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Hell Within Reach XVI. Chrollo x F Reader

Rating: M (Violence, drug mentions, vaguely implied not SFW, Reader experiences what implied to be a panic attack) Word count: 6.2k. Misc Info: Your Nen | Survosia Note: ORIGINALLY ,, this was supposed to be the final chapter, but it was starting to get really long and i decided to just split it in two hrtkgemjr thank you for being patient during the long wait!

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A cold front had settled into the crevices of Survosia’s capital, Srosa.

You’re more used to the city now than you were years prior when the only times you had to visit were for The Mother’s Blessing or other political squabbles in your father’s shadow. Back then, you had a distaste for it. The constant steam rising from the ground, gas generators powering food carts buzzing noisily in a cacophony outdone only by honking cars, mixed with tourists and the scam artists ready to set them back a few dollars.

That was then, however. Now you’re more or less adjusted to the constant noise. Yorknew was much the same, aside from the difference in the language spoken by the city’s inhabitants. Spending time there meant what you found grating before blended seamlessly into the background now.

What you didn’t like about being in the city currently was having to see your father’s face plastered everywhere.

He follows your person, haunting you like a specter in the night. On the skyscraper’s billboards, inked into the front page of newspapers littered across the sidewalk, in footage looped on every news station since his passing. His funeral last week only made it worse. Estella outdid herself, you have to admit. She provided an emotional eulogy while wearing black from head to toe, her tear-soaked face obscured by a mourner’s veil.

In truth, you barely remember the event. A national day of mourning was declared by the king, who your father served directly under for his entire life, though the monarch himself was noticeably absent. He did send enough flowers to open a perfume company should you ever quit your excursions with the Troupe. Among those present were your extended family, whose ridiculously long names and titles Estella whispered into your ear each time they came by to give their unwanted condolences, government officials, and other prestigious families. Lining up one after the other like rows of ants.

Some bigshot Hunters were in attendance as well, since they were in the midst of negotiating better visa programs for their constituents to enter the country more easily. There was that girl whose countenance was reminiscent of a dog, and that other one, who Estella bristled upon seeing. Pariston, you think his name was. You remember his ‘condolences’ the best. He had an ear-to-ear grin as he approached you and your siblings, his aura almost radiating sparkles. You rubbed your eyes, in fear you were seeing things.

“What a shame,” Pariston had sighed, as if the loss touched him on a personal level. “To die so young… under such random circumstances too! Who would’ve thought that a man in seemingly perfect health would pass from a rare, incurable disease.”

His eyes flickered to you and his smile widenefd. “Leaving behind his oh so lovely daughters in the process too. A true shame indeed. Well, I suppose I shan’t be hearing wedding bells anytime soon? That’d free my schedule up significantly.”

Is Pariston referring to the rumors surrounding your father marrying the three of you off, or perhaps… by that knowing gleam in his eyes, he had caught wind of your brief entanglements with Chrollo. You suppress a scoff. No wonder Estella complains about him in our phone calls, you think. He is insufferable. Almost enough to be on par with that parlor trick clown.

Hunter Association Vice Chairman or not, he could learn to watch his tongue. Especially when you were growing more tempted by the second to rip it out. There were suspicions around Victor Avalor’s sudden death, not that anyone had the gumption to voice them outside of gossip and tabloids.

Estella interrupted before you could get the chance. “Illness is a mysterious thing, isn’t it, Vice Chairman? You never know when it might arise, or how much time you’ll have left to act. That’s why it’s best to live each of your days to the fullest while you still can.”

You almost choked on your spit. If Pariston Hill is a rat, then your eldest sister is a viper. The extra heavy emphasis she placed on the word Vice succeeded in making his eyebrow twitch, though it procured nothing else. His immaculate image returned before it could even wane. You wondered who had practiced smiling in the mirror the most between the two of them.

This is exactly why you couldn’t stand being back home. Sweet lies laced with poison, the intent to backstab scarcely hidden behind cracked masks, a battlefield of words rather than blades or bullets. You had a strong preference for the latter. That’s why you were reserved for the dirty works that take place in the dark, rather than the bright cocktail parties where the wine and orchestral music flowed in tandem. Every second you were forced to endure this was more torturous than anything Feitan’s hands could concoct.

However, you weren’t free to leave for Yorbia just yet. Estella was holding you on a tight leash to compensate for keeping her in the dark and plunging the family into chaos. That, and the loss of her most useful assistant, Xue Ya.

Xue Ya.

You come to a halt alongside the crowded streets, earning disgruntled looks and a few choice words for your trouble. In record time, they form lines heading on either side of you, the city equivalent to the Red Sea’s parting. Your companion notes your absence, gray eyes searching and then locating you immediately.

“[First]?” A voice asks, almost penetrating through the white noise humming in your ears. You glance up. The most you can register is black hair, pale skin, and deep, unnervingly empty hues. Just like Xue Ya’s. A hand wraps itself around your wrist upon your lack of response. You think you’re being led someplace — where exactly, you couldn’t concern yourself with finding out — not when your heart is twisting in your ribcage in a way it shouldn’t.

Suddenly, you forget about the icy air biting at your cheeks. Sweltering heat envelops you in its stead. It’s as if you were boiling, the thick plushness of your outerwear growing unbearable. You didn’t activate Corruption, did you? No, there’s no way you would do that, not when your body was still recovering from the last time. So where is this miserable boiling sensation originating from? Had you not been in public, you would’ve stripped each layer off it it meant alleviating the misery just a bit.

You think you’re sitting down. There’s someone beside you too, saying your name over and over again, though their voice is calm. A guiding light amidst the brewing tempest. You breathe in. Breathe out. Once, twice. The thrumming noise never leaves entirely, yet it does recede enough for your mind to make sense of what happened. Why it did is another reason entirely.

“I’m fine,” you snap, your voice on edge and taut as a pulled bowstring. Then, remembering yourself, you clear your throat and try again. “I mean… I’m alright now, Chrollo.”

The two of you are situated on a park bench, far removed from the crowd. He had used a stolen Hatsu ability that manipulates passerbys' fusiform gyrus, making them unable to recognize your face, thus preventing any issues due to your prestigious status. Chrollo’s face goes from a swirl of unidentifiable colors and shapes to a solid structure, and for a brief moment, you’re yourself again. Whatever or whoever that is. If he doesn’t believe your admission, then he isn’t making a point of voicing it. Aside from the frown on his lips, he looks perfectly composed.

Chrollo reaches his hand out, hovering it over your cheek, then pausing after he feels the heat radiating from it. He settles for tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear instead, likely getting loose from your tight updo during your… episode. Phinks told you it looked nice when it was down, but you rarely wore it that way for a reason. The possibility of it impeding you during a fight served as a deterrent.

That’s right — you’re a fighter. A warrior. A honed instrument who kills at the orders of another.

That is who you are, isn’t it?

“Should we return to the hotel?” Chrollo proposes, breaking the silence. “You’re burning up again.”

You shake your head. He doesn’t press the matter.

Even when it wasn’t active, Corruption was nothing short of a curse disguised as a blessing. A glorified Nen covenant that ate you alive from the inside out in return for its temporary boost in physical prowess. It’d been three weeks since your rushed use during your confrontation with Victor — three weeks of random bouts of weakness, public appearances, and barely concealed fevers.

Estella had finally started getting everything under wraps. Or at least enough to loosen her hold, “So long as you stay in the country and on-call, dear sister,” as per her instructions. Ash would be returning to school (which they actively protested, then ceased just as quickly after Estella gave them a stern look), and you were free to roam around. Having nothing concrete to do felt like a unique punishment. At least you were able to busy yourself and your mind with Estella dishing out orders.

Chrollo flew back in a few days ago upon hearing your schedule was free. He committed himself to courting you properly. Dinner at the finest restaurants, shopping trips to exclusive boutiques, ferry rides along the water that bled late into the night… it was all nice, you suppose.

What you found yourself enjoying more than opulence were the quiet moments. Little, probably insignificant things. Chrollo knew how much sugar to put in your tea and what channel of the radio suited your fancy the most. In return, you’ve learned about him too. He is a stickler for reading physical books — the look he gave when you mentioned downloading a recommendation of his was unnecessarily judgmental. What a snob. He also has a thing for sweets, chocolate mints specifically. If he didn’t think you’d notice the hotel room’s stash being slowly depleted, then he was dead wrong.

