#hxh imagine

[celestewritesstuff]

HxH Adult Trio NSFW Headcanons

i might make one of these for Kite too

it took me a min to get into it. so chrollo's is half-assed :D it’s also short but you’re already here, aren’t u

cw: i'm pretty sure its gender neutral. 86% sure. usage of pet, pretty, mentions of strong bdsm in illumi, honestly i think it's mentioned/implied in the other two it's just. a lot in illumi. yea thats all.

Chrollo

he's not very picky about how he gets you, as long as he gets to ravage your body

but his favorite position would probably be doggystyle if he had to choose something

just the raw, barbaric way he would hit it from the back. you would be seeing stars guaranteed

the sloppy sounds it would make too

he probably likes it because he wouldn't need to worry about his looks whilst enjoying you. he can just go crazy

and we wouldn't complain now would we

but the noises he'd make would be the best part of intercourse with him

because once you get him, naked, behind you, bending you over, you'll hear things like

"such a pretty thing for me"

"only I get to see you like this"

"take it like the good pet you are"

(not even mentioning his pretty groans when you squeeze his cock on purpose)

just overall very animalistic, very fast but multiple rounds

9 inches btw

Illumi

when i tell you this man is so underrated by the fandom. he would be so good at it!!

because as a trained assassin he's been taught to know reactions and where pressure points in the body are

and not to mention the fact that he knows how to torture. and the best kinds too. you can't convince me he doesnt know sexual torture. because he definitely does

but with you... maybe only for the first few times, but he'd want to be soft. he'd want to take it slow and show you that he can be a gentleman if only in the bed

gentle slow strokes in missionary as he holds you close to his body, enjoying your gentle whines and soft sighs

but after the first few times

oh boy

you're in for it, huh

it would just slowly get better and better. he'd bring in new things, like cuffs, ropes, the bar, wax, etc.

every time he would try to spice it up with you just to see what you liked the most

because he's just fascinated with the way your body reacts to things. the way your hips would push up into him when his hands trailed down your body, as you were blindfolded

or your legs quivering after an intense orgasm with the bar attached to your ankles

idk. he'd just be into everything and anything. it would just take times for him to bring it up

Hisoka

:)

like illumi and chrollo but in the best way possible

he wants to see you whine and cry and beg and just become an absolute mess beneath him

he doesn't care as long as there's tears

obviously into edging. you can't expect intercourse without it unless he's had a terrible day and just needs release

even then he might edge you, and just get his own climax. and leave you to yourself.

idk he's hard to read. but when he wants to?

he. will. be. the. best. you've. ever. HAD.

anything you want to do he'll try. he won't hesitate to try because he could like it too seeing as how sadistic he is

he strikes me as a doggystyle kinda guy as well as chrollo

probably not a constant top but will always be in charge.

also a frequent connoisseur of cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, but he's going to be plowing into you at all times whilst you're up there

pulling at your hair, bringing your neck to his mouth in a semi-full nelson

biting and sucking whilst your downstairs is being absolutely destroyed

doesn't matter if you're on top at this point, you will be shaking and crying

begging for more or to stop, either way he's going till you've passed out.

overall? absolutely nuts

and that is all thx for reading xoxo

[marvelmymarvel]

Heir

Silva x Reader

Synopsis: His wife was crazy, hell, you'd be crazy too if you knew your husband was sleeping around... But it wasn't your fault he loved you and not her.

Her shrill cry hit your ears, making you wince from your spot next to Silva. He currently had you wrapped up under his arm, hand absentmindedly caressing the bare skin of your arm. "Kikyo" he warned, eyes darkening a bit as she continue to wail about how evil he was for having a mistress.

This wasn't new knowledge, she had known about it for some time now. This was just her weekly temper tantrum. "I just don't understand how you could do this to me. The woman who gave you your CHILDREN"

Silva's lip curled into a snarl, there was that jab again... The classic 'mother of your children' saying was always the stab she took in the hopes that it would wake him up, but it only ever angered him. Your eyebrows crinkled in distress as you felt the bloodlust oozing from the man who was now gripping you tightly against him. You couldn't run and hide from his anger if you tried. You were just thankful it wasn't directed at you.

"Kikyo."

The woman stopped wailing as the venomous tone and bloodlust hit her finally. You could see her hands shaking, and you felt bad. Not bad enough to stop the relationship you had with the head of the Zoldyck family, but enough to put your hand on his thigh, hoping it would calm him even a little.

And it seemed to work.

He let out a deep exhale, free hand coming up to rub at his eyes. If he could leave her he would, he would much rather be married to you than to her, but he hadn't met you when he needed to settle down some 26 years ago. "I've been nothing but loving towards you, what does she have that I don't?"

You lightly gasped at the question, eyes flicking from Kikyo to Silva in shock. He sat there in silence, staring into her soul as if trying to banish her from the earth altogether. "She was the one who gave me Killua" your eyes widened at his statement. Many things were well-known and talked about, but this was not one of them.

You cringed as Kikyo's sniffles hit your ears. Having Killua with Silva was not something you were proud of, the guilt ate you up to the point where you gave him up to Kikyo, allowing her to care for him as if she carried and birthed him herself. It seemed to have appeased her, and she went on to have two more children with Silva after. But you knew the reason for that was just her trying to prove that she too could give Silva what you did.

An heir.

It was a low blow though, and it made all of the guilt rush through you like a violent hurricane. "Silva..." you whispered out, tone teetering on guilt and warning. He paid no mind to you though. Standing from his spot, he walked towards a sobbing Kikyo. His hands rose to cup her cheeks and while you'd normally feel jealous, all you felt was shame.

You should have never slept with him 12 years ago. Should have never given in to his blue eyes and blonde hair, but you did and now you were here. Stuck in the middle of the family drama that you yourself caused.

He leaned down to be eye level with her, a passerby would have found it sweet, but you knew better. "You mean nothing to me. The children you've given mean nothing to me. I don't know what else I need to do to get you to see that"

That was a lie, the children part at least was. He cared deeply for all of his children, Killua was just special to him. You knew that the hurtful words were only spewed to bite back at her stab but you wished he would have let it go. "Silva" you called out as you shakily stood from the pillow.

Kikyo was now sobbing so hard that she was choking, the sound didn't do anything to Silva, but it was breaking your heart. "Silva leave her alone..." you whispered out as your fingers ghosted his arm before gripping the flesh to pull him away from her. He let you move him away from her, something Kikyo has never been able to do.

The sight only made her sob harder. How could you, of all people, make the man she loved do anything you asked of him? She gave him everything and loved him through everything. But you? You did nothing and yet can control everything about him. Before he goes on jobs, he asks you about your opinion on the danger of the task at hand. When he leaves the house, he asks you if you'd like to join him. When it's time for bed, he'll wait for you because he can't seem to sleep without you.

