#anyway here's more Illumi food

[cheesecakethots]

“Whore.”

You could’ve sworn the teacup in your hands cracked a little from how hard you’re gripping it. If you were Illumi, it would’ve shattered into a fine powder by now. But you’re not, which makes you susceptible to being called such things.

They’re at it again. You’re unsure as to what you’ve done to upset some of the butlers and maids, but god do they not like you. No matter. You hate everyone in this stupid boring ugly manor anyway. Huh. Maybe that’s why they hate you, too.

It must’ve been a shock to see Illumi of all people one day bring home his future wife. One he never cared to mention to anyone else beforehand, and one that was still kicking and screaming over his shoulder.

You’re not really sure how long you’ve been here. Months? A year now? However long it’s been, it didn’t take anytime at all to realise that maybe you’re not as safe here as Illumi swears you to be. His mother most definitely hates you, but, oh well, she’s never really tried anything, as far as you know.

The help started muttering things when Illumi wasn’t around, things that hurt more than you wanted to admit. When you didn’t go running off to Illumi at the first few instances of it, it got worse, as though they knew you would never tell him about it.

First off, you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of being your saviour when someone says mean things to you. Secondly, you may hate these assholes, but you have a conscience.

Only last week Illumi came into your shared bedroom, absolutely drenched in blood, asking if you could shower together. You quickly found out that whoever he had been torturing wasn’t dead yet, and he still had more to do.

Thinking about what Illumi does to people he doesn’t care about, those he’s only hurting for a job, makes you shiver at the thought of him actually harming someone who did him, or you, wrong. But, despite your mercy on them, this time you’re considering just telling him. Only a little.

You’ve had a notably stressful day, being pranced around by his mother who’s insistent on ‘training’ you to be the perfect wife for her son. Her explaining to you that the family expects at least six children from you both had you rushing to the bathroom to vomit.

Then you ran into his father, on your way back to your room. He doesn’t seem to actively dislike you, but he scares the absolute shit out of you. The man seems to think you’re some house pet rather than an actual person with thoughts and feelings, but you suppose that’s only a modicum better than wanting you dead.

You also bumped into Illumi’s grandfather. You’re not sure if you can bring yourself to hate him, but you do hate the look of pity in his eyes whenever he sees you. Sometimes he’ll save you from a lecture Illumi’s mother is giving you, so he’s nice in that regard. He’d never free you, though, so he’s just another kidnapper you can’t become friendly with.

You eventually got back to your room, expecting a nice nap before being forced to attend family dinner, only to find Illumi had gotten back earlier than expected. You cringed at how hungry he was, and not for food, but just allowed him to do as he wished. You were too tired to argue. After he was done, he seemed to take note of how quiet and exhausted you were. Too bad, dinner time. You hated dinner times more than anything else.

You ate the admittedly lovely food in pure silence, but quickly became sick to your stomach at hearing Illumi and his mother discuss the prospects of you becoming pregnant. You didn’t eat anymore after that. You’re pretty sure his brother, Milluki, made some comment about you that Illumi didn’t like, which explains why his wrist got snapped in half a few seconds later.

Illumi tried spoon feeding you when noticing how full your plate was, but you managed to convince him that you weren’t hungry. That got you another lecture from his mother about how you’ll soon be eating for two. You were tempted to tell her that if you ever got pregnant you’d throw yourself into Mike’s jaws, but managed to refrain.

After that, you finally got to go to bed. It wasn’t something you were looking forward to anymore; you struggled to sleep when Illumi was home because he’d spend the majority of the night just staring at you.

“Can I go outside?”

You don’t remember why you blurted it or where the thought came from, but you remember the confused blink Illumi gave in response.

“Um.. just for.. ten minutes? O-Or five..? I just want to sit in the garden by myself for a bit… If not, it’s alright..”

You hated how pathetic you sounded, unsure as to what Illumi was thinking when he stared at you with that expressionless face.

“Alright.”

“What?”

“Would you like me to ask a maid to bring you out a cup of tea?”

You didn’t really think about his words too much, just happy you got something your way for once, and nodded rather enthusiastically. You should’ve said no.

The first few minutes of being in the garden, sat on the bench and allowing the cool nights breeze to settle on your skin had you relaxing for the first time in a while.

“Your tea, mistress.”

Oh. It was one of the ones you were sure hated you, and behind him was another. Oh, well. You took the tea from his hands, thanking them nonetheless.

It was much more bitter than you liked it, but you didn’t complain. You didn’t really want tea in the first place. They didn’t leave, but you didn’t complain. Illumi probably asked them to watch over you, maybe to make sure you didn’t try to run. It’s alright, you still have a nice view to relax with.

“Whore.”

Your eyes widen a little, and your grip on the cup increases. They continue muttering amongst themselves, but you catch small, demeaning phrases that you’re certain are aimed at you.

Why are you a whore? You’d never even had sex before you met Illumi, and if you had, it wouldn’t be their business. You’re hardly allowed to interact with anyone other than who Illumi allows you to. Where would you have the chance to sleep around? The insult doesn’t make much sense.

That’s what you tell yourself, despite the fact that your shoulders and hands are shaking and you feel something cold and wet running down your cheeks.

Shit.

You put the cup on the floor, hands moving to cover your face and wipe away any evidence of tears. Illumi hated when you cried.

Why are you still crying? What they said doesn’t make any sense. Stop crying, enjoy the view. You don’t have long left before you have to go back inside.

You’re still crying. You don’t notice that it’s gone eerily silent aside from your own muffled sobs, too busy working on shutting yourself up.

“[Name].”

Shit. Shit!

He’s been sat next to you for god knows how long now, and you didn’t even realise. God, this sucks.

“Why are you crying?” Illumi asks, and you can feel him move closer to you on the bench.

“I-I’m not,” you say, a hand still covering your eyes. What excuse do you give? If you say hay fever will he never let you out in the garden again? If you say you have a cold, will he keep you inside your bedroom for a few weeks? Months?

He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel him staring at you.

“Would you like to stay outside for a bit longer?”

Oh.

“Ye-Yeah. Y-Yes please,” you eventually reply, gulping down another sob.

He doesn’t leave, but you’re less bothered by his presence than usual. Despite it being… him, it’s not horrible to have some company, even though you’d never admit it out loud.

You’re not sure how long you sit outside before he stands, prompting you to do the same. Neither of you say anything, not until you reach your bedroom and Illumi tells you in a tone softer than you’d usually hear from him that he has something he must do, so you’ll be sleeping alone tonight.

You turn to go to bed, but he grabs your wrist. He doesn’t look at you for a moment, seemingly considering something. Then, he stiffly leans forward, pressing his lips to your forehead rather robotically. Sometimes you wonder if he is a robot, it really would explain a lot.

The kiss ends soon after it begins.

“Get some rest. You look bad.”

You huff a little, but can’t bring yourself to actually be offended due to the thinly veiled concern in his tone.

The sleep you get is better than you expected. Maybe not having a mass murderer eyeing you up while you try and rest is a reason for that.

Illumi doesn’t show up for the entirety of the next day, which is a little strange. He likes seeing you off in the morning, giving you a kiss before he departs - you’re certain he copied it from a romance movie you used to enjoy watching from time to time. You don’t question his absence too much, you don’t exactly enjoy his company, after all.

The day you have is better than the last. Illumi’s mother seems to be a bit less of a bitch than usual. That’s a win in your book.

It doesn’t take long for you to be back in your warm bed, wrapped up in covers and drifting off to sleep.

You wake up to the feeling of something wet hitting the tip of your nose, and quiet breathing above you.

“Are you awake?”

You are now. It’s pitch black in the room, but you can make out Illumi looming over, his hair framing around you like some makeshift cage.

Still sleepy, you groan a little, “Illumi? What… time is it?”

Something wet hits the bed.

“2:57 AM.”

Huh. You breathe in through your nose. Illumi absolutely reeks. Metallic, is it? You’re not sure it’s the best idea to comment on it.

“Oh. Okay.”

Another drip of something onto the blanket. He doesn’t seem to be in the talking mood.

“Have I done something wrong?”

“… Yes.”

Another.

You gulp. “Are you mad at me?”

“I don’t think so.”

Another drip, this time it hits your arm.

“Are you going to hurt me?”

You could’ve sworn you saw his eyes narrow in the darkness.

“No.”

The silence is deafening. Your hands clutch onto the end of the blanket. He leans impossibly closer, and the stench of whatever is on him becomes all to familiar. He’s smelt like it before, but never this strong.

“How long were the help bothering you?”

“Since I got here.” There’s little point in trying to lie about it now.

“If you hide something from me again I’ll break three of your fingers.”

A little specific, but the threat certainly does the job.

“Okay. I’m… sorry.” You’re not.

Finally, he pulls away, eyes still trained on your face.

“Go to sleep.”

You don’t. You’re certain that you can’t, at least not for tonight. Especially not after hearing him turn the shower on, and after he’s done leave the room once more.

Instead, you sit and stare at the ceiling, and wonder if any of those in the basement will even have three fingers left of them, by the time he’s done.

[hopesangelsprite]

Too Sweet 🍭(Illumi x Reader)

Summary: Illumi never really liked sweet things... until he met you, of course.

Pairing: Illumi x Chubby!reader

Warnings: manipulation (duh-), violence, mentions of blood and murder, obsession, etc. (let me know if I missed any)

Note: Best read while listening to "Too Sweet" by Hozier ;).

It can't be said I'm an early bird It's ten o'clock before I say a word Baby, I can never tell How do you sleep so well?

Illumi had become accustomed to certain kinds of diets throughout his years. He knew how to eat like royalty as well as how not to eat at all for days on end. That was simply how he was raised. This diet of his not only applied to food but to people as well. He'd acquired a taste for the strong, bitter types; the ones almost as barbarous as he was. If there was one thing he almost never had a taste for, it would be sweets.

You keep telling me to live right To go to bed before the daylight But then you wake up for the sunrise You know you don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then

He'd noticed how out of place you were instantly. The club he frequented was a haven for assassins, thieves, crime bosses, and other unsavory types of the lowest lows. Most people here didn't want to be seen and made an effort not to be, clothes dark and eyes darker. Yet there you stood behind the bar, hues of soft blue and yellow brightening your work attire, eyes brighter and purer than stars. His eyes followed you as you made your rounds across the club, eyes focused on your plush thighs and wide hips. It made him sick how soft and weak you looked. Most of him wanted to brush of your existence, to him you were an anomaly and nothing more. The other more sinister parts of him wanted to break you, to watch that innocence in your eyes fade into nothingness.

Don't you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake? Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze? If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great But while in this world

I think I'll take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You're too sweet for me You're too sweet for me

Against his ingrained desires, he let you be. There was no use in him breaking you, in his eyes it wouldn't be long before someone else would anyway. So, Illumi carried on with life and ignored the small craving he was developing for you. It only grew deeper with each visit he made to the club. It wasn't often he was there either, his missions carried him all over the world for extended periods of time, but you never failed to be working each time he took his seat in the far corner of the building.

Illumi tried to drown out the yearning with whatever he could: bloodshed, money, women, etc. Still, he found himself watching night after night, taking note of the things that made you smile and the things you didn't smile as much at. Your interests became delicacies he dined on whenever he could. It wasn't long before he found himself wondering if your palate could handle the depth of his own flavor.

I aim low, I aim true and the ground's where I go I work late where I'm free from the phone And the job gets done But you worry some, I know

But who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate The rest of you like you're the TSA I wish that I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong

The first time he approached you, he was unassuming. he took a seat at the bar far enough to watch but not close enough to get caught. He nursed the whiskey he'd order earlier in the night, not particularly interested in the taste of it anymore. It seemed you were a little more confident tonight, meeting the eyes of other patrons unlike your shifts prior. You offered polite smiles and gentle chuckles as you carried on conversing with a man Illumi knew to be violent murderer no doubt priming you for the kill.

A whisper in the back of his subconscious told him to follow the brown-haired male out tonight, ensure he'd never get the chance to savor in your sweetness. He washed away the thought with the last of the amber liquid in his cup deciding he'd use him to his advantage instead.

Illumi wrapped his knuckles against the dark oak of the bar drawing your ears and eyes toward him. Another warm smile replaced the questioning look you'd donned upon the interruption after noticing his empty glass. You pulled his favorite brand of whiskey from the shelves before making your way over to refill it. He watched your movements, keenly taking note of your body language. Once the glass was filled, he nodded in appreciation. You nodded back, preparing to resume your previous conversation, only to pause upon noticing the ring on his finger.

"That's a pretty piece you've got there, sir.", you chirped over the loud music, "Must've cost you a fortune!". So, you had a thing for jewelry, huh? Illumi took a mental note before shaking his head. "It cost me nothing if you don't count my life as currency.", he mused while looking over his family's crest at the center of a jeweled band, "It's an heirloom, a part of my birthright.". You hummed in understanding while taking his hand in yours to get a closer look. A shiver ran down Illumi's spine at the softness of your skin against his. For a second, he wanted nothing more than to kill everyone in the building and have you all to himself.

You gently placed his hand down before displaying another one of your million-dollar smiles. "Well, I guess that makes you the priceless one then.", you spoke smoothly before leaving him for the murderer. From that moment forward, the seed had been planted and obsession had taken root within Illumi's dark heart.

You know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait Until that day

I'd rather take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You're too sweet for me You're too sweet for me

Two months passed before he decided it was time to carry out the rest of his plan. He'd spent the past few months at the very end of the bar making small talk with you and keeping you company when the nights got slow. He learned many new things from talking to you; how you were only a few years younger than him, your favorite foods and alcohols, the apartment complex you lived in. You seemed to be the most open with him when there was no one else around. He made you feel safe.

He'd also built rapport with you, taking out time to keep other criminals off your back and walking you out of the bar every night. Tonight, however, would be different. Instead of waiting with you for your taxi arrival, he ducked back into the bar with the excuse that he'd forgotten something of his. He crept his way to the back of the club eventually finding the stairwell to the roof. Illumi perched himself on the balcony and watched a shadow approach you from a rancid looking alley. He'd known the serial killer you been so kind to at the beginning of your job here would be waiting for you to be left alone just like any other night.

He listened to closely as the brunette rounded the corner and struck up a conversation. Not to his surprise, you kept it going smoothly in spite of the growing discomfort altering your tone. A beat and a half passed before your muffled screams fell upon Illumi's ears. He looked on patiently as the dark-haired man ambushed you and drug you into the alley he'd emerged from.

He followed closely behind from the rooftops, listening to the sounds of your struggling and crying. He fought hard to keep himself from intervening too soon and waited until the two of you stopped progressing into the maze of dark, damp passages. You'd been dragged into a dead end and unceremoniously shoved onto a pile of rotting trash. Illumi made note to have a bath drawn for you as your attacker drew closer with a long blade in hand. He waited for it to be raised above you before dropping down far away enough not to be noticed. Before any more harm could befall you, Illumi swiftly took control of the situation he'd manufactured and killed your would-be murderer.

I take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You're too sweet for me You're too sweet for me

Illumi disposed of the bloodied blade before turning to face you. He braced himself just quick enough to catch your sobbing figure falling into his arms unbothered by the blood covering them. He sank to the ground with you in tow and held you close while whispering the promise that you were safe into your shaking frame. He tucked your head into the crook of his neck before gently rising to carry you to the safety he promised. As he cast a final glance toward the body of your dead stalker, he smiled.

All of you belonged to him, now.

He could indulge in your sweetness forever.

[meyousing]

𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒, 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: you’re quite far under illumi’s control, unbeknownst to yourself. it isn’t until you hear some particular words that you begin to question your reality.

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: part two to subservient! sfw, major manipulation and gaslighting, light mentions of blood.

part 3 (final) is also here!

It was your greatest joy to know that you were being a good wife to your husband. Illumi was perfect, utterly so. You thrived to be as perfect of a partner as he was, you felt indebted to him just for his being so lovely. The way he protected you, provided for you, and would anticipate the extension of your family in the future, what more could you ask for? You were truly living the dream. 

As far as you could tell, you always felt this way. There was one night where these emotions were amplified, when you two slept together with Illumi’s implication of trying for a baby, and that experience only doubled the already abundant love you felt for him. Your first attempt at conception was unsuccessful, yet in spite of that you kept your hopes up. The prospect of having Illumi’s child was so domestic, you anticipated going through all of the highs and lows of parenthood, training your child to become the ideal Zoldyck assassin, with your perfect husband at your side as you did. 

On the topic of domesticity; you used to dread the family dinners, cowering away from the intense eyes of the other assassins and pretending to enjoy the food in front of you, when your appetite was mostly nonexistent. Now, you would eagerly listen in on their daily reports, politely savouring your meal as you did. Kikyo would still send you resentful stares every now and then, but it didn’t bother you anymore. Your only concerns were about Illumi now, with what he planned for you to do every day and night, ensuring that you took care of yourself to ensure that your body was in the right condition to bear a child. How thoughtful of him, truly! Everything was just so, so perfect. 

