Summary: While patrolling through the hidden rain, Tobi spots a pretty girl with a byakugan and becomes obsessed. He watches your relationship fall apart till the day your boyfriend hits you. That's the day everything gets turned upside down.
Warnings: NSFW, Yandere Tobi, mentions of abuse, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, sexual touching, some violence
Word Count: 4.1k
A/N: This got too long so I decided to make it two parts. Come back next week to see it get spicy.
Anon Ask
Tobi visited many villages while undercover for the Akatsuki and while he enjoyed visiting home more than others, there is a most peculiar girl right here in the Hidden Rain village that has caught his eye.
One day while strolling through the village verifying that the locals are conforming to the new village power, he spots a beauty sporting byakugan eyes. He had to do a double-take to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Someone with the byakugan here in the Rain village? That can’t be right. Yet here you are, pale eyes blending with the bleak background of constant downpour.
Needing to know how a Hyuga found their way so far from home, he follows you home. You're living with a man the same age as you but it isn't all roses. He is your boyfriend for sure, but he doesn't act like it. He treats you more like his maid than his maiden. He doesn't cherish you or hold you. He doesn't help you or ask about your day, he ignores you until he needs something from you. Tobi can't understand why you are with him. You’re so far from home and for what? To be treated like this? An angry twisting started to upset Tobi’s gut.
The rogue ninja has half a mind to go in there and kill the man so he can claim what he wants but he restrains, opting for a more subtle approach. Murder has become a common event in his life but he realizes it’s probably not common in yours. He can tell you’re not a shinobi, never have been, based on your lack of scars. So how on earth did you meet this scum?
At first, Tobi ignored your knack for intruding on his thoughts. He has goals he needs to focus on. An important mission from Madara. He doesn’t have time for fanciful dreams about the beautiful Hyuga girl ripe for the taking. Yet, eventually, the thoughts of you consume him. He finds himself making excuses to patrol the city always on the lookout for you.
He catches you fighting with your boyfriend a few times. The shouting can be heard through the windows. You look drained. You asked him for help and he laid into you about your responsibilities as a woman. With each subsequent visit you look more and more exhausted. Why won’t you leave? Do you have nowhere to go?
As he watches the saga unfold, his investment increases. Before he even realizes it, he’s outside your home every day. He’s become obsessed with your unhappiness, wanting to fix it, watching it play out in real time. Then one day, an argument is finished by him striking your face three times.
Blind rage has him bolting for the inside of your home. He passes through the front door without ever opening it. Lunging in, he pounds his fist into the side of your boyfriend’s face. You scream in terror having never seen a jutsu that allows a person to pass through walls like a ghost.
“What the hell man!” your boyfriend shouts as he rubs the point of impact.
Your surprise intruder, covered in a black clouded cloak and orange swirling mask, silently responds with a second punch followed by a swift kick to the face. Normally Tobi would taunt his prey with his childish voice but the anger consumes him whole. This sorry excuse for a man already has been walking the line in Tobi’s book but now it’s time to deal with him.
“I’m gonna kill you!” Your boyfriend yells at this mystery man whose face is concealed. Completely unphased, your champion punches your boyfriend one final time. He presses his hand to his face as blood pours out his nose. Then the man in the red and black cloak twists his arm around your boyfriend’s neck, choking him till he’s lifeless.
“Oh my gods did you kill him?!” You whisper in terror.
“No. I want to but, no.” are the first words that you hear out of his mouth. “Come on.”
Tobi extends his hand. You step back, shaking your head. You don’t care what his motivations are, you don’t know this man and he just came through the wall to knock out your piece of shit boyfriend. Clearly he’s dangerous.
“I’m not taking no for an answer. Sweetheart. You’re coming willingly or by force.”
You step back further, holding your hands close to your chest.
“By force it is.” Tobi crouches down and slumps you over his shoulder, one hand securing your kicking legs, the other steadying your weight by conveniently resting on your rear. You punch at his back only for your hand to pass through his body and hit yourself in the stomach. You cough on impact and hear a short exhale from underneath the mystery man’s mask.
“Something funny to you?” you scold.
“Very. Now if you’re done hitting yourself, I’d like to be on our way.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you! Let me down!”
Mystery man only laughs harder before you hear a whirring sound and notice a portal open up. You curse in surprise.
What is this?! He can pass through walls but he’s holding me. My fists can’t touch him but his fists knocked out my boyfriend. Now he’s opened up a new world out of thin air.
Tobi could feel your heart racing and it excited him. He wants to make your heart pound more. He stepped into his void and then stepped out into the Akatsuki hideout within the walls of the Hidden Rain. He enters his room and lets you down. You huff as you straighten your shirt, your eyes darting around the room as you do so.
It is a plain and dark space. Only a small bed on the floor and a tiny dresser with a small lamp because it seems the sconces on the wall supply most of the dim lighting in the room. Is this to be your new living space?
Oh gods, he’s abducted me. Oh shit. What’s going to happen to me? Is he after my eyes?!
“If you want money, I’ll give it to you. Just let me go home,” you beg. “I’ll give you everything I have.”
“Why would I want your money?”
“Then it’s my eyes you're after?!” you’re panicked and your breathing starts to falter. He’s going to steal your eyes and leave you blind. How will you work, defend yourself, escape if you can’t see? You stumble back, tripping over the mattress and falling down.
“I’m not after your eyes.”
You stop hyperventilating but the fear lingers on your face. “T-Then, what do you want?”
