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chrollohearttags · 4 months

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DOLL FACE • chrollo lucifer

synopsis: in which you become chrollo’s newest obsession with no chance of him ever letting you go.

content + themes: yandere, drug lord!chrollo, black!fem reader, reader is an escort, mirror sex, porn without plot, rough sex, spit kink, dacryphilia, prone bone, heavy breeding, unprotected sex, dark themes, drug use (consensual), read at your own risk, short drabble

word count: 0.8K

📝: just a little something/rehashing from a previous story I wrote for a while ago. May have to revisit this someday. Shoutout to @lostgxrlblog for reminding me of this! Should also go without saying but minors are not welcomed!!

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leather pumps with bottoms painted in red, pointed to the ceiling…

the scent of bourbon and nicotine permeating throughout the air along with the smell of sex..

strips of cocaine lined up on a shard of glass..

sounds of rampant thumping and loud cries filled the room..

it was a sight or rather, a very lucid reality that you had been experiencing for quite some time now. A pleasurable fantasy fulfilled by none other than the man who had placed you in this situation in the first place. Face down in the plush cushion of a hotel bed mattress as he ruts his hips into the plumpness of your ass. Watching it ripple each time he peered down and thrusted in. Thumbs pressed into the visible dimples on your back..it was one of the many admirable features he loved about you. Honestly, he could ramble for hours on end about how beautiful, soft and sexy you were. How he loved you dearly..and you were the most precious thing in his life. So much so, he made love to you as if it would be his last. Vigorously pounding you into the bed; causing it to vibrate at the sturdy seams.

“Yesss..! Just like that, doll face. Look up..look at your pretty fucking face in the mirror.”

a backhanded yet endearing pet named he’d so affectionately adorned you with once you became his employee and lover. Truth be told, the former was not of your own volition. It had been a year since you’d become the proverbial ‘bottom bitch’ to the illustrious crime lord, Chrollo Lucifer. His top escort and appointed leader to all the other sex workers who served under him. Although not an ideal line of work, being in his presence was enough to endure anything. A feeling he shared mutually; proving so through discarding the demeaning term and giving you the aforementioned moniker. You were gorgeous..absolute perfection if he’d ever seen it. In the same breath though, he considered you as nothing more than an object. His toy and plaything to mold and shape in his image…in more ways than one…

“You take my dick so well…god, I love being inside of you. How am I supposed to let anyone else have this pussy when it’s so conformed to my shape? It’s made for me..”

powerful words he’d hiss into your ear whilst he hovered over your frame, taking full dominion over your center. Your sticky, sweat and otherwise stained skin smacking against each other. You’d take those deep, unrelenting strokes as much as you’d could but to no avail..that thick cock stretching you open but still not wanting to give way. As some semblance of comfort, you’d grasp and claw at the crisp white sheets, chewing into the pillow but much like the other pieces of normalcy in your life, he’d rip that away and forcefully tug you back by your wrists. Maneuvering you to his own accord..a fate you were used to. Forced to glare up at your own pathetic reflection in the mirror..a fucked out face marked with smeared makeup and saliva from both your own mouth and him filling it up with spit of his own. Claw marks from him, fish hooking his fingers into your jaw and your expensive dress ripped to shreds. That done the courtesy of the client that you had just seen prior to him bursting in the room and claiming you for his own. All but running the man out by gun point. It couldn’t be helped really..especially when he saw you strutting about in that bright red ensemble, rubbing on his chest and kissing the ugly fuck..he couldn’t take it! Hence why you were being marked and bred until he was satisfied. Make no mistake, it wasn’t the actions of a brutal tyrant. It was because he was so hopelessly in love in you! Having already filled you with two loads..that twitching cunt that couldn’t stop orgasming for him, already housing so much but willing to take so much more. As long as it pleases him, as long as it made him happy, as long as it kept feeling so fucking good..

“You’re mine, I’ll make certain that it’s implanted in your cute, empty head. Even if it takes me all night. Even if I have to put a baby in that pretty belly of yours.”

you’d forever remain his pretty little plaything. His precious doll face.

