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could you write for a very visibly alternative reader🥹 like the reader has lots of face piercings, a split tongue, no eyebrows, scar tattoos, etc and how the zoldycks would be towards them🥹🥹
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𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕹𝖔. 1 (𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊-𝕬𝖑𝖑).⋆♱
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Author's Note: Did I research a bunch of piercings and alt styles for this ask? Yes.(*ᵕᴗᵕ)⁾⁾ Did I name it after one of my favorite Type O Negative songs? Yes.(*ᵕᴗᵕ)⁾⁾ Did I have fun writing this ask? Absolutely!◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ As always, my ask box is open anytime! (unless otherwise stated) and I’ll be responding to any and every comment (if there are any lol–)⋆˙⟡♡
Background.⋆♱: You’re an assassin under contract for the Zoldyck family. Why? Well, with Killua, Alluka, and Kalluto gone from the manor on their own adventures, Silva and Kikyo thought it’d best to have immediate professional help in case a mission came up that their children weren’t around to take, and that’s where you came in.
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Silva and Kikyo:
They didn’t bother to do an in-person interview, as your work spoke for itself. Clean, swift killings and never any witnesses. Though when you arrived at the Zoldyck manor, they were taken aback by your ‘eccentric’ style.
Black floor-length backless dress.
Eye-catching angle bite and a right spider bite piercings.
Black ballet lace wrap platform heels with bat wings.
“Mr. and Mrs. Zoldyck?” You said as you walked over to them.
Kikyo took a step back as you spoke, as she caught the glint of the viper piercings on your tongue along with the faint scent of poison in the air.
“Yes. Welcome to the Zoldyck Manor. We look forward to observing your work.” Silva said as he shook your hand.
“Gotoh will escort you to your room,” Kikyo said as she eyed you up and down.
As you left the grand foyer with Gotoh, Kikyo immediately turned to Silva.
“Did you see all those piercings!? There were even ones in her mouth! Are you sure she’s the assassin we read about?” Kikyo worriedly exclaimed to her husband.
“She is. The ones in her mouth held poison.” Silva said calmly.
He was correct in his observation.
The viper piercings you currently had in were infused with a mixture of chemicals that replicated the effects of viper venom, only they were much stronger and took immediate effect.
It worked perfectly on clients, especially if you happened to seduce the client, one kiss and immediate organ failure. Caught yourself in a struggle with a client who's fighting back? One bite. That’s all you needed. Of course, the poison does affect you, or at least it used to, but with the constant exposure, you’ve grown immune to most poisons.
This was something Silva was able to notice and immediately respected. So far, you’ve proved yourself a worthy partner to the Zoldyck family.
“God. Well, I hope she finds a more proper way to kill instead of such a tacky one.” Kikyo scoffed as she rolled her eyes.
“There’s no need. She’s found her way perfectly fine. I have a feeling she’ll fit in just fine here.” Silva said as he gently squeezed Kikyo’s hand in reassurance.
You found your way in the underworld of society and made a name for yourself all on your own. Not even the Zoldyck family could make you question your skills.
You were exactly what the family was looking for, even if they hadn’t realized it yet.
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Milluki Zoldyck:
You swear that every time something of yours goes missing, he absolutely has it.
To be completely honest, you doubt that he could barely process the idea of another female in the Zoldyck manor that wasn’t staff or related to him.
Nonetheless, the first week at the manor, he seemed normal enough. He even introduced himself to you and showed you around his room.
“This is an internal virus that can be surgically implanted and is inspired by the Poor Man’s Rose. Once inside the target, a contagious disease is within the body, so anyone the target comes in contact with dies along with the target as well.” Milluki explained, highlighting his experiment and research.
“Though, wouldn’t it be more effective to simply kill the target? There’s no need to kill anyone besides the target.” You stated, pointing out the obvious flaw within his work.
“Even so, I prefer more remote ways of assassination.” Milluki huffed as he sat down in his chair.
It was that singular comment that made you realize that maybe he wasn’t as normal as you originally thought.
With your exposure to poisons overtime you established a strong sense of smell, and upon entering Milluki’s room, underneath the scent of cheap air freshener, there was an underlying stench of sweat, greasy food, and plastic.
So you excused yourself, deciding to keep your distance from him, not wanting to see what he was hiding underneath his facade of normalcy.
Unfortunately, that didn’t stop him from taking an interest in you, hence all your missing items, which consisted of four pocket lace thigh-garters which each held their own poisons and assassination materials.
When you found one of the missing four, you immediately noticed it had been bugged and crushed the camera underneath your Doc Marten boots.
“Where’s. My. Stuff.” You hissed as you barged into Milluki’s room, seeing its true state with the walls covered with scantily clad figurines and various snacks.
“I have no idea what you’re–” before Milluki could finish his poor denial you threw the broken camera at him.
“Give them back now before the next thing I break is you.” You demanded, already getting more irritated by the second.
“Geez! Fine! Whatever happened to asking nicely?” Milluki huffed as he handed you the rest of your stuff.
You snatched your things out of his hands, carefully looking them over, making sure they weren’t tampered with.
“Relax, I hadn’t gotten to bugging those yet; all I did was infuse the weapons you had in the pockets with the poison you were storing beside them.” Milluki sighed, hoping that would ease your anger.
“...Thank you, I guess.” You said as you walked out of his room.
Since then, you kept a great distance from Milluki, and when you two did interact?
He knew his place.
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Killua Zoldyck:
Something about you that fascinated Killua was how many piercings you had. What always caught his attention were your thigh corset piercings, not because of their placement, but because of how you used them as weapons.
“Why do you have so many piercings?” Killua asked as he lazily performed a kickflip on his skateboard in the manor's courtyard garden.
“Well, at first it was simply because I liked them, but when I found out how to use them as assassination tools, I was immediately hooked.” You replied as you picked at one of the dark chocolate lilies in the garden.
“Assassination tools?” Killua repeated.
“Yeah, take the ribbon lace on my thigh piercings, for example, they can be unraveled and used as sedation tools since they’re laced with the chloroform-like properties. The smallest inhale of them is enough to instantly knock someone out.” You said as you toyed with the ribbon.
“Do you think they could handle electricity?” Killua asked, eyes gleaming with curiosity, as with his new understanding of nen and the perfection of Godspeed, he wondered if you, too, could imbue electricity in your own techniques.
“Yes, if I’m using enough defensive aura to protect myself, of course.” You said that as you looked at the small piercing, you had on your hand.
If replaced with a strong enough metal and with the right amount of electricity in your nen technique, it was entirely possible to turn that small piercing into a fully functioning taser.
“So, would you mind teaching me?” You asked.
“That depends…are you going to use it to kill?” Killua questioned. He was finished with the assassination business after all, and he refuses to let his actions fuel the profession either.
“No, I won’t ask you to teach me enough electricity skills to kill just enough to put someone to the ground, not in it.” You said truthfully, not wanting a skill Killua developed, being used in the same profession he walked away from.
“...Promise?”
“I Promise.”
“Fine, I’ll teach you!” Killua exclaimed as he grabbed your hand, ready to start your new training.
Similarly to how Killua developed using electricity, he exposed you to electric shock using tazers. Since it was only a small amount of electricity you needed, Killua had you focusing on replicating the same actions and amount of electricity a taser would.