Her eyes snapped to yours as you looked back at her over your shoulder. "Can you please go get Gotoh" you called out to the butler by the door. The butler left without another word, rushing down the hall to get the head butler who helped Kikyo remain calm. Silva sat back down with a huff, legs crossing as he leaned back in annoyance. You turned back fully to Kikyo, sadness and regret written all over your face.

"I'm sorry Kikyo" you stated firmly, but anyone who knew you could hear the nervous waver in your voice. Despite being annoying, Kikyo was far from weak. She could kill you in two seconds if she really wanted to.

And she really wanted to right now.

But you didn't care anymore. Walking towards her slowly, you waited for her to break down again. But she was silent. You stopped just feet from her, lips pursing as you took in just how tense the air was. Silva called your name out in warning as if he knew deep down that she would attack you while he wasn't by your side.

But maybe you deserved it.

"I'm sorry for everything" your words caused her to inhale sharply, hands forming into fists as she shook in her place. You had no right to apologize. The only way to make this right was for you to leave. But Silva would never let you leave. So there was only one other way to make this right.

You had to die.

Silva felt the shift in the air quicker than you did. Kikyo's hand shot towards your chest, fingers shaped into a sharp form. Your breath hitched but you knew there was no escaping it. You should have been faster...

But Silva was fast enough.

His hand stopped hers right as the fingernails pierced the skin of your chest. She could feel the way your heart was beating frantically under her fingertips. Oh, how she wanted to feel it pound in her hand as she watched the life drain from your eyes. But, with the way Silva was gripping her did she realize she had made a grave mistake.

Silva pushed you behind him as he ripped Kikyo up to him angrily "Lay a hand on her again and I will feed you to the dogs" the words hit your ears, and you would have scolded him for uttering them, but you couldn't think straight - not with all the adrenaline in your veins and the tension in the air.

Kikyo sputtered out apologies but it only angered the silver haired man more.

It all went silent though when the door opened. "Madame. I was called to retrieve you" Gotohs voice broke the tension and you sighed in relief. Silva let her go, allowing her to run to Gotoh in fear. Gotoh didn't say anything, only grabbed her by the shoulder and moved her out of the room.

The sound of the door closing echoed in the room and mixed with your heavy breathing. Silva was in front of you before you could blink, hand reaching for your shirt where blood was pooling. "I'll be okay" you croaked out but he ripped the shirt open regardless, eyes narrowing at the cuts Kikyo marred you with.

"She will be dealt with accordingly" he whispered as he applied pressure to one of the heavier bleeding wounds. You didn't say anything, knowing that not even you could stop what would happen to her. He loved you a lot, maybe even too much. But you couldn't deny that you loved him as well. You reached up to pull his hand away, smiling softly at the confused look on his face.

Dropping his hand, you stepped forward before wrapping your arms around his torso, hiding your face in his chest as you gave into the part of you that needed him close. You didn't care if you were hurt. You didn't care that Kikyo would try to kill you every chance she got. None of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was him. And as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a loving kiss to the top of your head -

You knew he felt the same.

[soft-mafia]

Hands Occupied

MINORS DNI

warnings: nsfw, oc insert, female reader, breast play, breast sucking, fingering, groping, oral(fem receiving), hands free male ejaculation, blanket humping

a/n: oh my goodness it’s been a long time😭 it’s been such a long time but I’m finally back to making fics! Hopefully nothing comes up that’ll make me go on hiatus again🙏I might take requests again soon, I’m still thinking about it👀Also, if you didn’t see my last post, I’m going to be deleting any negativity I see and not responding to hateful anons, I don’t want that kind of stuff on my page, I want this to be a fun, safe place for people who love Hisoka, hxh and fan fiction! I haven’t written for a long time, this is just me warming up again lol, sorry if this one is a bit rusty!

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Hisoka’s greedy hands roamed over Y/n’s body, his nose hovered above Y/n’s skin, taking in her scent as he dragged his face up her body until his nose was buried between her breasts. Y/n’s breathing was soft, she whimpered when she felt his hot breath on her bare skin. Hisoka couldn’t help but smirk, he really loved how he was able to get Y/n like this, soft and submissive, bendable to his will— it was like he had domesticated a wild beast and made it his pet.

Hisoka withdrew his face from Y/n’s chest, although his face was still in front of it. His hands moved from her hips up to the sides of her rib cage, his thumbs were pressed underneath her boobs.

“Don’t just stare at them..—“ Y/n let out a huff of impatience as she looked at Hisoka while he ogled her. Hisoka shook his head and chuckled, “Ah ah, patience my dear. You need to work on your patience.” Hisoka looked up at Y/n through his eyelashes, before looking back at her breasts, admiring the curve of them, her cleavage, her areole and nipples that hardened in the cold of his bedroom.

“I want to take a moment to admire this.. admire this body.” The magician whispered, flipping his soft ginger bangs away from his face before leaning his head back to her breasts.

Hisoka rubbed his face over her tits, feeling them move under his face, feeling how soft they were against him. “You’re always so impatient..” He chuckled, “Such a greedy woman..” He smirked.

Y/n’s pussy clenched, a feeling of arousal shot through her body at Hisoka’s words. She couldn’t help it, the rumble of his deep voice, the way he was touching her— Y/n bit her bottom lip and titled her head back, letting out soft pants into the air as her hand moved down her body, just when she was inches away from touching herself to get some relief, Hisoka’s hand was suddenly gripping her wrist firmly. Y/n tensed for a moment, but softened when Hisoka’s grip tightened.

Y/n allowed for Hisoka to set her hand back where it was, not allowing her to touch herself. Instead, he used his fingers instead. Y/n’s back arched at the sudden sensation, a soft mewl escaped her lips as her body trembled.

Hisoka let out another evil chuckle, “I will touch you if you’re so desperate for it, baby.” He moved his face over Y/n’s right breast. “Your body is mine, it should be mine and mine alone to touch.” Hisoka’s strong fingers moved in and out of Y/n’s dripping cunt, her walls clenched around him, her juices seeped out of her entrances and between her fingers as he shoved them in with that repetitive rhythm that made her shiver.

“Eghh..~ mghh..” Y/n moaned, her brows furrowed lightly as he dug his fingers deep inside of her.

“The way you shiver at my touch is so cute, my dear.” Hisoka lapped at Y/n’s nipple, then took it into his mouth, fitting the entire areolae into it. His tongue swirled around the pert nub. He sucked on her breast as if he was getting something out of it. He loved the slightly salty, skin-taste of it, he couldn’t get enough. Hisoka pressed his palm against Y/n’s privates so he could finger her even further, enjoying how soft the girl’s labia and inner walls were. Hisoka was hardening in his boxers, the fabric that brushed against his hard length nearly drove him mad. He wondered if he could cum like this— cum without even touching himself, cum just by sucking Y/n’s breasts and fingering her.

Y/n arched her back, throwing her head back and letting out a loud groan into the air as she bucked her hips further. Hisoka couldn’t help but crack a slight smirk. She was truly like a wild animal.. her thrashing led to him pulling away from her breast for a moment. “Calm yourself, Y/n.” Hisoka spoke with a firm voice, before moving to her other breast, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking, leaving the other one looking swollen and hard, slicked over with his saliva exposed to the cold air.

