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Yandere Alphabet: Chrollo Lucilfer

That man was one of the first villains I ever truly found interesting, just because he himself doesn´t know who he is. That was such a funny thing to me. Like, considering everything he has done, and he doesn´t know the reason for it? I´m so glad, that the Phantom Troupe will be returning in the latest Manga Arc, though I know they won´t make it out of there alive. I always enjoyed seeing them, after they were first introduced to us. So, I simply had to do something for their boss.

Chrollo Lucilfer

He is the head of the spider, the leader of the Phantom Troupe. A man who is a phantom himself. A man who laid his entire self into a group of people. Who holds onto anything that live has for him with a tight grip. Who is so afraid to let go, because then he knows, those things would be lost forever to him. He is taunting, and when he has the chance to be smug he will be as well. He has problems to see you like a person, but oh dear he still loves his treasures so very much.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

There are two very clear ways in which Chrollo will show his affection to you. One of them is loud and acted and the other one is far more quiet and honest. He will shower you in some of the jewellery he stole or anything else that either caught your eye or his. He plays it up for an imaginary audience. The other, more true to him, way to show affection is far more quiet. Sometimes he will read out a poem that reminded him of you, otherwise he will simply seek out your company. Otherwise he makes it clear, that he listens to you every once in a while.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He doesn´t mind killing, because over the years he simply got used to it. It´s nothing special for him, just another thing, that needs to be done. Though he still tends to be quick about it. There is no need for him to spend more time on something insignificant as that as needed. It´s hard to piss him off enough to make it messy and even then he is more likely to just be clean while murdering someone brutally. In the end, he is more likely to play mind games.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

In the first few moments, maybe even days, he would ignore you. He doesn´t do this out of malice, but out of a misguided sense of care and, well let´s call it empathy. He knows, that this is a lot for you, and so he thinks the lack of interaction will help you settle better. Though, there isn´t really any kidnapping happening because he will move into your own space and keep you there with him. He gets a bit petty, when you insult him and tends to give back as good as he gets.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He is a charmer, a born manipulator. Chrollo gives you the illusion of choice over and over again without you even noticing, that it isn´t really choice you can make. He manipulates the situation your in very carefully, as he doesn´t want you to notice this either. He tailors every situation, so that it will fit to his desires, so that his will will prevail.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He doesn´t make himself vulnerable with you. He doesn´t want to be like that with you either. He barely knows himself, so how could he even show you the parts he doesn´t show anyone else either. He doesn´t know. He bases his personality on the people around him. He becomes whatever is needed for the people he holds close to his heart. So, if he had to be honest, he is quite happy never baring his heart and soul to you either. Maybe he doesn´t even have one.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He very quickly grows annoyed with you but still tries to hold back and treat this like a fun game. Though, he will lose his patience with you at some point and show you what he is capable of. He regrets it almost immediately and apologizes to you. Without a moment´s notice the mask of the charming and kind man is firmly back in place.

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

Though he sometimes thinks that your attempts are kind of funny, he still would like it better if you would stop doing it. He looks at you in those moments, as one would, watching a beloved pet do something stupid over and over again. He knows that there is no real chance that you will be getting away from him. So he thinks of it as being hilarious, but would prefer you settle down with him.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

He can change his personality at the drop of a head. Chrollo is very good at acting. The moment you realize that, a shiver will run down your spine and a chill will settle in your bones, that will never leave again. He makes it clear, that the way he appears to you is decided on a whim of his. There is also the lurking disregard of human life, his or others, that also carries over into his every action, that tends to freak you out.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He can´t imagine any kind of future with you. He carries the beat of death in his heart. And he is satisfied with whatever he already got with you. He reached out to you with open hands, and he managed to catch you as well. At the moment he is content.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He is confident in himself, when it comes to you interacting with other people. He knows, that he is able to twist himself into a personality that is everything you could ever want from him. And he also knows, that he is the only one that can do this to such an extent. So he doesn´t really get jealous, though he still wants to be the centre of your attention, and will do what he can to keep that position.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Chrollo will be as gentle as he can with you. He likes to adore you. Most of the time he tries to act overly sophisticated, while he generally isn´t. Reading you poetry, comparing you to some of his favourite figures in literature, and quoting you some of his favourite lines as well. He acts almost sweet with you

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He is a picture perfect gentleman around you. Polite, careful and attentive. He intrudes into your spaces without really crossing any lines at the same time. The meetings seem coincidental. At least at first. They occur to often to be chance. But because he depicts himself as non-threatening you will let it slide. This is how he gets close. Involving you in several conversations just so, that he can learn more about you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Considering, that he has a habit of basing his entire personality on other people, there is always a mask in place, that he can never get rid off. He feels empty inside. He is the amalgamation of what all the people he ever loved needed from him. And so he becomes what you need from him as well. But over time more and more of his other personality traits will slip in as well.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He goes all quiet when he is angry. It´s a slow anger, that he keeps a tight leash on. It´s something, that is vicious and barely noticeable at the same time. It hardens his face and wipes every emotion out of his face. It makes him cold and cruel. It makes him creative.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

When he moves in with you, no matter what you have to say about it, he also takes control over your life. Well not completely. Only when he is around. He still travels a lot, as he did before. Always on the move. It´s rare, that he demands that you will come with him. He likes it better when you are safe at home, where nothing can really happen to you. When he returns to you though, he craves to be the centre of your attention. He wants you around, and to interact with him. You won´t have single moment truly to yourself, when he is near by.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Chrollo likes to display himself as a patient man. He isn´t really, but because he holds on tightly to this image it makes him quite patient anyway. No one needs to know, that he is clenching his jaw and his body tensing with annoyance. With you, he tries even harder to patient and charming and most of the time he is even quite successful.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He will mourn the loss of you. It feels to him, as if he lost another piece of himself with you. He has laid loving you, adoring you, as an important foundation of his personality. You were something, someone, that he based his personality around again. You were as important to him, as his spider is. And now he lost you. His grief overwhelms him and he doesn´t know what to do. So he throws himself back into being the head of the spider.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He can never regret reaching his hands out for something, that he wants. He knows, that he needs to take what he wants, because the world will never offer it to him for free. There is nothing there that he should regret. He sometimes feels almost melancholic though, when he realizes that you aren´t as carefree as before, that he made you change. That he is the cause behind this change.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He grew up with nothing. Life taught him over and over again that if he wants to have something that he will need to take it. It taught him that if he wants to keep something he will have to fight for it. Over and over again these lessons were drilled into his skull. Over the years he would find peace in his eventual death, because he laid his life into the hands of his spider. It´s strange for him to feel so strongly again.

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

It disappoints him to see how you loose your composure that quickly. In the end though he will be far more interested to observe this new facet of you. It makes you appear more human that something like this seems to pull out such a strong reaction from you. Though if he notices that you start to pull back is when he will pull you out of your fit again. No need to loose that shiny personality of your now.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He will invade your space, instead of forcing you to stay in his. There won´t be a chance of him kidnapping you in a traditional sense. Also, he will be well-liked by most of your peers, because he can play of normal and charming young gentleman very well. Another thing that differentiates him is that he will never be able to open up to you. No matter if you try or not.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He has an unfortunate habit to shift his personality to fit better into any situation. He always tries to be the most charming version of him that he can. In the end Chrollo lacks an identity that he can rely on. There is no sense of self that can help him to steady himself. This doesn´t mean that he necessarily easy to shake up, but it´s something that can be achieved. Something that can be exploited to manipulate the situation to your favour.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Chrollo wouldn´t hurt you directly. He has enough self-control to avoid that. But what he will do is threaten everyone you love with a pleasant smile on his lips. He doesn´t care about other people. He doesn´t have the energy for it either. His priority is you. Not whoever you hold dear. He also won´t mind to render them apart if it ensures that you will stay at his side. Or at least won´t act out in an obvious manner.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He is someone that sees you as an immeasurable treasure. He wants you as soon as he sets his eyes on you, and is not willing to change his mind over you either. While he doesn´t outright worship you, he still puts you on a pedestal. After all you make him feel alive. A feeling that he very deeply treasures and will chase after. He tries to be charming at first, and will try to win you over like that.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He doesn´t really pine in the first place. He sees you, recognizes that he wants you, then he takes you. There is no period of time, where he just can´t stop thinking about you. His desire overtakes him quickly and completely. Like it always does. And he has learned early: To get what he wants, he has to take you. Nothing comes for free after all, and while patience is a virtue, there is nothing, that can hold him back.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He would threaten to do this to them. Though he would never actually do it. He makes you aware, that this could be a possibility, without the intention to do it. He likes you. He thinks, that they are interesting. So, why would he break that? Sure, there is some beauty in all the broken things of this world. Doesn´t mean you have to break too. But there is no sense in letting them know that. He likes the fear in your eyes, when he tangles the empty promise over their head.

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Binding Vow - Part II

Part I here

Part III here

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This is part II of III :)

Warnings: kidnapping, manipulation, coercion, Stockholm Syndrome, captivity, Chrollo being a manipulative asshole, obsession, slight NSFW

Word count: 6k

The lilies in the vase by the windowsill were starting to wilt. Their petals were drooping, the stems getting darker, the vibrant white of the flowers starting to become ashen. In that way, you were like them. Wilting away in a prison you were forced to call home. 

But Chrollo never let you see them die. No, he brought you new flowers every week, along with all the other gifts he gave you. You did not know which ones were bought and which were stolen. Not that it mattered much. 

His pathetic romanticism fell on deaf ears. He could court you all he liked, but he failed to see in that brilliant brain of his that it would not work after kidnapping someone and holding them prisoners. A golden cage was still a prison, and he could not make the canary sing by locking it away, even if he used his silver tongue on it. 