Out of the entirety of his time in the Zoldyck Manor, this was the first time he actually enjoyed being there. You laughed, you were thoughtful, you were determined, and you were a friend. Someone, despite your differing paths, he could trust.
After two weeks of Killua’s lessons, you finished learning your newly acquired technique. It was perfect timing, really, since Killua and Alluka’s visit to the manor was coming to an end. Though it wasn’t surprising, this place was never good to them, and when they came, it was never for long. Still, the night of their departure, Killua stopped to say goodbye as he said,
“Promise to come see us when you're not in this place.”
“I promise.” You said as you gave him a soft smile as you watched Killua and Alluka leave.
While many promises between Killua and others have been broken, the one between you and him was one of the rare promises that were kept.
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Alluka Zoldyck:
When Alluka first saw you, she was so excited to meet another person in the manor. When her and Killua reluctantly visit the manor, she was often left alone when Killua would be meeting with Silva and Kikyo. While it was easy to assume that she didn’t mind the isolation from others, it was obvious to anyone with a heart that she didn’t want to be alone.
Luckily, you weren’t the most informed on Alluka’s powers, and while you were in a contractual agreement with the Zoldyck family, personal family matters weren’t in the fine print, so you happily introduced yourself to Alluka.
Upon simply saying your name and offering a smile, Alluka's eyes lit up, and she smiled back at you, saying,
“My name's Alluka! Wow…You have so many drawings on you! They’re all so pretty!”
“Drawings?-- Oh! My tattoos! Yeah, some of them are really pretty, aren’t they?” You said with a sheepish smile. You rarely spoke about your tattoos, and while you had plenty of them, most, if not all, covered the scars from some particularly difficult assassinations and situations you’d rather forget.
“Hmm…They’re missing something–” Alluka hummed, thinking deeply as she eyed your tattoos.
“Missing something? Missing what?” You questioned, a bit lost on what she was trying to say.
“Color! That’s what they’re missing! They look so sad, but colors will fix it!” Alluka cheered as she pulled you through the halls of the manor for a ‘much-needed’ coloring session.
‘...color.’ You thought yourself as you sat across from Alluka, arms extended, and sleeves rolled up as she colored your various arm tattoos. Each tattoo told a story, most stories being darker than the last, and as you thought about your past, maybe color was what you needed back then.
Alluka colored you for hours. As she colored, you both talked, cracked jokes, and as the day faded into evening, one of the butlers informed Alluka that Killua would be waiting for her at the butler quarters for dinner, and she’d been allowed to stay in the butler's quarters with Killua for their stay.
“They look amazing!” Alluka cheered as she held up your arms.
“Yeah! They look great, Alluka,” You said softly as you looked at your now colorful arms.
“...Thank you…for not leaving me alone,” Alluka softly said as she gently loosened her grasp of your arms, letting them go.
“Of course! No one should be left alone, and besides, now you have me anytime.” You said, giving her a soft smile, squeezing her hand as reassurance.
“Really? Okay! I can’t wait!” Alluka said as she left the room with the butler, excitedly waving you goodbye with each step.
As you looked at your now colorful tattoos, you realized both you and Alluka were provided with something you needed today. Through your interaction, Alluka gained a genuine connection and interaction. While, on the other hand, color was brought into your life, a light that overpowered the darkness that these tattoos once held, and you were glad that Alluka brought that color to you.
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Kalluto Zoldyck:
With assassination came grace. A type of grace that only skill could provide, the exact grace Kalluto saw in you the first time they laid eyes on you.
You were shred of life within the manor, the only bit of life that hadn’t been snuffed out by harsh treatment or expectations. You held your head high and it showed. It was something Kalluto admired and wanted in themself.
It was midnight when you returned to the manor from a mission. Kalluto watched you enter the foyer, hands lightly bloodstained, outfit perfectly intact, and your head held high with no hesitation in your eyes.
“How do you do it?” Kalluto asked, breaking the midnight silence.
“Do what?” You asked as you wiped the now dried blood from your hands.
“How do you exude a powerful presence?”
“A powerful presence…” You repeated, thinking over Kallutos words. “Tell me, what makes you feel powerful?”
Kalluto paused for a moment. They never thought much about it, their life was lived in the shadows of their siblings leaving room for little thoughts on power or control, as in their world it was something on the strong could have.
‘What makes me feel powerful…’ Kalluto thought as they looked back at you. They weren’t exactly sure what made them feel powerful. There were only a few things that Kalluto admired about themself. Their nen technique, their grace, and their unsuspecting presence. It was those three things that Kalluto held dear to to their character and those attributes ultimately and perfectly defined them.
No matter how tightly they held onto those things they were ultimately lost in the sea of comparison as they observebed the strengths and power of their siblings. Comparison was the thief of any confidence Kalluto held and in the silence between the two of you it didn’t take long for you to realize that.
“A powerful presence isn’t about who’s the strongest. It’s about the confidence in oneself, about you assurance in your skills. When you have that confidence nothing else matters. No matter how much stronger the target is, as long as you stay on your feet and calculate properly you’ll win.” You said breaking the midnight silence.
“...Confidence…” Kalluto quietly repeated as if they were afraid to even utter the word.
“That’s all you need.” You said as you turned around and headed back to your room for the night leaving Kalluto behind you with your words.
Since then, you’ve haven’t seen much of Kalluto in the manor. Similarly to Killua and Alluka, they’re often off doing their own thing, but when you occasionally did see them in manor there was unmistakable change in their character.
It was almost as if a spotlight was shining on them. It was the familiar light of confidence in their eyes, in their step, in every move as they walked with their head high, now holding onto a confidence that no one could take.
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Illumi Zoldyck:
It was one of your rare days off in the Zoldyck manor and you realized your hair could definitely use a re-dye. However, you weren’t interested in keeping the same old color. After visiting most of the stores in the Dentora region were beginning to lose hope. It was almost sundown and the day would soon fall into the beauty of night and your precious day-off would be over.
As you lazily trudged around the store looking for anything at this point, your eyes fell on a partiualr hair dye tucked in the back of the shelf.
‘Black No.1: Starlight Void’ is what the the bottle read. It looked good enough and the chemicals listed didn’t seem like they’d do much damage to your hair so you bought the bottle.
It was late evening when you returned to the Zoldyck manor. As you entered your room you decided changed into a old baggy t-shirt that hung off your shoulder and small pair of shorts, that were barely visible from underneath the shirt, as they were clothes you wouldn’t mind getting messy if theyhappened to get stained by the dye or any bleach.
You entered the bathroom and began mixing the dye per the instructions. According to the reviews it’s the darkest hair dye ever produced and apparently make your hair look stars glimmering over a darknight hence the name, ‘Starlight Void’. You couldn’t help but scoff at the suspicuosly positive reviews. Every dye came with it’s set of problems just like assaination, no method ever lasted long.
Nonetheless, you started dying your hair, the sounds of your favorite band playing in the background. By the time you finished applying the dye to first half your hair you were bored of standing in the bathroom so you made your way to the balcony instead. The stars were bright tonight and you could still see so you decided to continue the rest of the process outside stargazing.
“What’s that chemical smell?”
You paused as you heard the familiar voice of a particularly prominent Zoldyck behind you.
