#hxh chrollo

[lel0uchs]

I can see you

[hagushka]

Breakfast

[chrollo-lucilfers-chains]

Chrollo and his obsession with having you close...

Chrollo loves having you on his lap.

You're sitting in a dingy bar, some old thing in a smaller town, only a few minutes from YorkNew.

It's not fancy or even remotely pretty but it has amazing corner booths, with each table having its own little nook, that makes it so incredibly cozy. The couches too are made of worn-out leather that has definitely seen better times, but you like it.

You're sitting on his lap, arms folded relaxedly on the table.

Across from you, Machi and Pakunoda are discussing a hunter that was being rude to them a few days ago when they were working with him to get some fancy artifact or something for a job (they don't mention that he's five feet under now, you don't need to know that).

The discussion is quickly dissolving into general complaining about people being rude and not showing any respect, especially in public.

You're chirping in every now and then with some story of your own work aquaintances and morning commutes on the train, the two women nodding along, having been in similar situations many times. But mostly, you just listen to them rant.

Chrollo's head is on your shoulder, arms snug around your waist as he listens to the three of you complain. From your place in his lap, you think he might even be drifting off, head heavy on your shoulder, but every now and then, he pulls you closer again or shifts his legs around underneath you, so he should still be awake.

He, of course, is very much awake and very much aware of what is happening around the four of you, guard constantly up, especially in public. But with Machi and Pakunoda across from him and his comfy position behind you, he's content to just rest against you and listen.

From this angle, he's in the perfect position to press little kisses into the side of your neck and he would be lying if he wasn't happily indulging in your scent, head resting right above where you sprayed your perfume earlier, smell mixing with your shampoo and something uniquely yourself.

It's so nice, he thinks, to have you so close, body pressed to his without any thought behind it. At some point you even sneak a hand in his hair and just smoothe your hands through it absentmindedly.

Chrollo thinks this must be what heaven is like, your weight pressing into him, solidifying that you are here even if he closes his eyes.

#Let Chrollo rest 2026

[emotionalmessss]

what if the reader tries to escape Chrollo and gets caught and she fears punishment so she tries to seduce him?

Note: this was fun lol. This actually inspired me to write a fic for this too. It goes along with it. I'll be posting it separately since it's pretty long. :)

Warnings: NSFW, edging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, dub-con/coercion, power/control imbalance, manipulation, implied kidnapping, yandere themes.

Words: 1.8K

Chrollo doesn’t let go of his fascinations easily–antique books, Nen abilities, valuable artifacts, and even people—he likes to keep them close. Unfortunately for you, he’s very fascinated with you. You could run to the other side of the world, change your identity, start a whole new life, and he would still find you. He’s fucking relentless. Absolutely nothing can keep you safe from him. Call it love, call it obsession, call it whatever you want, it doesn’t make any difference when you’re trying to get away.  

Predictably, your escape failed—and you’re fucking terrified of being punished. Understandably so, Chrollo can be fucking horrifying. But he’s never raised his voice or hand at you, ever. That's not his style. Still, it’s only natural to expect punishment when caught doing something wrong, even though right and wrong is somewhat subjective in this scenario.    

I highly doubt Chrollo would be anything less than calm and composed when he catches you. He’s not the type of person to get emotional easily, even in the most unfavorable situations. His calm, charismatic, and methodical approach has always worked for him—why change now? Because he seems somewhat detached for the most part, I don’t think Chrollo would reveal anything he’s thinking or feeling when he confronts you. He wouldn’t be angry or raise his voice, and he definitely wouldn’t act impulsively or resort to physical violence. 

The only thing Chrollo would intentionally reveal is his disappointment—with you and your futile attempt at escape. It wouldn’t be genuine, of course. He’s only doing it because he knows the effects it’ll have on you. Depending on the circumstances—his mood at the time, or whether you’ve tried to escape before—he might use subtle threats to make it crystal fucking clear that there’s no escaping him. He tries his best to avoid violence of any kind with you, it's not something he enjoys or feels is necessary. He’d rather hint at the consequences of your actions—not just for you, but for your friends, your family, and anyone involved in your escape.

Chrollo strikes me as the type who would rather make someone fear what could happen than actually carry out a punishment. He might feel like that method provides the best results? Less disobedience and more compliance, without completely breaking someone? Who knows. 

