Ehhh more or less, translation alone isnโt reliable, you need context.This translation is just reciting word one after another but real translation takes into matter the story, the character, things he said before, the feelings heโs conveying as the story goes - and from that, you take what makes the most sense.
I mean,ย โI will always be training as an assassinโ could NEVER be an option since itโs something he doesnโt want to do anymore (and thatโs why he never does). Itโs not even possible that this option is considered by Killua.
A perfect relationship, a perfect home. A life built on lies can never be permanent, can it?
Chrollo doesnโt know why youโve been acting this way. He had been away for two weeks - okay almost three weeks - but you were completely fine before he left. This time, there was no welcome hug when he arrived home, no questions of how the journey was and no joking declaration of how you were so lonely in the king sized bed at night.
Whatโs worse is that when he woke up, you were sleeping on the couch. You hadnโt even gone to bed with him, sitting on the table with a cup of coffee and your laptop open in front of you as you coldly shoo-ed him away while you worked in the middle of the night.ย
Saying that heโs hurt would be an understatement. But despite all that, he makes his morning coffee as quietly as he can after he took your sleeping form from the couch and laid you on the bed. Perhaps his own courteousness would win you over and lead you to talk to him.ย
A few hours pass and heโs proven wrong. The most he gets is a glare from you when you emerge from the bedroom.
Itโs afternoon now, and while Chrollo showers, he wonders how he should go about the situation. Having used En just a few minutes ago, he knows that youโre using your laptop again and mindlessly scrolling some social media site. He sighs. This weekend was supposed to be one where the two of you caught up and went out on at least one date.
As the water goes down the drain, he canโt help but visualise his plans flowing away with it.
A towel around his neck and no shirt, he casually heads to the kitchen to get a glass of water and hopes that the teasing appearance heโs put on would make you at least sneak a look. Nothing. Your eyes remained glued to your laptop.
Well, if you wonโt notice him, heโll just make you notice him! He casually saunters over to where youโre seated and bends down. The action is to make his shirtless appearance visible, and when he asks you what youโre doing, he notices your eyes briefly glancing at his torso.
A small victory but a victory nonetheless.
However, the feeling is quickly squashed when you donโt give him a reply and instead continue scrolling through an array of cat videos. Chrollo is more surprised than annoyed. What did he do that made your attitude get this bad with him?
Pursing his lips, he gives up and moves away to the bedroom to dry his hair. If youโre not going to speak to him and make your displeasure so explicitly known, heโll have to resort toโฆ other tactics.
So, he fastens the apron's belt and gets to work. Even as the dishes clink and the tap water runs, you don't bother looking anywhere other than the screen in front of you.
When he leaves the potatoes to boil, he hears the chair dragging against the floor and turns around to see you standing up.
"I've had enough. There's no need to continue your act, Chrollo. I know what you're hiding and I have evidence."
The declaration suffices to make his heart stop beating for a moment. As you bring over your laptop to the kitchen counter, a million thoughts run in his head.
Did you somehow find out about the troupe? He never left any trails that could lead you to that. Perhaps Shalnark came to see him here in his absence. But he was also sworn to secrecy, so how? Just how deep did you dig to find the information?
For the first time in almost forever, Chrollo feels his heart thrum against his chest out of fear and apprehension. The price he'll have to pay if things go wrong is too much for him. He'll have to refute every single claim of yours and reject every single theory and fact that you may present him. Maybe even throw in some lies to make sure that you don't-
"I know everything, so don't even try to lie to me!"
All Chrollo does is look at you, eyes cautiously watching your fingers hovering over the touchpad. "You doโฆ?"
Frustrated, you let out a groan. "Yes, I do! What's her name, huh? Does she know that you're engaged to someone? Or are you just messing around out of some stupid reason like being afraid of being committed to someone with marriage?"
Her name? Messing around? Engaged to someone?
Did youโฆ did you think he was cheating on you?
You turn the laptop screen towards him, pointing to the display. "I have an entire powerpoint presentation ready, so don't you dare say that I'm overthinking things. I have a list of evidence piled up and I want answers."
Chrollo isn't sure whether he should be flattered over your commitment or intimidated by your ferocity.
"Before I start, is there anything you want to say to me, mister 'I hunt antiques and artefacts for a living'?"
Silence remains in the apartment, only the sound of the potatoes submerged in the boiling water persisting. The two of you engage in a short-lived staring contest, and Chrollo only looks away to turn off the stove. The engagement ring he had presented you briefly comes to his mind and everything makes sense.
You took his frequent absence and lack of communication for him cheating on you with another woman. Why didn't he realise sooner?
"Since you have nothing to say," you speak, voice cutting through the silence, "I can only assume that you're guilty. Well, should I start this presentation and reveal the dirty secrets you've been hiding?"
Honestly, Chrollo thinks that if you found out what the secrets really are, you would repent and pray that it actually was a woman that he was hiding. Nevertheless, since his fears aren't what reality is, he supposes he could humour you as he de-escalates the situation.
"What makes you think I'm cheating on you?" he asks.ย
"I think the presentation would speak for me."
He takes a seat next to you, turning the laptop screen to face him. He notices the way you watch him as he silently goes through it, a smile cracking on his face. Your younger sister was right. The ability of a woman to gather and sort out information is quite impressive.
It's when he gets to the end of the presentation that a laugh spills from his throat. He has to put a hand over his mouth to compose himself, eyes crinkling shut as he laughs behind his hand.
"What's so funny? Do you really think this is something to laugh at?" Your voice gets louder, shakier. "Chrollo, this is serious! I can't believe you!"
