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teabutmakeitazure · 1 year

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Congratulations on 1000 followers, 1000 mouths to feed, and 2000 watchful eyes (｢• ω •)｢ Couldn't happen to a better writer ♡

I saw you sneak Illumi on that list. I am very frightened of the needle man. Can I request something with the first time Illumi realizes he is obsessed with darling?

Perforate and Permeate

>Yan! Illumi x Fem! Reader

>Word count: ~3.4k

Red flags start appearing in the form of odd piercings on taxi drivers. The feeling of something horribly off surrounds you, but in the end, some people are always powerless, aren't they?

The first red flag of the evening was the creepy taxi driver. There seemed to be some sort of yellow ball stuck to the skin on his neck, and his movements and speech were somewhat robotic. The second red flag was that he offered you a ride without you even calling for one.

Thankfully, the evening rush hour helped you get away from the peculiar man, and you slid into the subway train, hidden and safe among the numerous people around you. Ironically enough, it felt a little hypocritical to find comfort among the number of people since you were always adverse to crowds. The smell of sweat and close proximity of human beings made you a little nauseous, but right now it felt safe.

The third red flag comes in the form of your apartment building’s watchman being absent. He never takes a day off and always ensures that the other watchman - the man who usually works as the receptionist since for some reason there’s a desk and everything in the lobby - takes his place while he’s away for food or such.

Neither men were there and as you press the elevator button to your floor, you catch a shadow in the corner of your eye before the doors close. The fourth red flag is that your apartment windows are open. Not all of them, but the living room windows are open. You’re absolutely certain you had left them closed when you left. You could even swear on it.

Nevertheless, some sort of dismissive hope deludes you into believing that the wind opened them and you don’t dare come any closer. The reminder to check their locks is pushed into the back of your mind when you fall onto your bed face first. Silence envelopes you, its warm hands granting you the comfort of your home.

Despite how quick the comfort came, all relaxation leaves your bones when your phone rings. As you accept the call and press your phone to your ear, you realise you almost drifted off. Your mother’s voice greets you before turning into a scolding one when you tell her you just got home.

The conversation goes as it usually does, your nerves calming down despite the subtle feeling of not being alone. You don’t blame your scepticism. Ever since you moved out, you’ve always been careful and paranoid. Maybe it has to do with preferring silence and being around less people, but you don’t like the lonesomeness and silence as much as you thought you did.

You say goodbye to your mother on the phone, and sit up, groggily making your way to the kitchen. The silence of the apartment unnerves you, so you turn on your phone’s flashlight and check every single room and cupboard of the house, leaving all the light bulbs on.

The apartment is now fully illuminated and the TV plays some random news show while you cook. It makes for good white noise and you don’t feel as alone anymore.

But you still feel watched.

The curtains are promptly drawn over the windows.

Thankfully, the feeling goes but quickly returns when you sit down to eat dinner. The panic that arises constricts your throat, heart beating in your throat and you immediately dial your mother again, praying that the paranoia dies down.

It doesn’t. She never picks up.

Three phone calls later, she picks up but excuses herself saying that she’s going out for lunch with your father. The time zone difference makes you frown, realising that you're ruining her weekend with your baseless paranoia.

Dinner gets your attention back, but something seems to have its attention on you.

You're cognizant of the sounds coming from the street, television muted. The drip drip from the kitchen sink sings the vocals while the refrigerator buzzes the music. Exhaling, you pay attention to the noisy details, dinner finished and an empty plate in front of you.

The feeling goes away soon, but comfort doesn't return.

The first red flag of today's evening follows behind you. A man with his hoodie hiding half his face is trailing behind you, and you're briefly wondering how dense he must be to not realise that you're leading him in a circle for the fourth time. You don't mind the extra walking, but it's pretty annoying.

Should you lead him to a police station? Losing him doesn't seem to be an option. He's persistent. Even in the fifth circle, he's casually walking behind you.

You go ahead with making your way to a nearby station, but he slips away when it's in sight. Your eyes watch the man as he heads the other way, an uneasy feeling stirring in your chest at the loss of someone's eyes on you. As you make your way back to the subway station, you contemplate walking home instead. Maybe you could drop by a café or even pick up dinner from somewhere.

However, a second red flag appears while you are in your thoughts. A taxi stops in front of you when you're scrounging around your bag for your phone and the window pulls down to reveal a taxi driver with a strange yellow piercing between his eyebrows.

The driver offers you a ride, and you stare at him dumbfounded. You didn't call for a taxi. A few passer-bys send you confused looks, but you brush it off. The man is promptly shut down and you walk away, mentally cursing yourself over the lack of crowd on the street.

Almost as though on cue, a lady grabs your arm. Her grip is unyielding and she frantically explains how you need to come with her. A familiar yellow piercing on either side of her neck greets you when you turn to look at her, but any composure you have quickly dissipates when she starts pulling you.

It takes everything you have in you to pry yourself off and run in the other direction. The few people that did stare at you turn away when they see you running, and honestly you don't blame them. No one wants to get tangled up in something like that.

By the time your legs start hurting, you're almost home. There's no time to pick up anything from a restaurant so you make a mental note to order in instead. As you walk with your phone in hand, the situation dawn's on you. Three red flags already. You don't even want to know what the fourth one will be.

But alas, the heavens never hear your silent pleas and the fourth red flag stands in the watchman-less lobby of your apartment building. You hadn't seen either men today as well, and simply seeing the person who casually leans against the wall with eyes fixed on you is making your heart do literal backflips inside your chest.

"[Name]."

The simple greeting makes you freeze. Hands grip your bag tighter as you look into his bottomless eyes and greet him back with a simple hello. He doesn't seem to mind your nervousness and gets straight to the point.

"I wanted to see you. It's been quite a while."

Your finger remains on the power button of your phone, ready to press it five times at the earliest notice to send SOS messages to your friends. Upon receiving no response, he continues, trying not to eye your deathly grips on your belongings.

"How was your day?"