“It’s hair dye.” You said as turned around and faced Illumi.
Illumi nodded as he took a seat on the balcony’s edge. You didn’t bother saying anything else to him as you continued applying the dye, feeling his eyes on you.
Once you finished applying the dye, you wrapped your hair and let the dye sit in. You looked down at the half full bowl of dye, you were just going to throw it out that was until you locked eyes with Illumi.
“Want to try it?” You said with grin waving the dye in your hand
“...That? Why?” Illumi questioned as he squinted at the hair dye.
“Cause it’ll be fun and besides it’s not like anyone will notice it’s black dye.” You huffed.
Illumi looked at you, then the dye, and back at you. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do, so he agreed. As your dye settled in, you put his in. For the first time since you’ve arrived at the Zoldyck manor, this was the first moment of comfortable silence you had.
You gently applied the dye, carefully following the instructions with a gentle hand. So gentle that Illumi found himself relaxing in your touch. It wasn’t until he felt the absence of your hands that he realized you were finished applying the dye.
“I’m going to go wash mines out, yours still needs to sit for another 20 minutes.” You said as you stepped back inside your room leaving Illumi on the balcony.
As Illumi sat alone on your balcony he looked up at the stars, watching them shine knowing one day, like all life, it’d be snuffed out. Still, they would always be a beautiful and familiar sight to him.
Night.
He killed under the same sky each night. While targets, locations, weapons, and methods continue to change the time remained consistent. Illumi had seen many night skies similar to this one the only difference was that there was no feeling of bloodlust only a feeling foreign to him.
A feeling that could only be described as—
Peace.
“Illumi? You’re staring, more than usual.” You said, your hair unwrapped and perfectly covered by the dye. You hair replicated the night sky itself. It was then Illumi realized he wasn’t looking at the stars anymore. He hadn’t been looking at them for long while. He had been looking at you.
“What was the name of the dye again?”
Starlight Void.
Your hair, black like void yet filled with small and strong glimmers of light like stars. It was absolutely perfect on you.
“I see…” Illumi replied averting his gaze from you.
“...Anyway, I should rinse your hair now.” You said as you went back inside.
Illumi followed you to your bathroom allowing you to wash out the dye and dry his hair. Once you were finished you and Illumi looked at your matching hair color in the mirror.
Neither of you said anything as though you were both lost in the reflection staring back at you.
In the silence, you both realized that you could get lost in the void of each other just as easily as your eyes looked for stars in the night sky.
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Fin.✰
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Hello, if you are taking request, can I request an Illumi who has an obsession with his butler!reader? Where even if his family tried to arrange a marriage for him, he refuses because he wants his butler instead. And reader is just trying to do his job, or maybe he does find Illumi amusing.
𝓐 𝓩𝓸𝓵𝓭𝔂𝓬𝓴 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓻. ٠🔪ིྀ⭑
Ask Response: Omg! I love this idea, but if you don't mind, I made the reader gender-neutral for this fic instead! (ᵕ—ᴗ—)♡ And I'm always taking asks! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)𖹭.ᐟ they just might take a while, especially since my laptop has been acting up lately, and I get busy with academic stuff ｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡ but I'm always here looking at asks and typing things up whenever I can so leave a request anytime!⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ -ᵇᵇʸᵇˡᵒᵒʳᵒˢᵉˢ𐔌՞. .՞𐦯🩵
Summary: Illumi Zoldyck. Next head of the Zoldyck Family of Assassins. A silent killer that has you serving as his right hand. With your connection to him, it doesn't seem like he’ll be letting you leave his side anytime soon. Yet, as the need for Illumi’s marriage arises within the Zoldyck family, what happens when your relationship with Illumi begins to change and you discover the truth of his desires?♡
Service, Sacrifice, and Loyalty.
No Freedom.
No Personal Life.
That’s what it meant to be a Zoldyck Butler.
That’s what it meant to be Illumi Zoldyck’s Butler.
You were constantly, if not always, seen at his side.
It was one of his rules he’d placed since you began serving the Zoldyck Family.
At the age of eight, you were taken into servitude for the Zoldyck Family and trained under Tsubone. At such a young age, you were given the task of being Illumi's ‘playmate’ since you were both the same age. Yet, instead of engaging in childish games such as tag, you were instructed to spar with him.
Amidst one of your many spars as children, Illumi terribly wounded you, and while it wasn’t your first time getting scratched up, it was the first time the searing pain caused tears to roll down your face.
Even through the immense pain, you were still standing. Good. That was good. Yet, Illumi loomed over you, and that was horrific.
“You’re weak.” Illumi coldly stated.
You were well aware of that. He’s a Zoldyck after all; you, a mere butler, stood no chance.
Still, you wanted to prove yourself. So you remained standing as a mixture of blood and tears flowed down your face.
You wanted to prove yourself worthy of the life you’ve been subjected to.
You wanted to be strong and Illumi knew that.
“You have weakness but underneath there’s strength. I can get rid of all those weaknesses, all you have to do is stay by my side.”
“I’d be honored, Master Illumi.”
“Good. Now this might hurt.”
While you don’t remember the pain, you can still hear the crack of your skull as clear as day.
The sound of your scream.
The way your vision blurred.
The clean pierce of the needle.
Right in your frontal lobe. You weren’t sure what the needle altered but you knew not to ask. All Illumi said was,
“Now, you’re mine.”
To this day, you weren’t sure what went through his head when he took in the sight of your momentary vulnerability, but since that day, you’ve been his in ways you haven’t even realized.
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“Master Illumi, you have a meeting regarding your engagement to the daughter of the Masitov Family this afternoon. Mistress Kikyo suggests you get ready for her arrival.” You say as you go over his schedule, making sure to keep in step with him as you walked through the halls of the Zoldyck manor.
“Cancel it," Illumi stated.
“I- Master Illumi-...I understand.” You sighed in defeat as you went to report the news to Kikyo.
The Masitov family was the third high-ranking assassin family that the Zoldycks were attempting to unite with through marriage in order to strengthen their status. Still, you knew it was useless to try, no matter how many times you asked, Illumi consistently refused to marry.
Every.
Single.
Time.
With each refusal, you had to listen to the lengthy complaints that Kikyo had about Illumi’s stubbornness as you worked to find the next possible partner.
However, this was the last straw for Illumi.
“From now on, I refuse any marriage proposals you or anyone gives me. So I wouldn’t bother wasting your time by asking.” Illumi said as he watched Mike gruesomely snack on one of the intruders the guard brought him.
“Master Illumi! I must ask that you rethink this on behalf of Lady Kikyo—“ You protested.
“Are you questioning me?” Illumi hummed as he turned and faced you, as the sound of crunching bones from Mike filled the air, but that wasn’t what sent chills down your spine.
It was his aura.
Illumi’s aura.
It filled the air, and while there was no bloodlust, you hated how suffocating it was and how it always made you surrender to his desire.
“N-no, Master Illumi.” You said as you bowed your head, struggling not to shake underneath the pressure of his aura.
“Oh! Good then, I thought we were about to have a misunderstanding for a moment.” Illumi said with almost a cheerful tone as his aura completely disappeared, and he resumed observing Mike from the balcony.
“Never, Master Illumi.” You stated as you took a deep breath.
