Chrollo X Reader - Blog Posts

a/n: i noticed there are very little fics of my goat chrollo, ive had this idea for a while and im proud for finally writing it!

cw: kidnapping, clan genocide, mayhaps a bit ooc? kurta!reader, arson, mentions of gore

credits for header: ME! i made the header this time! do you guys like it ...

credits for dividers: @neroticbf

Imagine you were part of the Kurta clan. The medic, treating people's wounds, helping the little kids get over falling on the ground. It was peaceful and quiet. But that was before Chrollo came.

You don't know what he was doing, but it appeared he had strained his leg when he fell in your clan. You of course took him in and started treating his wounds. You helped him get better. You made dishes he liked.

You had to go out to restock on medicine and food, you passed your test a few months ago, so now it was much easier to treat wounds. Your peace only lasted a few hours though.

Burning houses, dead bodies. You can swear they're eyeless, but you couldn't tell since you began running to your house. By some miracle (?) your house hadn't caught the flames, you opened the door to see Chrollo waiting, almost as if he didn't care.

You explain everything to him, as if he wasn't there to see it, pulling his arm so you two can find survivors. Chrollo mumbles an apology before he knocks you out with a simple swipe.

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You wake up with cold sweat all over you in a room you don't recognize. It's filled with lavish velvet covers adorned with black accents. You have to take a moment to regain your breath and consciousness. Was that all a dream? No, if it was you'd be in your room.

You attempt to get up and get out of bed, before noticing your moves are stopped by a chain tied to your bed post. You give it a few tugs, before realizing it won't budge. You're immediately startled by the door opening.

"Ah, you're awake," Chrollo says, as if this is perfectly fine. He's holding up a tray that contains a neat breakfast of miso soup and eggs. "I was wondering if I was too harsh."

"C-Chrollo what's going on?! Why am I chained-"

"That was just in case," Chrollo casually explains, placing the tray next to you. "Now can you eat your breakfast?"

"Wha- Chrollo what happened to my clan?!"

"I killed them."

You froze. He said it so casually, almost as if he was saying the weather. You actually question yourself if it isn't important but snap back to reality.

"Why?"

"To sell the eyes on the black market," Chrollo responds. "Now could you hurry and eat?"

You're still shocked, you're not sure how to react. It feels like you're the one who's crazy for asking the questions. Reluctantly you start eating (after trying to look for any hints of drugs of course). It tastes..good? It feels like Chrollo went out of his way for this.

"....why did you spare me?" You ask after swallowing.

"You were nice to me," Chrollo says. "You allowed me to recover faster and to deal with your clan faster."

You grip the spoon harder, guilt beginning to fill you.

Is this a hell you created?

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hope you enjoyed! smooches you

Nicknames they have for you:

Feitan: Doll and doll face. (for some reason I feel like he’d call his s/o ‘little flame’ and ‘my little sun’ in his native language. Darling if they’re someplace formal/undercover or more as a snide/sarcastic nickname to show whose in charge. Brat if they’re being a tease or he’s teasing them. I could also see him saying my pretty little play thing 🤣).

Chrollo: Mi amore, love, dear, darling, sweetheart, my queen/muse/heart/treasure/one and only (very formal and classic names. He might also just look at you and call you irreplaceable)

Phinks: Babe and sweet cheeks

Machi: Just uses your name. (Baby once in a blue moon in private).

Killua: cheeks and babe. (My little light and baby only in private or if one of you is hurt, sick or upset).

Nicknames you have for them:

Feitan: Fei, Killer Queen, hot tamale, love, hunny bun, demon spawn, skull face (honestly I think he gets the worst nicknames given bc his s/o can get away with it). The most common ones they use are love, Fei and Killer Queen.

Chrollo: Lover boy, love and amore. (I feel like Chrollo has a personal hatred for the nickname Babe & Bae because of how casual it sounds. He likes very formal sounding ones but prefers just his name when around others).

Phinks: Babe (sometimes they teasingly call him Mr. Macho).

