#yandere chrollo

Night and Day- pt. 3 (Yandere!Chrollo x Autistic!Reader)

Part three for y'all. Remember, this is based off of my own experiences with Autism and living Nurodivergent with chronic illnesses (mental and physical). This may not be exact to the experiences others have had.

Warnings; Yandere and all that comes with it, Chrollo and all that comes with him (including but not limited to; stealing, murder, blood, narcissism, smart ass, casual indiscriminate slaughter), autistic reader, female bodied and pronouned reader, slight infantilism, any negative comments said have been said to or about me so it is as accurate as I can make it, word ‘retard’ is used against reader, reader clap-back, NSFW, anxiety for something new is rough, Chrollo can be very patient when it means he gets something, mention of pregnancy, slight breeding kink, slight corruption kink, praise kink,

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Nen was such an unusual and unique thing. So many different expressions of nen that a person can learn and so many that still have to be created. Something so fluid in motion that it can change as the wielder changes in their life. It is present in everyone but so few can use nen and even fewer have perfected the craft.

So it came as an honest surprise to Chrollo when he realized just what your Nen actually did. He discovered the abilities of your Nen the same time you did due to a completely random occurrence where your newly awoken nen actually showed itself and the sheer power it had. You hadn’t even tried to use an ability at the time, but that didn’t stop it from happening and it was surprising for everyone else around you as well.

It was at least a month after that initial rocky introduction to your soulmate and you felt more relaxed around him as each day passed. Not once had he tried to 'correct’ any of your subconscious behaviors or to shush you when you got a bit carried away while talking to him. He still had yet to find any true predictable pattern to your brain, but he was becoming more used to you and the general way you thought about the things around you.

Sometimes he would stop reading his book to ask you what things you could hear or what happened to be on your mind at any given time. The Troupe began to learn more than they thought possible from these random times Chrollo would have you list off the things that caught your attention. They began to realize the scope of your attention radius on the world around you, the little things you noticed and remarked on, things that they didn’t even realize they did that you would pick up on.

You were a spectator to almost everything that was around you yet you could also easily miss something near you due to so intensely listening to the world farther away from you. They even picked up on how much you would mirror them during conversations, matching certain behaviors and taking note of responses they typically gave. If pointed out, you immediately stop the behavior and close up mentally, retreating into the quiet social shell that you created and giving short responses until you opened back up.

It also became increasingly clear to the troupe that any time you would curl back into that shell, Chrollo would be irate with whoever caused it. They knew their beloved leader was trying to break you- his one and only soulmate- from that societal yoke and any negative progress was met with ire. The Troupe was significantly lacking in that learned obedient behavior due to growing up in Meteor City while having to fend for themselves, so they really hadn’t realized the way you internalized every response and planned yourself accordingly. You grew up with this social curve of action and response, not even on the same curve as your peers so you took many things quite seriously and personally in an attempt at playing catch up.

The Troupe knew how to act semi-normal in a typical setting, but they had the advantage of just knowing how to act. It became increasingly obvious that you did indeed have a specifically crafted mirror of a personality that you used to primarily avoid conflict or others. That crafted personality made them want to know what it was that lay beneath and what the true unshackled you would be capable of.

It was partially what led to your Nen lashing out.

You hadn’t meant to, not really. But you were having a less than talkative moment, staring at nothing in particular and generally just existing in your own brain while your body remained idle when it happened.

You had been among Chrollo and the other Spiders when some group of thugs decided they wanted to ransack the place. Their hollering and shouts at the Troupe served as a less than gentle way to pull you back into reality, feeling your panic engulf you with every shout. Though the troupe wasn’t bothered in the slightest when the men drew their guns, your brain kicked you into both freezing up and lashing out.

Physically you did not move, but regarding your nen, the world morphed around you and bent to your anxieties. The decorative statues became animated and fiercely protective of you, the very building you sat in groaning to life in order to deal with the men that you felt so terrified of. Doors slammed shut and the men quickly became the ones who were trapped instead of the other way around.

Pillars moved, rooms changed, furniture came to life and sought only the deaths of the men responsible for your stress. The main downside was the fact that you unintentionally closed yourself off, the building itself hiding you away. It took Chrollo several hours to find you tucked away in the heart of the living building, cowering and trying to block out the unfamiliar sounds that thundered around you far too loudly.

He managed to calm you with his relaxed tone and steady heart-beat, letting you curl against his chest and hide from the chaos you unintentionally created. As you calmed the building returned to its former self, releasing those inside from the trap it had become. The Troupe wanted to know just how you did what you did, knowing the limitations of Nen and how a few of the oddities they encountered didn’t follow basic Nen laws. You were exhausted and unable to answer the questions they had, falling asleep in the comforting arms of Chrollo as he held you close.

That day, you learned many truths about not only yourself but about the fact that you had rather aggressive Nen. Your Nen quite literally changed the world around you. Chrollo believed it to be an illusion at first, but after searching the living building he began to realize the sheer effect your Nen had on the world around you. He wanted to test the capabilities of your Nen and see all it was able to do, but it became quickly apparent that your Nen was linked to your stress; the more stressed you were, the stronger you Nen became.

To Chrollo, learning the extent of your Nen was not worth the stress it would put you through, not to mention the amount of stress you had to be in for it to even manifest properly.

For now, Chrollo allowed your Nen to remain an enigma. He would work more on it with you later, but his primary goal at that moment was to gently extract you from your social shell, all without distressing you too much.

Now you sat on his lap, quietly tapping some unknown beat on his arm as he read his book. Chrollo figured you could use some time outside and so he brought you to a rather quiet park and settled on a bench with you. He was quite content to relax with you when an obnoxious voice drew his attention from his book.

“Hey there, handsome.”

He glanced up to see a woman who was adorned with gemstones and wore a lipstick shade that was obnoxiously bright for her complexion. She clearly didn’t care that he was obviously interested in his book and you were seated on his lap. In fact, she looked at you the way one would look at something detestable writhing on filth.

“How about you ditch the spaz and let me show you a real woman?”

You slightly flinched at the harsh words, the soft tapping of your fingers stopping almost immediately. It was clear you were uncomfortable, but you tried to ignore the woman and look anywhere except for at her.

“I have a real woman already.”

“Oh, please. It’s cute that you’re being so nice to a retard but-”

Chrollo had enough of the woman squawking and insulting you, moving to silence the annoyance before you spoke, your voice dripping with venom.

“And yet, he still wants this 'retard’ more than he wants you.”

“Ugh, why do you think you can even speak to me-?”

“I’m not speaking to you. I am speaking at you. To imply I am talking to you would mean you have any awareness of the world around you when it is obvious you can only see your own nose, despite how deeply buried in your ass it is.”

Even with the situation, Chrollo wanted to laugh. Here this random woman was with her mouth hanging open like a fish as if she couldn’t understand that you were capable of talking and had insulted her. He almost wanted to just let the scene play out, so pleased you could hiss out insults the way you did when you usually would close up.

“Wh-”

“Just stop talking.”

“You can’t say that to me!”

“But you can say it to me?”

“Of course I can! Retards don’t understand-”

“What I don’t understand in this situation is why you’re still here. Are you that desperate for approval that you think you can bother a couple who want not a damn thing to do with you? Or is it you’re so used to getting what you want your spoiled ass can’t comprehend the idea of someone telling you to fuck off?”

