they’re easy to understand, manipulate and beat.” “What do you mean?” Gon asked. “Don’t worry about it, just know that I’ll be around to help you out if you need it.” You promised and despite not really knowing you they both believed you.

You saved them many times in the challenges that followed all while helping yourself. Killua however never truly trusted you until the moment in his one on one fight between Illumi and himself where you stepped in, everything around the three of you seemed to stop, you crouched in front of him and Illumi watched you intrigued “don’t worry about what happens next, even if he sends you home, I’ll come get you no matter what.” You promised. “You would not be able to get onto the mountain that our house stands on.” Illumi said, you turned back to him and glared. “You have no idea what I can do assassin,” You glared at him “go home for now, trust me okay?” “Are you sure?” He asked looking at Illumi and it was in the moment that you realised just how much his brother affected him. “I’m sure,” You pulled out a small necklace with an hourglass on it. “You can give this back to me when we come to get you.” “We?” He asked, your hand twitching as you felt Illumi moving behind you. “You think Gon is just going to let you go?” You asked and he shrugged “alright you owe me dinner if he shows up and if he doesn’t I’ll get you a chocolate bar of your choice deal?” “Who are you?” Illumi muttered as he looked at you. “None of your concern.” You answered as you walked back to where you had been standing leaning against the wall, you waved your hand and everyone around you began to move as they had before, the smirk that took place on your face was nothing short of menacing and if Illumi was anyone else he might have rethought his plan however everything went the way that you expected and Killua made his way home.

After Killua’s disqualification everyone else automatically passed, once Gon had woken up the small meeting that followed became more eventful then it needed to be with Gon making a declaration to save Killua “did you put him up to this?” Illumi asked as he looked at you, you sat at the end of one of the tables, hands clasped in front of you as your eyes shifted to him. “Excuse me?” You asked, “Gon let him go, he’s really not worth it.” “He took Killua.” Gon glared. “Mhm and we’re going to go and get him.” You promised “so let go of him and come here.” “You make it sound like I kidnapped my brother but he walked out of his own accord, on your order I believe.” Illumi smirked as you turned in your seat, finally facing him. “What you would have had him do was far worse than me asking him to go home.” You argued. “And how do you know what I would have him do?” He asked. “Time is my toy, I know what you would have had him do, surely you noticed.” You stood walking forward until you were standing behind Gon. “Do you need another demonstration?” Netero cleared his throat drawing your attention back to him and you grabbed Gon dragging him away from the assassin in front of the both of you and sitting him down “don’t worry I have a plan.”

Killua’s rescue was the time that you showed your ability, while the others took the honest route to the house, you took a direct and dangerous route, your ability to manipulate the time around an object made getting to the house easy, you were there within seconds of leaving the others, however the moment that you stepped into the house you were stopped “your from the information broker family am I correct?” You smiled as you looked at Zeno. “I mean there’s nothing left of the organisation that you speak of…” You shrugged. “Yes I remember receiving the warning from your grandfather the day that you were born.” Zeno explained “he promised that you would bring devastation to both families.” “Yes… And then he sent me away so in retaliation I came back and showed him what he had gotten rid of, he lived long enough to regret it and then the family fell.” You answered “but you know that already, so what is it that you want to know, Zeno?” “What do you want with my grandson?” He asked. “Which one?” You asked, he raised an eyebrow. “As it stands I don’t think I’ll ever see eye to eye with your oldest grandson, however Killua the one you’ve all decided a life for, I just want to give the choice back.” “Mm,” Zeno hummed as he waved a hand “follow me.” Zeno led you to a room below the house one that you knew would be your home should you ever get caught by them. “I’m coming in.” Zeno opened the door and inside your eyes found Killua “I believe that will do for now thank you.” “But Grandpa Zeno he isn’t even sorry not one bit!” Milluki complained and you looked at him. “Any reason for the whining or is that just your voice?” You asked as he looked at you. “Who are you?” He asked. “None of your concern.” You answered as you looked at Killua. “You owe me lunch.” “Yeah.” He nodded. “You may go now, Kill.” Zeno spoke. “Okay.” Killua said as he pulled his arms and legs free of the metal cuffs that he had been confined in before winding his shoulders to loosen them walking towards you “damn that hurt, hey Milluki, your right I’m not sorry but I did feel bad that’s why I let you slap me around for a little while.” “What was that?” Milluki asked. “Come on, I'll show you my room.” Killua said, taking your hand and leading you out of the room while slipping the necklace you had given him into your hand a promise fulfilled. “Oh Killua, Silva would like to see you now.” Zeno said. “Dad said that? Okay.” He said as he pulled you out of the room with him. The Zoldycks knew you as the last living information broker and you lived up to the name that travelled the underworld and the smarter of the family figured it was better that you were friends with the future head, they had enough enemies.