He waves away your words, sighing as he calms down. One look at you and he feels himself grow even more perplexed. Is the thought of him cheating so horrible that you've started crying? Ah. Who knows what you might do if you find out the real secrets he's hiding.
When his thumb brushes away a tear, you're quick to voice your thoughts. "You're horribleโฆ and mean."
Hm. Perhaps he is. But he's selfish too. Very selfish.
"E-explain yourself. I don't care for any excuses, and I already know everything. Explain yourself and we can talk this out like adults."
He should probably tell you that you don't look intimidating while weeping, but he figures he'll keep it to himself for now.
"There is no room for repudiation," Chrollo says. "You've been very thorough. I'm impressed."
"What, so you're admitting it?" A few more hot tears escape your eyes, running over his thumb before travelling down to your chin. "I should've realised. You were always too good to be true. It's always the men who are the nicest that turn out to be the worst."
Is that what you really think of him? How adorable.
"And if you are admitting it, just know that I already told my sister I'm coming back home tonight. I'll take all my stuff. I don't care what happens to the apartment."
Chrollo can't help but play along for a while. If he can understand your reaction to this, he might be able to predict your reaction to the truth. "And what about the ring?"
"You can give it to whoever you want. I don't want to see it or you ever again."
Hm. Maybe he should actually start de-escalating the situation before you actually up and leave.
"I don't think any of that's necessary," he points out. "You're misunderstanding things. Let me expla-"
"No! I don't want your excuses. You just admitted that what I said and wrote in this ppt is true. There's no more room for talk."
First you say that you're willing to hear an explanation, yet now you refute his attempts? You must be more frazzled than he thought.
"What I admitted was your evidence. I didn't confirm your conclusion. I'm not cheating on you. I never was and never will."
Your tears turn into angry ones as you furrow your brows, voice getting louder. You were never someone who could express anger without crying, another facet of yourself that Chrollo holds great affection for. Though the first time it happened, he was quite confused.
"You're just sweet talking," you accuse. "That's the first thing a person does when called out on their crimes."
"I'm not. I swear on my life." Chrollo closes the laptop screen, making a mental note to close and cover the gaps in his behaviour that you had pointed out in the presentation. "I have an explanation for every single thing, but it can easily be made concise with this. I'm not a hunter and work directly under one. That's why I don't prefer to contact you during work. If anyone finds out, it might cause problems."
"What, so you're prone to making enemies?"
"I wouldn't say 'prone'. It just comes with the job. When you're hunting and tracking things that richer, more notorious people also covet, malice naturally accompanies. So far, being an orphan has led me to being able to do whatever I want."
You purse your lips, thinking over his words. Sure, he did admit being careless with work in the past but ever since he started courting you, he put work at a distance. If there is one thing Chrollo can easily take advantage of, it's your soft heart.
"So youโฆ don't contact me much when on jobs because of safetyโฆ?"
"Yes," he blurts out. "I would never want anything to happen to you."
You ponder over his words for a moment, tears having stopped and cheeks wet. As Chrollo brushes away the wetness, he sees your accusatory glare directed towards him again.
"Call Shalnark and give me the phone."
He blinks. "What?"
"I said-"
"I heard you, but why?"
Gently pushing away his hands, you continue glaring. "I still want to confirm something."
Scepticism gnaws at Chrollo's brain. He's unable to understand why you want to talk to Shalnark, but he's in no position to refuse, so he grabs his phone and dials him.
The phone rings once, twice and Shalnark picks up at the third bell. Before Chrollo could utter a word, the phone was taken from his hands.
"Hey boss! What's up?" Shalnark's voice greets him from the phone, but you put the device to your ear.
"Boss?" You look perplexed and Chrollo mentally facepalms. "Hello Shalnark. It's me, [Name]."
"Oh hi there! Long time no see."
"Yeah. Um, can I ask you a few things? It's about Chrollo."
The man in question just knows that Shal is just as confused as he is, if not more. Maybe it's because you're talking to him through his phone, the phone that the boss of the Phantom Troupe uses. Or maybe it's because you're completely oblivious to the identity the both of them are hiding.
"About Chrollo? Yeah sure. Shoot em and I'll answer."
Chrollo makes a mental note to thank Shal for his cooperation.
"Okay," you drawl. "Why did you greet him with 'boss'?"
"Oh! Simple really. It's a nickname that stuck since we were kids. He was a good leader, so we nicknamed him boss."ย
"Really? Alright. Okay okay. Next question." You briefly glance at Chrollo before looking away. "How long was the excavation job you guys just finished?"
"Umโฆ almost three weeks? It was kind of long. Boring, really. Chrollo was sleeping half the time. The map we had was a fake, so it got pretty troublesome."
Chrollo listens intently, noting every single lie Shalnark makes up, so that he doesn't accidentally claim anything otherwise in the timeline he created.
"And he was with you and the others the entire time?"
"Yup! Is something the matter? Did he not come home?"
You chuckle, "If he didn't come home, how am I calling you with his phone?"
"Ohโฆ right, haha."
"Alright, last question. What's the relationship between me and Chrollo?"
He can imagine the confusion on Shalnark's face right now.
"You both are engaged. Why? Did something happen? He didn't say anything to you, did he?"
"No no. I just wanted to make sure of some things."
"Are the two of you fighting?"
Chrollo mentally facepalms again. You do not ask a lady who is gathering information about her fiancรฉ whether or not there's a fight. It's simply invasive.
You shake your head, tone slightly confused. "No? I meanโฆ maybe I was the one who got carried awayโฆ but to be honest, he did give sufficient room to let that happen."
"Oh, I see. Chrollo can be a little distant sometimes, but I assure you, he talks a lot about you when he's away. Sometimes we get so annoyed we get tempted to call you and ask you to come pick him up."
