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yandere-daydreams · 1 year

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Title: Flu Season.

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader (HxH).

Word Count: 1.6k.

TW: Kidnapping, Mentions of Guns, and Imprisonment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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tht0nesimp · 8 months

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thinking about different hxh YANDERES who come across their darling while they are moving, It probably reinforces a lot of their ideas that darling is weak…so I wrote about it

ILLUMI, HISOKA, CHROLLO, KILLUA, GON

tw: Infantilization, Self indulgent, not edited, mentions of kidnapping

It’s also a bit of a ego boost

He sees you struggle to carry a 150 pound bed frame down the stairs and it nearly melts his heart that someone so weak managed to last longer than 10 years on this planet

He will, of course, like any good husband would, start making a training plan for when he takes you in

He would never offer to help, but he may stick a needle in your neighbor, He couldn’t bare to see you struggle so hard or possibly even get hurt

He knows your weak, but don’t worry, He’ll mold you into a much stronger person! Even if he has to break you first…

He frowns a bit, this was overly pathetic

It doesn’t bore him to see you so sore and struggling normally…But this was just sad

Why didn’t you just hire a moving company? Why must you make yourself suffer so much?

He won’t offer help, but energy drinks might appear randomly in your fridge for a bit Maybe with his own special ingredient

Hm, this was an opportunity

He doesn’t necessarily consider his darling weak before this, atleast not by normal standards, but he figures your actually below average

He overestimates how easy this is for a normal person by quite a bit and is not self aware about that fact for once

When he inevitably brings you home, He will more than likely be a bit more gentle and probably won’t let you do a lot more than he might have without seeing that

Congrats! You’ve dug yourself an even deeper hole, full of child safety locks and baby proofing…

He giggles

Its not like he’s a sadist or anything! or so he says But it’s just a little funny to see…

He will offer to help and because he doesn’t look all strong with his T-shirt and shorts on..He’s a bit surprising, to say the least

Not only does he lift like a champ, he has no problem maneuvering through doorways or disassembling things

He gets what would have been 3 hours of work from you, into 30 minutes of him softly humming as he carries furniture easily weighing 100+ pounds down the stairs like it’s nothing

He might bring it up jokingly when you’ve settled in after he takes you, but he probably won’t hold it against you

Gon is by far the most understanding!

He offers to help, You may be a bit surprised but Gon still isn’t Superman

He might struggle a tiny bit if math is involved in disassembling things but he works quick and well

The look of appreciation on your face makes it all worth it

There remains hope you’ll keep the same affection for him after he takes you away from your life…

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kimbap-r0ll · 9 months

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Hello, i have a request for phantom troop(you dont have to do them all) finding out that one of the only reasons the reader joined was because they have a younger sibling to look after, and needed the money. This can be platonic or romantic (i leave this in your hands) feel free to ignore me. Have a nice day/night.

Ooh, this is interesting, thank you for the ask! I think I'll just pick and choose the characters, I'll go with Pakunoda, Chrollo, Uvogin, Machi, Feitan for this one! Also the relationship will be romantic for this too ^^

Pakunoda, Chrollo, Uvogin, Machi, Feitan with an s/o that joined the troupe to support their younger sibling

Pakunoda

At first she was a little surprised since it wasn't like most of the troupe cared about money. However, I feel like out of the troupe she's the one that will understand you the most because she also tends to be someone that cares for others almost like a mother

She won't judge you at all, and if other members of the troupe have something to say about your situation she won't hesitate to talk back to them. She won't throw insults, but she'll definitely give them a stern reminder that the troupe is meant to be open to anyone and everyone that can make it

If you ever happen to show her your younger sibling, Pakunoda will probably be your sibling's favorite person in no time. She tends to be super caring and chill at the same time, so I doubt kids will hate her haha

Overall she doesn't mind your reason for joining since joining the troupe alone makes you above average in skills and it means you were more or less accepted by Chrollo's standards. If you happen to be looking for a place to stay however, she'll definitely say you should move to Meteor City where she's from

Chrollo

He won't judge you, he's extremely open-minded and has no issue with you wanting to look after your younger sibling. He might have some questions as to why exactly the troupe was your choice though since it's such a dangerous team

I doubt other members of the troupe will talk badly about you in front of him, but in the rare case it happens he doesn't stop them with words but rather gives them a cold stare. It's enough to shut them up before Chrollo talks to them about it in private

If you need a helping hand, I feel like he would be super happy to help! Though they don't look like it, I feel like all members of the troupe have a soft spot for kids. Chrollo's super chill around your sibling too, they might ask when you two are getting married haha

Similar to Pakunoda, he may offer you and your sibling to come back to Meteor City if you two aren't already living there.