“I want you.”
You shrink under his stare. You can’t see his face but guessing what it looks like makes you queasy. Back flush with the wall behind you, there was nowhere to run. He squats down to your level and extends his hand. You flinch as he tucks your hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek with his thumb. Only moments prior, your boyfriend struck that very spot and now a masked stranger is touching it.
You whimper, afraid of his hands. “Relax Sweetie, I’ll never hurt you.” he coos like you’re a little girl afraid of a spider. Your eyes snap up to stare into the dark hole of his mask.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Keep you.”
“For how long?”
“Till we die.”
You swallow even though your mouth is dry. You’re never going home. You know it isn’t the happiest of homes but it’s okay. You have a house and a job and a boyfriend. It's better than the constant scrutiny of being a non-shinobi in the Hyuga clan. Only now you wished you were a shinobi. You could’ve fought your way out of this. Now you’re stuck. Stuck with a madman who believes he has ownership over you.
“Sweetheart?”
“Please don’t call me that.” He marches forward, ignoring your response.
“I don’t understand. Why did you stay with him?”
“What?”
“Why did you support him when all he did was take from you? You should’ve left him. Why didn’t you?”
You blink, taken off guard by his question. “Where was I going to go?! I’m not from here. I don’t have a family to go back to and Rain villagers aren’t exactly welcoming to outsiders”
“So you didn’t love him.”
“What? I never said that!”
“When I asked why you didn’t leave, you didn't say it was because you loved him, you said it's cause you have nowhere to go.”
Your mouth silently opens and shuts. He was right. Without realizing it, you were more focused on survival than your actual feelings and now you’re suddenly confronted with the truth. You don’t love your boyfriend, and you haven’t for some time.
“I take it you realize I’m right.”
“No, I just, nevermind.” You hear a chuckle from behind the orange swirl. “You laugh at me too much.” you complain with a cross of your arms over your chest.
“Stop bein’ cute and I’ll stop laughin’. “
Your scowl only grows along with his laughter. “It’s not funny.”
“I disagree.” His hand lifts your chin as he scans over you, his eyes checking to make sure you’re okay. “Let me get you something to eat.”
“I’d rather have something to wear. Does this whole captivity for life thing come with a new wardrobe or do I get to go grab my stuff at some point?”
Your captor pauses as he stands up. “I’ll grab a few things. Anything in particular you want?”
“I’d like all of it but since that’s not possible, I’ll write a list.”
“Thank you. I’ll still go get you some food while I'm out.”
You nod at him as you pass him a scribbled list before he turns to leave. After he exits, you realize that you never learned his name. Crap.
When your captor finally returns, hours later, there is nothing but a plate of food in his right hand and a glass of water in his left. You assumed based on the length of his absence that he’d gone to get your stuff but maybe he had other business to attend to.
“Hey Sweetheart.”
“You don’t have to call me that.” You murmur as you accept the food. Once again he ignores your request and carries on as if he didn’t hear you. After a few bites you realize the food is actually quite good and you start to shovel larger bites in your mouth.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you wait so long to eat.”
You stop and look up at him. “No, it’s not that, it’s just, it's really good. I mean, I am hungry but did you make this?”
The masked ninja leans against the wall, crossing his arms. “I once had a friend who was a good cook. I learned from him.”
“Do you always cook for your victims?”
A snort is muffled by his swirling mask but that did little to hide his amusement.
“I’m glad you find this all so funny.”
“I dealt with your ex.” he deadpans, changing the subject.
“He’s my ex now? Funny, I don’t recall breaking up with him.”
“Oh you broke up with him, Sweetheart. The second you came here with me.”
“I also don’t recall voluntarily coming here with you.”
“Well I’m not sharing a bed with someone else’s girlfriend so, you’re single. End of discussion”
Your chopsticks clatter to the ground. Your mouth falls open and you have to remember to shut it. “We’re sharing a bed?”
“Do you see a second bed in here?”
Stammering you struggle to voice your objections to the situation. He cuts off your senseless sounds to inform you that while at your place to pick up your things he informed your boyfriend that you left him and would not be coming back.
“You WHAT?!”
“I simply spared you the trouble of telling him you don’t love him anymore and that since he didn’t appreciate all the things you did for him, you decided to break up with him and move out. Furthermore, I promised to spare his life in exchange for his good behavior.”
“And that worked?!”
“Sweetie, he just woke up from the nice little sleep I put him in. You really think he was going to test my patience?”
You nod remembering the violence from earlier, feeling the fear crawl up your gut. And he expects you to share a bed. That’s not gonna happen. And what are you to do all day? Does he just expect you to stay in this tiny room all the time, waiting for him to come home like his pet cat? Oh gods, your job…
“Hey, uh... actually, um” you chew your lip afraid to ask the question, “I-you, well, you never told me your name.” Your chest deflated and you look down, worried he’ll get mad at you which is ridiculous but also you’re not dealing with a normal person. You’re dealing with a kidnapping criminal, so you have a right to tread lightly.
He brings his hand up to the bottom of his mask, cupping his chin in thought. Is he not going to tell me his name?
“I guess for now, call me Tobi.”
“For now?”
“It’s an alias.”
“An alias, a mask, a bunker for a bedroom, and you cover every inch of your skin except your toes. You sure like your privacy.” Another snort comes from his direction. “Would you stop laughing at me?”
“I will when you stop being funny.”