Machi: Pink cheeks, my little needle, babe (she hates being called baby, it makes her feel less dominant).

Killua: Sparky, sweets, love, babe, baby cakes, kitten, kit kat (if they’re older than Killua I can totally see them calling him hun/honey or baby). The most used ones are definitely Sparky, Kit Kat and Babe.

As always, thank you and lmk if you want thoughts on something or request something!

Do they prefer a younger, older or same age partner:

Feitan: I think he could go any way. He’d enjoy an older partner due to life experience and a more realistic view on life. However I’m leaning to more of a younger partner because there’s something about the naivety and innocence that brings out his curiosity. How far can he push you? Does he want to break the way you think about the world or protect it? The way their vision isn’t tinted with how cruel the world is just crazy to him. He’ll definitely tease you but he is always thinking about your view and coming up with new things to get your opinion on. It’s intriguing to him.

Chrollo: roughly same age. He wants someone whose curious but not naive or necessarily very experienced in life. He’d rather go through life exploring and discovering new things and ideologies with you. Naivety while it might bring a softer spot in Feitan annoys Chrollo quite a bit. He’s the leader of the spiders. He needs you to be realistic (not cynical or overly naive) about the way the world works.

Killua: as a teen I think roughly the same age or a year or two older. If they’re younger he might end up seeing them more like his younger siblings then he feels like a creep. Once he hits his 20s I don’t think he’d care about age.

Thank you for reading! If you have any requests or anything else just lmk!

I’m really bad at this, I apologize in advance! Hope you all enjoy!! 🙂

Imagine Chrollo looking at his lover as if they were the most valuable thing in the world.

“Hmm” Chrollo hummed glancing at your figure curled over the greying stones. Head burrowed in the antique book he lent you long ago. He watched your features closely. Eyes devouring each word within the yellowed pages before being brought to a halt by an emotion he couldn’t quite place. The way your eyebrows crinkled while your rosy lips grimace at the book tucked in your dainty hands brought him to believe you were contemplating something of importance.

The concentration put in, he had to admit was adorable.

Chrollo quickly made his way to the stairs. Crouching in front of your delicate figure his hands traced the cold rocky surface on either side of your thighs. Fingers drumming a ghost of a beat before finally reaching their target. A pinch on your thigh.

A gasp left your plump lips, startled by the pain. Eyes fluttering up to his figure. ‘They must not have known I was here he supposed. Oblivious as always, he shakes his head. Even now he could feel the corners of his lips quirking up. Oh, if only you knew what you do to him. It was still a mystery how he survived so long without you.

Shyly smiling at him your quiet voice echoed through the broken walls bringing his attention back to you.

“Chrollo, what’s the essence? Like in the essence of art,” your big doe eyes glancing up at his dark ones.

“Darling, how do you not know the answer?” He mused, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes drinking in every inch of your form. Beautiful.

He contemplated keeping you in the dark, but your protests convinced him otherwise.

“You, y/n, are the quintessential essence of life. An art all your own” he hummed, voice laced with amusement. Leaning down to kiss your forehead he whispered, “my favorite masterpiece.”

——extra——

“Wait! Come back!That’s not an answer Chrollo!!!”

Feitan and Chrollo: Would They Sacrifice Themselves For Their S/O

Chrollo: In all honesty, it depends. It depends on who you are, how long you’ve been together, if your a spider, etc. In most cases I will say no, he probably wouldn’t. He has to prioritize the Spider’s and his mission. Rest assured he will get revenge for you and probably shed a tear or two in the meantime. 

Feitan: Without a doubt yes. He would much rather die than see anything, and I mean anything, happen to you. While he does put the Spider’s and the survival of the group first, that rule does not apply to you.  The Spider’s, while he is ‘fond’ of certain members, are replaceable. Even him. However, you are the only irreplaceable person in his life. Hell hath no fury like an angry swordsman. The world will burn before he lets anything happen to you. And if by some chance something does happen to you, he will burn the world and then himself until he sees you again.  

