Hii , so Uhm I had this idea where I (the reader ) had a secret yt channel and illumi knew about it and didn’t get to invested in it and the viewers asked (reader) to prank Illumi by ignoring him while he came back from one of his particularly long missions ?? please and thank youu
for your viewing pleasure (illumi x reader)
description: you had intended to keep your YouTube channel a secret from your boyfriend, although your viewers had other plans once they accidentally caught sight of him on one of your lives. now they’ve asked you to prank him…
authors note: decided to get back into writing using the asks that have been sitting in my inbox for literal years. absolutely loved this idea tho so i ran with it lol 🥹 i love this prompt sm 😙
warnings: none other very slightly (?) ooc illumi, and the mention of murder and blood
word count: 1.4k
It had been a few years since you had started your YouTube channel in secret. At first, you were embarrassed to tell Illumi that this was how you chose to spend your time while he was out assassinating people. All normal things that were to be expected in your relationship with him. It took a while, but eventually you had grown quite successful, gaining a few million subscribers who enjoyed your ridiculous antics and ramblings.
At first, you had avoided telling your following of your boyfriend, and you certainly were forbidden of mentioning his profession. You didn’t know how people would react to his being a high profile assassin, although you figured there would be some who had the same opinion as you. Regardless, you kept him a secret from your followers much like how you kept the channel a secret from Illumi. Naturally, you had your suspicions that he knew, he seemed to know everything and there were only so many places you could hide a camera, a tripod, and a massive ring light. Still, you kept it quiet, and so Illumi didn’t ask. That was something sacred in your relationship. If you wanted to keep something to yourself, the other wouldn’t pry. Of course this had limitations, something big and serious could not be kept quiet, but for the small and harmless hobbies, you had enough respect for each other to trust that you would tell when you were ready.
So, that left you in the situation you were now in. You had been doing a live one evening as you got ready for a friend’s party that you had been invited to. You had been talking to your followers about videos you had planned and what videos they wanted to see from you in the future. The topic of relationships came up, and your viewers went wild with ideas: couples Q+A, they could do your makeup, you could do their makeup, pranks. The list went on and on. It was all harmless suggestions, and then you were asked the question of if you were, in fact, in a relationship. Your viewers went crazy when you didn’t deny it, eventually admitting that you had a long-term boyfriend. They wanted to know every detail: how long you had been together, what was his name, how did you meet, what did he look like? You, barely suppressing a smile, answered the innocent questions, but refrained from saying anything identifying. You wanted to respect his privacy, and so you did your best.
That, however, got thrown out of the window when Illumi, who had just arrived back at your shared home, stepped into your bedroom, and your viewers got a perfect view of his face. You were just relieved that he wasn’t covered in blood like he was on some occasions.
You didn’t have time to read the comments before you hurriedly said goodbye and ended the live. The viewers barely had a few seconds but you knew it would be enough for news of your boyfriend to spread. You could only hope it wouldn’t be damaging to him, his reputation, or to your career. You dreaded to think of the backlash if people found out that you were dating the Illumi Zoldyck. His family was famous, after all.
Quickly shutting off your phone, you whirled to face Illumi, a sheepish smile working its way onto your face. “Sorry, that call went on for longer than expected.“
Illumi looked as if he didn’t believe you, the barest hint of amusement crossing his otherwise still features, but he merely nodded. “Okay.“
“I missed you.“ You quickly crossed the room to him, pulling him into a tight hug. His hands slowly came up to rest gently against your back, a massive improvement from when you first met; Illumi would stand stock still with his arms glued to his sides. You had since trained him to reciprocate a hug.
“Did you?“
“Very much.“ You went in for a kiss, smiling now that you had him back for the time being. Illumi being away so often was not amazing, but if it meant that he came home to you, then you didn’t mind one bit.
And that was the end of that, or so you thought. The next day, screenshots of your live were circulating your fan base on social media, Illumi’s face a hot topic amidst your followers. Some thought he looked lifeless and creepy, though the majority found him wildly beautiful. While you agreed with the latter, you still would’ve fathered to keep his identity a secret. It didn’t take long for some particularly skilled followers of yours to identify him and, to your utter shock, most found his profession somewhat hot, with a lot of comments beginning with “Hear me out…“. You had even laughed at some of them, a weight you didn’t know you had been carrying was suddenly lifted from your shoulders, and you felt excited.
So, when you were given the idea to prank him for a video, you couldn’t deny the idea was tempting. You definitely didn’t want to do anything cruel, or make fun of him, just something harmless. A viewer suggested ignoring him for as long as possible when he returned from his next “undertaking“ and the plan was set in motion.
Only, Illumi had been gone for a lot longer than usual. What had once been one week away had somehow turned into three, and you were feeling every bit of it. You missed him like crazy. Despite knowing that Illumi was very capable, his disappearance had worried you. Was he okay? Where was he? Was he alive?
It was nearing week four by the time you had received a long overdue text from Illumi saying that he was almost home, and as much as you wanted to greet him like normal and make up for lost time, you didn’t know when you would get another chance to film the one video with Illumi that you had promised and planned for. You were too excited about it to give it up entirely. Your priorities were screwed.
You already had the cameras recording by the time the front door opened. Your heart was racing as you heard Illumi approach and it was a struggle to remain straight faced as you pretended he had not just stepped into the room as you scrolled through your phone from the place on the couch. You knew it would be impossible to pretend as though he didn't exist, so you settled for a neutral and muted action instead.
“I’m back.“ He announced after a few beats of silence, unused to you not rushing to meet him. He didn’t know why you hadn’t yet thrown yourself around him and if he had the capacity to, he would’ve been unnerved by your behaviour. “Y/n?“
"Hello, Illumi." You greeted, not looking away from your phone. You could feel his minuscule tenseness in the air, his hesitation in not knowing what to do next now that his time was not occupied by you and your kisses. "You were gone for a while."
"The target moved a lot."
"Huh." You ended the conversation, saved by a phone call that came at just the right time.
As you spoke to your friend, you could see Illumi linger in your peripheral vision. He was leaning against the wall, arms folded as he openly stared at you, almost daring you to remember what you had forgotten from your regular greeting. Only, you held true to your prank, going back to your phone once you hung up.
A beat of silence. "Y/n."
"Hm?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm sitting."
"Why is there a camera pointed at us?"
Shit. "I must've left it there accidentally."
"Does this have anything to do with your viewers asking you to prank me?"
You shot up, eyes wide and not even attempting to smother your surprise. "How do you know about that?"
Illumi approached you, backing you against the nearest wall until you were flush against it, looking up at him as his arms braced the wall around you, making a cage of his body. "Is this what they wanted?"
Your body ran hot and prickly. "I think so."
"Hm." He hummed, eyes almost hypnotising you. "Seeing as I did it, will you welcome me home like you normally do?"
"Yes."
"Okay then."
You reached up, twining your fingers through his long, silky hair as you wrapped yourself around him. Your lips met his hungrily and you couldn't help but grin. Your viewers were going to love this.
Im new to your blog and omggg you're crewel headcanons are giving me brainrot bc my love for that man has been reignited. Ugh married life with crewel is so 😫 whenever he talks abt you in public, he loudly emphasizes and calls you his spouse bc he likes the way it sounds and whenever he's anxious for whatever reason, he would touch his wedding ring (discreetly ofc he a bad b) to calm himself down bc u are his comfort and then family life w crewel is also 😍 most people would expect that he would be the type that after years of marriage and with kids, he'd grow a bit jaded or distant from his spouse but nooo in like 20 or 40 years he still looks at u the same way he looked at you when you were still newlyweds or when you guys were still courting. Hes so in love
okay not me getting to this multiple years later but crewel has never been far from my mind 🥴
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crewel is obsessed with letting everyone know that you are his and he belongs to you (he wears his status of taken as a badge of honour tbh he’s like yup i belong to someone, they love me, i get railed on the regular 😎)
100% makes sure everyone can hear him when he talks about how amazing you are and how happy he is (he just wants everyone jealous of him tbh)
omgomg yes i love that, when he is anxious the thought of you and the comfort the ring on his finger (18k gold and diamonds ofc he’s not a broke ass b) brings him is like no other
he is happiest when he is with you and just the knowledge that you are there for him whenever he needs and that he can come to you with anything and you’ll always be there to suport, listen, and cherish him fills him with such happiness he could laugh if he thinks about it for to long
has, on occasion, been caught laughing and smiling to himself by his students
they called him out on it
he lectured them on the importance of minding their own business (but secretly was happy but shhhh they don’t need to know that 🤫)
you both could be 101 years old (see what i did there?) and he would still look at you like you were both 20 and meeting for the first time (he was yours long before you made it official)
bc lets be real, i feel like crewel would be obsessed with you from the first time you met
he has always know what he’s wanted, and the moment he wanted you he was damned if you weren’t getting married
he had set his sights on you and it was game over tbh
he never believed it would be possible that after so many years, with kids and the trails and tribulations of marriage that he could still feel for you what he felt from day one, but he does and he knows he always will
crewel adores the family you have both created, he loved raising your children and seeing both of your features mixed in your offspring, it brings him a certain type of parental joy that he could not put into words if he tried
to know that you have children together, little humans that share your dna, nothing makes him happier (aside from creating a wardrobe for the children, because you know they will be the most dripped out kids in the playground 😎 stylin on em hoes)
he’s also very protective of his family, and will loudly boast about it when he thinks that people have forgotten how much better his family is to theirs
description: after disappearing for a while and shutting out everyone in your life, your best friends make it their mission to get you back
authors note: okay so this is purely self indulgent because i've had the year from hell (2025 was just the worst) and i missed hisoka and illumi like i would miss a limb so don't judge me >.< it feels so good to be back tho
warnings: none save for a smidge of angst
word count: 1.1k (not proofread lol)
It had been quite a rough year for you. A relentless shitstorm of one problem after another. Needless to say, you were exhausted. As a result of said shitstorm that had been your life recently, you had unfortunately pulled away from the two you perhaps needed the most. Illumi and Hisoka had tried to contact you, had even tried to break into your apartment, but you had always conveniently been away on some work related mission. You don’t know why you had pulled away from your best friends, the reason being lost to you. You just knew that nothing had made sense over the past year, and you didn’t have the capacity to be the person they had grown accustomed to. Little did you know, Hisoka and Illumi couldn’t care less about how you felt like you could not live up to their memory of you, they only cared about you. Granted, it was a twisted kind of care, and most certainly not normal, but you belonged to them, much like they belonged to you. You were y/n, Hisoka, and Illumi. You were unstoppable, ridiculous, legendary. You were the dream team, and you had forgotten that.
