#Chrollo Lucifer 2011

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my piece for the @yorknewauction reverse bb! @hurtinghabits wrote a fic based on this which I am very excited to buckle down and read very shortly 👀

[illubean]

Could I get headcanons for Feitan, Illumi, Leorio, and Chrollo falling for gn!reader who by all means seems like a strong, nuturing, emotionally stable individual but every once in awhile casually says or does smthin that makes people go "Oh you're a little fuckin nuts, actually"

(e.x.: Most of their D.I.Y. furniture is made of different kinds of bone, morbidly interested in the more gorey parts of their jobs, probably works in a field that allows them to be around the dead often like a taxidermist or a mortitian, highkey just unabashashedly a morbid little freak™️ whenever it comes up naturally in conversation but otherwise comes across as just an attentive lil guy you could bring home the average parents would love.)

HXH Men with a Morbid!S/o

Characters: Leorio Paladaknight, Illumi Zoldyck, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

this is so me

Warnings: dead things and body parts and stuff

Leorio Paladaknight

being an aspiring doctor, Leorio thought that your knowledge on both human and animal anatomy was pretty useful

at first he didn't think much about your job and just assumed you were some type of doctor or biologist or something

he often asks you questions as he studies and you're a pretty good tutor

the first time Leorio realized you were kinda weird is when one day you were walking down the street and saw some roadkill

and you were like "aww too bad, the skin and bones are too damaged to harvest"

and you kept walking like it was normal while he was like ?!!??!?

or you guys were having a normal conversation and you say something like

"if you died i'd taxidermy you and re-articulate your skeleton so you'd be with me forever <3"

1 taxidermizing humans is illegal and 2 WHAT

he is cold sweating wtf did he get himself into

when he comes to your house for the first time and sees a bunch of bones, animal skins and wet specimens he damn near passes the fuck out

how do you just casually have dead things and remains around your house!?

AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MADE YOUR COFFEE TABLE OUT OF CAMEL BONES?

he is freaking the fuck out and you're just like "dw everything is ethically sourced :D"

yeah he thinks you're a freak and he is too fearful to break up with you ever (not like he was planning to anyways)

Illumi Zoldyck

whatever drew Illumi to you had to have been some type of power

aside from that power, to Illumi you were relatively normal and had a good grip on your emotions which made you a perfect candidate

that being said he could care less what your job was, you'd just end up working for or with him eventually

when he started bringing you around the estate, you often sought out their guard dog Mike and Illumi couldn't think of why

that is until you came back one day with a human femur and bright smile on your face

"... where did you even get that?" "From one of Mike's victims. If I collect enough I could make a whole set of bar stools!"

he blinked at you and chose to ignore your statement

i mean, to each their own am i right?

so you have ah hobby, big deal

Illumi just thinks you're pretty normal personality wise until you randomly but casually drop information about what you do in your free time or have in your home

so now whenever he has a job Illumi calls you in for cleanup

you get to do.... whatever it is you do and there's no evidence of a dead body left behind, it's a win win

Chrollo Lucilfer

he couldn't care less what your job is because it's probably not worse than his 😭

he didn't really notice anything "morbid" about you until he asked about your jewlery

you wore things like resin caster bug pendants or bird skull earrings and stuff

he just assumed they were fake and you bought them because they looked badass

but then you told him you make it all YOURSELF

he is intrigued

he doesn't really question you past that because you were probably buying the bones and stuff somewhere (spoiler alert you're not)

what really caused him to think was when you casually just picked up a dead rat off the floor in some abandoned building you were exploring and suck it in your pocket

bro was so confused

"What do you need that for?" "To make a new necklace :3"

yeah now he knows that your odd taste in jewelry goes deeper than just that

he won't judge you though, if anything you're a better person than he is considering you don't kill things yourself

he is literally a murderer and a thief and has committed like 3467633788 crimes so he couldn't judge even if he wanted to

so now when he sees dead animals and what not he bags them up and brings them to you

he likes to sit in on your cleaning and making process

you seem like a perfectly normal and sweet person to everyone else but Chrollo knows about your freaky little hobby and it just makes him like you even more

Feitan Portor

I feel like for you and Feitan to even be acquainted you have to be part of the troupe

whatever you do outside of it is your business

buttttttt since you are his s/o and Feitan is probably homeless he crashes wherever you are

thus him finding out about your hobby and other job

out of everyone on this list he is the most interested

he too is a morbid little freak

he goes with you to find things and will help you with the cleaning/taxidermy or whatever process if you let him

what he doesn't understand though is why you don't just kill the things you want instead of hunting for already dead things

sometimes he will go catch like a squirrel or something and bring it back to you like a cat and tell you he found it like that

Fei baby. No the fuck you didn't

after doing what you're doing for so long you can tell what caused an animal to die but you wouldn't tell him that

he's just so cute and wants to be supportive of your hobby <3

[white-poppie]

Hello!! Can you do a Chrollo x reader where his S/O has a death note just like light yagami?? :O

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒  ⭒ chrollo lucilfer.

(Since this is HxH we are gonna presume that the Death Note is made by using reader's nen)

Content type: hcs + scenario

Okay, so I've said this before but Chrllo himself has this twisted sense of morality and god complex.

I think he disagrees with your ideology of justice, because he himself is a criminal, and just doesn't think a person should play devil's advocate. (he only thinks that because it affects him, he's a hypocrite.)

But that's just how he is, the day he meets you, he is trying to include you into the trope, your power is so helpful and versatile.

So somehow he ends up coaxing you into the trope with his sweet words.

He is so curious about your ability, he has to know everything! The weakness, the flaws, the time, the loopholes, he has to have it all figured out!

He is just observing you silently like a hawk for the longest time.

Also kinda enamoured by the fact that your and his abilities are similar to some extent.

He's not someone that cares about looks, so no matter how you are if you're an entertaining person (smart, independent and have a beneficial ability) then he's yours.

If you are even slightly similar to how Light thinks, my guy is smitten.

He is well aware of his feelings, and he knows when the interest turns into denial, to acceptance to crush to pining to infatuation.

No one except Chrollo himself knows.

He treats you just like other members, maybe slightly better, but you can't notice

Honestly, Chrollo is a very romantic person.

Say for example if he hears you talking about anything that you might desire or want, he is gonna steal and gift it to you.

If you question he is just like," It's a reward for your good work, keep it up."

EVENTUALLY, The troupe starts noticing, especially Paku and Phinks.

Shalnark teases you when he finally figures out, they all are like 'oh it's boss' favourite.'

He is the embodiment of poetic rizz.

He would ask you out when Paku persuades him tho, she is like "Please you two are killing us with the tension in the room."

So eventually he agreed. He slips a note or letter into your notebook and asks you to meet him first if you agree.

HE HAS PLANNED EVERYTHING.

The soft thundering rain brings down such a loving blanket of comfort in the atmosphere.

You walk upto the window and open it a little to breath in the petrichor aroma as your eyes fall on your 'Death Note' kept on the window-sill and has a small piece of paper sticking out of it.

'Dearest Y/N, I really do hope you see this note before the rain stops because there is something just so intimate about rain that no weather can mimic. So when you see this, meet me on the rooftop, I have something for you. ~ Chrollo

Alright so you leave your Death Note there, cause the rest of the trope is there and obv you can trust them with your belongings. (They share knowing looks lol)

And when you reach there you see Chrollo in his glory.