“Never…That’s true, you’ve been by my side long enough that you understand me. So don’t change that.” Illumi said as he walked over to you.
“I would never.” You replied
“Good.” Illumi crooned as he grinned down at you.
To be truthful, you doubt that you actually understand him. You can tell what he wants from you, but rarely do you know his interest or intention. Either way, it was expected to know what he wants from you after all, it’s one of the marks of a true Zoldyck Butler.
However, you did know one thing about Illumi. No matter how emotionless he seems, he’s in fact the most emotionally led person you’ve met. Anytime you asked why he attacked a certain way or said something, it was all tied back to how he felt.
So, when Kikyo called for a meeting with Illumi, you weren’t surprised when Illumi instructed you to also be there, as he felt your presence was needed.
Silva and Kikyo sat across the floor table from Illumi. Still, as a Zoldyck butler, you served them all tea in the uncomfortable silence.
“I assume there must be a good reason for you calling me here, Mother,” Illumi said as he sipped the tea you poured.
“There’s a perfectly good reason, but firstly, why is there a butler here?” Kikyo replied as she shot a glare at you before returning her attention to her beloved son.
“They’re here because I allow it. Now don’t waste my time.” Illumi stated as he glared at Kikyo.
“Fine then. Illumi, you need to find a suitable spouse; you continuously reject each one I find for you, and this can’t go on any longer. As the next head of the Zoldyck family, you understand the importance of marriage.” Kikyo lectured as Silva nodded in agreement while he sipped his tea.
“I understand perfectly. You simply fail to understand that I already have a partner whom I wish to be my spouse.” Illumi casually stated.
It caught everyone in the room off guard. When could he have gotten the chance to meet anyone? He kept himself occupied with missions, his own affairs, and—
You.
It would seem that you and Kikyo came to the same realization as she immediately shot up and yelled,
“Surely you aren’t referring to STAFF Illumi! A- A butler!? You wish to wed a butler!?!?”
“They’re not just any butler, They’re a Zoldyck butler.” Illumi replied as he set down his finished tea cup.
“Lady Kikyo I’m sure this is some misunderstanding—“ You stammer as you try to de escalate the situation.
“MISUNDERSTANDING!? For your sake, I hope so.” Kikyo hissed at you as she sat back down.
“Lord Silva, Lady Kikyo, I assure you that Illumi and I have never spoken of any marriage besides the ones of arrangement you approved and had me present to him.” You said trying to keep your voice firm and respectful.
“Then why does my son want to marry you?” Kikyo retorted with disdain dripping from each word.
“Because they’re mine. They know me well, and they made a promise to remain at my side.” Illumi calmly explained as he stood up.
“Promise!? T-they’re a butler! Staff, Illumi!” Kikyo said as she angrily bit one of her nail beds right off.
“Lady Kikyo–!” You exclaimed as you watched blood run down Kikyo’s clenched hand.
“If that’s all, I will be taking my leave,” Illumi said as he left the room, leaving you with Silva and Kikyo
You were torn on whether to follow Illumi out, but you’re a Zoldyck butler, not just Illumi’s, or so you thought.
You decided to stay in the room and bandage Kikyo’s wound as she loudly complained to Silva. As you finished bandaging and cleaning her wound, you felt a splitting pain in your head.
At the time, you managed to keep up appearances and leave the room, but as you made your way down the west wing hall, you collapsed to the floor, barely managing to keep your eyes open as you heard Illumi’s footsteps.
It was then that your body relaxed and your eyes shut, as the last thing you heard was Illumi’s voice saying,
“See what happens when you’re not with me?”
He picked you up, tossing your unconscious body over his shoulder.
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The satin sheets, plush comforters. When did the butler’s quarters get these new amenities?
They didn’t.
That’s when you opened your eyes and took in your surroundings. You were still in the Zoldyck manor, but you definitely weren’t in your room.
As you slowly shifted, trying to sit up, you felt a pair of cold hands around your waist.
“It’s rude to squirm when sleeping beside someone,” Illumi said as he carefully grasped one of your hands.
“Master I-Illumi–? What happened? Why am I here?” You said as you attempted to sit up once more, but the satin sheets caused your hand to slip, and you fell back down on the bed, now looking up at Illumi, whose long hair fell like curtains around your face, surrounding you in his darkness.
“You collapsed in the hall. You weren’t at my side, therefore causing the reaction,” Illumi said.
Not at his side? How did that correlate to you passing out in the hallway with a mind-breaking headache—
The needle.
The one nestled right in your frontal lobe.
“Is this a side effect of the needle?” You asked, not bothering to think about any consequences of asking such a straightforward question as butler.
“Oh, I never did properly explain it to you, did I? Then again, there was never a moment I expected you not to be with me,” Illumi said as he placed his hand on your forehead.
“I see…” You hummed as you twirled your finger around a strand of his hair.
Illumi paused for a moment, taking in the sight of you underneath him as he carefully thought over his words. He thought back to that day he put the needle in, your tears from the spar beforehand, the bruises on your body from tireless sparing ordered by Kikyo, and the fiery determination in your eyes despite it all. Those eyes. That fire.
Illumi was born into a family, into a world that was cold. There was no warmth. There was no love, and yet when he saw that fire in your eyes, that warmth, he knew he wanted, no, needed to have it, to have you. So, he made you that promise, gave you what you wanted in that moment, just to have you.
“I kept my promise, the needle ridded you of any self-doubt, anything mentally holding you back from success, strength, anything you desired. However, you must be by my side, or else you suffer just like you did in the hall. You already know this. You’re mine.” Illumi said as he stared into your eyes.
“I am. I’m…yours.” You repeated as you wrapped your arms around Illumi’s neck.
“Forever.” Illumi said as he leaned towards your face.
“And always.” You replied as brought him into a kiss.
You couldn’t tell if it was the needle in your brain or the heat of the kiss that sent electric chills down your spine, yet, in this moment, you understood him completely. You understood that as of this moment, you were officially his and nothing would change that.
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Love.
Devotion.
Sacrifice.
Bound by a lifelong vow.
These were the qualities of you, A Zoldyck Butler.
A former Zoldyck Butler, now the current spouse to the head of the Zoldyck Family, Illumi Zoldyck.
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Author’s Note: Here’s some Modern AU Headcannons for some of the HXH men for you guys while I’m working on Part 3 of Distracting and Ask Responses ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )₊˚⊹♡! Lmk if you liked this and would want to see more! As always, I will respond to every comment, ofc!⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ -ᵇᵇʸᵇˡᵒᵒʳᵒˢᵉˢ𐔌՞. .՞𐦯🩵
*A little suggestive during Pariston's part btw!
𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔 ♱
He’s definitely into history. He wants to know the beginning and end of everything.
His favorite places to take you on dates are Opera Houses, Classical Music or Theater, and Art Gallery Showings, not only because he loves the atmosphere, but because he likes that it gives him the excuse to see you all dressed up
He’s the type of partner to buy you flowers and explain to you the meaning of each flower and how it ties to your personality, saying something like,
“Y’know, orchids are seen as a symbol of beauty and luxury? I guess that’s why I was drawn to them when I saw them in the window, they’re exactly like you.”
He’s also really big on promises. He’s a man of his word, and anything he promises you, he will do.
