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cherryskyies · 3 years

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One more chance

Chrollo x Reader // Female reader

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 700

Genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

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"I'm not a regular guy! You know this. You know I'm not able to be home all the time and give you attention. So why are you being such a bitch?"

'Ouch,' you thought, taken aback by Chrollo's outburst.

It's rare that he yells at you, preferring to talk things out if there is ever an issue.

"Did you just call me a bitch, Chrollo?" You asked, disregarding everything else he said.

You weren't sure how to feel right now. On one end, you were pissed at him for calling you a bitch, but on the other end, the look he was giving you could kill.

"I did, because you're being an absolute bitch right now," he responded, taking a step towards you. "I am nothing but calm and patient with you, but of course, that's not enough."

You scoffed, "Calm and patient my ass. Is it wrong of me to want to spend a little time with my boyfriend? Is it, Chrollo? Because if it is then we might as we-"

"Don't go there."

"Why not? It's not like it would make a difference to your life," you sneered. "I never see you anyway, so what's it matter if we break up or not?"

The past 3 months Chrollo hasn't spent time at home with you. You've tried to be understanding, but how hard can it be to stay the night, just once.

For a moment, it was silent. Neither you or Chrollo daring to move, afraid that the next thing said will permanently end things.

You didn't want things to end, but you could only take so much.

"Tell me now, Chrollo. Are you going to put effort into this relationship or not? I can only take so much," you said, prepared to pack your things and leave.

Silence. Chrollo was saying nothing, and that answered your question.

You nodded, understanding that he was not capable of fixing things, "Alright."

"Wait! No, please don't go. What if you join the troupe? That way we can be together more often?" Chrollo proposed, desperate for you to stay.

"I should not have to become a criminal for you to love me like I deserve."

He was pissed, blocking the door so you were unable to leave, "You're not leaving until we fix things."

Chrollo appeared to be calm, but you knew him too well. The way his hands slightly shook, the way his posture faltered for a split second, he was falling apart.

"You don't control me."

You thought to push past him, knowing he would move out of your way if you did. Chrollo would never lay a hand on you and he'd never make you do anything you didn't want to.

"Please," his voice broke, eyes glassy as he denied the tears threatening to fall. You were his queen, and what was a king to do without his queen?

The bag you were holding moments ago fell to the floor with a soft 'thump'. You wanted things to work, but you also knew your self worth.

"One more chance, that's all you get. I don't ask for much, but a date once a week like we used to do would be nice." you said, resolve breaking. "I love you, I love you so much, but I can't stand not seeing or even hearing from you for months on end!"

Chrollo moved forward, wrapping you in his arms as you started to cry, "I just want things to be like they were when we first started dating. You treat me like a chore now."

You spent hours in his arms, crying and spilling your heart out to him. Even Chrollo had shed a few tears, promising to make things better.

"I'm sorry about what I said earlier, about you joining the troupe," he muttered, breaking the silence. "I'd never want you in that sort of danger because you felt like it was the only option."

A moment passed

"..and for calling you a bitch."

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deathnotescenarios · 3 years

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What makes the adult trio’s s/o interesting? What made them fall in love with them?

I like this idea, anon!

Illumi

For Illumi, it was his s/o's emotions. They were bouncing off the walls one second and the next they were huddled in a corner crying, and the very next time he turned around, they were smiling again. He didn't understand how someone could be so sensitive, while at the same time not give a flying fu** what other people think.

Hisoka

For Hisoka, it was his s/o's strength, and the fact that they were still growing in ability. He was amused by how able they were at anything. He especially loved their nen abilities, whatever they may be. He also loves how his s/o pretends to not like him in public, it all adds to the game.

Chrollo

For Chrollo it was his s/o's smarts. He loved having someone who he could bounce ideas off of. The fact that his s/o loves to read as well is something he adores. He loves that he can talk to you without having to wonder if you understood him or not.

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shirophantomvox · 3 years

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How Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo would react to their S/O in the hospital

Hi, anon! You are welcome to join my Discord Server if you are a fan of Hxh, Voltron, or both! I promise this is a safe environment! This is an interesting topic for sure! To the other anon(s), I am working on your request! This will contain both fluff and angst. I forgot to include Leorio in this, so I’ll include him in the next HxH post. You’ll have to forgive me, I have 2 more requests in my inbox and I am not feeling the best. I just got my second Covid shot and it is hurting like hell. Nevertheless, I encourage you all to get your shot if you can. I will be on this site one and off and I should be on it for real next week. I have run out of ideas to write and I began to think I was annoying people with my HxH content (no one said this I just assumed). This post has 1974 words. After these requests are finished, I plan on doing a character analysis for Leorio.

Anyway, let’s get into the post!

We’ll start with Hisoka this time.

Hisoka

In all honesty, this man has heard of a hospital (since he sends a lot of people to it after fights) but has never been in one.

The signs, floors, staircase numbers, and elevators all confuse him. He has only been in one once when he was a kid and has never been again.

He isn’t a social butterfly in this setting because this is a professional establishment and not a college party. Asking for directions takes quite a toll on him because of his established pride. You know guys act when they want to find a destination on their own and will go miles out of the way instead of just asking for direction.

He doesn’t talk to anyone; all he wants to do is find you and make sure you are alright.

He is the tallest person in the freight elevator. So tall that everyone at turns to look at him at once for at least 10 seconds and turn back around surprised.

“How tall is he,” one of the nurses ask.

“Tall enough to be my house!”

This annoys him. He takes out the Joker card and lays it against his thigh but realizes he cannot make any hasty decisions. His bloodlust was activated merely out of irritation and not by threat. You were on his mind and destroying these worthless humans wasn’t an option for today.

He approached the guest desk and waited for about 2 minutes before he was acknowledged.

“May I help you,” a smug receptionist asked. Wow, these people do not know who they’re talking to.

“I’m here to see y/n.”

“Y/n is in room 345. Go down the hall and to the right all the way down.”

This man nearly ran with a quickness! His jester shoes somehow made the floor shake as he ran.

You were awake, eating the horrible food the hospital provided and watching TV. It seemed like you were doing ok, but you had just been in a car accident. Your arms and right leg were still sore. It was so bad that you’d be fine with Hisoka carrying you everywhere.

When you two are alone in serious public places, he doesn’t play games or tricks. He is often portrayed as a ruthless man, but in settings like this, he places the jokes and games aside for later. When he enters your room, he is silent for 30 seconds. Much too long. He was shocked; he walked around your hospital bed, pulled up a chair, and stared at your cast. It had many names written on it.

“Yes, I am ok.”

“I apologize for not being there for you,” he began to say.

“Shh… it’s ok. This is life. It hurts like hell, but I’m a trooper!”

Admiring your cast and its multiple fonts of handwriting and messages, he grabbed a sharpie marker, wrote his name, with a heart and spade next to it. Surprisingly, his cursive was very neat and legible.

“I didn’t know you knew how to write in cursive! Why don’t you write me letters?”

“I see you every day and it hurts my hand.”

The doctor wouldn’t be in for another 1 ½ hours, so Hisoka used your thigh as a pillow as he took a nap. He had been up for countless nights thinking about you. He was screwing up so bad, Chrollo let him leave early.

“As soon as your better, we will fight again. I won’t go easy on you. You won’t be in the hospital but you get the jest.”

Illumi

Illumi isn’t the type of man to overreact in these types of situations. When you both agreed to date each other, you knew you all were tough cookies. You were aware of the dangers of dating an assassin and he knew about the dangers of dating a bounty hunter. People hated you both and you targeted.

One night you both were caught in a vulnerable state. While you both enjoyed chocolate milkshakes at a laid-back 1950’s styled diner, two men were previously thrown out for fighting. While your back was turned one of those men shot your arm, causing you to carelessly throw your body to the ground due to impact.

While everyone else was screaming, Illumi jumped to the ground and tied his hair tie around your arm to temporarily stop the bleeding.

“Illu, why does it feel cold in here,” you managed to breathe out.

His heart dropped to his stomach for the first time in history.

“Don’t say things like that!”

Illumi is already horrible at displaying emotions, but all he could do is frown in fear. Once the EMS came barling in, he demanded that he ride with you.

Illumi hadn’t experienced anything like this since Killua had been injured when he fell from a tree.

You and he were separated when you were rushed into surgery leaving him alone in the waiting room.

When Illumi is stressed and cannot properly display how he feels, he tends to act in “odd” ways.

He begins to furiously turn pages in magazines or bother the receptions every 2 minutes about the status of your surgery. When the woman finally says that you’re still alive, he tones it down a little.

Illumi is open to conforming advice from strangers; he has been receiving it secretly from strangers. Since Silva was busy abusing him, he often found comfort from “the streets”.