“I-”

As amusing as Chrollo found the exchange, he was already at the end of his patience with the woman. His movements were so fast neither you nor the woman realized he had done anything before she was falling to the ground dead, a ballpoint pen sticking out of her forehead. Naturally, seeing a person rather suddenly die made your anxieties raise, even though the perpetrator was the very same man who held you so carefully on his lap.

“Why did-?”

“I do appreciate you snapping at that woman for her actions, it is quite refreshing to see you not shy away from conflict like you typically do. However, I didn’t appreciate the way she spoke to you and the way she spoke about you.”

“But did she need to die?”

“Oh, my love, you are such a sweet person. You try so hard to be kind to others and to avoid arguing…” Chrollo chuckled softly as if he had told a joke, “I’ve killed more people over less.”

He hummed and kissed your temple gently, seeming to wrap himself around you as best he could. Everything about the two of you seemed so polar opposite, it was amusing to Chrollo to know just how similar yet different you were from one another.

“Be as gentle as you want, love. You may be hesitant to snap at them, but I will happily kill them for you.”

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“I don’t know, Chrollo… I’ve never- I haven’t-”

“I know. How fortunate I am in the perfect position to teach you.”

“I don’t want to mess up-”

“Let me lead you.”

You bit your lip hesitantly and drummed your fingers against your bouncing thigh, wondering just how much trust you were willing to give this man. He had proven time and time again that he was different from all others you’ve met, even when compared to the troupe he was different. Since the moment you two met, he had been trying to understand you and what makes your brain tick. Chrollo has done so much to work away at that mask of yours just to sneak a peak at the you beneath it all.

“I’m not taking any pills-”

“I know how to use a condom, (y/n), and there are many options to choose from. I would love to make you nice and round with my child, to see your soft breasts fill up with milk as your body creates a physical representation of my affections and my need for you, but I can just as easily live without. I also know you are terrified of what I may think of you during all of this, I will say every thought I have out loud if you truly want me to.”

He took a step closer to you, taking your hands in his and holding them to his warm chest so you could feel the steady thrum of his heart. You weren’t trying to be difficult, you were nervous and slightly afraid of anything potentially going wrong. Chrollo knew this and planned to help you build up such confidence your anxieties wouldn’t be able to touch you.

The first step was for Chrollo to get you to allow him to be intimate with you in the first place. Beyond that he planned to praise you constantly, to guide you in every step, as well as to provide distraction for you when you became stressed. He was determined to finally get you into his bed and to indulge in your body which had taunted him so from the moment he met you.

“(Y/n),” Chrollo pulled you close, body pressing against your own, “may I love you? Will you let me?”

You bit your lip, watching with almost wary eyes as Chrollo rolled his hips in a relaxed motion against your own. It was true, you wanted to say yes and give in to Chrollo with open arms and an equally open heart. The only thing making you hesitate was your nerves in the situation, so many ways to potentially make a mistake or embarrass yourself around Chrollo.

As if he could sense your hesitation, he gently grasped your hand and pulled it towards himself, guiding you to his unzipped pants. His hard length was obvious when pressed up against you, but it seemed so much more beneath your warm hand. The relaxed pulse of Chrollo’s heartbeat was clear in his stiff length as he pressed your hand onto the apparent bulge.

“Will you let me love you?”

Chrollo asked again, his voice a soft croon in your ear as you felt your body warm up intensely. The most you could manage was a nod as he pulled you to the bed, laying you back against the blankets.

He took his time pulling his coat off, tossing it to the side as he moved on top of you to kiss you ever so gently. His hands were warm against your skin and you felt your anxieties pushing back against your desire to let Chrollo have you fully. You did want to take this next step, but your anxieties always gnawed away at your mind and try to force you to reject him.

Chrollo gently trailed kisses down your neck, ensuring to leave several marks that would make his claim over you quite clear to anyone who saw them. It seemed like Chrollo was well versed in intimacy, each touch so delicate despite the fact you knew he could snap bones with a mere flex. When his warm hands reached your chest, you couldn’t stop the anxious whine that escaped you, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to keep yourself under control.

“I told you, I will say every thought out loud if I need to. So, I want to tell you exactly what just having you here is doing to me…” He slowly cupped one breast, his arm next to your head holding up his weight as he murmured in your ear, “just the thought of us doing this gets me so hard. I had little interest in pleasure except when I needed to use it for information, now I’m so starved for your attention the mere thought makes me ache.”

He continued to hum those soft words like a sinner confessing every deep detail of their crimes. The full and plump lips brushing against your skin sent shivers through your body, feeling a persistent throb between your legs. Chrollo was still slowly caressing your body with his hand, hips pressing up so firmly against your throbbing core.

“The amount of wet dreams I’ve had of making you pass out from pleasure would make a degenerate blush. Your voice,” he kissed your ear gently, “your face twisted with pleasure,” his hand slowly lifted your shirt, seeming to slice through with not a scrap of resistance, “your exhausted body clenching down on me just right,” your bra joined the forming pile of clothes on the floor, “all the way down to how your soft holes taste. Just using my tongue to make you squirt for me, tasting your soft and warm insides.”

Chrollo moaned lowly against your body, taking one of your breasts in his mouth and toying with the other. He was intentionally being louder than he usually would, using his own pleasured sounds to get you riled up and help you feel more relaxed around him during this process. He switched breasts and moved his hand down to unbutton your pants, slowly pulling then off of you, stopping for a moment whenever you whined.

As he managed to successfully remove the obstructing clothes, you found the courage to open your eyes and look down your front at him. Chrollo was trailing kisses down your soft body and staring up at you, the intense eye contact making you yelp and look away. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he slid his hand beneath the last article of clothing you had, cupping your dripping heat with his hand.

“Mmm… You’re so wet for me, love. I need you so badly.”

Your underwear slid off of your hips and down your legs, leaving you completely bare to Chrollo’s intense gaze. Impulsively, you covered your eyes and tried to block out both the embarrassment and the anxiety of the situation. You heard Chrollo’s clothes dropping to the floor as well and jerked slightly when his hands returned to your hips.

“My beautiful (y/n)… Won’t you please look at me?”

It took a moment for you to work up the courage to look past your fingers and down at Chrollo, his stormy eyes seeming to glint at your attention. He held that eye contact as he settled between your legs, refusing to look away as his tongue dragged up your sensitive heat. You couldn’t help the way you gasped, eyes closing once more as you mewled with every following slow lick.

“Fuck,” he moaned, trying to dig his tongue deeper into you between words, “you taste so good..! I want all of you…”

Chrollo knew exactly how he was working you up gently, not just stuffing himself in you and fucking away his troubles. Two fingers joined his tongue, slowly sliding into you one at a time as he suckled on your clit passionately.

“(Y/n),” Chrollo prompted softly, “tell me what you’re feeling.”

“I- I’m feeling- so fucking good..!”

“Want me to keep going?”

“Yes!”

“Want me to stop?”

“N-no! Please- please, Chrollo, don’t stop!”

“Such a good girl…”

You whined and moaned quietly, anxious about being too loud and someone hearing your soft noises. Each slurp or prolonged moan from Chrollo had you gripping at his hair, holding onto those black locks while trying to keep yourself from tugging too hard on them. A faint pressure felt like it was building up inside of you, becoming more and more apparent as Chrollo continued to feast on your soft pussy. Eventually that pressure felt near unbearable and your body tensed, feeling that pressure break and flood your body with euphoria.

