#chrollopika

[mirgothx]

“smoking kills”

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[vallarii]

I'll show you just once, okay?!

[kuroxkura]

despite his infamy as a heartless murderer, chrollo is a gentle, kind, benevolent lover to kurapika. the man has a soft way of speaking that kurapika finds comforting; his quiet voice and his dying heartbeat, though eerily slow, often soothes the young boy to sleep. similarly, chrollo finds that his own blood, constantly seeking destruction and violence, calms only when kurapika is in his arms. through hate and resentment they find solace in each other.

commissioned artwork by kradebii for kuroxkura. do not use; rights belong only to the artist and client.

[kirshakal]

I finally finished this art! The hardest thing for me was drawing blanket (?)💀

[anticanonhearts]

ghosts

[draculawives]

All Things are Possible With Love... ❤️

[jumpropequeennn]

[itsillumi]

pairing: chrollo/kurapika theme: of monsters & massacre

the backseat is a lost religion. kurapika sits knee-to-knee with a leviathan: a monster, in the biblical sense. a criminal, in the traditional sense. chrollo’s voice is crowded in his throat, pushed back by claustrophobic chains and a lacking will. he refuses to speak and it boils kurapika’s blood—clots it. 

he wants chrollo to beg, to bargain. wants him to feel the rope of reality fraying against his teeth, like the only out is a careful monologue of why kurapika should let him live. chrollo says nothing, and they park in the open air of an empty airport. 

melody vacates the car, and leorio follows with a shared, meaningful glance in the rear-view. kurapika meets him straight and doesn’t move. there’s no reason to, not when isolation is all he’s ever sought with the spider. 

the spider, a massacre of a man, who’d sculpted kurapika’s being—premature and predestined—with little more than a chalice of eyes and a knife welded with bloody intention. 

“why did you do it?” kurapika waits until the car is empty, empty enough: they’re both still inside, and the chain jailing chrollo’s thoughts falls, clinks to circle his throat. “why did you ruin lives like you were paid by the hour?”

“because i was,” chrollo hums, smiles, and it’s mournful and insincere. “not by the hour, but by the piece. isn’t that far more beautiful?”

“it’s sinister,” kurapika counters. “it’s vile.”

“it is what it is,” chrollo drones. “would a lie to soothe your insecurities? i’m the wrong man to supply.”

kurapika’s forearm slams horizontal into his throat, pushes chrollo back into the leather. “we wouldn’t be here if you could lie your way to a long life. you’ll die, i’ll make sure of it.”

“we all die, chain-user,” chrollo’s eyes are a flat black, a faded sanity. “you would make a poor fortune-teller.” 

“i’m not out to be one,” kurapika hisses, gets on his knees and gets in chrollo’s face. it’s a dangerous moment, where proximity is both threat and promise. chrollo smiles, and those eyes are so focused on kurapika’s mouth, it’s a new fear. kurapika shoves his elbow with more aggression. “who do you think i am?”

“your heels will pierce the leather seat,” chrollo’s laugh is perfectly breathless, and his nose inches its way to touch kurapika’s. he lines them, pushes, until their mouths warm with shared breath. “you're a monster, chain-user. in the biblical sense.”

[kuroomba]

insane about them again

[tantanart]

*squeeze*

[fifremmi4-blog]

Kurokura & Koenkurama ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ*)

[mirgothx]

Black whale

[vallarii]

Flowers.

Since Togashi san is back, I thought I'll post something after a long time! Though I suck at drawing again lol. Anyway my babies! Luv baby Chrollo, I've adopted him. Hey, I also like adult version, I went from faving Kurapika to staying for Chrollopika journey now. TT

[unreadable0]

it's finally here! after 2.5 years. so sorry for the delay dear readers

pairing: kurapika/kuroro

rating: T+

summary:  Kuroro must endure the side-effects of his nen exorcism. Alternatively, Kuroro is forced to have feelings and absolutely cannot handle it.

chapter summary: Kuroro is faced with a difficult decision. It's always a difficult decision, where Kurapika is involved.

chapter sneak peek:

“I suppose I should… thank you.” The thanks seem to squeeze painfully past Kurapika’s lips, but Kuroro doesn’t have time to feel offended as Kurapika steps closer, crossing the scant feet between them.

Kuroro’s eyes immediately flicker to Kurapika’s lips and the blond tracks the movement. Kuroro’s pulse jackrabbits, certain that Kurapika can hear its quickening pace.

“And how will you thank me?” he asks, aiming for flirtatious but landing on something more desperate than he’d like. 

[kirshakal]

here we go again 

[anticanonhearts]

setting sun