"It was… fine." Voice meek, you don't know what to say to him. It's not everyday you see a person such as himself. "How… have you been, Illumi?"

The question seems to perk him up. "I'm not quite sure, but I suppose I've been alright. I do want to ask you something. Why are you holding your phone and bag so tightly?"

The muscles on your legs go taut, and you briefly glance at the elevator door thinking you could make a run for it. However, the reminder of Illumi's occupation mocks you. Of course a hunter wouldn't let you go so easily.

"I'm not sure." Your words are unsure as you speak. "I guess I'm not feeling very well."

"Should I get you medical attention?"

"No. Not that kind of not very well. I just feel a bit down, that's all."

He seems to have understood something because he's nodding. "I see. If there's nothing wrong with your physical health, it'll go away. Make sure to rest properly and you'll feel better."

"Thanks. I'll go to bed early tonight."

"Are you free right now?"

Free? Does he want something? You're no help to a hunter. "I'd like to get to bed as soon as possible, but I'm willing to hear you out."

Your grip on your phone loosens a bit, and Illumi immediately takes a few steps closer. Hardly a foot of space is left between the two of you, but before apprehension can return, he's demanding all your attention with his words.

"May I have your phone number?"

What?

"My… phone number?"

He nods. "Yes. Your phone number."

The dumbfounded look on your face makes him blink at you owlishly.

"I was wondering whether or not it would be appropriate for me to ask for it. I suppose I settled with ignoring the thought."

Did he… really just admit that?

"Um, alright. I don't see why not." You know where I live anyway, the voice in your head continues.

You share your contact information with Illumi, but you have no idea why he wants it. His intentions are as clear as muddy water. It doesn’t make you feel any better, but if nothing, at least he asked you for it. With his licence, he could have obtained your number with ease like how he ended up in your apartment's lobby. You give him only a few points for human decency.

When he’s done saving your information on his phone, a satisfied look is on his face. The silence of the lobby remains as you wait for him to finally let you leave. That is to say he doesn’t request to visit your apartment.

“I think that’ll do.” Illumi looks up, head tilting slightly when he sees your exhausted expression. “You should rest. I won’t stop you. Just seeing you this evening is enough for me. We can talk some other time.”

Talk? What would you both even talk about? The only reason you know him is because some target of his was your work client and he scared him off. Honestly, never hearing from that man again is one of the best things that happened in your life.

“Sure,” you reply with a very obviously unsure voice. “I’ll see you later then.”

Illumi waves you off and as you step towards the elevator, you feel a little shameful for not inviting him for dinner. But then you remember that you live alone and he’s an adult man. Perhaps it’s better to not do so.

As you press the button, you glance back at Illumi down the lobby. He's waving at you, so you wave back. The door starts to close and the expression on Illumi's face changes. Lips curl upwards, eyes crinkling as well.

When the door closes, you're thankful for the distance. You never want to see that horrifying grin on his face again. It sent shivers down your spine and it seems like the creepy smile is now engraved into your brain.

Had you not been in the elevator, you would've ran out the lobby. Perhaps some people are better off expressionless after all.

It's been an entire day since Illumi took your number. There's been no contact, no message, nothing. As you stare at your phone sitting in front of you on the sofa, you think back over today's evening bitterly.

There was another taxi driver with the same yellow piercing. Added to that, an old woman with the same piercing had approached you and asked to walk her home. You declined. Though it felt bad to say no to an old lady, you didn't want to possibly find any unwanted trouble.

Besides, there's something definitely wrong going on. After the old lady, you found the watchman in the lobby. Even he had a piercing on his face, in between his forehead to be precise.

You didn't bother to reply to his greeting this time. There was something off about his smile.

Maybe you should move out as soon as possible.

However, that's not what's bothering you. It's the fact that there have always been four red flags. This evening, you only came across three.

The thought of an impending fourth one makes you feel nauseous. You're home now, back to safety. There has never been anything bad between these four walls, so why would there be anything now?

Maybe you missed counting a fourth one. Yes. That's it. You just missed one red flag. The thought doesn't do much to console you, but it's enough to allow you to sleep when your head hits the pillow. Unfortunately for you, that doesn't last very long.

The feeling of a pair of eyes wakes you up with a startle. You immediately throw away the covers and run to the switch, turning on the lights. Nothing. The same goes for the rest of your apartment. All the lights are on but there’s nothing out of place.

Are you going crazy?

It must have been a bad dream. You still feel watched, but that’s just because you just woke up. Water. You need some water.

The glass is quickly emptied as soon as you fill it, and now you stand alone in the kitchen, the silence of the night and the refrigerator’s hum your only companions. The kitchen counter is cold underneath your lingering fingertips, and begrudgingly, you part with it.

Sleep doesn't come back easily. At least half an hour must’ve passed with no sign of slumber’s gentle embrace, so you get up and turn off the bedroom light. The door is then left open only a little bit to let some light from the living room bleed inside the room.

It doesn’t help much, but your eyes feel less burdened.

Upon turning to the other side and nuzzling into the sheets further, the lessened burden seems to increase again. There’s someone resting their face on the mattress, body probably sitting on the floor and this person’s eyes seem to be fixed on you.

It takes you blinking a few times and sitting up to realise this isn’t a dream.

By the time your eyes have completely blinked away any sleep, a hand is slapped over your mouth to stop you from screaming. Your chest heaves as you follow the arm to the body it’s attached to and finally the face.

Illumi.

“Pardon me if I woke you up. It wasn’t my intention.”

The mattress dips as he joins you on the bed. If the circumstance wasn’t unfortunate enough, he’s now literally hovering over you with one of his knees between your parted legs under the blanket. Long black hair cascades around his face as he leans in, large eyes observing your features.

You blink at him as your breathing settles down. The lack of action from Illumi’s end does help your nerves calm down a little, but the threat of an obviously more powerful man literally above still remains.

This is your fourth red flag.

The weight of his observant stare weighs you down, the feeling of a boulder on your chest making you sink backwards into the bed. All that you see are Illumi’s large, dark eyes. It’s suffocating and you want to scream, but the sound dies in your throat before he even lets go.