Perhaps Shal deserves more than a thanks.
The statement throws you off guard, and Chrollo smiles when he sees you fluster. You turn your back to him, supposedly to hide your expression, and answer. "Okay okay. I get it. Thanks for the help, Shalnark. I'll make sure to make your favourite food whenever you next visit."
There's a laugh on the other side of the phone. "Well, I can't pass up on good food. I'm glad I could help."
The two of you exchange farewells and that's when you finally face Chrollo. Lips pressed into a thin line, you hand over his phone without looking him in the eyes.
"Are you satisfied?" Chrollo keeps his tone gentle and soft so that it doesn't feel demeaning. You, however, look apologetic.
"Yeah yeah. You win. I'm sorry for doubting you."
He simply sighs. "And I apologise for creating room for doubt. I'll try and message you more whenever I'm away."
The guilt that may have been bubbling inside you is evident on your face, and you insist on apologising. โIโm really sorry, Chrollo.โ Hands together and fidgeting, you donโt look him in the eye. โThe accusation was heavy. The word โcheatingโ isnโt something to be easily thrown around. I promise to trust you more and I swear that I wonโt ever-โ
โItโs alright,โ he interjects. โIf nothing, it makes me a little happy that youโre possessive.โ Chrollo smiles, eyeing how hesitantly you make eye contact. โBesides, I only have eyes for you, darling. If I could, I would kidnap you and have you all to myself.โ
Maybe itโs because to you, heโs joked around like this countless times before that you donโt take his words seriously and simply laugh it off. Even now as Chrollo watches you smile and brush off his words, he wonders how youโll react when you find out he was in no way telling a joke.
Perhaps youโll actually scream that time.
-
Chrollo allowed himself three tries to finally take you away. As the questions of when he'll start planning the wedding persist and grow more frequent, he scolds himself to be swiftly done with it. However, as trivial the act of kidnapping and threatening is to him, the more bothersome it becomes when he counts you as the victim.
The first attempt fails horribly before it could even be attempted.
He initially planned to use the weekend your parents were out of town to quietly slip away from their radar. There would be no calls from your mother and no contact with your sister either, thus it being the perfect time to simply disappear.
Unfortunately, Chrollo is woken up by the sound of someone emptying their stomach contents and an hour later, you're sitting in the living room, legs crossed in your favourite swinging chair, and crying as you recount your symptoms to him.
The sun hasn't even risen yet, and you're wide awake, shaking from a fever and sniffling while Chrollo rummages through the medicine cabinet. He briefly considers using your weakened state to his advantage but ultimately decides against it. Something like that would simply upset you further.
He blames your condition on the leftovers you ate last night.
The poor man has to endure two entire days of seeing you weak and sickly, not to mention trying to nurse you back to health just for you to simply cry and ask to see your mother. When the dreaded weekend is over, he drives you to your parents' house. Relief is written all over his face when you seem satisfied embracing your mother.
Chrollo receives a comforting pat on the back from your father in return. With the sight of you finally somewhat relieved, he thinks the trouble of dealing with a sick you was worth it.
The second attempt is thought over when Shalnark is in the city.
He's departing in a few days, so you've invited him over for dinner. Truthfully, you weren't supposed to find him out. Shalnark had come to Chrollo for 'business' and you just happened to ask too many questions about where Chrollo was going for lunch.
Which brings him here, sitting across from his troupe member while you finish preparing dinner. The awkward silence between the two of them is accompanied by your low humming, the two men settling on conversing about random topics when you give them a brief questioning look.
Chrollo almost feels jealous at the treatment you give Shalnark. You cooked the dishes he requested you to, even going as far as to let him taste test. He supposed being off the hook is enough as thanks to Shalnark for playing along during the phone call.
The previous events that transpired bring him here: in your arms while he pretends to read a book. The bedroom is dimly lit and you're humming some song he never heard. Your head rests on his thigh, arms wrapped around them as well while he remains seated. A few moments later, Chrollo decides the pointless reading isn't worth it and slips under the cover next to you.
Now you're the one in his arms.
A happy sigh leaves your lips as you nuzzle into him. No words are shared in the quiet bedroom. Only actions. A hand on your lower back, you breathing in his scent and his own vulnerability on brazen display in the form of his uncovered forehead.
It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep and when you do, Chrollo thinks over his plan. Tomorrow your world will shatter. The home you created so lovingly will be destroyed and a once abundant peace and comfort will become paltry. Things will change and your feelings for him may as well.
Chrollo wills away the thought. You'll come to love him again. It's inevitable. He will make sure of it.
-
The steering wheel is gripped tighter as Chrollo reverses the car out of the parking space. As the restaurant you both just had dinner at goes farther and farther away, Chrollo's resolve also fades. Perhaps today isn't the right day to do this. You look so happy, and he can't bring himself to take away the smile on your face.
Chrollo weighs his options. There's still one attempt left. He could just cancel the hotel reservation he made in the neighbouring city and try again.
But there's only one try leftโฆ
Screw it.
You continue rambling about something he was unable to hear, your voice fading into the background as he thinks over his plan. Ultimately, he decides against it. Being cognizant of the sleeping pills in his pocket doesn't make him feel any better.
Sometimes he wonders why he even let it get this far, why he bothered with all this. But when you gently call his name with that teasing smile asking if he's listening or not, he can't help but mirror the expression.
"Sorry. I was listening to your voice, not your words. Would you mind repeating that?"
The subtle flirtation brings easy forgiveness. Chrollo thinks he made the right decision by taking you home and not drugging you. He thinks he'll take that third try, and he must.