You hadn’t meant to catch Hisoka attention however, you were looking after you two self proclaimed little brothers when the overwhelming bloodlust hurtled down the hall they had just turned down, you used yours to push back against coming to stand behind them finding Hisoka sitting on the floor, you knew that he didn’t know your name so you didn’t bother to give him the satisfaction of knowing his “Who’s this clown?” You asked. “Clown?” He asked. “Do you prefer, Joker?” You asked. “Who are you?” He asked. “Me?” You asked. “Mmm.” He hummed standing. “Go with Mr Wing, he’ll teach you what you need to know.” You ushered them both off lifting your hand to stop that card that Hisoka had thrown as you turned your back. “What about you?” Gon asked. “I’ll be fine, I'll meet you there, don't worry.” You winked, Killua grabbed Gon’s arm pulling him toward Mr Wing who was waiting for them at the end of the hall. “Is there something that I can do for you dear?” Hisoka asked. “What are your intentions with them?” You asked, hand dropping to your side though the card stayed high in the air. “My intentions?” He asked. “I want them to become stronger.” “Stronger? Why?” You asked. “They have potential, surely you know, you’ve felt it, that’s why you're drawn to them.” He smirked. “I just want them to reach their potential, I love to fight but I want to fight strong people, people like you though I doubt you would fight me.” The card moved back in his direction and embedded in the wall behind him. “Don’t give me a reason to fight you, if you do you won’t win.” You warned him, this time when he felt your blood lust pour from your body his lip caught between his teeth. “Interesting little time traveller.” He let his head fall back lazily as you turned away from him again. “Until next time, Jester.” You said before you disappeared.

Hisoka was the one to call you to his room this time, it was after his fight “Didn’t know you had company should I go?” You asked as you appeared leaning against the window. “No please, I was just leaving.” The woman answered. “So what do you want?” You asked. “I want to make a deal with you.” He said and you looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “It’s clear that you don’t intend to let any harm come to those boys, all I want is for you to continue to protect them while they become stronger.” “I fail to see how I get anything from aligning with you.” You reminded him and he stood from where he was sitting stepping closer to you, had you been anyone weaker you would have been worried about the time you had left on this earth. “I’m losing interest quickly.” “Well when I finally fight them, I promise not to kill them.” He smirked as you looked at him and glared. “Why would you promise that?” You asked. “Because I know that you have no intention of letting me get any closer to them with the fear of their death, if I promise not to kill them, then you’ll let me fight them won’t you.” He smirked. “If they want to. Would the deal still stand if Gon were to fight you here?” You asked. “Of course.” He smirked as he stepped closer still within range of reaching for you, however before he could get too close you used your nen to manipulate the time around him and move towards the door faster than he could catch you. “Consider your deal made, if you break it, I’ll kill you myself.” You warned him, he gave a soft chuckle in response but did nothing as you left.

I look forward to our next meeting. A text message, the only evidence that you had ever been in his room in the first place, to Hisoka you were a force of nature, something to be tested, he’d gladly provide that test for you.

Chrollo was someone that you knew of before going to York New city however you never expected that the boys would end up getting mixed up with the Phantom Troupe and much less their boss. With the boys captured you had one option so you walked into the lobby of the hotel, everyone around you slowing to a stop as you positioned yourself in front of the Troupe. “One chance to let my little brothers go, I don’t want to have to take them back from you, I can be violent when I deem someone a threat.” You warned them “are you both okay?” They nodded and you nodded back before your eyes found Chrollo. “You are?” Chrollo asked, you looked around mock confusion on your face. “You're supposed to be smart, use the context clues.” You grumbled as you increase the rate that time moved around you, moving faster than they could see, easily taking Gon and Killua back from the thieves. “Your ability, how does it work?” Chrollo asked, stepping forward, you smirked at him and shook your head. “Why would I ever tell you that?” You asked. “I’m sure that’s one of the conditions for your ability right?” There was a small quirk of his lips and you looked at him and smirked as you placed yourself between them and the boys. “We find ourselves in need of a new member, would you consider the place in exchange for your brothers’ lives.” Chrollo suggested, you looked at him and smirked. “What is it with all you big boys and your deals?” You asked “I won’t be joining your idol group anytime in the near future.” “Why is that?” He asked. “Because you offer me the place at your side in the hopes that I won’t stab you in the back and should I accept the position, you would be right to assume your safety. I have no intention of stabbing anyone in the back.” You informed him “my ability affords me the luxury of stabbing you in the heart and watching the light leave your eyes when I’m ready to let you go, I promise you that will be the only outcome the next time that you threaten those I call my family.” “You're an interesting one.” He smirked as you turned away from him and lifted to accelerate the time around you, Killua and Gon as left concealing the direction you fled in. To Chrollo, you were a proposition that he intended to pursue and secure before anyone else could.