You don’t dare make a single noise as he sits up straight on your thighs.

Illumi briefly breaks eye contact, eyes dropping down to your collarbones peeking from your neckline from the dishevelled state before his eyes go back up to yours. The weight of the boulder had lifted during that time, but with his eyes back on you that weight goes to your consciousness.

“I suppose I should commend you for not screaming. Seems like you’re quick to understand.”

All he gets in reply is your nervous gulp.

“You require an explanation, don’t you?”

This time, he tilts his head at your lack of response.

“I gave myself an ultimatum. Four tries every evening for every working day of this week are all I have to work with. If your refusals of my lenient methods bother me, then I must get to the bottom of the feeling. If I am not bothered in the slightest, I must stop wasting my time.” Iluumi pauses, possibly in anticipation of some sort of response, but continues. “I suppose my presence here at this hour explains which conclusion I had come to.”

He waits again for a few moments but ends up explaining his own words himself when you’re still frozen in what he thinks is shock. “Your refusals bothered me. I can’t be certain why. Even your less enthusiastic response to me asking for your phone number bothered me.”

You’re still staring at him. Mind barely processing the words. Illumi is in your room in the middle of the night. Illumi is a hunter, a potentially dangerous person, and he’s caged you to your own bed. This is the most vulnerable you’ve ever been in your life, yet you can’t even bring yourself to cry over the absolute fear you feel because of the intensity that keeps growing and radiating from Illumi.

“You occupy my thoughts more than I would prefer, and the only cure I found for that is to watch you when you’re home. No other activity soothes it.”

His index finger and thumb hold his chin as he continues thinking over the matter, but his eyes are still fixed onto you. When his eyes widen slightly, the intensity you felt grows dramatically and you have to reflexively cover yourself till the top of your head with the blanket to not end up asphyxiated.

A hand gently pulls down the cover till your chin, and luckily, the intensity mellows enough to allow you to breathe.

“I came here tonight to understand why trying to sleep on my own causes me distress. It’s like I search for you in my own bed, and the lack of your presence makes me restless.”

He leans in, hands sinking into the mattress on either side of your hips and you instinctively shrink into yourself. Voice perfectly even, the tone betrays the depth of his words. “I talked to my mother about this feeling and came to a conclusion. I’m in love with you.”

Sweat starts to bead at your forehead, but Illumi’s eyes refuse to allow you any reprieve. One of his hands sneak up your body, fingertips gently tracing the outline till his hand lightly wraps around your throat. The grip is non-existent but the threat of a not so well meaning squeeze still exists.

“All I need to do is squeeze. A fragile human such as yourself would give in to death in under ten seconds if I do decide to test my grip. However, even the mere thought of it bothers me. Even now, I can’t bring myself to hurt you.”

The hand moves further upwards, cupping your cheek despite the sweat. “At first I thought you were using some kind of Nen to bewitch me, so imagine my surprise when I found out that you’re a non-user.”

You finally manage to shakily exhale through your mouth, but the beating in your heart suddenly becomes too loud when his thumb traces the edges of your lips.

“I thought I should kill you to get rid of your spell, but the thought of you not existing anymore made my chest ache.” Illumi sighs. “Seems like the damage has been done, and it’s quite a lot. With how the majority of my thoughts are about you, I could even claim that I’m obsessed.”

The intensity grows again, and it gets even harder to breathe in the cool room. When Illumi’s thumb forces your lips open and presses down on your tongue, you can only hope you’ll be safe. After all, the look in his eyes is absolutely frightening.

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teabutmakeitazure · 3 months

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“Say, Chrollo, will you ever hurt me if I don't comply to you?“

The first thing he does when asked such a question is tilt his head and smile. The bastard smiles at you as he sits on the sofa with one leg over the other, still in his loungewear and hair still tousled from sleep. “Why so inquisitive so early in the morning?”

At his question, you simply cross your arms to show you will not back down without an answer. Though you yourself are still in your pyjamas, you hope you could be at least a little threatening. Even if you are sort of hiding behind the kitchen counter. “Questions cannot be answered with another question,” you state simply. “So, will you ever hurt me if I don’t comply with you?”

Chrollo feigns thought for a moment. He puts on the entire charade. A hand on his chin, his eyes looking elsewhere, and a hum leaving his mouth. “Are you asking about something that’s treason level or something more like an innocent crime?”

You raise a brow at that. “All possibilities.”

“I’m afraid I can’t answer unless you’re more specific.”

“Chrollo,” you exhale sharply, “it is 8 am. I am up against my will, and you are testing me for no reason. Please, just answer the question.” Hands now flat on the granite counter, you stare into his eyes hoping he would stop fooling around.

After a minute of thoroughly having his fill looking at you, he concedes. “It depends. You refuse to comply with me multiple times a day, yet you remain unharmed.”

You gawk at him. “And when have I refused? You are simply tarnishing my image.”

“Just last night you had refused to sit next to me because you had already done so earlier that day,” he states. “I believe that falls under ‘refusing to comply’.”

“Oh please,” you say, “I only refuse to sit too close to you when you clearly have dirty intentions.”

“Is wanting to show affection such a crime?”

“Yes! Wait, no! You’re distracting me. Answer the question.”

Chrollo sighs. This time, he leans forward and rests his forearms on his knees before replying. “Cuter transgressions can be easily forgiven. Frankly, I wouldn’t even realise their malicious nature until some time passes. Other acts, on the other hand, more extreme ones will be met with equal ferocity.”

You narrow your eyes at him, ready to call him out on his less apparent but still petty acts, but he cuts you off. “If you’re planning something, I would suggest you don’t continue such foolishness.”

That statement makes your mood do a whole 180. The event you saw in your dream vividly comes back and you shake your head. “I’m not planning anything. It was just a question.”

“Questions are not born on their own accord. Something must have happened.”

