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Chrollo's pale ass must be taking arsenic like those victorian ladies to look pale asf cuz man be looking whiter than a sheet of paper. 💀

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Happy Women's Day

Chrollo x Reader

I'm a day late but I will keep the chrollo grind up and serve.

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The gentlest of gentlemen.

The finest of the male specimen.

When I tell you this man is dedicated I mean he is devoted to the fullest.

He treats you like a queen already

But when there is a special occasion to be celebrated he puts in those extra miles.

You can expect a fresh bouquet of your favourite flowers to be gift wrapped and already placed in a vase, first thing in the morning.

Along with a decadent box of sweet delicacies that are one of the fanciest and meticulous kind.

Tethered to your preference, naturally.

Perhaps a more intricate stolen gift in the form of jewellery or trinket is also presented to you.

Those simple yet thoughtful gestures would already have your hands being thrown around his neck in a tight hug and kisses pressed to that handsome face of his.

Your reaction alone would have his typically cold heart thud a little harder in his chest and a joyous smile plastered on his lips.

He just loves you too much and can't help but act like a docile puppy around you.

You thought he was done?

Think again.

This man would not settle on anything less than romantic and ambitious.

He is yours for the entire day.

Any wish or whim you have, is his command and pleasure to execute.

You want a restaurant date? - He is booking a place in the most excellent restautant that he knows in an instant.

You wan to go shopping? - He is already swiping his card left and right, front and centre to buy whatever your heart desires.

You want to do something completely spontaneous? - He is flexible and ready to fulfil whatever request you may pose.

He showers you with affection and kisses on your hands and face all day, clearly conveying to you just how much you mean to him.

Excuse for him to be clingy but he denies

A hand in yours or on your waist or back is a constant wherever you guys go.

My man is just happy he can be in your presence.

If you decide you don't want to do anything and instead remain at home, he is also happy to just spend it with you.

Movie marathon? Dinner and candles? A bottle of wine to share? Set your terms and he is bending to whatever it is you want.

The end of the day is either spent quietly or in bed.

There is no in between

He is more than fine with the former and happily complies to it.

If, however, you choose to go with the second option, he will greedily accept.

Would litterally fall to his knees before you while running his hands down your body and praising every inch with soft murmurs and eager kisses.

Imagination is a vivid and diverse instrument so use it to your hearts content.

Chrollo will most definitely be ready to obey and please.

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That was ass ew.

I am obsessed with this criminal and corrupted man but I will not seek a psychward nor therapy.

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"Smash or Pass"

Chrollo x Reader

Was supposed to be a short drabble but I got carried away. help me.

3am inspiration and word vomit are truly an astounding combo

Reader being bold and sassy

Bit suggestive at the end so be aware

Chrollo and you being dorks honestly

I cba with a summary rn so read and find out 😇

Enjoy...

(around 1.8k words)

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Relaxing at home in the quietude of a pleasant evening, unbothered by outside influences, is the perfect setting in your mind. Your boyfriend is casually reclining on the couch reading, presumably some heavy historical tome that only he seems to willingly indulge in, compared to any normal human being, and is quietly scanning the archaic yellowed pages, absorbing their contents.

Normally, you’d choose to lay your head on his lap, maybe asking him to read to you, or simply choosing to read something yourself within his vicinity, if not already occupying yourself with any other activity. But by looking at the ostensibly heavy text and the words you glimpsed at earlier within that ancient volume of his, you weren’t particularly keen to participate in this session today.

That is why you were currently standing in the kitchen, leaning your elbows against the marble counter with your upper body languidly pushed forward and scrolling through the contents of your phone gallery. A cup of tea steaming at your side. That is when a mischievous thought etched its’ way into your mind, causing a sly grin to stretch your lips. Perhaps a bit bold to be put into execution, nevertheless, the potential entertainment of changing the evening’s atmosphere outweighed the silliness of it.

Hence, you rigidly straightened your posture while pushing away from the counter. With the phone in your hand, you happily sauntered over to where the unaware Chrollo is sitting on the couch, nose in his book.

You effortlessly hop over the back rest of the couch and with one fluid motion you are sitting next to Chrollo, thigh to thigh. As expected, this abrupt action of yours doesn’t necessarily instill much of a reaction out of him, besides a brief sideways glance in your direction with connotations of inquiry.

Before he manages to get any words out and ask about this ordeal, you beat him to the punch and thrust your phone screen right before his book before voicing your following question; “Smash or pass? Chrollo.” You say with a small grin dancing at the edges of your mouth.