Your limbs were rigid and you couldn’t stop your eyes from closing as you physically shook from the feeling, panting and mewling as your legs shook and tightened, holding Chrollo in place. He could have easily pulled away, but instead chose to continue licking and slurping your warm clit with a deep moan and pumping his fingers into you. It almost seemed like he truly got pleasure from seeing you fall to pieces from his actions.

When you finally relaxed and let him pull away, you were still panting and whining as you tried to come down from your high. The faint sound clothes dropping and a wrapper tearing open drew your attention and you glanced down to see Chrollo sliding a condom down onto his firm length. Fear shot through you as you saw that thick and long length Chrollo planned on putting inside of you and your panic rose back up.

“It-it’s going to be too big..! It can’t- it won’t be able to fit in me!”

“It’s alright,” Chrollo soothed slowly climbing back on top of you, “I know it will be able to fit. I won’t lie to you, it will be uncomfortable at first, maybe even a bit painful, but it will feel so good as soon as you get used to it. I promise you that.”

You bit your lip and glanced away from those steel eyes, still feeling your heart racing and your body tense in anxiety.

“Here,” Chrollo said, pulling your arms up to wrap around his body, “Hold onto me, (y/n). Scratch me up as much as you need to.”

He lined up that large cock with your soft folds, slowly grinding his hips against your own and covering his cock with your juices as he leaned over you. You tried to relax but instinctively tensed as you felt the tip of his cock press into your folds. Chrollo softly hushed you and waited for you to relax before inching his way inside of you, pausing any time you whined or tensed. When he finally bottomed out inside of you, he let out a low groan from the feel of you wrapped around him.

“You feel so damn good, (y/n)… Tell me when you want me to move, until then- ngh- I am happy to stay as still as you need me to.”

Chrollo breathed deeply and his slow relaxed breaths helped calm you, feeling the odd sensation of his pulse thrumming inside of you. There was a slight burn from the stretch of your soft walls accommodating his large and heavy cock in your gentle body. Your nails bit down into his back as you slowly relaxed, loosening your grip on his body.

As you fully began to adjust to the feeling, you hummed and felt your muscles relax. For a moment you almost forgot he was inside of you before the slightest movement reminded you.

“O-okay… Okay. You can move…”

“Are you sure?”

“No, but I trust you.”

“If you were anyone else saying that, I would think it is a horrible idea to trust me. But, you, my love, can always trust me to do what is best for you, and what is best for us. I’m going to start moving, let me know if it hurts.”

He slowly slid back and out of you before shoving himself back inside of you. The movement made you whine as that burn returned in near full force, but you refused to stop him as he settled with a relaxed pace. Chrollo was so enamored with the way your body hugged him perfectly and massaged his stiff cock so comfortably, finding even the slow pace to be more pleasure than he received from any other he has taken to bed.

“Just so sweet and beautiful.”

He crooned into your ear, slowly picking up his pace as you once again relaxed, starting to feel the faint spark of pleasure in your body. It was similar to finally scratching an itch that had been bothering you for a while, building up into much more than a simple soothing motion. Chrollo angled his hips and you mewled loudly when the head of his cock dug into a particularly sensitive spot inside of you.

Taking note of your noise, Chrollo ensured to press into that bundle of nerves repeatedly, beginning to impulsively thrust harder and faster into you. One of his hands trailed down to rub at your clit, only making the pleasure in you skyrocket beyond what you already felt. The sensation making you moan so sweetly for him and cling to him.

“Fuck..! You look so good taking my cock like this…” Chrollo panted as he stared down at your expression, wanting to see every little grimace or deliriously pleasured face you made, “do this every night with you… Just keep going until you get nice and exhausted for me..!”

He paused for a moment, making you whine at the loss of friction before he pulled back, leaving you no longer able to dig your nails into his back. For a moment you thought you did something wrong and began to worry until he lifted your legs to his shoulders, leaning forward to press into you even deeper than he had been. The oddly scrunched position only seemed to make every move feel even stronger, forcing the air in and out of your lungs in time with his thrusts.

“I want you to cum for me… Soak me with your juices and just squeeze down on my cock.”

His words were debauched and only seemed to add more pleasure to your sparking and stimulated brain, feeling that pressure building back up inside of you at a faster rate than before. As the pressure built your voice raised in pitch and your moans became louder, unable to stop the cries whining from you despite the fact you knew you were getting too loud. It all seemed to not matter as much to you anymore, feeling that pressure become greater until it broke with a flooding wave of sensation far stronger than the first.

Your head impulsively tossed side to side as if you physically had to move to properly comprehend the tidal wave of bliss that burned inside of you. Chrollo’s continued movements making you wail from each shocking sensation that continued to burn inside of you. You could feel the way your walls constricted around him, forcing a deep moan from his throat at the snug embrace of your pussy around his achingly hard cock.

“That’s it… Good girl, taking all of me so well..!” Chrollo moaned, panting slightly as the bliss of your orgasm faded away, “once more… Cum for me just once more.”

Chrollo moaned, stuffing himself into you over and over again, imagining how it would feel to fill you up with his hot cum. For now he ignored that want and continued to rut into you, feeling the ridges of your warm walls through the condom. For now he allowed the lightweight cover to stand between the two of you, content with the squeeze of your tight walls as he drilled into you.

“Ch-Chrollo..! Ngh! I can’t-! It’s too much..!”

He shushed you gently, locking his lips with your own as he continued to wildly thrust into you like a beast in heat.

“I know you can take more, Love. I told you, I plan on burning off that night-time energy of yours.”

He could feel the way your warm walls squeezed him so well, the perfect fit of his large cock in your soft insides, your sweet voice cracking and whining in elation. There wasn’t a particular number of times he wanted you to cum around his drilling cock, but he certainly knew he wanted far more than just two orgasms from you. Chrollo had been honest when he suggested burning off as much energy as possible so you would sleep through the whole night without any disturbance.

He certainly planned to cum more than once, vaguely frustrated he was only spurting into the condom and not your soft body, but he quickly got over it. After all, you two were soulmates and he would have plenty more chances to fill you up with his cum.

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Chrollo slowly woke to a quiet sound and the slight bit of light through his eyelids. You lay next to him, back pressed against his chest as you remained secure in his arms. For a moment, he thought you were just talking in your sleep again before he realized the light was from your phone and you were staring intently at it.

“Darling, it’s three in the morning. What are you doing?”

“… Watching cat videos.”

“Do I need to fuck you even more than I assume to keep you asleep through the night?”

“… Maybe.”

Bunny- (Yandere!Adult-trio x Chubby!Reader)

Warnings; timelines converge from 28 Years and Bunny, mention of kidnapping, imprisonment, yandere relationships, aggressively yandere Silva, mention of imprisonment for decades, Stockholm syndrome, mention of NSFW, mention of corrupt nuns, vow breaking, my headcannon for Hisoka background, My OC for 28 years in place of Silva’s wife for clarity’s sake, Reader is Bunny, some 28 years MC background story, Zeno’s Dove mentioned,

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Hisoka sighed as he conversed with his associates, wondering just what they were going to do now. Apparently, Illumi has been keeping secrets from Bunny and from Chrollo and Hisoka. The woman he had introduced as ‘mother’ was not actually his mother at all and they were now going to meet Illumi’s real mother instead. However, Illumi was explaining to them exactly what his mother was like and the topic of them technically kidnapping their Bunny came up.

“Mom won’t react to it well if she finds out Bunny was technically forced into a relationship and kidnapped.”

“Why is this our problem?”

