𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Yandere!Chrollo takes pictures of reader

Top ! Chrollo

Bottom! Y/N

Author: LazyPerfectionist (on ao3)

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He'd introduced himself to you as Chrollo. Chrollo Lucilfer.

It was somewhat disconcerting to meet someone who had a name so close to an actual demon, but his kind smile, soft features and poetic words put you at ease the moment you'd met at your favorite coffee shop. You had been trying to review material for the final exam of your college career, and were more than a little stressed, and he'd made his way over to you and wooed you with the cheesiest pickup line you could ever have imagined. You would have brushed him off to focus on your studies, but the way he strategically laid his palm on the back of your hand, and told him that you were one of the prettiest beings he had ever met was enough to melt you. Just enough.

He had a habit of taking photographs of you every time you met up again at the coffee shop, then while on a picnic in Yorknew City's central park, and then at dinner in one of the nicest spots in the city.

In this last photograph, you smiled and posed for the camera as usual, showing off the overly expensive meal you had been treated to. But this time you ventured to ask him what he did with all of the pictures. He had been reluctant to take selfies on your own phone and never had a stranger take pictures of you together, which struck you as odd.

"Why do you love taking pictures of me so much?" You teased, tapping him on his bandaged forehead with the blunt end of your fork. The bandage was another mystery - you were sometimes concerned about what injury or large pimple but let it go. One puzzle to solve at a time.

He smiled knowingly, looking down at his plate and then up at you seductively once more.

"You are a work of art. It's only my duty to capture it."

You smiled like a fool, twirling your pasta. "Thank goodness I have you, I was worried I didn't have enough cheese on my entree."

You took a sip of red wine and nodded as he finally excused himself from the table after receiving a phone call. "Business," he said, simply. You accepted this answer, still unsure of what he actually did for a living.

While he was gone, you noticed that on the side of his chair, he had left his camera hanging. A curiosity overwhelmed you, and you had an urge to check the photos he had just taken. He never let you review them past the actual moments in which he took them.

Looking to the side to make sure he was actually gone, you quickly grabbed his camera and went through the photos. As expected, they were truly beautiful. He had a talent, and your heart swelled with pride knowing that he had chosen you as his muse.

Until you continued to scroll deeper and deeper into his camera roll. What you then saw shocked you.

Pictures he shouldn't have. Pictures of you up to a month before he had met you, taken at a distance. Pictures of you with family he'd never met. Pictures of you doing mundane household chores, jogging out in the city, asleep.

Your stomach started to lurch and you immediately got up, picking up your things. Unfortunately, he must have seen you at a distance and followed you as you attempted to leave the floor and exit the building. You had already called your taxi, terrified out of your mind.

"Where are you going?" He called out from the lobby, his usual warm, comforting smile, now deceitful and horrifying.

"These pictures are... you've been taking pictures of me longer than we've known each other," you accused, your voice sounding more and more ridiculous the longer you spoke.

"That's true," he said, remorseless, walking towards you. As you backed up, you lost your balance, stumbling on the very high heels you wore for this occasion, and to your fortune, or misfortune, he caught you in a swift motion.

You froze at his touch now, disgusted by the man you had previously been smitten with, but he continued to look at you with the same love and affection, he always had. You started to wonder if it were genuine.

"You were beautiful in the photos I took, but you're absolutely perfect in my arms."

He truly was a demon, you thought.