Sometimes, you did not know whether he was completely oblivious or simply did not care. Every glare of yours, every time you ignored him, shouted at him or even refused to eat- he met all of your attempts at rebelling with a soft sigh and a stoic outlook, telling you he “would wait for your tantrum to quiet down to talk like adults”. Always patronising. He was always so damn condescending. 

Another month had passed since the day Chrollo had tricked you into having sex with him under the guise of letting you go free and then had drugged you and left that house with you. When you had woken up, you were in a new flat, which he told you would serve as a home for the both of you for a couple of months. 

He had reassured you that he would never harm you and that he would protect you, failing to understand you needed protection from him. He had also reminded you that the doors were all locked, and that he knew your life inside out in case you planned to do something foolish. 

The first night in this house, you had screamed your lungs out at him, fighting him, or rather, trying to hit him with all your might whilst he restrained you. In the end, he’d tied you to the bed and told you he would free you once you learnt to be civil. 

Next, you had refused to eat. That lasted until he tried to force feed you, and the humiliation of the act had made you start to eat by yourself again.

After that, you had refused to speak or even look at him. Luckily, he hadn’t tried to force himself on you, but he certainly seemed to want it. He had started to sleep in the same bed as you as soon as you had cut out the screaming and hitting, and no amount of begging had made him change his mind.

“I understand you dislike my approach, but I’m doing this to keep you safe, my love. If you can get past it, you’ll see it’s only natural that we sleep in the same bed. I love having you close to me. You are so peaceful when you sleep” he had said, stroking your upper arms as though the gesture could ever be perceived as soothing. 

You always made a point to fall asleep curled as far away from him as possible, yet, somehow, you always woke up with his arm wrapped around your waist. He was stifling.

Your best moments were the ones where he’d go away to do God knew what for a few hours, or when he would be so immersed in the book he was reading that he would not talk to you for a while. Of course, he would insist on having you sit on his lap as he read, but he had settled for letting you sit with him in the living room where you wanted, which was as far away as possible from him.

You hated to admit it, but when he left, you sometimes could not help but feel lonely. He was the only person you ever saw, the only one you talked to, the only one you could go to in order to find comfort. That fact alone was enough to make your stomach churn. 

But that was all stopping that day. You had decided that one way or another, you would escape. You were on the eighth floor of an apartment complex, but even Chrollo hadn’t been able to find a place that did not have windows. They were locked, of course, but you could break them if you used enough strength. It wasn’t your strong suit, but you had trained a little on your Hatsu to be able to do more damage than your muscles were capable of. And of course, you would get hurt, but it was all for a good cause. If you could make it out, then… then maybe he wouldn’t find you. If you were careful. 

That very day was your best bet. Chrollo had told you he would not be home for supper and had left you some food in the fridge. You packed it and filled several bottles of water, raiding the cupboards of chocolate, biscuits and fruit. You also found some gauze in the bathroom drawer, which you took with you in case you wouldn’t be able to use your Nen power straightaway. 

You had cursed your power for two whole months now, hating that you weren’t an Enhancer, that you weren’t strong or fast at all. Of course, Chrollo would still be stronger, but your chances at escaping would increase. But now, you were glad you had it: if you fell from a few stories, you would be able to heal yourself, so long as you did not die on impact.

Which was why you had gathered every single towel and sheet you could find and created a makeshift rope with tight knots. It was around ten metres, which left fifteen to twenty metres left to jump. You’d found that there was a tree underneath the window of the office, so that was where you decided to escape. 

The glass was thick, and you decided to wrap your hand in a section of your rope and punch it with all your strength. 

It took half an hour and the breaking of your knuckles, which had also split and gotten wounded, but you had managed to stay focused through the pain and heal them before you lost too much blood. 

Now, as to your escape. The window was now broken, and you did your best in creating a wide enough passage where glass would not be likely to cut you or the rope. Next, you looked down to see that no one was around. The apartment complex was situated on the side of a forest surrounding a small town, and the office happened to face the woods. You could not see anyone around.

You had around three hours to escape and get as far away from that place as possible before Chrollo came back. You had to move quickly, find out where you were and then find a way out of there. 

You breathed in, calming your thundering heart and swinging the rope out of the window after tying it to the sofa. It reached ten metres or so from the canopy of the tree beneath the window, which was not ideal, but not too bad either. You stepped on the windowsill, planted your feet and started descending. 

Ten minutes later, you had reached the end of your rope. You swallowed, the wind making your eyes sting and tear up as you looked down. Legs first. You had to either grab a branch with your hands or land on your legs. 

You jumped.

Your hand scraped against the bark, burning and shredding against it. The branch underneath you winded you as you landed on your side, but you managed to break the fall before you hit the ground.

You convulsed on the grass, nausea and cold shivers tearing through your body as you quivered, taking small breaths that had you dizzy from the pain.

Definitely broken ribs. Definitely a broken leg. 

Your trembling hand reached to your side, and you focused on your aura, feeling the pain, mending the bone, healing the damage until it felt like a dull throbbing rather than stabbing, burning agony.

Next was your leg. It took you longer than you wanted to consider to heal all of your injuries, but when you finally got up, you were okay. You could run, even though the numerous cuts on your body had made you lose quite a bit of blood and you felt lightheaded.

You started running. The feeling of hope that bloomed in your heart was quick to burst into euphoria, even though you tried not to lull yourself into false security. Running along the path in the forest felt good, freedom felt like cool breeze, autumn leaves and the faint scent of rain lingering on the ground.  

You must have run more than ten miles by the time you stopped as you got to the edge of the forest. The sun was setting on the horizon, and you wagered Chrollo would be back soon. You probably had another hour before he realised you were gone. Where could you go from here? The hills to your right looked too exposed, but so did the town to your left. He would expect you to be there. But with the amount of blood you’d lost, the fact that you’d been running for hours and the lack of shelter in the hills, you had to go to the town. Maybe you’d find a sheltered place where you could stay for a few hours, before you left again. 

But you never did get to the town. 

Because as soon as you got back on your feet and went to grab your bag, your wrists were caught behind your back in an iron grip. You knew that scent all too well. 

Your heart threatened to burst in your ribcage, and your chest heaved, your eyes widening as you writhed wildly to no avail.

‘If I were you, I would stop thrashing, darling. I am not in a gracious mood’ he murmured against your ear, voice cold, seeping into your bones like ice. You stopped moving altogether, swallowing the heavy lump in your throat.

‘Have you any idea of what that fall could have done to you? You’re covered in blood. Did you break anything in your brilliant escape?’ he continued, and you wet your lips, your temples throbbing. 

Would he kill you now? Would he simply take you back? Would he break some more bones to punish you? Tie you to the bed, or relocate you to a basement? 

‘Answer me. You do not want to make this any worse than it already is’ he said coldly, releasing you and staring at you. You knew trying to make a run for it would be useless. He would catch you in seconds. And who knew what he’d do to you. 

You were done. He’d found you immediately. There was no escaping him. 

‘My knuckles. My ribs- my leg’ you whispered, scanning his face for any clue on what might happen to you. His jaw tightened.

‘So you counted on your power to heal you, disregarding that had you broken your neck, you would not be able to heal. Not quite well-thought out’ he said, a tinge of cold fury in his voice. You ground your teeth, deciding you would go out swinging instead of listening to more of his patronising remarks. 

‘I did not have many options. I ran, because you kidnapped me. I was willing to take the risk’ you spat, and he lifted his chin, looking down at you, seemingly rigid in his posture. 

‘I must say that was a rather inventive plan. I think I might have read about a character doing the same thing in an adventure book once’ he mused, recomposing himself and disregarding your words completely.

‘You clearly cannot care for yourself, darling. Look what you've done to yourself. You are so very fragile. We have much to discuss. Of course, there will be consequences, but you should know I would never hurt you. I simply need you to listen. You can come with me now without a fuss or you can make the situation worse for yourself and risk more dire consequences for your behaviour. Your choice’ he said, looking at you, his eyes softening ever so slightly as you let out a strangled sob. 

Choice. Another choice that was already written in stone.

‘Just let me go. Let me free. Please’ you breathed, resorting to pleading in the face of defeat, hating the fact that you could feel the tears spill from your eyes. He let out a soft sigh, cupping your face and stroking your cheek. You did not know whether you wanted to spit in his face or let him comfort you for something he was guilty of. Because you were so alone, your heart was so wretchedly heavy.

‘Shh, shh. It’s alright, my love. You must be so exhausted. You need to rest. I’ve got you. I’ve got you’ he kissed your forehead, soothing your sobs, and perhaps it was desperation and exhaustion that made you cling to his shirt with trembling fingers. You let all of your tears of frustration, pain, hurt and anger out, sobbing in the arms of the one who had brought them to life. And he was so gentle as he held you. So painfully tender in the way he soothed you, stroking your hair, kissing the top of your head, holding you close to him.

Chrollo bent to pick you up in his arms, and you buried your head against him, not wanting to look at him and accept what you had just done and where he was taking you. What the consequences of your escape would be.

As the temperature started dropping, you found yourself seeking out the warmth of his body, feeling the exhaustion catch up to you quickly. You had finally stopped crying, but your head was pounding and your eyes were raw from the tears.

You saw a car at the edge of the forest, parked behind the building, in front of the tree and your makeshift rope. He opened the door and deposited you on the passenger seat, closing it behind you and getting in on the other side. He reached over and put on your seatbelt, locking the doors and staring at you.

‘Where are we going? What is going to happen to me?’ you asked, voice hoarse from all the crying. Chrollo slicked back the wayward strands of black hair that had escaped his hairstyle, regarding you with a cold expression, if not slightly laced with disappointment.