Yet, unless under false pretences, perfection is not genuinely attainable, is it? Your first suspicion arose when Illumi muttered something to himself a few nights back.

Laying at your side in bed, Illumi had bid you goodnight and turned away to fall asleep, but your hand on his shoulder stopped that. You were still sitting up, ignoring the voice in your head telling you that it was time to lay down now. In a moment, you told it.

“Sorry, I just wanted to talk about one last thing before I forget.” you spoke sheepishly, instantly retracting your hand when his eyes met yours in the darkness; still so visible despite the minimal lighting that only came from the dimly moonlit window.

“Yes?”

You subconsciously began to fiddle with your fingers, tentatively slouching over and leaning your weight to one side as you avoided eye contact. Somehow, you knew that asking about this would only disappoint you, as if it were forbidden subject matter, or to a lesser extent; plainly just meant not to be talked about. You couldn’t stop yourself from asking anyway.

“I know that you want me to stay away from anything involving…the more intensive work that you do, like training and stuff, but… do you have any idea of when I can start?” Your voice got quieter and more slurred the longer that you spoke, your apprehension clear as day. 

Illumi’s lack of visible reaction prompted you to keep speaking though, as if now was the only time that you’d be able to, before some unknown source hushed you for good. It felt odd that you were thinking that way, but you couldn’t help it. 

“I just don’t want to fall behind, I think it would be a little illogical if I’m to help our child become an assassin when I don’t even know the first thing about it. You can see why I would think that, right?”

A beat of uncomfortable silence passed, but was pacified rather quickly. 

“No, I don’t see why you are thinking that.” 

He seemed to have given almost no thought to your inquiry. That hurt a bit, but was overridden by confusion. Why wouldn’t he want you to start training? Surely you were making sense here… how could you help your child become an assassin when you didn’t even know the first thing about it?

He turned away then, mumbling something beneath his breath that you almost missed, had you not been extra attentive right now considering the weight of what you just dared to wonder. 

“She should’ve stopped asking about that by now.”

The next morning, before leaving for his job of the day, Illumi had woken you up while seated at the edge of your bed, his hand resting on your blanketed thigh. 

“Do you recall what you asked me last night, before we slept?”

“I asked you something?” you rubbed the fatigue from your eyes, trying to remember what it could have been that you questioned him about. “We just went to bed right away, didn’t we?” that was what happened from what you were able to recollect. You entered the room together after dinner, then went to bed right away, full and satiated from the lovely meal.  

“Yes, that’s exactly right.” He stood up, not sparing you another glance while casually brushing off his shoulder as he headed for the door in record time. 

“Have a good day!” you called out, tiredness still evident in your voice, the well wish sounding weak as a result. He didn’t respond, but you didn’t mind that as you turned back over to sleep in for a bit longer, your eyes closing at the same time as the bedroom door. 

Your second suspicion came about at the family dinner that same day. 

You gave a respectful smile to Silva, him being the last person at the table to share his job report for today. You bit down on a carrot and courteously covered your mouth with a napkin as you chewed, listening to how enthused he sounded to announce that his target had been successfully eliminated, as always. He finished speaking after that and began eating his own food, making you divert your attention back to your plate. That is, until the sound of someone clearing their throat made your ears perk up. 

“So, is this another day of no training for you, Y/N?” Kikyo’s chin rested atop her clasped hands, her elbows propped on the table in an odd show, considering how she was usually much more conscious of her table manners. This was something she had even corrected you on when you first arrived here, and you abided by it ever since, due to her strict tone and unforgiving stare each time you made the same mistake. 

“Uhm,” you coughed lightly, shooting her an apologetic glance due to your own ill manners. “Illumi has told me that I don’t need to train just yet, we’re looking to keep my physical exertion light in preparation for–”

You felt a scintilla in your mind, a sensation that told you not to finish that sentence. 

“Illumi should know that isn’t what we want.” She tilted her head slightly in his direction, her tone of voice a bit condescending to make up for her lack of visible expression, which was surely on the verge of scowling. Illumi barely paid her any mind, dabbing a napkin at the corner of his mouth. 

“This topic only concerns myself and my wife.” He kept his gaze on his plate, placing his utensils on it alongside his napkin as he seemed to be finished with them. 

“I trained rather heavily while I was pregnant. I did the most when I was carrying you, Illumi. That could be part of why you’re such a strong assassin now.” 

Illumi continued to act passive. To you, Kikyo’s words came across as offensive and discrediting of Illumi’s own training, though he very well could not have been acting and genuinely felt passive towards her words, since it did not seem that he would be changing his mind about what you were to do any time soon. It was hard to tell at times with someone so stoic. 

You, on the other hand, felt your eyes widen in concern. How did she know what you two had been planning? You hadn’t said anything, perhaps it was just motherly intuition? 

“In that case, maybe it’s time for Y/N to start, don’t you think?” You watched as her fingers bent and dug into the skin of her hands, indicating a rather harsh grip that she must have been exerting her annoyance into. You winced subconsciously from the sight, worried about what you may have done wrong in a situation that you did not have much control over (your mere existence just seemed to bother Kikyo either way). Illumi may have claimed that this topic only concerned the two of you, but he tended to be the only one making any final decisions, your input being long forgotten once his mind was made. 

“No, we’ll be doing things our own way. Y/N is her own person, I’ve planned for things to be done in a way that would be best suited for her, not you.” 

You felt your lips twitch upward at his words, bashful at his defence of your character and his typical attentiveness. He is so perfect, you thought to yourself, watching Kikyo’s own lips curl into a snarl. 

Illumi excused both him and yourself from the table after this, and you followed his lead rather hastily as he stood and exited the dining room, striding into the hall while ignoring everyone else’s watchful eyes. As per your routine, you knew that this was the walk to your bedroom to retire for the night. You trailed behind him, and on this walk, you reflected upon everything that had just been discussed.

 Kikyo was usually irked by you, but the more you contemplated it, you believed that her words tonight did not carry any malice. Well, maybe some attitude, but that was something you had grown used to; the intentions behind what she said came off as mostly curious, regardless of the snark. 

Kikyo would not be curious without valid reason. Was your lack of training something that had concerned her for a while now? She had not said anything about it until tonight, you almost forgot about the other times she asked previously, had this not served as a sudden reminder. It was odd that you forgot, but now that you remembered, you began to wonder the same thing as her; should you be starting your training now? If she trained while pregnant, surely you could begin now while not even being anywhere near that stage just yet? 

You couldn’t help but tug at Illumi’s sleeve diffidently, not waiting for any form of acknowledgement before sharing your piece. 

“Illumi, are you positively certain that I shouldn’t be doing some kind of training by now? If Kikyo thinks that I should be…” you trailed off nervously, much too anxious to speak your next words given his earlier reaction to any kind of defiance. “And there’s… there’s something in me that’s telling me I should be too.” 

“It should be telling you not to.” He stopped walking. You slowed your pace, until you stopped about a foot behind him seconds after.

“...What?”

“Your incessant questions about training were becoming tiring, Y/N. My patience was starting to wane the more that you asked, when I already told you that you need only to worry about staying healthy for a pregnancy as of now.” He turned to face you as he spoke, his eyes hooded and low with ire. You were caught off guard, his tone seemed slightly less levelled than normal, which was startling despite the miniscule difference. 

“Truthfully, I’m perplexed by how you have managed to continue asking me about this every day since I tried putting a stop to it.” His fingers found his chin in contemplation as he stared away from you and into the distance of the long hall. “How do you have such resistance?”

You could tell that this was not exactly a question that you were meant to answer; moreso something that he was asking himself. It wasn’t like he was trying, but nothing he said remedied your confusion after his second to last statement. 

“What do you mean you tried putting a stop to it?” 

He didn’t react to you, you could tell that he had likely tuned you out even as he looked back once more with the same look of pique on his face, the hand on his chin falling back to his side promptly. 

“It’s as if the needle has only caused more of a hindrance.”  

The needle? What, needle as in his nen ability? The one that he used to control others–

Your blood ran cold. You could almost feel it draining from your face, his indirect assertion sending chills down your spine. He wouldn’t do that to you, would he?

He approached you suddenly, and you flinched back given the information you just heard and were now heavily struggling to process. He didn’t allow you to move far, his hands bracing your shoulders with a grip strong enough to keep you grounded in your spot, though your fear-induced paralysis was already doing a sufficient job of that. His hair brushed over your cheek when he leaned toward your ear, one of his hands moving to the top of your head as his lips tickled the shell of your ear. 

“We are going to start over. Perhaps this intermission will serve as a reminder to the real you the next time you try making any demands.” 

His fingers crimped into your scalp as he tightened his hold, making you grimace and pull back into yourself as best you could, like that would provide some sort of escape from his suddenly very dark and intimidating aura. An aura that once seemed so loving, so devoted, so... perfect. 

“Unless you want this to happen again, prove to me that you have learned your lesson, starting tonight.”

You wished to respond, to apologize for angering him with your interrogations and insist that you would never do it again so he would let go of you, but any thoughts were cut short by an excruciating throbbing that began to resonate at the crown of your head. So excruciating, that you could barely process anything else before your vision instantly cut to black. 

Illumi caught your limp body once you collapsed into him, peeking over your shoulder and looking down to the bloodied needle resting in his palm. This case was certainly peculiar, you were the only person who had been able to challenge his control thus far. He examined the needle for a moment longer before hoisting you into his arms with one under your knees, the other supporting your back as he resumed your trek back to the bedroom. Even in his vexation, Illumi couldn’t help but feel a tinge of anticipation upon this revelation; such a promising sign for your future with the family, and as his wife. He knew that he made the right decision when he picked you, you were just so perfect for him.

© meyousing 2023. do not share/export my work on to any other platforms. do not translate my work. 

[white-poppie]

hii, can i request silva, illumi, zeno, chrollo & hisoka w a reader that thinks they're really strong, cool and admires them has a silly, innocent lil crush on them?

Puppy Crush

A/N: Hey Nonnie, thank you for requesting this. I won't be doing Silva and Zeno as they are very old and I am not comfortable, rather I would do Kite and Kurapika. Thank you.

Pairing: Illumi, Chrollo, Hisoka, Kite and Kurapika with Gn! reader

Illumi

Listen if you are the kind of person who thinks powerful men are cool here is your man.

Illumi is honestly very oblivious

(or if he knows he just chooses to ignore it.)

Either way, he is of a very stoic nature and doesn't really care about others' feelings.

If you are someone who is very close to him (like a family friend or a valuable asset) He might find it endearing.

Honestly, overall he is just very nonchalant and doesn't care.

"You know I think Y/N has a thing for you," his mom sighed.

"...They do?" he questioned.

"Are you really that oblivious?" she gasped, "don't you see how they look at you? With practically heart eyes, it's cute honestly."

"Talk to them Illumi! They are perfect for you!"

Chrollo

INFJ gang yuhh. Honestly among the adult trio, he is the coolest (stg if you are a toxic Chrollo simp, here is your chance to leave.) Literally gonna base him on myself.

Listen, he either knows or Knows and is in denial/shy. No in-between.

Either way, he is very observant of you.

He is taking care of every single variable.

He notices any slight change or discomfort? Ready to run laps to make you comfortable!

He is tracking your food habits, sleep schedule and everything subconsciously (yes it is not even a conscious effort!)

He might look very scary and tall, my lord he blushes so much when he looks at you. he is like o(°///▽///°)o.

You two are so madly in love with each other that it is visible to everyone except you two.

Pakunoda is shipping yall so bad

Overall he is just a sweet and gentlemanly guy.

Chrollo was quick to notice your growing sense of dread among the many people in the auction.

Before he could comprehend what was happening, he was dragging you away from the crowd. He made you sit on a bench and fetched water for you.

"You okay there?" he asked patting you head.

"Yeah, thank you Chrollo, you are so sweet, I can't help fall for you all over again." As soon as the words left your mouth, your eyes widened.

Chrollo's face reciprocated the expression, but slowly melted into a smile, "good, the feelings are mutual then."

Hisoka

Dear Lord, why him? Anyways...

Hisoka thinks it's cute that you are so weak compared to him.

Yes, he is attracted to power, but he also likes the authority over his s/o.

May or may not tease you just for fun to see your reactions.

Flexes like a pro.

Gets in trouble so you take care of him.

Hisoka looked at you as your dexterity wiped his forearms that were filled with cuts.

"You need to be more careful," you scolded.

He chuckled and leaned back, "sure darling."

You growled and your cheeks grew warm, he only smirked at your reaction.

Oh such a cute little plaything you were

(I TRIED MY BEST TO KEEP IT NORMAL OKAY?? I DONT LIKE HIM AND I TRIED NOT TO LET MY HATE REFLECT)

Kite

Sweet baby boy, it has been so long since I wrote for him.

The most direct and intelligent among all of them.

Still, he can't help, but poke fun a little.

He thinks you are the most adorable little thing.

He teaches you basic self-defence so you can take care of yourself.

WILLINGLY lets his hands linger on your shoulders while fixing your stance. (smooth mf)

Will hope that you confess to him first, but if you take too long he will just go ahead and do that.

"Keep your fists on shoulder level," Kite commanded and you hesitantly lowered them.

He sighed and moved back from where you were standing, grabbing your hands and positioning them down. A shiver ran down your spine.

"Focus, Y/N," he said close to your ear and moved away with a kind smile

Kurapika

The loml, my husband, the father of my children.

Dear god, it's me again, what harm will it bring you to get me a Kurapika. I do not wish for a perfect man who is tall, buff and caring. I am just wishing for a blonde himbo with anger issues who ghosts everyone but is one of the only reasons I am happy. Is it too much to ask?

Okay, Kurapika...is dumb when it comes to feelings.

Like you 'like- like' him? You sure? Why him though? Are you okay? Do you need to be taken to a doctor?

He is such a gentleman how can you not fall for him???

Eventually, he does catch on though (After Killua and Leorio repeatedly point the obvious out.)

He still thinks why would you like someone like him?

Thinks he is very lucky to have someone like you.

Slowly starts falling for you too.

Why do you care for him so much he wonders? Why do you wait for him every time he disappears?

You were crying, why were you crying? Well because Kurapika just randomly decided to show up after ghosting everyone for almost two years. Making you worry sick, you spent so long looking for him. You even thought he was dead!

You were hitting his chest, sobbing in his embrace.

"You are so mean, so mean to me!" you cried out.

His hands rubbed on your back, and tears lined his eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let me tell you that there hasn't been a single day I didn't think of you when I was away. I love Y/n, truly."

(I AM NOT CRYING, YOU ARE!)

Hunter x Hunter (ハンタ x ハンタ)

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Perfect Pair

Kalluto Zoldyck!Brother X Sister!Reader (I don't think there are any pronouns mentioned so could probably be read as a brother as well)

Word Count: 738

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello! I was wondering if you could a write kalluto x big sister reader where the reader is the third oldest sibling of the zoldyck family (older than killua but younger than milluki and illumi)? I hardly see any stories about kalluto getting the family love he deserves

Warning: Guns, Family discord, Illumi hate, Killua hate, hate on the relationship between the two

You were born a year after Miluki and 7 years before Kalluto and while you were one of the most laid back of the family, you were also considered one of the most dangerous, you never failed a job.

While Illumi and Miluki were busy being mildly unhinged and obsessed with Killua all of the time, you were spending all of your time with Kalluto, when he was young they would often find you sitting with him rested on your chest telling him stories about all of you recent jobs, you’d always be playing with his hair as he fell asleep, you taught him how to do normal things like use a knife and fork or hold a normal conversation.

When Kalluto got old enough to choose who he wanted to be around, he always came looking for you and no matter what you were doing you welcomed him, you were the one the introduced him to the paper art that shaped his nen ability and you took him on his first job.

You were lying on the sofa with your arm over your face and Kalluto burrowed into your side. You literally felt Illumi walk into the room “how can I help you big brother?” You asked. “You were supposed to be watching Killua.” He glared down at you and you picked out to look at him. “And I told you that I was supposed to be looking after Kalluto.” You said as your hand tightened around your little brother, keeping him secured at your side. “Lower the blood lust you’re scaring him.” “I don’t care.” Illumi answered, one of his needles between his fingers, you hand reaching down to grab the gun that you slid under the sofa, both of you drawing your weapons to an attack position, you pointing your gun at Illumi’s head and he his needle up to throw it at the centre of your forehead. “What’s going on here?” Zeno asked as he walked into the room. “I was just asking Illumi to get out because he was scaring Kalluto.” You answered, taking the safety off of the gun. “Enough both of you.” Zeno ordered, both of you dropping your weapons, you sat up carrying your younger brother with you as you stood up, Illumi reached out to grab your arm which you dodged easily. “Don’t touch me.” You glared at him “with all the people watching that kid he doesn’t need me watching him too, Mum hasn’t let him out of her sight anyway.” “I got you in trouble.” Kalluto frowned and you shook your head. “No, it wasn’t you, big brother is just a little annoying.” You answered as you went to find another room for you to help Kalluto with his nen control.