He’s also surprisingly talkative, even though he doesn’t look like it. Especially when it’s about something he’s passionate about. He could talk to you for hours and never get bored.
When he proposes to you, I feel like he would do it while taking you on a vacation somewhere in Greece, specifically Santorini, or somewhere beautiful (just like you) with a lot of history.
His biggest dream with you is to travel the world with you someday, and hopefully, on your travels, you’ll both fall in love with a place where you’ll both decide that’s where you'll both grow old together.
𝑰𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊 𓁹 𓁹
He’s definitely into the sciences, more specifically, body sciences like anatomy. He wants to know the ins and outs of you everything.
His favorite places to take you on dates are Tea houses, small bookstores, and the occasional cat cafe, anywhere quiet and private where he can focus on you without a crowd around. Even if you wanted to go somewhere that’s crowded or loud, he’d just focus on you and tune everything else out.
He’s the type of partner to memorize every little detail about you to the point he practically knows you better than you know yourself.
He’ll come home to you after you've had a long day with drinks from your favorite place in hand, but instead of getting your usual, he’ll get you a new flavor, saying,
“I think you’ll like this one better; it pairs better with your recent tastes and cravings.”
Even if you didn’t want to admit it, he was absolutely right, damn, he’s good.
He’s also surprisingly clingy in the sense that he wants to be wherever you are just in your presence as to him it’s comforting.
He’s almost always the big spoon and he most definitely has a death grip, if you wake up before him good luck because there’s no way he’s letting you go anytime soon.
When he proposes to you, like Chrollo, it would be on vacation, but it would definitely feel more intimate. Like a private tour and week-long stay at the Eltz Castle in Wierschem, Germany, or at night in the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris.
If you’re wondering how he has the money for this, I think in a modern AU instead of the Zoldyck Family being well-known assassins, I feel like they would be well-known in the medical/anatomical world. I’m talking about owning various hospitals and practices around the world and multiple out-of-country facilities as well.
His biggest dream with you is to stay with you forever no matter what it looks like.
You want to move out of the country? Done.
You want to change names and live completely new lives? You got it.
You want to go completely analog and spend the rest of your days on a remote island with just you and him? Don’t threaten him with a good time.
Wherever you decide to go he’ll be there as in his eyes your path is his path and he’ll follow you wherever you go.
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ
He’s definitely a successful yet HELLA shady businessman. He’s definitely cut-throat when it comes to business but never when it comes to you.
His favorite places to take you on dates are anywhere a lot of people are, like Movie Premieres, Red-Carpet Showings, Black-tie events, Galas, Balls, etc. The man wants to show you off to everyone as he lives for the jealousy in their eyes. Once you both leave a conversation, as eyes linger on you as you both walk away, leaving the other person wanting something they couldn’t have, which Paristion teased them with, only to snatch you away.
He’s the type of partner who’s a constant tease. The man plays way too much, but if he accidentally hurts your feelings, he takes that seriously. He might laugh or grin, but once that dejected or disappointed look on your face finally processes in his brain, you’ll be met with a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers and breakfast in bed the next morning when you wake up. He’ll always deny when you ask if he’s being extra nice because of whatever he did or said yesterday, saying,
“I just felt like spoiling you today, Why? Is there something wrong with that~?”
He gets jealous so easily. One time, when you were at the office and brought him lunch while he was in a business meeting with a rival company, it appeared to him that one of the representatives had their eye on you for too long, and two weeks later, it was in the press that Paristion bought out the rival company that same week.
He’s a walking contradiction if you couldn’t already tell, and while he doesn’t want any eyes undressing you except for his but he’ll gladly buy various eye-catching things for your wardrobe. A new pair of designer shoes here, a cute top from your favorite designer brand over there, a fresh set of jewelry from your favorite designer, and the new lingerie perfectly tucked in the back corner of your walk-in closet where you wouldn’t notice.
When he proposes to you (my deepest apologies to all my introverts out there–) it is a show. I’m talking lights, camera, recording, everything in place for a picture-perfect proposal. Though if you already spoke to him about it and expressed wanting something more intimate, he’d oblige and save the picture-perfect version for a late announcement to the press.
His biggest dream with you is to have you happy and at his side for as long as he can. That’s the main reason why he shows you off and showers you with attention, so you’ll always be reminded of how amazing you are, as if he doesn’t tell you that as much as he boosts his own ego. Like Chrollo, he's looking forward to growing old with you in the lap of luxury, of course, you both deserve nothing less, if not more.
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i can’t explain it but i just KNOW Hisoka is dropping some crazy gossip/tea in Illumi’s ear fr
Author's Note: Working on part 3 of "Distracting" with Chrollo and wrote what I currently (it might change by tmwr idk ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )-) think is one of my favorite dialogue exchanges so far ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ but by all means imagine whoever you want and lmk who else you think would say these lines (the bolded ones♡)
Also, for anyone wondering, here's the first two parts of "Distracting"
Part One: “Distracting”: Pariston Hill
Part Two: "Distracting": Illumi Zoldyck
Dialogue Sneak Peek of "Distracting" Part Three🕸️๋࣭ ⭑
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“Hey, do you still think I can have whatever I want?”
“Yes, of course I do.”
“...Why?”
“Because whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.” 🕸️๋࣭ ⭑
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I can't decide on who to write next for the third part of, "Distracting," so to also celebrate a late 70 (Now, almost 80) followers ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡, you guys can pick! ₊˚⊹♡(˃͈ ˂͈ ) And, ofc, I'm always taking ask requests, but just keep in mind they may be coming a bit slow since I'm also trying to empty my drafts ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) .✦ ݁˖
Also, for anyone wondering, here's the first two parts of "Distracting"
Part One: “Distracting”: Pariston Hill
Part Two: "Distracting": Illumi Zoldyck
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Chrollo⸸
Kurapika♱
Leorio ⚯
Hisoka☆𓏑
Kite⛏🤡
𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔢 ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫˖.♱
Ask Comment: “Maybe something like Kurapika x reader who is Leorio’s sister, if you are up for it? 🙏🏻😊” - From the amazing; @animfanhxh
Ask Response: Omg! Again, love this idea, and it gives me the perfect excuse to write about the Dark Continent Voyage/Succession Arc! (To anyone who wants to be quickly caught up to speed about the Dark Continent Voyage, here’s a YouTube video for some extra context: Dark Continent Explained) Also, this comment inspired another Kurapika x Reader fic I’m currently working on in between finishing asks!(ﾉ≧ڡ≦) that they'll be tagged in for inspo cred ofc. Also, to anyone else reading, leave comments! I love to yap fr, and I WILL be responding to every comment ofc!⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ -ᵇᵇʸᵇˡᵒᵒʳᵒˢᵉˢ𐔌՞. .՞𐦯🩵
Summary: When reuniting with your brother, Leorio Paladiknight, after the events of the chairman election, you decide to accompany him and the Hunter Association on their voyage to the Dark Continent. Yet, underneath the condition that while you support the mission, you will be assigned to Kurapika’s side. Upon arriving on the Black Whale One and assigned as bodyguards to the 14th Prince Wobble, you find yourselves under attack as the succession contest begins to pose a more imposing threat. Nonetheless, your nen ability and skills find their purpose, but can it be enough to protect you and Kurapika? Either way, while you may not know each other well, it seems you’re both already attached by the heartstrings, whether you see them or not.