Chrollo stands on the roof, waiting for you, he is rather drenched as he has his eyes closed and head tilted towards the sky, enjoying the faint pattering of the rain against his skin.

His onyx hair is stuck to his forehead as his ears perk at the sound of your footsteps. He lets out a sigh of relief.

"You came," he mumbles and finally looks at you, his eyes strutted in a way that has you melting despite the cold weather.

You walk closer to him as he looks into your eyes.

"Y/N, I think you already know what happens when two people meet rain," he chuckles and shakes his head, "it took me long enough to say this, but I-I like you, a lot."

There is a huge spurge of butterflies in your stomach at the knowing smile on Chrollo's face.

"I like you too," you whisper and he smirks softly as he tucks in a stand of your wet hair.

"I know, sweetheart," he says and closes the distance between the two of you and kisses you gently.

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Watching Christmas movies w Chrollo.

My friend wrote this for an event I never did😭 no warnings,gender neutral reader lmk if there are any pronouns in GN works!!

Go to the master list on the pinned post for more!! and ignore the fact it’s a month early

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As you sat on the couch, your body cuddled against Chrollo's, you couldn't help but be amazed at the surrealness of the situation. Chrollo, the feared and terrifying leader of the Phantom Troupe, was here with you, watching a low effort cheesy Christmas movie that you knew he had no real interest in. A bright contrast to the dangerous world he usually inhabited.

As the movie played on, your mind wandered, contemplating the complexities of Chrollo's character. He exuded an aura of mystery and authority, and his power was legendary among those who knew of him. The mere mention of his name was enough to instill fear in the hearts of many. His Troupe, a group of skilled and ruthless individuals, only added to his formidable reputation. Their exploits were whispered about in hushed tones mainly because if anyone said too much they soon would meet a cold demise.

But here he was, sitting beside you, his attention diverted from his usual pursuits. His usually impassive expression was replaced by a slight pout, a playful act he knew would draw your attention. You chuckled softly at the sight, finding it both endearing and amusing.

“Are you not enjoying yourself dearest?” He said already knows the answer to that question he proposed.

"It's not that I'm not enjoying myself," you replied, your voice tinged with laughter, "I just find it kinda humorous. I mean, it's not exactly your usual cup of tea, is it?"

Chrollo raised an eyebrow in curiosity, his gaze fixed on you. "Oh? And what exactly do you find humorous?" he inquired, his voice laced with intrigue.

Before you could respond, his lips slammed into yours, effectively silencing any words that were about to leave your mouth. The suddenness of the kiss caught you off guard, but you quickly surrendered to the intoxicating sensation. In that moment, the cheesy Christmas movie faded into the background, forgotten.

The kiss was filled with a mixture of passion and tenderness. Chrollo's lips moved against yours with a practiced skill, his touch both commanding and gentle. The world around you ceased to exist as you lost yourself in the embrace, the warmth of his body against yours, and the taste of him lingering on your lips.

It was a moment of intimacy and vulnerability, a stark contrast to the dangerous persona Chrollo projected to the outside world. In that brief exchange, he showed you a side of himself that few were privileged to witness—the capacity for genuine affection and the ability to let his guard down.

As the kiss ended, you both pulled away, breathless and flushed with desire. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, a silent understanding passing between you. The movie continued to play in the background, its dialogue and festive music serving as a gentle reminder of the ordinary world outside your bubble of stolen intimacy.

And there, in that moment, you both found solace and a respite from the chaos that defined your lives. The cheesy Christmas movie continued to play, but it was no longer the focus of your attention. Instead, you basked in the shared connection and the newfound realization that even the most feared individuals could find comfort and joy in the simplest of moments.

[kentopedia]

cold heart & hands

FEATURING. chrollo lucilfer x f!reader — wc: 2.9k

SUMMARY: as your contract with the phantom troupe comes to an end, so does your relationship with chrollo.

CONTENTS: tbh idk, breakup (?), asking to join the phantom troupe, takes place during the yorknew city arc-ish, reader works w/ the mafia, no warnings really! me exposing myself as an unfortunate chrollo fan

Your hands curled into fists against the cold wood paneling of the table, the candle burning a tall and bright flame beside you. Though the city was quiet below you, you felt as if you could still hear the melody of an overture, ringing out along the streets with the warning of a heartless army.

You’d known this day had been coming for a while. It was always meant to end this way, yet as the sun dipped below the horizon of that evening, every ache that had begun gradually shocked back into you, sending your body into an overdrive of pain.

The door opened as you leaned your head back against the chair, staring out the hotel room at the lights that glittered from the skyscrapers, the headlights flashing at braking cars. Darkness never fell completely in Yorknew City, not when the entire landscape was lit up like a fiery beacon.

“You shouldn’t leave your door open like that.” It shut with a quiet click. His voice was soft, his footsteps quiet against the carpet. “A criminal might sneak in when you’re least suspecting it.”

Despite yourself, you cracked a solemn smile, keeping your gaze away from his approaching figure. It would’ve been no use to lock the door. He had a key, anyways, and there was no one else you were particularly concerned about keeping out.

“I’m not worried about criminals,” you said, closing your eyes as his hand deftly traced the soft skin of your shoulders, the fingertips barely dancing against your skin. “I’m certain there’s no one worse than you Chrollo, and I’ve already granted you free rein of my bedroom.”

It was hard to remain focused on your objective of letting him go, to not lose sight of the hardened chain that was supposed to be wrapped around your heart, a weak attempt at keeping him out.

Could you really be blamed for your misgivings when he had been so charming? When every word was a greater attempt at growing closer to you or revealing your nature?

Perhaps you’d been doomed from the start. He made it easy to open up to him, something that had always been so difficult in the past. He made himself easy to trust. A man like that had no trouble making a dangerous name for himself.

“Is something the matter?” he asked, attempting to refocus your attention, to open your eyes and guide them to him. His hands were cold, fighting off the heat that came with the tail-end of summer. “You seem upset.”

You considered a lie, though Chrollo would wean the truth from you eventually. Just the hint of a smile was enough for you to carve another little piece of you and hand it right over to him. “The auction’s over.”

Chrollo exhaled, amusement wrought in the breathy laugh. “That it is.” He hummed, and you were certain there was nothing on his face but contentment. “I thought you’d be relieved. If I remember, you seemed rather nervous that I hired you to begin with.”

You remembered just the same. Although you were well-versed in the dealings of the underworld, being hired by the Phantom Troupe was on a different level. You’d get no protection from them nor the other Mafia families if your double agency had been discovered. It would have been easy for you to be used you as a scapegoat, and yet—

“Of course I’m relieved.” Your shoulders relaxed, slumping over. “You’ll be leaving soon. I won’t have to put up with you any longer.”

He stood behind you, draping an arm over your shoulder from where you sat. You loosely gripped his hand, the cool flesh tender against your palm. You stared at the back of it, the purpled veins that protruded under his pale skin, the tendons flexing with the subtlest of movements.

“You won’t.” He agreed, his thumb grazing your collarbone, the opposite hand brushing the back of your neck. You lost yourself under his touch, and even these few movements were enough to unravel you, leaving you in an assortment of emotions you despised yourself for. “So, why do you sound so sad?”