Yes… there were many details about Chrollo Lucilfer that were being illuminated for the first time. Tiny, pretty stones of a mosaic you were never permitted to step back to fully admire the scale of. You suppose you weren’t much better yourself. Secrecy was yet another language you were fluent in.

“What kind of place is Meteor City?”

The abrupt inquiry surprises you both. Muted emotions pass over Chrollo’s face in waves, his eyebrows knitting, lips parting then closing. He’s staring at you, picking you apart with his eyes, searching and searching for a conclusion that comes sooner than later.

“... Would answering that question be of any help to you?”

Your immediate instinct is to say yes, if it meant he would part the curtain of his mysterious persona just enough to grant you a fleeting glance. You school yourself before the careless reply can tumble out. Trying your hand at manipulating a man who lived and breathed the art would be a fruitless battle. The words of your past self echo in your mind.

“Do not try to play mind games with me.”

You’d be no better than a hypocrite if you were to go back on this. You give up on pursuing this opening if it comes at the cost of one of the few core principles you hold dear, fractured into millions of little pieces as it may be.

“I don’t know.”

It’s subtle, but you notice Chrollo’s shoulders relaxing, as if you presented him with a prized escape route. People like the two of you don’t talk about the past beyond what’s necessary. It’s a simple, unspoken rule. Crossing that invisible line is considered taboo. What matters is who you are now, not who you were back then. That’s what you used to think. It’s easier on the palate, after all. Still… you want to cross that line if it means understanding the man sitting beside you better.

If it means understanding yourself better.

That opportunity was likely lost alongside your indecisiveness, so it’d be better not to dwell on it. That’s what you think, until Chrollo speaks again, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

“It’s not pleasant, as I’m sure you can imagine,” he begins. Then, he sighs, tearing his gaze from you and setting it straight ahead. “It’s… hm. A place where you make the most with what you’re given. Though even if you do get a grasp on the situation you’re in… survival is not guaranteed.”

“What guarantees survival then?”

He gives an enigmatic smile at that. “Learning how to kill and accepting that you’ll likely be killed one day yourself.”

Not wanting to waste this chance, you continue your tentative prying. “Do you recall the first person you killed?”

“I do, yes,” Chrollo replies, then leans in closer to you, head tilted. “And you?”

Ah, so this is how it feels to be on the receiving end. After a beat of silence, you nod your head. His deafening silence urges you to fill the gap. If he’s granting you permission to peer into the heavily guarded fortress of his mind, for however brief a moment, you’d be remiss not to do the same.

“They started me out small. Mice, then eventually, larger mammals that could put up more of a fight. I… remember that I didn’t want to do it, at first. I thought it’d be different from the animals. I didn’t know the man’s name. He had clearly been drugged before arriving in front of me, enough so the servants handling him could drag him in without a fight.”

Your fingers flex at the memory, the ghost of a blade’s hilt almost tangible within your grasp.

“Victor was present to monitor my progress. I was told I could take as long as I wanted, since it was my first. Everything past that, he said, would be timed. They removed the bag from his head. I recognized him and he recognized me. A gardener who had a penchant for gifting my mother flowers. I think he was going to say something, though I’ll never know what.”

You look down at your gloved hands. “That’s when I learned it didn’t feel different. Animals, people… it all felt the same.”

“Like what?” He prompts, staring at you as if there was no one else in the world. Perhaps there wasn’t, for that passing moment.

“Like nothing.”

He’s silent for a prolonged second. From what you can tell when you look at society’s laws, killing was meant to be a taboo. There were exceptions, of course, self-defense was cited as an acceptable reason to end another’s life. You doubt little of what you’ve done could be classified as such. Still, it makes logical sense why these rules are in place. Human beings were able to advance due to creating tight-knit societies. The resulting evolution of the brain placed great importance on maintaining social relations so this would be preserved.

You wonder, then, why some find it so easy to bypass their inherent nature and do as they please at the expense of others.

Chrollo’s long, black eyelashes flutter shut. “Cliff.”

“Hm?”

“The name of the first person I killed,” he pauses, then corrects himself, “Or boy, I suppose, if you want to be a stickler to semantics. I had formed a group with other kids in the vicinity. It started out as a way to survive, by delegating work to those who excelled in their specific field. I hadn’t really… intended to assume a leadership role. That’s just how it ended up being.”

He says that like it’s unexpected people would naturally push him into the position. You had always seen his leadership qualities when it came time for the Troupe to reconvene. Nothing, not a slight unexpected development or a heist on the verge of collapse would move his steel composure. Chrollo always had a plan. If your enemy was two steps ahead, then he would be three steps over them.

Did he not see that quality in himself? Or did he acknowledge it, yet still not care for being the one in charge regardless?

“Planning for the future was paramount. It wasn’t enough to just have supplies for the next day. You needed to be prepared weeks, no, months in advance. I kept a careful count of our supplies for that very reason. When it came to my attention that some of our reserves were at a lower count than recorded, I investigated the matter personally…”

Subconsciously, you move closer to him, your thighs almost touching.

“Cliff had been pilfering what he thought was an unnoticeable amount to trade with other gangs in the area. His younger sister was an invalid — he’d take anything that’d ease her suffering. Painkillers were ideal, of course, but as you can imagine, those were difficult to come by. He’d settle for anything that did the trick, narcotics included.”

“Ah,” you say, realization dawning. “I see.”

“I suppose I didn’t hold it against him,” Chrollo shrugs and leans back into his seat. “Regardless, an example had to be made. My orders were absolute. If that came into question, then the group would fall into disarray. I slit his throat the next morning.”

“How old were you?”

“Hm… seven, perhaps eight. I wasn’t in the habit of tracking it at the time.”

“And how did killing him make you feel?”

Chrollo gives it some thought, then responds, “In control.”

You study his face’s profile. The downward slope of his nose, the loose strands of black hair framing his structured features, how natural he smiles despite knowing it’s anything but. At that moment, a flicker of envy burns within your chest. He’s far more self-aware than you are. With enough introspection, perhaps, he could come to fully understand himself. Or at least reach a point that was close enough.

Feeling your intense stare, he turns to meet your gaze, and you drop your attention to the gloved hands folded on your lap.

“Was my answer unsatisfactory?” He queries, sensing your disdain. There’s no offense in his voice, only amusement, which makes you bristle further.

“... No,” you sigh. “It made me realize how little I know about myself.”

“Is that what that look was? I feared for my life just now, you know.”

“I doubt you need to. In my current state, I wouldn’t be capable of posing a threat.”

“I’ll sleep with one eye open when you fully heal, then.”

This is why you’re suspicious of people boasting charisma. They know how to put you at ease, weaving pacifying words even when the world burns to ashes beside you. Still, you sense no malicious intent and decide to not press the issue. His banter does as intended — you feel comfortable enough to voice what’s truly been plaguing you all alone.

“The day we found the vat of Corrupted blood,” you begin, earning his rapt interest, “Ash and I searched for Xue Ya, Estella’s assistant. She’d gone missing the day prior.”

“Ah, yes, I remember her. She’s the one who hinted at the Zoldyck’s true reason for being present, yes?”

You nod.

“We found her at my mother’s gravesite, or, to be more specific, her corpse. I have reason to believe Victor hired Illumi and Silva to kill her. Why he would do such a thing after she served him loyally for decades, I haven’t the slightest idea.”

“That isn’t what’s troubling you, though.”

Astute as ever, you think.

“No, it’s not. She’d been dead well over a day. However…”

You remember it vividly.

The flash of silver, the ringing of metal clashing against metal, the unnatural movement of limbs. You had successfully parried the offender’s attack, working from instinct alone. Ash, in their distraught state, stumbled back and earned the assailant’s attention. It went from slashing wildly at you to charging at them. Once more, you intercepted the attack, teeth gritted from how your recovering body ached in protest.

Above all else, you prioritized getting Ash to safety.

Dirt and grass flew from the ground as you kicked forward, grabbed a horror-struck Ash, and hoisted them over your shoulder.

This assailant… the movements of its body, from how it grasped the hilt of its blade, everything struck a chord within your long-term memory. It was far more erratic than what you had trained against for many years. Almost primal — the wild lashing out of an animal baring its fangs.