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 year

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If you still write Hunter x Hunter stuff, can you do Illumi trying to get his baby to smile while his wife watches?

Tough Crowd

Illumi x Reader

Illumi was a handsome men to most women, but to babies… he was terrifying.

Growing up, every time his mother gave birth to another baby, he would quickly be banned from seeing the newborns.

His big dark eyes and pale face would scare the babies into crying fits, and eventually they gave up trying to get them used to him.

So when his new wife found herself pregnant, he tried his best to at least attempt to seem less threatening… to little success.

His first meeting with his child was shortly after her birth. He peered over her, pulling down the blanket to get a better look.

Illumi could barely contain his excitement. There was nothing more he wanted than a large family, and she was the first to get him closer to his dream. He found himself smiling down at her, widely.

The opened it’s eyes, looking up at her father for the first time, only to see a pale face and black orbs staring back at her, an ominous grin on his lips.

A loud cry left the baby’s mouth, causing (Name) to pull the baby into her arms and coo softly.

“Illumi, sweetheart, I love you with my entire soul but please don’t smile like that at the baby, you looked like a creature of the night.”

Illumi tilted his head.

“Is it not my child? She’ll be training to be an assassin. At birth I wasn’t that easily frightened, and I had been my parents would have subjected me to much more terrifying things to crush that fear.”

(Name) stared at him for a second, noting another reason in her head to never leave her baby alone with Illumi’s parents.

“Darling she just needs time. Just let her get used to you, and she’ll come around eventually.”

But Illumi being Illumi, he decided that training himself to be more like able would maybe help.

“Sweetheart, why are you staring in the mirror with that expression?”

(Name) placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently.

“….nothing. Let’s get to bed.”

After three months of intense training, he was ready to face her again.

It was the perfect opportunity after all. (Name) was leaving for the day to visit her friends, and for some reason she wouldn’t allow any butlers to care for her.

“I’ll be gone for just a few hours to meet up with Kurapika, Leorio, Gon, and Killua. No I will not ask Killua to come home, but I will tell him you said hi.”

She kissed Illumi’s cheek, then her baby. This was the first time she had felt comfortable enough to be away from her baby, so she had a few worries. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Illumi to be competent enough to watch the baby, in fact it was the opposite. She feared he might over do it.

“I made a list of things you need to do. Stick to the list, no more, no less.

With that, she was gone. She arrived at her meeting spot much quicker than she thought she would.

“(Name), it’s so great to see you!”

Kurapika surprised her with his words. She turned around quickly to see him and Leorio, each carrying a wrapped gift in their arms.

(Name) grinned, walking forward and wrapping them both in a hug.

“It’s great to see you both as well. It’s been… rough.”

Soon everyone was there, talking and trying to figure out where they should eat. It was already decided that (Name) wouldn’t be paying for her food, killua and Gon would be buying her meal as a baby shower gift.

None of the four had been able to attend due to… tense family situations and their own Hunter obligations, but now they could finally meet up!

They decided on (Name)’s favorite restaurant in town. They ate, drank, and had an amazing time together. Poor (Name), Killua, and Gon were left out of the drinking, though.

After a bit, they all went their separate ways, and (Name) found herself being escorted through the Zoldyck estate. A butler held her gifts in one hand, and opened the door to her and Illumi’s shared room with the other.

Inside was a Illumi, sleeping on the bed with their baby lying on his chest. (Name) put a hand on her mouth, holding back tears.

“My babies are finally getting along…”

For a moment all was peaceful, until (Name) started to notice some… irregularities.

Her husband wasn’t his usual clean self, instead his shirt was covered in baby food. His usual flawlessly smooth hair was messy and tangled.

She looked around the room to see it was a mess!

The butler from before cleared his throat.

“I can show you what happened, if you like.”

(Name) was led to a small camera room, displaying each room in the house. She decided to not express her disturbances with being filmed constantly and instead sat in front of the monitor showing her room.