“Because my father is extremely protective of my mother and will also become upset if she becomes upset.”

“So he gets mad, big deal.”

“When it comes to my mom, it IS a big deal. Father kidnapped her 28 years ago and I barely get to see her because of how jealous father gets. Father wouldn’t even let her breast feed my siblings and I as infants due to his jealousy. Besides… I do not wish to see my mom look at me with the same disappointed and disgusted look she gives father when his jealousy makes him act out. It may also show Bunny just how far those in my family are willing to go for the few they love.”

“Fine,” Hisoka sighed, relenting to Illumi both as a placation and as curiosity. Illumi was mysterious- even to Hisoka- and hearing the true tint of anxiety and fear to his associate’s voice was far from the emotionless norm he had, “we’ll not mention it. Bunny is in a good mood and probably won’t say anything. ♠”

“And if she starts to,” Chrollo added, “we can steer the conversation away from that.”

With the three in agreement they headed to where their Bunny awaited them in the library, curled up and lightly dozing on the couch beneath a soft blanket. No doubt the blanket had been an addition after as a butler or Kikyo likely draped it over to cover the sleeping figure.

Illumi woke you with a soft forehead kiss, the sleepy hum whining from your throat as you came back to consciousness. You could barely believe how rested you felt after the small nap, the couch being a higher quality than any bed you have slept on before entering the Zoldyck estate. Everything was so high quality that you sometimes found yourself entranced with the workmanship on a wooden table that never gets used or a forgotten wood relief lining the halls. Where the opulence was suffocating at times you had to admit that the high quality bed in Illumi’s room was divine in comparison to anything you have rested on in your life up to that point.

“Mmm… Yeah? What’s up?”

“Come on, Bunny. It’s time to meet my true mom. I have some rules for you though.”

“Oh?”

“My father is very… Protective… Of my mom. He is also very jealous of anyone talking to- or interacting with- my mom. She is sensitive and has lived 28 years of imprisonment with my father, so she will have a collar and chain keeping her in her suite. She… Doesn’t get to leave that set of rooms for any reason other than when my father decides she can, so she has lived in those rooms for more than half of her life.

"I know we did not give you much choice, Bunny, but compared to my mom, you are basically free. I don’t want to treat you like father does with mom, so please don’t upset her by mentioning it. Father may be fond of you but if he feels you are a threat in any way to mom, he will kill you.”

You felt surprise flare in your mind, trying to process what you were just told only moments after waking. Part of you wanted to snap at Illumi and tell his mother about your kidnapping immediately, but another part of you gave you pause. From how Illumi spoke of his mother and father, it seemed like anything somewhat upsetting to her could lead to disaster at any moment.

On top of your awareness of your own situation and if what Illumi said was true, comparing your experience with that of his mother was shocking. Collars, chains, and the same few rooms for several literal decades sounded like complete hell to you. Never going outside and seeing so few people, you felt you would probably go insane. Not to mention Illumi had four siblings, so five children all while locked away for most of your life was a terrifying concept. Part of you even felt a bit thankful you had the freedom you did despite how you still felt trapped, at least you weren’t her.

“I understand.”

You answered softly before Illumi pulled you to your feet, feeling much more awake now. Chrollo and Hisoka both followed as Illumi led all of you deep into the estate, far from where you had wandered even on late nights. A kind of giddiness settled in your stomach that held a tinge of stress, wondering just what kind of person Illumi’s true mother was like after years away from others.

The door that Illumi came to a stop in front of made your stomach writhe with anxieties as you saw just how heavy the door was. Everything in the estate was heavy, but that door looked as if it could withstand a direct blast from an explosion and still offer resistance. It was a door you knew you wouldn’t be able to open no matter how hard you would try.

Illumi opened the door and though it could have been your imagination, for a moment it looked as if he had struggled to move it. You felt your nerves rise as you walked into the room, seeing a rather large and soft looking couch where a woman sat waiting.

She… Was stunning in a way you felt you couldn’t describe. Her figure was full and curved, ample breasts and thighs on a small height, accenting the comforting presence you got from her. She wore a pair of glasses that made her expressive doe eyes seem larger, so full of wisdom and affection. Her hair was a flowing waterfall of curls that looked so soft and seemed to create a kind of halo around her. It almost seemed like stars were reflecting in her compassionate gaze, woven into the very substance of her hair and skin as if she faintly glimmered.

You were so entranced by the being of empathy in the flesh that you almost missed the towering demon behind her. Illumi’s father Silva had always intimidated you since the moment you met him, those cold blue eyes endlessly analyzing every movement and behavior. After spending some time around him, that fear died down, but now it slammed back into you full force as if knocking the air from your lungs. That frozen gaze speared into the two new men in the room, his white mane of hair making him look beastly and all the more intimidating.

To think, you were so afraid of him and he wasn’t even glaring at you.

As you took the whole scene in now, you saw the collar fitted around the woman’s throat, the chain attached to it trailing down to the floor and out of sight. The furniture was lavish and the room was large with a kitchenette and several branching doors, a single window on the far left letting in a ray of light from the outside. It was grand, but you knew it was a prison cell beneath all of the expensive quality.

You moved towards the pair with Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo, feeling the weight of Silva’s intense gaze pushing down almost threateningly on you. Hisoka and Chrollo seemed to also get the same impression you did, that no mercy would be given should anyone unsettle the soft woman that was Illumi’s mother. She stood and took Illumi into her arms, that kind smile and true happiness telling you just how much she cared for her son.

You had considered what you would say to her and even revealing Illumi’s behavior, but now you truly felt like you couldn’t. Not only because you felt as if you had no room to complain, but because of how truly and deeply she cared about Illumi. She was kind and gentle and everything Silva very clearly was not, and you couldn’t bare to think about someone so gold-hearted being crushed in such a way. It just wasn’t worth it to you.

“Welcome back, Illumi.”

Her voice held honest love, a sweetness to it that made it sound smooth as honey.

“I have someone for you to meet, mom.”

“I know, your father told me you’ve met someone you love.”

Illumi turned to you, his mother’s kind eyes resting on your own as he gestured you closer. You only went as far as Illumi’s side before his mother gently took your outstretched hand in both of hers, impossibly soft and comfortingly warm. She seemed genuinely excited to meet you and looked as if you had made her happier than she had ever been before.

“Hello, dear. It is so good to meet you. My name is Kiame, also known as Illumi’s mom.”

“Oh, uh, hi. (Y/n) (L/n), it’s nice to meet you too.”

“I hope we have plenty of time to get to know each other, after all, we’re going to be family soon enough.”

You couldn’t help but return her kind smile, feeling relaxed around her and her genuine excitement with your engagement to Illumi.

“I can’t help but worry about Illumi, he is my firstborn and I adore my children. I just hope you two are happy together.”

It was then Illumi spoke up, seeming much more relaxed around his mother as well, letting you know how much she impacted him. Part of you realized that she was likely the only positive influence Illumi really had in his life and you would have been in a much more dangerous situation if not for her. If Illumi only had his father’s side of the family, he likely would have kidnapped you and killed Chrollo and Hisoka long ago.

“Mom, I would like you to also meet my fellow associates. We three are engaged to her and so grandfather thought it best to introduce you to the three of them. Chrollo Lucilfer, Hisoka Morrow, and I share (y/n) (l/n) between the three of us.”

“Well, so long as you four are happy-”

She cut off for a moment, her eyes going wide as if something caught her attention after the fact. The way she seemed to think for a moment in complete silence made you wonder just what it was that surprised her.

