Hunter X Hunter||Chrollo Lucilfer X Reader ||Auction Nights
Suggestive themes hinted, skip if not comfortable.
The rain had been beating down relentlessly against the Yorknew pavements in a never ending drawl, however, even the fresh downpour couldn't wash away the scent of greed and lust which seemed to be the everyday mood of Yorknew now that the auctions were fast approaching rumours spiralled endlessly, civilians hung in thick crowds trying to decipher every line in the daily newspaper as if every line held a code, that could mean the slight difference in life and death. Parents warned their children about monsters lurking around every street corner, the nights grew heavier with more secrets than ever, some people stayed as far as they could, and some wouldn't indulge over them like whiskey on a sad night.
As the nights hung over loosely, maybe the secrets had already been spilt, maybe an assassination attempt, a first one or a second one, it was hard to keep track, or no one really bothered. It was the same story every year on repeat.
Your missions dragged longer, more tenacious as every pebble seemed to echo in the lonely night, the comforting hum of the headphones no longer drowned the noise the world seemed to offer in interest. So, maybe this was the best you had just a small distraction a few moments that's all just till you feel like yourself again, now as you sat hunched over the dimly lit bar, it didnt even have neon lights, the bar seats was usually empty and a soft jazz played not the type people would prefer for escapism but, it somehow drowned the endless orders, the silence a litte at the, counter your legs tucked your heels scruffing the tile now and then.
"It's leaking again...it got all jammed again, the water got ice cold, there was no way to restart it either, and it's like the old landlady just can't bear to see me, despite the mostly rent she is spreading rumours a lot more than usual. I swear if the ceiling dusts on me one more time I might as well pack up and leave."
Chrollo heard your complaints not with a meaningless chatter, or a mindless company, his whiskey sat in front of him like a prop, it almost looked like it belonged to him. It was the kind of stillness Chrollo offered that made you feel heard, and truly, almost studied; he didn't try to fill in the empty silence with comforting words. Still, his presence, magnetic with undertones of danger, offered you the strangest comfort. It was like a fleeting moment of your day, you would vent for an hour or two, telling him the most mundane problems, and there was something about talking to a total stranger who had been with you for no more than a few hours, and you found yourself leaking all your secrets to him.
Then night after night, it was almost like a dream, a ghost of his touch near your collarbones, his lips met your pulse points more than your lips, the lust that should've defined these moments was almost like a sinful Altar that existed for this moment alone, like this was always supposed to happen.
Seconds would turn to minutes by the quiet motel room, the only sounds would be the ruffling of bedsheets as the cool air would kiss your warm body underneath him, time was fickle as these moments every morning like a phantom he would disappear but a single note a poetic verse would be written that reminded you it wasn't a dream.
"It happened all over again, I wonder when you confess all your secrets to me, do you regret it, sweetheart?"
"You shouldn't be reminding me of a book I long forgotten"
It was like with Chrollo, everything was a pre-written verse that had just been waiting to peel open. Time was fickle; once you got tangled with the spider, the walls seemed to really close in on you.
You shouldn't be doing this, but maybe Whiskey would've been the safer choice for you chrollo didn't burn your Throat he made you willingly hand over your journal and thank him for it, his touches on your skin felt like peeling back an old book page by page with the storyline already known and written. You were his, you just didn't know it yet.
A spider shouldn't feel attachment, but now he does, and he weaves the spider's web around you, you just don't know you're a butterfly caught, and Chrollo doesn't let go of beautiful things.