You glanced back and gaped in disbelief at what you saw.

“She had utilized the technique of post-mortem nen. I don’t know if it was a last-ditch effort to dispatch the Zoldycks when she understood she was going to die, or a way of cursing the world altogether. I had no choice but to take care of her — it — before it became a larger concern.”

Something seems to click into place for Chrollo. A look of understanding washes over him, as if he could see a full picture that you could not. Gingerly, he lifts your dominant hand, looking at you with what you’ve come to realize is a silent request for permission. Ever since he’d seen your bare hands, he’d become fascinated by the “design” using Corruption had left behind. You thought his description was far more romanticist in nature and couldn’t help but scoff at it. To you, the dark lines marring your once-perfect flesh were an unwelcome reminder of a bloodline you wanted nothing to do with.

With the utmost tenderness, he removes your glove and sets it to the side. Then, he traces the veins, a smile playing on his lips.

“And how did that make you feel, dear?”

You close your eyes and think back to the most significant points in your life thus far. The pronounced emptiness that consumed your person when you killed the gardener, even when you killed Victor; there was nothing. No remorse, exhilaration, regret, or guilt. After you were dropped off in Yorbia following your disagreement with Victor’s plans, all you could focus on was what you should do next. Securing identification, finding a base of operations, legalistic matters devoid of emotion. You just did, you never stopped to reflect further than that.

Then you recall slicing through what remained of Xue Ya.

It was easy enough, once the opening presented itself. Her corpse lacked the finesse she triumphed in life. You cut through her drooping flesh, brittle bone, the liquified remains of her internal organs. Bloodshot eyes stared at you, bulged out from sockets that caved into her skull.

What you felt then…

You place a hand on your chest, feeling a strange tightness within it.

“... I don’t know,” you confess, your voice just shy of a whisper. “And I don’t think I ever want to experience it again.”

Later that night, Chrollo receives a phone call.

It wakes you from a dreamless slumber and you shiver from the frigid air blasted by the hotel room’s air conditioner. The phone he picked up is solely for work, so you can safely assume it’s a Spider on the other line. Despite the bedroom being shrouded in darkness, you catch the subtle tensing of Chrollo’s jawline. You sit up and observe the unfolding scene with newfound attentiveness.

“I see,” Chrollo replies. It could be your imagination, but you swear his eyes flitter toward your form for a moment. “She is to be killed on sight. Inform the others for me.”

He hangs up the phone and you take the opportunity to speak up. “Is everything alright?”

“Karina Novikoff breached the agreement we came to.”

Any exhaustion weighing down on you dissipates in an instant.

“... You’re kidding.”

“Unfortunately not.”

That woman will be the death of you. In exchange for her life after causing trouble for the Troupe, she was placed under a pseudo house arrest in exchange for continued support. Karina boasts an abundance of connections to various Survosian institutes, making her valuable for any future heists Chrollo might plan here. Valuable, but not invaluable, a distinction you hoped she would commit to heart.

Chrollo begins to get dressed and you join him, falling into a natural rhythm. He throws you your discarded undergarments while speaking casually.

“Shal has found traces of her on CCTV footage arriving in Srosa’s subway. Do you have any idea where she might hole up?”

“A few places come to mind,” you wrack your memory and frown, “There’s a prominent motorcycle gang that operates various nightclubs in the city. She would often hang out there to sell information and network. I imagine they’d be willing to assist her for old time’s sake.”

“How many clubs do they own?”

“Six, I believe. Two of those are far more exclusive in nature and attract wealthier clientele. She has quite a taste for luxury, I imagine those would be her top choices.”

Chrollo obscures the tattoo on his head by wrapping it in bandages. “Write down the addresses. I’ll go to one and you’ll go to the other. Call me if you discover anything significant.”

“... Understood,” you secure your hair into place with a black ribbon, a gift from Chrollo to replace the one you cut through.

After sliding your gloves into place, you make for the door, only for him to gently grab your wrist and hold you in place. The two of you exchange a knowing glance that urges you to look anywhere other than his eyes, omnipotent as they seem. He quietly sighs and shakes his head.

“I apologize that it came to this. I know the two of you shared a… history.”

You bite your lower lip. “She brought this upon herself. It’s inconsequential to me.”

Freeing yourself from his loose grip, you open the door, but not without sparing him a final glance over your shoulder.

“And another thing, boss,” you start, earning a hum from him. “Your acting around me is getting rusty. That wasn’t the slightest bit convincing.”

He offers an enigmatic smile yet says nothing else on the matter.

After writing down the two addresses as he instructed and circling the one you intend to visit, you take an elevator down to the main lobby. The sinking sensation aligns with the sensation stirring in your stomach. Why did Karina adore putting you in uncomfortable situations like this? The setup she haggled for was ideal — far better than a coffin six feet beneath the ground. Years have changed but she stays the same.

This won’t be like the last time she landed herself in a tricky predicament. She won’t have you to use as a rope to climb out from the pit she dug.

Hailing a taxi, you tell him your intended destination, and situate yourself in the back seat.

Thirty minutes pass in pronounced silence. While staring out the car and focusing on the passing lights, you sense the taxi driver eyeing you in the rearview mirror, likely aware of your identity. Your destination comes into sight and he pulls up to the curb, getting as close as he can without infringing on the busy valet session.

Out of his line of sight, you secure your wallet from its interdimensional storage place in The Beyond. Grabbing three times the required rate in cash, you hand it over, but keep your grip firm when he tries to grab it.

“For your discretion.”

“O-Of course, Lady Avalor— er, I mean, miss… stranger…”

You allow him to take it after staring him down a second longer. His face goes paler than the moon hanging in the sky. Sensing you’ve sufficiently gotten your message across, you emerge from the backseat. The heels of your boots click against the sidewalk on the journey to the main entrance.

Written in your native script in bright, flickering neon, is the club’s name: V1x-1s.

A despicable place for despicable people. Karina’s interest in the city’s nightlife was a mystery, the appeal was lost on you. During your relationship, she’d dragged you here a few times, insisting on having you expand your horizons. Staying glued to your hip easily allowed her access while most people would be put on waitlists for months. It’s another facet of your relationship that made you realize her intentions were purely for her benefit all along.

You count two bouncers at the door, men of towering stature that easily had over a foot on you in height. No cause for alarm there. In the building across from the street, you sense a small group watching the entrance from the second floor, a telling addition of security. The guests standing in line to get in are unarmed and consistent mainly of small-time social climbers, no one of notable status must be present tonight.

That serves to make things easier.

“Aha, is that an Avalor I see? What are the chances?” You pivot on your heel and catch the sight of an old, if not familiar face.

Adar Othena — the middle child of another one of the six most influential families in this country, same as you. The main difference being that his family disowned him a few years prior. There had been rumors he had taken charge of Srosa’s most prominent motorcycle gang, the outfit he currently adorns giving this more credence. Rather than wearing a pressed suit and tie like the last time you saw him, he’s taken a more casual appearance; boasting a black leather jacket and ripped jeans. His messy chestnut sandy brown hair is styled in a low ponytail that reaches halfway down his back. Most notably, he has a long scar that discolors his right eye.

“So you’re not headless after all,” you dryly comment, referencing the nickname news agencies have taken to giving him; The Headless Horseman.

“For now, that is,” he takes your wry tone in stride. “Sorry to hear about your old man, by the way. Doubt you used up too many tissues for his sake though.”

You mentally screen the men and women wearing similar outfits by his side, who you assume to be his entourage. They’re all armed, you think. Concealed guns with silencers. Nothing hard to deal with.

“Anyway, I’ll cut it with the small talk. The two of us have had to deal with enough pretentious shit like that to last multiple lifetimes. If you’re here, I’m assuming it’s for business, not pleasure. Mind chatting more with me inside?”

“Perfect. I was just about to ask that myself.”

Adar must be the guy running the show in these parts if he’s able to make calls like that. You find the timing of everything slightly off — it was noticeably inorganic. They emerged from their hiding place almost instantly after catching sight of you. Whether that meant they were warned in advance by Karina you or someone else is after her, or your presence in general was cause for concern, you couldn’t discern.

He brings you to a different, private entrance on the side that’s nestled in a dank alleyway. The men standing watch here are armed too, and the second it becomes evident you’re going to be following Adar inside, they move to pat you down. Adar parts his lips to warn against it, but it’s too late.