He has a bad habit of pacing back and forth and fidgeting in his seat while horrific images fill his mind. All he has seen is pain and even though he was used to it, he didn’t want you to go through it as well.

While sitting in his seat (finally!) and head in his lap, doubled over indescribable sorrow, a little girl walks up to him with her hands folded and a doll under her arms. Illumi feels her presence and looks up. The girl’s curly hair covered her endearing eyes and her smile is wide.

“They’ll be alright. I just know they will,” turning around returning to her mother, the girl said with confidence.

On cue, Illumi placed his hand over his heart, smiling just a little.

He walked quickly to your room once you were out of surgery.

His speed walk mimics one of a soldier; his left arm in since with his right leg. His shoes echoed throughout the hall.

As soon as he enters the room, he shuts the door harder than usual and gives you a tight embrace. This surprises you! You’re lucky if he lays his head on your shoulder!

Illumi had been working out lately. He wanted to beat you in the “squish the melon” contest. He is very competitive and even if he lost, that doesn’t hurt his ego. Not in the slightest. Since it was just the both of you alone, he bends down to hug you tight, so tight that your face is squished against his.

This behavior is only surprising because he usually doesn’t coddle you even when you get hurt, but this time he realized that you could have died from the gunshot wound.

After that he kissed your forehead and almost simultaneously the doctor barreled in just missing the sweet moment between you and your beau.

Chrollo

When Chrollo is holding meetings with the Phantom Troupe, he always appears to be neutral. That is very important. A leader has to show strength even through the worst/hurtful times of their lives.

Chrollo had gotten a call from Nobunaga that you had gotten hurt on a mission and had actually gotten captured by the enemy. Phinks was able to get you back but you suffered horrible injuries.

This is protocol; they do this for any of the members. The troupe was oblivious to the fact that you and Chrollo were dating. They thought you were here to replace Uvo.

In situations like this, he is calm on the outside but screaming on the inside. Common sense will tell you if you are startled by the news you’ve just received and you begin to drive, you could cause more harm on the way to your destination.

Chrollo is very silent; he doesn’t call to check on your status or anything; he would rather see it for himself.

You were a trooper! After all, you are dating a dangerous robber.

Chrollo already knew what room you were in so he just went.

“I knew I should have kept y/n by my side. Y/n insisted on doing my dirty work that they almost died! How foolish could I have been?” He constantly cursed himself for letting his guard down with you.

He always gave you room to think and complete your own tasks but he can’t help his protective nature; one he has for the troupe but times 10.

His childhood friends had been shot by law enforcers, his home was horrific, and the last thing he needed was for you to be gone. You were keeping him afloat in society.

When he opened the door, Phinks was sitting in a chair, one leg over the other, laughing at a TikTok video.

Nobunaga on the other hand was watching the world news and seemed invested that he didn’t hear Chrollo enter the room. Once they both saw, they stood to their feet.

“Y/n is ok boss. They suffered a few cuts and burns, but they're breathing.”

Chrollo’s straight face remained as he stared at you.

Chrollo’s silence is something the troupe has internalized as a sign of anger, rage, or both. When he didn’t speak and just stared, everyone knew that their next mission was going to be a brutal one.

Chrollo is a man that isn’t afraid to express how he feels. He could cry right now if he wanted to and no one would dare laugh at him or insult him. After all, Nobunaga cried when he realized Uvo was dead.

Nobunaga and Phinks excused themselves as they saw him place his hand over his mouth.

Once the door closed, He pulled up the chair, grabbed your hand, and gently squeezed it. His warmth woke you up instantly and you turned your head. You winced in pain causing Chrollo to jump from his seat, moving to your right side so you wouldn’t turn your head too much.

“I’m glad you're alive, darling. What were you doing putting yourself in danger? Feitan could have handled the beast!”

He isn’t trying to doubt your ability to fight, he’s just concerned for your safety. Even so, why would he insist that you join the spiders?

A tear dropped from his face as he silently kissed your hand three times. You smiled warmly and placed your right left hand on top of his.

“I am fine, boss. You need not worry. I’m a trooper, remember?”

He placed your hand against his dry cheek and continued to kiss it. You were his lifeline and he wanted to spend every moment with you.

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corpseblouse · 3 years

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dancing queen - chrollo lucilfer

warnings: sfw + brief finger sucking (couldn’t help myself) + soft chrollo :)

includes: chrollo + reader

word count: 1.8k

a/: hey! i’m back i think, i’ve been thinking about this for days when i first added this song to a chrollo playlist i was making (lmk if you want the link ;)) and it just... made me so happy and giddy i HAD to write about it

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chrollo is stoic by nature, finding it hard to show anything but strength in front of the troupe members. he lives off the idea that people rely on him, especially the ones he loves.

he’s different around you, though.

it’s obvious that he’s his most vulnerable when around you, often laying his burdens on you when he cannot bear the weight any longer.

he lays his head across your lap, eyes softly shut as your hands run through his loose tresses. he talks for hours, making it obvious that he takes pride in what he and the rest of the members do. they’re his pride and joy, aside from you, of course.

he always feels bad for rambling about the troupe all the time. despite your constant reassurance, he can’t shake the idea that you’re bored of him.

his head lays heavy in your lap, long hairs tickling the outsides of your plush thighs. you feel a slow breath of air release from his mouth, it’s warm against your clothed stomach and you relish the feeling.

“tell me about your day, my love.” his arms wrap around your waist, trying to pull you impossibly closer.

“nothing happened at all, now tell me more about your mission!” you giggle, gliding your blunt nails against his scalp.

his gray eyes stare up at you, searching for any sign of annoyance. he knows you enjoy his rambling, but can’t help but feel bad for letting it go on so long. you’re the only person he can stomach being vulnerable with, you give off a comforting energy that he can’t help but absorb whenever you’re around him. as if you’re the key and he’s the lock, needing you whenever he wants to open up.

“come on, get up,” he jumps up quickly, hair falling flat against his forehead. you stay stuck in your spot, admiring his stature. you couldn’t help but blush at his shirtless figure staring back at you, eyes almost boring into your soul.

“come on.” he emphasizes, grabbing your arm and pulling you up, flush against your body. his warmth radiates around your own. his shirtless torso is pressed against your clothed one. you lay your head flat against his chest, cherishing his supple skin against your cheek.

he pulls away from you, eliciting an audible whine from your throat. you raise your head and catch his gaze, his hand raises towards your chin and grasps it lightly.

his large calloused fingers are rough to the touch, in comparison to your smooth skin. his thumb lightly caresses your lower lip, “just wait a second, pretty girl. can you wait for me?” he teases, slowly inserting the tip of his finger inside of your mouth. your lips loosely enclose around his thumb, tongue swiping the tip.

you nod your head, meeting his eyes again. the moment was intimate, the tension in the air was thick, and you both were in a trance-like state, always in awe with one another.

he slips his thumb out of your mouth and walks over to the record player. you see him fiddle around with the many records you two collected, before finally picking one and popping it inside.

as he lowers the needle, you start to hear the tune of dancing queen by gabba play. you laugh loudly, knowing it’s something the both of you enjoy dancing to. it often plays on loop as you guys glide across the floor of your shared bedroom, lost in a trance of each other’s energy.

“may i have this dance, m’lady?” chrollo bows, pushing his hand out offering it to you.

“of course my kind sir.” you joke, lightly placing your hand in his and wrapping your fingers around his large ones.

he twirls you towards him, holding you tightly against him as you land into his chest. you’re still bellowing over with laughter with your eyes squinted and mouth open in a wide grin. he can’t help but admire you for the umpteenth time that night.

your infectious laugh elicited his own, grip tightening so you both won’t fall over. “okay, come on let’s dance!” you yell out stepping back and pulling him along with you.

you both continue to glide across the room, doubling over with laughter and remaining close together. the song brings out something in chrollo that the two of you have noticed before. he becomes light on his feet and he becomes bright enough to light up an entire room. it’s as if a light switches on inside of him and he’s able to let go for once.

he becomes sentimental in this moment too, he takes the time to admire how beautiful you are. how your eyes twinkle the slightest bit when you look at him. a slight tint of pink adorns the apples of your cheeks, as if you’re almost flustered with how close the two of you remain.

moments like these is when he realizes how much he adores you.

he takes note of the way certain moments you make bring butterflies to his stomach, almost making his knees buckle. your bubbly laugh constantly fills his ears, painfully filling his heart with an overflowing love for you, and only you. he can’t bear to look at anyone else the way he looks at you, and you couldn’t bear to see it either.

the feeling is mutual on your end, also. you see his pupils grow larger in size, dilating as he stares into yours. you can feel his radiating adoration for you, and you can’t get enough of it. you feel drunk off of it, slightly swaying side to side in his arms as the song continues to play on repeat.

by the end of the night, the both of you end up on the floor, exhausted from hours of dancing. your abdomen becomes sore from the never ending laughter that filled the both of you, it’s a feeling you can never get enough of, no matter how much it hurts.

your head lays in his lap this time, an intimate position the both of you enjoy being in. chrollo’s rough fingers stroke your cheek, continuing to desire skin on skin contact with you. your eyes fall shut, falling asleep under his delicate touch.

chrollo’s back stays leaned against the wall as he stares down at you. god you looked beautiful even as you slept, you looked beautiful in all forms. his head tilts back, eyes shifted towards the high ceiling.

he was falling… hard.