“Mom? Is something wrong?”

“Morrow was… the name of my teacher… Sister Morrow. She was a nun and I worked as her apprentice in the cathedral before- nevermind. It’s nothing.”

Illumi glanced in surprise towards Hisoka, not expecting his mother to recognize any of the names of his associates. He knew Hisoka was born in Meteor city to a mother that was a forsaken and vow-breaking nun, but it couldn’t possibly be the same nun his mother spoke of. Not at all-

“My mother spoke of her apprentice often. How she saw the girl as a daughter but still wound up betraying her in the end. I learned eventually that she was afraid of being caught for what she had done, confronted by a stranger with her misdeeds. All that was demanded was to mislead her apprentice, sending her deep into the forest to never return. She waited until she began to show before fleeing to Meteor City so no one would know she had broken her vows.”

“… Did she ever say who she spoke to?”

“The wealthy father of an interested man. My mother had her apprentice enter the woods alone so she could be taken as payment for not revealing the truth about what my mother had done. Never really did get why she sold her apprentice only to run away shortly after. Seems pointless to me, but she said she regretted her choice in the end.”

There was a moment of silence as Illumi’s mother sat in quiet contemplation of what she was just told. The way her expression turned to one of hurt made your chest ache, as if seeing her in pain upset you in some deep part of your brain. She shouldn’t be sad or hurt, the pain didn’t look right on her, as if her being in such pain were some kind of crime against nature.

The softest whimpering sound from her lips made Silva react, his voice a rumbling and deep growl of baritone in his chest.

“Out.”

Illumi was quick to pull you back with him, his father picking his mother up and striding away to a door deeper into the room. The four of you left the room quickly and Illumi was the one to close it behind you, the large door sealing with a clear latch of the many locks that adorned it. You didn’t know what to say at that moment, having been taken by surprise with the sudden shift in behavior from Illumi’s parents.

“To think, Hisoka’s mother was your mother’s mentor.”

“And his mother sold my mother to my grandfather on my father’s behalf.”

You managed to find your voice, trying to piece everything together despite the very sudden way things had happened. On one hand, it would seem the world was very small, and on the other you felt like some key pieces of information were missing. Beyond that, you felt like you had glimpsed the kind of person Illumi could have become if not for his mother’s truly compassionate heart.

“What is your mother, Illumi?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she is different from anyone I have met before… She seems to actually be a genuinely loving person even though she is locked up like a prisoner. I don’t think any normal human would be able to live like that and not go insane.”

“She is insane. She loves my father despite everything he does to hurt her… But she is kind and always has been kind. She is too good for my father and he knows it, so he hides her from almost everyone. Setting her free from him won’t fix the damage he’s done to her.”

You glanced back at the heavy door and found yourself feeling lucky that even though your freedom was stolen away, you didn’t have to live the way she did.

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You let the gentle breeze skate over your skin as the plants around you rustled playfully and danced in the wind. It had been a few days since you got to meet Illumi’s mom and you had learned more about her in that time. Her situation was different from your own in many ways. She had been the one to rescue Silva from death where it had been the opposite for you and your lovers. You found yourself thankful you were not in her place or situation even though you did still resent Illumi for taking your freedom.

Currently, you sat with your three lovers, placed neatly on Chrollo’s lap as Hisoka and Illumi sat on either side of you two. Chrollo was reading a book on ancient war tactics and you were somewhat reading too, only half way through a page when he was already flipping it to the next. Though the four of you were quiet at that moment, it was clear that meeting Illumi’s mother had impacted you all in different ways.

Hisoka had withdrawn more than usual, reflecting on finally meeting the woman his mother loved as a child more than him and talked about with such fondness the woman may as well have been his older sibling. Chrollo was always trying to analyze and pick things apart, so though he wordlessly scanned over the book in his hands, he was likely thinking about the situation you all found yourselves in. You were stuck in thoughts of Illumi’s family, realizing just how deep the trend of obsession and kidnapping really went in his bloodline. Illumi seemed the least bothered but you felt he was likely worried about his mother and about how you were taking meeting her.

Any time you thought of a question, you would voice it and one of your three lovers would respond with whatever answer they could manage. The only questions you hadn’t gotten an answer to was what his mother was- as you felt a strong doubt she was really a normal human given your introduction to her- and what his grandfather had done with his obsession. Since the behavior was obviously something that came with his paternal lineage, his grandfather must have had a similar story, but you had not met or seen any sign of Illumi having a grandmother.

“I just want to know where your grandmother is. I mean, if your father keeps your mom locked up all the time and practically has her bubble-wrapped, surely your grandfather did the same?”

“No. I didn’t.”

The low and almost lazy tone of Illumi’s grandfather drew your attention, seeing the older man standing not too far as if he had materialized out of nowhere. Even though the grip Chrollo had around you tightened, you wanted to press and pick the elder assassin’s brain for answers your lovers simply didn’t have. You had long figured out that his grandfather Zeno had a particular soft spot for you and that soft spot seemed to extend to Kiame as well based off of his behavior.

“So, what happened?”

You tried to push and the old man considered you silently for a moment before approaching and settling on a bench across from you four. Chrollo closed his book, actually seeming to have the same level of interest you did in gaining more pieces to the Zoldyck family puzzle.

“She died shortly after giving birth to Silva. It is a kind of family curse to have this fanatical obsession for one person in our lives, going back generations. I used to think it was part of the curse to have that loved one always die… But Silva has proven that theory wrong.

"My Dove was a fiery woman, stubborn to a fault and I mistakenly thought I could control that fire of hers through pain. She tried to run one day and I lost my temper. Had I known what would happen because of it… About two months later she gave birth to Silva, I hadn’t even realized she was pregnant. None of us had. She had a cryptic pregnancy so it was a surprise to us as it was to her. Her body couldn’t handle it though. The stress of what I had done and the labor wringed every last bit of life out of her. She only lived long enough to hold Silva for the first and only time.”

The wind felt colder now, a chill racing down your spine as you realized just how you had been unfortunate enough to draw Illumi’s attention, but fortunate enough to not have the same fate as the rest of his female ancestors. How close had you come to being forced to live the same painful cycle? You made a mental note to find time to thank Illumi’s mom for raising the most sane generation of Zoldycks.

“My father did the same to my mother as I had to my Dove, and he died of heartbreak not long after. My grandfather- Maha- did the same to his bride. I feel when Illumi’s mom does pass on, she will be taking Silva with her. He won’t survive losing her. Illumi, take it from me, you need to keep your temper even and make sure you treat (y/n) well, you hear me? That kind of loss is suffocating and you likely won’t be fortunate enough to get another chance.”

His words made you curious as you felt your brain kick into action to try and make sense of something that caught your attention.

“Has anyone gotten a second chance?”

“Hm?”

“With their love, I mean. Death is pretty permanent in most cases.”

“Well,” Zeno gave you a knowing smile, “it is possible. Rebirth is a debated topic, but one I fully believe. Nen is a unique thing to each person, so when Nen identical to a deceased person shows up, it is hard to argue. I happen to be the only one I know of who has gotten that second chance. I found my Dove again and this time I won’t make the same mistake. Born into a new life, but the Nen and the similarities are unmistakeable. I haven’t yet told Silva of this unusual situation, but I doubt he would care much as he only really cares for his wife. Perhaps you will get to meet my Dove at some point, (y/n). He is restricted to my wing of the estate, however. He may be male in his current incarnation, but it changes nothing. He is still my Dove.”