A blood-curdling scream resonates in the air as you slice off the arm reaching out at the shoulder blade. Adar’s retinue waste no time procuring their weapons, aiming the barrels in your direction with enraged eyes. Meanwhile, the man whose tendons you cut through like butter crumbles to the ground, blood spurting in steady streams. During the instantaneous action, a few specks of blood hit your face and you cringe.

“Do not presume to touch me,” you leer down at him through your eyelashes as if eyeing trash on the street, “Every limb that attempts to do so will promptly be removed.”

To your left, you hear the safety click as it’s removed. “You bitch! I’ll—”

Adar places a hand on the shoulder of the man who spoke. “Corey, stop. Lower your guns, the lot of you.”

“But she—”

“I said, lower your guns. She’ll kill you before you get the chance to shoot. Don’t bother.”

You procure a clean handkerchief from your inner breast pocket and dab at the blood that splattered on your cheek.

The group sputters in disbelief. In all likelihood, they probably had no idea what you did to remove the arm of their companion, since you sensed no significant aura from any of them. Nen was out of their realm of knowledge. Adar’s former position guaranteed he’s familiar with it. His order is wise, you’ll give him that much. Your patience is drawn thinner than a fraying thread. He must’ve realized this and decided not to test you.

“Get Crow some first aid before he bleeds to death. I’ll handle things from here,” Adar says.

Not a word is uttered past that. Adar fiddles with a keychain, unlocks the door, and motions for you to follow. The noisome assault on your senses is instantaneous. Sweat, body odor, tobacco, and cannabis mix together thickly in the hazy air. Music pounds at an obnoxious decibel level in the other room loud enough to rattle loose screws and bolts. Discarded needles and empty bottles litter the ground even into the emergency staircase, which you both ascend to the third floor.

Finally, he leads you into a room you assume to be his office. You shut the door and lock it while he props himself up on his desk.

“You mind?” He asks while reaching into his jacket, revealing a cigarette pack.

“Do as you will.”

He sets it in between his teeth and lights it. “Listen, we’ve done nothing to cross your old man, Divine Mother rest his soul, or Miss ‘Stella. My group knows better than to stir up trouble in Avalor territory. I can’t say I know what this personal visit is about.”

“You’re correct. You’ve done nothing to earn my ill will yet,” you place the slightest emphasis on the word yet and note how his Adam’s apple bobs. “Does the name Karina Novikoff sound familiar?”

“Ah, your old flame. Yeah, I know of her. She used to be a regular.”

“Used to?”

“Past tense intended, miss. Karina hasn’t been in Survosia for some time, much like you, far as I've heard. Apparently she ruffled the wrong feathers or something.”

“I see,” you respond. “In that case, would it be a bother if I had a look around?”

You phrase it like a question but you both know it’s far from it.

“Er, don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but we got a fair share of VIPs tonight. I think it’d be in both our best interests to avoid attracting unwanted attention. Business for me, reputation for you. Who knows what kinda rumors would spread if it got out an Avalor was seen in a place like this?”

He’s lying about the VIPs, you think. Security would’ve been bolstered tenfold if anyone of decent status was here.

“Reputation means less to me than the dirt on the soles of my shoes. By extension, so do the lives of everyone in this building.”

Adar took a risk by inadvertently threatening you, a ploy you snuff out in an instant. He takes another puff of his cigarette and inhales deeply. The dopamine rush he’s receiving might hide some anxiety, but you catch his finger’s shakiness. His complexion has taken a pallid shade as well. With every second that drags by, you maintain unflinching eye contact. If he felt in charge earlier, you imagine he no longer does.

He breaks the tense silence. “If I tell you where she is, I have your word that we can put this little spat behind us?”

“Once I confirm your information is solid, yes. You have my word.”

Adar closes his eyes and leans back. He pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath something about how ‘troublesome’ this is, along with a string of curses. You attribute his hesitation in the face of imminent death to not wanting to lose face. If it gets out that he ratted out on his associates, it could lead to drastic shifts in leadership or drop in respect. The predicament Karina has put him in is almost worse than what she’s done to you.

Almost.

“... The warehouse a block over, on Dex Street. Number 45. Can’t miss it, the paint’s old, still visible enough. I’ll get you the keys.”

You put your hand up and shake your head. “There is no need. I’ll see myself out. Thank you for your cooperation.”

Following this, you stride past his desk, much to his confusion.

“Uh, I think you’re missing the door by a few feet— oh.”

You cut through the padlock securing the nearest window shut and pry it open. Adar doesn’t dare utter a word while you do so, instead opting to reach for a glass bong beneath his desk. It must’ve been a significant amount of stress you put him under. Sliding through the window, you prepare to jump to the ground, but not without leaving Adar a final warning for good measure.

“If I find out you’re deceiving me,” your voice is light as it dances about the room, “I will send your head to your estranged family. Have a lovely night.”

And with that, you drop three stories to the ground without making a sound.

Karina... you better hope it’s me who gets to you first.

#chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #phantom troupe #reader insert #hell within reach #my stuff

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iaal · 2 years

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Do you think hisoka is the kinda guy to attract girls, do you think he is a virgin😮😮

Yes, Hisoka is, to his chagrin, a virgin. Unfortunately for him he was a creepy clown before creepy clowns were cool making him unpopular with the ladies, forcing him to try to rebrand himself as a magician. That too was unsuccessful, as we all know that magicians are big nerds and are getting even less pussies than clowns. Desperate, he ended up joining a cult, Chrollo Lucilfer preying on his weakness and leading him astray with promises of bitches loving bad boys. When his life of crime didn't work out like he had hoped to he turned to compensate dating but alas, he once again fell victim to a crook. Illumi seems to further take advantage of Hisoka and is now scheming a marriage scam to take hold of his fortune, once hxh resume we'll hopefully get the conclusion of Hisoka's virginity saga. Can true love bloom between him and Illumi? Could Chrollo save him from the clutch of the alluring gold digger? Will the enemy of yesterday become the lover of tomorrow? Is Hisoka finally going to pop his cherry?? We're all at the edge of our seats waiting with bated breathe for the true denouement of hunter x hunter.

#hisoka #hxh #hunter x hunter #hisoka morow #crack #I choose to believe that anon was serious #and was really wondering if Hisoka was a virgin #because that cracks me up #he does bust a nut if the breeze caress him slightly tho #so who knows #please someone gets this man some coochie!

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uvobreakmylegs · 3 years

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Right Place, Right Time

wanted to write something with a little more humor in it but there’s still dark shit because phantom troupe

Warnings: mentions of death

“There's trouble, boss.”

Phinks' voice cut through the chatter of the busy casino. Chrollo didn't look up at first, relaying a few more instructions to Shalnark via text. 'Trouble' wasn't unexpected; as much as Chrollo could plan ahead, human nature could be unpredictable and would usually cause a few bumps in the road when it came to their heists.

“What sort of trouble?” Chrollo asked as he pocketed the cellphone.

“A Zoldyck.”

Ah.... That was a bit more trouble than usual.

Chrollo's gaze followed that of Phinks and Shizuku. Looking down at them from a second balcony stood Illumi, his face devoid of emotion as the black void within his eyes took in the group.

The second Chrollo made eye contact with him, Illumi gestured to his left with a sharp jerk of his head before walking off in the same direction.

“Does he want to fight away from the guests?” Shizuku asked.

“Maybe,” said Chrollo. He began to walk in the direction Illumi had gone, signaling for Shizuku and Phinks to follow. The three of them walked up one of the staircases located to the side. Phinks pulled on the collar of his suit every so often, while Shizuku walked slightly slower due to the heels that she wasn't used to wearing. But Chrollo could sense that the two were anticipating a fight (Phinks likely ready to use it as an excuse to get out of the fancy suit he hated so much).

“But it may not come to a fight with him,” Chrollo told them.

“Don't the Zoldycks hate us?” Phinks asked.

“Silva hates me specifically,” Chrollo corrected, “but Illumi can be reasoned with.”

Phinks snorted a bit at that, but didn't say anything else. Shizuku then asked what Silva Zoldyck had done to the troupe, to which Phinks gave a brief summary of the incident that had happened years prior. A very brief summary, but he knew there was no point in getting into details since Shizuku would forget almost immediately; this wasn't even the first time she had asked.

