#chrollo is having the feels

[queensconquest]

@acandlelitdeath​ said:   "Chrollo." Death spoke softly, getting the man's attention with ease by the use of his real voice. It was a rare thing indeed, but since Chrollo had earned the right they had been trying to use their voice more and more with them. But this is all he says, because soon Chrollo would realize they have company - Owen just barely peaked out of Death's door. Death walks up to his lover and gives him a kiss on the cheek. ' Go with Owen. He needs to show you something. ' The shadows whisper as The Embrace pulls away and allows Chrollo to enter the candle room and for Owen to close the door behind them. He says nothing, for now, and allows the Door to change their location before he opens it again. They're in a desert like area, which Chrollo might or might not recognize. Owen motions for him to follow, though it's only for a few feet before he's stabbing his shovel into the ground, crossing his hands over the top of the handle and staring straight at the troupe leader.

 "Uvogin is buried here." He said with a surprisingly clear voice. "He's decomposed by now, but I can move his remains should you choose. This is a personal request from Death, that I do what you say, for this matter and and one more." Should Chrollo be able to piece it together, he can probably guess who else Owen is referring to.

   The  sound  of  Deaths  voice  was  truly  an  effective  manner  to  draw  the  spider’s  attention  ,  like  a  fly  stuck  to  a  silky  strand  of  webbing.  His  head  lifts  ,  grey  eyes  turning  away  from  the  intricate  ancient  safe  that’d  held  his  interest  (  a  recent  object  of  theft  )  to  look  at  his  lover  with  expectation.  But  that  was  soon  released  when  he  noticed  Owen  hiding  from  behind  the  door.  This  was  .   .  .  odd.

   His  brows  furrow  slightly  ,  the  only  sign  of  the  man’s  confusion  as  he  looks  towards  Death.  But  no  other  information  is  given  to  him  beyond  prompting.  “  Okay.  “  He  agrees  calmly  after  a  moment  ,  setting  aside  the  tools  he’d  been  using  to  stand  up.  He  casually  slides  on  his  signature  coat  as  he  stands  up  and  heads  towards  the  door  and  Owen.  He  doesn’t  say  anything  either  ,  matching  the  silence  while  his  mind  tried  to  piece  together  what  Death  and  Owen  could  possibly  be  up  to.  It  all  simply  comes  up  as  blank.  He has  no  idea.

   Chrollo  glances  around  when  they  step  out  to  see  -  nothing.  It’s  just  desert  all  around.  Nothing  of  particular  importance.  He’s  never  been  to  this  spot.  But  the  markings  on  the  rocks  are  familiar  ,  and  a  quick  glance  upwards  at  the  position  of  the  stars  tields  the  fact  they’re  near  Yorknew  City.  His  head  falls  again  ,  turning  towards  Owen  when  the  other  stabs  into  the  ground.

   Chrollo’s  expression  freezes  ,  breath  trapped  in  his  lungs  for  longer  than  usual.

   His  eyes  fall  to  the  dirt.  They  finally  know  where  Uvogin  had  fallen.  Here  ,  in  the  midst  of  nowhere  with  only  the  night  sky  as  the  witness  to  his  death.  Death  could  be  sweet.  Death  could  be  cruel.  The  line  between  the  two  could  be  so  very  thin  at  times.  Chrollo  wasn’t  sure  which  of  the  two  it  truly  was  when  it  feels  like  another  blade  was  being  pushed  into  his  chest.  Yet  ,  he  supposed  this  was  oddly  fitting.  Those  the  world  rejected  and  despised  left  to  die  in  the  midst  of  nowhere  ,  much  like  Meteor  City.  Better  here  than  some  morgue  in  the  hands  of  the  mafia.  Now  he  knows  where  Uvogin  is  and  it  at  least  partially  reopens  the  wounds.  But  it  is  valuable  information  to  give  to  Nobunaga  above  all  else  -  though  he’s  certain  all  of  them  will  come  visit  one  last  time.  His  chest  aches  at  the  thought.

