𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Possession

Top!Chrollo

Bottom!Y/N

Summary: After crooning sweet nothings into your ear for months and all of the shallow promises, you now find him with another woman at the restaurant he took you on your first date to? The audacity of this man. You drained your wine glass in a quick, jerky motion that was filled with barely contained violence. However, it was just enough to keep you from marching over to the table and making a bloody scene.

How dare he?

Author: villainbait (on ao3)

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You sat a few tables away in the carefully crafted disguise Hisoka had helped you with earlier, methodically swirling the wine inside of your glass. Your teeth were aching from how hard you clenched your jaw as you watched the strange woman's fingers glide over the back of Chrollo's hand in a flirty, intimate gesture. You could barely stomach to watch as he turned his hand over to lace his fingers with hers. Fingering the knife strapped underneath the garter on your thigh, you considered that maybe you'd remove that hand first, before you-

Jealousy was eating you alive the longer you spied on the pair, hardly able to stand to see Chrollo accept such affection so casually from another. It was enough to make your blood heat dangerously, and you took a deep breath to calm yourself lest your bloodlust slip free and give you away.

How dare he?

After crooning sweet nothings into your ear for months and all of the shallow promises, you now find him with another woman at the restaurant he took you on your first date to? The audacity of this man. You drained your wine glass in a quick, jerky motion that was filled with barely contained violence. However, it was just enough to keep you from marching over to the table and making a bloody scene.

Ignoring the sharp pang in your chest, you instead focus on picking apart his behavior while you decide how to approach this. He had been acting strangely this last week...well, more than usual. The wall he had suddenly erected between the two of you had been surprising to say the least, and you'd be lying if you said it hadn't hurt. You realized how much you'd come to care for the troupe leader, and you thought he had felt the same. Obviously, you were wrong.

She suddenly laughed loudly at something he said and you found yourself wanting to tear her throat out.

Watching as Chrollo excused himself to presumably go to the bathroom, you knew this was your only chance; rising from your chair to follow after him. You removed your disguise quickly and left it on the table, having no further need for it. However, you stopped by their table first. You finally allowed a little of your bloodlust to escape, watching in satisfaction as the woman stiffened when she felt the ferocity of your feelings. Your hand landed on her slender shoulder hard enough to make her jump in her seat before digging sharp nails into her fragile skin as you leaned down to whisper into her ear. If she was lucky, she'd have a nice imprint of your nails for the remainder of the evening. You could feel her tension, her terror, and it was almost enough to make you forget why you'd come.

"You're not good enough for him," you whispered silkily, your tone far too calm for the emotions simmering just beneath the surface. Your nails crept along the side of her neck, before you gently smoothed her perfectly coiffed hair back from her temple. "If I find you sitting here when I come back, I've already decided to start with removing your pretty little fingers."

You straightened and withdrew from the now visibly trembling woman before sauntering in the direction you had last seen Chrollo go. Your cool confidence was a quickly slipping mask, barely holding back the urge to go back and kill the interloping woman. You didn't even have to turn around to know she had bolted the moment you turned your back, which earned her the smallest bit of respect from you. She wasn't a total idiot.