You were surprised to hear of someone being reborn and the fact was that Zeno couldn’t care less if his reborn darling was male or not. It was clear to you just how fortunate you were when it came to Illumi even though he had technically pushed you into the relationship you now had with him. His family had done far worse and you had just barely gotten away with the most sane of the assassins in a long lineage of obsession, kidnapping, and forced relationships. Out of three generations of kidnapped lovers, you were the only one who could step foot outside of the estate hidden within the mountain.

“Anyway, (y/n), it may anger you to only have the freedoms you do, but never forget you have more freedom than any other who came before you in the Zoldyck family. I am not telling you to be grateful Illumi chose you, simply to be thankful Illumi is far more sane when it comes to you than the rest of the family would be.”

Night and Day pt 2 (yandere!Chrollo x autistic!Reader)

Warnings; autistic reader, female pronouned reader (let me know if y'all want other pronoun versions), yandere behavior, it’s based around my autism so it may not be exact to the experience of others, soulmate au, protective yandere, slight infantilism from outside sources, petty people will be petty, dehumanization from others (anything negative said has been said to or about me), mention of NSFW,

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You had built quite the nest out of the hotel bed, sleeping soundly in the center now that you had a chance to relax.

Chrollo was simply fascinated by you in every respect. He knows you are his soul mate, having seen glimpses of you so many times in the few dreams he has and the way your Nen resonated with his was just confirmation of what he already knew. He did not fully believe he would find you, it had been five years of searching after all, and he had almost given up completely when he caught a glimpse of you.

All it took was a glance and he was following you, abandoning his conversation mid-sentence in favor of learning more about you. He hadn’t even explained himself to the troupe, simply walking away to pursue you. There was no way he would lose you, not after he had finally found you when he spent years searching.

Naturally, the troupe was confused as they had never seen their leader act in such a way before. Chrollo is calm, collected, calculating, overbearing, but he is NOT the type to just up and leave a conversation. This told them that whatever grabbed his attention was extremely important to him, and so it became important to them.

You were so ‘normal’ at first, it made Chrollo wonder just what lay beneath the surface as he watched you mirror others. True, you were good at hiding and concealing your true nature, but Chrollo is the master of hiding in plain sight, he could see right through you. He ordered for the troupe to collect you and not harm you, which is when that delicately crafted mask crumbled.

When you had been calm, your Nen was barely a whisper of energy, but when you became distressed, that whisper turned into a siren and became overwhelming. The sheer strength of your Nen alone was impressive, and the fact that it had become so unruly the moment your act dropped intrigued him. It shifted and changed to mimic others when calm, but quickly became smothering and raw when you became upset.

Now, you were semi-calm and in a deep sleep, leaving Chrollo to think about what he would do now. He finally had you in his grasp, but he had no idea what to do with you now that he had you. Perhaps he went into this far too quickly…

Pakunoda allowed Chrollo to borrow her Nen so he could take observations on your thoughts and mental processes allowing himself into your thinking, revealing a mind that had near constant overlapping chatter. A chaotic display that took him a good few hours to make order out of. When he found some record of order, he was stunned to see how quickly your brain moved from thought to thought, the continuous processing of stimuli he wouldn’t even pay mind to.

It was as if his mind was a flashlight beam; focusing solely on one area or idea at a time, despite how quickly he managed to do it. Your mind was a lantern; illuminating and processing all the things in a certain radius around you. You noticed so much all at once and had another thought process that was solving any immediate stimuli paired with one that faintly buzzed in the background, becoming louder with your stress until it blocks out the others with a cacophonous hum.

It was… Exhilarating. Your brain was absolutely exhilarating to Chrollo. How does a person have that much activity in their brain and still function in such a ramshackle society?

He understood your mirroring now. Not meant to manipulate like he used it for, but to survive by blending in among those who don’t have that constant thrum. He understood why being touched and grabbed had bothered you so much especially when you were already stressed.

Chrollo sat by the bed, one hand resting ever so gently against your back, trying to make heads or tails of your unique mind. But beyond his curiosity, he was marveling at being so close to you after so many years of rarely seeing you in fleeting dreams. He had severe insomnia and had few actual moments of sleep or rest, trying to catch a glimpse of you as often as he could.

You have been the epicenter of his thoughts for quite some time now, the heart of his thinking and affections. It infuriated him whenever his vague dreams were interrupted and he had to relent to awareness instead of pursuing you. Finally, you were here beside him now and everything truly seemed right with the world.

How unusual it was for someone to be so unassuming yet so amazingly impactful on his life. Chrollo felt as if he were seeing color for the first time after living in a world of nothing but black and white. Your presence so close to him fixed problems he didn’t even know he had.

No doubt your true self would be hidden behind that normal mask until he can truly free you from feeling like you need to hide. He wanted to remove that mask and let you be who you are and not who you trained yourself to be. Do you even know who you are under that mask, or have you convinced yourself the mask is you?

Chrollo was very good at quickly figuring people out, but you were quite the complex puzzle to solve. Eventually, he tired of trying to make sense of your mind as it was difficult to direct it while you slept, choosing to lay next to you instead. He may not sleep often, but he had to know the sensation that was getting to hold you securely in his arms.

How often had he imagined this exact scenario?

Comfortable with you laying in his arms in a content and peaceful slumber. Chrollo slept very little and his insomnia kept him awake most of the time even when he wanted to sleep, but your presence soothed him immensely and calmed him more than he would ever admit. But that wasn’t the only change in Chrollo your presence caused.

Chrollo is not usually interested in carnal pleasure unless it is to get information from others, but now… Now he could feel his own desire lurking and pressing against his mind, wanting to physically connect with you. He knew you would be against the idea, especially so soon after meeting him and the not so very polite way you were introduced to him.

But the warmth of your body called to him. A siren’s song to his senses as it called to him oh so sweetly. The softness of your flesh beneath his fingers made a soft moan slip through his lips, one hand coming up to smother a breast as the other made itself useful between your plush thighs. He knew you could wake at any time and you would not react positively to knowing what he was doing to you while he slept, but for Chrollo, that only added to the experience.

Chrollo steals what he wants and removes anyone who stands in his way, he knows when something is 'right’ or 'wrong’ and he doesn’t care. All Chrollo truly wants right now is to indulge in the presence of someone he had waited his whole life to meet. He didn’t even think he had a soulmate for a while.

Normal people don’t often meet their soulmates because normal people can’t perceive Nen. Nen users are the only ones who can see their Nen and the nen of others, meaning they can see the way their Nen responds to others.

When a person has not met their soulmate, their Nen is faint and almost lethargic in movement. Usually normal people will dream of their soul mates and try to go off of their idea of who their soulmate will be, this is also true for Nen users. The difference is when a Nen user meets their soulmate and their Nen reacts together.

Chrollo knew you when he saw you because his Nen reached out to you in a desperate manner, as if it were trying to reach out and grab you. The moment he finally got close enough to you, your Nen began to respond as well. Your Nen had not been 'awakened’ yet but it quite easily and readily did in response to Chrollo’s Nen. Usually random exposure to Nen causes mortal wounds or cripples the person, but the Nen of a soulmate can easily and gently awaken the Nen of their other-half. Your Nen awoke and rushed to meet his nen, both of them clashing and mixing until they became harmonious, burning with an intensity that could have rivaled the sun.