You were all sitting at dinner that evening, Kalluto was sitting next to you, you could feel Illumi glaring from across the table “if you keep looking at me like that I might have to change the oldest member of the family.” You warned him as you piled more food on Kalluto’s plate after he finished his first dish. “There was an incident today.” Your Father said. “You both drew weapons on each other.” “I mean I could have drawn blood.” You shrugged. “This is not a joke.” Your father said. “I’m not joking and he’s honestly pushing his luck.” You muttered as you pointed the knife across the table at Illumi “stop with the threats and oozing blood lust. It's annoying and unsettling for the younger members of the family.” “Why are you acting this way?” Your Father asked. “I’m just protecting my younger brother, while you're all flapping around the prodigal son, I’ll protect the others.” You answered, finishing the food on your plate before standing to leave, Kalluto jumped up from the table grabbing your trouser leg and following after you, you smiled down at him as he wrapped his little hands around yours and you both headed off to find somewhere as far away from your older brother as possible. “They’ll be perfect.” Your mother gushed as the doors closed behind you. “Mmm.” Your Father hummed. “She definitely wants to protect him, he makes her want to fight.” Zeno added. “We’ll see how perfect they are together.” Your father said as he continued eating, Illumi looked at the door you left from and frowned, he hoped that you didn’t ruin Killua too.

*Part 2*

Request Here!!

[luvfish1]

hello :) I see requests are open so if you don’t mind, would you mind writing out some headcanons for adult trio paired with a reader who has been shrunk down to like fairy size by some kind of nen ability? tysm!!!

This is an interesting one, I like it! I was able to type this up quickly for you so here it is 🏄🏼‍♀️

Hisoka

Hisoka was just about to put the last cards on the top of his tower, till he paused once hearing the little squeaks coming from your mouth. He looked around before looking back down to the table and seeing your small form.

He would be quite shocked. I mean, you’re a mini human. Though he would be confused on how u got like this till he remembered that you were on a mission to go against a nen user.

For now Hisoka allows you to stay on his shoulders, like his little parrot pet. Since the bed is now super large in your eyes, Hisoka had made you a tiny bed. It was made of pieces of cardboard and some cut up cloths. It wasn’t the greatest but you were still appreciative.

He would go looking for the person who did this to you of course, trying to find a way to get you back.

Once Hisoka got the person to start speaking, they said that it should go away in about 2 weeks. Hisoka killed the nen user anyways, he didn’t want this to happen to you again.

For then you would just have to wait for 2 weeks until you get your true size back.

Sadly, you would deal with some name calling, teasing, and being pushed around with his fingers.

Illumi

You had climbed you way up to you and Illumi’s shared bedroom window, you spot him polishing his needles.

Calling out for him and getting his attention was much easier to do than with Hisoka. Illumi found that the soundness were coming from the window, turning his head to make eye contact with your little form.

He would probably be confused by your size and you would have to explain to him in your squeaky voice how you ended up like this.

Illumi would make sure that the person who did this to you would be killed. He’s just going to need to get information on their ability though.

He would have Milluki look the nen user up and see how their ability works. Once noted that you should be back to normal in 2 weeks, he made sure that the butlers knew how to make your meals, much much smaller meals.

I don’t believe he would treat you any differently, other than making the butlers make stuff more accessible to you.

Chrollo

He would definitely get the Phantom Troupe to go hunt down whoever did this to you, making sure that they draw out any useful information.

Chrollo would love to have you lay on his shoulder and watch him read a book that he stole. With candles all around you guys, it was so calm.

Would allow u to lay on him when in bed.

And when he’s eating he would love to lend you small pieces of his food.

Chrollo wouldn’t tease you as much as Hisoka would, but he would most definitely give you a little nickname due to your small size.

He would chuckle to himself when you try punching him after he calls you a little pixie. It feels like nothing to him and finds it pretty hard to not laugh from your little punches, and your attempts to make him shut up.

[rebellionmoon]

💚 ILLUMI HEADCANONS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY 💚

idk but i just love imagining random facts about illumi, that don't really add to his character, but kindof do too? Maybe it's because there isn't much screen time of illumi in the anime that my brain needs to fill all that empty space of longing in my heart of what could have been.

SO HERE ARE RANDOM ILLUMI (HEADCANON) FACTS THAT SERVE NOTHING:

He drinks beer and uses his teeth to open the bottles. He used to have a collection of bottlecaps, but then he gave them to Killua. So whenever Illumi opened a bottle, the cap would hence force go to Killua. Now the jar of bottlecaps is somewhere in Killua's room collecting dust.

After finishing an assassintion, he likes to get fastfood. Something quick and indulgent, like it's a cheat day. If he was on a job with his brothers then they'd hit a bodega afterwards. Sometimes he would bring food back to Milluki too.

He can hold a burger in one hand and tear through a ketchup packet with his teeth. He dips his food so much, he rarely eats anything without sauce.

Like Silva, Illumi has had a few pets in his life. One of them being a bear. He named it Pikelet. (I'll explore this one more in my fic!)

Although murder is his trade, that shouldn't hinder his other passions, including wild life conservation! This boy grew up in the mountains, albiet privately owned. You can't convince me he isn't a goblin child at heart.

He always thought he deserved to have fangs.

When he sees a walking stick lying on the ground, he has the urge to pick it up and wield it like a sword.

When he was eight he read all the narnia books. Peter was his comfort character, but he wanted to be Prince Caspian. To this day, if you ask him why he likes Narnia, he will give you a disseration and explain why Lucy is the strongest of all the penvensie siblings. He has never had turkish delight, but believes he would betray his siblings for them, they just look so good!

He could grow antlers out of pure will power. No, literally, he can. He can and will show you. "I'm a crytid. Look at my antlers."

He's still a Goosebumps kid at heart. When autumn rolls around, he he lays in bed and watches his favorite spooky shows (scooby doo, goosebumps, are you afraid of the dark?, tales from the crypt)

When he was little, he used to play in the forest by himself ALOT. One time, he crawled into a log, but the log was at the top of a hill and it began to roll down with him in it and then it rolled into a pond. He was able to escape, but he almost drowned and never told anyone what happened. He was a little mortified to tell anyone because he almost died doing something stupid. He'll tell you he has done alot of stupid things in the woods, but won't divulge more than that.

He's actually kind of good at acting and loves watching movies. This is part of why he is so good at diguises, he studies the actors in movies lol Sometimes he repeats lines from movies randomly in the house. Out of nowhere, he shouts 'BILBOOOO BAGGINSSSS' in a gandolf like voice. It's okay, just accept it.

Illumi has rehabilitated many opossums in his life.

He owns an animal rescue ranch, under a different identity of one of his disguises, that rebahilibates injured animals and prepares to release them back to the wild. His current disguise is an old man, but Illumi plans to 'die' and come back as his son/heir. Yes, he has worked out an entire line of succession for a rescue ranch. Did he have to do this? No, but he did anyway.

Once Illumi officiated the wedding between a frog named Freddie Lime to another frog named Emily Spinach. Oh, he was also high, but the wedding was beautiful, and Milluki fished him out of the pond afterwards.

There's a deer in Kukuroo Mountain that is fond of Illumi. If it sees him, it will run up to him. Illumi doesn't know what the forest calls the deer, but he calls it Thimble. He gives Thimble treats, and Thimple lets Illumi pet him, the arrangement has worked out very well so far.

Kukuroo Mountain is self sustainable, and alot of the food they cook they grow themselves. There's also a farm, with cows. Illumi would just be chilling on a hamick and then suddenly killua runs past him, and then so does a cow. Illumi goes back to napping, this isn't his mess to clean up.

"Concept: I will continue to bottle up all my emotions until I snap."

Moss.

Here were some facts! I have more stuff, but those are spoilers for my fanfic (where shadows touch), My obsession might be unhealthy but it's delicious and i love it so I'm not gonna stop.

[giuliano-fan-account]

NEW CHAPTER

new chapter alert 

I am.. I cant EVEN OH MY GOD ANYWAYS

If you dont even want to hear or see anything of the new chapter i dont reccomend looking as I’m gonna talk about some things during this chapter, things that could happen after this chapter and things from clash pt 1 (ch 390).

But anyways...

This was probably my favorite part. Lynch and Zakuro have such a good dynamic im crying I cant have yet another duo in my head but yet here they are.

Seeing them again in general in a new chapter was just magical in and of itself. like dude. THEYRE BACK  . AND ITS REAL AND WOW...

“HOW CAN I GET IT TO DIE?” I LOVE LYNCH SO MUCH HELP SHE IS JUST SO BLUNT AND AND ANWYAYS.

I also love the introduction to another aspect of Zakuros ability and just the sheer amount of personality both of them have been given in the short amount of time they’ve been introduced. 

And like how does Zakuro know who Hisoka is? Do they even know??? I’m guessing that their funky little blood pellets won’t find Hisoka, but will instead find a phantom troupe member.

Give me a minute to see where everybody was the last time Togashi showed the map. (I’m hoping they’ll find machi bc... machi fan reasons)

Theyre all on teir 3 (Zakuro, Lynch, Hinrigh) in a food/shopping court, then Zakuro and Lynch go into a hallway somewhere, but other than that I dont know.

Map without locations of people: (Ch 358)

Map with loactions of people: (Ch 380)

Ok, so if Machi stays in teirs 4/5, then it’s unlikely that she’ll come across Zakuro and Lynch.

I think there could be 3 things that could happen:

1. They may run into more Heil-Ly associates such as Luini or Cashew, but Hinrigh is already kind of dealing with those people. 

Maybe Hinrigh will run into Luini and Zakuro and Lynch will run into Cashew or vice versa. Depending on how their ability works and the descriptions they were given, Zakuros ability could very well mistake somebody else for being Hisoka, as they’re just looking for anybody ‘suspicious’.

2. It would be interesting to see if the Illumi = Hisoka theory could come into play. Zakuro and Lynch are hunting down Hisoka, but what if they run into Illumi instead because Zakuros ability spotted him and recognized him as being Hisoka... Though I think Mizai and Botobai intervined this in previous chapters. The lockdown was lifted, so there’s a possibility that Kalluto and Illumi could have been released, but iirc we haven’t gone back to their perspective since.

3. Chrollo, Bonolenov, and Shizuku are at the bottom of the fourth teir, but aside from Illumi and Kalluto, they are the closest members of the troupe. Since they’re both hunting down Hisoka, a matter of things could happen. I doubt that they would want to team up, and instead, I feel like tensions would be made, as the troupe’s (specifically Chrollo’s) interaction with the Cha-R group (I think) at the dining hall wasn’t very amicable, and the associates even noted that they were trouble. Chrollo seems to REALLY want to be the one to kill Hisoka as well, so I can imagine he would have mixed feelings on two people he has no idea about looking for him, and possibly looking to kill him before he does.

Any way it goes, I can’t wait for the loose threads in the storyline to be actually tied.

Anyways, enough of going into that part of the chapter, I want to talk about Hinrigh’s ability now.

At first, tbh I didn’t think that I would be very invested in Hinrigh, but this chapter saved my opinion because like.

HIS ABILITY IS SO FREAKING GOOFY LIKE. HE JUST MAKES A CAMERA INTO A CAT AND THEN PUTS ‘EM ON “RECORD MODE”. It’s so silly but in all seriousness what an amazing ability. It’s so convenient, and the fact that he can make full on animals out of everyday animals is pretty astonishing. Imagine the type of training and how much of it you’d have to do to master that ability. 

+ The cat is so scrunkly i love it so much I would die for the RECORD MODE cat. It reminds me of those videos on youtube where the people put the cameras on the cats collar. I wonder if that was the inspiration for this, because a cat isn’t the first thing that comes to mind when you think of recording or having another pair of eyes or whatever, and I wouldn’t put it past Togashi. Our man full on made an ability (Silent Majority) out of a song name, and put in facts about the weight of bowling balls just because he likes to watch bowling. 

MEOW... BIP

I also like to think that he just makes companions for when he’s alone on the job. Like he makes a dog out of a machine gun and bonds with it and if somebody tries to attack him because they think he’s distracted he’s like “aha!!!” and shoots them with his machine gun dog.

I cant wait to see the next chapters, even though I doubt they’ll be for free on viz, I’ll find another way to see them. I’m so excited to be experiencing the comeback of my favorite series!

Anyways you all keep being funny like that record mode cat

Those Pigeons are a Serious Problem.

[deathfavor]

Anonymous said: 👀 + Kalluto do you want to stay with the Troupe more than your family?

send 👀 + a question for my muse to answer truthfully

   The question causes the young assassin’s eyes to widen in horror as he’s placed in the spotlight. Why him? No one has given him half a mind most of the time, much less what he WANTS. Even Kalluto himself hadn’t spent much time in considering what he wanted. 

   “  I-  “  Pink eyes flick around, but there is no one there. No one in his family would bother leaving to come for him besides Illumi anyway, much less be present for something like this. Still his stomach twists in an unfamiliar sensation.

   But the answer was rather obvious, wasn’t it? Because he was still around rather than disappearing back to the Zoldyck Manor.

   “....Yes.”  Kalluto barely whispers the answer, but he answers it all the same. He....enjoyed spending time with the troupe. He enjoys being seen and watching the different personalities of the troupe members. He likes seeing new places and trying new foods and having new experiences. Here he isn’t insignificant. Not that he wants the spotlight, but there’s no disregard of the fact Kalluto mastered Nen earlier than any of his siblings, all because everyone was focused on the heir. He was still learning his spot and of having the freedom to speak his own mind, but he was enjoying it. 

   He glances away for a moment, mouth hidden behind his fan.  “  I love my family. They are important to me. But I would....rather stay with the Troupe.  “

[la-squadra1234]

Part two,

The New Year’s Eve party at the zoldyck estate!

Chrollo grabbed a empty alcohol bottle and threw it at one of the assassins and it made the assassin very upset very very upset they got into a whole fight and the phantom troupe was not having it and they just said that that assassin ruin the fun and that this is a party and what does the assassin expect but then there was a huge twist….

The assassin or the supposed to be assassin was actually one of the mafia leaders and he actually ended up killing one of the assassins that silva invited just so he can infiltrate the building then the mafia showed up and started shooting everybody and trying to kill everybody (except for the mafia boss obviously)

Killua,chrollo,silva,illumi,kikyo,feitan and Zeno were furious by this and ended up taking every single person that was in the mafia who was inside of their mansion to the torture chamber (or to that big ass dog mountain lion looking ass thing💀😭) feitan said fuck this party and he went down to the torture chamber and started carving peoples eyes out and making the other members look at them and then started carving their tongues out and suffocating them until they pass out and then when they wake up he would just stomp on them with nen so it would really hurt the zoldyck along with the phantom troupe actually surprised from feitans behaviour as normally he would never snap if something like this happened (I guess man really just wanted to enjoy the party🥲)

Then once feitan was done they started going back to partying drinking eating all the food and having so much fun hisoka got really drunk and sense he’s a dumb ass when he’s drunk he decided to kiss Illumi but his vision was kind of fucked up and he ended up kissing…

Silva, hisoka just kissed illumis DAD SILVA ZOLDYCK!!!

(hisoka I don’t care what the fuck kind of mental issues you got what the hell are you doing you’re literally about to die)

Everybody just stood there with their mouth wide open even kikyos loud mouth ass did not say shit then phinks yelled “BRO YOUR KISSING DADS NOW?!?! THANK GOD MY DAD IS DEAD AND I DO NOT KNOW HIM!!!”

Everybody except for kikyo,illumi, and silva burst it out in laughter kikyo then Felt so embarrassed to the point where she grabbed the microphone and yelled “ listen here you little shit you guys ruin this entire party this was supposed to be a fun and nice casual party we had a bunch of drinks for you guys to drink and a bunch of food and you guys took advantage of that you piece of shit you are never welcome back at the zoldyck estate again and as for you hisoka I should kill you right now for even having the near thought of kissing my husband MY HUSBAND!!! Illumi you should have never invited any of these freaks! And you(she said pointing at phinks) you dumb blonde your joke is not funny at all!!! You are embarrassing everybody and creating a horrible impression you know what get out everybody is kicked out this party is done!!!”

Everybody stood there and shock the zoldyck know that kikyo can lose her shit sometimes but she has never lost her shit this bad…

Everybody that was invited then ran out before anything could escalate any further than it already has

I know this is a really shitty ending but I can’t think of any other ending I am sorry😕

But I hope everybody who is reading this enjoyed I tried my best to think of something crazy to happen and that’s just what popped up in my mind when I write I don’t really have an idea planned I just write whatever comes to mind instantly!

