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General Disclaimer: I will do my best to keep the reader gender neutral and physically unspecific unless otherwise stated! The reader will be kept as realistic as possible but remember, it’s all subjective! Not everyone struggles with the same issues and this is a one person blog, so I really just have myself to try and make the reader relate to you! With that, I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Angsty themes, lime, unrequited crush, all these characters have issues (both internally and with each other).

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You were walking through the city with your new friend Kurapika. You had only met him a few weeks ago, but the two of you had already gotten close. The number one part about him that you had trouble with when talking to him was his life goal; to avenge his clan by eliminating the Phantom Troupe. Most people probably see his goal as honorable and heart-wrenching, providing their full support to him, but you couldn’t. Shortly before meeting Kurapika, you met Chrollo, the leader of the infamous troupe. There was an instant connection, for him being a master thief, you stole his heart easily, as he did the same to you. This led the two of you to spend as much time together as possible before Chrollo would inevitably leave for an unknown amount of time. He made you feel special, showering you with love, so did him being a mass murderer really matter? You knew it was wrong, but him being in your life felt right. Of course, you would never tell Kurapika this. He would flip out. You were sympathetic towards Kurapika and didn’t mean any harm to him, you just wanted to be there for him. Conversations with him could sometimes grow complicated as you had to navigate around not outwardly expressing dislike towards the group Chrollo holds over his own life, but not seem suspicious to Kurapika. In the kindness you had given to Kurapika, he trusted you far quicker than even he would like, but you had proved you were a good investment to give his trust to. You had to drop by your place to pick up your card so that you and Kurapika could go to dinner. Inviting Kurapika in, you ran off farther into the house, leaving Kurapika just inside the front door. Kurapika noticed an elegant-looking ivory-colored envelope and the side table by the door that read ‘Y/n’ in cursive. Out of curiosity, he picked up the envelope and opened it. When he took out the contents, he was astonished to find that it seemed to be a romantic poem, very worn looking as if it was from the 1600s. He proceeded to keep opening the letter, which was almost sickeningly romantic, but Kurapika was compelled to keep reading. You had never mentioned any secret admirer or romantic partner, so why would the letter be in your house untouched? Once he reached the end, his stomach dropped. The name signed at the bottom was Chrollo. Kurapika felt sick and dizzy. Why would you be receiving a love note from Chrollo? This was a cruel joke, especially as Kurapika was planning on asking you to date him tonight at dinner. Chrollo must have found out somehow and tried to woo you over himself, setting out to break his spirit. The idea seemed outlandish, but why else would it be here, unopened. As you walked back into the room and saw Kurapika with the letter in hand, you were puzzled

“Um, what do you have Kurapika?”

“A letter. I didn’t realize that the man who took away everything I loved also wanted you.”

Your eyes stared at the floor. You weren’t sure what to say. It was clear he had found out what was going on between Chrollo and you.

“Well um, Kurapika, I-”

“He really has set out on destroying everything I hold dear. But I’ll get my revenge. Come on Y/n, we should get you out of here. He knows where you are and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You realized that he hadn’t figured out what was truly going on. But you couldn’t let this go on. Kurapika had already started walking over to you, reaching out to grab your hand. You panicked and weren’t sure how to ruin his perception of you. Kurapika had his hand on the door handle, but suddenly the handle moved and the door opened. Kurapika moved you both back a step, keeping you behind him. Chrollo was standing in the doorway, a book in his hand. Chrollo’s face stayed blank as Kurapika flew into a rage. Kurapika had let go of your hand and lunged at Chrollo. You desperately reached for Kurapika’s hand to prevent his attack but you didn’t reach his hand in time. Luckily, Chrollo stepped out of the way as Kurapika launched outside the door. You gasped, worried that Kurapika had gotten hurt speeding outside. Chrollo glanced out the door, indifferent to the greeting he received. You saw Kurapika over Chrollo’s shoulder, his eyes ignited with scarlet and chains in his hand. As he was racing back inside of the house, Chrollo pushed the door shut. You cringed at the sound Kurapika made as he slammed against the door and was aggressively opening it. Meanwhile, Chrollo slinked behind you. He lifted his right arm to press it against your eyes and push your head back. He connected his lips to your neck and pressed soft kisses down your neck to your collarbone. You heard the door open harshly, but couldn’t do a thing.

“Chrollo! Let her go!”

Chrollo moved his eyes from you, making eye contact with Kurapika.

“Why? I’m sure she enjoys this. What gives you a right to her heart? She loves me.”

The worst part about listening to this was Chrollo saw him as nothing. He was instigating conflict with Kurapika but could care less about the outcome. Chrollo planted a deep kiss on your neck but kept his eyes on Kurapika’s. All you could hear was the slight sound of steps and the door slam. Chrollo moved his arm from your eyes and removed his mouth from your neck. There was a warm, lingering wetness on your neck from his kiss.

“Why was he here?”

“We were going to go to dinner. I just had to stop by here and grab my card because I forgot it.”

“That’s fair. I’m glad I decided to come over.”

Why? So you could show that his new friend betrayed his trust?”

“I saved him more trouble than if you had told him. Dinner would have made things worse.”

“Why’s that?”

“He clearly likes you. But that’s probably not the case anymore.”

You were shocked. It really hadn’t hit you that Kurapika possibly had a crush on you. Chrollo took you with him to the couch, sitting you down next to him. He pulled out his book and started reading.

“Wait, you caused all this trouble because you wanted to read a book?”

“I also wanted to know if you got my letter. I hadn’t expected you to have company. But yes, I also wanted to read my book somewhere comfortable.”

