#killua oneshot

[crusty-chronicles]

🎪Crusty's Masterlist of Madness🎪

A Masterlist of all my current works so things are easier to find. An 🔞 marker for any smut fics. Everything else is just fluff.

RULES FOR REQUESTING- please check this out before requesting. Thank you 😘

Airheaded S/O Headcannons: Just a bunch of head cannons of characters (mostly anime) who I feel would thrive with a very stupid, yet incredibly strong S/O

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*old* The Guide To An Idiot's Heart: A Viktor x airheaded s/o fic.

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Hunter x Hunter

Multi chapter fics

Moon and Sun:(Platonic) Older reader goes soft after unexpectedly looking out for two boys. Whether it be troubled past or mutant ants, their promise to protect will never waiver.

🔞Forgiveness and Acceptance:

It's been a little over a year since the Chimera Ant Incident. A year since you'd made that fateful decision to run away during the fight with Pitou, leaving Kite behind in the process. A year of trying to cope with the aftermath. Blaming yourself for his death and subsequent resurrection, coming back as the very creature that had ended his life. Trying to navigate through your relationship with guilt weighing heavy on your shoulders. So much so that you'd do just about anything for him. Kite however, doesn't view your relationship through the same negative light you do.(Confirmed sequel to Moon and Sun.)

🔞Sandwiched Between:Getting a little too drunk, you and your friends start getting frisky. Unfortunately for you, you're sandwiched between a man who wants to ruin you and another who treats you like glass. PART 1 2

🔞Love Me Like I'm Your Last: A quickie with Kite leads to more than you expected. PART 1 2 3

One shots/Headcannons/Drabbles

🔞Med School Won't Pay for Itself: In which Leorio seeks a different means to make money for med school

Why MaS Reader Doesn't Get Along With Kurapika

🔞Kite with an S/O on Their Period

Kite As A Dad

Kurapika with a Phantom Troupe Hating S/O

HxH Men Throwing Down with their S/O's Plushies

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Yu Yu Hakusho

Multi chapter fics

Not so Bad: The gang find a small, frazzled reader after being sent to stop a demon trafficking ring. Upon arriving to the location, they quickly realized everyone was dead, everyone except you. Reader is taken in and becomes attached to a particular demon with three eyes. PART 1 2

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One shots/Headcannons/Drabbles

Just Friends: In which our favorite fox realizes something while you tend to his wounds

Hiei Courting Headcannons: How our favorite three eyes demon courts Reader

Stubborn: In which our two favorite demons tend to and scold Reader for being careless during a fight.

Hands Off: What happens when someone tries to woo Hiei's very stupid S/O. What happens when they move in to kiss. Absolute madness is what.

Hiei with a Tall S/O

Reactions to Reader Being Hit On and Going to Them for Protection

Yu Yu Hakusho Men Receiving Flowers

Revelations: It's no secret Kurama's soft on you. But when his demon form finally sees the light after hundreds of years, the fact only further cements itself.

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Jin With A Human Bookworm S/O

Hiei Bringing His Airheaded S/O To Demon World

[imagineanime2022]

The Girl I'll Marry

Aged up!Killua Zoldyck X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 806

Requested: Anon

Request: can I get a kabe-don scenario with killua? 👉👈🥺

A/N: Killua is aged up, not given a specific age but definitely over the age of 18 years old

You had met Killua when you were younger, he had been travelling with his sister at the time and you ran into each other a few times while travelling, eventually you ended up travelling together instead. You were often arguing between each other and Alluka would just laugh at you.

You should have known the moment that he gave you his name that he was going to be a problem, he was from the Zoldyck family after all. The more that you travelled together the more you realised that you were falling for him but you had spent so much time arguing that you were convinced that he didn’t feel the same way about you and he all but confirmed it when he came back from talking to his parents.

“I can’t believe them!” Killua opened the door to the room that you were both staying in, you glanced over at him as he slammed the door closed. Killua had grown in the time that you had been together, you were always reminded of that when he walked through a door, the same as the muscle he had gathered over the years also highlighted. “What happened?” You asked, turning to look at him as he kicked off his trainers, falling back on your bed instead of making his way to the other bed, his head resting on your shins as you sat up to look at him. “You have your own bed, you know.” “Mmm, not for long.” He mumbled. “What are you talking about?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “My parents have decided that it’s time that I get married given my age.” He explained. “They said that if I don’t choose my own bride they will choose her for me.” “How very old fashioned of them.” You shifted your legs into a more comfortable position as you looked at him. “What are you going to do?” “I told them that I already have someone that I intend to marry.” Killua answered. “Didn’t know such a girl existed.” You teased as you moved your legs from underneath him, you needed to get away from this conversation, you knew he wasn’t going to choose you and his parents were barely aware of your existence, so they weren’t going to choose you. You decided to get ready to go out into the sun by the pool. “Of course she exists, you definitely met her, you know she really pretty, badass fights for herself, not afraid to tell me that I’m wrong- Wait where are you going?” He asked. “I’m going to the pool.” You answered as you continued getting ready. “Why are you going to the pool all of a sudden? You seemed pretty happy here before we started talking about arranged marriages.” He was laying on his back, you would have been upside down to him but he still caught the roll of your eyes as you walked towards the door. “(Y/N) wait.” He called and you turned for a second, but that was all he needed, his hand slamming on the wall by your head causing you to jump as you looked at him. “W-what are you doing?” You asked. “You didn’t let me tell you who she is.” He said softly as he moved closer to your face, there was a small spark of hope in your chest as you were waiting but you didn’t let it take hold. “Does it matter who she is?” You asked. “It really does.” He answered as you looked at him. “Then tell me who it is. I have things that I need to do.” You grumbled. “The girl is you.” He said, leaning down to properly catch your eye he took note of your red cheeks and you trying to avoid his eyes, he gently reached out, taking your chin and directing your gaze to him. “A-are you serious?” You asked. “Well I did tell my parents that it would be you, so it’s pretty serious.” He answered with a nod. “You told them that!? We’re not even dating.” You reminded him. “Well we can change that pretty easily.” He leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Not without a date we can’t.” You mumbled and he smirked. “A date?” He asked. “A nice one.” You added and he nodded, pressing another kiss to your forehead before his lips dropped to your ear. “It’ll be the best date you’ve ever been on.” He pulled back a smile on his face as he pointed to the door “now go relax by the pool while I get everything ready, I think Alluka is still down there, I’ll come get you when it’s ready.” “Right.” You nodded a smile on your face as you made your way down to the pool where you would wait for him.

Request Here!!

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✦「Husband! Illumi Zoldck x Chubby! Wife! Reader」✦

ɴᴀᴍᴇ║ Illumi Zoldyck

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ/ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ║ Hunter x Hunter

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ║ 19,867

「ᴀꜰʟ」 𝟏𝟖+ 「ᴘᴡᴘ」 ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ━━━➤ 「ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ」

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

❝ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ.❞

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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Now onto the smut :)

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

His hands caressed the bare skin of your back under your shirt, light fluttery touches that heated every inch of skin he stroked.

The male's face was hidden in between your breast, his pupilless optics closed as he breathed soundly. Your scent filled his nose, a scent that reminded him of the ocean breeze.

Like a splash of orange bergamot mixed with woody base notes, a freshness that was like a relaxing fragrance.

He could breathe that scent every day if he could. The smell of his wife, the only human - other than his younger brother Killua - that he dare ever 'exhibit' the emotion of love.

Your hands diligently ran through his sleek midnight black locks, never encountering a tangle or knot. Perfect silky hair, that you couldn't help but be jealous of a few times.

Tenderly you kissed his cold pale forehead, a contrast to your warm lips that radiated heat. It was an intimate moment, something Illumi wasn't used to executing but was gradually becoming accustomed to it.

Slowly the eldest Zoldyck son raised his head and indolently opened his orbs to gaze up at your face. You glanced down at him and smiled soothingly, continuing to run your hands through his hair.

His hand that ran up and down your spine intimately halted for a moment, his cold fingertips lingering on your skin.

"(Y/n)." He called your name in a quiet tone, you could feel the vibration of his speech against your stomach.

"Yes?" You answered him in a palliative manner on that quiet night.

"I really do care about you."

Your hands ceased their movement in his hair, your breath becoming caught in your throat for a second before you laughed gently.

"Oh, Illumi." You cooed and enclosed your arms around his head, pressing his face back into your chest. "I love you too."

The brunet found himself rolling his jade black optics before closing them again and continuing his tender strokes on your spine.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

A heavy sigh echoed from your lips. The memory of your intimate moment with your husband when you were freshly married danced across your vision like an old film.

Or more like a childhood movie that gave you a sense of nostalgia watching it years later. Gradually closing the child book in your hand, you gazed down at your son's sleeping face.

The frown on your lips twitched into a small smile that quickly fell asunder when you thought about the memory again.

Xenon's tranquil expression had you carefully relocate a lock of his midnight black hair out of his face. The six-year-old was a spitting image of his father and only really displayed your skin color.

His hair was lengthy, refusing to cut it so it was similar to his father. The same black pupilless optics retained a better vision than an ordinary individual.

When the boy grows up he'll look like a copy, taking almost all of the Zoldyck genes. You huffed quietly at the thought but leaned forward to place a tender kiss on his warm forehead.

"Goodnight, Xenon." You whispered silently and withdrew from his lavish bedroom. Quietly closing his door your attention trained down the hall at Illumi's office.

It has been a while since you've spoken to your husband, ages since you've held a decent conversion. He was either too occupied with work or out on an assigned mission.

You sighed wearily, your stomach abruptly feeling heavy as you ambled closer to his office. Knocking on it with the back of your fist, there was no response.

Behind the door, you could hear the sound of paper shuffling and the pressing of keys on a keyboard. You knocked louder, regarding a slight strain in your knuckles now.

This time you received a response.

"What is it, (Y/n)?"

You turned the diamond handle and peered inside the dim office. Your husband sat in his chair at his desk, his long nimble fingers aggressively typing away at something.

Stacks of paper decorated his table and the bowl of soup you gave him this morning was still uneaten. You frowned at the sight. It had been more than twelve hours since eleven o'clock am when you first handed him the dish.

He didn't even touch it. And you knew he hadn't left his office all day which meant that he was skipping meals.

"Illumi, my husband, why haven't you touched the soup?" You questioned him, fully stepping into the room and closing the door behind you.

The male simply hummed in response and shifted his gaze to a packet next to his laptop. Biting the inside of your cheek you strode forward and stood in front of his metal desk.

"Illumi, it's not good to skip meals just because you are busy. I know you can last days without eating but while you are home...I would appreciate it if you wouldn't underfeed yourself like this."

Your husband's tapping came to a halt, his pupilless orbs glancing up at your face for only a second before returning to his screen.

You took that as his response to your sentence and sighed profoundly. Striding around his table you paused behind him and lightly settled your hands on his broad shoulders.

"Illumi, it's late and I'm going to be retiring for bed. Will you...perhaps be joining me tonight? I would really appreciate it." You articulated with a hopeful expression displaying on your face.

For some time you've been sleeping alone at night, retreating to bed first with Illumi joining you much later only to wake first and leave you alone in the morning.

It had been like that for a long time and only once In a blue moon would he ever leave the safety of his desk to join you in bed.

You couldn't help but feel distraught by his actions but you knew Illumi was different than the normal person. He saw most things as useless and demeaning, a waste of time or bothersome.

But when he did care or attempt to ever show any emotion other than aloof or stoic, he was at least trying. It was the effort that counted and that's what really drew you into your husband.

You understood him unusually well, complimenting his lack of interest with your enthusiastic attitude. And your ability to always look for even the most minute details allowed for you to see the tiny smiles he may display or the small gestures he would do for you.

He was like dark rain clouds rolling in on a sunny day. Most wouldn't enjoy it for it being as if he was ruining a once bright day that held warm air and cool wind.

But to you, you didn't see him as such a misfortune. Yes, the glow of the sun might be gone now, but the soothing sound of rain pelting your roof was cathartic.

And the cool wind was palliative as you were able to bundle yourself in blankets and cozy up to the fireplace.

You found more positives in Illumi than negatives; a man that was just different than the rest but it did not mean he didn't deserve the same amount of love.

Even if he were busy every night, engrossed in his work or possibly being entertained by someone other than you, you still wouldn't love him any less.

Your love for your husband runs deep like the ocean and never strays from its origin. You don't want to lose the man who you believed was your only love, so you avoided speaking about any of your fears that might make him snap.

Or conveying confrontations that he would just ignore or propose to speak about on another day for he was too busy. You don't think your heart could handle such a thing if it were to transpire.

So you would just stay the perfect compliant wife for your husband.

There was no response for a moment before the male flipped the page in his document, "No, I have too much to do tonight. You shouldn't stay up waiting for me and compromise your health."

The smile instantly sank from your lips and your shoulders deflated. You could feel your throat tightening for a second as tears glazed over your (e/c) optics.

A sob was stuck in your throat, unable to echo out into the room. Attempting to sniffle quietly, you released his shoulders and shuffled back.

"A-Are you sure?" You sought, your voice growing weaker at the end.

He barely even nodded his head in acknowledgment. Heavy tears escaped your bottom lids and cascaded down your (s/c) hued cheeks.

For once you were glad Illumi wasn't looking at you. You would find it embarrassing if he noticed you weeping over a silly little thing.

He wouldn't fathom why the tears ran like a river from his rejection. And you knew he wouldn't do what you wanted because he just didn't understand.

A deep exhalation rang from beneath your lungs as you wiped the tears off your face and stepped toward his office door. Quietly you opened it, turning back slightly to get one more glance of your handsome husband before bedtime.

"Good night, Illumi. I love you, and please...get some rest."

Your husband's tapping halted and his gaze gradually rose to meet yours. His blank stare appeared rather longing for a moment with his lips twitching down into a frown.

Oh, that beautiful dark, jade black eyes of his always showed more emotion than his pale face ever would. You could see that emotion he refuses to admit he has surrendered to.

Or at least you think you can.

"Sleep well, (Y/n). Do not stay up late." He mumbled, tilting his head back slightly to smooth a knot in his neck.

His words made you smile scarcely, ambling back towards his desk. Your hands reached for his head and carefully - as if he was a newborn babe - held him securely.

You leaned down, your warm lips connecting with his cool forehead for a few seconds. Pulling back, you gave him a large closed-eyed smile.

"Ok." Your voice was barely above a whisper as you released his head and stepped out of his office, closing his door with shaky hands.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

It felt as if eyes were observing you, staring holes into your frame that had your skin ignite. It was as if ants were biting at your flesh, irritating it and stirring you awake from your slumber.

Gradually you opened your (e/c) orbs and pulled the blanket from over your head. When you turned your head to the empty space where Ilumi lay, you did not expect to see your six-year-old son sitting with his legs crossed.

His jade black pupilless optics stared down at you with an observing gaze, almost too serious for his young age.

"Xenon..." Your voice cracked as you gradually slid up and leaned against the headboard. "What are you doing, little one?"

The boy hummed at your question and flicked a strand of his long hair behind his head. "I just missed you." He replied, voice almost void of emotion like his father.

You puckered your lips and crossed your arms under your chest. "That's cute but I know there's more to it."

"Father requested that I spend more time with you."

The two of you didn't say anything as you just stared at each other with blank expressions. It was eerily quiet in your spacious bedroom, the only sound coming from the open door of your terrace.

Swiftly before your son could react, your grasped his arms and pulled him against your body. His already large eyes went wide, grunting slightly as he fell into your lap.

"M-Mother!" He hissed, but you simply squeezed his frame against your plumper one. "Stop it this instant!"

"No~." You hummed, embracing him closer and peppering his face with kisses.

Your son grunted and attempted to shimmy himself free but your grip was much tighter than he assumed. "Come on, let me go. Your breath stinks."

You stopped hugging him, freezing like a statue before hurling the boy in the air and letting him fall on the bouncy mattress.

Covering your mouth, you turned away and steered to your bathroom.

"YOU DON'T EMBARRASS YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!" You yelled in the echoing room.

"WELL, WHY DON'T YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH FIRST!?"

"WHAT DO YOU EXPECT WHEN YOU'RE RIGHT THERE WHEN I WAKE UP!?" Your voice was still loud through the closed door.

Xenon threw a pillow at your bathroom door and left a dent in the wooden barrier. "Just brush your teeth already."

You groaned from inside the bathroom and aggressively scrubbed at your teeth, vexed that your own six-year-old son called you out.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Staring at the closed book in your hand, you inhaled deeply and threw the thick object on the coffee table.

Air blew out of your nose like an animal as you began roaming aimlessly around the wing. For a while now you've been losing interest in things that used to give you joy.

It was hard to read, the exhilaration you used to feel in your chest reading a story no longer sparked within your heart and your attention now started to drift off the page.

You were angered that you couldn't read like you used to, and even more enraged at the fact that this lack of interest and focus was starting to gravitate towards your other hobbies and joys.

The days were rather quiet, lonesome as the span of time passed by. It felt as though the days were repeating, virtually the same every time.

However each day grew dimmer, your lack of interest soon being accompanied by your lack of self-care. You struggled to even leave your bed and take care of your body.

If it wasn't for Xenon who visited you early in the morning to awaken you and remind you to brush your teeth and eat, you would have never even done it for yourself.

Unfortunately, your dear soon would depart soon after for his lessons with his great-grandfather Zeno and grandfather Sylva, leaving you home alone in the wing.

It seemed as though you were seeing your husband less and less. The man left for longer assassinations and you couldn't help but feel as if he was intentionally disregarding you.

You were always someone that took on guilt, even if it was never your fault. You could have done nothing wrong and still feel as though you were the problem.

Blame it on your kind heart or blame it on your trauma, this was just how you were. A little too empathetic for the harsh world you lived in.

And you had to keep telling yourself the same things over and over again.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢.

That's what you thought. That's what you told yourself. But you couldn't help it when those dark shadowy thoughts rained over your head and whispered its deceit in your ears.

Some days it felt as though they sat upon your chest, weighing down on you and refusing to let you up. Just sitting there, whispering like it always does.

Gossiping about the same things again and again.

This is all your fault. It's because you're ugly. It's because you can't satisfy him anymore. It's because you're boring. It's because he doesn't need you anymore.

It's because you stress him out. It's because you're nothing special. It's because you can't do anything right. It's because you're emotionally unstable. It's because you push him away with your neediness.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

"Ahh!"

You jumped in fright from the ringing noise that brought you out of your spiraling thoughts. Your heart still thumped audibly in your chest and you could feel the beads of sweat on the back of your neck.

Somewhere in the wing of the Zoldyck mansion, you were lost and paranoid. The surroundings to you are unfamiliar and foreign.

At the moment you were shaken up, you'll admit it and it was all from the shadow thoughts you tried to suppress.

With shaky hands, you grasped the (f/c) phone from the pocket of your apron and glanced down at the screen. A number you never expected to be calling was displayed across your cellular device.