Uvogin

He might ask you why you then decided the troupe would be where you wanted to stay when you could've been doing something else like a job in regular society or a hunter, since you clearly have the skills to become one. However, after you give your explanation, he'll be like "yeah I'm actually really happy you're part of the team, means I get to see you more often!"

He's the type to throw fists when other members of the troupe look at you disapprovingly. Most troupe members won't care tbh, but in the case that they say anything he'll have no trouble jumping on them :/

The cool uncle that your younger sibling always wanted! He was probably the one that asked if you wanted him to help you out at home. If you really need any extra help outside of troupe antics, he'll be there!

He doesn't really care about money but at the same time he does understand that you need to help out your sibling. He'll do what he can to support you, but most importantly he won't judge you for your reasons of joining the troupe

Machi

She honestly didn't really mind when you revealed your reason for joining the troupe. "As long as you aren't some crazy clown trying to fight Chrollo you're good," she might say, giving you a friendly punch on the shoulder

She isn't really like a mom-friend, but there have been times where she felt like an elder sister to some of the troupe. Because of this, she's actually just as protective of you and of your sibling as well. She's super caring, it's honestly really nice!

Machi won't fight against other troupe members calling you out or looking at you disapprovingly, but she will definitely give them a stare and maybe throw a mean insult in their direction. The only person she won't do that to would be Chrollo, but honestly the leader probably doesn't mind your situation at all

She asked if you wanted to move to Meteor City if you weren't already there right after you said you needed to take care of your younger sibling. I feel like she thinks it's the safest place since she grew up there, but in the end she's open to anything that you want and will be there to help you out

Feitan

Out of these troupe members he was probably the only one that thought it was a little weird at first. You were scared he would tell you it wasn't right for you to join the troupe, but he was more confused rather than upset at your situation.

However, he hides that he thinks it's admirable you're throwing your life at risk for family. It's sort of like what he saw in Meteor City, and perhaps what the troupe is doing to support the children back where he's from. He has a soft spot for kids, he won't show it though

He probably said he didn't want to help you out when you were with your younger sibling, but when he showed up at your door you knew he was probably lying about hating kids. He turns out to be really chill, sometimes even cute in your eyes. If you tease him about it he might get a little upset though haha

He stands up for you in the case any troupe member thinks what you're doing is wrong. They likely won't, but if it happens he has no issue pulling out a weapon and throwing it in their direction. He cares a lot about you, and now that he knows there's someone you want to protect, he'll do his best to help you out

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after-witch · 11 months

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What's your ultimate yandere fantasy? Who's your yandere, what's the situation? What's your favorite ending?

I don't know about ultimate fantasy but...

My absolutely #1 yandere-scenario-I-like-to-think-about is not being allowed to go somewhere/do a specific thing because I'm not allowed to leave the house/cabin/basement/wherever I'm being held.

But! It's not just that you're told now. It's that you hope that you will be told yes, you think you're going to go, and then at the last minute it is all ripped away from you.

Like, say Chrollo bought you tickets to this very specific opera performance. A once-in-a-lifetime type performance, let's say. And you're looking forward to it, despite your general and understandable unhappiness at being kidnapped. You and Chrollo prep for it, on your insistence. You research the opera's history, the production, you watch a filmed version so you can compare it. Suffice to say, you are getting hyped.

But you misbehave a few days before the show, in a big way. Maybe you get physically aggressive, maybe you absolutely tear into him in a way that crosses your normal bitter banter, whatever it is, you fuck up enough that he tells you that you'll be staying in the hotel for the rest of the week.

You don't think about it much. You assume he means that your planned excursions to the market in town, the dinners out at restaurants, are cancelled. But the opera tickets don't even cross your mind, because that isn't some normal evening out for the two of you. It's The Event. The thing you've been anticipating for months. The thing you two have discussed over dinner, on the sofa, a shared. It's sacred, isn't it?

Except it's not. And Chrollo says nothing about it all day, but you figure, he's just being pissy about whatever it is you did and he won't be able to resist acting like his usual (irritating, but still) self once you guys leave for the theater.

And you get ready for the evening out, going above and beyond what you normally bothering doing. You dress in something stunning that he bought for you that you normally ignore, you dab on perfume or cologne, you wear makeup and go all out if you like it, you put on jewelry, etc etc. The point that is you Look Fucking Stunning, and you feel it too. You do a little spin in the mirror and really, you look good.

And you walk out of the bathroom, expecting Chrollo to say something, expecting to see him there in his tux, imagining that he'll want to slide up behind you and press his lips against your neck or something like that.

But he's just sitting at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee and a newspaper, wearing a casual outfit, nothing he'd normally wear on a fancy evening out.

