#chrollo hcs

- he has REALLY bad posture. in the PT base during yorknew, when Chrollo is reading a book, he is literally hunched over and his back is at like a 45 degree angle🥺

- he’s very smug and cocky. after his fight against Zeno and Silva, he asks with a smirk to Zeno “if we were in a fight, who would win, you or me?” and chuckles knowingly when Zeno replies. during Chrollo vs Hisoka, Chrollo says that he is “100% sure that i am going to win”

- his personality switches depending on who he’s with. with the troupe, he’s logical and stoic—never losing his temper. when he’s with Hisoka, he’s much more relaxed and friendly + smiles much more often. when he’s with someone older, he’s respectful.

- he doesn’t seem to mind celebrations/parties. he’s seen drinking with the troupe in a manga panel after the auction.

- he seems very self aware of his handsome appearance, as he lured Neon in + most of the abilities in his book are from women.

- in terms of physical strength, Chrollo is 7th in the Troupe —above Bonolenov, Nobunaga, Shalnark, Pakunoda, Shizuku, and Kortopi, making him MUCH MUCH MUCH stronger than even superhumans such as Gon and Killua. (I love this fact for some reason)

- he had many similarities to Gon and Kurapika as a kid. (read Ch. 395-397, which is the Troupe backstory. it has a lot of cute baby Troupe member scenes🥺)

- he has a habit of covering his mouth with his hand whenever he is thinking deeply about something or connecting the lines.

- he knows a shocking amount about the Kakin Empire (in the manga), even more so than some of the Princes of the Kakin Empire.

- he seems to have a habit of smirking whenever something is going according to plan or when something went according to plan. he also just seems to enjoy smirking in general.

- his favorite color seems to be purple due to much of his outfits being some sort of variation of purple.

- in official arts + mobage cards, he seems to have dark circles under his eyes. in the yorknew city arc, he is also the only troupe member who didn’t sleep during the entire arc, meaning that he seems to have some sort of insomnia.

- in mobage cards, Chrollo seems to have a habit of fidgeting with his clothes. (pulling off his tie during the Christmas mobage card, playing with his hat, etc,.)

- he is very athletic, considering how at the end of yorknew city when he was left nen-less on those plateaus, he managed to climb down and find shelter all by himself.

- he is also very rich, since on average, every Zoldyck assassination costs around 1 billion—Chrollo managed to afford to assassinate the 10 Dons, meaning 10 billion Jenny.

- Chrollo doesn’t seem to care whenever someone is being disrespectful towards him or the troupe.

- Chrollo seems to have a particular fondness for suits, as he is often seen wearing a suit in official arts

- Chrollo often wears clothing that covers much of his body

- Chrollo seems to have the traditional values of a chivalrous man, meaning that he respects women quite a lot and makes sures to keep them safe. Chrollo made sure to catch Neon in the most respectful way when she “fell” (he literally could have just grabbed her by the arm and it would have been fine), he made sure to keep Pakunoda + Machi + Shizuku in the same team during yorknew (there were no men in their team), and during the Chrollo vs Hisoka battle, none of the female spectators (or even the commentator) were harmed.

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Chrollo is an insommiac for sure but he's also definitely not a morning person.

Prompt: This, what is this?

It's a lunchbox! For work

It's a relatively new feature in Chrollos life that sometimes he wakes up to an alarm not set by himself. Alarms in general are not something he's been too fond of so far.

He'll wake up when his body tells him to and works in the evenings most of the time anyways.

But not only is the alarm ringing on the other side of the bed quite hard to ignore, the form moving off of him and into its direction to exasperatedly hit the top is an added loss of comfort.

When you've managed to turn off the alarm, after your first four attempts only managed to hit the table, you slump back down and groan.

"Ughhhh".

He chuckles lowly and slowly opens his eyes to look fondly upon your form splayed next to his.

You're still wearing his shirt and some underwear from your closet, an outfit you pulled together in exhaustion after yesterday's late-night lovemaking session.

The morning light from the window paints your shapes in gold, giving you an almost ethereal glow. No matter the unruly hair strewn around your head.

He takes a little moment to just admire you in your morning haze.

"Good morning, my love".

"G'morning", you mumble and start to wiggle your way back on top of him. Chrollo gladly welcomes you back into his arms.

"When do you need to be there today?" He begins, now pondering the timely possibilities of a quick morning make-out session. A few kisses would make early mornings bearable at least.

"Too soon," you sigh exasperatedly, making him smile once again.

You peck his lips quickly and then make to roll yourself out of bed and get started with the day.

Chrollo listens to the shower turning on in the bathroom and just stays where he is for now.

Phantom Troupe w/ a Tall!Fem!Reader

Characters: Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor, Uvogin Type: Headcanons, Fem!Reader

Haven’t written hxh for a hot minute… replaced Hisoka w/ Chrollo cus I don’t write for him! also reader is intended to be in the 6’0+ range

Warnings: a tad suggestive?