Chrollo pauses, eyes cast down at your phone screen with a picture of a random female celebrity (leaving it up to you to decide lol) that is blocking his view from his previous investment in the book. He quickly glances up, turning his head to look at you, and his expression of utter surprise and bafflement is absolutely priceless.

There is typically little to nothing that gets the infamous Chrollo Lucilfer startled. Perhaps such instances are never even brought to occurrence that could cause his mind to do a double take on a situation. However, you seem to be the only one able to catch him off guard with your random quips or remarks. On some occasions at least. You consider the satisfaction of seeing Chrollo’s brief but still perceptible moments of confusion a big win on your side.

Meanwhile, Chrollo’s big grey eyes are staring at you in question, almost like a deer in headlights, frozen and devoid of any motion. You find that expression of his rather endearing and cute. Eventually, he gathers himself almost just as quickly and releases a small breath of amusement and perhaps still a bit of disbelief. “Pardon?” He asks just in case he misheard your bold and spontaneous question while quirking a dark brow slightly upwards.

You simply grin back in response and reaffirm your previous statement while gesturing your phone for emphasis, “You heard me, would you smash or pass this female if given the option?” Chrollo simply blinks at you while his mind flips through all the possible reasoning as to why you would ask such a question. He once again glances down at the image displayed on your phone and then back up to regard your sly yet innocent face.

“I am assuming this is a hypothetical based question. Although, not the most logical…”, the corner of his lips curling upwards slightly as his brows raise with riddled mirth and suspicion at your antics. He can’t help but find this established predicament quite endearing and funny. You simply cross your legs, one over the other, and stay firm in your pursuit of an answer.

“Just answer the question, Chrollo. It is of very strategic importance and you mustn’t evade it. I want an answer.” You continue and give him a toothy vehement smile. Chrollo merely sighs and slides his palm under your hand that holds your phone to bring it closer to his view and assess the given celebrity.

After a few seconds of palpable silence, you await his response with baited breath and eyes glued to his side profile to gauge his reaction, until he finally utters his answer, “…Smash.” His answer causes your eyes to squint in dissatisfaction before defeatedly closing them for a brief moment. You turn your phone off, quietly and slowly setting it on the coffee table before you as Chrollo watches your every move carefully.

Still remaining deathly silent, you gently grab the pillow on your other side and fling it with a forceful swing, smashing it against his broad chest. “Wrong!” you exclaim in a passionate sing-song manner. The impact of your swing doesn’t even move Chrollo in the slightest, nor causes him any actual harm. He could have definitely evaded your vicious attack, even in his sleep, but he chose to be kind. His eyes widen to the tiniest degree and he merely smirks at your ferocious yet poorly executed attempt at his life.

“Oh? Why, darling? I answered your question, didn’t I? There’s no need to get so worked up over simply following the rules of your little game.” He chuckles to himself briefly and closes his ridiculously large book that was delicately resting on his lap and placing it beside your phone on the coffee table.

You shake your head slowly in disapproval and click your tongue to highlight how obviously wrong he was in his deduction. “As someone who is a renowned and calculating strategist, your skills in the department of the ‘smash or pass’ game are severely lacking. You disappoint me. Truly. I am now offended.”

Chrollo raises his brow once again and with a knowing grin, he responds, “Whatever do you mean, love? I believe that when given two set and obvious choices presented to me, I am obliged to pick either or. Am I not correct?”

You keep up the playful façade of being disappointed and crestfallen as you shake your head slowly, “You have failed me, Chrollo…you have failed me…” You place your hands on his shoulders and shake him slightly while you gaze into his eyes with your own narrowed gaze and forced smile. “Ah, but you see, my dear Chrollo, sometimes when that is the case, and you are presented with two choices, you are only given the illusion of choice. Because in truth, there are always more choices available…” You then press your pointer finger against the cross tattoo adorning his forehead and jab it lightly once.

“That is why you have to think outside the box!” you accentuate the weight of your statement with another small jab of your finger against his forehead, this time a tad bit more forcefully. He lightly tips his head backwards at the pressure while still looking at you with amusement and a light smirk.

“I see someone has been reading my books about The Paradox of Choice, hm? Well aren’t you a smart little thing.” He coos appraisingly and brings his hand up to hold your cheek, brushing his thumb lightly against the soft skin.