Anyways thank you for reading I hope I can post more often I also love all the love and support that I am getting thank you so much I appreciate it with all of my heart💕

Thank you everybody bye now!



[absolute-flaming-trash]

Would you look at that, another gift I made for Chrimbus

Thank you, @forcefulkitten​, for letting me post. Ilysm 💛💛💛

Pairing: Illumi x Fem!Reader

Yandere, Smut

Word Count: 6′943

Warnings: Dubcon, Predator/Prey kink, Implied kidnapping, Forced relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Edging, Illumi being a sly motherfucker.  

The Estate was honestly a really beautiful place.

It’s halls were always pristine, the artwork never crooked, and the plants decorating the rooms never had any dead leaves or petals under them.

It was beautiful… but boring. Painfully boring.

Illumi never let you do anything without him right there next to you. Any activities considered harmful or dangerous in his mind were automatically answered with a “no” when you asked to partake in them

So it was a pleasant surprise when he proposed something you considered fun that you had been wanting to do for a while out of the blue.

“Wait what?”

Illumi’s sigh was something you were incredibly used to at this point. Early in the “relationship” you used to believe he was mad at you because of the tone of it, but now you knew that wasn’t the case.

He was more mildly annoyed than anything else.

“I said I’d indulge you in your little game if it will stop you from moping.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a little squeal of happiness, jumping in the spot and clapping your hands together in excitement. It had been so long since you had played and with how large the Estate was, you were dying to use the space for something other than reading books or afternoon tea.

“Okay, okay.” You tried to calm yourself down, but were still vibrating a little. “Do you know how to play?”

Illumi gave you one of his pointed stares from his spot on the couch, “If I needed to have the rules of a game that are clearly in the name itself explained to me, I would expect you to call the doctors immediately under the suspicion of brain damage.”

You pouted, “Sheesh, it was just a question.”

His lips twitched upwards for a moment before he stood, walking towards you in only a few long strides. He wordlessly offered his arm to you, running the cool pad of his palm over yours after you accepted and walked you towards a large set of doors on the other side of the room.

“All the butlers have cleared out for the evening, so it is only the two of us.”

You gaped at the large empty halls before you. You weren’t sure if you had been to this part of the Estate, but at the moment you didn’t care. It all looked the same, especially in the dark like this.

You frowned. The dark.

“The lights?”

“Will remain off.” Illumi answered, looking down at you. The partial light from the room behind you lighting his eyes in a way that was incredibly eerie. Your frown deepened.

“How will I know where I’m going?”

Illumi tilted his head almost in a condescending way.

“Ah, I’m not.”

“You catch on quickly.”

You whined. “No fair, you’ve been here your whole life, this is cheating.”

“You sound as if you don’t want to play anymore.”

“No…” you trailed off, trying to think of any excuse that didn’t sound like a bratty child complaining. “It’s just not fair.” you finished lamely.

Illumi hummed, releasing his arm from yours to pull out a small device from his pocket.

“Here,” He placed the device in your hands. “This is a portable security monitor I had specially made for the cameras that occupy the Estate. You may observe me as I seek you out, and I will allow you to change hiding spots. I will also not use En during this game.”

You stared at it mutely, mulling over the offer in your head. While it wasn’t quite knowing the estate like the back of your hand, you supposed it was the best you were going to get.

“Okay.” You beamed up at him. “Oh! We haven’t discussed the prize yet!”

Illumi blinked. “Prize?”

“Yeah!” You were back to hopping in place. “Okay so, what do you want if you win?”

Illumi only stared down at you and you blew a raspberry at him.

“You’re no fun.”

“So you’ve told me.”

“How about! The winner gets to do whatever they want?”

Illumi stared at you with low lidded eyes, but you could tell from the smallest glint in his eyes that that had caught his attention.

“Alright.”

The doors behind you both suddenly shut, enveloping the two of you in complete darkness that made you yelp in surprise, clinging to Illumi out of pure enforced habit.

“The game is going to be over very quickly if you don’t hide soon, Y/N.”

“Oi, we haven’t decided who will count first!”

“I started counting as soon as the doors shut.” You felt the hot of his breath by your ear as he spoke. “You have 30 seconds left.”

“You suck!” You yelled, bolting down the hallway in complete darkness.

With the exception of a few windows here or there, there was barely any light to help guide your way. The moon was barely out, leaving only the distant twinkle of stars to serve as your aid.

You ran your hand along the walls of the hallway, catching along door frames when they suddenly appeared, and you grabbed onto the third one, hauling yourself inside clumsily. Illumi wasn’t counting out loud, so you had a countdown going on in your head from the 30 seconds he gave you.

20…19…18…

You could barely make out the objects of the room you stumbled into, but you did spot what seemed to be a wardrobe. You ran towards it, gripping the handles before you began to second guess yourself.

No, this was too obvious of a hiding place.

13…12…11…

You whimpered in panic, anxiety taking over your brain as your time ran out. Your eyes were adjusting a little better to the dark and you could make out some kind of couch or loveseat in the corner.

Fuck it, it would have to do.

You quickly realized, after a few seconds, you would not be able to fit behind it.

You could, however, fit underneath it. Just barely. You had to breathe very shallowly and press yourself as flat against the ground as possible in order for it to work. To any other person this would be a terrible spot, but you were small enough for it to possibly work.

And you would soon find out.

3…2…1…

Here he comes.

The air in the house was incredibly still. It was almost too quiet without the normal bustle of the butlers around you. The only noise that filled the room were your quick, heavy pants that you forced yourself to try and calm - as much as the restricting space of the underside of the couch would allow.

The distant slamming of a door made you jolt, smacking your head on the bottom of the couch in the process. You had to bite your lip to hold in your groan of pain, resting your cheek against the cool wood of the floorboards.

You couldn't tell if the thumping you heard was the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears or his footsteps.

Realistically you knew it was the former. Illumi had been trained to make as little noise as possible while he moved, so you didn't know what else you expected while he hunted for you.

In retrospect, proposing a game of Hide and Seek with a professional assassin was probably a terrible idea if you hoped for any chance of winning.

Your suspicions regarding the sound were confirmed when the door to the room you were in swung open, and you held your breath. You could just barely make out the pale purple of his pants in the dark. He wasn't moving, rather he was standing motionless in the doorway - undoubtedly scanning the room.

You felt your lungs begin to burn for air, but you remained as still as you could.

Eventually he moved, walking towards the wardrobe you first considered and yanking it open. You could hear the hangers screeching against the railings as he shoved whatever articles of clothing that were hanging aside. He soon closed it almost as quickly as he had opened it, turning around and scanning the room once more.

You let out an exhale as quietly as you possibly could.

His feet turned towards your spot and it felt like time came to a complete stop.

The rush of blood in your ears got louder as he approached, and you braced yourself…

Only for you to feel the cushions of the couch dip as he placed a knee on it to peer over the other side. Your face scrunched up in pain, the already restricting space being compacted even further under his weight, but the discomfort ended almost as soon as it began.

You peeked an eye open just in time to see him exiting the room, leaving the door open behind him.

The relief had you damn near melting into the floor, suppressing delighted giggles at your temporary victory.

Now that you were in the clear, you pulled out the monitoring device he gave you earlier, maneuvering it so you could view it with the left side of your cheek pressed to the ground.

The glow of the screen was already dimmed down, a small mercy you had never thought about as the many, many camera images appeared on screen.

Everything was sorted into categories. East wing, West wing, South library, etc

You kept flipping through, but you couldn’t find a sign of Illumi anywhere. It was honestly getting a little aggravating since how was this damn thing supposed to help you if you couldn’t even find him in the first place?!

Finally you caught a glimpse of him, his hair the only portion left in the frame before you quickly flipped over to the next camera. He was entering a room that looked a lot like the one you were currently hiding in. He stood in the doorway completely still, scanning the room like he did with yours. You checked the name of the room in the corner of the screen

South Sitting Room 3

Looking back to the main part of the screen, you could see Illumi moving towards the other side of the room. You also noticed too little too late the faintest blue hue on the screen.

Coming from underneath the couch.

You felt ice wrap around your ankles before you registered his face only inches away from yours.

“Found you.”

You screamed bloody murder as you were dragged from your hiding spot, nails undoubtedly clawing lines into the polished floorboards, your skirt bunching around the upper portion of your thighs. Your heart was hammering in your chest like a little bunny, eyes wide in terror at the sudden and quite frankly horrifying materializing of Illumi.

The main thing you could see were his eyes - the rest only a mere outline. The inhuman glow of purple from the marginal amount of moonlight staring down at you with an intensity that made you shrink further into the floor. If you stared long enough, you were sure you could eventually make out the details of his face, but you couldn’t help but feel… intimidated a little.

“You weren’t very smart, Y/N.” You could almost hear the smile in his voice. "You should only check that device periodically, otherwise the glow gives you away quite easily.”

“Okay okay, you win.” You admitted defeat quickly, “Can we turn on the lights now?”

“Why? I thought the winner got whatever they wanted.”

You frowned. He wanted to keep the lights off as his prize?

“Is that it?”

You felt him wrap his arms around your torso, lifting you off the ground with incredible grace.

“I request that we play another round. Same rules, same stakes, only one condition.”

You stared at him in confusion, hesitantly keeping your hands around his arm as you regarded him. The sensation of one of his hands cupping your cheek made you flinch, not expecting the sudden cold on your face, but you quickly leaned into it.

“Hide better.”

You pouted against his skin, your voice slightly muffled as you spoke. “You literally gave me 30 seconds, becoming a master of disguise isn’t exactly in my skill set.”

Part of you hoped he couldn’t feel the heat rise to your cheeks when he let out a quaint, low pitched chuckle in response.

“I’ll give you two minutes this time. I expect you to utilize the advantages I gave you.”

You pulled away from him, picking the monitor off the floor and slipping it back in your pocket.

“Are you going to tell me when you start counting this time?”

The small tilt of his head gave you the answer you felt you already knew.

"You've been hanging around Hisoka too much."

You bolted past him before he had time to make a response, although you were smirking as you ran down the moonlit halls. Nothing was funnier than yanking the assassin’s chain and getting away with it - even temporarily.

You kept the mental count down going as you ran through halls and rooms that felt like a labyrinth. Part of you imagined that the doors you shut behind you would reveal a completely different hallway if you opened them again.

Half your time was gone when you reached another door, however this one didn’t lead to another room or another hallway like the others. Instead it led to a staircase. You couldn’t see how far down they went, only that they were shrouded in complete black around ten steps down.

While it would be an amazing place for you hide, you still hesitated. The air coming up from the doorway was cold and humid. It made you wrinkle your nose and look down the hall while you weighed the pros and cons of continuing on vs taking the chance.

40…39…38… 

The first step groaned under your weight, making you cringe as you gripped the railing and descended the steps as quickly and as quietly as possible - the darkness swallowing you as you went.

The temperature dropped the further you went down, the hairs on your arms standing up straight by the time you reached the bottom. If it wasn’t so dark, you were sure you’d be able to see your breath as you exhaled.

Feeling along the walls, you walked further into the room while shuffling your feet to avoid tripping. There were a few crates here and there. Wooden. Heavy. You could hear the clinking of bottles when you bumped into one.

A wine cellar.

24…23…22…

You felt around for anything that felt light, possibly even empty. There were around four crates that you could find that fit the description, however once you lifted up the lids, they were still too full for you to fit inside. Your hands began to shake again and you pulled out the monitor, increasing the brightness to the highest setting.

5…4…3…

The room lit up almost completely, the racks of wine and stacked crates in one corner coming into view. The ones you had found were further confirmed to be too full to hide you, and you spun in a slow circle, taking in all your options. There was barely anything. Hardly anywhere you could even try and hide, and it was much too late to go back up the stairs now.

As time ran out you debated it. You fully debated going back up the steps and attempting to find a better hiding place while also running the risk of encountering Illumi. You had the monitor on your side, but you also knew that the chances of being found increased dramatically while you were distracted with the device.

Continuing to use it as a light source, you walked the rest of the room’s perimeter. Overall it wasn’t very large, only about 15 x 30 feet. You could try pulling a few crates together and hiding behind them, but you would be found almost immediately, and Illumi said he wanted you to hide well.

You heard the distant slamming of a door, making you cringe in on yourself like it was done in front of you. Shining the light back towards the stairs, you made your way back towards them, ready to take your chances until something else caught your eye.

Right at the side of the stairs was a cubby. It was small, only about 3 feet high, but it was something decent. It took a bit of effort to get the thing open, which surprised you a little bit considering the finery of everything else in the Estate.

From what you were allowed to see, anyways.

Thin strings of cobwebs hung just inside the mini doorway, and you grimaced, hoping to any and all gods that these webs were abandoned as they stuck to your hand when you crawled in. You were pleased that they seemed to be the only ones as you crawled deeper into the cubby, maneuvering yourself so your back pressed against the cool cement of the wall with a grunt. You wiped the spider silk on your skirt before flipping through the cameras again, trying to remember where he found you and the areas you had gone through before reaching the cellar.

You eventually found him leaving a room labeled Dining Room 4, walking back out into the hallway and continuing his way down. You continued to follow him through the cameras, and you couldn’t help but feel a switch in roles for a moment. You hadn’t thought about it for a while, but you wondered how often he sat like this. Watching you through the very monitor you were holding.

Part of you could understand how addicting it was while you stared at his pixelated form moving from room to room, repeating the same process of scanning, searching, scanning, and then moving on.

It was almost hypnotic.

You committed the most recent room he was in to memory before flipping further ahead, trying to see how far away he was from the room you were hiding. You went through about 15 screens before you reached the hallway that led to the cellar, the polished wooden door hanging open in the hallway.

 “Oh fuck”

That was a dead giveaway to where you were. You flipped back to where you last saw Illumi, and he was now only 10 rooms away.

Damn he moved fast.

If you moved right now you might have a chance. Might be able to crawl out of your hiding place, run back up the steps, shut the door, and then go back down to your spot while being as quiet as possible.

It was a risk. A big one.

8 rooms away.

Fuck.

You scrambled out from your spot, awkwardly clamouring over your limbs as you emerged from the cubby; a cramp forming in your back from how hunched over you were inside. You held the screen out in front of you as you ascended the steps again, swearing under your breath when the wood creaked once more under your weight, but you forced yourself to continue up.

You were halfway up when you heard another door slam, this time way too close for your comfort and you froze. You slowly turned the screen to face you, body shaking when you found him to only be 3 rooms away.

There was no way you’d make it.

While you weren’t sure if it was just him being fast, or you moving too slowly, you didn’t think about it much as you descended the steps as fast and as quietly as possible, all but diving back into the cubby underneath the stairs. Your last panicked motion before slumping back against the cool wall was grabbing the edge of the cubby door and pulling it shut, enveloping you in true darkness.

You didn’t dare click the monitor back on, not after how he found you last time. All you could do was sit in horrid suspense and wait.

The minutes felt like hours as they ticked by, and you were thankful it allowed you the time to slow your breathing. You ignored the urge to click the device back on to see just how far away he was. It also allowed enough time for you to lose some of your anxiety and properly kick yourself for being so stupid and leaving the door open.

You also realized too little too late that coming down here was perhaps not the smartest idea, as there was only one way in, and one way out.

You felt the full weight of your mistake as soon as the hair on your arms stood up, and this time not from the cold. You couldn’t see Illumi from your spot under the stairs, but you could certainly feel the aura radiating off of him.

“Y/N”

He drew out your name as he descended the steps slowly. Almost deliberately slow. You bit your cheek, pressing yourself further against the musty wall as you felt the dust fall from each step as he took it.

He stopped around the second to last step, undoubtedly scanning the cellar for you. You felt the dust floating by your face, and you had to slap a hand over your mouth and nose to keep yourself from sneezing.

The sharp sound of his tongue clicking echoed off the walls as he descended the rest of the steps.

“Credit where it’s due, I was not expecting you to hide this well” There was a crash of a crate being tossed to the side followed by glass breaking, making you jump a mile.

“By keeping the lights off, I assumed you’d keep to the upper levels.”

You smiled behind your hands at the clear annoyance in his tone. There was little you enjoyed more than gaining a victory over this man, no matter how small it was.

Most of the time, anyway.

“However, I think you know as well as I do that coming down here was incredibly foolish.”

You grimaced at the confirmation of your earlier thoughts.

“Nowhere to run, very few places to hide.”

Yeah. You noticed that.

The smashing of another crate told you he was on the opposite side of the room near the stacked ones. He must have thought you were hiding amongst them.

You expected to hear the noise of more bottles breaking as he tore the tower apart for you, but no such sound ever came.

Instead you heard the faint click of his shoes against the concrete coming closer to the stairs.

It was honestly a little naïve to hope that he wouldn’t check your little corner of the room. To think that he would ascend the steps and continue searching the rest of the Estate for you.

It took nearly every fiber of energy within you not to yelp in surprise or startle when his knuckles knocked against the cubby door three times.