You shoved and pushed. You always reached out, reaching for him. Your older brother--
Leorio Paladiknight.
You were always following behind him, even when he didn't notice. When he had left home to go take the Hunter Exam and become a doctor, you signed up for next year's exam, knowing that your big brother would somehow find himself in something more complex than medical school.
You managed to pass the hunter exam. Your smarts and strength allowed you to stand apart from the other applicants. Though even with your Hunter's License, the real exam had just started. However, luckily for you, you had gained the favor of one of the Proctors, Mr. Satotz, who assisted you in learning and mastering Nen.
It was during your final day of training when Satotz approached you with the news about your brother's involvement in the chairman election and his overnight fame. You immediately made your way to Swardani City to the Hunter Association headquarters.
So again.
You shoved and pushed. You reached out--
"LEORIO PALADIKNIGHT!!!" you yelled, bursting through the door of the meeting office as Beans hurriedly followed behind you.
"Ahem. Mr. Leorio, it seems that your sister would like to see you. Be assured that she caused no commotion and provided all the proper documentation." Beans said as he gave you a soft smile, holding the door up as your forceful entrance caused the door to come off its hinges.
"Ack-! Sis-!? What are you doing here?" Leorio exclaimed, immediately attempting to look away from your fierce glare.
Before you could even begin to chew out your idiot brother, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. For some reason, you relaxed into the touch and felt your initial frustration subside as you looked at the blonde-haired man who was holding your shoulder.
“I take it that you’re Leorio’s sister? Mr. Satotz has told me great things about you.” Kurapika said as he slowly took his hand off your shoulder.
“Yes, I am. May I ask your name and how you know Mr. Satotz?” You asked, shooting a quick glare at your brother before returning your attention to Kurapika.
“I am Kurapika, and Mr. Satotz has referred you for assistance upon the Hunters Association’s voyage on the Black Whale One,” Kurapika stated calmly.
“Mr. Leorio will be in attendance as well! I’m sure you’d like to catch up with him since you came all this way!” Beans stated.
“Let’s not sugar coat her what we’re asking from her.” Cheedle, the former zodiac and current chairwoman of the Hunter Association, stated.
“Sugarcoat what exactly?” You asked, now realizing this visit wouldn’t be as simple as dragging Leorio out by the ear while apologizing for any possible commotion he might’ve caused.
“Mr. Satotz has vaguely informed us of your strong nen ability, Heavens Hand, and we require your assistance on this voyage,” Cheedle stated.
“And I said no! I refuse to have her come on a mission to some deadly continent!” Leorio shouted, inserting himself between you and Cheedle.
“You’re being ridiculous, Leorio, and given your new position as one of the Zodiacs, you know how important her ability could be.” Cheedle firmly said as she looked at you.
Cheedle, unfortunately for Leorio, was right in her statement. Your Heavens Hand ability was optimal for combat and defense, which proved itself in your nen training with Mr. Satotz.
Heavens Hand grants you access to large amounts of nen that can only be used for combat or defensive purposes and for a limited amount of time.
When Heaven's Hand is activated defensively, it grants impenetrable defense, but in return feels like moving in heavy armor while in combat, depending on how much Nen is used.
While using Heaven's Hand on someone other than yourself, you are left with less Nen and therefore practically defenseless. Still, your ability is essential for this voyage.
“I’ll go.” You said firmly as you gently pushed your brother aside.
“But, I have a condition.” You stated as you met Cheedle’s gaze.
“Go on then. What is it?” Cheedle said, slightly surprised by your willingness to accompany them on this voyage.
“I want my brother to still be able to become a doctor. I don’t know what he’s been doing while running around for you guys, but I don’t want his studies to pay the price in any way.” You firmly say.
“Hey-! Heyy!! Don’t I have a say in this? You don’t need to worry about me or my studies. I'm fine! I don’t want you coming here and signing up for god knows what!” Leorio shouted at you.
“Leorio. You need to calm down; shouting at her isn’t going to get us anywhere.” Kurapika said as he pulled Leorio aside from you.
“Do you accept my condition?” You ask Cheedle, not bothering to pay attention to your brother’s comments. You were sick of him always deciding what was best, whether it affected you or not. It was time for you to start making some decisions as well.
“Yes, welcome to the team,” Cheedle stated as her firm attitude shifted to a more cheerful one.
“Ms. Cheedle, I’d like to request that while on the Black Whale One, Ms. Paladiknight be assigned to the bodyguard squad with me,” Kurapika said.
Leorio eased slightly at this suggestion, allowing himself to trust Kurapika’s request.
Seeing that it would calm Leorio down, Cheedle agreed to Kurapika’s request, saying, “I’ll allow it. It fits perfectly within our plan. She’ll be in Kurapika’s hands. Leorio! As discussed, you’ll be with me on the medical team.”
“You better not give Kurapika a hard time—!” Leorio said as Cheedle dragged him out of the conference room.
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Upon arriving on the Black Whale One, you and Kurapika applied for the same bodyguard position and were assigned to the protection of the 14th Prince Wooble.
You’ve never engaged in much basic combat, even with all your training with Satotz. Yet your main objective was to protect Prince Wooble and provide defense to Kurapika.
Therefore, you used Heaven's Hand on the young prince, while invisible to any non-nen user, it was perfectly visible to Kurapika that Wooble had your guaranteed protection as the small baby was covered in a layer of defensive aura.
As allowed yourself to breathe for a moment—
“H-HELP! A- BODY! BODY! A BODYGUARD IS DEAD!!” one of the prince's maids cried out.
Queen Oito desperately clung to Prince Wooble, her grip tightening ever so slightly.
“Protect the Prince, I’ll go check the surrounding area,” Kurapika said as he placed his hand on your shoulder.
As Kurapika checked the outer surroundings, you channeled your ability towards protecting Queen Oito and the prince.
Erratically, one of the opposing princes' bodyguards began to attack, immediately lunging for you and the queen.
In an act of pure defense, you put your remaining nen towards Heaven’s Hand in protection of the Queen and Prince, leaving yourself defenseless.
Kurapika realized this and immediately went to act by your side. It was an impulsive move, but even with the assigned job, you remained his top priority, even when you weren’t supposed to be.
Kurapika moved swiftly, dodging attacks from the opposing bodyguard as you rushed Queen Oito to a safer room.
Even as you were almost defenseless after assuring the queen and prince were safe, you went out to support Kurapika, giving him the last of your expendable nen.
The opposing bodyguard continued to attack, not wasting a second in this fight, as each move, they made was an attempt on Kurapika’s life. However, the same could be said for Kurapika, but he knew he shouldn’t be taking his time; but this was no situation where he could use Emperor Time, it wasn’t worth the risk on him or the mission, as there was no telling how much life he had left to give.
You knew this fight needed to end; if this went on any longer, someone else would probably join the attack, and as the only two bodyguards, you both couldn’t afford any more fighting than necessary. The fight was going on for too long; you couldn’t just stand there and do nothing, so in a last-ditch effort, you placed your entire ability’s worth of nen onto the bodyguard, hoping the immense weight of all of Heaven's Hand nen would be enough to slow the bodyguard down and allow Kurapika to swiftly finish the fight.
It turned out that the act of desperation was more than enough; you killed the man.
