i think it was real sexy of togashi to make chrollo the head of twelve apostles leader of thieves who meet in an abandoned church and have judas hisoka turn against them because he wants to be like satan and challenge god to fight chrollo who uses the bible a book to harness his power
an analysis of chrollo in the aftermath of his battle with hisoka
⚠️ this post contains major manga spoilers! ⚠️
it’s really interesting how chrollo truly didn’t give a fuck about dying when kurapika captured him (his confidence was also boosted by the fortune)
yet he refused to fight hisoka until he was 100% certain he’d win
he clearly enjoys the game of fighting, and even took risks to try to steal zeno’s nen during their battle:
but he reminds me of illumi in how he closely calculates the odds — illumi doesn’t fight, he assassinates.
I wonder if chrollo already suspected hisoka would be fatal trouble to the troupe if he died — that’s why he kept hisoka on a string for so long until he KNEW he’d kill him
so the murderous rage he feels now must not only be from the pain of losing two more of his beloved spiders, but from the guilt that it happened because he failed to protect them
and adding insult to injury, hisoka had said this before their battle:
let’s also take a moment to remember his motivations. from the beginning, the only thing that has truly mattered to chrollo — even more than treasure, winning, or his own life — is the legacy of his spider:
so in the end, did chrollo really win the match? yes, he killed hisoka, but hisoka 1) came back to life, 2) snapped off two legs of the spider (basically chrollo’s family), and 3) halted all troupe activities — including stealing! —
— until they tracked hisoka down and killed him once and for all.
now, both the troupe and illumi are wrapped up in hisoka’s game of catch — and with hisoka overturning his victory by resurrection, killing off two of his troupe members, and vowing to destroy the spider, it’s no wonder chrollo’s out for another requiem.
“Everything. We’re taking everything that’s up for auction.”
“Are you scared, Uvogin?”
“Kill them. Kill every person who interferes.”
from the color palette & ost (esp when the music stops) to the script and uvogin’s voice literally trembling from excitement, just everything about this scene is so badass and so well done
why tf the genei ryodan walking to york new thru a fucking desert. hisoka rents a private plane. they’ve stolen millions of jenny. get a fuckignn train ticket
summary: over the years it’s become easier to keep your feelings for your boss quiet but when he asked you to pose as his date during a mission your facade becomes much less convincing.
w/c: 7569
tags: mutual pining, exhibitionism, closet sex, excessive use of pet names
notes: jesus chriiiisst this took a million years. totally worth it tho. this was a request from @ddarker-dreams so thanks for the idea u jerk ily.
The Yul National Treasury was one of the most renowned institutions the world had ever seen, reopening as the new pride and joy of the nation of Yul. It was a small province that had just come into some serious money after its two neighboring countries had gone to war, profiting from both sides.
Its ruler, Markus Ano, was drunk on the power that had evaded him all his life, wasting away royalties on lavish parties to flaunt the wealth he’d accumulated. Tonight would be the biggest one yet, as the country’s fearless leader had just signed a contract meant to expand Yul’s borders and planned to celebrate accordingly. But, unlike his other galas, it wasn’t being held at his mansion. It was being held at the treasury.
You almost hadn’t believed Chrollo when he told you. Why would the supreme leader host a party there, where priceless artifacts and deeds of cash flow would be so ripe for the taking?
“It’s a brazen act of confidence,” Your boss had explained, “a flimsy attempt to make himself seem credible to the other world’s leaders. He’s daring any mercenary groups to crash the party.”
Shalnark’s eyebrows furrowed, his expression clear from the glow on his phone screen in the decrepit building, “Why would Ano want that?”
“To be taken seriously. If his military can fend off any attackers he believes it will increase his social standing with the other government officials.”
That made you confused. Chrollo had specifically called the Troupe’s recon members to Yul but from what your boss said it sounded like they were expecting a fight. Looking across the dimly lit building you saw the silhouettes of Machi, Paku, and Shalnark all wondering the same thing.
Your boss, insightful as ever, answered that unasked question, “We won’t be getting in there by force. If we try to barge our way in they’ll relocate the goods far before we find them. Our only option is to infiltrate the gala,” Chrollo held up four envelopes to the moonlight, each sealed in a garish purple wax, “Shalnark will provide support from here and the rest of us will pose as guests,”
His gaze focused on the blonde manipulator, “Can you access the hunter website to find out who the captains of the security team are?”