Answering it, you called out in an uncertain tone. "H-Hello."

"(Y/n)~♥."

A breath you didn't know you were holding in was released. You laughed almost thankfully and scratched the top of your head.

"Hisoka, hey. I'm sorry I haven't spoken to you in so long. I've just...I've just been busy with family life. Taking care of Xenon...and Illumi."

The fuchsia-haired male hummed on the line. "I'll forgive you, for now~♠. Ignoring your oldest friend since childhood really puts a damper on my mood you know~♦."

A laugh reverberated from your mouth as you began retracing your steps and making your way back to your floor.

"Friendship? I think It was more of me using my nen to heal you every time I found you dying against my front door! Remember when you tried to kill me the first time!? We were only twelve years old, If I didn't have you sedated I would have been dead!"

It was silent for a moment before the two of you shared a laugh. A genuine laugh that had your mouth hurt from smiling.

"See, it all worked out in the end~♣!"

"You homicidal joker!" You snapped back in a playful manner before shaking your head. "Anyway, as much as I am thankful for your call, you wouldn't be contacting me for no reason."

One of your hands diligently grasped onto the railing as you carefully strolled up the swirling stairs.

"Ah, my little (Y/n), you are so smart~♥!"

"You are just flattering me, Hisoka. Now get to the point!"

"Fiesty girl~♦!" He hollered, laughing narrowly at his own words which caused you to roll your own eyes. "I'm going to be in town tomorrow and of course, I would like the chance to see my best friend~♠. We can go into the city do a little shopping, eat around, scout for strong competitors~♣!"

You laughed aloud, grasping the handle to your bedroom door and opening it with a little too much enthusiasm.

"Really!?" You sought, your voice rising and you could feel your eyes grow slightly wide. "I'm in for the shopping and food but please leave your odd lust for the strong out of it! I haven't been out of the mansion in years, let alone spoken with anyone else other than the Zoldyck Family!"

"I'm glad that you are excited but (Y/n), please don't leave the last part out~♥!"

"No! Remember what happened last time!?"

Before Hisoka could respond the voice of your son filled your room. "Mom, who are laughing with on the phone?" He inquired, only his head visible as he stuck it out from behind the wall.

"Hold up, it's Xenon." You placed your phone against your chest as if attempting the muffle any noise that could be heard. "It's just an old friend."

The boy pursed his lips, grumbling to himself slightly before revealing his full form. Unexpectedly, in a matter of seconds, Xenon was standing atop your bed, your phone in his hands as he hung up the call.

"What the- Xenon, what the hell!?"

You snatched the cellular device back from your child and crossed your arms under your chest. "That's rude of you, boy. Where are your manners?" You sought.

The midnight-haired boy let his legs give out so he could bounce on the mattress. His thigh-length hair sprawling around and his body and the bed.

"He sounded weird." He declared while gazing up at you with his pupilless optics. You opened your mouth to reply but the words were stuck in your throat.

'Damn, he's right though.' You thought. Awkwardly you laughed, rubbing the back of your neck while thinking about what to say.

"Well, Hisoka is a bit odd...but he has always taken care of me since we were children. Kind of like Killua and your relationship. Killua has babysat you multiple times and cared for you like a brother."

Your son jerked his head, his fingers playing through his hair while you took a seat next to him on the bed.

With the way the bed shook and how your son bounced on the mattress, heat rushed to your cheeks. Your fingers twitched from the mortification, you don't remember weighing so much enough to make such a huge reaction.

Xenon furrowed his brows at your face and frowned. "Mom?" He asked quietly.

"Oh, um!" A laugh reverberated from your lips. You placed a hand on the boy's head, feeling the texture of his hair under the tender skin of your palm. "It's nothing."

The boy observed you with attentive dark eyes. Your hand carefully migrated to his cheek where you began to caress his warm (s/c) skin. "I just love you so much, you know."

Slight, very slight color rose to his face as he dropped his gaze and puckered his lips. "I know." He murmured softly, letting you continue to rub his cheek intimately.

Another sigh left your lips, your chest feeling heavy once again until you remember your plans for the next day.

A chance to be out of this mansion, a chance to meet one of your oldest friends, a chance to not be bothered by the looming shadows that whispered like chaotic bugs when you were alone.

"Alright baby, it's almost time for dinner. I believe your grandmother wanted to eat with us today."

"That old hag?"

"Xenon! ...Make sure you don't call her that to her face."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Removing the towel from over your torso, you dressed in your undergarments while humming to yourself.

Turning around you glanced at your reflection and you could feel your fingers clench. You swallowed thickly, stepping closer to the wall-length mirror.

A shaky breath left your lips, it's been a while since you've looked at your reflection. No, really looked at it.

Your breath was caught in your throat, your teeth biting into your shaky bottom lip. You were much different than what you used to look like.

You don't look as good as you used to when Illumi first fell in love with you.

With a feather-like touch, you trailed your fingers down your sides. You noted how much accentuated your curves are now.

Your waist dipped in while your hips protruded outwards. You had to stop wearing your tight-fitting clothes and opt for more stretchy garments or dresses.

Not only did your mid-section grow in size but so did your bottom and stomach. Your bottom was much rounder, thicker with cellulite and stretch marks scoring your skin.

The same could be said for your stomach. Plumper and soft it was around your mid-section. A prominent scar below the curve of your bellow from Xenon's birth.

Slowly you rose your arms up and shook them, observing as the skin around your biceps jiggled and so did your thighs.

You were much bigger than what you once were, and maybe that's why your relationship with your husband has turned sour.

Illumi may have always had a blunt tongue but when he fell in love with you, he learned how to hold back from what he would think to not hurt your feelings.

That's why he stayed away, that's why he didn't kiss you anymore, that's why he wouldn't touch you.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

Your hands covered your face, your eyes wide as you struggled to breathe. It was compressing down on your lungs, clenching down on your throat.

As if you were hyperventilating, gasping, and wheezing while you fell to your knees. Curling into a fetal position, hiding.

It hurt, the way everything just throbbed. Your own thoughts made you ache with a pain that felt greater than a physical injury.

And then your phone rang.

The sudden sensation of your throat opening up and your lungs functioning again allowed you to breathe in the air you've been so desperate for.

Swallowing thickly it took you a few moments to collect yourself. Tears could be felt trailing down your face, trickling down your chin, and connecting with the skin of your chest.

It took a lot of energy to crawl yourself up onto your bed and grasp your phone that continued to ring. Answering it, your voice was much weaker than you intended.

"Hello."

"(Y/n)~♥. I'm almost to the Zoldyck estate, you better be ready for when I arive~♣!"

You let out a deep breath, wiping your face with the back of your hand while a weak laugh reverberated from your mouth.

"Ok, ok, I'm still getting ready so I'm going to hang up and finish dressing." The male hummed on the other line before hanging up and leaving you in silence once again.

You swallowed thickly, slowly lowering your phone and grasping for the lamp next to you on the bed. Once the cool metal touched the delicate skin of your palm, you snatched it and hurled it at the mirror.

Glass shattering echoed in the room, its shards connected with your marble flooring and dusting it with microscopic particles.

A little longer of just sitting in silence did you wait before you decided to get ready. It was around spring, warm with some cool wind so you decided on a periwinkle-hued maxi dress with thin straps around over your shoulders.

Lilia-white kimono dressed over your arms to conceal your upper torso as you slipped on a pair of open-toed wedges.

You didn't even want to look in the mirror again so you just blindly did your hair and make-up. There wasn't much you could do without seeing your reflection so you hoped you at least appeared decent.

A text buzzed on your phone, Hisoka was here at the front waiting for you.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

When you sped out from the Zoldyck estate, The fuchsia-haired male gradually turned to face you and you watched as his jaw slackened.

"It's been 5 years since you were married and you look even more stunning than you did in that wedding dress~♦."

You could feel your cheeks warm up and your eyes widening from his words. "Hisoka!" Thankfully as you dipped your head, the floppy straw hat hid your flattered expression.

The male grinned from your reaction and came close, hugging your frame tight against his body. You could hear him inhale deeply, the scent of your perfume was rather strong today.

"You smell absolute divine, (Y/n). I could just eat you up~♥."

Biting your lip, you returned his hug tightly. It's been too long since you've had any physical contact with anyone that wasn't family, especially another male.

You've forgotten what it felt like. A hug, the feeling of someone's arms around you. Holding you tightly, pressing your face into their chest while their chin pressed atop your head.

The smell of a man, the fragrance of their strong cologne, the scent of their strength. You have really missed it all.

Gradually you softened into his embrace, holding back tears that wanted to flow like a rapid current.

"Hisoka..." His name came out of your mouth like a whisper that was muffled by his chest. "Hasn't anyone told you not to flirt with a married woman?"

Your long-time friend since childhood laughed aloud, you could feel the rumble of his speech against his chest on your own.

"How could I not~♣?" He asked, one of his hands caressing the base of your neck. "When the most beautiful woman in the world stands before me~♠."

His words made your heart skip a beat, the blood flowing rapidly through your veins like a flurry. How long has it been since you've received a compliment? How long has it been since you've felt good about yourself?

Any more of this and you just might fall in love with the fuchsia-haired Joker...

No, that could never happen. You loved Illumi with all your heart, with every fiber of your being. You're just feeling like this because you haven't had any male attention in years.

"Do not forget that I am married to Illumi." You reminded him, maybe even reminding yourself.

With slow careful motions, Hisoka pulled back while sticking out his long tongue. "As if a ring on your finger could ever stop me from getting what I wanted~♥. Don't you also think it is a bit more exciting when you have to sneak around~♦?"

You had to pull yourself away to hide the flattered expression on your face and remove yourself from his entrapping embrace. "Hisoka, please. You are too much, I swear." You told him lightly.

The joker just hummed playfully, a dazzling smile displaying across his porcelain-hued skin. "Just making up for lost time~♠!"

Shaking your head lightly, you gripped onto the straps of your purse and tilted your head down the road. "Come on; I'd like to make it into town before lunchtime."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Your body felt heavy, striding into the kitchen and setting the treats from your afternoon getaway on the counter. The high of being out and laughing nearly every minute was starting to diminish and the reality of your home set in.

It was back to mundane quietness and lonely nights. But it should be alright; Xenon's messages of missing you were a pleasant reminder of your loving family.

The first thing you did was step into the hallway and reach for your husband's office. You knocked on it audibly, waiting for a response but you heard no noise from inside.

You quirked a brow, twisting the diamond handle and meeting absolute darkness. His lamp was turned off and from the light peering in from the hallway, you could see that his laptop was closed and even his packets were put away in his cabinets.

Confusion rang in your head, your husband had no mission today and if he did Kykyo usually messaged you so you would know.

Cautiously you shut the door and neared your son's room. He slept peacefully in his bed, his long hair sprawled out behind his head as he breathed rhythmically.

You attempted to make your footsteps as light as possible to reach his sleeping frame, and kiss his forehead tenderly.

Next time the both of you should go out into the city and spend some time together. If you asked nice enough Sylva should give the boy a day off of training.

He was rather fond of you, the whole Zoldyck family was. They appreciated your effort in taking care of Illumi and even spending your time assisting the family members in anything they needed.

You nodded your head, agreeing with the thought, and decided you would ask your father-in-law tomorrow.

Leaving your son to resume his tranquil slumber, your footsteps grew slower as you reached the other end of the hall and stopped at your bedroom door.

When you opened it, the sight of your husband sleeping on your shared bed was not something you expected.

The comforter piled at his hips, his bare toned chest glowing from the moonlight that streamed in. Even his hair glistened, sprawled behind his head just as Xenons were.

Illumi's appearance would have been genuinely relished in if it were not for your grim thoughts coming forward.

Every day you waited for him to join you in bed and he rarely ever did. When he would, it was never long enough for you to realize he was even there.

You pleaded and begged for your husband to leave to comforts of his office but all your work was always fruitless. And the day you go out to spend time with a friend is the day he finally rests in your room.

Fury spewed through your veins, skin ignited in vexation that you had to breathe deeply to settle. As much as you were enranged, you didn't want to disrupt his slumber.

He rarely slept, much less let down his barrier and relax. He needed his sleep and you needed to calm down.

With faint careful steps, you entered the connected bathroom and shed yourself of your clothes. You needed a shower from your long day out and hopefully, it could help you unwind.

Steam wafted into the room, the mirror becoming misty and fogged as you stepped into the shower. The firm beating of water striking your skin was relaxing, almost massaging your tense muscles.

Creeping down you set yourself on the floor of the bathtub, pulling your legs to your chest and shielding your face in the space of your knees.

You were relaxing alright but a little too much. Instead of fuming with rage, you were wallowing in self-pity. The weight of the circumstances, all your heavy thoughts just displaying past your eyes was hard to bear.

It's been a while since you've cried, it felt like admitting weakness and doubt that lingered in your heart. But at the moment you wanted nothing more to release that tight throbbing sensation in the back of your throat.

You tried to keep your cries quiet, silent almost to not wake your husband but that was harder said than done.

It was more difficult to hold back those vicious wails than it was to just to let it all out. Despite that you did it, Illumi's sleep meant more than the pain coursing through every possible vein on your body.

You loved him maybe more than you loved yourself.

...

After releasing your inner anguish and finishing up with your shower, you concealed your naked frame under a warm towel and entered the bedroom silently.

Your footsteps were near impossible to hear as you inched to your dresser and slowly opened the drawer.

Changing into your undergarments you reached for an oversized white shirt only for that wrist to get snatched and your back to collide against the walls.

A scream wanted to resonate from your parted lips but the hand around your throat ceased any cries for help.

Fear, something you hadn't felt in so long crept up your spine, and just like earlier in the shower, you released your fury with a set of tears that dribbled down your warm cheeks.

"(Y/n)."

Your head flung up, barely making out your husband's face in the complete darkness. You could hear him lean down and feel his warm breath against the shell of your ear.

"I don't appreciate you having fun with my acquaintance without my knowledge."

(e/c) optics widened at his words, your heart thumping in your ear as his other hand reached for the front of your towel.

"I don't like feeling jealous and right now, you're making me feel very, very jealous."

Gazing into the deep dark voids of his pupilless orbs you swallowed strenuously. "Illumi, my husband you can't be upset that I spent one day to me with someone I knew way longer than you." The words were hushed, well thought as you attempted to deescalate the situation. "I even texted you about my plans and all you said was, 'cool enjoy', it was obvious you didn't even look at it carefully."

The man was noiseless for a moment and that stillness made sweat ooze out of the skin on the back of your neck. It was haunting how he said nothing, expressed nothing and the gloaming was no help.

It wasn't until his hands migrated to your wrist, pinning them by your head on the wall did you feel the wrath of his ren encasing your body.

He was mad, he was angry...and he had no right to be.

Slipping one of your wrists free thanks to it being soft from lotion, you didn't even register your own hand swiping across his face and reddening his skin.

At the moment both of you appeared shocked, your husband's eyes widened more than usual and your own lips agape.

You would have apologized, taken back your actions but you realized that now is going to be the only time to communicate with your husband when you had his attention for the first time in forever.

"You are the one that is constantly busy, ignoring everything and anybody that wasn't your work." You snapped, unveiling your voice with every word.

"You are the one that neglects me! You act as if I'm a servant and even then I'm barely even a speck of dust that you acknowledge!"

Ripping your other wrist free from his hold you grasped your towel firmly by the front and tightened it across your body.

"You're mad that I went out once with a friend when every time I ask you to go out you either ignore me or give me excuses! As if I'm a bother that you can't wait to get rid of! And now that I enjoyed myself with someone else you suddenly want to give me your unwavering attention!?"

Your limbs were shaking from your unreleased fury, your (e/c)'s seething with rage as once again your hand flew down across his face and he let it connect.

The sound of skin-on-skin contact was vociferous but not as loud as your voice which was strained with distress and annoyance.

"You just don't want to let something that's part of your possession go to somebody else, even if you're not even attracted to them anymore!" You could sense that sting in the corner of your eyes, your vision that was already barely visible obfuscating. "I know I'm not the same anymore! I know that I've gained weight! I know I'm not pretty like before! So if that's the reason for all this neglect then just tell me!"

A strike of lightning hit the dirt terrain, illuminating your bedroom and allowing you to thoroughly see your husband's face.

His face was as stoic as ever, but those eyes... those damn eyes that were the only way you could see into his emotion had pools of sentiment swirling inside... you could normally sense how he was feeling.

But this time you couldn't tell.

Shielding your eyes behind your forearm you inhaled shakily and endeavored to alleviate your breathing.

"All I have is our son, Illumi! Every day I am alone, all by myself and I only get to see Xenon a few hours a day! If my appearance is what's keeping you away then you need to tell me! You need to stop ignoring me like am nothing but a disgusting person living in the same home as you!"

The man brought a finger to your wet cheek, the coldness of his skin rendering a shiver to arise up your back. "(Y/n)..."

Just hearing your husband's voice made your throat tighten and teeth grind against each other. Releasing your hold on your towel your hands slammed into his toned chest and pushed him onto the bed.

His hair sprawled across the mattress, his expressionless face now narrowly one of surprise. Your body was quick to appear over his, legs straddling his hips with your hands burrowing next to his head.

"Shut up!" Your voice cracked as tears descended from your eyes and trickled onto the man's pale cheeks.

"I'm tired, Illumi! I'm so exhausted, I'm in so much pain! You don't even know how hard it is every day to wake up in the morning! How I have no energy to even continue living and the only thing keeping me even slightly afloat is you and Xenon! My husband and son and at times... I don't even feel as if I even have a family. I feel like I am nothing..."

You could barely even breathe, your head pounding like a rainstorm as everything you've ever held your tongue about finally was let go.

"I love you so much but I am so tired, Illumi. So tired of being the neglected wife, just the mother to your child. You don't even understand how much it's hurt to even breathe."

It was quiet, with the only sound being from your sniffling and the now pouring rain that sprayed down on earth in an angry manner.

Your husband rose his hands slowly upwards, reaching your face and grasping your burning hot cheeks in his cool hands.

He stared up at you with his solemn gaze and stroked his thumbs over your watery cheeks. It was the first time in years since he's touched you and was just a bit of caressing but it had your heart squeezing.

"I could never be disgusted with you (Y/n)." He stated, voice not as monotone but more earnest than before. "I didn't marry your appearance, I married you."

One of his hands dipped from your face and grasped your bare thigh just below the provocative towel, the pads of his fingertips pressing into the soft plush flesh of your leg.

Your breath hitched, sending immediate sensations of desire through your touched starved body.

"So why?" You asked under your breath. "Why do you ignore me? Why do you shut me out? It wasn't like this before."

For once, his expression looked pained, those thin brows furrowed with his pale succulent limps twitching down into a grimace.

The words appeared stuck in his throat as if he was afraid to speak, or maybe he didn't know what to say.

