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Adultrio Prompt: I swear, if anyone lays a hand on you, I'll cut their arm off

Author: agent_cupcake (on ao3)

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"I swear, if anyone lays a hand on you, I'll cut their arm off, too," Hisoka said sweetly into your ear, keeping you facing the dead man who'd been trying to seduce you.

You were shaking in the unwelcome cage of his arms, having just watched uselessly while the innocent man bled out. He'd taken a few minutes to die, but was now silent and still in the lake of his own blood. There was so much blood. After Hisoka removed his arm, it had begun begun gushing from the empty socket almost cartoonishly.

The man's only sin was a casual touch of your arm and a flirtatious smile. You hadn't even known Hisoka was there, you had thought you were safe.

"Why?" you asked in a voice surprisingly steady considering you just watched an innocent man bleed out while screaming for your help. It was despicable to sound so calm, especially while the murderer held you in what could only be called an embrace, but you needed to know.

"It's unforgivably rude to touch other people's toys. Besides, it's only an arm."

"Illumi, everything is going to be fine. It's not a big deal," you told him with wide, imploring eyes. He'd been so paranoid about letting you leave the mountain since you'd gotten pregnant, but you were barely even showing yet. The doctor said it was healthy to get out and move around, especially in these early stages.

Illumi didn't agree, but had eventually relented.

Still, he was obviously unimpressed with your attempt at convincing him that everything would be fine.

"What are the rules?" he asked, black stare piercing. You sighed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

"If I attempt to put any more than two meters distance between us without permission, I will be secured and returned home. If I disobey any of your orders, I will be returned home. If I put myself and our child at risk for any reason, I will be secured and taken home where my punishment will be considered. If we encounter any situation you think is dangerous, I will be secured and taken home," you recited blandly, the words bitter on your tongue.

You didn't think the rules were necessary, especially the one regarding punishment, but it was the price you had to pay for a break from the monotony of Kikyo's endless lessons in motherhood.

Illumi's face remained impassive, but his lack of comment meant you'd done well.

Perhaps he took your weary expression as nerves of the danger he was so obviously preparing for, because he raised a hand to brush your cheek.

"You don't have to worry," Illumi said, his voice softened somewhat, "If anyone lays a hand on you, I'll cut their arm off."

"The people you know... the things you do... They're dangerous, huh?" you asked Chrollo, trying to hide your anxiety underneath a layer of forced nonchalance. Truthfully, you were very happy he'd opened up to you -even if he was a criminal- but it was still hard to hear.

Well, you could live with it. Because you loved him.

Chrollo cracked a smile, a grin made from cold humor that didn't reach his eyes.

"You could say that," he allowed, just as casually as you'd spoken.

Silence fell between you, sitting in the familiar comfort of your warmly lit living room as you often did when he visited. There were things you wanted to say, things you wanted him to say, but you weren't sure how to approach them.

Finally, he broke the quiet by drawing breath, drawing your thankful gaze.

The eyes you met weren't quite the eyes of the man you knew, the man you loved. It was someone colder. Harder.

"I swear, if anyone lays a hand on you, I'll cut their arm off," Chrollo vowed. Chills erupted down your arms, unable to pull yourself from that unfamiliar gaze with a strangely choked feeling in your throat.

Only moments later, the intensity between the two of you dropped, his mouth forming a warmer smile and eyes softening into the man you knew.

You laughed awkwardly, relieved.

"That was a joke?" you asked hopefully.

"Of course," he responded, but the cold was still tickling at the back of your neck.