Perhaps he should have expected that one of the Zoldycks would be present – it was the opening night for this particular high-end gambling hall. But with how stingy the owner had been rumored to be, he would have thought that the price of a Zoldyck assassin as a security guard would have been more than she was willing to spend.

If it was Zeno or Silva there would be no chance of ending things amicably: Zeno was dedicated to his work and wouldn't be moved by a bribe or any words that Chrollo could offer. And Chrollo and Silva shared a very mutual hatred of one another, so a fight would have been inevitable in that case.

But Illumi, while also just as dedicated to his family as his father and grandfather, could be convinced to stand down if Chrollo could name a good enough price and ensure that the Zoldyck name wouldn't be tarnished in any way. The Zoldycks successfully completed every job they took on, but they couldn't be held accountable if their client terminated the contract before they could complete it. It had happened once before, in an instance where a man had hired Illumi to assassinate Pakunoda. Illumi agreed to hold off on going through with the hit for a short while in exchange for twice the amount the man had paid him for and to allow the troupe the time needed to get to the client and release him from the contract.

Though it would be nicer to just get to Illumi's client and kill her off, there was no chance Illumi would allow them to do that while still under his contract. And Illumi would be happier if he was able to leave with twice the amount of jenny he had been promised.

Illumi was waiting at the end of a hall that had fewer people in it, pointedly looking at him before entering into what looked to be a darkened room. Chrollo pulled out his phone to text an order for the troupe to wait as he spoke to Phinks and Shizuku.

“You two wait out here,” he ordered.

Phinks looked as though he wanted to question him on that, but he held his tongue, crossing his arms as he gave a sharp nod in acknowledgment. If Shizuku felt that his actions were questionable, she didn't betray that fact to him.

Leaving the two of them behind, Chrollo made his way to the door Illumi had entered and pulled it open.

This room was darker than the rest of the casino, and without the electric lights that brightened the building and the bodies of the customers that increased the temperature with their own body heat, it was much cooler in the room as well.

It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light, but when they did, he saw that Illumi was leaning against a smaller circular table, toying with one of his needles as he watched Chrollo enter.

“I thought you didn't like the body-guarding jobs,” Chrollo said as the door behind him slowly swung shut.

“I owed my brother for his assistance on my last assignment,” Illumi explained, “so I'm filling in for him.”

Chrollo nodded, though he didn't particularly care all that much. Whatever the reason, the presence of a Zoldyck would hinder things. Best to get straight to the point.

“How much are you being paid for this job?” Chrollo asked.

Illumi's eyebrows raised slightly.

“You think you can pay me off?”

“It worked once before.”

“So it did,” Illumi conceded, “but it would start to look suspicious if I accepted your offer too many times, no? It would be a problem if people thought the Zoldycks could be bought out. Our reputation is everything.”

“Well, you can't help it if your client decides that your services aren't needed and lets you go, now can you?”

“Another inexplicable 'termination' with a job that involved the Phantom Troupe?” Illumi asked, “father was annoyed that I did that last time, though he was more annoyed that I took the job in the first place.”

Illumi sighed.

“But again, doing that too often would look strange, and I will not do anything to harm our business reputation.”

“Very few people knew about the previous hit on Pakunoda,” said Chrollo, “there would be few who would notice a particular pattern, and I think the two of us are both inclined to avoid an unnecessary fight if possible.”

“True. Killing you and the rest of your group would take some time. And it wouldn't be worth the amount that woman is offering. Really, she's low-balling us. I don't know what Milluki was thinking when he took this job. Didn't even make her pay upfront.”

“Then we can come to an agreement?” Chrollo asked.

Illumi closed his eyes in thought, his fingers still twirling around that needle. He was considering it.

Chrollo waited in silence. Trying to push Illumi to do one thing was unproductive and could possibly make him decide to fight after all, though he was certain that Illumi was already willing to take him up on the offer since the assassin hadn't sent his needles flying the second Chrollo walked in. Pulling out his phone, Chrollo checked the time: 8:54 PM. He had planned for this particular operation to begin at 9:15. The owner was part of a group that had begun to throttle the livelihood of Meteor City, and tonight she was the host of a party for that group that was taking place in the upper floors while celebrating the successful opening night of her casino. The main purpose was to send a message: kill the group and anyone else in the building so the rest of the world knew not to interfere with the business of his Meteor City. Whatever valuables they collected would just be bonuses for the troupe to divide amongst themselves.

Though Chrollo rarely went back to the city these days, it was beneficial for him if the city still existed. And though he would never admit it out loud, there was of that sentimental feeling of wanting to protect his old home, as harsh and cruel as it had been for him growing up.

Illumi opened his eyes and looked to Chrollo.

“3 billion and I'll leave.”

“That's quite a lot,” said Chrollo, “much more than I paid last time. Why such a steep increase?”

“So it's worth my while.”

Chrollo mulled it for a bit, checking his phone again: 8:57. He certainly had the funds to pay Illumi's price, but it did feel like he was being somewhat taken advantage of in this case. Still keeping an eye on Illumi, Chrollo couldn't help but notice that the assassin seemed to have something else on his mind that he was considering. Then, like he had come to a decision, he sat up a bit straighter as he addressed Chrollo again.

“There's one more thing,” Illumi said.

“Something more than 3 billion jenny, Illumi?”

“Just some time; give me four minutes before you start.”

Chrollo hummed. Illumi didn't need that much time to vacate a building like this. Was it an attempt to set some kind of trap? No, that was unlikely. It would be far too obvious and Illumi wouldn't go to such lengths unless he was being paid to do so. Still, he couldn't help but be a little curious as to what Illumi would need that time for.

“Why four minutes?”

“Personal reasons.”

Ah. He should have sensed something like that would be the answer.

“A lot can happen in even a single minute, Illumi. And you want four?”

“Four minutes is unreasonable?”

“Not enough to end this deal, but I may want you to lower your price a bit.”

“Are you trying to haggle with me?”

Illumi frowned a little when Chrollo smiled at him.

“Maybe just by 60 million or so,” Chrollo said.

“So you'd rather pay two billion, nine hundred and forty million?” Illumi asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It's still more than you'll get if you keep your current contract, correct?”

Chrollo saw the corners of Illumi's mouth turn upwards ever so slightly, a small smirk on his face as he closed his eyes again and considered the offer.

“That's true. Even taking that out I'd still be much better off.”

Chrollo checked the time and found it to be 9:01 PM. If Illumi came to a decision soon the troupe's operation could still go as planned.

“Very well,” Illumi said after a moment of thought, “transfer me the money first.”

With a nod, Chrollo accessed one of his bank accounts through his phone, bringing up the necessary amount and transferring it to the account number Illumi gave him. Within a few minutes, the transaction was completed. Illumi seemed rather pleased with himself, Chrollo noted.

“Perhaps you should stay in here for a moment,” Chrollo said, “Shalnark is upstairs. I can order him to take control of the owner and have her officially fire you. Then there won't be any issues with your family, correct?”

“That won't be necessary,” Illumi answered.

“Oh?”

“I got fired before you got here.”

“..... Excuse me?”

There was a flat tone to Chrollo's voice that made Illumi chuckle as the latter continued “that woman felt like she was wasting her money, but she was pressured to hire one of the Zoldycks at the behest of her guests. Seems to me like she was looking for an excuse to get out of paying the full fee. Apparently I was 'unprofessional'. But I'm glad I caught sight of you, otherwise this evening would have been more of a loss for me.”

Chrollo said nothing at first. Illumi had been careful with his wording, Chrollo realized, and it hadn't occurred to him to ask if Illumi was still under contract.

The funds weren't that important to Chrollo, but he couldn't help but feel rather miffed. Had he known that the assassin was currently out of a job, there wouldn't have been a reason to pay a higher price than normal; Illumi would have been left between going home empty-handed or with whatever Chrollo would have been willing to give him.

But then again, how could he have anticipated that a Zoldyck would have gotten fired?

Realizing that he had been played, Chrollo checked his phone again: 9:07. At least they'd still be able to start on time.

“Your four minutes start now,” he said.

Nodding, Illumi stood from where he'd been leaning against the table. He made his way through the room, past Chrollo and to the door that lead to the hall where Phinks and Shizuku waited.