He glances up at you and raises his eyebrows, and says something like, "What are you dressed up for, darling?"

And you sputter a little, because--he's not stupid, is he? You point out that it's the night of the opera, like he just forgot, even though there's a growing deep pit in your stomach that tells you exactly what's going on.

He lets you finish your little explanation and takes a sip of his coffee and reminds you that he said you weren't going anywhere this week.

But you insist. He couldn't have meant the opera. It's something you've been waiting for... for weeks! Months! You even go so far as to grab the tickets and hold them out and really, he doesn't have to go this far, but he will to show you that he means it. He'll stand up and calmly walk over to you and ask for the tickets.

And you'll hold them out, because you feel stunned, and he just takes them and rips them and it's like he ripped your heart in half too.

Your cheeks burn. Tears prick at your eyes. You feel heartbroken. More than that. You feel stupid, for getting your hopes up, for anticipating doing something with him. For wanting to go in the first place.

There's a horrible humiliation in it, too. You're all dressed up. Freshly showered, wearing something elegant, jewelry around your neck, hairspray or pins or whatnot keeping your hair and any ornamentation in place. You thought you looked good. You thought he would compliment you. You thought about how you might look tonight, on the arm of Chrollo dressed similarly in his tux. But what will you be doing instead?

All you can do is whip yourself around and run into the bathroom, locking the door and turning on the tub to drown out your ugly, self-pitying sobs.

Or maybe you get up the nerve to ask your kidnapper (and this scenario I've done with just about everyone that I think about) for something special--going to see a show, a book market, whatever--and they reject you and it hurts so much but what else can you do?

Or maybe it's your birthday, and you think that you will get to do something special. You ask about it beforehand, and oh, they don't want to hurt your feelings, so they say "they'll think about it." If you were a little kid asking your mom if you can go to the zoo on the weekend and she told you this, you know that this means "no." But you're not a kid anymore. You're an adult in an impossible, psychologically damaging scenario, and so you cling to this "I'll think about it" like a life line in a raging sea.

Your birthday comes and you're on pins and needles. They'll do it, won't they? It's your birthday, of course they will, of course of course... But when it comes time to open your gift or start the day, your request is nowhere near being fulfilled, and you swallow hard and work up the courage to ask--But what about...?

And oh, honey. No. You aren't going there.

And it makes your lips tremble and your cheeks burn and your chest sting, and it doesn't matter what else they got you or what they say--you wanted this one thing, special, for your birthday and you didn't get it and you'll never get it because you're never going to live a normal life again. And it hurts, hurts, hurts.

The general idea, for me, is absolutely perfect for working up the scenario to a fever pitch of emotion, boiling and boiling until it boils over and it's enough to make your chest hurt, enough to make your face scrunch up all twisted and ugly, enough to make you cry hot tears.

#yandere #yandere thoughts #yandere chrollo #what can I say I like scenarios that make me ugly cry

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wandererbf · 2 months

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How they would note that they love you

(English is not my native language)

Characters: Chrollo and Feitan

Chrollo Lucifer

• I think Chrollo would realize that he loves you when he saw with his own eyes that when you said you would die for him, you were serious

• You met when one day to another you arrived in Meteor City, even without telling him about where you came from he accepted you with open arms, so you were part of the Spiders from the beginning (you two meet at 14, if I’m correct is when he created the Spiders)

• Maybe the fact that you were already strong from a young age made him want to know more about you, maybe his curiosity may have led to his near death once or twice, but none as close as when your family found out where you were and went behind you

• Some years later, maybe when you two were 16, your older sister, Shinriu, came after you but as she was never a fan of physical aggression she preferred to threaten you first. She chased you for a while and saw you with Chrollo back and forth. well she has her target

• while Chrollo walked alone through the city, going to his usual meeting point. Shinriu captured him, then sending his butterflies in the direction he was going, knowing that you would get the message.

• As soon as you saw the red butterflies you knew what happened, running away and leaving the rest of the group without knowing what was happening, this may have been a mistake on your part but you were more worried about Chrollo than what could happen to you

• when the butterflies disappeared was when you could see your sister standing next to Lucifer's dead body, it made your blood run cold, but soon after it started to heat up like coal. You activated your nen, being an expert you could control blood if you drank some of the person you wanted to control. Without looking for a direct explanation, her eyes already told you what you needed to know

• Ultimately you managed to hurt your sister, not lethally but enough to make her angry. and god knows it's not good to irritate someone like her As you approached her, she sent her last attack that she would use here, sending a swell of carnivorous butterflies to the black-haired one on the ground, and honestly, your body moved without thinking.