   “  No.  “  Finally  Chrollo  speaks  ,  staring  at  the  dirt  in  heavy  silence.  He  doesn’t  mind  letting  the  weight  of  his  sadness  be  witnessed  by  the  ancient  ,  loose  strands  of  hair  swaying  in  the  wind.  “  There’s  nowhere  else  for  him  to  go.  “  He  exhales  ,  closing  his  eyes.  “  He  was  a  fighter  through  and  through.  Taking  him  from  his  battlefield  wouldn’t  be  right.  “  Slowly  his  eyes  opened  again  ,  glancing  around.  Here  and  there  he  could  still  see  proof  of  the  intense  battle  between  him  and  the  chain  user.  There  a  part  of  the  cliff  destroyed.  There  a  crater  he  knew  to  be  from  Uvogin’s  Nen.  Ghosts  of  the  past  everywhere  in  the  Earth  ,  though  one  day  those  too  would  likely  vanish.

   One  more.  Pakunoda.  Fallen  not  in  battle  but  by  choice  for  his  sake.  Two  legs  lost  in  one  venture.  His  head  turns  towards  Owen.  “  Where  is  she  ?  “  A  calmly  spoken  question  ,  but  there  were  traces  of  woe  and  loss  treaded  through  it  like  the  finest  lacework.  What  would  he  do  with  hers  ?  Unless  someone  had  MOVED  it  ,  then  Chrollo  had  a  good  idea  -  but  the  question  was  still  asked  when  Owen  would  know  the  unchanging  truth.  These  choices  were  ones  he  never  expected  to  make.  Spiders  fell  where  the  fell.  If  they  were  retrievable  ,  then  the  Troupe  could  do  something.  If  not  ,  then  that  was  tat.  Now  however  there  was  choice.

[rae-pss]

masterlist

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . listening to tu falta de querer (by mon laferte) makes me hallucinate (/j). may have a second part (if I'm able to put myself to write it), and even a third one. ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, angst (?), gn reader who's said to wear make-up, remember that this is from reader's pov so we never know what actually happened.

surely, it was all a joke. a devastating, heartbreaking lie on its twisted side. one that destroyed the day when at the altar, standing up there, with that beautiful outfit, makeup and hairstyle done, with all those people present there waiting for the union... a damn joke that was evident to every and each one's eyes on your wedding day.

your supposedly happiest day became the very day that put an end to a years-long relationship. the humiliation was monumentally overwhelming like no other when from the seconds, the minutes, the hours he did not appear. his damned figure was nowhere to be seen nearby.

he didn't respond to messages or calls. not from friends, not from family, and much less to yours.

oh, the translucent tears that overflowed from your eyes bathed in the deepest, desperate sadness.

oh, the streams of salty water that flowed across your cheeks as if it were their natural flow.

oh, the trembling of your body, a violent movement that brought you to the ground on your knees when you realized that all your love was a joke, a lie.

gojo satoru, toji fushiguro (jjk); dazai osamu, nikolai gogol, fyodor dostoyevsky (bsd); hisoka morrow, chrollo lucilfer (hxh); kaeya alberich, tartaglia/childe (genshin); hol horse, illuso (jjba); apollo (snv/ror); ran haitani, hanma shuuji (tokrev); oliver aiku, shidou ryusei, michael kaiser (bllk); douma (kny); anyone you can think of.

[muri-em]

—Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides.

[shyminnie07]

My own sleeping beauty (Chrollo-Fluff)

Today is just a day where you don´t want to leave your bed, where simply getting out of bed is a horrible task, where brushing your teeth seems impossible, where the thought of eating breakfast makes you sick because you'd have to get out of bed first.

And you know you have to get up because it´s not healthy to let your depression wash all over you again and chain you to your bed to rot. But you just can't help it. You really can't. So to tune your negative thoughts off, you simply turn to the other side and shut your eyes for another dreamless nap. You already know that it´ll leave you even more exhausted than now.

After some time, you´re being woken up by your boyfriend, who is gently stroking your hair and calling your name. Lazily, you turn to your back to look at him while mentally scolding yourself for spending the whole day sleeping.

"Good morning, my dear," he chuckles. "Or should I say good evening?" You can´t help but feel guilty for doing nothing productive today. Starting to hate yourself for being like this then hating on yourself again for feeling so much hate for your own brain, which is a never ending cycle of growing hate towards you.

"Sorry, I should have made dinner for us since you´ve been working this whole week while I´ve been at home doing nothing." You slowly sit yourself up and try to rub the sleep out of your eyes, feeling ashamed. "I just don´t know what´s wrong with me. I can´t even say that I´ve rested well," you feel the tears welling in your eyes as you explain yourself to your boyfriend, "I dont know why this keeps happening to me like last week I've been doing so well but now I have this urge to isolate myself and rot away in my bed... I'm sorry."

