gho(st)²ories (yan/obsessive chrollo x reader)

Act 7, Chapter 9

after all Abir was seemingly on the brink of insanity when she left your house the night the two of you tried to exorcise Chrollo.

Abir's and your doing was left unsucsessful though because Chrollo defended herself, even posessed Abirs body for a moment.

back then you would have never thought that you would ever defend or forgive him for it but so many things have changed since then, he simply didn't want to go back to just exsisting.

you should really call her and tell her about the situation, about how Chrollo really was and that not all ghosts or supernatural being were bad, a lot of them were probably, just like Chrollo, only misunderstood.

and maybe, if Abir was able to take some or all of Chrollos strenght away from him, she may be able to give him some or help him get to his full potential.

she herself described Chrollo as a strong ghost after all.

that was just a thought but if it worked it would make so many things possible.

but you would, as much as yout fingers itched from wanting to call her, have to wait until at least tomorrow morning to call her though.

it was already a little late and you didn't want to wake her up so you decided to go into the study room to finally keep writing into the notebook you 'inherited' from your great uncle.

as silent as possible you made your way over the squeking hallway floor to the study room, opening the door, switching the light on and closing the door behind you again.

you sat down on the antique stool, dragged it closer to the desk to sit comfortably.

you took one of then pens from the pen holder and opened the page where you stopped writing the last time.

your writing had stopped shortly after the exorcism and how Abir left you all by yourself despite your, back then, fear of Chrollo.

you didn't even want to call him by his name until the day after the funeral when you met him face to face for the first time, concisely.

you still don't remember that he spoke to you the same night you wasted yourself and feel asleep on the couch.

you continued with the news of your great uncles passing, the things Chrollo did to mess with you but also that he saved your life when you almost fell down the basements stairs only to steal and hide your clothes two day later to force you to talk with him.

next how surprised you were to see him shortly after the clothes-hiding thing on your couch, how he didn't seem to understand why you were scared of him the same evening but how he was so quick to ease you by telling you to just say what you wanted to and that he'd try to answer everything he could.

you wrote down how you were still careful when it came to ask him something that evening while still bluntly asking how he died only to be completely shocked by the answer.

you wrote about the thing he admitted to have done to get you to go into the attic to find the ouiji board an 'set him free' because he was desperate to not just keep existing anymore and explaining why he acted towards your great aunt and uncle the way he did and that he sometimes, shortly after starting to be as a ghost, couldn't divide past and presence and that that was the reason he was so affectinate towards you and drew that picture of your sleeping form into the notebook while posessing Abir.

next you wrote about your first day at your job, how comforting Chrollo was when you told him about Hisoka and how hard to have around you found him to be, added the bright pink that flashed across your vision when you pulled up into the driveway that day and that you'd see the bright pink at a later point once again.

that the two of you talked about books after you complained about Hisoka to your hearts content and that the great conversation you two had was interrupted by your mother calling, how he supported and helped you during the power outage plus the questions you asked him while the two of you waited for the power to return before he just dissapeared once it was finally back.

the dream you had that night was only summed up by you really shortly and with only a very few words for its actual content and how you refused to tell him about it the day after.

you wrote about how you wanted to pick up a book for Chrollo in the library after work but instead went home empty handed and soaking wet from the rain.

how you almost ran over an animal on your way home and were so frustrated by the entire day that you cried in Chrollos arms while he did his best comforting you, how deep him and you interacted for the rest of that evening, how close you got.

that you fell asleep on him and woke up with your head in his lap and spend about ten minutes to admirer his beauty before going back to sleep only to wake up sick the next day.

finally you wrote about how well he took care of you this past week, you even wrote about his obvious shift in mood on Hisokas sudden visit.

with red from embarassment cheeks you even wrote down that he slept in the same bed as you the first night you fell ill.

at the very end you re-mentioned the flash of pink you saw about two to three times before you had this sleeping pralysis where you met the pink once again as the hair color of the creepy woman watching you sleep in the guest room.

you expressed your concern about the paralysis you experienced and the woman you didn't recognize from anywhere.

you pointed out to be sure to remember her face if you would've even only crossed her on the street due to her attention grabbing hair and that you yet weren't sure if she was actually real or not but you convinced more yourself than anyone else in the world that she was not and that your conciousness was just playing a trick on you, that it wasn't worth it to tell Chrollo about that night and the worrie it carried with it.