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Some (canon!) things that I find endearing and/or compelling about Chrollo 📕🕷
I have already made a rather detailed post about why the Phantom Troupe are a bunch of unequivocally horrid (but oh so well written!) characters, so you can read that for the other side of the coin. In this post I will exclusively focus on stuff about Chrollo that I find charming and/or fascinating (humanising in a rather more positive sense, I guess you could put it)
Okay without further ado (and beware of manga spoilers below)
⸸ Chrollo is a fan of manga
He's seen here in chapter 201 with an issue of Weekly Shōnen Jump.
I believe this is the only thing Chrollo has read that has been explicitly shown? He seems rather engrossed too, not even sparing Hisoka and Abengane a glance (I don't really blame him in the case of the former individual).
I find it pretty amusing to remember that whilst everything was going on on Greed Island, Chrollo was just sitting somewhere living his best life chilling with his collection of manga.
I wonder if he collects figures and such as well...
⸸ He's a literal theatre kid
(I mean there were signs all along ↓)
⸸ His goofy ahh run
Every single time I reread or rewatch Yorknew I crack up a bit whenever this part comes up
Just look at this dork
He's so committed to the bit dhdgd.
⸸ His occasionally awful posture
An example of which is this panel
And also this one
As someone with equally bad posture I sympathize with his (probable) neck pain
⸸ He prefers to be surrounded by books and/or a circle of loved ones
Either of the above is his happy place. Which is very relatable and based, I think.
The latter panel is one of my all time favorites, simply because it's pretty rare to see Chrollo let loose in this way around his Troupe.
⸸ As a child Chrollo frequently hung out with girls, who also happened to be the ones he chose for his dubbing group
Crazy to think that this is essentially what the Phantom Troupe started out as (;_;) just a couple of passionate kids with a shared vision, full of innocent dreams
⸸ He's not afraid to be vulnerable around women (as long as they're not from his Troupe).
This moment above is, importantly, an entirely sincere reaction from him. Perhaps the most unguarded we see him in that whole arc (apart from his visceral initial response to Gon's question later on). Around his Troupe he conceals his grief, acting as the stoic and strategic leader. Because that's the role and the burden he has shouldered for years (since adolescence, even). But away from the Troupe, he feels more at liberty to be vulnerable. To show pain and sorrow.
And that's part of the tragedy of Chrollo's character. He loves his friends more than anything else, yet often emotionally closes himself off around them in favor of being the head to their limbs. It's possible that his victims arguably get to see more of Chrollo the individual (full stop) than his friends do. Or at least they get to see him more expressive, more like the man he probably would have been had everything (his childhood and innocence included) not been horrifically stripped from him at age 11.
Okay this got deeper than I intended – this isn't meant to be an analysis, really. But couldn't help myself (￣∇￣;). Moving on
⸸ The Spider whose intuition he trusts most is Machi (a woman)
⸸ The only Spider whose spot he has purposely left vacant is Pakunoda's (a woman)
⸸ The Spiders he chooses to fight alongside in Yorknew are women
⸸ He will freely admit when he's been an idiot, and verbally acknowledge the women that made him realize it. Not a hint of male ego in sight
(If you're noticing a bit of a pattern with these latest points, it's because there is one. Since becoming a Hunter X Hunter fan I've seen some – admittedly and thankfully rare – claims to the effect that Chrollo is a misogynist or would mansplain up the wazoo. I just don't think that's the case – and believe me I am more than ready to dunk on this man – and am quite baffled anyone at all would think that about him. Evidence points to him being closer to a "woman's man" than not. I for sure think he's capable of being a condescending prick at times, but gender would have nothing to do with it imo. He's smarter than that.)
⸸ He hired a homeless man to chauffeur him in Yorknew
Does Chrollo not have a driver's license, maybe? I don't know why but I am absurdly fond of the idea that the one thing Chrollo doesn't know crap about is cars lol
I can only assume Chrollo also provided the man with the suit. That's nice :) hope he got a nice salary too. And that he managed to escape the ensuing carnage
⸸ He's multilingual
Always an appealing quality if you ask me.
⸸ He's incredibly intelligent. Easily among the smartest characters in the Hunter x Hunter verse.
...BUT that being said, he isn't infallible. Which is a mark in his favor. Perfect or untouchable characters tend to be rather boring (and annoying) if you ask me.
⸸ He's a cheeky little shit sometimes, which is a charming contrast to his usual "cool danchou" persona (which I am also fond of btw, even as it represents the self imposed emotional restraint he often dons around his own family).
Per Nobunaga in an earlier chapter, Chrollo also not infrequently tricks Troupe members. So he does clearly have a mischievous streak
⸸ Chrollo not even pretending to give a fuck about Hisoka's bs
It will never not be funny. He just does not care at all lmao
⸸ Chrollo believes in an afterlife, in immortal souls, and that the spirits of his dead friends/family are with him in some form.