Chrollo knows that you sometimes struggle with your mental health which worries him a lot when he's not with you. Thinking and researching of ways to help you like buying you a nice bullet journal for to-do lists or hiding little self-written poems so that when you do something like cooking you'd find it inbetween the plates. But even those are sometimes not enough.

Now that you´re sitting he lets his hand slide down to cup your cheek and says"My love, there is nothing to feel guilty about. I won´t judge you for you are only human too" He then grabs you gently by your waist and pulls you onto his lap so that he can embrace you. "Even if you were to sleep all year long I´d not leave your side," he whispers while rubbing your back. "You are like my own sleeping beauty, who only awakens with the gentle touch of true love".

His words never fail to fluster you, leaving you wondering how he can still be in love with you even though you can be such a mess sometimes. Overwhelmed by his statement, you can´t find the right words to say something back, so you just sigh and lean your head in the crook of his neck.

Suddenly he stands up with you in his arms "How does a bath together sound to you, my dear?" Without waiting for your answer he proceeds to walk to your shared bathroom and put you down on the closed toilet so that he can prepare the bath. While the tub is filling up with water, Chrollo gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead and instructs you to wait there for him.

While he was gone, you forced yourself to stand up and brush your teeth then to throw a bath ball into the now full tub. Chrollo enters the bathroom again with fresh clothes for you and him in his hand and smiles lovingly as he sees you. He puts the clothes on the washing machine and helps you out of your pajama.

After helping you into the bathtub he takes off his outfit as well and puts it with your clothes in the basket. Chrollo then sits down behind you in the bathtub while grabbing the sponge and gently cleaning your back. "My beloved, I´m so proud of you" he whispers, "Despite your own mind turning against you, you have not given up. And I admire you for that, my love," he puts the sponge away and starts washing your hair with soft and gentle motions.

"For most people, waking up with energy and self-love is a given. But not for you - you have to struggle with your own thoughts and mind everyday." He takes your jaw into his hand and slightly turns it to him so that he can give you a soft kiss on the temple, "But my dear, you are still standing strong and fighting. So I can´t help but be proud of you, my precious angel."

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[teabutmakeitazure]

‘*buttons up* you’ll get cold’ - I can’t deal with this 😭

But honestly one thing that I can see Chrollo’s darling doing is just calling him out on his endless attempts at seducing her with the barest proof of skin, like why are you doing this in the middle of breakfast? Can’t we have one peaceful meal for once?

this man has had his brain molded after rooting tombs of classical literature, and probably thinks that naked ankles are the epitome of eroticism or something, the sort of guy that would genuinely suffer from an internal turmoil when confronted with a decently exposed shoulder, and since his mind works in this manner he just supposes that his darling’s does too, and that she’ll lose it all for some slightly unbuttoned shirts that he not so discretely attempts to bring into her periphery…

He thinks he's being sly unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall off a shoulder teasingly, but it's 9 am and you're trying to eat breakfast so put the damn shirt on properly or don't wear it if it's so hard. Honestly, it's very annoying. Chrollo thinks that you're just like him, someone who would blow a fuse if they saw the person they hold feelings for expose an ankle or forearms

He doesn't understand why you only cringe in response. At first, he mistook your scoldings for you being in denial of your attraction towards him, thus your demands that he cover up properly. But when you had blatantly stated that showing skin like that is improper and frankly annoying because it's Chrollo of all people, he realised that he had perhaps misunderstood

This doesn't mean that he will stop. Just that the subtle skin exposure will be more subtle now

Doesn't stop you from telling him to dress properly or not at all. Sometimes Chrollo feels tempted to do the latter

[ddarker-dreams]

"What was your childhood like, Chrollo? You were a child once, right???"

"I take it this is your attempt at understanding me better?"

You muster the most unimpressed stare you can and direct it at him, earning a chuckle for your efforts. He isn’t wrong per se, it’s just that everything sounds infinitely worse coming from his lips. He could be telling you how to diffuse a bomb and you’d still choose not to do it, solely because him being right pisses you off that much. 

It may be petty, but anyone else would be too, if they were forced to be around Chrollo as often as you are. 