Anywayssss. Your fear about being punished for trying to escape wouldn’t surprise Chrollo, he already expected that. But you trying to seduce him would be very surprising, he never expected that. He’d hide his surprise and confusion well, barely letting anything show—maybe just a brief change in his body language, but that's all. Considering the kind of man Chrollo is, he probably wouldn’t want you to know that you had actually managed to throw him off guard, and that definitely influenced his reaction. 

I’d imagine that Chrollo’s feelings for you would also play a part in how he’d react to the situation. He is attracted to you, both physically and emotionally, and you trying to seduce him would really test his limits. In his mind, he might be imagining fucking you right then and there, thinking of all the things he could do to you. But he knows better than to act solely on feelings, and prides himself on self-control. During your time together, Chrollo made sure he never crossed any lines with you, understanding the importance of appearing gentlemanly, composed, and caring. He knew that making you feel uncomfortable—more than necessary—would do little good, so he carefully maintained his image. As selfish as it sounds, he did it for himself more than he did it for you. 

Chrollo’s also very smart. It wouldn’t take long for him to realize that you’re probably only trying to seduce him so you can avoid being punished. He’s seen people do all sorts of things under the right amount of pressure, but this might be a first. The fact that you’d try to manipulate him—and in that specific way too—was amusing. But he wouldn’t stop you, no, he’d rather sit back and observe for a bit, probably contemplating how to deal with you. 

If Chrollo does decide to ‘entertain’ your attempts of seduction, it's because he wants to, not because you succeeded in seducing him. Maybe he’d play along because he wants to see just how far you’d go? Maybe he’s been feeling a little pent up lately, and this is the perfect opportunity to satisfy his needs? Either way, Chrollo never does anything without a purpose.

In this case, Chrollo would use the situation as an opportunity to teach you a lesson. Don’t expect much leniency from him. Running away was a betrayal, and that’s not something he’ll forget, or forgive easily. Still, he can’t help but feel slightly impressed with how you handled the situation. He knows you’re scared, but instead of giving into your fear—like he would’ve expected—you made a cunning move, attempting to manipulate him. And it might have worked, too, if you weren’t trying to manipulate him. But that tiny bit of respect you managed to gain doesn’t mean you’re off the hook from being punished.  

If Chrollo does decide to punish you, he wouldn’t be overly cruel with it. Fear can be a great motivator, but he wouldn’t overdo it. He doesn’t want to traumatize you, no, that would only cause more problems for him in the long run. Instead, he’d opt for something subtle and far more effective, something very intimate. Chrollo is no stranger to using unorthodox methods of punishment, and he wouldn’t hesitate in the slightest to employ them if they served his purpose. 

Chrollo would intentionally draw out the situation, allowing you to touch and kiss him, while using that sweet voice of yours to whisper some cock-hardening words into his ear. He’d be patient and play along with your game—calmly responding to your advances with some of his own—making you think that you’re winning, but you’re not, and you never will. 

He gives you just enough rope to hang yourself with. He’ll let you take the lead, at first. He’ll remain almost passive, his dark eyes tracking your every move, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. It’s a test. He’s giving you the rope, watching with detached curiosity to see how you’ll hang yourself with it. 

As you're whispering all that filthy shit in his ear, pressing your body against his, he doesn’t just passively take it. He actively rewards you. He plays along. He doesn’t just passively let you grope him. That would be too obvious. Chrollo is a master of performance. He commits to the role. 

As your hands tremble while unbuttoning his shirt, he’ll cover them with his own, steadying them. He’ll lean into your desperate kisses, meeting your frantic energy. It feels like acceptance, like he's being won over. He’ll let out a soft hum of approval, a low sound in his chest that vibrates against your lips, making you think, it’s actually working. He is doing the bare minimum to give you the maximum amount of false hope.

When you kiss his neck, a low groan rumbles in his chest. When your hand slips down to grope the front of his pants, his own hand comes up to grip your hip, pulling you closer. “Is this what you want?” he’ll murmur, voice like silk. “To be close to me like this?” He’s giving you positive reinforcement, at the bare min, meticulously crafting this illusion that you're actually getting to him. He wants you to feel like you’ve successfully manipulated Chrollo Lucilfer.

