𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.

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--> Chrollo Lucilfer was sitting down on his bed, eyes focused on the book he was reading. Nothing was planned today so the rest of the troupe were out doing whatever they did on their days off. Everyone except you, that is. You decided to stay with him at the base, though, he seemed a bit down today. The others claim you know him the best and honestly, they weren't wrong either. The slightest change in him always just seemed to bother you in some way. You liked him for who he was and wanted it to stay like that. Maybe that's why you make a good lover for him? <--


" Lucil ~ ! " you called to him, using your favorite nickname as you crawled onto the bed next to him, looking at the book he was reading. Though, he didn't seem to hear you -  he just seemed to be in a daze, so you poked him on the cheek. This time he blinked, putting the book down before allowing his dark, velvety black eyes fix upon you. " Yes, dear? " he spoke somewhat quietly. 


Slightly concerned, you moved the book out of the way, only then to move the hair covering his face out of the way, placing the back of your hand to his forehead. " You're kinda hot - " you said. " Well, of course I am, you tell me everyday." he claimed. He knew what you meant but he was only teasing you as he usually did. This resulted into you becoming a slight shade of red, you glared at the male. " You need to lie down. You might be sick. " you told him.


Chrollo didn't like the sound of that though. " I'm not sick - I'm perfectly fine, Y/N. " he stated as he then rested his arms in a folded position. "  Pleassssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. " you whined as you also begged him. He had no choice but to listen. " Fine. Only because it's necessary." he frowned.


You smiled innocently. " Thank youuuu ~ !" you said as you watched the male disappear under the blankets. " Do I have to sleep -" he asked. You sighed , shaking your head. " Yes. Until you get better at least." you claimed as you walked out of the bedroom, closing the door until it was only a few centimeters open. 


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