He hopes to be reunited with Sarasa so that he can beg for her forgiveness for going against her wishes in pursuing vengeance. Which would mean he believes he wouldn't necessarily end up somewhere different than her (somewhere... warmer, shall we say) in spite of his mass murdering ways. He also readily believes (or hopes, at any rate) that Heaven is where his fellow Spiders go after they die.
The reason I find this interesting (and touching, even) is because, in my experience, holding such hopeful and optimistic beliefs for the afterlife is quite rare for villainous characters. They're usually rather pessimistic and grim, are cool with ending up in Hell, or reject the notion of an afterlife or souls altogether.
It would be easy to reason "ah, well, Chrollo's delusional. He doesn't recognize what the Spider is doing as morally wrong so that's why he doesn't think he and his friends will end up in Hell", but we know that Chrollo has never believed his actions to be morally good or right, not even from the start ("I'll live the rest of my life as a villain" and all that). The Spider was formed for the express purpose of revenge and to build such an infamous reputation that it would scare the rest of the world away from Meteor City. Doing heinous things is kind of in the job description (or at least very much used to be).
Perhaps Chrollo believes everyone is equal in death no matter your actions in life. Perhaps he just doesn't believe in Hell. Or perhaps he's simply a hypocrite. Or selectively delusional. Regardless, for me this aspect of Chrollo adds even further compelling nuance and complexity to his character.
⸸ He is rather fashion-conscious and definitely prefers drippy outfits
There are many things Chrollo adores about staying at your place for the weekend.
If asked, Chrollo would always say that it is the evenings that enchant him the most. With dinner cooked and enjoyed together, dancing to some jazz piece afterwards while cleaning up, with the cool air for the night blowing in and evenings spent reading together in bed or on the couch, entangled closely, with one of you reading aloud or each with their own book, but still enjoying each other's company.
When low lights create the atmosphere for an intimacy that could never exist like this during daylight. Physically yes, but also spiritually, the two of you feel closer at night.
He himself is more of a night owl in his mind. Some people (you) may call him an insomniac, but to those (absolutely wrong) few he would say that he's quite fine with the amount of sleep he's getting, alright?
So Chrollo loves weekend evenings with neither of you in a hurry to head to bed early.
And yet, despite all of these wonderful things he loves about evenings with you, it is the mornings that Chrollo notes truly feeling endeared to you in a way that no other time comes close to.
Saturday mornings, when you wake up in his arms, stretching languidly in his embrace, before burrowing deeper into his chest as you allow yourself time to doze a little longer in his warmth.
He holds you close quietly, no intentions to wake you up himself.
Low light is streaking in from the curtains that are still drawn shut but little rays of sunshine sneak their way through every little gap, bathing the room in morning light.
The first time of the day, a while later, that your eyes meet his always catches him by surprise, half opened and blinking, gaze filled with warmth, once you're really looking at him. There is so much affection in your gaze when you tell him 'good morning' and kiss the side of his mouth. God, he adores you.
Ever the schemer, Chrollo turns his head right after, to catch you in a real peck on the lips as well. You laugh with more affection but indulge him without complaints, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and letting yourself fall back into the pillows, as he moves to roll over you, beginning to pepper your exposed neck and collarbone with kisses.
It's a shame really, to untangle yourselves from the sheets eventually.
He can't bring himself to mind it though, as you shuffle your way groggily into the kitchen, walking in front of him wearing one of his shirts and a pair of long, fancy, silky pajama bottoms from your own closet. They had been a present from him for Christmas last year that he is now congratulating himself for again.
Opening the fridge, he quickly surveys the situation, pulling out some fruit and various asortments of toppings for bread.
He takes to cutting up the fruit while you set out two plates and turn on the kettle for some tea, also putting some coffee to brew.
When the table is set to his satisfaction, Chrollo sits down on one of the chairs and readily opens his arms for you, as you move to climb into his lap instead of getting your own chair, to nobody's surprise.
Smiling at the gesture, you begin busying yourself with assorting various things on a breadbun, making it look like a little artwork, before taking a satisfied bite.
He opens his mouth and you graciously let him have a taste. He nods with a hum at the combined flavours and then starts with his own breakfast.
It's the domesticity in it and how naturally you assumed your position on his lap or received his affections earlier, as though there was never a question of it being any other way. This is what makes the mornings so special.
Later, you will both get dressed in some light summer wear and make your way out onto the balcony to read and listen to some music.
Maybe you will take a nap on top of him on the sun lounger or seat yourself on his back to massage his back. Or perhaps you'll sweet-talk him into rubbing your own shoulders instead. It's not like much convincing is usually necessary for you to be happily indulged in with him.