“I’m not trying to be funny. I’m just saying you want me to sleep in your bed when you hide every part of yourself from me.”
“Precisely.”
“That’s not how it works.”
“That’s how it’s going to work.”
You huff and clean your plate, handing it back to him without a single grain of rice to spare.
“Well Tobi, do I at least get to go to work in the mornings?”
“Why do you want to go to work?”
“I don’t know, to earn money, to see my friends, to not sit in a windowless bunker. Take your pick.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?!”
“No. I won’t risk you running away.”
“Not that I’d get very far.” you quip with a sideways glance.
“So you understand then. I’m not giving you up.”
“Yeah, I understand. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m not giving up my job.”
“You don’t need it.”
“Yes I do. You took my home and my relationship. Plus all my stuff was left behind so I literally have nothing.”
“You don’t have nothing. You have me.”
“How do i have you?! I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU NAME!”
“You don’t need to.”
You feel exasperated. There’s no rationalizing with him. You rub your temples trying to ease the oncoming headache.
Noting your exhaustion, Tobi’s arm disappears and then reappears with a duffle in hand. He drops it on the floor at your feet, next to the bed. “Now you don’t have nothing,” he says as he walks off.
You feel bad. He’s crazy but he came to your rescue when your boyfriend hurt you. He cares about you, he wants to be your world and you dismissed him. Geez, what does it say about you when you feel guilty for hurting your abductor’s feelings. You’re just as insane as him. It’s madness, the entire situation.
Tobi’s gone the rest of the day and you actually miss him. You want him to come back but you’re not even sure what you’d do together if you were in the same room. You guess you’re just bored with nothing to do. How are you going to live like this? While you wait on your captor you go through your duffle. You see some of your favorite clothes, which gives you the creeps, clearly, he’s been watching you awhile if he knows this level of detail. You see a vibrator which you suppose is a little ‘f*** you’ gift, and at the bottom, you see your blanket.
Looking around the room you see a space catty corner to Tobi’s bed. You lay out your blanket and then pull your pajamas from the duffle before fluffing it to create a makeshift pillow. After donning your pj’s you lay down and fold the blanket over your body, tucking yourself into bed.
Just as you close your eyes Tobi’s back. “The hell you think you’re doing?”
“Trying to sleep?”
“Not over there, you’re not.”
“Why? Why can’t I sleep where I’d like?”
He’s silent and you just know his jaw is flexing beneath the mask. “Cause I say so.”
“Not good enough.” you say as you turn away from him. “Goodnight.”
You pretend to fall asleep but your ears perk, trying to envision what he’s doing based on the sounds of him shuffling around. He wants to force you into his bed but he doesn’t want to end up like your ex so he doesn’t push it. Eventually he sighs and you know you’ve won. He leaves the room to presumably wash up for bed before returning. Through your closed eyes, you see the darkness thicken and know he’s turned out the lights. The both of you fall asleep without a word until you wake up in the middle of the night shivering.
Your blanket isn’t thick enough to shield you from the cold of the stone floor. You curl into a ball trying to conserve heat but it’s not enough. Your teeth chatter as you will yourself back to sleep but it’s not working. Your body won't listen to what you want. Then you pick up the sound of shuffling and feel warm arms wrap around you.
“Come to bed, Sweetie.”
You don’t even respond when he lifts you, taking care to grab your blanket and carry you over to the bed. His body heat feels good. His embrace is comforting, which you find bizarre but, at this point you’re not going to question it. You nestle into his chest, fusing yourself with his skin as he adjusts your blanket over your body and pulls the covers on top of you.
Once he’s done his arm wraps around you and his chin rests just above your head. No mask? I guess it’d be crazy to sleep with it on. Maybe in the morning, you’ll get to meet your captor's face. For now, you’ll share his body heat, cause that’s all this is. At least that’s what you tell yourself.
Come dawn you struggle to pull yourself out of your sleep. Normally you're a morning person, always springing out of bed and enjoying a little alone time before your boyfriend ex boyfriend woke up. However, today you just want to keep your eyes closed. It takes a moment to realize that Tobi never let you go the entire night. If anything he’s gripping you tighter. Why does he care about me so much? You’re just a stranger to him. So what is this need he has for you? Whatever it is, it’s starting to become addicting. You were skeptical yesterday but now that he’s holding you in his arms, you never want to leave.
What is happening to me?!
With the limited room you have, you twist in his arms and face outward, pushing your back into his chest and moulding your rear into the seat of his pants. You can’t bring your eyes to open but you can feel his physique. He’s toned, and strong, very strong. He also has a large chest, his pecs push against your shoulders with each slumbering breath. All around he’s much more fit than your ex. Thinking back to yesterday, the guy never stood a chance against Tobi.
It occurs to you that now would be your best chance to see his face but your eyes refuse to peel open. Instead, you enjoy the moment. The dark room hides you and your humanoid space heater as you cuddle the morning away. Sleep causes you to drift in and out. Eventually, you feel his grip on you tighten and then loosen up. He lifts his arm, almost as if he’s checking you to see if this is real before he pulls you against him more. Until now you hadn’t noticed the stiffness between your cheeks but now, your mind zeros in on what you assume to be his manhood. It's big. Bigger than what you're used to and it makes you nervous.
Tobi can feel your heart race in your chest and he kisses your head, knowing you’re awake.
“Good mornin’ Sweetie.” he mumbles, not even able to open his own eyes.
“Please stop calling me that.” you say with a yawn, “and good morning.”