Chrollo & Feitan: Songs That Would Make Their S/O Think Of Them and Them You:

Songs That Make You Think of Chrollo: Mr. Perfectly Fine by Taylor Swift Sober by Selena Gomez  Young God by Halsey Easy on Me by Adele Requiem by Mozart 

Songs That Make Chrollo Think of You: Two Feet Love Is A Bitch (Slowed) by JK Beats Beethoven’s 5 Secrets by The Piano Guys Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Ray Lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid Castle by Halsey

Songs That Make You Think of Feitan:  Good For You by Selena Gomez feat A$AP Rocky   My Oh My by Camila Cabello ft. DaBaby Queen of Disaster by LULLANAS I Fell in Love With The Devil by Avril Lavigne Arcade by Duncan Laurence  All Your Exes by Julia Michaels Heaven by Julia Michaels Broken by Noelle Johnson Be Kind by Halsey

Songs That Make Feitan Think of You: S&M by Rihanna Sweet But Psycho by Ava Max  Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Ray Without You by The Kid LAROI  Monsters by All Time Low ft Blackbear Love is Madness by Thirty Seconds of Mars and Halsey Graveyard/Without You/Nightmare by Halsey

Chrollo’s Pregnant S/O

I keep seeing a lot of different ways that this is taken from a lot of amazing writers so I wanted to try my hand on this topic. These are just my thoughts on the matter. Sorry if it’s too OOC. (Also, this is so much longer than I intended, haha)

-Chrollo is not one to have sex or intimacy with anyone unless he truly loves them or if it’s for the sake of the Spiders. 

-For you to even get to this point you would have to have been together for a very long period of time. In addition, I don’t see his S/O having any involvement with the Spiders. It’s more of a secret. 

-Kids don’t generally like him all that much and he can say the feeling is mutual. 

-However, since this is a child between someone he truly cherishes he doesn’t seem to mind as to be indifferent.

-He has a lot going on his mind that he would never tell you. These thoughts range from your body being ruined to being proud and slightly possessive that there’s such a visible marking of him in you that’s obvious for anyone to see.

-As previously stated, he’s more indifferent to having a child leaning more towards the definitely never wanting them. Mostly because they take so much time, care, and can’t do anything. Plus, he’s not stupid. The lifestyle he leads is not one that a child could easily belong in without getting hurt or worse, killed. 

-He has these worries for you too of course but you can handle and fight back more than an infant could. They would be absolutely defenseless. Relying only on it’s parents to protect them from the dangers of the world. There’s something about that which terrifies him to his soul.  

-So when you tell him your pregnant he looks surprised but not totally shocked. His attitude more aligns with ‘it is what it is’. He will smile softly at you while grabbing your hand, hugging you close to him, thinking of the exact choice of words he wants to say to you. It is obvious that you were nervous and still on edge by sharing this information.

-He would ask you what you want. Do you want to keep the baby? Abortions? Adoption? This is one of the few scenarios where he doesn’t feel that his say goes as much as what you want. Your his darling. Your body, your rules. He will still love you, support you, respect your wishes no matter which way you choose to go. You’re stuck with him for life; (whether that is a good or a bad thing I’m not sure)

- In addition, he won’t be mad about whatever way you decide to go. He would be curious and want to know your thoughts behind the decision but you would never be punished or abandoned by him whatever way you end up going. 

-You on the other hand, will probably never know what he truly wanted or his opinions on the choice you made. Partly because he honestly doesn’t know what he really wants. The other part being that he doesn’t want to sway or cause you more emotional torment because of your decision. This is especially true if your decision differs from what he decides he wants. 

-If you decide to have the baby and put it up for adoption Chrollo would without a doubt keep close tabs on the child. He doesn’t necessarily intervene in his child’s life but he does look out for them and sometimes they will find interesting gifts left for them in front of their door with their names written in beautiful calligraphy. He’s open to meeting them later down the line but hesitates to reveal his true ‘profession’ to keep the child safer as well as to keep them from being terrified of him.