“Perhaps you could humor me,” Chrollo said as he walked by, “it shouldn't take you four minutes to exit a place like this. What exactly are those personal reasons?”

Illumi chuckled a bit as he placed his hand on the knob.

“I suppose you can see for yourself if you decide to watch me leave.”

With that, Illumi left, the door swinging shut.

Standing alone in the dark room, Chrollo wasn't sure what to make of Illumi's behavior. He was used to the assassin being more straight-forward. He was secretive, yes, but there was something about the way he had acted just now that seemed a bit more.... Playful.

Illumi and Hisoka had known each other before Chrollo had met the long-haired man, and the two had seemed like they were in frequent contact. Perhaps, Chrollo mused, some of Hisoka's less-than-ideal qualities were rubbing off on Illumi.

Phinks and Shizuku approached him immediately after he also exited the room.

“It looked like he was leaving,” Shizuku said, “were you able to talk him down?”

“Yes. It was more expensive than it needed to be, but he'll be leaving shortly,” Chrollo answered as he nodded at her.

“He required four minutes before we began, so we'll be able to stay on schedule,” he continued as he looked at his phone again. 9:08.

The two spiders nodded (though Phinks seemed somewhat disappointed to not have a chance to fight Illumi) and Chrollo updated the rest of the troupe. The three of them slowly began to walk back to the main hall before coming to a stop at one of the balcony's. Below them the crowd had only managed to have grow larger as more people had entered to try their luck in the new gambling hall. For the majority of the crowd it seemed to be more of a pastime as they looked more well-to-do, but there were a few individuals who already appeared to be reaching a point of desperation, sweating nervously while they looked to the indifferent dealers.

A grand clock at the top of the hall showed the time to be nearing 9:10, and they had yet to see Illumi leave the building.

“Why did he want four minutes?” Shizuku asked.

“He wouldn't say,” Chrollo answered her.

“Hm. I wonder what it was,” Shizuku said.

“It seems he wanted to collect some woman before we got started,” Phinks suddenly said.

“Huh?”

Both Chrollo and Shizuku looked to where Phinks was looking. Within the crowd they saw Illumi walking through, accompanied by you. He held your hand as he lead you through the throng of guests, and you were giggling at something he had said while you intertwined your fingers with his. Illumi smiled back at you as he continued to pull you forward.

It was not a sight Chrollo had anticipated, nor was he expecting to see the darkened marks on your neck when he squinted. Marks that could've been made by Illumi's mouth.

Remembering that Illumi had said he'd been terminated for being unprofessional, and suddenly the reason for his firing became clear.

“That's just a civilian, right?” Phinks asked, “what does he want with her?”

“I guess he doesn't want to leave her here to die,” said Shizuku, “that's sweet.”

Chrollo continued to watch as the two of you made it to the other end of the hall. When you were finally out of the crowd, you went to wrap your arm around the one that had been leading you, smiling up at him as you two continued your way to the entrance. There weren't many who could touch one of the Zoldycks like that and live to tell the tale. Phinks was most likely right in his assessment; you weren't anything special. You probably had no idea who the person was that you were so happily walking off with or how dangerous he was.

Illumi said something and smiled at you before the two of you began walking again, but Chrollo didn't miss the little warning glance the assassin had sent in his direction.

As Shizuku and Phinks talked amongst themselves on what all that was about, Chrollo found himself unsure of what to think of this particular turn of events.

Evidently to Illumi, you were worth at least 60 million jenny.

You had come to this event on behalf of your friend Kiki, who had been invited by her cousin who had wanted to spend a milestone birthday at the casino. Places like this had never done much for you; the odds were always stacked in favor of the house and you didn't want to lose your hard-earned cash by gambling it away. You only came to do a favor for your friend, and yet about an hour into the evening, she had left you to chat up someone at the bar, leaving you with a group of people you only vaguely knew in an even bigger sea of strangers. Most ignored you, but there was the occasional middle-aged man who would eye you up and make you feel uncomfortable enough that you felt like you needed to leave the general area.

And then you ran into him.

The handsome man with long black hair and dark eyes who'd been walking about. He caught your attention like he'd caught the attention of most of the people around him, though they had seemed more content to watch him and gossip about him from afar. Maybe it was because no one else was going for it, maybe it was because you were slightly jealous that Kiki had managed to find an actual date for the night, or maybe you were just tired of the gross older men that kept ogling you and you wanted to be able to enjoy yourself with someone that you were actually in to. Regardless of whatever it was that made you do it, you approached the man and asked if he wanted to get a drink with you.

He hadn't wanted any drinks, but your boldness had impressed him enough that he wanted to talk with you. In private. Leading you away from the crowd and noise, he took you to a staff-only hallway where he introduced himself as Illumi. You introduced yourself to him, and the two of you managed to hit it off, having a lengthy conversation that ended when he kissed you suddenly. It seemed like something that had been spur-of-the-moment for him, and he pulled away from you to ask if you had liked it. Your answer was to pull him back onto your lips.

Your make-out session had culminated in him pushing you against the wall while he sucked hickeys into the skin of your neck.

And then you got caught.

You were expecting that you'd both get kicked out, but Illumi had been asked to accompany some of the casino staff while you were taken back to the main hall. Being that they were more concerned about Illumi, they left you there while you tried to hide the marks Illumi had left behind. You hadn't been sure if you would see him again; you didn't realize that he'd been working for the casino, and you were worried that you had cost him his job.

So it was unexpected when he appeared before you and asked you to leave with him.

But you said 'yes' without any hesitation.

You slid into the backseat of the car that had pulled up, Illumi coming in after you.

“The Palazzo,” Illumi instructed the driver.

Wait....

“Isn't that the really expensive hotel on the riverfront?” you asked Illumi.

“Yes. I've been staying there,” he answered.

You were amazed that he had the cash to be able to stay at a place like that. Then worry hit you.

“I got you fired, didn't I? Are you sure that isn't an issue?”

With that same small smile you had seen several times now since he'd opened up to you, Illumi smiled back at you.

“I got a better payout leaving like I did than if I had stayed. So don't worry, there's no issue.”

That eased your worries a bit, and you settled yourself into the seat as the car began to pull forward. You glanced back at the illuminated casino as you drove off, and another pang of guilt hit you.

“What's wrong?” Illumi asked.

“I left my friend without telling her anything,” you said as you pulled out your phone, “I should text her about where I'm going.”

“Mm. Yes, that would be a good idea.”

Illumi's tone was always rather flat, so you didn't notice that he seemed slightly displeased as you messaged Kiki to let her know you had left. It seemed like she'd found her own date, so hopefully she wouldn't be too mad at you. It wasn't like she'd been left alone.

The instant you hit 'send', you turned your attention back to Illumi.

“Think she'll get it in time? The reception was a little spotty in some places,” you said.

“It was fine, but don't worry about that.”

With that, Illumi pulled you into his lap while you yelped. You wanted to protest, seeing as you two were in a moving vehicle and the driver could tell what the two of you were doing. Illumi held you securely, however, and when you looked to the front of the car, you found that a sheet of tinted glass now separated the front from the back. The driver must have been able to read the mood.

“Don't worry about what's going on back there,” Illumi told you, “from this point on, all I want for you to focus on is me.”

His order made you blush, and you shyly answered with an “okay” before his lips were on you.

The casino and the people inside it were the last things on your mind that night.

#yandere x reader #illumi zoldyck #illumi x reader #yandere #yandere hxh #yandere illumi #chrollo lucilfer #reader insert #yandere hunter x hunter #chrollo gets scammed #hope its not too dumb

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starlitheaven · 3 years

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Chrollo would take you out on a date to an art auction that Kuroro Lucilfer was definitely not invited to. Anyway, you two have fun discussing the art and making up your own interpretations (getting more ridiculous as the champagne keeps coming around), and he talks up several wealthy people. You’re perfectly fine getting buzzed off expensive alcohol and full from finger foods while watching your fiancé mess with the rich.

The men talk to him and try to passive aggressively talk down to him a bit because they assume he’s not as wealthy/educated/experienced due to his young age. These are mostly the ones coming from old money. After observing them, he successfully pulls off the perfect persona of a wide eyed newly wealthy man who’s trying to impress his lovely companion. It’s the image they have of him, and playing into it will make things easier and more fun.