“I know you’re in here, Y/N.”

You didn’t move, your hands clasped firmly over your mouth and nose so you didn’t make a fucking sound.

There was no way he could see down here. If you didn’t move at all, there was no chance he’d be able to know.

There was that sigh of his again, “Y/N.”

You had to bite your cheek harder to keep yourself from making any involuntary noises. You could tell he would get more annoyed - possibly even angry - if you didn’t obey him right now, but you still stayed where you were. He said he wanted you to hide well, so you were going to give him that.

The metallic taste of blood burst over your tongue as you heard the groan of the cubby door open, the external cold air rushing in and clinging to you almost like a virus. It was impossible to suppress the shiver that ran through your body.

“If you don’t answer me, I’ll have to come in there and get you.”

In that moment it was with both an insane amount of courage and stupidity that you began very, very gradually moving yourself to the part of the cubby that was slanted closer to the floor, following the decline of the steps. It wasn’t directly in front of the doorway, and if you could maneuver yourself so you were flat against the ground by the time he reached in for you, you might be able to get away with it.

You pressed your palms against the ground, gritting your teeth as you slowly lifted yourself up, shifting your pelvis over and lowering yourself back down; repeating a similar process with your feet. You didn’t dare breathe.

Except that wasn’t the sound that was your downfall.

The crunch of debris under your palms rang out absurdly loud, and your heart leaped into your throat as the room stood still.

Illumi’s aura flared. “Got you.”

It was like Deja vu the way you were dragged out from your hiding space, although this time except for the smooth wood of the floorboards to ease your way, you had rough, frigid, damn near sandpaper-like concrete scraping against your skin. You smacked your arms against the frame of the door, eliciting a cry from what would undoubtedly become a bruise to add to your collection later.

You were once again in the position you were before: Illumi overtop of you and pinning you against the floor, except this time you couldn’t see shit. While it didn’t help that the light of the monitor prevented your eyes from properly adjusting to the dark, you doubted that, even if they had, you’d be able to see Illumi above you.

Instead you were forced just to feel. Forced to feel the aura radiating off of him as well as the conflicting temperatures of his hands vs the rest of him. Forced to feel the warm air of his breath across your face as he used his upper body to stop you from struggling more. Forced to feel the soft material of his pants brushing against the upper portion of your thighs.

“Okay, Okay” You laughed nervously, opening your hands in surrender from their place against the floor. “You win. Again.”

He didn’t respond. You swallowed thickly, trying to calm your racing heart rate.

“Did I do better this time?”

You squeaked when you felt his aura flare again, but he didn’t move.

“You could hear me the entire time I searched for you down here. You know you did.”

You smiled, a surge of pride running through you. “I got you pretty good, huh?”

“Yes, however you still did not win.”

Your smile was gone in a flash, mumbling under your breath “I was pretty fuckin close though.”

He pressed his body closer to yours, and you could feel the movement of his lips by your ear. “Watch your tongue.”

You bit your lip at the sharpness of his tone, squirming against him from the discomfort of being so heavily pressed to the floor.

“Okay, alright, I’m sorry. Please Illumi, you’re crushing me.”

He still didn’t move. You could feel your spine grating against the concrete, causing you to begin hyperventilating a little.

“If you wanted your prize to be me dying from suffocation, you’re well on your way.”

“You’re being dramatic, but no that is not what I want.”

You laughed, a sound of mixed discomfort and nervousness. “Then what?”

“You.”

You blinked in the darkness at how fast his answer was, but also in mild confusion.

“But you already have m- oh.”

He ground his hips into you, and it clicked. You would’ve had to have been stupid not to understand what he meant, and you couldn’t help but feel dumb for not noticing how hard he was in the first place; but something about the setting made certain old things fall into place.

The depths of the cellar. The dark. Not being able to see him properly. Being pinned against whatever surface he wanted.

Memories that had been buried under the affection you had grown to have towards him.

There was a small tremor in your voice as you spoke. “Illu I am… more than down, but can we please go back upstairs?”

“No.”

His voice was strained, but commanding all the same - accompanied by the rustling of clothing. “We agreed that the winner gets what they want.”

You had your mouth open to protest, but became slack-jawed from the sensation of your panties being pushed to the side and his cock pressing into you to the hilt.

You were just barely wet enough to take him. Barely. The stretch, however, was insane. It had been a long time since you had taken him without any prep; those days seemingly far behind you, but the burning was something you’d never forget. Tears slipped past your eyes, a small shriek on your lips from the completely unexpected intimacy forced upon you.

He held you close, one of his hands keeping your leg hooked around his hips while the other was snaked between your shoulder blades and tangled in your hair, practically crushing you to him. Your entire body was tense as you desperately tried to adjust to him, your fists bunching the fabric of his shirt, which would undoubtedly leave creases.

It wasn’t in his character to let you adjust for long. You weren’t sure if it was due to impatience, or him thinking the time he gave you was adequate - perhaps it was a mix of both. Regardless, you were not ready when he pulled back, slamming into you once more with a roughness you weren’t used to.

While he was a little rough normally, sure, this was different. Rather than it being from his typical stiff, arguably robotic movements, this was almost unhinged. Desperate. He was fucking into you at a pace that all but sucked the air from you with every thrust, and your lack of sight amplified every single stroke of his cock against your plush walls.

It was far too much, way too fast.

“Illu-mi!” Your words were choked, “S-slow down! Please!”

“No,” He repeated, “You can take it.”

He didn’t let you lean your head back against the pavement, his hand gripping your hair and tilting your head so your face was buried in the crook of his neck; his personal musk adding to the cocktail of sensations bombarding your brain. The open collar of his shirt allowed for proper skin on skin contact, and you dug your teeth into what was offered to ride out the continuous zaps of throbbing pleasure that radiated throughout your body. 

The air stunk of spilled wine and sex, a scent that would forever be ingrained in your memory along with the soft claps of skin and fabric echoing off the cement walls as they connected faster and faster.

This is what he wanted. To fuck you into the floor while you had no other choice but to take what he gave you. 

The hand holding your thigh would undoubtedly leave a handprint by the time he was finished with you, his fingers digging into the skin and turning it the same brilliant shade of violet as his outfit. He wasn’t normally one to mark you physically, preferring to show his possessiveness over you in other ways, but once more this felt different. You keened when his hand moved higher to support your ass, raising his upper body off of you and detangling his other hand from your hair so it could grip the other side of your hips and haul your lower body onto his lap; the new angle allowing him to drive even deeper into you.

He was barely pulling out, but his pace remained the same as before, and you had to grip his forearms in order to ground yourself. The small sparks shooting up your spine fully gave way into fiery pleasure, all discomfort from earlier dissipating each time his cock fully disappeared inside your cunt. If his goal was to hurl you over the edge as fast as possible, he was succeeding. Your walls gripping him tighter and tighter, your mixed fluids undoubtedly leaving a giant mess on his pants as he continued to ruin you. Your face burned in mortification even though you couldn’t see the extent of the mess you were making.

You were so close. You were teetering right on the edge, but you couldn’t fall. The whine you let out was positively sinful, and you were glad that the only person who could hear you was Illumi.

Every single one of your words were punctuated by a gasp in time with his thrusts. “I can’t… Illumi please, I want to cum.”

You genuinely let out a sob when he slowed down, all movements coming to a halt and ripping all hope of an orgasm away from you in an instant. You couldn’t stop the whiney “why” that slipped past your lips before you felt his thin fingers wrapping around your throat. He never squeezed, simply letting the natural weight of his hand do the work for him.

“Stop whining.”

You managed to stifle your cries into soft whimpers with the aid of your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Remind me, who was the winner of this little game of yours?”

“You.”

“And what does the winner get, again?”

You paused, reluctantly giving out the answer.

“Whatever they want.”

“So does it matter what you want?”

You clenched around him, and he hissed through his teeth, tightening the grip on your throat.

“Answer me.”

“No!”

“Good.”

You expected him to go back to ruining you with no personal regard to your own pleasure after that, but were surprised when you felt him lean forward, pressing his lips to yours with a gentleness he didn’t show in his thrusts when they started back up again. You moaned unabashedly into his mouth, determined to drive him out of his mind as much as possible.

If you couldn’t get him to give in to you by begging for him, you were going to try and send him over the edge by losing all restraint on the noises he ripped from you.

A plan that was very short lived once his lips were replaced with his hand covering the lower half of your face - something he had never done and had you gushing around his cock like mad.

Part of you expected him to call you a brat, something he was particularly fond of calling you - especially earlier in your relationship, but the comment never came and you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed.

It made sense though. That would be giving you exactly what you wanted, and this wasn’t about you.

The position must have been rather awkward - trying to hold his hand over your mouth with one hand and keeping your lower body in his lap with the other because he pulled out of you very suddenly. Half your mewl in protest was muffled by his hand before he rolled you roughly onto your stomach, hauling your hips up so he sheath himself back inside you and lifting your upper body up by your jaw so your head was pressed against his shoulder from the force of his hand pressing against your mouth.

You could feel the damp patch you had created against the bottom of his shirt hitting your ass with every thrust and tears leaked out of your eyes. You couldn’t tell if they were from the mortification or from the edging.

His thrusts were beginning to lose rhythm and you could feel his cock twitching each time he re-entered you. You lifted your arms up, finding his head in the dark and tangling your hands in his hair. He rarely ever allowed you to do that. You had found out the hard way that his scalp was something of an erogenous zone for the man - one that he wasn’t happy with you finding out.

A small tug to his hair, and it was enough to rip a proper groan from his throat. What you were not expecting was for him to pinch your jaw, taking advantage of your yelp of shock and sudden pain to shove two fingers into your mouth. You gagged a little, even though his fingers didn’t go further than your molars. Instead they pressed down on your tongue, quickly creating a pool of saliva that was soon dripping down onto your shirt. When he was satisfied, he withdrew his fingers, reaching down to where your bodies were connected and finding your clit with frightening accuracy.

You shrieked, the constant edging being cut by an overwhelming amount of additional pleasure had your mind spinning in overstimulation and flooding your veins with ice. You detangled one of your hands from his hair, reaching down out of pure instinct to pull his hand away.

“Too much, I can’t.” You panted.

“Yes you can, and you’re going to.” His fingers continued to swirl around your clit, undeterred from your own trying to stop him. “Right now.”

And as if on command the coil in your core snapped, your walls fluttering around his length - trying to suck him in as deep as possible.

Illumi wasn’t far behind you, holding you flush to his body as he finished inside you with three final thrusts, his release seeping out of you around his length, staining his clothes further and dripping onto the floor.

All you could hear was your ragged breaths echoing off the cellar walls. The air was much warmer now, so you didn’t feel cold when Illumi pulled out of you. The shiver that ran through you was from the sensation of his cum pooling in your panties as he slid them back into place.

You whimpered when he pressed a chaste kiss to your tear stained cheeks, re-adjusting your clothing and his with a level of care and precision that when you had first met him had seemed cold and ironically cruel, but you had learned were just practiced movements to ensure the best result possible.

“If you think I’m walking up the stairs after that,” you sniffled, “you’ve got another thing coming.”

He didn’t respond, but you didn’t need him to. His arms looped under you, hoisting you up bridal style and carrying you back towards the steps.

You buried your face into his chest, your eyes heavy lidded as his body came into view again once you both re-entered the light.

“If we ever play again, I’m gonna win. You’ll see.”

He glanced down at you briefly, in time to see your eyes close completely.

You were blissfully unaware of the ghost of a smile on his lips as he kicked the cellar door shut.

“I’m sure you will.”

He’d let you think you could win, but you never could. Not just because his skills were far superior than yours, but with everything factored in, you winning was impossible.

But it was a nice thought regardless.

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Yandere Adult Trio finding you after a few years after escape CW: physical abuse, mentions of kidnapping, blood, needles

Hisoka

This is rather nice actually. A quiet life in the middle of nowhere where no one questions you. It’s somewhat of a farming community you live in. You work at a farmers market, selling fresh fruits and vegetables to the same people every day. Everyone here recognizes you under your fake identity, and treats you as part of the community. As if you didn’t randomly appear one day. As if you aren’t in hiding. 

It’s been about three years you would say. Three years since you escaped... him. You dyed your hair, wore colored contacts and completely changed your clothing look. You moved countries, learned a new language, and completely dropped your entire identity and life. It was the only way you could escape him. How you escaped him remains a mystery to you too. He was always attentive but- you escaped that last time. Slipped through his fingers. 

Mr. Grady, the oldest farmer in town hobbles over to your stand and smiles with his big loose mouth. He only has a few teeth but you don’t need many when you blend all of your food anyway.

“Oh hello Charlie. How are you today?” He asks with his frail old man voice.

You smile back and begin bagging up the usual for him. “Very good Mr. Grady. How are you?” 

Your conversations are never short but it’s almost become a highlight of your day to hear the old man ramble. “Oh you know. The sheep dog are sick, so I tried rounding those cows up with my cat. He practically got trampled!” He throws his arms up as if it’s unbelievable. You somewhat listen as he continues. “... moral of the story is, cats are unreliable and only have two lives.” 

As you hand the paper bag over the counter the old man stops to think for a moment. “I saw someone new up by the shops today, he was a real character. Quite tall too.” 

You nod and get the change for the money he hands you, “Oh really? Did you talk to him?”

“He wasn’t much interested in me. Though he didn’t seem like a normal traveler. He was much too eccentric for that.” He offers one last toothless smile, “Don’t work too late. It’s time for the foxbears to come out of hibernation soon.” 

Before you can further question him, he hobbles off pretty quickly for an old man. Of course you’re overreacting but someone eccentric and tall randomly coming to town? No it couldn’t be. It’s been over three years since then. And he wouldn’t go this far for you would he? 

After closing up the shop you grab the keys to your car and head for the ‘parking lot’. It’s a field with white lines spray painted on the grass with a single light to illuminate the whole place. You hop into your car and are just glad to finally go home after a long day. It was rather slow but that’s because it was a tuesday. It is very busy on friday-monday. You start your car, and turn on the air, you plug your phone in and relax some into your seat.

You adjust your rear view mirror and scream when you do. You just barely catch the reflection of someone in the back of your car. He’s sitting in the back seat watching you closely. You decide against turning around to face him.

“Hello y/n. Or is it Charlie?” He asks calmly, as if it were a casual conversation.

You clear your throat and try to control your shaking. “What are you doing here Hisoka?” 

He ignores your question completely. “You really know how to choose a nice town. Quiet, friendly, off the grid.”

“I suppose.” Your hands grip on the steering wheel tightens. “How did you find me?”

“Oh, well, it was quite hard really. You did a good job. But once I found the first person who helped you change your identity, it was just a matter of going down the chain.”

You’d rather not think about what happened to those people. “And what are you doing here?” You repeat your question.

“Well there’s only one thing I’m here for of course.” He leans back in the seat, just barely having enough room for his legs. “I’ve come to bring you home.” 

“I don’t want to. It’s nice here.” You state as if you have an option. 

He leans forward this time, and cranes his head around the drivers seat to whisper in your ear, “It’s really not up to you pet.”

Before you can even react, there’s a rope around your neck, and he’s pulling you hard against your seat. You claw at the rope and gasp for air. You try to turn some but the rope burn hurts too much. You manage to get your fingers under the rope around your neck, and throw yourself forward.

His head smacks the back of your seat but your head smacks the wheel, honking the horn. There’s no doubt that you’re bleeding. You throw the rope over your head and jump out of the car, and run. But he’s much faster.

He jumps out of the car and before you know it, he grabs the back of your shirt, pulling you to him. He holds you against himself with his arms, leaving no room for escape. But you have one more trick up your sleeve. You throw your head back as hard you can and headbutt his face. There’s a loud crack that you can only assume is his nose. 

He groans and his nails dig into your skin through your clothes. “You really got feisty while I was away.” His nails begin to pierce your skin, ripping through the cloth of your shirt. “But it’s no matter, it only turns me on more.”

Illumi

To say you’re on the run is an understatement. You’re practically sprinting away even all these years later. You know that if you stop for even a few days that he would find you. You spend no more than three days at a time in the same place. You’ve travelled half of the world by now- and quite honestly it has been somewhat nice. Not just the freedom from the suffocating grasp of your captor Illumi, but being able to see the world. You would never have done this if not for the situation you were in. Maybe things happen for a reason.

It feels like forever since you’ve been travelling. But the reality is that it’s only been two years. Two long years of not stopping. You have a new name and often go days without eating. It’s not easy getting money when you aren’t in the same area for long. 

It was late night when you escaped from him. He never let his guard down so you just had to go for it. He wasn’t expecting you to make a mad dash out of the manor, and hide out in the woods for a few days. Slowly but surely you managed to get out of the mountain prison, leaving through the small door next to the office. The man working at the entrance was sipping tea and reading the newspaper when you left much too busy to pay attention to you. You’re more than sure he was punished for missing you leaving. But sometimes you wonder if he chose to ignore you on purpose, and let you escape. 