-He sometimes feels a pang of something close to remorse giving up his child when he observes from the distance. An emotion he is not comfortable with and one that with either drive him to getting to know the child without them finding out who he really is or drive him out of the kids life.

-If they do figure out who he is and wants to join the Spider’s Chrollo will feel a weird proud parent moment and let them whether they are really powerful or not, much to some of the other Spider’s annoyance. Not that they would ever voice it, haha. Some (not all would care) would be curious on what the boss's child was like no matter if they were given up or raised by Chrollo and his S/O.

-If you go through abortion, Chrollo would respect your wishes. Part of him would probably be relieved. He would assure you he still loved you and that he supported this decision.

-He would ask Feitan to do it due to his experience and knowledge, plus it’s someone he trusts to help his S/O. However, he would probably be the only one out of the Spiders to know of Chrollo’s S/O due to this.

-He would support you. He would hang around for a month or so to make sure you were recovering fine. When it seems you have recovered he would take his leave. Don’t be surprised if he disappears for a while. He has been so focused on you he has yet to processes his own emotions.

-He would be the type to be sitting on his bed alone, trying to process what he was feeling before he realized there were tears streaming down his face. This would make him laugh. How could he feel sorrow and remorse for someone he never knew? It would take him a long time to realize how he was feeling, possibly a long time for him to truly come back to you or share even with his own troupe whether it be next moves or otherwise. Chrollo would just let himself feel and when he sees his S/O and troupe again he would be more distant, colder, possibly crueler with his victims. But I don’t think he’ll ever truly understand why he feels remorse, sadness or anything of the sort. He will spend a lot of time contemplating and trying to understand it though.

-When you say you want to keep it that is when Chrollo lets himself feel more emotions about having a child together. 

-It is one of the only times you will be able to clearly see his emotions and thoughts. No walls or defenses up. He would grab you and pull you onto the bed laughing. Exclaiming with almost childlike excitement that you were having a baby together.

-He wouldnt take a full break from the Spiders but would delegate the jobs more so, letting Feitan run as temporary leader due to knowing what was actually going on. 

-Whatever you want you got it, unless it’s super unhealthy junk food. He is for indulging you once and a while but not that often with that stuff. 

-Chances are, you would not go to doctor’s appointments unless you truly insisted (please do). It will always be by yourself or accompanied by your “friend”. 

-He wouldn’t want to know the babies sex. Ever. Don’t try to find out. He would understand but not appreciate going behind his back to try and find out. ‘Patience my love, we will find out soon enough’

-Reads every parenting book he can get his hands. No book is left unturned

-Birthing Classes are interesting. Chrollo has read so many books and watched so many videos by the time the classes come he is calm, prepared and even corrects some of the teachers methods introducing more efficient ways. The only reason why you don’t get kicked out was because he is a charming bastard and the teacher thinks it’s adorable how cute he is about being excited for the birth.

-He more so wants to be prepared as possible for anything and everything to go wrong. 

-He would not miss the birth of his child for anything. The birth would most likely take place at home (wanted criminal with no identification might be a little hard to get into the hospital). Would make Feitan deliver the baby. Either that or would have someone he trusts be around that he knows would pay (and threaten) that he knows would not sell them out to the officials. Most likely the first option would happen. This is the only thing during your pregnancy he would not negotiate on due to yours and the baby’s safety. 

-Only if you were dying would he contemplate but even then he has more faith in Feitan than anyone else to be able to save them. 

-He cannot express the words when his baby is born. He is happy and fearful. His philosophical nature cannot even begin to comprehend the psychology behind this feeling. ‘So this is the love of a parent’ would be what he decides on the emotion. 

-For a man who read so much on birthing, pregnancy and the preparation needed for that he happened to forget to read what happens after the baby is born. 

-Please send help for this poor man. He is lost. One of the only times in his life he is completely unsure of what to do.

-After a couple weeks he gets the hang of it. 