You take a moment to debate whether or not you should tell him, but you decide in favour of it. He should know that complete trust and love is impossible in this relationship. Especially after how you fell into his clutches in the first place. “I had a dream,” you start, and he perks up immediately to sit up straight. “I was running. I don’t know where I was, just that there was lots of broken glass that crunched under my shoes and there were a few abandoned houses in the vicinity.”

A pause, and you continue. “I remember screaming I was sorry, but all that happened was some knife inside my chest and your hand holding the blade. I didn’t see your eyes, but the way you said you didn’t forgive me was a little… cold.”

No words are shared for a few moments, but the silence breaks when Chrollo gets up and comes to stand on the other side of the kitchen counter. There is no discernable expression on his face, but you follow the movement of his lips regardless. “I’m sorry you had to see such a thing in your sleep.However, I’m sure that if I do something like that, it may have been for a good reason. Not that I would hurt you over something like refusing to share the same cup of coffee.”

The nonchalant chuckle he lets out only makes you grimace. You sometimes wonder what you can do to get under his skin.

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teabutmakeitazure · 2 months

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“You are so bold, Chrollo.“

“Am I?” He grins back at you, his face still resting on his palm and his elbow still on the table. You haven’t finished your dessert yet, but he already has. Perhaps that’s why he chose to strike while the iron is hot. TIming and all that.

“Well,” you drawl, taking another spoonful of cold chocolate chip goodness, “I’ve met you, what? Three times? This is the first time we’re eating together, which is only dessert by the way, and you asked me to come back home with you.”

You can see his thoughts forming and dissipating into nothingness through his eyes. Whatever he is thinking, he’s thinking thoroughly. So, when he chuckles, you can almost predict what he says next. “If dinner is what will make you say yes, then will you give me the honour of taking you out for dinner?”

“Oh? What’s this? The cold and reserved is making a move?” A giggle escapes your mouth with that, the spoon still in hand. It’s late which means there’s no one here except for you both, and you’re pretty sure the guy at the cash register behind you is rooting for Chrollo. It was easy to figure out when he put extra chocolate chips on your ice cream and winked at him when he gave him a questioning look.

Regardless, you can see the impatience in Chrollo’s eyes. He’s desperate for an answer, whatever it may be. Thus, you practise being merciful and cut his suffering short. “I wouldn’t say yes even after dinner, but I would say yes to dinner.” Going home with a stranger and into bed with them isn’t something you do. Your friends have had many experiences such as that, but you could never. There’s always the lingering fear of being taken advantage of or worse, hurt.

“Dinner it is then.” He straightens up with that, leaning back into his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. “When are you free? I don’t have any commitments this weekend, so perhaps that can work. If you can, that is.”

You mentally go over your schedule. You have errands to run on Sunday, but Friday evening and Saturday are free. Well, you’ll let him choose. “I can do Friday evening or Saturday. I’m free the entire day for Saturday though, so we can do lunch if not dinner.”

He chuckles at that. It sounds a bit eerie with the silence inside the establishment. “You’re now enticing me to steal your entire day. Would you mind if I kept you for the day? I promise to make it worth your while.”

“Well aren’t you greedy-” Something pricks your neck from behind and the next thing you know, words stop forming in your mouth and the spoon clatters somewhere with its fall. There is no time to process anything before darkness takes over your vision and your head nods to the side, limp. Silence settles once more before it’s broken by Chrollo sighing. “Shalnark. Do tell me why you did that.”

Said man removes the cap from his head, blond hair falling down and being smoothed over by his hand. “You were miserable, boss! You know you won’t be here this weekend. There’s no need to humour her that long.”

Chrollo doesn’t even break his gaze from your limp body. “I was going to do something similar after walking her home. No matter. This simply makes it less troublesome.”

In a matter of minutes, your lax body is in Chrollo’s arms and he starts heading outside through the back door. This outcome was inevitable. Had you said yes to him earlier, it would’ve been easier. It would have been way easier.

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teabutmakeitazure · 2 months

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I tried- I really tried. But I can't pretend to love you, Chrollo…

There is a moment of silence that follows your question. Neither of you speak, or even move for that matter, yet your eyes remain fixed on the untied tie hanging from around the collar of the white button down Chrollo is wearing. It matches the colour of the flowers on your maxi dress, a beautiful crepe that you regret ruining with this occasion.

Although you stand barefoot on the carpet, you still feel like there are pins poking the soles of your feet. “Do you,” he finally speaks, “think my wish is for you to pretend?”

It takes you a moment to respond, but when you do, you meet his gaze. “Considering the circumstances, yes.”

“It isn’t,” he says immediately. “Please clarify with me before you assume things on your own. It won’t be the first time you caused harm by doing so.” The accusation sours your mood further, but he does not seem to mind. “Darling, I trust you know my intentions or do I need to repeat them?”

You scoff. “Your intentions are selfish and self-centred. I don’t need to listen to them again.”

“My intentions involve only you. I don’t understand why you find them selfish.”

“Because it is you who will receive gratification, and all that I will receive is more pain. There is no fair deal here. Admit it.”

Chrollo purses his lips for a moment, but immediately decides against pacification. A newfound determination brings him to move closer and gently grab you by the shoulders, him seemingly adamant on conveying his message to you through any means necessary.

“The only part of it that involves my satisfaction is me being a direct cause of your happiness and the receiving end of your love. Neither is it complicated, nor is it selfish. If anyone here is selfish, it’s you.” You gawk at him, but he continues. “I am taking you out tonight because you said you were feeling stuffed inside. I took you to the mountain peak the previous week because you had once told me you wanted to travel and see different regions. I never cage you at our temporary residences because you have expressed your desire to feel carefree instead of bound within four white walls.”

The both of you continue staring at each other as the feeling of a battle you have surely lost starts seeping in. Despite that, Chrollo shows no mercy, and continues his onslaught. “If I wanted, I could have left you somewhere alone with sufficient ration while I worked with the troupe, but I didn’t because I love you. All I want is for you to feel safe and happy, yet you still remain so hellbent on being miserable. When will you realise that you yourself are the root of your unhappiness?”