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night. I mostly just want to know what went wrong to turn you into the man you are today,” your caustic reply is like water off a duck’s back; for he smiles, an eerie smile at that.  

There’s a pause in the conversation. He glances outside the window, since you’re both occupying the front seat, an antenna with bat wings stuck into the driver’s nape. You eye his reflection as it intermingles with the blurred, passing city lights. Your heart writhes inside you at the sight. Not due to any sympathy for dredging up bad memories, oh no, but because of how odd it is. 

A monster such as himself doesn’t deserve to wear an expression like that.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. He’s supposed to rile you up in some way, then you’ll add wood to the fire, and he’ll pour some gasoline—

“It was... nice, for a time,” he still isn’t looking at you. “By no means ideal. Still, I found something to enjoy each day. I didn’t know how big the world was just yet. Or what all awaited out there in it.” 

You swallow thickly, finding your voice after some difficulty. “And when you did find out? What happened then?” 

His eyes flicker over to your form, as if he wasn’t expecting the inflection of your voice to be so soft either. You swear you intended the question to come out harsher. The end result was far from it. You’re not asking because you care, you swear you aren’t. Not after all he’s done to you. What he will continue doing to you. 

Chrollo comes to a silent realization then — and you do too. 

This is what separates you from the likes of him, what he can never steal for himself if he tried.

Your humanity. 

“I think you already know the answer to that,” Chrollo conjects. It could be your imagination, but you think he almost sounds sad. “You’re looking at what came of it, after all.” 

[gumihoni]

togashi breaking my heart since 2002 for real

[isaut]

what do you think about all the Chrollo x reader stories that are always yandere. I personally feel like it’s too ooc for him. I agree he’s very dark and I guess you could say ‘evil’ to an extent, but I can’t understand why he’d treat his s/o like how ‘yanderes’ do. Wouldn’t he treat his s/o like family like he does the troupe? Idgi 🥲

I just wanna read smthin where he’s not literally being a r*pist

lmao i think no matter what universe you put chrollo in hes yandere. i also think no matter what universe you put him in chrollo isn’t a rapist.

yandere basically means that someone is sick with love— and will do anything to have their love fulfilled. i always think about yukako yamagashi from jjba. girl will do anything to get with koichi.

and i think that because of chrollo’s belief in fate (that he must both bend to the will of and write his own) makes him the perfect yandere. he thinks that he can make you fall in love with him no matter what he does.

but you’re right, in he isn’t a yandere that’s going to kidnap you and lock you up. instead, he’s going to spend days months years courting you until you’re in so deep he can throw the key into the ocean. he loves the thrill of the chase. his eye is on the prize but he can wait it out. watching you slowly fall into his trap, watching you willing fall into his trap provides him with all the satisfaction in the world. (think of a spider weaving a web around the most beautiful butterfly he’s ever seen with no thoughts other than: pretty. want for myself.)

he wants true love. he wants to believe in love in first sight. he also believes in nudging true love to happen. giving it a helpful little push. an object in motion stays in motion, after all.

[deathfavor]

@yeonban said: do you need a hug? / Shal & Chrollo... either after Uvo's/Paku's deaths or after his own & Kortopi's!

It should be a simple answer in theory. But Chrollo Lucilfer is a ghost, and things are rarely simple when it comes to phantoms and spirits. He is a ghost to the world, existing despite the fact that there is no hard proof - no birth certificate, no records, nothing. One simply has to have faith in the fact his is real. Not unlike faith in a god, not unlike faith in a ghost or demon. He is a greater ghost to himself than to the world. He is his own holy church and Hadean prison. Haunted and spectre all in one.

Shalnark's question provokes a moment of reposeful reflection within himself. Does he need a hug? What does he need? Unlike a piece of ancient machinery or mathematical equation, there is no formula to dissect the essence of the human soul. It is not so simply as solving an equation or inputting into a calculator or generator. It will not yield the answer in clear ink and crisp paper. Far too fickle for such limiting constraints.

This is a choice made by sensation. It is made by faith and trust. It is made not by cold and precise calculation, but the spirit's song in cathedral pillars.

" I think so. " Chrollo answers when he's settled upon his truth. There is no right or wrong, there is not even truth and lie. There is what is perceived as his truth and what is not. This answer feels right despite the fact he can neither explain what makes it right nor how he has come to the conclusion: it merely is.