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[luv-gin]

𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃. chrollo lucilfer.

ꨄ cw. mentions of wounds/injuries, reader is nice, lowkey flirting at the end but oh well, she/her pronouns.

MASTERLIST.

ꨄ request. reader does not know who he is, he’s lost his nen and is really injured. she finds him half dead and takes him back to her place to dress his wounds, he’s up during this time and could be sorta hesitant but yea whatever. she does this because she’s just such a softie and can't help but cater to injured people (mommy instinct). cooks for him, and like just does the most until he’s up and running expecting nothing in return just a promise that he won’t find himself in a situation like this again (half dead lol) ━ anon.

"oh my gosh!" [name] exclaims in worry as she walks closer to a person lying on the floor with both dried and fresh blood staining his pale skin that was accompanied with bruises, dirt and scratches "hey?" she calls but the man's eyes can barely stay open as she approaches his figure.

"shit." she mutters as the moment she places her hand against his head to examine his face, it falls against her hand.

'should I really be taking him home?' she asks herself as she checks her bag for anything that she can place on his wounds to keep him from continuously bleeding out 'probably not'

"I know it's painful, I'm surprised you're still alive if I'm being honest, but can you please stay in place, sir?" she places a hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving as she continues to clean the blood off his skin.

"I know it's painful, I'm surprised you're still alive if I'm being honest, but can you please stay in place, sir?" she places a hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving as she continues to clean the blood off his skin.

"I know it's painful, I'm surprised you're still alive if I'm being honest, but can you please stay in place, sir?" she places a hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving as she continues to clean the blood off his skin.

"I know it's painful, I'm surprised you're still alive if I'm being honest, but can you please stay in place, sir?" she places a hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving as she continues to clean the blood off his skin.

"who are you?" he asks her and his voice is scratchy but [name] just shushes him "no talking until I'm done, keep your questions for later."

the man obliged as he let his head drop back on the pillow it was settled on and stared at the ceiling, allowing the mysterious woman to help treat him for the time being.

it doesn't take [name] that long until she's done dressing his wounds but it felt like an eternity to the injured man who chose to sneak in a quick snooze as she treated his injured body and [name] lets out a small chuckle as she cleaned up before entering the kitchen to prepare something for the both of them to eat.

during the time in which her guest slept, she took a shower and changed and then prepared some clothes for the man to change into as well. she took the coat that she had discarded onto the floor and placed it into the wash.

chrollo had been asleep for around 2 hours when he stirred awake and was met with the scent of something delicious, his mind was slightly hazy from the slumber and so it took him a few seconds to register his situation when it clicked.

chrollo lucilfer had just lost his nen and was currently injured in the house of a random woman who decided to treat his wounds.

"you up already?" asked the mentioned woman and chrollo glanced at her smiling face and nodded slowly "well that's good, dinner will be ready in a bit."

she leaves for a moment only to return with a glass of water for the man sitting on her couch "I got you some water."

chrollo momentarily examines it before taking it from her hand "thank you..." he murmurs lowly but [name] catches it as she hands him the clothes she prepared for him.

"it's no problem," she smiles "here, I got you some clothes to change into." she helped him get up as she gently pulled on his arm and brought him to her bathroom "when you're done just call for me, I'm [name]!"

[name] noticed he wasn't much of a talker when he just gave her another nod and she returned to the kitchen, beginning to scoop some food onto two plates. she was soon joined by a chrollo who seemed to not require her assistance.

"take a seat."

the two adults sat in silence as they replenished their systems. every now and then, chrollo would glance at [name] in curiousity. he did not recall ever meeting her before so the woman treating him out of familiarity was out of the question.