The question makes you freeze, and Chrollo lets you go right when the glossiness in your eyes becomes apparent. He’s quick to dismiss your tears, acting as though there are none. “If you want, we can simply stay home tonight.”

“No,” you wipe away any tears, looking at the foundation smudged on your hands. “Let’s go. I’m sorry. Let’s just go.”

“Alright. We’ll leave when you’re ready.”

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teabutmakeitazure · 1 year

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"Chrollo, i know this sound unreasonable, but.... can we please have a cat?..."

The man in question pauses, shirt not even halfway buttoned as he slowly turns. It feels like an eternity has passed by the time his back faces the mirror and his eyes land on you. His scrutinising gaze quickly turns into a questioning one when he raises a brow, the expression being the most emotional one you’ve seen in a while.

Truthfully, you didn’t want to resort to this. Your hesitance and nervousness is evident in the way your weight shifts from one foot to the other and how your hands fidget behind your back. Chrollo’s eyes briefly go over the nervous ticks you display before he smiles, a teasing reply on the tip of his tongue.

“Why? Do I not give you sufficient attention?”

The sight of his chest from his unbuttoned shirt would have made you more uncomfortable if you hadn’t been mentally going over possible responses from ever since you woke up. Your brain is frankly fried and you just wanted to get over with the request before his surprisingly good mood turned into a sour one.

“A cat would be cuter,” you counter. “I don’t see what’s wrong with it. It’s common to have a pet. So why not?”

“I haven’t said no yet. I’m simply asking why.”

Ah yes. There it is. ‘All I am asking is why do you want another living being under the same roof when you have me? And yes, my authority is absolute, so there is still room for negotiation while I have not declined your request. Make use of this time wisely.’ You can practically hear it, even see the smug smile he sports in his mind. Honestly, if you could, you would’ve brought home a stray cat and forced Chrollo to let you keep it.

Alas, fate is cruel and you must go down the path of convincing this fiend. But it wouldn’t hurt to turn his game onto him, would it?

“And I,” you scoff, “am asking you why not? What’s wrong with having a cat?”

The bastard’s smile widens. “You said it yourself. It sounds unreasonable. I’m simply asking you why you want one. There are reasons why people covet things. Surely you have a reason as well.”

“Look,” you step towards him, stopping just two steps away and inside his personal space. It’s an action he loves, so you might as well make good use of it. “Cats are the perfect pets. They’re small, quiet and fluffy. I’m sure my mental health will thank you if you let me have one.”

He crosses his arms, still not convinced. “Your mental health is perfectly fine.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you better than anyone else alive.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do.”

“Let me have a personal feline.”

“Convince me and I’ll let you.”

“Pets are statistically proven to increase bonding between household members.”

“I believe we’re already quite nicely bonded.”

“Last night, you were complaining about how I always supposedly keep you at arm’s length.”

“I don’t see how a cat would fix that.”

Honestly, you’re starting to regret requesting anything of him in the first place. Chrollo’s latest reply is met with silence on your part and a frown you threw in just for good measure. The man sighs, shakes his head and takes one step closer to you.

You simultaneously take one step back, maintaining the distance. Luckily, he doesn’t frown at you like he did last night.

“You’re asking for something that will have a considerable price to pay,” he states. “Are you sure you’re willing to spend so much on such a triviality?”

You know he’s messing with you, and you won’t back down. “Please? I promise to not let it get in the way even while travelling. I’ll take care of it properly and-”

“You have until tonight. Play your cards right and I might consider it.” There it is, the smug look you envisioned on his face earlier. “Besides, you should know that it might disappear overnight if you end up… misbehaving.”

Perhaps there’s still hope and the cat will scratch him on a daily basis.

#lighthearted banter but with spice #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucifer x reader #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo lucilfer #AzureTea requests #i hc him as a cat person #only problem is that cats don't like him

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teabutmakeitazure · 2 months

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"So how was the fall, angel?" (Chrollo)

(warning: blood and corpse)

Chrollo’s voice resonates through the silent room, the sound of his footsteps growing closer and closer. He stops what you think is a few feet behind you, but you can’t give it much thought. Breaths leave your mouth with hard earned expulsion, chest heaving as your intercostal muscles burn with every contraction and relaxation. You’re sure other muscles are burning too, but the way your heart beats wildly out of sync with your breathing, you don’t really care.

Your palms relax, the blade in your hand clattering to the ground loudly. They’re horribly slippery and wet and warm. Though the blood on both hands is relatively fresh, it’s starting to dry. Just how long has it been?

The presence behind you moves a step closer to assess the damage, but his eyes are trained on the corpse lying on the ground. When he speaks, you can hear the smile on his face. “Nine stab wounds other than the two to the heart. That’s quite impressive. It takes a lot of strength to stab a human once, let alone eleven times.”

He pauses, almost as though waiting for a response from you, but you’re too busy staring at the dead pile of flesh on the floor like he is. Nevertheless, he speaks again. “Were you thinking of anyone when killing him or did you only see red? Judging from how brutal the wounds are, you seemed to have someone else in mind. I may be wrong though.”

And he is wrong. It had come as an instinct, to kill. You felt threatened, but instead of knocking the man out with the metal pipe you then had, you instead hit his knees with it, then his head before proceeding the bloody onslaught. If the coward wasn’t afraid to shoot you, he could have lived.

Well, his loss.

“What do you want to do next?”

You scoff at that. What do you want to do? You couldn’t care less if the body rots here until it’s found. Casually wiping your hands on your shirt, you turn to face Chrollo who’s already looking at you. He doesn’t say anything, only tilt his head with that smile still there. In return, you tilt yours in the opposite direction. “I’m getting tired. Let’s go.”

“I’ll wash your back.”

“I never said I wanted a bath.”

He turns to exit, prompting you to catch up. “You should take a bath. There’s blood in your hair too, darling.” You grimace at that when you head out the door, but he makes an offer that makes you sigh. “I’ll wash your hair then. I won’t join you in the tub as well if that’s what will make you say yes.”