There was no reason to hide from him any longer, not when you’d already shared the most vulnerable parts of yourself. Not when he had you in the palm of his hand, could ruin the rest of your meaningless existence if he wanted to.

You closed your eyes, leaning into him. The back of your head rested against his taut abdomen, feeling the long, steady breaths he took. “You’re smarter than that, Chrollo. Don’t make me spell it out for you.”

Chrollo was silent. Even the slow movements of his heartbeat were just a faint noise in the chaos that resided forevermore in Yorknew City. He’d left his mark on it, a trail of blood, and gave it over to the rest of the world to pick up the pieces.

You were a fool to pretend that he could be anything to you other than the leader of the Spiders, and you’d die the same fool, wondering if things could’ve been different.

Chrollo was the one to finally break the quiet as you waited for him, hoping that he’d change his mind, that his hand was meant to be the one that was always yours to hold.

“You’ll miss me, then?” he finally said, and the air he released curled around you, something caught between warm and mocking. “Our time together was special to you.”

His words always left his lips in such a low, steady hum, as if reciting a monologue from a lesser-known Shakespearean play, one he deemed only himself capable of performing correctly. You, on the other hand, had never been fit for the stage, and any lies you told him were never done convincingly.

“What if it was?” Finally, you stood, and his touch fell away from you, inch by inch as you peeled yourself away from him with struggling magnetism. If the cold air was going to freeze between you, you didn’t want it to be with a part of you attached to him below layers of ice, inescapable. “Would you laugh at me for being so weak?”

“No.”

He surprised you with the response, the sincerity that resided under the black waves of nothingness in his endless eyes. Stories you’d never know, were too scared to know, had their place alongside his sincerity, reminding you just how serious he was.

“Said with such conviction.” You traced his porcelain jaw, the skin still so soft after growing up in nothing but garbage, rotting in a wasteland with everything else the world didn’t want. Chrollo didn’t smile, but something in his face softened, infinitesimally, a twitch of two faint lines you just might have been delusional enough to notice.

“Did you expect anything less?”

“No.” Your hand fell away, but you couldn’t bring yourself to step away from him, caught in his orbit, wishing you could revolve around him like a moon. “At least you can spare me some humiliation when I ask you to tell me that you felt something for me.” You swallowed, doing your best not to withdraw under his intimidating presence. “A lie will do. It doesn’t even have to be a good one.”

Chrollo blinked, your words churning in his mind for a fleeting moment before he took another step close to you. Everything about him, from the harsh set to his face to the aura that was always so devastatingly gloomy, softened marginally. Cool fingertips were on your cheeks, pressing into the skin with practiced care, an action you’d become so familiar with.

“It wouldn’t be a lie.” It was nothing more than a whisper, kept safe in the pocket between your mouths, away from wandering eyes and ears. “I do care for you. More than I wish, anyway.”

Your laugh was senseless and feverish, allowing some kind of illusions take a hold of you. It seemed impossible for you to separate Chrollo’s truths from everything else about him, and even though you had little trust in his words, your body relaxed into his hold. The warm breath across the bridge of your nose was worth the same as a day spent in the sun, and though you’d never been a weak person, your resistance lost all meaning when it came to Chrollo Lucilfer.

You seized his wrists with some sort of desperation, holding him close to you, afraid he’d disappear like a shadow if you were to release him.

“If that’s true, then take me with you, Chrollo.” There was a plea on the edge of your lips, and you were disgusted by the despondency in ever syllable. “There’s an opening in the Phantom Troupe, isn’t there? I can join if you just appoint me—”

Chrollo’s face changed, then, but it wasn’t to an expression of humiliation. At least, he still managed to spare you from feeling any shame.

Instead, there was nothing left in his expression, a book erased of every word within it. He was no longer so gentle and indulgent, letting you see whatever you wanted to. “I won’t.”

That was all he had to say on the matter, slowly pulling your hands away from him, one finger at a time. Your skin grew icy, and while you’d expected the swift rejection, you hadn’t expected it to hurt so badly. There had been ample time to prepare, though you felt as if you were sinking, flailing in a vast pool of water, watching your only tether to shore turn his back on you.

“Why not?”

The question was futile; you already knew the answer.

He laughed quietly, and the sound was a sharp grate to the drum of your ear, even as he kissed the palm of your hand. “I don’t doubt your abilities if that’s what you believe. It’s not a matter of what I want.”

You were silent.

“I’ve considered a multitude of things. You’re better off without us. Without me.” There was another slight change in his appearance, and you wondered if he’d ever let himself feel the breadth of his emotions, the ones that brimmed somewhere under a layer of insurmountable anguish. “Let me do one good thing in my life. Just this one thing, and maybe I’ll receive less retribution in Hell.”

It’d been months. Just that long, and already, you felt sick with the thought of saying goodbye.

“When are you leaving?” you finally asked, letting your hands drop to his chest. The white button-up was a tattered mess beneath your hand. Somehow, you’d only just noticed. He’d come straight to you, after all of the chaos.  

Chrollo heaved a breath, the light in his eyes flickering hesitantly. It was the first sign of disappointment you’d seen in him all evening, the only sign that he’d felt the same that you did at all.

“Before sunrise. It’s best to be discreet, especially when you’re supposed to be dead.” Then, as if regretted his own judgment, he tugged you to him, two arms around your back in the gentlest of embraces, the kind he’d only just learned how to share. “If they find you have any connection to us, they’ll kill you. You know that don’t you?”

Your sigh was one of marred confusion, and you buried the little noise into his shoulder. The scent of expensive cologne, one he’d surely stolen, had slowly faded away, sitting just on the edge of his skin. There was the subtle hint of mint there too, and an aged alcohol you couldn’t identify. How quickly his arms had become a comfort to you.

“Of course I do,” you said sourly. Of course you knew. That had been your entire fear in dealing with the Troupe. “I don’t understand you, Chrollo. If you’re so worried about my safety, then take me with you.”

His fingers were on the back of your neck, grazing the sensitive skin like a finely tuned instrument. The air slowly left his lungs, chest rising and falling at a speed that seemed much too hesitant to be human. “I considered it,” he admitted, and that, at least, provided you some relief. It allowed you to retain some dignity, that perhaps, you hadn’t been led astray after all. You’d never stop doubting Chrollo’s intentions with you, but you were too enraptured in him to give a damn. “The risks are much too high. You can handle yourself against the Mafia. I have no desire for you to suffer through our endeavors, even if it means I have to let you go.”

You closed your eyes, steadying yourself. What would he be saving you from, when this was already one of the greatest pains you’d felt? “Chrollo,” the name bled through your mouth, something akin to a mournful prayer to a god that had never answered. “I don’t care about that. Not anymore. Please. Take me with you.”

He smiled against your forehead, melancholy but proud, never one to be seen faltering. “I’m sorry. I am.” He kissed your forehead, and it felt too final. When you closed your eyes, a single tear gathered on the edge of your lashes. Chrollo was not an easy man to subdue, and even your despair was hollow upon his strained indifference. “It’s better this way.”

He took another step back, but you held onto him, etching the feeling of his skin on your own to memory. That if one day, you were to come face to face with him once more, you’d know his features as they once were, and you’d be able to point out every little way that they’d changed with time.

“You’re a selfish man. You should be selfish enough to want me to stay.”