It’s a beautiful morning. You slept on a few blankets and a sweatshirt as a pillow on the ground of a cave. It was hard to get any sleep at first but you managed to get used to the back pain. The sun is shining through the canopy, streams of light illuminating the cave. The grass outside of the cave is wet with dew droplets. It’s only slightly humid but the breeze with the warm weather is heavenly. It’s not every day you get good weather like this. 

You sit up and stretch your arms in the air, yawning tiredly. Your usual morning routine was to get a fire started, and put the tiny kettle above it. In your small backpack you have a few essential items. Coffee being one of them. You get out your tin can after jimmying a fire and filling the kettle with water from a nearby stream. You drop some instant coffee grounds in the kettle and bask in the aroma of coffee. 

You pour yourself a cup and put some powdered milk packets and splenda in the cup, stirring it with a stick that looked relatively... clean. But you had a feeling that today was the day. You weren’t sure why this morning you knew he would find you. But you did. Almost on cue, you hear footsteps approach behind you.

You bring the tin cup to your lips, taking a long sip of the hot coffee. 

“So this is where you’ve been.” You don’t even flinch at his words. You knew this was inevitable. 

The coffee burns your tongue. “Yes, I must have stayed here for a day too long. Don’t you agree Illumi?”

“Yes. It was quite stupid.” There’s a silence between the two of you. You continue sitting on the ground with your back facing him. “Are you ready to leave?” He asks as if he’s picking you up from and elementary sleep over. 

“May I finish my coffee first?” 

“I suppose.” Though he doesn’t move from his spot, his gaze staying firm on your back.

Luckily you haven’t spent all this time just running, but training. In self defense to be specific.

Quickly you jump up and turn around, you move your arm to throw the coffee on him in hopes of burning him. He grabs your wrist, but the coffee does land on his forearm. You bring your leg up to kick him in the side but he grabs it right as you make contact. The only hit you actually manage to land is when you throw a punch with your free hand at his throat. If it were anyone else they would be stunned for at least a few seconds. But this wasn’t anyone. He shows no sign of flinching. 

“Are you ready now?” He asks.

You allow your body to relax and he lets go of your limbs. “Go ahead, put a needle in me.”

He doesn’t argue with your point, pressing a needle to your chest and the last thing you hear is “Don’t fight it.”

Chrollo

The very thought that all of these people by his side had no qualms about you being kidnapped makes you sick. All of them had many chances to set you free and yet they stayed loyal to your captor, as if this were normal and okay. So many people witnessing this unhealthy obsession and not even muttering a word about it. Honestly you find it more ridiculous than you do sad. How did he have all these people under his thumb? Was he really just that powerful? 

Wherever he went, you went. One day he had what they called, ‘a mission.” You had caught a cargo train out west and jumped on, as stowaways. It’s not as if anyone checked each boxcar. All of you had fallen asleep in the small space of the boxcar. The train was at full speed, with no sign of stopping anytime soon. Cargo trains were much faster than you anticipated. Once you were sure everyone was asleep, you stood up casually as if you were just stretching. In case someone woke up. Which they did. Nobunaga peeled his eyes open and examined you. But he was too slow, you leaped out of the car before anyone could grab you. You went tumbling through a field after hitting your head very hard against the ground. It wasn’t the perfect escape but it was an escape.

After that you found a nearby farm, and while it was still night you stole a horse from a barn. You rode for many miles, until days later you found a very busy city. Somehow you managed to make a life for yourself, becoming a low grade secretary. 

Today was a slow day, your employer did not have many clients today. You checked in on your boss to see if she needed anything but she waved you away. You decided to play solitaire on the computer, a perfectly valid way to waste time. 

The phone rings and you pick it up while still keeping one hand on the mouse to play solitaire. 

“Hello this is the Seedling Lawyer’s Office. How may I help you?” You stick the phone between your ear and shoulder, playing solitaire. 

There’s a chuckle from the other side of the phone. “So it is you.”

Your blood runs cold, and the only thing that your head is telling you is ‘run’. “I’m not sure who this is, could you please state your name and purpose for calling?” Playing dumb seems like the only decision right now. 

“My darling, there’s no need for the semantics. I’m coming to pick you up right now.” Perfectly on cue, the sliding doors of the building open and you drop the phone, standing up abruptly. 

His eyes show affection and kindness, but there’s a glimmer of... rage. You look around but no one is in the waiting room and you know the cameras are fake for security. This is a cheap layer’s business after all. 

“There’s no need for the semantics Chrollo.” You try to say mockingly but it comes out more as fearful and unsure.

His smile drops and he begins walking towards your desk. “Do you understand the consequences of your actions y/n?” He scoffs kicks the heavy desk to the side as if it weighed nothing. “I missed you of course.” 

“Ah well, maybe I needed a break.” It comes out as a question. 

He corners you against the wall and places a rough hand on your cheek. “Oh darling, oh my sweet darling.” His smile reappears, as sweet as it always has been. “I’m going to kill your entire family.” His hand grips the side of your face roughly and he tilts your head back. 

“You really are something. I would never hurt you, you know.” He places a gentle kiss against your cheek despite his tight grip on the side of your head. “But that doesn’t mean there aren’t consequences for what you’ve done.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat and grab his wrist. “Well you’re hurting me right now.” 

Immediately he drops his hand and sighs. “I would never hurt you intentionally, or if not necessary.” He grabs your throat, holding it so tightly you wonder if you’ll ever be able to talk again. He’s crushing your air ways and vocal cords. You claw at his wrist but its useless. “Disciplining you does not count as hurting you.” He leans forward, and if you could yelp you would.

He bites your cheek, definitely leaving a mark. After drawing blood, he licks it up. Your vision is going dark but you’re simply not strong enough to fight back. “Do you understand darling?”

[kiame-sama]

28 Years (5th Pregnancy)- Yandere!Silva x Reader

Warnings; yandere relationship, yandere tendencies, yandere behavior, yandere, mention of past trauma, pregnancy, c-section, more arguing, vasectomy, Zeno is so done with his son's bullshit

"No. We are not doing this again. I won't allow it!" "Hey, I told you how to fix this from ever happening again." "I did use protection. It clearly didn't work." "I didn't say 'use protection' did I? I said you should get a vasectomy since it's clear that regular protection and emergency medication doesn't work!" "I shouldn't have to-"

"ENOUGH!"

You and Silva fell silent at the firm and loud command from Zeno, looking over at the frustrated elder assassin. He happened to be holding young Alluka in his arms while the infant whined and cried from all the noise, compelling you to take the young child and set to comforting the infant. Alluka quickly quieted once in your grasp and allowed you to return your attention to the matter at hand, the new heartbeat that originated from within you.

You had been trying to avoid a third pregnancy given your prior back-to-back pregnancies and your already fragile health, yet here you were with another infant growing within you. You assumed something like this would happen, given your past attempts with contraceptives and how little they actually worked. Naturally, you suggested Silva have a vasectomy as it was not only a surefire way, but also a reversible surgery.

Originally, you suggested getting your tubes tied despite the danger that came with it but Silva quickly shot down the idea with his usual explanation of not wanting to lose you. Silva knew somewhere in him that the typical contraceptives wouldn't work, given the fact that he had used several similar methods to trigger a termination of prior pregnancies you were unaware of. He had hoped in some way that your body hadn't built up a resistance to them, but he also knew it was going to happen eventually.

He did plan on undergoing a vasectomy when you had first suggested it, but he quickly forgot about it in favor of getting to finally fuck you senseless now that your body had somewhat recovered after your most recent pregnancy. He had just been so relieved you were able to be brought back from your cardiac arrest following his mistake of once again taking your child away, and couldn't help himself from indulging in his favorite pass-time; fucking you. It was clear to everyone how addicted Silva was to you, in the way he would always return to your side after a job, how he would guard you jealously from anyone other than himself.

He was so whipped for you.

But now, you had a serious choice to make for your future and the future of the life already growing within you. It wasn't hard to guess what Silva wants to have happen, and some part of you agreed after enduring all that you had. Yet... You still felt that maternal connection already forming, wanting to protect all of your children from Silva, even the new child within you that had yet to take even a first breath.

"You're not keeping it." "Yes, I am." "No. I won't tolerate this again!" "Good thing you aren't the one who has to tolerate it. Last time I checked, its my body that goes through all the strain and effort of pregnancy, not your’s." "Are you doing this just to hurt yourself? To try and exhaust your body to the point of death?" "... Again, last time I checked, I wasn't the cause of my heart stopping." "..."

Silva stood silently, passive expression on his face as he wrestled with his own mind over the matter at hand. On one side, you were right; he was the reason he almost lost you, he's been the reason every single time. Even if it was complications during birth, it was still his fault entirely for getting you pregnant in the first place. On the other, he knew the immense toll another pregnancy will have on your body and the chances of you dying during birth increased with each one. The odds were not good.

It was then Silva spoke, his voice gentle and not at all like what you were expecting him to growl out with. It was the voice you scarcely heard on those far and few between days Silva would be truly gentle in every way, usually reserved for when he decided to honestly apologize to you for something. He was proud and cold, but there were those moments when that pride was set aside, when he would actually explain how he felt instead of leaving it at short sentences that never offered answers.

"(Y/n), don't do this again. Don't stubbornly hold on to this one. I know you already love it, as you love all of our children, and you will always fight for their safety no matter what, but for once you need to let me win. Let it go." "... If I say 'no', will you take it from me anyway?" "(Y/n)..." "Are you going to take my baby away from me again, Silva?" "..."

A soft sigh left Silva's lips as he frowned, knowing you were going to win the argument regardless of what he said or did. He knew he owed you more than he could give and there was no way he would force you to give the child up. If you truly wanted to keep it, he wouldn't be able to convince you otherwise. Still didn't mean he had to like it.

"There is no sense in saying the obvious or telling you the risks you run having another baby so soon after your two prior pregnancies." "I know..."

Zeno hummed in a contemplative way, knowing Silva would refuse to go out on a job while you are pregnant and he had already refused to leave the Zoldyck estate in favor of keeping an eye on you. Given how intensely and fiercely he protected you, Zeno knew the immense toll the pregnancies have taken on Silva as well as you. But no one in the family wanted a repeat of the events that took place after Silva had taken Alluka away from you without telling you.

It was going to be a long eight months.

~~~~Four Months~~~~

"You need to sleep, (y/n)." "But what if something happens?" "Nothing is going to happen." "You don't know that..."

Silva frowned as he watched you pace in front of the couch in your shared rooms, chewing on your lip as you cradled your youngest in your arms. The child had already fallen asleep in your arms an hour ago, yet you still held on securely and refused to set your baby down for even a moment. Silva had seen the way you reacted to Illumi being taken and the subsequent over protective behavior you showed once you got him back in your arms.

Your behavior now was similar to how you behaved then, refusing to let your infant out of your sight to the point of impacting your health negatively. Silva knew you were reacting the way you were because of how he had managed to take Alluka from you in the first place. He had taken Alluka while you were sleeping even though you slept with the infant swaddled in a pile of blankets in your arms, so now you refused to sleep in fear Alluka would disappear from your arms once again.

Now he had to face the lasting consequences of his actions in the form of soothing you to the point of trusting him once more. It was going to take a while, however, as Silva had broken your already fragile trust yet again by stealing away your newborn, so it was unlikely he would be able to get you to trust him completely any time soon. Instead of the trust he once had, he had to watch you slip away into anxiety driven behavior due to his careless and selfish behavior.

It was driving him mad to watch you slip into such frenzied behavior, especially given the fact that you were enduring your third pregnancy in a row. Not only did you need sleep now more than ever, but you also had been refusing food in favor of feeding Alluka instead. It infuriated Silva to no end, as he had no choice but to let your anxious behavior play out until you calmed down once more. He wasn't going to chance doing anything that may be upsetting to you, but that also meant he wasn't going to force you to rest no matter how much he wanted to.

"At least sit down, (y/n)." "With you? No. No, not again." "I swear to you, I won't take-" "You've said that before, and it didn't stop you from taking Alluka away from me." "I'm aware I made a mistake, but I assure you-" "No."

It was going to be a long four months until you gave birth again and potentially trusted him once more.

~~~~Six Months~~~~

You hummed as you looked down at where your darling Alluka slept, curled up and held securely in the arms of Illumi. Silva had reached a breaking point when it came to your anxious and stressed behavior, deciding to allow Illumi to be by your side consistently so you would finally relax and get some much needed sleep. The presence of your eldest nearby did wonders to soothe you, trusting in your son to take care of his little sibling and keep Silva from stealing the infant away.

Though Silva disliked the fact that he had to share your attention and affection with his eldest son, the alternative was far worse in his opinion. You had gotten to the point of rarely sleeping so you could ensure Silva could not steal your baby away, draining yourself immensely in the process to the point you were not only rapidly losing weight, but you were becoming far less coordinated by the day. When enough was enough, he consulted his father on what his next step should be and the answer was obvious; let Illumi help take care of your wellbeing.

Your eldest practically jumped at the chance to spend unlimited amounts of time with you, not even perturbed by the fact that he had to take care of his youngest sibling. An extra cot was added into the bedroom, allowing Illumi to be present for around the clock assistance in child-care and to give you the added comfort of having your most trusted son nearby. You ensured to teach him how to properly hold an infant and how to soothe Alluka's fussing relatively quickly, only strengthening your motherly bond with Illumi by allowing you to put full faith in him with Alluka's well-being.

For once, Silva's plan worked like a charm. Not only did you finally start catching up on the rest you needed, you began to eat your meals with Illumi and therefore began to eat regularly once more. Along with your physical health, your mental health began to improve as well. You started smiling and talking more, resting with surprising ease in the arms of the very man you refused to so much as blink around only weeks prior.

Thanks to your teachings, Illumi was a rather brilliant nanny in your stead. Alluka would hardly make a peep when held in the comforting arms of Illumi and similarly, Illumi would make little to no noise while caring for his sibling. Even if he had more responsibilities with taking care of Alluka, Illumi wouldn't trade that time for anything in the world. He could spend time with you, talk with you, relax in your maternal love and affection.