You give no response to that but swear you saw a satisfied glint in his eyes when you seemed unbothered.

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teabutmakeitazure · 2 months

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„I deserved more from my life than this… (Chrollo)“

Gentle wind accompanies your silent confession. The night is cool, and the wind is continuously blowing at varying speeds. Though you were first scared at being reprimanded, you feel relieved as the wind carries away the words. It’s a shame. If they weren’t so sad, you could have imagined them to be seeds being carried away to create life in the ground.

Your flowing nightgown is smoothed over by Chrollo’s hand. It’s an odd thing to do because it’s just going to do the same thing again. Despite that, he continues the act at least six times before giving up and resting his forearms on the terrace railing next to you. The city below is quiet, the hotel room even quieter. It’s way past 2 in the morning but you don’t care. He woke you up by trying to leave the bed, so it’s his fault you both are here at this hour.

Regardless, when he opens his mouth, the wind keeps blowing. “And what more could you have wanted?” His question is met with indifference from your side. Chrollo does not understand your sentiments. That is the most common source of all your arguments. Whether he tries to or not is a different discussion. The fact is that he does not.

“‘More’,” you echo back, “what do you mean ‘more’?” He opens his mouth quickly to respond, but shuts up even quicker when you cut him to it. “I don’t mean to be rude, but being kidnapped by a man I stopped seeing after catching hints of his criminal background isn’t a very desirable life.”

Instead of remorse, that irritating, self-satisfied smile is on his face. “Have you ever considered that I planted those hints on purpose?” You groan immediately, already knowing what he’s about to say when he continues. “I laid out the bait, and you, my darling, took it like the curious fish you are.”

“Oh yes. Because I'm the fiddle you played with a smile on your face. You’re simply proving my point.” You turn to face the city again, chin now coming to rest on your forearms. The wind is still blowing, but it’s gotten chillier. “You don’t see me as a loved one,” you continue. “You see me as something to play and get entertainment from. Everything you have done was for your selfishness. Like a kid refusing to share a toy.”

A chuckle comes from your side, and you can see Chrollo copying your pose from the corner of your eye. “Is that really what you think of this? That you’re a toy? Perhaps I am inexpressive at times, but that certainly does not warrant such a conclusion.” A hand reaches to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, but it gets blown away by the wind right away. “Believe me, love,” he whispers, “Had it been up to me I would have given you the world. Until then, you’ll have to settle with me. I’m sorry if that’s disappointing.”

A comment is on the tip of your tongue, but you are beaten by Chrollo in speed. “And if you really do fall in love during that, I’d like to ask you that question again. We’ll then see how your answer changes.”

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teabutmakeitazure · 11 months

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"chrollo, why are you reading my old diary?..." -catboy chrollo anon

“Is it so horrible to want to know you better?”

You frown, hands on your hips as you stand by the TV that you haven’t seen turned on ever since you both moved here. “Yes. It’s called a breach of privacy.”

“You’re reading too much into things.” Chrollo’s eyes don’t leave the page, but they have stopped travelling across the words. Seeing how he leisurely loiters on the couch without a care boils your blood.

“Says the man currently reading too much into my life and thoughts. Why do you even possess such a devious item? Burn it! And throw its ashes into the sea!”

“We live in the middle of a large continent, dear. I’m afraid there is no sea nearby.”

“Flush them then.”

He hums, still not looking up. “I may consider it after I finish reading this.” Turning a page, he speaks again. “Some passages seem like actual excerpts from books. Nicely written. It reminds me of Sylvia Plath.”

You slowly inch closer, footsteps as quiet as you can make them. “Really? I thought you were more into Shopenhauer or philosophy.”

“All philosophers have something interesting to say. It’s frankly quite intriguing to read how someone whose body has already completely decomposed thought about the world.”

Only a few steps away, you continue humouring him in hopes that he keeps his guard down. “So you’re more of a leisure reader than a critic?”

He smiles. “Though I’ll read whatever I can, these days I seem to prefer only what strikes my fancy.”

“Well, you should venture to Booktok some time. I’m sure you’ll find very interesting choices there.”

“A suggestion from you is invaluable, dear.”

Seeing that he hasn’t reacted to you standing directly in front of him, you wait a few moments to see if he looks away from the open page. From what you can gather, he’s currently reading a boring entry of your first visit to a pastry shop about how you supposedly messed up your order.

Thus, while he’s distracted, you strike.

Unfortunately for you, Chrollo wouldn’t be as insufferable if he isn’t significantly faster. You sometimes curse his inhuman reaction time. The diary is immediately moved away from your grasp and while you stand frozen, blinking at him because his reaction was too quick for you to fully register, he stares back at you with a smug smile.

“Have a seat. Seeing that you’re so eager, let’s continue reading together.” The invitation is accompanied to a pat on the space next to him and you fume.

“One of these days I will get the last laugh, Lucilfer.”

“Best of luck, dear.”

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teabutmakeitazure · 11 months

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"Chrollo, could you stop all the mindgames already?!"

You can feel a part of the mattress going back to its original shape, an added sudden dip of it signalling that he’s resting his upper body on his elbow or palm. Whichever it is, you can’t tell. Your back is facing him after all.

Despite your little outburst, Chrollo’s voice is calm and low behind you, his warmth still painfully present underneath the blanket. “What do you mean? I’m only trying to strike up a conversation.”

The coy attitude serves to rile you up further, the strain from having to dodge his intrusive questions all day finally taking its toll. “Stop acting so overly innocent, you obsequious fiend.”

“Well, if you wish not to indulge me, you should simply say so. Anger only makes you cuter, dear.” The smile in his voice is obvious. “I don’t understand why you choose to be hostile. Communication in a relationship is important.”

You groan. “You’re doing it again!”

“Doing what exactly?”

“The mind games. It’s frankly quite annoying. Stop it.”

