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Mistakes and Misadventures

Summary:

I hate summaries
Titania was a kurta, Then she left.
She had no partner; now she has a husband.
She had no family; now she has the Phantom Troupe.
She had no Children, now, well...

Not a domestic Fluffy Fic. Bad things happen. People get sick. The Phantom Troupe are Murders and Thieves. And they are also fiercely protective of their own.

* On Hiatus pending entire rewrite*

Notes:

I wrote this a while back and found a lot of pleasure in it I probably won't edit and perfect it but that's OK. I think with what i have already written it would make a nice 4-5 chapter fic and I can always add a sequel.

also I know that the dialog is badly formatted with the [Character] but I and care enough to edit it and still make it understandable as a conversation, so deal with it.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: The Acquisition of Desire

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The hotel room was bathed in darkness. The white curtains shifted with the soft breeze and the few candles that dotted about the room flickered their inconsistent light illuminating the edge of the bed, yet shadows concealed the two figures intertwined atop it.

[Chrollo] “when one desires something, is it not simpler to just acquire it, the object of one’s fascination”, His eyes rest upon her form, their legs intertwined, His hand caressing her face.

[Titania] “In theory, but what of priceless things, of protected things, of guarded things? What of laws and guardsmen?”

[Chrollo] “What of them? What are laws if not to be broken, and what is a desire if not to be chased?” She shifted disconnecting from his soft caressing. A frown started to grow across her face.

[Titania] “And if the thing you currently desire is not an object to be nicked from a vendor's cart?, If the thing you desire has Obligations? I have a duty to my people Chrollo”

[Chrollo] “And what if I a thief, intend to steal you anyway. Priceless objects are meant to be admired and that clan of your’s doesn't admire you even nearly enough. Imagine, Titania, what I could show you of the world and the fantastic objects that reside in it. The people we could meet and the things we could do together; what we could have together” His warm hand comes down to rest gently upon her navel. 

[Titania] “the elders won’t let us, they wont let us marry or have children and they wont let me leave to have a life with you.” a single tear rolled down her face, only to be wiped away hurriedly.

[Chrollo] “that is why we don't give them a choice. I have the troupe; we could build it stronger. We could protect each other, I could protect you. What would happen then, if I decided to steal you anyways?”

[Titania] “I might just let you”