‘You saw fit to break the window of our flat. I called some people to take care of the mess there and get our stuff whilst I retrieved you. We are going to another place, this one is compromised now. As to you, my love... I do not know what punishment would fit this crime. Your sorrow and your tears have touched me, truly. But I must ensure you learn your lesson. You don’t want this to happen again, do you?’ he asked, turning the keys and starting to drive.

Did you want this to happen again? Of course not. His tone let you know that if you ever did this again, there would be Hell to pay. Who knew what he would do now, you shuddered to imagine what he might think to do if you tried to escape once again.

‘No’ you said quietly.

There was no escaping Chrollo Lucilfer. You had been stupid to think that you could have done so. Drunk on the idea of freedom. He might have said he would never harm you physically, but he hadn’t said anything of the sort about your loved ones. You had learnt that with him, the devil was in the details. He always twisted meanings and played with words like a musician would play an instrument. And there was no escaping his judgement.

Chrollo was not having a nice day. He had had to pull back a heist when Shal had informed him the museum had been tipped off, and had thought he would just get to go home and spend some needed time with his darling girl. He had seriously thought you had made vast progress in your interactions with him. In a mere month, he had managed to mellow you a lot, and even though it had irked him to put up with your foolish tantrums, he had done so patiently, knowing being less strict would eventually aid him in making you come around. You had started to talk to him again, even seemed content to sit with him in the living room to read.

He wasn’t too pleased you never took him up on the offer to sit on his lap, and sometimes, he wanted to pull you against him and hold you there, but he was a patient man, and he understood the perks of patience and strategy.

That was why he had been willing to compromise on not taking everything he wanted yet. He had put boundaries on what was non-negotiable, like sleeping in the same bed. After all, you were his. He had claimed you, given you food, shelter and protection, brought you all kinds of beautiful gifts that reminded him of you, made you feel good. He knew you liked the sex, too. You could not deny it, he remembered all too well how very precious you had looked writhing underneath him, begging and whining for him.

Nevertheless, he was waiting to do it again, simply because you were under the impression you had been tricked by him with the vow you had made, and that had upset you. Understandably so, but the fact that you hadn’t paid enough attention to his words was hardly his fault. However, if he was respectful of your body and did not force himself on you, he knew you would eventually seek him out. He could already see the slivers of your resolve shattering, and it pleased him to no end. The way you now let him kiss the top of your head, flinching less often when he drew you in for a hug or stroked your cheek. It was a chess game, and Chrollo knew he would win.

But now, you’d broken his trust. You’d disappointed him.

When he had come back home, looking for you, thinking you might be asleep or ignoring him as he called your name, and had eventually seen the window shattered and a makeshift rope made of sheets and towels, he had seen red. There was blood spatter on the glass, and the thought of you going so far as to harm yourself in order to escape him had made his stomach hot with rage and his chest tight with worry.

He had inspected the grounds underneath the tree he surmised you had used to break your fall, and he could see some blood, not enough to make you die of blood loss. Some drips had seeped into the blades of grass that led to the woods. Torn between cold fury, worry and admiration for your commendable resolve, for a moment, he had also thought you were truly so delightful. It was so sweet of you to believe you could escape.

He also knew you must have used your power to heal yourself, because he expected you to have broken at least a few bones. Therefore, you must have been lightheaded and weak. A fragile thing like you, alone in the woods, where anyone could easily harm you. He had been worried sick, ready to burn the forest to ashes.

It had taken him twenty minutes to scour the whole forest. When he had found you, you had been panting, holding onto a tree as your gaze shifted between the hills and the small town as though you were considering your course of action. So fragile, so impossibly delicate and fatigued, so oblivious to your surroundings. He hated how you put yourself in danger. Hated that you thought it would be better than being by his side.

Of course, Chrollo knew it was human nature to seek freedom, so he could not fault you for trying. But he was not pleased. You had put yourself in danger and broken his trust.

He had been ready to make you learn your lesson by confining you to a windowless bedroom, never taking his eyes off you, even pay a visit to one of your friends. However, the moment you had started to sob and clung to him, accepting his embrace, seeking him in your sorrow, he had been truly moved. You were truly so sweet in his eyes, so vulnerable, he just wished to hold you and never let you go.

Now, he was not sure what the best course of action would be. Should he be understanding, threaten what would happen if there was another attempt, and bask in your need to be comforted by him? If he happened to be too strict with you, it might halt the progress you’d just made. But if he offered himself as the only one who could soothe your worries and comfort you, then, perhaps, you would become more dependent on him. He wanted nothing more.

But things would have to move more swiftly, because his patience was starting to run out. If he was honest, as he had you back in his car, looking so meek with your tear-stained eyes and torn clothes, he had only wanted to move you to the back of the car and show you just how much he needed you. Just how much you truly liked him. Then, maybe, you would regret your actions. But he had to hold back.

He had nothing but time with you. And your attitude and outlook on your living situation was the most important thing right now. He had to change your perspective, or his work the past month would be ruined just because he had lost his temper after you made a mistake. You could still make things better.

‘Chrollo’ you murmured, wringing your hands in your lap. You rarely called him by his name. You rarely talked to him without him starting the conversation. He loved the way his name sounded on your lips.

‘Mh?’

‘What’s going to happen to me?’ you repeated, small voice haunted. He placed his hand on your thigh, stroking your skin gently as he drove through the empty street.

‘You did something quite upsetting, dearest. You know I would have never forgiven myself if something happened to you. I cannot let anyone, including you, harm you. I cannot trust you now; you understand that, don’t you?’ he asked, voice smooth. A part of him wanted to ask you what you thought a fitting punishment would be. But he did not do well with not knowing what you would say.

‘I won’t try to run again- just... please don’t hurt the people I care about. Please. I’ll do anything’ you said desperately, and Chrollo forced himself to restrain the urge to smile. Now, that was a pleasant development. He could utilise this. Could reap the benefits of your dedication.

‘My love, it pains me that you think me a monster. There would be no reason to visit your past acquaintances if this is a one-time mistake. But how can I trust your word? How can I be certain you will not try to run from me again? That you’ll be my good girl?’ he asked gently, keeping his voice as soft and calm as he could.

Human imagination was truly intriguing. How you had come to that conclusion in your mind, already deeming it a reality, and sought to find a way out of it by offering everything you had. It was truly endearing, and Chrollo had barely had to do anything. And now, if he spared your acquaintances, he would be seen as merciful. You would be grateful. Even though he hadn’t planned to kill them as of yet, deeming it counterproductive for your opinion of him. But if he utilised your fears against you, he could appear as a compassionate source of comfort to you.

‘Because... I know it’s useless. And I don’t want to be the reason they might... get hurt’ you said earnestly, your bottom lip quivering. It made you look so sweet in his eyes. So innocent and pure. Completely different from him, someone so fascinating he could never take his eyes off you.

‘I- will behave. I’ll do- whatever you want’ you whispered, almost resignedly, your shoulders sloping. Chrollo let out a soft sigh. You had no idea of the effect you had on him when you said things like that. It was all he ever wanted. And soon, he knew you would say the same words with care and tenderness in your voice.

  He parked the car in front of the skyscraper, opening the door and stepping out, and a middle-aged woman approached him, holding a pair of keys. Chrollo took them from her, spotting Shal’s antenna sticking out of her neck when she turned to head towards the glass doors. Chrollo went back to the car, opening the door and giving you his hand. You looked at him, closing your eyes briefly before you accepted his help and stood up on unsteady legs. He took his coat off, wrapping it around you. It would not do to have you walk in the lobby with your shirt and legs covered in blood.

It was long and baggy on you, and covered your whole body. He thought you looked quite sweet in it. He made sure to lead you to the door with a hand on your lower back, not trusting your balance after the injuries you had sustained and the clear exhaustion he could observe in your sluggish movements.

This time, Chrollo had asked Pakunoda and Shal to find him a place as high up as possible, so you could still watch the sky and not get any stupid ideas. The woman led you and him to a lift and pressed the button for the fiftieth floor, the penthouse. He liked to show off with a better flat, a more luxurious one, but had it been up to him, he would not have cared much, so long as it was comfortable and had everything he might need.

The woman stayed in the lift as he led you outside, to the door of your new home. He opened it, stepping inside and conjuring Bandit’s Secret to lock the door with Nen that only he could unlock. He put the keys on the bowl on the accent table by the door, because they were as useful as a pen to you if you planned to use them to open the door.

The penthouse was spacious but decorated in a way he did not mind. Cosy and warm, with a big fireplace, a loveseat and two armchairs in front of it, bookshelves filled with books on the opposite wall. His friends had truly found him a good place to crash. The dining room and the kitchen were connected to the living room by a wall with open arches, and one side of the dining room was a full window that offered a nice view of the city. He decided to look for anything that might be amiss before you moved from the hallway, and walked through the corridor, opening the door to the bedroom and the bathroom. It must definitely be more expensive than his previous lodging, but he hardly cared or worried about that in his life.

His clothes and yours had been carried here in two suitcases, and Chrollo decided he would give you space to have a bath or a shower whilst he tidied things up. With that in mind, he stepped back into the living room, observing you as you put his coat on the armchair.

‘Why don’t you take a warm shower, darling? It will relax your muscles. I’ll be here if you need anything’ he said, and you looked down at your torn clothes, your eyes wandering around the room.

He quickly went back to the bedroom, opened the suitcases and grabbed one of his shirts and clean underwear. You could go without trousers. If he were honest, he wanted you to go without any of those cumbersome clothes covering your stunning body, but he doubted you would react nicely to it if he suggested that. He was willing to compromise.

Besides, the thought of you wearing one of his shirts was somehow even better than going without it. Something about having something that was his on you. Proof of the fact that you were his.