-He would prefer milk formula so he can feed their child. He barely sleeps as is so he wants to help take care of your child. Never asks you to get up, if the baby is crying. 

-If you hear crying you will often walk into a swee scene of him holding the baby close to his chest, shushing them and softly speaking to them.

-He definitely hums to your child while swaying in their arms.  

-Definitely plays classic music all the time while swaying the baby in his arms almost as if their dancing together. 

-His baby will grow up with the finest tastes without a doubt. 

-The only thing he doesn’t like to help with or do is feeding when their baby switched to soft jar food ‘mush’. Everytime he tries the food just oozes back through his child’s lips and he can’t get them to stop. The only time you have ever seen or will see this man in tears is trying to do this the first time. And it takes forever. He doesn’t care what he has to do instead but he will not be doing this. 

-He also doesn’t read children's books but books on poetry, tales of the Spiders (only when they are not old enough to remember), classics such as Dickenson and original Grimm Brother’s Fairy Tales. 

-If you thought he was overprotective before he has intensified so much more after birth. This little baby was the center of his world. 

-He will go back to the Spiders around 6-8 weeks after the baby is born but comes home much more within the first year the child is born.

-While he still isn’t positive you made the right decision keeping the baby, he figures only time will tell.

-On a less pleasant note, he is more interested in the psychology of the child and how they think than necessarily the child itself as they get older but he does feel a very heavy sense of what he can only assume is love and protection even though he doesn’t generally say it to 

-He would gladly die for the both of you.

I hope you all liked this! If there are any other things you want me to expand upon, imagines, requests or characters you want me to write for let me know!

-Vera

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They say the moon is a silent witness to all things—wars, betrayals, quiet deaths in the dark. If that's true, then Ayame Shingetsu was born beneath its cold, watchful eye, forged not by warmth but by stillness, silence... and blood.

She moved like moonlight—quiet, beautiful, impossible to grasp. Her presence never announced itself. It lingered. The last thing her targets ever saw was not her face, but her shadow stretching across the ground, slender as a blade.

Hunters whispered her name with respect. Assassins said it with fear.

Ayame wasn't known for kindness, nor cruelty. She was known for results. Precise. Unflinching.

Some called her a ghost. Others, a weapon.

But Ayame? She called herself nothing at all.

Because the moon doesn't speak.

It watches.

And waits.

Just like her.

The snowfall was light, but the blood in the air was heavy.

Ayame crouched on the edge of a tiled rooftop, her breath still, her heartbeat quieter than the wind. Below, the target laughed—loud, obnoxious, surrounded by guards who were too relaxed for men about to die.

"Minister Retsu of the Eastern Trade Council," she murmured, almost thoughtfully. "Ninety-seven bribes. Twelve assassinations. One child."

She flexed her fingers once, as though testing the air. That was all the ceremony she needed.

They never saw her drop.

She descended without a sound, her feet landing silently behind the nearest guard. Her Nen flared around her like a cold, invisible storm, focused and precise. In the blink of an eye, her fingers sliced the guard's throat. The man dropped before his mind could even process the danger.

The others fell in quick succession—each a flawless, deadly motion. Heads exploded with the force of her Nen-infused fingers, organs ruptured under her invisible strike. One tried to scream. But no sound came as his body crumpled to the ground, his jaw shattered by the force of Ayame's targeted touch.

The minister, frantic, scrambled back, slipping on the snow now stained with his men's blood. "W-who sent you?" he stammered, wide-eyed, hands trembling.

Ayame's eyes were still—unmoved, unaffected. Her gaze pierced through him like the cold moonlight, distant and remorseless.

"Your sins did."

And then she moved.

Flashback – 7 Years Ago

Ayame stood barefoot on the cold floor of the Shingetsu dojo, blood dripping from her chin, her wooden practice sword cracked in half.

Her grandfather towered over her—stern, unblinking.

"You hesitated," he said.

"I spared her eye," Ayame whispered, her voice low.

"You don't spare your enemy's vision. You steal it. You leave nothing they can use to fight you."