“Tch, so what if I have? You’re straying away from the issue at hand.” You inform him as you maintain eye contact with your boyfriend. “The correct answer was supposed to be ‘pass’ and that you would rather smash me, since I am obviously the only one you would rather have. Thank you.”

Chrollo simply looks at you with that persistent calmness and enigmatic smile. His eyes glowing with entertainment and thrill as if he were dissecting the most intricate passages of text. But this time however, he is simply enjoying you and the spectacle before him.

He lets out a breathy laugh at your decisive comments as you point out how he should have presented his answer. Though unbeknownst to you, he deliberately chose ‘smash’ just so he could tease you and watch your cute reactions. And boy did he get a kick out of it.

“Is that so? I wouldn’t be that sure…your selected option for me seemed quite appealing.” Chrollo articulates his reasoning in a poised and nonchalant manner as his grey eyes sparkle with an undertone of slyness. For you, this was the final hammer on the nail and you scoff in evident annoyance while trying to feign passiveness.

“You’re awful. I will be breaking up with you.” You say with scorn and start to rise from the couch before you might actually start throwing hands out of spite and your dissatisfaction with how this seemingly innocent game turned on you.

Before you manage to fully stand up, Chrollo’s hand gently wraps around your wrist and with one swift motion, he efficiently and smoothly tugs you back down towards him and settles you on his lap. You let out a small gasp of surprise and stare at him while he simply offers a rueful smile.

“Now, now don’t get too hasty, my love. You might actually hurt my feelings with your empty threats.” His other hand that wasn’t holding your waist slithers itself onto your thigh, gently squeezing it. Your previously curated irritation and mild jealousy seem to instantaneously dissipate at the notion as you continue to stare into his dark gaze which seems to be more softened and complacent.

“As much as I love to see you becoming agitated and pretending to be unaffected, you should really consider your moves carefully when playing such games with me.” Chrollo’s mild grin persists as he says this. You are about to argue back with a riposte, when suddenly he shifts your position and you find yourself underneath him on the couch while he hovers on top of you.

You gape up at him with parted lips and widened eyes as he leans his face closer to yours and continues to speak in a cool and velvet smooth voice, “You should know by now that you’re the only woman I am crazy about, and not even some top notch celebrity could ever get me as enchanted as you do.”

By now your cheeks heat up in embarrassment at your childish presumptions. How could you ever believe he’d choose someone else over you? Of course he was just teasing you the whole time. The sly bastard. Now, as your eyes meet his steady gaze, you can see the unquestionable truth.

Chrollo smiles gently down at you, before his eyes quickly shift into a devious glint. “The only thing you should know, sweetheart…”, he whispers smoothly as his lips brush your soft cheek as he speaks. He drags his lips to the edge of your jaw and then up to the area of your neck just below your ear. His tone dropping an octave as he breathes salaciously, “…I will never pass up the opportunity to smash you…”

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Finished this fanfic up instead of doing my 4 page essay due tomorrow. I am cooked.

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"Dance With Me"

Chrollo x Reader

This is the first fan fic I've written.

I dont't know if this will be any good but

Please be nice.

Although constructive criticism will be much appreicated.

I tried.

This will probably be a one shot and I shall disappear under the surface of the earth.

Unless yall find this engaging or if I choose to write more.

Summary: You're attending a fancy auction event. Becoming increasingly bored, an opportunity arises when a handsome mysterious stranger notices and approaches you. He engages in conversation before swooping you away onto the dance floor. Ending is open to interpretation. wink wink

Note: I have written this in Third Person rather than in Second. I wanted to try out the narrative perspective but I am curious to know which of the two you prefer as a reader :)

Enjoy...

(2.06 k words)

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Smooth red liquid of the expensive wine cautiously slid down her throat as she observed her current surroundings. The soft classical music from the band of musicians flowed through the air, creating a pleasant ambience that entertained the auditory senses. Meanwhile, a swarm of mingling bodies idly danced through the grand intricate hall. The ruby wine, slowly swirled around the inside of the glass as the young woman languidly stirred the stem between delicate fingers.

The function she was attending tonight was a prestigious one. A vast ornate ceiling coupled with splendid decorative designs and grand marble columns intwined with golden threads, were all distinct features that screamed eloquence and money. Just the thing to be expected when one attended a fancy dinner party, especially one that was meant to impress the higher classes, under the disguise of a philanthropic art auction for charity. The young woman liked art. It is a universal thing that binds all humans together and anyone can be appreciative of it, regardless if they consider themselves a knowledgeable appraiser.