Again, he plays innocent. “I think that’s called attempting conversation.” The bed dips again completely. “Perhaps your sour attitude is because you’re tired.”

“Yes, I am tired. Tired of you doing all this.”

The blanket briefly rises and you can feel the warmth of his body behind you. "Well, dearest, it's best you get some sleep then." Chrollo gently snakes an arm around you, forearm secured right under your ribcage. "I'll be bothering you in the morning as well."

"I hope you suffer cardiac arrest in your sleep."

"Good night to you too."

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teabutmakeitazure · 11 months

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“Oh, two of your troupe members are missing, Chrollo. Did they get…fired or something?”

Surprisingly, there's indifference painted on Chrollo's face. His eyes don't leave the open book in his hand, the foreign language still having his attention but you do notice that his eyes stopped moving over the words.

"I thought you decided not to have anything to do with the troupe. Is this a change of heart I'm witnessing?"

You decide to poke further, pursuing the possible satisfaction of ruining his mood in any way possible just to get back at him. “No. I’m just curious. The rules dictate how a new member may join, and considering the choice of words in the rules, I assume that firing a member isn’t an option.”

“And what may your point be, dear?”

“Two of your troupe members are missing. I’m simply asking why.”

Slowly, almost tentatively, Chrollo’s eyes part from the open page and settle on you. The expression on his face is unreadable, but there’s a subtle sadness in his eyes. A gust of wind blows through the broken windows of the warehouse, the fur on his coat fluttering in the breeze.

The only thing you can see is a man desperately trying to hide his emotions when he speaks.

“Though it is a great dismay, they are no longer part of the troupe. That is all the information I offer you.”

With that, he turns back to his book. Giving the conversation a finish is understandable but what isn’t is why Chrollo chose to turn his back to you. The action is unlike him since he prefers to always have you in his sights so you wait a few moments before hesitantly scooting closer.

The book closes unceremoniously when you attempt to sneak a peek at his face and before you know it, he’s gotten to his feet and is walking away, hair and coat both flowing with his movements.

Chrollo doesn’t look at the troupe member when he calls out to him.

“Nobunaga. Look after [Name] for a while. I’ll be back in a bit.”

A reply comes in the form of, “Yes boss,” and your mind starts to drift to why you would be left like this. For once, ruining Chrollo’s mood doesn’t bring you satisfaction. It only brings more questions.

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teabutmakeitazure · 1 year

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Congratulations, Zuri╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[To Pantalone] “My love……you won’t leave me, right?? I just don’t understand why all of my friends would ghost me like this ;-;”

Coming to him when he was working wasn't what you initially wanted to do. He had been understanding, and you didn't want to test his limits. However, with how the heaviness in your chest only weighs you down further, you couldn't help yourself.

You excused yourself to be selfish this once. You deserve it.

Opening the door, Pantalone doesn't do much as budge when you greet him, only gracing you with a 'hello' without even looking up. A number of papers lay scattered on his desk as he eyes each one carefully and makes notes in the notebook in his hand.

By the time you seat yourself, he's arranged them and is now working in that notebook. The atmosphere feels cold and unwelcoming, but you pay it no mind. It's just him trying to work. The atmosphere has nothing to do with his feelings.

Minutes pass in silence, and neither of you make any move to talk. Not able to take it anymore, the harbinger slams shut a file and finally looks over to you. To say that you hadn't flinched would be a lie.

"I'm aware that you would never visit me during working hours if it wasn't something important." His eyes narrow at you before he continues, "I would appreciate it if you got the point. I have a meeting I must attend soon."

Fiddling with your hands, you look anywhere but him. Your eyes dart around in nervousness before you muster up enough courage to answer, albeit meekly.

"It's just... something happened and I... I had the urge to see you. That's all."

Pantalone's questioning gaze turns into a curious one. "What might be the matter?"

"My love... you... you won't leave me, right? I just don't understand why my friends would ghost me like this and then-"

"They envy you."

You snap your head in his direction, watching how he grips the edge of his table.

"If they had the gall to do such a thing," he says, "then you should not associate yourself with them. They envy you and the life you have."

Unconvinced, you try to plead. "I might've done something to displease them. It's just that I can't reach them, so I don't know how I can find out."

Once again, you see Pantalone narrowing his eyes at you as an act of disapproval. "You do not need them."

"Then please answer my question."

His gaze softens before he answers, the words rolling off his tongue as smooth as silk. "You are one of the few that I can never part with, so rest assured. I will never leave you."

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teabutmakeitazure · 1 year

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Congrats on reaching 700 and thank you for opening your requests. I'm not very sure if this falls in the accepted category because it's yan, but i think if can also can be a dialogue for a playful banter.

"I didn't kidnap you, I took you out on a date." [Childe]

Thank you !!

The sound of clinking glass fills the atmosphere more than the sound of people chatting away. It's more prominent than the latter and more headache inducing. As you slip your feet out of your heels, you massage what you can of your aching feet. Gaze fixed underneath the table, you fail to notice the way his eyes peer over the menu and onto you.

"I'll give our order when the waiter comes by."

Hearing his voice, you raise your head and find that he's put down the menu. "Are you sure, Ajax? That was quick."

He merely shrugs. "I come here a lot. By the way, are your feet okay?"

You scoff at the question. "Whoever designed these has no right to freedom. They should've been imprisoned the moment they released the first pair."

The ginger sitting across you rests his chin on his palm all the while eyeing you with an amused smile. "Didn't you get these because you wanted to?"

"And what of it? How was I supposed to know that you'd come out of nowhere and kidnap me for an entire day. An entire day! Next time, at least inform me beforehand, please?"

He laughs and reaches over to poke your cheek. Over the noise in the restaurant, you didn't hear the way he hummed to himself, but you caught the affectionate gaze that landed on you.

"Ah, my sweet [Name]. I didn't kidnap you. I took you out on a date. Though, now that you've mentioned it..."

A pensive expression takes over and he looks at you with narrowed eyes, voice uncharacteristically cold.

"I wouldn't mind kidnapping you. You're just too cute."