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kim-miri · 3 years

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HALF(have a little fun) pt. i

→ Sayomi Zoldyck is the eldest child and twin sister to Illumi, of the renowned Zoldyck family of assassins. At the age of ten she’s taken away to Meteor City by her mother, Kikyo Zoldyck, unbeknownst to the rest of the family, as well as newborn Killua, and left to fend for herself. This is the story of the long-lost Zoldyck and those she becomes acquainted with, all while she just wants to have a little fun.

» part one / ?

» pairing: eventually - chrollo x oc x feat. hisoka

» warnings: swearing, blood/violence

» a/n: helloo~ this is my first write ever, and it’ll probably be a pretty long series. I’m also balancing school and a part-time job so forgive me for slow updates! If you’re reading this, thank you so much for showing interest and please leave comments below with your inputs!

» word count: 2,726

☾ i.

Name: Sayomi Zoldyck 小夜美 | "小" is small | "夜" is night | "美" is beauty |

Hair color: White

Eye Color: Purple

Nen: Manipulator (same exact abilities as Illumi)

Abilities: Same as Illumi Zoldyck - Body Alteration, Hypnotic Spell, Corpse Control, Needle People, Katana

☾ part i: a backstory(1/2)

Deep within the Zoldyck estate, Kikyo and Silva Zoldyck celebrated the birth of their first children with rare smiles decorating their faces. They were twins, a boy and a girl, but they could not have been more opposite of each other.

The boy whom they chose to name Illumi, had mysterious, onyx black eyes and had not cried nor struggled upon being brought into the world. This led the Zoldycks to worry whether the baby was healthy or not, but were reassured by the midwives and doctor that he was indeed completely healthy, despite the baby’s odd lack of expression.

The girl, who was about 20 minutes older than the boy was a complete contrasting image of the former child. They named her Sayomi. Sayomi had striking violet eyes and brilliant white hair, mirroring both those of her father. Unlike her twin, she had done the whole newborn baby shenanigan with a piercing cry and thrashed about in Kikyo’s arms upon being held.

Thus, began the new generation of the Zoldyck family.

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The twins began training at the age of 4, and it was harsh, brutal training fit for the next line of Zoldyck assassins.

Though deep down Silva and Kikyo loved their children, on the surface, they viewed their children as the ones who would eventually replace them and carry on the Zoldyck legacy. And in order to do so, the training they put their children through was all too necessary for the sake of their futures.

Yet, however painful or exhausting the training would be, Illumi and Sayomi found ways to make it bearable with each other’s company.

It could be their little races to the training yard each morning, stepping on each other’s feet under the dinner table, or even pranking some of the butlers.

In a way, they were able to balance each other out, much like two halves of a whole. With Illumi’s lack of expression and Sayomi’s affectionate nature, it was a mystery to those around them of how they were able to grow to be inseparable.

As the twins’ training progressed and the years went by, it was time to awaken their Nen abilities.

Silva and Zeno had requested that the now 7 year-olds meet in the courtyard today instead of their regular training, where they would now be categorized into the different types of Nen.

Illumi and Sayomi sat side by side on a bench in the courtyard in wait of Silva and Zeno, playing with their needles to pass the time.

The black-haired twin flicked his wrist faster than the eye could see, sending the needle between his fingers to go flying and hit a bird mid-flight right in the butt.

Watching the poor bird plummet to the ground in front of them, the twin girl’s violet eyes brightened and crinkled at the edges as she laughed out loud at her brother’s ‘choice’ of aim, falling to the ground while clutching her sides.

A slight shade of pink dusted Illumi’s cheeks as his sister teased his needle-throw, before huffing and turning the other way. He swore it had been on purpose, but was immediately shut down by his sister’s obnoxiously loud giggling.

Silva and Zeno approached from a distance and couldn’t help but smile at the view in front of them.

Sayomi was rolling around in the grass with laughter, her melodious voice echoing throughout the courtyard, while Illumi sat cross-armed with a blush threatening to spread across his otherwise pale face.

It was a scene that seemed to reoccur often between the twins, their starkly different personalities showing through clear as day.

Zeno stifled a laugh at the bird which now lied dead approximately 3-feet from where they stood, one of Illumi’s needles sticking out from its rear. Regaining his composure, Zeno called out for the twins.

“Sayomi! Illumi!”

Sayomi looked up from where she laid on the grass, immediately moving to sit next to her brother once again.

In Zeno and Silva’s hands, each was a glass of water filled exactly to the brim. It was amazing how steadily the two senior assassins could move, the water remaining still in either cup.

The time had finally come where the twins would awaken and discover their Nen.

Setting the glasses down on a table in the middle of the courtyard, Silva gestured for the twins to take a seat across from them before beginning his explanation.

The twins sat down with caution, curious of the sudden change in training plans, and Silva delved into the history and power of Nen along with its importance.

Having officially bored the twins into a state of drowsiness, Silva decided to cut to the chase. “Today both of you will figure out where you belong in the spectrum of Nen users, and you will both leave here with more power than you’ve ever wielded before.”

This caught the attention of both kids, simultaneously perking up to the word “power”.

“This is called the Water Divination Test.” Silva gestured to the glasses of water placed in front of the twins.

A leaf was placed in both of the glasses, floating still upon the surfaces of water.

Zeno continued the explanation, describing what would occur. “It’s a Shingen Ryu screening tool used for classifying aura. You will place your hands on either side of the glass with the utmost focus and your abilities will be revealed by what happens.”

After a short demonstration, the twins were up to the test, eager to know which category of Nen they would belong to.

Sitting up straight in their seats, the twins raised their hands to their respective glasses and focused all their energy into the glassed of water in front of them.

Sayomi was the first to get a reaction, as the leaf floating in the water twitched and spun in circles.

She exclaimed at the sudden movement, excitedly looking up at Silva and Zeno who beamed with pride. Both adults had hidden their shock at the girl’s raw power, causing the leaf not only to twitch but spin rapidly.

It was a short-lived moment, as everyone’s attention was brought to Illumi’s leaf doing exactly the same, spinning in the other direction within the water.

Illumi cocked his head curiously at the movement, not showing as much enthusiasm as his twin. Zeno and Silva nodded in approval and the twins shared a smile as they listened in to the capabilities of their Nen category.

The twins were manipulators, Zeno explained. “Manipulators are argumentative and logical. They advance at their own pace and tend to want to keep their families and loved ones safe. On the other hand, when it comes to pursuing their own goals, they do not listen to what others might have to say about it.”

☾ i.

Life or death situations almost every day that consisted of torture-training, sparring, and even shadowing butlers at work or senior assassins on missions for a good 3 years brought the twins to their current state.

At the age of 10, Sayomi and Illumi were full-fledged and elite Zoldyck assassins. And to top it off, came the birth of Killua, the twins’ new younger brother, who would soon become Sayomi’s biggest weakness.

From the moment Killua was born, the elders sensed an overwhelming aura radiating off of the newborn, that screamed killer and powerful.

However, all Sayomi could see were the uncanny similarities between the baby and herself.

Brilliant white hair, slanted, bright blue eyes, that looked like her own violet ones, and above all, a wide, gleeful smile. Killua’s smile, although a baby, felt more genuine than any smile she had received in her entire life, and the warm sensation that spread throughout her body made her take another look at her younger brother’s sleeping face.

She was absolutely fascinated by how similar the baby could look to herself, and decided to herself then and there that she would forever protect Killua at all costs.

☾ i.

On the other hand, the twins were already on the job, taking clients and bringing enough success to spread rumours about the new generation of Zoldycks.

Sayomi was on her fifth client when she finally ran into a situation that caused her to hinder from the job.

Her target was an 18 year old girl, the daughter of the CEO that had backstabbed her client. But her age wasn’t what bothered Sayomi. It was what she’d saw while hiding in the shadows of the girl’s suite room.