• In seconds you jumped in front of the boy letting your skin be devoured, this would leave a scar but nothing that you wouldn't survive, but it certainly hurt. After that, your sister backed away, knowing that there was no point in trying to bring you back by force.

• Then you carried him to where the rest of the troupe was, and you should have seen their shock when they saw that situation. the only person really hurt was you since Chrollo had just been erased, but without any real injuries, you on the other hand...

• Even though you were hurt, you sat next to the bed where Chrollo was lying, and when he woke up you couldn't have been more scared than seeing his arms and neck bandaged.

• "Did you really fight your sister because of me?"

Feitan Portor

• Honestly, I don't think he even imagined he could love someone like that😻

• At the time they met, the troupe had already existed for a few years, but Chrollo thought it would be more dynamic for him to have infiltrators in the places he wanted to rob/invade, and that's where you come in

• because of the place you lived in as a child, always full of aristocrats as your family was too, you always had the best contacts to get ahead in life, and of course your ability to manipulate and intelligence were always what helped you the most, but that doesn't matter now

• Chrollo had sent you and Feitan on a mission to investigate what all the items in Yorkshin's auction would be, and since you two seemed close he didn't see why not send you together

• everything was going well, you were sitting next to Feitan at a table with the biggest supporters of the auction, although you didn't like it, sometimes your last name helped you in your missions, and that's why you got a schedule there at the table, but it was also It's risky since even if they didn't know you were with the Troupe there's always the chance that one aristocrat could outsmart the other

• That's when you started arguing, maybe it was at that point that everything went downhill

• If you asked me the reason for the fight, I would say it would be because the aristocrats didn't want Feitan there with you

• Even though you said he was your bodyguard and that you didn't want to be without him by your side

• That impressed him a little since You knew how to handle yourself and it was obvious that you were only doing this to continue being in his presence, and he knows how you lead the troupe beyond your will, so to risk so much for something so simple was impressive

• Remember when I said I thought everything had gone wrong at that moment? I think I was wrong, as everything really went wrong when the man in front of you raised a gun at you as he thought you were planning a coup and the boy next to you had a camera, not that it was very wrong but I think the man went crazy

• you could feel Feitan's bloodlust almost physically, his eyes were glued to that weapon, even though he knew that a mere weapon couldn't kill you, he was still enraged, and he had NEVER been that way for any other person in the Troupe

• When you activated your nen Feitan had already ripped off everyone's head in the room, you looked at him a little curious since he could have merely tortured the guy, get the information and then kill him. Since he didn't do anything much, why Feitan killed him so quickly?

• On the end he rolled his eyes when he realized the reason for feeling all that anger

• "I don't think it's a problem to just take whatever comes up at the auction, and anyway he was boring as hell.." - he said red, but it was obvious that you couldn't see it since his mask covered most of his face

#hxh x reader #chrollo x reader #chrollo hunter x hunter #chrollo lucilfer #feitan x reader #feitan #feitan portor #feitan hxh #hxh x y/n #hxh x you #hxh x male reader #hxh scenarios #hxh imagines #hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh 2011

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morallygreyyn · 2 years

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when the hxh boys want cuddles (hc)

warnings: fluff ig if you’re emo

characters: kurapika, hisoka, illumi

authors note: was kinda bored and thought fuck it, why not so here’s how I imagine the hxh boys would ask for cuddles! this is a reach and just for funsies this is literal trash I swear

Requests are open!

what kurapika wants: snuggles

what he gets: strUGGLES

pls this boy just needs a hug

preferably one that makes him feel like he matters, like someone cares for him

he’s just really stressed out and desperate for some sort of comfort

so when it’s just the two of you alone after a really long and stressful day, boy slowly comes to the realisation that he wants your arms around him, soothing away his worries for a while

he needed to be held

now the key was how was he going to ask you

usually kurapika could be counted on for his calm composure and sound reasoning

when it comes to feelings however? think again because this boy has NO idea how to deal with them

he considers asking but he just can’t get the words out

“hey y/n, are you busy or do you have a moment?”

he has all your moments tbh so you were over to him like a shot

boy couldn’t even finish his sentence

you had always been quite attune to his needs and wants, seemingly knowing kurapika better than himself sometimes so when you saw him sitting on the edge of the couch, twiddling his thumbs and looking for all the world that he needed some comfort, you knew exactly what to do

you swiftly sat next to him and pulled the blonde into your arms, cradling his head against your chest.

you could hear him sigh and melt into your touch, especially when you ran your fingers through his hair

“thanks.” he murmured, nestling against you, already forgetting about his burdens for the time being

“any time.” you kissed the top of his head

you two stayed like that, even when you had moved to the bedroom

kurapika fell asleep in your arms and had one of the most restful nights sleep he had gotten in a long while

we all know hisoka isn’t a stranger to physical touch

he’s absolutely psychotic but this man knows how to dish out a caress, an embrace and many other things that aren’t so lovely

damn boy what those hands do

i imagine hisoka to be quite a touchy feely lover so i don’t think he would be shy whenever he wanted some physical attention

he would just have to look with those narrowed eyes and sly smile for you to know he wanted something

“i don’t trust that smile.”