Luckily, unbeknownst to you, Hisoka and Illumi planned on reminding you. It was Hisoka’s idea, to track you down and confront you. They found it easy to find you, but once they realised that you were not your usual self (and they realised it very quickly), they altered their approach slightly. The original plan was to kidnap you, but that wouldn’t be well received, and Hisoka made the good point of wanting to win you back, not push you further away. So, they figured out that you had been renting another apartment on the other side of town, presumably to avoid them. It was really to avoid everyone.
Gaining access to this new apartment was as easy as a walk in the park for the two men, both strolling into your new one room hovel.
“My, my. This is a far cry from her real apartment.” Hisoka commented into the empty space, cat-like eyes scanning the combined living room, kitchen and bedroom area.
Illumi sniffed the air. “Is she undertaking personal training?”
“More like personal torture.” Hisoka corrected. “It seems our dear y/n is in much need of our help.”
You, completely unaware of what you were about to step into, entered your new apartment building with a sigh. This side of town was much cheaper than where you usually resided, and the strong stench of urine reminded you of that fact as you stepped into the elevator and hit the button for your floor. You didn’t know why you decided to rent here when you had a perfectly good apartment that you owned but, at the same time, you knew exactly why. You wanted to avoid certain people, people you didn’t want to see you in the state you were in. How could you ever explain to them how you were feeling? How hard the past year has been for you? Would they care? Would they think you were weak?
You knew something was off the second you stepped foot onto your floor. For starters, the door was off of its hinges.
“Aw hell.” You groaned as you cautiously pushed it open, ignoring its unnatural creaking and wondering just how much the landlord was going to charge you. Although, your worries about the landlord were quickly cut short at the sight of the two men you were simultaneously desperate and anxious to see again.
Hisoka and Illumi were before you, the former sprawled on your couch with a magazine swinging dangerously from his loose grip, the latter statuesque by the window. Two sets of eyes fell on you, one quizzical and the other blank.
“Well, look who it is.” Hisoka drawled, unfurling from the couch and moving to stand, approaching your frozen form with the prowess of a skilled predator.
“What are you doing here?” Was all you could manage to say, eyes flicking from Hisoka to Illumi, an uncomfortable lump forming in your throat, making it almost impossible to speak.
“Could ask you the same question.” Hisoka hooked a finger under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Where have you been, hm?”
“Busy.” You stepped out of his grasp, pushing further into the room to deposit your bag on the table. Your fingers shook slightly, and you willed yourself to have better control of your body. Of course they would find you, you knew they would, but you still did not have a good enough excuse for them.
“Y/n?” Illumi called to you this time, and you almost broke from the sound of his voice. They were here, they came to see you. Did that mean they missed you? As much as you missed them? You knew this was your own doing, but a selfish part of you wanted them to miss you.
Fighting tears, you collapsed onto your couch, pressing your palms into your eyes to keep the tears there. You couldn’t cry in front of them, another reason why you had pulled away seeing as you had done nothing but cry throughout the year.
You felt movement around you, followed by the sensation of the couch dipping to your left. Cold fingers clasped around your wrists and gently, more gently than you could ever expect from an assassin, wrenched your hands away from your face. Illumi’s fathomless eyes bore into yours, and you were transfixed by them. You had almost forgotten how beautiful he was, how his skin felt against yours, how much your heart ached when you looked at him. Everything came flooding back, and it took everything in you to not throw your arms around him.
“Don’t do that again.” Illumi chided, his voice as joyfully deadpan as ever. He didn’t need to ask where you had been, he could see that you had your reasons to withdraw yourself, and he was only asking that next time you remain by his side.
Hisoka then moved to sit on your right side, one arm snaking over your shoulders to pull you into his side. Your head fit perfectly into the crook of his neck, exactly like it did in the past, and you could no longer fight the tears as they slipped out and leaked through the magician’s ridiculous clothing. “My dear, y/n. How silly you are running away from me, from us.”
“You found me again.”
“We will always find you.” Hisoka promised, and you couldn’t tell whether it was a comforting or threatening one. His arm squeezed you tighter, and you decided that you didn’t care. “Welcome back, y/n.”
“I missed you both.” You whispered, turning your head slightly to seek Illumi’s gaze. You reached out your hand to him, and was mildly surprised to note that he didn’t hesitate to clasp your hand with his own. “So much.”
“Don’t do it again.” Illumi repeated, and you understood the meaning behind his words much better this time. Illumi missed you too, and he was asking you not to leave him. You couldn’t imagine a world where you could be persuaded to.
hey are you still active on tumblr? has everything been okay?
hello! i took a step back from anime for a while but i'm back now :) i had quite a hard time recently which is also why i wasn't able to write but it's getting better now and i'm ready for my comfort characters again 🤧
hiiii I just wanted to check in and i know you probably wont respond but i wanna say i love all your fics, and i'm so sad to see youre not posting anymore. I hope youre doing good (from one hisoka simp to another) and i'll always love rereading all your fics
hi hi! i actually stepped away from anime for a while, don't know why, i just fell out of it for some reason and it's taken me all of this time to get back into it 😭 i'm actually planning on posting on this blog again! not sure if you still read my fics or if you'll see this but thanks for your kind words and i'm super glad you enjoyed what i wrote
description: you, hisoka and illumi hit the mall in hopes of scoring the perfect christmas decorations...
authors note: posted a little later than i would've liked but here is part two! i'll somehow try to manage this series and asks at the same time...wish me luck...
warnings: destruction of property (minor)
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Since you had become friends with Illumi and Hisoka, you had been the designated driver. You had stupidly let Illumi drive you once, and that was a mistake you weren’t willing to repeat. You still vividly remember clinging onto the seatbelt as though your life had depended on it, and when that didn’t feel safe enough, eventually you had clung to Hisoka. A ridiculous arrangement really, Hisoka was safe under no circumstances.
So that led to you three now: you in the driver's seat, Illumi in the passengers, and Hisoka in the back, feet up on the divider that separated you from the Zoldyck assassin.
“So, tell me again, why are we en route to a place that is bound to be overrun with desperate shoppers?” Hisoka asked, nudging the gear stick with the heel of his shoe.
You swatted his foot back. “Remind you? This was your idea!”
“Not exactly.”
“Yes, because breaking into a shopping mall at the busiest time of year is a swell idea.”
“That’s why we break in at night.”
“While I am usually up for a bit of theft, dodging the law during Christmas time would give me a headache.” You sighed as you pulled into the queue of cars, every one of you trying to find an elusive parking space. “Illumi, can you find any available spaces?”
“Hmm, not that I can see.” He said as he scanned the area, pupil-less eyes seeing nothing of value. Illumi’s finger pressed against his lips as he thought before pointing upwards once he reached an idea. “We could drag a car out of a spot?”
“That’s not a bad shout.” You hummed thoughtfully, fingers tapping against the steering wheel.
It wasn’t a difficult task having Illumi knock a car aside while you slipped into the now available space. You just hoped that you would be back in time to avoid running into the poor owners of their now crumpled car.
“Bring your wallet?” Hisoka grinned at Illumi as your trio began walking towards the shops, and the Zoldyck didn’t bother to answer. It was then that you were swiftly reminded that you three were still wearing the matching ugly sweaters Hisoka had bought you as every head turned in your direction. You folded your arms and met their stares. Honestly! It wasn’t that peculiar this time of year.
Luckily, you had plenty of options for Christmas decorations, although you weren’t the only ones looking to decorate their homes. One too many times did someone bump into you as you were perusing, only to be ‘tripped’ by Hisoka who had ‘accidentally’ stuck his leg out a bit too far. Not that you cared, it made room within the aisles as people very quickly learned that they would have to get through the three of you if they wanted anything that you were looking at.
“Right, I have decided on a tree.” You announced to the boys, pointing towards the largest one on display. Your apartment was big enough thanks to your job, and hey, you weren’t paying.
Hisoka knew exactly what you were thinking, and a wicked glint appeared in his eye as he smirked and looked towards Illumi. “Y/n wants that one.”
“I heard.” Illumi hoisted the box containing your new tree up, carrying it effortlessly as you went back to choose the decorations. Hisoka and you spared no expense when shoving every bauble and tinsel within reach into the cart, themes be damned. A big tree required a lot of decorations, and that was something you both took to heart. A lot of lights was also a must; if it wasn’t a fire hazard, was it even a Christmas tree?
Throwing in a lot of festive home decor for good measure, along with the blanket and candles Hisoka had promised you, your Christmas decoration shopping had come to a successful end. Illumi didn’t even flinch when presented with the total, and your heart skipped a beat.
“Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?” You grinned as you began the walk back to your car to deposit the purchases before continuing. You still had groceries and presents to buy.
“Every day.” The eldest Zoldyck replied, voice betraying no hints of anything out of the ordinary.
“Countless times a day, in fact.” Hisoka chimed in, shoving the tree into the car before stepping aside to allow you to load the decorations.