The smile on his face after saying that makes you furrow your brows. "Don't you have a weird sense of humour," you deadpan.

"Yes but it did land me a wonderful fiancé such as you."

With a roll of your eyes, you go back to massaging your feet again, but you miss the way his gaze never strays from you. It watches every single movement of yours, paying special attention to every detail of your expression. When he makes a mental note to get you some comfortable heels later, he reminds himself to refrain from making odd jokes like that.

He wouldn't want to scare you away, right?

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Congrats on the milestone followers! Been a silent follower for a good while hope more fortunes smile upon you, friend. And also - P

"But Pierro, you have hurt me the most."

One of the things that Pierro envies about you is that despite the curse, you have still maintained your youthful appearance. Perhaps it was because of your affiliations with alchemists and learning alchemy yourself that you had supposedly stopped aging. Who knows what you had done during those days. The only reason for taking you in was that you were a Khaenri'an court alchemist, similar to him, a mage.

More reasons to keep you around came in the form of rumours of you being one of the few who knew the Art of Khemia. Regrettably, you never denied or accepted the fact, and he stopped asking later on. A few hundred years passed and Pierro had decided to keep you closer than he did before.

It hadn't sat well with you. However, feelings can only be maintained for so long and after a long few centuries of back and forth fights, you have become quiet. He has bound you with marriage, with being your only source of living in Teyvat, away from the remnants of your destroyed home. Away from everything.

Yet you still find yourself hurt. The Jester does not understand why you make him out to be the villain. He has kept you safe, cherished you and is working towards a new world with the Cryo Archon. So why? Why are you still looking at him with those same youthful eyes? Those youthful eyes... the memories of dancing fire reflecting on them still haunt him to this day.

"You say that the world has given me nothing except for pain."

Coming back to reality, Pierro turns around, white coat flowing with his movements as he looks at you with your shawl almost falling off your shoulder. Breathing heavily, the anger oozes from your eyes and he thinks he sees fire in them again.

"But Pierro, you have hurt me the most."

A loud slam echoes through the empty halls and the Jester almost reaches out to the doorknob. However, urgent duty calls and he figures he must leave you be for the time being.

After all, if there is anything other than the destruction of his home that he never wants to relive, it is your pure unparalleled fury.

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teabutmakeitazure · 1 year

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Congrats on 700 followers!! I forgot to send in an ask when I first saw the post T^T but it's 100% well deserved <3 (1k when?XD). Your works always feel well thought out and I really love your writing style! Thank you so much for sharing your works with the world!!!! uu

Now, for the request thingy I thought, “I’m the only thing keeping you safe from this filthy, disgusting world.” - with our fav boy Childe? 👀

Hopefully, the prompt is able to bring you an idea :D (and hopefully I requested this correctly DX) Have a nice day Zuri!!!!

Masochism and sadism go hand in hand with Childe. It makes sense. He likes a good fight, relishes it even. The nonchalance he has when discussing a particularly brutal showdown he recently had should have been the most obvious red flag, but you brushed it off as some kind of weird warrior thing.

You were terribly wrong.

Despite the rough and ragged exterior, he's soft and more... 'puppy-like' on the inside. That's what kept you with him. You had a morbid curiosity to dissect him and learn about what makes him this way, why he's so two faced and why he's so terribly intent on domesticity despite his everyday life.

That should've been another red flag, but you don't know better, do you? In attempt to get to know him better, you had accepted his invitation to have dinner at his house. It was an enjoyable evening. You were given a glimpse of his teenage years in the form of the story of how he joined the Fatui and felt some kind of sympathy for him.

It would be wrong to call that feeling love. If anything, it was just you feeling better about yourself. Seeing people like him makes you realise that your life hasn't been all that bad being from a Liyue village and all. Maybe it's the fact that he's still alive and well that draws you to him. Even after going through so much - evident of the scars that peek through his clothing - he still tries and tries.

So now that he's confessed and you've turned him down, you're getting a hint of the sadism that he enjoys.

Taunts are all you're getting. Open windows, an unlocked door, a letter neatly folded letter left on your bed and the lack of his explicit presence but the ever looming shadow that apparently haunts you like a ghost.

You were fired today.

And that letter - that damned letter - is asking if you'd finally like to accept him.

Maybe satiating your curiosity was a bad idea. Maybe you shouldn't have thought of another person as some kind of study material, as some kind of solace for yourself. Maybe this is how the archons punish you for thinking so.

After gathering your bearings, you rush back out the door and stomp to his residence. The guards hadn't asked you anything, simply letting you go as you please, and you take it as another taunt. He's messing with you, that much is evident.

Even his main door was unlocked. It's almost as if he was expecting you.

And expecting you he was because he's leisurely sat on the sofa with his burgundy shirt unbuttoned as he casually twirls a blade in his hand.

"What the hell is this?"

Your tormentor tilts his head, side eying you before a smile stretches on his face.

"Why, good evening to you too." His voice, smooth and confident, annoys you to the core. "I was waiting for you to come visit."

"Childe, I already said no. I'm not interested in a relationship with you."

There it is. That wide eyed smile that clearly shows he's anything but right in the head.

A gaze that's cold as ice greets you when he turns to completely face you, blade now left on the sofa. His lips part to speak and you almost consider walking away.

"I'm the only thing keeping you safe from this filthy, disgusting world. Do you really want to throw that away? Throw away all the comfort that I can and will give you? Would you rather go out there and let those bastards satisfy their dirty eyes with your presence?"

You take a step forward, but he stands up. Barefoot, he slowly makes way towards you, grabbing your face like you're about to run away.

"I'll keep you safe, [Name]. I'll protect you."

Grabbing his wrists, you remove his hands with a scoff. "I already told you. Leave me alone."

He doesn't say anything. He simply smiles when you move to the door, chuckling when you can't open it. You get another glimpse of his sadism when he grabs your shoulders, breathing down your neck. Maybe you shouldn't have pitied him. Maybe you should've feared him instead.

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