'she couldn't possibly be an enemy could she?' he thought as he scooped another spoonful of the food on his platter 'what good would it be to treat an enemy?' his brows furrowed as he thought harder, what if she wanted his guard to be down?

'but then she could've just killed me when I was unconscious' the scowl between his eyebrows became evident to [name] who started to clear his doubts.

"if you're wondering why I helped you, you could've just asked." she offers as she puts her plate away and chrollo looks at her with a calculating gaze.

"would you mind telling me why you did?"

"I'm a nurse, when I see someone wounded and in need of help, then I provide them with it." she shrugs, clearing her plate properly before running it under the open tap.

chrollos expression turns into one of curiosity "do you not worry if that person might be dangerous or end up hurting you? what if they were a criminal."

"all I see is a person in need of help. people are most vulnerable then, you see a different person."

"is that so?"

"why do you ask? are you any of the above?" [name] asks in a playful manner as she moves on from drying her dish to take chrollos empty one.

"I could be." he responds as he stares into her eyes while his hand is placing the dish in her extended one.

"as long as you don't kill me you're welcome to stay here until you get better."

"you don't think much concerning your safety, do you?" the man asks standing up from his seat as stands beside the nurse to take the wet, now clean dish from her hands and drying it.

"something tells me that you don't plan on harming me and I don't plan on getting on your bad side."

"you're too nice to strangers, you'll end up getting into trouble because of that."

'but you're right.'

"but for now I'm fine."

© 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒-𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belong to itachis-girl. do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

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[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Flu Season.

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader (HxH).

Word Count: 1.6k.

TW: Kidnapping, Mentions of Guns, and Imprisonment.

[I have a fever. Excuse the self-indulgence.]

It should’ve been enough that you’d just been kidnapped.

Dragged into the storage closet of an art gallery you could barely afford to visit, bound and gagged and blindfolded, the barrel of a gun shoved into the notch underneath your diaphragm as a man with slicked-back hair and a woman in a wine-red suit walked you out of an obscured backdoor and into a windowless van, already stocked with haphazardly packaged paintings and sculptures. It was just business as usual, the woman had explained, as if that would make you feel any better. They’d keep you as a hostage until attention died down, sell off the stolen artwork, and drop you off on the outskirts of the nearest city, alive and unharmed. As long as you didn’t put up a fight or get on anyone’s nerves, you’d walk away just fine.

Or, mostly fine, at least. Really, you had to be the unluckiest person in the world.

It wasn’t enough that you’d just been kidnapped by some shady, hyper-violent gang of thieves.

You had to get kidnapped, then come down with a cold.

Or the flu. It might’ve been the flu. You definitely had a fever. You couldn’t take your temperature, but you could feel those tell-tale chills, the splitting headaches, the constant pull of an exhaustion no amount of sleep would’ve been able to sedate. Your throat was raw from coughing, your head pounding and your tongue permanently dry, but you’d resigned yourself to nursing the lukewarm glass of stale water you’d gathered the strength to get for yourself more than a few hours ago. You barely had the energy to stand, but it wasn’t as if you could ask your kidnappers to wait on you. They seemed begrudgingly tolerant of your presence – vaguely amused at best, mildly annoyed at worst. It was safer not to draw any attention to yourself, even if that meant suffering alone for another few days.

Another sudden chill, another knot of ache in the back of your skull. You shuddered, pulling the small pile of blankets and quilts you’d amassed that much closer. The abandoned mansion they’d chosen as their temporary lair was an awful, drafty structure – all rotting wood and dirt-caked windows and thin walls that did nothing to keep out the winter air. You’d holed yourself up in one of the countless decaying bedrooms, but even the surprisingly clean king-sized mattress offered little consolation. That, paired with the holes in the walls, the layer of dust coated over every surface, didn’t make you feel very—

Your bleary thoughts were cut off by the sound of your bedroom door creaking open, of quiet footsteps approaching the spot where you laid. You shot up on reflex, but that immediately proved to be a mistake – a jolt of pure agony racing from the nape of your neck to your temples and settling in the space just behind your eyes. Cursing under your breath, you buried your face in your hands, doing your best to block out the light and soothe the sudden pain, but you didn’t have much time to console yourself. The intruder had already reached your bedside, the plush mattress dipping under their weight as they settled into your space. You spared them a withering glance, but once again, that only seemed to make things worse.

For whatever reason, the thieves’ leader himself – Chrollo, if memory served – had seen fit to pay you a visit.

And just when you thought your day couldn’t get any worse.