Having a soulmate can be tricky though. If one of the pair dies, it can cause a near cataclysmic reaction from their partner and their Nen. It also means that when one half is upset or afraid, their partner knows and has equally unruly Nen.

Chrollo figured he wasn’t the type of guy to have a significant other, sleeping so rarely he didn’t register you were the one his soul called out to. He had searched for you, yes, but he didn’t even know what or who he was searching for and eventually he only kept searching because he wasn’t the kind to give up once started. Upon catching a glimpse of you as he and the rest of the troupe got off of the train, he saw the way his Nen willed him to follow you and so he obeyed. Leaving the troupe mid sentence as he had been explaining their target, following you with resolute determination to catch up and finally meet you.

The troupe- as they are Nen users as well- could see Chrollo’s nen so aggressively reaching out to you and they knew then you were their beloved Boss’ soulmate. It was a no-brainer to them to agree to put their heist on hold so they could get you to Chrollo instead. Your distress as you were pulled inside by Uvogin, panic gripping your heart as you struggled, resulted in Chrollo’s Nen forcing him to feel your fear as acutely as you did.

Your Nen was thrilled to be back with his own nen, but you were terrified. People you didn’t know just kidnapped you, shoved you into a car, brought you to some run down abandoned hotel on the other side of the city, and tried to force you to enter the building willingly before pulling you in roughly. He wanted little more than to pick you up and hold you despite how you would cry and struggle, but he knew he needed to calm you before he lost control. Now you were laying in his arms- where you belonged- and he couldn’t be happier about it.

You were so soft under his fingers even as you sleep, finally content and fed even though you were quite the picky eater. Your calm Nen was soothing and Chrollo found himself beginning to doze off with his hands still in that compromising position. Choosing to move his hands to merely wrap around and hold you was ideal for such a situation. He was unusually comfortable and as he drifted to sleep, he wondered if your presence had anything to do with it.

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You slowly woke with a soft hum, the warmth wrapping around you was so wonderfully comfortable and familiar. The light pressure of a loose embrace giving you an unusual sense of protection, so much so that you turned and cuddled into the loving grasp with a sigh of relaxation. Each slow breath you took in seemed to try and pull you back into sleep, the immense comfort you felt only adding to the desire of continued rest.

Sleep began to win the battle as you pressed close to the warm figure that held you so sweetly. A nagging thought was all that remained standing between you and your dreams, trying to be heard despite your desire to not listen.

Just who was it that was holding you? You didn’t have a significant other who would be in your bed, right? Weren’t you somewhere other than home too?

Those questions fought against your want to sleep, coming to the surface of your mind with an almost painful clarity. That’s right, you had been kidnapped and taken to some run-down abandoned hotel where your supposed soulmate introduced himself. Despite your protests and desire to be returned to the comfort of your residence, your soulmate insisted on you staying with him. You didn’t exactly want to agree to stay, but you also didn’t really have a choice.

Your eyes slowly opened and flicked up to look at your bedfellow, vaguely comforted by the fact that he seemed to be in a deep sleep. It indeed was the strange man who ordered you to be kidnapped and brought to him, but even the realization of who you shared your bed with did little to rile you. There was such a feeling of serenity inside of you that you found it hard to actually feel upset about much.

It felt as if you were safe at home and not in the arms of a man that you just met who was clearly obsessed with you. Perhaps there was some validity to his belief that the two of you were soulmates. After all, it wasn’t like you were the kind to just readily trust others without extensive temper testing of their personality.

When it came to picking people apart emotionally, you relied on natural human tells that gave you a better indication of what emotional state a person was in. The man who claimed you as his own was nothing like others you had encountered in the past and his responses to things were so muted you wondered if he schooled his emotions at all times. He was next to impossible to mirror beyond the confident quick-witted responses.

He claimed to want to force you to be yourself truly without society influencing you, to some degree the idea of it made you distressed. You had gotten this far in life by pretending to be a 'normal’ person, so you weren’t about to just drop every learned habit or taught behavior. If anything, you would fight him every step of the way before allowing any of your selected and cultivated 'normal habits’ to be manipulated or removed.

“Enjoying watching me sleep?”

The amused tone of Chrollo made your face burn with shame as you tried to pull away, finding the arms around you much harder to escape than you expected. The resistance he gave in allowing you to get up made panic bubble in your chest, beginning to fight more aggressively. In one motion, he pulled you into his chest and pinned your arms so you couldn’t move, his voice barely a whisper in your ears.

“Shh… Take a moment and breathe. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Liar.”

“Have I hurt you yet?”

“You’ve taken my comfort away from me. Yes, you have hurt me.”

“And I will have plenty of time to make it up to you. You were so comfortable and relaxed when you thought I was sleeping, you can have that comfort with me when I am awake.”

He did have somewhat of a point, but that didn’t mean you agreed with him by any stretch of the imagination.

“Let me show you how easy life with me can be.”

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“Explain it to me again?”

“It’s the texturethat I have a problem with and the taste reminds me of the texture. I can’t stand it.”

“So the crunch bothers you if it isn’t supposed to be crunchy and you can’t eat something it has touched because the taste lingers and reminds you of the crunch?”

“Exactly.”

“Is it the same with fabric texture?”

“I don’t taste fabric.”

“No, I know. I mean in terms of positive textures and negative textures, the same for fabric and sound?”

“Yes!”

Chrollo chuckled slightly at your small outburst, not bothering to hush you when you became a bit too loud while talking, enjoying the odd glances people in the small diner gave. He had been picking apart every behavior he could by simple observation, but he had finally caved and asked you when he couldn’t come to a answer that made sense to him. The question of food textures being one of the many different questions he had stored away.

Every time Chrollo felt like he was finding a pattern in your trailing and fragmented thoughts, you would throw him a curve-ball and leave him back at square one. He was just a cat chasing a laser-pointer and he was getting nowhere fast by trying to find any pattern in your rapid thoughts. It was frustrating to him to not have you figured out yet, but that made it more fun for him overall. Truly, it wasn’t every day Chrollo was able to find someone who could race circles around him mentally.

Yet here you were, in all of your odd and fragmented glory.

“But, yeah, that’s also why I have to pace randomly.”

Ah. So you were back to the night disturbances topic.

Chrollo had learned how easily you picked up and dropped conversations, sometimes ending one thought with the middle of another thought from several topics prior. You actually seemed happier now that he managed to get you talking, many of your mannerisms and ticks beginning to show past that mask of normalcy. It surprised him that you were so agile in topic switching and that you could chatter so easily if he let you, having been less talkative than him early on in the odd relationship.

“Does she have a mute button?”

The snide comment from several tables away seemed to snap through your rolling mind and made everything come to a halt. Clearly, you heard the comment as your voice died in your throat and you seemed to shrink in on yourself. Much like an ammonite or an armadillo, Chrollo could practically see you re-enter your social shell all from the needless comment of some stranger.

“Honestly, he should be embarrassed to be in public with her. Muzzle her or put the damn thing out of her misery. I get the whole 'they’re people too’ but do they really have to go in public with everyone else?”

Your change was extreme and Chrollo saw your immediate regression back into your comfortable mask society forced you to hide behind. The once animated and lively movements became muted and restrained. Your amused smile turning into a dejected frown. Eyes remained downcast towards the table as your Nen also died down to only a whisper of energy.