But for now, you are contently just sitting in his arms in your kitchen, watching the trees swaying outside in the morning breeze without a care in the world.
If Chrollo were to describe peace, these moments would come closest.
Best brain hack is taking “this too shall pass” and applying it in the micro. The panic you feel from an argument with a friend, wanting to get on your phone when you should be studying, the absolute obsession with someone you’re crushing on, pain from rejection, utter hopelessness at a situation that is not entirely hopeless. Heavy on situations that induce panic and incentivize you to act out of turn, maybe to send a text you shouldn’t be sending or to blow up at someone or whatever it is. The antidote to knee jerk reactions is literally just “this too shall pass” and allowing yourself to feel the physical manifestation of your extreme emotion. Literally just ride it out. Even for things that can’t immediately be resolved, it makes such a big difference and prevents you from reacting in ways that you would undoubtedly regret down the line.
I don't know why I have to say this but writers are not AI.
You want them to invest their time and effort into writing something for you, be nice about it? If your ask sounds like a prompt for ChatGPT, you're doing it wrong.
Here's how to make your ask sound like something writers will more likely actually want to write for:
1. Say hello/hi/hey/whatever !! (We're not machines, a greeting is normal.)
2. Then ask politely for the scenario/prompt or whatever that you were thinking about (the function is called ask not demand or prompt for a reason)
3. Say something nice at the beginning or end or something (This one isn't necessarily needed but it doesn't cost you anything and I can guarantee it will more likely lead to your ask being written)
And to be honest, I've written for plenty of asks that didn't have a greeting or anything just an 'OMG imagine this or that'. I just want some general sense that you're excited about this ask and know that you are talking to an actual person.
Think of an ask more as a text message to a fellow friend and less as an AI prompt and you'll be fine.
How do you think a Chrollo who’s MADLY in love with reader would be?
I think at first you wouldn't even notice. Chrollo has always been a gentleman with you. He's always charming and puts on the perfect facade of the perfect lover.
Instead, his actions and words begin to hold just a bit more truth and honesty in them and at some point you become aware of it. It's not that he didn't mean it before when he'd say you're beautiful. But you were always aware that he liked himself saying the words just as much as you liked hearing them.
When he says that you're the stars gleaming in his night sky now, there is a certain sense of reverence and awe in it, that wasn't there before. When he holds you, his arms wrap just a bit tighter and kisses last just a bit longer.
To be fair, I don't think he would realize it either, at first, as the role of the devoted boyfriend comes so easy to him.
Chrollo has always been a bit in love with you. After all, he wouldn't be with you if he didn't, and he's always liked himself in playing the role of the perfect gentleman so it came naturally to assume that role in a relationship.
In fact, he has liked it since he was a boy, reading about love in romance novels, when he was eating his way through any book he could get his hands on and romance was a secret pleasure of even his younger self.
So why does he feel the desire to hold you even closer every night lately? Why is he unable to let go of you in the mornings?
He no longer feels at peace when you give him a single kiss goodbye, when you part ways for work. Instead his body yearns to pull you back in and ravish you again, as if he hadn't been doing so just yesterday and the day before.
It's not enough to be besides you in the evenings, reading together before bed. Chrollo needs you closer, wrapped in his embrace, in his arms, constantly.
If possible, he'd burrow inside your body and wrap himself around your heart and live there forever.
It's only when he's gone for a job with the troupe that he realizes, how long three weeks can be.
And it's when he's standing in the door of your flat, watching you sleep in his favorite armchair, wearing one of his shirts with your pajama pants, a book almost slipping off your lap, that he really understands.
There is a plate with lukewarm food on the kitchen counter, clearly prepared a while ago but with so much care and attention to detail.
You must have been waiting for him but fallen asleep at some point, exhaustion even stronger than the desire to welcome him home.
Devotion wells up inside him and the familiar urge to wrap you in his arms and kiss you senseless nearly takes over.
But instead of sweeping you up with a kiss and taking you on every single piece of furniture around the house, like he was planning to after three weeks apart, Chrollo's steps become even quieter, his gaze softer.
He usually only makes noise to not startle you anyways (a habit from your early days in the relationship, when he had regularly almost given you heart attacks by not making sounds when entering rooms), but now he becomes completely silent.
He takes the book from your lap and neatly tucks it away, diligently placing a bookmark into the page where you had stopped, knowing how much you'd hate having to look for your page later otherwise.
Then he bends down before you, gently gathering you in his arms, taking utmost care not to disturb you even the slightest and makes his way to your shared bedroom.
When he lays you down, he takes care to tuck you into the blankets so you won't get cold at night, before placing a single kiss on your forehead and wrapping himself around you.
His arm cushioning your head, he softly draws his fingers from the other along the side of your face, illuminated by the soft moonlight shining through the curtains.
