The boss's secret
Chrollo x reader
Notes: Hello, this is my first post. English is not my first language, so please comment if I make any mistakes
Warnings: none
Summary: The Phantom Troupe noticed Chrollo acting strangely and began investigating – much like a group of friends gossiping about their boss's love life.
Word count: 1.4k
The Phantom Troupe had known Chrollo Lucifer for years. They had seen him as a cold, ruthless, calculating leader who could order a massacre without blinking once. They had seen him calm in the face of death, unshaken by betrayal, unmoved by the chaos that swirled around him like a second skin.
But recently, something had shifted.
It was small things at first. The way he'd pause mid-sentence, a faint smile tugging at his lips for no apparent reason. The way he'd check his phone more often than usual, his eyes softening when he read a mysterious message. The way he'd disappear for a few hours without any explanations, returning with a lightness in his eyes that hadn't been there before.
"The boss has been acting strange," Nobunaga stated one evening, leaning against the wall of their hideout. "Did anyone else notice?"
Feitan grunted, not looking up from sharpening his blade. "Not my business."
"It's always our business if it's about the boss," Phinks countered, crossing his arms. "If he's distracted, it could affect the Troupe."
"He's not distracted." Machi's voice was flat, but her eyes flickered with something like curiosity. "He's... softer. I've seen it. When he thinks no one's watching, his expression changes."
"Soft?" Nobunaga snorted. "Chrollo? Soft?"
"Don't be dense, Nobu." Shalnark's voice came from behind his laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "I've been analyzing his behavior patterns for the past three weeks. He's been spending more time away from the hideout, his communication patterns have shifted, and -” He paused, a grin spreading across his face. "—he's been buying flowers."
Silence.
"Flowers?" Shizuku repeated, her voice flat with disbelief.
"Flowers," Shalnark confirmed. "Specifically, a bouquet of white roses, every three days, from a florist in the commercial district."
"That's..." Nobunaga trailed off, trying to process the information.
"That's insane," Phinks finished for him.
-
The Troupe decided, collectively and without official vote, that they needed to investigate.
"I'll tail him," Pakunoda offered, her voice calm and measured. "I can read his memories if I touch him. But I don't think he'd appreciate that."
"He'd kill you," Feitan said flatly.
"He'd try."
"That's not a risk we should take," Machi interjected. "We just need to watch. See who he's meeting. What he's doing."
"I can monitor his phone," Shalnark said, already tapping away. "Track his movements, his messages, and -”
"Don't." Chrollo's voice came from the doorway, calm and amused. "I know about you."
The Troupe froze. Chrollo stood there, leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on his lips. He looked... happy. Genuinely happy.
"Boss," Phinks said, recovering first. "We were just—"
"Gossiping about me?" Chrollo raised an eyebrow. "I'm flattered."
"We're not gossiping," Kortopi said quickly. "We're... concerned."
"Concerned." Chrollo's smile widened. "You think I'm compromised."
"We think you're acting different," Machi corrected. "That's all."
Chrollo was quiet for a moment. Then he pushed off the doorframe, walking into the room with an unhurried grace. His eyes swept over each of them, and for a moment, something vulnerable flickered in their depths—something they'd never seen before.
"You're not wrong," he said finally. "I have been... different. But not in a way that threatens the Troupe."
"Then what is it?" Phinks demanded.
Chrollo's smile turned secretive. "I'll tell you when I'm ready. For now—" He paused, pulling his phone from his pocket. His expression softened again, that same warmth he'd been wearing for weeks. "—I have somewhere to be."
He left without another word.
-
The moment the door closed behind him, the Troupe exploded.
"He's definitely seeing someone," Nobunaga declared, slamming his fist on the table. "I've never seen him smile like that. Never."
"Could be a trap," Feitan said, but even he sounded unconvinced.
"A trap that makes him buy flowers?" Shalnark snorted. "I don't think so. This is personal."
"Who could be with him?" Phinks wondered aloud. "I mean, the boss is... the boss. He's untouchable. Unreachable. Who could possibly—"
"Someone patient," Machi cut in. "Someone who doesn't try to manipulate him. Someone who sees him as a person, not a weapon."