No one has asked this of Chrollo. They look to him with expectation and he strides forward. He wonders if he has lost some fragments of himself somewhere in this approach. Has he left behind pieces of him that needed something? He will never know. All he can know is that this will not be one of those times.

" I do. " He solidifies his answer after a heartbeat passes. He knows Shalnark too ; he would not pose such a question towards him without understanding the possible ramifications of it.

Chrollo still lingers a moment, haunting the threshold of the invitation before he accepts it. He steps closer and sinks into the waiting embrace and it feels like coming home. Everything is not as it once was, time has worn the pillars and sealings, but it is no less a home for that. It is always what the troupe is. For all the blood spilled and crimes committed, Chrollo has always been at his best when he is not adrift at sea, but with someone. Be it the whole troupe, a handful, or just one. He finds himself there in a way he doesn't elsewhere.

He closes his eyes for a moment, allowing himself a momentarily reprieve from the cross-like burden of leader for a brief moment. He would not trade the cross for anything, and Chrollo is a master at concealing the skeletal fractures that sometimes splinter out. But Shalnark is just as sharp to see most of them when they happen to crack and appear. ( And in truth, all of this has pushed him towards an intensity of emotion he is not familiar with. ) He allows himself this time to rest in the safety of Shalnark's embrace. He's warm and alive.

" Thank you. "

[our-hands-mean-death]

my favorite nasty sick boys

[yeonban]

Thinking about Shal's pics of the troupe and how they range from high quality photos of the arm-wrestling tournaments & certain troupe members staying still for the pics or at least close enough to it (Chrollo, Feitan, Kortopi, Paku, Machi, Shizuku, Bonolenov, Hisoka, Kalluto) to blurry pics taken unfortunately exactly when the subject decided to move or right as Shal started to run for his life from the spider in question when they noticed he was taking pics of them in secret (Phinks, Nobunaga, Franklin, Uvo)... I imagine most if not all of the pics are very lively & really show the soul of the troupe

[seoafin]

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[teabutmakeitazure]

I had so much fun reading burgeon. Chrollo is such an ass I love it. I loved how reader was not buying his shit in the beginning. Chrollo also made his scheme to get reader for himself way too complicated. She already said yes she'd date you, why do you need to turn things up to 100? (Also I couldn't help but imagine chrollo flipping through recipes when he was deciding what nen ability to traumatize reader with🤣)

Reader's reaction to him approaching with zero warning was warranted. If a random handsome stranger sits at your table without even asking to, it'd be pretty awkward or just plain uncomfortable 😬

Chrollo was trying his level best to convince reader that he just wants to make friends whereas reader is thinking, "I'm pretty sure this guy's messing around. Oh well, time to shake him off!" But he just changes answers till reader gives in lol. We know better than to trust handsome men 😤

Also!! Making him as bastardly as possible was an absolute pleasure 😌. There's just something spiritually, emotionally and mentally fulfilling about writing such characters and I just *clenches fist*. My personal favourite was the "yeah but do you stab?" scene. It's probably the absurdity of the situation and timing of the joke

Chrollo's decision to go over the top with his 'courting' was a little funny to me as well. Reader literally says that there's no opposition to the idea of a relationship from her side and Chrollo still goes, "Hm. I'll kidnap her. It's more fun." Honestly, I'm guessing he chose that course of action simply because he wanted to play around (I wrote the fic, why am I guessing?)

Lastly!!! The image of Chrollo flipping through Bandit's Secret like a weekend magazine was exactly what I was trying to convey! He just looks over the abilities and goes, "This is too over the top. This one's mid. Eh, this one's too bloody. I can't have her faint, so skip," and so on. He's looking for an ability that'll be perfect for scaring reader but also not leave a mess since there's always the chance of passing out before it's over so he was taking his time 😌

[fuckkyourlife]

How did this happen its like something creeped out of the depths of my brain and put me in a CHOKEHOLD!!!! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME

Me right now because chrollo deserves no rights being the way he is

[hirazuki]

I caught up again with Hunter x Hunter I keep forgetting it’s no longer on hiatus and keep falling behind lmao and

let the kidnappings and murders be associated with the Kurta clan please Togashi I am begging T_T

[elxsticlxve]

Hisoka has appeared-- what to do?

Caress cheek

Worship

Hold hands

Play dead