The flip. The goddamn switch. This is where it all changes. It happens when you’re at your most vulnerable—when he’s finally inside you, deep and warm. You’d be riding him, thinking you’ve won, that this is your escape from punishment—moaning his name, nails scratching down his chest, convinced your little seduction’s got him wrapped around your finger. 

No big dramatic moment, just a shift in his grip, his fingers suddenly clamping down on your waist to pin you in place, halting your movements mid-thrust. He’ll hold you still, fully impaled on him. You’re balancing on the edge, pussy clenching around him, so fucking close, and he just... stops. His eyes meet yours, that calm detachment back in full force, a smirk curling his lips as he says, casual as anything, “you didn’t really think I’d let you off that easy, did you?”

“Did you really think this would work?” He’ll ask, his hips giving a single, slow, thrust that’s devoid of any genuine feeling. He’ll start to move again, but the rhythm is all wrong. It’s too fast, too shallow, or too brutally deep, designed for his pleasure and your discomfort. He’ll watch your face, your desperate expression, and his lips will curl into a mild smirk. “You ran from me,” he’ll whisper, each word punctuated by a rough shove of his hips, rolling into you.“You betrayed my trust.” Thrust. “And you thought you could fuck your way out of the consequences?” Thrust. “How naive.” 

This is where the real cruelty comes in. He’s going to use your own body against you. He’ll fuck you—with his fingers, his mouth, his cock—and he will be an expert at it. He knows exactly how to drive you up, how to make your breath catch and your toes curl. He’ll pull out just enough to use his thumb to grind mercilessly against your clit while he fucks you. He’ll drive you to the absolute brink, your whole body convulsing, begging to come. You’ll be sobbing, pleading. And just as the wave is about to crash over you, he’ll stop everything. Completely. He’ll pull his thumb away, still his hips, and just hold you there, impaled and trembling, while the orgasm withers and dies inside you.

“Patience,” he’ll murmur, leaning down to kiss you sweetly, a horrifying contrast to the torment he’s forcing you to endure. He’ll do this over and over again. Bringing you to the brink, then snatching it away, until you’re sobbing, a desperate, incoherent mess, begging him to just let you come. He’ll let you recover for a moment before whispering, “let’s try that again,” and start the entire agonizing process over. Leaving you in a constant state of wired, overstimulated agony.

He overstimulates the fuck out of you after the edging, not letting up even when you finally cum, slamming into your oversensitive cunt until you’re writhing, tears streaming, body betraying you with orgasms that border on painful. 

In the aftermath, Chrollo doesn’t gloat—he’s too composed for that shit. But the way he holds you close, stroking your hair while your body’s still twitching from the overload, it’s clear. This was his plan all along. You feared punishment, so he gave it to you wrapped in the sex you offered, ensuring you’ll think twice before trying to escape or seduce your way out again.

[cuddlycutiepie]

Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　

The forest was silent the night death attempted to come for you.

Your instincts had screamed before your eyes caught him: a pale silhouette standing impossibly still among the trees. His long hair, black as midnight silk, shifted in the windy air. His face was expressionless, his eyes deep and empty, and the sheer weight of his presence pressed down on you until your lungs tightened.

Illumi Zoldyck.

There was no need for introductions. You knew the name, and more importantly, what it meant: he was here for you.

The attack was immediate.

Needles flashed in his fingers, his movements smooth and silent, as though the night itself obeyed him. You barely dodged, striking back with everything you had. He didn’t block—he bent unnaturally, evading with fluid precision, his face blank all the while. To him, this wasn’t a battle. It was an assessment.

Blood warmed your side where his needle had grazed you. He tilted his head, gaze flickering down to the crimson on your hand.

“You’re weaker than I expected,” he murmured, voice calm, detached.

You tightened your grip on your weapon, teeth gritted. “Who hired you?”

His answer was as merciless as his strikes. “Irrelevant. You’ll die tonight.”

And yet, you refused to give him the satisfaction. “I’ll pay you double.”

The words made him still. His hand hovered a hairs breath from your throat. He blinked once, eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly.

“Double…” His voice stretched, curious now. Not moved, not convinced, merely intrigued. Then his lips curved, just slightly. “Fine. For now, you live.”

Your battle was over, but your sentence wasn’t lifted. You’d bought yourself time. Nothing more.