“I’m selfish enough to keep you alive. Even if that means I keep a watchful eye on you from a distance.” He cupped your chin, thumb grazing the concaved space under your lips. “If you need me, I’ll be there. I can promise you that, at the very least.”

“Would you send your Spiders to watch over me instead?” you asked bitterly, your back straight as you stared at him with a strength that was slowly caving in. “Have Shalnark place a needle in my mind, so you can watch over every action? Sentence any man who dared to look me in the eye to a life of torment, punishment for his vile sins committed out of lustful greed?”

Chrollo’s lips curled, and you could see, in that moment, why he was so feared. “I admit, I am not above such things.” He looked past you, staring at the painting on the other wall, one that you would never understand to its completion. “But no. I won’t if you don’t want me to. You can come to me of your own free will if that’s what you desire.”

Perhaps you were sick enough to think that was any form of romance. Maybe you wouldn’t have minded being strung on a thread if it meant Chrollo would come back without a second thought.

Finally, he sighed, and it was obvious that even the most powerful of men could become fatigued. You could see the signs of exhuastion start to weigh on him. “Come on to bed, my darling. I don’t want our last night together to end in an argument.”

He held your hand loosely, guiding you back to the middle of the room, onto the mattress you’d shared for an unreasonable number of days. You fell, pliant, your skeleton turning to rubber under your skin.

“Will you ever reconsider?” your head hit the pillow, and you realized just how tired you also were, the past few days spent with eyes open wide, an indescribable anxiety nesting deep in your consciousness.

He didn’t respond.

“Chrollo?”

When you repeated his name, his lips squeezed together, and finally, he nodded, relenting a simple statement to you, one you to knew to be a lie. Though, it was enough, for now. Enough to get you through the next day, the next week, the next few years until you’d moved on from the man you never should’ve loved in the first place.

Chrollo brushed the dark hair away from his face, the tattoo a contrast to his pale skin, on his forehead in full display. “I’ll come back for you, when I believe your ready.”

Those were the kindest words he could’ve given you, and you surrendered, giving yourself to him once again. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. Not your future, not your past. Your soul had already been sold to the devil, and they’d never been merciful creatures. Perhaps, that had been Chrollo’s goal all along.

“I don’t believe you.”

He smiled, and, for the first time that evening, offered you a kiss. His lips were icy, but they tasted sweet, and you melted into everything that he had left to give you.

“Then don’t,” he said, holding his forehead to your own, the two of you curled into some misshapen heart on the blanket. “I mean it all the same.”  

You obliged, swallowing back every single tear you had left to cry. It wasn’t right to shed tears for a man who had committed such terrible acts before handling you with any sort of gentleness.

Chrollo stayed until sunrise, just as he said. There was no way of knowing when he slipped away, vanishing into the crisp dawn, following moving with the moon. When you woke in the morning, it was to a cold room, and a spare key left on the nightstand.

idk what this is but i just finished rewatching yorknew so chrollo has been on my mind so much the past couple weeks :,(

[ghostlyforxst]

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNING: Yandere Tendencies, Not Proffed, and slight! mentions of nsfw

CHARACTER: Chrollo Lucifer

A/N- posting the "PLATONIC YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU X GN CHILD! READER" soon!

Affection — how do they show their love and affection?

Chrollo is not a touchy-feely type of guy, no more than letting you curl up in his lap or him kissing you. But, he show his love through quality time and words of affirmation.

Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Chrollo has thousands of people's blood on his hands, so whats keeping him from murdering the ones who threatens his darling. The unfortunate victim/s will have Chrollo and the rest of the spiders after them.

Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

Such a gentleman towards his darling, he will help you become familiar with your new living arrangements and he will feed you comforting words—running to your every need.

Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Chrollo can be manipulative, forcing you to act on his sexual pleasures and influencing you to isolate yourself from your friends and family.

”What? So you love them more than me?”

“Don’t say you’re lonely, you have me and the spiders!”

Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He is hardly vulnerable around you, though there isn’t much to keep from you since the both of you grew up together. Though he suppresses his negative emotions around you, not showing how much your hurtful words and actions eat him up.

Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

Chrollo would be annoyed by your useless struggles, but he'll try his best to console you and give you space.

Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He finds it almost laughable at how you think you will be able to escape him, but he doesn't mock you or tease you about it. Chrollo will continue to drag you back until you get the memo.

Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Chrollo's presence was absent, he and the rest of the spiders left on another heist. Garnering up enough trust in you, he had left you imprisoned in his apartment. You had taken the chance, making a run for it, unmindful of your captor nearing closer to the both of you home. Once you had unlatched the door and opened it, you were faced with Chrollo. To put it mildly, he was infuriated. He yanked you back in by your hair, venting on how disappointed he was with you. He hurled you into a windowless-monochromatic room, and you roomed there for a week—you were nutting up halfway through the week.

Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

He wants you to be a loving spouse, doing the traditional wifely duties: cooking, cleaning, loving, and obeying your husband. He really doesn't mind children, but is willing to give you one if you want. Though he'll treat you right, you are his most prized treasure!

Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?

Chrollo is reasonably confident with himself and with his relationship with you. It's from time to time that he is jealous, because it is rare that you are able to converse or interact with someone other than him or the spiders.

Physical touch is initiated, as infrequent as him getting jealous. He expects you to huddle up against him, submit to his caresses and affectionate kisses. Maybe he'll bed you, reminding you who's the one that makes you a sobbing mess and makes you grip at the bedsheets.

Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

A loving partner, he'll cook for you or read a book to you. He'll spoil with the treasures from his heist or with his expenses—very doting. He enjoys the quality time you two have until he has to turn his attention back to criminal matters.

Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

Even though you had found yourself out of Meteor City, you still consume Chrollo's thoughts. Him and his newly found friends searched for you, eventually finding you in York New. Preoccupied, you'd bump into him 'accidentally'. You went to apologize, but stopped when you recognized an old friend.

Everywhere you were, he was there wanting to hang about with you. Then he snatched your ass when you voiced your uncomfortness and how you felt he was stalking you, telling him you needed time to yourself—he didn't like that shet.

Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Chrollo is not as warmhearted with his peers as he is with his darling, but nevertheless he is calm and charismatic—nothing too drastic.

Naughty — how would they punish their darling?

Isolation and/or mind breaking, Chrollo doesn't resort to being physical unless you misbehave terribly.

Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

Each and every one of them, occasionally he takes you out into the city.

Patience — how patient are they with their darling?

Chrollo is immensely patient with you, sipping at a cup of tea as you throw what he calls your tantrums.

Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If his darling successfully escapes him, it would be a miracle, but he puts out a massive hunt for you—turning the world upside down until you're back in his grasp.

If you have passed away, the man becomes cold-blooded; mass murders, nutting tf up, and relentless to everyone who crosses him. But underneath, Chrollo is grieving hard. He is picky about his partners, you were the only one who fitted his standards, and will never be able to move along.

Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

Chrollo doesn't, since you are with him again he has never been happier. He let you go once and now he is never letting you go again.

Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

The two grew up together in Meteor City. You were scrounging around when you happened upon him, from then a friendship and obsession bonded.

Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Chrollo is forbearing, he understands that being suddenly abducted and forced into a relationship takes some time to adjust. But this is where his patients come in, comforting you and chrollo is a way with words. He'll use them to reassure you that everything is going to be fine.

Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Chrollo has a sense of superiority, having you and forcing you to profess your 'love' strokes his ego well.

Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Honestly you probably wouldn't have a chance. Though when he is off you could probably use that time to make your escape.

Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

The farthest he would go is a slap to the face, but if he wanted you to feel pain he'd get feitan or one of the other spiders to do it. Though they are limited on how much they hurt you or touch you.

Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?

This goes both ways, he wants you to worship him like he worships you.

Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

For years, that was because you left Meteor City before he could make a move, and that was his breaking point (his villain story).

Zenith — would they ever break their darling?

Yes, controlling you to be the perfect spouse for him.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

hello! I hope you're doing good, anyways...

Can i request Chrollo x child!Reader? (Hunter x Hunter)

Chrollo is the reader's brother and the reader is like 12-13 (they're friends with Gon and Killua)

i really need fluff Chrollo istg...

Omg anon, I haven't seen hxh in such a long time so forgive me if I get something wrong 💔, also I don't know if you're asking for scenarios or drabbles or whatever, so I'll use hc's *blinks aesthetically*

Big brother chrollo x child/younger sibling reader

He'll want to give you a life he mostly never had, like giving you high quality products and foods and bombarding you with small gifts after a mission if he's gone too long for yours or his liking.

Protective big brother energy fr. 💪💪

Also for the love of God please keep nobunaga away from gon and Or killua. He's going to pester them definitely.

"Y/n! Keep that scrawny long greasy ass haired hobo away from us."

Chrollo would convince him to stop though. (Well for a while.)

He doesn't really mind your friends but if one of them brings kurapika and chrollo sees him-

If you ask to go join the troupe or go on missions with him he'll just smile and say "you're too young, maybe when you're older." Maybe. If you keep trying to convince him to he'll regret ever telling you about the troupe.

He has lost some of his fellow members and he knows what danger in being related to it brings, and he doesn't want to lose you even if the chances are low. <\3

Talking about troupes, he'll rarely ever let you near them if you keep talking about it. 💀

And if anyone messes with you may God give them mercy because chrollo won't.

He's gonna be very sweet to you. Definitely.

But I also feel like he's going to use your age as an excuse for almost everything, like-

"Can I buy these shorts?" *The shorts being a little over your knees*

"Too short. You're too young, 12 year olds shouldn't be wearing those kind."

"Can I hang out with my friends?"

"It's 7 pm, 13 year olds shouldn't to go out so late."

"Can I go to a part-"

"You're too young."

Overall he's a very sweet and caring big brother, ask for anything and he'll give it to you in 10 minutes or less.

"Chrollo?"

"Yes y/n?"

"Can I order, two big macs with a large slushie, hash browns and chocolate mint coffee with two large fries on the side?"

"...."

"One second dear."

*three minutes later.*

"Here." *Comes back with EVERYTHING you said*

"How did you get that so fast??"

"I have my ways. 😇"

Would also pat your head 24/7, if you come to him to show some unique rock you found on the ground he'll pat your head. "That's wonderful y/n." He says as he smiles and talks to you so lovingly. Jealous of you fr 😭💔

[manias-wordcount]

With Yandere Chrollo… or normal Chrollo… i’m guessing he would want to have his s/o by his side at all times… considering the phantom troupe moves a lot and doesn’t have a specific place where they live… where do you think their s/o would go? like how would they shower and where would they sleep… or does Fhrollo just keep them by him at all times kind of

Useless (Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 "𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲" 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲- 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 (𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞 𝗟𝗢𝗟), 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲'𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘂𝗽. 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

“Um…Chrollo? I was wondering…”

  You hate this feeling.

  “...Is there anything I can do to help?”

  Yet it follows you everywhere.

  “Hmm?” A soft hum is your only verbal response. For now, at least.

  At your question, Chrollo’s eyes turn to the side and fall onto you. His gaze is warm- it always is warm when it lands onto you. He always carries that soft look about him whenever he gazes in your direction. It’s a kind, sweet look. One that shows he’s doting. One that shows he’s loving. One that shows he cares. As if that’s all he ever does. And sure, you’ve come to learn that he has the utmost care and respect for the other members of the Phantom Troupe. But you were never like the other spiders. Hell, you’re not even really a spider. You will never be a real spider. Not like the rest of them. The way he looks at you tells you that every single day. But still, you have to…

  “Please Chrollo! I want to help!” 

  …you have to at least try.

  You hate begging. And you hate begging him of all people. He’s always the first person to give you whatever you want. He’s always the first person to get you whatever you need. Whenever your eyes linger too long on an item in a display case, he’s quick to just snap and order someone to fetch it for you. You don’t even have to say a word. You don’t even have to lift a finger. He gives you so, so much without question. And so much more without fail. It feels wrong to beg him for something. But this is the one thing. The one thing you can’t help but grow desperate for. Because your fight against this feeling is making you grow weak. Weaker than you already are, and you hate this feeling. You hate it. You hate it. You hate it. 

  “Hmm…I think it’s better if you just stay right here, yeah?”

  But Chrollo seems to love that for you.

  Even as you look up at him with a quivering lip and tears threatening to line your eyes, he just stares back and gives you a warm smile. He pats the small floor pillow on the ground right next to him expectantly. He pats your seat, and his raised eyebrow tells you that it's not looking for a challenge- just for you to comply. And it would be so easy. It would be so easy. He gives you so much. He takes care of you all the time. He protects you. He spoils you. He feeds and clothes and he loves you. And you truly believe him whenever he holds you close at night and tells you how he would burn the world for you if you would ever put in the request.

  But you can’t. You can’t put in any more requests. You’re tired of putting in requests. You’re tired of it all. You’re tired of sitting idly by watching people run in and out of danger all because it’s what your boyfriend commanded. You’re tired of watching people run and out of danger because they’re doing something for you. 

  “Please Chrollo…I won’t go far, I promise! I just want to help the others!” You try asking again, this time with even more desperation in your voice. You know might be fruitless. That he might not even spare another thought in this direction. And you know you’re not as strong as the others. You know you don’t have the same toughness as someone who grew up in Meteor City. You know you don’t have the same strength as someone with large muscles or powerful Nen. You know you’re nothing but an ant compared to a great and powerful beast like a spider. You know it all too well. But still… “I just…I just don’t want to be useless anymore…”

  You have to at least try.

  “What did you just say?”

  At his response, you couldn’t help but freeze. There was something chilling about this voice that he used with you. It wasn’t harsh. But it certainly wasn’t something that you were used to. That warm look that you grew so used to had already been wiped clean off his face. Now, you were met with a firm frown and eyes that had grown dangerously cold. You can’t recall a moment you had ever seen him with such an emotion on his face. At least, when the feeling was directed toward you. And right now? You’re just not sure what to do.

  You didn’t mean to trail off when you spoke your last words. You didn’t mean to show him any form of weakness. You owe so much of your life and your comfort and your happiness to him. But at the same time- it’s like you’re suffocating. You’re always by his side. And when you’re not, you’re at least within his sight. Or much to his favor, within arm’s length. Before him, you were a functioning human being. A person with a life. A person who was able to get by, even if all you did was exist in a mundane little bubble. But now with him and the troupe in your life, everything was able to change. 

  Sure, you were always by at least 3 major criminals every second of your life, but you got to meet so many new people. And sure, you were always being dragged along from hideout to hideout while staying out of view from the general public in favor of being Chrollo’s protected little pet, but you got to have so many new things. Things you always wanted. Things you never thought you would get. Things you never heard of before. All of them- delivered on a silver platter just for you.

