Hunter x Hunter Boyfriend Scenarios & One Shots

Chrollo x Sweet Tooth Reader ~Treat Me~

Updated

(U) prospective

After sneaking into an elite mafia dinner party I glide threw the crowds of people undetected picking a few pockets plucking some rings off a few jeweled dainty fingers before I reach my ultimate target the ten thousand dollar cake they had specially crafted from rare ingredients coming from even as far as the dark continent I take three plates of the already served cake and I balance them in my hands dancing threw the paths of the crowd carful not to bump into anyone and drop the delicacy I came here for til I find an empty table topped with intricately bordered lace and an odd looking blob of modern "Art" with a shinny little gem on it witch I nab shoving it into my purse as I sit down near the center of the elaborate dinning hall with a crystal chandelier dangling more than fifty yards above my head seemingly swaying in accordance of the music softly lulling the drunks in the back corners of the room to sleep I let out a content sigh smiling in satisfaction as I neatly arrange my three slices of cake out infront of me in a tidily displayed row so as I can admire them before I pick up one of the pure gold forks that I'll be taking with me when I take my leave and watch in awe as I slowly cut into the tip of the first slice and bring the desert to my lips but just as I'm about to take my first bite the large doors to the hall are swung open shots are fired over cross the rows of mafia while I see heads flying sliced at the bases of there necks and strung from the ceiling as a few of the mafia turn on there own starting to tear threw the people while the cracking of necks as there spun from there spines echoes threw out but I don't pay the chaos any mind as I savor the flavor of the cake on my taste buds while the music of screams fill my ears

Chrollo prospective

"Well boss! I think we'v taken care of em all! Want us to gather all there belongings now?" Shalnark asks with a radiating smile as he rests his hands on his hips "yes though first shizuku the bodies if you will" I say turning to her as she enters the room and she nods flicking the switch on her vacuum but when I look back to the mass of dead bodies my eyes catch on a rather peculiar sight a young woman with lavishly (Long/Short) (Hair Color) hair sits closely near to the middle of the dining hall a purse thrown over her shoulder her left leg crossed over her right a slit in her simple black dress starting at her thigh and slicing down her leg as she sits unfazed by the mass murder around her while she eats a slice of cake unharmed not a scratch on her skin "kill her... boss?" Feitan asks permission as we all watch her in bafflement but I raise my hand signaling for everyone to back down and instead I approach the woman coming up to her from behind she doesn't bother to look up at me as I stand opposite to her at the table she's sat at I study her for a moment curiously she doesn't even batt an eye in my direction as she enjoys her pastry just keeps her eyes on the plate set infront of her with two polished plates beside her that I can only assume previously held another two slices of cake and in her lap sits a purse full to the brim with what I believe to be valuables and a gem obviously missing from the art centerpiece in the middle of the table she's seated at

(U) prospective

"Miss?" The man standing across the table from me calls and I look up to him "Yes?" I answer looking him over as I draw my eyes from his tailored suit to his almost just as dark his hair that's meticulously slicked back framing the tattoo on his forehead just perfectly as his steel grey eyes bore into my own he can't be mafia I suppose the use of nen and the followers taking his every order should give away his identity but I had my doubts about the infamous phantom troupe paying a visit to such a small gathering of low quality merchandise "Do you mind?" Mr. Chrollo Luclifer asks his hand rested on the back of the seat across the table from me "not at all" I say and he pulls out the chair sitting "how?" Is all he asks as I shovel a bite of cake into my mouth "how indeed" I hum contently whipping some icing from my lips with my thumb "does the crazy chick know who we are!?" A blond man who looks to be trying to poorly mimic his bosses slicked back hair shouts ever so rudely from across the room leaving a thick silence as I lick the icing off my finger "I do" I nod simply before taking another bite of cake "I just don't particularly give a dame" I exclaim with my mouth full before swallowing and smiling as I stand from my seat