The reason for her being here tonight was not only attributed to her desire to see the art or enjoy a social gathering, but almost laughable in its’ simplicity; boredom. A result of a spontaneous decision made on impulse and the desire to escape the typical regularity of daily life seemed more appealing to regard it as such. An acquaintance of hers mentioned that it would be a pleasure for him to take her to the auction if she chose to, and she agreed. However, now that she has strolled around the venue and admired all of the art pieces that were to be auctioned, all the while her supposed partner for this evening has left to throw himself into conversation with other groups of people at some stage during the evening, there was nothing more to do other than to enjoy some of the wine that was offered.

Her gaze was trained on the red liquid that sloshed lightly in the crystal while her mind was wondering on what to do next. She glanced up at the dancing couples for a second with an indifferent and almost distant gaze before sighing and raising the glass to her lips. Lamenting on the fact that people had found happiness with their lovers was never a beneficial thought process. It made one consider their own lack of romance in life and wonder how some fall into relationships so easily, while others struggle to even find a match or simply waiting for fate to do its’ bidding.

That is why instead of dwelling on such topics, she sipped on her nearly empty glass, allowing the pleasant buzz to fill her head and enjoy the remaining contents of the drink before deciding to call it a night and go home. Perhaps once she is back home, she will decide between getting even more violently wine drunk and viciously bawling into a pillow, considering the uneventful and quite boring evening that she thus far endured.

She raised the glass once again to her lips while her eyes flickered upwards, only to land on a suit clad stranger in the now dispersed party of the previous dancers, and who was also looking back at her with a soft smile. She blinked and shifted her gaze away to the side, as her breath caught in her throat momentarily. It must have been her imagination or worse, a hallucination caused by one too many sips of wine, because once her eyes travelled back in the direction of the mysterious man looking at her, he was gone.

But not even a second later, the stranger reappeared at her side, standing only a small and respectable distance away. Declining his head a bit and nodding subtly downwards at the glass in her hand and leaning into her side he spoke, “Pinot Noir or Sauvignon?” Her head turns at the sound of the calm and surprisingly soft voice and she is met face to face with the handsome stranger. Her widened eyes meet his cool cobalt gaze as they curiously look into hers, maintaining a present contact.

Apart from his tantalising opium gaze, his appearance was strikingly distinct and unique; a white bandana was wrapped securely around his forehead and his earlobes were adorned with turquoise ball earrings. After taking a few seconds to comprehend the random approach and the appearance of the man before her, she quickly shook off her stupor after realising he is waiting for some sort of answer.

He has asked her what wine it is that was in her glass and she glances down at it as she thinks back. When she was poured the wine by the waiter previously, he had said something similar. She glanced back up at the mysterious man and offering him a response, “Pinot Noir, I believe…” His smile widens ever so slightly as he acknowledges her with a gentle gaze. “I must say, it is a fine choice. The taste is quite refined in its own way.”

She smiles lightly back at him and can’t help but feel her heart skip a beat. Not only is his countenance tolerable and fine, the way he carries himself is certainly venerable with a flair for natural charm. Moreover, his appearance is even more captivating. From the way in which his inky strands of hair fall perfectly around his face, to the structure of his jaw and sharp intelligent eyes.

“Ah, pardon me. I believe I got ahead of myself and forgot the introductions. I’m Chrollo.” His eyes remain soft and looking straight into hers, while his lips are graced with that same calm and friendly smile as he extends his right hand slowly. “Chrollo…nice to meet you. I’m Y/n.” She smiles back warmly and places her hand into his as he squeezes it gently and raises her hand to his lips while lowering his head, looking into her eyes through his lashes with a soft grin as he does so.

This catches her off guard completely, causing a tint of pink to dust her cheeks right before he lets go and continues in a soft, aimable tone, “Perhaps I was too up front with my approach, but I couldn’t help but notice your humble presence and elegant disposition. Are you enjoying the party?”  She considers him for a moment before letting out a small chuckle and looking back up at him, “It could be worse. I was hoping it would be more entertaining for me, but I’m not one to complain.”

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Chrollo’s company turned out to be a most joyous experience and probably the highlight of the otherwise uninteresting evening. He was polite and a most engaging conversationalist. They talked and laughed for a long duration of time which now seemed to be of no essence. The rest of the people in the expanse of the hall and the air filled with conversation seemed to have completely vaporised into nothing more than an insignificant echo.