“I can’t help it, Illumi is the one for me.”
“What about me?”
“You’re the only pain in my ass that I tolerate.”
“My heart won’t be still at your words.”
Locking your car once more, you then went into the supermarket, hoping to find enough food to feed your two giant friends for the month. You had been grocery shopping with the two before in the past, and it more often than not ended in a petty argument between you and Hisoka over frivolous things; the last one being over the colour of fish meat. Illumi had quietly finished your grocery shop just as you knocked Hisoka to the ground, resulting in the two of you being kicked out. A small misunderstanding.
“Right, I want to make this quick, we still have presents to buy and I don’t want any frozen food defrosting before I can bring it home.” You briefed your friends as you grabbed a cart, thinking over everything you needed to buy.
“Shouldn’t we start with present shopping instead?” Illumi asked, head tilting slightly as he looked at you.
“I don’t trust this one not to sneak away to peek at the presents while we’re in here, so no.” You jabbed your thumb in Hisoka’s direction, knowing him too well.
“Fair point.” The Zoldyck agreed as you began piling food together.
Thankfully, food shopping took very little time as you knew exactly what you needed. In fact, queuing for the checkout took longer.
“I’m bored of this.” Hisoka complained after twenty minutes of waiting, checking his nonexistent watch. “I have things to do.”
“We all have things to do.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “If you’re that desperate, you can both leave and meet me later once you’ve finished present shopping.”
“Bye.” Hisoka was kind enough to bid farewell before he turned and sauntered away, looking for all the world as though he was going to cause all kinds of trouble. Illumi also left, leaving you alone to finish and bring the food to the car. It looked as though the owners of the crumpled car had not come back yet, and you briefly wondered if you would manage to finish your entire trip before they did.
Now, what were you to buy Illumi and Hisoka for Christmas? There wasn’t anything they particularly needed, and anything they wanted could not be bought. Perhaps you should have kept your house renovation a secret.
With no plan or direction in mind, you wandered through the various shops, looking for a single spark of inspiration. In the end, you could only find hair clips for Illumi and a g string for Hisoka. Sighing in defeat, you began the walk of shame back to your car.
Yeah, you would definitely need to think more about what to get them.
description: you had expected your december to be like any other the month of the year, except your two best friends have other plans in store...
authors note: here it is - day one of my mini christmas series! i hope you enjoy the random festive shenanigans that will be coming to you right up until december 25th!
warnings: just three friends being idiots
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It all started one morning early December. You had been sitting in your apartment, a cup of coffee in one hand as you watched the snow fall over your city. It was rather mesmerising to see the delicate flakes twirl to the ground in shimmering white flurries. It gave you a welcome sense of peace and calmness, something you sorely lacked within your life.
Then, the root cause of your lack of peace burst through the front door.
“Tis the season to be malicious!” Hisoka grinned as he stalked into your apartment as though he owned it, Illumi following close behind.
“It’s merry not malicious, you dunce.” So much for feeling calm.
“Potato, tomato.” The magician looked around, tutting. “It seems as though you aren’t very festive, there is a severe lack of decorations.”
“I haven’t had the time, plus it’s only the beginning of December.” You reminded him, glancing between your two best friends. “Usually I wouldn’t wonder why you have randomly walked into my apartment, but why are you carrying bags?”
“We’re staying until after New Years.” Illumi said plainly, his voice light and absentmindedly joyful like it always was.
“You’re what?” You spluttered, eyes widening and mouth falling open in your shock.
Hisoka’s expression was practically evil. “Oh my, did I forget to mention?”
“Evidently!”
“Well, now you know.”
“May I inquire as to why you both have decided to take residence in my apartment?”
“We can’t possibly leave you all by your lonesome again this year, now can we?”
“You visited me impromptu last year.”
“But only on Christmas Day.” Hisoka smiled as he approached, tilting your chin to face him. “Now, you get a whole month with us.”
“What about you?” Batting your friend away, you folded your arms as you turned to Illumi, eyebrows raised as you waited for his excuse.
“I don’t have many jobs this time of year.”
“I suppose the festive spirit prevents the need for murder.” You sighed, knowing you wouldn’t be able to fight them on this. Besides, it wasn’t as though this was an unwelcome surprise. In fact, it might be nice. “Fine, you can stay.”
“That’s more like it.” Hisoka sat down, making himself comfortable. Illumi joined you by the window; you had noticed that he seemed to like the window whenever he visited, it did have a fantastic view. “Now, we have a few problems.”
“Between us? I’d say we have more problems than the world combined.”
“Very true, but those aren’t the kind of problems I’m referring to.”
“Do enlighten me.”
“The first is a matter of sleeping arrangements.” Hisoka drawled, looking as though he had thought this visit through carefully. “You only have one spare room.”
“I’ll be renovating next year, seeing as you both practically live here it would be beneficial for you both to have your own rooms.” You shrugged, avoiding their gazes. “It’s not like I ever have any other guests.”
“I’m touched by your generosity.” The magician held a hand to his heart, or where it would be if he had one.
“Really?” Illumi asked, looking almost confused as to why you would go so far for them.
“Yes, though it won’t be as grand as your family estate.” You teased, throwing an arm around his waist. You were often quite physically affectionate with Illumi, and he allowed you to be so you abused that fact.
“A pity for our friend here, he won’t have the privilege of sharing your bed.” Hisoka winked at the Zoldyck assassin, referring to the fact that Illumi often slept in your bed whenever he stayed over rather than in the spare room. That was mostly your doing, but he never complained. You didn’t think he cared where he slept.
“He knows he is welcome to sleep wherever he chooses, and if that is my bed then lucky me.”
“Why don’t I get the same offer?”
“Because you take up too much space when you sleep.” You argued, ignoring the downturn of Hisoka’s lips. “What are the other problems?”
“Ah yes, there is a severe lack of decoration within your home, and that must be fixed.”
“I don’t have many decorations.” You tried to think of what you had in storage, and it wasn’t an exciting thought. “I don’t even think I have a tree.”
“We’ll have to go shopping.”
“With whose money?” You asked, and an understanding passed between both you and Hisoka as you turned to face the Zoldyck assassin.
“You want me to fund a shopping trip for Christmas decorations?” Illumi asked, very familiar with the pleading looks on his friends' faces.
“You’re the richest of us.” Came the argument that both you and Hisoka had crafted whenever someone needed to pay; this was thankfully not an often occurrence.
“I am apparently playing host to the two of you for the month, so I’ll need to get groceries on this shopping expedition too.” You sighed and rubbed your temples, thinking of the amount of work this would take. At this stage, your friends should just move in. Though you would worry for the state of your lovely apartment under the care of Hisoka. Illumi you could trust.
“Oh, and we’ll have to get presents.” Hisoka almost seemed like an excited child, and you were quite familiar with the gleam in his amber eyes.
“Anything else?” You asked sarcastically, now adding wrapping paper to your mental shopping list.
“Yes, Illumi get the bag.”
Illumi moved from your side to pick up a brown paper bag which he then handed to you. “This wasn’t my idea.”
You took a peek inside. “Clearly.”
Inside lay the ugliest Christmas jumpers you had ever seen in your life. Green, red and gold assaulted your senses, and you shuddered at the sight of the tinsel and baubles hanging from the wool.
“There’s one for each of us.” Hisoka stood, pulling out the offensive jumpers that you didn't want to put on your body.
“I think I can speak for both myself and Illumi when I say that we aren’t wearing those.” Illumi didn’t argue with you.
“Where is your festive spirit?”
“I thought you pride yourself on your fashion sense.”
“I do, these jumpers are perfect.”
“Please redefine your definition of perfect.”
“I’ll buy you new candles when we go shopping if you’ll wear it.”
“Add a blanket to that too and we have a deal.” You snatched the jumper out of his hands and put it on at the speed of light, grinning. You could never say no to new home decor.
Hisoka, knowing your weakness, matched your expression as he put on his matching jumper holding out the final one to Illumi.
“No.” The Zoldyck shook his head, looking as though he wouldn’t budge from his stance.
Hisoka handed the jumper to you, knowing that you were the best bet of getting Illumi on board. He rarely said no to you, after all.
“Please, Illu?” You asked, waving the jumper at him. “Don’t you want to match with me?”
“We will all match.” He countered, pointing at the magician who was currently wagging his fingers as though to hypnotise the assassin into wearing the ugly Christmas sweater.
“Ignore him, he’s just the third wheel.” Ignoring Hisoka’s protests, you took Illumi’s hand gently and passed the jumper into it.
“You are being convinced.” Hisoka whispered from behind, taking a different path of persuasion.
“Shut up, you’re not helping.” You hissed, already picturing your new candles and blanket. It was so worth it.
Slowly, Illumi put on the jumper, joining his idiotic friends in their shenanigans.
“Oh, I forgot to mention,” Hisoka began, sounding as though he didn’t forget and rather left out what he was out to say until the opportune moment. “They light up.”
if it's not too out there, could i request softdomme!reader restraining illumi and edging him with a vibe to try to get more of a reaction than usual out of him? break this man <3
gn or female reader is fine, up to you!
in search of perfection (sub!illumi x domme!reader)
description: you had seldom heard illumi moan, but those times you had, it was like music to your ears. now, you wanted to know what it was like when he screamed...
authors note: break him i shall, dearest anon, break him i shall <3
warnings: smut, domme/sub dynamic, edging, forced orgasms, mirror sex, smidge ooc illumi towards the end (?) this is definitely a hear me out moment as he would probably never do this but i truly just want to hear this man scream 🤧 is that so wrong?
word count: 1.5k
minors dni
requests are open! please read my rules!
You brought your mouth to Illumi’s just as he reached another climax, his fingers tightening around the restraints that bound him, a quiet grunt escaping his otherwise perfectly quiet demeanour.