From the cabinet of which she hid behind, Sayomi couldn’t help but feel a strong disdain to herself as she watched her clueless target without a sound.

The 18-year old brunette that identified as her target laughed giddily as she twirled around with a toddler in her arms. The baby let out cries of joy that seemed to pierce through Sayomi’s heart like daggers as she thought of little Killua.

The girl almost seemed like a reflection of herself, and the innocence of the situation made Sayomi’s shoulders slump as she looked at herself in disgust.

What was she thinking?

There’s no way she would be able to kill a target if she began to sympathize with them. She was supposed to be impartial, cold-blooded and cold-hearted like the rest of her family. But Sayomi was ashamed of herself, to say the least, and she wouldn’t, no, couldn’t go through with the job.

Carefully turning from her spot behind the wall, she used her stealth and speed to exit the suite back through the balcony all within a split second, before the target could notice the slight breeze left in Sayomi’s trail.

Wasting no time, she jumped down back into the balcony of her client’s room directly below, landing with the soft patter of her boots upon cement.

Walking into her client’s room without a second glance to the expectant man, she muttered under her breath that she couldn’t take out the target and continued to leave before he could process the situation.

☾ i.

Sayomi’s client had notified Kikyo of her daughter’s inability to accomplish the hit later that day, leaving her fuming with anger and embarrassment towards her eldest child.

Upon Sayomi’s return that night, Kikyo was already waiting, arms crossed and whip in hand. In a state of mindlessness, Sayomi feet led her to trudge quietly into one of the empty stone cells, ready to accept her punishment.

Kikyo scoffed at her daughter’s actions and followed the 10 year-old into the cell, knuckles turning white with her grip on the handle of the whip.

With Zeno and Silva out on their own missions, no one was around to bail Sayomi out of her mother’s wrath, and the torture lasted longer than usual with Sayomi’s refusal to answer any of Kikyo’s questions.

Kikyo was merciless, hitting Sayomi left and right until her hands bled from the grip, blinded by rage and shame.

Sayomi self-consciously endured the hits, mind blank as her body transitioned into survival mode with her lips shut tight as blood began to run down her body pooling at her feet.

She didn’t regret her decisions, however, and only let a few stray tears slip out when she thought about Killua’s smile again and his future that would very much match her own.

Though it was betrayal to think this way, she hoped he would escape.

☾ i.

When Sayomi had woken the next day to the sound of sprinklers running in the garden, she found her wounds bandaged meticulously, along with a note next to her head.

It read: “You were brave to stand against mother. But remember our purpose and don’t be stupid. - Illumi”.

Sayomi had grimaced both at the note’s contents and the pain that shot up her body as she moved to get out of bed.

She made a mental note to thank Illumi later for carrying her back to her room and set out to the training yard.

Breaking out into a jog towards the yard, Sayomi rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and attempted to tie her hair back while she picked up the pace. She winced visibly just thinking about having to train with her wounds still fresh and let out a defeated sigh as the yard came into view.

Arriving at the training yard, Sayomi’s jogging came to an abrupt stop as she saw her mother was standing with Illumi instead of their regular instructor.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Sayomi walked briskly towards Illumi and her mother keeping her head low and eyes trained on the grass beneath her feet.

Lifting her head the slightest bit to sneak a peek at Illumi, she faltered as his eyes were trained towards the distance behind their mother, unable to read his emotions.

Kikyo finally spoke up, breaking the heavy silence that had fallen upon the three Zoldycks. “Today’s training will be a little different. It’s become apparent that we haven’t been toughening up you kids enough, so for today’s session, the two of you will fight each other until either can no longer continue. A lesson about showing mercy.”

Sayomi’s head whipped up towards her mother and then Illumi. “But father said we should never harm each other unless a mission is at stake!”

Kikyo slapped her daughter across the face and her voice showed no sympathy as she spoke. “Sayomi, dear. Don’t you think you’ve acted out enough by now?”

Sayomi only blinked a few times, ignoring the stinging sensation on her right cheek as she looked at Illumi once again.

He hadn’t moved an inch, his black eyes unwavering as Sayomi’s violet ones searched his face for any signs of emotion. There was nothing.

The twins walked out to face each other in front of their mother, waiting for the other to initiate an attack. It was a battle of nerves, as much as it was the reluctance to fight one another.

From where he stood, Illumi’s needles were untouched from their spot on his waist belt, as were Sayomi’s strapped to her upper left arm and thigh. It was a silent agreement made between the twins, neither wanting to deal more damage than would already have to be done.

Both Sayomi and Illumi knew there was no getting out of the situation, and with the meeting of their eyes, the match began.

Illumi’s right hand clenched into a fist as he swung aiming to uppercut Sayomi in the jaw, making the first move.

Sayomi had lept back instantly, before dodging another flurry of kicks and punches sent her way. She had decided well before the match began that she wouldn’t retaliate Illumi’s attacks even it meant losing.

She knew Illumi wouldn’t go as far as to make her suffer, so her plan was to put on a show for her mother until she deemed she would be satisfied. This way, only one of them had to get hurt.

As the gap between Illumi and Sayomi continued to close in, Sayomi found herself taking hits left and right, unable to defend against everything.

A critical, hard kick to the side, several hits to the face, and an orbital fracture dealt to her right eye was what finally led to Sayomi’s fall.

Bunches of brilliant white hair strayed from her once neat ponytail as Sayomi fell to her knees, incapable of continuing on with the fight.

With the blood pounding in her ears, Sayomi barely made out her mother’s furious words of which caused her to shut her eyes in wait. “Illumi! Do it now! Use your needles to teach that disgrace a lesson!”

She waited. 1, 2, 3 seconds and opened her eyes to the scene unfolding in front of her.

For the first time in a while, Illumi’s face gave away to his emotions as he shouted back against his mother.

His eyes were full of rage and hate as he continued to shout, and though she couldn’t make out the exact words he was using, Sayomi’s heart twinged at the sight of her normally obedient brother taking a stand against their mother.

The edges of her vision were blurry, and she found it hard to keep her head up as the scene began to spin in front of her, right before the ground lurched to the right from under her causing her to fall forward into darkness.

☾ i.

to be continued.

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samwise-writes · 3 years

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A Promise

This is a one-shot I wrote after many a discussion with @crocwork-clockodile about HxH. Chrollo has to be one of the most fascinating characters in the show for me - and I am an absolute simp for him. Why is he so pretty?? Anyways, this is the first and second meeting my OC has with Chrollo, and the interactions that ensue.

Serena meets many strange people on a day to day basis. Interacting with odd individuals is an occupational hazard when you run a Curio and Antique shop that sources most of its wares from Hunters, that also functions as a communications center for said Hunters. However, the man that walks in on a particularily quiet morning seemed stranger than most. She just couldn't put her finger on why.

(CROSS-POSTED TO MY AO3)

The first time he walked into the shop, mentally, she was put off balance because he was so pretty. The bandage that was wrapped around his forehead, dark locks hanging loosely above, did nothing to diminish the beauty that was traced through the angular facial features and the intelligent gleam in his large grey eyes.

She blinked once, and the momentary appreciation moved into irritation. He looked like he belonged in one of the etchings of classical heroes from a rare book that had recently come across her counter. Too pretty.

The man (a walking piece of art, more like it, she scoffed in her head), paused in the doorway of the little shop and looked around before his eyes came to land on her.

“Welcome” she breathed out softly, voice pitched low, as though she was attempting to maintain the silence that had hung heavy over the little shop for the last few hours.

It was his turn to blink at her, and for a moment she felt as though he was sizing her up. It was gone in an instant and the fleeting look of calculation slipped behind a small smile that only lit up the stranger’s handsome features even more. He took a few steps further into the store, hands in the pockets of his slacks.

“Hello, I was hoping you could help me find something in particular,” his voice was smooth, a note of warmth that seemed to attempt to draw her in, to encourage her to listen.

She cautiously returned the stranger’s smile.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place.”

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The second time he walked into the shop, his intentions were drastically different than the ones he had arrived with upon his first visit.

She had surprised him – despite the vast network that she seemed to work with, in both Hunter and non-Hunter circles, there had been very little that the Troupe could dig up on the owner of the little shop. She had innumerable connections; and yet, there seemed to be a great deal of loyalty and trust in those connections. He entered the shop the first to get information on the woman and to get a better feel of the physical layout – she had recently come into possession of a rare artifact that Chrollo wanted. Normally, he would have simply sent some of the others to get a read on the place and the target, but the lack of information had intrigued him. Enough that he desired to see the mysterious “Data Broker” (as she was sometimes called), for himself. He hadn’t expected to be met with a young woman around his age, with a soft voice, curious eyes, and an incredibly well-controlled aura. He left with more information than he had entered her little shop with, but… with less than he wanted to know.