She lowered her gaze to her broken weapon. A tremble ran through her, but not from fear.

From shame.

"Again," her grandfather commanded. "Until you forget how to show mercy."

Back in the present, Ayame stood over the minister's lifeless body.

She looked up at the sky. The moon was full.

It always was when she killed.

Her inherited, 'Infinite,' hummed gently around her, a silent barrier that kept the world at bay. The minister's blood soaked the snow beneath her feet, but her expression remained unchanged. She felt nothing, not even the satisfaction of her work.

Turning away, she slipped into the shadows once more, her mind already on the next task at hand. Her purpose wasn't to feel, wasn't to question. She was a weapon, and the world was full of those who needed to be silenced.

Her eyes, like the cold moon above, were never anything but still. Always watching. Always waiting.

The city lights below were a haze of neon and motion, but Ayame's apartment sat high above it all—silent, sterile, still.

She unlocked the door with a flick of her hand, stepping into the cool dimness. No shoes to remove, no clutter. Her space reflected her perfectly: efficient, minimal, untouched by sentiment.

A single katana—ceremonial—hung on the wall, not for use but for legacy. The rest of the apartment was empty save for a low table, a kettle, and a window that framed the moon.

She shrugged off her coat, bloodstains still drying on the fabric, and let it fall to the floor.

Then, her phone buzzed.

Ayame stared at the screen. No name. Just a number. One she had memorized, not saved.

She picked it up.

Silence on the line for a beat. Then—

"Still breathing, girl?"

Ayame didn't smile, but the corner of her mouth twitched. "Barely. You interrupted my tea."

Isaac Netero chuckled on the other end, the sound low and worn but full of life.

"If you have time for tea, you're not moving fast enough."

"I already moved," she replied. "He's dead."

"I know," he said. "The Eastern Trade Council is already panicking. You've caused quite a stir, as usual."

Ayame poured hot water into a cup, watching the steam rise. "I didn't kill him for politics."

"No," Netero said thoughtfully. "You never do."

A pause.

"You sound... colder," he added.

"I am," she said. "Is that concern, old man?"

"Observation," he answered lightly. "You're becoming more like your grandfather every year."

Ayame didn't reply. Her eyes drifted to the city below, to the lights flickering like dying stars.

"He trained you well," Netero went on. "But he trained you to survive. Not to live."

"I don't need to live," she said. "I need to finish what I started."

A beat of silence.

Netero's voice softened. "One day, the killing won't be enough. And when that day comes, I hope you've left a little bit of yourself unbroken."

Ayame sipped her tea.

"I won't," she said simply.

And hung up.

The silence returned, but this time, it felt heavier.

The moonlight spilled across the room, casting long shadows behind her.

She didn't move. Didn't speak. She just sat there—alone in a world where even her enemies feared to follow.

Flashback — 5 Years Ago

Outskirts of Kukuroo Mountain

The wind cut through the highlands like a blade, whistling between the jagged rocks. Ayame stood alone on a cliff's edge, overlooking a cluster of destroyed caravans far below. Smoke curled from what remained—burnt cargo, shattered crates, and corpses.

She didn't kill them.

But she watched it happen.

Watched the raiders strike. Watched them take. Watched them leave.

She could have stopped it. But it didn't matter.

Ayame turned to go—silent, cold, already fading into the background of the world.

Then came the voice.

"You didn't intervene."

She paused.

"You saw everything. And did nothing."

Ayame didn't look back. "They weren't mine to save."

Footsteps approached slowly—measured, soft against the gravel, but every step carried weight.

"You're strong," the man said. "But strength without purpose... that's a tragedy."

She turned slightly, just enough to see him over her shoulder.

Isaac Netero.

She recognized him immediately—not from stories, but from instinct. No one else had that kind of presence. It wasn't even his Nen. It was his stillness. A stillness only people who had mastered destruction ever carried.

"I didn't ask for your wisdom," Ayame said.