“I love seeing you like this, Illumi.” You whispered to him, nibbling his earlobe. “The sight gives my heart a bit of a rush.”
“Why?” He got the words out through clenched teeth, still feeling the relentless whirr of the vibrator against his prostate.
“I have Illumi Zoldyck under my touch, orgasmming for me over and over, being oh so obedient.” You smiled sweetly, knowing your actions were anything but. “It really is quite beautiful.”
“I don’t see what is beautiful about it.”
“You are beautiful.” He seemed to freeze at your words, mouth forming the perfect ‘o’ shape. Lovingly brushing some hair out of his face, you kissed him again before stopping the vibrator, knowing that he was on the verge of reaching another climax.
“Y/n.”
“Yes?”
“Why?”
“For fun.” You grinned, stroking his cheek. It wasn’t time for him to know of your greater plan just yet. “You’ll be a good boy and obey, won’t you?”
Flipping the vibrator back on, you watched with delight when Illumi’s muscles strained and pulled, keeping as still as possible like you wanted. You knew he was more than strong enough to demolish any form of bonds, but that would result in your displeasure, and Illumi oddly loved to please. Illumi was also tough, and would never express what he was feeling, if anything at all. So, being the helpful person that you are, you took it upon yourself to coax whatever reactions out of him that you could. If that meant breaking him then so be it.
Sensing he was close again, you cruelly turned off the vibrator and stood.
“Where are you going?” He asked as you left him on the bed, heading towards the box where you kept your toys.
“Just here.” You replied with a smile, taking your time choosing what you would use to make Illumi moan. It was a rare phenomenon, but it could be done. You had heard the elusive sound a precious few times, and you were determined to hear it again.
Choosing your apparatus, you turned to him with a wicked glint in your eye, and Illumi knew that he would be here for a while.
It had been a couple of hours before Illumi showed promise. You had broken him down enough for his quiet grunts to turn into moans, and you couldn’t deny how beautiful he both sounded and looked. His long black hair spread around him like glossy tar, his toned and lithe body twitched and flexed with each sensation that rippled through him, a light flush dusted his cheeks as he gazed at you, fathomless eyes as heavy and pulling as a black hole.
“What more do you want?” He breathed, words hitching as your hand traced lightly over his sensitive skin. Despite being highly trained, he was only human.
“Scream for me, Illumi.” Your touch was as soft as a whisper, lovingly caressing his pale skin. “I want you to scream.”
“How are you going to do that?” Illumi’s question was little more than curious, albeit unintentionally condescending. He sounded as though that was an impossible task.
“With this.” You brought your hand to rest against the strap-on you would use to fill his hole, knowing he was the most unabashed when being pounded. “I think it’s high time you get filled, wouldn’t you agree?”
“What’s so special about that?” Illumi had never screamed before but, then again, he had never been made to feel this good before. He also couldn’t deny the want, which was a completely new feeling for him.
“What’s special is that,” You pointed towards the vibrator that was rapidly buzzing against his new erection. “Is staying on.”
“Oh.” He sighed, eyelids fluttering shut at your words. He was at the brink of some precipice, although he didn’t know what. This was further than you both had ever gone before, and he didn’t quite know the extent of pleasure you were subjecting him to. He had only been exposed to bodily pleasure after meeting you.
Settling between Illumi’s legs, something caught your eye from your peripheral vision. Turning to look at the mirror, a wicked idea formed in your mind. That was perfect.
Unfastening his restraints, you tilted his chin upwards to meet your gaze. “Get on the floor and face the mirror, I want you on your hands and knees.”
Illumi moved off of the bed to comply with your command, seemingly less fluid and graceful than he usually moved. You could tell he was tempted to tear the vibrator off of him, but you knew he was feeling too good to remove it. Only a man as strong as he was could withstand such sensitive and overbearing pleasure and find it enjoyable.
You watched as Illumi exposed himself to you, meeting your eyes through the reflection of the mirror. Oh, the sight of him almost froze you in place. With hooded eyes, a light flush on his cheeks, lips parted, and hair tumbling to the floor, you almost lost your demeanour and pounced. How had you gotten so lucky? Who else knew this side of Illumi? He was simply exquisite.
You kept his gaze as you moved to stand behind him, kept it as you dropped to your knees, hands running up the inside of his soft thighs. His muscles tremored slightly beneath your touch. Yes, he was definitely ready. Finally, after hours, Illumi would be responsive enough.
His hole was already wet and open from the prostate vibrator that had abused him for the majority of the day, and so it took very little effort as you slowly pushed into him, taking your time and savouring the look on his face as you did so. Yes, the mirror was a fantastic idea.
One you had buried yourself to the hilt, you stilled. The only sound in the room was the whir of the vibrator, and Illumi’s heavy breathing.
“Move.” He demanded, fingers curling against the wooden floor. You smirked, he was desperate.
“Why should I?” You felt wicked as you grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled, coaxing a low moan from the boy. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
You pulled him up, his back flush against your chest while your hand wrapped around his throat, giving it a slight squeeze. “You want me to fuck you nice and good?”
“Yes.”
“If you insist.” You kissed his neck before pushing him back down and letting him touch the floor again. “I am looking forward to that scream, Illumi.”
Pulling out as slowly as you pushed in, your hips snapped forward and Illumi jolted. Without giving him a moment to catch his breath, you began pounding. Having been edged for hours, Illumi almost couldn’t handle the unbearable sensation of both a vibrator and a strap-on making him feel overwhelmingly sensational. He felt as though he was on fire, his entire being was burning.
You watched carefully through the mirror, watching his face contort as he lost control of both his emotions and his reactions. Moans freely fell from his lips, and grew ever louder the closer he got to his high that he had been chasing but denied. His face looked almost pained, but you knew it was from exquisite pleasure. Illumi would never look pained if he was actually in pain.
His eyes rarely left yours, only briefly a few times when his eyes closed on a particularly good thrust that brushed against his prostate. His voice had become strangled, almost choking on the sounds he was making. You wrapped some of his hair around your fist as you rode his ass, sincerely loving every moment of this. His expression was one you had never seen before and you felt the need to commit it to memory.
“You’re so beautiful.” You couldn’t help but say, and his eyes flickered to yours before returning to watching himself get fucked by you. You could tell he was extraordinarily close, his voice getting louder and louder with each snap of your hips. “I will let you finish, but you know the condition.”
“I know.” He managed, crying out as he held your gaze once more. His eyes did not stray from you as he reached the high he so desperately sought, and Illumi Zoldyck came with a scream.
If you could have a single sound memorised, it would have been that one. It was simply perfection.
Helping him through his earth shattering orgasm, Illumi’s body trembled against yours as he slowly came back to earth.
You pulled out and took off the vibrator, tossing them to the side to be cleaned later. Your first priority was your boyfriend who was lying on the floor, forehead pressed against the wooden panels as he caught his breath.
“You got what you wanted.” He said as you brought him into your arms, his head dropping against your shoulder.
“It was perfect.” You stroked his hair, planting kisses against his temples as you made him look at you. “You are perfect.”
introducing the 12 part series of scenarios coming this holiday season featuring my three favourite idiots \(*v*)/ here is what you can expect to get you in the festive spirit!
On the twelve days of Christmas, my true loves gave to me...
Twelve grand days
Eleven mistletoe kisses
Ten christmas movies
Nine songs carolled
Eight drunken games
Seven snowballs fired
Six blades on ice
Five gingerbread houses
Four ugly sweaters
Three fools decorating
Two thoughtful gifts
And a whole lot of idiocy
pairing: illumi x reader x hisoka (best friends or lovers, take your pick)
genre: fluff, crack
status: ongoing
authors note: this is going to be the stupidest thing i've ever written i just know it...
Can i pls get some clingy ass illumi x reader who hasn’t seen them in days because of his missions?
Have a nice day!! Make sure to drink water💓
miss me? (illumi zoldyck x reader)
description: illumi has been gone for a week and when he returns, he seems slightly off. it didn't take you long to realise that he wanted attention, namely yours...
authors note: another super old ask but i love this one with all my heart and soul. illumi? stunning. clingy illumi? immaculate. seriously there is nothing i love more than illumi so this is how i think he would be when he's clingy and wants attention! have a lovely day anon and i really hope you drink lots of water! (seriously i've just found out how important this is so pls everyone drink lots of water to flush out that bacteria) 💗
warnings: none
word count: 1.1k
requests are open! please read my rules!
You hadn’t seen Illumi Zoldyck for the better part of a week. While you were used to the assassin leaving often for work, usually you were in a position to follow him. This time, however, was one of the rare occasions where you had to stay home at your apartment, all for that blasted electrician who kept cancelling on you. If he called you one more time to cancel, while you stayed home when you could have followed your boyfriend to a sunny location that you would have treated like a holiday, you swore you would hire the Zoldyck yourself to track him down.
As though he had heard your silent threat, the electrician came and went, and your kitchen appliances were once again fully operational. Happy that you could finally restock the fridge, you left to get groceries. You couldn’t admit this out loud, but your apartment often felt too empty without the assassin occupying it too. While he didn’t own the space where you lived, he stayed there often enough that he may as well share it with you.
It had surprised you when you brought up the offer of living together and he didn’t reject the idea immediately. Illumi actually seemed contemplative, as though it was almost a pleasant thought. That was what you assumed anyway, you could never truly tell what he was thinking most of the time.
By the time you returned home, you knew something was different immediately. For one, you were certain that you had locked the door. Cautiously stepping into the apartment, you coiled and prepared to strike whatever or whoever was lurking. Despite not being an assassin, you were still a qualified Hunter, and those licences did not come easy.
It turns out that you needn't have bothered as, when you approached the living area, Illumi was sitting calmly at your kitchen island watching you.
