Chrollo Imagines

You're Beautiful When You Cry

Tw: Manipulation, Threat of Death of Loved Ones, Mentions of Murder, Some smut in the end, Female Reader

Chrollo wasn't a traditional romantic. Yes, he had gotten good at faking it, using what he learned through books or watching people. Using as man tactics as he could to lure you in. And it had worked. Eventually, you had fallen head over heels for him. Loving his sweet words, his gifts, his romantic dates. Chrollo knew what you wanted and gave it all to you.

Faking it could only go so far. The real him would have to come out. It was only bound to happen. Of course, Chrollo was smart. He knew how to work with people, how to appease them. You were no different, after all this whole little show was for you. Bit by bit he let the real him be revealed. The dates became more about staying home or off to browse a book shop. Gifts still came, though they were commonly from his missions. Not that he ever disclosed where they were from. He waited for your reaction every time he let himself slip. Waiting to see how you'd react, to see how much he could get away with. And oh, how you allowed so much. You allowed the dates to slow down, allowed him to leave on "business" without much of a description. You were so easy. Buying whatever excuse he gave to you that day. That was probably what drove him crazy with you. Chrollo could easily mould you into whatever he wanted, and it would be so simple when you were already so close to how he wanted. You already had so many things he loved about you. As a whole, Chrollo loved you so dearly.

Unfortunately, his mask must have slipped, he must have forgotten to cover his tracks because here you were. Crying in your shared room as you hastily pack your things in a bag. You must not have noticed him coming in. Too busy grabbing your clothes from the closet and shoving them in the bag.

"My love, what's all this?" Chrollo stepped out from lurking in the shadows into your eyesight. You were a sight to behold, you looked exhausted, with puffy eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks.

You were frozen in your spot at his voice. Must not have expected him so soon. "I'm leaving." It was barely a whisper, but he heard it. Your eyes refused to even look at him. Instead, seemingly choosing to stare at the clothes in your hand.

Chrollo walked towards you, not missing how your body tensed the closer he got. Only to flinch when he rested his hands on your shoulders to have your body face him better. "I see. I don't seem to remember a vacation we had planned." His words generally didn't mean what he said. Rather he hoped you would pick up on the frustration he was feeling seeing you like this. "Chrollo" Your voice was still weak, but at least you looked up at him with those tear-filled eyes. So sad yet so beautiful. It was wrong sure, to find your crying to be so pretty and captivating. But then again, Chrollo was rarely ever morally right.

"I-I found your papers. A-about your work. Your real work." Faux confidence was lingering in your words. As if you hoped that if you put on a brave front, at least something that wasn't how you really felt. That Chrollo would let you leave easier. He knew he should, but how could he? How could he leave you, after all, you been through. He fell in love with you. It was true and genuine. Feelings he had never felt before. And you simply wanted to leave because he wasn't as clean as he made himself out to be.

"That's a shame. I really didn't want you to find out my love." He meant it, he wanted you to live in ignorant bliss about what he did. About what he really was. Yet, that wasn't plausible anymore so he would have to resort to his other methods. Luckily he knew everything about you know, it had been months after all of the two of you together. Chrollo learned all he could about you, how you handled things, how to break you down. He knew that you were relatively weak. Usually, something he hated, but with you. His sweet little thing, it was the best thing he could have ever asked for. If he did everything right, it wouldn't be hard to manipulate you back into his arms willingly.

Chrollo pulls you into his arms, having your headrest on his chest. "This was bound to happen." He only squeezed harder when you resisted, trying to push off. "I tried to keep you out of it. Didn't want someone like you to see all that." Letting one of his hands-free from caging you in. He used said hand to lift your chin, making you look into his eyes. "Someone as sweet as you have no right getting involved with all of that. It must have been so hard for you." His voice was condescending, sickly sweet even. "I was just trying to protect you from all of that. From the bad of the world." Before he could continue his rant, you had cut him off. "You are the bad of the world." Your words shocked him, but then again he should have expected it. You had just found out the guy you were dating and lived with was a murderer.

"Am I? Maybe. But then again, if I really was. Would making the bad of the world angry a good idea?" Confusion and fear filled your eyes. "Now I know I'm not bad of the world, trust me there's worst. But, I don't think your poor defenceless mother could tell the difference if the bad or the worse came to get her." He admired how your face changed, anger had taken over. "But as long as I'm here, you and everyone you love is safe." It was a threat. You leave and everyone you love will die. Leaning back against his chest you began to sob even harder. "Let's try to go back to normal my dear, huh?" You gave a response that sounded like you agreed. You were his and he'd fight until he had you for himself. Now that you knew about his work, maybe you could join him on his longer trips. That would be nice. "I love you. And hey." You looked up at him. "You're beautiful when you cry."

He wasn't lying, you really were. Maybe it was the fact you were being so vulnerable with him when you cried. And after all, Chrollo did have some sick need for power. But oh how good you look there in his arms with tears running down your face. Such a sweet and easy prize for the taking. And so he did.

He felt bad for having all this new information sprung on you, it would only be fair if he made it up to you. His kisses were tender against your cheek, slowly trailing down your neck. "C-Chrollo not-" "I'm trying to help, so let me." With that, your words died in your throat. Allowing him to continue the onslaught of his lips on your skin. They were desperate like he was trying so badly to prove to you he was good. That you made the right decision. Things can go back. And he did mean all of it. He wanted it all. To have you running into his arms every time he walked through the door. That's all he could think of as he began to move you onto the bed. Laying you down as both of your clothes began to be shed. Every kiss was desperate as the last.

Chrollo knew how you like things, he had always managed to make you beg him for more. This time would be no different. And oh how those sweet words came when he began to go down on you. Kissing your inner thigh between devouring you. You were so sweet, a taste he couldn't ever get sick of. As much as sometimes it pained him to admit it, he loved you and had no plans to ever let you get away.