“Consider it done.”
“Excellent. Pakunoda will track down the captain and learn where they’re keeping our target. It’s either stored in one of the safes below the ballroom or somewhere else in the building.”
He called back the attention of the two women in the back of the room, “Machi, Paku, you will both arrive together. I assume your nen will be enough to restrain the guard silently?” He asked, gesturing towards Machi specifically. She didn’t say anything, just gave him a curt nod.
You willed your voice not to break as you spoke, “Um.. boss?” Keeping a level gaze with Chrollo when his wide, dark eyes flickered over to yours was more than a challenge, “what are we stealing?”
He smiled, and your treacherous heart skipped a scattered beat.
Synopsis: Being dragged to heavens arena was always a fun time, especially when you were able to watch your lover fight. Things were going well until you saw Gon, and then things began to crumble.
The buzzing in your pocket was going unnoticed by you but not by the white-haired boy beside you. He looked over at you with furrowed brows, for the first time since the fight between Gon and Hisoka started did he truly notice your disheveled state. Your hair was messy, your eyes wide, your face pale, you looked as if you had seen a ghost…
Killua was beginning to worry…
“Hey, your phone is buzzing” he coughed out in an angry tone as if he was annoyed by your tearful eyes glued to the fight below. You turned to look at him before fishing out the phone in your pocket, tilting it away from Killua in case it was who you thought it was.
‘I’m having the troop members meet up on September 1st, will you be okay till then?’
The sound of the crowd grew quiet around you as the only sound you could hear was the rushing of your own blood in your ears. September 1st… It was close, but it wasn’t now. No, you needed Chrollo here now. This fight had to stop… It had to!
“Hey!”
You slammed shut your phone before turning once more to a slightly worried Killua. You knew Hisoka better than anyone here, your worry spoke volumes to how much danger Gon was in and it made him panic. Forcing a smile to your lips, you shoved your phone back into your pocket. “Hey! Sorry, got distracted” you giggled out pathetically, telling yourself over and over again that he was reading you like a book and that you had to be careful. Turning back to the fight, you took a deep breath… Hisoka wouldn’t kill Gon.
Not right now at least.
The fight ended with Gon being pummeled and with Hisoka walking free without a scratch on his body. To say it angered you was an understatement, but what angered you more was the fact that his eyes were on you the entire time. It felt like mocking… But it wasn’t, it almost felt like desire. A shiver rippled through you as you came up to Gon in bed, damp cloth in your clutches as you sat beside him. Gon stirred a bit as Killua came in, at the sight of Gon waking up, Killua hastily made his way over.
“Hey Killua, I was just-”
“ARE YOU AN IDIOT!?
A smile flew to your lips as Killua began scolding Gon for all of the mistakes he made, you knew he meant well, even if he was a terrifying 12-year-old. Deciding to get some fresh air, you stepped out of the room and headed towards the doors. More importantly, you wanted to hear his voice.
Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him, calm and composed, your true safe space-
Something tugged on your arm, stopping in your tracks as your blood ran cold. "I went easy on him you know” your hand mindlessly caressed the phone in your pocket, wanting nothing more than to have the man you were just thinking of beside you. “Easy is a funny word… Mind letting me go” you replied cooly, eyes floating slowly over towards the man leaning against the wall.
Hisoka was looking back at you with hunger in his eyes, and you knew what that meant. He always loved fighting, loved it a little too much. “I dont want to. Not again” he cooed out, finger flicking up to yank you towards him. Your hand grabbed the phone as you stumbled towards him, finger hitting the speed dial button for Chrollos number.
Hisoka caught you in his embrace, arms wrapping tightly around you as he nuzzled his face in your neck. “I do adore you” he purred against your clammy skin, tongue sticking out to lick up the salty sweat. You tried to cock your head from him and managed to choke out a 'Please let me go Hisoka’. You felt your phone vibrate, signaling the call had ended and you felt relief flood your veins when Hisoka’s phone began to rang.
He let out a groan before letting you go to get his own phone.
“It’s the boss-”
“Oh good. Tell him I said hi. I gotta go” you blurted out, finally catching your breath as you backed away from him. He sent a glare your way but let you go regardless. “I’ll see you again my dear”
You gulped before turning and rushing back upstairs.