These rich men make a show of being impressed at how he can keep up with their “highly educated” topics of conversation, when Chrollo is actually bored as fuck finding them bland. He has more fun making their wives swoon, which only irritates the older men. You’re not even bothered by how they bat their eyelashes at him, he’s just being charming and the bar is apparently in hell for these poor women.

It all works out because by the time the biddings start, the men are just as Chrollo wants them. Insecure and threatened enough by him to impulsively bid more than they planned, and stupidly confident in the idea that they’ll win. You’re on your way to being drunk as you accept another flute of champagne from a passing server. Taking a sip to cover up your snickering, you look up to see how your beloved is making a show of disappointment at losing the bids.

A few days later, you receive an image from Chrollo and it’s all the paintings gathered at their hideout. In the background you see Shizuku and Shalnark crouched by one, curiously looking at it. When your love finally comes back to you, you’re watching the news when they suddenly report on the stolen paintings. It cuts to footage of those older men looking absolutely distraught, with the reporter stating how much the paintings are worth and how much each bidder paid.

That was truly the cherry on top to a successful job. Chrollo let them talk down to him (well, his persona) and inflated their egos to the point of overpaying as some sort of dick measuring contest those old men made up in their head. Only to steal their paintings. Now no paintings, and all that money is lost. It’s such a big deal that the news station keeps on looping the story and that’s the background noise Chrollo roughly and sloppily fucks you to. He fucks you like a man starved and lets out these rough and wild little laughs as he occasionally watches the report in between.

#it’s 2:34am???? this is all on mobile sorry #idk wtf this is #chrollo x reader #chrollo x you #chrollo lucilfer #I just like him having fun and getting off on scamming rich people #a loser but hot

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hysokaz · 2 years

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chrollo and illumi both invest in crypto the difference is chrollo will rob an entire auction house to get a shitty lion nft

#hisoka would right click his lion nft to piss him off sooo much #in the most honest truth milluki is probably the one mining crypto and i think he can only get awaywith not doing shit because he gets his #family lots of money through that #i wouldnt be surprised if milluki is lowkey scamming chrollo with nfts #yes..i am tired #and have nothing better to do #hey any of my followers watch bsd been getting really into bsd latetly . i hate it !#hxh #chrollo lucilfer #illumi zoldyck

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illuzoldycks · 3 years

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if hxh characters had a powerpoint night

kurapika: why what im doing is morally okay

leorio: 10 reasons why i think humor is a normal coping mechanism

gon: why we should never use math again :)

killua: 26 reasons why you should give me a 70% cut of all the chocolate you purchase

hisoka: a comprehensive list of who i wanna fight with my bungee gum and why

illumi: why i'm a good big brother (killua, pay attention mom and dad helped me with this.)

chrollo: is therapy really a necessity? the answer might shock you

feitan: is reading important?

phinks: why i think supreme is the best clothing line

kite: fellas is it gay to chase your mentor around the world for a crumb of validation

pariston: why i'm better than all of you

ging: i left to get a gallon of milk and never came back, heres why

shizuku: i cant be pretty and know math

machi: 15 things you can do before accepting a date with hisoka

pakunoda: 12 reasons why u should adopt a cat and slap phinks (in this order)

shalnark: all of us should have fruity bat phones

bisky; why i listen to meg thee stallion and U should too

milluki: who is hatsune miku and why am i dating her

uvogin: gyms are a scam, here's how i came out shredded as fuck

nobunaga: my hair regimen (phinks please pay attention.)

franklin: why nobunaga should talk way less

genthru: how to be absolutely Godlike in fortnite.

kalluto: what to do if your brother doesnt come back home? join the troupe, hi im kalluto

mummy guy: why im useful to the troupe

mereum: chess. lets talk about it.

pouf: why its homophobic that mereum pays attention to komugi

pitou: why pouf should stop talking

youpi: im hot as fuck and heres why

cheetu: i do not sound like the laffy taffy song guy please.

silva: why my finishing move is sitting on someones face *pic of chrollo looking absolutely terrified*

alluka: 3 reasons why ponies are superior to u and why i need one

cheadle: if murder was legal id kill pariston heres why

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shirophantomvox · 3 years

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Leorio, Hisoka, Illumi, and Chrollo Head Canons #2

What’s up y’all! Thank you so much to the people who have given me feedback about what posts you all would like to see! This post will be about the “Adult Trio” and Leorio about how they would help their significant other with a subject in college. This one is a good suggestion! I’m going to incorporate fluff in this, as I am a sucker for fluff. I hope you all enjoy this! I most certainly do. This post is about 2687 words but don't worry, it's worth the read! These head canons came from my mind its a coincidence that some of these pictures match the thoughts. Portentous (old English) means wonderful or marvelous (in modern English) FYI: I am thinking about creating a discord server for both Voltron and Hunter x Hunter fans. I don’t know how to use the fancy perks of discord yet, so if you know how to and can help me out, send me a message! Alright, let’s get to it! Obviously these images are from Pinterest.

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Leorio

“Mr. Leorio”, as we all know, is a sharp guy. He dresses in a suit, carries a suitcase, and wants to be a doctor. This man knows everything about academics, especially math and science. He will need to know these subjects to be a successful medical doctor.

Leorio received an A- in Calculus II and a B+ in Organic Chemistry. He was the only one that passed with flying colors while everyone else barely made it. He didn’t gloat in their faces but as soon as he got into the hallway he jumped for joy.

He was extremely happy about his progress and counted the days until graduation even though that was in 5 years. Wow! Don’t we love graduate school?!

He deserved the high grades because he spent countless nights studying missing parties, football games, and being with you just to make sure he was on the right track to graduating on time.

As we all know, Leorio wanted to pursue this career because he witnessed his best friend dying in front of him powerless to save him. The care for his friend would have been too expensive. Obtaining his degree was in honor of his friend; he’d save countless children, women, and men who’d all thank him for his hard work.

Leorio didn’t socialize much, but he did find himself hanging around a group of classmates that were a part of a co-ed fraternity that provided information on scholarship money for graduate school and job opportunities. This is where he met you. You didn’t want to be a doctor but instead wanted to be a computer scientist and decided to volunteer for this fraternity job fair.

As he rejoiced, his smile faded when he saw you walking down the hallway; tears falling from your face not caring who stared at you. He quickly walked up to you, put his arm around your back, and gave you a soft hug.

“What’s the matter,” he asks.

You were failing Calculus, a class you’ve been taking since the 12th grade but for some reason, you couldn’t pass it. Everyone else had A’s and B’s, while you had a D. D’s aren't accaetable in college; most make you retake the class.

“Don’t worry. I’ve just passed my midterm. I can help you study. You’ll pass; trust me.”

Later on that evening, he kept his promise but gave it a unique twist. He kept the lights off and lit 4 Yankee-sized candles in the room that smelled like Lavender. In the background, he had piano jazz playing on his speaker. You felt confused for a moment. You and Leorio weren’t necessarily dating but you both flirted with each other here and there. He wasn’t a social butterfly, but he felt comfortable talking to you.

“Um...what’s the music for?”

“It helps me concentrate. Believe it or not, it helps my brain flow. You like it don’t you?”

“No, actually I don’t.” Truth be told you loved it but you wanted to pull his strings a little. He looked up with a confused look.

“Ok. I’ll turn it off.”

“I'm kidding! It’s great!”

Whenever he cannot solve a Calculus question, he reviews similar problems from Algebra II. He applies this knowledge to your problem.

“Perform the indicated function evaluations for f(x)=3−5x−2x^2 . I’ll solve the first part for an example: f(6+t) simply means you will exchange “x” for 6+t. It will look like f(6+t)=3-5(6+t)-2(6+t)^2=-49 . You’d distribute -5 and -2 to the numbers inside of the brackets in which they are next to.”

Wow, that was easy! Wait, not he must think you’re stupid.

“You must think I’m stupid, don’t you?”

“Of course not! It took me a while to understand it too. You’ll apply the same knowledge for the rest.”

After what seemed like 4 hours (which was 2), you finally finished your homework! It was probably wrong but at least you made it past the 1st question! As you blew out the candles and turned on your LED lights instead, you see Leorio sleeping on your couch. Something about his soft face made you smile and place your hand over your heart.

“My little doctor,” you whispered to yourself.