The condition he set on himself was that if he fails all three tries, he must break off the engagement and never see you again.
Another two weeks pass and Chrollo finds himself questioning whether being so deep in your family was a good idea. Sure, it made putting a ring on you easier, but it also brought their close involvement. That isn't necessarily a bad thing since he could use that against you in the future, but for now it does irk him to an extent.
Your younger sister sits in the passenger seat behind him as he drives her home. The highschooler doesn't talk too much, and he always finds himself content in her company. However, this time, he has to force himself to conceal his annoyance.
You had phoned Chrollo while he was out gathering information and asked him to drop her home. Had she not missed the bus home, he would have been home with you at this very moment. Perhaps her apologetic behaviour suffices to gain Chrollo's forgiveness.
She leaves the car with another apology and a thank you, prompting Chrollo to swiftly drive home to you. The hat covering his head and forehead is immediately taken off as soon as he steps foot inside, and he relaxes when he smells food on the stove. Is this really what heโs attracted to? Homeliness?
No wonder he's grown so attached to you. Even now as you hug him in greeting, Chrollo has to force himself to separate from you physically.ย
Dinner is slow, comfortable and fulfilling. The two of you next watch a movie, one where you scowled whenever he let his hands wander and scolded him to 'watch the darn psychological thriller!' as you paid great attention to it.ย
Nighttime brings rest, and Chrollo thinks over his options again while you remain in deep sleep next to him. He goes through several possibilities, numerous possible reactions and a plethora of ways he could subdue each and every one of them.
When he ultimately slips into slumber, he does so with a newfound determination to finally get done with what he wants to do.
-
The sound of giggles follow when what he assumes to be a shirt is thrown at him. In his line of sight, you stand near the doorframe of the bedroom, eyes crinkling as your laughter dies down. Chrollo finds himself wearing a similar expression. A few drops of water drip from the tips of his hair and onto his shoulder and the floor as he slowly steps your way.
He notices your eyes briefly resting on his bare chest before they make eye contact, but before he can tease you, you're already playfully shoving him away.
"Get dressed!" You turn on your heel, aiming to head to the living room. "Geez, I don't know why you like being shirtless so much."
Before he could stop himself, a reply had already left his mouth. "Perhaps it's because a special someone's eyes like the sight. Or am I mistaken?"
No response. He takes your back turned to him and your sigh as you being done with his jokes and chuckles before heading to dry his hair and getting dressed.ย
It doesn't come as a surprise to him that you help do the former.
In all honesty, Chrollo finds this sort of everyday life with you calming. He feels at home, content even. With one hundred percent confidence he can declare that this kind of lifestyle is where he never will belong, but he knows deep down that he enjoys it.
Perhaps it's the irony that draws him to it.
Tonight, Chrollo asks to be allowed to prepare dinner. His culinary skills are, at first, questioned but you give your permission and somewhat begrudgingly seat yourself in the living room, back turned to whatever he's doing in the kitchen.
It takes some time but Chrollo ends up cooking a decent meal. Okay, so maybe the meat is a bit overcooked and maybe he ended up using a little more salt than necessary but it's edible and you don't seem to complain about the taste.
In fact, you complimented his attempts, claiming that he's gotten better now that he started following actual recipes instead of freestyling. The positive feedback makes Chrollo happy, but his smiling eyes turn into cautious ones when he sees you grab your drink to take a sip.
He watches the drink go down your throat, and how you immediately after lean forward with your face resting on your hands.
The sound of the TV turns into background noise when he later gets up to clear the table. He can feel your eyes on him but the gaze isn't malicious or watchful. It's rather affectionate. Chrollo tries not to dwell on that too long, but his attempt is of no use. You call his name, hands making grabbing motions to gesture to him to come to you.
The feeling of your warm palms on his cheeks causes him to blink at you in question, but you continue smiling. Your next words, however, throw Chrollo off.
"Your eyes are beautiful."
His replies are silenced, you seemingly not done with what you have to say.
"They're big and innocent. I could stare into them all day and still want to look at them more."
Your thumbs brush his cheeks, and his eyes curiously stare back into yours.
"Such beautiful eyes but there's still a bit ofโฆ melancholy behind them. Iโฆ want to erase that sadness. I wantโฆ to see a day when this sadness behind them doesn't exist anymore."
Something changes in your eyes, and Chrollo can't pinpoint whether it's from the drink or your emotions.
"I want to make you happy again, erase whatever cruelties happened to you."
Your eyelids get heavy. The sight added with your words stirs a number of emotions in Chrollo's chest, but he remains quiet even as your words become confused and your hold on his face loosens.
"It'sโฆ I don'tโฆ"
Brows furrow as you try to understand what's happening but your words simply slur together.
"Choโฆ lloโฆ"
The hands that were tenderly holding his face fall and he watches consciousness slowly slither away from you.
"Lightโฆ headโฆ"
A loud thunk accompanies the fall of your head to the table. The static of the TV starts to make his ears ring, but it does grant him a moment of clarity to realise that his vision is blurry. The tears responsible are blinked away and as they run down his cheeks, Chrollo realises that his cheeks were already wet.
He stares at the wetness on your palms and then at your unconscious form. It's done.
Chrollo Lucilfer thinks over the predicament he is in: the relationship he shares with you.
Homewrecker
There is one idea that Chrollo often entertains in the cover of midnight darkness. Itโs not as though he is discontent with where he is now, just that a different way of life may have made things easier. He sometimes also wonders whether redesigning himself into this was worth the outcome or not.