“You sleep okay?”
“Once I warmed up, yeah.”
He responds with a hug, his pelvis absentmindedly pushing up into you. “Good” he whispers.
A rush of butterflies erupts just below your rib cage and your breath comes in short. He hums behind you and by gods if it doesn’t make you drool. Seriously, what’s wrong with me?
His hand slips between your legs and begins to play with your bud. You pull in a sharp gasp and twist in his arms. “Hmmm, she likes that, doesn’t she.”
You want to say no, you want to push him off but you just can’t, all you can do is moan and you hate yourself for it. “That’s what I thought. You’re starting to understand what I already know. You’re mine, Sweetie, plain and simple.”
Your shirt feels scratchy against your nipples, the peaks treacherously stiffen and drag against the fabric, making you even more sensitive and in need of release.
“Too bad we don’t have an audience for your first time becoming my little whore. Don’t worry though. Next time we’ll fix that.”
You’re too dazed and groggy to really register what he’s saying. All you can do is squirm and press into his hand, breathy moans spilling past your lips in a failed attempt to hide what you feel.
He lifts his head, his lips ghosting over your ear and kissing your cheek. You feel yourself getting hooked on him. His touch, his warmth, his mouth, you still haven’t seen his face but you want him, all of him.
Wiggling under his fingers and lips, you’re so well behaved for your captor. His hand slips under your shirt and you feel his long fingers close around your breast. The digits knead the fat till they find purchase of your nipple and bear down on it, squeezing till you brokenly inhale, the sound high pitched and beautiful. “...so beautiful” he mutters to himself. The hand cupping your core slips under your waistband and gently runs its middle finger along your center, tickling the bud he’d been teasing for several minutes. The butterflies keep swelling and you can't get them to stop. His pointer joins the middle and they trace the outline on your opening but they never slip inside. Why won’t he slip inside? You grind into his hand, dragging your folds over his knuckles trying to get him to enter but he won’t. He just continues to tease you.
“Tobiii” you whine.
“No, not yet.”
You weren’t sure what he meant but it made you mad all the same. He’s the one who started this and now he’s holding back? You try to pull away but he grips you tighter. “I’m not done touching you.” he scolds before dragging a large breath through his nose nested in your hair.
You’re addicting. Your scent makes him go dizzy with lust. A few more deep breaths and he releases you. Panting and adjusting your clothes, you shift over slightly.
Once your shirt and pants are straight again you look up to see the most handsome scar-torn face you’ve ever laid eyes on. He sees your eyes grow wide and reaches for his mask to cover up his horrifying mug.
“No!” you grab his wrist in your small hands. “Don’t, I want to see your face.”
“You’re afraid of me.”
“What? No, I , you’re-”
“Hideous, I know,” he says trying to overpower you.
“Not at all! You’re stunning. I didn’t know what to expect but I wasn’t expecting you to be so…handsome.” You blush at your own ludicrous statement. Why are you complimenting your kidnapper? Why were you begging him to finger fuck you just now?
I’ve gone insane. Truly, I have.
“I’m still wearing it in public.”
“S-sure?” As if you ever had a say in the matter.
“Also, I’ve been thinking about it and... I’m okay with you keeping your job.”
You nod, “That was never up for debate. I was always going to keep my job.
He smiles as your adorable sass and buries his face in your neck. “But we’re gonna to play hookie today and spend the day together. Got it?”
“That also wasn’t up for debate.” You whisper, feeling the pit of your stomach tip over an invisible edge and fall hopelessly in love with the man. Great. Just Great.
If Killua was the main protag of HxH I don't think I would like it as much because part of what's so good about HxH is the way Killua's role as a deuteragonist plays so SO well off of Gon's role as the protagonist. Even when Killua is the POV character (see: large chunks of chimera ant arc) there's still the sense that this story is about Gon finding his father and the events that happen because of that, and Killua's unending devotion to Gon and his own emotional struggles aren't the driving force of the narrative the same way Gon's are. Gon is the one with the goals, and Killua is the one FINDING a goal. When Killua DOES step properly into the protagonist role in the election arc, it's because he's spent so long LOOKING for his own goal and finally found it, and in saving Alluka he's finally going against his family, the same conflict that we saw entirely through Gon's eyes at the start of the series. Killua's character development directly ties to the role he plays in the story and that's SO COOL.
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hi!! idk if you're taking requests, but... I just read your Obito Uchiha with a hyperfeminine/girly girlfriend (very good btw!!) and was wondering if you could do the same with our assassin Illumi? thank you 💗
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this took me embarrassingly long to write so my apologies ): however I had a blast writing and I love loveeee illumi so much so thank you for the request 😚😚
When you first approached Illumi, it was mostly because you were enamored with his long hair. How does one keep it so neat and silky with not a single frizz in sight???
so naturally you complimented his beautiful hair and asked about his hair care routine, to which he just stared at you in complete silence.
because let’s face it, this man is probably not used to receiving oddly specific compliments or even compliments at all, so he’s just trying to process the entire interaction while you’re just eagerly standing there waiting on him to spill his secrets.
You likely even asked to touch his hair, which he is hesitant to oblige to at first since you could be an enemy for all he knows. He does however finally agree to it after studying you for a couple of minutes and deems you a harmless person.
I do believe Illumi has some sort of semi-structured haircare routine, but his genetics do most of the heavy lifting for him.
You get his number this way so he can give you the details of every product he uses, but you mostly wanted to chat with him.