You waited for him to articulate, desperate to know his answer but his mouth remained fastened shut.

"Illumi, please." You begged, your howling voice from earlier had long departed and left you with a barely audible manner. "Just talk to me... I'm your wife."

The man appeared as if he was struggling to breathe, his chest rising raggedly with both of his hands grasping the flesh of your plush thighs.

His hands were shaking, his fingers twitching before he closed his eyes to calm himself. That adam's apple of his throat bobbed as he swallowed strenuously.

"I don't... I don't know how to."

Your lip quivered from his words. You knew he struggled with expressing his emotions clearly but you thought with all the years you've been together he had at least comprehended just a little.

"Just tell me what started it, where it all began." You pleaded.

Illumi let out a heavy sigh, shifting his gaze to the side of the wall before removing your body from atop of his.

He positioned you gently onto your back, relocating stray damp hairs out of your face with careful hands before quickly removing his body from yours.

The man sat at the edge of the bed, hands hanging loosely off of his thighs as he inhaled deeply.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

It was a typical day, nothing out of the ordinary as he held your hand through the garden. You were bored of resting inside all the time and expressed the want for fresh air.

He was hesitant at first, cautious of every little thing ever since you were revealed to be pregnant. But with just one look and one simple touch on his skin left him weak.

Illumi didn't look like it but the affection showed by his wife in any amount had his stomach executing flips.

It was something that was rare in his family, tenderness, kindness. It wasn't something he grew up with it so it left him significantly distant from it all.

But he was slowly learning, a pretty woman had entered his life and treated him like no other. With so much love and adoration that he was easily overwhelmed.

You loved him like how someone needed air to live, accepting his harsh blunt words and quickly turning it around into something else that had his insensitive heart flutter.

It was hard to express it but... the man loved you, and he loved the child growing in your womb that was a product of your devotion.

Your smile that was ever so bright had quickly fallen from your face, however. The movements in your legs halted as the hand that held his own flew to your bulging stomach.

The gasp that left your lips was airy, barely any sound tracing it as you hunched over. Illumi remembered calling your name, concerned only slightly until a scream rippled through the area.

He could never forget those exclamations, the wails that echoed out of your chest as you collapsed to your knees.

He couldn't forget the way your face scrunched in distress, tears pouring like a waterfall down your cheeks. Your nails dug into the skin of your arms and drew blood while more wails infiltrated his ears.

Something was wrong, you were too early. You shouldn't be having your contraction for another two months.

"Illumi!"

You had cried his name with a violent voice; face as if you were dipped in water, hair sticking to the sweaty skin of your face.

There wasn't a moment to waste as he swept you up in his arms and bolted back into the Zoldyck residents. His legs had advanced faster than they ever had before, swift and brisk.

His ren was spiking, the dangerous aura of it outstretching across the entire Kukuroo Mountain. Everyone on the estate was notified of the intense atmosphere and every available Zoldyck member was quick to appear by the eighteen-year-old at the time.

Your body was swiftly laid onto a bed in the medical room of the mansion while Kikyo quickly alerted the family nurse and doctor of your situation.

The cramps that spread across your abdomen were gut-wrenching, you could barely even think let alone breathe as they hit you like never-ending waves.

Tension so thick it could make diamonds surround the atmosphere in the bay. It only grew worse with every deafening cry from your mouth.

Your cheeks were drenched in tears, lashes dark and wet with your teeth biting into your bottom lip; a reaction to attempting to silence your own cries.

Illumi had never felt so unnerved by another person's pain, usually, he rejoiced in it - thrived off of it - but this was different.

This was his wife, the woman he grew to care about so helplessly who also was carrying his child. He wanted to do everything he could to take away your pain.

He would willingly trade places, be the recipient of its ache but he couldn't. There wasn't anything he could do, and that killed him with every passing second.

"Your child, it wants out now but Mistress isn't ready! And- And we don't have enough time for her to dilate!"

The doctor himself attempted to appear calm and collected but the bead of sweat on the side of his face was a dead giveaway.

His own hands were shaking by his side from the tension that the Zoldyck family was creating but more importantly from your husband.

"We can't go through natural birth as you planned! We are going to have to surgically remove the heir from her womb."

Illumi's heart had never stopped pounding like it did when he heard the doctor's words. It was imaginary, but the man felt as if something was crawling up his spine and diggings its claws down into his bones.

He knew what he was feeling, he knew what was taking hold of every fiber in his body. Fear had invaded his mind and provided him with scenes of the possible future.

And all of them lead to one thing...your death.

"No!"

The young man startled himself as well as his family from the audible shrill demand of his voice. He had never spoken in such a prominently human manner; his own teeth-gritting into each other.

"Young Master, please! The baby needs medical care that we can provide out here! If we don't surgically remove him now he won't make it and neither will the Mistress!"

The doctor's words were manifesting into arms that clawed at his body, attempting to pull him down into the dark suffocation of his fears.

His lips parted to speak but whatever he wanted to say was stuck along the walls of his esophagus. It was a lump that made it hard to breathe, to let him inflate his starving lungs.

All of his life his father had trained him to be wary of the fear, to know the limitations of his strengths. What he didn't understand he should abandon for the sake of his life.

But this... but you, he was just wary of it. Fear was all he could think of and how could he ever abandon the cause of it?

He was a genius at deducing what outcomes were the most successful for his missions. But at this very moment, he didn't know what to do.

For the first time ever, Illumi Zoldyck was stunned and he was scared.

The thought of losing his firstborn and/or losing you, all made the feelings in his legs dissipate and he almost keeled over right there.

He was just a kid - granted eighteen and raised in the Zoldyck estate - but he was in no way knowledgeable about being a father or even a proper husband.

The man married you to save you but it seems like he saved you from one situation only to prolong your demise.

Kikyo lightly placed her hand on her oldest son's shoulder and squeezed it. His gaze shifted to his mother's visor and for once he longed to ask her what to do.

But thankfully, the woman understood and directed their gaze back to the doctor and nurse who were prepping everything for the removal of his son.

"Some things are inevitable, no matter how hard we want to make it different." She hummed, small pinkish lips pursed curtly. "So do what you can."

He shook his head instinctively, his mouth opening to reply but what he wanted to say was all scrambled and mixed with his other hazy thoughts.

"How...?" It was under his breath, overtaken by your cry of pain but the woman still heard it. "How do I-"

"You be there for your wife, Illumi." She interjected. "She has no one but you, but us. You're the one she needs. Hold her hand, and support her through it."

The Madame of the Zoldyck family dropped her hand to his elbow and guided him to your side. Her free one grasped the back of his hand and made it connect with your own.

"A woman going through this situation, sometimes the only thing she needs is someone by her side... Not many people have that." Her voice cracked yielding Illumi to swallow thickly. "I didn't have that."

She spoke that last part willingly hushed as if she didn't want anyone to hear. His mother gave his elbow one last squeeze before leaving her son's side and the room to wait with the other members of his family.

Everything he felt before had magnified tenfold. The screams had only died down once the epidural had been shot into your spine to numb your lower body.

Illumi could see it in your eyes. There was so much you must have been feeling. Scared, hurt, alone?

Oh, how he wishes he could help but for now, the most he could do was hold your hand and kiss the back of it with his cold lips.

He wasn't listening to anybody, everything just zoned in on you. You were fine one minute, the next he turned his head watched the specialist cut underside of your bulging belly.

Your husband's breath hitched, his lips falling agape as he watched your blood seep from the incision. That day... it was burned into his memory.

There was so much blood.

So much gore.

His stomach churned at the sight of his wife being picked and prodded, your organs on display as they worked to remove his son.

A prominent assassin since he was a child and the sight of before him made every villainous execution he had ever preform kiddie play.

No matter what he never ever wanted to see you like that. You could barely even keep your eyes open.

Time passed by quickly for him and before he knew it his son was risen from your womb and into the air so they could look at him.

He was covered in just red.

And most importantly he wasn't breathing properly. His little chest wasn't rising or falling with its minute breaths.

His blood ran cold, his hands becoming clammy as dread filled every pore in his body.

Illumi remembered that you barely had any strength to cry, just weakly reaching for your child. You held his bloody form on your chest, holding him, caressing him, telling him how much you loved the little boy.

But like the child, your own breathing came to halt. The movement of your chest ceased as you bled and bled, the doctor and nurse rushing with everything they could.

Your head turned the slightest, your gaze meeting his as a pathetic smile attempted to appear on your lips.

"Our... Our Xenon..."

The heart rate had dropped to a blaring flatline, misty clouds befogged your conjunctiva as all life appeared to still as time stopped.

"(Y/n)?"

Why did he call out your name?

Why did he reach for your face, your once warm skin now matching the chilliness of his own?

Why did his eyes burn as it glazed over and released salty liquids that trickled down his face?

In the late evening that day, Illumi Zoldyck lost both his wife... (Y/n) Zoldyck and his son Xenon Zoldyck at the same time.

Everything within him tore apart, the smallest bit of emotion shattered like china.

Illumi kept calling your name and begged for you to come back to him. He pleaded... he threatened... he cried.

It shouldn't have ended like this, you shouldn't have gone before him and neither should have Xenon.

His hold on your hand was released as he launched a stool at the wall.

"F*ck!"

His ren spiked, his hands burrowing into his midnight-hued locks.

He lost everything, he lost what made him something.

The man couldn't breathe nor could he hear. He couldn't see as well smell. Everything was shut off. He felt numb like he was nothing but air that was to be picked up and blown away.

His mother placed a tender hand on his shoulder, her mouth opening to speak but an anomaly stopped her.

A beep, a gasping breath, and the wailing of a newborn baby.

Everyone's attention was flung to your frame, your chest beginning to rise and fall with the child wiggling around under your arms.

You looked over at your husband and inhaled a hefty breath. "Why is my husband crying?"

How he was glad you didn't know about what happened, with him and with you. He didn't want you to know that...

That you and Xenon were dead for four minutes.

And none of it would have happened if he had never given in to his urges. He should have been more careful, he should have never gotten you pregnant.

It was his fault, and he almost lost his wife because of it.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

You didn't even know what to say, there wasn't anything you could possibly say after hearing about it.

His worst fears had come alive that day. He was traumatized by the event and ever since he hasn't been the same.

He was afraid to touch you... like you were glass. He was afraid to look at you... because with one loving looking he'd want to ravish you like a beast.

It was hard to be in the same vicinity as you. All he wanted was to just hold his wife in his arms and relish in your touch again.

But he was scared - traumatized - and it's stuck with him for six years.

Slowly you sat your body upwards and gripped onto the falling towel to secure it. "I..." You didn't even know what to say but you knew it couldn't just be silent anymore.

"Illumi, I love you."

He redirected his gaze to slightly look at your dim face.

"I wish you would have told me. You've been carrying...all of that on your shoulders by yourself." You stated, shifting closer to his body at the edge of the bed.

Your husband shook his midnight black hair and turned his head away so you couldn't view his face. "Why? Because of me, you perished. It was essentially me killing you with my own hands."

"Hey!" You hissed and stepped off the mattress so you could stand in front of him in between his legs. "That was not your fault! It was no one's fault! We wanted-I wanted a child."

The man didn't respond to your words, keeping his gaze concealed.

"And because of me, I made you hate your body that I..." His breath hitched, shaky even. He swallowed thickly and stood to his feet.

He now towered above your frame while he slowly turned to meet your (e/c) optics with his dark pupilless ones.

"-That I lust for more and more with every passing day."

Your heart throbbed as words you never believed you would hear left his lips.

One of his hands reached for your jaw, caressing it with his calloused thumbs while keeping his gaze on your face.

His touch was foreign but was quickly welcomed back into familiarity.

"I love you."

Words couldn't explain what you were feeling. He didn't ever say that phrase, he didn't believe it was necessary because you already knew that.

Illumi leaned down from his imposing height and for the first time in years, he placed a kiss on your lips. You wanted more, you wanted deeper but he pulled away quickly to your dismay.

"I loved you then and I love you more now." He whispered, running his thumb along your bottom lip. "And I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you."

His eyes shimmered, glossing over and he quickly removed his gaze while stepping away from your frame.

"Please dress comfortably and get some rest. We can talk...if you want tomorrow." He muttered while strutting to the bedroom door.

The sight of his frame getting farther away from yours had you breathe irregularly. You didn't want him to leave, no not after everything that had blown down.

"Illumi-" His steps halted. "-please stay. I don't want to be alone, I just want you here with me."

He inhaled audibly, his fingers twitching by his side before he reached for the doorknob.

"If I stay any longer I won't be able to resist ravaging every inch of your skin." His head turned so you could see his eyes...and you could read them.

You could see how a deep hunger was sealed down deep beneath. It was clawing, scraping, wailing for a way out, and for a moment he even looked predatorial.

"And that's six years of lust and desire I kept locked away for your safety."

Swallowing thickly, you shook your head and reached a hand towards him. "But I'm not glass; I beat death."

"Maybe, but I can't control myself. And you can't beat me."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

It was quiet today, the events that transpired last night almost seemed like a distant dream, but the bruises from his firm grip on your thighs were evidence enough.

You were still sort of in a daze, realizing how a lack of communication really separated the two of you for years.

Such a simple thing that should have come naturally was an issue you didn't really think needed to be resolved.

There was a fear in your heart that if you were to communicate your own issues it would anger or upset your husband.

But that was most likely one of the multitudes of reasons why your marriage has been rocky as such. The best thing you had to work on with each other was communication and verbalization.

It was certainly going to take some work from both of you.

"(Y/n)."

You nearly fell off the couch if you hadn't quickly stabilized yourself. Peeking behind the sofa it was a shock to see your husband entering the living room.

There wasn't even a clear memory in your head of the last time you witnessed him in places other than his office or your bedroom.

"Illumi!" You scrambled to your feet but the man shook his head as he set himself lightly on the cushion next to you.

The scent of his light cologne was being greedily devoured by your lungs. Before you could even say anything the man leaned down so his succulent lips were on yours.

This time you didn't let the opportunity go to waste. Your hands flung to his face to push him deeper into the kiss, desperately moving against his in a needy manner.

He responded just as eagerly with his hands reaching to hold your waist but only to pull himself away.

Your face burned like fire, lips aching for more.

Illumi hummed before breathing deeply. "Let's start with that." He stated, even quirking the corner of his lips into a coy grin.

"I'm not fragile, Illumi. I can handle my husband." You pressed but it only made the man shake his head.

"(Y/n), it's for your sake and my own." He replied, the grin growing. "An addict doesn't start off with the same dose's they used to do, you have to start off slow."

You huffed, crossing your arms under your chest and shifting your whole body to turn away from him on the couch.

"Well, I don't want to start off slow!"

The cushions rustled as he moved closer to your frame and pressed his chest against your back. His breath fanned the outer shell of your ear as you felt him chortle in his throat.

"Trust me..." A delicate hand reached for your neck and lightly traced down to your collarbone. "You'd want to start off slow with me."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Your definition of slow and his definition must be two very different things.

Now that he starting to put in the effort and acknowledge you more, there was nothing more you wanted other than to jump his bones.

But he was so careful of how long he kissed you, where he touched you. You knew he was trying to hold himself back you didn't want that.

He didn't need to, he needed to see that you weren't this porcelain doll he was too afraid to break. The man can't keep blaming himself for putting you through pregnancy and dying for some time.

The both of you needed to work through your issues and Illumi needed to be guided through it. Which is exactly why you wore that short skirt from the mall and a button-up shirt.

Your breast pressed against the fabric of your top with the first few buttons undone.

The skirt could barely hide your bottom that peaked through. The deep ebony-hued stockings couldn't have been any less eye-catching with the way your plush thighs spilled over them.

It's a good thing your dear son was out of his grandfather, you hoped it would be a while too.

Knocking on the door with the back of your fist you called out to your husband. He responded quietly, his gaze still on the laptop as you entered his office.

He hadn't seen your clothes yet, good.

Creeping close with slow tantalizing steps you reached around the desk and leaned against it with your bottom pressing into the edge.

Your husband glanced at your figure quickly before flinging his gaze back to your body. His long dexterous fingers halted above the keyboard and his head tilted to the side.

"(Y/n)?" He asked.

"Illumi." You replied and smiled at him with the most innocent grin you could present. "You know when we talked about how we needed to communicate better?"

The man swallowed thickly, his adam apple bobbing before he slowly nodded his head.

"Well-" Pushing off of the desk you forced yourself between his legs and leaned back on the table. His gaze followed up from your plush thighs and when you leaned back he caught a glimpse of your c*nt, a shimmering slick string connecting it to your inner leg.

"-I think you owe me a little something, don't you think?"

Your husband swallowed again while his shaky hands reached for your succulent thighs. He inhaled strenuously, his grip growing firmer.

"You're torturing me, my wife." He huffed.

You moved his laptop and heaved yourself up to sit on the desk. Once you rested on the steal surface you opened your legs to the man, allowing for him to witness your glimmering wet lower lips.

And when you reached down, two fingers spreading your slits apart so he could have a view of something he hadn't seen in years...it was all downhill from there.

Illumi pulled your body closer to the edge, your back flopping onto the surface of the table as his hands traveled up to the back of your knee.

The cool air against your exposed lower body permitted a shiver to run up your back. The exhilaration was flooding through your veins, your breathing already becoming irregular.

It was like you could feel a heartbeat in your cl*t with the way it throbbed and pulsated. Already you were feeling flustered, overwhelmed even.

This was the most interaction he's ever had with you in years and it was making your palms sweaty.

Your husband leaned down, his pupilless optics closing as he placed soft smooches around the inner parts of your thighs.

Each kiss grew closer to your c*nt; every sensation of his lips connecting with your skin went right to your cl*t.

You swallowed thickly, leaning upon your elbows to watch the man you love inch his way to the space between your legs.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

You were pushing his boundaries, teasing him, testing him until he couldn't hold back anymore and indulge in his desperate hunger.

He wanted to take things slow, but you weren't as patient as you once were. And because of that, you were unleashing a starved beast that was utterly obsessed with you.

It was to the point where you no longer were the one who instigated lustful renditions, and it was now your husband taking everything into his hands.

Literally.

A light sigh was drowned out by the music from your radio on the counter. Your gloved hands diligently grasped the next plate in the sink as you swayed smoothly to the music.

The air smelled of soap, bubbles covering the surface of plugged water that eagerly needed to be cleaned.

Your focus was solely on the sink until a presence was felt behind you. You were about to turn to face the figure until it pressed up against your back, and your husband's light cologne flooded your senses.

It was like you were melting in his hold, absolutely adoring any attention or affection he gave. His long arms wrapped around your stomach while his face hid in the crook of your neck.

"Good morning, my husband." You hummed aloud and returned your attention to the dishes. You grabbed another with your yellow-gloved hands and reached for the sponge. "Did you sleep well?"