“Let me rewind to about an hour ago.”

As the butler turned back the time on the monitor, there were flashes of color. She grimaced, already afraid of what was to come.

“Here is where it all started.”

The monitor showed Illumi and her child, the former cooing at the latter with a blank expression. When the child cried, he frowned and switched to trying to feed her.

That just resulted in a mess of baby spit and food all over him.

(Name) tried to suppress a laugh to little success.

Next, he tried peek-a-boo, but that only made her cry louder. He was beginning to think his baby may fear him forever, when something changed.

As illumi leaned forward to put her to bed, her screams turned to soft coos. He felt a soft pull on his hair, which told him to look for the source.

There she was, softly pulling at his hair, a big smile on her face. Illumi gently pat her back.

“You like daddy’s hair, huh?”

She giggled in response.

The rest of tape consisted of illumi climbing into bed, holding their daughter as she played with his hair, the two eventually falling asleep together.

(Name) smiled, leaving the room and going to visit with Kalluto as her two babies slept.

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i-love-frensh-fries · 4 months

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Some times I think that chrollo genuinely despises the reader.

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

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

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

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

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

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

#Mirai_loves_frensh_fries #chrollo lucilfer #yandere chrollo #yandere hxh #yandere male #yandere imagines #hunter x hunter chrollo #chrollo lucilfer x reader #chrollo lucifer #chrollo #hxh chrollo #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #hxh #hunter x hunter #kuroro #kidnapped reader

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akutasoda · 2 months

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Can I request chrollo, Feitan and Kurapika with a s/o who just despises blood? Like whenever they see it weather it would be their own or Someone else’s they’re disgusted

bloody distaste

synopsis - how are they with someone who detests blood

includes - kurapika, chrollo, feitan

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, blood, lots of blood, wc - 457

kurapika ★↷

↪he never really thought he'd be one to get used to the sight of blood, but that was before his clan was slaughtered. before he set his sights of revenge that could only be achieved through violent means.

↪he would agree with your disgust toward blood if he hadn't become so desensitized to it - but he can still see why you hate it so. and because he understands why you hate it, he's more able to help.

↪ because of your distaste toward blood, you probably don't engage in combat much or if you do it's limited. and so he probably would always direct your attention away from the bloody sides of battles as quick as he could.

↪he would also be very good at keeping you distracted if you had a bloody injury. he'd keep your eyes solely focused on him as he worked to cover the wound as quiclly as he could.

chrollo lucifer ★↷

↪he's the leader of the phantom troupe, if he wasn't desensitized to the sigjt of blood that would be a bit weird. it would practically be a daily occurrence for him to see some sort of blood and nowadays it wasn't his own.

↪therefore he wouldn't exactly be able to understand why you felt disgusted at the sight of it. he would make snarl and teasing comments about it to start with but after seeing how much it actually revolted you, he'd tone it down a little bit.

↪although he would be surprisingly understanding, always trying his hardest to just help you avoid the sight. especially if it was your own.

↪surprisingly gentle with how he focused your attention elsewhere and away from any blood that would very easily make you want to retch.

feitan portor ★↷

↪as the phantom troupes interrogator, he is extremely proficient in torture methods and so he regularly sees blood - that and he's a criminal. so he really sees no issue with blood, his or someone else's he doesn't care.

↪so if you are the type to be disgusted by the sight of blood you better hope that he keeps up with cleaning any blood of himself before he sees you - more for his sake of not being told off by you.

↪he wouldn't understand why you were disgusted by the sight of blood - you'd have to tell him ten times over that he was just too desensitized. but he could eventually try and see where you were coming from - try.

↪the most he would ever do to help you avoid the sight of blood is to distract you snd hold back a snarly comment about how it was 'only blood'. but he knew you wouldn't appreciate that.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x you #hxh x reader #hxh kurapika #hunter x hunter kurapika #kurapika x you #kurapika x reader #hxh chrollo #hunter x hunter chrollo #chrollo x reader #hxh feitan #hunter x hunter feitan #feitan x reader

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anestefi · 1 year

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lavender1398 · 9 months

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The Phantom Toupe🕷️🕸️

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lillithtime · 7 months

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astroke · 1 year

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/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ oh, boy, it's you

• cr to [...] on pixiv !