Hisoka was amused by Y/n’s obedience, he took his fingers away from her crotch, feeling satisfied as he heard a disheartened whine leave Y/n’s lip. Hisoka moved his hand over to cup her unoccupied tit, he rubbed his wet fingers over that swollen nipple, rubbing his index finger around it in circles. Y/n twitched and shivered under his touch again, the sensation was so much for her, a tingle in her chest that led down to her abdomen, her wet cunt clenched with need and desire.

Y/n squeezed the pillows, trying to hold back the urge to touch herself, knowing that Hisoka would try to stop her again anyway..

Hisoka continued what he was doing, fondling one tit while sucking the other. Though, once he was satisfied he pulled back. “Lay down for me, baby.” Hisoka said, and began to position Y/n as she lowered herself flat on the bed. The red haired man smirked as he looked down at her, her nipples: swollen and slick from his own doing, and her cunt sopping wet. Y/n spread her legs as she laid down, her fingers squeezed the flesh of her soft inner thigh.

The mad magician licked his lips, then pushed his bangs back with his hand, his muscles flexing as he did this swift motion before he lowered himself down between her legs. His face was so close to Y/n’s heat, he could feel the warmth on his skin and it drew him in. Her pussy was glistening with her own wetness in the lighting of the dim lamp light. Hisoka laid his muscular arms up on either side of Y/n’s body, his hands cupping her rib cage, her breasts cupped into the curve between his index and thumbs.

Hisoka leaned into her cunt, he didn’t waste any time before he dove his tongue into her. He wasn’t inexperienced when it came to eating Y/n out, he knew what made her shiver and climax like the back of his hand. Hisoka tilted his head so he could writhe his tongue in deeper into her.

He could feel her shivering, he could hear her whimpering and moaning as he licked and lapped at her inner most sensitive parts. He was getting a bit antsy himself, listening to Y/n’s noises, tasting her, feeling her and smelling her— his hard cock rubbed against his boxers, and he couldn’t help but rock his hips against the blankets underneath him. He dug his knees into the bed, his muscular legs tensed as he began to rock and grind his hard cock into the sheets. His muscular body twitched in arousal as he did so, and it only further encouraged him to bring Y/n to an orgasm, wanting to chase it with her.

Hisoka always felt at his most primal when he was intimate with Y/n like this, this shared moment of arousal and heat— a feeling that was built instinctively into the both of them made Hisoka feel like a true beast giving into his own nature. His hands gripped around Y/n’s chest slightly as he ground his cock down onto the sheets. His entire body coursed with arousal, he felt so close, he involuntarily let out a low groan against Y/n’s cunt.

Hisoka trembled and twitched, and as Y/n jerked up slightly, and a flood of juices came rushing onto Hisoka’s tastebuds— that’s when he knew it was time. Hisoka immediately had a release of his own, and grunted firmly into Y/n’s cunt as he did so. His body jerked subtly, his hot sperm squirted out into his boxers, the sensation was like electric. Hisoka’s hold on Y/n went lax as they both panted heavily, coming down from their orgasms. “Oh fuck..” Y/n groaned, squeezing her eyes shut and turning her head to the side as she let go of her legs, resting her hands down onto the bed.

The magician chuckled softly, giving Y/n’s pussy a soft kiss before rising up, sitting on his knees with a noticeable stain in his boxers. Y/n’s eyes opened, and her gaze immediately shifted to Hisoka’s package. She pouted at him, “You ruined your underwear— that was like, my favorite one.” She laughed softly. Hisoka couldn’t help but smile at that, his boxers were a bit goofy for the intimate situation— they were bright pink with a cartoonish flower print pattern. Hisoka had remembered how Y/n laughed so hard the first time she saw them— she laughed so hard that it brought the entire mood down, she didn’t let him hear the end of it for an entire week..

Hisoka smiled and leaned down to lay beside of Y/n, “It’ll be another memory, my dear.” He smiled at her, kissing her temple gently before he watched her grab her phone from the side table. “I’m hungry.. I’m gonna order something what do you wanna eat?”

Hisoka looked at her for another moment before chuckling and laying on his back, letting her snuggle up to his side, “Mm.. I’m in the mood for a chicken sandwich, perhaps..”

[justyanderes]

Hello~ I love your yandere writings and I wanted to ask how would yan Uvo, nobunaga, and phinks react to a darling that after being kidnapped gets sick, not anything life threatening but enough where they don’t have a choice but to depend on them💕

😌 here you are anon hope you like these! Thanks for enjoying my work

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NOBU is so taken aback by how you behave once you become ill. Before you had been so upset when he found you, you hadn't even wanted him to look let alone touch you. But now here you were with a simple fever clinging on to Nobunaga insisting he was just the only one keeping you warm right now. He would be a damn liar if he didn't say he thoroughly enjoyed having you sick. Even if it means you continue to suffer a little longer he hopes it will last another day. Just so he can continue to feel you so cold yet so close beside him.

Uvo isn't really sure if he likes seeing you sick or not. It's certainly a vast contrast to the person you were just a week ago. You tried attempting to bite Uvo's ear off. (it didn't work of course but uvo had to respect your spunk) Right now you barely have the strength to stand on your own. Which makes it easy for him to get closer to you. Helping you sit up to eat, bathe and take your meds. You practically cling on to Uvo, which makes him want to be happy with the situation. You weren't really in reality right now- definitely not enough to notice it's him and not your dead ex that's hard at work to get you back to full health. "thanks,babe". Is the last thing you say before drifting off to sleep.

Phinks hates the fact he has to see you like this. He feels distraught at how you just continue to cough. Sometimes even going into fits that last far too long. He makes sure you are comfortable with enough pillows and blankets to keep you warm. You stopped your attempts to get away thanks to getting sick but you need his help to make sure you don't spill any of the hot tea he offers you on to your own lap. Phinks just wants you to get better. So he doesn't notice in the slightest when you start to hold on to him a few moments longer than you normally would. he kisses your forehead before leaving to get you something more nutritious to eat.

[vampi-fixx]

ornament

chrollo lucilfer x reader // hunter x hunter // fluff // 1.1k+ words

not me forgetting i had a whole christmas fic for this man. oops. a spruced up repost.

Chrollo has a thief's eye. Wherever he looks is calculated, measured—as if he’s mapping out the quickest escape route, or a clever move to gain the upper hand. His gaze is always shrewd, attuned to endless possibilities. 

Which is perhaps why he catches your shift in mood so quickly.

The two of you are strolling down the main street. Now that the hustle and bustle of Christmas has ended, and people no longer crowd the streets, you brought up the idea of venturing into the nicer part of town to admire the lavishly decorated streets.  