“Oh, Illumi!” Setting down your bags, you ran to him, throwing your arms around your boyfriend as you held him tightly. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?”
“No signal.” He said simply as he let you hug him, hands gingerly settling around you. You had to fight tooth and nail for him to learn how to hug properly, and even now he still hadn’t quite managed to perfect the act. Despite this, he still tried, and that was good enough for you.
Pulling away, you looked at him with a smile. “How was it?”
He shrugged, a clear sign he was disinterested in the topic. “Simple.”
Nodding, you stepped back to put the groceries away, not wanting them to rot on the floor. Illumi sat back down, fathomless eyes locked on you while you completed the task you had set for yourself. You liked to think that you knew the Zoldyck rather well, and that included when something was bothering him.
Turning around, you raised an eyebrow as you met his gaze. “What?”
“What?”
“You’re staring at me.”
“Why are you pointing that out?”
“Because I’m wondering why.”
“I stare at you a lot.” He stated, tone very matter of factly.
“I know, but now it seems different.”
“It isn’t.”
“If you say so, darling.” You rolled your eyes and finished putting the food away. Once you had, you turned to face your boyfriend once more, looking for an explanation.
“You forgot something.” Illumi said, and while his voice was the usual light and expressionless one, his eyes still bore into yours.
Looking around, you couldn’t see anything out of place, and you had certainly left nothing on the counters. “What did I forget?”
Illumi didn’t answer, only continued to look at you expectedly. Now you were really confused, and slightly unnerved by his odd behaviour. Illumi rarely acted like this.
With no answer to give you clarity, you grinned in feigned annoyance, kissed his cheek and whispered you were happy to have him back before you left to head into the room you used as an at home office.
Sitting down at your desk and opening your files, you stared blankly at the screen while you mentally observed Illumi’s behaviour. There was something amiss, and you couldn’t put your finger on what. He wasn’t usually the expressive one; well, he was never the expressive one. All physical, verbal, and emotional affection fell on your shoulders to deliver. While this may seem one sided to most, you didn’t mind as you knew Illumi was not able to express much by way of love. Despite this, you knew he loved you, in his own way. He had threatened to kill the electrician for you when you complained about the situation to him, and that spoke millions. Not only that, but he also allowed you to be as affectionate as you are with him, and he accepted it whereas anyone else wouldn’t have a chance in hell of even approaching him, let alone the things you did together.
What was bothering him?
Just then, you saw a shadow move in your peripheral vision, and your heart dropped to your ass. “Fucking hell, Illumi! At least knock!”
He ignored your outburst. “What are you doing?”
“Working.” You said as you willed your heart to calm down.
Then it clicked, Illumi was being clingy. This was how he acted when he wanted attention. Unable to control yourself, you laughed loudly at the realisation.
“What?” He asked, watching you stand from your seat to face him.
Your smile was incredibly smug as you approached, wrapping your hands around his waist. “Did somebody miss me?”
Naturally, he didn’t respond and it might’ve been your imagination, but he seemed to relax under your touch.
“I think I know what I’ve forgotten.” You captured your lips with his own, smiling as you did so. It was moments like this that made you realise that Illumi did in fact love you, and that he was quite attached to you. Even if he didn’t show it much, his hands resting on you, the slide of his lips against your own, the way he seemed unwilling to let you go spoke for him.You pulled away for a moment, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek. You had the Illumi Zoldyck as your lover, and no matter what anyone said, he loved you. “Miss me?”
can we get a second part to do your duty pls?? not even just for the smut, i wanna see the reader grow soft for our boy <3
do your duty (omega!illumi x alpha!reader) (part 2)
description: omegaverse au where after you, a wealthy highborn, presented as an alpha, your parents immediately arranged for your marriage to illumi zoldyck, an omega, when you both came of age. as you began to resent the idea over the years, you had no idea that the allegedly haughty and indifferent illumi had begun to feel the opposite…
authors note: this is my favourite fic that i've ever written, no question. part 2 has been sitting in my drafts for just under a year at this point but i'm so glad i'm finally posting it
this fic will be turned into a full story very very soon (i've started writing it) so if you would like to be tagged when it's posted, please lmk! i'm so excited to be writing it as it gives a lot more depth to this fic that i randomly wrote one day because i was reading too much of the omegaverse genre - enjoy!
warnings: same as the last fic
word count: 7.6k (not proofread we die like men).
tag list (adding the people who commented on my last fic so sorry if you didn't want to be tagged!):
@justyanderes @laylasbunbunny @expectroyalpurple @ladies-man217 @nai2fly
read part one here
requests are open! please read my rules!
You stood at the altar, fidgeting with your formal black attire. Surprisingly, you weren’t nervous, just more impatient to get this wedding over and done with. You couldn’t wait to get away from your family, from your intended family, from the prying eyes and expectations. Even if you had to drag Illumi away with you, it wasn’t all bad. At least he would also be somewhere he was appreciated.
His wedding necklace lay on an embroidered pillow, waiting to be clamped around the omega’s neck. It was a tradition within rich families for the alpha to claim their omega with a collar during the wedding ceremony, and a bite to the neck during the honeymoon. Any omega with both the necklace and mark was considered untouchable to other alphas.
A ridiculous tradition but one your families insisted on.
You took in your surroundings with a disinterested gaze. It seemed a wedding of this scale was bound to have a large audience. All of your close and distant family were sitting on one side of the aisle, your bride’s family on the other. You could see Illumi’s younger siblings sitting next to Kikyo and Silva, all dressed in their finest. Killua, the obvious family favourite and the heir to their fortune, was sitting between his parents looking for all the world as if he’d like nothing more than to leave. The rest of Illumi’s siblings wore similar expressions, with the exception of Alluka who just looked happy to be somewhere that wasn’t her house.
You had only a couple of brief interactions with your soon to be in-laws, but from what you could gather, it seemed all of the Zoldyck siblings had a screw loose. Being the eldest, you supposed Illumi had to bear the burden of each of his siblings and all of their unique oddities. Then again, it appeared as though your bride was perhaps the strangest of them all.
When the music started, your heart gave a minute jump. Perhaps you were nervous after all. Turning to face the doors at the opposite end of the aisle, you watched as they pulled apart, revealing your bride. One look at him was enough to knock the breath out of your lungs.
He was wearing white, forced by his family no doubt, and his pale skin almost matched the tone of the fabric. It was an impressive garment, truly fit for a bride of his calibre. His trousers, while tailored perfectly to his long and slim frame, were paired with an almost translucent, billowing shirt that flowed like water with each slight movement. Attached to the shoulders of his shirt was a matching sheer cape with gold and emerald details embroidered from the hem, branching upwards.
Turning your attention upwards, you noticed that his admittedly gorgeous long hair was coiled into a bun at the nape, with large gold needles holding it in place. An odd accessory to choose but it didn’t stand out as peculiar.
Illumi looked as if he was an omegan fairytale prince that alpha knights would slay dragons for. You wanted to laugh at the thought that his family was the dragon and your wedding attire was armour. Your wedding ring that was currently lying on a cushion could be your sword.
Focusing your attention back on your bride, you watched as Illumi’s eyes scanned the room, stopping briefly on his family. It didn’t take a genius to guess what he was thinking. Once his eyes found yours, they didn’t leave your gaze. You tried to give him a small smile in hopes to quell any fears he may or may not be feeling. If there was one thing to come from this marriage, it was that your bride had nothing to fear from you.
The music started up again, and Illumi made his walk down the aisle. He kept his head held high, portraying almost an aura of royalty. All eyes in the audience were on him and you knew he didn’t want to embarrass his family, so with his gaze firmly locked on you, he soldiered on past the people who raised him and headed straight towards where you waited.
It didn’t take long for Illumi to climb the steps that lead to the altar and soon enough, he had joined your side. You couldn’t believe he looked even more breathtaking up close.
“You look beautiful.” You murmured, low enough that he was the only one who heard. Illumi, to no one's surprise, didn’t reply. He just quietly stood beside you, surveying the venue. His scent was stronger today, no doubt a side effect of his upcoming heat. It was difficult to maintain a composed exterior when all you wanted to do was bury your face into his neck and drink in as much of the heady scent as you could.
This was going to be an incredible test of your self control.
On cue, Silva stood from his place in the audience and approached the vacant spot beside Illumi.
The minister approached the altar then, standing before the two of you. “Who gives this omega to this alpha?”
“I, Silva Zoldyck, give my son, Illumi, to this alpha.” Taking the omega’s hand, your soon to be father-in-law placed it in your waiting one. Ignoring the coldness of his fingers, you gently squeezed Illumi’s hand. Silva, having done his part, made his way back to his seat.
“Kneel omega and be brought under the alpha’s protection.”
Illumi dropped to his knees before you, cape and shirt fluttering as he lowered his head to expose his nape. Picking up the glorified collar and feeling the weight of it in your hands, you almost considered walking out then and there. If Illumi was to wear this everyday, surely he’d have neck problems before the year ended. However as everyone was watching, you didn’t even have time to pause. Your fingers brushed over the soft skin of his neck, and clamped the necklace into place, and if your fingers lingered longer than necessary, no one was able to tell. Nobody apart from one.
Illumi rose once you pulled away, his expression betraying nothing of his feelings, if he was feeling anything at all that is. His hand quickly fluttered to brush the foreign object around his neck, feeling its cold, emerald encrusted exterior. At least the green suited him.
It was customary for the omega to wear that necklace in public and you began to hate the stupid tradition that your families were determined to uphold. The saving grace was that Illumi would be yours, and therefore he wouldn’t be subject to anything he didn't want anymore. If your families wanted to follow tradition, then they couldn’t ignore the one that states that the omega belongs to their alpha before anyone else. Not even the Zoldycks themselves had the power that the spouse, now you, holds.