#icons #lq #lq icons #lq moodboard #moodboard #hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh icons #hxh moodboard #hunter x hunter icons #hunter x hunter moodboard #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo icons #chrollo #chrollo moodboard #hxh chrollo #hunter x hunter chrollo

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raisinripe · 1 month

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that bro has rigidly hyperfixed the bible fandom and dragged all his friends into it

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh 2011 #hxh fanart #hxh manga #phantom troupe #hunter x hunter chrollo #hxh chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo hunter x hunter #chrollo fanart

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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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the blackest rose always blooms • a chrollo lucifer series

part one • “..why am I here?”

synopsis: (y/n), a successful, affluent woman takes an unexpected fall from grace after the relationship with her husband of five years takes a tumultuous turn, leaving her to flee with nothing but her life. But can the man she finds solace in afterwards be trusted to protect her or will the skeletons in his closet prove too much to bear also?

content warning: dark content, *depictions* of abuse and violence (no vivid or gruesome details), yandere (if you squint), smut and sexual content, mirror sex, oral, missionary, riding, marking and biting, overstimulation

word count: 1.5K

📝: so this is going to be a little something new I’m trying. In terms of my writing style and content, just to test the waters a little and myself! This will also be a multi-part series and it’ll feature the story from (y/n)’s POV for this piece so I hope it’s not confusing. In no way am I romanticizing an abusive relationship or trying to display it but this is mainly a smut piece and I will be getting into details as the series goes on! (It’ll make sense once I start to add more!)

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!

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“Why am I here?”

I asked myself that same damn question every single day. It’s the only one that crosses my mind and has been for a month now. A loaded one with a handful of different meanings to me. Why am I here?..still walking this earth, wandering aimlessly with no direction? After leading a life with such hope and promise. One filled with aspirations, goals..glamor. Living in my own little world where nothing more than my image and wealth mattered. I had it all. The career, the status, the power and the bank account to match! Four cars in my garage and more money in my pockets than I’d ever know what to do with. Not to mention, the husband. The one who spoiled me rotten..flew me halfway around the world merely because we were bored. A man as handsome as he was charming. I owned every handbag I’d ever wanted, every piece of jewelry and boy, was I in love. In love with his mind, his body (and God, did I love his body!) and soul. You could even say I was a little obsessed. The way he nurtured me; poured into my cup constantly..he made love to me in ways that my body and spirit could never forget. Reactions only he could drum from within..

so why am I here?..screaming another man’s name. Clawing my nails through the pale, ink laden skin of his back. My legs coiling his waist as I cradle him close, as if to never let him go. Our frames intertwined as one atop the California King bed, residing within the walls of his condo. A mirror dangling above our bodies to display the actions taking place. A reminder of my sinful decisions and less than wise choices. Even so, I can’t help myself. Can’t help but to scratch a little more as I beg him to go deeper..not to stop until I can no longer take it. Until my legs are of no use and he can’t coax another drop from the aching core of my stomach. Where I could feel each throbbing inch of him. Fucking me nearly senseless, as if it were for the last time…as if he loved me..I thought I was seeing the stars at one point! All of this only coming after I allowed him to flick his tongue around between my thighs for nearly an hour. Or rather I should say..he did so until he was damn well pleased. Not stopping or raising for air once. I could pull on his hair, push him away, it didn’t even matter. To drink in all of my flavors, sucking on my clit as if they were the most divine thing he had ever tasted. Feasting greedily and selflessly on my sex; unrequited in his love. Even as I pushed his head away and climaxed more times than I could count. He persisted forward and when I questioned why he enjoyed himself so much, his only response was a mere laugh and: “Because, my dear. Seeing you get off is all the pleasure I need. As long as you are satisfied, I am as well..” talk about an overachiever! And the perfect lover..telling me how my pussy had become his favorite meal. I mean, what woman in their right mind would complain about that? Hell, any guilt that I felt before was beginning to subside. I no longer felt ashamed of letting another man inside of me.