“you never do.” he remarked, drawing closer to you

“i’m about to be attacked aren’t I?”

as expected, hisoka pounced and you were engulfed in this man’s long arms

it really wouldn’t matter what you were doing, whether you were busy or not

if hisoka wanted a hug, he was gonna get one

you stood motionless for a moment, trying to process what had happened in the last three seconds and when your brain finally caught up you returned the embrace

“you could’ve asked you know.”

“but where’s the fun in that?”

does this man even understand the concept of hugging

i don’t think illumi has ever been hugged once in his life

i also don’t think he would know that he wanted one

you were a daring individual, you were dating illumi for crying out loud

unconfirmed by him as he never gave you much to go on, you just knew he had somewhat of a soft spot for you seeing as he never killed you after all of your pestering

so you took that as a good sign

you had never met someone who was more emotionally constipated as the eldest zoldyck sibling

but you knew deep deep deep down, he secretly wanted a hug

he just didn’t know it yet

“illumi?”

“hm?”

“do you want a hug?”

this boy has no idea how to comprehend that question, he just stares at you with his trademark blank expression

“what?”

you repeated yourself and got the same response

not one to be deterred, you slowly approached the stoic assassin as if he were an untamed tiger

you were very close to him now and had stretched out your arms, his gaze never leaving you

“what are you doing?”

“what does it look like? i’m gonna give you a hug.”

“why?” there didn’t appear to be any anger in his tone, only mild confusion mixed with his unenthused way of speaking

“because i want to, and i know you secretly want one.” illumi never bothered to reply to that one

ever so slowly you inched closer until you had successfully managed to wrap your arms around his waist and his arms as he never moved them from his sides

hugging him tightly, you rested your head on his shoulder

“see now isn’t this nice.”

illumi didn’t respond. but he didn’t move out of your embrace either

he would never admit it but you knew he secretly liked it

you stayed like that for a minute before deciding to pull away, not wanting to push your luck any further

“lemme know if you ever want another one!” you winked at him before leaving the room

you didn’t know it and he would never say it, but illumi’s usually frozen heart jumped when you had hugged him

he would never ask for another but he thought maybe hugs weren’t so bad after all

and if you ever offered another one he wouldn’t be in a position to decline

#hxh #hunter x hunter #illumi #illumi zoldyck #hisoka #hisoka marrow #illumi x reader #hisoka x reader #kurapika #kurapika x reader #feitan #feitan x reader #headcanon #hxh headcanons #hxh scenarios #hxh x reader #killua x reader #leorio x reader #chrollo x reader

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phinkstotallywould · 9 months

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INCOMING RANT: maybe spoilers for some people,

I reappeared like a sleeper agent

So…. I…. I just did a catch up with the hxh manga. I don’t know who these people were specifically, or what that note said… But I’m angry now. the Phantom Troupe were so close to being the worlds greatest theater kids, till they were broken. And now my whole ass heart hurts. This is a play by play of my rant to my friends in the discord. It was a very mild and light reaction, as you can probably tell.

Chrollo reminded me of Gon, so much so that it hurt my heart. Look at the hope in this kids eyes. LOOK AT IT!!!!!!

GOOFY!!! ASS!!! CINNAMON!!!! ROLL!!!

THE SWEETEST KID OF THE BLOCK!!!!

And Uvo’s goofy ass hair!!!!!

PHINKS HAD A GUMBY!!!

AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WAS GOING ON WITH FEITAN’S HAIR!!!!

I need more of them as children, it makes me happy…. But also extremely sad.

Thank you all for coming to my Ted talk.

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imagineanime2022 · 6 months

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Perfect Pair *Part 4*

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

Word Count: 1566

Requested: Anon

Request: Can we have part 4 for perfect pair?

*Part 3*

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Part 5*

Request Here!!

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attackurheart88 · 5 months

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How would Hisoka, Chrollo, Kurapika and Killua react to a dominant and possessive reader? They would like to? and I mean in every way lol, everyday life and nsfw

Killua is a minor aged up or not so I’ll be skipping his nsfw. Thanks for your understanding.

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Hisoka

• He likes it

• Hisoka will often flirt with others just to rile you up

• Seeing how angry you get when other women or even men touch him

• turns him on (everything does)

• Hisoka is used to taking that role in any relationship, so to find someone like himself attracts him

• The two of you would be that lovey-dovey couple that everyone envies.