“Well, come give this doctor some company then. I’m freezing over here!”

The throw blanket was large enough for you both. Snuggling on the couch was a great end to a stressful day.

Chrollo

To everyone else Chrollo was “Boss” or “Boss Man” but to you, he was Chrollo. Big C was known for his love for poetry and language.

He read poetry any chance he had at lunch and even dinner. It had gotten so bad that you had to tell him for the millionth time “No books at the table!”

Given his past, he always read at least 2 hours a day or one book a week. Reading is what got him through the day.

He was staying in your dorm for the day to relax because he had taken and passed his midterms to. The young thief thought about hiding in the closet but he didn’t because he sensed that you’d be tense because of midterms.

As you walked through the door, you looked angry, so angry that you could punch a wall. He immediately rose to his feet, threw his arms straight out in front of him, and motioned for you to stop. You just stared at him blankly.

“Come here,” he said like you, on cue, melted in his arms. He was warm and the deepness of his cooing voice vibrated against your neck. “What’s the problem?”

“I’m failing this stupid Shakespeare class!”

“Really?”

“Yes and if I don’t pass this midterm I’m going to fail the class for the 3rd time. I want to drop out! Who needs this scam anyway?!”

Chrollo held you a bit longer until you were ready to sit down and get to business. You pulled out your college’s book about Shakespeare plays and how he used Old English. Chrollo was the perfect man for the job! He’s read Macbeth and Romeo and Juliet several times!

Chrollo read a few stanzas and explained them. He then had you read some on your own and explain them...still you can’t.

He notices the problem immediately. He catches you snuggling comfortably against his toned arm, nearly falling asleep.

Chrollo laid at the very corner of the couch as you lay horizontally placing your head against his chest. You were comfortable but you weren’t able to focus. He notices this and slightly demands that you go sit at the table. When it came to academics, he was serious.

For as long as he had been reading, he has an arsenal of vocabulary words ready to be of use. He created flashcards for you and had you flip them over for nearly an hour. You start to memorize the words!

But you’re not done yet.

“Say the word ‘portentous’.”

“Por-ten-trious…?”

“No. Por-ten-tas.”

“Tias…?”

He moved his chair next to you, just an inch away from your face. He cups your mouth and moves it as he speaks again. This wasn’t a hard clutch, it was soft and he wasn’t irritated but he could sense that you were becoming irritated.

“Por-ten-tas,” he said again.

Instead of letting your cheeks go, his eyes diverted to your lips. They were moist and plump, ready to be met by his.

“Your lips are gorgeous. Kisseth me quite quaint.”

Oh no. Look at the monster you’ve created.

Chrollo created a reward system. Whenever he did things right as a child, he was rewarded with money and jewels. For every word you pronounced and defined correctly, he kissed you once. For each word you got correct in a row, he’d kiss you twice.

Soon enough he had kissed you so much that you couldn’t see straight!

The kisses worked because you passed your midterm! Each kiss placed a stain in your brain that made you remember the definition and how to pronounce it.

You and Chrollo celebrated by drinking champagne and listened to him read Sonnet 23 and 57.

Hisoka

As unusual as it seems, Hisoka is gifted when it comes to Chemistry specifically. That is why you two work well together...there is some chemistry going on between you two.

His hair down and his glasses were his alter ego, it was something that made him act completely different than what you were used to.

When you all were freshmen, he would skip class, attend parties, and would be hungover almost every week but once he was called into the Dean’s office, he changed.

You slightly missed that edgy side of him, but you enjoyed having a serious beau.

Hisoka is a social butterfly and is the life of the conversation and you loved him for it but sometimes it was awkward.

While he was chatting away about Calcium (Ca) and Iron (Fe), you stood there nodding like an idiot. You had NO IDEA about what he was talking about and that is why you were going to drop your chemistry class.

“I saw an imbecile put aluminum foil in the microwave and it burst into flames. How did they not know that Microwaves are the radio waves falling under frequency around 2500 megahertz? Any metallic object detected by radio waves inside the microwave acts as a reflector of radio waves.”

You shove his arm hard. He was acting arrogant in front of his friends. You were used to this but it got on your nerves. You made mistakes, everyone does!...even those that almost burn down the entire dorm room.

You two leave the party and head to his dorm room. Once you were settled, you released a can of anger and threw it all over your boyfriend.

“Hisoka? You just humiliated me.”

“Oh? No one knows that I was talking about you, my dear.”

“Don’t ‘my dear’ me! I asked for your help and you’re ignoring me. I don’t appreciate that. I didn’t ignore you when you sprained your ankle, did I?”

“No, you didn’t, dear. I supposed I have a few hours to kill. What do you need help with?”

Hisoka’s way of studying was much different from other students. He exercises like crazy before he opens his textbook.

He listens to EDM instrumentals while on the treadmill and when he lifts weights. You weren’t standing there like a trophy, he made you lift too.

“Being healthy will help your brain flow more easily. Lift this dumbbell as heavy as you can.”

He ran a mile on the track upstairs. Sweat dripped from his face like he had been standing outside in the rain.

By the time you returned to his dorm, you were beyond tired. You laid your head on his pillow but just as you closed your eyes, he pulled you up on your feet.”

“Not on my watch,” he tutted. “It’s chemistry time.”

You were having trouble memorizing Chemical Formulas and this by far was the most difficult concept you had come across.

To make you stay awake, he turned on a bright LED light and faced it towards the table. The bright light nearly made your head fall off from the pain it reflected in your eyes.

Hisoka grabbed his book and began to write down the major chemicals on the periodic table and their charges.

“Pay attention to the following abbreviations and charges: Calcium is Ca, Chloride is Cl+2, Carbide is C+2, and Carbon Dioxide is CO+2. Read these over and I’ll test you again.”

He did just that but you still weren’t understanding. You were ready to give up.

Stupid scam. Why do I need a piece of paper to determine what I can do? You thought to yourself. Well, it’s obvious. If you can’t do the work now, what makes you think you can do it at a job? Harsh, I know.

“Let me try this,” He said. He carried you to his bedroom and gently placed you on it. He took off his shirt and removed his glasses. “Aluminum has a charge of +3 and Oxygen has -2. If there were three of me and two of my clones disappeared, how many of me are left?”

“Just you, right? One”

“Correct! Excellent.”

Wow, everything started making sense once he took his shirt off.

From then, he just inserted himself into the equation and then it started to make sense! He apologized for running his mouth earlier and promised to keep any more secrets between you two. The night ended with you sleeping in his bed wrapped in a cotton blanket just cuddling and that was it. And bam! You slept as sound.

Illumi

Dating the “hot” quiet history buff was a flex of its own. Sure Illumi didn’t talk to anyone besides you, but it didn’t matter. People swooned if he looked in their direction.

History was a popular major during your era. People were not like their grandparents; they wanted to learn about other cultures besides their own. Illumi’s specialty was in world history and civilizations. The class was very interesting to you but there was so much information, you could barely process it.

Illumi often wrote his essays in one day proofread and all! He often charged people to look their essays over.

One time he made $500 in one year!

Glancing at your transcripts, he notices that you have a C- and offers to help.

“Why are you looking through my stuff?”

Hey, he’s your boyfriend! But still, he should ask.

“Sorry. It was up on the screen,” he said, throwing his hands in the air.

You began to blush in embarrassment. The hottest smartest man in the building now knew that you were failing one of the easiest classes on campus.

Placing his thumb under your chin, he lifted your head to meet his gaze. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I can help you.”

“How? I am so behind! I zoned out after chapter 2!”

“We’ll watch a movie.”

“Oh, God! Not one from PBS is it?!”

“Yes. How else are you supposed to learn?”

He turns on the movie and allows you to lay your head on his shoulder but not too much. He is aware of your tricks and he wants you to pay attention.

Every 15 minutes, he pauses the movie and asks you checkpoint questions. If you got them wrong, you had to stand up with your underclothes on (t-shirt and shorts) in the cool room for 10 minutes. If you got the questions right, he allows you to lay more comfortably. You were already in your underclothes but you were under the blanket.

He made you write down key definitions and the embarrassment of each section.

After the movie, he blindfolds you and reads out a term. Surprisingly, you got them all correct!

As a reward for your past midterm, he takes you to dinner at a restaurant where he slips a promise ring on your finger containing your birthstone.

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