While conversation flows easy between you two, as if often does, your voice dies down once you spot something. Chrollo pauses as well, noticing your attention has been caught by something else: a small, decorative Christmas tree perched in the window of a store, which you stare at with something akin to discontent.

“What’s wrong? Is it not to your liking?”

“Ah.” You're startle; you weren’t expecting him to notice. (How quaint. It's almost as if you don't know him—once he finds something that catches his eye, he wants to study every inch of it.) “I was just thinking. I-It’s nothing.” You wave your hand dismissively. His curiosity piques. “It’s stupid.”

“Tell me,” he says, his voice a saccharine concoction you could spend your entire life indulging in. And you have spent hours getting lost in it, listening to the syllables rolling off his tongue like caramel, sometimes in languages you couldn't hope to understand, yet just as entrancing. You suppose that’s what attracts others to the Phantom Troupe—their leader's subtle yet undeniable charisma, his manner of speaking and carrying himself that entices one's attention long before they realize they've fallen into his web.

Including you.

“People like to... decorate things,” you finally say, working past your trepidation. “They like putting ornaments on trees.”

“Mmhmm."

“Well...” You fiddle with the straps of your bag, needing something to ground yourself. “Ornaments have no practical purpose, though. They’re just there to make things look pretty, right?”

“Hmm, yes. That is their function.” You’ve definitely roused his interest now. He draws closer to your side, his eyes bright with curiosity. The way other people’s minds worked has always amused Chrollo; this isn’t the first intriguing question you’ve asked him. He once told you that’s what drew him to you. 

We both have an insatiable curiosity for the secrets of the world, he said. 

(You wonder, however, in the back of your mind, if this is a Pandora’s box you should leave closed. To open it might change things irrevocably.)

“It just makes me wonder... if... you know, between us... if I’m just--is that all I am to you?” You release the last few words in a rush, with the air of someone voicing something into existence that not even they want to acknowledge.

And it’s true. You feel ashamed that these worries plague you. Chrollo is polite, pleasant, the picture of a good boyfriend. 

But that’s the thing. Perfection is sometimes a curse in itself. He’s too perfect. Uneasily so. Too kind. You can’t help but fiddle with the ribbon neatly binding your relationship, wondering what would happen if you pulled the edges apart. What kind of surprise would you find waiting for you?

“Are you making some strange connection between yourself and a Christmas decoration?” Amusement rings heavy in his tone, and it flusters you further. 

You know that he’s a renowned thief. What possible interest does he have in you? What connections could he gleam from you, a mere civilian?

What if you really are just a pretty, silly thing for him to have on his arm? An alibi, a cover-up?

Chrollo, noting your discomfort, breaks the silence.

“Well...” he says, his tone rich with delight. “You’re forgetting something, dear. Ornaments may have no practical purpose, yes, but they add immeasurable value to a tree. Even the smallest ones.”

“You could say the same thing about a blank canvas,” he continues. “It has no value until an artist paints on it. Then it can sell for millions. Or rather, be coveted by just as many.”

You catch his gaze in the mirror, gleaming with intrigue.

“So, while you are pretty...” he says, using your words from earlier, enjoying the way the compliment visibly flusters you. Reaching out, he brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering on your cheek. “I would argue that you do have value, if that’s what you’re concerned about."

He’s so smooth. It’s like he knows exactly what to say to ease any worries away, regardless of how silly or foolish you think they are.

Almost like he can read into you too well. 

You try and think of a response to him, you really do. Your mouth opens with a retort before closing once you realize its futility. Nothing you say could even think of topping that. It’s like he leaves no room for doubt in any conversation.

“Oh... well. That's... good?" you say lamely, all too aware of just how in-eloquent your response is compared to his.

He takes the hint, sparing you further embarassment.

“I take it you won’t want to bring back a discounted Christmas tree, however?” His tone is conversational. He's always good at turning the tides of conversation his way.

You wrinkle your nose. “No thanks. It’s a lot of work.”

“Yes... I don’t believe any of the Troupe has the patience to decorate it.” He chuckles. “Not entirely practical, either, if we’re using your terms.”

"No. It really isn't."

He tilts his head. "Of course, if you really wanted a tree, I suppose... I have my own pretty thing to decorate with, right here,” he says, squeezing your shoulder, drawing you close to him. You stiffen at the unexpected gesture.

His eyes shine with mirth, a rare, playful side to him. One that only you’ve seen. “Maybe you can be the topping to my tree. You’d probably outshine every other decoration.”

“Chrollo!” you hiss, feeling your face grow hot. You know he’s only doing this because you’re out in public, and he knows very well of your bashfulness with public displays of affection. It’s why he only pulls them out to ruffle you.

“What’s wrong? You wanted me to humor you at first, but now it looks like you can’t wait to get away from me.” He flashes you an innocent, wide-eyed look, one that you know entirely masks his sadistic streak.

He spends the rest of the day making quips about trees, and you being the star of his. Enjoying every second of your chagrin. Eventually, his musings are loud enough to attract the attention of a tree seller, who decides a couple “so young and in love” like the two you of you should get your own tree, free of charge.

“Well now,” Chrollo glances between you and the tree. “I suppose we can make your dreams a reality—”

“Please no.”

The eyes of a thief he may have. But coupled with the mouth and unrelenting wit of a sadist? A deadly combination that only Chrollo Lucilfer could encompass.

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

SHOPPING SPREE

Zeno had never seen you so excited to buy some clothing items that he did now. Granted, you loved shopping but usually you abused Milluki's pc to look at what you liked and then order them.

He was glad, on one hand to see you smiling and laughing, dragging him from store to store, traying clothes on, and tempting him to buy something that wasn't a tunic for once. On the other hand, why did he have to take all the bags of items you already bought? You had butlers with for a reason.

He didn't even begin to ask you for a break when you grabbed his hands so fast that he didn't have time to react, before being dragged in yet another store.

Thankfully, your stomach interced for him, and you stopped at a nearby restaurant to eat something, while a butler went to put the things in the car.

Lunch was a quiet affair, you talked about nothing and everyhting, simply enjoying the feeling of spending some quality time with each other.

It didn't last long before he got dragged into another shopping run. You were glad they had so much money for once.

He had seen it all now. He felt like one of those spouses he had seen on some movies being left at the mercy of their better half, while being busy jostling around too many bags.

Yes, he complained about it very loudly, and you couldn't help but laugh at it. You knew very well that he was enjoying himself.

Still, he loved the part that came after said shopping spree. Settling down, soending time close with each other and enjoying a nice cuo of tea, by the fire.

Oh, how he cherished those moments with you. It made it much more sweeter after a day full and energetic like the one you all had.

He was damn lucky to have you in his life.

[tangsakura]

HxH Scenario / Prompt #10 - Delivery

Setting: Modern AU, High School

Main Characters: Hisoka, Machi

Sometime afterschool. School hallways are almost empty.

Hisoka is peeking inside a classroom. At the end of his gaze is Machi, cleaning the floors with a broom all by herself. He's admiring her looks and figure, while also thinking of a way to rile her up. He enters the classroom after coming up with one, and walks toward Machi, with his hands in his pockets, smiling.