  “I just said I wanted to help…” Begin in an almost silent whisper. “That’s all I wanted to do…”

  But this new lifestyle made you feel like you were unable to care for your own well-being. Chrollo is your bodyguard to the bathroom. Chrollo is your blanket, your pillow, and your security system all wrapped into one. He gives you everything. He provides you with everything. Yet the only thing you’re good for is sitting right next to him. Letting him curl his fingers through your hair as he reads. Climbing onto him and wrapping your arms around him whenever he pats his lap. Smiling at him- just because he wanted to see that his dearest was still happy. Just because he wanted to see if his dearest needed anything. But compared to all that he does- this is nothing. It will always be nothing. So that’s why you had to ask. That’s why you have to do this. For troupe. For him. 

  For yourself.

  “I’m sorry, Chrollo! But I really do want to help!” You continue, your eyes now alight with a new flame. A new desire to take back what was once yours in your life. “Please? You have to let me! I just don’t want to be useless any-”

  “Don’t.”

  The word is barked at you. With all the ferocity of a wild dog. With all the strength of a thousand men. It shatters glass. It sets off bombs. The word is barked at you. With the same chilling feeling as hell freezing over. And that frozen mess- it reaches you quickly. It reaches you easily. Taking over your body and filling you with fear. And in no time at all, it stops your heart. In fact, you swear it stops time itself. All you’re left with is the echo of his voice saying that same word in that same voice, over and over again. 

  You don’t even realize that you’re shaking until you see his hands slowly reaching and grabbing yours. You peel your eyes away from the now worried expression he has on his face to look down at your joined hands. You don’t think about how his brow was knitted together. You just think about how your hands fit into his comfortably, like they always do. You don’t think about how the corner of his lips was tugged downwards into a small frown. You just think about warm his palms are are his fingers lace between yours. And you don’t think about the pain welling up in his eyes at the very thought of potentially hurting you. You just think about useless you are when it comes to comforting him. 

  You just think about how he’s already taking care of you.

   “Don’t…say that.” He continues, his voice in a low murmur as he tugs you closer to him. His words feel heavy. Your heart feels heavy. One minute you’re begging him to allow you to help in some way. The next minute, you’re terrified- left shaking in fear at the sight of a side of him you thought you would have never seen. And the minute after that? You’re regretting the whole mess you started. “You’re not useless. You’ve never been useless. Not to me.”

  When you’re finally close enough, his hands pull always from yours and settle on your hips. He brings you into his chest. He holds you tight. And when that isn’t enough? He holds you tighter. And even as he whispers sweet nothings into your skin? Even as he whispers compliments and praises into your body? Your mind can’t help but settle on that feeling once more. That feeling that you hate, hate, hate so much. A feeling that Chrollo inadvertently gives you. A feeling that you know Chrollo hates for you too.

  “I won’t say it anymore. I promise…”

  Even if he has a funny way of showing it.

[owarinaki]

The Collection of Character 's Breakdown [except Chrollo]

[kurorosbetrothed]

𝖬𝖱𝖲. 𝖫𝖴𝖢𝖨𝖫𝖥𝖤𝖱 𝖨𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖷

𝖢𝖧𝖱𝖮𝖫𝖫𝖮 𝖫𝖴𝖢𝖨𝖫𝖥𝖤𝖱 𝖷 FEM! READER

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞.

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞.

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬

𝘖𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨..

1. 𝙄𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘙

2. 𝙒𝘖𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙

3. 𝘛𝙄𝘙𝘌𝘋

4. 𝘙𝘐𝘋𝘐𝘊𝘜𝙇𝘖𝘜𝘚

5. 𝘍𝘈𝘔𝘐𝙇𝘐𝘈𝘙

6. 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝙁𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘋

7. 𝘚𝙊𝘖𝘕

8. 𝘋𝘌𝘗𝘓𝘖𝙍𝘈𝘉𝘓𝘌

9. 𝘉𝘜𝘙𝘐𝙀𝘋

10. 𝘞𝘈𝙑𝘌𝘙

𝟣𝟣. 𝘓𝘈𝘜𝘎𝘏𝘈𝘉𝘓𝘌

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 @𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥.

[auriza-side-tomb]

Sometimes when I enter a fandom, I don’t get why everyone thirsts over a certain character. Like I think they’re a cool character but I don’t see why everyone finds them so attractive.

Than I see a certain piece of fanart or read one specific analysis and I’m like OOOOOOHHHHHH

THAT’S why people like them…

[alexzolotarev]

[hunterofwonders]

Hisoka x Chrollo AGAIN OwO

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[megashadowdragon]

Chrollo is Silva's son?! Discussing the Theory that Chrollo has Multiple Personalities! @hamliet @aspoonofsugar

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Chrollo is the Sensui of the hxh have showcase similar view point

Chrollo shares similarities with Shinobu Sensui, a villain from Yoshihiro Togashi's other well-known series, YuYu Hakusho: both are the leaders of their gang; both are the smartest and most polite of their gang; both have religious references. Sensui is known as the Dark Angel, Chrollo has a cross on his forehead, an inverted cross on his coat, and a last name very close to Lucifer; and in the manga and the 2011 anime adaptation, a young Chrollo is seen playing with a videotape, possibly a reference to the Chapter Black tape stolen by Sensui.

[its-ya-boi-autumn]

Omg omg omg its me AGAIN. Idk how its possible but im in love all over again. I was thinking, like idk ive got so many ideas but like what if one day adeline is like 15 and she kills someone out of instinct, rage etc. And shes rlly guilty and chrollo happens to be in the same city/area n sees n hes gives her the talk??? Like "it is what it is". Maybe even helps her hide the body n evidence so his ex s/o doesn't flip? Totally understand if u dont wanna do 2 requests in a row, love ya xx.

I'm totally fine with doing two in a row baby~ I'm just a little slow is all 🤣 I've had a lot of social interaction going on today and then I came home and now I gotta fix my room so if this doesn't come out the same day I apologize 😅 (probably won't, I'm just super tired) Warning: abuse and violence

Adeline’s chest was heaving, her throat feeling as if she were breathing fire instead of air. Her chest and cheeks were colored an angry red and her legs were beginning to go numb. She couldn’t fall now, not when he was quick on her heels. Tears stained her cheeks, still falling from her eyes. The adrenaline continued to push her forward. To keep her running as fast as she could. The ponytail that held her hair up finally gave way, allowing her long black hair to block some of her vision when she turned around for a split second.

Danny was still too close for her to even begin to slow, his stamina almost inhuman.

A sob wracked her entire body at the sight and she nearly tripped. Her eyes frantically darted everywhere. Where could she run that would slow him down? Could she hide anywhere? Was there anyone else around? She had to find something to at least slow him down. Was there anything at all? Running straight through the pathway in the woods had proven to be a bad idea after she came out into a vast meadow of nothing but grass and dirt patches. 

“Adeline-”

“Leave me alone!” her voice screeched into the evening air, tearing at the tissue in her throat. She prayed her voice would be heard by someone. Anyone. Danny’s pace picked up, his arms quickly enveloping her, crushing her ribs.