The man huffed, tightening his hold and letting his succulent lips press along the smooth skin of your shoulder.

You swallowed thickly, becoming distracted slightly from even the slightest bit of attention from the handsome midnight-haired male.

"Is Xenon with your father?" You sought, attempting to sway your debauched thoughts, but it was far more difficult as the man let his hand wander and snake behind your tan apron.

His cold nimble fingers played with the hem of your shirt as he spoke. "Grandfather took him this time." He uttered, his silky hair tickling your neck.

"Did he?" Your reply was rhetorical as you reached for a bowl you used to bake cupcakes for your son.

Illumi didn't speak; instead, his hands crept under your shirt and immediately caressed your bare stomach.

Your teeth clenched, the grip on the bowl growing firmer from the sudden sensation. "You're so warm." He mused in your ear, his voice only a whisper.

You didn't respond; instead, you stood silently and allowed for your husband to follow his fingers along the scar from Xenon's birth.

His lips touched just below your ear as he trailed small kisses up the side of your face. "How warm do you think you would be if my hands reached lower?"

Oh, he was the one starting things this time.

Too distracted from his words your husband didn't wait for a reply and instead removed one of his hands from your shirt to reach under the long skirt.

His calloused finger trips trailed up your inner thigh, brushing against bruises and contusions from his earlier 'play time'.

He wouldn't stop attempting to make it up to you one night after he marked your skin so woefully dark. The man had lost himself the other night, unable to control how hard he wanted to hold you and how desperate he was to cover your skin in his markings.

Apologies rolled off his tongue like one would do as if caught being naughty. He berated himself for losing control and wouldn't even look you in the eye until you smacked his head.

You reassured him with many words, kisses, and tender caresses until he could look at you again.

"They're becoming lighter and soon will be gone." You stated, scrubbing another dirty dish to hide the grin on your lips. "I wouldn't mind if you were to add more once they fade..."

His fingertips ceased their movements from your words, his breathing suddenly shifting to become more audible until you felt a grumble reverberate off his chest.

"I might lose control again." He replied, resuming the stroking of his fingers upwards until the pads of his extremities brushed against your clothed cl*t.

You clenched over nothing, stomach tensing against his other hand as you swallowed. "What if that is what I want?" You teased.

Illumi's breathing grew ragged as if he was already beginning to lose his self-constraint.

"Then I would have to say you're a bit of a fool, my wife." He kissed just below your jaw. "Holding back is the only way I can keep from really hurting you."

Your lips parted to reply and instead of words leaving your mouth, a satisfied sigh did. His fingers had pushed aside your bottom undergarments and grazed against your slickened folds.

"I only want for you to feel good. I owe it to you after all." He whispered as he pressed and prodded against your hole before entering his cool fingers tenderly.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

It has been a while, some months that passed since the two of you had finally revealed your issues and insecurities to each other.

You both had been working through it together and even engaging in tender touches that lead to only you reaching your climaxes.

However, you wanted more than just his mouth or fingers. You wanted all of him, everything he had to offer.

But he was still afraid to drive so far, to really let himself go and be one with your body once again. You didn't know how to get him to just f*ck you, but there was an idea you were unsure was going to work.

Knocking on the man's office door you didn't even wait for a response and instead let yourself in.

Illumi glanced up from a packet in his hand before shaking his head, the faintest smile gracing his lips and already making your cl*t throb.

"I would like to talk to you about something." You expressed, smiling at his figure.

He leaned back in his swivel chair and clasped his fingers together on his lap. "What is it, my wife?"

Communication has been better.

You skipped slightly to his desk, angling forward on the surface and holding your head in your hands. It was difficult to keep the grin off your lips and ultimately, you failed.

"I want you to hurt me."

Even if the man's normal expression was one of blankness, he now appeared visibly dumbfounded. "What?" His words were slightly above a whisper.

You couldn't help but release a bout of laughter from his response and tilt up so you were thoroughly standing straight.

"Not in the way you think, silly. I want you to stop holding back. I want you to just f*ck me already."

The man pursed his pale lips tightly together, his thin brows visibly furrowing as he appeared deep in thought.

You twiddled your fingers together and swayed back and forth on the balls of your feet.

"(Y/n), you know how I feel." He replied after a moment of hesitation.

His words made you wrinkle your nose and grimace visibly. Without thinking, your hand came down on the surface of his table as the other pointed an accusing finger at the male.

"I want you to f*ck me raw like when we were younger. When you would hold me down by the throat and make me look like a dumb b*tch in heat!"

There was no holding back now; there shouldn't be. The agreement between the two of you was that you would work on communication, and if there was something really bothering you, then there should be no fear of speaking your minds.

It was silent in his office, not a sound but your beating hearts.

Illumi's gaze fell from your flustered expression to the golden band on his ring finger. He was once again in deep thought.

"I don't want what happened before to happen again, (Y/n). I don't want to see you go through the pain, your death again."

You groaned aloud and shook your head. "I may be a fat f*ck but that doesn't mean I can't beat death again. I have too much to live for."

He sighed, one of his hands reaching for your face and caressing your bottom lip. "What did I say about calling yourself things like that?" He sought, voice hard and stern.

Before you could respond that hand on your cheek let itself make its way to your throat where he squeezed.

Immediately you inhaled shakily but the feeling of the pressure on your larynx had you just about become a puddle on his desk.

"Let's play a game, Illumi."

The man raised an eyebrow for a moment before releasing your throat much to your dismay. "What kind of game?"

Shrugging your shoulders obtusely, you turned your attention to his desk, mindlessly drawing circles on its frigid surface.

"See, I'm going to start running and you know that I'm serious if I'm running."

Your husband chortled in his throat and you couldn't help but smile at his response.

"I get to have a five-minute start where I try to find somewhere to hide. If you can find me - and catch me - within ten minutes after my head start we get to have a safe word and you can stop at any moment since you're so scared about hurting me-"

Illumi rolled his eyes at the last part.

"-But if it takes longer than ten minutes - even if it's just a second or two - You get to give me what I want and that's just raw animalistic f*cking until I can't even think anymore."

Your husband wasn't stupid, he knew why you offered the game. He was cruel, a hunter, and when he hunts he loses himself to his sadistic tendencies.

Everything in him would become heightened and his self-control would be almost non-existent. You knew him well and knew what to do to get what you wanted.

So if this is your game he'll play, humor you even but he won't give in so easily.

"Okay." He nodded his head in agreement before standing to his feet. His 6'1 (185 cm) figure towered over you as he hid his pale hands in his black slacks. "I'll play, but don't think you're going to get the outcome you want."

Your tongue swept along your bottom lip as you reached forward to his collar and yanked him down to your height.

"I'm tired of you underestimating me, Illumi. No nen or ren to detect me, that would be cheating. And I'll know if you're cheating. You wouldn't want to disappoint me now, would you?"

The man raised his arched eyebrows, not used to your straightforwardness but undoubtedly up for your challenge.

He leaned forward so his noise briefly brushed against yours. "Disappoint my wife?" His lips quirked into a coy grin. "Never."

Removing the gap between your faces you let his lips meet yours and pulled him into such a needy kiss. He responded just as desperate and reached for your waist but before he could touch you, you released his lips and his shirt.

His expression was one of slight disappointment as you merely giggled at him.

"See you soon, my husband." You crooned lightly.

"In five minutes, my dear." He responded.

Halting with your hands on the doorknob, you turned back to him and waved. "Make that fifteen."

"We'll see."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Oh, you hate f*cking running.

But you loved the adrenaline that was coursing through your veins at the moment. The exhilaration of the chase, the thrill of fear making your head dizzy.

Either way whatever was the result of this chase you were going to have some fun. Especially with The Zoldyck family taking Xenon on his first assassination mission.

You prepared for this game and weren't going to allow your husband to win. Not when the thought of his toned his hips utilizing every prominent muscle of his lower body to plunge deep inside of you.

Giddily you skipped down the stairs of your wing and ran past the laundry room. A quick glance at the clock on the wall showed three minutes had already passed.

Two minutes.

You had only two minutes until your grace period would be over. A hundred and twenty seconds until the man began his hunt.

God(s) you were scared but so absolutely zealous.

It was like you were hot under the skin with how warm you felt. Your hair was already sticking to the back of your neck, heat radiating off of your thighs that rubbed together with every step.

A shower after being made a complete f*cking mess would be such a nice idea. Soothing your muscles, aiding the aches in your limbs and joints.

Dodging a low hanging light you squeezed through a slim hallway and made yourself finally reach the other wing all the way on the other side of Kukuroo Mountain.

The sudden sensation of Illumi's ren spiking before dispersing into nothing made your throat tighten.

Two minutes were up.

He was on the hunt, and he wanted you to know he was starting.

Now began the countdown of ten minutes. You had nine minutes and 59 seconds to evade his capture.

You didn't want that safe word, you didn't want for him to have the ability to stop when he felt like he was taking things too far.

It was time to get him back to how he used to be.

Illumi knew you weren't stupid enough to hide in your personalized wing so he had at least four other separate wings to check.

it was like a clock was ticking in your head with every passing second. It was haunting, terrifying but also exhilarating.

You didn't know if you should find somewhere to hide or just keep moving to avoid getting caught in one place.

There was a faint thump in the background that had your heart leap into your throat. Your breathing halted for a moment, everything becoming absolutely silent with the golden glow of the lowering sun drifting through the window.

Do you move?

Do you run?

Do you hide?

The faint thump sounded as if it was closer to your frame. You had to do something other than just stand frozen in the middle of a hall.

A ticking noise from a clock gained your attention. Your head snapped to its place on the wall and you estimated how much time had passed.

Seven minutes and twenty seconds left.

Dammit, only four minutes had just barely passed. Six minutes left. Just six minutes until you can win the game.

The closes door was on your left and you had to choose what to do. Glancing behind you one last time you quietly turned the diamond knob and crept inside the darkroom.

Slowly but cautiously, you shut it behind you, your heart thumping its music in your ears. You directed your attention to the darkness of the room.

It stank of metal, like iron and it made your nose tingle inside. Turning on the light switch would be detrimental; the light would reveal through the sides of the door, obviously.

Inhaling profoundly, you attempted to breathe in more than just the smell of iron. There had to be more. You weren't someone with inhuman senses like Gon or Killua but you had to try your best.

The odor, there was something else...something very faint. It was masked by the metallic undertone but it was there.

It smelled sweet and salty...like chips.

Coming to the realization of the smell you knew only one room in the mansion had this odor. You were in Milluki's rooms.

"F*ck!" You hissed under your breath and just as you whispered it faint light erupted from the dark corner of the bedroom.

Milluki's fat face was illuminated hauntingly by the computer light, his coy grin making your stomach sink.

"(Y/n), (Y/n)...What is a married woman doing barging into my room?" He teased, leaning back in his swivel chair.

Your mouth felt dry, half due to your running and the other half due to the fact the most immature Zoldyck son just had to catch you.

"Listen, Milluki." You hissed under your breath and stepped forward, your face glowering with your lips twitching into a sneer. "Don't you dare call him out, okay?"

The second oldest obviously knew what was going on; he kept track of the cameras in the other wings. You destroyed all the ones he tried to set up in your's and Illumi's part of the mansion.

"Why not?" He pressed, his arms crossing over his chest. "What's in it for me?"

'Selfish piece of sh*t!'

Illumi's ren flared...he was riled. You glanced at the electric clock on his desk.

Three minutes left.

Your husband must be slightly anxious now. Three minutes weren't long, but they also weren't that short either.

"What do you want? I don't have much to offer." You stated and the twenty-year-old nodded his head in understanding.

"You're right." He agreed while facing a palm to the ceiling. "But your husband has much much more to offer."

You pressed your lips tightly together. It wasn't your right to give off whatever was part of your husband's assets but...you'll find a way to make it up to him.

Illumi's ren flared; only a minute and a half left.

"Okay, okay! What do you want?"

Milluki didn't say anything, instead, he reached under his desk and flicked a switch. A latch puffed up from the floor, a visible white wisp leaking from the space.

He turned his gaze back to his computer before reaching for a manga. "We'll talk about it after he finishes rearranging your organs."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, embarrassment sticking to every part of your thoughts. "Milluki!"

Illumi's ren was too close for comfort.

The second oldest son shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Come on, (Y/n). With a body like that, you look like you'd want-"

Your hands scrunched his fat cheeks to shut him up. "I'm not an assassin like this family nor a killer but-" You squeezed his cheeks harder, permitting a sudden cry from him. "-I'll rip your balls off if you talk about my body like that."

He nodded his head quickly, sweating which made you abruptly rip your hands off of his face. You skidded over to the latch and lifted it up to see the entrance to its dim dungeon-like basement.

Milluki wiped his forehead before returning his gaze to his forgotten manga. "He might kill you with his di-"

"I'll kill you with my fist if you don't shut up." You interjected as you carefully lowered down its metal ladder.

The man simply waved his hand nonchalantly before flicking the switch again and the small square platform closed and sealed to hide the hidden entrance beneath.

You managed to gain some distance now, less than a minute should be left. Almost giddily you ran down the corridor of the basement, its hall appearing never-ending as you passed rooms with steel bars.

Just a little longer, you're almost there.

You're going to win! You're going to beat Illumi! The smile couldn't be wiped from your face even if you tried.

A door was coming into view, the main door to the basement. It led to the middle of the mansion and Illumi must still be on Milluki's far side.

Or that's at least what you thought until the cellar suddenly dropped in degrees. Sweat that glistened on your visible skin chilled from the presence of your husband's intense ren.

Run

Your skipping shifted into full-blown hauling a** as you realized he was down here with you.

No! NO!

You were already exhausted, your limbs aching from the exertion you were most definitely not used to. But you pushed them regardless of the burn in your muscles.

The chase was exciting but terrifying. You would say this was the most fun you've had since Hisoka took you out into town.

And when you could hear his sudden footsteps growing closer, you nearly screamed.

"(Y/n)."

His voice was so cold it felt as they were attempting to freeze your limbs solid to immobilize you. You swallowed, the saliva irritating your already dry and itchy throat from the constant running.

"Come here."

He commanded, his voice closer this time but it was overtaken by the raging palpations of your heart in your eardrums.

"Don't run from me."

He had to be right on your heels, suffocating you with his ren that you could barely even breathe.

That was playing dirty.

The door, the door was right there! You reached for it, choking slightly on the lack of air and the only sound that broke through your beating heart was the ringing of an alarm.

One of his hands grasped your wrist before It was like a flash of light, your hearing buzzing as white danced through your vision.

The sensation of coming down from the high of the chase was overwhelming. You had to shut your eyes and attempt to focus but the desperate need for air was stealing all of your attention.

Rise and fall

In and out

Slowly but surely it didn't take long for everything to begin returning back to you. The sound of your ragged breathing was first and it wasn't just yours either.

Illumi's was just barely audible but you could hear it, the strain in the back of his throat. Next was your touch, cooled marble underneath your figure that was greedily honored for your burning body.

Finally, your sight had returned. Opening your eyelids gradually the form of your husband was the first thing you could see.

Your body rested on the floor with the man caging his hands by your head, your hands unconsciously gripping his wrist for support.

"Illumi-" He ceased your speech by closing the gap and connecting his lips with yours. You didn't even hesitate to respond, desperately pressing into him deeply.

You let out a delighted hum, relishing the way his lips moved along yours and his tongue nudging his way into your mouth.

"You won." He murmured against your face when he finally pulled away for air. "You beat me?"

He sounded almost bewildered by the fact and it brought a grin to your lips. "What did I say about underestimating me?" You teased under your breath.

His expression was blank, his wide eyes unreadable for a moment before something flashed into the dark voids of his iris'.

Your mouth parted to speak but instead, you gasped when one of his hands took its place on your throat.

Illumi's chilled palm pressed along your larynx, the pads of his calloused fingers digging into the flesh of your neck.

A shaky breath was exhaled from your lungs as your optics widened. The pressure, his sudden aggressive action all went straight to your cl*t.

"You earned it, you deserve it." He mussed, the silky strands of his hair cascaded down by your head like a smooth waterfall.

"So I'll f*ck you until you can't think straight."

His grip grew tighter.

"I'll make it so you can't even breathe anymore."

He brought his face closer to yours.

"You're going to look like a mess swathed in tears and my c*m."

Illumi blessed you with a rare grin.

"You got me all riled up just so I could drill inside mercilessly."

You didn't speak, you couldn't as the lack of oxygen created dancing voidness across your vision. Laying limply was your figure only a second longer before he removed his hand from your throat.

Immediately you took the chance to inhale air greedily and cough clamorously. He didn't give you much of an opportunity to recover as your body was flung over his shoulder.

Flaccidly you hung, the strength to fight back or react stolen from your limbs. It felt as if only seconds passed until the familiar setting of your bedroom appeared before your vision.

Your back had connected against your mattress, your pants being ferociously removed along with your lower undergarment.

You were being manhandled, treated like a ragdoll as he worked to remove every other clothing item that shielded your deliciously succulent frame from his gaze.

You liked that. You liked it a lot.

His movements were frantic, barbaric as if your naked body would give him the air he so hopelessly needed.

Illumi's hands left your body only for a moment so he could be just as bare, just as vulnerable. Through half-lidded eyes, you admired his tone and muscled abdomen.

Of course, your gaze dropped lower to his crotch and you soaked in the sight of his meaty length.

"Yes, oh yes, please!" You pleaded, already chiming like a harlot.

He gripped the back of your knees and yanked your body so your bottom just barely hung over the edge.

The action made you clench over nothing. One of his hands released your leg so he could reach down and lift his c*ck and place it on your stomach.

His pelvis met yours as the two of you observed the way his fatty tip stopped just above your navel.

The weight of his extremity, the heat of it had you almost climax on the spot. It had been so long since you saw it and it looked just as pretty as you remembered.

Lengthy, it could reach the deepest parts inside of you with little to no effort and having you writhing beneath him.

His tip was wide, fat, corresponding with his girth that had you holding it with two hands when you desired to suck him down your throat.

God(s), you love him so much and his c*ck that had your legs quivering for days.

Illumi hummed at your debauched expression, his wide pupilless optics now half-lidded with the lack of self-control.

"Look at you." He announced with the dreary cold tone to his voice nonexistent. It was breathy, course, and deeper than usual. "You like looking at my c*ck, hmm?"

You nodded your head without hesitation however that didn't seem to be the right response. He reached down to your hair, tugging your head back to reveal your bare throat to him.

The pain shot through your scalp but the sensation didn't hurt. No, it just made you even more insatiable for your husband.

"I want to hear you speak (Y/n). If I say something you answer me with those pretty lips."

You grinned, rolling your hips so you could grind against the hardened c*ck that rested above it. "You think I'm pretty~?" You sought with a breathy voice.

His hand on the back of your knee tightened.

"I'll answer when you're stuffed full of my c*m."