He stepped outside, handing you the clothes and planting a kiss on your forehead.

‘Uhm- I need... trousers’ you murmured, your face growing hot against his fingers. He smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

‘Do you, darling? The shirt will cover enough of you up. I’ll be in the living room. Come over when you are finished’ he said, leaving you blushing in front of the bathroom and going to the bedroom, starting to sort through the clothes and objects in the suitcase.

When you came back, he had finished tidying up and was sitting down on the sofa with a book in his hand, the fireplace now crackling with orange flames and a glass of red wine on the coffee table.  

He had been right, you did look ravishing. With the smears of blood and dirt gone, his shirt on you, covering you to your upper thighs, leaving your legs exposed, he could hardly restrain himself. But tonight was not the right time to have you. No, he just wanted to hold you and see you. And perhaps taunt you a little as punishment for running away. Yes, he would definitely have you fulfil your promise to do anything he liked starting that very night.

He patted his thigh, and watched with sly amusement as you swallowed, clearly trying to find a loophole that would allow you to sit anywhere else. He enjoyed watching you rack your brains, knowing you might incur more dire consequences after you refused him the day you had attempted to escape.

It took you a minute, but eventually, you took small, hesitant steps towards him until you were firmly sat on his lap, his arm around you holding you to him. He loved your scent, loved the feel of your body against his, loved the sight of your pretty thighs. If he had been any other man, he would not have been able to exert control on his desires. But he would, because if he waited, the reward would be much sweeter. Besides, you seemed to think he would do something, and watching you squirm was delightful in it of itself.

He resumed reading the psychological thriller he’d picked up, stroking your ribs, knowing you’d mended them mere hours before. Your power was truly incredible. A power that sought to heal, remedy, one so in tune with your pure, kind soul. He found it so very fitting, so sweet. And so useful.

He could feel you shifting on his lap from time to time, and could not decide whether he wanted you to continue or to stop because it was so enticing. He decided he might do something, even if he would not take you to bed yet. After all, he had you there, glued to his body. It would be a sin to discard such a sweet chance.

He lowered his book, holding you more tightly, tilting your chin with his fingers.

‘Kiss me’ he murmured, watching you to see if you would hold to your word. He saw your pretty eyes widen, your lips parted as you scanned his face and shifted on him. Your teeth caught your bottom lip, pulling lightly on it, and he could not wait to do that himself and feel just how soft your lips were.

He had held back on kissing your lips as well, and he still remembered how worked up he had managed to get you just with that. He had a nice plan in the making, but he wanted you to kiss him first. Set it into motion.

You hesitantly craned your neck to press your soft lips on his cheek, and he let out a soft laugh, cupping your jaw.

‘Do not play coy with me, darling. You know perfectly well what I mean. Now, shall we try that again?’ he crooned, and he could see the acquiescence on your face set, compliance in the face of what you had said in the car as you leaned back towards him, closing your eyes and pressing your lips to his. This time, you did not have to be told to do it again. You knew what he wanted from you, and you acquiesced, tilting your head and touching his hair gingerly, your lips brushing against his, soft and timid. Chrollo restrained the urge to take the lead and show you exactly what he craved, because he wanted you to get there yourself.

At first, you kissed him slowly, tentatively, but then, the tip of your tongue traced the outline of his bottom lip, and you sucked it gently. Chrollo’s fingers curled around your scalp, tangling in your hair as he sank his teeth in your bottom lip, taking advantage of it to slide his tongue in your mouth. He had waited way too long to do this, but God, it was worth it.

You were addicting. He sucked and licked your lower lip, pressing his tongue against yours, tasting you, savouring the feeling of your restraint fading whenever he kissed you more passionately. A few times, he could have sworn you sought out his lips, hungry for more, battling your own desires but unable to deny them to the fullest. And it felt like a damn drug to him. He could force himself on you, but nothing could ever replace the feeling of watching you melt in his arms, so willing and pliant by the time you warmed up to his touch.

Your fingers were tangled in his hair, and his hand wandered down to cup your ass, fingers gripping the plump flesh of it, his cock already hard in his trousers. Judging by the way you were squirming and pressing your thighs together, he knew you would be wet if he touched you. And the thought alone was tantalising. He wanted to devour you, wanted you underneath him again, pretty and completely at his mercy. But he steered clear, deciding to just stroke your thighs, massage them, feel the goosebumps there as he continued to kiss you.

When his fingers inched closer to your inner thigh and you spread them for him a little, he knew he’d won. He smirked against your lips, sucking your swollen bottom lip one last time before he pulled back, looking at your flushed skin, bright eyes and tormented lips. You looked so tantalising, so compliant.

‘Have you any idea what you do to me?’ he whispered, his hand resting on your hip now. He let you simmer in that feeling, knowing that he would not have to wait much longer, he would have you soon.

He went back to his book, smirking slightly whenever you would squirm in his grasp. Oh, you must be so wound up. He wished he could help you. But this was all in favour of something better. To make you truly desperate, just as he was to get his hands on you. To have you all the time.

It did not take you long to start growing more sluggish, and before he knew it, he had finished the book and you were asleep, your head against his jaw, peaceful in your slumber. You were such a heavy sleeper, but he was also aware that you had exhausted yourself with that foolish stunt you’d pulled. He kissed your hair, setting the book down and lifting himself up, carrying you to bed. When he looked at you as you twisted in the sheets and his shirt lifted up to reveal the panties he’d picked out, he let out an audible groan.

Just a little longer, he thought. For now, he headed to the bathroom, seeking to relieve your effect on him.

You were disgusted with yourself. Disgusted with your weakness, disgusted with the effect he had on you. Yes, you’d said you’d do anything if he spared your loved ones, and you had been dreading him trying to fuck you. Having to go through it again. You had not expected him not to.

A week had passed, a week of torture. You had given up altogether on running away, especially because the door was impossible to open and jumping out the window wasn’t a viable option anymore. He had been more lenient than you’d ever imagined he could be, and hadn’t even tried to fuck you. He had merely demanded you sit on his lap and kiss him. And he had done so every day for the past week.

And every night for the past week, you’d been plagued with dreams about him having his way with you. You were horrified whenever you woke up drenched, pressure in your lower stomach, the unbearable desire to feel his touch rearing its ugly head again. Reminding yourself of who he was had become increasingly difficult, when all you could think about was how good he felt, how much his touch sparked heat in your body. And he knew it too, the clever bastard. You could see it in his sly grey eyes, in the sardonic smirk he would give you once he pulled away.

You were lonely, and you were tired. Tired of the struggle, tired of the anxiety, tired of weighing your every word, of pushing him away, of walking on eggshells all day long. It would be so easy to give in. The only thing that held you back was giving him the satisfaction. But then again, you’d already done that the time you’d slept with him. What was the point? Wouldn’t you live a much easier life if you gave in? If you stopped fighting and just let him encroach himself in your life? It had already happened, and your stubbornness and pride were only making your life harder.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You were weak and twisted for considering liking someone like him. Someone who had kidnapped you, a murderer with no morals, a man who had no problems threatening your loved ones and keeping you captive.

But what choice did you have? What was there in the future for you? More struggle, more bile in your throat, more tightness in your chest, more pain and suffering? Or just acceptance?

He could be considerate, when you did what he wanted. And he could be your worst nightmare if he wanted to.

You couldn’t defeat him, couldn’t escape, couldn’t convince him to let you go. Your choices were to either live a miserable life of suffering, or to give in and experience something bordering safety. Something that might resemble a life one day. All in exchange for giving in to the one who had ruined your life. Somehow, the choice made itself in your mind.

Part III here

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[i-love-frensh-fries]

Some times I think that chrollo genuinely despises the reader.

He goes out of his way to kidnapp them, lock them up and get ride of every single trait that made them lovable while knowing damn well they will be in pain and instinctively get ride of theis traits themselfs so he doesn't attack them.

They will probably hate him for life, loose their minds, get sick or just kill them self but he doesn't care 'cause that's what he inconsciously wants. To get ride of them and the things they make him feel.

"The one who loves reader isn't chrollo it's chrollo's inner child and he hates that"

Reader brings up his more human side the side he buried. That wounded child's cries that he thought he silenced a long time ago are back and now they are crying for reader. So automatically he needs to get ride of the cries he needs to get ride of reader.

The worst part is that he doesn't even know about his own motives so he keeps going. Stuck between wanting their love and wanting their pain 🥖 .

(I don't know if I make sense or not)

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[writeformesinpie]

Something Wicked

Chrollo x GN!Reader 

Summary - On your way home from work – late while most of the town is asleep – you find yourself surrounded by smoke that you can’t seem to escape all while stuck inside with a stranger. 

Genre - Horror

Warnings - Dub-con, choking, asphyxiation, smoke, fear of death, sexual tension, almost smut, in public (although there is no one really around) but outside in the middle of the night. 

Word Count - 1.8k

A/N - This is a drabble request for my impromptu 1500 follower celebration.

   There’s a chill in the air tonight.

   The moon is hidden by ash factories and charcoal clouds. Looking away from the sky you fold your arms across your chest to block out the stiff breeze pummelling against your thin sweater, piercing your skin. Scurrying under a flickering street lamp, you can’t help but feel uneasy.

   After gulping down the crisp night air, you hold your breath and listen to the thudding of your heartbeat, the malfunctioning light, and the thud of your footsteps. No crickets? Not even the electric pulse of the modern world we are so used to?

   Who knew silence could be so terrifying?

   Rushing down the deserted street, your eyes dart from side to side as shadows play in the corner of your vision. Swallowing hard you rub at your neck in a feeble attempt to sooth your dry scratchy throat as the smell of burning rubber, no, burning hair reaches your nostrils, the smoke quickly surrounding you. Batting at the scorched air with a flimsy flick of your wrist, you fold over and hack up the foul vapour, trying to cough it up out of your lungs.