Hisoka: Ya, Machi! ❤️ Finally, I found you.

Machi: [stops cleaning and looks at Hisoka] Oh, it's you. What's up? You need anything again from me?

Hisoka: No. ❤️ I'm just here to tell you that there's a delivery for you. [stops right in front of Machi] You forgot to pick it up. ❤️

Machi: Delivery? I don't remember ordering anything. What is it, anyway?

Hisoka leans toward Machi and pecks her lips.

Hisoka: A kiss for Machi. ❤️

Hisoka stands upright again, this time smirking. Machi, on the other hand, is dazed for a bit before realizing what just happened. Her face flushes red.

Machi: [flustered] What - what the fuck was that, you prick?!

Hisoka: A delivery for you. Courtesy from me. ❤️ [points to his lips] If you don't like it, you can return it anytime. ❤️

Machi: FUCK YOU, SON OF A BITCH!

Hisoka runs out, laughing. But not before getting hit by a broom on the back.

Previous HxH Scenarios / Prompts can be found here.

[bwabys-scenarios]

NSFW

He likes to look up at you while he eats you out with those pretty eyes full of lust… “look at me, angel. look at how good I’m making you feel.”

He loves holding your hand, and if you look away he’ll hold your bud between his teeth lightly as a warning…

He usually doesn’t like to see you cry, but your eyes are so pretty when you’re crying from all the pleasure he’s given you.

He likes to tongue fuck you too but man… he loves sucking on your clit.

He likes to hear you whimper and whine, and loves when you tug on his hair or give him a little guidance

He can’t deny he gets really hard when you gently push his head towards your entrance, wanting some attention there too!!

The sounds…

He’s squeezing your thighs as he sucks, nibbles, licks… you’d think he was starving for pussy

He really just wants to make you feel good, but honestly he eats you out because he really really enjoys it.

He would do it regardless but… it does help that he loves it!

Trying to do anything around the house after he’s gotten a taste of pussy is hard. And god sitting on this man’s face?? He would go to cloud 9…

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|| GOJO|| NANAMI|| GETO|| SUKUNA|| CHOSO||TOJI ||KURAPIKA|| LEORIO|| CHROLLO|| ILLUMI|| FEITAN|| EREN|| JEAN|| ARMIN|| RENGOKU|| OBANAI|| TENGEN|| YOUR FAV

[meowanian]

everyone were looking at your overly handsome husband, who has a stoic face with a baby on his hips and a very feminine pink bag on his shoulder while he was holding his daughter’s unicorn shaped helium balloon, as he followed you around.

iwaizumi, kageyama, ushijima (hq), sukuna, toji, nanami (jjk), hanma, ran, rindou, draken, baji (tokrev), levi, eren (aot), feitan, uvogin, illumi (hxh), scaramouche, xiao, diluc, neuvilette, wriothesley (genshin impact), akashi, murasakibara, aomine, kagami (knb), rin (bllk)

[marvelmymarvel]

Braids

Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

Synopsis: Illumi caught you braiding Kallutos hair. You at first thought he'd be upset with you, but the look in his eyes was far from anger.

"Your hair is getting long again Kalluto. You may want to ask your mother to cut it" you whispered out sweetly, your fingers raking carefully through the younger Zoldycks black locks. While they were normally at his shoulder, he had let it go for a year now, too focused on practice to care about his hair. He would simply throw it up in a bun, but now it had been starting to bother him.

Which is why he was here.

"I know, but mother is out for the week and I need a hairstyle that will keep it out of my face. Can you braid it for me?" You hum quietly at his question, fingers beginning to part his hair into three in order to braid it. "You know. I can cut hair too-"

"No no.... just braid" Kalluto squeaked out, body jumping as he felt your fingers mimicking scissors cutting his hair. A small laugh bubbled in your chest as you knew he never trusted anyone cutting his hair other than Kiyoko, not even the family hairstylist was allowed to touch it. "Fine fine. I'll only braid it"

You both sat in silence as you went to work on his long hair, humming a song as you went you didn't even notice Illumi until he cleared his throat. Kalluto stood swiftly, eyes wide from fear of his brother as he stuttered out an explanation. Your eyebrows furrowed, hands reaching to his hair as you muttered out a "I wasn't done".

Kalluto looked at you sheepishly before leaving the room, fingers finishing off the braid as he went. "Now Illumi, you didn't have to scare him!" You scolded before standing and moving towards the door. Illumi grabbed your hand, pulling you to him before you could get to the door. You smiled sweetly at him, knowing he wanted a kiss without even asking.

The kiss was short and sweet, your fingers coming up to comb through his hair. "Do you want me to braid your hair as well my love?" He scowled down at you, not liking your ability to read him at this very moment. He opened his mouth to snap back a snarky remark but you yanked him towards the bed with a giggle.

Forcing him to sit was easier than expected, and you jokingly muttered that you must be getting stronger. Illumi, however, started letting you have your way with him... So in reality you weren't getting stronger, he was just getting weaker.

"I really don't want my hair braided-

"Hush and let me braid you hair" you grumbled out before planting another kiss on his lips. He grew silent as you climbed onto the bed behind him. He knew that he liked when you played with his hair, but braiding? He didn't know about that. Although, the minute your fingers scraped across his scalp was the minute he realized that this was no different.

You smiled softly at the way he visibly relaxed. He was always so rigid and while he did seem to relax a little around you, you've never seen him this relaxed before. "Your hairs so pretty... Wish I had hair like this" you muttered out as you split his hair into three. A comfortable silence fell between you both as you began to braid his hair, and it wasn't until you got to the end that you realized he fell asleep leaning against you. Stifling a giggle, you raked your fingers through the braid to undo it. "I think it's time for sleep my love" you cooed out. Your hand firmly pressed to his back as you moved out from behind him. Gently, you eased him back onto the bed, before poking him to wake him just enough to crawl towards the pillows.

It took a couple pokes, but eventually he grumbled and moved towards the top of the bed. You followed suit, and started to get comfortable for bed. Illumi grumbled at your failed attempts to get comfortable and eventually yanked you into his embrace where he knew you'd be comfortable for sure. His fingers lazily danced along your head, it wasn't much.

But it had you nodding off all the same.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Final Girl.

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader (HxH).

Word Count: 1.4k.

TW: 'Girl' Is In The Title But Reader Is Gender Neutral, Death and Blood, Mentions of Guns, Manipulation, Implied Kidnapping, and Spoilers for the Ninteenth-Century Novel Dracula.

The night you met him was, by no coincidence, also the night you learned what it meant to feel your blood run cold.