“Adeline Lucilfer-”

“LET GO OF ME!” her fist reached up, coming into contact with his jaw and forcing his head up roughly. Danny released her, his hands covering his mouth at the throbbing pain he was probably experiencing. Adeline wasted no time to be proud of herself and began to run again, but her legs weren’t having it. The short time she had been stopped caused her muscles to relax and they wouldn’t cooperate anymore. Instantly, she fell forward, trying to force herself up again and keep going. She heard the deep groan of pain resonating in Danny’s chest. Her heart raced. What could she do? Her legs were rendered completely useless right now and there was nothing she could defend herself with other than her own two fists.

All the running she had done was starting to catch up to her too, her lungs having a hard time allowing her to breathe and her throat burning. Her body wouldn’t help her this time. She was sure she was done for. Adeline flipped onto her back, trying to almost crab walk away while Danny was still getting his bearings. When his eyes met hers, they were swirling with nothing but pure malice. He’d had enough.

“Adeline...” his voice was soft despite his hard face. Her own eyes grew wide, tears once again blurring her vision. The only thing she could actually see was Danny’s broad shape standing to his full height, strolling towards her slowly.

“No... no, no, no, no- Danny please, just leave me alone!” she opted to beg for him, hoping that some slimmer of his good side would show through, showing him what he was actually doing. What he was about to do. Danny didn’t seem to notice her begging or at the very least he didn’t seem to care. Adeline pushed herself up to run but she wasn’t fast enough. A harsh blow was received directly between her shoulder blades, forcing any air in her lungs out within a matter of seconds. She choked, falling onto her chest again. Coughing, she made another attempt to steady herself, but another hit was taken on her lower back. It didn’t hurt as bad as the first one, but the initial shock caused her to hesitate for just a moment too long. A rough hand snatched up her arm and suddenly her body was flipped onto its back. Danny dropped to his knees on top of her and she watched his fist slam into her chest.

Another hit.

Another.

And another.

Her face.

Her chest.

Her stomach.

Adeline was limp on the ground, her breathing becoming more and more labored as the sun set behind her. Her vision had gone completely blurry and she could feel the large bruises forming on her skin. He was brutal. Adeline was only 15, this shouldn’t of been happening. She should have listened to you. She should have listened when you told her to find Chrollo and bring him to her. She should have listened when you said to have Chrollo handle ‘daddy’. But she didn’t. Adeline thought she could protect you from Danny. She wanted to be the hero.

“Are you done running, Adeline?” his voice broke her thoughts. She couldn’t even bring herself to make eye contact with him, still watching the sun fall below the horizon, stars beginning to twinkle in the distance.

“Answer me.” the command shook her.

“Yes...” she tried to form the word properly but her tongue was too big for her mouth all of a sudden.

“Yes what?”

“Yes... daddy...” his sexualization of the word sickened her, but she couldn’t bear to be hit again. She might go unconscious if he struck another blow. He stood, taking her by the shirt collar and making her stand. She stumbled, coming across something in her jacket pocket as her hand fell in while she stabilized herself on her knees.

Her house key.

Hope pushed through her misery. She could put an end to this. An end to him.

“Hurry up, your mother can’t be alone for too long, not with that Chrollo guy running around still. Fucking scumbag..” Danny scoffed, turning to face her again. It hurt her to hear him call Chrollo such a thing. Chrollo had been nothing but sweet you her and you when he came over to see you. She wasn’t sure of why it was her specifically that he wanted to see, but that was probably what you meant to talk to her about today.

“Let’s go!” he ordered, waiting impatiently. Adeline didn’t move, thinking her plan out of how to end this man. This horrible, sick man. Her hand stayed within her pocket, fingering the key in thought. Danny’s teeth ground together, his feet stomping up to the young girl.

“Was I not clear enough? I said let’s go-” when he raised his hand to hit her again, he left himself open. Adeline slid the key out of her pocket and dug it across his throat. At first, she thought she failed as no blood even shown. What gave it away was Danny’s mere expression of surprise. An uneven white slit on his neck turned dark red as it spotted with blood. Then, it poured. The red liquid ran down his chest, leaving the man choking on himself. Adeline slowly backed away, hoping he wouldn’t charge at her in a spur of the moment. Danny did no such thing, solely focused on the fact that his throat had been slit. The fact that he was going to die. Adeline didn’t know what else to do other than watch him struggle to breathe. His hands covered his throat for a moment and wiped at the blood, pulling them away again to see the bright red on his fingers.

“You... you cut me...” his voice was weak and shaky. Adeline didn’t reply. She backed away more, falling onto the ground as her legs fell numb from running. She kept backing away from him, trying to keep her distance.

“Adeline...” he was trying to make her feel like shit, and it was working. What had she done? She just killed the man she called her father and for what? Her mother? Herself? She didn’t even know the answer as he crawled forward. She moved backwards, keeping her distance from him. Danny fell to his knees before her, hand outstretched.

“Why would you... why would you do this?” he kept going as if he didn’t know. As if he hadn’t been the cause of so many sleepless night for both Adeline and yourself. How was he not dead yet? He had to die soon, this was too painful for her to watch. Danny balanced himself on his free hand while the other tried to hold his neck closed, stopping himself from bleeding out. Faster, he scrambled towards her. Adeline held no mercy in her leg as it surged outward, kicking him in the nose. He recoiled on the dirt. Crying. Danny had never cried before, in fact, it was always Adeline and you who cried because of him. Nonetheless, listening to the man sob, helpless and dying in the dust made Adeline nauseous. She couldn’t take this, she couldn’t just sit her and watch him bleed out. But she felt like she couldn’t leave him alone here either. Dying alone was her worst fear. The knowledge of murdering somebody and leaving them to nature made her wretch up her dinner. Doubling over, she puked to the sound of Danny’s final sobs.

Her hands trembled as she held the key in her hand. Why hadn’t he continued to fight her? He still had a chance and he just laid there, surprised by her courage to go so far as to slit his throat. Again, her stomach shoved food up and out of her esophagus, a horrid stench clouding her senses. Her shoulders shook as she lay there on the ground. She didn’t even hear the footsteps come up from behind her.

“Adeline?” a gentle male voice startled her, making her gag on her own vomit. She turned, her eyes meeting Chrollo’s. His brows we’re furrowed, worry obvious in his features.

“What happened?” he kneeled down to her, ignoring her mess underneath her and behind her, curled up in the dirt. Dead.

“I... I can’t-” and she threw up again. Chrollo’s hands worked themselves into her hair, pulling it back for her to keep it out of her face.

“You’re okay, I’m right here.” he shushed her gently, his free hand rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort her shaking form. Another vile pool retched out of her mouth, hacking and dry heaving following suit.

Eventually, she managed to calm down. Adeline sat up and wiped her mouth with her jacket sleeve, quickly becoming disgusted with the action and discarding of the attire altogether. She wheezed against her sore throat, the tops of her lungs burning again like when she was running.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Chrollo didn’t even seem affected by the dead man right next to him, even taking a chance to glance at him. His eyes didn’t linger too long on Danny, obviously more worried about Adeline herself than anything. When his eyes met hers again, she couldn’t help but let those tears from before slip out and onto her bruised cheeks and chest. Chrollo didn’t push her any further, instead moving closer to her and embracing her. Every instinct told her to push him away, that she was a monster and that she didn’t deserve this kind of treatment, not after killing somebody. But her weakness didn’t allow her to fight back and she simply melted against Chrollo’s chest, sobbing and quaking. You always told Adeline that Chrollo was a sweet-tempered man, that he was always patient with you and with his friends. It seemed you had been right. He didn’t force Adeline to tell him anything, he didn’t shove her away or treat her unkindly. He knew she wasn’t a bad person and that she was in a state of distress. He had to of known that Adeline wouldn’t kill someone without having a reason. A good one at that.