"I'm not offering it," he replied. "I'm just curious."

Ayame raised an eyebrow.

"Curious about what?"

"What kind of world a person like you wants to build... or destroy."

Ayame looked away again, her expression unreadable. The wind pushed her hair across her face.

"I don't want to build anything," she said. "I'm just looking for something interesting."

Netero's eyes narrowed, not in judgment—but calculation. The kind of look you give a puzzle you don't quite understand.

"You're not finished yet," he said quietly. "You think you are, but you're not. There's something missing in you."

"Let me guess," she said, bored. "Compassion? Redemption?”

"No," he said. "A reason."

Ayame didn't reply.

She just stepped past him and began walking down the hill.

Netero didn't follow. He only spoke once more, almost to himself:

"You'll either find it in someone... or lose yourself to someone who makes you forget you needed it."

She kept walking, her silhouette disappearing into the fog.

At the time, she didn't know what he meant.

But one day, she would.

𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮

The world of Hunters was a place where power ruled, where only the strongest survived, and those who weren't ready to sacrifice everything were quickly forgotten. Among the many names whispered through the dark alleys of cities and the desolate landscapes of battlefields, one name stood above all others. A name that struck terror into the hearts of assassins, hunters, and criminals alike. That name was Ayame Shingetsu.

Born into a bloodline so old that its origins had been lost to time, Ayame's very existence was a testament to the dark legacy of her family. They were not the loudest or most numerous, but their power was undeniable—shrouded in mystery and fear. And at the center of it all was Ayame, the last living heir of a lineage whose strength lay not in their size or numbers but in their unparalleled mastery of perception and control.

Ayame's story began long before she ever stepped onto the battlefield, her fate already carved out by the eyes she inherited. The Shingetsu family was renowned not for their prowess in combat, but for a unique gift passed down through generations—the Eyes of Infinite Perception. These eyes allowed the user to see everything: not just the present, but the movements, intentions, and emotions of others as if they were written in the air, visible to only those who had the gift.

The ability to perceive the future, even in fleeting moments, gave her family members an unparalleled advantage in battle, negotiation, and survival. The world was theirs to control—nothing could remain hidden from their sight. But it was Ayame who took this gift to an unprecedented level, mastering it with such skill that even the most seasoned warriors found themselves helpless in her presence.

Her eyes, however, were not the only power she possessed. Her Nen abilities were as deadly and precise as the family legacy she carried.

At the heart of her arsenal lay "Hōrō" (the Blade of Fate)—a strike so swift and lethal that even the most powerful opponents had no time to react. The secret behind Hōrō was not in its physical force but in its absolute precision. Ayame could read the movements of her enemy before they even moved, anticipating their every action. She could calculate the angle of a blow, the timing of a strike, and the exact point of impact with a mere thought. In a single motion, she could end a life. The target would never know what hit them. No one could evade Hōrō—its speed was beyond human comprehension, and Ayame's ability to control it made it an unstoppable force.

Unlike most Nen abilities, Hōrō did not require excessive training or years of discipline to perfect. Instead, it was an instinct, a natural extension of Ayame's perception and understanding of the world around her. In battle, Ayame's enemies were always one step behind, struggling to keep up with the unrelenting flow of time and motion that she could control with a mere flick of her wrist.

But it was Shingan—the ability that struck fear into the hearts of those who heard its name—that truly set Ayame apart from anyone who had ever existed. Shingan (the Mind's Eye) was not a weapon forged from strength or brute force. Instead, it was an ability that demanded nothing more than a subtle gesture, a mere flick of the finger. With that tiny motion, Ayame could cause a person's head to explode in an instant.

The power of Shingan lay in its unpredictability and its simplicity. It did not require a large amount of concentration or energy; it only needed Ayame's mind to target her victim. She could strike from a distance, with no weapon, and with no need to move her body. The precision of Shingan was absolute—no one was safe, not even those with the fastest reflexes. The ability was so deadly that it made any direct confrontation with Ayame a suicide mission. Shingan was her trump card, one that she wielded with casual indifference.