You stiffened, pressed your back into the dilapidated headboard, did what you could to make yourself look small and unremarkable without giving him the impression that you were meek enough to go down without a fight (despite the fact that, if worst came to worst, you probably would). For what it was worth, he didn’t seem hostile. If anything, the expression written across his face was one of pleasant neutrality – a slight smirk paired with a distant look in his eyes, like he had a million things to do and whatever he’d come to you for barely ranked on his list of concerns. When he noticed you were looking at him, he didn’t move, didn’t say anything. Rather, he only lifted the hand furthest from you, bringing a nondescript plastic bag into your line of sight and placing it in front of you gingerly, as if he was leaving a hunk of raw meat in front of some exotic beast.

It was only when you failed to react that he started to explain himself. “I heard you were sick.”

Fuck. And you thought you’d managed to fly under his radar.

“I… I think it’s just a cold.” Because colds were safer than flus, easier to recover from and only half as contagious. Because they were less likely to decide you weren’t worth the effort it’d take to keep you around if you just had a cold. “I should be alright in a couple of days, but if you think we’ll need to move before that—”

“Oh, no, it’ll be another week or so before we move on. You'll have plenty of time to recover.” He spoke casually, as if they weren’t wanted fugitives. As if you weren’t a bargaining chip for them to flaunt in front of the police if things went south. He gestured towards the bag, his grin growing just a little wider. “Let me know if I missed something. I tried for variety, but I can make a second trip if you find that your needs haven’t been met.”

Hesitantly, you took up the bag, dragging it into your lap and pulling it open. The contents consisted of what a friend might’ve brought over after you’d missed a morning lecture to a particularly bad hangover. Mineral water, tissues, brand-name painkillers and generic cough medicine. There were a few sporadic add-ons, too – chocolate bars, two bracelets with matching broken clasps and a silver wedding band, a miniature teddy bear that’d clearly been plucked off of a Valentine’s Day clearance rack, but you choose not to linger on those any longer than you had to. Honestly, you were just glad not to find any bullet casings or disembodied extremities. “One of nen’s many silver linings. Once your body surpasses a certain point, illness tends to be more of a peripheral hazard than a daily inconvenience,” he went on, as you rummaged through the bag. “I’m a little out of practice, but hopefully, this will suffice.”

You weren’t exactly sure what he was talking about, but you did your best to nod along, only letting a small portion of your confusion shine through. None of this made sense, none of this was anything you’d ever thought to prepare yourself for, but when he finished, you scrambled to respond, as eager to please as he seemed to be to soak in your praise. “Thank you. It’s perfect, I—” The air hitched in your throat, and anything you might’ve said broke down into a violent coughing fit, only somewhat stifled by the back of your hand. He was still staring at you, when you found the strength to look toward him again, still wearing that fucking smile. Something quirked inside of your chest, and you turned away from him sharply. “I appreciate it, I really do, b-but I’m not sure what’s going on, and I don’t want to disrespect the— your—”

“The Phantom Troupe,” he finished. “My Spiders.”

“Right. That. I don't know how to deal with that.” You shook your head, letting out a slight sigh. “I’m sorry, I don’t really keep up with the world of high-class art theft.”

“Oh, we steal all sorts of things. Art, antiques, the occasional organ.” He paused, then seemed to brighten, his tone taking on a kind of childlike eagerness. “A few years ago, a buyer I’m closely acquainted with was interested in amassing a collection of teeth from notable living figures. It was a dull job, but it paid well enough, and my group made the most of it. We're very versatile.”

There was another chill, this time with a source other than your smoldering fever. You wrapped your arms over your chest, shrinking into yourself, but if Chrollo cared about how reflexively you pulled away from him, he didn’t seem to think of it as a mistake that couldn’t be corrected with a breath of a laugh, a slight tap to his knee. “Come here.”

It wasn’t a question, a request, but you considered refusing for one brief, delusional second before ignoring your better judgment and moving towards him – gradually, at first, as slowly as you were able to, until you’d gotten just a little too close and he was able to lash out, to snake an arm around your waist and pull you against his chest. There was a low chuckle, a hand brought to your cheek before it was used to brush the hair away from your face. He held you like that for a long moment – tucked against him, fingers tangled in your hair, his lips ghosting over your forehead – before his grip slackened and his hand fell back to your waist, his face soon buried in the crook of your neck. “Poor thing,” he muttered, his voice muffled by your skin. “You’re burning up.”