You squealed giddily and reached down to his length but he released your hair so he could snatch your wrist. He pinned it above your head while his other hand latched onto his cock and pressed the dripping head at your entrance.

It took everything in you not to grind against the tip.

He pressed and prodded it, just barely stretching your hole until he drove in with no remorse. Your (e/c)'s eyes widened, a gasp stuck in your throat as an arch formed in your spine.

The stretch hurt, you were wet enough but the size of him required your walls to stretch to remold around his veiny c*ck.

The pain had you quivering, eyes glazing over with tears. The sight had your husband's hold on your wrist slacken, a pang of guilt arising in his eyes.

At the sight, you furrowed your brows and reached upwards to yank on some strands of silky midnight locks.

"Do not dare look at me like that, Illumi." You seethed. "I won so f*ck me like you don't care! Make it hurt, make it hurt so good that I'm begging for more."

Like a switch flipping, the slightest acknowledgment of guilt was gone and all you could see was primal desire.

He released your wrist only to slap his hand over your mouth and shove your head into the mattress. Your husband gripped your left thigh, pressing it down against your chest so he could visibly observe your c*nt.

When he drove his hips back so his c*ck could pull away from the warm depths of your body, your lips could be seen holding him down as if begging him to never go.

He liked that.

The force he used to rock back into you had your whole body jolting on the bed. You cried, wailing audible but muffled under his hand from the forceful thrust.

It hurt so good.

Like the sadistic man he is, he f*cked you as if you were nothing. Plunging himself so deeply that he brushed against every sensitive spot inside and reached your cervix.

His trapezius muscles flexed as he thrust so heavily violent, the arch in your back developing greater.

Your whines and pleads of pleasure were incoherent, vibrating against his cool palm with saliva already dripping from the corner of your lips.

His hips jerked as he quickly gained momentum and rolled his hips continuously. He beat into you as if he owned you.

"Can't even focus, huh? Lookin already dazed, my wife."

Your abdomen tingled, stomach tensing as your climax already began to approach. You knew you should have lasted longer but when he was drilling into you so carelessly as you've always wanted...well how could you not c*m so quickly.

The male was being clenched down by your inner walls, sucking him in even deeper. The head of his c*ck kissed the barrier with heavy thrust.

Your insides that were being gripped down on his member, walls fitting tighter around him so perfectly, allowing you to feel every thick vein that protruded against the skin of his c*ck.

The ridges were a bout of added pleasure that you were obsessed with. They skimmed effortlessly along with the tender areas that had you squirming, quivering, just about c*mming on his d*ck.

You molded so tightly around him as if your body was trying to keep him inside as much as possible. As if you never wanted to let him go and keep him all to yourself.

The pace of his gloriously rocking hips grew. Every time he rocked his pelvis forward he pressed the head of his c*ck against the entrance to your womb.

There was so much of him left, so much that wanted to be in you but couldn't due to the barrier deep inside. It enranged him.

He desired for all of himself to be inside, clenched by velvety walls, burning from your warmth inside.

So, he took his sudden anger out on you and drove harder inside instead.

"Ah~!" The scream was hoarse, broken under his hands as your eyes rolled back inside your head. You clamped down so firmly on him that his hips quivered and jerked for a moment.

The tingling in your abdomen grew intense before it flushed through every nerve inside your body. Your insides were fluttering, tensing up all nice and tight.

It was a wave of ecstasy and euphoria that blanketed your mind.

You couldn't even speak, or think as you felt your walls pulsate to the beat of your ragged heart.

Your stomach contracted, the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. The free leg that wasn't being held down slammed against his side, pressing into him as you threw your head back into the mattress.

"C*mming already?" He sought. "Can't handle a little force huh?"

You could only whimper, jolting from the oversensitive from his c*ck that continued to be drilled inside unremorsefully.

His fingers gripped below your jaw and forced your dazed expression to face him.

"Hey, Hey. Speak so I know when you're too f*cked to produce coherent words."

You swallowed strenuously, having to force yourself to focus and think of something to say back.

"Illumi~." You sang his name like a breathless hymn and reached for his wrist, digging your nails into his flesh that you were sure you'd reach the bone.

The man grunted in acknowledgment and switched his hold to be grasping your throat. He pressed down firmly, removing the ability to breathe comfortably as you sucked in air helplessly.

Your hips bucked upwards, tears glazing over as the inner corner of your eyes burned from the bliss.

Choked moans and mewls along with the wet squishing noise of his crotch barely meeting yours echoed in the bedroom.

Your free leg dropped onto the bed, your body becoming limp from how high the choking made you feel.

"Going limp on my d*ck already? Should I f*ck you unconscious and drive so deep until you wake up again?"

You struggled to speak against his hand but the male rose his arched brows, pretending like he heard a legible response.

Drool dribbled down your chin and trailed down your jaw, your teeth clenching into each other as you barely had any strength to hold his wrist.

Your body coated itself in sweat in an attempt to cool down. Hair stuck to your face, neck, and any possible slicked skin that it could touch.

The lack of air made everything twice as sensitive, it compelled all your senses to push into overdrive.

Illumi's hand that applied pressure on your larynx ached but you wanted more. You wanted harder even though your vision was blurring, darkened voids takings their place over the sight of your husband.

Right before the apex of your choking could lead you into unconsciousness he released your throat. You inhaled sharply, devouring proper air that had your stomach tingle intensely once again.

Your husband brushed his thumb tenderly over your swollen bottom lip only for a moment. That tenderness was quickly removed as he planted his open hand on the side of your face and drove it down harshly into the mattress.

The force, the aggression, it wasn't long until the tingling grew far more intense. It had you quivering, crying as you wailed and whimpered.

Tears and drool glistened on the skin of your face, such a pretty sight for your husband.

"You're so needy. You want to c*m again, don't you?" He questioned. You didn't respond, his words were taking a moment to register in your head.

The lack of response had the male scowl. His hips jutted forward so he could press so deeply inside that his tip did more than just kiss the entrance to your womb.

"F-F*ck!" You cursed under your breath.

"Talk, (Y/n)! Don't disobey your husband now."

Your teeth chattered against each other, your lids flickering open and closed. Barely even focusing your gaze on the sweaty built frame of your husband had your expression one of absolute daze.

"Please." You could barely even squeeze the words out. "Please let me c*m. I-I need to c*m so bad it h-hurts!"

"Oh?" He expressed lightly. "So you can speak still."

The ache in your neck throbbed from how he forced your head to the side but you welcomed it with open arms.

This was everything you wanted, everything you've been craving for years.

Both of his hands dropped to your hip and pressed his fingertips into your skin which was soon accompanied by his nails.

The hold allowed for him to not only just rut into you but also guide your lower body to meet every heavy forceful thrust.

You tightened, memorizing where the thickest vein to the thinnest rubbed against your walls around him. The man swallowed thickly, rolling his eyes slightly in the back of his head as his c*ck twitched inside.

He was close to his end, pulsating with every thrust and rut that matched your guided hips.

"F*ck. I'm going to c*m and you're going to take it all like a good little wife, right?"

You nodded eagerly and reached for the back of your thighs to pull your legs wider open.

Illumi groaned, the vein on his neck throbbing as he audibly huffed. "You better not let a single drop seep out. All of it, every single f*cking drop better stay inside your greedy f*cking c*nt."

He tilted his head to the side, his midnight hair sticking to his broad back and shoulders. "You hear me?"

"Y-Yes."

"That's what I like to hear."

It didn't take much longer for you to reach another orgasm. The tight tingling sensation in your lower abdomen pulsated and throbbed before it all flushed through your system.

Only choked gasps and whimpering left your lips as your stomach flexed and contracted due to the pressure.

The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on it every time he had pulled out and drilled back in.

Reaching the very peak of your ecstasy it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure coursed throughout your veins as adrenaline would, with eyes rolling back in your head drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.

You saw white with your hearing abruptly zoning in and out, the only thing you could hear was your husband's muffled grunts and groans above you.

He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so close and tight on your hips.

The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.

"Look at the mess your making on yourself, darling."

So tight, so firm you clenched around his c*ck and that was all he need to finally reach his own release. His abdomen tensed and tingled, contracting as the ecstasy burst through his veins.

You could feel him twitching, throbbing inside of you. He swelled up nicely as his balls tensed. His seed flooded through his c*ck before it finally released through the tip.

Illumi's c*ck that brushed against the entrance of your womb had now kissed it stiffly, a spray of his heated liquid pouring into it.

"Take it, take it all like the greedy little wife you are."

Your teeth clenched down at the sensation, gripping over him to draw every bit of his seed into you.

His hips jerk, the angle of your bottom allowing for every hearty spurt of his seed to drip and gush into your womb and stay there.

The man was greedy, desiring for everything that came from him to coat your insides and pool within the very deep sensitive area of your body.

Your body sucked and gripped down on him, begging for every last drop from his sturdy balls that pressed firmly against your bottom.

"F*ck." His own voice cracked, eyes shutting tightly from one of his strongest climaxes to ever ripple through his veins.

The both of you were breathing heavily, chest falling and rising rapidly with the weight of exhaustion taking over. It hurt to keep your eyes open, the weariness from the chase and the very rough intercourse had drained you of all energy.

"(Y/n), hey." He slapped your face lightly to you wake you. You groaned, swallowing saliva to ease the itchiness in the back of your throat.

Your husband slowly removed himself from inside, observing the way his slightly pink c*ck now shimmered in your glistening mixed climaxes.

When he was fully out it wasn't long before his c*m was attempting to leak out of your used and abused hole.

"What did I say, (Y/n)." There was an undertone of vexation. "Keep it all inside. Keep all of me inside or I swear I'm f*cking you stupid."

You had no strength, absolutely exhausted. You couldn't do it, it wasn't possible. Attempting to keep the thick liquid inside was a challenge you already failed from the start.

There was so much that he had held back, so much pent up that when he reached his climax he couldn't help but paint your insides white and fill it with his overwhelming amount of seed.

So when your husband witnessed the smallest stream escape your hole and dribble down your bottom... his hands were back on your body.

Illumi grasped your flaccid limbs and lifted you up onto your feet. You couldn't stand, already falling over from the ache in your thighs but he held you up by your throat.

He bore a seat on the bed where you once were and laid your body over his lap. Your breast hanging over the edge of his thigh with your bottom resting in the air, your legs quivering.

"You want to disobey me right? You want to defy your husband and ignore what he tells you?"

You shook your head at his words and whispered out a weak 'no'.

The man let a large hand reach down to your bottom, caressing the thickness before digging the pads of his calloused fingertips into your warm flesh.

His gaze turned over to your backside and grasped both of your bottoms, spreading apart your cheeks so your c*nt lips could flare open.

More of his seed dripped out, cascading down your warm thighs and sticking to your skin.

He observed it intently, his expression stoic for a moment before his arched brows furrowed.

"My wife needs to learn her lesson, yes?"

A shiver ran up your bare spine, dispositions of potential outcomes danced through your head. What do you say? What do you do?

You didn't know, only rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to create friction and subdue that returning heartbeat in your cl*t.

Abruptly one of his hands came down upon one of your bottom cheeks, his hand opened with full contact on your skin.

"Ah!" You wailed out audibly, the burning of the corner of your eyes starting as it glazed over with tears.

Your a** jiggled, your thighs rippling from the force as you push your bottom up unconsciously. Throbbing stinging pain flushed through your skin and spread down your legs.

"You still don't answer me? Did I f*ck you stupid already?" He sought, the rumbling of his speech felt against your side that pressed on his chest.

Swallowing thickly you reached over to the bed to dig your nails into the soft cushion. "N-No." It was barely above a whisper.

His open hand came down on the opposite cheek, this time harder and more forceful. The gasp halted in your throat, your whole body jolting from the violent might of his slap.

"Who do you think you're talking to!? You better speak louder!?"

Your bottom began to ache, throbbing as heat rushed to the spanked skin. It made your cl*t throb, the force, how treated you like a ragdoll, throwing you around and holding you down.

There was no denying that you liked it. Becoming even more turned on with every domineering slap that hurt so good.

"Y-Yes! God(s), please Illumi."

The man dragged his fingers down your thighs with feather-like touches up and down until he reached dripping c*nt.

He gave you no preparation or warning as two of his fingers drove into your c*m filled inside and passed downwards against your bladder.

You clenched so tightly, spasm almost from the overstimulation. One of your hands gripped onto his thighs and you attempted to remove yourself from over his lap but it was futile.

He gripped the back of your neck and forced your head down, essentially keeping your body over his lap as he began pumping his fingers inside.

His chilled long nimble fingers reached deep and grazed over the stimulants inside. Your hips were bucking, body spams as you cried and wailed.

"You're so pretty." He complimented, squeezing his fingers over the back of your neck while driving his fingers harder.

Illumi leaned down for a moment to kiss the middle of your back, his cold lips a soothing touch on your burning skin.

"So f*cking pretty I lose my mind." He huffed, almost overwhelmed by your quivering form on his lap.

For a moment he removed his drenched fingers and slammed them down on your heated cheeks. You screamed, eyes rolling back in your head as hit your other cheek with an open hand.

Two...three...four, he hit you four times with intense force before resuming his fingers place back inside. Your stomach was tingling, your org*sm reaching closer and bringing you closer to the edge.

"Desperate, desperate you are getting off on being hit. I can feel how close you are, it's funny."

You pressed your stomach more into his lap, back arching as your hips swayed from the overstimulation.

The tingling grew more intense, spreading across your abdomen as adrenaline coursed through your veins.

Removing his fingers from inside he grasped your hair, throwing your head back as his other hand forced your body upwards.

He guided your body hurridly to be straddling his lap, the tip of his leaking c*ck at your sopping wet entrance.

Your husband was quick to plunge inside again so your org*sm couldn't dissipate. He reached so far inside, your walls spamming as they worked to stretch and form around him again.

Pressing your sweaty chest against him, hands flew to his shoulders where you dug your nails into his pale flesh.

Illumi griped your hip, fingers driving into your plump skin so he could use his strength and guide your body to bounce on him.

Quicker, faster his c*ck pounding inside that pressed against the entrance to your womb was bringing your climax closer at a rapid rate.

Your husband tugged on your hair and forced your head back so your throat was open to him. He wasted no time attaching his lips to your skin, sucking, marking it all with contusions and love bites.

You couldn't help but smile. Ecstasy and euphoria were infused with every nerve inside of your body. This was exactly what you wanted.

Illumi manhandled your body, throwing you around, and doing whatever he wanted. The chase had heightened every one of his senses and slowly broke his self-control.

If you hadn't won he wouldn't be like this. He wouldn't just be treating you like a f*ck toy and abusing his strength over yours.

You loved it, you loved it all.

With his fat c*ck brushing against the stimulants inside, driving in so deeply, it was all you needed to release for the third time.

Your lips parted as you shakily inhaled. You drew blood from his shoulders while pressing against his chest.

Rolling your eyes back into your head your lids flickered. Your walls tightened and squeezed, convulsing around his pounding c*ck.

"You look so f*cking pretty c*mming on my c*ck." He breathed against your skin, pulling back so he could fully see your debauched expression.

The creamy liquids of your org*sm milked his length, drenching his pubic hair and dripping down your thighs.

Your walls fluttered, coursing through every vein and boiling the blood below your skin. Sucking and goading him for more.

You were shaking with your whole body trembling above him. It didn't take long for Illumi to move you once again.

He lifted your succulent body with his firm hands and flopped your frame on your left side on the bed. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed while holding your right thigh open to reveal your c*nt to him.

Aggressively he plunged inside and held your lifted leg over his arm as both hands held onto your curved waist.

You unconsciously ground against him, back stretching as you reached behind your frame to grip the bedsheets drenched in your sweat.

With every prominent thrust of his hips, he made your a** jiggle and ripple. He hummed blissfully, his pupilless optics keeping their gaze on your plush bottom.

He stroked so deeply, so profoundly as he lost himself in the wet warmth of your insides. He couldn't get enough of the whole rendition.

Your moans and mewls were encouragement. Rippling bruised cheeks from his spankings fueled him harder.

He was close again, stomach tingling and balls tensing. The thoughts of spilling into you again were what he needed to grip so tightly he bruised your skin.

His perfectly straightened teeth ground against each other as they felt his stomach start to contract and tense.

"I'm going to c*m again and this time you'll listen to me right?" He didn't wait for an answer as he spoke again. "Be the little vixen you are and suck it all from me. Hold it in as if your life depends on it."

At the moment he mostly meant that last part.

By now you most definitely couldn't produce any words. Your throat was raw from moaning and ached from the dryness of your esophagus.

(e/c) optics rolled back into your head, eyelids barely able to keep open as your husband swelled inside of you once again.

His c*ck was felt twitching inside your clenching walls, molded around him in a tight hold that was constraining.

You were eager to feel the sensation of his seed filling into your womb and Illumi was just as impatient to give you what you wanted.

The man's hips jerked upwards, the tip of his member kissing your cervix as his body finally released and he was met with his climax.

He inhaled audibly, grunting aloud and calling out your name in an almost desperate plea.

Warm spurts of his c*m sprayed from his tip into your womb that amassed all of it greedily. They were thick, painting your insides white with his slow lascivious thrust.

Your belly felt full, heavy even as the comforting feeling drove through every nerve in your body and numbed your brain.

He continued to roll his member inside, making sure every last drop was drained from his firm balls before finally, he allowed himself to still and plug his seed.

Almost frantically he captured your lips again while surrounding your torso with his long muscular arms.

Illumi held you tightly to his chest, desperately attempting to be closer to you both physically and spiritually. No matter how much he could press your body against his it never felt enough.

"I love you." He murmured in your ear, placing much softer smooches below your ear. "I must apologize if I went too far.

You shook your head blissfully and weekly rested a hand atop his head. "I love you too. And I don't think I require an apology tonight, my husband."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

[her-majesty-horiko]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 𝐙𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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➷ ᴄɪᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏ ɢɪʀʟ

ᴛᴀɢs - friends, village, mention of marriage, finding groom, only slight feelings mentioned, indirect kiss

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Looking down on the road where merchants walk upon to reach the market, you sigh before sitting against tree trunk.

"No good man come here today." You mumbled to yourself as you look at sky that was filled with few white clouds.

Your view was quickly cut when a white hair boy's face suddenly appear in front of you. His hair dangling towards down due to gravity as he pulled his head towards down from a branch just above you.

A shriek left your mouth at his suddenly appearance. Composing yourself with an annoyed stare you ask him what was he doing.

"Just seeing a girl who likes to stare every single man like her prey." He nonchalantly said, his head still dangling.

"W-what?" Feeling humiliated you tired to pulled his head down but he quickly pulled himself up as you stare at boy's figure casually laying against tree trunk like he just didn't humiliate you.

You grind your teeth in annoyance as you wonder why he always needs to belittle your ideology to find a suitable groom like this.