“May all people present today be witness to the union of y/n l/n and Illumi Zoldyck. Today it is their wish, and the will of their families, for them to be joined as one. One heart, one body, one mind, one soul.” The minister paused, and you felt the gravity of the situation sink in. This was really happening. Your fate, that was organised for you so many years ago, the one you thought you could outrun, had finally caught you. The minister turned to you then, not giving you a moment to lament your situation. “Do you, y/n l/n, take this omega to be your lawfully wedded wife and mate? Will you love him, comfort him and protect him? Will you honour and keep him, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.”
“Do you, Illumi Zoldyck, take this alpha to be your lawfully wedded husband and mate? Will you love them, comfort them and abide by them? Will you honour and obey them, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to them as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.”
A small part of you was surprised at the utter lack of hesitation in Illumi’s response.
“May the alpha please stand before the omega and pronounce your vows.”
Taking a breath, you turned to face your bride. You didn’t need a sheet as you had thankfully memorised the vows you had written. Truthfully, you had much different vows a few days prior, however last night had you hastily scribbling new ones as you reeled from the events.
“I, y/n, take you, Illumi, to be my omega and these are my vows to you that I shall uphold until my last breath. I promise to put you first above all others, your needs and wants will always be a top priority to me. I vow to never turn you away or reject you. I promise to care for and protect you, and to always take your side should you need me to. I will always honour you and you will never be alone as I am now a part of you, just as you are now a part of me. Till death do us part.”
Illumi’s already wide eyes seemed to have opened slightly wider at your words, if that were possible. Perhaps he didn’t expect those vows to be made to him, or didn’t expect the sincerity behind them. Either way, it appeared as though a light flush was creeping up his neck though you couldn’t be sure due to the makeup that expertly covered his skin.
“May the omega stand before the alpha and pronounce your vows.”
Illumi didn’t have a sheet of paper either and you wondered if he had memorised his too. Then you questioned who exactly wrote his vows because you were sure his family would’ve had some input as to what he was supposed to promise.
“I, Illumi, take you, y/n, to be my alpha and these are my vows to you.” It was almost uncomfortable looking into the omega’s eyes as he began reciting his vows, it felt as though these were for your ears alone and all others present in the room were unwelcome.
You almost missed what he said as you were too shocked at what was happening. Your omega was promising to obey you, care for you, provide support where you needed it, and all you could focus on was the frantic race of your heart. How ironic that you needed support now at this moment.
You gave him a small smile once he had finished, providing some proof that you had been paying attention. Something had shifted in his eyes, they looked slightly less lifeless.
“Does anyone present today reject the union of these two souls?” Not a single sound could be heard and you didn’t expect to find yourself relieved, but you couldn’t deny that you were. The minister then asked for the rings, signalling that your ceremony was coming to a close and so was your free life. Though you could argue that it was never free to begin with.
“With this ring, I thee wed.”
“With this ring, I thee wed.” You repeated, swiftly slipping the wedding ring onto his slender finger, giving his cold hands a light squeeze. You weren’t sure, but you imagined he squeezed back. Then Illumi repeated the same steps, sliding your metaphorical sword onto your finger.
Your fate was sealed. Staring at your new wife, you struggled to comprehend the complex emotions that were surging through you.
“By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife, y/n and Illumi l/n!” Then the minister turned to you, shaking you out of your shock at hearing Illumi having your surname for the first time. You had forgotten about that part. “You may now kiss your bride.”
Illumi closed his eyes and waited, and you realised with a start that he was following your instructions from the night before. Immensely glad that you had already practised, you couldn’t help the small smile as you pressed your lips against his. All the kisses you previously shared flashed through your mind and it was almost impossible to keep it as a chaste kiss, you wanted very much to explore the omega’s mouth the way you did last night. By some miracle, you managed to restrain yourself as sophisticated applause rang out throughout the venue.
Hand in hand, you both turned to face your now joined families. You could feel Illumi’s fingers warming under your touch as you both gazed out at the families who had forced you into this situation. Surprisingly, you felt as though you had gained some power rather than having lost some like you had previously expected. You glanced over at your wife who was looking at his family, something deeper lingering in his usual blank stare. You could only begin to understand what he must be feeling right now. Giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, you smiled slightly as he turned to face you.
“We made it.” You whispered as your family ushered you outside the venue to meet the photographer who was in charge of your wedding photos.
Illumi nodded, seemingly unable to find his voice. Subconsciously, you felt yourself grip his hand tighter as you were both suddenly caught up in the drama of arranging family members for the photos.
“Now time for the newlyweds, alone.” The photographer said after what felt like a thousand clicks of the camera, waiting until your surrounding family members filed out of his shot.
Noticing that there was a slight gap between you, you gently pulled the omega towards you. You could feel Illumi jump slightly at the arm you wrapped around his thin waist.
“Sorry.” You murmured, stepping closer to him like the photographer asked.
“It’s okay.” He replied, not looking away from the lens.
Unsatisfied with that response, you leaned to whisper in his ear. “If ever you’re uncomfortable with me touching you, please let me know.”
“I’m not uncomfortable.” It seemed as though Illumi wanted to say more, but he restrained himself for reasons unknown to you.
Unwilling to pry, you left it there. “If you’re sure.”
A couple clicks of the camera later, the photographer still seemed unsatisfied with the results.
“Maybe we’re not photogenic enough for him.” You mused, watching with humour as the man fiddled with the focus.
“Or he needs a new lens.”
Chuckling, you turned to face your new wife, photos be damned. You hadn’t expected your wife to be funny, albeit unintentionally.
Illumi turned his head to look at you, lips parted ever so slightly, seemingly shocked by your reaction to something he said. Perhaps no one had ever given him the reaction you just had.
Just then you heard the click of a camera, the photographer's astounded voice following soon after. “That looks perfect! We’re finished!”
Without getting the chance to breathe a sigh of relief, you both were then ushered into a side room to fill out your marriage paperwork while the guests made their way back to your family estate where the reception was to be held. You didn’t even get to utter a word to your new wife as you were both relentlessly hounded into signing sheet after sheet of paperwork by the administrator. Barely having time to process what you were signing, you took what felt like your first breath once you left the room and headed outside.
Illumi diligently followed, matching your steps in silence, heels clicking as he walked.
“I’m amazed you even made it down the aisle wearing those.” You commented, looking at those injury promising shoes.
“They’re not as high as some shoes mother wears.”
“Really?”
Illumi hummed in response, watching as you opened the car door for him. Quickly making sure his attire didn’t get caught underneath him or in the car door, you closed the door and swiftly got into the driver's seat. Pulling away from the venue, you begrudgingly turned onto the main road that would take you home for the reception.
“Maybe now’s the time to run away.” You grumbled after a while, breaking the tense silence between the two of you.
“Why would we do that?”
“Do you really want to spend an evening with our families with us as the centre of attention?” Feeling like it was necessary, you took his empty hand into your free one.
“Not particularly.” Turning away from the window, he stared at your interlocked hands and then at you. “Where would we go?”
Happy your bride was playing along, you cast him a mischievous glance. “Hmm, let’s see. Somewhere far away, preferably warm too. Does anywhere come to mind?”
Illumi shook his head. “I’ve never been anywhere other than my home and yours so I wouldn’t know where to go.”
“Then that makes running away an even greater adventure.” You squeezed his hand and then brushed your thumb over his knuckles. “Perhaps a beach resort on a far away island, or a cabin nestled in mountain woodland? Or how about a skyscraper hotel in a bustling city? Or a cruise ship that takes us to famous tourist spots all over the world?”
Illumi blinked, looking a smidge shocked at all of the options you were suggesting. “All of them.”
“All of them it is.” You laughed, giving him a rare, genuine smile and to your utter bafflement, he offered a small one in return.
You almost stopped the car. Never in a million years did you think your bride had the capability to smile but here he was. Granted, it was barely there, a mere tug at the corners of his lips, but it was there nonetheless.
Careful not to break the mood, you pretended you weren’t floored by his expression and went back to discussing becoming runaways. Before long and before you were ready, you pulled up to your manor.
You sighed, wishing you could put the many plans you made in the car into action. “Are you ready for this?”
“It’s only a couple of hours.” He nodded, looking out of the window to the unavoidable party that awaited you. “Then we’ll be on our honeymoon.”
“Our first grand escapade.” You chuckled as you got out of the car, ignoring the fact that you’d have to deal with Illumi’s heat for a portion of it. You circled around the vehicle and opened the door for your new wife. Taking his hand, you helped him stand in those treacherous looking high heels.
Once he was standing, it was only then that you noticed the proximity. Face inches away, Illumi’s flat gaze was locked on yours.
“Screw them, they can wait another five minutes.” Wrapping an arm around his waist, you pulled Illumi in for a much less innocent kiss than the one you gave him at the altar.
You supposed that his upcoming heat was to blame for his whisper of a whine. Nonetheless, it spurred you on. However it was only a couple of seconds later before Illumi pulled away, though it seemed with poorly veiled reluctance.
“We need to go inside.”
Groaning, you dropped your head onto his shoulder, unable to help yourself from breathing in more of that addictive scent. “It’s not too late, we can still jump in the car.”
“We can later.”
Begrudgingly, you lifted your head and held out your hand. "Let’s get this over with then.”
Nodding, your bride quickly took your hand and you both made your way inside. The sound of applause was the first thing that greeted you, choruses of congratulations rang out from the many guests in attendance.
“There they are!” Your father announced, approaching you with the rest of your beaming family in tow. Illumi’s family also made their way in front of you, looking a little relieved that you had actually gone through with the wedding.
“You’re just in time for the banquet.” Your mother ushered the two of you through the halls and outside to the grounds which had been turned into a wedding reception fit for royalty.