“Now, Adeline,” he started, lifting her head up to look at him in the eyes. The same eyes as her own. Almost like staring back at her own reflection. It was strange, “I do want to hear about this, however we don’t have much time. We need to dispose of this immediately.” she could hear the urgency edging in his voice, but he still held a level of stability. Adeline nodded, pressing her hands into the dirt to push her body back upright. He followed her over to Danny and thought for a moment, hand on his chin.

“Okay, I’ll have someone take care of this here in a second. I’ll call him.” Chrollo was speaking more to himself than to Adeline, pulling out his phone and dialing a number before letting it ring. She didn’t hear the other end pick up, but it was apparently instant, as Chrollo began speaking to the other man. He gave him their location and the situation at hand, even mentioning his daughter.

At first, this confused Adeline. She wasn’t his daughter. She was Danny’s daughter... her brows furrowed and her arms crossed over her chest. What was he talking about? Sure they had the same eyes and the same hair, and even the same nose now that she really looked at him. You had never told her anything about Chrollo being your father.

“Alright, he’ll be here shortly-” he started after hanging up.

“You called me your daughter..?” she knew it was rude to cut him off, but she couldn’t help it. She felt like she needed to know, felt as if she had the right to know. Chrollo turned his attention her, setting his phone back into his pocket.

“Yes. I did. Y/n never told you?” even through the monotone sound Adeline swore she could hear the hint of pain there. You told her Chrollo didn’t feel much, but when he did they were pretty strong emotions.

“No...” it was the only word she could think of to respond with. At first, she didn’t know how to feel. She didn’t blame you or anything, understanding that she was young and you must not have wanted to confuse her. You may have even planned to tell her now. Then the reason behind Danny’s outrage hit her like a train.

She gasped out loud, her facial expression giving her away. Chrollo’s own features formed into a visual of worry.

“What? What’s wrong?” almost as if it was his instinct. That gave her even more evidence that he was truly her father. Danny never worried about her, but any slight movement drove Chrollo to panic.

“How long until that guy gets here?”

“Already behind you baby~” a deep voice sounded from behind her. Adeline turned around but was met with a stomach instead of a head. Craning her neck up, she found an exceptionally tall man with tan skin and fluffy grey hair. He smiled down at her.

“So this is Adeline boss?” he was addressing Chrollo, who nodded in response.

“Yes, she’s just finding this out as well. Adeline, meet Uvogin.” he explained. Uvogin made a face down at the both of them.

“Wait, you’re saying y/n never told you Chrollo was your daddy?” he kneeled down to her level, she could see his level of confusion even better now. She shook her head.

“Honestly, I suspected considering that my appearance is much like that of his own. Especially in the eyes and the nose,” she turned to face Chrollo who was also watching her, “and I looked nothing like Dan either.” she explained, finding herself being rather analytical. It wasn’t unlike her, as she grew she came to terms with the fact that she enjoyed learning and finding out new things. You always told her that she was intelligent. Uvogin laughed though, standing back up all the way.

“Damn boss she even sounds like you. It’s adorable. Anyway, where do you want me to put this thing? I assume this is Danny?” Uvogin wrapped his hand around the corpse’s waist, throwing it over his shoulder. The sight made Adeline sick and she doubled over again, nearly throwing up. Chrollo was at her side in an instant, holding on to her to make sure she didn’t fall.

“Sorry babe, I forgot you’re not used to that.” Uvogin turned his head away in apology. Adeline raised her hand to signal that he was fine but didn’t turn around for another minute or so, Chrollo soothing her the whole time. She felt dizzy when she met Uvogin’s eyes. The little names her called her were of some comfort, considering this must have been Chrollo’s–her father’s–friend. 

“Well, I’ll just take it with me so you two can have your moment or whatever. Tell her everything.” Uvogin sent a finger gun Chrollo’s way and sprinted off, leaving the Chrollo and Adeline alone. She was felt slightly perturbed by Uvogin’s absences, it was so quick.

And tell her everything is just what Chrollo did.

Chrollo told her about how he made you leave in an effort to keep you safe. He told her about his background, about the troupe, about you. About how much he missed you. About how badly he wanted to see Adeline born but he couldn’t because he was too far out. Adeline didn’t interrupt with anything, though she still had so many questions, but he kept going. He must have wanted to enforce as much trust in her as he could. It was working.

“I’m sorry for not being there and I’m even more apologetic for driving your mother away, it was for her safety...” his eyes never left hers.

“I understand, and mom does too. She was just upset.” Adeline accepted this apology even though she felt like he shouldn’t even be apologizing. It wasn’t his fault. He was just trying to protect you the best way he could think of. Chrollo let out a breath she didn’t know he was holding.

“Now, please, explain to me why you killed Danny?” there was no filter. It made Adeline’s stomach churn at the thought, the feeling of the house key tearing through his skin. She took a deep breath.

“I think mom was going to explain everything to me,” her voice had become shaky. She sat on the ground and curled into herself to gain some comfort as Chrollo followed, an arm draping over her shoulders and keeping her close, “and I think Danny somehow found out... and got upset about it. He liked when I called him ‘daddy’ almost in a like sexual way...” she tried to explain without crying but the word was almost triggering. She hated the way he’d make her use it. He become irrationally upset with her if she called him dad instead of daddy. It was disgusting...

“And I don’t know why... I think he... he just...” she was desperately trying to think of her next words. What could she say next? How should this all go? Chrollo was patient with her the whole time, never getting upset with her or scoffing. He just listened. She was so confused on everything that had just happened and the fact that it all happened so quickly.

“I don’t know, all I remember was that mom said she was going to talk to me and then I went in my room for like 5 minutes and then I heard her screaming,” she sniffled, not able to hold back her tears again. Her head fell into her knees for a few minutes before coming back up to take a deep breath, “and a loud bang against the-the counter. Dan was yelling at her about something, I can’t remember. So I went down to see her and make sure he didn’t hit her like I thought he did, but he did. Chrollo he hurt her...” Adeline was full on sobbing again, feeling another round of bile ease it’s way into her mouth. Chrollo’s grip on her tightened and he rocked her, letting one of his hands rub her arm. She laid her head on his shoulder and he rested his chin on her temple.

“Is she okay now?”

“I don’t know. She told me to just go and get help but instead I got upset and threw the pan she was cooking with at him. Obviously he got mad and started chasing me, so I tried to defend myself as best I could and-”

“It’s okay, I understand. It’s alright...” he continued his motions, keeping her at bay from breaking.

“Do you think you can take me to y/n?” Chrollo asked after Adeline had calmed down. She nodded, standing again.

“Yeah, I wanna make sure she’s okay after all of that. He didn’t get to hurt her too bad that I knew of.” she wiped the tears away with her hand, searching for her jacket somewhere. She found it next to a bush along with her bloody house key. Picking both items up she led Chrollo home, hoping to find you there, okay and at the very least, resting.