violet, blue, green, red | hisoka x chrollo x illumi x fem!reader | 18+

twenty

another explicit nsfw warning on this chapter as it contains:

dub-con (dubious consent) 
adultery themes
graphic depictions of violence
sexual manipulation
sexual punishment

if you're at all unfamiliar with these themes, i suggest looking them up before reading. if you find you could be triggered, skip the time cut. enjoy <3

Standing at the end of the bed, you watch as Chrollo's bare chest rises and falls dutifully with sleep. 

It's well into the next day, the sun pouring in through the uncovered windows. You're happy - at least, you think you are. You had everything you wanted right in front of you, so why does this happiness feel so superficial? 

And, you're in love - at least, you think you are. You felt more like a burden. 

Chrollo had fallen asleep shortly after you finished bandaging his hand the night before, making sure you were close by before letting his eyes finally drift shut. It had been an odd feeling in your gut originally - just a panging reminder that Hisoka and Chrollo spoke about something privately as you reached over for his overturned phone on the bedside table. When you unlocked it, the conversation had met you immediately, a short string of messages lighting the screen against the darkness of the room. 

From: Hisoka Morow
Pakunoda is dead.

From: Hisoka Morow
I will admit, I will miss calling you 'Boss'.

From: Hisoka Morow
Reach out to me once you're settled. I will help you find an exorcist.

To: Hisoka Morow
Why would I ever need your help?

From: Hisoka Morow
You're a hot commodity, Chrollo. Worth a lot of money, too. If you travel alone I can guarantee you won't make it past the border. 

From: Hisoka Morow
You'll be targeted.

To: Hisoka Morow
I would rather not go. Not yet. I cannot leave Y/N nor can I take her with me. 

From: Hisoka Morow
What a pity.

Now, you were dressed and ready to walk out, standing over Chrollo's sleeping frame. It'd be fine - you tell yourself, swallowing the obvious lump in your throat as you hold off on touching him just one last time. No - everything would be perfectly fine. You'd call him every day, he won't be mad at you for making this extremely risky and nearly life-changing decision. Everything would be okay.

Except that couldn't be farther from the truth. 

You tiptoe out of the room, finally letting out a breath you didn't know you were keeping as you close the ornate door behind you. The plan was simple - find Hisoka, wherever he was, and convince him to take Chrollo and help him find an exorcist whilst keeping him safe. 

Finding Hisoka was as simple as taking candy from a baby, the hunter database doing most of the work for you as you hunched over a computer in a local lab, lips screwed shut as you typed in Hisoka's name. According to the database, he had used his license to secure a temporary lease for a studio in Yorknew, and the address was perfectly clear in your eyes. 

Your phone has stayed completely silent as step away from the monitor, stuffing your license back in your pocket before turning around to leave the lab. The address is tucked tight in your mind, and you know this city well enough to loosely find your way to the quiet street, just outside of the downtown district - well-kept apartments lining the street and pedestrians busy about their day. Yet, you sulk all the way there, head hung heavily as you double-check the address on the door before approaching it.