Though that thought is quickly discarded, he does find himself going over it rather frequently. Itโs foolish to be going in roundabouts inside his head this way, but he canโt help it. After all, the mind wanders to odd and unfavourable places when thereโs something nagging it.
Perhaps heโs simply lonely, but he has been this way for as long as he can remember. Or perhaps this is because there is something he wants. Itโs in a thiefโs nature to covet things with a stronger desire than most, is it not? Chrollo blames his occupied thoughts on the nature of his existence, the greed that comes with thievery, all the while ignoring his more human side.
No. He rejects the idea completely.
He realises that these nascent needs will soon force him to act harshly, but he sees no wrong in playing along for now. For a person who does not exist, it would be easy to simply run away or destroy everything in case circumstances call for such a measure. So why is he hesitant?
Chrollo recalls the ways even you push through to get what you want and thinks that maybe the two of you arenโt as different as he initially thought. If anything, he might even claim that youโre better than him in that. Your ways donโt harm anyone, but that is simply your kindness. No. You are better than him in getting what you want because your naivety and innocence makes him capitulate almost immediately.
Maybe he envies that or maybe he enjoys submitting to you. He doesnโt know.
What he does know is that you donโt deserve this. A relationship and connection built on lies is cruel for you, even by Chrolloโs standards, but he doesnโt bother with amends. Heโs never bothered to do right to those he wronged before, so why should he bother now? You should be grateful heโs this kind to you, for what he actually desires would be even crueller.
Nevertheless, he waits it out, sees how long he can drag this and how long he can fool himself that this life he's built within these four walls is comfortable. There's a sort of homeliness he feels when on the sofa in front of the TV, while standing near the stove, when the air blows through his hair on the little terrace, and when he's under the cover of the weighted blanket you seem to like.
Chrollo knows he's lying to himself. This isn't who he is, but he won't deny himself the pleasure of immersing in it. No. Especially not when there's a person as warm as you who welcomes him every single day. It isn't the place that's making him feel this way. It's you.
Compunction has left his system long ago, and now he shamelessly and greedily indulges in you and the life you created with him. It's ironic and sometimes he wishes to be done with it, but when Chrollo sees your face and hears your voice, he decides against it, submitting to you instantly.
The surrender is one of the greatest pleasures he has ever experienced. It makes the sight of the diamond ring on your hand all the more sweeter and the desire to steal you all the more stronger.
In this constant back and forth game, Chrollo fantasises about both outcomes. There is the future built on a foundation of lies and deceit. In this one, you welcome him home everyday with a kiss to his cheek and listen to him intently as he lies about his day. You both have dinner together and make plans to visit your family on the weekend. This life is simple, predictable, but Chrollo is bound to be dissatisfied if he wishes to keep you.
The other is a future built on tears. In that, you welcome him with glossy eyes, staying as silent as a mouse as you listen to him talk about where he's been that day. Dinner is quiet as well and Chrollo tries his best to ask what you did all day without him. This life is empty, unfulfilling. However, Chrollo is bound to be satisfied.
You love him too much. He knows that. You had said yes to his proposal without wasting any time, even going as far as to argue with your parents over their valid concerns on his background. Every lie spoken by him is believed without question, and every single request he makes is fulfilled by you earnestly.
Unfortunately, Chrollo cannot claim that he isn't the same, if not worse. The slightest downturn of your lips and he's already apologising (who else in the world can hold such power over him anyway?). All it takes is one smile from your end and he is ready to bring the nation to its knees just for you to praise him with that lovely grin. He may be greedy and selfish, but for you, he is completely at your mercy.ย
Your words and emotions dictate his actions, and that is something he can never allow you to learn. You are his, not the other way around. The sarcastic replies to his snark, the out of the blue comments, the observant eyes, the sweet words that effortlessly flow from your lips, and the very existence of you, all of it should belong to him.
Every last bit of it.
Chrollo knows you won't stay away from him for long if he does steal you away. You just can't. It's not possible for you. You love him too much to do anything except scream and cry. You'll be accepting. Chrollo knows you will. He just hopes the peculiar ache in his chest from the thought would go away soon.ย
A/n: Hiiiii!!! Iโm going to be taking requests again, but ONLY for headcanons!! So please feel free to send any in! Also Iโm going through an identity crisis and now Iโm writing for all three of the Adult Trio instead of just Hisoka send requests now๐ซ/lh
Hisoka is the type of man to only have sex in the dark, and at night. The only exceptions are candlelight, or a very dark closet. He loves feeling like a predator in the night, stalking and then sinking into his prey, itโs a kink for him.
Hooks his thumbs in the corners of his partnerโs mouth, keeping their mouth open so they can drool. He loves to smear their salvia all over their body and remind them how absolutely filthy they are. If heโs feeling really perverted that night, heโll lick and slurp all of their drool up while giving them intense eye contact.
He uses his bungee gum whenever his lover rides him, even though theyโre โon topโ, he still wants to be in control of them, he wants to control the pace so he just hooks them up to the ceiling and makes them bounce on his cock at a pace of his liking; just like a little puppet.
It will hurt, he makes no promises to be gentle, he loves to get rough and filthy. Nobody can be his partner without having some kind of sexual mark on their body, even if itโs a giant bloody hickey, or a small cut from one of his cards.
Hisoka has broken the bed a couple.. well, no. Heโs broken the bed a lot of times, half of his money is used to get it fixed, or just getting a new bed entirely(that he will eventually break again)
He wonโt have sex unless he is already married, even with convincing; it has been drilled into his head so much that he became absolutely dead-set against โfornicating before marriageโ.