Truly it was a win for all three of you. Alluka was always cared for. Illumi was finally able to spend more time with you. You were able to relax for the first time in who knows how long. Even Silva had relatively few losses, given how much more affectionate you were with him now you knew your infant was safe.

~~~~Eight Months~~~~

Silva paced outside of the delivery room, looking up almost every minute to check the time before resuming his endless pacing. He was much like a caged lion or bear, pacing just to pass the time and to do something other than sit still. He certainly was far more dangerous than any of those animals combined, only serving to add a rather pointed reminder to any doctor of what their fate would be should they fail.

But that was the whole purpose of this endeavor, to ensure nothing failed. Surely nothing could have gone wrong with all the precautions that were put into place.

Surely.

Either way, the long time it was taking only served to make Silva more anxious and his presence all the more intimidating. It in truth had only been a few hours since you went under so the doctors could perform a c-section to safely deliver what would be your fifth child. After the close calls with both Killua and Alluka as well as the fact this was your third back-to-back pregnancy, Silva wanted to take no chances with your life.

A c-section was how Killua and Alluka ultimately had to be delivered despite the fact you were able to have a 'typical' birth with Illumi and Milluki, so naturally it would only make sense for your fifth child to be delivered via c-section. It didn't sit well with Silva, however. Nothing would sit well with him until you were safely out of surgery and in his arms.

But what was taking so damn long?

"For fuck's sake, Silva, sit down. Pacing doesn't make it go faster and intimidating the doctors will only make it more likely for them to mess up." "Their lives are forfeit if they so much as make a single mistake." "And they know this. They've known this. All you're doing is adding another element no one wants to deal with."

Despite his father's chiding words, Silva continued to pace and glare at nothing in particular. Where it always seemed as if the man had a scowl on his face, it seemed ten times worse given he was actually scowling. The moment the door opened, Silva was pushing past the frightened doctor and into the room where his wife lay motionless.

For a moment, Silva felt an honest pang of fear in his chest when he saw you were not awake, the ever present beep of the EKG soothed him to know you were still alive and merely unconscious. The doctors all scattered like frightened rats, scurrying away from the intimidating mountain of a man who silently pulled up a chair, sitting by your side and refusing to take his eyes off of you.

Zeno, Maha, Milluki, and Illumi entered the room in a much calmer manner as they also came to stand around you. Alluka had been moved into Zeno's care given the impending delivery of the new addition to the family, and Illumi stood ready to receive the newborn and care for it while you recovered. Everyone had been preparing for the newborn in their own way, from the butlers ensuring the utmost safety to Zeno taking over Alluka's care, it seemed everything was finally prepared for and taken into account.

Meanwhile, in the past month, Silva had finally undergone a vasectomy so there would be no further chance of yet another pregnancy threatening your future with him. It was possible that it could be reversed and so it was the only surefire way no unexpected pregnancy would happen again. Where Silva felt he would have no reason to reverse the change since he already had five children, the option was always still available should something ever come up.

Perhaps finally there could be peace in the house. At least, peaceful enough no sudden pregnancy could threaten your life. Now all that needed to happen was getting the new infant out before Silva could finally have you all to himself once again.

He could wait. He could wait as long as he needed to. Because in the end, you would always be his.

[shirophantomvox]

How Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo would react to their S/O in the hospital

Hi, anon! You are welcome to join my Discord Server if you are a fan of Hxh, Voltron, or both! I promise this is a safe environment! This is an interesting topic for sure! To the other anon(s), I am working on your request! This will contain both fluff and angst. I forgot to include Leorio in this, so I’ll include him in the next HxH post. You’ll have to forgive me, I have 2 more requests in my inbox and I am not feeling the best. I just got my second Covid shot and it is hurting like hell. Nevertheless, I encourage you all to get your shot if you can. I will be on this site one and off and I should be on it for real next week. I have run out of ideas to write and I began to think I was annoying people with my HxH content (no one said this I just assumed). This post has 1974 words. After these requests are finished, I plan on doing a character analysis for Leorio.

Anyway, let’s get into the post!

We’ll start with Hisoka this time.

Hisoka

In all honesty, this man has heard of a hospital (since he sends a lot of people to it after fights) but has never been in one.

The signs, floors, staircase numbers, and elevators all confuse him. He has only been in one once when he was a kid and has never been again.

He isn’t a social butterfly in this setting because this is a professional establishment and not a college party. Asking for directions takes quite a toll on him because of his established pride. You know guys act when they want to find a destination on their own and will go miles out of the way instead of just asking for direction.

He doesn’t talk to anyone; all he wants to do is find you and make sure you are alright.

He is the tallest person in the freight elevator. So tall that everyone at turns to look at him at once for at least 10 seconds and turn back around surprised.

“How tall is he,” one of the nurses ask.

“Tall enough to be my house!”

This annoys him. He takes out the Joker card and lays it against his thigh but realizes he cannot make any hasty decisions. His bloodlust was activated merely out of irritation and not by threat. You were on his mind and destroying these worthless humans wasn’t an option for today.

He approached the guest desk and waited for about 2 minutes before he was acknowledged.

“May I help you,” a smug receptionist asked. Wow, these people do not know who they’re talking to.

“I’m here to see y/n.”

“Y/n is in room 345. Go down the hall and to the right all the way down.”

This man nearly ran with a quickness! His jester shoes somehow made the floor shake as he ran.

You were awake, eating the horrible food the hospital provided and watching TV. It seemed like you were doing ok, but you had just been in a car accident. Your arms and right leg were still sore. It was so bad that you’d be fine with Hisoka carrying you everywhere.

When you two are alone in serious public places, he doesn’t play games or tricks. He is often portrayed as a ruthless man, but in settings like this, he places the jokes and games aside for later. When he enters your room, he is silent for 30 seconds. Much too long. He was shocked; he walked around your hospital bed, pulled up a chair, and stared at your cast. It had many names written on it.

“Yes, I am ok.”

“I apologize for not being there for you,” he began to say.

“Shh… it’s ok. This is life. It hurts like hell, but I’m a trooper!”

Admiring your cast and its multiple fonts of handwriting and messages, he grabbed a sharpie marker, wrote his name, with a heart and spade next to it. Surprisingly, his cursive was very neat and legible.

“I didn’t know you knew how to write in cursive! Why don’t you write me letters?”

“I see you every day and it hurts my hand.”

The doctor wouldn’t be in for another 1 ½ hours, so Hisoka used your thigh as a pillow as he took a nap. He had been up for countless nights thinking about you. He was screwing up so bad, Chrollo let him leave early.

“As soon as your better, we will fight again. I won’t go easy on you. You won’t be in the hospital but you get the jest.”

Illumi

Illumi isn’t the type of man to overreact in these types of situations. When you both agreed to date each other, you knew you all were tough cookies. You were aware of the dangers of dating an assassin and he knew about the dangers of dating a bounty hunter. People hated you both and you targeted.

One night you both were caught in a vulnerable state. While you both enjoyed chocolate milkshakes at a laid-back 1950’s styled diner, two men were previously thrown out for fighting. While your back was turned one of those men shot your arm, causing you to carelessly throw your body to the ground due to impact.

While everyone else was screaming, Illumi jumped to the ground and tied his hair tie around your arm to temporarily stop the bleeding.

“Illu, why does it feel cold in here,” you managed to breathe out.

His heart dropped to his stomach for the first time in history.

“Don’t say things like that!”

Illumi is already horrible at displaying emotions, but all he could do is frown in fear. Once the EMS came barling in, he demanded that he ride with you.

Illumi hadn’t experienced anything like this since Killua had been injured when he fell from a tree.

You and he were separated when you were rushed into surgery leaving him alone in the waiting room.

When Illumi is stressed and cannot properly display how he feels, he tends to act in “odd” ways.

He begins to furiously turn pages in magazines or bother the receptions every 2 minutes about the status of your surgery. When the woman finally says that you’re still alive, he tones it down a little.

Illumi is open to conforming advice from strangers; he has been receiving it secretly from strangers. Since Silva was busy abusing him, he often found comfort from “the streets”.

He has a bad habit of pacing back and forth and fidgeting in his seat while horrific images fill his mind. All he has seen is pain and even though he was used to it, he didn’t want you to go through it as well.

While sitting in his seat (finally!) and head in his lap, doubled over indescribable sorrow, a little girl walks up to him with her hands folded and a doll under her arms. Illumi feels her presence and looks up. The girl’s curly hair covered her endearing eyes and her smile is wide.

“They’ll be alright. I just know they will,” turning around returning to her mother, the girl said with confidence.

On cue, Illumi placed his hand over his heart, smiling just a little.

He walked quickly to your room once you were out of surgery.

His speed walk mimics one of a soldier; his left arm in since with his right leg. His shoes echoed throughout the hall.

As soon as he enters the room, he shuts the door harder than usual and gives you a tight embrace. This surprises you! You’re lucky if he lays his head on your shoulder!

Illumi had been working out lately. He wanted to beat you in the “squish the melon” contest. He is very competitive and even if he lost, that doesn’t hurt his ego. Not in the slightest. Since it was just the both of you alone, he bends down to hug you tight, so tight that your face is squished against his.

This behavior is only surprising because he usually doesn’t coddle you even when you get hurt, but this time he realized that you could have died from the gunshot wound.

After that he kissed your forehead and almost simultaneously the doctor barreled in just missing the sweet moment between you and your beau.

Chrollo

When Chrollo is holding meetings with the Phantom Troupe, he always appears to be neutral. That is very important. A leader has to show strength even through the worst/hurtful times of their lives.

Chrollo had gotten a call from Nobunaga that you had gotten hurt on a mission and had actually gotten captured by the enemy. Phinks was able to get you back but you suffered horrible injuries.

This is protocol; they do this for any of the members. The troupe was oblivious to the fact that you and Chrollo were dating. They thought you were here to replace Uvo.

In situations like this, he is calm on the outside but screaming on the inside. Common sense will tell you if you are startled by the news you’ve just received and you begin to drive, you could cause more harm on the way to your destination.

Chrollo is very silent; he doesn’t call to check on your status or anything; he would rather see it for himself.

You were a trooper! After all, you are dating a dangerous robber.

Chrollo already knew what room you were in so he just went.

“I knew I should have kept y/n by my side. Y/n insisted on doing my dirty work that they almost died! How foolish could I have been?” He constantly cursed himself for letting his guard down with you.

He always gave you room to think and complete your own tasks but he can’t help his protective nature; one he has for the troupe but times 10.

His childhood friends had been shot by law enforcers, his home was horrific, and the last thing he needed was for you to be gone. You were keeping him afloat in society.

When he opened the door, Phinks was sitting in a chair, one leg over the other, laughing at a TikTok video.

Nobunaga on the other hand was watching the world news and seemed invested that he didn’t hear Chrollo enter the room. Once they both saw, they stood to their feet.

“Y/n is ok boss. They suffered a few cuts and burns, but they're breathing.”

Chrollo’s straight face remained as he stared at you.

Chrollo’s silence is something the troupe has internalized as a sign of anger, rage, or both. When he didn’t speak and just stared, everyone knew that their next mission was going to be a brutal one.

Chrollo is a man that isn’t afraid to express how he feels. He could cry right now if he wanted to and no one would dare laugh at him or insult him. After all, Nobunaga cried when he realized Uvo was dead.

Nobunaga and Phinks excused themselves as they saw him place his hand over his mouth.

Once the door closed, He pulled up the chair, grabbed your hand, and gently squeezed it. His warmth woke you up instantly and you turned your head. You winced in pain causing Chrollo to jump from his seat, moving to your right side so you wouldn’t turn your head too much.

“I’m glad you're alive, darling. What were you doing putting yourself in danger? Feitan could have handled the beast!”

He isn’t trying to doubt your ability to fight, he’s just concerned for your safety. Even so, why would he insist that you join the spiders?

A tear dropped from his face as he silently kissed your hand three times. You smiled warmly and placed your right left hand on top of his.

“I am fine, boss. You need not worry. I’m a trooper, remember?”

He placed your hand against his dry cheek and continued to kiss it. You were his lifeline and he wanted to spend every moment with you.

[ask-hunterxhunter]

Helloo royal Guards as yandere please

But without the presence of Meruem because I find it difficult for them to fall in love with Reader while serving the King.

Mmmh, Neferpitou with a Reader male because my headcanon is that she is a infertile female uhhh I dont know how to explain it but I think that in the ant castes there are infertile females that are workers

Yeah, as far as I know, that's how it is with ants... I'm not an expert, but I think the female workers are infertile and care for the queen. Their development depends on how much food they receive when they're larvae. If there is abundance, some larvae will be "princess ants" (fertile and will leave the colony to start their own once the time is right).

Hmm... The Chimera Ants, however, seem to work quite different. Besides the whole "Ant Giving Birth to an Anthro Lion" and what not, they didn't end up starving once the queen died (which I read happens because there are no more larvae and the ants need them to properly feed) and many of them left to try starting colonies of their own (even some of the males seemed to want that, not just females like Zanzan)...

Perhaps this is more like some species of wasp? I've read that the queen produces a pheromone that keeps the others infertile. Once she dies, they battle for dominance in order to become the next queen. With the Chimera, however, they left for new territories rather than stay and fight...

...

Is there an entomologist in the house?

Neferpitou

The royal guards, regardless of Meruem’s presence, are not exactly easy to deal with even in their normal state (and I don’t think this is simply because they are not humans). Take them to Yandere level and, well, let’s just say it is not a pretty picture…

Pitou is not someone whose interest is easily aroused (she is the kind that “knows several people but regards only a few of them as her actual friends”) and, in a sense, the opposite is also true: It’s not easy to lose such interest, either. With her in Yandere-mode, well, it’s basically impossible. Once you’ve realized what is going, taking the usual measures to try dealing with it (such as moving, contacting the police, so on), don’t waste any time hoping she will “move on” or “change targets” as some stalkers do. It's not in her nature (both due to her personality and instincts).

Not that you would certainly realize what is going on right away. It would depend on her mood and how she decides to deal with her feelings (and she can’t change this decision): She may just go for the straight, extreme actions or keep a convincing facade of normality for a while… Regardless of whether this “normality” is you trying to kill each other or being friends (or she at least living in peace among humans)...

In the “enemies” case, Pitou would not spend days brooding about having fallen for an enemy and trying to get rid of those feelings. She would just shrug the situation off and start to debate whether it’s best to kidnap you right away or try to court you. If she’s working with other Ants for whatever reason or they just happen to be in the area, she would make sure everyone knows you are not to be hurt (and may God have mercy on whoever doesn’t listen). Her attacks would still be convincing from your point of view while being harmless playing in Pitou’s mind. After all, she lets you escape with no injures!

The “convincing facade” is more regarding how deep (and unsettling) her feelings are. In both scenarios, she would confess soon and, being what/how she is, likely act on it. No matter how much you explain you’re not interested or what arguments you use, Pitou would just wave her tail, perhaps ask what you mean exactly in that “innocently curious” tone of hers and… Completely ignore what you just said.

Well, okay, maybe you need to remember she isn’t completely human, so you can’t demand that she behaves like one, right?

Oh, boy, are you making a mistake… Not being human doesn’t mean that Pitou doesn’t understand that there are limits.

She understands.

She just couldn’t care less.

Remember when she probed Pokkles’ brain with him still alive? When Gon and Killua saw her for the first time? This is nothing next to how she can be when she’s obsessed with you.

I mentioned she would act on her feelings, right? Here’s another thing: She is also likely to do so in the manner of an animal trying to attract a particular mate. And because we’re talking Yandere-mode, I don’t mean the “bird dancing” or “penguin offering a pebble”. Not even the “cat giving you a dead prey”…

If you’re friends/she’s living in the human society, there would be some restraint at first, to the point her insistence would seem innocent… Then she would either grow impatient and kidnap you, or things would escalate, giving you hints to the darkness of her feelings until you’re forced to accept that this friend is a threat to you. Maybe after returning home, you find a note in your bed in which Pitou wrote that she loves how soft your bed is, how your home’s security is lacking… And, by the way, that person seems to have a crush on you… Hmm… Should she break their hands or their legs? The playful tone of the note only makes it darker.

Somehow you know she is not kidding.

If you’re enemies, well, she has no reason to restrain herself from the start. Her interactions with you would become far darker even if she miiight not kidnap you right away (for whatever reason) especially since she wouldn’t waste time playing by human rules. Pitou would find a way to make a claim (pinning you down, rubbing herself against you like a cat, and even leaving a love bite/hickey on your neck are very much on the table) or say it loud and clear in battle when there are other humans around. This isn’t just for the other humans, but for you as well: You’re hers, now. There is no room for discussion.

Also, in this scenario, it’s not impossible that Pitou’s “love” started with her deciding to make you her pet. Collar and all.

It should be said that Pitou is a cat in almost every sense, so the tendency to “play with her food” is very much present... Yes, she sees you as a “mate” rather than “prey”, but your attempts to avoid/hide from her consist of an opportunity that is far too good to miss! You change address and, after a few days, start to relax… Only for her to leave a new “present” at your door! It’s both funny and cute how you thought something so simple would keep her away! Awww, you’re so adorable!

Again, it’s true that some of her actions (such as this) have no malice whatsoever behind them, but I repeat, don’t let yourself be fooled: She is very much aware that what she is doing is creepy and wrong and why. I’m repeating this because Pitou can be as charming and cute as a cat… And as devious and sadistic as any human.

While some yanderes give you time (perhaps hoping you’ll eventually come around or because chasing you is so much fun), Pitou is among those who won’t take long before deciding to “take you home”.

Pitou loves having you all to herself and will be very affectionate, especially when it’s just the two of you. Maybe this sounds a little cute on principle? Yeah, trust me, it is not. It’s terrifying! Even when you reject her and she caresses your head saying you’re cute, you can see the insanity in her eyes, mixed with a sick infatuation.