So here he was again, stepping over the threshold of the little antiques and oddities shop, and was met with the sight of her perched behind the counter, a book in one hand. She was so wrapped up in whatever she was reading she hadn’t even heard him enter. It was a leather-bound book, and as much as he would have liked to know what the text was, he couldn’t quite see what was scrawled on the cover. After about three seconds she looked up at him with a start.

She sensed me, Chrollo thought to himself in surprise – he wasn’t often surprised. She blinked in what seemed like surprise herself, before placing a bookmark between the pages and folding her hands over the closed book in her lap.

“You’ve returned.” She sounded pleased.

Chrollo quirked a brow at the woman “Was I not supposed to?”

She laughed at that – it had a nice ring to it, the sound clamoured among the shelves and display cases. “Oh no, not at all. It's just, usually, I can get a pretty good read on people and whether or not they’ll be back. You…” She lifted one hand and gestured towards him, “…You not so much.”

As her hand fell back to its place in her lap, he took a few steps forward and leaned against the counter: the foot and a half of polished wood the only thing separating them.

“You mentioned some texts the last time I was here, and I was hoping to, perhaps, see them?” He paused, eyes trailing down from her face, her neck, to her shoulders and arm, and finally down to her folded hands, “You seemed quite enthralled with that one there, though, may I ask what you’re reading?” His eyes returned to her face, to find a soft pink tint spreading across freckled cheeks.

“Oh… ah,” She cleared her throat and pushed her hair behind her right ear, a habit that he had categorized on his last visit as a nervous tick, “This,” she patted the book in her lap, “is nothing special. Certainly not as interesting as the texts we spoke about…” She hopped off the stool she was perched on and placed the book down beside her, she moved to step around the counter, intending to lead Chrollo over to the small library she had in the shop. However, in the seconds that it took for her to come around to the front of the counter, Chrollo had snapped up the novel she had been reading.

“The Princess Bride,” He read the title aloud, eyes slowly rising to meet hers – he had quirked his brow again, but this time mirth seemed to flit across his face. Her fingers twitched, fighting off the urge to snatch the book back from the customer. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“Fiction,” She bit out, “a story I am familiar with from my childhood. I return to it every once and a while.” She held out a hand in the space between them waiting for him to return the book to her. She didn’t mean to come across as curt, but he seemed oddly persistent about her novel and she couldn’t figure out why.

She was fighting off irritation - simply stating that it was a story from her childhood already felt as though she was sharing too much information about herself. Usually, she was so careful. But something about this man seemed to catch her off guard. He observed her reactions, taking in her facial expression which moments ago was easy to read was now a passive blank.

Interesting.

“Well,” he started, gently placing the book in her outstretched hand, “You wouldn’t happen to have another copy of that here, would you?”

She almost scoffed, thinking he was joking, but he continued observing her with his steady gaze, no sign of laughter within.

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She was confused, to say the least.

What was that?

The handsome stranger ended up purchasing the rare texts that she had mentioned to him the last time, as well as an extra copy she had lying around of The Princess Bride. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that. It felt like such an odd encounter – but then again, perhaps she was overreacting.

She had rung him up and packed the books for him, and as she handed them over, she had shaken her head softly, a wry smile spreading across her features.

“I hope you enjoy these…” She trailed off realizing that despite having interacted with the man twice now, she still didn’t know his name.

“Chrollo” he offered up, taking the books from her, “And I fully intend to…” He mimicked the pause that had followed her words, looking at her expectantly.

“Serena.”

He gave her the soft smile that he had the first time he entered her shop – only this time, something about it felt much more genuine.

“Well, I fully intend to, Serena, thank you.”

He turned and made his way back to the entrance, and just as she was resuming the position she had been in when he entered, he turned around with what almost seemed like a teasing air, the smile still spread across his handsome features. He waited until she met his eyes before speaking again: “Oh, and in case you still don’t have a read on me,” his smile grew wider, “You’ll be seeing me again.”

With that, Chrollo turned on his heel and exited the shop without further sound.

Serena remained frozen in place, staring at the door Chrollo had just exited through.

She wasn’t sure why, but the promise in his parting words had almost sounded like a threat.

#chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x oc #hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh x oc #chrollo #hxh fanfic #adult trio #murder mans #shut up sabrina #my writing

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lunariasilver · 3 years

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The Virtuoso Masterlist

Hunter x Hunter Story

Summary

Ivela was the apple of her family's eyes. Emphasis on the word was. The moment that Killua was born, she was always second best. The spare. In case he died. You know.

Of course, that was fine with Ivela. She knew how to deal with her problems. It wasn't long before she had a plan on how to deal with her Killua problem. She was going to give him a fantastic birthday present... Unfortunately, it didn't work out. It was okay though, Ivela was nothing if not a good sport. Besides, she...felt a little guilty about it. Her family wasn't pleased with her, and banned her to Meteor City under threat of death if she were to ever leave. Naturally, leaving was unthinkable. Although, the longer she stayed, the more the place grew on her....and the more she found herself wanting to disobey the last order her family had ever given her.

Chapters

Prologue

Chapter 1 - Meteor City I

Chapter 2 - Meteor City II

Chapter 3 - Meteor City III

Chapter 4 - Meteor City IV

Extras

Ivela’s First Twitter Post

Ivela if she was never banished - Portrait

Stardew Valley Au

#Ivela Zoldyck #The Virtuoso #Chrollo x OC #Chrollo Lucilfer x OC #Chrollo #Chrollo x Reader

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gothhisoka · 3 years

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My wonderful friend @tchtsukki on tiktok made this trailer for my fanfic, Hunter University!! It’s a dark academia university AU with Chrollo x oc. You can find additional details here.

#chrollo #hunter x hunter #hunterxhunter fanfic #hxh fanfic #hisoka #adult trio #hunter university #hxh #chrollo x oc #chrollo fanfic #chrollo lucilfer

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gotheku · 3 years

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SELF INSERT SELF INSERT SELF INSERT i love my man so much 👰💖

#digital art #hunter x hunter #original character #self insert #hxh oc #chrollo lucilfer #kuroro lucilfer #chrollo x oc #art #fake screenshot #fake screencap #digiral art #hxh

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cherryskyies · 3 years

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Thank you for the quick answer! 🙇

Okay, so...oof, it's gonna be hard to choose 😅 Chrollo (of course 😅💕) with prompts 8. "The idea of marriage never appealed to me, until I met you, of course.", 14. "I've spent countless nights telling the moon about you." and 26. "Are you really going to make me say it?" "Yes." "Fine, I love you. Happy now?" - if there's any inspiration for all or any of them together?

If not, even one of them is fine, I just know the result's going to be great regardless and I'm really excited about it 😍 (I'm such a sucker for soft and sweet Chrollo 😂)

Thank you very much and have a great day/night! 🤗

Marry me

I'm sorry this took me a few days. I'm so used to writing for Hisoka, that I kept having to go back and change things because I'd get their personalities mixed 🤺.

Anyway, I ended up only doing 2 because I couldn't get the inspiration to add the 3rd one. I just couldn't make it fit.

#8: "The idea of marriage never appealed to me, until I met you, of course."

#14: "I've spent countless nights telling the moon about you "

The prompts will be in bold writing.

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"What are you doing out here all alone?" You asked Chrollo, appearing behind him on the balcony. "It's cold out, you'll get sick if you don't go back inside."

Chrollo remained silent, staring at the night sky. The cold didn't bother him, neither did the snowflakes landing on his skin and in his hair.

"Chro-"

"I've spent countless nights telling the moon about you," He said, cutting you off. "I'm not sure how I got so lucky to have someone like you."

It may have been dark, but Chrollo could still see the faint blush on your face. You were absolutely beautiful, he's not sure how he has lived this long without you by his side.

You smiled, placing your face in the crook of his neck as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

The only light provided was the moon and the faint glow of the city, but it was more than enough for Chrollo to admire you in.

"I feel like I should be saying that," you responded, leaving a soft kiss on his neck.

"No," Chrollo started, resting his chin on top of your head. "If anything, you deserve someone better than me - but don't take that as an invitation to leave me," he said, laughing.

You laughed with him, the idea of you leaving him sounded silly, "I could never."

"If you could go back and choose not to date me, would you?" Chrollo asked, curious as to what your answer would be.

If you had asked him, he'd simply laugh in your face and think you were joking.

"No," you didn't hesitate to answer. "If anything, I'd go back so we could have started dating sooner."

Things fell silent after that, both of you enjoying each other's presence.