Killua Zoldyck, also known as "City Boy" by you since he is from a large city, is a sixteen years old boy who is currently staying in your village since along ago one of his ancestors do a deed for this village and every since then, this village treat someone from the family like some important guest. They even gifted a big piece of land to their family, in which's house Killua is currently staying.

(Y/N) (L/N) aka you, who is called as "Monkey Girl" by Killua since he have watch you eat lot of food and always find you on or near tree. Since in your village kids are marriage early and you're still unmarried, you are currently finding a groom for you. Something Killua looks down on.

"Don't you have anything else to do other than staring at males?"

"Don't make me sound like some pervert!"

He sure don't know best way to start a conversation.

"I am just finding a groom for myself" I said as I lay my eyes on road.

"Aren't you too young for marriage?" He said as he look towards you from above.

"Not in this village."

It was silent for a while as wind move your hair behind. Looking at the position of sun you decided it was past noon. It was time to return back to village.

You called for Killua to go and knowing you won't get any response, you quickly jump down yourself and after the while so did Killua.

You both started to walk towards your way with a little chit-chat, though it was mostly you with asking questions about the place he come from.

"Say, say so you think you can introduce me to someone from your place?" You ask him as Killua give you a strange look, like he was werid out by you but at same time was judging you.

"What's with that look?" You ask him feeling annoyed.

"Don't you ever think about something else other than marriage?"

"Of course I do. How am I supposed to adjust after marriage? How many kids do I want? What skills will I teach my daughter? And let me think on of more." You counted your list on your fingers as Killua just ask you to leave this topic.

"Why did I even bother asking that."

You both reach the market as a smell of some delicious food enter your nose, following it while drooling you reach near the stall as you feel tempted to literally just eat whole stall.

"It will be no suprise if one day you did happen to eat whole stall. I can see his possibility." He said in his usual nonchalant tone as you throw him a angry glare before man running the stall ask you if you would like to each it.

"Yes, how much it is?"

"One for thirty only."

"Huhh, aren't it way too much?"

"Well it's a new dish so I got to make as much as I can before it lost its popularity."

Feeling you can understand man's motive too you decided you will quietly but one without much bragging.

"Ten...fifteen...twenty...I only got twenty on me!" You feel your heart sink. You turn your back around and tired to check your all body, wishing from some place coins might appear magically but of course nothing appear.

Feeling disappointed on your luck you turn around and was about to told man that you will try the food some other day but then you see a hand pushed a hot food wrapped in newspaper in your hands.

"You buy this for me City Boy?" You said with stars rising in your eyes,"Well duhh! Do you think I would just give my own food to a monkey like you?" He smirked at his statement as you rise your first ready to hit him.

"Plus you would have gloomy fave for rest of day if you didn't eat it and it would be an annoying sight." He tried to tease you but this time you didn't get irritated by his words because you focus on their meaning.

"So you wanted to see me happy?"

"Huhhh." Killua feel heat rising to his face as you said those words. He even ask you how you come to such a conclusion.

"Well you say yourself you didn't want to me see sad."

"My words were different!"

"But meaning wasn't."

"Y-you. . .Ahhh whatever. Arguing with you like talking with wall anyways!" Killua state as he rubbed his template.

You didn't comment anything back too him for a while before you thank him with bright smile as Killua feel a flinch in his heart.

Deciding to eat it at some quiet you guys walk a little more before you sit down under a tree and begin to chew on the food Killua brought.

"It's so tasty!" Big stars were in your eyes as Killua stare at your silly behaviour.

"Here have a bite Killua."

"I don't want it."

"Just a bite."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

You do things without care. Killua feel like you, yourself never face a rejection that's why you're like this, so stubborn.

"This food was brought by your money so you deserved to have a bite too. Plus it's if you can't offer whole thing atleast be kind enough to give a small piece of it, my mother used to say that."

Killua remember how you live with your father's brother since he and your mother went towards your mother's home on other side of mountain but never return. Probably dead.

You look at food with sadness growing on your face but suddenly Killua snatched it and take a bite as red lines appear on your cheeks.

"What are you looking at now? I take a bite as you, aren't you happy?"

"I-I am b-but. . ." Your voice faded in between. Killua rise a brow before you bring it close to his mouth for another bite but this time you snatched it from his hand as tck formed in his head.

"So I was only allowed for one bite?" He said in angry tone as he crossed his arms.

"O-of course not!" You respond back quickly. You didn't want him to think you didn't have heart to share more and it was just formality.

"W-well you s-see. . ." You avert your eyes to avoid his stare as you build courage to say your next words.

"I see what?" He question waiting for your response. You mumbled something to yourself that Killua didn't catch on,"What?" Heat rise to your face as with a deep breath you scream your words,"IT WAS AN INDIRECT KISS IF YOU DON'T REALISED!"

And after that it was silent for a while before Killua's face explode.

"WHY DID YOU OFFER ME A BITE THEN?

"I ONLY SAY IT AND THINK YOU WITH BREAK FROM OTHER SIDE AND EAT IT."

"SO YOU ARE BLAMING THIS ON ME?"

"I AM NOT!"

And after the shouting session both you cough as your faces were still flustered.

"I think you guys didn't know about these kind of things?" Killua rub his neck as he eyed you.

"So it was on purpose then?" You eye him suspiciously.

"Don't accuse me!"

Sighing you told him how just because your village is not not influenced by modern culture doesn't mean here people don't know physical affections and all.

"But you know it's my first indirect kiss so be honoured!" You tried to get almighty and prideful but Killua's response again made you mad

"I wonder if eating a food eaten by a monkey previously have any effects on human."

"You are so rude City Boy. You know forget about when I said introduced me to someone from city cause I BET everyone is JUST like YOU!"

Poking your tongue, you munched on your food as you stare at the sky that was filled with bright rays of sun on the other hand Killua just started at sides inorder to hide his red face.

"It's not like I am affected by the fact I shared indirect kiss with that Monkey Girl. Its probably too hot today that's why my body is feeling strange.

"Hey City Boy your face is way too red, you alright?"

You brought your face closer to him as back of your hands touch his cheeks to check his temperature.

Already feeling conflicted by his previous feelings and now this. Killua just put his all blame on you.

"It's all your fault Monkey Girl!

"Eh?"

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I wonder why I write oneshots in a way like it's one part of a whole story.(⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

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[kisayuri]

An Unfinished Conversation

(KilluGon one-shot)

After facing the Chimera Ants and going through an experience that nearly cost Gon his life, Killua and Gon reunite in the hospital.

They still have a pending conversation.

~~~~~~~~~

In the end, everything turned out fine.

His parents have finally lifted the alert about him and Alluka. Illumi is far away from him and his sister, and Nanika will stay with them for a long time. And Gon...

Gon is safe.

That sentence repeats in his mind. Over and over again.

Gon is safe.

Gon is okay.

Gon is alive.

So, why did he feel so terrible?

~~~

His fingers nervously gripped his cell phone. He knew Gon had been awake for several hours now, but not until his family gave him the green light did he even consider reaching out to see how he was. As far as he's concerned, Killua is now en route to the city after trying to find a way to save him, a feeble excuse to justify his sudden recovery. Now, sitting on a bench outside the hospital with his sister Alluka, they await his friend's arrival.

With a deep sigh, he leans heavily against the wooden backrest of the bench. His thoughts swirl with uncontrollable emotions he doesn't want to confront, but he can't help it: every time he closes his eyes, his mind drifts back to that forest. And he remembers that nen that was Gon, yet at the same time, wasn't. A nen filled with pure rage and desperation that could obliterate everything in its path. A destructive nen that wasn't Gon.

He feels a lump forming in his throat.

"Why did you have to do it that way?" he whispered to himself. "Were you so desperate that you couldn't even wait for me?"

He just wants things to go back to normal.

The sound of his phone interrupts his train of thought. Checking the screen, he notices at least twelve missed calls from Leorio. However, he knows it's not Leorio who's calling.

He only lets it ring twice before answering.

"KILLUA?!" Gon's voice echoes in his ear, causing his heart to skip a beat. It takes him a few seconds to find the words and to overcome the tightness in his throat.

"Hey, Gon," he finally answers. "Are you-"

"Killua! Where are you? We need to talk right now, Kite...! Kite's alive! I have to tell you everything... And- and I met Ging! Where are you, are you okay?"

"Gon, Gon," he interrupts. Beside him, his sister looks on with curiosity. "I'm at Swardani hospital. Where are you?"

"In the car! Leorio's driving me, we're heading there now! Don't move!"

"... I'll wait here."

"And, Killua..."

"Hm?" He waits, intrigued by the sudden change in his friend's tone.

"... Never mind... See you soon."

As soon as he hangs up the phone, he covers his eyes with one hand and an uncontrollable smile of relief spreads across his lips. He can sense the joy in his sister's voice when she asks if Gon's okay, and a nearly imperceptible tear escapes from the corner of his eye as he nods.

It's the same old Gon again.

~~~

Restlessly, Gon hangs up Leorio's phone and returns it to him.

"How did it go?" Leorio asks, not taking his eyes off the road as he slips the phone back into his pocket. Gon glances at him with a heavy look.

"Well... He didn't seem mad."

"Of course, he isn't!" Leorio exclaims. "You just woke up from a coma and both of you have been through a lot. How could he be mad at you?"

Gon opens his mouth to reply, but Leorio beats him to it.

"Look... Whatever happened between you two, it's in the past, okay? What matters is everything turned out fine. Killua's your best friend. Stop worrying."

But Gon is worried. It's been less than a full day since he woke up. He finally met Ging, then learned of Kite's return, and that everyone's okay. At that moment, his head was a whirlwind of emotions, with joy, confusion, and relief intertwined.

But there is something else.

In the midst of all the happiness, what he still remembers, what's still embedded deep within, is that overwhelming rage that blinded him and set him aflame from the inside out. His body, mind, and heart all disintegrating, burning him up.

He also remembers Killua, always having his back with unwavering calmness. He had always been the calm that his storm needed. But this time Gon messed up. He let his storm rage on, hurting even his friend in the process.

And that hurt him the most.

~~~

"Why are you so nervous, brother?"

"I'm not nervous," Killua murmurs, turning to her with a smile. "I'm excited. I finally get to introduce you to Gon! You'll see, Alluka!" he exclaims with feigned happiness. But it's not true, and neither is his smile. Alluka can still see it in his eyes. The truth is, anxiety is eating him alive.

It's just Gon, what's wrong with me?

Alluka shakes her head.

"Brother, are you sad because you're mad at Gon?"

His smile freezes.

And he realizes Alluka has hit the nail on the head.

Of course, he's mad at Gon. How could he not be?

"KILLUA!"

And there he was. Killua takes a deep breath and turns to Leorio's car that's just parked a few yards away. Gon's head pops out of the window, and as soon as they stop, he jumps out and runs toward him.

How could he not be, after Gon had done that to himself?

Killua rises from the bench somewhat slowly and takes a few steps forward to meet him, signaling his sister to wait behind.

How could he not feel this way after putting him through the worst days of his life, making him believe he'd lose him?

Gon finally stops in front of him. His eyes have always been an open window for Killua. Now he can clearly see guilt and worry and regret. However, a shy smile appears at the corner of his mouth. His heart hesitates.

How could he not feel this way... after almost leaving him forever?

"You've recovered," Killua murmurs. It's not a question, just an acknowledgment. He can notice how Gon slightly flinches at his tone.

Always the same. It's always me who cleans up your messes, but this time...

"Yes..." He scratches the back of his neck, avoiding Killua's intense gaze.

Killua wants to be angry with him. He wants him to apologize for everything, for being a fool who doesn't think before he acts. For leaving him. For moving on without him.

…For making him feel utterly alone again.

...This time you have to apologize.

Everything happens in just a split second. Suddenly, Gon's face crumples, and his golden eyes are flooded with a sea of tears like Killua has never seen before.

He sighs, feeling his strength crumbling.

"Gon..." he barely whispers.

"KILLUA, I'M SO SORRY!" he exclaims. "I've been such an idiot, I shouldn't have said everything I told you! And I was...!" He sniffles, "I was so angry and so sad and so out of it that..." He pauses for just a few seconds, searching for the right words. Finally, unable, he shakes his head. His eyes once again lock onto those of his friend. The only thing left in them now is pure sincerity. Killua watches him without saying a word. But what hurts me the most is that I've hurt you, Killua, a lot, and it's something I can never forgive myself for," he concludes, fixing his gaze on the floor before raising it back to him. "Honestly... right now, I don't deserve to be your friend."

Then something clicks in Killua's mind. What did he just say?

Without a second thought, he takes a step towards him and hugs him tightly. Gon doesn't hesitate and returns the hug even more forcefully, burying his face in his shoulder.

"Gon, you big idiot..." he begins with a sad smile, resting his chin on his friend's neck, "you're the best friend I could ever imagine having. And there's no way that can change," he continues. At this moment, his legs feel like jelly. He's acutely aware that what he's about to do, open up to someone to show his vulnerability, is something he's never tried, not even with Gon. He's grateful to be able to tell him without having to meet his big puppy eyes directly. "It's true that everything that's happened has hurt me a lot," he admits in a whisper, "but not being able to handle the situation, to help you... to be there for you, before everything happened... was undoubtedly the worst," he sighs heavily. "But it doesn't matter if you leave, if you do some absurd nonsense again, if we fight, I..." His hand tightly grips Gon's back. It's extremely hard for him to voice all these words out loud. He can't help but lower his voice, and a slight blush creeps onto his cheeks. "Listen closely because I won't repeat it, okay?" Gon nods against his neck, paying full attention. "Gon, I'll always want to be by your side. No matter what, who, or when. You're the most important person to me, and nothing can change that."

Killua surprises himself by feeling totally calm now.

"So don't you dare say something as stupid as you don't deserve to be my friend again, because I'll beat you up, you moron."

Gon nods without letting go of him yet, unable for the first time in his life to speak a word, something that Killua appreciates, just this once.

Now, at last, everything is alright again.

My goodness, the first story I've ever written. I truly hope that those of you who've made it this far have enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. The original ending in the series was terribly weak, and I couldn't rest until I wrote my own version.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope to continue sharing more stories about these two soon :)

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Killua agere one-shot ໒ ˚⁎

Hi can you do a regressor Killua with a Caregiver User please ?

Killua sat on the cliff's edge, his legs swinging like a little kid's. His silver hair fell into his eyes as he clutched his favorite stuffed bunny, a small comfort in his regressed state

You approached quietly, your presence always a source of comfort. "Hey Killua, sweetie" you said softly, sitting beside him.

He looked up, his big eyes filled with a mix of relief and vulnerability. "Hi," he whispered, holding out his bunny for you to see. "Bunny wanted to see the sunset..."

You smiled warmly. "That's a good idea. It's a beautiful sunset !"

Killua nodded, snuggling closer to you. "Sometimes I feel scared," he admitted, his voice small and childlike. You wrapped an arm around him. "It's okay to feel that way. I'm here with you my sweetheart" you replied

He leaned into you, finding solace in your presence. "Can we get ice cream?" he asked, his voice tinged with hopeful innocence

"Of course," you continued, standing up and holding out your hand. "Let's go get your favorite flavor, little one !

Killua took your hand, his grip tight like a child's. As you walked to the ice cream parlor, he chattered about his day, his worries momentarily forgotten.

In the cozy parlor, he picked out his favorite flavor with enthusiasm, his eyes lighting up. Sitting together, he savored each bite, occasionally offering you a taste from his spoon.

"Thank you," he said softly, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Anytime, Killua," you replied, ruffling his hair affectionately. "I'm always here for you"

DNI: basic criteria, DSMP, vivziepop/h4zbin h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl, nsfw/k!nk, anti-agere, anti Christians blogs

[tht0nesimp]

Yandere killua x reader- Breathe

tw: medical malpractice, cuts (not self-inflicted), blood, vivisection(?), cursing, SADISM, punishment, mentions of escape

Breathe. You could ignore it, The sensation of the tubes, needles, and other medical supplies that you could practically feel on your skin already even though they all laid docile in the room

"It's going to hurt" Killua barely glanced at you, his hands were instead idly searching for something. "Aha" he whispered when he found the tool he had been searching for in the drawer for a few minutes since he'd strapped you down to this fucking bed

You tried to imagine that your attempt had worked, that you were on a train going to your inherited home on the beach while killua searched for you. But he doesn't seem to care about the tears that continued to form in your tired eyes and instead, he grabbed an IV bag as well as a thick needle, and a securement device he proceeded to shove the needle roughly into a vein in your restrained arms "benzodiazepines" he leaned in and whispered into your ear to speak that god awful drug that seemed to make every muscle relax, your brain felt too awake, but your body was numb and fuzzy, like it was encased in this invisible layer of impenetrable fluff that wouldn't let you move even slightly

"Can you feel this?" he tested, poking your leg gently, "mhm.." the ability to speak felt like it was being ripped away from you. He ran a scalpel across the width of your leg, thin blood masking some of the silver of the medical instrument which he quickly wiped off

This was hell, you regretted everything, He was using your fears against you and it was unfair, You just wanted to go back to being a normal person who dated who they wanted! You wanted to go back to not living on some hell-borne mountain full of cold assassins! Alas, the words quickly fizzle out as your reminded of the burning pain in your leg as killua wraps it in gauze

" 'm sorry" you gasp as he snips at your skin with a pair of forceps unceremoniously, "No your not, dont lie" you nod as much as the drugs would give you in slack for you to move your head. Tears finally start flowing and they only add to the pain since your restrained-not like the drugs would let you even if you weren't restrained- arms were unable to move to wipe them away

He showed you a small ounce of mercy by wiping a few away, even if the sensation of his hand against your skin was nearly hurl-inducing due to previous events. "If you ever lie again, ill cut you open" he extremely gently takes the scalpel and drags it down your stomach until he reaches where your shorts were clad on your waist

"Maybe i should make you wear a hospital gown?" he smiled cheekily as he watched you shake your head gently while groans escaped from your throat in place of pleading "Baka.." he chuckled a little bit and seemed to let the idea rest- at least for now- instead, he chose to adjust your IV "You know what youll need for the next couple months?" your eyes widen at the implication of months of this "treatment"

"A catheter"

Just breathe, dont look at the long tube

Dont feel him slip your shorts and panties down to your ankles

Just...

Breathe

[animestsstuff2]

Masterlist!

welcome to my masterlist

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Levi Ackerman fics

Izuku Midoryia fics

Hawks fics

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Killua Zoldyck X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: MC was Killua's beloved daughter. On a normal day, the father-daughter duo went out to have fun with a cute creature she found.

Word Count: 282

"Come here Usa-chan!" Little footsteps followed the hop of a furry white bunny. After a while, the little creature stopped hopping and (y/n) finally got a hold of it. "Gotcha!" The [h/l] [h/c]-haired girl giggled while rubbing her cheeks to the bunny.