Traveling with Illumi was like living under a constant blade.

He was always near, but never warm. His eyes followed you in silence, studying your movements like a predator examining prey that had, for some reason, been spared. He spoke rarely, and when he did, his words were clinical, precise.

“You’re inefficient with that weapon.”

“You bleed too much when you’re injured.”

“If you hesitate, I won’t save you.”

He didn’t disguise the truth: he didn’t care for you. You weren’t a partner. You were a transaction.

And yet… Illumi never strayed far. You noticed it in subtle things—the way he walked half a step ahead, forcing enemies to meet him first. The way his gaze swept every corner of a room before you entered. He didn’t ask about your fears or pain. He didn’t offer kindness. But he made certain nothing touched you without going through him.

Weeks passed.

You bled together. Killed together. Survived together.

But Illumi never softened. At least, not at first.

At night, you sometimes tried to provoke him into conversation, tossing questions into the firelit silence. “Why do you kill?” “What do you want from life?” “What’s the worst thing you’ve done?”

Most nights, he didn’t answer at all. When he did, his responses were blunt and stripped of feeling.

“It’s my nature.”

“Nothing.”

“That depends on what you consider ‘worst.’”

But in his own quiet and crude way, he was always watching. You’d catch him sometimes, his gaze fixed on you, unreadable. Not longing. Not affection. Something stranger—like he was dissecting a puzzle that refused to solve itself.

The first real fracture in his indifference came when one of the assailants sent for you managed to draw blood.

The blade wasn’t deep, but it bit across your ribs, hot and sharp. You staggered, hissing in pain, but still fought on. When it was over, bodies littered the ground. You wiped your mouth, expecting him to walk away as usual.

Instead, his hand shot out, seizing your wrist.

His fingers were cold as ice as he pulled your arm from your side, exposing the wound. His expression didn’t change, but his grip was harsh, bruising. His voice was quieter than usual, though no less sharp.

“You shouldn’t let them touch you..”

Your breath caught. “Illumi… are you—worried?”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his face unreadable. Then, slowly, he released you, stepping back as though your skin burned him.

“You’re my client. If you die, my payment dies with you.”

And yet, when you cleaned your wound later that night, you found a neatly wrapped bandage tucked among your belongings. His work. Silent. But not unacknowledged.

It took time—so much time—for the cracks to widen.

He began positioning himself closer to you at camp. His eyes lingered longer when you moved ahead on the trail. He started correcting your stance in battle—not with words, but with his hands guiding your arms, his chest brushing your back. The contact was fleeting, cold, but deliberate.

One night, exhausted beyond caring, you leaned against him as you sat by the dying fire. He stiffened immediately, like a statue under your touch. You expected him to push you away. He didn’t. He stayed rigid, unmoving, but he didn’t stop you.

That was the first time Illumi allowed anyone to touch him without purpose.

Eventually his lips found yours, however, it didn’t happen quickly.

For days, Illumi’s eyes lingered a little too long, as if searching for something he couldn’t name. His hand would brush yours when passing a weapon, cold and transient, yet you felt the restraint in the way he pulled back immediately.

The night it finally happened, the air was heavy with smoke and exhaustion after another fight. You sat close, tending a shallow cut on your arm. Illumi approached without a word, crouching beside you, his long hair spilling over his shoulder as he reached for the bandage. His fingers, cold and precise, wrapped the cloth around your wound.

He didn’t speak, but you felt the intensity of his gaze on your face. When you looked up, his eyes were already on you—dark, fathomless, but no longer empty. For once, he didn’t glance away.

The space between you thinned, a fragile thread pulling tighter with every breath. You could feel the faint warmth of him, the steadiness of his presence pressing in close. His hand lingered at your wrist, not moving, as though the thought of letting go hadn’t yet occurred to him.

You whispered, almost afraid to break the silence, “Illumi…”

That was when he moved.

Slowly at first, hesitantly—like even he wasn’t sure why. Then suddenly, decisively, his mouth claimed yours. The kiss wasn’t gentle; it was rough, consuming, searing, as though he’d finally surrendered to something he could no longer deny. His hands anchored you, cold and firm, holding you as though daring the world itself to try and tear you away.

When at last he pulled back, the firelight flickered against his face. His nose rested against yours, his breath mingling with your own. And in his eyes—dark, endless voids—you saw something you had never thought possible.