because perhaps, the most cherished gift my husband ever gave to me was not my thirty thousand dollar engagement ring or the nearly million dollar wedding ceremony to follow. The huge house we lived in. It wasn’t even the title of Mrs. Morrow..but instead, the rose colored glasses he placed on my eyes and never removed. Even when I could begin to see things for what they truly were. When the veil lifted and smoke cleared…they were still plastered to my face. Shielding me from the ugly truth that was my supposedly beautiful life. I lied to myself, lied to everyone that things were perfect. That things were nothing short of euphoric, heaven on earth in my household. When in reality, not even I knew the hell I was about to encounter. One day, I’m in Hisoka’s arms, slow dancing to music on the balcony underneath the night stars. The next? I’m running down the street; soaked in my own blood from head to toe as I screamed for help. Crying as I peeled over in pain. But alas, no one came to my rescue. Maybe that was his intention all along. To isolate me from the rest of the world by moving me to a four story mansion atop a hill in the middle of nowhere. The red flags were all there from the beginning but I paid them no attention. I was too busy riding him to kingdom come after he took me to the Maldives..how fucking stupid! But I had to learn my lesson quickly. Especially when the roles reversed quickly and I found him atop me..brandishing his hands around my throat and not in a way anyone would enjoy. Slowly draining my life away from me until I was able to get an opening with a nearby metal nail file. I dug it into his shoulder, scooted off the floor, struck out running and never looked back! Because the truth was, he never loved me at all. Much like many people in Hisoka’s life, he was using me. For my money, my status and everything I owned. And now? He wanted it all to himself without me in my picture. Not because he needed it, no. Because he was a greedy bastard! The only person that Hisoka Morrow loved was Hisoka Morrow. I was never even a factor. He lied in wait for five years to execute his plan and me in the process. So when I made my escape, leaving him and everything I knew behind, never would I have imagined that I’d find rescue in the arms of a man that I’d never expected. Somewhat of a familiar face but one I knew nothing of beyond his unique appearance and his name of course…

“Chrollo!…ahh!”’ Chrollo Lucifer. A name, face (and stroke game) like the devil but he was nothing short of an angel in my eyes. My saving grace if anything. As I ran down the winding sidewalk, to the main gate closing us off from the rest of the world..in the pouring rain nonetheless, I was greeted by a car. A black BMW and a familiar face through the sheet of droplets between us..turns out, he was coming to confront my husband about a business deal that he slighted him on (surprise, surprise) when he ran into me and his motive was no longer revenge or debating. But rather, getting me to safety and shelter. He didn’t even ask what was going on. He merely shuffled me into his passenger seat with his coat draped across my shoulders and told me to get in. The timing was almost too perfect, calculated even!..but there was no motive or malice in this for him. It was all a mere case of the right place, right time..

“(Y/N)…you feel so good, my love..” and I was glad that things panned out that way. So as I lie here entangled in these sheets, holding his hands and shoving my tongue between his lips..letting him mark up my neck and shoulder with his gentle kisses and bites. As if he were trying to put his claim on me for good… “Don’t stop, please..” I ask myself yet again: ‘why am I here?’ A question I may never truly know the answer to. But I did know one thing for certain:

I felt safe, free..happy and I never wanted to leave. This place, this bed..

I never wanted to leave him.