Random thoughts on how I think a potential lover could change Chrollo:

🕷️I feel like Chrollo is the type of person who walks a fine line between craving connection and rejecting vulnerability. His emotional detachment doesn’t mean he’s indifferent to others. He expresses a clear sense of responsibility for the Troupe while simultaneously maintaining a certain distance. To me, this paradox reveals that he craves connection but cannot afford to be vulnerable without risking his authority and identity.

If he were fully detached, he wouldn’t care about Uvogin’s death or go as far as holding a requiem to honor him. But if he were fully vulnerable, he wouldn’t be able to maintain the ruthless control required to lead a group like the Troupe.

That said, how he would treat a potential love interest depends very much on who they are to him. For his potential s/o to move beyond mere curiosity and become someone he genuinely cherishes, they would need to be irreplaceable in his eyes—someone no one else could ever replicate or replace.

This person would have to be able to pull him away from his habitual detachment, drawing him out of his constant way of analysing the people around him. They wouldn’t just capture his attention but anchor him in the present, making him live in the moment/lose himself in the emotion he’s feeling in the moment.

But it’s very likely that the same qualities that draw him in would also shake him. Someone with the power to make him lose himself in the moment also holds the power to change his worldview. For a man who survives by maintaining intellectual and emotional control, being vulnerable a would threaten the stability he’s built around himself and the Troupe.

At first, his instinct would likely be to push him away. I don’t think this would be due to indifference but because their influence on him represents a loss of control, something he cannot afford when his leadership hinges on his ability to stay emotionally untouchable. Letting someone see or discover his unfiltered core means risking the detachment that enables him to make the kind of ruthless decisions the Troupe’s survival demands.

Though I can definitely imagine how someone who makes him feel something beyond duty and cold calculation would eventually become a pull he cannot resist, no matter how much he tries to maintain his distance. 🤭

It’s likely that this relationship would redefine his existence. For once, he would have something outside the Troupe’s mission that holds genuine value. This could manifest in subtle ways like small acts of protectiveness or moments where his calm facade cracks, or even instances where he prioritizes their safety over the Troupe’s objectives. If that person were in the troupe themself, his actions would ultimately go against his motto that nobody is more important than the whole.

꧁༺ I can fix him he’s so majestic god help me I’m obsessed 😔 ༻꧂

(Maybe ill write HCs soon or oneshots)

He’s neither fond nor hateful of children. He doesn’t see the point nor sense in hating them as he’s been one once—as were his most cherished people. But they’re just that, little humans whom he doesn’t see as inherently innocent and helpless either.

He’s got a big thing for pomegranates, but nothing’s more annoying to him than coming across an enticingly red one just for the seeds to be acidic. When their skin’s red he tends to just go for it and bite into the full thing without peeling it.

He enjoys classic fairy and folklore tales, especially in their morbid lessons and rawness. The Red Hiding Hood, Hansel and Gretel, Rumpelstiltskin and Bluebeard are some of his favorites.

Because of his peculiar name and his habit to juggle identities, he’s always found a strange comfort in Spirited Away and Juliet’s monologue in Romeo and Juliet.

He believes he’s got a talent for writing, but his confidence always falters when he wants to put into paper a musing that’s dear to him.

Shalnark being taller than him annoys him to no end lol. Like he knows it’s not a big deal, and he’s not short by any means but… he thinks he’s got the ‘big height, 180cm+’ energy, you know? Not the geek

His smile’s slightly crooked/lopsided, and it’s much more noticeable when his smile’s genuine. Pakunoda and Machi secretly think it’s he most adorable thing ever.

His hair got to his shoulders at some point, he’d even style it in a low ponytail or a braid, but he cut cut cut it bc too much work.

I doubt he’s figured his ideal type. Although he’s certain he doesn’t want to date someone who’s just himself in a different font style and personality wise. He prefers contrast, be it physically, morally or in their overall demeanor. Not day and night either, just someone who’s different to keep him guessing and make things interesting.

If he wanted a pet, he’d be in for a fish, a cat or a snake. He doesn’t want to be all up in their space, and he doesn’t want them to be in his either. Just a presence is enough. But bc of maintenance and stuff, he’d prefer cat… or just a stray one he’d bring treats to and hang out with from time to time.