Illumi is actually more vanilla than you think.. he never really understood โexotic sexโ, and thought that a buttplug was a medical instrument. Although, if you really want to, you can ask Illumi to tie you up and heโll oblige. At first he doesnโt understand why you would want to be restrained, but as soon as it becomes more frequent in the sheets, he gets really into it.
When having sex, he doesnโt just have sex; he makes love. Considering heโll only fuck somebody if heโs married to them, if his partner manages to slither into bed with him, heโll make it the time of their life and Illumiโll do it with passion.
Always changes the sheets/blankets afterwards, and if he feels like it; pillowcases too. Illumi doesnโt understand that he doesnโt have to do this every time.. but itโs always nice to go to bed in clean sheets right after being fucked sweaty.
Heโll either tie his hair in a ponytail, or a man bun, but very sloppily; itโll kind of get undone while heโs doing the deed, so strands of his long, black hair will fall over his face and sometimes cling to his body due to the sweat.
When his partner comes home to rose petals leading up the stairs, and dimly lit lights, thatโs when they know Chrollo is in the mood.
Heโs a romantic, so just like Illumi he is very passionate with his lover, he loves rubbing his hands all over their skin, feeling their texture while kissing their neck, chest, stomach, and then making his way down to their inner thighs to plant kisses all over them.
Soft, slow and sensual; but heโs not afraid to get rough either, heโll grab their hands, either holding them above their head, or pinning them down on either side of them and ravage their insides, but he does it in such a passionate way that the pleasure outrides the pain.
Before Chrollo and his lover get to do anything, they lay down naked in the rose-petal covered bed and sensually drink wine from the same glass, and then share a kiss flavored by the beverage. If tonight is a really gentle night, theyโll drink even during their copulations.
Very into the daddy kink, likes to give punishments, spankings, and wants to be called daddy. Chrolloโs s/o is his little one, and he wants to let them know that, he has a cute paddle he made himself that has little frills on it; it looks cute and harmless, but if his lover acts out and disobeys him then it becomes a legal weapon.
Word Count: 3116 (I promise it is worth it. Oh god is it worth it)
Note: This is from my cross-published fanfic called Hunter University! It is available if you click here on Wattpad and AO3. My fanfic is x OC, but I upload x Reader versions of some chapters here on Tumblr. In short, it is a dark academia college AU with Chrollo as the main love interest.
Background: You are an artist in college and Chrollo is your fellow classmate. You just returned from a night out at a ball, drunk. Chrollo appeared at the door to your dorm room as he promised he would after you danced with one another at the ball.
Chrollo was surprised you looked so intact. He was sure you would come waddling to the door in pajamas as you did the last time he visited your room. Although it had been an hour since the ball ended, your makeup hadn't smudged a bit. Sure, it was faded, and your hair was significantly messier, but overall you looked as remarkable as you did at the start of the ball.
Your tired eyes widened with surprise at the sight of him. He was just as unimpaired as you were. Though now he was missing his suit jacket. His hair had become slightly disheveled, losing its styled waves. He still had on those signature silver rings and little cross earrings.
You attempt to soak in his sight with your intoxicated brain. He looked even more captivating in this particular state.
โHiโฆโ was all you could utter.
โCan I come in?โ
You realized he was waiting for your permission. He didnโt need it.
You stepped aside to let him in and shut the door. Your room was the same as the last time he saw it, with your drawings hung on the walls and lights strung above the desk. Their small bulbs reflected against the night-stained window.
Upon shutting the door, the tension noticeably rose. It was dark in the small space and you were alone. Chrollo took his black dress shoes off near the door, placing them neatly side by side.
So he plans on staying. You tried to hide a smile. The hour of his visit was surely suspicious. There could be only one thing on his mind.
"So what're you doing here?" you spoke nonchalantly, acting like you didn't just fantasize about what could happen in the next few minutes.
Chrollo opened and shut his mouth, his response escaping him. He turned back to you and used his eyes to convey a craving far deeper than any words could admit.
"I said I would come to find you, didn't I?" He said lowly.
He had begun to walk around the room, absentmindedly stopping at a piece of art from time to time. You were too tired to care. The collection included nature scenes, portraits of people he didn't recognize, anatomy studies, and...
He paused, noticing a drawing on the wall behind the place where the door would otherwise be covering.
It was a full-body anatomy study of yourself. To be specific, it would fit further in the category of a glorified nude. It was on a miniature piece of parchment sketched in charcoal. It was obviously you: the woman had your (hair color) hair and distinct mouth and nose. The paper was hardly noticeable amongst the scatter of papers. You wouldn't see it unless you had a careful eye such as that of Chrollo.
You hardly noticed when he reached the particular spot on your wall. Your tiredness had waned significantly with Chrollo's entrance, but it still fogged your mind.
Additionally, you had long forgotten about your secret behind-the-door location for your drawings that were not meant to be seen by a single soul.
Chrollo attempted to hide a mysterious smile. He turned to you, โYou draw wonderfully.โ
โThanks?โ you reply, with more question in your tone than you hoped to show.
The heat in the room shot through the roof. You were sure if you checked the temperature it would be well above its normal chilly state. Perhaps it was the heat in your cheeks that was causing such a change.
โSoโฆโ he began.
โSo,โ you replied, trying to avoid eye contact. Please, just let it happen already.
You thought you had a good idea of why he had come to your room at one o'clock in the morning after a night of drinking and questionably close dancing. You couldn't be certain, though, because that was just how he was: unpredictable and exceedingly complicated.
You didnโt think him so complicated as to not be able to admit why he was at your room, though.
You waited as he thought about what to say next. This is taking too damn long.
Luckily, you prepared an excuse. You never failed to come ready for something you could expect. And this, the direction in which your encounter is headed, is inevitable. You had been rehearsing the line in your head for the duration of their conversation like reviewing terms for a test.