After some time, they both seem to be brought back to reality as the music started back up. A notable change can now be heard in it’s quality of performance since a new, more distinguished, band of musicians  appeared, in exchange of the prior orchestra. Most likely to symphonise a final dance before the auction started.

Upon hearing the newborn melody, Chrollo looks at her again with a more concentrated gaze as he utters his next words, “Dance with me.” His voice is soft as he speaks, but there is a certain command in it, which compels one to oblige instantaneously. Her eyes widen in mild surprise at the sudden request. Her heart begins to thump in her chest at a slightly more accelerated speed, as she gazes up into the sparkling depths of obscurity, contained within those enthralling dark grey eyes of his. Chrollo patiently waits, now with another kind smile compared to the more pointed expression he presented mere seconds ago. “Uhm…alright.” She agrees after initial hesitation, as he offers her his hand, giving the cue, to which she immediately complies.

Placing her smaller hand into Chrollo’s, he leads her onto the dance floor where others have already started their waltz. They stop together in the free space as Chrollo raises their intertwined hands into the air fluidly, and uses his other hand to promptly and gently wrap around her lower back, pulling her closer into him. He offers her an unabashed grin while a more bashful smile spreads itself upon her own lips.

“I should have warned you earlier…I’m not a great dancer.” She admits and glances away from his piercing gaze before meeting his eyes once more. His own lips merely quirk upwards after sensing her apprehension before he responds, “I believe it’s a little too late for any inhibitions now, darling. Allow me to be your guide.” Is all he says, before starting to fall into rhythm with her gracefully, leading her through every step as they progress in their dance.

The music flows through the crowded space easily, while Chrollo smoothly dictates the slow succession of steps and figures, occasionally twirling her around and pulling her in extremely close. It was evident that she felt a bit nervous at the start, and not only because of the fact that this handsome dark haired man was present and choosing to be with her, but since she never considered herself to be a capable dancer. Somehow with Chrollo’s efficient guidance, she found herself naturally responding to his movements. It was bizarre yet magnificent at the same time. As if the ability of dancing itself was innately present with her all along and never existed only as a foreign concept.

“I do not know why you feared that you didn’t have the capacity to be a capable dancer. You’re moving splendidly.” Chrollo praises with a soft smile on his face as they continue to dance. She keeps her eyes on his as they effortlessly sway to the soft classical music provided by the orchestra. “Maybe I just have a good partner.” She teases with a small grin. Chrollo subtly smirks at her suave comment as his obsidian eyes fill with mirth.

Don’t be so humble now, dear. I have witnessed how other women dance and some appear to be as stiff as rocks.” He comments in amusement as he spins her around gently before pulling her back against him, her body moving fluently in response to his lead. “I see you have had plenty of experience in dancing then?” She asks as she tries to appear nonchalant. Chrollo only chuckles softly as his sharp eyes pierce into her own. “Call it observation.” He responds enigmatically as his hand slithers down to her waist from the small of her back.

The two continue dancing until the song begins to fade towards its’ conclusion. After spending only around two hours with Chrollo, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. His enticing nature and charming persona, coupled with his appealing handsome looks was beginning to get to her. The aforementioned idea of romance, that she approached with much scrutiny and distaste, now seemed not be as bad. She could only hope and fathom the idea that fate has finally been kind to her and bestowed this ridiculously attractive man in her favour.

She didn’t know what approach she should take anymore, but she did know one thing; she never wanted for this dream-like dance to end. But all good things seem to come to an end. So she allows herself to indulge in this as much as possible and drink every drop from tonight’s company before the clock struck twelve.

Chrollo looks down at her with devilish smile gracing his plump lips as his eyes sparkle with a newfound light. “Earlier you mentioned you wished for the evening to be more entertaining…well I can assure you of one thing, my dear…” He twirls her around gently for the final time before smoothly pulling her back against his chest with a hand on the small of her waist. Tipping her backwards ever so slightly, Chrollo leans his head down next to hers and whispers the next words into the shell of her ear, his lips brushing the tender skin with the barest touch, “…It will only get more interesting, from now on…”

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if you survived after reading this, I commend you for your dilligence and patience.

As an FYI: This post is a result of a random idea along with me wanting to test my writing capabilities in the department of fanfiction lol. So I have no clue how this escalated to me posting this on here but take what you want of it.

If you are still reading, I would be eternally blessed if I receive any feedback cuz I deadass have no clue what I am doing.

Stay slay and peace out!