   Who would be working this late and what the hell are they trying to dispose of?

   Despite your sputtering you jog across the street and continue your quick pace on the other side of the road. You need to get as far away from this building as fast as possible. Whatever is going on over there is none of your business. You just want to get back home, have a long shower, crawl into bed and try to forget this night ever happened. You never should have left. Filling in at the last minute for one of your co-workers seemed like a great idea at the time. You needed the extra cash, that's true, but the walk home after the buses had stopped their ventures for the night didn’t seem worth it.

   As the smoke starts to thin out your steps become less frantic. The breeze has changed directions and is no longer blowing it directly towards you. With each new breath the aching in your chest alleviates a little more until you finally fall back into your original rhythm. The beating of your previously erratic heart slows and you almost feel at ease. Almost.

   Something’s off. The air is clearer here, the smell of smoke almost completely gone. The darkness is punctuated with spots of light from the street lamps and although that should make you feel safer it has the opposite effect. The shadows are dancing just out of your line of sight and it has you on full alert.

   After all, aren’t those footsteps you hear behind you?

   Holding your breath you tread lightly and confirm your suspicions. There is someone behind you. Did they start following you after you left the factory or are they like you, just on their way back from work at this ungodly hour?

   The tapping behind you quickens. You’re too much of a coward to look. What if they’re dangerous? They are close enough now that you can hear them breathing. Is this really how you’re gonna die? In a shitty forgotten town on the edge of every map? A murder that doesn’t even make the front page – or worse, a missing person who doesn’t make the side of a milk carton. Just another lost in a sea of the misplaced.

   No. You won’t go out without a fight. Turning on your heel, you hold up your hands in balled fists ready to attack and let out a guttural howl.

   Nothing.

   The street’s empty of everything except the echo of your primal scream. The buzzing has returned: the sound of the electricity lines above you. Had the power been out? Circling the spot a few times you squint, staring into the darkness around you, but there’s nothing out there. Swallowing hard, your throat still dry, you turn back towards your original path and gasp.

   How many times had you spun around and seen nothing? There was no way your eyes had skimmed past him. Danger. The hairs on the back of your neck stiffen as you feel a shiver roll down your spine. Danger. The word flashes on repeat inside your mind. Danger.

   He’s under a blinking street light. Broken, like everything else in this town. His hair is slicked back, his neck and shoulders flaring out with the feathery white fur attached to his long dark coat. His chest is bare. He’s ripped; there’s no way you can overpower him. He has a cross tattooed on his forehead which means one of two things: he’s a nice religious boy, or he’s a complete cultish freak. You’re betting on the latter.

   Shifting one foot back, you shift and pivot, twisting around to sprint back the way you came, flight reflex in full force. Each step taking you further away from the eerie mirage brings you closer to the smoke you had just escaped. Running on tired legs, your knees scream out in frustration. After being on your legs for the last few hours they are running on pure adrenaline. Literally. You sneak a look behind you. He’s still there. He hasn’t moved. He isn’t following you.

   Fire convulses within your chest and you wheeze, desperate for air. Bending over you gulp and huff, frantic for air as your body tries to recover from your little stint. Pins and needles crawl up the back of your legs until they almost swirl in your chest. What is in that smoke?

   Taking your time to let your breathing and heart settle before you straighten, you look towards the stranger but the smoke is blocking the way. Frowning, you swat your hand at the mist-like substance in a feeble attempt to move it. There’s so much of it now. You glance behind you then frown.

   You can’t see anything, only the smoke.

   You turn on the spot – a full 360 spin – and still can’t make out anything. Is it better to go and check, see if he’s still standing there or to try and get further away?

   No way you’re going back towards that stranger. Although, now that you’ve spun around so many times inside the grey wall caging you, it’s hard to know if the way you’re facing is indeed the way back to him or the way back to the diner you just left. Gritting your teeth as tears sting your eyes, you barrel through the smoke, each step feeling heavier than the last.

   The smoke doesn’t end. There is nothing but smoke. There’s no left or right, no up or down, there is only smoke.

   “What the fuck is happening?” The words are whispered as you crouch down to see if it’s thinner at your feet. It isn’t.

   “Where are you trying to run?”

   Jumping, you stumble and almost land on your back. Instead you jut your hands out to steady yourself. Tiny pieces of gravel stick to your skin as you propel yourself back up. There’s no one here. No… There is someone, you just can’t see him. Can he see you?

   Holding your hands out in front of you, fists clenched, you inch your feet to the left, each step deliberate as you take your time to search the area. You still can’t see anyone.

   “Who’s there?”

   “What did you see back there?” The voice is behind you but when you turn there’s only smoke.

   “I didn’t see anything,” you say, swiping at the air in front of you in a half-assed attempt to find the stranger. It’s no use, the smoke is too thick. You won’t be able to see him until he wants you to. “Just smoke. All I saw was smoke.”

   “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” His voice is alluring, warm and inviting, each word almost a song on his lips. “Like a symphony.”

   “What?” Can he hear your thoughts? You spin around several times, eyes frantically searching the thick grey.

   “The smoke. It’s gorgeous.”

   He’s behind you. His voice is close enough to tickle your neck. Needing to turn yet not wanting to look, you stay still and tell yourself it’s because you don’t want to move, not that you can’t.

   First you feel the heat of his body consuming yours from behind, his whole being trying to overpower you with its mere presence. It’s a battle that you lose, relaxing against him, your back against his chest. Next you feel his fingertips dance up your arm and across your collarbone. Heat spreads from your cheeks out to your ears as you let his hungry hands explore your skin.

   “You know the difference between humans and puppets?” He curls his fingers around your neck and squeezes.

   “No,” you choke out the word as your throat air constricts.

   “Neither do I.'' He chuckles, his second hand assisting the first. Your lungs are screaming for air. Water springs to your eyes as you claw at his hands. He doesn't budge. When you try to kick your eyes widen and your heart races as you realise they won’t move. Your legs are limp.

   Growling low within your raging chest, you reach out and dig your nails into his face with every last bit of strength you have. He tuts but lets go. You slam to the ground with the majesty of a drowned rat.

   “How interesting,” he purrs, pulling you to your feet. His lips curve into a sinister smile before they crash down on yours. As you press your weak arms out against him, he engulfs you in a tight embrace, one of his hands tangling in the nape of your hair while the other grips tightly at your waist. His lips are desperate, hungry.

   “Humans are–” he stops to chuckle, looking down at you and you notice your clinging to him like he’s a life jacket and you’re stuck in the middle of the ocean. Your leg is wrapped around his waist, your mouth slightly ajar and waiting. What is this mystic hold he has over you? Is it his smell? Intoxicating, a hidden treasure buried beside a brook in the middle of a jungle, his scent is foreign and carnal, yet somehow also sweet and sticky.

   “Humans are what?” You try to imbue distaste in your voice but instead it comes out as a hoarse whisper.

   He kisses down your jaw, ignoring your question. You breathe him in, cotton candy and musk, a combination that should make you sick yet somehow has you on the edge of desire instead. Slamming out a hand to stop him you realise you’ve made an error. Skin on skin, the heat rising between you both. You look up at him, eyes wide as heat spreads past your face and down throughout your entire body. If the muscles ripping under your fingertips are anything to go by, he takes care of his body. Letting your fingers drag across his naked skin you can’t help but wonder what his skin tastes like.

   “Humans are very amusing,” he says, his hands cupping your ass, forcing you to swing your legs around his body to balance yourself. “Amuse me some more.”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this content! If you did, please consider liking, commenting, reblogging and/or following, and check out my masterlist for similar content. Have a great day!

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[keiriiz]

Pretty much finished my romantic headcanons of Chrollo so that post will be out soon but I got something else to say. With some of the perspective I’ve received on my post about disliking Yandere!Chrollo I’ve really been thinking about something (and no, I’m not backtracking). But what if I put Chrollo in the receiving end of all that? Having a Yandere obsess over HIM. Have him being the one kidnapped, dotted on in the most toxic way possible, facing the possible consequences of not returning their love.

Imagine him being put in the position so many creators on here put the reader or their oc. Now THAT would be an interesting take in my opinion.

Truth be told I actually have a pretty solid idea for a oneshot of this concept but I’m not sure I’m actually going to write it because I still have my main fic to focus on.

It’s still very likely I’ll just do it though for my own personal benefit.

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[camexro]

"How was I supposed to know?" you say. Chrollo stares at you with unseeing eyes. Even though he says nothing, you already know what he is thinking.

You are becoming desperate. You move your arms around and let out a short laugh.

"Was my mistake that bad?" your throat is burning and swallowing is becoming difficult. Tears come to your eyes fast, but you breathe in deeply, hoping not to cry. "I thought it was for the best, Chrollo!"

He does not care, you know. You would want him to, but he does not. You are not a spider but a helper, and the mission and his companion's life had been compromised by you. You had been a burden.

You finally stop talking, because there really isn't anything else to say. You have the urge to repeat the same thing, over and over searching for mercy, but deep down you know it will not come.

And it does not. When you wake up, you feel weak. It is a strange feeling, like losing a limb. You rise from the cold, dusty floor and when you will your hatsu to life it does not respond. It does not tickle your skin like it used to.

It simply does not come.

This punishment is worse than death.

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[alicedash2]

MASTERLIST PART 4

HUNTER X HUNTER

(request is open!)