Extravagant tents had been pitched with many tables and chairs for all your guests situated underneath. Strings of warm fairy lights hung from the ceiling, mixed with garlands of flowers. There was even a dance floor and a couple of chandeliers.
Taking your seats at the head table, you watched as everyone else found their places. Your parents sat at the same table as you, yours on your side and Illumi’s on his. It didn’t take long for everyone to be seated, however you did find it a bit funny that some people were hidden due to the giant bouquets adorning every table.
“Attention please.” Your mother called and almost immediately there was silence. “I would like to give a huge congratulations to y/n and my new son in law, Illumi. We welcome you with open arms into this family and wish you a very happy marriage. With that, I’d like us all to raise a toast to the newlyweds. To y/n and Illumi l/n!”
You didn’t think you’d ever get used to hearing that. Absently, you wondered what Illumi thought of his new name.
The banquet was a boring affair. Multiple dishes were put in front of you, each more elaborate than the last. Buzzing chatter from the attendees filled the air, even your parents eagerly chatted to the Zoldycks. It seemed as if you and your omega were the only silent ones.
Determined not to be the odd ones out at your own wedding, you turned to Illumi, making sure to keep your voice low so you couldn’t be overheard. “So, have you thought anymore about where you’d like to go?”
The omega looked at you, seemingly happy enough to be speaking with you and not part of the larger conversation that was happening at your table. “I keep trying but I can’t picture anything.”
“That’s probably because you don’t know what you like yet.” You tapped your chin in mock sympathy. “I’m afraid there’s only one cure for that.”
“What’s that?”
You grinned. “We have to keep travelling until you do know.”
“Okay.” Illumi nodded, apparently liking the sound of your suggestion.
Toasts came after the food and you all but blacked out during most of the speeches, most being the same with well wishes, future children, and inheritance. It was decided before, with heavy backing on your part, that neither you or Illumi would have to make a speech. You said everything that needed to be said in front of family during your vows. Anything else was for your bride’s ears only.
You leaned towards him, lips almost touching his ear. “Was that as boring for you as it was for me?”
Your wife agreed with a bob of his head. “They were all the same.”
“I guess money and children is all we’re good for.” You joked humourlessly, hating the truth to it. “How I would hate to disappoint them.”
“You sound as though you would love nothing more.”
Laughing lightly, you smiled mischievously at Illumi. “Perhaps I would.”
You were brought out of your scheming by your father announcing that the banquet was over and it was time for the first dance.
Groaning internally, you took Illumi’s hand and led him to the centre of the dance floor. You could not only feel your nerves, but you imagined you could feel his too. Dancing? Neither of you had practiced that. Granted, you should’ve expected to dance at your own wedding, but in your defence, you didn’t want to think about it much until today. Vaguely remembering the ballroom dance lessons your mother insisted you take in your younger years, you somehow managed to get both you and your bride into position.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” He whispered as you both waited for the music to start.
“Not a clue, I’m just going with it.” You could see Illumi’s shoulders oddly relax at your words and once the music started, you guided him around the dance floor. Stiff in the beginning, you both began to get the hang of it more and more and soon enough, you were both gliding across the floor. You even chanced it by spinning you both around, Illumi’s cape swirling around you like a ripple of water.
Once the music stopped, everyone applauded and joined you on the dance floor as the music started up again in a continuous loop.
“Looks like we survived.” You panted, struggling to regain your breath. You were only stepping together now, both coming down from the extravagant display you put on.
“Somehow.” Illumi looked at your joint hands, seemingly lost in thought. However, just when you were about to ask, your mother cut in.
“It’s time for the parent dances.”
Ah, you had forgotten that you would be dancing with your mother, and Illumi with his father. Reluctant to let go, you suppressed a sigh and you took your mother’s hand and guided her around the dance floor. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Illumi watching you leave until his father approached.
“It looked like those dance lessons you took came in handy.” Your mother remarked, pleased to be proven right. “I told you they would and yet you still complained.”
“Yes mother, thanks to you I didn’t make a bumbling fool of myself and my bride.”
She hummed and her smug expression stayed in place for a while until it dropped abruptly.
“It will be a lot quieter without you now.” Her voice was softer, as if she had just realised that she was losing her child today. “Take good care of your omega, we’re quite high maintenance. It takes a lot to keep us happy.”
Actually smiling, you kissed your mother’s cheek. While your family did many things that you disagreed with, your mother wasn’t entirely bad all of the time. “Just say you’ll miss me and be done with it.”
She didn’t hesitate to playfully smack the upside of your head before giving you a serious, pointed look. “Just make sure his needs are met.”
Ah, so she also knew about how Illumi was raised. “I will.”
“I know you will, I raised you right.” She spoke proudly. “Also, I know where you’re going for your honeymoon.”
Neither you or Illumi knew where you were going so it came as a shock for your mother to bring it up so soon. “You do? Where is it?”
“Of course I do, I’m the one who organised it.” She smiled at your eager expression. “We have the family run beach resort which you seem to have forgotten about.”
“The beach resort? As in the island beach resort a couple of miles out to sea?” You stared at her, flashing back to your hopeful conversation in the car a couple of hours ago.
“The very one.”
A whole month by the beach, on an island, away from your families. You couldn’t have asked for anything more than that. “Illumi will be overjoyed to hear that.”
“Will he? I never know what that boy is thinking.”
You laughed, understanding that feeling all too well. “Neither do I but I better start figuring it out.”
“Yes, you should.” Suddenly her gaze shifted past your shoulder. You followed her gaze to where your father stood at the edge of the tent, beckoning you over. “Your father wants to speak to you.”
“This can’t be good.”
“Regardless, don’t forget what I said.” Your mother smoothed your attire, looking more lost than you’d ever seen her in your life. “You did so well, I’m so incredibly proud of you.”
You were frozen, unable to comprehend the words you had never heard directed at you throughout your whole life. “You are?”
“Of course. Look at the responsible alpha you’ve become, how could I not be?” She kissed the top of your forehead before letting you go. “Don’t forget about me in this new chapter of your life, okay? Feel free to take me and your bride out shopping any time.”
Laughing once, you bid your mother goodbye before making your way over to your less favourable parent.
“Father.” You greeted, walking with him out of the tent and onto the grounds. It was night now which made the fairy lights seem all that more inviting.
“Y/n, I trust you’re enjoying your wedding.”
“I am.” You were surprised that your response wasn’t a total lie.
“And your bride?”
“Is probably enjoying it just as much. Speaking of, I haven’t seen him in a while so if you’ll excuse me I should probably get back to him.”
Before you could make your getaway, your father spoke again. “One moment.”
“Yes?” You feigned politeness through gritted teeth.
“After your honeymoon, I expect news of an heir.”
“What?” Somehow, you had almost forgotten about that crucial part. How stupid of you.
“You will do your duty to this family and put an alpha child in that omega as soon as possible.”
Oh you didn’t like his tone one bit.
“That omega is now my wife and therefore a part of this family. You will show him respect.” You couldn’t hold back the sneer if you tried. The way he spoke about your omega had you seeing red. “I will put a child in him if he so wishes and he does, so rest assured, our family will have heirs.”
Your father made a move to reply but you cut him off before he could. “Also, his name is Illumi and he’s now your son-in-law.”
You didn’t bother sticking around to see your father’s face, and you quickly retreated to where you knew you could be alone for a moment. Slipping away from the reception and into the manor, you successfully made it to your room. Throwing open the doors to the balcony, you had a wonderful view of your wedding reception which you had abandoned. Closing your eyes, you quietly listened to the sound of the merriment that you couldn’t bring yourself to be a part of.
Surprisingly, it hadn’t been all bad. You had even enjoyed some parts of your wedding. It was just a shame that your father had to bring you crashing back down to earth.
A child? You weren’t sure you were ready for that just yet. There were still so many things you wanted to do that would become a lot more difficult if you had a child to worry about.
You spent a few minutes wallowing until the sound of heels could be heard approaching from the hall.
“Y/n?” A muffled voice called from behind the door, the only one you wouldn’t turn away.
“Out here, Illumi.” The door to your room pushed open and your bride stood in the doorway, looking at you with that same unreadable expression.
He slowly made his way into your room, drawing closer to you. “Why are you hiding?”
“My father was getting on my nerves.” You admitted, resting your forearms against the railing. “They’re already hounding me about putting an ‘alpha baby’ in you.”
He nodded, as if that made complete sense to him. “I need to produce heirs.”
“No.” You shook your head, hating that your mate was brainwashed into thinking that bearing children was his duty. “You’re mine now. You don’t have to answer to them anymore, not if you don’t want to.”
“I know, I obey you.”
“Not if you don’t want to, Illumi.”
“I want to, I made a vow.”
“A vow your family wrote no doubt.”
“I wrote my own vows.” He whispered, as if unsure he should be revealing this information.
Baffled, you turned to face him with wide eyes. “You did?”
“My parents checked over them, but yes.”
“Then why did you write that one?”
“Because I want to obey you.” You were so sure he’d leave it there, but to your shock, Illumi kept speaking. “You’re my alpha and someone who has my best interests in mind.”
He moved to stand beside you, heels clicking against the marble flooring.
“And that's a good enough reason to obey my every word?”
“I also know you’ll put me and our future children first.”
You snorted. “Still not seeing how this adds up.”
Then your omega did something you never expected to happen twice in a lifetime, let alone twice in one day. Giving you a small, half smile, you had to strain your ears to hear his soft whisper. “I know that you’ll never do anything to harm me.”
It was obviously quite challenging for Illumi to say such a thing as his expression quickly shifted back into one of indifference, but for a brief fleeting moment, you felt as though you had cracked through his impenetrable armour. It was clear that his parents didn’t care for their oldest child, and you wondered to what extent did that mental, emotional and physical abuse scar the boy before you. Being touch starved was about the extent of your knowledge and you shuddered to think about what other things your mate must be dealing with.