He let you go as quickly as he’d taken you up, unraveling himself from you and rising to his feet. There was a click of his tongue, a new lilt to his smile, and when he spoke, he did so with a certain lightness – as if he was playing a role he’d spent just a little too long preparing for. “I’ll make tea. Try to get some rest while I’m gone.”

You waited for him to leave, but he didn’t move, didn't look away from you. With no small amount of trepidation, you turned your back to him, lying on your side and drawing the tussled blankets over yourself.  That earned a hum of approval, but you didn’t let yourself so much as breathe until you heard his light footsteps, until the bedroom door groaned closed and you were left alone with only the impending knowledge that you wouldn’t be, for very long.

At least things couldn’t get any worse, right?

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[lokidottir1308]

Chrollo x fem!reader - "Books"

warnings: fluff

"No! Wait! Chrollo!" she laughed, outstretching her hands towards her boyfriend. The raven haired man grinned, gripping the book he had taken her away tighter.

"Darling, ever since you bought this you‘ve nothing but ignored me. It‘s my day off, why don’t we spend time together?" Chrollo spoke, looking at his girlfriend.

She sighed, knowing he was right. The two of them had spend their morning in several book stores, and they could have spend many more hours there if it wasn’t for Y/N getting hungry.

Now, she was laying on Chrollo‘s "throne", her nose up in a book like always. Chrollo smiled before taking her legs in his hands, sitting down and laying her legs on his lap.

He flipped open the book and started reading it to her. He caressed her ankle with his thumb, only letting go of the spot every once in a while when he had to turn a page.

"Babe?" she mumbled, her eyes half closed, sleepily staring at the raven haired man. He hummed, still looking at the book. "Did you ever think about recording audio books?" she asked, earning a laugh from her boyfriend.

"Why are you asking?" he wanted to know, finally taking his eyes off the book. "Because your voice is really soothing. I bet your audio books would be great to make babies fall asleep." she mumbled.

He could tell she was tired. Usually, she wouldn’t talk so openly about this, rather finding it funny to keep these thoughts to herself.

"Maybe I‘m gonna record some to make you fall asleep quicker." he said, grinning at her pouty face. "I wanna read to you now." she spoke, sitting up and taking the book from his hands.

He lay down in the same position she had been in a minute before, placing his arm under his head so he could look at her properly. It took her a minute to find the paragraph he had read previously before she began to read.

After turning a few pages, she saw a tiny envelope glued to one of the pages that she hadn’t noticed before. She looked at Chrollo quizzically, but opened the little envelope anyway after seeing his smile.

She pulled out a shining ring, staring at the peace of jewelry in amazement. When she looked up, Chrollo knelt down in front of her.

Never in a million years would he have ever expected to find love, even less to actually ever get the opportunity to marry the person he loved. Now, he had everything he never expected him to have.

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[cupidisaliar]

‘Love’

yandere chrollo x reader

tw: yandere, mentions of murder, kidnapping

\\ first fic enjoy!!! ///

“Tell me Y/N, have you ever been in love?”

You paused for a moment, not quite sure where the question came from. Or even if you want to answer.

The air in the basement seemed to grow colder than it already was. Yet you can feel the burn in his gaze.

You know the answer, but you know the one he wants. That’s when you realize where the sudden question came from.

Yesterday, when he came to visit you in your room, if you can even call it that. Four grey walls kept you safe, or so Chrollo would say. “This is good for you, away from everything, everyone, humans can be so bothersome, wouldn’t you agree?”

You grew to hate his voice, his questions..

His ‘love’.

It was when he rambled on about his day, the treasures he stole, the people he killed, those poor souls he took.

Even so, he told you the one thing he treasures most, his prized possession.

“It’s you, my love.”

You snapped and screamed:

“What could someone like you know about love anyway?!”

Your harsh words echoed off the walls. You’re not sure if you were imagining things but you could’ve sworn you saw him flinch.

The look on his face is unreadable as he turned and walked up the steps, leaving you by yourself in the darkness. The tension left the room with him.

“Are you going to answer me?”

You’re shot back in the present, still you don’t bother to turn and look at him.

“Chrollo — about yesterday-”

“Answer the question” he speaks slowly, his voice soaked with impatience.

There is a wrong answer right? You think. Saying yes would most likely make him hunt your first love down. Saying no, he’d just interrogate you, making you tell the truth.

“Yes.” you finally respond, tears rolling down your eyes.

When will this end?

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