This was the only way to test if your assumptions are correct.
Blame it on the champagne if I am wrong. But I really hope I'm right.
You look directly at him. Time to be daring.
You took a breath and did your best to look directly at him, "Well, I actually do need some help. You see, this dress is quite difficult to take off by myself..."
Walking towards him, you place a hand at the hem of your dress. Your delicate fingers wrap around its lacy fabric.
Chrollo looked amused. He sizes you up, looking from your hand holding the hem of your dress to your unfazed expression. Unfazed, yet your cheeks were slowly turning a shade of scarlet. Nice try, Chrollo thought.
He gestured, "Turn around."
You obeyed. You desired something far more than the unzipping of your dress, but you were not presumptuous enough to say it. The expression on Chrollo's face told you that he was hoping for the same thing. He hid many emotions well, but being turned on wasn't one of them.
Chrollo brushed your hair away from the zipper, delicately placing it over your shoulder. His fingers purposefully grazed your back as he did this, causing your breath to hitch slightly.
His hands moved to the zipper, carefully pulling it down. It went past the clasp of your bra to your lower back. There was complete silence. Both of you were still. Are we still hesitating?
Chrollo was the first to move. He pulled you close to him so that your back was touching him. His left arm wrapped across your chest possessively, holding you in a tight embrace. With his other hand, he brushed your hair back from your ear. He smelt of sweet alcohol. Clearly, he was slightly drunk as well, for the next words he said couldn't be uttered by a sober man.
His whispered breath tickled your neck, husky with the threat of sleep, "I want you so bad right now."
You tensed with a sudden surge of desire. Your impression had been right. He let his strong arm remain around you, patiently waiting for a response.
You choked out your reply, "The feelings' mutual."
Under his touch, your streak of audacity from earlier dissolved into compliance. You suddenly wanted nothing more than to submit to his words.
With complete control, Chrollo took your shoulder and turned you around. Your dress was now loose on your shoulders. He placed his hands around your hips firmly. He looked at you under his thick eyelashes and slowly leaned in. The pressure was growing to an unbearable level, but he still wouldn't go all the way.
Then his lips crashed against yours with the force of weeks of pent-up desire. This kiss didn't speak of courtesy, of patience. This was raw passion. It was furious and messy. you preferred this to sensitive steps around the intensity they both craved.
"You must still be drunk," you said playfully as you both pulled away to catch your breath. You held your hand to Chrollo's chest. His heart was beating surprisingly fast.
"If I'm drunk, then what are you?" Chrollo said with a lazy smirk.
"I'm drunk as well."
Chrollo threaded his hands through your hair, pulling the long strands through his fingers. He pulled you in close again with his hand at the back of your head.
You opened your mouth to allow for Chrollo's tongue to slip in. He lessened the intensity and slowly moved his tongue against your own tongue and lips. You couldn't help but let out soft moans that made Chrollo weak at the knees.
He pushed you against the wall to deepen your kiss. Drawings fluttered down, becoming detached with the sudden movement. Including that drawing.
Chrollo pulled away, much to your shock. You were left panting with reddened cheeks. Please don't let this end now.
He displayed a shit-eating grin. Even with his ego, in the current moment, his expression made you melt. His face was inches from yours, looking down into your (eye color) eyes.
He shifted his gaze down to the floor and said, "Nice drawing you have there."
You finally noticed what he had been so smug about. Shit. Your face flushed ten different shades of scarlet.
Chrollo leaned in as he did before and murmured in your ear, "I wish I could see the real thing."
You failed to not show your excitement. The way your eyes lit up exposed you. "I can arrange that."
At that, Chrollo leaned in again, this time moving to your neck. His lips fluttered down your throat to your collarbone. You leaned your head back and tried to control your uneven breath.
His lips reached the edge of the neckline on your dress. He raised his eyes to meet yours, asking for permission to go further.
You let out a breathy, "Yes. Please."
What you wanted to say was, Please, take me now.
It could be too soon for him. But based on how this was going, you expected it was leading to something more. Whatever that was, you wished you could know right now. The growing tension between your thighs began to ache.
Chrollo slipped his hand across your skin to the hemline of your dress, moving it completely off of your shoulder and down your arms. Your black see-through bra was now in full view. Your nipples grew hard at the sudden exposure.
At least I went with my fancy bra. You suddenly grew very shy. The last time you went even this far was years ago.
He evidently liked the lingerie for his hands immediately traveled to your breast to caress it as he continued to kiss you.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered against your neck. Your heart fluttered at his words.
Chrollo then moved his lips progressively further down as he slipped your dress off of your body. Soon your underwear came into view, then your feet. He helped your step out of the dress.
"Your turn," you said, unbuttoning his shirt. All the while he continued to distractingly leave lazy kisses upon your face, one on your forehead, your cheek, your lips.
After an agonizingly long time, you pulled off his shirt. Fuck.
You knew he would be defined. But him, this boy standing in front of you, resembled more of a greek statue than an actual human. It looked like his body had been sculpted by the finest stone on earth. He had a six-pack, defined pectoral muscles, and prominent collarbones. His biceps flexed as he leaned his hand against the wall, bracing himself. It was you who needed to brace yourself. Your breath hitched again at the sight of him.
You ran a hand up his firm body as you planted your lips upon his once again. This time Chrollo put his hands beneath your thighs, his fingers pressing into your soft skin. He picked you up easily.
You wrapped your legs around him as he brought you to the bed, kissing him all the while.