‘Met’ might’ve been an exaggeration. You didn’t meet him so much as you stood still and stared at him – lumbering down the hallway, clutching a gore-splattered butcher's knife, his suit disheveled and stained with a dark, blotting substance you couldn’t bring yourself to put a name to, in your fear-induced paralysis. With the manor's high ceilings and dim lighting, he seemed impossibly tall, his black eyes blank and terrible, his smile manic in a way that sent a chill up your spine, that left you frozen where you stood and unable to run as he came to stand in front of you, as he raised a hand and—

And pointed to the book tucked under your arm, a yellowed paperback beaten to hell and back from weeks of loving abuse. You’d spent hours wondering if you should bring it with you, if there was anyone else on the face of the planet who’d be stupid enough to bring a book to a mascarade ball, but you figured you’d have to step out for a breath of fresh air at some point, tonight, and phones weren’t really an option at this kind of thing. Looking back on it, you struggled to remember why you’d spent so much time agonizing over something so inconsequential, especially when whoever found your body likely wouldn’t pay it a second glance. “Is that—” He started, pausing to wet his lips before correcting himself. “Is that Bram Stoker’s Dracula?”

You blinked several times, shifting your weight. “It is,” you managed, eventually, just before the point of no return. “I… I’m only a few chapters in, though. They’re only on the second blood transfusion.”

His smile widened. “I’m reading it for the second time, now. That’s one of the best passages - you can practically feel the dread mounting in the prose.” While he spoke, you stole another glance at his attire. With your shock beginning to fade and your nerves given a few seconds to cool, you could see that he clearly hadn’t just walked out of a crime scene. His clothes were wrinkled, but not torn, not displaced the way they would’ve been if he’d been in a real fight, and he was covered in a cartoonish amount of (presumably fake) blood. He couldn’t have meant for it to be realistic, not unless you were supposed to believe he’d bled twenty people dry on his own.

He must’ve noticed you staring. His rambling trailed off into an airy chuckle, his free hand drifting to his blood-soaked shirt. “I’m afraid I might’ve misread my invitation,” he admitted, with a slight shrug. You were almost in awe of his nonchalance. Showing up to a masquerade ball in a costume fit for a b-rated haunted house would’ve left you catatonic for… god, the rest of the year, at least. “That’s how I found my way back here, actually. You can understand why I wouldn’t want to stay in the ballroom for very long, considering I’m dressed for a very different party.”

“No, no, that makes a lot of sense! I mean, a costume party would be more in-season.” You felt like an idiot. You could only hope you hadn’t looked as scared as you felt. “Honestly, I’m just surprised they let you in with a prop.”

He glanced to his ‘knife’, too, as if he’d forgotten he was holding it. “Oh, this little thing?” He took the blade in his free hand, bending it downward. Unceremoniously, it snapped into two pieces as easily as if it’d been made of little more than tin foil and plastic - which, to be fair, it probably was. “Most people struggle to see me as a threat, for whatever reason.”

“The doormen probably just felt bad for the strange man who showed up to a charity gala covered in blood.” You spared a small smile, then genuinely brightened, taking up your novel and fishing out the spare mask you’d shoved between the pages while you were getting ready. He should’ve counted himself lucky that you could never be bothered to find a real bookmark. “Mine came in a set of two,” you explained, signaling for him to bend down. A little too easily, he obeyed, stooping just low enough for you to work your spare mask over his head. It was cheaper than anything you would usually like to show off – the base simple black cloth, the embroidery meaninglessly gaudy, the main body kept in place by little more than a simple white ribbon that never seemed to sit just right, but he accepted your offering with a grateful hum. “It’s not much, but—” You paused, buttoning his suit jacket, doing your best to make it look a little less like he’d just walked out of a bad slasher movie and a little more like a tragically color-blind, but ultimately well-dressed party-goer. “It should get you through the door.”

He straightened his back, and you thought you might’ve seen something spark in his dark eyes. Then again, it could’ve just been the moonlight. “I don’t think I ever got your name.”

Oh, right – that was something most people did before offering to fix a stranger’s clothes, wasn’t it? You rushed to introduce yourself, and he did the same. “Chrollo Lucilfer.” And then, offering you his hand, “Perhaps I’d be more warmly received with a plus one?”

As hesitant as you were to slip back into the ballroom on the arm of a disheveled stranger who’d already made an impression of his own, it would’ve broken your heart to turn him down. That, and you might’ve had a weakness for disheveled strangers who fell on the more handsome side of the spectrum.

You laughed as you threaded your arm through his, letting Chrollo guide you back to the main event. A second passed with only the sound of your footsteps and distance music to fill the quiet, then another. Eventually, you broke the silence. “It’s very well-written,” you started, trying to fight the urge to fidget. “But… I don���t think I’m the right audience. I care too much about Lucy. Seeing her go through so much and knowing she’s not going to make it is just—” You sighed, shook your head. “It’s agony. Especially when the villain is literally in the title. I mean, I know the characters don’t know that, but still.”

“The benefit of a voyeur's perspective.” For all his glowing praise, he didn’t seem very offended. “I think the dramatic irony is part of the appeal. By the time the tension breaks, it’s nearly too painful to keep going.”

“Which is exactly why it hurts to read,” you groaned, slumping into his side. “I get why it’s happening, but I just can’t stand spending so long on the build-up knowing how it’s going to end. It probably doesn’t help that Lucy’s one of my favorites, either. Well, aside from Mina, but it wouldn’t be fair to compare her to the author’s self-insert.”

The two of you came to a pair of rounded oak doors. There’d been a pair of attendants stationed outside when you left, but Chrollo didn’t seem to mind shouldering it open himself, ushering you inside with a smile and an idle gesture. You took a second to steel your nerves, still not entirely prepared to throw yourself into a very crowded room filled with very loud music and very eager socialites, then crossed the threshold, coming face to face with—

Carnage. Pure, unadulterated carnage.

There were bodies everywhere, each corpse mangled and bruised and broken in every possible way. Dark blood and broken glass covered the formerly pristine ivory floor, and the walls were painted with the remnants of gunfire. A few people were still standing – the murderers, you figured, judging by the blood on their outlandish clothes, the weapons in their hands, the indifferent agitation written across their expressions as you stared at them in horror, as your heart threatened to give out for the second time that night. The tallest man you’d ever seen pointed a hand-held machine gun in your direction, but Chrollo found his way back to your side, resting a hand on your shoulder as he spoke. “Hold your fire,” he said, casually, as if you weren’t standing at the edge of a bloodbath. As if he’d known what he was leading you into. “I think I’m going to keep this one.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. The air hitched in your throat as he brought a hand up to your chin, tilting your head back and forcing you to meet his unblinking stare. You’d been right the first time. There was never anything his eyes could’ve been but terrible. “I always did like Mina.”

There was never anything he could’ve been but a monster, prowling for his next kill.

“I guess I just have a soft spot for survivors.”