Watching from behind the girl stood a white-haired male, smiling to himself at his daughter's actions. "Ah! Papa, look!" (y/n) noticed her father and looked at him, showing him the animal while smiling.

"Do you want to keep it (y/n)?" Killua kneel down next to her and then smiled. "Uh-huh!" The child nodded her head in glee, "Usa-chan will be my pet for life!"

The silverette chuckled while picking his daughter from the ground, (y/n) sat in her father's arms while the bunny stayed in her arms. "Papa, you know..." The girl called, petting the white bunny.

"Yes, dear?" Killua looked at his daughter. "Let's find you a Usa-chan too!" (y/n) beamed at him, [e/c] orbs that sparkled with excitement met Killua's blue ones. The male eyes' softened as he flashed her a heartwarming smile.

"Sure"

[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

Chapter 4

H X H ( ILLUMI ZOLDYCK )

CONTROL

WC: 1846

TW: None really, just the usual mention of the idea of abuse of how they were raised ( but nothing crazy or described)

Masterlist

chapter 3

A/N: Hey Guys so here's chapter 4, It's longer! lol so i didn’t proof read, i tend to reread my things after they publish because only then do i catch any mistakes! something about people reading it and finding the mistakes that gets me scared... but I hope Y'all enjoy! I'm so surprised by how many people actually read the first chapter! so thank you to anyone who reads my work! if you have any suggestions or anything let me know! Also tried adding an IIlumi POV! and look how handsome he is!

It had been around 11 years since the last time the two had seen one another, illumi now was an older brother to 4 other siblings. 

Noa was also a sibling to 3 other siblings, all of which were boys. Making her lose the title to being the heir to the family business the moment her first sibling was born. Noa had been trained to no end, and began taking on her own missions. Both of the assassins had begun making a name for themselves, illumi being known for getting the job done quickly. Noa was known for getting information her clients needed and killing the target after. 

Illumi (POV)

I had just gotten back from my mission and I was dead tired. Mother had called me mid mission letting me know that when I get home we’ll be having guests and to look presentable. I feel as though she forgets the business we’re a part of. You never know how you’ll come out looking after an assassination. With a small sigh I prepare to walk into the living room.

“ illumi dearest welcome home.” My mother cheers from the corner of the room. I look around and for the first time in 11 years do I see the Lucafist family. 

I scan the room hoping to catch a glimpse of Noa but she’s nowhere in sight. Why is she not here, is she not allowed to come back to the estate? Is she possibly on a mission?

“Yes mother, thank you for your warm welcome. Hello Mr. and Mrs. Lucafist.”

“ Hello illumi, wonderful to see you.” Mr.Lucafist greets. 

“ Was the mission successful, son?” Father asks as his icy glare burns holes through me. 

“ Of course.”

It isn’t long before the doors are slammed open and 3 children along with Killua barge right into the room. Right behind I see Alluka and baby Kalluto being carried in by someone .. or rather I say, Noa.

There she stood before me, her once wavy hair now was curly and reached her waist. Lashes that shaped her eyes like a fox. Lips that were full and had a pink hue to them. Her face matured but still held the innocence of when she was younger. She maintained a straight posture while wrapping her arms around the children. 

“ How was the walk with the children Noa?” Mother Kikyo asks. 

The children are quick to jump in and speak for her 

“ Noa didn’t let us go far, she kept pulling us back.”

“ Mom! She used her Forget me not power on Shaytan!” 

“She was controlling me again mom!” 

“ Noa is weird mother,” killua speaks up. 

While Each child ran to their own mother. Noa puts Alluka down before taking baby Kalluto to mother. Kalluto began to cry but before another whine can leave Kalluto’s lips, Noa kissed her finger before she brushed her fingertip over the bridge of His nose and over his eyelids. A small whisper is heard, but i couldn't hear what exactly. Directly after Noa whispers, Kalluto is sleeping peacefully. 

“ Oh Noa, you don’t even know how much of a blessing your power is! When you have kids it will be so easy!” Mother chirps.

Noa unphased by the comment, just stares at mother before turning her eyes towards the floor. 

“ Noa, don’t be rude and say hello to Illumi.” Noa’s mother speaks up, instructing Noa what to do. Noa lifts her head and her dark eyes that I have come to memorize long ago stare back at me.

“ Hello”

“ Hello”

We exchange greetings but the room never felt so cold. Not a hint of emotion can be heard or seen. The tension in the air is thick, the aura between the both of us has grown. 

My train of thought is stopped once I hear a voice speak. 

“ May I be excused to walk the estate garden please.”

“ By all means Noa, feel free!” Grandpa Zeno gives permission to the individual. She walks out the room without a second word besides a small whisper of a “ thank you.”

I excuse myself to let them know I’ll be freshening up before dinner. I run behind noa hoping I’ll catch up to her but she is gone. I try to sense her presence but it looks like she’s concealing herself… Wait, is she playing a game of assassin? I begin looking for her, my target. I walk around paying attention to every leaf that fell, every bush that moved. I then feel a presence to my left and I’m quick to turn but I see no one.. suddenly it’s to my right.  Now I feel it all around me, what’s going on? Wait, do I smell the scent of the flower Jasmine? I begin to get too weary and pull my needles out just in case. In a blink my surroundings change, I’m suddenly in a meadow, how did I get here?

Couple of blinks later I’m back in my garden but this time I feel a sharp nail against my neck.

“ and you’re dead, Illumi” a smooth enchanting voice speaks, coming from the girl i know all too well. 

“ Noa?”

“Illumi.”

I turn around to see Noa before me, closer than she's ever been over 11 years. All i could do was stare at her, no words to spill or speak. She grabs my hand in hers and pulls me towards the woods, the woods that I have avoided since she left. We walk until we reach our tree, we stand in front of it, Noa in front of me while I stand behind her.

“Why didn’t you visit Illumi?”

Caught off guard by her question, I stared at her back, knowing she could feel my gaze. “ Father wouldn’t let me.”

“ I see.”

“ I wanted to see you.”

“ but you didn’t.”

“ because I couldn't.”

I looked at her and noticed that she no longer wears her dresses she was famous for, once upon a time there were flowy dresses and now she stands before me in black turtleneck with black pants.  

“ you don’t wear dresses anymore.”

“ only for missions.”

“Why only for missions?”

“Because it’s how I get my target.”

“How?”

“ I lure them in, Unlike you, I don't like causing a scene.”

There’s a momentary silence before Noa turns towards me completely, she tilts her head up due to the height difference. she stares for a while before she presses her forehead against my chest. 

“ You feel so different yet the same.” she whispers.

“ You look different.”

“ Because I am different.”

“ You just look different, you feel the same, you’re still the same Noa.”

“ No I’m not.”

“ Yes you are.”

“I’m telling you from now, I’m not who I was. I’m not that little girl you remember, who was weak and useless.”

“ You were never useless, weaker than me, yes, but not weak.”

She pulls back from my chest and tears gloss her eyes and spill past her waterline, gliding down her rosy cheek. I reach to wipe the tears like she’s done for me years ago, but she slaps my hand away. I lower my hand to my side as I watch more tears fall from her eyes.

 NO ONE’S (POV)

What illumi didn’t know was that Noa had been tortured more than trained. Her parents hated how weak and emotional she was. She was too compassionate, she had the strength and speed and cunning personality to be a great assassin, but her compassionate heart always got the best of her. Noa’s parents stopped at nothing until she was a killing machine that they had always wanted. 

Illumi reaches again but this time Noa reaches for his wrist to grab it to stop Illumi from touching her face. A chilling silence runs through the woods that they stood in.. Noa’s grip on Illumi’s wrist tightens gradually, Illumi feels the pressure but refuses to move his eyes from Noa’s eyes. 

It isn’t until a small snap is heard.

*snap*

Noa’s eyes move towards Illumi’s wrist, realizing that she had just broken illumi’s wrist. Illumi feels the pain shoot up his arm, but he ignores it, keeping his eyes on Noa’s face.

Illumi studies her face, watching as guilt fills her eyes, she looks back at Illumi and slowly lets go of his wrist, and holds it with both of her hands with care. She examines his wrist and see’s the red marks that begin to form. She holds his wrist with her left hand and glides her fingers over his wrists in a certain pattern, Illumi feels this sort of burning running through his wrist. She leans to kiss his wrist, Illumi feels a cold shock run through his body, and watches how she lets go of his wrist. He raises it to examine his injury but sees that it looks unharmed.

Illumi without hesitation grabs the side of Noa’s face wipes whatever tear is left on her cheek and wipes it away, “ I told you that you’re the same.”

The two walk back to the mansion with no words being exchanged. But oh how Illumi wish he could hear her speak about all the things her heart desired and he listen to every single word. The two finally made it back and sat for dinner across one another, each sitting by their siblings. Noa trying to keep her siblings in line at the dinner table. Until Noa gets tired of the noisy children and leans to kiss every child before sitting down. 

“ Shaytan, Raven and Ciar sit still quietly and eat.” Noa speaks in a sweet tone.

“Yes Noa!” The three boys say in unison. The Zoldycks confused by the sudden change in behavior and obedience. 

“ Oh yes, Noa is a manipulator,Isn’t that correct Noa.” Noa’s father asks his daughter with a proud smile. 

“ Ah I see just like Illumi, so how does the art of manipulation work for you” Silva nods while folding his arms.

“ I tend to Manipulate my targets with either a touch, kiss and even my Aura’s scent. With a touch I can control my target's movements, with a kiss I can control my target's actions, with my aura it can act as a scent that changes the target's perceived surroundings. Confusing my target  on their whereabouts, making the kill simple.” Noa explains her nen abilities while taking another bite from her food. 

“ Ah well Illumi has mastered his ability not needing to even get close to the target, just with the throw of a needle can he control his target to do as he pleases.” Silva boasts about his son. 

Besides Illumi the platinum haired boy couldn't hold back his disgust as he found out that’s why he felt weird around Noa. “ SO that’s why! You’re just like my brother!  when we were outside playing you were controlling me! That’s why I couldn't walk away when I wanted!”

“ Yes Killua because I was responsible for you and you were not listening.” Noa takes another bite from her food, unphased by Killua’s outburst. 

“ You can’t tell me what to do” 

“ Would you like to try that again, Killua?” Noa asks as she sets her form down and looks at Killua. 

Killua gulps and looks away from Noa’s stare, with that Noa grabs her fork and proceeds to eat her food.

Illumi couldn’t help but feel a sense of connection to Noa, she too was a manipulator, just like him. He continued to watch as Noa ate, not caring if she caught him staring. Well that was until she did, with one swift glance at him, Illumi averted his eyes avoiding any eye contact. Noa couldn’t help but breathe out a laugh and look back at her plate to not draw attention to the two. Eventually the two began playing the game they once created as kids, stealing glances trying not to get caught by the other.

[imagineanime2022]

Sister Friend

Gon Freecss!Platonic X Fem!Reader Killua Zoldyck X Reader

Potential Illumi Zoldyck X Fem!Reader, Hisoka Morrow X Fem!Reader, Chrollo Lucilfer X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2519

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello again! Loved genya's post with a s/o like unohana. I could ask for a hunter x hunter in which the reader is like a big sister figure to gon and killua (they meet in the hunter exam) the reader has the power to manipulate time as she wishes and she is also an ex he murders and ends up drawing the attention of illumi, hisoka and chrollo.

Warning:- Normal zoldyck family stuff nothing that doesn't happen in the show, threats mostly made by reader, family death, reader killed her family

A/N: - this ended up being way longer than I thought it was going to be but I hope that you like it!

You met on and Killua in the hunter exam, you had been the one of the first to jump in the second challenge, you winked as you walked past them and stepped off of the ledge, easily standing on one of the strings of web waiting on the small preceding wind current before jumping grabbing your egg and using the current to get back up, you landed in front of them with a small smile “you figure it out?” You asked. “Oh! I get it, follow me!” Gon said as he ran past you, you walked over to Netero and the rest. “I passed?” You asked. “I supposed you did.” He smiled as he watched you pass the egg to Menchi. “Do with that as you like, you are the professional.” You said and her eyes widened as you walked past her and settled waiting for the others to pass as well.

The first time that you spoke to them was on the airship, you had been wasting time looking around, you had heard them before you saw them but it seemed that even Killua hadn’t noticed you when you rounded the corner “so what are we talking about?” You asked softly and they both looked at you. “You're the one who jumped first right?” Gon asked. “Hi names (Y/N).” You waved, smiling. “What do you want?” Killua asked, you looked at him and shrugged. “Nothing really.” You answered “Looking for some way to kill time and you guys are here.” “There are tons of people that you could spend time with. Why would you choose us? You think we’re easy targets?” Killua asked, you shook your head. “You two are probably the only two people here that I wouldn’t want to fight, you are honest and your potential is boundless.” You explained “most of the others won’t get much stronger than they are now, they’re easy to understand, manipulate and beat.” “What do you mean?” Gon asked. “Don’t worry about it, just know that I’ll be around to help you out if you need it.” You promised and despite not really knowing you they both believed you.

You saved them many times in the challenges that followed all while helping yourself. Killua however never truly trusted you until the moment in his one on one fight between Illumi and himself where you stepped in, everything around the three of you seemed to stop, you crouched in front of him and Illumi watched you intrigued “don’t worry about what happens next, even if he sends you home, I’ll come get you no matter what.” You promised. “You would not be able to get onto the mountain that our house stands on.” Illumi said, you turned back to him and glared. “You have no idea what I can do assassin,” You glared at him “go home for now, trust me okay?” “Are you sure?” He asked looking at Illumi and it was in the moment that you realised just how much his brother affected him. “I’m sure,” You pulled out a small necklace with an hourglass on it. “You can give this back to me when we come to get you.” “We?” He asked, your hand twitching as you felt Illumi moving behind you. “You think Gon is just going to let you go?” You asked and he shrugged “alright you owe me dinner if he shows up and if he doesn’t I’ll get you a chocolate bar of your choice deal?” “Who are you?” Illumi muttered as he looked at you. “None of your concern.” You answered as you walked back to where you had been standing leaning against the wall, you waved your hand and everyone around you began to move as they had before, the smirk that took place on your face was nothing short of menacing and if Illumi was anyone else he might have rethought his plan however everything went the way that you expected and Killua made his way home.

After Killua’s disqualification everyone else automatically passed, once Gon had woken up the small meeting that followed became more eventful then it needed to be with Gon making a declaration to save Killua “did you put him up to this?” Illumi asked as he looked at you, you sat at the end of one of the tables, hands clasped in front of you as your eyes shifted to him. “Excuse me?” You asked, “Gon let him go, he’s really not worth it.” “He took Killua.” Gon glared. “Mhm and we’re going to go and get him.” You promised “so let go of him and come here.” “You make it sound like I kidnapped my brother but he walked out of his own accord, on your order I believe.” Illumi smirked as you turned in your seat, finally facing him. “What you would have had him do was far worse than me asking him to go home.” You argued. “And how do you know what I would have him do?” He asked. “Time is my toy, I know what you would have had him do, surely you noticed.” You stood walking forward until you were standing behind Gon. “Do you need another demonstration?” Netero cleared his throat drawing your attention back to him and you grabbed Gon dragging him away from the assassin in front of the both of you and sitting him down “don’t worry I have a plan.”

Killua’s rescue was the time that you showed your ability, while the others took the honest route to the house, you took a direct and dangerous route, your ability to manipulate the time around an object made getting to the house easy, you were there within seconds of leaving the others, however the moment that you stepped into the house you were stopped “your from the information broker family am I correct?” You smiled as you looked at Zeno. “I mean there’s nothing left of the organisation that you speak of…” You shrugged. “Yes I remember receiving the warning from your grandfather the day that you were born.” Zeno explained “he promised that you would bring devastation to both families.” “Yes… And then he sent me away so in retaliation I came back and showed him what he had gotten rid of, he lived long enough to regret it and then the family fell.” You answered “but you know that already, so what is it that you want to know, Zeno?” “What do you want with my grandson?” He asked. “Which one?” You asked, he raised an eyebrow. “As it stands I don’t think I’ll ever see eye to eye with your oldest grandson, however Killua the one you’ve all decided a life for, I just want to give the choice back.” “Mm,” Zeno hummed as he waved a hand “follow me.” Zeno led you to a room below the house one that you knew would be your home should you ever get caught by them. “I’m coming in.” Zeno opened the door and inside your eyes found Killua “I believe that will do for now thank you.” “But Grandpa Zeno he isn’t even sorry not one bit!” Milluki complained and you looked at him. “Any reason for the whining or is that just your voice?” You asked as he looked at you. “Who are you?” He asked. “None of your concern.” You answered as you looked at Killua. “You owe me lunch.” “Yeah.” He nodded. “You may go now, Kill.” Zeno spoke. “Okay.” Killua said as he pulled his arms and legs free of the metal cuffs that he had been confined in before winding his shoulders to loosen them walking towards you “damn that hurt, hey Milluki, your right I’m not sorry but I did feel bad that’s why I let you slap me around for a little while.” “What was that?” Milluki asked. “Come on, I'll show you my room.” Killua said, taking your hand and leading you out of the room while slipping the necklace you had given him into your hand a promise fulfilled. “Oh Killua, Silva would like to see you now.” Zeno said. “Dad said that? Okay.” He said as he pulled you out of the room with him. The Zoldycks knew you as the last living information broker and you lived up to the name that travelled the underworld and the smarter of the family figured it was better that you were friends with the future head, they had enough enemies.

You hadn’t meant to catch Hisoka attention however, you were looking after you two self proclaimed little brothers when the overwhelming bloodlust hurtled down the hall they had just turned down, you used yours to push back against coming to stand behind them finding Hisoka sitting on the floor, you knew that he didn’t know your name so you didn’t bother to give him the satisfaction of knowing his “Who’s this clown?” You asked. “Clown?” He asked. “Do you prefer, Joker?” You asked. “Who are you?” He asked. “Me?” You asked. “Mmm.” He hummed standing. “Go with Mr Wing, he’ll teach you what you need to know.” You ushered them both off lifting your hand to stop that card that Hisoka had thrown as you turned your back. “What about you?” Gon asked. “I’ll be fine, I'll meet you there, don't worry.” You winked, Killua grabbed Gon’s arm pulling him toward Mr Wing who was waiting for them at the end of the hall. “Is there something that I can do for you dear?” Hisoka asked. “What are your intentions with them?” You asked, hand dropping to your side though the card stayed high in the air. “My intentions?” He asked. “I want them to become stronger.” “Stronger? Why?” You asked. “They have potential, surely you know, you’ve felt it, that’s why you're drawn to them.” He smirked. “I just want them to reach their potential, I love to fight but I want to fight strong people, people like you though I doubt you would fight me.” The card moved back in his direction and embedded in the wall behind him. “Don’t give me a reason to fight you, if you do you won’t win.” You warned him, this time when he felt your blood lust pour from your body his lip caught between his teeth. “Interesting little time traveller.” He let his head fall back lazily as you turned away from him again. “Until next time, Jester.” You said before you disappeared.