Not emptiness. Not indifference.

But softness.

“You belong to me now,” he whispered. Not a question. A truth. The silence stretched, heavy with everything unspoken. And then—dead serious, voice perfectly flat—Illumi asked:

“…Am I still getting paid?”

You blinked at him, torn between laughter and disbelief. “Are you kidding me right now?”

His head tilted slightly, as though the question were perfectly reasonable. “You said double. I expect compensation.”

You couldn’t help it—you laughed, shaking your head. Trust Illumi Zoldyck to make your first kiss with him feel both life-changing and transactional

Shortly after, the day of your revenge came at last.

The one who had almost bought your death knelt in a fortress of gold, surrounded by guards who believed their weapons could keep fate at bay. They were wrong.

Illumi descended upon them like a nightmare. His needles pierced throats, his hands broke bone, his expression cold as stone. He didn’t fight for you. He fought because this was his nature—killing was as natural as breathing. But you saw something in the way his eyes followed you through the carnage: permission. This was your vengeance. He would make sure nothing stood in the way.

When it was all over, your betrayer cowered before you, gasping. Illumi stood behind you, his presence looming, his voice brushed your ear, low and calm.

“Finish it. I’ll watch.”

And you did. You ended the one who had signed your death warrant, feeling the weight lift from your shoulders as blood stained your hands.

Illumi’s arms wrapped around you from behind, holding you steady as though he knew your knees might fail. His breath ghosted your hair, and for the first time, his voice held something unguarded.

“You’re mine now. No one else touches you. No one else decides your fate.”

You turned in his embrace, meeting his gaze. And there it was—the impossible. Love, in its strangest form. Not gentle. Not safe. But absolute.

Illumi Zoldyck would never love like others did. His love was a blade—cold, sharp, consuming. But it was yours.

And standing in the ruins of your vengeance, you realized you had gained more than justice.

You had gained him.

Forever.

[sauronns]

PRINTS.

[arabella0001]

hunter x hunter men eating you out

characters: chrollo lucilfer, illumi zoldyck, kurapika

cn: yandere illumi, manipulative chrollo, soft yet posessive kurapika, rough kissing, oral (female receiving)

illumi

illumi will be pretty calculated in his moves, each movement purposeful, like he is mapping you out.

his thumb trace your lips lightly while his other hand grabs your cheeks, his grip is secure but not too rough. his gaze piercing, unblicking.

“you think you can escape me? no one can”

his touch would be surprising gentle sometimes, almost tender as he observes you closely. however, is because of his unwavering control.

‘you’re so…perfect for me. only me’

running his finger over your body, untill it reach almost your pussy and then back then. his fingers feels purposelful like he’s claiming every part of you.

‘i-illumi…more’ you try to rush him but you don’t stand a chance, his teasing is torturous.

‘keep pushing, and you’ll see exactly what happens when you disobey me’ he cups your pussy, making you gasp.

‘but i don—‘

‘i will always have you right where i want you’ he comes closer, his lips closer to yours, you earn to taste him, feeling so aroused it drives you mad.

he start coming down untill his face reach your pussy, making you shiver impatiently as his tongue dive between your folds. kissing your lips and playing with your clit, moving slowly as your hands gripping the sheets because of the pent-up arousal.

he is moving how slow and how fast he desire, gauging your reaction until you cum how many time he wants.

by the time he is down with you, you are completly at his mercy.

chrollo

chrollo tends to be composed but his calm exterior crack slightly when he feels you challenging his control.

‘i know what’s best for you, y/n. let me take care of everything’

‘chrollo i don’t wanna figh—‘

he wouldn’t let you escape easily, pinning you against the wall, enough to make you feel trapped.

‘you love me, don’t you?‘ hiz gaze so intense, flickering from your eyes to your lips

‘of course’ you whisper, your response coming from you like a script

he come closer to you ear, whispering ‘i make sure you never reget giving me your love.’ his tongue find your earlobe, making you tremble with need ‘you are everything i need’

he kiss you with a urgency, his touches rough but precise, not ouf of anger but to make sure you understand the weight of his hold on you.

he will kneel between you, a surprise looking at your face as he undress you slowly

‘c-chrollo?’