He dropped you down gently, releasing his grip off of your thighs. You took this time to look up at him and admire the beauty of his aroused state. He had a dangerous and wild look, with tousled hair and a constant smile playing at his lips. His heavy-lidded eyes were lazily focused upon you.
You continued to make out on the bed, its white silk sheets creating an angelic halo around you. Chrollo couldn't stand looking at you like this, underneath him. It was far too much power for one man to hold.
You reached to your back to undo the clasp of your bra. You threw it to the ground. Chrollo immediately began to touch your naked tits in a way that made you want to dissolve. He moved in circles around your nipples first, watching as they grew harder under his expert touch. Then he moved his mouth to the sensitive area, playing with you and biting slightly. You audibly moaned at the gesture. Damn the neighbors.
Chrollo sensed your desire to take it further. He looked up, grey eyes filled with lust, "Y/n...let me pleasure you."
It wasn't the suggestion you were expecting, but you were satisfied nonetheless. You didn't care about anything in the world besides what he could do to you at this moment, whatever it may be.
"If you say my name like that you can do anything you want to me," you said breathily. It was exactly what he needed to hear.
Chrollo smirked and moved to take off your soaking underwear. Under his pants, his dick grew visibly harder. He threw the underwear onto the floor.
Gently placing his finger at your throbbing core, he began to stroke. Upon receiving his touch your back arched involuntarily. You were beyond eager.
"Fuck... Chrollo..."
This served as encouragement for him to insert his finger deeper into you, curling it slightly. It hit your g-spot repeatedly, eliciting ungodly sounds from you.
As he was doing this, he slowly positioned himself on top of you, grabbing onto the bed frame with his spare hand. He just wanted to look at your face as you opened your mouth in delight.
He inserted one more finger which caused your arousal to heighten. God, he really knows how to do this.
Just as you felt the heat in your core escalating, he slid his finger out. You whimpered in protest.
Chrollo looked down at you with a wicked smile. "Beg for it."
Oh fuck.
You gladly would. It was more your instincts speaking than any coherent thought.
"Please... Chrollo..." you said between breaths.
You wanted to not only plead for him, you wanted to worship him.
"More."
This is what you had been missing out on all those weeks. And oh god, did you eat it up.
"FUCK please do that again," you exclaimed.
It was enough to convince him. Chrollo moved his face towards your slickened pussy.
Is he about to...
He pushed his hair back out of his face with his clean hand, his forehead tattoo revealed. For only a second, he raised his eyes to gaze into yours. You fell for him all over again at that simple glance.
Then he entered you. His tongue made you want to weep. He devoured your insides, soaking up the salty juices. You couldn't help but hold his head, pulling it closer to your body. You ran your hand through his soft black hair. There was so much heat between them that you were both perspiring.
You began to shudder." I'm going to... oh... fuck," you gasped.
You felt the sweet release of cum spread below you onto the sheets and Chrollo himself. You felt self-conscious for a moment. That is until Chrollo began to lick up your juices. He ran his tongue up your soft thighs.
"You taste so fucking good, darling."
Chrollo looked at you like he had fallen all over again as well. You grinned back at him. Your cheeks grew even redder, if possible. Your heart screamed to continue but you were too physically exhausted to move. Still, wouldn't Chrollo want his turn?
You laid there, naked and panting on the silk sheets. Chrollo flopped next to you, unaffected beside his flushed cheeks and a wide grin.
The lights were still low in the little room. Looking out the window, you saw that the sun had yet to rise. This was a positive fact because the only thing you needed to do now was to sleep. And preferably, cuddling with the boy next to you. You hoped he would stay. It was more than hope, really. Your body couldn't spend any more time away from him after that.
Damn. He was good. He was really, really fucking good.
He knew his way with words, to begin with. He said exactly what needed to be said to escalate your arousal. You wanted to worship those fingers, the way he so expertly felt around you like he had memorized a map. And his tongue was even more worthy of revere.
You flipped over to your elbows. Your breasts brushed against the bedding, noticeably making Chrollo gulp. You boldly reached to touch the front of his pants.
"You don't want a turn?" you smirked.
"This was more than enough for me."
He stared into your eyes as if he was calculating a complex math problem rather than looking at the person who just received the best head of their life.
You yawned, despite yourself. Your body ached with all the action of the night.
"Go to bed, sweetheart. I'll be here."
Those were the last words you heard before your eyes drifted shut. Exhaustion stilled your naked body. Chrollo reached over you to turn off the bedside lamp.
He wasn't nearly as tired. He could've gone for a couple more rounds, perhaps take it a step further if you so desired. But he knew you needed the sleep. Most of your makeup had rubbed off, displaying the dark circles under your eyes.
He slipped off his pants and threw them onto the floor with the rest of the clothes. He found the soft sheets and pulled them across you and himself. The bed was small but cozy. His strong chest was flush against your back.
Your (hair color) hair smelt of a summer day, like sunlight and wildflowers. He took this opportunity to feel up the rest of your glorious body. He ran his hand lightly from your shoulder to your hips, to your thighs. All of it was angelic to him.
He moved you closer with his arm, protectively wrapping it across your front. Somehow holding you like this felt far more intimate than any sexual activity. The way the moonlight graced your skin was majestic.
How had he fallen so hard, so fast? It was unlike him to act with such recklessness.
Through it all, he still had his mind. you had no way to tell the extent of his feelings. He made sure of this. His libido could act one way, that was clear from tonight. But he was an expert at controlling his outward emotions. You would never know. If you did, it would be over for him. All the planning will be for naught.
He closed his eyes before he could fall upon any more worries. He had already pondered the issue for many sleepless nights.
He fell into a dreamless slumber with you safe in his arms. You both slept soundly until the sun peeked through the window.