Hisoka was the one to call you to his room this time, it was after his fight “Didn’t know you had company should I go?” You asked as you appeared leaning against the window. “No please, I was just leaving.” The woman answered. “So what do you want?” You asked. “I want to make a deal with you.” He said and you looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “It’s clear that you don’t intend to let any harm come to those boys, all I want is for you to continue to protect them while they become stronger.” “I fail to see how I get anything from aligning with you.” You reminded him and he stood from where he was sitting stepping closer to you, had you been anyone weaker you would have been worried about the time you had left on this earth. “I’m losing interest quickly.” “Well when I finally fight them, I promise not to kill them.” He smirked as you looked at him and glared. “Why would you promise that?” You asked. “Because I know that you have no intention of letting me get any closer to them with the fear of their death, if I promise not to kill them, then you’ll let me fight them won’t you.” He smirked. “If they want to. Would the deal still stand if Gon were to fight you here?” You asked. “Of course.” He smirked as he stepped closer still within range of reaching for you, however before he could get too close you used your nen to manipulate the time around him and move towards the door faster than he could catch you. “Consider your deal made, if you break it, I’ll kill you myself.” You warned him, he gave a soft chuckle in response but did nothing as you left.

I look forward to our next meeting. A text message, the only evidence that you had ever been in his room in the first place, to Hisoka you were a force of nature, something to be tested, he’d gladly provide that test for you.

Chrollo was someone that you knew of before going to York New city however you never expected that the boys would end up getting mixed up with the Phantom Troupe and much less their boss. With the boys captured you had one option so you walked into the lobby of the hotel, everyone around you slowing to a stop as you positioned yourself in front of the Troupe. “One chance to let my little brothers go, I don’t want to have to take them back from you, I can be violent when I deem someone a threat.” You warned them “are you both okay?” They nodded and you nodded back before your eyes found Chrollo. “You are?” Chrollo asked, you looked around mock confusion on your face. “You're supposed to be smart, use the context clues.” You grumbled as you increase the rate that time moved around you, moving faster than they could see, easily taking Gon and Killua back from the thieves. “Your ability, how does it work?” Chrollo asked, stepping forward, you smirked at him and shook your head. “Why would I ever tell you that?” You asked. “I’m sure that’s one of the conditions for your ability right?” There was a small quirk of his lips and you looked at him and smirked as you placed yourself between them and the boys. “We find ourselves in need of a new member, would you consider the place in exchange for your brothers’ lives.” Chrollo suggested, you looked at him and smirked. “What is it with all you big boys and your deals?” You asked “I won’t be joining your idol group anytime in the near future.” “Why is that?” He asked. “Because you offer me the place at your side in the hopes that I won’t stab you in the back and should I accept the position, you would be right to assume your safety. I have no intention of stabbing anyone in the back.” You informed him “my ability affords me the luxury of stabbing you in the heart and watching the light leave your eyes when I’m ready to let you go, I promise you that will be the only outcome the next time that you threaten those I call my family.” “You're an interesting one.” He smirked as you turned away from him and lifted to accelerate the time around you, Killua and Gon as left concealing the direction you fled in. To Chrollo, you were a proposition that he intended to pursue and secure before anyone else could.

Request Here!!

[rosekins621]

Killua x crush! Reader

Killua is 12 so there is no relationship, but I will make the request about a confession. As usual Reader will be gender neutral unless specified! Hope you enjoy this! Short and sweet!

Killua walked into the kitchen tiredly, proud of himself for his solid 48 hour Minecraft marathon. You were grabbing a snack from the pantry, and tossed the empty box of chocolate to him.

“Can you put it in the recycle next time?” You asked, opening the bag of (fav snack). Killua sighed, placing the box in the recycle bin. “I know but I was playing Minecraft and stayed in survival for 48 hours without dying! Besides I left one bar in there.” 

“This is the box from last week, Killua.” You chuckled, catching him roll his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re lucky I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He mumbled quietly, cursing when he realized he said the whole sentence out loud.

[her-majesty-horiko]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 𝐙𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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➷ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ - highschool au

ᴛᴀɢs - shopping, couples, clingy friend, dress up, jealously, foul mouth Killua, bickering couple

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs - ɢᴏɴ ; ɴᴇᴏɴ

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Talking with their friend, our group of four continue to talk as they continuously keep walking until they reach at their stop.

In front of them was a huge buliding that was probably expand from all sides. You and Gon both stare at buliding with amazement while Neon and Killua act causal.

"You really shops from this place?" Killua comment with disappointed tone like he was judging her,"Daddy says I can't spend much since it's my first time only." Neon reason with a sad tone and look.

Hearing their friends you and Gon were in total shock. So these two consider this place as cheap? Whispering to Gon in back, you both agree that luck was indeed on your side of these made friends with you.

"Why are you guys in back?" Killua casually ask as he glance at you both, who just chuckle in response and enter the place with them.

Looking all round with astonishment, you and Gon walks and there. Like a child exploring a new place.

"They are so cute~" Neon stated like a mother who is seeing her child take first step.

"Just get to the main stuff already!" Killua complained from behind.

"Sorry!" You and Gon said simultaneously as you both laugh on realising how you're acting.

"(Y/N)-chan! We are here!" Neon pulled you in a dressing store as Gon and Killua follow you guys behind with little hesitation.

A lady come to attend your group, she ask what type of clothing you're looking for,"Show me something fancy." Neon replied as buch of dresses were pulled and set in front of you.

"They all looks beautiful!" Gon comment as lady smile and thank him for praising their dresses.

"I would like something light colour." Dissatisfied with the dresses in front Neon start asking for specific clothings.

After hour or so she was finally able to select top seven dresses she likes but she was only allowed to buy three dresses so problem still remain.

"I will try everything one by one and you all give select." Neon playfully said as she enter dressing room while Killua mumbled something about 'how time wasting it is' and start looking at other dresses.

Noticing his stare on other dresses you decide to tease him little,"Any dresses caught your eyes Miss Killua?" You said in professional tone and speaking his name with feminine word, Killua throw you a glare to which you just giggled, not being affected by it.

"YAHOO~GUYS!" Neon make her enterance with dress as she moves around to let everyone have look over her dress.

"You look great!"

"Yeah Gon is right."

"Wait there is more!"

And just like this another hour was spend with Neon trying and showing her dresses and finally when she was done, now it time to choose three dresses she would buy.

"That blue one looks good."

You and Gon was helping Neon with full determination while Killua just glancing around. Bored from his previous activity he decided to help a bit too but was faced with straight rejection.

Killua was about to lash out on her to hurry up already but you back up his choice and now Neon was having second thoughts.

Grabbing dress from above she stares at it before she turns it towards you and nodded to herself about something.

"What?" You question feelings werid out by her.

"Try this (Y/N)-chan."

Feeling suprise by her request you tried to deny it but end it by giving up since only in small matter of time you know how much of a pushover she can be.

Entering dressing room while Neon cheer you from behind you close the door feeling amount of embarrassed.

Unbuttoning your school shirt you glance at beautiful dress once before.

"Geez this is gonna be embarrassing."

"I am r-ready." You said nervousness in your tone clear.

Neon cheer you to come out while Gon also join her inorder for you to feel comfortable as he knows how self conscious you become.

"K-keep it down you guys." You scolded them as door was open, revealing you in beautiful blue theme dress.

Neon and Gon look at you with excitement as they start complimenting you from all ground.

"It's good." Killua also commented along as you feel your cheeks getting hotter,"So good that even you look good in that dress."

That little─! You clutch your hand in front but you decided to act mature to not make scene around here,"If you don't got nothing much to say, just shut it."

"I was just saying what my eyes see."

"Then don't see if you don't like it."

You tried to end the mere bickering from turning into argument as you wonder why Killua got no sense of place and words.

You pout away with your last sentence as Neon pulled you aside and ask for attend to bring some accessories that will suit you.

"I think you were buying for yourself?" You tried to run away from her grip but it just get tighter.

"I just want to see how will you look."

Translation: I want to play dress with you.

Understanding her real motives you tried to move away but end up getting surrounded by some ladies with different accessory boxes in their hand.

"You boys meet us in half hour." Knowing boys will be just bored Neon ask them to explore the mall and meet later as she join others to select your accessories as your eyes turn into swirl from sudden crowd.

"Haha! It's so fun." Neon's laughter was last words she heard before she was tackle down.

[1 HOUR LATER]

"It take us more than we were ask to take."

"Bet with me, they will be not even finished yet."

Killua was indeed right you were still surrounded by ladies but young lad was also present there. Narrowing his eyes on how you were laughing at him, Killua feel his heart becoming sour.

"Learn, learn." Neon comments from behind as he throw her a glare which she ignored like usual.

Unlike Killua that young man is definitely skilled with females. So skilled that even you were charmed by him and Killua definitely not like that sight.

Calling his name Neon run towards them as he says something that make whole group laugh once again.

"Now, now ladies let's capture your beautiful figures." Applauding he make the group scattered as you and some other model start posing for pictures. Complimenting the duo with every shot, he keep on his work.

It is now that he realised unlike earlier when it was only change of dress, you were completely decorated from head to toe.

Narrowing his eye Killua stare at you. You were smiling more than he have ever see you. You look happy to be praised for your looks and all.

Praised?

❝"Even with this much words I am truly happy. Truly happy to hear him say that." Your pure aura of happiness was around you. Your eyes was down due to shyness, but your happy face was everything. And just like that everyone was in aw once again.❞

Sight of your smiling face appear in Killua's mind. He nodded like he understands something to himself.

Gon's voice brings him out of his daze as he compliments your look. That smile of yours becoming more brighter but soon was brought down by Killua's remark.

"It's not that good."

Through his words was netural and can't identify the thing he was commenting on but you still feel tug on your heart as you turn your face away.

"I don't remember asking you."

Tearing this eyes away he heard Gon scolding him but he wasn't listening. He don't know why did he comment that despite knowing you like being complimented, it's like his mouth doesn't want anything sweet to be said to her.

"No-no, young boy!" The photographer from earlier came on his side

"What is it?" Killua harshly question, you want to scold Killua for his tone but decided to remain silent and watch on things for now.

"When a girl dress-up you need to compliment and make her smile."

He move towards your side as placing one hand on shoulder and holding your other hand out, you feel like you were some rich noble girl like in those stories,"You are feeling happy right?"

No expecting direct question, you barely agreed as photographer smiles and removes his hand from your shoulder but unexpectedly uses other hand that was interlock with yours to spin you around and force your body to blend upon his other arm on side.

"Huh?"

"Regardless of your relationship

you always need to compliment

a girl if she happens to dress-up,

unconsciously or consciously

she is always craving for it."

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Okay so this is just a part from a story in my Wattpad drafts. Honestly even back I was rarely able to write but when I did it was sure worth to read once.😔🖐️

I always saw Killua as someone who will stay tsundere in relationship so I feel regardless of how I will write reader's personality he will stay TSUNDERE. (My Headcannon is Killua is like Akkun from My Sweet Turant in relationships, ehehe)

anywayssss you might find some minor errors or things that don't make sense, feel free to point it so I can correct it :3

Also remember my online girlies who likes to spend their time on social media away from real life, you are perfect and cutie pookie, so always believe and love yourself (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

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[kittycat09]

prompt 14 w/ kurapika plz 🙏🏻

Ohh, yes I love that idea! I hope this fits with what you had in mind:))

Prompt 14 - "It's midnight, where the hell were you"

I anxiously watched the clock. The minute hand ticked slowly, causing my anxiety to rise every time.

11:56

I paced around the room. Looking up every time a car drove by.

Kurapika and I planned a date for tonight since we haven't had one in months. I was super excited because he said he would take me to my favorite restaurant.

Kurapika was always working, which I respected. I understood he had to work long hours and sometimes all night. I never pestered him about how much he worked. I only told him to try and get more sleep because the bags under his eyes were getting more visible by the day.

So when he promised to take me out to dinner, I was over the moon. I even got a new dress with shoes to match.

I wanted to remind him what it was like before all the phantom troupe stuff and to have him relax for once.

We planned the date weeks in advance so he could talk to his boss and get the ok from him. It was a huge relief when his boss agreed. I remember squealing in excitement.

So naturally, I was worried that he hasn't shown up and our date started at 7:00.

I glanced over at the clock and started panicking even more.

12:00

Kurapika was punctual. He always made an effort to be on time, which is one of the reasons why I loved him.

So him being six hours late for our date was very abnormal.

My first thought was that he ditched me for work. Which would be out of the ordinary but not surprising.

I was broken away from my thoughts when I heard the lock click. I whipped my head around and sighed when I saw Kurapika.

But my relief was quickly replaced with anger.

"It's midnight, where the hell were you?!" He was taken back by my sudden outburst.

"I'm sorry. I got held up at work and-"

"Work? You ditched me for work?" I cut him off. I was seething with anger. I usually never got angry with him. We always found a solution whenever we argued.

But he was six hours late.

"You were six hours late! Six!" Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. Kurapika walked over to me, bringing his hands up to cup my face. I turned my head away from him. His hands slowly fell back to his sides.

He seemed to realize his mistake because he gestured to the couch. I complied and sat next to him.

"I'm sorry, I-" I cut him off again.

"I don't want to hear your excuses" He sighed. There was a long pause before I spoke up.

"I'm not mad about the date. We can always schedule another one. But, there is a notoriously evil and strong band of villains after you. I thought you got killed. What am I supposed to do if that happens?" A few rouge tears fell from my eyes but Kurapika was quick to wipe them away.

"I'm sorry darling. I should have called" He grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.

"I will do anything to make it up to you" I let out the breath I was holding and looked to meet his eyes.

"Just promise to call next time" He brought my hand up and kissed the back of it.

"I promise"

I hope you liked it! I wrote this twice because the first time all the work got deleted😭 but I think it turned out good.

[pokegalla]

*inhales*

I feel bad for Leorio on this one ngl-

An ask from @theneurodivergentdummy

Hope you enjoy!

Love in Different Shapes

“Where is (Y/n), Gon, and Killua? We were supposed to meet them here,” Kurapika said looking at the time.

Leorio also looked impatient. Not because of the mission they had to do or because they were late (though it does irk him a bit), but because he wanted more time with (Y/n). She was just too sweet….he plans on asking her out! No backing down! His flirting game is now on!

“Lee! Pika! We’re heeeeeere~” (Y/n) said as she walked over to them, “Sorry! We saw this awesome candy shop and we just HAD to stop and check it out!” Gon had a huge lollipop while Killua was munching on those ChocoRobo-kun chocolate balls.

“(Y/n)! Stop spoiling them,” Kurapika shouted.

(Y/n) stuck her tongue out and shrugged, “My bad Mamapika….no harm done in giving the boys a little special something. I got something for everyone else too! Even a med kit! Just in case y’know?” Kurapika tried to say something but sighed. He really can’t argue with that.

Leorio pushed him aside, “ANYWAYS. Let’s discuss more pressing matters,” He took her hands and pressed them to his chest, “(Y/n)! I would love to spend more time with you! Would you like to go out with me?!”

(Y/n) stared at him, “Well….let’s have fun on the mission, k? I’d love to hang out with my friends as well!”

The ‘friends’ hit him in the face like an arrow. That’s all he’s seen as? Friends?! The answer was so simple….so nonchalant. He won’t back down! He won’t let this setback get him downhearted!

“I will confess my love for you (Y/n)-Chan and I will be your lover,” Leorio said proudly.

“Dude….she left already,” Killua said pointing back to her retreating form.

“Wait for me (Y/n)-Chaaaaaaan,” Leorio said running after her. Everyone sweat dropped as they watched but they laugh it off and run to catch up.

Everyone was exhausted after the mission, laying around the hotel room like logs. (Y/n) was bandaging up Gon’s knee after he scrapped it.

“It’s ok Gon. You’re tough and can handle anything,” (Y/n) said to cheer him up.

“Like a boulder,” Gon said proudly. (Y/n) giggled at Gon’s enthusiasm. She loved how quickly he can recover. She finished properly wrapping his knee up.

“There! All better! Good jo-oop” She was interrupted by Gon’s hug.

“Thanks Onee-san,” He said happily.

(Y/n) smiled sweetly before returning the hug, “No problem kiddo!”

She happily watched as he went to Killua to play. She wasn’t done yet, she had to check on Kurapika and Leorio before resting. She shook her head, already expecting some trouble ahead. Sure enough once she peeked in their room, they were butting heads and you could practically see static forming from their clashing glares.

“Can you just turn off the lights?! I’m tired and I can’t sleep with all the lights on,” Kurapika shouted.

“It’s only 8:00pm!!! And I need light to read to read my book! Not my fault you’re tired Grandma,” Leorio retorted.

(Y/n) giggled sensing their nen rising as they were about to fight. She quickly used her nen ability when they were about to fight and used it on some pillows. She swung the pillows around and threw it. It ZOOMED across the room and before Kurapika or Leorio could react on time, it smacked them both across the face, sending them flying on their bums. It successfully stopping their abilities before they used it on each other.

“You boys are such dummies. No more fighting, k~?” She simply said with a laugh.

Killua and Gon also saw what happened, “Pillow fight?!”

Kurapika panicked, “W-What?! No-!”

“Pillow fiiiiiiiiight,” (Y/n) shouted as well.

It was pure chaos of pillows and feathers as they had a pillow free-for-all. Eventually everyone just slowly got too tired, Killua and Gon just passing out mid-way while Kurapika was asleep after being buried in pillows. Leorio was blushing and had a nosebleed as (Y/n) fell asleep on him. Though….he was still upset he failed to ask her out. He sighed and caressed her sleeping face.

“Man I suck at these sort of things….you’re just so cute and caring for others, I get all excited just to see you smiling at me that I’m at lost for words,” He sighed before laying back, “I just wanted to tell you how much I love you.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?”

He jumped out his skin. He looked down to see (Y/n) rubbing her eyes but looking up at him, “Y-Y-Y-You heard me?!”

“Yeah? Leorio….you know I love you too right? I always did….,” She said. Leorio sat up, his heart thumping and smiling widely.

“Really?! You really do?!” He asked excitedly.

(Y/n) giggled, still holding Leorio tightly, “Of course I do Lee….you guys are like family to me!” You could practically hear glass shattering as his hopes came crashing down. “Mmmm I’m still tired….nighty night Lee. Sleep well ok? And we’ll hang out more tomorrow, k~?” She fell asleep right away.

Gon, Killua, and Kurapika stared at Leorio. He glared at them, “THE HELL YOU LOOKING AT-?!”

They look away quickly while Gon just patted his back, “It’s ok Leorio. At least she loves you back!” Leorio understood that Gon was just trying to cheer him up so he just sighs and enjoys the moment.