He continued reading while you pondered how ridiculous Chrollo was. What a dork.

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General Disclaimer: I will do my best to keep the reader gender neutral and physically unspecific unless otherwise stated! The reader will be kept as realistic as possible but remember, it’s all subjective! Not everyone struggles with the same issues and this is a one person blog, so I really just have myself to try and make the reader relate to you! With that, I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: None

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You got home from work, relief flooding your senses as you entered your space. Your eyes scanned the room and noticed Chrollo sitting on your couch.

“How’d you get in this time? I still keep forgetting to get a set of keys for you.”

Chrollo stood up and sauntered over to you.

“I just went in through the back door. You left it unlocked again.”

You were uneasy with the fact about your back door being left unlocked all day but that wasn't your focus right now. You shuffled over to him and asked for his hand. He nodded and put your hand in his. The two of you settled down on the couch and as you moved closer to him, you asked,

“Could I please have some cuddles?”

He peered at you from the corner of his eye. You could only assume he was probably questioning your request. But you really couldn’t tell. Reading Chrollo’s emotions was like playing a sport that you never learned the rules to. So you weren’t sure what he would say next. Not that he’s ever said no, but perhaps he wouldn’t be in the mood this time.

“Yes.”

You gave him a beaming smile as he took off his jacket and draped it over the front of you. You shifted your body and laid a hand on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Thank you. Today’s just been hard and I wanted to do something relaxing.”

“Laying on me is relaxing?” he chuckled.

“You know what I mean! I want comfort!”

“Hmm,” he said plainly. He didn’t understand the feeling whatsoever, but he liked you so he was willing to indulge your emotions. However, what he did know was what you wanted to hear as he held you in his arms.

“I’ll make you feel like you’re the most loved person in the world as long as we're together.”

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General Disclaimer: I will do my best to keep the reader gender neutral and physically unspecific unless otherwise stated! The reader will be kept as realistic as possible but remember, it’s all subjective! Not everyone struggles with the same issues and this is a one person blog, so I really just have myself to try and make the reader relate to you! With that, I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Non-consensual cuddling, angst

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There was a man who kept staring at you on the subway. He made you feel a bit unnerved and, with all the drunk, loud passengers bumping into you and not much space to stand pleasantly, the situation was uncomfortable. He seemed out of place but it wasn’t because of his physicality. Almost everyone there had come from some concert and looked wild themselves. This man had a fur-lined trench coat, a shirt with gray stripes, a pair of matching pants, blue earrings that somehow stayed on, a cross on his forehead, and slicked-back hair. The actual oddness about him was how he was acting. He was calm, composed, and still staring at you. You finished making your observations and, as if on cue, he started to approach. You immediately felt your heart rate rise.

“Hello.”-he said with a small smile-“I was curious if you would like assistance. You look to be in a bit of a predicament”

You debated your options. ‘I could accept this guy’s help but also he’s, y’know, a stranger.’

“No thank you, I’m okay.”

He knew you were just rejecting his aid, you were clearly having trouble. But he was a stranger after all, so he didn’t blame you for being nervous.

“Really? You appear to be struggling.”

You thought about it again. Who were you to refuse help from a stranger? He sounded trustworthy enough.

“You’re right. Thank you for the help.”

His hand was outstretched and you hesitantly grabbed it. There wasn’t much room for anything other than you two to link so he pulled you through. You bumped into people as he dragged you out of the small crowd but they were too preoccupied to care. He led you to a less chaotic spot and grabbed the only overhead handle that was left. You let go of his hand and frantically decided how you were going to hold onto him. However, he chose for you. He placed your hands on his shoulders. Then, he rested your head on his chest and wrapped an arm around you. You were a bit flustered that this random guy decided to get particularly close to you for the sake of “helping you stand up”. Despite the nerve-wracking circumstances, you started to relax. You paid attention to the sound of his heart, ignoring the background noise from the crowd. He sounded tranquil, like nothing fazed him. You could’ve fallen asleep from the serenity of it all. Eventually, after more stops, he started to move your arms off of you. You jumped a bit as you were yanked out of your peace.

“I’m sorry I surprised you, this is my stop.”

You couldn’t help but feel a bit of disappointment. It was short-lived but you had grown just a little too attached to this stranger.

“Oh yeah, that makes sense. Thank you for the help.”

Your eyes followed him as he walked out. He didn’t show any indication that the encounter affected him whatsoever. As the subway sped away, you hung your head down, saddened by the thought that you would probably never meet this mystery man again.

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General Disclaimer: I will do my best to keep the reader gender neutral and physically unspecific unless otherwise stated! The reader will be kept as realistic as possible but remember, it’s all subjective! Not everyone struggles with the same issues and this is a one person blog, so I really just have myself to try and make the reader relate to you! With that, I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: None

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You walked under the orange-colored trees, leaves falling around you and your boyfriend as you walked. The tree-lined boulevard wasn’t too crowded. There were maybe a few people scattered around on benches but other than that, the area was empty. You and Chrollo walked slowly down the middle of the path, savoring the first moments of Autumn. Your arms linked as you two walked in silence. Chrollo reached over you to fix the scarf that was slipping down your arm.

“Pardon my reach. I didn’t think you would want your scarf to fall on the ground.”

Such a simple sentence made your heart pump just a little faster. It was a small act but you felt doted on because of it.

“Thank you Chrollo,” you said softly.

You rested your head on his shoulder, him leaning his head in on yours as if on cue. Public affection wasn’t something Chrollo was always up for, but you appreciated him doing it. You wished this could last forever.

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