This is what society did to you. Your quirks and excited behavior being shunned and treated like a burden by those around you. The unique flame that is you was being stifled and strangled to only a fraction of yourself. They gained nothing from hurting you in such a way, and yet they seemed to revel in it all the same. To put another down for having emotion beyond what is 'socially acceptable’ in a mere ploy to distract from their own perceived shortcomings.

Truly, Chrollo found their behavior pathetic.

“Shalnark,” Chrollo spoke lightly but knew the fellow spider could hear him, seven other troupe members seated around the diner if only to ensure your safety, “deal with that squawking woman.”

Not even a moment after Chrollo finished speaking, the same woman who had been criticizing you suddenly jerked. The movement didn’t even draw your eyes up from the table in front of you.

What did draw your attention was when the woman let out a sharp squealing noise and face-planted into her steaming hot food, not reacting even as those around her panicked. Chrollo didn’t react and simply sat with a calm smile on his lips, letting you drum your fingers idly on his hand as you watched the scene unfold.

“… But, why?”

“Why not?”

“She didn’t do anything… People talk about me all the time like that…”

“They shouldn’t. But, if they do, I will deal with them permanently.”

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Why couldn’t he read you?

It was driving Chrollo mad to know that your brain had been able to avoid any clear pattern despite your adherence to a somewhat fragmented schedule. Every time he thinks he understands, it all falls to pieces, leaving him grasping at empty air and meaningless ideas.

If he didn’t understand you in every way, how would he be able to manipulate you to his whims?

Everyone Chrollo had met up until that point had been fairly easy for Chrollo to understand and control as needed. All others following an unsaid list of rules that simply made up society, doing their parts as pieces of the whole. Everyone except for you.

You seem to have mostly prefected your mask of 'proper behavior’ but the thoughts beneath churned and leaped in ways Chrollo was unfamiliar with. The things you did and the way you interacted with the world was so foreign to him. Due to your ever moving mind, he had believed you wouldn’t like animals due to their behavior, yet animals seemed to flock to you in abundance.

It was the middle of the night but you were up and pacing with a tired expression, as if you had no choice but to pace. You had explained it as being similar to how one would rock a child back to sleep paired with a hamster running on a wheel, needing to be in motion to properly return to sleep. No matter how tired you seemed at that moment, you were still pacing with your fingertips ghosting over the surfaces around you.

Chrollo was still adjusting to having his other half and he found himself actually able to sleep more soundly than he had ever been able to before. On nights you had nocturnal disturbances, he would sit up and wait for you to return to bed no matter how long it was likely to take. He had insomnia- which your presence seemed to actually help alleviate- but he needed you in his arms for that to happen.

So now you both were awake and you had yet to stop pacing despite looking as if you would fall asleep standing.

“Do I need to help you burn off energy?”

“I don’t think there’s a way to do that. Not one that my brain will agree with, at least.”

“There’s always intense sex.”

You came to a complete halt mid-step, Chrollo watching the gears in your head turning as you processed what he had said. He hadn’t been so forward with the topic before despite his previous innuendos or light teasing, the suddenness catching you off guard. Chrollo could see the way your Nen responded versus your lack of movement or response as your Nen flared and flicked with indecision.

“Don’t be silly, Chrollo. No one wants that with me. No one wants to put up with me and I haven’t before, so I really doubt it will turn out well.”

“Why do you always assume I will react like others? I want you. Not your mask, just you. I know it makes you nervous and stressed, because you worry it will be like every other time you’ve tried something. You try and then get mocked for your honest attempt. I have no intention of mocking you. Making you delirious with pleasure, maybe, but never to mock you.”

“… Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying. You are a fascinating person, (y/n), why would I ever want to hurt you or mock you?”

“Because that is all everyone wants.”

“I’m not everyone. Hopefully one day you will let me show that to you.”

Conscience- Yandere!Chrollo x Reader

Warnings; corruption kink, yandere, mention of nsfw, pillow talk, fluff, morality is questioned, lighthearted conversation about deep topics, deep Stockholm syndrome, mention of kidnapping, mention of addiction,

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“Why do I have to have a conscience?”

Chrollo’s lazily stroking hand paused abruptly at your question, clearly caught off guard. He was quick to compose himself and return to those soothing motions as he lightly kissed your shoulder.

“What do you mean, Love?”

“I always feel so badly for people who get caught in the crossfire, why? Why do I feel badly for them? You don’t… So why can’t I just stop caring?”

You must have loved catching him by surprise, posing such pointed questions with a tone as detached as his own. Where you once put up emotional walls, you now spoke about your differences like a simple question of the weather outside. It was clear that you had become accustomed to Chrollo deconstructing every sentence and planning accordingly to best pry into your mind. He was insatiable when it came to understanding how you think and operate on a deeply personal level. Now you just presented him this information freely and sought to understand how hethinks.

Truly, you always reminded Chrollo what a wonderful find you are. So innocent to the pain and bloodshed needed to survive in a dangerous world like the one he lived in.

“Because, you grew up in a world where mercy and kindness was met with gratitude, and in my world it meant getting your throat slit at night by the same person you ‘helped’.”

“Why do I love you more than I feel pity for them?”

This made a soft chuckle hum through his chest, pressed up against your back with your bodies still so close together beneath  the blankets. He kissed a lazy trail up your neck and moved his arms to wrap around you fully, hands that had killed more people than you had met in your life caressing you with reverence.

“Because you’re in my world now, and you’re learning how to adapt to it. You are doing an excellent job at adapting though.”

“Well, you make it easy to do.”

“Glad to be of assistance to you.”

“You’re more than that to me.”

“Such high praise, don’t you think?”

“I think you’re deserving of it.”

“I’m not, Darling. You know what I have done and I regret none of it. It has shaped me into who I am and it has led to me meeting you, the only one I can ever truly be with. The only one I can see myself with for however long or short my life may be… I am certainly not deserving of your praise.”

“But you’re going to accept it anyway.”

“Well,” Chrollo chuckled softly, “you’re not wrong.”

His lips slowly trailed over your shoulder and you mewled, feeling a warmth in your stomach. How could this man have enraptured you so? Regardless of the things he did, you wanted little more than to spend as much time with him as possible. He seemed to be in agreement with the notion, seeing as anywhere he went, you went too. Even as the two of you curled up in bed, any way he could touch you was pursued, leaving you entangled together with him touching as much of your body as he possibly could.

Your touch was addictive to him and no matter how recently he may have bedded you, he always found himself craving more. Your soft skin against his was his drug of choice and your lips were just one way he could get that drug he so painfully needed. He even had gone as far as to kidnap you when he realized he didn’t want to live his life without you in it. The way you had fought him for so long and so hard only made this affectionate moment taste sweeter to his twisted mind.

Your bodies conforming perfectly together in a full-hearted embrace after he had indulged in the sound of your moans and the taste of your lips. He knew that even if he had grown up on nothing and indulged in everything in adulthood, you were worth it all. Chrollo would trade every trinket, book, and forbidden knowledge he had gained just to keep you by his side in life and in death.

“Something wrong?”

Chrollo asked, noticing your slight shiver and pulling up the blankets to cover you both and retain warmth.

“Just a little cold.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.”

“I know you will,” you smiled and pressed against him happily, “can we stay like this for a bit..? You always know how to wear me out.”

“Of course we can. Whatever you want, love.”

You smiled at this, closing your eyes and letting Chrollo return to slowly stroking your sides as you began to drift to sleep. This was bliss to him, laying by your side with you so affectionately adoring him in every way. The ends justified the means to Chrollo and there was nothing else he could possibly want more than these moments with you.