The sound of bones cracking and blood spraying filled the room until you snapped out of your shock and stopped your ability in fear.
You weren’t sure how exactly you did it; it was a desperate and dangerous move.
You looked at the dead bodyguard, his organs compressed and crushed as he bled out.
Whatever happened that protected you and Kurapika could only be described as Divine Intervention.
Yet, there is no god on this voyage, only the impulsive acts of the heart.
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❝'𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠'❞
Summary: Assigned to an assassin mission in Zaban City on the night of your anniversary, you decide to accompany Illumi on his deadly task. To your pleasant surprise, it’s taking place in Zaban City’s most expensive auction hall. So in the spirit of celebration and luxury, you take this opportunity to formally dress up in a style reminiscent of your wedding dress as you decide to enjoy the night and properly celebrate your anniversary afterwards. However, your ethereal look distracts Illumi from the task at hand. Now, it seems you’re his main target and your anniversary celebration will last long into the night.
Author’s Note: Part two of my miniseries (Yes, it's suggestive 17+, barely, if you squintƪ໒꒰ྀི´꒳` ꒱ྀི১ʃ ) of my personal headcannons on how HXH men would react to you wearing a 'distracting' outfit. Also...I made the Illumi header for this post (s/o to the power of canva and pintrest) if anyone would like to use it, feel free, but credit would be appreciated! Again, if you have a request for who you’d like to see next in this little series, leave a comment and lmk! I hope you enjoy it! ໒꒰ྀི๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑꒱ྀིა -ᵇᵇʸᵇˡᵒᵒʳᵒˢᵉˢ𐔌՞. .՞𐦯🩵
Notable Inspo: Slightly inspired by this scene (Any other Malice Mizer fans here?) Hopefully you guys see the vision (,,>﹏<,,) yk, like some Gekka No Yasoukyoku vibes? -ᵇᵇʸᵇˡᵒᵒʳᵒˢᵉˢ𐔌՞. .՞𐦯🩵
Part One: “Distracting”: Pariston Hill
Today marked a year since your marriage to your loving husband, Illumi Zoldyck. Unfortunately, that didn't mean he wasn’t off the clock, as he was just assigned a job in Zaban City.
“It’ll be quick, we can always celebrate afterwards,” Illumi said as he sharpened one of his needles.
“I know, and luckily it’s not too far, but still, for an anniversary it feels unceremonious,” You replied, taking notice of your husband’s uncharacteristically formal attire.
It’s not that you rarely saw Illumi in expensive clothing, but the fact that it was a suit of all things caught you slightly off guard. An understandable response since the last time you saw him in a suit like this was exactly a year ago today.
“What made you decide to wear a suit for this mission?” You questioned as you eyed him up and down.
“Well, it is in Zaban City’s Central Auction House. It’s an invite-only auction, and I thought it’d best to blend in. Besides, don’t most people wear nice clothing on their anniversary?” Illumi said, now making eye contact with you.
“That is true, and in that case, I’ll come with you then. It is our anniversary after all, we should spend it together.” You hum in reply as you walk over to your closet and begin getting ready.
“We’d end up together whether you attended or not. I always come back to you, but your company would be better. I’ll head over to the auction house now, and I will be expecting you there.” Illumi stated as he left your shared home.
Illumi wasn’t opposed to you coming at all; you are his wife after all, and even if you didn’t come, he’d finish the job quickly and precisely with his utmost perfection in order to quickly return home to your side. In his eyes, whether you were with him or not would hold no effect on his performance as a Zoldyck Assassin.
That’s what he thought, at least.
Meanwhile, it was late evening in the auction hall as music flowed and bids were silently placed. The night went on, attendees drank and engaged in mindless conversation on what pieces happened to catch their eye for the night, although the piece that was on everyone’s mind was the grand black-diamond chandelier, perfectly placed in the ballroom.
Illumi watched from the balcony above the dance floor, observing his target, watching him drink at the bar just slightly off the dance floor. He hadn’t done much research into his target, but he did enough to know that the man was of notable wealth and served as competition for the client’s winning bid on the black-diamond chandelier. Truthfully, out of all the invited attendees, only 100 were told about the chandeliers auction and permitted to bid.
A handcrafted antique assumed to be an early C.E. Renaissance piece, the chandelier was held in high regard. Even without its history, its beauty was something to behold, the gold accenting, the precise cut and shape of each diamond, and the obvious nen, post-mortem, attached to work. What made the chandelier so popular was the fact that it was known as the ‘light that never goes out’ as even in pure darkness it shines, yet is rumored to shine brighter when a similar beauty to the chandelier stands underneath it.
For any skilled nen user, it was already known and easy to figure out that it simply shines when a nen user stands beneath it as the post-mortem nen within the ornate chandelier responds to any live nen source. Nonetheless, rumor was still a selling point and seemed to hold true for tonight once you entered the ballroom.
You were perfection at its finest. A gorgeous black gown, almost identical to your wedding dress, was perfectly paired with your favorite red-bottom heels to complement the look. As you walked underneath the chandelier in the dimly lit ballroom, everyone gasped and pointed upwards as the chandelier began to shine. It was beautiful, yes, but it wasn’t what you were looking at, while your gaze was also upwards, your eyes were on the ones that were stalking you.
You spared Illumi a glance and a soft smile as you locked eyes for a moment before returning your attention back to the event, not wanting to disturb his work for too long.
Though it was already too late, as his attention no longer remained on the target but on you instead. While following his target from a distance, he would linger behind to watch you socialize and idly chatter with the other guests who stared and complimented your outfit. Illumi was practically running on autopilot in regard to the mission, almost entirely tuning out the conversation he started with the target, mindlessly nodding along to whatever the man said as he kept looking over to wherever you were now, feeling slightly opposed to your presence.
Though what he was actually opposed to was how controlled he felt by it. He was being controlled, and a part of him hated that. Yet at the same time, it intrigued him as in its own way it meant that you had a continuous significance in his life, in fact, in this moment, you might be the only significant thing in his life. Upon that realization was when Illumi lost control. Accidentally killing the target from the balcony. Blood spilled out of the target's body as it hunched over the railing, allowing blood to rain down onto the main floor.
Of course, chaos immediately ensued. People screamed and ran out of the building, pushing and pulling away anything in their way. You were spun in the chaos, almost as if you were caught in a dance of fright as you moved in step to the screams.
In minutes the hall was completely empty and the lights had all went out except for shine of the chandelier that shimmered above you, illuminating each step you took.
Upon noticing the finally empty hall, you stopped your dance and immediately looked around you in search of your husband. Slightly concerned at the dramatic murder, as that was far from his style of killing.
“Illumi?” You called out as you walked around ballroom floor.
You turned around and were immediately met with the extended bloodied hand of your husband as he asked,
“May I have this dance?”
“Of course,” You hummed, allowing him to take your hand.
Each spin and turn, Illumi guided you as you both danced around the blood-stained floor underneath the beautiful shine of the chandelier.
“You seem to be losing your composure, It isn’t like you to be so…flambouyant” You say as you grasp his hand tighter amidst your shared movements.
“It’s our anniversary so we should celebrate, besides, We’re dressed accordingly for the occasion.” Illumi said his hand tightening on your waist as he pulled you closer to him.