But Ayame's Nen abilities were not the only thing that made her invincible. At the heart of her power was Infinite, a barrier so potent that it could repel anything and everything that came into contact with her. Infinite was a force field, a nearly impenetrable wall of energy that encased Ayame in a protective shell. It was an extension of her will, a reflection of her unyielding nature. No attack, no weapon, no Nen ability could breach Infinite unless she allowed it.

For Ayame, Infinite was not just a defense—it was a statement. It symbolized her absolute control over the battlefield. No one could touch her, no one could harm her, unless she deemed them worthy. Those who tried to strike her found their weapons bouncing off harmlessly, their blows rendered meaningless. And in moments when Ayame was feeling merciful, she would deactivate Infinite, allowing her enemies to approach. But that was only ever a rare mercy—because when she did allow someone close, they were already condemned. Her enemies never saw the attack coming.

The barrier also reflected Ayame's internal philosophy—a belief that she was untouchable, above the chaos of the world around her. While others relied on weapons, training, or brute strength, Ayame saw the world through the lens of her eyes and the calm control of her Nen. The battlefield was nothing more than a game to her—one that she had already won before it even began.

But Ayame's power was not without its cost. Her eyes, while giving her an advantage no one else could understand, also left her detached from the world around her. She could see everything—the movements, the thoughts, the emotions—but she felt little. It was as if she were watching a play, where everyone else was an actor, performing for her amusement, and she was the only one who knew the ending. The struggles of others were meaningless to her. She saw the patterns, the inevitable outcomes, and found little joy in the drama that unfolded.

Her interactions with others were cold, distant. She rarely laughed, rarely showed emotion. Her expression was often one of mild amusement, like a spectator watching a show they had seen a thousand times before. Ayame found conflict amusing—not because she enjoyed the violence, but because it was predictable. People fought for control, for power, but they never understood that it was all futile. She was the one who held all the cards.

Despite her indifference to the world around her, Ayame was not without enemies. The world of assassins, hunters, and power-hungry factions was full of those who sought to challenge her, to prove themselves superior. Some thought they could break her, defeat her, take away the power that had made her infamous. But they were wrong. They always were.

Ayame's power was not simply her Nen abilities or her inherited gift. It was her mind. She could see the world around her and understand it in a way no one else could. She knew their moves before they made them. She anticipated their plans before they even thought of them. And with that knowledge, she controlled them all.

Her reputation as a cold, calculating, and invincible force spread like wildfire. She became a figure of myth and legend, a name that echoed through the halls of the most dangerous organizations. Some sought to kill her. Others sought to manipulate her. But none succeeded.

There was no one who could stand against Ayame Shingetsu. She was the blade of fate, and no one could escape her vision, her power, or the inevitable end she brought. Those who crossed her would find themselves destroyed, and those who served her would find themselves in the presence of a woman who saw all, knew all, and could end it all with a single gesture.

In the world of Hunters, Ayame was more than a name. She was an unstoppable force. And her story was only beginning.

He was a void wrapped in scripture. She was an untouchable storm.

Chrollo Lucilfer. Leader of the Phantom Troupe, a man who speaks softly but bleeds chaos. A thief of abilities, a manipulator of fate. He moves like a shadow, unreadable, unstoppable, always ten steps ahead of the world he's trying to burn.

Then came Ayame Shingetsu.

An enigma with a barrier called Infinite, untouchable by blade, bullet, or man. Her smile is rare, her mercy rarer. She doesn't chase power. She is power. Feared by assassins, respected by Hunters, and bored by almost everything... until him.

Their meeting wasn't fate. It was a warning to the world.

Because when two forces of nature collide, something always breaks.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Toxic relationships, Possessiveness, Overprotectiveness, Violence, Murder, Gore, Explicit sexual content, Manipulation, Psychological abuse, Dark character dynamics, Morally ambiguous or villainous behavior, Disturbing imagery and themes, Death and intense emotional distress

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