‘you want this, don’t you?’ he kiss your clother pussy, heat already formed between your legs ‘you’ve already given yourself to me’ he emphasize by pulling your panties down as he start kissing hungrly making you moan shamelessy. ‘and you’ll keep doing so’

‘chrollo—y-yes, please’ you grind on his face, your legs tremble

‘who do you belong to?’ he whispers between his licks, teasing you and kissing your thighs before returning his tongue on you

‘you. only you. always’ you say desperatly, barely controlling yourself

‘such a good girl. you’re making me pround’ as he gives you finally what you wanted, making you cum all over his face.

bonus! (mostly greenflag)

kurapika

kurapika could be quite intense. expecially after something almost happening to you or thats what he thinks so before of his concern.

at night, he will grab your arms gently but secure and look into your eyes with an intense yet loving gaze

‘you have to listen to me’ his words sharp but because he is urging you to listen to him.

‘i’m listening kura—‘

‘why do you always test me? i only want to keep you safe’ he is pushing you slowly further into your shared room.

‘i know baby, but you need to calm down—‘

‘i’m calm, y/n. i’m doing this just because i love you’ his both hands grabbing your face, making you face melt.

‘i know, kurapika. i love you too’ you try to calm him by your love that he can see in your eyes as you sit down on the bed.

seeing you like this, an idea form into his head, pushing you slowly over the bed

‘you’re my reason for everything i do’ he start kissing your neck and worshiping you with his touched, making you feel so warm and aroused

‘yes?’ you whisper to him as his eyes is glued to you, but your tongue over your lipscatching his attention, closing the distance with a desperate kiss but full of pent-up frustration at your stubbornness and a lot of desire.

you both breathing heavily after he push away.

‘i need you.’ he start kissing you from your collarbone, to between your breast and slowly reaching your belly, his hands around your wrists.

‘you’ve been so good to me. i’ll protect you, always’

his meaningful words making your heart full of emotions and the combination with his touches set your body on fire, making you already so wet because of him.

he will kiss your pussy, inside your tights, your curves and everywhere he can. licking your pussy the way you like, the way he surely knows pleasure you the most.

giving you orgasm after orgasm, purring his heart out with his tongue, making you moan his name again and again.

more hxh content here

[candiyaa]

You call them 'Handsome'

Pairing : Gon ; Killua ; Kurapika ; Leorio ; Illumi and Hisoka x gn!reader

CONTENT WARNING ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 : None ?

𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐒

*blink*

He's the type to whip his head around to see if it was directed at someone else.

"Me!"

He’ll scratch his head, embarrassed 

"Ah…you really think so !?"

He genuinely doesn’t think about his appearance.

It'll sink in hours later mid-conversation lol

"…Handsome means good-looking, right?"

He's not used to that kind of compliments.

But a smile stays on his face throughout the whole day!

That bby he would certainly blush !!

"Thank you… "

He’ll treasure it.

And return the compliment ofc it’s Gon we’re talking about!

The moment those words leave your lips, they stay in his mind like a gift in his memory, just kept for him.

He won’t brag about it.

Well... maybe just to Killua. Just to tease him…

He’ll treasure it silently.

"You’re really nice-looking too!"

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐘𝐂𝐊

"HUH?"

He says, raising an eyebrow.

He definitely heard that, but he’s just... frozen. 

Then it clicks.

"Why would you say that!"

He’ll face away hiding his blush, hands in pockets feigning nonchalance. 

"What does it have to do with anything? Stop speaking nonsense!"

Oh you broke him (that cutieeee)

"Tch… don’t say that again."

No thank-yous. No nothing.

He’ll pretend to go help Gon with something. 

But internally he’s shaken. 

He checks his reflection later.

Not because he believes you, but because he’s confused.

He stares at himself and mutters, wondering.

"...Handsome, huh..."

Then looks away fast.

He’ll eventually thank you, but Killua's still our nonchalant boy, so he wouldn’t say it directly while looking at you.

He’ll just pass by muttering a small "Thank you…i guess."

So long after that, you’d already forgotten you complimented him.

But on his side tho… he didn’t forget.

In fact, it stayed stuck in his head the entire day until he found the courage to address it again. 

"Oh! Killua what happened to you? You’re red. Did someone slap y- "I AM NOT !"

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐎

"HA!????"

He thinks he misheard.

