Illumi, Killua, & Milluki at Their Parents' Funeral w/ S/O HCs
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Request(s): may i request Illumi Milluki n Killua and their girlfriend at their parents funeral? maybe comforting him or something happier
AN: BOO! It's been a while haha I'm never planning on leaving entirely~ I'm happy to always have requests to fulfill, no matter how late :) I don't make gendered content for nonsexual requests unless necessary so this is gender neutral. Also, I forgot the "or happier" part of your request while writing so... enjoy?
Illumi
His gaze was empty - no different than usual, but his stance had an unusual lack of power. You knew what he was capable of yet he looked so weak towering above the majority of the crowd.
Your hand grasped his arm earning you a prolonged glance. You rubbed your thumb into the fabric of his suit, pressing your palm deeper into his flesh. A small breath left his lips and he resumed his examination of the dark, wooden boxes containing every truth he had ever known.
He was a sight. Long, dark hair flowed in the soft breeze contrasting the rest of his still image - except for his eyes. They fluttered rapidly up and down as if taking in the scene for the first time despite having stood in that exact spot for the last fifteen minutes. No one had disturbed the two of you, the knowledge of the eldest Zoldyck's undying allegiance and ruthlessness keeping him a focal point of the crowd's eyes despite never having been approached. You knew Illumi had to have felt the gazes on him but then again who knew what was going on in his mind.
Your boyfriend left your side, coming to stand in the aile formed between his parents' stands. Open casket. Your heart clenched at the sight of a boy so similar to his mother staring down at her, but he quickly curbed his staring and opted to look straight into the crowd. You thought he might say a few words - though he was a bit far back on the stage - but he just straightened his posture beyond what you thought possible and resumed his blank staring. This time though, there was a peace there; as if he was doing something with a purpose.
You knew your place was not beside him, that you needed to give him time to grieve, but you couldn't help but pity him. You wished this could be the two of you's chance at freedom but their shackles were still tight around the man, held in a rigor-hardened grip.
Killua
He scoffed, looking down at the sleek black shoes adorning his feet, unused to the feeling of such rigid formality after so long. He felt the need to rebel but there was no one to rebel against. Your boyfriend had asked you to attend with him, hands fidgeting at his sides when he did so.
Killua's dominant hand now gripped yours as he muttered small talk into your ear. You could tell he was uncomfortable, unsure of where he stood in the world now. His parents' insistence that he returned drove him forward, away, but now he didn't need to run. This thought had him squeezing your hand tighter, embracing his present.
"I miss them." His reveal broke the bittersweet silence. You laid your head against his shoulder. The weight felt uneven for a moment and he caught himself wishing one other person had accompanied him, if only to ease him into the newfound loneliness of being an orphan.
You were conflicted. You were glad they were gone; you felt a burning hatred for them even after their passing. But Killua was suffering. You knew it wasn't only them, that this was a cruel reminder of how alone he truly was. That you were the only one there for him now. There was nothing to fall back on.
Before you could say anything else, something shifted in the air. The way Killuas grip tightened against you made you follow his gaze, but you couldn't see what he did. There was a crowd of people. Allies in his parents' world. There was something else, too. Killua pulled you along, trying to get a better look as well, you presumed. "Where are we going?" You asked, but he didn't give any hint he was listening, just continued on. You stared into the crowd as his hand dropped from yours. You thought you saw a green flash of hair and you looked to find your boyfriend gone. Why were you alone?
Milluki
"I don't care!" Milluki refused to leave his room. His video game screen paused as he sat surrounded by snacks in his chair. "We have to attend-" A sudden crash cut you off. "I don't have to do anything," he declares as his action figure now lays scuffed on the floor from his recent outburst and a new hole marks the wall. He had been like this all day.
"I only listen to Mama and Papa." "Your mother and father are dead." Your words are short and precise, meant to cut deep and bring out his clarity. "You need to get the hell out of this room and grow the fuck up." His eyes are wide and he stares at you taken aback by your harsh attitude. He was used to being accommodated but that would have to change now that his parents were gone. His siblings wouldn't allow this. Maybe Illumi but he wouldn't take care of Milluki the same, just let him rot away as he chases after Killua.
"We have to get you dressed. It's already begun." You walk around the filthy room, placing your shoes carefully to avoid any big messes beneath. He had suits he never wore, fit for his body, and flattering in their shade of blood-like black. You pulled one from the back of the closet and placed it atop his crumpled sheets.
You loved him, but you had never had to really care for him. When he overwhelmed you or his tantrums got too much, you could leave him and trust his parents to do the most basic of jobs. Now, though, you found yourself worrying about what would come of the immature Zoldyck child. You couldn't leave him like you did before. His mother would not guide him, and his father would not control him. A weight was now on your shoulders, and you had put it there. You would have to evaluate whether this was something you wanted - whether he was.
You sighed as you approached him, "Come on, let me help." Your words urged him to obey and made his actions easy. You catered to the man-child as his mother was unable to. You guided him through the halls with a firm grasp of his hand in yours, and you felt his burden lessen as your energy drained. You hated the type of man he was. You hated having to deal with him - but you would. For now, at least.