After a while of texting back and forth (which is mainly just you because I think this man is low-key a dry texter even though he genuinely tries not to be), the two of you do start dating. He even adopts the habit of using cutesy and pink emojis (💞🌸🫧) in his texts just like you do.
He didn’t really understand why you would use such things at first, as it rarely added anything to the conversation.
Every time he picks you up for a date, he can’t help but stare in awe at you and the gorgeous lacy outfit you threw on together for him. His face is expressionless as usual, so you wouldn’t notice it, though.
I think Illumi would have his guard up during the beginning stages of your relationship out of instinct. a part of him kind of also believes that you’re sent by some third party to try and spy on him to gain valuable intel on the Zoldyck family.
He only relaxes when he senses that you’re someone who is genuinely into him and nothing more.
Illumi would definitely help do your hair if you need it and adjust any silk ribbons or small hair clips in your hair that are out of place.
HUGE ON GIVING YOU PRINCESS TREATMENT!!! GOES ABSOLUTELY CRAZY!!!
He remembers the scent of every sweet-smelling perfume you wear, and if he hears that you’re out of any, you’ll find a new bottle waiting for you within a couple of hours.
Although he likes seeing you strut in heels, he knows how much of a burden they could be on your feet after walking in them for far too long.
but no worries, he’ll just have to make one quick call to his butlers so you don’t even have to walk on those pretty feet at all!
doesn’t know much about flower bouquets, but he does attempt to make trips to flower shops often to try and purchase them. though once he learns your favorite assortment of flowers, the bigger the bouquet gets.
Illumi is naturally protective over his family and those closest to him, but due to your feminine appearance and nature, this side only intensifies even more.
So anyone who dares to look at you with even the slightest bit of malice will be handled with.
you can also bet that he’ll be waiting for you at most of your hair and nail appointments before you even get there.
He already knew your schedule after all, and why wouldn’t he go ahead and pay for everything in advance to make things easier for his princess??
would certainly take you shopping sometimes so you could buy whatever it is you wanted and he can also watch you try on a plethora of different dresses and skirts obviously wouldn't ever admit that he enjoys watching you dress up for him but he freaking doessss
really isn’t that affection outdoors but I think he’s much more of a softie when it’s just the two of you alone.
but he enjoys it when you would tug or grab on his huge bicep when you’re just going for a walk.
would enjoy whenever you would run your fingers through his hair slowly massaging his scalp while he laid on your lap. He hums quietly as you do so yet his eyes never leave yours.
likes it whenever you both would do skincare whilst wearing matching floral patterned pjs (and yes you would have to remind him to close his eyes when putting any serums on his face loll)
Also the collective shock on his family’s faces when he eventually introduces you to them is one for the books!! They’re all wondering the same exact thing—how someone like yourself manage to cross paths with their son.
- you probably caught his eye while he was out at a bar with Hisoka or by himself.
- his parents were pressuring him on getting married and starting a family so he sees you as the perfect person to do so with.
- he watches you closely for a couple weeks without anyone noticing and until he feels ready to approach you. He takes this time to learn more more about you so he can confirm that you’re the right person to help him carry on his family’s legacy.
- since he has a hunters license this allows him a way to figure you out quicker. It took him some time pulling up your info at first since he barely even knew your name.
- once it’s confirmed to him that he actually wants you, that’s when he finally goes out to make his move.
- I don’t think illumi is experienced in flirting or even talking to girls so it’s going to be very awkward and he’s well aware.
- He already knew what your interest were anyway so making conversation on that wasn’t going to be that hard.
- when the two of you finally do start dating, he’s going to make sure you’re well taken care of in every aspect of your life to where you start depending on him for everything.
- HUGE ON GIFT GIVING!!! Illumi will buy you anything that he hears you want or like. Even things he believes you would probably enjoy.
- not really affectionate but he does enjoy hand holding and whenever you would rest your head on his shoulder.
- would certainly let you dress him on most occasions since he would love to adopt his SO’s personal style.
- I do believe he’s the type to be sort of closed off and not share much about his feelings even if he knows you will be there to listen and comfort him.
- He was raised to be an assassin from a young age where he wasn’t allowed to make any friends so it would likely stem from that.
- but if there is a chance where he does end up opening up to you, he would probably omit so much information out of fear that it would likely traumatize you or have you see him as a monster.
- would destroy and absolutely ruin anyone that harms or even thinks about messing with you.
- he would likely hold off on introducing you to his parents until he’s officially ready for marriage where he makes you a zoldyck.
synopsis: reader somehow ends up prying a love confession from gray fullbuster
彡 word count: 2k
notes: MAINLY FLUFF!! implied friends to lovers with slight...angst?? wrote this randomly because I’m getting back into fairytail and reminded of him again :)
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the weather today had descended as a gift, abruptly following several days of consistently cruel and unpredictable temperatures. it wasn’t too hot, nor was it all that cold—somewhere perfectly right in the middle.
but most importantly, the air had been crisp.
as for you, you had started dabbling in the art of jewelry making within the past month, which quickly began occupying most of your free time. it kept you busy during times when there weren’t any missions to take on, and you loved that about it.
initially, you picked out all of the supplies at miscellaneous shops yourself, not thinking much about your selections as you were first starting out. some of the beads you even recycled from old pieces of fabric that you were planning on getting rid of.
at first, you were only making them for yourself, which slowly extended to close friends. however, not once did you think about selling them for a profit.