• You match each other's energies

• Each of you wants to control and dominate the other

• He thinks of your possessive side to be really sexy.

• And often pushes to see how you’ll punish him later

• Which comes in the form of whips, knives, and wax play.

• Hisoka is tied to the bed while he endures every scar and wound you leave on his body

• It's only after a few hours of pain and orgasm denial that Hisoka is forgiven until next week

Chrollo

• Doesnt mind it

• You’re devotion to him will serve as a pawn to play

• He knows he can trust you with anything without you ever turning against him

• Sometimes you scare him

• If push comes to shove and he wants to break it off he fears for his life.

• Secretly Chrollo likes how dominant you are

• It can be exhausting to constantly being the one to make decisions and put on a brave face

• Having you take that role sometimes gives him a sense of comfort

• In the bedroom the two of you switch back and forth over who will be in control

• One second you're on top the next you're on your knees as he takes you from behind

• The look on your face in tears begging and pleading for more underneath him is a huge ego boost

• Knowing you behave the opposite of a submissive person

• Chrollo will relish any situation where he has power over you

Kurapika

• Doesnt like it

• Kurspika is extremely independent and often takes the leadership role in any situation

• Having a partner who obsesses over him will make him feel uncomfortable at first

• Your dominance might even scare him

• Once he gets used to your behavior he slowly allows himself to enjoy it

• Part of him believes he doesn't deserve to have someone who cares about him so much

• He should be alone and focus on this goal of killing the Phantom Troupe. It would be the safest option for you and anyone he cares about

• But after your insistence on not leaving him alone and finding ways to follow him and assist him in some way

• Kurapika has no choice but to let you in

• Kurapika wouldn't admit it but coming home to you pushing him in the bed and having your way with him is the highlight of his day

• After a long day of work and stress Kurapika doesn't want to think

• Having you take the reins and tell him what to do feels so right

• He likes it when you tease him

• Him tied to the bed as you fuck him hard and play with his nipples

• It's perfect

Killua

• He feels on edge at first

• Killua feels like you remind him of his brother

• Trying to be in control and limit him all while saying you care

• He would argue with you constantly

• He isn't a fan of being told what to do or being the “submissive” one in a relationship

• You taking charge of initiating PDA or any romantic gestures makes him get shy and embarrassed

• He would always find a way to return the favor and get even

• Killua can be really petty

• If you tell him to do one thing he will go out of his way to do the opposite just to feel like he has some control

• When it's late or Killua is in a good mood he puts up less of a fight

• He’ll let you be the big spoon

• Or drag him around letting you take charge

• It's times like that Killua really feels like a child and enjoys the feeling of being taken cared of

#hxh x reader #killua zoldyck #kurapika x reader #chrollo x reader #adult trio x reader #gender neutral y/n #hxh scenarios #killua x reader #hisoka x reader #kurapika #scenario

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yandere-daydreams · 1 year

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Title: Something Borrowed.

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader (+Hisoka).

Word Count: 1.5k.

TW: Implied Non//Con, Kidnapping, Psychological/Physical Abuse, and Manipulation.

The house was easy enough to find.

It was the only one for miles. A mansion, modern and well-maintained, tucked so far into the wilderness that the soft glow of the nearest city was barely visible in the distance. Chrollo lingered on the steps leading up to the main doorway, staring up at the flagstone archway before glancing down toward the note in his hand. Its contents were concise, almost charming in their simplicity; ‘borrowed something, pick up whenever, xoxo’, followed by a scrawled address and a familiar lipstick stain in place of a proper signature. He didn’t trust Hisoka, not like he trusted the other thieves, but if there was ever a place to be betrayed, this would serve well enough.

The door was unlocked, but he still took care to shoulder it open slowly, Bandit’s Secret tucked under his arm and his paranoia seeking out falling guillotine blades or lurking snares triggered by his entry. When no daggers or playing cards came flying towards his head, he proceeded onward, unsurprised and only a touch disappointed. Hisoka wasn’t the type to lay traps. His goal was to lure the object of his affection into his arena, to bring those he thought worthy of challenging him within arm’s length. Eliminating his suitors before they ever reached his den would only defeat the purpose.

The mansion’s interior was a suitable match to its outer face. The design was new-age, industrial, the color pallet limited to that of an oversaturated white and the rich brown of recently varnished mahogany. What little furniture there was had been thrown into a state of disarray – couches overturned, tables littered with empty wrappers and splayed magazines, broken glass sprayed across the floor and wine painted into everything that could hold a stain. He made his way through the chaos with a kind of voyeuristic revulsion, attempting not to linger on the heap of clothes discarded on the edge of the neon-lit pool, the spots of blood left splattered across a marble countertop.