Legends: cute/fluff💗 romantic:♥️ comedy:💛angst/sad: 🩶 the most popular:🌟

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[isaut]

what do you think about all the Chrollo x reader stories that are always yandere. I personally feel like it’s too ooc for him. I agree he’s very dark and I guess you could say ‘evil’ to an extent, but I can’t understand why he’d treat his s/o like how ‘yanderes’ do. Wouldn’t he treat his s/o like family like he does the troupe? Idgi 🥲

I just wanna read smthin where he’s not literally being a r*pist

lmao i think no matter what universe you put chrollo in hes yandere. i also think no matter what universe you put him in chrollo isn’t a rapist.

yandere basically means that someone is sick with love— and will do anything to have their love fulfilled. i always think about yukako yamagashi from jjba. girl will do anything to get with koichi.

and i think that because of chrollo’s belief in fate (that he must both bend to the will of and write his own) makes him the perfect yandere. he thinks that he can make you fall in love with him no matter what he does.

but you’re right, in he isn’t a yandere that’s going to kidnap you and lock you up. instead, he’s going to spend days months years courting you until you’re in so deep he can throw the key into the ocean. he loves the thrill of the chase. his eye is on the prize but he can wait it out. watching you slowly fall into his trap, watching you willing fall into his trap provides him with all the satisfaction in the world. (think of a spider weaving a web around the most beautiful butterfly he’s ever seen with no thoughts other than: pretty. want for myself.)

he wants true love. he wants to believe in love in first sight. he also believes in nudging true love to happen. giving it a helpful little push. an object in motion stays in motion, after all.

#this made me giggle im ngl cause it’s not super apparent but #i do always write kuroro from this yandere lens #like ive written a half a whole fic about the reader slowly realizing she’s trapped in a relationship #the frog slowly boiling alive anaology etc etc etc #the point being kuroro will do something that makes it so you can never leave him #also he totally thinks he can make you fall in love with him just like he fell in love with you #i think kuroro searches lovers out of boredom and ends up surprising himself with how much he loves you #lesbianism analogy lesbian ally chrollo lucilfer always a blank slate always trying to find who he is having a partner #so he can base who he is off what you like etc etc etc #comphet king #i feel v strongly about him #kuroro #mailbox💌

[secretphantomsworld]

Heartbreak💔

Chrollo Lucilfer

Warning: yandere theme

You were sitting here.... again....

sadly you felt so heartbroken that you weren't sure you could do this alone. Your boyfriend recently cheated on you, so you had decided to break up with him, even though it hurt you a lot because you trusted him more than anyone else in the world.

The heartbreak was more than you could bare on your own and you had admitted that you needed help. Your friend had recommended you to go to a therapist. Not knowing what else to do, you had agreed with the idea.

The waiting room felt comfortable and warm. You weren't expecting it to look this comforting.

" Ma'am do you have an appointment?" A nice looking receptionist asked you. She had dark brown hair and brown eyes. You nodded your head; "yes I have an appointment scheduled at 10"

"Alrighty let me check that out for you!" She answered and started typing away on her computer. " Yes I have found you! You can go and sit in one of the chairs here if you'd like since there are still 5 minutes left" she said while smiling.

There you were, sitting in the waiting room waiting on your turn. You were wondering if this was a good idea and thought of bailing out. At that point however, it was already too late because your heard your name being called out.

"Guess I have no other choice now" you thought. You stood up and made your way to the room the lady at the desk was pointing to.

You knocked on the door and heard someone inside tell you to come in, so you did. "Welcome! Nice to finally meet you!" A man with brown hair said. "My name is Dave." The session began, and you were still hesitant to trust this "Dave" guy. He seemed friendly but then again, you can't just trust him after all that you have been through with your ex.

Dave had invited you to come back tomorrow and visit him again. You had accepted this proposal since you did want to get better again.

While walking out, you noticed a man in the waiting room. He had black hair and Grey eyes and he was staring at you. You quickly got out and went home.

After this, you had visited him multiple times and with each time you started to feel more and more comfortable. The man in the waiting room had showed up a couple of times again.

As you walked in, you looked back at the waiting room to see if he was there again, but he wasn't. You walked up to the reception and this time there was someone new behind the counter. She had short, blonde hair and was pretty tall.

´´Hello!´´ she said, as she looked at you. ´´Here for your appointment?´´

you nodded your head and she asked for your name.

´´I see you right here in the system, you can go ahead and walk into that room!´´

The room you walked up to wasn't Dave's office.

Regardless, you walked up to the office and knocked on the door and the moment the first knock could be heard, the door opened.

You looked up to see a man that didn't look like Dave, he had black hair and these Grey eyes. Am I in the wrong place?

΅Hello, you must be Dave's client? You were a referral from him since he said he had a hard time dealing with how to find solutions for your problems.´´

´'Why has this not been discussed with me?´' you had asked, not knowing where this suddenly came from. You saw Dave as a friend by now and to hear that he didn't want to work with you hurts a lot.

"He just has been having a hard time himself and he wanted a break."

¨Ohh...´´

΅Don't worry ill take great care of you¨

You were reluctant but eventually agreed, not wanting to start something.

After a few sessions with a new therapist, you actually started to develop a small crush and this made you feel panicked after all that happened with your ex. You had decided to stop going to sessions.

You were on your way to the office while thinking of how to explain your reasons. Eventually, you got to the door and walked into the office of the man you had been starting to trust more and more.

"Hello my dear, we meet again." He said while having a small smile on his face.

"Yes I actually wanted to discuss something with you... I don't think I'll be coming back for another session"

His face didn't change, he just stared at you with that smile stuck on his face.

"And why is that? You still need my help, without my help you will feel just as worse as you did before I helped you."

"I just want to try and live life on my own."

"Ohh I see but you see, I can't let you do that."

"Why not?" You asked.

"Because that's the whole reason I'm your therapist, you're mine."

"What?" You asked, while slowly backing up towards the door.

"I'm not a real therapist, I'm just here to get my treasure."

At that moment, you opened the door and ran out and while you were running towards the exit, the woman that had always greeted you so nicely, stood there guarding the exit.

You ran to the bathroom, and there you did a horrible discovery. Dave was....

Dead.

You wanted to turn around to run away but then he caught you.

"It's okay my love, I will always catch you when you fall but for now take a rest, as I said before I will take good care of you."

And with that, you passed out.....

#kuroro #chrollo lucilfer #phantom troupe #chrollo #yandere

[saintchrollo]

If our dear ophie ran away after finding out chrollo’s secret would he let her go or look for her?or would he find her and kill her for the trope🤭

waiting for my mcd so i am taking this moment!!! (i’m gonna ramble)

tbh i don’t think she’d run away (not bc i have the next chapters in my gdoc) but because she’s mostly upset about the halt her life is about to come to. like she’s exhausted. like kuroro was such a breath of fresh air for her and she was like “omg!!! my future!!! i can make this work!!! i’ve never considered having kids but i’d think about it with him!!! i never thought i’d get married but kuroro could be mine forever!!!” and so now she’s just like “:| what’s the point.”

anyways i know she’s supposed to be US but idk how we write chrollo x readers and don’t give the readers distinct personalities and goals and dreams because those things that make us unique are what would, ultimately, attract chrollo to even give a drop of attention.

she’s literally at this dead end again. and the easiest thing for her is either death (but chrollo is in love and does not want to do that, no matter how you flip it he’s a yandere in every au). but like damn. she over came the (self proclaimed) “i’m not living past 25” allegations and the “no man will ever love me and put up with my bullshit i’ll die alone” allegations.

so honestly. my girl our girl us is just disassociating. she thought she’d get proposed to and instead she got killed and had sex with someone she thought was her boyfriend.

so no, she’s not running. she loves the life she has (had). and she still loves kuroro. like she can’t wrap her mind around the fact that he’s chrollo leader of the phantom troupe war criminal.

& they have a big convo about all of this coming up. because you know what ELSE she’s mad at him for? not lying to her about his reality when he damn well could have. we all know chrollo could have.

i hope none of us are surprised that machi is right. but i also hope we all understand that loves makes you stupid.

anyways. to answer your question. chrollo wouldn’t find her and kill her but he’d definitely abduct her. he thinks she’s interesting to keep around. and he’s determined to. if she became a big enough issue i’m sure machi and feitan would not hesitate. esp feitan because he knows chrollo would never pick a fight w him

#nonnie #mailbox.tmj

[sinagrama]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request something with yandere Chrollo. I only just found your blog and I must say you write beautifully. Thank you for what you've written so far!

Thank you so much!

By the way, Chrollo is one of my favourite characters of all time :´)

This takes place in the Yorkshin arc, when Kortopi creates the fake bodies of some Phatom Troupe members.

Yes, I was slightly inspired by Will Graham (Hannibal).

Warnings: numerous crimes listed, violence, corpses.

Empathy.

Your body wasn’t fit for battle, you knew that much. You had no strength, no stamina, no speed. Still, it did not matter: you were no good fighting, but your talent resided elsewhere.

You were incredibly empathic.

Mirroring feelings, confusing them for your own, visualising the pain of others and understanding their circumstances.

That was the reason why you decided to work for the police department, more specifically, in the forensics unit. You wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but when you saw the corpse of a victim (looked into their dead, unseeing eyes, slightly touched their skin) you recreated the scene of the murder in your mind as if you were the killer.

It was a useless ability for fighting, but it saved so many lives. With your help, a serial killer could be caught in a short amount of time.

Not taking into consideration your mental exhaustion or the way you slowly lost yourself to the feelings of those who were inhumane, you forced yourself to keep working and touching the unfeeling bodies, trying to piece the untold stories together.

Empathy, however, was a vile thing. It was incredible, for not many possessed it, but it was a double edged sword. Depending on those who you were around, your personality changed. There was nothing you could do about it: if you mingled with nice people, you became incredibly sweet, if you were surrounded by criminals, you began thinking like them. So, becoming a murderer, even if it was just for a few seconds, destroyed your sense of morality and threatened to disrupt your sanity. Or, at least, it threatened the feeling of normality you were supposed to have, the one you desperately held on to in order to live in the society you faced.