[justyanderes]

Hello! I just saw your soulmate au about uvogin and if you don’t mind I would like to see the soulmate familiar of other phantom troupe members thank you

[might expand and do something longer later cus I do love this au🤫]

Quick note that all familiars in this are fantasy creatures so you can fill in the rest of the blank of how you wish them to look

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A familiar that resembles Chrollo would be invisible to even your own eyes until you learned how to use nen. It's a very bad sign not to have a familiar, in this world. If you were in a less lenient area they surely would mark you so everyone else be made aware of your bad luck. When you discover them upon learning nen, you truly wanted to be happy for the discovery. (At least now you know you are not alone or broken in a way not to have another half to your soul) If only, your familiar didn't resemble so heavily upon arachnids, which you had a slight fear of...

A familiar that resembles Pakunoda would be a shorthair cat like creature with wings because it's cute to me 😤 the familiar would be clingy in a way that never halters your journey. And despite it's smaller size, they are quite lethal. They always sleep beside you or on top of

A familiar that resembles Shalnark would be bat-like in nature with some more softer traits that make it appear more like a harmless enchilada. Likes to play 'hunt' with you, and usually pesters you in whatever way they please due to their nocturnal nature.

A familiar that resembles Shizuku would be a fuzzy leech/caterpillar hybrid. You definitely needed time to learn how a to get used to it's presence, after discovering while it was harmless to you the creature has no issues with using it's hundreds of teeth on anything or anyone around you.

A familiar that resembles Franklin looks like well.... a lot of things. It has such a form that makes even the most well traveled folks in this world wonder how the hell such a creature can exist. When your familiar first came to you, it was large enough to make your parents who kept cattle a little worried. It wouldn't take much for it to cause some serious trouble if it wished to. With how much it insisted on coddling you was likely from the start.

(I'll add everyone I didn't put on here tomorrow 💗)

[cheesecakethots]

The soft smile on Chrollo’s lips quickly forms into a smirk. He debates whether he should reveal himself yet, but decides against it, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. You’re too cute for your own good.

You’re too busy checking yourself out in the mirror to notice his presence, wearing that dark black coat that’s usually on him. It’s much too long for you, scraping against the floor with each little turn you do.

He sighs, seating himself on the sofa on the opposite side of the room. Might as well get himself comfortable, as this is ten times more entertaining than anything he’s ever seen.

You spin around, probably to watch the coat twirl with you, but mid-spin you catch sight of him and almost topple over.

He’s watching you with a fist propping his chin up, eyes soft and relaxed, and the sight has your chest feeling constricted.

You press a hand over your beating heart, panting a little while embarrassment settles in your bones. God, he’ll never let you live this down. He had told you he was out for the day, you didn’t expect him to be back until much later, the lying bastard.

“You- You could’ve said you were there!”

Chrollo chuckles, his tone as gentle as always, “But why would I interrupt such a lovely moment? You seemed to be enjoying yourself, my dear.”

Despite the innocence in his words, you can practically smell the smugness wafting off of him.

“Don’t read too much into it!” You blabber out, quickly shrugging the admittedly comfy coat off of your shoulders, “I was just curious, okay? It looked super warm.”

He grins, “Curious?”

Fucking asshole.

You take off the coat, holding it up to him, “You can have it back. It reeks of you anyway, I don’t want it.”

The spider doesn’t say anything or even move from his seat, instead simply raising an eyebrow in a playful manner, and lifting a hand up as a signal for you to come over and pass it to him.

Your eyes narrow. “Nuh-uh. You come get it. I’m not your maid.”

His smile widens. “While I must admit the imagery of you in said uniform is… pleasing, I’m not treating you as such. I’m comfortable here, and you’re the one who got it out, aren’t you, darling?”

The gaze that’s locked onto you is full of amusement, and two of his fingers beckon you forward.

With a glare and eventual sigh, you move closer, still holding the coat out. “There, you can grab it now, you laz- ah!” Your words are cut off when his hand reaches out like some snake attempting to wrap around helpless prey, latching onto your arm and tugging you into his lap. He catches the coat that slips out of your hands, holding it up with one for you to see.

“There, now I have it.”

“You pervert!” You cry out, legs kicking to no avail. The man laughs, unwavered by your petty struggles as he lays a hand to rest atop one of your thighs and leans closer so that he can whisper in your ear, “Oh, if only you knew.”

His mouth quickly lands on your neck, laying passionate kisses down it. You feel your face grow hot, especially when a quiet moan leaves him, his hands holding you all the more closer.

“Next time,” he murmurs, his voice deep and lustful, “you should consider wearing only the coat.”

You’re not sure if you want to slap the smirk off his face or kiss it.

[kimbap-r0ll]

I have a hxh request ! feitan with an s/o who speaks his native language headcanons :)

Hey, thank you for the ask! I've been super busy so I haven't been able to get to the multi-character asks but once I have some time for myself I should get to them, thank you to everyone who submitted an ask as well ^^

Feitan x s/o who understands his language

Honestly he would be surprised, like he might've been cursing under his breath about something or someone and you're just like "yeah same" in his language

He would think you only know some phrases (honestly that would impress him too) but then you start full conversations with him. Feitan would tell you "huh, not bad" but on the inside he's fully like "HELL YEAH SOMEONE ELSE!"

You two definitely have convos just between the two of you. Sometimes you guys both rant about troupe shenanigans, maybe something Phinks did that week or Hisoka in general haha. Either way, you two have a lot of secret chats

I think it would be easier for him to speak his feelings and his mind to you if you knew his language. He feels less awkward about it, and he feels like he can express himself better. Feitan still hates talking about his emotions, but it will be easier to convince him to talk to you about how's he's feeling if you ask in his language

If you ever use lovey or romantic language to him expect him to be super flustered. He'll just bury his face more into his clothes haha

Overall, I think it would make him approach you easier than if you didn't know his language. It also makes him feel like he has a connection with you when you two first meet, which helps you befriend him.

[cat3ch1sm]

hii! could i request hcs about illumi's fiancé meeting the zoldycks? something along the lines of her being expected to be the next lady of the house and getting used to the mansion's lifestyle (having butlers, being secluded on a mountain, having the entire family living together)? it would also be nice to see her getting along with the little siblings (killua, kalluto, and alluka)

sorry if i left out any necessary details in this request :(

~✰♡✰♡✰~ hellooo! thanks for ur request :)) haven’t written for hxh in a little while so im happy to write this for you and our favorite bug-eyed assassin :3 if you’re ever unsure about what info to put in a request, just visit the pinned post! ily 💚

fem!reader

𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜é 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤𝐬

illumi isn’t close with his family in the same sense that normal people are close with their families, but nonetheless he feels the need to inform them of major developments in his life. through a letter he tells his family of his engagement, and says that he is going to bring you to his home to see them all.

silva is indifferent, and zeno couldn’t care less, but kikyo is ecstatic that her illumi is finally going to marry someone- and that it isn’t that awful clown hisoka. she’d been seriously concerned for a second there. but she rounds up all the members of her family to be present on the day of your arrival (using excessive force because nobody really wanted to come besides alluka, who was only allowed to meet you because killua threatened to not show up unless alluka was permitted as well).