On some misplaced instinct, he paused as he passed the door to one of many unremarkable storage closets – significant only in the fact that Chrollo, with his nen-honed senses, thought to stop next to it. With some reluctance, he twisted the knob and pulled the door open, finding the bodies of three men; one dressed in a cheap suit, the other two in bullet-proof vests, all donning identical slit throats and glassy eyes. They’d been killed that day, evidently. Sometime in the last few hours, if the wet blood still drying on their chests was any indication. He could imagine you, rooting through the wine cabinet only a breath away, blissfully unaware that you were standing next to such carnage. That was for the best. You’d never taken well to carnage, and he’d hate for such distress to be inflicted on you by any hands but his own.

With the first floor scouted, he proceeded to the second. He found you in the master bedroom, sprawled out on the center of a king-sized mattress, stripped bare save for the white sheet loosely wrapped around you. Another half-emptied champagne bottle sat precarious ly on the bedside table, and you looked as if you’d doused yourself in water and only just begun to dry – your hair still partially damp and clinging to your skin. One of your wrists had been handcuffed to the lowest bar of the headboard, a long red cord wrapped in a deceivingly intricate pattern over your chest, but you didn’t seem terribly concerned about your bondage. Granted, you probably weren’t in a state to be worried about much of anything.

It was a strange feeling. Not exactly anger, but a different sort of rage – tight and slippery and knotted, softened by his amusement but, in the same breath, complicated by his affection for you, his hesitance to see you used to fulfill someone else’s whims. He wanted to hurt Hisoka, to maim him so severely that he had only the strength left to beg for mercy. He wanted to shake his hand, to congratulate him on a game well played and offer him a reward that Chrollo, admittedly, hadn’t thought of yet. He wanted to bend at the waist and wretch until whatever was lodged in his throat had been pulled free. He wanted to drive a knife into your throat and drag until he hit—

The sound of approaching footsteps pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. His attention was drawn to the doorway of an adjoining bathroom, where Hisoka stood, a towel around his waist and a cloying smirk already playing at his lips. Unlike you, he was clearly still in a state of semi-coherency, his posture straight and his stare intent, as if he expected something more from Chrollo than what he’d already taken. “Finally,” he said, his tone airy and dripping with self-satisfaction. “I thought you’d decided not to join us.”

Chrollo didn’t respond, only watching as Hisoka came to sit on the edge of your mattress. His towel was allowed to fall away, his hand drifting to your cheek, where you nuzzled into his palm. On reflex, his gaze narrowed, Bandit’s Secret falling into the palm of his hand, but Hisoka only laughed. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. I’ve kept our little playdate strictly above the belt.” He let his head lull to the side. “Much to this one’s disappointment. You have to stop neglecting the poor thing – it was all I could do to stave them off.”

Another strange irk, this one more violent than the last. His lips parted, but before he could speak, your eyes were flickering open, your lips pulling into a sleep-addled grin as you saw Hisoka above you. “Is it time to…” You trailed off, fading into a yawn as your hazy attention drifted elsewhere, towards the foot of your bed. You almost seemed unable to process him for a long, idle moment before you collapsed back into reality – your expression snapping from one of confusion to utter horror, your unrestrained hand shooting upward to clutch at Hisoka’s shirt. “Chro— He’s—”

Hisoka cut you off. “I know, dear.”

“Why aren’t you—”

“Because I invited him.” He chose to put you out of your misery sooner rather than later, pulling away from you and pushing himself to his feet. “The more the merrier, right? I’m sure you wouldn’t have wanted Chrollo to feel left out.”

You looked at Hisoka like a kicked puppy, desperate to know why your master would be so cruel. A half-hearted attempt was made to sit up, but your arm caught your shackles, jerking you back down just as quickly. You cursed under your breath, groping frantically at the cuff, but whatever latch or lock you were looking for wasn’t within your reach. It was cute to see you scramble, though. “You— You promised you’d help me get away from him—”

“And I said I’d get you out of that stuffy little hotel room and help you have a little fun. You can’t hold me responsible for any assumptions you made about my intentions, sweetheart.” He found a seat on the other side of the bedroom, placing Chrollo between himself and you. “You got your fresh air, and I let you have your fun. Now, it’s time for your daddy to have his.” He looked towards Chrollo. “You are going to play with us, aren’t you?”

Chrollo would tear him apart, limb from limb, and keep him alive to watch his blood drain from his mutilated body. Chrollo would buy him a drink next time his Spiders met somewhere with a decent bar. “That depends on what you want me to do.”