There was a darkness inside you, no doubt - you were aware of this. However, it might’ve bloomed because of your line of work. You couldn’t really distinguish your emotions from others’. Whenever you saw someone weaker than you, you vaguely wondered how it would feel like to break them. Those thoughts made you shudder, and still you did not know if it was due to disgust or pleasure.

Here you sat, facing yet another corpse. The stillness of death was almost poetic, the pale skin of the man and his glazed over eyes were beautiful, in a sick, twisted way. Morbid.

“Chrollo Lucifer” the man spits his name like a curse. You aren’t familiar with it, though. It rings no bells. They dump his corpse as if it were trash. “The head of the Gen’ei Ryodan.”

Now, that surprises you. So, it seems as if the mighty spider leader has been caught and crushed. Your shoulders tremble slightly, the beginning of a laugh. Oh, the irony.

“What happened?” You inquire. His eyes are so dark, like endless voids that fit his face perfectly well. You don’t have to touch this man-boy to know he had been like glass when he was alive, broken and sharpened with time. Deadly.

“Murdered by the Zoldycks” the police man says, and still something pools in your gut at that. Your instinct tells you something is wrong.

“The Zoldycks? No, I don’t think so.” Your voice is soft, a mere whisper. You have never been too loud.

“What do you mean?” He taunts. He challenges you. It isn’t the first time this has happened - most men don’t believe any of your analysis. You feel a thrum of hatred, fuelled by thick, growing envy.

This man hates you for he is older than you, stronger than you, and still you prove him wrong.

“These injuries are too sloppy” you don’t look at him. Instead, you are consumed by the dead. “I have seen Zoldyck work before - it is refined, controlled, meticulous. They use their victims to advertise their business, after all. They show their abilities, and their expertise. This is a child’s doing - sloppy, sloppy.” Disinterest soon takes over your words, and you end up slurring them.

“What are you implying? That another assassin killed them?” It is the plural that finally makes you understand there’s more victims. More dead spiders. You feel like giggling.

“I’ll see it in a moment” you place you fingertips lightly on his pale chest - the contact is cold and firm.

Nothing happens.

This makes you frown. You have never experienced this before. It normally took the barest touch to make you visualise the killing. It’s strange, and therefore you try again. It proves to be futile.

“Have you done anything to the body? Damaged it more?” That’s the only thing you can think of, but still it shouldn’t interfere with your ability. The police man looks at you weirdly, but shakes his head.

“No, but I was tempted.”

A shaky sigh escapes your lips. This doesn’t make sense. You have used this method with every single victim that has passed through the lab, no matter their age, gender, killer, or the fact that they use nen. Therefore, this can only mean that Chrollo Lucifer is not human, but thinking that is absurd.

“Hand me the knife” you tell the man, holding out your hand. You have a very odd feeling about this. What if this is... a copy? When you are given the weapon, you hold it tightly with both hands and pierce his abdomen. You proceed to gut him with almost surgical precision. The horrified gasp that sounds next to you mirrors your own terror: there is nothing inside the corpse. “Its hollow.”

No blood, no organs, no muscle - just empty space, filled by a dark nen. Damn.

“The bodies are fake.”

————

The news spread quickly, but they aren’t treated with seriousness. Every single mafia member ignores them, talking about your mental state instead.

What an absurd assumption! Fitting for a marginal girl that relies on her gut and no facts!

Its ridiculous, really. What they are saying, instead, is that the Zoldycks drained the Gen’ei Ryodan members from inside. Seriously, both theories were equally idiotic (or equally valid, if you knew about the existence of nen). The harsh reality is what it is: your ideas are ignored, discarded as if they were a mad woman’s. However, you can’t forget the emptiness of that stomach, the thrill of power that emanated from the nen that the body stored.

It was truly a magnificent copy, beautifully crafted, detailed. A pity, the fact that it did not last more than two days. The mafia had gone crazy about it, believing the corpses to have been stolen. You supposed that thinking that made more sense than believing them to have disappeared into thin air.

It has been three days since you had seen the body, two since the news had gone out into the world, only to crash on the ground before your feet. Your reputation is scarred. No one believes you, now, for this case has gained popularity, and therefore your bosses can only focus on your wild assumptions, instead of remembering your past victories against psychopaths. Also, the mafia has a huge influence among the high charges of the law. Both factors, you’re sure, will make your life a living nightmare from now on.

You enter your apartment with a sigh, and throw your bag across the hall, not minding where it lands. You just want to get rid of some of your pent up frustration, caused by the ignorance of some people.

When you turn towards your living room, you see them. There’s only three, but still their presence makes you freeze on the spot. They’re already watching you: the famous Lucifer, unwavering gaze going through you, is sitting on your sofa. Next to him, there is a blonde woman that is tall and slender. She has the face of an angel, and still holds two guns in both her hands. At Chrollo’s feet, a small child - or at least, what you believe to be a child - his hair is messy and you can barely see his left eye.

There is a moment of uncomfortable silence, where you just stare at each other. You understand why they have broken into your home, though. Their master plan has been figured out, you have spread dangerous information that could’ve endangered their lives, and now you were going to die. Well, fine. You’ve been surrounded by death since the very beginning, you don’t mind her taking you away now.

Hm, is this resignation yours, or are you mirroring their thoughts? You wonder, sometimes.

You slowly take a seat in front of them, because you have a feeling that this is going to take a while, and because you know there is no point in fighting back when you are powerless against three members of an A-bounty criminal gang.

Looking into the eyes of each of them, you feel a twinge of familiarity in one of their auras.

“Did you do the copies?” You direct your question to the smallest of them all, ignoring the other two with a calmness you don’t normally feel. His response is a slight nod. “They were very well done. Very realistic. My congratulations to the artist.” A small flicker of amusement makes you curl your lips. The boy seems almost embarassed.

How unexpectedly fun.

“Paku.” Your attention snaps back to the leader. You know your eyes reflect his - bright intelligence, a twisted, dark humor.

A hand is placed on your shoulder, and you don’t fight it.

“How did you know?” Her voice is interesting, sensual but blunt. You like it. Her eyes are expressive, though.

“Oh, so you’re the heart of the spider.” That unsettles her, it seems, if her slight furrowing of brows is anything to go by. “He is the head, I know. But you are the heart, slightly more empathic than the rest.” She seems surprised, and then, almost offended.

“I could kill you, now.” Calm, but challenging.

“I don’t doubt it. I never said you were a saint.” What were you, seeking death? You really were testing their patience. How long would a challenging fool last? Your eyes twinkled, excited.

She seems a bit put off, but in a second she schools her expression.

“Danchou, she has an interesting nen ability. She is an empath, acts like those around her, understands them, becomes them, if need be.” After speaking, she crosses her arms and walks back to her leader.

How pitiful, no more than a loyal dog. Your chest rumbles: the beginning of a laugh.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” He states, his expression seems unfazed, but you pick up the slight interest that flashes in his eyes.

“I am.”

“Aren't you scared?” he doesn't use a mocking tone, but one of genuine curiosity. You could bet your life on the fact that this man has never met someone that has had a reaction similar to yours. Surely, he has met cowards, fearful hostages, proud ones, too. Maybe one or two brave people. But a person that imitates his own behavior? You doubt it.

“Not really.” you answer. It is laced with a hint of amusement, you act out his inner feelings, but you are unable of controlling your expression. His face is as blank as could be, and it thrills you. “I don't like people like you, but I must admit I've met worse.”

“Oh?” you decide to take the bait, after a moment.

“I have seen many things during my career. I suppose it was to be expected, as I was diving right into the criminal world.” A breath. “I have seen mangled bodies with their faces twisted painfully due to torture. Small children that have been killed prematurely because of a man’s desires, necrophiliacs that used young girls for their own pleasure. Of course, some of these killers haven’t murdered as many as you and your friends have, but their methods are more terrifying. I have no doubt about it - you kill because you value material things - antiquities, scarlet eyes, whatever you desire - true, but there are monsters out there that harm for nothing at all. They dream about harming for the sake of it. Your group has done some heists throughout the years; but I see these crimes every day.”

“And still, you chose this path.”

“And still, I chose this path.” You agree.

“Why? When you could’ve avoided it?”

“Why, indeed?” You muse, think out loud, because you don’t really know what made you want to doom yourself in such a way. “I’m good at it, I suppose. I can help people.” Was that what motivated you, a long time ago? Possibly. “Would you have avoided being a thief, if your circumstances had been different?”

Silence stretched between you. His expression grew unexpectedly cold, but you did not feel fear.

“What does that matter, anyway?” His inner turmoil was perfectly masked, but the air had changed drastically.

“I suppose it doesn’t.” Your voice took a turn, from mocking to infuriatingly humble. “Well, what brings you here? I guess you were planning on killing me?”

“Not really.” His tone was nonchalant, even if his eyes were still distant (and so very alive). “I wanted to steal your ability, but I’m not interested in that, anymore.”

It is your turn to look surprised. What confused you wasn’t only the fact that he had used the term to ‘steal’, but the new glimmer that lightenened his features. You cocked your head to the side, intrigued despite the knowledge that you should fear for your well being.

“Paku, Kortopi, go outside for a moment.” It takes a second and then they’re gone, leaving the room strangely empty. The window has been opened, and the cold air chills you to the bone. The spider head is quick to close it. Chrollo walks gracefully, with a confidence not many possess, and when he turns, he walks towards you.