when you and illumi first arrive after the lengthy trip up the mountain, you are greeted by butlers gotoh and canary, whose presence startles you. you were aware of illumi’s great wealth and status, but it was certainly different from how you’d grown up. just getting inside the actual home is a process- illumi’s strength slightly freaking you out when he pushes open four of the doors to the entrance of the mansion without breaking a sweat and then encountering Mike, the Zoldycks’ monstrous dog. illumi does notice your apprehension, though, and plainly assures you that the dog won’t harm anybody it isn’t supposed to. you’re still visibly nervous, though, so illumi has you come closer to him and hold on to his arm. regardless, you realize it may be tougher to settle in than you thought.

at last, though, illumi brings you to his family. nobody reacts much outwardly to your presence, but you notice a white-haired boy with catlike eyes observing you closely, his expression a mixture of suspicion and confusion. standing beside the boy are two other black haired children- one with short black hair standing somberly with his hands folded in front of him, and the other an eager blue-eyed girl whose gaze sparkles as she looks at you. the white haired boy stands right behind the blue-eyed child. the tall, blonde man with a large frame illumi tells you is Silva, his father, and the slightly shorter man with white hair beside him is illumi’s grandfather, zeno.

without warning, you feel thin arms thrown around you in an embrace, and you almost jump out of your skin. but when you are released, you see the woman that can only be your fiancés mother, the only member of the family illumi had warned told you about prior to the visit. kikyo wears a large dress with an ostentatious petticoat and hat, and most notably a visor over where her eyes would be with one red glowing dot. her appearance is unsettling, and you find it a little difficult to force a smile when she greets you. illumi watches you from the side of his eye, his face unreadable.

just as kikyo is pulling away, something gleaming and silver and large is thrown right at your head, whizzing right by kikyo’s hat and slicing off a single hair from the feather on her hat. you don’t hesitate to lift your hand to your face and catch the sword immediately, the blade slicing your hand- but you don’t flinch as the blood seeps onto the blade and down your arm. you tilt your head to the side to see your assailant is silva, his arm still poised in throwing position. his expression grows less stony once he sees you’ve caught his weapon.

there’s a moment of icy silence, you lowering the weapon to your side, and silva watches you even more intently before uttering a flat “welcome to the family.” with that, he and his father turn and disappear elsewhere inside the mansion. kikyo, though, takes this as her cue to immediately grab you so you two can walk by yourselves throughout the mansion. illumi doesn’t look super pleased to see his mother take you, but he knows better than to try and stop her.

you two are navigating the long, hollow corridors of the zoldyck home. you pass many unsettling family pictures and paintings as well as various weapons like swords and arrows on the walls, and several human sculptures that seem a little too realistic. you’re also sure that you pass at least two torture chambers. it’s an eerie atmosphere, which was what you’d expected, but it doesn’t help your nerves.

kikyo either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about your apprehension, and instead starts talking about how much she’s wanted a daughter and how thrilled she is to finally have a “daughter” to take in. but then she grows eerily serious. she talks about how you’ll be expected to be the next lady of the house and, since you’re becoming a zoldyck, how you’ll have to follow the same codes they do as a family and exhibit the same values- which makes you antsy. the woman clearly seems a bit unhinged. you’re relieved when the walk ends and you’re returned to your fiancé, who gestures for you to take his arm again. illumi’s mother’s mood changes drastically yet again and she storms off, shrieking to her husband that it’s rude for him to walk off after hardly having said anything.

now you and illumi are left with the four other children- the white-haired boy, the girl with long hair, the boy with short hair and purple-pink eyes, and a homely fat boy behind the three younger ones. he holds a small console in front of his face and doesn’t even seem to acknowledge your presence. illumi introduces them to you.

“y/n, i’d like you to meet my siblings,” illumi states in his usual manner, walking slowly towards them. gesturing to the white-haired boy, he says, “this is my brother, killua. i call him kil.” he looks down at his brother with an eerie smile and black eyes like pits, but killua keeps his stony gaze straight ahead. his hand rests on the shoulder of the girl in front of him.

“this is my youngest brother, kalluto,” illumi continues, placing a large hand on top of the boy’s head. his hands remain folded in front of him, and he gives you a polite nod. looking toward the fat boy behind kalluto, his expression slightly curling into one of disdain, illumi tells you, “and this is the second oldest, milluki.” milluki doesn’t acknowledge you at all, which seems to visibly irritate illumi, but he doesn’t reprimand the boy.

you’re confused when illumi doesn’t introduce the girl, and you glance up at him in confusion. “illumi, what about her?” you look down at the girl in front of killua, who looks surprised for a second, and so does killua behind her. “you forgot to tell me her name. she’s a beautiful little girl.” you manage a small smile, leaning down slightly to stroke the girl’s hair. her blue eyes sparkle with joy, and killua looks up at you as well, looking a little confused but also very relieved. “your mother said she had no daughters.”

illumi’s eyes lower ever so slightly, giving him a dismissive look. “she doesn’t,” he answers flatly, and his tone makes you feel like that’s the end of the discussion. you’re definitely lost- but you suppose it’s something illumi will have to fill you in on later. you glance sideways at illumi, hand still resting in the girl’s hair. she definitely doesn’t seem to mind you, and killua appears to have warmed up to you as well. milluki’s vanished elsewhere and kalluto watches the whole exchange from the corner of his eye.

suddenly you all hear kikyo call for illumi, who immediately stands up upon hearing his name. “you will remain here until i return.” he tells you, his tone no-nonsense, and heels clicking he makes his way down the dark hallway, leaving you alone with the kids.

the second illumi is out of earshot, the girl brightens up. “hi!” she chirps, bouncing on her feet excitedly. “my name is alluka!”

you’re slightly startled, but you smile at the girl anyway and tell her hi, still wondering why illumi seems so detached from this girl in particular.

killua seems to read your mind. “i know what you’re thinking,” he tells you, not unkindly. “listen, my family doesn’t like alluka much- and they refer to her with male pronouns. just go along with it in front of them. it’s safer for you.” he pauses, then looks down. “but thanks for being nice to her.”

you frown and nod, deciding not to ask any more questions about it. kalluto still hasn’t said anything, but somehow you don’t feel like this boy will be anything to worry about.

with alluka and killua having warmed up to you, you get into a conversation, and kalluto eventually offers a few words after awhile- although never acknowledging alluka directly. most of it is basically killua wondering how the hell you managed to get engaged to someone like illumi.

“No way he didn’t force you to go out with him.”

“What the hell do you even see in that guy? He’s batshit crazy- and he’s definitely not a model.”

“How’d he propose? Did he try to kill you and you survived?”

“‘Man, you really gotta be messed up for Illumi to like you.”

“What even made him wanna get married to you? What even made you wanna get married to him?”

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“And you said yes? You’re crazy!”

that’s all i got :3 hope u enjoyed <33

[glimzo]

another one of the periodic life update photos alluka sends to gon

this addition chronicling the adventures of two gay siblings getting their required morning coffee

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