not until lucy had brought it up, and after some convincing, here you were—sitting at your very own small booth in the heart of magnolia, where other businesses were located, your handmade pieces displayed in front of you.
you were apprehensive at first, of course, afraid that nobody would stop to approach your table. that you were out of your mind and this whole thing had been for nothing.
and that’s exactly why you recruited natsu, happy, and lucy, whose jobs were to reel in potential customers by handing out flyers.
mira had also overheard your conversation back at the guild and kindly offered to stay back with you at the booth if you needed an extra hand or just a boost in confidence, to which you happily accepted. you honestly couldn’t have ever asked for a better group of friends.
to your surprise, it only took about two hours for the table to almost clear out. you were over the moon, in utter disbelief that people were actually willing to buy from you—stuff you created with your own two hands.
you couldn’t contain your smile. even the pieces you were hesitant to put out had completely sold out.
mira quickly took notice of your unconfined excitement and gave you a small pat on the back. “seems like the citizens of magnolia also admire your beautiful work,” she praised, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she grinned. you remembered her gushing over the pair of earrings you surprised her with not too long ago.
you almost fell over as you rushed to pull her in for a hug, feeling the vibrations of her laugh as she leaned her head into your shoulder.
“thanks, mira, but I honestly don’t think this would’ve happened without your help,” you said, and you meant every word. mira was the main one to take charge during transactions, flawlessly handling the many bargains that had come up while making absolute sure that you weren’t getting lowballed for your hard work.
and she handled it like a pro. your eyes darted back and forth in awe. it was like you were in the front seat for an olympic sport of some sort, and if you were one to judge, then her team was minutes away from taking home gold.
you suddenly let out a sigh of—was it relief?—that you didn’t know you were holding. and that’s when your eyes found themselves locked on the last necklace left to sell.
you knew you felt it, without a doubt, as you stared at the small blue beads—your heart skipping a beat.
it was one of the first pieces you crafted when you finally shifted over from exclusively making bracelets. the one you made for gray but never got around to giving it to him for reasons unknown.
for some odd reason, it ended up being mixed in with the ones you did want to sell. you weren’t sure how it got there, yet here it was—the last one remaining. had it been by total coincidence, or perhaps fate?
mira peered over at you, who was now hunched over, fingers tracing the circular shape that formed the silver pendant at its center.
the sun illuminated its rays on the beads, transforming the ocean blue color into a slightly crystal one. the necklace was absolutely stunning, jaw-dropping, without a doubt, and she certainly knew it was going to sell in the next couple of minutes.
“mira,” you murmured, “I think it’s time to get ready to leave.” your eyes never left the necklace. “I’ll get everything packed up to go. you just let the others know that we’re all set here.”
mira furrowed her brows in confusion, opening her mouth to obviously question you about the remaining piece of jewelry.
that was until a familiar husky voice took over, drawing closer and closer, cutting her off before she could let out her concerns.
it was gray, of course, the one person you just so happened to be thinking about.
“didn’t expect to run into the two of you out here,” he smirks, briefly pausing to likely read the sign you had set up, his dark eyes ascending to take in your writing.
he then looked down at the single necklace left over, the one that was sort of, in a way, his. a small grin slowly emerged on his face as he lowered his eyes to you.
“last sale left, eh?” he says, never breaking eye contact. it was like he was waiting for you to confirm something, although it seemed like the answer couldn’t have been made more apparent.
you felt a sudden rush of heat travel upwards from the base of your neck, the words somehow lost, stuck inside your throat, like they always were with him around.
god, you hated this embarrassing hold he always had over you. it was incredibly infuriating how you could barely even think straight when he was near, and you hated every single bit of it.
luckily for you, your attraction towards him and his innate ability to make an absolute mess out of you at any given time always seemed to fly under his radar.
his gaze fell back on the necklace before finally picking it up, examining it. a comfortable silence enveloped you.
he delicately traced the rim of the pendant with his thumb, his expression softening with each passing second.
“this is beautiful,” he finally said, his voice low yet sincere. “I didn’t know you were into jewelry making.”
“she has been, though it took her some time to start selling it,” mira beamed, full of enthusiasm and encouragement. you felt your cheeks flush at her words.
“y/n even made one just as beautiful for my birthday,” she continued her praises. “she's got an eye for design and detail that’s truly impressive.”
as you were about to speak, you could’ve sworn you caught a flash of what appeared to be... jealousy?
could he possibly be jealous of mira?
no, no. you must be seeing things wrong. or at least your interpretation might’ve been off.
you shook your head slightly, trying to clear your thoughts, but the lingering look on gray’s face had left you bothered.
“thanks, mira,” you said, forcing a smile. “but it’s really just a hobby. I’m still learning.”
“you know—” gray chimed in, his voice once again dropping to its familiar low pitch, although now filled with more hesitancy than ever.
“if you want, I can maybe model some pieces for you... you know, for like advertising or whatever.”
you didn’t know it was entirely possible to see gray—who was often calm and indifferent—act so... shy. and it was this quick shift in demeanor that kicked in the irresistible urge to take charge and maybe—
test something out.