With an airy chuckle, he sank back in his seat, what little rigidity he’d once had allowed to fall away with merely the suggestion of Chrollo’s complicity. “Like I said – it’s clear you’ve been neglecting the poor thing.” He paused, pressed his tongue against his teeth. “Show me what a good caretaker you can be, won’t you, dear?”

Chrollo was quiet for a long, slow moment.

Then, he brought a hand to his collar, and laughed.

It was cute – how wide your eyes went as he turned to face you; a caught rabbit backed into the furthest corner of its cage. Nails scratched against sheets, your lips parted in a silent plea to his remaining sympathy, but you’d done more than enough to earn your punishment. Hisoka would act as a witness; both to your misbehavior, and the corrective measures Chrollo was willing to take to make sure you didn’t do anything so idiotic again.

He watched your body go tense beneath him as he shifted onto the mattress, felt your frantic heart beating through your chest as he came to rest above you. He let his lips ghosts skirt over the corner of your lips, then your jaw, before falling to the crook of your neck. “I hope it was worth it,” he muttered, his voice nearly lost against your skin. He didn’t mind.

He had all the time in the world to burn your lesson into you, one way or another.

“Because you are never going to see the light of day again.”

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writeformesinpie · 2 years

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Something Wicked

Chrollo x GN!Reader

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

Genre - Horror

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

Word Count - 1.8k

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

There’s a chill in the air tonight.

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

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

Who knew silence could be so terrifying?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can’t see anything, only the smoke.

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

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

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

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

“Where are you trying to run?”

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

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

“Who’s there?”

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

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

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

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

“The smoke. It’s gorgeous.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kimbap-r0ll · 1 year

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Adult trio (seperately )and their reaction to female reader accepting their love confession ?

Fluff

Thank you for the ask! This one's gonna be a bit interesting, considering how these characters are not the type to confess their love in my opinion. It's not that fluffy, but I hope you enjoy!

Adult Trio react to their fem!s/o accepting their love confession

Hisoka

His version of a love confession is likely a death match, so I wouldn't really say that accepting it would be the best option?

This is unless he just wants to spend time with you as a more common form of a relationship. In that case, he may be a bit more solemn about the whole thing and say something along the lines of "I think I'm in love, whatever that is."

If you accept to his death match, expect it to happen either a) right away or b) as soon as possible. But, if you accept his more chill love confession, you might see him smile a bit to himself before muttering a quick "how delightful."

It's shockingly calm if it's normal. He's sort of like how he was when he was talking to Illumi on the blimp in the 13th Chairman Election Arc. It's probably the softest you'll see him

Illumi

He doesn't confess, honestly if he were to say he loves you he expects you to say you do as well

But, if you two weren't arranged by his parents and somehow got close to each other, he might just be upfront and tell you that you shouldn't exist because it's making him not be the perfect assassin. You're making his heart skip, making him less focused, etc.

If you accept his love confession and tell him that it's okay to feel that way, it might take him a while to get used to it. Know that it does feel nice to have someone love him though

But if you two were arranged, I'm not sure how he would feel. He would say "Of course you accepted, there wouldn't be any other possibility." It's a bit mechanic

Chrollo

Probably the only one who can make a genuine love confession without it endangering your life. HOWEVER! He could pretend to give you a genuine confession just to get something from you.

In that case, if you accept, he'll be polite and kiss you lightly on the cheek, thanking you for accepting his feelings. Not sure what would happen afterwards. If it works better to kill you off, then he may do so.

If Chrollo gives you a genuine love confession though, it's a lot more somber. He might almost tear up with how he acts, but you can tell it's genuine with how much of his usual calm demeanor sort of...disappears. He'll tell you he feels as though he can't live without you, etc.

If you accept his confession here, he will try to compose himself, but his younger, more bright self might show a bit and you may get a surprise hug from the boss (manga readers you know what I mean haha)

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qworflordking · 1 year

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I've always headcanoned Chrollo as being Meteor City's golden boy, someone they loved and appreciated, so things like this are especially destroying me right now.

#chrollo lucilfer #hunter x hunter #you ask me why I call myself the Qworf Lord KING and this is why #specific scenarios i have imagined in my head are now canon

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luv-gin · 2 years

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𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃. chrollo lucilfer.

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

MASTERLIST.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"take a seat."

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

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

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

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

"would you mind telling me why you did?"

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

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

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

"is that so?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

'but you're right.'

"but for now I'm fine."

#chrollo lucilfer scenario #chrollo lucilfer headcanon #chrollo x reader #chrollo hunter x hunter #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo oneshot #chrollo hcs #chrollo x you #chrollo lucilfer blurb #chrollo lucilfer oneshot #chrollo lucilfer x reader

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