Tomorrow, when you wake up in his arms, rested and happy to see him, he will have enough time to indulge in his desires for you and show you just how much he's missed you.
Heyy, I haven't explicitly made one but I do have the #mine and #my writing tags and of course #chrollo x reader if you want to see my works with him :)
id like to think he has no clue what you’re trying to do at first. he’s too sweet :( you’re making gestures for his throat and he swoops down with half cold half hot hands slipping around your wrists and bringing them up to his throat. “like this?” n cocks his head to the side like an innocent puppy because he has no idea that you’re maybe trying to choke him out but smiles at the flustered expression that crosses your face he is soooo
What's going on with tumblr and censorship man?? I just got two posts flagged for warning that had nothing but marble statues. Statues!! And it wasn't even a woman in one of them!!
Chrollo loves when you go to the bath house with your girlfriends.
It's a staple in your friendgroup that once a month, you and your girls head out to the women's only sauna night at the local bath house.
You leave him after dinner, shortly before six in the evening, with a quick peck on the lips and then you're whisked away by your friends.
About three hours later then, at around nine, you return, happy and thoroughly satisfied.
Sauna is not really Chrollo's thing, he has to admit. He tried going with you once and understands the appeal, but the vulnerability of it all was a bit much, leaving behind his clothes and belongings (and weapons).
He could never gain the full relaxation that you managed to achieve when he knows he and therefore you could be attacked any moment and he doesn't even have a knife on him. Of course, he would be fine. Bandits secret manifest through his nen after all. But it still lingers in his mind too much to warrant relaxation in such a vulnerable state.
Which is why he likes when you go with your friends.
You smile lazily when he opens the door, tired eyes gazing up at him happily. "Hellooo," you draw out and shuffle into his waiting arms.
Chrollo smiles and takes your heavy bag from you, the weight of wet towels easily hefted over his strong shoulder.
This is the best part of Sauna nights according to Chrollo. You come back so relaxed and content, tired in the best way and full of affection, smelling absolutely heavenly.
He scoops you up with two arms and you sigh, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a happy koala.
He makes his way into the flat, dropping your bag into the bathroom on the way and setting you down on one of the barstools in the kitchen. You gladly accept the glass of water he hands you and sip it, while leaning into him and letting yourself be pulled into his side.
"How was the bath house?" he asks, not because he can't guess but because it shows he cares.
"It was soo good, Chrollo, I think I'm melting as we speak."
He chuckles.
"Really babe, you are about to have a puddle for a girlfriend any minute now," you muse lazily and he smiles at your dramatics.
"I would be okay with a puddle girlfriend, I think", he proclaims and you smush you face into the side of his sweater.
You love how affectionate he is nowadays. Lord knows he didn't start out like that in the beginning of your relationship. But at this point, he knows exactly how to prolong your relaxation to the fullest. Letting yourself be spoiled for once, you only sigh when he starts shuffling you towards the bedroom.
Another thing Chrollo loves is the delicious scents he picks up while undressing you and will later indulge in, when he is done with his routine and laid in bed with you.
For now, he pulls your shirt over your head and kisses away the grumbles he gets from you at being bothered with all of this movement and standing business, as he pulls down the soft pants you wore for the way.
Revealing the simple cotton undergarments you'd worn, he places a worshipping kiss to the tiny bow in the front and then pulls that down as well, to get you into a freshly washed shirt of his and a pair of his own pajama pants.
Happily drowning in fabric, you giggle when he scoops you up once more, squeezing his butt playfully from your position over his shoulder.
He softly slaps yours in retaliation and carefully throws you on the bed, where you immediately open your arms for him in demand.
Chrollo climbs in next to you and pulls you on top of him instead, head resting right above yours.
You simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.
"You smell nice," he comments after a few seconds of just basking in each other's closeness. You lift your arm that had been smothered in scented salt scrub earlier along with the rest of your body.
"Thanks, it's lemongrass-peach according to its bowl."
He hums, "good choice." You nod.
He is satisfied when you're happy and right now, you are very happily draped over him, safely in his arms.
Maybe this is what he loves so much about sauna nights. You always trust him, but after the bath house you are so wonderfully relaxed and pliant, knowing he will take care of you and completely letting him do so. It almost makes him feel a bit lightheaded with his adoration for you.
He loves you, even if that's still hard to admit sometimes, so if it were up to him, he would always have you this content, kissing your forehead when he feels your breath evening out on his chest, as you slowly drift to sleep in his arms.
It's always so funny when Mihawk gets grouped in with "One Piece Villains"
like the man has literally just been vibing the entire time??? It's not HIS fault he sailed to The Baratie for a hot dish of world-class shrimp scampi and some random 19-year-old jackass told him to square up