He’s only got a crush on someone once, when the Troupe was still starting out and lingered longer in areas to set up their plans. He never acted on it tho, and they were mutually rude to one another. So go figure lmao. (That person’s probably still alive and most likely lost their student job bc of the Troupe’s shenanigans)

I’m sure this has been said a billion times already but he’s yappatron 3000 when you get him drunk enough to spill the secrets of the universe (btw he doesn’t know shit)

The whole Troupe thinks he wears contacts because no way his vision is still flawless by now. Never confirmed nor denied anything.

he makes sure you’re safe in the comfort of your home before he calls up feitan, explaining the situation. luckily he’s in the same city for a heist, and they finally go to the abandoned warehouse chrollo had taken the assassin to rot in. they torture him for the entirety of the night, gathering intel about who sent him and what they wanted to kill his angel for.

for once, chrollo’s thankful that he’s watched years worth of dark web videos to teach him the proper methods to agonize a human being.

and ugh… chrollo would come back in the middle of the night while you’re sleeping… there’s a bit of blood on his face when you wake up, mumbling “what happened angel, you okay?” as you reach out for him. he’s controlled his blood lust well for the night, but you’re a master of nen as well and could see it seeping out more than he’d ever allow in public. pupils blown wide, and a grin plastered on his face, replacing the usual victorious smirk.

“i’m fantastic, my venusian angel,” chrollo spoke so softly… until he began to manically laugh. more of his blood lust filled the bedroom you shared. he slowly grabbed your head with both of his hands, looking into your sleepy eyes. “i promise that awful man will never hurt you again,” chrollo whispered, kissing your forehead before he began to cackle once more.

you giggled, scooting over to let him get into the bed, unbothered by his blood lust or mental state.

chrollo x reader drabble with vague allusions to sex. inspired vaguely by fishtail by lana because i love lana and the chrollo + lana combo is lethal

cw: none i think but chrollo is kinda weird and bit of a red flag

technically no explicit mentions of reader's gender but they wear dresses so idk

~ 600 words

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You doubt even he knows what he wants from you. 

Truly, Chrollo doesn't care for much at all in the world, only the Phantom Troupe and whatever captures his interest at any given time. He doesn't talk about things like the past, but you're sure it carries weight to it from the way the Troupe always put nothing but their utmost faith in him.

‘Hedonistic’ is the word you think of when you think of Chrollo, spoiling himself and the Troupe in the items he steals. Whatever shiny thing catches his eyes will be his. Sometimes you think that with the way he looks at you, perhaps you're just another shiny thing he wants to possess. 

He carries himself like a true gentleman, a well crafted veneer of class and sophistication. The slight bow when he meets others, straight posture, ironed suits, and his finely manicured hands.  

He loves to read, and you can tell, Chrollo, ever the quiet romantic. He can speak endlessly on anything, with a wealth of knowledge beneath his expensive belt. A thief in the skin of a Victorian nobleman. He always insists on taking you to fancy restaurants in Yorknew, even though he always makes you two leave without paying. Gifting you artfully crafted bouquets and expensive jewellery that he almost certainly didn't pay for. Sneaking into orchestras and ballets with no tickets, yourself dressed in the fine jewels and pretty dresses he gets for you, and him in his patent leather coat over his well tailored black suits. 

Sometimes at night, before either of you are tired, he’ll read to you whatever limited edition classic he made off with from a private auction, his soft voice lulling you to sleep. Or perhaps it’s more of a siren’s song than a peaceful lullaby. As you fall asleep, you always feel it, the soft press of his lips against your forehead, right where he has the tattoo on his. 

But at times his gentlemanly charade slips, the facade of a well mannered man falls for just a moment.

You’ll never forget the way he so intently looked at the scarlet eyes of the Kurta, fixated on them, watched them, severed and put into jars surrounded by a yellowish liquid, and faint trails of blood. Like he just couldn't get enough of the sight, a light smile touching his mouth, eyes unable to tear themselves from the sight, needing to indulge himself in the pleasure brought from his spoils, over and over again. 

Sometimes it seems like he wears that same expression when he’s on top of you, with his hair down, shadows cast from his brow to his eye, the flat of his torso splayed across yours, and you can feel every inch of his skin pressing against yours, the slight digging of his hip bones against your flesh. That same fascination and intensity in his stare, boring deep within you. You can feel his attention fall to every minute reaction your body gives up. How he knows every way in which you respond to his touch. His slender hands clench your waist like they're his to hold onto so tightly. His tongue unable to leave you, his eyes drawn to the sheen of his saliva on your skin. He kisses your knees gently after you bruise them on the tough hotel carpets in front of him. He leaves bruises decorating your neck and collarbone for you to wear alongside the necklaces he gifts you. Sometimes he bites down hard, not hard enough to bleed, but hard enough to remind you that he’s the only one allowed to rough you up and treat you kindly after. In all fairness, Chrollo's the only one you let treat you in such a way, the only one who would treat you in such a way. 

And perhaps it is all just a charade, an evocation of old-timey traditionalism to mask his selfish desire to possess you like another one of his stolen treasures. Or maybe he does just want to treat you nice, take you out to rooftop dinners under a setting sun, show that, in a gentlemanly way, of course, he maybe feels something akin to love for you.

You wouldn't know. You doubt even he knows. Chrollo has always been enigmatic, even from when you first met him. And just maybe, he is to himself, too.

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