It doesn’t help that, at times, her being “affectionate” involves brushing your hair, cuddling and even bathing together. Not only this invasion of space can already be uncomfortable, something about how Pitou does it makes you feel too much like a pet, especially when she talks about how much she loves you, how lovely you are, and how she is never going to let you go. In this situation, and the way she speaks, those words make you feel cold.

You should have realized by now that there is no reasoning with her and this isn’t because she is not human. Pitou is likely to twist your arguments or make points that would frankly make you think she learned from Illumi or Hisoka (and she only does that because she thinks it’s funny, anyway).

As for Pitou, well, she can’t say she is happy that you’re uncomfortable, but she believes it’s just temporary and you’ll get used to your new life… Hey, humans capture animals all the time to put them in zoos or circus. She isn’t that bad in comparison, now, is she?

She’s easily the kind of yandere that responds to pleas for freedom by caressing your head and saying you’re cute. How could she possibly let you go? You’d run away! Besides, she can keep you well-fed and protected. You say such silly things, love!

That’s not to say Pitou doesn’t have a limit to how much rejection she can take or her patience. And this is a line you don’t want to cross. It’s hard to say if Pitou would get to the point of physical punishment, but this doesn’t mean she wouldn’t make use of other means.

Menthuthyoupi.

It’s not easy to catch the attention of any of the Royal Trio, each for their own reasons. In Youpi’s case, it’s partially because he doesn’t have any human DNA on him, so despite being able to communicate and all, he doesn’t usually pay that much attention to people. It’s almost like he’s an alien (or we are, in his view). Even in a scenario when he is living in peace with humans, he doesn’t have exactly a clear opinion about them. They just exist. Maybe a few of them are okay enough, but that’s it… And in a scenario when he is still fighting them, well, they are the enemy. It’s pretty simple.

Youpi is direct, both in personality and as a Chimera Ant (in that he follows his instincts without hesitation). As such, like Pitou, he wouldn’t avoid his feelings once he comes to understand them. It’s a little strange, yes, but he accepts the fact that he loves you and that’s it. That said, Youpi would be initially confused (especially if you’re an enemy. How on Earth did he develop this sort of feeling for someone he’s supposed to kill?), and he wouldn’t make a move until he is sure of what he is feeling and what he wants.

Sadly, because this isn’t him in a healthy state of mind, this doesn’t mean anything good for you. This isn’t a shy monster-boy finding a human he considers special. This isn’t even “enemies falling in love” or “dark romance”. This is an “already dangerous individual” developing an equally dangerous obsession.

At first, Youpi starts to stalk you (if you’re his enemy/if you’ve never spoken before) or try to find excuses to spend more time with you (if you’re on friendly terms) in this attempt to understand exactly what is going on with himself. During this time, his feelings for you become stronger along with his desire to know everything about you. He’s curious. He’s fascinated. He wants to see you more often. He wants to talk with you… He just wants to be near you…

It’s pretty disturbing because, despite his size, Youpi will find the means to stalk you without anyone realizing it, just like an animal hunting. You may notice a shadow here and now, feel a chill up your spine, but it won’t be enough to make the danger clear enough. If you two are enemies, there are chances you’ll realize that there is something is wrong, as he either avoids fighting you (no issues with anyone else, though) or that he doesn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt you as much as before… Despite this, you’ll never, ever imagine he is in love with you.

Well, disturbing as it may be, it sounds almost as harmless as he can be in this scenario, right?

Not the case. You can’t forget how obsession grows, how it affects a person, and that it gets to the point when merely stalking isn’t enough. There is no such thing as a harmless yandere/stalker. So even if Youpi, at first, is satisfied with merely watching you from afar and making sure you aren’t hurt, it starts to not be enough. He sees you with your friends, smiling at them, hugging them, laughing… And he starts to imagine how it would be to have you doing these things with him, to be the one who makes you smile, to be the one holding you… And he realizes he wants it.

He loves you. He wants you.

And there is no reason to not act on those feelings.

Regardless of the circumstances between you, he seems to take the rejection well (if you manage to control the shock, act calmly and explain your reasons for it). At first, he thinks about your points and may even understand them… Only to find out that he doesn’t care. He can’t forget you. He can’t let go of you… And honestly, he doesn’t really want to. That you don’t feel the same now doesn’t matter. Don’t some couples start not feeling the same for each other, only for those feelings to change later?

In the case of “peaceful existence”, it might be easier to get a glimpse of his instability than with the Neferpitou, but it doesn’t make much of a difference. Even the precautions people normally take in those situations would only work for a certain time… The myth of the animal that “will pursue its prey to the ends of the Earth once it has its scent” is true when it comes down to Youpi (literally even).

Now, while Youpi is less likely to resort to kidnapping (at least right away), he would still find ways to inject himself into your life, so even then, you can’t say you’re free. He may not go straight to threatening your loved ones (and it’s hard to predict if he would follow with it), but there are many other tactics that he could and would use.

And being less likely to kidnap you doesn’t mean he wouldn’t if he didn’t decide it is the better course of action. After all, no matter how strong you prove yourself to be, it doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It doesn’t mean you can’t be hurt. If he keeps you, he can’t make sure you’re safe.

Either way, there is no way to be free of him.

If he kidnapped you, Youpi wouldn’t go so far as to place you in an actual cage or chain you up, but he would find means to make sure you can’t leave.

He is easily the most patient of the trio, including with your rejections and attempts to escape. It doesn’t please him and nothing can convince him to let you go, but at least Youpi doesn’t get angry, condescending, or twist things around. In fact, it gets to the point when you can lose control and try hitting him that he wouldn’t even raise his voice. He would just hold your wrists (carefully) and try to calm you down…

Now, just because he isn’t human, it doesn’t mean Youpi is unable to understand that what he is doing is wrong and why you’re so unhappy. Hey, animals also don’t like to be taken from the place they consider their home like that. He can relate, he can understand. But his obsession is too great for him to let you go and, instead, he hopes that you’ll adapt with time.

Not having human genes and understanding even less about humans than Pitou and Pouf, in his desire to make you comfortable (and make you accept him), Youpi would likely try to learn what he can about humans (probably even asking for Pitou’s help).

For Youpi, your presence alone makes him feel good. While he wouldn’t force you into things that make you uncomfortable or excessively invade your personal space the way Pitou might, there would still be times when Youpi would want to show you some affection. Chances are, he would enjoy holding you close (especially because, next to him, you feel so small and cute) and nuzzling you, which is not only a common expression of affection among animals, but it also gives him an extra opportunity to enjoy your scent.

Youpi might be less cruel than most of yanderes, but this doesn’t mean much. At the end of the day, whether he has kidnapped you or not, the situation is still essentially the same. You’re being hurt either way…

Shaiapouf.

Even in his normal state of mind, for all his apparent calmness and self-control, it’s been showed several times that Pouf can be actually quite intense with his emotions, to the point they cloud his thoughts (and that’s a polite way to say it). Well, multiply that by a thousand and you’ll only scratch the surface of how he becomes as a Yandere.

Even if, by some miracle, this is a scenario where Pouf lives peacefully with humans it doesn’t mean he likes them. It’s more that he “tolerates” and “accepts” their existence as an unpleasant fact and it’s very much unlikely he would have human friends (he would probably find a way to live with comfort and luxury while having as little contact as possible with them). In a sense, you can compare him to some yokais in Inuyasha… He doesn’t go out of his way to antagonize humans (and risk a fight), but he sure as hell doesn’t care for them.

Until you, that is.

Pouf will never be able to say when his feelings for you started to grow and it will take a long time for him to understand them. By the time this happens, well, he is way into “Obsession Land”. Once he can no longer deny what he feels and it hits him that he loves you, his first reaction is… Well, pretty much an emotional tantrum, followed by self-despise and intense fury. How could he ever fall for a human? Disgraceful! Terrible! How could he fall so low? He even tries to hate you for making him feel that way, only to realize he can’t.

This lasts for a while, with him trying to convince himself to bury those feelings, no matter what it takes. If you two are enemies, be prepared: Pouf may consider killing you as the only way to “get rid of this shame”. He soon realizes he can’t bear the idea of you being hurt, let alone by him (well, like this, I mean)… But at least you’re not having to deal with his obsession yet.

Sadly, it doesn’t mean this will last long enough for something to happen before things get out of control. Pouf can’t get you out of his mind, possibly deciding to “observe you” in order to “remind himself” that you’re just a human: Flawed, inferior, and unworthy. This evolves into stalking and has the opposite effect: He becomes more and more infatuated, as well as worried that you might get hurt. You’re so beautiful, so gentle… You should not be fighting! At all! Oh, you’re an angel. No wonder he fell for you! You’re perfect for him!

If this is the “peaceful scenario”, the course of events is still pretty similar, no matter how you’ve met. At first, wanting to get you out of his system, he may be cold whenever you meet and even a little nasty, but it won’t work. He will start to long for more of your presence and if he manages to spend time with you, to consider you only of the few (if not the only) human who is better than the rest of the masses.

Either way, once he accepts that he loves you, you’re screwed.

In the “enemy scenario”, Pouf may try once to convince you to come with him, speaking highly of you and how much he loves you… In his mind, it’s poetry. In reality? The words may be pretty, but the way he says them, the shine in his eyes, the way he insists to hold your hands between his… Well, it’s creepy. Pouf may accept you denying him for a while, but it won’t take long until he seizes the first chance he has to take you. He was just being polite, offering you the chance of doing so by choice (if he does that when you’re gravely injured in a battle, he will use that frequently to point out he saved you and how you need him to keep you safe).

In the “peaceful scenario”, again, it’s not that much a different course of events. Your attempts to make him understand you’re not interested are ignored and there is precious little that anyone can do to keep you safe and, yes, including the Hunter Organization. He would do everything to get you.

In his mind, he is not doing anything wrong. If anything, his actions are almost heroic and proof of his devotion to you.

When you wake up in an unknown location and start to freak out or try to escape, Pouf reacts as if this is just adorable, then going on about how he loves you and wants to keep you safe. And let me tell you, this isn’t a “flowery speech” or like his funny moments in the anime. At this moment you realize you’re in a lot of trouble and that the chances of Pouf ever letting you go are non-existent.

It's not easy to determine exactly how deep his delusion goes; if it’s only about the “perfect life” you two will share or if it includes you. It’s not impossible that Pouf isn’t really in love with you, but rather an idealized version of you. He may also believe that, deep down, you do love him and just need time to realize it.

Pouf is the “adoring” kind of Yandere. He would love to spoil you, care for you, and would want to lavish you with gifts. Perhaps you’d expect him to be the less dangerous of the trio, or at least the most manageable, right? You’re dead wrong. Pouf is actually the worst of them, maybe even on the list of the worst yanderes of all Hunter cast.

His personality also means Pouf doesn’t believe anyone is worthy of your attention and if there is anyone you like (or that he thinks you like), it’s just because they’re manipulative and toxic. It’s his sacred duty to keep you safe from such scum! Perhaps the better term for him, rather than “jealous”, would be “possessive”. As far as he is concerned, you have no need to get in contact with another human ever again.

You thought he hated Komugi? Trust me, that was nothing compared to this.

He would lock you in a room, which you’d only leave while accompanied by him (he can’t have you trying to run off, can he?). Actually… If that happens, you should be glad. This guy isn’t above placing bars along a corner of his chambers (they are certainly large enough), turning that area into your “room” (bed and all). It certainly would appeal to him, especially since it gives him more chance to watch you.

There are stories about how excessive love can be suffocating, the “The Chaser” episode from the “Twilight Zone”… Well, Pouf’s love wouldn’t follow this line. This would be just tiresome. His adoration is frightening, even for a Yandere. The way he’s so sweet to you is mixed with a certain darkness, not letting you forget you’re dealing with an unstable person.

He understands this is a time of adaptation for you and this change of life is a shock, but he wouldn’t be happy if you asked him to let you go every day. In the same sickly-sweet way of always, he will mix subtle (or not so subtle) threats with words of adoration. Maybe he should chain you up… Maybe you’re thinking about that person who (he believes) has a crush on you? Maybe he should make sure you never think of them again…

There is also the fact that Pouf is among the Yanderes who would have almost no respect for your personal space. For all his adoration of you, he can be quite manipulative and controlling: If he wants to hold you in his lap, brush your hair, have you sleeping next to him, dance with you, well… There is little point in fighting. You would have to choose your battles wisely and keep in mind that Pouf isn’t above tying you up if you “start to be difficult”. Some Yanderes are happy enough with having you with them and may have enough patience to “wait for you to love them back”… Well, with Pouf, it depends on his mood.

There would be times when his behavior is all “patient and loving” (more like he just smiles when you try to get away or lash out)… And times when he would basically “demand” that you love him. Not with words, though: You’d learn that there are times when it’s safer for you to act a little more loving towards him (within reason) rather than antagonize him.

[whoopsieintheuniverse]

The Butler, In Struggle

 Illumi x Reader Chp 5  

  Y/N awoke to a bright light and the feeling of ice water washing over their face. Sputtering, they sat up, ready to defend themselves. As more of their senses came to them, Y/N was greeted by the amused expression of Zeno, holding a flashlight and an empty mug. 

     “Wha- I! Master Zol-” Y/N struggled as they tumbled out of their bed.

     Zeno put up a hand to stop them as he turned on his heel. 

     “The time now is 4:38 a.m. You have ten minutes to be dressed and inside Illumi’s training room. Wear something you can move in.” And with that, Zeno disappeared out of Y/N’s door and into the dark hallway. 

      Y/N jogged to Illumi’s wing of the Zoldyck estate, and they steeled themselves as they opened the door. Inside, Zeno sat cross-legged, eating a bowl of rice. 

     “You’re prompt. That’s good,” Zeno said. 

      Y/N nodded and bowed before joining the old patriarch on the floor. They watched him eat as they struggled to catch their breath. 

     “Well, that won’t do at all,” Zeno said. Y/N raised their eyebrows before feeling something warm creep down the side of their face. Y/N reached up to brush their cheek; they pulled back and gasped at the sight of blood on their fingertips. 

     “I- when did you…” 

     “You let your guard down when you sat. It would seem that we have our work cut out for us,” Zeno said between bites. Y/N nodded again, and Zeno snorted as he finished the last of his food. He stood up, and then beckoned Y/N to follow suit. 

     “Here, I know you’re not a butler anymore, but for old time’s sake,” Zeno said. He held out his finished bowl, and Y/N brows furrowed as they reached out to grab it. Before Y/N could blink, Zeno was on the other side of the training room, lazily circling his fingers in the bowl’s rim. 

     “Didn’t you hear me?” he asked. “Come now, can’t take an old man’s plate to the kitchen?” 

     Y/N grit their teeth. They started at Zeno again, and found themselves stumbling from a blow to the back of their neck. As Y/N regained their balance, they heard Zeno chuckle. 

…………………………………………………………………………………………

     Needles whizzed in the air. Illumi stood stock still as they hit their target. He stood tall over his dispatched targets and scanned the room for any more. Stalking out of the room he was in, Illumi slinked down the hallway to a locked door. 

     “Dreadfully simple,” he muttered to himself. Illumi used two pins to pick the lock, and in seconds, the door clicked and creaked open. Inside, a man cowered in the corner, clutching a briefcase and a knife. 

     “Get- get out of here, you freak!” the man cried. Illumi tilted his head and watched as the man screamed and flailed the knife in front of him. Illumi stepped forward, clutched the man’s arm, and snapped it in two. He took the briefcase from the man, who writhed and cursed on the floor. Illumi turned on his heel, flicking a needle into the middle of the man’s head as he left. 

     Illumi glided out of the room, holding his head high as he clutched the briefcase and stepped carefully through his carnage. As he made his way to the exit of the compound he broke into, the hairs on Illumi’s neck stood on end. 

     “Hisoka. What are you doing here?” Illumi said, not turning around. A chuckle hummed from Hisoka, who leaned carelessly on the side of the building. 

     “I was in the area. You’re close to YorkNew, you know. I could feel your bloodlust even from there,” Hisoka purred. Illumi shrugged. 

     “That doesn’t matter. Anyway, my mission is done. Unless you need something…” Illumi’s voice trailed off, distracted by his communicator in his hand. Hisoka watched as Illumi brought the device to his ear. 

     “Yes, it’s me. The job is done. The money should be coming to the family account shortly. Tell me, how is Y/N doing in their training?” He waited for an answer, and Hisoka snickered as Illumi closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. “Unfortunate. I’ll be home shortly,” Illumi said. He pressed a few buttons and continued to walk forward, with Hisoka at his heels. 

     “Is Y/N a new sibling of yours? Or perhaps a friend you’ve made?” Hisoka asked. 

     “I don’t have friends,” Illumi droned. Hisoka tilted his head and made a face. 

     “Come now, you’ll hurt my feelings. Well, who is it? Y/N? You didn’t say?” 

     Illumi stayed quiet, tilting his head at Hisoka. 

     “Oh, I get it,” Hisoka smiled. “Don’t want me getting jealous, yes? Tell you what, you tell me, and I’ll keep it a secret,” Hisoka goaded. Illumi said nothing, opting again to walk forward with his bounty in his hands and his clown at his heels. 

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     Y/N laid on the ground, sweating and panting. They clutched their arm, the wrist twisted rigidly at one angle. Zeno tutted above them and kneeled down, taking stock of Y/N’s battered form. 

     “My, my,” Zeno said. “That looks a bit unpleasant. Here, allow me.” 

     Y/N braced themselves as they sat up, and they grit their teeth as they felt Zeno’s fingers close around their arm. They choked as Zeno’s grip tightened, bone grinding against bone and ligaments popping back into place. 

     “There. That should hold you until you’re able to put a brace onto it. Stand.” 

     Y/N stood, knees shaking. They felt Zeno’s eyes scan them and winced as a ringtone sounded from Zeno’s pocket. 

     “Hm?” Zeno answered his device. “That you, Illumi?” He paused for a moment. Zeno turned his head and regarded Y/N, looking at their bloodied outfit and scratched face. 

     “Well, I can say they’ve had better days,” Zeno continued. Y/N held their breath as Zeno paused again, before nodding to himself and clicking his phone closed. 

      “Well, aren’t you in luck? Your beau is coming back soon. You should probably get cleaned up,” Zeno said. Y/N nodded and watched as Zeno turned on his heel and left the training room. As soon as they were alone, Y/N blinked. Letting out a shaky sigh, Y/N let their body relax and collapse to the ground with a sob. 

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Chapter 4: https://whoopsieintheuniverse.tumblr.com/post/652186576568401920/a-complicated-conversation