"That's..." Phinks paused. "Actually, really specific."
Machi shrugged. "It's what he needs."
Pakunoda, who had been silent throughout the conversation, finally spoke. "I touched him earlier. By accident. I didn't mean to, but—" She paused, her expression unreadable. "—I saw something."
"What?" Everyone leaned in.
"He was thinking about her." Pakunoda's voice was soft. "A woman. (H/C) hair, kind eyes. She smiled at him, and he—" She stopped, shaking her head. "I've never seen him feel that way about anyone. It was... overwhelming."
The room fell silent.
"So it's real," Shalnark said quietly. "The boss has a crush."
"A crush?" Nobunaga laughed. "The boss? The cold-blooded leader of the Phantom Troupe? Has a crush?"
"Stranger things have happened," Machi said, almost smiling.
-
They found Chrollo a few days later, sitting in a quiet café with you discussing a book.
The Troupe watched from a distance—disguised, subtle, careful not to draw attention. You and Chrollo were laughing about something, your head tilted back, your face lit up with genuine joy. And Chrollo—the same Chrollo who had ordered the massacre of countless people, who had stolen and killed without hesitation—was looking at you like you were the most precious treasure in the world.
"I can't believe it," Phinks muttered. "He's actually... soft."
"She normal," Feitan observed. "Not a Nen user."
"She doesn't know what he does." Shizuku voice was flat,unbothered but there was something like concern beneath it. "Does she?"
"Probably not," Shalnark said. "And that's why he likes her. She sees him as just a man."
They watched as Chrollo reached across the table, his fingers brushing yours. You smiled, and he smiled back—a real smile, unguarded and warm.
"We should go," Pakunoda said quietly. "We've seen enough."
"But—"
"Let him have this." Her eyes were soft. "He deserved it."
-
The Troupe never confronted Chrollo about you directly.
But they made their peace with it in their own way. Nobunaga stopped joking about Chrollo's "softness." Phinks stopped questioning his absences. Machi started leaving flowers on Chrollo's desk—a quiet acknowledgment of what she'd seen.
And Chrollo, in his own way, acknowledged their understanding.
"Thank you," he said one night, when the Troupe was gathered. "For not asking."
"We didn't ask because we know you," Shalnark replied. "You'd tell us if it was important."
"It is important." Chrollo's voice was soft, almost vulnerable. "She is important. But she's also... separate. She doesn't know who I really am. And I'd like to keep it that way."
"We understand," Pakunoda said. "We'll protect her. Even if she doesn't know it."
Chrollo's smile was genuine. "Thank you."
-
The Troupe kept your secret, and Chrollo's.
They never approached you, never made their presence known. But they watched, in their own quiet way. If anyone ever posed a threat to you, they would act before Chrollo even knew there was a problem.
"She's good for him," Nobunaga said one day, watching Chrollo leave to meet you.
"She makes him human," Machi agreed.
"Let's hope she never finds out the truth," Feitan said. "Or we might have to kill her."
The others turned to stare at him.
"What?" he said, his voice flat. "You were all thinking it."
"We were not," Pakunoda said, her voice firm. "We were thinking about how to protect her. Not how to kill her."
Feitan grunted but said nothing.
"What matters," Shalnark said, "is that the boss is happy. And we've never seen him happy before. That's... new."
"It's good," Kortopi added. "He deserves it."
-
Chrollo never told you who he really was.
But sometimes, late at night, when the world was quiet and you were asleep beside him, he would look at your face and feel something he'd never felt before: a fear of losing you.
"One day," he whispered to you, his voice barely audible in the darkness, "you might find out who I am. And when you do, you might leave."
He pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"But until then, I'll cherish every moment I have with you."
He didn't know that the Troupe had already made a pact. If you ever found out and tried to leave, they would stop you—not to hurt you, but to keep Chrollo from shattering ever again.
Because for all his power, all his ruthlessness, Chrollo Lucifer was still a man who could be broken.
And you were the only thing that made him whole.