You nodded, unable to stop yourself from wrapping your arm over his shoulders and bringing the omega into your side. “You’ll always be safe with me. I'll take care of you.”
You couldn’t stop the mushy words from leaving your mouth even if you tried. You supposed it was the injustice he had faced, you couldn’t help but want to shield him from it all. Perhaps you really were a knight in shining armour come to save the prince.
“Will you?” His voice was quieter than you had ever heard it before. Maybe his upcoming heat was affecting him more than he let on? If this is what he was like before his heat, you wondered with abject fascination at what he would be like during.
Hooking a finger under his chin, you tilted his head up. Once your eyes locked, you gave your bride a lopsided grin. “I made a vow.”
Illumi took a sharp intake of breath, an uncertain hand slowly coming up to rest on your one. You caressed his cheek, unable to stop yourself from marvelling at his unique beauty. It still hadn’t settled in yet that this was your wife. He now bore your last name. He was your omega. Illumi was yours. Yours.
Perhaps his heat was starting to affect you too.
You could feel Illumi leaning into your touch, as if he was desperate for it. You could also sense his hesitation, unsure what to do with the attention he was receiving, clearly not used to it like an omega should be. You would be sure to fix that. It may take several years, and perhaps all the damage done could never be erased, but you would try your very best to help him through it. Your own private vow to him that didn’t need hundreds of witnesses to hear it. Just one was enough.
“From now on, if you ever feel like you need me for anything, don’t hesitate to ask, okay? Even the smallest of things.” You whispered as you leaned in, unable to bear the thought of someone overhearing. “I promise, I will always be by your side to help you through it.”
Guiding his chin upwards, you brought your lips to his. It was meant to be a simple reassurance kiss however when Illumi so eagerly opened his mouth for you, all innocent notions flew out the window, so to speak. Pulling Illumi flush against your body, you deepened the kiss.
He desperately clutched the front of your shirt, as if you were some kind of lifeline. You could feel yourself doing the same, your grip tightening around his waist, ensuring there was no gap between you. You couldn’t explain how you felt, even if you tried.
From not wanting to be married and pretending as if your bride didn’t exist, to wanting nothing more than him being safe in your arms; your emotions were almost giving you whiplash.
But you didn’t have time to focus on that, not when Illumi was making breathy little moans in your mouth. His whines and whimpers, while still quiet, were a little more audible today. Another side effect of his heat.
Before you both passed the point of no return, you reluctantly broke away. “We better go back down.”
“Can we stay up here for a while longer?” Came a barely audible response, as though he was daring to ask for something unattainable, something he wasn’t allowed.
You were shocked he would even suggest such a thing. “Why?”
He hesitated, unwilling to say too much.
“Illumi?” You tried catching his gaze, wanting to know what thoughts he was locking away. “What’s wrong?”
“You might be stolen away again.” You could’ve sworn his grip on your shirt tightened. “I...”
“What?”
“I don’t want that.”
You would have laughed at the situation if it weren’t for your new wife finally showing some vulnerability. Perhaps his heat was a considerable factor in why he wasn’t as tight-lipped. “Are you possessed?”
“No, I think my heat is already affecting me.” Bingo.
“Ah, so you’ll say what you really think only when you’re about to go into a heat cycle. Got it.” You teased, shooting him a half grin. “Don’t fret, you’re the only one I want to dance with anyway.”
He caught your gaze then, almost too innocent with the way his flat eyes locked with yours. “Really?”
You smiled, resting your forehead against his. “You’re my bride and this is our wedding. Of course you are.”
“Oh.” Came his response.
You stroked his cheek, loving the way he subconsciously leaned into your touch. “Just a couple more minutes then.”
Standing behind him, you wrapped your arms around Illumi’s narrow waist and looked out at the festivities below.
“Honestly,” You whispered after a couple moments of silence. “This wasn’t nearly as bad as I was expecting. Even dancing with my mother was somewhat enjoyable.”
“I enjoyed dancing with you.” Illumi’s voice matched yours. “Even if you are terrible at it.”
“I’m not that bad! I got us through it, didn’t I?”
“I suppose.”
“You suppose.” You huffed, resting your head on Illumi’s. “How does it feel now that your surname isn’t Zoldyck anymore?”
“It feels weird.” He paused, considering his words. “But not in a bad way.”
“Weird in a good way? You’re happy to have my last name?”
“Yes.”
“Huh.” You didn’t want to say how happy that made you. You didn’t even know the reason why. “Nice.”
Illumi let out a breath that almost resembled a laugh.
“You seem a lot less guarded today.”
“Would you prefer me the other way?” He seemed to ask this honestly, as if he truly wanted to know.
“Absolutely not, I’m quite happy with you like this.”
“I see.”
You left it at that, closing your eyes and feeling the summer breeze that carried the sound of festivities with it. An odd sense of calmness washed over you, one you hadn’t expected to feel in this situation but it was welcome nonetheless. Illumi seemed a lot less rigid in your arms, as though he had finally found a safe place where he could finally, finally let the mask fall.
Maybe you could get used to this after all.
“We really need to go back down there now.” You sighed after a couple of minutes that felt more like seconds, not really wanting this quiet moment to end.
“I suppose we must.” Illumi didn’t move from his position in your arms, nor did you make any effort to remove them.
You chuckled and finding the will to step away, you held out your hand to your new wife, offering him a rare genuine smile. “Let’s rejoin the celebrations. We are the main event after all.”
Heading back downstairs and outside, it was almost as if you had never left at all. The celebrations were still in full swing by the time you spun Illumi back onto the dance floor. As promised, you held on tightly to your omega and didn’t even consider dancing with anyone else who wasn’t him.
A couple of songs had passed before you remembered your previous conversation with your mother. “Oh, I know where we’re going for our honeymoon.”
“Where?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“It’s not a surprise if you know.”
“I meant it’s a surprise for you.”
“But I want to know.”
“You’ll know soon enough.” You chuckled, spinning your bride before pulling him back in. “But I can give you a hint.”
“Please tell me where it is.”
It was incredibly difficult not to tell him then and there, but you held firm to your silly little game. “One hint, take it or leave it.”
He huffed slightly, giving in to your ridiculous behaviour. “Fine, what’s the hint?”
“I mentioned it earlier today in the car.”
“But you mentioned hundreds of places.” He protested and you could almost see a slight pout forming.
“Mhm, you did say you wanted to try them all.”
“How am I supposed to narrow it down?”
Your grin turned evil. “You’re not.”
Before he could retort, you pulled Illumi in for a kiss. Smiling at the small noise of surprise he made, you quickly pulled away again. Your good mood soured when you noticed who was getting closer to where you were.
“It’s almost time for you to leave for your honeymoon.” Your new mother-in-law approached, giving you a warm smile before turning to her son. “You must change before you go, follow me.”
“I’ll see you soon.” You whispered to him, placing the ghost of a kiss against his cheek before he was whisked away to change into more suitable travel attire. Your only issue was that Illumi was to be alone with his mother and who knows what sort of nonsense she was going to fill his head with. At least you’d be able to rebuke it now.
You also quietly slipped away to get changed. Having previously set out travel clothes the night before, it didn’t take long until you were back under the fairy lights waiting for your omega. You passed the time talking to some distant relatives, only partially listening to the conversation as you eagerly counted down the seconds until you could leave. You didn’t have to wait long until Illumi returned, side by side with his mother, in flowy clothes, save for his wedding necklace, that seemed a lot more comfortable than what he was wearing a few moments prior.
You watched him as his disinterested gaze scanned the crowd, actively seeking you out. Watched him as he spotted you and looked for all the world as though he wanted nothing more than to run to your side. Before he could move towards you however, his mother caught him by the arm and whispered something harshly in his ear. Illumi nodded and pulled away.
“What was that about?” You asked when he approached, automatically wrapping an arm around his waist.
He just shook his head, clearly unwilling to give the details now. You made a mental note to ask later.
Car packed and ready to go, you were ushered towards the driveway by the rest of your family. Clapping and cheering filled the night as you helped your bride into the car, and finally pulled away from the place you called home.
It was an odd feeling, driving away from your childhood manor to start a new life. Granted, it wasn’t one you had chosen but something told you it wasn’t bad. Sneaking a glance at Illumi, you decided that perhaps this was almost something you would have wanted for yourself, without the family duty aspect.
“Can I get another hint?” Illumi broke the silence first, seemingly thinking very hard about where you were driving to.
You laughed at his helpless tone as you turned onto the main road that would take you to the docks. “Fine, I can’t drive the entire way there.”
“You can’t?” Illumi’s nose scrunched slightly, brain working on overdrive in attempts to figure out where his first adventure would take place.
“Nope.” You were still chuckling as you relished in the odd glow this day had filled you with, feeling lighter and freer than you had in years. Taking your wife’s hand, you began the long journey to the coast.
“How are we going to get there?”
“Ah ah, that’s more than one hint.”
He paused, contemplating the options. “Are we going by rocket?”
You couldn’t help it. His innocent tone had you thrown into a fit of laughter. You had no idea your bride was able to crack jokes, albeit accidentally.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” You had to calm down and focus on the road. It wouldn’t do to die before your honeymoon. “No, we’re not going by rocket. Hate to break it to you but we are limited to this planet.”
The omega hummed and looked out of the window. He then very quickly realised that he couldn’t see much in the dead of night.
When did Illumi get so cute? Or was he always like this and you just never noticed? He certainly wasn’t like this around his family, that much you were certain about. A delicate, warm feeling settled over you at the thought that maybe, just maybe, he was like this only with you. That he was comfortable enough that you wouldn’t judge, yell or reprimand him if he put a toe out of line.