“hmm...” you tilted your head, squinting your eyes to get a better look at him. he was absolutely breathtaking, without a doubt, although the faint red hue of his cheeks made you fall harder as they started to deepen.
you pranced over from behind the stand before stopping in front of him. his breathing ran shallow as you continued your intense gaze, now targeting his neck.
and oddly enough, he wasn't wearing his usual necklace, which only brought forth another idea.
you reached forward to take back the necklace, both your fingers slightly brushing in the process. a jolt of electricity coursed through you, and judging by gray's reaction—the way his breath hitched and his eyes widened—you just knew he felt it too.
you moved to stand behind him, unclasping the necklace before bringing your hands to his neck to position it carefully.
you purposely slid your cold fingers across his peeking collarbones, and he felt goosebumps emerge as your breath danced across the skin of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
it was an oddly intense feeling. had he always felt like this with you?
your fingers lingered there for a moment before you stepped back for a nice look.
the necklace glimmered against his skin, and you couldn't help but smile. he somehow managed to look twice as dreamy as he did when you imagined him wearing it.
“oh wow,” you murmured, your heart fluttering at the thought. but you couldn’t help it.
i mean, how could you when the light blue beads provided a beautiful contrast to his dark blue eyes and hair, enhancing his sharp features in a way that made you feel…breathless?
Mira quickly takes notice to the longing glances between you both, before grinning knowingly, slowly leaving the booth to give you both some alone time.
gray almost quickly caught your gaze, the way your eyes were now lidded and your soft lips were apart in awe. and no, you weren't looking at the necklace. you were staring at him.
he felt his heart start to grow warm and his mind hazy, the world around you fading into a soft blur.
“you know,” you began, letting out a small sigh, “I actually have something I wanted to confess.”
now it was your turn to feel your heartbeat quicken when his gaze fell back on you, eager and curious to hear what you had to say.
“that necklace was actually supposed to be for you.” it finally slipped from your lips, and much to your surprise—you see him frown.
"hey! I thought you liked the necklace." you fold your arms, "you even called it beautiful."
gray quickly scrambles, profusely waving his hands in the air. "No, I didn't mean it like that at all. the necklace is beautiful and I really do love it."
"well it seems to me you don't seem too happy about my confession." your lips form into a pout to which he had to restrain himself from the urge to reach over to squish your cute cheeks.
his shoulders drop, and he runs another tense hand through his dark hair, "its just—I wasn't expecting that. Or at least for you to say that."
you can tell that he was certainly holding back on something. and maybe you knew what exactly it was but just wanted for him to be the one to say it.
so you take another step towards him.
"well what were you expecting if not that?" you furrow your brow, gently, but surely, egging him on.
his teeth catch between his bottom lip, rolling it. feeling his heart pace at a rate where it feels as its gonna burst as you both lock eyes.
“honestly? I thought maybe you’d confess something… more personal." his reaches out, his hands finding yours, warmth radiating from your touch. "like your feelings."
it was as you expected though your breath still hitches at his words, the weight of the moment crashing over you.
“you really thought that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
gray nods, his gaze unrelenting. “Yeah, I did. I’ve been hoping for a long time that you felt something for me too.”
your heart swells at his admission, and you can feel that spark once again brewing.
“I do, Gray. I’ve been so scared to say it, but… I really like you.”
a smile breaks across his face, and it’s like the tension in the air shifts, replaced by a warmth that envelops you both.
“I’m so glad to hear you say that,” he replies, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
“I was worried it was just me.”
"I did as well." you laugh, "and I-"
then on a whim, he rushes to pull you into hug, your face now rested against his chest to where you can hear, even feel, the strum of heartbeat. you feel at ease as you inhale the strong scent of his fresh cologne that usually lingered the air when he passed by.
as he pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, the world around you seems to fade into the background. the intensity of the moment holds you both captive, and his gaze drops to your lips.
you can see the desire simmering in his dark eyes, inviting you to push even further.
“gray,” you breathe, feeling your own rush of desire start to bubble, before abruptly snapping in half. you peer up at him with doe eyes before your hands find themselves tugging greedily on his shirt collar.
“please just—kiss me."
and just like that, without a second thought, he leans in, closing the excruciating distance.
his lips meet yours softly at first, testing the waters, as if he’s afraid that you’ll suddenly have a change of mind, which in fact, isn’t possible. the moment is electric, and you find yourself leaning into him, deepening the kiss.
as you took control and reeled him in closer, he forces down the low groan pushing its way past his lips.
the warmth continues to spread throughout both your bodies, igniting a fire that you’d both been holding back for far too long.
after some time, he finally pulls away making you whine from the loss of contact. he laughs and leans back for a brief kiss. he plants another on the tip of your nose.
when he pulls his head back, he takes a longing look at you, his hands never once leaving your back. your lips were now swollen and slightly parted, your brows bunched together, while your eyes had been swimming with nothing but desperation and need.
he wouldn’t admit it, ever, but it felt like an ego boost. having you looking up at him especially like that.
“if you wanted to kiss me that badly then I would’ve given in much sooner.” he smirks when you gasp at his remark, just like he wanted.
“let’s not act like you didn’t want to kiss me as well.” you perk up a brow, “you were the one to confess to me.”
and once again, your lips reconnect, and conversation is lost, while the whole world is tuned out once again.
Very slight nsfw mention in red but mainly just fluff <3
barely proofread so pls bear with me
During the beginning stages of your relationship, he might feel slightly intimidated since you’re all dressed up so prettily while he’s just wearing whatever he threw together last minute.
So a part of him feels a tad bit insecure about being with you and thinks you deserve someone who puts more effort into their outer appearance ):
dont worry though because this quickly goes away after a couple weeks of being with you and he notices that you genuinely find him attractive just as he is.