Blushing ++

He asks you to repeat it once.

Then twice just to hear you say it again!

"You guys heard that, right ? I’m HANDSOMEE!"

OH THAT MAN WILL BRAG ABT IT FOR SUREE 

He's straightening his suit, laughing, and oh he’s loud again.

A smile so big it nearly reaches his ears lol 

"Ah… about time you noticed. I was losing hope in you, hehe."

He thinks he’s worldwide handsome now.

And he’ll argue about it with ANYONE. (yh even Jin)

*sigh* "Being handsome has its cost though, you know…"

Dramatic "main character" moment is it…?

Deep down, it made him very happy.

He probably replays it in his head. It touched him very deeply, especially coming from you. 

Though, he won’t stop bragging about it, even days later…

He genuinely gaslights himself into thinking it boosted his confidence for interviews lol.

"Clearly it's working. I radiate charisma."

Someone need to tell him to stop...

"Guess I’ll have to live up to that reputation now."

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀

"Oh…"

He blinks looking at you.

He also thinks he misheard, but then it clicks. 

His eyes don’t leave you. He doesn't answer yet but he's observing, processing your words.

He’s INTERNALLY PANICKING not knowing how to react, his expression betrays nothing, as he's still processing.

But a dangerous blush creeps onto his cheeks.

So much so that you think he might just explode.

His eyes flash scarlet for a split second.

Not from anger but from emotional overload.

He’d be embarrassed if you noticed.

Then he abruptly looks away.

"I’m the only one in front of you, so…I’m assuming it’s directed at me ?"

He avoids your gaze for some time, just to look back in your eyes again.

Polite nod.

"Thank you…I’ve never been told this before. Y…You’re pretty too."

He gives you a genuine smile.

And just like Gon, he treasures it deeply. 

For someone that never really cared about appearence, today it mattered.

"Beauty is subjective. Yet... they said it so naturally about me..."

𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑰 𝒁𝑶𝑳𝑫𝒀𝑪𝑲

"..."

He stares. 

Staring. Completely still. 

Those unnerving, hollow, doll-like eyes stay fixed on you, as if swallowing the light around you. 

He stares so long you start to lose hope of getting any reaction out of him. 

Then he speaks, in that same detached tone, yet surprisingly pleasant voice.

"Hmm…interesting. Usually people don’t live enough to compliment me."

Then he stares again. 

"You’re bold. But that comment was unnecessary. Do I look like I needed it ?"

He turns on his heels, those luscious long hair swaying as he walks away. 

No thank-yous. Nothing.

Then he comes to a stop. 

He doesn’t even turn to look at you properly, if not only shooting a glance over his shoulder. 

"Theoretically…you’re not bad to look at either."

And with that he’s gone. 

Yes he said "theoretically"… 

"Be careful saying things like that. Someone might misunderstand your intentions."

𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐖

(I swear he’s just Doma’s  long lost distant cousin in my mind) 

"...?"

He raises an eyebrow.

But that cunning smile is already curling on his lips.

"Continue…"

He’s already licking his lips…

"Handsome you say…~ ? How flattering, especially coming from a flower like you."

He gradually gets closer to you before you even realize it.

"I can show you even fancier things…"

Run. Just run.

You’re on his radar now. 

He thinks of you as a potential ‘something’ now, less like another face in the crowd. 

"And what else do you see, hmm…~" 

You got yourself into that reader, I ain’t saving you from him…😔

Later he’ll casually appear again.

"You still think I'm handsome ?"

Not insecure. Curious, taunting, if not interested.

He wants to know if you meant it, or if you’re easily swayed.

Good luck getting rid of him now! 

"Don’t flee now~ You were so bold earlier."

⋆˚✿˖° Hiii yes I know…SURPRISING RIGHT ?? No worries tho I’m just adding HxH as fandoms I’m writing for BUT I’ll keep writing for Demon Slayer! So no, all the requests that haven’t been uploaded yet are not gone to waste! I’m just re-watching HxH these days and I JUST HAD TO WRITE FOR THEM! So YES if you’re still wondering I’ll start writing for both DS and HxH now !! So please feel free to flood my asks with your HxH requests bc I have ideas!! Apologies for misspellings or grammar mistakes! Sending lots of love, xoxo. ⋆˚✿˖°