Feeling slightly intimidated by his composure, you find yourself lowering your head and watching his every movement as he inevitably moves closer. This man is dangerous. There is no doubt about it. Maybe you were wrong: maybe you should consider this thief to be more cruel than all those psycothic killers you were forced to become every day, because he was not blinded by humane desires. Instead, he was aware of every single one of his actions: he was maddeningly calculating, and he had enough power to take and take and take.

A shudder runs down your spine, and you see his eyes following the movement of your trembling body. You had been foolish, you realise, allowing yourself to be swept by the presence of three thieves that overflowed confidence and wickedness.

“So you truly lose yourself to people, then.” He smirks slightly, the slightest hint of teeth. He looked like a predator. “I wonder - if you stay by my side, what will you become on the long-run?”

Panic fills your brain - you’ve become prey.

#yandere chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo #hunter x hunter #hxh #anime #kuroro #yandere kuroro #phantom troupe #pakunoda #empath #kortopi #yandere #chrollo x reader #Kuroro x reader

[vulpisnocturna]

Kinktober Day 3 - Thigh Riding with Chrollo

NSFW - MDNI

You were getting increasingly bored, and Chrollo was not showing any signs of stopping. One last page had turned to I’ll finish this chapter, and you were embarrassed to say you wanted his attention. Yes, he had an arm around you, yes, you were sitting on his lap, but that was usual. He was surprisingly clingy, so you were used to him asking you to sit on his lap as he read.

‘Darling, is there anything I can do for you?’ he asked, a smirk plastered on his pretty lips as he glanced at you. You flushed, deciding to just lay it on thick and see if you could get him away from that blasted book. You lowered your head to his throat, breathing in the muted scent of his intoxicating cologne before you started languidly kissing the column of his neck, tracing his jaw with your lips, tangling your fingers through his hair.

‘Greedy girl’ he taunted, giving you a roguish smirk before he closed the book and lifted you by your hips, making you straddle his thigh.

‘You want to give me a show? Then, please, be my guest, darling’ he said, nudging you to grind your hips. You bit your bottom lip, letting out a whimper when he tensed his muscles and moved you again. You took the hint and started grinding, a soft moan pouring out of your parted lips as you rubbed yourself against his leg.

‘That’s my good girl’ he crooned, stroking your thighs, rucking up your skirt to watch with decadent fascination as you ground your hips against him, using him for your own pleasure.

You could see he was getting hard quickly, and it spurred you on, to the point where you took off your shirt, your eyes heavy with dazed lust and mounting pleasure, his pupils wide with hunger at the sight of your naked chest.

‘Oh, darling… you look ravishing’ he breathed, cupping one of your breasts and licking your stiff nipple, flicking it with his tongue before he sucked it into his mouth. He repeated the same motion with the other one, and you were growing closer to your orgasm, you could feel it, mounting, mounting, and when he scraped his teeth on your nipples, it was unbearable, within reach-

His hands stilled you, and he gave you a wicked smirk that foretold a night of pure bliss.

‘How selfish, my love. You don’t get to cum until my face is buried between your thighs. And then, who knows how many more orgasms I’ll coax out of you’

#chrollo #chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo smut #chrollo lucilfer x reader #chrollo x y/n #yandere chrollo x you #chrollo x you #yandere chrollo smut #yandere chrollo x reader #kuroro lucilfer #hxh #hxh x reader #yandere hxh

[ask-hunterxhunter]

Illumi

If you think Illumi can already be creepy or scary now, then you don’t want to see him in a situation like this. Remember when he first saw Nanika’s power and laughed? This would be worse. Obsession can make people unbalanced, and I don’t think we can say Illumi doesn’t have enough issues as it is.

 To put it simply, he would become a lot more deranged than he already is.

 It would be a frightening sight (even to his parents). Once he got over the initial shock, Illumi would mourn you, keep thinking about the past, missing you while wondering why you were so stubborn, why you kept trying to escape, perhaps romanticizing the few moments of peace between you two as a sign that you were falling for him (he will never let go of the delusion that you did love him)… Those thoughts and memories would twist inside him day after day.

It wouldn’t be that obvious when he is away from home. Despite everything, Illumi would be able to pretend that he has everything under control, still keeping that emotionless stance of his, while in truth he would alter between fits of psychotic rage and deep silence (different from his usual quietness, this would be a mourning, dark sort of silence that just screams of insanity). We can’t say there wouldn’t be any sorrow involved, but it’s anyone’s guess whether this would come from his belief that he loved you, the loss of his possession, or everything mixed and more. It’s not easy to be exact with those matters, after all.

 Illumi would become even worse than he already is, which might be expressed by him becoming more obsessed with controlling Killua (he already lost you, he won’t lose anyone or anything more in his life). It’s also possible he would dedicate himself to somehow control Alluka, so he could use Nanika’s power to bring you back (don’t try telling him it wouldn’t work, for your own sake). If he had to kill the entire damn world to get you back, he would.

 Hisoka

In a normal state, Hisoka would grieve and learn how to deal with the pain of losing you. It’s hard to say if he would ever “move on” (since he almost never forms emotional attachments to anyone). Even on the chance of his reaction being intense, it would still be at least normal. With the Yandere level of obsession? Not so much.

 There would be almost no chance of him just accepting that you’ve died and, as a result, Hisoka might become even more violent and full of bloodthirst. Oh, he might hide it, but some people would be able to feel he is way worse now than he used to be. He wouldn’t become reckless during his fights, but he would become a lot more vicious and sadistic.

 This, however, would not be out of some “seeking death” sense as one might think: It’s his obsession getting out of control, as he lost you forever, now being channeled into the only thing that brings him pleasure. And the more time passes, the worst it would be.

 It’s not that he would become an insane person with no control whatsoever over his impulses, but depending on how obsessed he was with you and how much this is affecting him, Hisoka may let go of the few principles he had.  

 Chrollo

If Senritsu ever heard Chrollo’s heartbeat after your death, she would be even more terrified than she was the first time she heard it… There is sorrow in it, yes, but it’s also as if something has snapped, setting free a new sort of darkness from deep inside him. You have to remember that this isn’t about people losing a loved one, this is about deeply obsessed people losing the target of their obsession forever.

 Chrollo way of mourning you would be… Disturbing. Remember the “requiem” he offered Uvogin? It would be similar, only he wouldn’t care for who he is killing. Burn a library you loved or a park? Kill everyone who was inside your favorite café? Anything goes. He would even burn a church with people inside, all while considering those to be pyres he’s making in your name.

 After that, Chrollo would become… Somewhat unstable. No one would be able to realize it except maybe, maaaybe Machi, due to her intuition and that she knows Chrollo quite well (even she would be a little disturbed by what she is getting from Chrollo’s behavior). It wouldn’t be obvious, but there would be signs of times of how much obsession can screw someone’s mind.

 He wouldn’t forget his goals or the Spider, but in a really messed up sense, your memory would become part of it. It's not that he would start to consider your arguments against what he is doing or start thinking about what you would have liked him to do, far from it. It’s a bit as if Chrollo associates his goals to ways that would have made you accept him, more or less.

 If he ever, ever, suspected there might be a way of bringing you back… He would seek it. And may God have mercy of whoever got in the way.

#Headcanon #headcanon hxh #Illumi #Zoldyck #Yandere #Hisoka #Chrollo #lucifer #kuroro #hxh #HunterxHunter #s/o suicide #loss #Adult Trio #Things would get way darker then #hunter x hunter headcanon

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Okay somebody please link me some Chrollo/Kuroro x reader/oc/fem!kurapika stuff or I am gonna die, I'm at the end, I need content.

Yes, the Sheldon Cooper meme applies to me.

#chrollo reader #chrollo x reader #hxh chrollo #chrollo headcanons #yandere chrollo #hxh fanfic #justfangirlstuff #prettypleasewithacherry ontop #i read everything I could fin and I need more #kuroro lucilfer

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[ao3feed-killugon]

HxH oneshots|| that you can choose

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2TYCaaH

by mooyumez

A bunch of x reader and/or character x characters oneshots.

Words: 185, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Hunter X Hunter

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationships: Gon Freecs/Reader, Killua Zoldyck/Reader, Hisoka/Kuroro Lucifer | Chrollo Lucifer/Illumi Zoldyck/Reader, Hisoka (Hunter x Hunter)/Reader, Ging Freecs/Reader, Illumi Zoldyck/Reader, Gon Freecs/Killua Zoldyck, Knov/Reader, Knov (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Ging Freecs/Kaito | Kite, Ging Freecs/Gon Freecs, Kuroro Lucifer | Chrollo Lucifer/Kurapika/Reader, Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Kuroro Lucifer | Chrollo Lucifer/Kurapika, Kuroro Lucifer | Chrollo Lucifer/Reader, Machi (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Feitan (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Gon Freecs & Killua Zoldyck & Zushi, Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight, Leorio Paladiknight/Reader, Neferpitou (Hunter X Hunter)/You, Shalnark (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Meruem (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Komugi/Meruem, Silva Zoldyck/Reader, Uvogin (Hunter x Hunter)/Reader, Phinks (Hunter x Hunter)/Reader, Shoot McMahon/Reader, Knuckle Bine/Reader, Gon Freecs/Hisoka, Hisoka/Kuroro Lucifer | Chrollo Lucifer/Illumi Zoldyck, Illumi Zoldyck/Killua Zoldyck, Gon Freecs/Kaito | Kite

Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Shower Sex, Masturbation, Daddy Kink, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Phone Sex, Fingering, Yandere, Semi-Public Sex, Public Sex, Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, First Time, Drunk Sex, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rape, Praise Kink, Vaginal Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Consensual Kink, Rimming, Possessive Sex, Bondage, Spanking, Belly Kink, Voice Kink, Blood Kink, Crossdressing Kink, Submission, Size Kink, Breeding, dd/lg, Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2TYCaaH

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