I feel like he’s the type to comment on you looking different when he sees you without makeup for the first time without thinking about it.
I don’t think he could pinpoint exactly why you look different just that you do. You could literally be wearing very light makeup one day yet this utterly confused man will stare at you like 🤔 🤨 for a good couple seconds.
absolutely doesn’t mean this in a negative way at all!! He’s just used to seeing you dolled up all the time (this also changes the more you ease into your relationship and he’s used to see your bare face though he thinks you’re still the most gorgeous girl ever either way.)
big on compliments!!! He’ll gush over your cute flowy outfits, different pieces of jewelry, and lovely hairstyles especially if you wear them with those little ribbons or bows he’s such a hugeeee sucker for.
“there’s my pretty princess” “my beautiful girl”
couldn’t care less about how cheesy he sounds or whoever ends up overhearing him. I mean why should he be afraid of showering his beautiful girl with praises?
sorry but this man will definitely kiss you on the lips and look at you like “😕🫤” when he notices that the color that was on your lips is now barely visible.
Cannot resist your lips when the gloss you’re wearing smells and TASTES exactly like freshly baked cookies. If he’s feeling extra touch starved that day like say he’s been away on a mission for a long period then he might even start to suck on your bottom lip when he finally gets to kiss you again.
If you’re a frequent perfume wearer then he would easily pick up your scent and know when you’re nearby so don’t even try to surprise him!
often pays for your nail and hair appointments then sits right by you to observe like a curious and excited puppy.
please make him feel included and let this man pick out your nail color!! Or at least let him select the cute charms to add on each nail HE WILL BE THE HAPPIEST MAN ALIVE.
during sexy time, if you slip in a comment about the nail color he chose matching the tip of his cock he’s gonna explode.
poor boy might even take it as you accusing him of selecting that specific shade of pink with an hidden agenda in mind and will try to explain himself though unfortunately ends up sounding like a complete blabbering mess.
BUT it’s not his fault when your hands are perfectly wrapped around his yk while your thumb is just barely grazing the head and you’re looking over at him like an innocent little bunny waiting on an explanation.
He’s just so flustered and adorable when you tease him like this so you just couldn’t help yourself sorry baby.
finds wearing heels to be so impractical when there are a variety of other shoes you could choose from that are a million times more comfortable??? The heel is just raised too high and he’s afraid you might accidentally trip or twist your ankle one day.
will offer to carry or give you a piggyback ride if your feet ends up hurting after a long day. If your feet are still sore when you get home or you get blisters then he will certainly ask or maybe demand hehe to massage your feet with oil.
Obi is the type of idiot (affectionately) that will agree to holding your purse BUT will awkwardly hold it by the tip of its strap bc he’s a little shy and embarrassed lol.
when you guys do go out for dinner, obito will not mind if you need to excuse yourself to the restroom to touch up your makeup or just freshen up.
However, he will sometimes start to get all pouty and upset since you’re leaving him all alone at the table even if it’s for a short period. Sorry he can be such a clingy guy sometimes who genuinely can’t be away from you but what can he do when your presence is so so comforting to him ):
will scold you and complain if you’re wearing a short skirt or dress on a particularly cold or rainy day and doesn’t care if you’ve paired it with tights to keep you warm.
if he has a jacket or anything he can easily slip off and quickly wrap around you then he will do so to make sure you won’t catch a cold. And dont even bother trying to argue or resist because he will NOT listen and you will be snuggled up in his coat.
will not care even if that means he’ll be the unfortunate one to catch a cold.
A part of me believes that he strangely looks forward to getting sick bc he secretly enjoys when you nurse him back to health.
Will even insist that he still feels a bit under the weather even when he’s better just so you can coddle him a little longer.
this man literally falls asleep SO quick in your pink princessy room under the warmth of your floral patterned covers while surrounded by adorable little plushies. Might end up snuggling with the one closest to him in the middle of his sleep without realizing.
It was obvious to just about anyone that you were his favorite sibling (aside from Alluka), and he liked how you’re easy to talk to and don’t obsess over adhering to the assassin lifestyle.
He comes to you for advice almost all the time since you’re the main (if not only) one he finds comfortable opening up to.
You comb your fingers through his silver hair, attentively listening to his concerns and worries, making sure he fully knows that he always has your unwavering support.
You even supported his decision in venturing out on his own and making friends seeing it as a necessary component for his emotional development and overall well-being. Unfortunately, you were the only one out of the entire family to think so.
If you were into dressing up then he would come to you for outfit ideas since he admired your sense of style. I could imagine you both going shopping and picking out some clothing staples then getting food right after.
Killua has probably introduced you to gon at one point and you thought their relationship was so wholesome (you definitely playfully teased him about it and could’ve sworn to have seen him blush as he looked away and called you annoying).
If you haven’t mastered nen yet, then Killua is more than willing to offer help, even though he thinks he isn’t the most qualified to teach you.
You did everything you could to try and get Killua out of his punishments, even if that meant being subjected to harsh punishments of your own.
He would feel guilty whenever you would face the consequences for helping him but you could genuinely tell that he appreciated your efforts.
“Shit!” You groaned in pain as Killua applied yet another layer of antibacterial ointment to another wound, the slight pressure of the application causing it to sting really badly.
“Only a couple more left.” He reassures, "idiot,” he mutters under his breath as he continues to carefully dress your cuts, making sure you don’t get up until every last one of them is properly tended to.
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