You were right, he was losing his composure. He was getting sloppy, and it’s all your fault.
It's completely your fault.
Your elegance as you danced in the ballroom, your red bottom heels that matched the bloodied marble-stained floor, and every other little thing that you do that distracted him from the mission at hand, while you didn’t even notice.
Yet, He’s a Zoldyck, Illumi Zoldyck, and yet, when around you, none of that seemed to matter anymore, as just your presence turned him from a feared killing machine to an obsessive and insatiable man who only had eyes for you.
As you reached the final step of the waltz, he dipped you accordingly. It was in this moment, underneath the bright lighting of the chandelier, highlighting the bloodstained floor, that you noticed the darkness in his eyes. Yet, there was something in that depth of darkness.
Desire.
The desire to have you.
The desire to hold you.
The desire to love you.
Forever.
No matter what it looked like.
In this moment, however, it looked as though he was about to tear off the lace of your bodice as he gripped the lace strings tightly. It was in that moment that he gathered what little composure he had and let go as you finished your dance.
“Not here.”
That was all he said as he led you out the back of the building, where a car was already waiting to take you both home.
Car ride was silent yet tension filled as sound of Illumi’s nails piercing and tearing through the leather seats of car filled the air. You knew better than to say anything not wanting Illumi to snap in front of the scared driver clutching the steering wheel for dear life.
As the car pulled infront of your home Illumi swiftly got out the car, opened your door, and dismissed the driver promptly before heading inside as you followed behind him.
You sat on the small stool in the grand foyer of your home as Illumi knelt down and began to gently take off your heels.
“You were beautiful tonight,” Illumi said as he lifted your ankle, undoing the strap of your heel.
“Thank you, you did excellent work tonight, I hardly noticed the lack of security and missing cameras,” You hummed as you lifted a strand of Illumi’s hair, twirling it between your fingers.
“Thank you, and this for you,” Illumi said, handing you what looked to be a slip of paper.
“Oh-...Illumi-” You softly gasped as looked at your anniversary gift.
It was the confirmation slip of the winning bid for the black-diamond chandelier. The one that reflected your beauty on the day of your first anniversary, along with all the memories this night will hold for you.
“It should be arriving within 10 to 12 days” Illumi said calmly as finished taking off your heels.
“It’s absolutely perfect! Thank you so much Illumi” You hummed as you gently kissed him.
“You shouldn’t thank me, we should continue to celebrate. Our night isn’t over, far from it actually,” Illumi said, slowly pulling away from the kiss as his hand rested on your lower waist gently caressing the top layer of lace on your dress.
“What possibly could there be left to do on such a loving night?” You teasingly cooed at him as you slowly undid his tie.
You caught him tense for a moment as his eyes narrowed at you. As he finally realized your game from the moment you decided to accompany him on his mission. Nonetheless, he used his last shred of composure for the night and said,
“Now, despite how beautiful you and that dress look, I must warn you that if it isn’t off by the time I get upstairs, it will get ripped and I’ll take no responsibility for it.”
You, of course, wasted no time and neither did Illumi.
This night was going to be long, and if it decided to go Illumi’s way, then it’d last forever.
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❝'𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠'❞
Summary: You and Your Husband, Pariston Hill, are getting ready for a large donation event for the Hunter Association, but just as you’re preparing to leave and show your husband your outfit, it appears you look 'too good'.
Author’s Note: This is going to be a miniseries (Yes, we getting suggestive [17+, barely, if you squintƪ໒꒰ྀི´꒳` ꒱ྀི১ʃ] with this one ૮₍ • ˕ - ₎ა♡⋆⟡˖ ) of my personal headcannons on how HXH men would react to you wearing a distracting outfit. If you have a request for who you’d like to see next in this little series, leave a comment and lmk! I hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑꒱ྀིა -ᵇᵇʸᵇˡᵒᵒʳᵒˢᵉˢ𐔌՞. .՞𐦯🩵
Part Two: "Distracting": Illumi Zoldyck
It was late evening in Swadarni City, and the hint of sunset added a warm glow onto your vanity mirror as you applied the final touches on your makeup. As you applied your lip gloss, you watched your husband put on one of his many ties, his signature grin already plastered on his face.
You both were getting ready for a big donor event for the Hunter Association. It wasn’t the first time you heard about this event, but it was the first time you’d be attending as ‘Mrs. Hill’. In addition, this particular annual donation event brings in almost a quarter of the Hunter Association's funding, so it is a big deal, especially for Pariston.
As Vice Chairman, your Husband had a huge role to play, which, of course, he never shied away from as the man practically bathed himself in attention, not to mention the fact that he practically had his hand in every guest’s wallet as soon as they entered the room and laid eyes on his pristine smile and handsome face.
As you finished the final touches on your outfit, you stood up from the vanity and walked over to your husband. He was fixing the final touches on his suit until he froze for a moment as he saw you, and he immediately realized the attention may not be his tonight with how gorgeous you look.
He couldn’t tell if it was the warm sunset glow in your shared bedroom, the subtle sheen on your lips from your signature lip gloss, or your intoxicating perfume that mixed perfectly with your natural scent that caused him to pause.
Or at least that’s what he originally thought until he finally let the sight of you in that dress sink in, and his original assumptions were pushed aside.
God, that dress.
A dress that paired perfectly with his suit and hugged you in all the right places and more. With the way you’d look, it could easily be mistaken that this event was about something for you and not some stupid charity event.
“Well-..? What do you think?” You softly asked your husband as you straightened his tie.
“I think it’s beautiful, but may I ask what drew you to this…eye-catching ensemble?” Pariston said as he stepped closer to you, his hands resting on your hips.
“Oh! Well, I thought it’d look nice with your suit.” You hummed, taking pride in your dress choice.
“So you wanted to copy me?” Pariston said, already twisting your words before you could even process how to respond.
“Copy-? No, I wanted—“ You stammered, taken aback by your Husband’s sudden accusations.
“We don’t want the donor’s thinking you’re just some unoriginal trophy wife, do we?” Pariston condescendingly cooed at you.
“Well, no—“ You said.
“Perfect! I’m so glad we agree, darling. I must admit it’s a beautiful dress…so let me…take it off you.” Pariston said not bothering to wait for your reply, as he was already unzipping your dress.
Truthfully, He was jealous. Jealous of all the eyes that’d be on you. Eyes that’d usually be on him now on what’s his and he couldn’t— no. He wouldn’t allow that.
A sight like this should only be for his eyes, and as long as you’re with him, that’s exactly how it’ll be.
As his hands continued to move and maneuver your clothing, your damn narcissist of a husband kept talking as he slowly stripped you.
“You look so much better like this anyway, y’know?”
“Was this your plan all along? To distract me and try to get my attention?”
“Don’t act shy. You have my full attention now, and you’re going to love every second of it.”
As soon as your everything dress hit the floor, it was safe to say that you’d both be arriving late to the event.
Once you arrived, no matter how many times Pariston said it was because you took too long to get ready, That he just couldn’t bear to leave you behind, or whatever excuse he made up for the night, Anyone who saw the marks on your neck and the faint lip gloss stains on Pariston's collar could tell your lateness was simply because Pariston couldn’t keep his hands off you.
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hemlocke springs for Dork Magazine (Feb. 2026)