You moved your head to study the sky, hoping to catch a shooting star to wish upon - the wish being for you and Chrollo to be happy, of course.

In the end, Chrollo's happiness is what matters most to you, even if that meant you two no longer being together.

You heard Chrollo sigh as he pulled back from you, enough so he could see your face, "The idea of marriage never appealed to me," he said, gently cupping your face with his hand. "Until I met you, of course."

Your heart fluttered, marrying Chrollo was something you often thought about.

"For our wedding, I was hoping it would just be us and the group. We don't need anything fancy or official, just two rings and our love to seal the deal."

"Nice to know it's not just me that's thought about our future," you teased, leaning into his touch.

Chrollo smiled, amused that you believed he hadn't put any thought into the subject. "Of course I have. It's something that is always on my mind."

"I love you so much," you said, unable to hold it back. "I didn't know it was even possible to love someone this m-"

You were flipped around, a soft pair of lips crashing into your own cut you off as Chrollo pushed you against the railing.

"Marry me."

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deathnotescenarios · 3 years

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adult trio with a powerful s/o?

Sure anon!

Hisoka

-He would be very happy

-Fights between the two of you would occur more often than not

-He always wins and always manages to hurt you but he apologizes in his own special way

-If it makes you feel any better, he wouldn't date you unless you were powerful enough to keep him on his toes so

-He'd help you, again in his own little way, finding ways to make you a harder opponent to face each time

-He takes pride in you, often pushing you into battles you don't want to be in, but manage to get yourself out of (don't ask how)

-He brags about you to Illu, who really truly couldn't care less but listens anyways

Ilumi

(I had to I'm sorry)

-He'd take advantage of it, bringing you on his missions and showing you the ropes

-He's proud that he's not with someone weak, not like he would choose to be anyways but

-He doesn't brag about you, but he does make a point to others that you are not to be messed with

-Tiny compliments or blinks of approval when you impress him

-Fighting often, and lots of training at his home

-He'd show you to Hisoka who decided you'd be fun to mess with later. Illumi kicked his ass

Chrollo

-He'd want you to become a Spider, naturally

-"Little Spider" would probably be your title

-Although he KNOWS you're strong, he still tells everyone else to protect you

-He would want to battle with you, but wouldn't have time. Instead, he tells the girls to fight with you and make you better

-With Chrollo there isn't really such thing as perfect or enough, so even though you're powerful he wants more

-He tells you how proud of you he is

-He'd buy you books among books of things you could do to improve your power

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shirophantomvox · 3 years

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The Smooth Talker Chrollo x Reader

An anon asked for a Chrollo x reader story for my 100 followers special and I cannot find the post. I will add this to the story navigation. Thank you for following! If you're new, browse my blog and send me an ask if you have a question!

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The skies were gray, full of rain down-pouring. Thunder clapped every 2 minutes, warning its subordinates to rush to shelter before they get stuck.

Living on the 85th floor in the Fitzgerald Resort was delightful. But during thunderstorms, they were terrifying. The closer to the sky, the more likely lighting will hit the roof, sending the building ablaze. Believe it or not, the lightning provided additional light to help apply makeup. Tonight was a special night for Chrollo and yourself because you were celebrating over 10 years of friendship and 4 years of being sweethearts. On what was supposed to be a sunny day, the rain added a different mood to its setting, one that wasn’t necessarily bad or good. Many people have different feelings about the rain; some believe it adds a romantic atmosphere and some believe it represents sadness and gloominess.

Remaining friends with Chrollo was surprising, but being both his partner and his friend for such a long time was astonishing. Chrollo Lucilfer may have been a dumpster fire behind the scenes, but in the public eye, he was eye candy. He had the perfect body and attitude that could make any girl swoon. Upfront, Chrollo always appeared to be calm and collected, but once you got to know him, that is when the demons were released. Even with you by his side as his best female friend, women always latched onto his arms and practically fall at his feet. This bothered you, but he only considered you as a close friend for emotional support. Causing too much trouble feared losing that bond that the both of you had established since elementary school. When Chrollo began dating in high school, he’d often ask you for advice and if your feelings toward a particular girl weren’t up to par, he’d let them down easily. It is safe to assume that even then; you held a special place in his heart.

A glistening gradient from red to black was laid down perfectly on your eyelid. “Eye Tattoo” made your skin look flawless no matter what lightning you were under. There was no need for mascara or false eyelashes because yours were lush and long naturally. You have been told several times about how people wish they had your lashes. Red is a color from God himself; that color made you look heavenly. This dress was imported from France and was created by its most famous fashion designer, Deon Meldine(Mel-dean). The deep back cut of the dress felt heavenly as the air condition brushed against your backbone. Body glitter adds an extra shine to your exposed skin. The dress was made of silk fabric and was so snug around your unique body you hugged yourself.

Just a few months ago, you were in the exact spot crying hopelessly about your body shape. Your breasts weren’t large, you were very thin, your behind was not exaggerated, and your hair wasn’t always done. It boggled everyone’s mind why Chrollo remained your friend and pursue a relationship with you. After being shamelessly rejected by misogynistic men, your confidence had crashed to the ground. Chrollo reassured you every time about what he loves about you, but it wasn’t clicking. Seeing yourself in the mirror in a beautiful red dress, flawless eye makeup, and matching red and golden heels boosted your confidence by 100%.

“Finally ready,” you murmured to yourself. Picking up your phone and scrolling through Twitter is a bad habit that all people have developed. Sometimes, you could be so engrossed in social media that you forget about your surroundings. Some people even slip down a slope where all they do is stay online, and that is not healthy for anyone. On the main page, Twitter boosted California’s Governor’s re-election campaign, and it caused many people to roar. Reading many opinions from both sides of the spectrum sucked you in like a black hole, both in irritation and curiosity.

“Hi. I am Roger Ken and I am running for California State Governor….”

Something wet fell on the bottom part of your neck, causing you to snap out of the political trance you were about to fall into. This soft feeling was rather pleasant, like a pair of feathers grazing against your skin. The sensation continued but spread over the parts of your back that were exposed in the triangular shape of your dress. The deeper the sensation, the more mental groans you released. Once they briefly stopped, a powerful force grabbed your right hand and raised it to be met by a pair of familiar lips. His lips gently kissed the soft skin part of your hand twice, slowly, and gently. It was apparent that he wanted to “savor the flavor”. Chrollo gently placed his large, firm hands around your waist, holding you in his clutch. His sharp chin rested on your soft shoulder, propping his lips, brushing against the outer lobe of your ear.

“You look gorgeous. I won't be able to keep my eyes off you.” His words were whispered and felt sharp as they pierced through your eardrum. It’s something about his lighthearted chuckled that made you want to melt into a puddle in his arms.

“Thank you, Chrollo,” you cooed.

“You smell nice, too. What is it, Powdered Rose?” he asked, placing another kiss on your mid-shoulder.

“You are correct.”

Chrollo spent at least 2 minutes placing kisses over your exposed skin and whispering praises into your ear. It’s something he did occasionally to reassure you about how much he cares for you both as a lover and a friend. He held you tighter for the last time before he let go.

“We must get going, Chrollo. The rain will keep on all night.”

“That’s perfectly fine.” He assists you with your coat and hands you a large black umbrella. “The rain adds to my romantic mood. Who knows, maybe when we return, we can kiss until it stops or until I run out of vinyl records to play. Your choice.”

“Do you know what your kisses do to me?”

“Of course I do, princess.” He snatches you in his clutch once more, holding your balled fist, softly unfolding your hand. “All I have to do is this—“ He kisses the inside of your palm twice—“And you're all over me like bees on honey.”

“Oh, shoot! You've figured it out,” you exclaimed jokingly.

“I sure did. Let’s hope the staff hasn’t eaten yet. I don’t want them to throw up while they watch us make out.”

Chrollo held your hand and led you out of the door. The dark apartment was silent, but the smell of your Powdered Rose aroma remained in the room.

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white-poppie · 2 years

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Types of Yandere HxH characters are

NOTE: I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT PROMOTE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR. It is impractical scary and even gross. Violation of someone's personal space/ life is not being romanticized in this post. Rather it is JUST A FICTIONAL TROUPE WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.

DEATH NOTE VERSION: Yanderes Death Note characters are MHA VERSION: Types of Yanderes MHA characters are HAIKYUU VERSION: Types of Yanderes Haikyuu Characters are HXH VERSION: Types of Yandere HxH characters are TOKYO REVENGERS VERSION: Tokyo revengers as Yandere lovers

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THE MANIPULATIVE TYPE

Will manipulate you into thinking, what they are doing is best for you. They will play with your mind until you are completely dependent on them.