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bwabys-scenarios · 10 months

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chrollo acting like a teen girl when he is in love is actually the cutest thing ever.

he sits in his hotel bed kicking his feet because you called him to ask how he’s doing. that means you like him right?

you bring him lunch when he’s in town because you’re afraid he isn’t eating well. he calls Pakunoda to gush about the cute little rabbit shaped cookies you made just for him!

likes every post you make on social media and shows the troupe the outfit you picked out for today(THEY ARE TIRED OF HIS ASS!!)

when he actually confessed to you he nearly threw up from the stress. here he is, a thief with the number of people he’s killed being so high he couldn’t even count it anymore, blushing and stuttering out an “I, uh, really like you.”

bro you’re like 26 GET A GRIP

he’s so cute though. he’s experiencing his first love and it’s got him acting like a lovesick fool. he keeps a Polaroid of you in his wallet that he kisses before missions for good luck

sometimes you’ll wake up to him walking into your home. you can’t quite remember if you gave him some spare keys or not, you’re too excited to see him to care(he broke in 🙏)

he tries so hard to act suave and cool but one smile or giggle and he’s struggling to breathe. he will crumble if you kiss him and tell him how much he means to you

it’s been so long since he felt something so pure and innocent and RAW like the way he feels for you. it’s something he’ll cherish in his heart forever. your soft touches, kind voice, and pretty face are enough to make him swoon.

he’s just so in love with you.

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seabellrings · 1 month

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Hair-down, sketchy sketch inspired by the new play’s Chrollo

#chrollo lucilfer #hunter x hunter #hxh chrollo #chrollo hunter x hunter #kuroro lucifuru #hunter x hunter chrollo #my art

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akutasoda · 1 month

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Can I request chrollo x fem reader where like chrollo and the troupe go to a club to celebrate a successful heist and readers like one of the main girls dancing and then after her performance she gets called up by this guy who’s obviously a creep. Kinda like the Copacabana if you’ve ever listened to that song and then chrollo helps the distressed girl by personally threatening the creepy man

to protect a performer

synopsis - chrollo see's a creep harrasing one of the performers

includes - chrollo

warnings - fem!reader, reader is a showgirl, creepy guy, slight injury, fluff, staring???, harrasment?, wc - 1.5k

if the phantom troupe were known for one thing it would be their heists. they were always successful mainly because they were more than happy to reaort to any means to pull them off, they were criminals after all. this success and confidence always only served to push chrollo to perform more and more daring heists - each payed off and it became a cycle, he would always have a growing confidence in his strategies.

recently he had planned out one of his most complex and risky heists yet. he had no hesitation in any point of it by the time he finally presented it to the rest of the troupe and they all were happy to go along with their leaders plan. to nobody's surprise, the plan went off without a hitch. sometimes it seemed like chrollo could plan for everything as every point in his strategy happened in perfect succession whichh lead to another perfect heist.

chrollo cared deeply for each and every troupe member and understood that keeping them happy would make him happy. since it was quite possibly their most daring heist yet, chrollo wanted to show some form of appreciation for the capabilities his group possessed. he eventually settled on taking them to quite a high profile club - it was a risk in itself as someone may recognise them but he had the confidence to know that they wouldn't be caught and so he went with the idea. mainly as he came to learn that quite a popular group of showgirls would be performing at the same time and so he doubted most of the attention would be on them.

it was meant to be a celebration and so chrollo didn't mind that he would be spending quite the costly amount, their recent heist more than made up for it. it would seem that because of the group performing at the club the same night, prices for anything at the club were much higher than usual - it was obvious it was the club's way of profiting more and more from others.

chrollo himself wasn't exactly the most outgoing or 'club' type. he spent most of the time sat inside the booth he booked for the group as he watched the others. the booth was lined with rather nice leather which surrounded a rather extravagant table and it had a perfect view of the stage. the club's atmosphere was practically buzzing up until the point the curtains on the stage lifted and most changed to cheer an applaud the group of girls on stage.

you and a couple of friends and their friends had once made the decision to form a group. you all had a similar interest in dancing and such, so you all were rather ecstatic when your group would be allowed to perform on stages in clubs and a few small theatres. each and every one of you shared the same passion which made it very easy to perfectly come up with routines and get enough practice in and it all seemed to pay off when bigger clubs and theatres started approaching you instead.

this by far would be your groups biggest performance yet. the other smaller performances obviously gained enough traction and popularity to become appealing to other places that would now happily pay your group good money to perform. the group's performances also started gaining popularity in general, with more and more people learning about the group which lead to a quick growth in following.

to say each of you was nervous would be an understatement. you all had been informed of the amount of people in the club at the time and it was by far the biggest crowd. your group spent hours toiling over outfits, practice and more practice but standing behind the curtain right before it was due to raise made all those hours seem pointless. but you'd be dammned if your nerves got you to ruined this grand opportunity for all of you.

chrollo didn't really care all that much for performances, he didn't really care that there would be a performance the night his group visited if anything he wondered if any of his members enjoyed such performances. he didn't expect to be so mesmerized. from the moment the group starrted performing his eyes drifted up from his drink to you, one of the girl's at the front leading.

he had never seen someone move with so much energy and passion yet seeming so weirdly elegant. he didn't want to seem like a creep but he just couldn't help but stare as you performed - while he could agree that your entire group was incredibly talented but you really couldn't help but unknowingly mesmerize him. he was one of first to applaud when you finished.

the group soon left to go off stage and since the club was still technically paying your group to stay longer as you're performance finished slightly early, you and the rest of the girls decided to spend the time in the club. right as you walked out back into the club you immediately heard someone whistle you over, you looked over to confirm the man was asking for you and you hesitantly went over. you didn't like the sense of dread that encompassed you aa ypu walked over but didn't want to be rude as maybe he just had a question.

chrollo watched as you hesitantly walked you're way over to the man, he could immediately tell two things - one, the guy was obviously a bit of a creep and two, you were trying to be polite. he was just out of earshot of the conversation but he could clearly tell the man was an absolute creep. the man who you tried convincing yourself was just wanting to ask a question, turned out to be a creep but now you didn't see a way out of your situation and deeply regretted not listening to your gut.

you're eyes frantically darted across the club hoping to catch someone's eye, somebody that could help you. chrollo caught your eye as he noticed how shaky you were getting and once you realised he was looking you tired to subtly hint that you needed help. but because you weren't looking at the man, he was starting to get annoyed and you didn't see him reaching out to grab you.

you blinked once and before you knew it the man you caught eyes with was now stood right beside you. when you turned back to the man you noticed that the man you caught eyes with was now holding the creep's hand that tried gravbing you in a clearly bruising grip. you knew this shouldn't be the time to be taking in the appearance of your saviour but you couldn't help but stare at some lf his odder features, such as the bright red mark on his head.

you practically gasped as you heard a sickening crack that caused the creep to cry out and catch the attention of some near by customers. you couldn't hear what the raven haired man said to the creep but you watched as he leaned forward and whispered something to the man that made his face drop. chrollo soon released the man who immediately grabbed his stuff, cradled his wrist and rushed to leave as fast as he possibly could.

what probably disturbed you the most was the fact that your helper looked absolutely calm as anything. you nervously coughed out a thank you as you were slightly shaken but luckily he seemed to fully grasp the gratitude you wanted to show. it wasn't long before a few of your group members rushed over to your side as they explained how they were so distracted and you told them it was fine because he helped you.

chrollo returned to his booth and your friends whisked you away backstage to calm down. you would later make a quick stop at chrollo's booth before you left to properly thank him. a few members that were sat there looked awkwardly away as they didn't quite know what to do but chrollo didn't mind and stood up and offered to walk you back to your friends who were only waiting outside. on the very short walk you insisted he didn't have to make such a meaningless journey but he assured you that he only wanted to make sure you stayed safe.

you also managed to pry his name out of him on the walk, telling him you would like to know the name of the man who helped you and in turn you told him yours. you parted ways with a bright smile to the man you now knew as chrollo before running to your friends. the day after, you would come to hear of a missing person that was last seen sprinting out of the club around the same time that creep did but you brushed it off as coincidence. the phantom troupe would also come to learn that chrollo liked taking them out to club's and theatre's no matter how high profile, and for some reason they always coincided with your group's performances to which chrollo would talk to you afterward.

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