Hisoka, Illumi, Kurapika, Chrollo

THE DELUSIONAL TYPE

You love them, right? RIGHT? They think your tantrums and escape methods will stop. You love them and they love you. A perfect little family.

Gon, Leorio, Bisky

THE VIOLENT TYPE

Come on Darling, you knew better not to break the rules. They will break you until you are screaming and crying for mercy. Later they would patch you up and tell you that none of this would have happened if you didn't disobey them.

Hisoka, Ging, Illumi, Machi, Feitan

THE SADISTIC TYPE

Another form of the violent type, not necessarily very cruel, but they find it 'amusing' to see you in pain. You are crying? How cute. Practically begging them to leave you alone? So so so pretty.

Hisoka, Feitan

THE PAMPERING TYPE

Perhaps the best of all Yanderes. They know that they have caused turbulence in your life, hence they are a bit kinder. They would spoil you into loving them.

Kurapika, Chrollo, Kite, Shalnark, Pakunoda, Bisky

THE STALKER TYPE

They know every single thing about you. They will stalk the routes you follow, keep information about the people close to you. Break into your house, steal your belongings for their little collection. They are truly infatuated by you.

Nobunaga, Killua, Phinks

THE STOIC TYPE

You never know what's going on in their mind. They can be nice and sweet to you and an absolute nightmare for others. They may appear scary and terrifying, but wouldn't dare lay a hand on you. They love you, but it may take some time for them to realize it.

Killua, Kurapika, Shizuku, Machi, Meruem, Kalluto

THE KILLER TYPE

Oh, the most feared of them all. Is that person trying to get too close to their darling? Kill them. Is that person dear to their darling? No! Only they can be the person their darling loves. Kill them.

Illumi, Machi

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kim-miri · 3 years

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HALF(have a little fun) pt. ix

» part nine / ?

» pairing: eventually - chrollo x oc x feat. hisoka

» warnings: swearing, blood/violence, minor angst

» a/n: short chapter D:! edit: i’ve tried and tried but it just doesn’t flow right when i try to make this into an x reader:// HALF will be an oc fic and i’ve decided to cut the backstory here;( thanks for the love and support!

» word count: 2,494

☾ix. pt. ix: youth

3 months later

Loud, bass-bumping music and too many flashing lights fueled the exhilaration and excitement of one of the biggest night clubs in Yorknew City.

Sayomi had defeated her second opponent on the 200th floor with the help of Hisoka’s training earlier today, making this little outing a sad excuse for a celebration.

In reality, Hisoka just wanted to see whether Sayomi could dance or not.

He had insisted they go out and experience the nightlife the city had to offer, and with Sayomi still upbeat from her match, they found themselves sneaking into Octagon- a hip club located in the heart of Yorknew City.

Though technically Hisoka was 21 and therefore could have gone about this in an easier way, he insisted they sneak in ‘just for the fun of it’. The truth was that he’d been kicked out of the club previously after using his ‘magic tricks’ to make people’s arms disappear, but it made his intrusion all the more fun.

As Hisoka watched the floor from his spot at the bar with a drink held loosely in one hand, Sayomi was currently lost in a crowd of passionate clubbers, her violet eyes gleaming with the thrill of the environment.

The black and silver dress she wore highlighted her figure as well as electrifying eyes and hair, the metallic material dazzling under the club lights as she lost herself in the music and people.

She was letting herself go for the night like she often did on her chaotic trips to the city with Hisoka. Free from repressive parents or a fight for her life, Sayomi was at peace with her new life, expressing herself however she wanted to.

Draining the rest of his Cosmopolitan, Hisoka’s eyes shifted to the young assassin, his face remaining expressionless as he watched her draw a crowd with her alluring glow.

He’d been staring so intensely he didn’t even notice a man take the seat next to him. The sound of the man’s voice established his presence, yet Hisoka’s line of sight ceased to drift from the girl with the bright silver hair.

“A stunner isn’t she?”

Hisoka blinked slowly, hardly registering the man’s words. A stunner indeed, but what more? “A pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty soul.”

The man laughed, setting his drink down on the bar to face Hisoka. “I take it she isn’t yours then? That’s a relief.”

Hisoka rested his chin in the palm of one of his finely manicured hands, his other tapping on the smooth surface of the bar impatiently. He couldn’t seem to figure out why his bloodlust was seeping through as he followed Sayomi with his eyes.

His? She could never belong to any man, she was her own person.

“Careful with your words there, I’d hate for them to be your last.” His words were venomous, filled with the intent to kill.

Hisoka’s nails had cut through the skin of his own cheek, his other hand clenched into a fist on the bar’s surface.

The man had shifted away from him, quietly taking his leave as he watched crimson seep down Hisoka’s pale fingers.

Over the past 3 months, he’d been able to fight her more than enough times, and now he no longer felt the same intoxicating feeling when he was with her. Sayomi never fought Hisoka to hurt him, only with the intentions of improving her own skills, which in turn left Hisoka aching for more.

However, as the days progressed he was slowly coming to the conclusion that the Zoldyck girl had an undeniable flaw. She doesn’t put up a fight when I’m with her.

He was losing interest in the girl who’d once swayed his unshakable feelings, and it distressed him that he almost felt bad for wanting to leave her behind.

His sharpened fingernails dug farther into the pale skin of his cheek as he watched Sayomi throw her slender arms around a man she’d only just met.

She was laughing and smiling, her silky voice seeming to reach his ears through the music and cheers from where he sat. Loud and clear, the sound of her laughter rang through Hisoka’s head in an almost painful way.

She was becoming a weakness to the man who believed himself to be the strongest, and that didn’t sit right with him at all.

☾ix.

Sayomi wasn’t too sure of what exactly it was that she felt towards Hisoka.

When he took her to dinner with an amazing view or complimented her progress with training, she couldn’t tell whether it was her lack of social contact or actual feelings that led her heart to race when she saw his face.

It didn’t help that on some days she could notice the way his voice softened when he spoke to her, only to leave her heart stinging with his harsh words on other days.

He was taking mixed signals to the next level, playing with her feelings while he was trying to figure out his own.

It was selfish and cruel, falsely gaining the trust of someone who’d been through so much betrayal, all for his own entertainment.

But that was just who Hisoka was, he didn’t care for distractions or hindrances. And as fast as he’d first fallen for the young assassin, he was already in the process of making himself forget her.

He was moving on.

☾ix.

3 months later

It was the day after Sayomi’s 7th match on the 200th floor of Heaven’s Arena. She’d been scheduling her fights randomly, with no regard for who her opponents would be.

With 7 wins under her name, she only needed 3 more to challenge a floor master.

However, with her longtime goal fast approaching, she wasn’t as happy as she thought she’d be.

It’d been about half a year since Sayomi had first met Hisoka, and all the excitement and jitters about spending time alone with a guy had died down.

It’d also helped that for some reason Hisoka was rather occupied recently. He rarely took her out to the city, claiming he had other business to attend to, and when they did go out, he’d always turn in first mumbling that he was tired.

Sayomi was no fool, she knew that Hisoka was either losing interest in her as well or felt his job was almost through. To herself, she hoped that it was the former, for it would hurt less than to find out he’d only been around her for business purposes.

Regardless, Sayomi’s current situation was puzzling. She stood waiting for what seemed like forever in front of Hisoka’s room, ready to go out and train.

However, after knocking more than enough times and even calling his cell, there was no sign of her trainer.

That’s odd.

Sayomi trained on her own that day, taking it upon herself to get strength training in at the gym.

It was the first time she’d spent an entire day without Hisoka since they’d started training. Deciding that he was out on his so-called ‘business’, Sayomi shrugged away his absence, going to sleep early for the first time in a while.

Yet, another day passed with no sign of the magician, and Sayomi began to grow concerned for his well-being. What if he was picked off by someone? No, he’s too strong to lose to anyone here… Did he pass out in his room?

Sayomi walked briskly to Hisoka’s room with a worried mind.

Once again there was no response to her knocking, and she decided she’d break into the room.

Using one of her longer needles, she picked the lock in no time, stepping into the unfamiliar room.

It was empty. Only the faint smell of bubble gum and something sweet lingered in the abandoned room, the closet and space empty.

There was a note left on the cleanly made bed, the red ink standing out from the otherwise white sheets surrounding the note.

That lazy ass, of course he’d leave a note in his own room.

Picking up the sheet, she read:

Zoldyck-

It’s about time you sneak into my room, I know you’ve thought about doing it before;)

But jokes aside…

I’m sorry, darling.

It’s not like me to apologize(you can ask Kite)and that alone scared me, because I feel like you’ve changed me. Your smile and intoxicating eyes make me weak in the knees…

And I despise myself for it.

I’m not sure why I’ve chosen to expose my faults to you, for that just makes you all the more dangerous to me.

But perhaps I want you to hold my weaknesses, and perhaps I’d like to see you come tear me apart. Yes, that must be it.

I’ve departed Yorknew City to meet up with your twin brother, as it seems as though he’s been searching for you. And perhaps I should have taken him to you instead, but I’m not, because when the time is right I’d like you all to myself.

So don’t forgive me, Sayomi. Resent me, grow stronger, and when the time comes I’ll bring your brother back to you.

Ah, and there is one thing I’d always wanted to tell you…

I always thought that you were most beautiful when you showed your true colors-

A cold-blooded, cold-hearted Zoldyck assassin with no regard for the pain and suffering of your victims.

Stop holding yourself back, people like us can be forgiven for our sins because of the hell we’ve been put through.

-Hisoka

☾ix.

A single tear rolled down Sayomi’s cheek.

And that was all.

The flurry of sudden information rendered Sayomi breathless as she tried to make sense of his words.

This idiot really just admitted his feelings for me after all this time right when he decides to leave me here. Selfish bastard.

And he knows Illumi… but how? Illumi was looking for me?

I have to become a floor master and get that clown to bring my brother back.

☾ix.

6 months later

Sayomi gazed out her window with a blank stare, 241 floors above the ground.

Just a week ago she’d claimed her spot on the 241st floor as the newest and youngest Floor Master at age 19.

She knew Hisoka would find out about her achievement soon, and all she could do now was wait.

Up until defeating and killing her last opponent, time had flown by easily. She was fueled by the goal of finding her brother and confronting Hisoka, but now that she was here, the loneliness began to sink in.

Kite and his student had taken off to another country in search of wildlife to study, leaving Sayomi all alone in Yorknew City.

She couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of her situation. Here she was at the top of the tallest building in Yorknew City, a place that others died trying to get to, yet she was unsatisfied.

Her face and name were plastered on billboards and posters all throughout the city, and citizens stood envious of the young teen’s life. She had enough money that she’d never have to work another day in her life, but in exchange she no longer had a family to accept her nor friends to laugh with.

Don’t feel sorry for yourself, there’s plenty of others that have it worse.

Sayomi sighed as she turned away from the window, grabbing her mask she’d started using as a floor master to attempt to conceal her identity.

I won’t have challengers for another month or so… might as well hit the city.

☾ix.

Sayomi walked through the dark streets of Yorknew City, her hands clasped behind her head and her eyes vacant.

She didn’t have a destination in mind, just mindlessly strolling through the city covered with news of her promotion to Floor Master. There were citizens recognizing her as well, pointing and jumping back as if she were some monster.

Though she couldn’t blame them, as her nen happened to be on the disturbing side. The replays of her fights were mostly censored, deemed too inhumane for the public eye as they played on repeat on the sides of buildings,

She wasn’t too sure how far she’d walked, spotting Heaven’s Arena rather far in the distance behind her. The shops and glamorous hotels began to fade as she approached the run down parts of Yorknew City.

It was an abandoned lot of buildings, the ground littered with oil cans and shattered glass. In a way it was tranquil, free from angry drivers and the revolted gaze of commoners.

Walking through an opening in the wired fences that surrounded the lot, Sayomi wandered through a certain building that’d caught her eye.

She felt a faint aura coming from the abandoned office building, but oddly enough it wasn’t hostile or repelling. It was rather comforting.

Sayomi’s curiosity grew as the aura increased, drawing her towards the room located at the far end of the first floor.

She saw the man before she sensed him, his large coat catching her attention. His back was turned to her crouched down on the dusty floor, the windows adjacent to him shattered, letting the pale moonlight reflect off of his coat.

St. Peter’s cross. Interesting taste in fashion…

Another careless step closer and the man’s head turned abruptly in her direction. Sayomi had ducked behind a wall, but not fast enough.

The man stood from his spot, revealing a vibrant patch of violets by his feet. Upon his loss in concentration, the flowers wilted, withering back into the cluttered floor as if they’d never been there in the first place.

Sayomi could see the man’s face from where she crouched, hidden by a barely intact wall. Her heart skipped a beat upon meeting his eyes, deep gray and captivating as he easily identified her from her hiding spot.

It felt as if time was frozen in place, the young man staring intensely into Sayomi’s eyes as if he could read her mind.

Sayomi was unmoving as well, having been caught examining his figure from behind the wall. He was by far the most appealing man she’d ever seen, his dark, raven hair slicked back to reveal a tattoo decorating the middle of his forehead, contrasting with his gentle eyes and youthful facial features.

Handsome, she thought.

The man took a slight step forward, snapping Sayomi out of his hypnotizing gaze as she sped off jumping through an empty window and out of the building.

Though she was eager to know what he’d been doing with the flowers, his aura had changed when he’d noticed her watching. It had been dangerous and intense, a total opposite of his warm and placid one when dealing with the violets.

Her quick steps transitioned into a run, feeling the need to distance herself from the lingering intensity of the mysterious young man’s aura.

She ran back towards the towering building of Heaven’s Arena, not stopping her pace a bit until she was met with the familiar neon signs and billboards that surrounded the heart of Yorknew City.

Her dreams were taken over by the man’s captivating eyes that night. His familiar aura had seemed to beckon her to him, as if she’d known him for 100 years prior.

But no matter how hard she thought that night, she couldn’t come up with an answer as to what he’d been doing with the violets conjured by his feet.

In her dreams she saw her own eyes within the vibrant flowers, it was an abstract thought, though for a second she wondered if he had meant for her to see them.

She quickly dismissed this, however, scoffing at the absurdity of her own thoughts.

What am I, a child? I must be beyond lonely if I think some random guy has something to do with me.

Though deep down inside her heart, she wished it were true. To be fated to somebody, needed by somebody who she could trust with her darkest secrets and love.

☾ix.

to be continued.

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sandycookie · 2 years

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Quick thought about Chrollo

Something I’ve sort of noticed about Chrollo is that he doesn’t really create.

Like, yes, he did create his Hatsu, but his entire Hatsu’s concept is to steal ideas, other people’s creations. By itself, his Hatsu does nothing other than maybe allowing him to throw an easily summonable book.

And he reads, but does he write? I doubt it. It makes sense, since Chrollo’s character mostly revolves around a search for identity, so it only makes sense that he verses himself in literature, in other ideas, to try and understand himself beyond the purpose he created for himself with the Phantom Troupe.

(More under cut, as well as very slight spoilers for the manga)

But why would a person such as Chrollo ever write, beyond an empty love poem or something to woo some lady in order to get information for a heist? Because he is a blank slate. Even his Hatsu reflects this, because without the creations and ideologies of others, he is left with an empty book that demands for those stolen Hatsus, because otherwise it would be left empty and therefore useless.

I think that Chrollo is always putting up a mask or front of some kind when needed. Around the Troupe he may be slightly more transparent, but he still comes before them as their boss, a man of high intellect and intimidating to those who dare cross him. Around Neon, he is a friendly and charismatic stranger who seems to have her best interests at heart. However, that’s not to say these masks of his become absolute when he wears them. Remember when he read the fortune he received from Neon? He shed a single tear. For his leg, for his fellow member, for Uvogin. Now, you could say this was done to gain sympathy from Neon, but I don’t think he really considered that. He already had Neon wrapped well enough around his finger, so there wasn’t any need to really hammer in that. Given how trusting and naive Neon is, I doubt Chrollo really needed to try in order to gain her trust and ability.

I’m not saying that Chrollo has no will of his own or anything, nor does he not possess his own philosophy or view on life. In his fight with Hisoka, he clearly states his views on humans and how fascinating he finds them, as well as how he sees corpses and puppets as one in the same.

There’s one last thing I noticed about Chrollo. It’s that he always operates for someone or something else.

What do I mean by this? Even though Chrollo himself feels alone and isolated, he can’t really operate without others that matter to him, at least not in a way he would find fulfilling. Think about it. Chrollo’s entire reason to live is the Troupe, a group of thieves, of other like-minded people who care for each other. Chrollo may not be loyal to an individual, but he is damn loyal to the Troupe, a group of people he places the welfare of above all. So long as the Troupe lives on, Chrollo will not regret a thing. And again, back to his Hatsu, it cannot work without the Hatsus of other people in the first place.

It makes me really wonder what would happen to him, should the Troupe fall.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #just some sporadic thoughts of mine #maybe i'll do an actual analysis someday #on him or someone else #*cough cough*#(it'll probably be a long time)#(maybe after i finally make a toyhouse account and start making OCs with actual artistic ability)#aka #probably never #or for a very long time #sandy analyzes

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